#so the thing is that it's not about distraction it's that i often want to consume media with the same tone as my current emotions

[bonefall]

bones. bones they made moonpaw a schizophrenia and plurality stereotype. bones. bones help us

OH NO IS THAT WHY THERE'S 16 MESSAGES

I TURNED MY BACK FOR 5 MINUTES GREAT GOOGLY FUCKELING MOOGELY

I still have to finish reading Star (you have to forgive me for being a capital G Gamer who's been uber distracted) to gather together my final fair assessment, so I can start putting down the fragments for BB!ASC. But I WILL tell you this;

The whole Moonpaw Discourse from a couple of months ago really opened my eyes to just how pervasive intersexism and plurality stereotyping is, even in this space.

Not all of it is malice-- like many other cultural biases, people often just pick up negative stereotypes passively and don't realize they reflect poorly on real people. "Scary evil head voice" is one of them. Yes, intrusive thoughts exist (they are something I deal with), but it's about the snap, subconscious association between "voice in head" and "mental torment."

As the case and point; Look at how FAST the fandom conversation changed when the team first teased it. What was a fantastical, equal parts sincere love and horror exploration of shipping a cat with a magic pool morphed. Overnight, The Voice was an abusive thing, an expression of a dead baby who wanted to live, or a reincarnated monster, or another evil Ashfur-esque posession spirit.

Something bad, malicious, unwanted. By contrast, the voice of the moonpool was mostly portrayed as a supernatural yet good thing. Genuinely asking her for help.

(Part of me also ponders the religious angle of it. "Voices in my head" that come from God are generally much more socially acceptable than "Voices in my head" that come from the self. Regardless,)

So, as always, I Don't Rewrite Arcs Until They Are Done (I DRAU TAD, if you will), BUT... I know for certain that I will want to subvert this.

If Canon!Moonpaw must be a system, and we're all ready to buckle up and bunker down through how the Erins handle this one, then for BB!Moonpaw I'll try to do the same. But for my portrayal, I want to write her relationship with her headmate to be generally positive. Or at least more complicated and multifaceted.

One idea in particular I like is the thought that she absorbed a twin... but writing it as a chance the twin GETS to live, NOT a life denied. Death would have claimed them if they didn't become part of her. So, they love her-- of course they do. They're two souls with one heart.

The specifics will have to come with time. I need to see how her plurality impacts the plot, the overall story being told, plus wait to assess the criticisms that real systems and fusion chimeras in our fandom will have. But I can say with certainty that I would like to attempt my redux with the sad truth in mind that headmates in media are almost never approached as non-malicious. I'd like to do what I can to make a difference.

[white--moon]

At first it was kind of difficult to imagine Ichigo sitting at a desk, writing into the early hours of the morning, hours he's usually out roaming the streets or working a very different kind of job. But the more they talk about it, the more easily the image comes to him. He never really saw Ichigo bent over his studies when they were together, but he knows that's because he was too much of a distraction. Without himself in the picture, it's a lot easier to imagine.

He scoffs, "I never do anything embarrassing." Very very not true. Ichigo makes himself so punchable sometimes. Shiro struggles not to roll his eyes, and plays along instead. "Oh, don't downplay that. It'll be the most interesting part of the whole story. Who doesn't love a doomed romantic subplot attached to the misunderstood character? Most of the criminal population probably doesn't read anyway."

Ichigo's not wrong, but damn that's kind of harsh. "Yeah but I'd say no to all of them real fuckin' fast to say yes to you instead." He'd drop everything and everyone for Ichigo. Obsessed, like Ichigo's going to write in his book. And he's glad for the confirmation that he's the hottest guy Ichigo knows, but he didn't really want to hear about whatever complicated thing is going on between Grimmjow and Ichigo. Except it shifts gears into something. Shiro blinks, then heaves an exasperated sigh. "I understand he's mad at me, but I'm literally so loaded I don't know what to do with it. All he has to do is say something. Hell he could'a just sent me his rent bill or something." What an asshole. He doubts Grimmjow wants handouts from him, "Or I could find work for him. Doesn't even have to be illegal shit. I have a lot of connections."

That scowl makes Shiro's hackles raise, but the words take most of the fight out of him. He's so twisted up about Ichigo. He sighs. "I do. I do wanna be friends." The problem is that he doesn't know how to be just friends with Ichigo. He's going to settle for it, because it's all he's going to get, but it's going to hurt.

He shrugs. "Not all of it. I move the important stuff. Politicians, celebrities. People who think they're being discrete. Only reason I never moved my own product before was because I didn't trust myself around it often." He offers up a sort of self deprecating smile. "That's not an issue anymore. But it's a lot of product, a lot of money and a lot of networking to trust to someone else, so it works out."

He watches Ichigo check his own vehicle from the driver seat, and starts rolling down the drive when he sees Ichigo climb into the car and start it. He takes them into the city, to a hole in the wall alt fashion shop that has too many items crammed into a too small of a space. It's his favorite place for clothes though.

"Oh, you were bein' a smartass?" There's a heavy dose of sarcasm in his tone while he rolls his eyes. But it's good to hear that Ichigo is still thinking of his sisters in this. Ever the protector. Has to make sure his sisters are alright, had to interrupt his own life to make sure Shiro gets through this treat.

He smirks slightly about that. "What would it be about? What it's like runnin' around the streets doin' everyone else's dirty work?" He scoffs, but it's good natured. "Whatever, I'm not that hard to figure out. How to understand a back alley drug dealer for dummies." He laughs, amusing himself.

Aiming a look at Ichigo, he arches a brow and disagrees. "I always need a bunch a' guys saying yes to me. Preferably hot ones." Not that he's sleeping with his staff. He tried that exactly twice. The first time was disastrously annoying and it was not a fluke.

It is a fair question, and he wants to argue that, but Ichigo keeps going to answer the question anyway. "I wasn't asking what you think, I was asking exactly what I asked." But he got Ichigo's option anyway and it doesn't surprise him. He notes that Ichigo didn't actually say yes or no to wanting him there, though. He's talking around the answer the same way Shiro did about the shirt. "I already plan on laying low for a while. As much as I can, at least. I think I'll stay in the penthouse for a while. It's a lot safer than the mansion but it'll seem less like hiding." And he can higher some muscle to keep around easy enough, like Ichigo's suggesting, he's stubborn about it. He has always been his own muscle. He's never needed security or guards, but this is getting bigger than he can handle on his own. It's getting bigger than he thinks he warrants, but he has made himself notoriously hard to get rid of.

He doesn't know how to feel about Ichigo trying to keep him and his maybe-boyfriend situation intact. It's good of him, it's the morally right thing to do. The only real problem with it Shiro has is that it's just further proof that he and Ichigo have no chance of being together again. "I'll figure things out with him, you don't need to worry about it." Or he wont. Maybe he'll sabotage his own building relationship and blame it on all the chaos of attempted assassination. His features even out. "All my habits?" This better not turn into a lecture. "He thinks I indulge a little too much sometimes, but otherwise he tolerates it. I doubt he expected anything less from a dealer. Most people don't know I was ever clean, only you. It was always weird for me not to use the product I was sellin'."

He slides into the driver seat and starts the car, then looks over at Ichigo and snorts. "You mean boring?" He shrugs. "I needed something with more cargo space that didn't stand out so much. It's easier to clean, too. Less work for my cleaner."

[animeyanderelover]

This will be my first request, I am very happy because I LOVE your writing.

Alas aside, Yandere falls in love with a woman older than them who is very maternal for having a child, when he proposes she rejects him because she feels that they should not waste themselves on a woman who already has a child (You can do with the father whatever you want ).It would be with Atsushi, Akutagawa, Daichi Sawamura, Oikawa and if you want to add any more I don't mind

Sorry for my bad english😘😘

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, clinginess, manipulation, stalking, threats, violence

Tags: @shumidehiro @leveyani

You shouldn’t waste your time on me

Sawamura Daichi

🌅​Cries of a small child are what guide him through the crowds on that day, his eyes flickering over the people before they finally land on the boy who is standing there all alone. Upon asking him what happened the child tells him that he got distracted and lost his mother. As not only a police officer but also a decent human being Daichi immediately helps, asks the boy where him and his mother were last together and if he knows where his mother planned to go. If worst comes to worst and he won't be able to find the boy's mother he'll just ask the boy where he lives and will bring hm home to wait together with him until his mom returns. Luckily it never comes that far as Daichi is able to find you after half an hour of searching, the boy instantly leaving his side and running to you with tears in his eyes. He's far too humble in your eyes as he is confronted with your gratefulness, tells you that he only did his job and that anyone would have helped a crying child. Still, you make some small talk with him as you ask for his name and both of you start talking for a while with each other. That's how he finds out that you recently moved to the Miyagi prefecture with your child and live close to his neighbourhood.

🌅​The fact that he doesn't live far away from you and that he helped your child are major reasons that aid the two of you in getting so close to each other. Also, your son's dream is it to work for the police later on so he obviously views Daichi as his hero, something that flusters the man deep down a lot more than he shows. He visits you once a week when he has a free day, often bombarded with questions from your son about his job until you softly chide your child for his uncontrolled excitement. You admit to him relatively early that you moved here because your husband died and your parents live nearby as you also need to work and need someone to look after your son. Hearing that your husband died strangely enough makes more sense to him than if someone would have divorced you as only an ignorant fool would have let someone like you go. Daichi is not even going to deny his own feelings, he knows that he's extremely attracted to you. You're kind yet not too coddling, you're responsible and patient, you listen to the worries of others and are always willing to help where you can. Watching you raising your son sometimes reminds him of his high school days, a fond look on his face.

🌅​Daichi is able to stay patient in spite of his obsession, especially if the loss of your husband has been very recent. He gives you time, he allows you to grieve and focuses in the meantime on helping you and your child to integrate into the new city. The thing is that he fills that role of a supportive husband and father so nicely that neighbours and even your own parents and son can't help but support the two of you getting together. When you reject him he is a bit disheartened but he takes it really well because he realises that you didn't do so because you do not love him. You reject him because you feel not good enough but that in itself is still quite hurtful. You're such a wonderful person after all. He doesn't mind the little age gap nor does he think of you less because you have a child. In fact he's grown very fond and protective of your son who you have raised wonderfully. Still, it's wiser to not pressure you so he steps back for now. His confidence remains though, knowing that you didn't deny not being able to see him as a partner. He'll just stay in your life as a pillar of support for now and will slowly make you realise that you are everything but a waste to him.

