#it's the fastest way for him to learn how to have a conversation

[womanofwords]

Everybody's Favourite (Part 1)

Everything turned upside-down when the principal pulled you out of class when you were seven years old. You'd been colouring nicely when she came in.

"Y/N, I'd like to talk to you," she said. "Could you come with me?"

"Have I done something wrong?" you asked.

"No, dear. Just get your stuff."

You collected your things and went with her, where a police officer was waiting. "Here's Y/N, officer," she said to him. That was when you learned, in a haze of horror, that your dear mother had died while you were colouring in class without a care in the world. Car accident.

"Not to worry, she made arrangements as to who would look after you in the event of this happening," the police officer said. "Your biological father . . . Bruce Wayne."

So off you went to your new home, away from your friends and old neighbourhood and everything you'd ever known, and towards the figure known as Bruce Wayne.

The first thing you noticed about your father was that he was, obviously, very rich. All his cars were the fancy ones you used to stare at with your mom when you would walk together.

When you arrived, you had all sorts of questions for your father. "How did you meet my mother? Why didn't you talk to me before this? Did you like spending time with her?"

"I'm rather busy, Y/N. I'll show you to your room," Bruce said, escorting you to a guest bedroom. "We can decorate it later."

Later never came.

After a few weeks, you met his other kids, Dick, Jason, Tim, Barbara, Cass, and Stephanie. They all looked so cool, like teenagers from a movie. But they always had to 'do stuff'.

"What kind of stuff?" you asked.

"They're a part of scholarships for gifted students," Bruce said, before any of them could say anything. "I happen to be privately tutoring them."

"Oh. So you spend time with them because they're talented?"

"You could put it that way."

That revelation lit a fire underneath you. If your father wanted talented kids, then you would have to be a talented kid.

In everything you could get your hands on.

You became a polyglot, devouring different languages like nobody's business. You took part in gymnastics, just like Dick, and also track. You got straight As in everything, forcing yourself to study night after night. You read the same classic books Jason loved so you could (hopefully) have something to bond with him over. You took some coding classes so you had something to talk about with Tim.

Alfred became a consistent source of comfort, bringing you food and making sure that you didn't over work yourself. He came to every event you had, loyally videotaping it for future viewing.

Nobody cared to look at the tapes. Nobody watched you collect your awards for fastest times, or graduate early as valedictorian. Nobody listened to your headmaster sing your praises as he listed your various scholastic accomplishments.

Damian was the worst. The moment he met you, it was clear that he would hate you until he died. He looked at you with such disgust, such contempt for your existence. Once, he cornered you with a katana that he held so close to your neck that you were cut. Another time, he sicced Titus onto you, leading to a nasty bite mark on your arms when you put them up to defend yourself.

"Titus mauling you would have been an improvement to the Wayne bloodline," he sneered, as you bawled your eyes out. "When are you going to get it through your simple-minded skull that we don't care what happens to you? It's annoying to hear you chatter to us and make conversation about being head of your class and breaking sports records. We all scoff about it when we're on patrol."

Your throat went dry. "Patrol?"

"Of course. Father, Dick, Jason, Stephanie, and myself all have our own alter egos. I am by my father's side cleaning the streets of scumbags as Batman and Robin while you are trying to be top of your stupid little class." He punched you in the stomach, hard. "Honestly, it's a relief to get away from you and your nauseating neediness."

Alfred came to console you after the fact, but he wouldn't hear a word against Damian for hurting you, or Bruce for letting it happen. "Master Damian has had a . . . difficult life, Y/N," he said. "And Bruce's childhood was by no means easy."

You gave up on your family after that. Nobody really wanted you, and Damian actively hated you.

You were nobody's favourite.

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[lilacgaby]

title: entranced.

pairing: katsuki x fem! reader.

through all stages of his life, katsuki was entranced with you.

katsuki was destined for greatness. everyone told him so, it was engrained in his mind from the moment his quirk manifested.

as a kid, he was top of the hill always, king of his crew, every game they'd play would leave him the champion. he was the fastest, the strongest, the coolest.

his ego fluctuated with every new person he'd meet, how he felt none could match up to the god-given power of his, until his last year of junior high you joined his class.

you, who hung around deku, not minding that he was quirkless.

you, who he found so entralling.

you didn't really socialize to the other classmates, so he didn't know what your quirk was..

at least not until the teacher announced you and deku were applying for U-A beside him. he scoffed, "you two? heroes? don't make me laugh, maybe you'll be lucky enough to be assistants at my agency, and that's a huge if, quirkless idiots."

"i'm not quirkless, and midoriya isn't an idiot. so take your foot out of your ass and learn to respect people." you grabbed midoriya's hand and guided him out.

that was the first time you ever spoke to him and he didn't have a rebuttal.

he glared as you two walked out the hallways together, his pack of goons followed him as he walked down the alleyway. they ran away when he got captured by the villain.. but you. you and deku ran against the crowd to go save him. despite how he insulted the two of you.

that was the first time he'd seen your quirk. behind deku who was aimlessly scrapping the gooey flesh of the villain attempting to take him over, you had taken to making magma rock, that turned to lava upon contact, and burned the flesh of the villain. this caused the villain to create an opening, that allowed allmight to save him.

he didn't talk to you after that, he didn't have the chance. the most you'd given him after that was a nod.

he saw you everywhere and in everything now. in the orange flowers, in the dandelions, in the way the clouds shaped.

he wasn't looking for you in the entrance exam, no way. but when he saw the familiar silhouette of your body next to deku's, he felt his heart race. you looked amazing, your body a bit more toned now, he assumed youve been training alongside deku all this time.

he wasn't looking at you.. but, he saw the look on your face as you pouted, mouthing to deku the session you were placed in. he was in the same one.

he wasn't looking for you or anything, but when he spotted the aftermaths of your quirk, referring to the massive amoungs of molten iron from the pointed robots, he sped up.

the sight of you in action sent cupid's arrow through his heart.

you, now covered in the magma rock yourself, with your hair being the main source of the lava pooling around the exam center. the robots turning to nothing as you blast each shot with pinpoint accuracy, the small sighs you'd occasionally let out birthing fire from your mouth.

there was now a range of symbols, red and apparent, marking your body. from your face to your arms and even your legs. he was in utter awe of the chaos, yet elegance of your quirk.

you were breathtakingly horrifying.

as soon as time was up, he'd gotten the top score of course. but it wasn't by a landslide as he'd hoped, because you were only 0.5 points away.

he'd hoped to see you again. and he did, in class 1-a, you'd taken a spot next to deku again, and a girl with pink cheeks. he tsked as he put his feet on his desk, prompting a guy with engines on his legs to reprimand him.

he was deeply moved whether you used your quirk, whether it was in the quirk physicals, team battles, or mock missions.

he didn't know how or why, but he'd managed to become friends with you. along with the rest of his group, or the people that followed him around and forcibly made him their friend, you'd hang around.

his conversations with you were usually short, he didn't know how to talk to you. you made him feel weird, a feeling he never really understood.

not until their first encounter with villains that is.

the second they were teleported, he was on a mission to look for you. kirishima walking behind him as he tried to find you and make sure you were okay.

but when he saw you cornered by a group? he went rabid, sending shot after shot onto them until they were unconscious. he helped you stand up. "you okay?" he held your hands in his.

"i.. im fine bakugo. thank you."

he felt his face flush, he was lucky his hands were covered by his outfit, because he was sweating inhumanely. you finally let go of his hands, making him sigh before you suggested, "let's go regroup with the others, k?"

he nodded, and joined back in the fight.

he got more comfortable with you after that, holding your hand seemed to be casual for you two now. he sat beside you at lunch, his hand on your thigh as you two ate. you trained together, studied together, hung out in his room together.

napped together once, his heart leaping out of his chest when he realized it wasn't a vivid dream, and that you really were next to him.

when he was kidnapped you were apart of the group who saved him, giving all for one a nasty burn on his bald head.

after that, he realized how you were on his mind constantly.

he wondered if you ate, if you slept, if you studied, how you scored.

when you were training at the agencies if you'd be safe, he knew you were capable, but because of the destructive quality of your quirk you couldn't use it often.

he'd confess his nightmares to you on late night calls. how the phantom pain of being suffocated would sometimes come back to him, how he hated being approached from behind.

and he'd go to bed, his heart racing when you confessed yours. "honestly.. my biggest nightmares are about losing you."

you were even on his mind when he died. alongside all-might and deku, stood you. he wanted your validation, he wanted to be a hero to you, that's what he thought about in his last moments.

when he was revived, he saw you in the hospital. you were alive. except for the severe burns on your arms from your body's over exertion, the only other wound was in your stomach.

his heart ached as he saw you. there was a gash in your stomach.

after weeks of rehabilitation, he couldn't take it anymore.

he bowed his head to you, confessing his feelings that had been boiling over for years. your arms were still bandaged and one of his was still in a cast. you grabbed his face, pulling him up to yours before planting a gentle kiss on his lips. you kept him there after, looking into his red eyes.

"i've liked you too for a while, bakugo."

"katsuki."

"...katsuki."

you started dating. he worked to strengthen his hand, as you worked to up your bodies tolerance for your quirk. throughout the years you'd grown even closer. he got you a gorgeous promise ring, scratching the back of his head as he said, "it's just a placeholder for the next one. so, sorry if it's--" you cut him off with a hug and a kiss.

you graduated alongside eachother, where he gave another speech and you had to try your hardest not to burst out laughing at the memory of his first one.

you both worked hard, becoming pro heroes, and surprisingly

becoming popular because you two were dating.

you'd constantly be caught out together. photos of katsuki's smiles as you smear frosting on his nose, you two laying down on a picnic blanket and staring into each others eyes, you two walking around the streets.

sometimes you'd catch him watching your fights. could you blame him? he thought you were gorgeous, always. but especially when you were fighting. the look on your face, your actions, your confidence,

it'd send him spiraling.

you attended gala's together, him at your side. you've received thousands of modeling contracts, but you only accept ones that'd let you pose with katsuki.

you still made him nervous after all this time, so he'd audibly gulp whenever you circled him, striking poses so he'd laugh.

you became the nation's couple, which shocked the two of you to no avail.

he proposed to you on your 5th anniversary. true to his word, the ring was extravagant, it glimmered from all angles. he explained, looking into your eyes as he held your hand, "i could never find anything as gorgeous as you, but i hope it comes close."

your wedding was huge. you actually had two, one for close friends and family, where his mother took the reign to plan everything since you two were so busy.

and a huge public one, media and journalists allowed to see the million dollar wedding you two had to celebrate your years together, and katsuki's undying infatuation with you.

he was wrong though, because he did find something as gorgeous as you.

your beautiful baby girl that you welcomed to the world.

[ild-rllrcstr]

The Second Seat part 2

Lando Norris X You (female driver) / slight angst / 2.4K

part 1 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5

Summary You worked your way up to Formula One, contracted with McLaren, defying all odds. You play the team game: humble, strategic, and willing to follow orders, even if it means sacrificing podiums so Lando Norris can be the world champion. Every lap you sacrifice, every time you hold back, the world starts to doubt your talent. Lando sees it all. So he makes a choice: to give you the race, the recognition you deserve, and maybe his heart. You came for the drive, but you stayed for something more.

Warnings swearing A/N I'm trying to write something each day, and here comes the second part! Might still have one or two more parts of this coming, but let me know who I should write next! Although I speak French and English neither of them are my native languages so bear with me if there are mistakes (don’t hesitate to let me know also!)

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The atmosphere of the club was at its peak, but Lando was strangely not his usual party self. Something’s really bothering him. And Carlos noticed. He noticed how Lando took a long amount of time to show up, and he’s not that into the party even though he won Monaco and set the fastest record, again. 