Oikawa Tooru

👑​After a difficult divorce you make the decision to completely change your life and decide to try to reach for a dream you had when you were younger but gave up later on, deciding that you might not make it. It's better to try and fail then to never take the step. After many months of interviews, exchange of mails and documents you receive the news though. You did it. You're one of the managers for your favorite volleyball club, Club Athletico San Juan. You're so joyous, almost feel like a school girl all over again as you read the letter over and over again, kicking your feet and grinning like an idiot. Oikawa is still Oikawa even if he is by now an adult, his charming attitude still there as soon as you're introduced to the team as their new manager. His other teammates just watch with half amusement and half pity as Oikawa's charm ultimately never works. Sure, he manages to charm people quickly but he never manages to hold a relationship and they would hate for their setter and new manager to be on bad terms from the very start. You, with the divorce still freshly on your mind though, put your foot firmly down and clarify it to Oikawa very clearly that you have no intention of dating.

👑​Obviously Tooru is miffed about your blunt rejection yet another part of him can't help but respect your determination. You know what you want to focus on and he wants to acknowledge that, especially since he is essentially the same. The keyword here is want because who would have thought that his feelings would slip out of his grasp of control so quickly? You know when to put him and his childish antics in his place, chiding him almost as if he were a child and the experience feels only more realistic when he realises that you're a few years older than he is. The fact that you work so closely with him only enables him to be very overbearing as he dreams up all kinds of minor inconveniences so that he has something to complain about to have your attention on himself. Your daughter is a shocker as you have never talked about your private life before and whilst other players gush over your child he gives her a strange look at first, his mind trying to process what it could mean. He pesters you privately about it, his eyes desperate and his body tense. The tension leaves his body at least partially when you admit with a heavy sigh that you had a rough divorce before you started working here.

👑​Oikawa doesn't take the rejection very well, his heart dropping even though it doesn't have to do with the fact that you don't see him that way. Still, it is hard to stay logical with a heart as sensitive as his, especially since he is prone to being delusional. He just doesn't understand. What is it that he could have done better?? He has made it more than obvious that he is deeply in love with you. He's showered you in presents, constantly demands your attention and has even made the effort to get closer to your daughter despite initial caution he held. Is that still not enough?? What do you want him to do?? Please tell him what he as to do in order for you to accept. Honestly, your maternal instincts will come quite in handy as you're confronted with Tooru whilst his feelings threaten to burst out of him. Because it helps him to calm down and gives him the reassurance he so desperately craves from you in that moment. Nevertheless though, he ramps up his affection from a 10 to an 11 after that incident. If the problem is simply that you don't feel good enough he will change your mind. You're forgiven this one time. Do not reject him a second time though or else he might just make your job more difficult.

Nakajima Atsushi

🐅​The gentle love of a parent is a notion so foreign to Atsushi that the first encounter he has with you leaves him almost on the edge. Your kind words, the patient look in your eyes, the warmth and comfort you provide him with by simply being in the room threatens to burst his heart right at the seams. After cold deprivation for as long as he can remember your presence feels like being drowned in a bathtub filled with hot water. It's overwhelming almost, scorches his skin yet he gladly submerges himself in the heat and the sensations that come with it. He's almost immediately infatuated with you, finds himself yearning for your affection in his dreams as well as in the real world. The age difference is something that weights on his soul though as he realises how experienced you are and how clumsy he seems to be in comparison. There's a lack of knowledge with certain machines or customs that he hasn't been exposed to due to his time in the orphanage but he is always too ashamed to tell you about it. Adamant to not let himself look like a young fool in front of you, Atsushi simply refuses to ask for help or advice from you. He wants to prove to you as well as himself that he can provide for you.

🐅​As shameful as it is, there is an undeniable twinge of jealousy directed against your own child. He envies the little boy for being able to cling to you as often as he does as those are all things Atsushi desperately wishes to do as well. He wants to be held, comforted and loved by you too but he could never admit such things as he stares at your son. What would you think of him after all if he were to confess to you that he feels jealous of your own child? It doesn't stop him from clenching his hands into fists every time he witnesses you giving affection to your son, nails turning into claws as he imagines what it would be like if he were to be the one in your child's position. You and your husband have parted ways a few years ago but you still keep in contact due to the child and that just about kills Atsushi. It takes always more willpower than it should to not outright growl at the man whenever he visits. Atsushi can't even fathom how a man could let someone like you go and occasionally he imagines what it would be like to just tear that man apart whenever his jealousy gets the better of him. Chances aren't exactly zero for Atsushi to confront your ex-lover and accidentally kill him during an argument.

🐅​The beast within him tries to tame itself as good as it can for you even if results are mixed. With time he grows closer to your child though he struggles to be a parent for the little boy as he more than once acts just as childish and needy. Still, he does his best to show you that he can protect and provide for you and your child all whilst seeking emotional comfort from you. It has taken him a good chunk of courage to finally confess to you only to be met with a direct blow to his heart. The shock of your rejection numbs him for a few seconds before the weight comes crushing down. He hyperventilates, he cries, he bites his bottom lip bloody and his nails threaten to rip through the skin of his palms. That is only because he does misunderstand your rejection as you telling him that you have no interest in him. Once he has come to understand that you didn't reject him for that reason hopefully he manages to calm down at least a bit. That means that he still has a chance, doesn't he? Still, he feels like it's his fault for not having made it clearer to you just how deeply infatuated he is with you. That has to change now. Hopefully some of his seniors can give him useful tips how to woo you.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

⬛​It is through Gin that Akutagawa finds out about you as his beneath the mask quite shy sister has befriended you and finds herself visiting your small shop once a week. Whilst he is anything but an overbearing brother this piece of information still manages to stick to him. It's the first time he has heard that Gin has made friends with someone outside the Mafia and initially he starts directing hostility against you. Akutagawa isn't an individual to trust easily as he distrusts with far more confidence and this is what he finds himself doing against you. Who are you? Are you really just a regular citizen? His sister assures him that you are not some spy nor does she plan to give you any information about the Port Mafia or her real identity but for Akutagawa actions speak louder than words. He finds himself stalking you occasionally, dark eyes trailing after you. A scoff appears on his face the moment he notices the boy following you, realising that you have a child. How naive you must be, keeping a child whilst involving yourself with a mafioso. If you really are just a normal person you must have no motherly senses at all or else you wouldn't hang out casually with Gin.

⬛​Akutagawa never had a mother who raised him as he has grown up in a violent environment from a very young ago. None of his mentor figures have ever given him even an ounce of affection which has led him to believe that love is a weakness. A weakness he has fallen victim to. A part of him itches to use Rashomon to tear you and that little brat apart yet he holds himself back. Partially because his emotions are messy and partially for his sister's sake as she cherishes you. It's Gin he turns to as his curiosity grows and it is through her he finds out most information about you. The most pressing issue for him is who the father of your son is and even if Gin tells him that you have parted with the guy long before your child was born that doesn't stop Akutagawa's urges to rip that man apart for his mere existence. Stalking you becomes quite difficult, his possessive side flaring up the moment you talk to another man and give him a smile. It's the horrified gaze of his sister that holds him back but that is no guarantee that it'll work every single time. Only to his sister is he able to admit his conflicting feelings to you and both of them know that it is only a question of time when you will find out.

⬛​Still, even if it comes that far Gin wishes for her brother to not terrorise and hurt you even with his obsession. She cares for Akutagawa but you're still her friend and she likes your child as well. She wants him to attempt to confess to you the normal way at least once and if you reject him she kind of knows that there's little she can do. Unable to live with herself if she wouldn't try though Gin introduces her brother to you who finds himself incredibly awkward as he is completely out of his comfort zone, easily irritated and with little patience, especially when your son is around. Big chance that Gin is lurking around in the distance when Akutagawa tries confessing, already looking like he is glaring at you. He honestly only knows what to do in case you reject him because you don't like him which is instantly doing what he can do best. Inflicting fear upon you whilst using Rashomon. He isn't prepared for you rejecting him because you think he shouldn't bother with you and is left so perplexed with that answer that he just stares at you for a good while. Ultimately this only delays the abduction though because it'll still happen. He's promised Gin to not harm your son though.

[supernotnatural2005]

The Meet Cute

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: 99% of the time drinking leads to nothing but bad decisions and regret in the morning. But, what about the other 1% of the time?

Word count: 1786

Prompt: 'Hugged the wrong person from behind'

AN: Hey guys this is my first submission for @jacklesversebingo 2024 Bingo card. It is my first time doing one of these and I'm super excited to see what my brain comes up with! It's a challenge for sure but I hope you guys can enjoy the ride with me.

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You winced a little at the burn of the whisky sliding down your throat. It was very much welcomed though, and so were the other two shots you’d done just before. 

Not only was it your sister's wedding, but you were her maid of honour and wedding planner. In her defence, it was your profession, so planning and weddings were two things you did well. But the added pressure of it being your baby sister's day and wanting it to be perfect had given you little room to breathe.

Though, once the initial ceremony had ended and you made sure all the guests had arrived and settled in at the afterparty, you finally took a moment to take that breath, aided by the sweet nectar of alcohol. In hindsight, it probably wasn’t your best idea to drink such a strong beverage on an empty stomach, as it wasn’t long until its side effects commandeered your body, mind, and actions. 

As you looked around at everyone enjoying themselves on the dance floor, your sister included, it brought a sense of relief and warmth knowing you made her day special. However, there was one face missing, and that was the face of your best friend, Matty. You’d been busy up to your eyeballs all day with arrangements, making sure people arrived on time and showing them where to go; you hadn’t even been able to see him yet, let alone say hello. 

You knew his flight this morning was delayed, so he had to miss the ceremony, but he was on schedule to make the party at least. Though even your sister or family hadn’t seen him. The last text he sent was to tell you that he’d landed, and that was nearing 2 hours ago. You deflated at the thought that he might miss this too. Matty was always the life of the party, ever since you’d met him your freshman year of college. Although you didn’t see each other as often as you’d liked, living in different cities and leading busy lives and all, you were always guaranteed a great time when he was around. 

However, as you finished your fourth shot, it was then you spotted someone at the other end of the bar. You had to squint a little through your gradually blurring vision, but you were certain it was him. He had his back to you, and he looked a little more built than when you last saw him, but he was already chatting away to some ridiculously handsome, tall guy you didn’t recognise; who was exactly his type, and was easily someone he’d be distracted by. 

Pushing aside the fact he hadn’t come to see you first, with giddy excitement you pushed away from the bar, steadying yourself briefly as your head spun a little, but wasted little time as you wonkily made your way towards your best friend. 

Foregoing the formalities and for the sudden need to hold onto something, you hugged him tightly from behind. He was definitely firmer than you remembered, and he smelt amazing, but Matty always did. 