“I thought by this time you’d be on the table dancing in your underwear by now. Monaco win? Fastest lap? Come on, champion.” Carlos stumbled down onto the couch next to Lando. 

“Yeah. Big night.”Lando’s pulled a weirdly fake smile staring blankly at whatever Charles and Pierre are doing, some French songs, clearly having trouble concentrating.

“So? What's going on? You’ve been weird the whole night. You ghosted us until midnight.”

Lando looked at Carlos, wondering if he should talk to about this, but he is not the best at hiding his emotions and thoughts. 

“It’s… Y/N, she seems to be having a hard time because of the race.” Carlos nodded, getting what Lando was talking about. 

“From P5 to P9 hurts, we’ve all been there, we know how it feels.” Lewis said firmly with compassion on one side, sipping his drink. 

“Please. As if she was gonna take Isack. She looked like she might, we’re in Monaco, we all know, and consider the rookie she is, she just had to blocked all our way like a rental kart session, it’s freaking stupid…” Lance, being a bit drunk, complained on the side as soon as he heard your name. Still mad about being blocked earlier in the race.

“Watch it, Stroll,” Lando shot a deadly glance at Lance. 

The slight raised in voice caught the attention of the others. Charles’ eyebrows wentup. Pierre paused mid-sip. Even Isack widen his eyes.

“I’m just saying what we’re all thinking. She was in P5. You think she suddenly forgot how to drive? No need to see the front to know that you’re boxing. It was for you to box clean, and she followed it like a good little number two.”

“Come again?” Lando’s now standing up, fuming. Carlos quickly stood up between the two.

“Number. Two. It’s the eighth Grand Prix now, isn’t it obvious enough? They’re making her your shadow, and you know it.” Lance smirked. “I don’t know why you’re this mad, it’s for your benefit, and she seems to be happy enough to just be sitting in a seat with us, no?” Lance was absolutely drunk out of his mind. 

Fernando quickly stood behind Lance, trying to stop the conversation, it was going too far. 

Lando was leaning forward, Carlos quickly held him back just in time, whispering in his ear, “Lando, too many people around, not a good moment.”

“Come on guys, sure it was shit call, but we all know strategy is strategy. It is like this in this competition, we’re not new to this. That’s respectful for Y/N’s teamwork, I got no beef. Perhaps we should be the ones learning a thing or two.” Alex stepped in between, helping Fernando to hold the drunk Canadian back. 

Lance was quickly retired to another corner with Fernando and Alex to make sure he doesn’t get involved in this anymore, seeing how drunk he was. Carlos and Charles are sandwiching Lando, making sure he calms down. 

Lando said nothing. But his fists clenched, jaw tightened, and the way he was staring into his untouched drink says everything.

“You know what, tomorrow, my yacht, we’re going on a ride, just to chill it out, it might help her. It’s her first time in Monaco, can’t have her leave my home town on a bad note.” Charles picked up his phone right away. 

“Allô, ça va merci, est-ce que c’est possible préparer mon yacht pour cet aprèm?”

(Hello, I’m well thank you. Is it possible to prepare my yacht for this afternoon?)

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The next day, you woke up with your head slightly spinning from all the crying you did last night. You probably cried yourself to sleep. 

‘16h à la porte, on attendera jusqu'à t’es là.’ - Charles

(16h at the port. We’ll wait until you show up.)

You looked at the time, it was already 13h, you dragged yourself to the shower, trying to reduce your puffy eyes and the weight behind them. You ended up ordering room service for some ice to help, along with some light food.

After a moment of hesitation, you pulled on a white maxi dress that hugged your shape softly, flowing like peace. One of the outfits you packed in the hope that Monaco would feel like a vacation, which was almost forgotten because of the race. You texted Charles apologising that you’ll be late for a bit.

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“En fin! Elle est là!” 

(Finally! Sh’e here!) 

Charles and Alexandra warmly greeted you.

“Merci pour m'inviter.”

(Thank you for inviting me.)

You smiled softly.

Even Leo wagged his tail like he knew you needed softness today.

“Mon chouchou!”

(My darling!)

You knelt to greet Leo with a little smile. You’ve built your little friendship with the little guy quickly throughout the races. The wind carried your perfume, your hair fluttering elegantly. 

Lando did not understand French, but hearing Charles’ loud voice, he came out of the cabin. You were kneeling down, playing with Leo and didn’t really notice him. Once you stood back up, Lando got a full sight of you.

For once, you are not in your fireproof suit, not with a helmet and tired eyes, not in the simulation, not with data sheets, but in something flowing and softly white, but still with a soft smile you were clearly forcing to wear, which made him pause.

He had one hand in his trouser pockets, another one holding on to his drink tightly.

“Wow, am I in the inner circle already?” You energetically smiled and joked when you entered the cabin, seeing only a couple of the drivers were on the yacht. 

Good actress. Lando looked at you on the side, somehow seeing through you, not understanding why you are like this. 

Lando almost caught you red-eyed last night, and you really don’t need more people on your tail.

The others chuckled. “You speak French, that’s already a fast lane ticket to this circle.” Pierre joked back. 

You were surrounded by your new friends, everyone was on the dock enjoying the sun. Carlos and Rebecca were laughing over a Uno game going on with Lando. Lewis was lounging quietly, sunglasses on, but you felt his gaze check on you once or twice. Pierre had his arm draped lazily over Francisca’s shoulders, the two whispering between bites of fruit. It was all easy, golden, safe.

“Don’t let the media get to you,” Lewis said gently, handing you a drink. “You did what was asked. That’s more than a lot of people would do.”

Charles approached and continued, “If it were reversed, if Lando were told to hold up traffic for you and he did, people would be calling it ‘brilliant teamwork.’ But when you do it, it’s ‘lack of pace.’ Fuck that.”

You smiled, small and tight. “It’s fine. Really.”

“Non,” Charles said firmly. “C’est grave,” (It’s serious.)

“They used you. And you took it.”

“It’s just part of the job,” you replied, trying to make it sound light.

Lando was not sitting far, he was hearing the conversation with the Uno in his hands, losing count of the cards he was pulling for the +4 card. He dropped the cards and stood up. Too suddenly.

“Stop saying that,” he snapped.

Everyone fell silent.

“Why do you keep pretending it doesn’t matter?”

Your eyes flicked up to him, startled but calm.

“Because maybe it’s not yet the time for me to start acting like it matters. That’s not what McLaren needs from me right now. Like I always said, I’m doing what my team needs me to.”

His jaw flexed. “McLaren needs your silence, then? Your obedience? You think that’s loyalty? It’s survival. That’s not the same.”

Everyone was watching intensely, this was not what Charles organised this cruise for.

Lando took a step closer, voice lower but shaking.

“You had Hadjar. You had him. And they made you back down. Then you held off half the grid with dead tires like it was nothing.”

You stood, keeping your expression even.

“Maybe it is survival for me, being the only female in this competition. It was done for you, but what’s done is done. Enjoy your victory and we move on.”

“No,” he said, voice cracking.

“You move on. But to what? Another Grand Prix where you can’t show people what you basically sleep in the simulator and a swarm of data sheets for? You act like it never hurts. Like this doesn’t eat you alive. But I see it. I saw your face yesterday. And I fucking hate that you won’t let yourself say it out loud.”

You swallowed. The wind curled around you both. His chest was rising too fast. No one said a word.

Lando was right, but so were you.

“…It’s not your job to hate it for me,” you said, quieter now.

Lando’s reply came after a beat. “Yeah. But someone has to, and you are clearly not doing it.”

Lando left for the other side of the dock, Carlos followed. Charles and Alexandra came to make sure you’re okay. It took you everything to not break down in front of everyone. 

“Suis désolé pour ça, je voulais pas de mettre l’ambiance comme ça.”

(I’m sorry for this, I didn’t want to make the vibe like this.)

You sighed and softly apologized to Charles and Alexandra, feeling guilty.

“T'inquiète pas ma belle, c'est pas ta faute.” 

(Don’t worry, my pretty, it’s not your fault.)

 Alexandra gave you a tight hug.

“J'avoue qu'il aurait pu t'approcher sur ça plus gentiment, mais c’est parce que Il tient vraiment à toi, tu sais. Il était à deux doigts de se battre avec Lance hier. Je lui ai jamais vu comme ça.” 

(I admit he could’ve approached you about this more gently, but it’s because he really cares about you, you know. He was this close to going into a fight with Lance yesterday. I’ve never seen him like this.)

Charles leaned on the rail while Alexandra kept you in a cute side hug.

You looked at Charles with your eyebrows frowned. That’s when he told you what happened yesterday at the club. 

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The atmosphere was saved by dinner, although you and Lando sat on the opposite side of the table, the perfect corner to avoid each other. You sat between Alexandra and Lewis, both have been extra nice with you the whole afternoon, making sure you feel better, at least you looked like you felt better.

After dinner, on the ride back, you sat on the end of the yacht, watching the sunset. The hum of the motor and the wave were calming, along with the wind and the orange rays of sunset. It was so peaceful that you just let your mind empty.

You heard footsteps, but didn’t bother to turn around. The person sat next to you, mimicking your position. 

Lando. 

Both of you sat there for a long while without talking, just feeling how the wind blew through.

"Thank you for defending me yesterday at the club, Charles told me." You quietly said.

“Lance was drunk and stepping out of the line." He paused, "I’m sorry for lashing out like that earlier.” He quietly said, looking straight at the water.

“You’re not wrong. But if my little sacrifice can make it easy for everyone, I do think it’s worth it.”

Your words were frustrating him again, but he tried to calm himself down, since it did not end well the way he reacted earlier. 

“You don’t owe them comfort. You don’t owe me silence either. You are my teammate, but we’re supposed to push each other and not starve one to feed another, we’re McLaren we can have enough for both of us.” 

He wasn’t just angry anymore. He was hurting.

You turned to look at him, and there was something raw in his eyes, the kind of frustration that only comes from caring too much, like he’s begging you. 

“I don’t want to be the reason the team loses trust. If I break down, it’s not just me who suffers. It reflects on every woman trying to get into this sport. I believe the team has its plan, and I want to trust their decisions.”

 “So you’re just going to bleed for everyone in silence?” It was pure bitterness in Lando’s voice.

You smiled faintly. “If that’s what it takes.”

He looked at you then, really looked, and there was something in his gaze that burns hotter than an F1 engine running at 200km/h.

“I can’t stand watching them waste you.” Lando gritted his teeth.

“They’re not wasting me. I’m still here. And you’re getting the huge top rank gap between you and Lewis.” You were saying so, but you can’t look straight in his eyes to say these words.

“Yeah, but for how long before they break you, trying to make you small? And to be honest, I won’t feel like a real champion if I’m getting it like this”

Silence again. The air between you was tight with everything unsaid.

“Don’t care so much, Lando. It’ll hurt you.” You stared at the line where the sun disappeared into the water.

Lando almost whispered, “Too late.”

You looked up at him, heart pounding for reasons that had no longer anything to do with racing anymore.

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“Should I go see if everything’s okay over there?” Carlos asked, eyes fixated on the two at the end of the yacht.

Everyone was trying to be subtle, but 8 of them all squeezing near the cabin opening to see what’s going on was very obvious and somehow comic. 

“I think we can leave them alone for now.” Charles was concerned, but the situation didn’t seem to need interfering for the moment.

“It’s scary when Lando is like that, it’s new and unpredictable,” Pierre muttered, stating what most were feeling. 

“Are you guys for real?” Lewis distanced himself from the others, looking at them as if they all had three heads.

“What?” Charles voices everyone’s confusion.

“Do you guys seriously not see why might be the reason he’s like that?” Lewis smirked.