“I’m so glad you’re here.” You sighed happily as you snuggled into his back, the effects of the alcohol well and truly in control. “And when did you get so fit?” You exemplified your point by patting his toned stomach with a giggle. 

“Y/N? What are you doing?” Your hand paused, and your eyes snapped open at the questioning voice of your best friend. It took you a moment to realise it hadn’t come from the body you were currently clung to, but from your right. Dread suddenly filled you as you slowly turned your head and were met with the amused face of your best friend. 

With a gasp, you jumped away from the stranger, losing your footing as you did. Thankfully the stranger grasped your arm before you could go down, not that it would make this situation any less embarrassing if you had. Though what did make it worse was when you finally looked up at said stranger and saw, quite possibly, the most attractive man you’d ever seen in your life. 

He had the most captivating pair of green eyes you’d ever seen and a smattering of freckles covering his nose and cheeks. A stubbled jawline that could cut glass, and he was staring down at you with much of the same amusement your best friend had. 

“So, strangers are getting touched up before me now?” Matt teased as he walked over to you, shattering the little staring contest you and green eyes had gotten into. He let go of your arm quickly and took a polite step back at Matt’s presence, and you had to force yourself to look away from him. 

Your cheeks reddened at Matty’s remark, and you only wished for the floor to swallow you whole. Matty slung an arm over your shoulder and hugged you to him, which you half returned in your traumatised state. 

“I’m honestly so sorry; I’ve had a bit to drink and really thought you were him,” you jab a thumb in Matt’s direction, to which he bursts out laughing. 

“If you were really thinking that, then you must be drunk.” He laughs, and you can’t help but join in on the absurdity of the situation along with the other two men. 

“Honestly, don’t sweat it; it’s made my night, that’s for sure.” The handsome stranger waves you off with a chuckle, and his voice is deep and husky and does an array of things to you. ‘Seriously Y/N? Get yourself together’. 

You smile thankfully at him, relieved he found the funny side of it despite the crippling embarrassment you were currently feeling. 

“So, how do you both know the bride?” Matty speaks up, and you want to smack him so hard. You were hoping to make your escape and hide in the restroom for the rest of the night, not prolong your suffering. 

“My brother Sammy here works with the groom.” Green eyes pats the tall one on the back, and you note his tight-lipped smile at the obvious nickname. It makes your lips twitch in amusement. 

“We’re junior partners at KS Attorney’s.” Sam adds and you nod in acknowledgment. 

“And what about you?” You find yourself asking before you could even stop yourself. Green eyes looks at you, his eyes sparkling as a sly smirk lifts his noticeably plump lips. ‘Or did you just notice that? Focus Y/N!’

“Well, I’m just here to crash the wedding." He grins proudly, “Meet a few of the bridesmaids.” He winks at you, and you scoff. 

“Well, I don’t mean to burst your bubble,” you pause for him to give you his name, which he supplies with a smirk. “Dean,” you repeat. “But I’m maid of honour, and this is my sister's wedding.” You cross your arms and arch a brow. It makes his cocky attitude drop instantly, and it’s quite amusing to watch him fumble. 

“I, you know. I’m just kidding.” He stumbles with a nervous chuckle, and you narrow your eyes playfully at him until you feel you’ve made him uncomfortable enough. 

“Don’t worry about it." You concede your teasing with a chuckle. “Weddings are supposed to be fun, right?” You shrug before waving him closer to you like you’re about to tell him a secret. He easily obliges, and you try to ignore the close proximity and the delicious scent of him again before you speak.

“Just watch out for the brunette; she’s a little on the crazy side.” You nod your head over at Tiffany, one of the bridesmaids and he follows your direction to the dance floor. She was in your sister's circle of friends, but she was well-known for being a little clingy with men. 

You’d heard she’d burnt her last boyfriend's clothes when he didn’t return her calls for a few hours, convinced he was cheating on her. He wasn’t. He was visiting his sick grandmother, something he’d told her the night before.

“Noted.” Dean nods seriously as you pull back and looks away thoughtfully, as if he were thinking of something important before his eyes snap to you again. “What about the maid of honour? Is she game?” Your heart flutters a little at the smoothness of his implication, and you can’t stop your shy smile. You had to look away from him, and it was then you noticed the other two were missing. You frown and look around before you spot Matty and Sam further down the bar with a beer each. Matty catches your eye and winks at you before pointing at you and then Dean and making a vulgar gesture with his hand and mouth. You roll your eyes before you look back at Dean.

“I see we’ve been ditched.” You scoff humorously and Dean’s smirk wideness.

“And you haven’t answered my question.” He points out cooly and leans against the bartop; his stare intense, making you squirm a little. Men at this magnitude of hotness never hit on you, and if it wasn’t for the alcohol still running through your veins, you’re certain you would have malfunctioned by now. 

“She is not.” You decide to lie and bite your lip as you too lean against the bar. Dean’s brow raises as if he were surprised by your admission, and you try not to look him in the eye too much. 

“Oh really? And who’s the lucky guy?” You try to fight your smile, and the blush you’re certain is already staining your cheeks. Instead of answering, your eyes subtly flicker over to Matty, and Dean’s smile broadens, his eyes glimmering with mischief. 

“You and him?” He nods his head back in their direction, and you shrug with a confident smile, which soon falters when he leans in close to whisper in your ear. “Sweetheart, if that were true, I’d hate to be the one to tell you that your boyfriend is currently flirting up a storm with my brother.” 

He pulls back with a cocky smirk, and you can’t contain yourself much longer. Laughter bubbles out of you uncontrollably because it’s true. You and Dean both watch as an uncomfortable Sam tries to dodge Matty’s obvious advances with tears in your eyes.

“We should probably go save him. Matty’s nothing if not persistent.” You breathe out, still trying to calm yourself as you wipe gently at your under-eyes.

"Nah, Sammy’s a big boy; he can fend for himself.” Dean shrugs off with a smile. "Besides, you still have a question to answer and no more B.S.” He points at you half serious, and you can’t find it in you to lie this time. 

AN: There you go guys, my first bingo square complete. Let me know what you guys think. Also I am open to maybe expanding on this story, like a prequel and maybe another chapter... Let me know if you'd be interested to see more of this.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

hello! i was wondering if you could do poly!plastic x reader where regina has a condition like anemia or is simply just sick and won't admit that she's sick or needs help till she eventually collapses. sorry if it's too specific and you absolutely don't have to do it if you fon't wanna! :)

The Date-

|| poly!plastics x nonbinary!reader

|| Warnings; mostly Regina's pov, mentions of throw up, Regina's sick and hiding it, Gretchen stands up to Regina (though briefly), Regina blacks out, brief swearing

|| Summary; when Regina wakes up, she finds she isn't feeling well. But holds out for the date later that evening.

Requests closed!

Started; November 13th

Finished; November 13th

+ Anon Request; hey can you do poly!plastics x reader where it's regina being sick or anemic (only her gfs know that) but would never admit if she's not feeling well because she has an image to "uphold." sorry if it's too specific! it's all gopd i you can't 😅

Author Note; i wrote her being sick, since that was easier for me to write 🫶

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It wasn't often Regina George got sick. In fact, there was hardly ever a time where she was. Of course she's faked being sick a number of times, just like every other kid. But today she was not feeling great. Like, at all. Every time she took a step Regina felt like she would throw up. Or pass out. Or both.

But did she take the day off? No. Because there were things she genuinely wanted to do at school and after today. She wanted to see her girlfriends and partner. Plus, Regina was looking forward to their date tonight. She booked them reservations at a nice ass restaurant and it would suck to lose their spot. Considering the next wait was nearly two months. She wasn't about to wait forever again. So, Regina tried her hardest to look okay. She may have over done it a bit on the makeup, but Regina hardly cared right now.

Despite feeling sick, Regina still took the time to pick up all of you. You, Gretchen and Karen. None of you noticed the signs at first. Gretchen thought she maybe saw a grimace, or was it a scowl? Sometimes it was hard to tell with the blonde. She did try keeping an eye on her, though it didn't take long before Gretchen was distracted by Karen's lips.

Being at school was probably the worst part of it. She skipped a lot of her classes. Regina ended up spending most of her day in the bathroom, just in case she threw up. Because there was no way she would be listening to a teacher right now. No matter who told her to. She'd come out for lunch, hanging out with you and the girls. Trying to seem okay enough that no one would ask her any questions.

Regina managed to make it all the way until the end of the day. Where everything went wrong. Regina was walking next to you, on her other side was Gretchen and Karen. The four of you walking together. You held Regina's hand, rambling about whatever your latest interest was. And Regina tried to pay attention. She really, really did. But... everything went black.

She could vaguely hear the sounds of voices, though it was like she was separated by water. It was muffled, groggily. All around impossible to understand. When she finally came to, Regina was in the nurse's office at the school. Bucket at her couch side. You were next to her while Gretchen and Karen watched nervously. Hands and arms linked together. She groaned as she tried to sit up, but you put a hand to her chest. Keeping her down.

"No you don't," You murmured. Regina's eyes locked to yours and you could see the pain and nausea behind her eyes.

"What..?" Regina had started to ask what happened, but you answered before she could speak. Wanting her to save her strength. You gently brushed Regina's hair out of her face, hand cupping her cheek before you spoke.

"You passed out. Nurse said you looked feverish," You explained, Regina scoffed and rolled her eyes. Slowly letting herself sink into the couch a bit. Before her eyes widened.

"The date-" Regina said, once gain thinking about the reservations. You just smiled softly and shook your head. Looking to Gretchen.

"Absolutely not, those reservations aren't as important as your health." Gretchen put her foot down; which was rare for her to do. Especially to Regina. Though Gretchen's worry for her out weighed any fears.

"There were reservations?" Karen blinked, looking at Gretchen. She forgot all about it. Gretchen just sighed.

"Not for tonight." Her tone held a sense of firmness to it that sounded weird coming from Gretchen. Regina challenged her, knowing it usually didn't take much to sway the girl.

"Excuse me? We're going, I paid a shit tone for those spots. Besides, I'm literally fine. You're overreacting." Regina grumbled. Trying to keep hold of her image. She had to be fine.

You frowned at her, deciding to take over when you saw Gretchen tense up," we'll get a refund, baby. Go another time. But like Gretchen said, those reservations aren't as important as your health."

Regina did not look happy in the slightest. But she finally stopped fighting on it, mostly because she threw up in the trash can. And she was smart enough to know there would be no convincing after that.

[divinevault]

I have returned!

…I have returned sick

may hermes take care of me while im not feeling well?