The others looked at each other, still confused. Then Alexandra’s eyes widened and she looked back at Lewis in disbelief. Lewis shrugged, confirming what Alexandra’s thinking.

“Merde, ne me dis pas qu’il l’aime” Charles whispered.

(Shit, don’t tell me he likes her.)

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[digitallovergirl]

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 I CAN'T MOVE ON, BABY DOLL... J. GRACE HEADCANONS.

so, I did say I wouldn't write for the pjo fandom anymore, but this was requested by @sweetamaranthine and who am I to deny such a nicely asked request?

DATING‎ JASON GRACE. ꜀( ꜆-ࡇ-)꜆ ᶻ ��� 𐰁

The first word that pops into my head when I think about dating Jason Grace is chivalrous. Opening the door for you, the sidewalk rule, covering the edges of desks and tables so you don't get hurt—they're practically reflexes at this point.

He's also really big on gift giving. He'll spend hours of his time making you something, accidentally gluing his fingers together and all just to see you cheesing about it.

↳ adding on to this, Jason is definitely a letter writer. At times, he teeters on the edge of being a poet with how deep his letters get. (Funny enough, I feel like he'd learn new words to add into his letters and leave a little dictionary at the bottom)

Being around you causes a permanent smile on his face. He's always laughing at the jokes you make, even when he doesn't exactly understand the joke, he'll purposely make a "funny" confused face to make you life

In general, Jason likes being around you. After getting stripped of his memories by Hera, he craves the moments you spend together. You could just be reading a book, and as long you're near each other, he's content.

on occasion, he'll come over to your cabin and tell you a few of fun facts he learned.

"Did you know your brain is the fastest organ in your body?" Jason asked, sitting down next to you. You blinked, placing your book face down. "No, how so?" "The brain is made of 60% of fat, most of that fat being used to help the brain function. That's why people are recommended to eat foods with omega-3s because that fuel said fats. You nodded along. "Do you have any other fun facts to tell me?" Jason shook his head. "No. Well, I did read that—"

Despite popular belief, I feel like Jason isn't good with kids? I feel like Jason is okay with kids over the age of seven, but interacting with kids younger than that (especially your siblings,) is a very hit or miss situation.

↳ When you two first started dating, you tried to introduce him to one of your younger siblings and the kid ended up hiding behind you in fear?? 😭 they eventually warmed up to him, but it took a while.

Before he ends up going back to Rome, he tries to convince you to come with him. It wasn't really an argument, more like a desperate conversation. He held off going to Camp Jupiter for days to just spend time with you.

He planned something for each day---from attempts at baking, playing hide and seek in the camp's library, to spending your last night together guessing constellations in the sky.

The letters didn't stop once he got to Rome. Even when he was on the Argo II, he would risk getting caught just to send a message to you. He'll even grab little souvenirs to send with the notes, as well.

To him, the distance between you was nothing more than the cause of the war, an obstacle Jason would always find his way over.

[xjulixred45x]

Y'know I see a lot of yanplatonic, what about... Just yan? 😩👀

Mephisto, Lucifer, and Amaimon?

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(if you have to choose a species, half demon, but it'd be cool if you don't specify either 🩵.)

Okay!(I'll do for separete bc You didn't specify so)

Yandere Mephisto Pheles/ Lucifer/Amaimon x Reader: general Headcanons

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: neutral

Warnings: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, OBSESIVE BEHAVIOR, OVERPROTECTION, UNHEALTY MINDSET, WILLING READER IN SOME CASES, CONTROL FREAK LUCIFER, KIND OF DELUSIONAL AMAIMON, MEPHISTO IS A WARNING BY HIMSELF. i think it's all.

Mephisto Pheles

This is going to sound like an unpopular opinion, but Mephisto seems WORSE to me than Lucifer AND Amaimon.

simply because he does not take his partner seriously even if it is voluntary. Be it demon, human, half demon, etc.

Let me explain myself better.

Mephisto gives me vibes of a flamboyant, possessive and quite jealous yandere.

As much as he finds humans interesting, it is not the same as being on their side or wanting to protect them. They are all the same to him.

so his darling would have to stand out in some way, and it can be in any way, whether it be being a pure soul among the other exorcists (like Yuri in a way) or even being someone very dedicated to exorcism, who is not afraid to say how much they hates demons, how much they HATES them, and above all they are not afraid of him despite the great difference in power between the two.

THAT interests Mephisto, it is something fresh, something GENUINELY interesting that he would like to investigate, SOMETHING NEW.

SOMETHING HE CAN KEEP AND HAVE FOR HIMSELF.

I think he is one of those who generate an obsession the fastest (first there is Amaimon) but he acts quite quickly when they capture his interest.

He tries to be a gentleman and thus learn more about his victim i mean Darling , and thus he realizes that they are better than he thought, his tendencies worsening considerably.

quite a few gifts, which become more personal regardless of whether the darling accepts or rejects them.

He also shamelessly makes Darling spend time with him even during work hours, be it bringing him something to his office (when his servant can do it), making him take their breaks in HIS office drinking tea (having awkward conversations , What fun).

or watching from afar their missions to 1- make sure Darling is okay 2- watch his sweetheart work and 3- kill in a "subtle" way anyone who sees too close or has already tried to hurt Darling.

He definitely stalks darlings in dog form, or even rubs against them so they can pamper him that way (it works sometimes because they don't realize it's him).

When it comes to the escorting (kidnapping) part to his house, Mephisto acts as if he is dealing with a terrified pet and not a living being that wants to leave.

He is quite condescending and although he is somewhat patient at first, his patience runs out quite quickly.

His punishments are more on the psychological side, mostly using his manipulation of time.

for example, trapping darling in a loop until they apologize, making them relive a particularly traumatic moment, etc.

Mephisto doesn't harm them physically, but he has no problem destroying their minds.

If Darling were a volunteer, things would be slightly better, no punishments and more freedom to go out, but he would really still be a jealous clingy.

Mephisto would continue giving many gifts, especially clothes that he would like to see Darling in (German clothes, with a theme similar to his, anime, etc.)

If Darling behaves enough, he takes them out for a walk around the academy or to his amusement park! after all he likes it when they have fun with him.

He's a piece of shit, he demands physical contact, he won't take NO for an answer (although sometimes he tricks you with the dog form to get it).

There is no way Darling can get out or ask for help, since they would have to ask for help from Lucifer or several of his brothers to have ONE CHANCE to escape (aside from the fact that they can't even leave the palace without MEPHISTO HIMSELF with them).

Just have to say...good luck with it.

Lucifer

Ah, our favorite control freak.

He seems like a better option than Mephisto to me for the simple fact that at the very least he DOES CARE that darling wants him, he cares about what THEY want even if he is a selfish piece of shit who is willing to keep them away from the world JUST so that HE can be happy.

At least he's honest with that.

He is an obsessive yandere, somewhat delusional, overprotective, etc.

I think it would take him longer than Amaimon and Mephisto to fall in love with someone.

and I honestly like the scenario that he becomes obsessed with someone and constantly watches over them.

At first he tries to rationalize that it is for the good of the infiltration mission.

but inconveniently he ends up noticing things about darling's everyday life that resonate.

ends up accumulating all possible information about them, what they like, what they don't, allergies, past, friends, enemies (people to kill), etc.

For Lucifer, watching Darling live their life is like an escape from his own life with constant pain, living his days through theirs.

and that ends up generating a certain feeling of affection, appreciation, love.

which quickly becomes obsessive when he realizes that they could be attacked or DIE at any moment if they remain vulnerable.

and imagine EVERY possible way for this to happen.

So he decides that the best way to keep Darling safe is to have them with the Illuminati.

The kidnapping is probably carried out by either Shima or Homare and in the quickest/gentlest way possible. If Darling ended up with unnecessary lacerations I can assure you that Lucifer would take care of the "problem" without thinking :)

As for the "adjustment period" after that, Lucifer is quite patient, more than one would expect.

As delulu as he is, he knows that "changing the environment" is a stressful situation and he justifies Darling's initial actions in that way, the shouting, attacking the staff, trying to leave his room, everything is justifiable to him.

(They already say that love makes you blind... In Lucifer Case, Blind AND deaf af)

Lucifer gives Darling a rank in the Illuminati, just below his own, and all possible privileges within the ship. but it still has the clear restriction of, well, not running away.

His punishments fall more into the realm of removing privileges and isolation, it does not reach the level of Mephisto, but isolation definitely leaves its consequences and removing privileges leaves Darling even worse than before.

Lucifer demands to spend time with darling, things like them accompanying him on his stretcher when he can't move, taking walks around the base, reading together, "going out" to private places just the two of them.

I can definitely see him as touch-starved, but with how sick he is he can only do that when he's stable enough to stand, so rest assured that when that happens, he'll be attached to darling like a bug.

If Darling behaves, they will be pampered as if it were their birthday, Lucifer will meet certain demands such as books, materials for hobbies (art, writing, crafts, etc.), perhaps a pet, periodic departures from the ship with him or Homare, etc. .

His darling is more likely to have Stockholm syndrome, he treats them very lovingly and at the same time rebukes any hint of seeking their freedom, so it is understandable.

Just follow the rules, don't go outside the lines, and your new life will be minimal, manageable, and at best. easy. Just don push your luck and let Lucifer "love" You as it's do.

Amaimon

my favorite of the demon brothers. So sorry if i extend myself on this one

Amaimon is interesting, because he is the one who would become interested in someone the fastest. but it does not mean that it would be something positive from the beginning.

We already know that he only looks at people strong enough to give him a good fight, so it would be quite normal to expect that from his Darling.

someone who can kick his butt, hurt his pride, etc. or even a member of the Shiemihaza family tree.

DARLING HAS TO BE SOMEONE STRONG. OTHERWISE, THEY DOESN'T HAVE MANY CHANCES OF EVEN SURVIVING AMAIMON.

not because he has the possibility of intentionally killing darling, but rather unintentionally 😅

Either way, this person catches Amaimon's interest and at first he HATES THEM.

not only because of his wounded pride, but because he generally can't stand being interested in someone he considers inferior.

and even worse, HE WANTS TO SEE THEM AGAIN.

It's like love hate at first 😅

Amaimon will demand a fight with darling and will not leave until he is satisfied, which could lead to an interesting series of draws.

and little by little Amaimon can decipher what he really FEELS about Darling.

either by himself asking Mephisto about it.

Either way, he realizes that he doesn't really hate Darling, on the contrary.

partly he wants them close.

He wants to be the only one they fight with.

with whom they make jokes, with whom they talk.

HE WANTS TO BE THE ONLY ONE.

But at the same time he thinks it would be boring to just lock them in one place and never change, or worse, have them hate him now that he finally has something like a "friend"/"love interest."

so Amaimon resigns himself to isolating Darling from the others. He is surprisingly calculating at that.

He has no problem killing and getting rid of Darling's friends, family, and companions if it means spending time with him.

If Darling somehow realized that Amaimon is the one who is disappearing his loved ones, maybe they can manipulate him so that he doesn't do it and they simply stop seeing his family.

Amaimon in general is the ONLY one of the three that can be manipulated by darling, precisely because he only thinks about fighting, sweets and darling, in that order.

Also darling can bribe him with candy to leave them alone for a while, it works 9 times out of 10, the 10th time he will want to eat the candy WITH darling.

He's terrible with words unlike his brothers, and even his attempts to cheer up Darling seem like threats🤣 but he tries.

is the most likely to have a willing darling, because let's be honest, anyone else wouldn't want to fight Amaimon twice, so if someone fights Amaimon SEVERAL times it's because either 1- he's Rin or 2- he likes fighting him. to some extent.

Besides, like I said, he don't have to kidnap his darling because the charm of your relationship is that only HE can plague their time and fight with them whenever HE wants.

Amaimon simply has neither the patience nor the emotional intelligence to deal with an unwitting darling.

When they are both tired of fighting, they just talk nonsense about humans, life, eat sweets, etc. It's surprisingly nice.

God forbid someone tries to keep Darling away from Amaimon, he will make a blue night 2.0.

And he also doesn't tolerate being lied to, he can be very scary when he's angry.

It is the easiest way to "escape" from being kidnapped as is, rather under his constant threat of killing all your family and friends...

Darling's safest bet is to go with Mephisto, yes, as ironic as it may sound, but Amaimon is still afraid of his brother after all. so it would be useful to have him as an ally.

I would say that it is the easiest to handle and can even be pleasant, but that does not make it any less stressful and terrifying.

Don't let anyone see you, touch you, hit you, NOTHING... and everything will be fine.

not great, but good.

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

[lecsainz]

SPANISH LOVE

pairings: carlos sainz x girlfriend!reader

request: fastest lap with carlos where the reader is his gf and surprises him by learning spanish?🥹 but drops it in so casually it took him a minute to even realise, and then he’s just so shocked and in love JJSJSS

authors note: so this is the first fic I wrote about carlos that's not a smau! let me spill the tea – I totally loved writing about him!

✩. . . masterlist !

Carlos was making his way back home after a frustrating race, his mind still replaying the moments that had led to a less than satisfactory result. The Ferrari had let him down again, and his disappointment was evident on his face. He trudged through the door of his place, exhausted and ready to unwind.

"Hey, babe!" your cheerful voice called out, breaking through his thoughts.

Carlos turned to see you in the kitchen, an apron on and a mischievous glint in your eye. You were focused on a pot, stirring something that smelled absolutely divine.

"Hey, cariño!" he replied with a small smile, already feeling a bit better just by being in your presence.

As he approached the kitchen, he couldn't help but feel grateful for having you in his life. Your support had meant everything, especially on days like this.

"So, what's cooking?" he asked, trying to sound enthusiastic.

You turned to him, a playful grin on your face. "Oh, just some Spanish magic. Thought I'd surprise you with a taste of home."

Carlos raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Spanish magic, huh? What are you up to?"

You chuckled softly. "You'll see. But first, let me ask you something."

He leaned against the kitchen counter, intrigued by your mysterious behavior. "Shoot."

"Do you know what 'gracias' means?" you asked casually, as if it was the most ordinary question in the world.

Carlos blinked, momentarily caught off guard. "Gracias? Yeah, it means 'thank you'."

You nodded, your grin widening. "Good, good. What about 'amor'?"

"'Amor'? It means 'love'," he replied, his confusion growing.

You kept your eyes on his, and then, with a sly smile, you said, "And 'te quiero'?"

Carlos froze, his heart skipping a beat. He stared at you, his mind racing to process what had just happened.

"You... you know Spanish?" he finally stammered, his eyes widening in disbelief.

You shrugged nonchalantly, stirring the pot as if your revelation was no big deal. "Yeah, I've been learning a bit."

He stood there, absolutely stunned. All this time, he had no idea that you were learning his native language.

"But... why? How?" he managed to ask, his voice laced with astonishment.

You smirked, adding, "You know, just a little something here and there."

He squinted at you, trying to process your words. "Are you serious?"

You chuckled. "Yeah, I mean, why not? It's a beautiful language, and it's kinda handy when your boyfriend is a Spanish hottie."

Carlos couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You learned Spanish? For me?"

You nodded, a playful glint in your eyes. "Yeah, for you. I wanted to surprise you."

He set down his fork, his heart swelling with affection. "Wow, babe, that's… I don't even know what to say."

You smiled warmly. "You don't have to say anything."

He grinned, his heart feeling lighter than it had all day. "No, seriously, this is incredible. You learning my language just for me… It means a lot."

You reached across the table to hold his hand. "I'm happy you like it. And who knows, maybe one day we'll be able to have a whole conversation in Spanish."

Carlos leaned in, his eyes locked on yours. "I'd love that. And you know what? I'm falling in love with you all over again."

You blushed, your heart skipping a beat. "I'm falling for you too, Carlos."

And as the night wore on, Carlos couldn't help but reflect on the amazing woman he had in his life – a woman who could surprise him with the sweetest gestures, a woman who was willing to learn his language just to make him happy. In that moment, he knew he was the luckiest guy in the world, and he held you even closer, grateful for every moment you shared together.

[fandomfuntimem]

Humans are less advanced than a majority of aliens due to their focus on the arts.

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Lizal found humans so infinitely fascinating. They advance fast and beautifully but never seem to reach the level of all the other alien races he had met.

While the Ranths and Trits spent all their time researching and building, spreading far and wide, hoping to learn everything there is to know about everything. Looking at every minute detail. Humans, while they did make their own progress and research, also had a tendency to step back and just enjoy the moment.

The concept of a big picture had been foreign to Lizal. But then that one human joined their crew.

Their name was Ben. Their stay was temporary, Lizal had seen no point in getting to know them, but then he began to notice the small things.

The way Ben would sit in their office, a device called "headphones" strapped firmly to their head. How they would lean back and just be there. No movement, no notes taken. They just closed their eyes and leaned back. At first, Lizal feared the smaller being had passed. Only to be met with an irritated grunt when attempting to check vitals, "what? Can't you see I'm busy?"

They tended to sit and stare out the windows of the ship for hours. Sometimes, they had the headphones with them. Sometimes, they didn't. Other crew mates would whisper and question Ben's sanity. Ben would simply get up and leave if they heard such conversation.

Then there was that one other contraption. Ben called it a "camera," but it was nothing like the cameras Lizal knew. It couldn't focus beyond what was visible to the eye. It emitted light with every picture taken, and Ben treated it as if it were their most prized item. Going as far as to attack Officer Vulta for even daring to touch it without permission.

When questioned on these behaviors, Ben would simply say, "I dunno man. Good vibes, I guess." And go back to whatever they had been working on. Lizal soon came to understand these 'good vibes' as something that purely made Ben happy. Though, the other officers raised concern that these 'good vibes' were interfering with Ben's work. So they called him in for a meeting.

The officers inquired about Ben's slower work, claiming these 'good vibes' were the cause of it. Ben laughed, "I'm the fastest in my field! In fact, this is me at my peak! Without my headphones and silent times, I wouldn't be getting half as much work done." The officers weren't pleased with this response, citing their own species and how they could get the job done faster, "we have no need for such unimportant tasks! Work is all we need! Hard workers are what keeps our planet alive!" At this, Ben's usually cheery expression fell. Lizal practicly felt the distain seeping into the air, "how sad," was the only half-hearted response they received before Ben turned on their heal and walked out.

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Lizal wanted to know what made Ben so different. They understood humans tended to focus more on their own personal well-being. One tactic for achieving that goal was surrounding themselves with spacific sounds, colors, and shapes. But Lizal could never truly understand. What was the point in all of it? Each technological advancement, each scientific achievement, was met with an equal advancement in what humans referred to as "art"

Humans actively pushed back against progress. Protecting the wildlife of their planets with such vigor. Lizal's own species, the Ranths, were known for their farming and cloning advancements that had erased any need for wildlife on their planet. When informed of their farming process and that they provided the shipping company they work for with food, Ben's usually lackluster demeanor tawords the ship's food turned to one of melancholy. Since then, they would simply half-heartedly pick at their food and eat about half before returning to their room to pick from their "stash."

But, out of every odd thing Ben had done, only one thing stood out. This moment alone was the moment Lizal could truly understand.

Their ship broke down in the middle of the Tulpar Nebula. Ben and Lizal were assigned to check the outside of the ship for any damage, and right as they got the go-ahead to return to the ship, Lizal watched as Ben let go of the ship. They were still tethered to the outside, but non less, it was dangerous to let go.

Lizal swung back, ready to yell at Ben for their recklessness. Only to be met with water droplets floating past his face. Looking further beyond, he saw Ben floating just at the edge of the oxygen field. They were crying, sobbing even. Then those sobs turned into hearty and joyous laughter. They kicked their legs and threw their arms up. With a grin splayed across their faces, Ben yelled, "It's beautiful! Haha! It's so beautiful!"

They soon whipped out their camera, stabilized themself, and began taking photos. Muttering about how, "everyone back home will love this."

Lizal couldn't understand it. Looking at the nebula, all they saw were clusters of atoms and star dust just floating in the void of space, nothing more, nothing less, but he wanted to understand. So, against all orders blaring in his earpiece, he clipped his tether onto the ship and floated out taword Ben.

Ben turned, a wide and bright smile splayed across their face, "isn't it beautiful?" Lizal looked around, and for the first time, he let go of all those years of research and science. He let go of the presice and factual way he was taught to think, and he just looked. He looked at all the colors that floated past them, all the stars twinkling and shining, the way the colorful dust and void of space clashed to create what Lizal could only assume was art.

For the first time in what felt like eternity, Lizal's mind felt clear. First, he wept. Then he laughed, "it is Ben! It's absolutely beautiful!"

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I just wanted to create a story about good vibes and enjoying what's around you. I hope you enjoyed!

[we-stan-cale]

It's not a whole scene, but I love the little encounters like this one, when they were at the Mercenary Guild's Directory

“Cale-nim.” Cale raised his head after hearing the cautious calling. Choi Han was looking at him. “What is it?” “I wish to help.” Choi Han smiled awkwardly at Cale who was looking at him and continued to speak. “Of course, I am a slow reader and my memory is not that good, but I thought I could still help.” Cale recalled some memories of his past. ‘Team leader-nim, shall I help?’ ‘Isn’t it time to go home?’ ‘Nah, it’s okay.’ ‘Like hell it’s okay. Isn’t your kid waiting for you at home? Go home.’ ‘But…’ ‘It’s fastest and most accurate for me to do it. You don’t need to do this part.’ He moved the conversation he had with one of his subordinates to a corner of his mind as he raised his hand. He then pointed to the second bookshelf. “I think it would be good to look through there.”

We get a sense of his life as Kim Rok Soo, and how he led his team.

But more importantly, we see how Cale/Kim Rok Soo has learned and grown over the years.

In this case, by accepting Choi Han's help. Even though with his ability he probably doesn't need it.

It's fun having a protagonist with so much experience, and the way the author hints at and teases us with his backstory is, tbh, a large part of why I kept reading initially.

I wanted to know who this guy was, who was comfortable with taking down empires and scamming corrupt priests and nobles.

It took almost half the story just to learn about his first ability, but we learn plenty more in the rest of the story.

[demonic-radio]

★ what exactly do you think happened between Vox and Alastor?

Quite a few things.

Their friendship, which was quite possibly one of the strongest Alastor had ever had at the time, was built on a mutual understanding. A sort of 'click' that happens when someone just understands you, when conversation flows easily.

Vox and Alastor are each intelligent people in various different ways, leading to them easily keeping up with one another in conversation, observation, anything. Their different viewpoints lead to an interesting contrast that they each enjoyed, valuing one another's thoughts and opinions, even if their disagreements turned to fights on occasion. That's just what you get when you have two impassioned people arguing about things.

Alastor was, still is, and will always be an incredibly private person. He keeps people at a distance, even those he holds close. He keeps his cards close to his chest, keeps people guessing, and doesn't let anything slip. Something as simple as his plans for tomorrow is a bit much for him to share with anyone. He keeps to himself, and when he does engage with others, it's on his terms.