-🩵🪽

I do hope the illness passes quickly for you, my dear! <3

And I hope this helps

Sickness…

Featuring: Hermes x Reader

Summary: Your partner is doing his very best but he’s also slightly terrified

CW’s: You’re sick, if that counts? Also a bit of panic and talk around death <3

Reader is: Gender Neutral

Words: 589

Type: Scenario

You really didn’t like getting sick, so waking up to a sore, scratchy throat and a blocked nose felt like hell to you. You weren’t utterly incapacitated, but you were definitely a little feverish and had a hell of a headache. So you’d gotten up to grab yourself some water, as you did, wondering idly whether Hermes would be home— it was one of the days he’d spend almost the entire day with you, after all.

You didn’t have to wait long.

He swooped into existence like air coming to life, a mischievous grin on his face that quickly shifted into a more concerned one. Hermes’ ears flicked out and downwards- a clear sign of his worry for you.

“Hey— darling, you feeling alright?” His voice is softer than it usually is when he asks, tilting your head towards him. You lean into the contact reflexively, blinking up at him before abruptly shifting your body to cough into your arm. 

… the look Hermes gives you afterwards isn’t what you would have expected. It’s almost teetering on the edge of terror— which he promptly hides from view, taking you into his arms, “so you’re sick, huh?”

“Yeah,” You murmured in response, leaning into the coolness of his body, “you looked scared. What’s up, hun?”

“Me? Scared?” Your frown deepens as your partner theatrically scoffs, “never. I do think we need to get you some medicine for that, though, considering you wouldn’t be able to handle ambrosia…”

“It’s just a cold,” You find yourself protesting, brows furrowing, “it’ll go away soon.”

“And quicker if you have medication.”

“Hermes.”

He looks back at you from where he’d shifted to wander out the door, eyes clearly (almost unnaturally) visible beneath the dark shadow his hat cast, “... yeah?”

“I want cuddles.”

And for the first time you’ve ever seen it, Hermes looks torn. And it takes a few seconds for your brain to piece together what he’s so very concerned about— which promptly leaves you smiling in exasperation at him.

“Hermes— hun, love, dear, the spring in my step— I’m not going to die.”

“... I know.” He slowly responds, rocking back and forth on his feet, “I’m— darling, I know. I just— It feels… mortals are so… fragile.”

“... You’re not going to lose me to a cold, Hermes, I promise.”

He squints at you, reaching out to pull you into a hug as he huffs, “alright. I understand. I’ve got one more message to give out and then I’ll be right back, m’kay, darling?”

And before you can protest, he’s poofed.

… You’re not surprised when he comes back in a couple of minutes with a massive variety of things he’s probably stolen from the chemist to treat your sickness.

He’s adorably caring throughout the entire time you are sick— constantly around, even when his errands try to tug him away. More often than not, he’s cuddled up to you like a cat— as if he really is afraid you’re going to die suddenly from a stuffy nose and a slightly abnormally high temperature.

He’s cute, though. And it’s times like these where you really see the devotion he has for you shine.

Suffice to say, you’re also not getting out of bed.

You also think he’s so internally scared of your sickness because of Apollo’s tales, and also the fact that he’s likely seen millions fall to plagues his older brother has started.

You do well enough to soothe his fears by distracting him with appreciative pecks all over his face, though.

[samandcolbyownme]

Warnings: swearing, sexting, fluff

Enjoy!

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Chris would start off your day with a cute little snap

You looked up at the building, dreading this work day that was arriving in just a few minutes. Your phone lit up with a notification - a snapchat notification, from Chris. You smiled as you clicked on it, knowing it’ll make your day go somewhat better.

He would try and keep your mood up when you told him you were stuck in meetings all day, bored out of your mind.

This meetings is going to be the death of me I swear to god, you type out onto the snap of your shoes and the floor. You lock your phone, resting your chin in your hand. You zone out until you feel the vibration from your phone on your lap, unlocking it to see a snap from Chris that makes you fight back smiling like an idiot in front of everyone in the room.

He would fill you in on his day, but also not take away from yours.

You leaned back in your chair, letting out a quiet sigh as your thumbs tapped the screen. You made sure to glance up every so often to make it seem like you’re somewhat interested in what is being said, I’m literally going to rip my hair out. I’m sooooo bored

He would be very good at distracting you to help the time pass, but he would also feel bad about possibly getting you in trouble.

I know a way you can help me, something that’ll help pass the time AND make me more exited to see you.., you bite your lip, glancing around to make sure the people sitting around you aren’t being nosey. Your heart starts to race as you know what can of worms you’re opening in the middle of a meeting, but that was the fun in it, right?

Once he got the official go, he wouldn’t hesitate.

No, Baby. I won’t get in trouble. I promise, You gently bounce your leg, jotting down some words as you waited the first snap of the session. Once your phone vibrated, you moved in towards the table more, leaning back to look at the screen. You raised a brow at his snap, clearing your throat as you looked up from reading it. You shifted around in your seat, looking around and nodding like you were paying attention before going back to responding, I bet I could do a lot more than that lollipop could, baby.

His snaps would progressively get more sexual the more he aches for you - just like you ached for him.

Your thighs squeeze together as you tap the screen slowly, you have no idea how bad I want the picture of you in between my legs to come to life right now, you laid your phone face down in your lap. You brought your hand up to cover your lips as you couldn’t fight back the smirk the notification brought on, but once you opened his snap, you couldn’t hide it.

He would purposely say things that he knows would get your cheeks to flush into that cute shade of pink that he loves so much.

You felt your cheeks heat up. You reached up to brush a strand of hair from your face as you lean over next to the lady beside you, “I’ll be right back. I need to run to the restroom.” She gives you a nod and you hurry out of the meeting room. You bite your lip as you tap the screen, one upping him, I just had to leave the room, fuck I want this day to be over with. I want you so fucking bad, baby.

He control himself after a while, totally forgetting that you were, in fact, still at work and not at home.

Your eyes widen at the purple block that appears under his name, mentally cursing yourself for getting into this. You roll your chair forward, making sure your volume is all the way down, along with your brightness, before tapping the video.

Chris is laying in his bed, his hand pulling up his shirt before teasingly sliding down his sweats. He doesn’t show anything - yet - but it was enough to have the walls of your pussy clenching around nothing. You take a quick snap and bite down on your lip as you type quickly, you fucking tease, keep doing that and I’ll have you watch as I get off without your help.

By the end of the day, you were ready for him, and he was ready for you.

Practically ran to my car. I’m on my way, you send the snap and immediately start your car, starting your drive to finally finished what was started.

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Slacked towards the end, but it’s something I wanted to get out. Thank you for reading! I love you so much!

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[a-regular-amount-of-spiders]

Into the Night(wing) (18+)

Ch 2 (Ch1)

Ao3

Dick steeled himself when he heard you drop down onto the roof, hopping from the entrance, to the railing, to the cold cement top. He takes a deep breath, turning around. Your face is set in a teasing smile, as it so very often will be.

“Good evening pretty bird” You simper, walking towards him. He can’t tell if you heard him last night or not. He’s certainly not going to ask you about it. You pause at his expression, and he wonders what you see there for a moment. Whatever it is, it sobers you, and you explain your plan to him without any further preamble. He watches you set things up, tries not to cringe as your voice fills his ears through the com, because it is making him feel a lot more than he wants to at the moment. He hopes his mask and the darkness cover his flushed cheeks, but he cannot be certain. Really he’s just grateful you don’t get in his personal space and give him an opportunity to embarrass himself further. The gratefulness pales in comparison to the lingering guilt. Nothing goes wrong. He almost wishes it had because he swears you’re making those little sounds on purpose. Where he’s more accustomed to dead silence, or at the very least some sort of distraction, tonight all he can hear is your voice. He’s playing support, which means camping out nearby, ready to intervene if you get caught. A part of him wishes you would, so he could be fighting instead of listening to the small noises you’re making as you go about stealing. He can’t distract himself, so he ends up thinking of last night. He wonders if you really caught him. The guilt sits like thorns in his chest. You didn’t seem disgusted, but he figures you’d have every right to be. Dick shifts uncomfortably. Here you are stealing for him, which he can’t think about that too much, and all he can think about is how good you sound. What other sorts of noises he could elicit if given the opportunity. The shame makes him nauseated in equal measure, and he feels like an absolute bastard for thinking about you this way, for treating you the way he has.

Dick should have known, really, that overall the night was going far too well for him. Your joint plan went off without a hitch, no complications. However as he goes to leave, thanking you more tersely than was strictly necessary, a hand around his neck pulls him back against you. He swallows and barely manages not to yelp. He can feel your fingers like a brand as your hand rests just below his jaw and your chest presses into his back.

“Running off so soon, pretty bird? And here I thought you owed me a favor.” You say into his ear, and the low heat that had been simmering all night flares violently. He needs to leave, he really needs to get away from you because you’re so hard for him to resist. He’s just a man around you, and Nightwing should be better than that.

“You want to cash it in now?” He’s pleased that his voice is firm, and displeased as opposed to breathy.

“Maybe. I think we’re long overdue a talk, Nightwing. And you’re going to give that to me” There’s a tenison he’s never heard from you before. It takes him a minute to realize you’re angry. Furious, even. The realization is like an ice bath, dowsing his senses in a cold apprehension and he can only think of one cause for such a feeling. He pulls out of your grip, and is almost surprised how easily you let him. His hand goes to his own neck, a ghost of your touch.

“Talk? What about?” He quips with a smile and a confidence he doesn’t feel in the least. You scowl, it’s a strange expression on your face. He’s never really seen you visibly upset before, he realizes. You’re always so in control, and take everything in stride with a joke and a laugh.

“Don’t play dumb, it doesn’t suit you.” You press your lips into a thin line, distinctly unimpressed by his evasion. “What do you want from this?” You gesture between the two of you.

“I can’t understand it, one moment we’re fine and the next you turn cold.”

Dick hadn’t entirely been expecting that. “What…?” He asks, brow furrowed, did you really not hear him yesterday? Were you just angry over his repeatedly cold farewells? You sigh, long suffering, and then, you take off the mask over your eyes. He should have shut his own, should have looked away. He does neither of those things, and a depth of color stares back at him. He feels stuck, a painful knot in his chest. Your eyes are more expressive than he’d been ready for. Where he could hear the terseness in your voice, he could easily see the hurt in the line of your eyes. They turned a neutral expression into a vivid picture of hurt.