Vox, in contrast, is very public. He gives away his name, his number, his residence, all to sell himself to people. To get them to trust him, to buy into what he's saying, to win them over. Vox keeps himself in this highly controlled position with his attitude and his practiced words to make himself part of his sales pitch. He'd let anyone know what he's doing on Friday unless it was something explicitly private.

This didn't lead to too much clash. The both of them keep a lot of control over who they talk to, what they say, and how they present themselves. Alastor didn't mind having someone so talkative as one of his closest friends, not when Vox was so careful.

Vox understood that Alastor was private, and understood that Alastor wasn't going to volunteer information. When he did, Vox committed it to memory as soon as he could, knowing that Alastor wasn't going to offer it up twice. Vox also gleaned information from patterns. He got an idea of where Alastor lived long before Alastor had ever considered telling him, he learned what drinks Alastor liked from observing his orders, and plenty of other things. He never gave away how much he knew. Alastor was private, and liked keeping secrets. Vox knew it might cause a fight if he tried to act on anything he wasn't 'allowed' to know. He was quite good at it. Alastor liked having someone who paid such close attention to detail, knowing that Vox could order a drink for him from any location, while remaining unaware of what else Vox might have known.

Vox was always ambitious. Vox aims higher, wants something bigger, better, endlessly. When he reaches one goal, his sights are immediately on the next one. There's no victory, no end point, only growth, expansion, improvement, more and more towards greater things. This ambition is what drove him during his time in hell as he became an overlord, and it's something Alastor appreciated at the time.

As Vox grew into a more and more powerful figure, he wanted Alastor to be more involved. Alastor could get bigger and better things. He could move on from radio, hell, he could join the business partnership Vox was developing- he hadn't gotten a name yet, but perhaps something with a V and an A in it- and it would be their biggest success yet, for the both of them!

Alastor detested this ambition in the later years of their friendship. It drove Vox towards whatever was the fastest, the most modern, whatever trend there was. It drove him towards that partnership with Valentino, of all sinners, it drove him to keep moving on and leaving behind everything else.

Their time together had gone from drunken conversations at bars where they argued over AM vs FM or something similar to Vox coming by in flashy rides, somehow having known when Alastor was free despite the radio demon having explicitly avoided telling Vox anything about his whereabouts. Vox increasingly trying to sell Alastor on his grand ideas, like he was another mindless sinner to be sold into his growing media empire. Alastor didn't care for that mindless drivel. He didn't care for the prospect of this grand success being promised by the man who couldn't stay still, who couldn't seem to take 'no' for an answer anymore, who knew exactly what Alastor meant and refused to listen.

Vox had been determined to win Alastor over. He knew Alastor better than anyone, he knew he would succeed.

When Vox finally made his offer to Alastor to be partners, it was the final straw.

Alastor was far more harsh this time, putting his foot down on all of this nonsense. He didn't want Vox invading his free time, his space, he didn't want these demands for more and more of his time, his focus, his attention. Vox was tired of getting rejection after rejection when all he had ever done was try and adapt to Alastor's needs and wants, why couldn't Alastor see that this was the best for both of them?

The ensuring argument became a fight, and it was the end of their friendship.

As an aroace individual, I find it difficult to add romantic feelings into all of this, but, well, Vox's obsession wasn't subtle, and it's what drove him to trying to involve Alastor so heavily in the first place. He wanted a partnership, he wanted shared lives, he wanted reciprocation. He cared so much, and it seemed like Alastor didn't care at all anymore- if he ever did.

Alastor convinced himself later on that Vox had only become insufferable thanks to those pesky feelings of his, the ones that Alastor would never reciprocate. It makes it easier for him to brush it all to the side. He can dismiss the entire thing as Vox falling prey to those foolish emotions, and nothing that he could fix, nothing he could ever contemplate further.

TL;DR: Alastor and Vox are inherently different in their attachment styles, how they handle their personal lives, and their ambitions. Alastor keeps people at a distance, is a very private person, and only aims for personal success in what interests him. Vox keeps people close, is a very public person, and aims for the highest possible goal no matter what. They were never going to be able to maintain a truly close relationship.

I'm tired, so this is unedited. I will come back and look over it later, and when I do, I'll delete this portion of it. I hope my thoughts are coherent enough.

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[smilesatdawnmain]

MK

Rivalries are sometimes there with his siblings. Who can run back home the fastest. Who can eat their dinner the fastest. He partakes in those silly little competitions. But he doesn’t view any of them as actual rivals. MK is very similar to both his parents. Most outside of the family think he is most similar to Wukong, while those within his family think he is far similar to Macaque.

He has a fear of spiders due to an incident when he was young, where a spider demon had stolen him from the boarders mountains. This was an hour at most, but a very traumatizing hour for the young cub. 

Haoyu is a big inspiration to MK. He admires how cool and collected Haoyu is, often trying to imitate him or “draw from his inner Haoyu” when he needs to make decisions that are serious. It is very hard to tell what Haoyu is thinking sometimes, as he seems aloof. Haoyu is very easy for MK to read and understand. In return, Haoyu can read MK very well. When Haoyu came of age where he could leave the mountain and explore on his own, MK was very pouty that he was not allowed to go with him. He doesn’t have the same patience his brother has, often wishing he did. MK is nothing but supportive of his Brother… but uh… has a little trouble with accepting his love life. There is one girl in particular that Haoyu has his eyes on, and of course, it just had to be a Spider demon. MK has yet to meet her. Has refused to meet her. And feels bad that he hasn’t. He is quietly working on trying to ease his fear of them through Exposure therapy. 

Xiaohua is MK’s other half. Their bond is so close that the two can have full length conversations with each other just within their heads. Having never been separated, they had a lot more time to learn to control this bond and can even turn it on and off as they wish. Despite being two sides of one whole, they are quite opposite of each other when it comes to training, ambitions, and dreams. Xiaohua is a bit of a cry baby, who MK consoles whenever his brother gets pouty. Any trouble MK gets into is often due to Xiaohua’s influence. If MK had to admit he had a favorite, it would be Xiaohua. Xiaohua is the one secretly helping MK with his fear of spiders through Exposure therapy. He does this by turning himself into a spider and sitting in the same room as MK. It’s… a hit or miss if MK runs out of the room screaming. 

MK does not believe he has a rivalry with anyone. Sying however, 100% believes they are rivals. She will often challenge MK to duels and spares, which MK happily agrees to, thinking it is nothing but training. He gets scolded by her if he holds back, so it often results in him winning. This often confuses him as Sying gets pouty and frustrated, nearly in tears, whenever he beats her- but would get a far worse treatment if he held back with her, so it feels like a lose/lose to him either way. Despite this, Sying is always running to him when it comes to grooming, as MK is the best when it comes to making her fur silky and clean. If Sying ever needs any shots or goes on trips to the dentist, MK HAS to come with. She only feels safe if the person who she deems the “strongest” is also with her. So MK holds one of her hands, and Wukong holds the other. 

Savage is ever the prankster to MK’s life. An adorable little brother… who cannot help himself from putting a whoopie cushion under every single one of MK’s chairs. Or the time he filled MK’s bed with jelly. Or pop up snakes that come shooting out of the can. Which, in turn just… scared Savage as well, being afraid of snakes himself, and made him go running. He doesn’t always think his pranks through. Very much the annoying little brother. Savage views it as a bit of “revenge”. It all comes from MK’s desire to “Be a big brother” and often try to give Savage advice, even if the guy didn’t ask for it. To get his brother to stop doing this, Savage pulls pranks. Sometimes though… Savage does take and appreciate his big brother’s wisdom, even if it’s not always clear cut what MK is talking about. Savage does not tell MK of his secret girlfriend… for MK is just as overbearing and overprotective as their Dad is sometimes.

Rumble is quite similar to Savage in the fact that he gets unwanted advice from their Big Brother. Instead of lashing out with pranks to stop this however, he just lets MK rant and talk. These two do like to doodle and draw together. It’s one of the ways they like to connect to each other, even coming up with small comics and short stories together that their Baba published. The two get very embarrassed by this and opted to use a pen name for their creations. Rumble cherishes these moments and sometimes feels forgotten in comparison to their more outgoing siblings or younger siblings. Rumble and MK go to creative writing semenars together, and then come home using the new and bigger words they used to torture their siblings with this “Classy language”. MK forces everyone to learn their new words in sign language too so that Rumble can also freely use the new word. 

Xue is a constant stress to MK. MK is very aware of how cute his baby sister is. He is very aware of how sweet, and conniving she is too. He is protective of all his siblings, but it is his younger siblings that he feels this strongest. Whether that be from threats, illness, the unknown, or suitors if you will. So imagine his stress when Xue, who is aware she is cute, and is very conniving, has a line of poor saps out the door ready to bend over backwards for her attention- and somehow have to get through her menacing older brother for even a chance. He can’t seem to say no to her. He is fully aware she is using her cuteness to her own advantage, and it changes nothing, cause she calls him “My Dear Big Brother~” whenever she wants something. She wished that MK would doll himself up more- as he is very popular among demons, celestials, and mortals alike. The manipulation he could have over the three would be strong if he just had the same speaking charm his face had. 

Bao is the baby to the family. The most protected child, and smallest child. To their annoyance, this spures a lot of over protective tendencies from their entire family. MK being the worst of them all. Despite this, Bao is often seen standing closer to MK, often trying to copy his moves when training and other habits he has. Taking CD’s from MK’s room to listen to, and borrowing clothes that are just a bit too big for them. They despise being babied… but really look up to their big brother. Bao has a single shadow they can use for their own protection. It is not as easily dispelled as most shadows, almost like a second person. This shadow tends to form on what Bao considers safety. Despite their annoyance at their family’s protective antics, you will notice the shadow takes a part of each sibling and their two parents. It takes Haoyu’s fighting stance, Macaque’s six ears, and so forth. From MK, this shadow has his headband and grin- because Bao feels safest when MK smiles assuringly at them. 

Previous Sibling (Haoyu)

Next Sibling (Xiaohua)

[electricxspeed]

CHIGIRI

-i run faster than you-

HYOMA

“ᴵ’ᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃˢᵗᵉˢᵗ, ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ’ᵗ ʳᵘⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵃ ᵖᵃⁿᵗʰᵉʳ. ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ?”

CHIGIRI HYŌMA X GN READER- Fastest Panther.

summary: Chigiri Hyoma. The fastest football star, just so happens to be your senior in your school, Rakosute Business High School. And his kōhai happens to be the younger sister of the Wanima Brothers. He hates them but he loves you.

sorry if ooc, if it is, i’ll edit it.

—“Oi, Chigiri-san, panther boy.” You tapped him on the shoulder, causing for Chigiri to halt his way to the football field, needing help with your running since your pet keeps getting out of the house, and you need to learn how to run faster.

After all, you can’t keep calling his number whenever you need him to pick your silly little pet up, right?

Or maybe, just maybe, there’s a chance he likes it when you call. Most times no, not really. He usually gets out in late afternoons because of his Football practice. And your pet seems to get out every late afternoon when you leave the door open. Ironic, isn’t it?

Maybe your pet is having an alliance; knowing you like your senior and doing everything so you’ll get his attention. If your pet is, give ‘em some extra treats for me.

Moving on. He stared at you weirdly, questioning your motives. After a brief moment of awkward silence, he realized you just needed training since your pet kept getting out. “Oh..this is about Max?” Let’s pretend Max is the name of your pet, alright? “I’m busy with practice, that’s stupid.” You looked at his attire, it was the jackets and pants they were required to wear before attending practice. The white and teal ones, staring back up at his face, you noticed his luscious hair. You could’ve sworn it was shorter. Three inches above the shoulder, perhaps? Yes. It grew yet still short. “But..i’ll try.”