“Why would you do that?” He asks, voice thick with an emotion he really isn’t equipped to even identify let alone deal with. The trust you’re showing him now had been a fixation that lingered on the edges of his thought. He wanted it so badly and yet knows that it crosses a line he can’t redraw. A line Nightwing should never see the other side of. One he cannot let you cross in return. Even if he could accept you being a thief, he cannot in good conscience tell you his real name. It’s too short of a jump between his name, and the identities of his family. And he knows you’d make it far too quickly.

“You’re important to me, Nightwing. We were teasing each other, dancing around something that couldn’t happen. I had no intention of pushing you, when you so clearly feel that you cannot get close to me.” Your stare is piercing, and there is a certain kind of pain in every line of your face. “But you crossed a line, and now I need to know.” Your expression is a lance through his heart. His emotions are a cacophony from which he can hardly distinguish a suitable response. He works his jaw uselessly a few times, turning theoretical answers over in his mind.

“Need to know what?” He needs you to clarify, needs you to correct his misunderstanding so he isn’t given the chance to fall short of the expectations he has for himself. You approach him, so very, painfully close to him.

“Do you want something more? More than the chase, more than the banter and the eventual arrest or escape? Because if you don’t, then we need a lot more distance than we have right now.”

A panic rises at the idea of distance, that he might not be able to go out and find you. That he might lose the way you always seem to know what he needs. He realizes the selfishness of that panic in the same moment that he feels it. The entitlement of wanting your support, but never being clear in his own actions. However, “You’re a thief.” is his quiet, insufficient response.

“I am, but you know it’s not that simple. You’ve worked with worse, you're friends with worse.” You respond, stepping in even closer and he feels like he can’t breathe.

“That’s different. I’m not-” He doesn’t want to finish that statement, perhaps he doesn’t even know how it ends.

“Not what? Jerking off on the comms to your other morally gray friends?” Your eyes are narrowed, a low fury in your tone. He chokes on nothing, going pale, and did you have to say it like that? He can’t meet your eyes now.

“I- that’s not…” He inhales shakily “I didn’t mean to do that.” It’s a pathetic excuse, however true. Perhaps if the guilt wasn’t eating him alive the pressure you were putting on him would elicit something other than the dull pain radiating from his chest and the cotton feeling of his throat.

“But you did it. And now I need to know if you want me, or if I need to skip town. Because I can’t keep doing this.” You’re serious. And all he can think is if nothing else, that he doesn’t want you to leave.

“Don’t go. Please don’t go. I-” He’s lucky he’s well trained to keep his composure otherwise he’d never have been able to force the words out. “I want you, so badly. But feeling that way is a failure. You’re a criminal, but not bad enough for me to turn you away. But I have to, because if I let this keep going I don’t know if I’ll have it in me to stop you at all.” It’s more honest than he’d like. He feels raw and vulnerable, but also like he’s bleeding out a festering infection. A hollow, relieved feeling sitting in the wake of it. You don’t respond immediately, considering his words carefully at first.

“I see. I haven’t escalated before.” You say softly, and then you tell him your name. Your actual real name. He knew, because he’d figured it out some time ago. But this was different, this was you trusting him. “If I do, you don’t have to be the one to handle it. You just need to ask one of the hundred other heroes you know.” The words are delivered softly. Something in you searching for an answer he doesn’t understand yet.

“How can I stop you, if I let you in? How can I trust you?” He reaches up to your face, holding it in his hand for the first time.

“Oh, Nightwing. Life has been terribly unkind to you.” You take a deep breath “If you ask me to return something, I will. I can help you, like I did tonight. In all the years you’ve known me, have I ever lied to you? Have I ever crossed a line that you never would?”

It was his turn to consider your words. He leans his forehead against yours, hands grabbing at your shoulders. Dick realizes that he hasn’t been bothered by what you steal in a long time, you’d long since shifted to stealing from people he has no sympathy towards. There’s a small amount of shame, and the uncomfortable feeling of a worldview slowly changing at the thought of giving into this. There is fear and apprehension at the thought of letting you into his life, of all the ways you could devastate him. In contrast, the thought of you leaving is disturbing. Never seeing you again would be a hole in his heart, and it felt deeply wrong. It would be losing something he hadn’t realized felt so integral to his life until he struggled to picture one without you. He swallowed thickly, and wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m sorry” He apologizes. For everything, or for nothing, he cannot be sure. But something needs to loosen the tension. Something had to keep you here.

“It’s okay Dick. I understand it, it doesn’t make all of it okay, but I don’t begrudge you for it.” Your response comes with arms around his back and a bolt of bewildered realization. You said his name. Which you definitely shouldn’t know. He pulls back enough to stare at you, shocked.

“How the hell-” His mind races, gearing up for some sort of confrontation, but you grab his jaw firmly.

“I’ve known the whole time. I called your friend, remember? He used your name, and I was less inclined to respect privacy back then. Then I recognized your smile.” Your hands grab his biceps loosely, a grounding touch. The fact that you knew, you knew and had kept his secret for years even when he was cruel, even when he was beyond out of line makes him feel relieved, amazed, and a bit pissed. Trusting you felt so much easier, but he’d agonized over trusting you with his identity, with the risks of letting you get close for literally nothing at all.

“Why did you never tell me?” He wants to be more annoyed when you give him a mischievous grin, but all he feels is fondness.

“I didn’t want to freak you out. And as I said, I didn’t feel the need to break the status quo” Your hands drift to his hair, toying with the inky strands. “So, how about it pretty bird? Are you able to fly with a thief?”

And Dick, his whole world flipped on its head in the span of maybe 20 minutes, feeling vulnerable and exposed, and absolutely sick of talking, kisses you. Your hands tighten in his hair and he can’t help but keen as you bite his lip. He pulls you against him, feeling the line of your body like he did last night, but this time able to touch, this time not having to hide anything at all. The heat from earlier returns with a vengeance as you gasp into his mouth. You tug his hair sharply before he can deepen the kiss, to nip at his neck. His nerves light up, arms tightening around your waist. Suddenly he has to know-

“Last night, did you listen the whole time?” Your hands wander over the contours of his back, seeking and curious. More exploratory than he’d imagined.

“Didn’t you hear me talking, pretty bird?”

So that hadn’t been his imagination, good to know. Humiliating to know as well. A burning feeling sits just under his skin, sleek and invigorating. He’s glad that he planned to be home soon because if he had to spend another night of patrolling all worked up like this he may well have a heart attack.

“I h-heard you. I just, thought I was imagining things.” He admits, words feeling as though they don’t belong to him any longer. Somewhat in disbelief at his lack of perception. He feels your hand drift lower, settling on his hips with a squeeze that sends a shiver up his spine.

“You were that desperate? And here I thought you were saying such filthy things to get a reaction out of me. Did I get excited for nothing?” Your hands stay where they are, lips ghosting over his. Still, and he knows you won’t yield, won’t do a damn thing until he asks you to. The explicit concern for consent makes him heady, and he feels all the more fond of you for it.

“No. You didn’t. I want- I want to know what you were thinking.” And doing, and that thought makes his outfit more uncomfortably tight. He really needs to get home. Bring you home with him-

You grab his ass and use your weight to shove him back into the wall, picking him up and squeezing. He yelps as you bite his bottom lip, before licking into his mouth and rolling your hips against him in a way that provides no relief thanks to the padding of the suit. You bite down his neck again, most assuredly leaving marks in your wake. And then you’re gone, dropping him and leaving him panting against the wall on unsteady feet, aching for you.

“Try to keep up, pretty bird.” You smirk, crooking your finger at him and hopping up on the railing. A flash of frustration makes him want to tear his hair out and scream, but that’s overtaken quickly by adrenaline as you bolt off, him hot on your heels. You’re not trying to get away from him, but you are stubbornly staying out of reach, flipping through the air in a way that makes him stumble and his heart stutter. You lead him to a window, slipping in easily. Dick doesn’t get the chance to take in the sight of what must be your bedroom, because he’s being shoved to the bed, your firm voice brokering no room for argument.

“Strip for me, pretty bird, I want to see you.” He turns around with a cocky smirk, now finally an active player in the game you’ve crafted.

“Hm, seems a bit unfair if I’m the only one stripping.” His words become strangled as you pull your top overhead without hesitation. Fine scars littering soft looking skin, he wants to run his hand along everything he now sees. He doesn’t realize he’s staring until you push his chest lightly.

“Off, Dick. I’m not fucking with bat tech, much as I’d love to strip you down myself.” He would chuckle if the idea of you stripping him hadn’t caught in his brain like a broken record. He undoes the more complicated components of his suit first. Shoving down his boots and slowly stripping it to his waist. “Someone’s eager to see me.”

“Stop” Your voice cracks through the tension in the air when the suit is halfway down his body, sitting at his waist. You walk back to sit in a comfortable looking desk chair, turning it to face him as you lean on your knees, bare torso curving in a way that makes him want you to be on top of him.

“Stop?” He questions hesitantly, cooling slightly as he keys into your body language, he doesn’t think you mean completely, but he needs to be certain.

“I want you to show me how you were last night, best as you can Dick.” His name is smooth honey on your lips, and he whimpers a bit, hand sliding underneath his uniform, as uncomfortably trapped as it was the night before. He takes the short step back to lay back on the bed, stretching out in a way he knows emphasizes his well maintained silhouette. Despite the thrill of the situation clouding his thoughts, he grins smugly, catching your eyes as they skate across his body. Your eyes are intense and sharp as they focus on him, making him feel small and pitiful. The feeling only intensified by how much he likes feeling reduced by you, judged.

“Like what you see?” He tries to maintain an even keel, but his tone control is slipping under your gaze. You don’t respond, simply raising an eyebrow and gesturing for him to continue. Without a barb to respond to his resolve crumbles more and more with every lingering moment. He needs to hear your voice. As soon as he lets the guise crack open, you make an approving sound and start talking.

“Oh you poor thing, you couldn’t help yourself could you?” You ask and he whines, shaking his head and pressing his face against your pillow.

“Must be painful for you pretty bird, you’re barely able to give yourself anything like that. You need my help, don’t you? Need me to take care of you.” Your voice is mocking, and meaner than he’s used to hearing. He squeezes himself, hips canting in response. He opens his eyes, watching you take off your boots and approach him, slinging your leg over his waist and tugging his hand aside, pulling them up to the headboard. Your weight rests heavily on his thighs, his attention honing in on the pressure, wishing that he could feel your skin against his.

“I’m going to tie you up sweetheart, and then I’m going to fuck you until you cry.” You stroke his cheek with your free hand, gently, you speak with the same tone you use to talk about missions

. “If you come before I give you permission, then you won’t be allowed to again. And I promise you sweetheart, you’ll be begging for it. Though you’ll be begging regardless.” You whisper in his ear, shifting forward to rest directly on his weeping cock, the weight of you on him not enough through his uniform. He breathes heavily, unable to really formulate an answer. Committing the instructions to memory like every other mission given to him.