{referring to this chigiri.} ”..fine. But can you at least tell my brothers to stop leaving their lunches at home?” Ain’t no way he was going to talk to those creepy twins that have the Lacoste logo on their eyebrows and head. But for you.. “..fine.”

After Chigiri’s football practice, and your brothers, you waited outside, following suit when they walked out the gate. While holding some to ease your hunger, the delicious snacks never fail to satisfy you. You noticed, they were following Chigiri? And one of your brothers from the twins, Keisuke spoke for Junichi. “Just because coach favors you, doesn’t mean you gotta get all cocky! That’s what my bro said.” To which, Chigiri replied with “Cocky? No, I’m something realistic. It all comes down to talent.”

What a reply, it certainly pissed off your brothers as they left, with you falling behind. “You look like the twins from the shining.” You retorted, not amused by their mocking of your senior despite them being classmates with him. Ironic.

The next day, you were awoken by your Animal Crossing Timmy and Tommy doing acrobatics alarm clock. Bathing and getting ready for school, you realized, it was Chigiri’s birthday!

Would be nice to surprise him. You just so happened to meet his sister on the way to school! She bumped into you, apologizing before recognition dawned upon her. “Ah! Are you [INSERT NAME]? You look familiar..Hyōma talked a lot about you before!” He did?

The two of you conversed, talking about how your brothers were still sleeping and you didn’t want to be late so you left. You learnt her name was Koyuki. You two exchanged numbers as she invited you to his surprise birthday, time was 4:44 you already had to be there, so you’d leave earlier than the twins.

At school, you couldn’t help but steal a few glances at the male..didn’t he have shorter hair? Why did it grow longer? He looks good. He always does, but gotta keep your nonchalance.

At the end of classes, you rushed to the address given to you by Chigiri’s sister, you texted your mom along the way, making her aware of your whereabouts. You arrived an hour early, good for you.

Well, moving on, you helped Miss. Chigiri and Koyuki. Learning Chigiri’s mother’s name is Neneko, such cute names the Chigiri family has. Cleaning up some mess, and Chigiri’s mom even showed you some cute baby pictures! Koyuki, his sister, couldn’t help but laugh.

Meanwhile you were thinking about dropkicking your two brothers for bullying him.

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All of you were hidden, Chigiri’s friends, his family and you. Waiting for him, as the door opened and he spoke out “Mom?? Koyuki-nee???? Where are you??” The lights turned on as there was confetti everywhere. Yelling out Happy Birthday to your favorite speedster.

He noticed you and couldn’t help but blush profusely. His sister obviously noticed and laughed.

Maybe you were his birthday present. But obviously you got him cleats.

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Did you know? Chigiri’s family corresponds to cats in Japanese Kanji. Neneko; his mom is 猫(cat), Koyuki; his sister, 猫(tiger), and Chigiri, 豹(leopard). Saw this while looking at their profiles.

[my-proof-is-you]

Now That We Don’t Talk - Part 1

Summary: When you started dating Jensen Ackles, things were damn near perfect. You were so compatible, and you fit into his life seamlessly. After Supernatural ended, though, Jensen got a new job. Pretty soon, Jensen also got a new life. And you no longer fit in it.

Jensen x You

Inspired by the song Now That We Don’t Talk by Taylor Swift

Masterlist

You

You sat the last box down in your living room with a grunt. You’d been lugging boxes into your new apartment all day, and you were exhausted. You let your tired body fall back onto the couch, sinking into the soft cushions. 

You looked around the room filled with cardboard and the few pieces of furniture you had. You could feel the tears threatening to fill your eyes, and bit your lip to stop them. You pulled out your phone, tapping the name of the only person you could think to call at that moment. 

“Hi, baby, how are you doing?” your mom answered on the second ring.

You sighed. “I’ve been better,” you replied, rubbing a hand down your face.

“This really is for the best, you know?” she said, and you could almost picture the sympathetic look she’d have on her face. 

“Is it? Cause right now it feels just…horrible.”

“Yes, Y/N, it is. He changed, and you are not the only one who noticed.”

You sighed again. “Thanks, Momma. I better get unpacking. Love you.”

“Love you too, Bug. Pour yourself a glass of wine and just try to relax.”

You smiled as you hung up. Your mom truly was your best friend. You’d called her right after you broke up with Jensen and she’d talked you through it the best she could from nearly a thousand miles away. 

After you’d moved to Austin to be with Jensen, you saw your mom a lot less than you’d liked. It was tempting to move back home after the breakup, but you had a job that you really loved, and you just couldn’t bring yourself to leave it. 

You had friends nearby, too. The only problem was that Jensen was the one who introduced you to them, which made you feel a little uncomfortable. Gen had already reached out to you. She’d left a message wanting to get together to hang out. You hadn’t responded yet. You just weren’t sure if you could handle the inevitable conversation she’d want to have about the breakup.

You pulled out your corkscrew and a wine glass from your box labeled “kitchen” and opened the bottle of white wine you’d gotten on your quick grocery trip earlier in the day. As you took your first sip, you sat down again and let your mind wander to the beginnings of your relationship with Jensen. 

Two Years Earlier - You

It had been by chance that you’d met the green-eyed actor at a coffee shop in your small town of Salida, Colorado. He’d been on his way home from a fan convention in Denver and had taken a wrong turn. He’d wanted to make the long drive alone to clear his head, and you’d learn later how stubborn he was about using the GPS on his phone. 

He’d come into the coffee shop you frequented to get some caffeine and directions. You’d recognized him, of course, since you were a fan of Supernatural. You’d always kept up with the show, but you weren’t a big enough fan to have gone to the convention. 

“Excuse me, miss,” you heard, looking up from your laptop in surprise. Though you’d noticed him enter the shop immediately, you’d never expected him to talk to you. 

“I’m on my way back to Texas, and I think I’m a little lost. I don’t have any service on my phone, but I’m using the Wi-Fi here to look at Google Maps.”

You nodded, listening to his explanation while still wondering why he was talking to you of all people. 

“Can you take a look and tell me if this is a good route back to I-25?” he asked, giving you a dazzling smile. You returned it, and took his phone. 

“Sure,” you said, looking at the route his phone was going to take him. It looked fine, which only added to your confusion at the question he was asking you. Surely the app could tell Jensen what the fastest or easiest route was.

“That is a good option,” you said, handing him his phone back. “And when you go through Trinidad, there’s a great little barbecue place off Main Street you should check out. Awesome pulled pork and even better cheese fries.”

He nodded, his eyes surprised. “Thanks—“ he paused, stretching out his hand in an invitation to shake yours.

“Y/N,” you responded, placing your hand in his calloused one.

“Y/N,” he repeated. “I’m Jensen.” 

“I know,” you said with a smirk. He let out a chuckle and stood there for another moment, as if deciding something. 

“Would it be weird if I asked to buy you a cup of coffee?” he asked finally.

“Hmm, I have coffee,” you replied, glancing at the paper cup in front of you. He seemed to deflate a little, and you quickly continued. “But I would love a scone.”

He smiled again, giving you a wink as he headed to the counter. After he bought your scone and his own coffee, he returned to your table where he asked if he could join you.

You made small talk for a little bit. You told him you liked his show; he asked you about your life in Salida; you joked easily with each other. Before you knew it, a couple of hours had gone by. 

“Well, I really should get going. I have a long drive ahead of me,” Jensen said, leaning back in his chair. 

“Yeah, good idea,” you responded. You had really enjoyed your talk with him, even if it was just a random moment in your life and you never saw him again.

“Do you think I could see you again?” he asked, looking a little nervous. It was very cute, especially since he was a famous actor. 

“Might be a little tough, what with living a thousand miles apart,” you said with a smirk. You saw his shoulders sink a little. “How about I give you my number. If you ever want to talk, I’ll answer.”

“Hmm,” he said, nodding. “It’s not ideal, but I’ll take what I can get, sweetheart.” 

You smiled coyly and put your number in his phone. “It was great to meet you, Jensen. I hope we meet again.”

“Oh, I think we will, Y/N,” he said confidently. You shook your head with a smile as he backed away from the table and out the door.  I will never hear from him again, you thought as you watched him get into his car that was parked on the street. Little did you know, one day later he would prove you wrong.

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[angelofthenight]

Adrian Veidt/Ozymandias (Watchmen): Yandere Alphabet (+ add. h/cs)

(Fem!Reader)

Overall warnings: Yandere, Dark themes, Gaslighting, Violence/Murder, Unhealthy relationship, Jealousy/Possessiveness, Social isolation, Manipulation, Obsessiveness, Stalking/Spying, Controlling behavior, Power imbalance, Swearing, Kidnapping, Dub-con

( This was the fastest I’ve ever written a piece, literally in one night so excuse it if it sounds rushed at times, coz I just wanted to get Watchmen out of my system so I could focus on my other fics. Also this is based on a combination of the movie interpretation and comic counterpart of Adrian )

( A few letters in the Alphabet are out of order to get the foundation set )

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Love story: How did they meet their darling? How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

You were caught in the grasp of a villain on a rooftop after the superheroes Nite Owl and Rorschach beat his barbaric goons to bloody pulps. The costumed lunatic held a knife to your hoarse throat while you sobbed and hyperventilated, warning the two vigilantes that if they came any closer he would slice your neck wide open. Your mind was too fogged with hysterical terror to understand the conversation but the next thing you felt was the villain chucking you over the ledge of the roof as he made a run for it. You just accepted your brutal death, knowing there was no way to get out of this, until your body collided into a pair of strong arms.

Your pink eyes locked with Ozymandias’ soft ones, him holding a calm smile. Your heavy breathing was unstable and tears still cascaded down your cheeks when you abruptly threw your face into the crook of his neck to sob with your arms grasping helplessly around his shoulders. You trembling terribly and despite being a hero for quite awhile now, Adrian had never been this close to a victim before. It was always fleeting moments with saving victims but as you shook and clung to him, he truly did feel like a superhero in that moment.

Even as the cops came to arrest the criminals and as the press interviewed Nite Owl, you still held onto him with your face buried into his shoulder as if you were holding on for your actual life. When he asked if you were okay, you snapped out of it and allowed him to softly plant you onto your feet. You were still visibly horrified and he asked you if you would like him to walk you home since of the late hour. You gradually accepted the offer after your own hesitation and his reassurance that he wouldn’t mind and that he would actually prefer it to ensure your safety and wellbeing.

So he walked you home, talking with you to help you calm down. He didn’t even realize how much he learned about you. He couldn’t sleep that night. The scene of him saving you and you clinging to him replaying over and over and over again.

A few times he had played around your intimate (at least to him) scenario like imagining you refusing to let go of him, you being flustered when he catches you, and a few times he imagined himself locking your lips within his own or you engaging it as a “thank you, you’re my hero”.

Even as days passed he couldn’t stop thinking about you, so much that it started to affect his performance and attention. If you have a song stuck in your head on loop, listening to the song makes it stop. So he told himself he just needed to see you again to be able to go on with his life in peace and without distraction, because that’s what you were becoming: a distraction.

During the talk to calm you down, you told him where you worked. So, out of costume, he went to the coffee cafe you worked full time at. It was easy to get your attention with his wealthy image and known name and with his charming and colorful persona it was easy to strike up a conversation with you. To him, you were hitting it off amazingly and you would even listen intently as he’d talk about Egyptian culture. But in reality you had tried to end the conversation more than twice. Maybe you were just untrustworthy of the wealthy but there was something about him that just seemed so… fake. You just weren’t that interested in him.

But he just kept coming, almost everyday, and stays sat at the counter in front of your station for practically half of your shift just conversing with you. He thinks he’s swooning you, completely oblivious to the fact that he’s annoying you and on the brink of creeping you out. But that becomes not enough for him, he starts to find himself stalking you outside of work and soon enough plants cameras in your apartment. He feels as if he just needs to get a glimpse of you in order to get through his day. It’s actually ridiculous.