“Do you understand me, Nightwing?”

“Yes sir” He responds without thinking, squirming at the low groan he earns in response. He wants to hear all the sounds you can make. You pull off the fabric you use as a belt, tying his hands carefully to the headboard. He could, of course, slip them easily. But he won’t, he’ll be good for you.

“So sweet for me birdie. I love it.” You kiss him softly, hands sliding down his chest, tweaking his nipples in a way that makes him gasp and arch his back. Your mouth follows the path your hands draw, but more slowly. He tries not to writhe at the attention, misplaced pride driving him to contain his reactions. He knows it’ll goad you on, and suddenly Dick needs to see if he can break you in a different manner than you are breaking him. Your thumbs hook under the waist of his uniform, and you stop, moving to kiss him softly.

“Sing for me, pretty bird, I want to hear you.” It’s the kind of demand that only those with full confidence that they will be obeyed can give. A bored and unhurried drawl. He clenches his jaw, refusing to give in so quickly. You trace the edge of his uniform, and start rolling your hips in a way that is deeply unsatisfying. One hand wraps around his neck, squeezing until he can’t breathe properly. He tugs at his bonds, squirming uselessly, just as his vision starts to spot and he worries you won’t stop, you let go. He gasps, chest heaving and head sinking into the pillows. He glares at you, which lasts less than a second before you’re gripping his jaw, squeezing him tightly enough through his suit that it borders strongly on painful.

“If you’re going to be rude Dick, I’ll leave you just like this. I’ll use you to get myself off and give you nothing in return” Pleas spill out of him near unbidden.

“Please fuck me sir, I need you. Please don’t stop, I can’t take it, I-” His own feelings overwhelm him quickly, the coil of humiliation emptying his thoughts. You pull his suit off, finally. Your calloused hands stroke his thighs, hitching his legs over your shoulders. He can feel the swell of your chest pressing into the underside of his legs and it makes him wrap around you tighter. You fold him in half to reach your nightstand, his legs pinned between both chests. He tries to rut against your stomach, yelping when your hand presses down harshly on his dick to stop him pushing upwards.

“You need to behave for me sweetheart, or you’re going to be left wanting. You won’t get another warning” You say cooly, stroking a now slick finger down the length of him, a keen warbling out of his throat. Your clean hand closes around his throat, tightening lightly.

“Unwrap your legs if your words stop working birdie.” You whisper, finger stroking at his entrance teasingly. Dick sinks into the safe feeling that the option gives him. He has perfect control of whether this stops or keeps going, and not a single other thing. Your finger slides in, careful and slow. It’s a strange feeling at first, always is. It doesn’t take long for you to find that sweet spot, pressing against it and causing him to tighten like a bow, as sparks shoot up his spine, lighting up his nerves. Leaving the tingling feeling that resides after awareness returns.

“Such a hopeless little hero, aren’t you? Need this petty thief to put you in your place.” You coo, adding a second finger and stretching him open, tactically pressing against his sweet spot again the second he relaxes. “You don��t have to be Nightwing here, just a desperate slut. All needy and wanting.” You curl your fingers again, biting his ear hard enough that he wonders if he’ll start to bleed. “Use your words sweetheart, cry for me.”

“I’m yours sir” He whimpers, so loud it hurts his throat. “Fuck me like the slut I am, please. Please I need you, I’m not anything without this. I need you to fuck me, I don’t want to think I just want-” He runs out of air, words collapsing on themselves, leaving him panting. Your thumb brushes across his cheek, which is about the moment he realizes he’s been crying. He’s more hopeless than he thought, he’s more turned on than he’s been in his life.

“Want what? What do you want Dick?” You pull your hand out, wiping your hand clean with a damp cloth, sighing as you look at him, hands running across his scarred skin reverently.

“You. I want you, you crazy fuck-” He’s lashing out in frustration and your hand grabs his jaw like a vice, a snarl on your pretty lips. “Try that again pretty bird.” You slowly let go of his jaw, kissing the leg over your shoulder lightly just as your hand comes down hard on the side of his ass leaving a stinging red mark. “Say you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. I’m good. I’ll be good I promise, please don’t leave me sir” He whines, hands tugging at the fabric around his wrists hard enough to bruise. “I don’t know why I lash out sir, I’m sorry” he apologizes again, and as a reward he feels a blunt tip begin to press into him as you bite down on the meat of his leg. He doesn’t breathe as he watches the blood drip down his leg, crimson painting your lips a gorgeous red. Your hand presses down on his chest, and he inhales sharply, shocked back to the present. He forces himself to relax, well behaved and pliant as your hips meet his. Your grip on his legs his bruising, and you wait for him to relax into the feeling of being full before you pull out, snapping your hips to fuck back into him harshly. He can’t speak any longer, haplessly sobbing as you rail him into the mattress.

“Look at you, pretty bird, taking me so good. How long have you wanted this for?” You mock him. Pulling out, removing his legs and flipping him over in a way that would easily injure anyone less flexible, as his arms twist uncomfortably. You press his face into the bed, and tell him to kick you if he needs to, or to curl in on himself if he can't. Your free hand pressing down his shoulders as you fuck back into him, switching to a painfully slow rhythm that leaves him trying to rock his hips to speed it up.

“Please, please just move you-” He cuts his insult off before it gets him in trouble, whining instead as your hand comes down hard on his ass again anyway, leaving a sharp pulsing sting in its wake.

“Good boy, you’re learning. So smart for me.” You say, deceptively kind in contrast to the harsh manner in which you yank his head back by his hair, making his back arch. He makes a pathetic noise but doesn’t respond otherwise. All the sensations make Dick lose track of which way his limbs were twisted, feeling faintly like his body didn’t fully belong to him anymore.

His throat is tight with the way his neck is stretched back. You don’t move, keeping his body taut and pulled into a near painful state. “Sir, I need it, please.” He begged, tension leaving him as he let himself be overwhelmed. Breaking in the face of silence, and he realizes with a fleeting bolt of clarity that you know exactly what that silence does to him. How nothingness is worse than both kindness or aggression. You know he needs feedback, good or bad. When he starts reacting, you start moving again, hands all over his body, pinching his sensitive chest, wandering over his arms and along his sides.

“That so? Do you deserve it? Have you been good?” You croon, grip loosening, and he realizes that you untied his wrists as well, guiding his hands to grip the sheets at the sides of his head. The blood rushing back into the limbs causes that floaty feeling of being freed to spread throughout his entire body. He keens, hips canting and body shaking as you grope his tender behind, kissing down his spine.

“I want to be good. Please let me, I want to be good, I’m trying so hard.” Dick clutches tightly at silken sheets, tense as he waits for your response, as he hopes for your approval. You gently flip him over, and pin his hands to the bed, scarred fingers threading though his own when he tries to hide his face.

“Look at me, Dick” Your command causes his gaze to snap to yours, adoring as it is heated. “You are perfect for me. So perfect. I’ll give you what you need.” You pull him into an absolutely filthy kiss as the praise, horrifyingly, makes him cry harder. You kiss the tear streaks, and start fucking him intense and fast. He all but screams, your name falling senselessly from kiss-bitten lips as your hand warps around his weeping cock, thumb swiping meanly over the head.

“Go on then pretty bird. Come undone for me. Show me how good you are” You bite his shoulder when you finish speaking, and Dick has the most intense orgasm of his life, spilling across his torso, whiting out and possibly passing out for a couple seconds. Chest heaving as the world comes back into focus one sensation at a time. The wet cloth wiping him down, the calloused fingers guiding him into your lap as your clever hands remake the bed. He grabs your wrist.

“But I didnt, I didnt do anything for you” He says, feeling pathetic, and also selfish.

“This wasn’t about me. And I didn’t want it to be” You assure him, not leaving room for the self doubt to settle in “I got everything I wanted from this” You brush his hair out of his face, leaning in to kiss him again. He kisses back, blue eyes staring at you with something close to wonder.

“Are you sure?” He asks, leaning into your comfort and warmth. You simply nod, and scoop him up. His arms wrap around your neck and he registers suddenly how gross he feels, covered in his own fluids. He flushes, tucking his face into your neck, needing the contact dearly. You set him on the seat in your shower, kissing his forehead as you take in his appearance.

“How do you feel sweetheart?” You ask, face open and charming. He has to think about his answer as you turn the water on. He’s just barely close enough to catch some of the spray, and as he contemplates, he realizes you’re watching him very closely. Then he realizes why.

“I feel good. The soreness hasn’t set in yet” He gives a wry smile, power dynamic between the both of you fully slipping away. Leaving you on equal ground. “And showers are fine. I just don’t like the rain” He adds softly, a confession he’s glad you won’t press him on. A grin splits across your lips, seriousness slipping away like it was never there.

“Suppose I should clean you up, since I made a mess of you, hm?” You tease, soap in hand, but not initiating. He shifts a bit, your constant checking in making his blood rush.

“I- yeah. That’d be nice. But only if you let me do something for you.” Dick respond, raising to his feet, glad for years of practice in staying on his feet. Without it, the haziness his previous orgasm had draped over him may have caused him to stumble. You tilt your head, and Dick can’t help but find it adorable.

“Depends, what do you want to do?” Your voice is carefully neutral, but now that he can see your eyes, you’re as transparent to him as he always felt he was to you. You’re excited. He gestures for you to sit, sinking to his knees between your legs when you do. He runs his hands over your strong thighs, giving you pleading doe eyes. “Can I, sir?” He feels strangely powerful using the title, knowing it will get to you. You groan, shifting forward to give him better access.

“Show me what you’ve got, pretty bird.” Your pupils are blown as you watch him lick across your core without hesitating. Your hand flies to his hair and the high pitched sound you make is deafening in the small room. Dick laps at your core, fingers moving to roll your clit between them, like a man starved. Your hips roll against his face, and his other hand darts between his legs to pump his arousal as he moans into you.

“You’re gorgeous Dick, so good and beautiful” Your words are broken up by a bitten off moan. “Taking care of both of us like this. Fuck, you’re amazing sweetheart.” praise continues to tumble out of you, and he redoubles his efforts, hand on himself stilling until the sweet sound of your climax meets his ears. He’s not far behind you after that. You pet his hair for a few moments longer before uncapping a shampoo bottle, tilting his head back into the spray of water.

Dick is pliant and nearly sleepy as you clean him, only pulling him off his knees once you’ve finished with his hair. Back on his feet he has the wherewithal to reciprocate, running soapy hands along your body. He has no particular goal behind the way his hands glide over your skin, only relishing in the intimate contact. That’s all you do until the water starts to cool, just quietly tracing scars, and the lines of each other’s bodies. You hand him a towel as you step out, it’s fluffy and blue. Neither of you gets dressed before slipping into the clean covers. You’re in his space the moment you lay down next to him, tugging his arm until he wraps it around you. You rub his back, kissing him whenever he leans in. He feels encompassed by the feelings you’ve gifted to him. For the first time in a while, he lets himself fall asleep in someone’s arms, feeling protected and truly wanted.

The morning comes together for him in pieces. The sun warming his bare skin, the sheets slung loosely over his hips, the sound of happy humming and the soundtrack it follows, and the smell of breakfast sneaking around the corner. He stretches as he sits up, not nearly as sore as he’d anticipated before he’d moved. He glances in the mirror and can’t help the flush sitting high on his cheeks as he sees the marks littering his whole body. He runs his fingers across them, smiling to himself.

You’re finishing the quick breakfast you’d decided to put together when you hear soft footsteps padding towards you. Turning around in time for Dick to place his arms on the counter beside you, leaning into your space. He’s only wearing bright pink sweats you’d left for him, and a shit eating grin.

“Good morning” He greets with a kiss, voice rough from sleep. You seem almost surprised, and he raises an eyebrow “What?”

“Given, well” you wave your hand vaguely “Before. I wasn’t expecting you to be so affectionate.” You grab one of his hands, massaging his rough and work hardened hand in yours. “I like it”

“Yeah? That’s good. I’d like to keep being this way. For as long as you’ll let me.” He leans in , kissing you again, tugging a hand free to turn off the stove and cup your face in his hands. You kiss his palm, laying your hand over his.

“You can be this way as long as you’re only flying with me sweetheart.” You give him a cute little smile and his heart melts for you. The way the clever turn of your caution has yielded to a hesitant trust.

“Course. That’s how I always am anyhow.” He confirms quickly, tugging you closer by your waist, enjoying the feeling of your arms wrapping around him in return. There’s a giddy, restless feeling that sits between the beats of his heart. He knows you both need to discuss your dynamic before doing anything again. For now though, all he needs is to just be here with you, exactly as he is.

[endless-petals]

hello, thank you for the opportunity! I would Love to See some more of astarion x Male(elf/rogue)reader :). Maybe some Angst/fluff Szenario?^^ tysm!

Licking Your Wounds

Universe: Baldur's Gate 3

Pairing: Astarion x Male Elf Rogue Reader

Warnings: wounded reader, healing, light angst, etc.

Word Count: 600

A/N: Thanks for the request! It's brief but I'm slowly getting back into writing and this helped a lot. I hope you enjoy it :)

"He'll be alright, Astarion." Shadowheart hisses in a hushed breath. Blue tendrils of magic spill against the gash across your chest, knitting the flesh together again.

"Just do your magic and leave us!" You barely register the voice but you recognize it instantly. The world may be hazy but he never will be. Not to you.

"You can't rush these things." Slowly, you feel the small hand spread across your torso, emanating a buzzing sensation beneath each finger tip. It's an anchor to the world of the living, a reminder that this battle hasn't been lost. "Not if you want him back on his feet."

There's a fleeting moment in which cool fingers mingle with your own, solemn yet gentle before nothingness consumes you once more.

......

Night has long since fallen when you wake, the singular candle in the tent guttered as you slept. Sore muscles burn as you amble into a sitting position, dark vision supplying you a clear view inside of close quarters. A pair of clean trousers and a fresh tunic are laid beside your bedroll.

You smirk, knowing it was Astarion who'd gone to such matters; after all, he was a man who paid close attention to details. Not unlike yourself. A source of pride that was often helpful on such a difficult journey. Not to mention helping you snag an extra treacle tart and a few extra coins to add to the coffer.

Stars freckle the night sky when you emerge from a tattered tent, the torches of the city glowing in the distance. You practically smell the sea salt and the fresh baked biscuits you'd steal from merchants in The Wide.

Yet, everyone is bristling at the prospect of returning. Especially a certain vampire who is suspiciously absent from his tent. You stalk past Halsin and Karlach, seeking the tallest point of the ruined battlements. A singular torch glows at the top of the ladder, confirming your suspicions.

The wooden slats creak beneath your weight. Climbing is more strenuous an activity than you'd expect as your chest still aches. Arriving at the top, you find Astarion reclining against a crumbling wall, monocle to his eye. At the tips of lithe fingers are a needle and torn tunic.

Your tunic.

A glass of wine is settled at his side, your appearance doing little to steal him from the distraction at hand. You smirk, crawling to his side, shoulders barely touching.

"I have more of those." Your arms curl around bent knees, holding them tight. His lips twitch tightly when you nudge him playfully.

"You like this one." He responds stiffly, before setting the blood stained garment aside.

"I like you." You nuzzle into his neck before he slides away, hugging his own knees. "What's wrong, Star?"

"How are you taking this so lightly?" He practically hisses as a burgundy gaze falls on the distant Baldur's Gate. You practically hear his worries about Cazador and The Absolute. But none are as prominent as his biggest fear.

Losing you.

And today was a close call.

Astarion bristles as your hand falls upon his back but melts into the touch. You rub circles into tense muscles, trying to relieve his worries. At least somewhat.

"Because it's easier to laugh than cry." The words are saccharine and silly though truth still lurks there. "I'm still here. And you will be too."

He wants to argue; you can feel the urge. Instead, you pull him to your side and press a kiss amongst a field of snowy curls. For a moment, like this, you feel safe.

[icewindandboringhorror]

sometimes looking at like Self Help Strategies lists for the symptoms I'm having is always just like:

thing that I already do

thing I have tried 10 times

thing I already do

thing that I don't have the money to do

thing I already do

thing I've been doing since I was 10yrs old to no avail

thing that is impossible given my situation

thing that doesn't apply to me

thing that I already do

thing I have already tried

hrmm, oh wait, maybe finally- OH, yeah.. okay. thing that I already do but it was just phrased slightly differently

thing I have already done

[dittolicous]

my writing sin is that i want to insert funny background events into every scene because my brain interprets imagined visuals into words, so written scenes end up cluttered or hanging too long on pointless/inconsequential interactions that would have been an out-of-focus background event while the main plot happens in the foreground had it been in a visual format

imagination of an artist, but only the ability to write to get them out v_v

[is-that-plural]

hell yeah you drown r/systemscringe put that shit under da sea

i know you're not letting the negativity get to you but just a reminder that it doesn't matter what the haters think youre not harming anyone (:

-💗

[ not a rating ]

anything actually negative against us will be put under the sea <3

more systems/people in general should use the tumblr water filter its fun <3

[sweet-star-cookie]

if you were to drop cassie + the zodiacs into a human/modern AU (an AU where all the zodiacs and constellations were humanized and there is no magic in the universe), what jobs do you think they would do? what would their new human names be? would their dynamics change as a result of the lack of magic and the trauma that comes along with it? and what do you think flicker's normal animal equivalent would be?

(definitely not related to a christmas special i'm cooking up nooope no frenzied AU writing here)

Oooooooh? 👀 Whatever you've got cooking, I'm very excited :D You know it's funny, now that I think about it I've done a lot more speculating about humanization/AU stuff for this set of characters than even I remembered initially, haha! The upside is that means I actually have some stuff to give you :D Of course I don't consider any of this to be "canon" even in an AU sense, as the ideas here are pretty spur-of-the-moment overall and I would need to develop them more if I were to ever make an actual AU story myself. Some of these I've never thought about prior to now, so it is by no means complete in terms of info, but I hope it helps!

With that in mind, don't feel restricted by what I give you here, if you come up with something different for these characters that you want to write about, go for it! Feel free to play around and have fun ^_^ Alright, on to the (very long) answers!

I'll start with the Flicker question, since that'll have the shortest answer comparatively! When figuring out their size in the main story I have compared them to a small kitten before. Considering they can fit in the palm of Cassie's hand most of the time too, something in the rodent family might be more suitable here. Given their stubby limbs, small paws/feet and round body, a hamster comes to mind for me (though I'm biased because I grew up with pet hamsters, haha).

As for Cassie and the zodiac, it would depend on what setting/context this takes place in to determine how they meet and interact with each other, and what dynamics they'd make or keep from their original counterparts, including what part of the world they/their theoretical ancestors are from. Are they all somehow in Cassie's town, or are they all somewhere else? How Cassie would meet them would obviously be very different too, and depending on their occupations she'd be less likely to meet some than others, but of course you can find ways to bring them together anyway.

Since there are nearly infinite options to answer the question of setting, I'll instead give you some general ideas for their possible occupations and such and you can go from there! Some of the "jobs" the adult zodiacs have on the Astral Plane do translate pretty easily to regular Earth occupations, but again you don't have to stick to those if you don't want to. Same with the names, I only have some that came to mind or that I've had previously so feel free to make some up for yourself!

------ ARIES

Possible Occupation: I could see him as a gym trainer or something, the kind that may yell a lot but that actually works for people who are motivated by that kind of intensity, and he genuinely cares about the health/strength goals of the patrons with great passion as well. Perhaps he's still underestimated for his size/height but is able to prove himself with his strength anyway, and thus everyone at the gym respects him. What's funny is Aries actually used to be half-human in canon! Here's the old concept art from around 2016, if that helps at all:

The only reason I eventually changed him was to balance out the cast a bit more variety wise, as Leo was the only anthropomorphic animal zodiac character at the time. This is the same reason I changed Capricorn to be anthropomorphic as well, though in his case I felt it also strengthened his concept as the "sea goat" a lot more easily that way.

Possible Name: For some reason any variant of Aaron comes to mind, I'm assuming because it matches with the "ar" syllable in Aries (though that may also be me thinking about Aran Ryan, the stereotypical unhinged/angry Irishman character from Punch-Out lol)

Relationship with Zodiac Companion: (If you're including them too) I'd imagine that Perseus would be a rather anxious member at the gym that takes a lot of effort to motivate properly, but Aries sees potential in him and sees it through anyway. Either that or he simply wants to help out with other things around the gym to build up his confidence more. He's young, so maybe it's his very first job or something, and a challenge for Aries to learn how to train someone who doesn't match his own demeanour very much at all.

------ TAURUS

Possible Occupation: I can see her as some kind of animal rescue operator or a park ranger that's focused on areas with protected species. A zookeeper could work well too, she'd definitely be one that would be excited and energetic when giving tours and facts about the animals because she loves them so much.