The more he scratches his own itch, the itchier it gets. Now he’s meticulously planning your interactions, like “bumping into you on the street” and “coincidentally” ending up at the same stores as you, as well as manipulating situations. He even one time anonymously paid a guy to verbally harass and berate you at work just so he could step in to protect/defend you and send the “disrespectful” man out of your cafe. That did nothing but stroke his own narcissistic savior-complex.

When the news station on the TV replayed last night's live interview with the superhero group, Adrian asked you if you had a favorite of the Crimebusters. You told him you were biased with your personal favorite, Ozymandias, because of how he was the one to save your life once.

That was all Adrian needed to cross the first line. At first he hired just one criminal to corner you in an alleyway, try to mug and give you a good scare. Then your knight in shining armor comes to your rescue, resulting in you showering him in your gratitude while trembling to the bone and full of tears. He walked you home again, calmly conversing with you just like the first time except he noticed that you seemed more at ease with Ozymandias than Adrian Veidt. But then he started hiring more people to give you scares and serious threats, his superhero persona saving you each time. He just felt so… good when you relied on him and cowered into his arms.

Of course you noticed that ever since Mr. Veidt entered your life, bad things have suddenly started happening to you once a week or two; dangerous trouble following you as if it were your very own shadow. But just your luck, you were saved each and every time by the tall and blond Crimebuster. Of course you knew it was weird, it often made you unable to sleep. You’ve brought it up to Ozy after he saved you from an attempted sexual assault, but he simply saw it as him always being at the right place and the right time. He told you that these specific streets were his patrol area. Sometimes it sounded like he was blaming you for always getting in trouble, it made you feel like you were losing it. Your feelings about Ozy lost its comfort, there was something with him that began to unsettle you.

You came to the conclusion that Adrian Veidt just had bad people after him and because of how often he came to see you those people were going to harm you to get to him. You wanted Adrian out of your life, hell, you weren’t even really that fond of him anyway. Your “friendship” was basically one sided. You believed that if you fucked him, he would finally leave your life and take his enemies with him. You believed a good fuck was just all he wanted from you, what he has been trying to get this whole time. That’s all what he wants, that’s always what men want.

Fortuitously, Adrian came to the same conclusion. He realized how much you were affecting his life and work and himself. He believed he just needed to fuck you to finally satisfy his desire for you, then he’d return to normal.

And so, the two of you had sex. And it was truthfully incredible. He even made you finish. Adrian slept peacefully that night, knowing he could finally move on with his life without you constantly distracting him. But sex just makes it worse. It makes it so much worse. Because that just made him realize that he wants so much more than sex from you, that he is in love with you.

Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull when the next day Adrain came to your work with a bouquet of big red roses. No. No, this couldn’t be happening. He called you endearing names like “my dear” and “darling”. You felt sick. He continuously did this the following days. You politely declined all the flowers and gifts with reasonable enough excuses for him to take them back. You never humored him or encouraged any of his behavior, you relentlessly gave him signs and hints that you didn’t feel the same way at all. But he was either too delusional to pick them up or he just simply ignored them.

He soon told himself that you would be less tense around him if you knew that your lover and your superhero were one and the same. He felt like you deserved to know. So he told you, but you didn’t believe him until you saw the proof. You felt even more sick when you saw it.

You didn’t know what to do. You felt at the end of your rope. You nervously stuttered out reasons why you couldn’t be with him because of his double life: you didn’t want to worry about him every night, you feared villains might use you against him, you think he wouldn’t have time for you outside of saving the city and fighting villains, you wouldn’t want to make him choose between you and the city, etc.

You felt pathetic and ashamed that you didn’t have the courage to tell him plain and simple that you did not want to be with him because you just didn’t see him in that way… at all.

The next day what you saw on the evening news at work made you drop a plate, your jaw dropping and your pulse skyrocketing. Ozymandias revealed his secret identity to the world… and announced his retirement. Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, no, nononononono-

You were closing the cafe all by yourself at the late hour when Adrian came in with the happiest smile. You kept your distance as horror gripped around you suffocatingly.

“You… you shouldn’t have done that. Not for me.”

“Why not? Now you don’t have to worry any longer. Now we can finally be together.”

You stared at him in disbelief, not believing your eyes. “…Smartest man alive my ass.” You mumbled before you suddenly snapped. “Don’t you get it?! I am not interested! I never have been from the very beginning! That night was just supposed to be a one-night-stand, that was all!”

Adrian’s expression was frozen in confusion and shock. “You don’t mean that.”

“Yes I fucking do! Open your eyes! You’re fucking crazy! You are delusional! Now please, I am begging you, get out of my life and leave me alone! You narcissistic creep!”

He left after a minute of staring at your petrified, furious composure. You finished closing with a haunting, foreboding feeling lingering over your shoulders. That was just your intuition warning you of what was to come.

Because Adrian kidnapped you from your home that very same night.

Kisses: What exactly made them fall for their darling?

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

There was many factors that prompted him to fall for you but the top three reasons were:

Damsel in distress: That feeling he felt within his bones when he caught you that night before you could hit the pavement and you huddled into him with your arms tightly around him while you shook and wept. He never felt like more of a hero than in that moment. He desperately chases that warm, buzzing feeling and you were the only one who made him feel it. Every superhero needed their damsel in distress, and you were just the perfect victim.

Desperation for love and connection: He had always felt alone and isolated from the rest of the world with his unnaturally high intelligence. He couldn’t connect with anyone in grade school, he couldn’t connect with the Crimebusters, he couldn’t connect with his business partners, he couldn’t connect with anyone alive. But he felt an electrifying connection with you. He doesn’t even know exactly what it was from. When he monitored you in your home he compulsively searched for things that related the two of you together. Deep down, this was just because he was desperate for love, for a companion, to be loved by that companion (and u know what they say: it’s lonely at the top). He just needed one thing to convince him that you were soulmates meant to- You had a cat… He loves cats!

Savior complex: The damsel in distress thing he has with you heavily fuels his savior complex. He is convinced you need him. He has made it his sworn duty to save you and therefore protect you. You need him, even more if you don’t know it. And bonus points if you have a toxic boyfriend, family, roommate, landlord, or boss. You need him to save you from it all. Even though your lifestyles were seemingly polar opposites, he came to the conclusion that you both were just made for something bigger. You two were born in the wrong timeline. You both deserved to be royalty. That’s why he found it incredibly insulting watching you wash dishes at your job and endure all the bratty customers that had endless complaints. You didn’t deserve to live like that. He had to save you. He will save you.

He wants you to be his queen, but also his damsel in distress. It’s a complex dynamic that is just nothing but unhealthy.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Adrian's love and affection would be displayed through grand gestures and displays of devotion. He would go to extreme lengths to ensure your happiness and safety, even if it meant sacrificing others to fulfill what he thinks will accomplish those two things. He would shower you with extravagant gifts and orchestrate elaborate romantic moments/experiences, he’s overall a very flashy lover which could morph into something overwhelming and suffocating. The intensity of his actions would escalate over time, eventually crossing ethical boundaries and causing harm to others just to prove to you his devotion.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He prefers to keep his human exterminations neat and clean. But on the other hand he would be very willing to get very messy. He would not hesitate to eliminate anyone he perceives as a threat to your relationship, even if it means resorting to extreme and disastrous measures like manipulation, deception, and violence: overall very morally questionable actions. But don’t worry, he always cleans up after himself.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Once abducted, he treats it like it was all for the best, like he saved you. He’d tell you that you will be far better off with him. That God complex and savior complex of his makes him incredibly delusional. He’d be overprotective (even though you’re in his own home) and very controlling. He’d treat you like a queen, a goddess, making sure you have everything you could ever need or want. But even though you lived like an empress in luxury, you still felt like a prisoner more than anything.

Adrian wouldn’t mock you at all, he’s relatively very calm and patient with you, other than patronizing you in a dismissing tone when you attempt to attack him and/or escape.

“Grow up.”

After awhile he will eventually take you out back into public, only linked to his arm though (like you’re a dog on a leash).

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Yes, he would. He is so manipulative and controlling and crosses many lines and many of your boundaries. He might even harm you to ensure your obedience and loyalty. He is forceful and uncompromising and intimidates you to do his self-indulgent requests. Your sex always falls under dub-con as you can never find the courage to deny him and push him away, resulting in just letting him get what he wants.

If it wasn’t already obvious he also forces you into a relationship with him, and makes it public without your consent.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He bares a significant portion of his heart to you. He’s not ashamed to be vulnerable with you as he is extremely and deeply invested in your relationship. He would be willing to do anything to protect you and do anything for you. Although he does keep many secrets from you.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He would feel a mix of anger, frustration, and disappointment. He would take it very personally and view it as a betrayal. And like I said before, this is when he’s willing to mock you for your attempts. You seriously think you could outrun him? Over power him? Outsmart him? Can you actually see yourself winning in a fight against the Ozymandias? Are you stupid or are you just delusional? Fighting back would just make it worse for yourself since now he’s even more determined to exert control over you.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

It’s not a game to him but he will admit that he does find some thrilling enjoyment in the chase. It almost brings him back to his superhero glory days catching a villain. But don’t pull this often though.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Your worst experience with him would probably be when you got very close to escaping, the closest you’ve ever been. You had turned the manipulation tables around on him and got yourself an opening to escape. After weeks of appealing to his ego and god/savior complex and demonstrating clinginess to him, you finally got him wrapped around your little finger. You seduced him to bed and right before things got too heated, you coquettishly asked him to go get champagne. He all-too eagerly complied and practically skipped out the bedroom to get the drink.

What the smartest man alive didn’t know was that the champagne bottle was underneath the bed. And without wasting a second you dug into the jacket he dropped on the floor, when he hastily tried to undress, for the keycard that unlocked the front door. With it now tightly in your grasp, you made the quietest run for it, bolting out the bedroom. You quickly unlocked the front apartment door and slipped out into the hallway to sprint down the stairs, too much of a risk waiting for an elevator in pursuit of the lobby on the bottom floor to finally expose Adrian for what he really was.

Adrian was growing tempered as he scrambled for the bottle, unable to find it anywhere, and the image of how willing you were for him on his silk sheets on his mind made him far too impatient when searching. He eventually said “fuck it” and returned to the room to tell you he’d get you champagne afterwards. He froze halfway into the bedroom when he found you absent. He blinked, glanced around the room once, then let out a growling huff of “NO” before thrashing his desk to the ground then rushing out of the room and to the front door. The notice that it was unlocked assured him what you were attempting.

He effortlessly caught up to you on the flight of stairs and tackled your heaving body, sending you both tumbling down the rest of the few remaining steps in an entangled mess. Once you finally hit the ground you pushed through your physical exhaustion and dizziness to open the door right next to you, the light of the lobby temporarily blinding you. You inhaled to scream for help but one hand clasped over your mouth and one hand gripped onto your throat, aggressively tugging you back through the door before anyone had the chance to notice you.

With a hand squeezing your throat and the other still tightly across your mouth and jaw, Adrian slammed your back against the wall. His face was pink with fury, a vein bulging on his forehead, his gritted teeth bared. He growled viciously at you, his words translating to a deafening ring in your ears as your terror and adrenaline rendered you paralyzed. But his violent threats were clear to you, as well as the realization of the extent of Adrian's obsession with you and the lengths he would go to possess and control you.

He harshly knocked you out to drag you back up the stairs.

You still had nightmares about that night.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

In his ideal future with you, you’re married and you are completely devoted to him as he is to you… and he has full control over your life and decisions.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Yes, his jealousy is surprisingly very intense and a little scary. He’s so convinced that you two have a bonding connection that he has this weird paranoia that everyone else is trying to ruin your connection, that anyone and everyone is trying to rip you from his grasp.