Possible Name: One that I have in my old "what if" notes is Tori Dellman (I don't remember why lol)

Relationship with Zodiac Companion: Wherever Orion would be in his original character arc could determine their relationship here, like maybe he's still a hunter/poacher that Taurus has to deal with but eventually befriends, or he is a fellow park ranger/animal rescuer/zookeeper.

Coincidentally, at the time of writing this I am finishing up Part 2 of Orion's updated reference sheet that shows his human form prior to his deer transformation, so stay tuned for that soon :D

------ GEMINI & LEO (Putting these two together since they're the children of the zodiac cast and thus wouldn't have set jobs/aspirations like the adults do)

Possible Names: The Gemini twins could theoretically keep their original names (Solana and Luna) but there are a bunch of other names that mean sun/moon that you could use if you want to keep that duality theme but in a subtler way.

Same with Leo, there are a bunch of names that mean "lion" that you could use (though that already includes Leo itself, of course).

Relationship with Zodiac Companions: I feel like this would also be determined by what dynamic they have with their guardians/parental figures (Sagittarius and Cancer) and if they're adopted as their children or not. This would extend to their companions as well, as I consider Leo Minor to be Leo's little brother in canon and that could be the same here. Auriga could be an older sister to the Gemini twins in turn, though I could also see her as a camp counsellor or some other kind of teenage volunteer on a school trip or something.

------ CANCER

Possible Occupation: Her giant claw cannons that can shoot water and her strong build make me think she could work well as a fire fighter, the kind that isn't weighed down by her gear very much and doesn't mind leaping into danger multiple times if necessary, still keeping that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ kind of attitude when it comes to her own safety.

Possible Name: The only name I have for her in my notes is Maura Kinloch, though this was a relic from a very, very old lore draft where it's implied that her incarnation of her constellation has been around for literal centuries, further implying that she was the only one of the armour clad characters on the Astral Plane who actually lived as a knight during the medieval times on Earth (make of that what you will lmao)

Relationship with Zodiac Companion: This would again depend on how you interpret Hydra/Hydrus and their relationship with her, though you don't necessarily have to humanize every single one of the animal characters either. Considering their constellations are defined as "the water snakes" you could also have them be her pets, either as snakes or some other kind of reptile/amphibian.

------ VIRGO

Possible Occupation: Considering her Lady Justice themeing in canon, she could have a similar job in a courtroom, though which one she has is up to you. A judge or attorney might be most fitting, but she could also be an investigator or detective as well.

Possible Name: Not sure, sorry ^^' Whenever I need to think of AU names I usually either pick a name that has a meaning adjacent to their original concept, or one that phonetically sounds similar/has some of the same syllables as their canon name to tie them together.

Relationship with Zodiac Companion: Given Corvus's status as a former thief/delinquent in canon, you could use that in the AU and whatever job Virgo has could determine what relationship they have. Perhaps Corvus is a part of a case she's working on as a suspect and she needs to prove his guilt/innocence, or he's the classic "help us out now and we'll reduce your sentence" kind of thing, perhaps acting as a sort of double agent.

------ LIBRA

Possible Occupation: I picture her keeping her job as a librarian/archivist, though how high up the "ladder" she is in terms of that occupation is up to you, and whether or not museum experience is included is a possibility as well. If you want to connect her AU part to Virgo's to match canon, she could also be either a fellow attorney/judge, or the stenographer (the person who transcribes what is said in a courtroom). They could always just be friends outside of their respective jobs too, though.

Possible Name: Elise, from my old notes. Not sure if I picked this one because they both have L in their spellings but I like it. :)

Relationship with Zodiac Companion: Lupus would still be some kind of assistant to Libra I think, regardless of what occupation either of them has. Similar to Scutum (see below!) I actually have a drawing of him as a human, though it's not finished yet:

I had fun with this one :D Though he appears a lot younger as a wolf, he's actually a young adult in terms of age. ------ SCORPIO

Possible Occupation: This is one I actually have a slightly more fleshed out AU idea for, believe it or not! I pictured Scorpio as some kind of secret agent/spy or maybe even a trained assassin or bounty hunter depending on whether he actually has a body count in this AU or not. Perhaps he's caught up in a conspiracy or plot where he realizes he's on the wrong side of it all with what he has been assigned, and has to pivot to save the victim(s) despite the extreme danger in doing so.

If you want a more "pedestrian" angle for the AU though, he could just be the type of guy who tries his best to get by with whoever will hire him, but somehow keeps finding trouble or having trouble find him. Maybe he was categorized as a delinquent in his youth because of his suspiciously adept knife skills, rightfully or otherwise, leading to his characteristic brooding pessimism even after he became a young adult.

If Virgo/Libra are still tied to the justice system in this hypothetical, I think it would be funny if Scorpio was truthfully just a regular guy, but one that constantly gets roped into ridiculous situations through no fault of his own. So once they get him on the stand and they look at him like "...again?" he's just like "for the love of god it's not me this time-"

Apparently I cannot give him a break even in an AU, sorry bud xD

Possible Name: To match his occupation, it's likely that his real name is unknown/redacted and he uses Agent Scorpio/Scorpius as a code name or alias instead. Not sure what his name would be in an otherwise normal situation though, maybe he has to keep changing it to avoid whatever trouble keeps finding him.

Relationship with Zodiac Companion: In sharp contrast to Scorpio, Scutum is a paramedic with a big heart and chipper attitude, the kind that may not follow the rules all the time but is always riding off on his Moped with his medical bag to save a life somewhere. If he arrives on the scene on time, he has a tendency to put himself between a victim and the assailant's weapon to protect them, earning him his nickname. I've actually drawn this version of him too :D

(this is still one of my favourite designs to date, heehee :'D )

Despite their opposing occupations, he and Scorpio end up working together a lot more than either of them expected. As a paramedic, Scutum has the MO of "everyone deserves rescuing", including trained assassins in this case! To him it doesn't matter who they are, a patient is a patient. ------ SAGITTARIUS

Possible Occupation: For some reason I picture him as an outdoorsman, like a hiker or survivalist or something. I think it would be funny if, even when fully human in this AU, he is still mistaken for a bear in the woods from a distance because of his hair and stocky build. Whether he practices archery as a job or simply a hobby is another thing as well, as that could factor into his survival skills or perhaps he competes in tournaments with it.

Possible Name: I have Argus or Darius as a first name here, and considering the Scottish inspiration for his canon design you could give him a Scottish surname as well if you like.

Relationship with Zodiac Companion: If you want to keep Centaurus's insatiable desire to explore, you could have him be a companion on Sagittarius's hikes or a survivalist-in-training. He might want to partake in some spelunking as well if the area in question has caves. Even in canon Centaurus's name is often shortened to Rus, so you could use that here as a short form of Russell.

------ CAPRICORN

Possible Occupation: I think he'd be a well-to-do patron of the arts, likely still an owner or an otherwise staunch financial supporter of a theatre, big or small. Whether he is/was an actor or is simply a performing arts enthusiast is up to you, but I think his refined taste and penchant for the extravagant would still shine through in his demeanour, clothing and possessions. Whether he and Aries are still brothers here is up to you too, though the contrast in their occupations might make for an amusing dynamic, as Capricorn in this AU likely wouldn't lay a finger on a weight even if his life depended on it.

Possible Name: Quentin Armanis, Noctus Finch, or Atticus Strombold (I'm really good at coming up with fancy names I guess lmao)

Relationship with Zodiac Companion: I think Pegasus and her siblings would still be in the performing arts here, though depending on the setting, how they and Capricorn meet might be different. Perhaps Capricorn has a more hidden altruistic side where he supports young and/or indie theatre efforts in addition to the larger ones, but all on the down-low for the sake of whatever reputation he's trying to keep.

------ AQUARIUS

Possible Occupation: I can see her keeping her fashion designer/hair stylist angle here, but how "high profile" she is in this regard could vary in the AU depending on her goals/passions. Regardless of whether her and Pisces are still married in this AU, I could see Pisces becoming at least a muse for Aquarius's designs if nothing else.

Possible Name: Odessa, or some other fancy name that a fashion designer would have.

Relationship with Zodiac Companion: Similar to their initial rivalry in canon, Aquila could be a rival of hers in the fashion world as well, perhaps even "fighting" with similar clothing styles and motifs to see who can do it better. Whether they patch things up or continue the drama would remain to be seen!

------ PISCES

Possible Occupation: For some reason I see her going in a lot of potential directions. She could work at a spa, an aquarium, or maybe she'd be a swimming instructor/competitive swimmer, all options to keep her water/fish theme. Whether or not her and Aquarius are married in this AU may alter one or both of their occupations as well.

Possible Name: Cherise, perhaps to match her predominantly pink/red colours in canon and cheerful personality. Depending on her occupation, I can see others calling her "Miss Cherry" as a nickname (the word cherry derives from cherise, and cerise is French for cherry).

Relationship with Zodiac Companion: This also depends on how you'd approach Austri in this AU, as even if she's still a circus performer like she is/was in canon, how she and Pisces meet would likely be very different regardless. They don't necessarily have to be connected outside of meeting each other at some point though. I could see Pisces simply knowing Austri for being a performer at the aforementioned circus or even as a mute comedian that specializes in physical comedy instead of verbal. Considering Austri's canon connections to Capricorn as well, perhaps they know each other through association that way.

------ OPHIUCHUS

(Including him too because he's sort of the 13th zodiac and it would feel wrong to exclude him considering how important he is to canon lol) Possible Occupation: Considering he's a healer in canon, I'd imagine him being in the medical field would be appropriate, especially since the caduceus (a symbol associated with Ophiuchus and traditionally represents healing) is still used as a medical symbol today. Depending on what you wish to do with Scorpio/Scutum's part of the AU, you could have them be connected (for better or worse!)

Possible Name: No idea, sorry ^^' It could be similarly long/complicated as his constellation name, and maybe has a degree of unintentional intimidation to it. For me at least, the name Ophiuchus always felt very grandiose even if my character with that name is of a more humble nature comparatively, so you could play around with that depending on what angle you wish to take with his character's personality/goals in this AU. Is he still considered an antagonist here, or something else entirely?

Relationship with Zodiac Companion: A similar situation to Cancer where you don't necessarily have to humanize Serpens and Cetus and could make them pet snakes, though having them be Ophiuchus's assistants at his medical practice could also work well too, since that's basically what they do in canon (and the caduceus imagery often includes two snakes already).

[bunnihearted]

i've also realized that there is no therapy that can fix what's broken inside of me

[sailforvalinor]

…well, turns out changing to a Jo pfp is fitting in more ways than one.

[physticuffs]

me: *has an Emotion* guess it's time to watch The Half of It again!