It depends on the situation and location with how he would act.

If it’s someone flirting with you or even simply getting too chatty or close to you, he tries to maintain his composure due to being in public. But on the inside he’s absolutely raging. His body language would grow rigid and tense, and his jaw and fists would clench and tighten. The worse he’d look to others is simply just agitation and annoyance. But it’s much darker than that on the inside.

It’s not that he’s insecure that you’d like someone else better, it’s his possessiveness that blinds him and perceives the interaction as a threat, that the person is trying to take you away from him. He’ll quickly insert himself into your conversation, casually bring up you two were an item and even lived together, then eventually take you away from the exchange. Later that night when you two are alone he might lash out in anger at you. He isn’t blaming you but he unintentionally takes his anger out on you verbally.

If it’s a friend you’ve been spending a little too much time with, he will constantly be monitoring you through cameras due to his controlling behavior. He will begin socially isolating you and keep adding things to your schedule to eliminate the free time that you’d spend with the lowlife. If it doesn’t make enough of a difference that pleases him, he might resort to manipulation and threats to maintain his perceived ownership of you.

His jealousy would deeply affect him emotionally. He’s a mess of possessiveness and the fear of losing you. This all consumes him, leading to heightened paranoia and more inability to trust others. His jealousy could drive him to extreme actions that he condones with the simple “it was the last resort”. You wouldn’t miss any of those people you got a little close with yesterday if they suddenly turned up bloody in the newspaper, right?

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Yes, drastically. He puts up this charming, composed facade to his comrades and the public. To everyone he was just this respectful pacifist vegetarian with a very caring and conscientious reputation. But that was just a mask concealing his true colors, the true colors that you had the misfortune of being exposed to. His true colors reveal how arrogant, egotistic, and cold he really is, how intense his God complex actually is. And his obsession and twisted love for you would create a much darker and volatile side of his personality that no one has seen. You’ve seen with your own eyes the extreme lengths he’d go to to protect and control you, showing a stark contrast to his demeanor with others.

Nemesis: Who do they consider a rival?

Not anyone specific, but he would consider literally anyone who poses a perceived threat to his relationship with you as a rival. Like someone who shows interest in or gets close to you, or even someone he perceives as a potential obstacle in your relationship. He views his rivals with intense jealousy and will go to extreme lengths to eliminate or neutralize them. He basically has the paranoia of someone in a contest/competition with the rest of the world, and if you were the end prize he is not afraid to play dirty against the other contenders. He will win.

Obsession: Are they more obsessive or possessive?

I honestly see it as 50/50. He’s obsessed with you to an unhealthy, unsettling, worrying amount. He is completely fixated on you and finds you as the most interesting person he’s ever met. He is obsessed and fascinated with every aspect of your character. He is constantly thinking about you, every single one of his unrelated thoughts always ends with you and he is casually clingy, always wanting to be near you. He’s overly attached to you and before he kidnapped you, stalking you was one of his favorite things to do.

Adrian, in his most simplest form, is just a love-sick creep.

But at the same time, he is incredibly possessive of you. He wants to assert control over you and destroy any perceived threats to your relationship or his animalistic claim on you. He just wants to have you. He will sabotage any and all of your relationships and even harm anyone who gets too close. But this equal combination just makes him an even more dangerous lover.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

I think he would have a high level of patience with you. With your bad behavior, he’s willing to wait and endure any obstacles/challenges that come his way in order to maintain your relationship. Though most of the time he just sees your severe mental breakdowns as mere temper tantrums. And just like a child, you’ll tire out of your little moody tantrum. And when it comes to waiting for you to return his love, he’s also patient. He 100% believes that you will eventually love him back. You two are soulmates, so it’s only natural that you’ll stop resisting and let your attraction sink in.

Additionally, when after his plan is executed and you are so mortified of what he’s done that you won’t even let him touch you or get too close to you, he is still patient with waiting for you to get over it.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If you died, he would be profoundly devastated and feel like he lost an actual part of himself, like you took a part of him to die with you. He’d never move on, it’d be the most difficult thing he’s ever faced. His obsession and attachment to you are too deeply ingrained inside him. He’d become consumed by his grief, leading to disturbing actions in the future. Also, he’d become a little careless with himself and wouldn’t really care if he risked his life, his own life is significantly less in value to him without you, and that’s saying a lot considering how highly he views himself. He doesn’t want to live in a world where you’re no longer breathing, he wants to reunite with you.

Let’s be honest, you wouldn’t be able to leave him. He would never allow you to go. But if he noticed that it has been on your mental wishlist, he’d resort to extreme measures to try and win back your love, as if he even had it in the first place.

If you successfully escaped, he’d become morbidly obsessed with tracking you down and would resort to extreme measures to regain back control. He is unhealthily determined to find you.

Move on? What a joke. He will never let go of you.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

With his extreme obsession and distorted perception of love, he would never feel guilty. He truly believes he is in the right and that you should be grateful and happy. This is just an act of protecting you and preserving your relationship. He just wants to give you the life you deserve, what’s so wrong with that? He would never willingly release you. His possessiveness and need for control are far too severe.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He hates it. It saddens and concerns him. He just wants you to be happy, why aren’t you happy? He’s given you everything you could ever ask for, including his infinite love and unwavering devotion. Is it the color of the walls? Because those could be repainted! Was dinner not cooked right? He’ll fire the chef and find the best one in the world! Unless you’d feel safest with him preparing your food, that could be arranged too!

He’ll go to comfort you to the best of his physical abilities, wanting to be the only one to provide solace and support. Your tears will appeal to his savior complex heavily, assuring him that you do need him. He wants to save you.

Although he wouldn’t say it to your face, but you know you wouldn’t be miserable right now if you just accepted his love and reciprocated it. You’re making your own life worse.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He varies from the classic yandere archetype due to the Watchmen storyline and he might differ with the methods he uses to assert control. Even though he gets very violent and murderous with his motivations to have you, he’s still much more of a pacifist compared to the classic yandere.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

It would be a great challenge but if you could find a way to manipulate his emotions or appeal to his huge ego or savior-complex, it might create an opportunity for escape. You might even be able to appeal to his sense of morality. But this would all require careful planning and you need to take the time to understand his psyche.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Potentially, if he believes it is necessary to protect or possess you. The most violent he would get with you is when capturing you during an escape attempt and dragging you back home.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He has an extreme level of reverence and worship towards you. He literally views you as a goddess bound to a human body. He would go to great lengths to win you over. At first it would just be extravagant gifts and surprises as well as dreamy promises but then as time goes on he would resort to manipulation, forceful control, or committing harmful actions in the name of love.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He pines after you for an extended period of time, his obsession slowly taking over him. He officially snaps and crosses the next line when you screamed your rejection at him. He felt as if his perfect world shattered around him, the shards ripping him apart. It’s that night that he simply just couldn’t take it anymore and steals what he wants.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

He really doesn’t want it to come to that, but he is capable of it if he believes it will ultimately strengthen your bond or maintain control over you.

Extra headcanons:

♡ I believe the bigger his ego grows, the more his obsession with you intensifies

♡ He’s constantly seeking your validation and reassurance, when he gets really vulnerable with it he almost looks like a little boy (you saw how he got with Jon at the end of the comic)

♡ He’s highly calculated and strategic in his pursuit of your love

♡ His wealth, reputation, and resourcefulness makes him formidable and dangerous

♡ He’s low key convinced that you did used to love him but somewhere along the way he lost it. Now he’s hell-bent to get it back

♡ He has surveillance and cameras hidden all over the apartment, literally three different angles in every room, so he can still watch you and keep tabs on you while at work. He also just has an unsettling fascination with your every move

♡ Yes he does own a shrine of you

♡ This happens extremely slowly, but he socially isolates you more and more and while his obsession deepens and his morality is deforming, then it transitions into isolating you from the outside world. You eventually end up in a secret underground “lair”, he just wants you to belong to him and him alone

♡ His switch between his charming public persona and his dark, possessive side with you gives you mental whiplash

♡ He spouts out speeches to you about how much he loves you with that space-out look in his eyes, his words filled with dark and possessive undertones which unsettle you greatly

♡ He’s madly greedy with your attention

♡ The retired Crimebusters potentially might interfere with your unhealthy relationship if they notice Adrian’s obsessive and possessive behavior, put their two-cents in on what they think. Adrian feels threatened by their interference and gets defensive/hostile towards them. He’s determined to protect your relationship, even from people he liked to call his friends

♡ Rorschach is a different story. When he first sees you in the paper linked with Adrian, he thinks you’re a gold digging whore set on sabotaging Adrian. He’s suspicious and distrustful of you. But when he stalked you and Adrian on the streets multiple times, he began to notice how just… unhappy you looked. When Adrian wasn’t looking you would glare at him, you tensed when he touched or kissed you, you repeatedly scanned your surroundings as if looking for somewhere to run, and overall unhappy. All this prompted Rorschach to believe that there was something more going on with the city’s golden couple, something dark hidden

♡ After weeks of digging and investigating and interrogating, Rorschach learns the whole truth. And he’s frankly disgusted with Adrian. He’s the one that tries to intervene the most and take action to protect your well-being and prevent any potential harm. But, when he catches onto Rorschach, Adrian does every little thing in his power to keep him away from you

♡ One of the reasons he chooses his own city to destroy for his plan is to finally and permanently eliminate everyone from your life. Now he’s finally the only one in your life. Why are you crying? He is all that you’re ever going to need, he is more than enough

[bitkahuna]

“I beat the second challenge.”

“Fuck you.” Ron laughed, taking deep breaths.

“The others will probably be back soon.”

Multiple reporters descended upon him, rowing their boats closer to the docks in order to get a scoop on the fastest competitor and Boy Who Lived. Picture after picture was taken of his charming smile amongst the partial mer-features as he bobbed in the water. He didn’t notice the way the flashes of cameras shrank his pupils to slits. The question that rang out was how the hell he did it so quickly. But he insisted that he was lucky enough to pick the right direction and swam much quicker than the rest with his webbed appendages.

Another asked about a recent exposé on Hagrid, in which it was “revealed” that he is half-giant.

Wrong question. Harry’s known for a while that he can only use innocence and tears for so long. If he’d learned anything from Knockturn Alley, it was that any given ploy for innocence has a time limit, and frankly Harry knew that he would always be underestimated. He didn’t have to keep playing the innocent. He was growing older. There were enough front-page pictures of his injuries to prove he was not innocent. If Rita Skeeter wanted to publish private conversation about his new piercings, then fine, maybe this was the beginning of a new era for Harry Potter.

Harry put on a bit of a confused smile. “Oh, well, yes. I’ve found it very concerning that people were surprised by that. They say not enough people get their eyes checked and that more people could do with glasses than actually wear them. I find it a wonderful public service campaign on the importance of getting your eyes checked.”

He heard Ron, still laying on the docks above him, let out a surprised laugh at the cheek.

“But what about the dangers?”

Harry smiled to himself as spite broiled inside of him. This was a radio reporter. They were live.

Perfect.

“To make sure I understand,” he began, letting his Siren charm leak out of him. His charms, he’d noticed, made him much more well-spoken, and if he is going to kill the public attention on Hagrid, he’s got to do it in one hit, and he has to make it hurt. “One of the gentlest and kindest men I’ve ever met, the faithful groundskeeper of Hogwarts who teaches students how to make magical animal friends, is outed for being half-giant, despite it already having been very obvious, and people are now concerned for the safety of students?”

The reporter swallowed, feeling as though he was about to somehow give the wrong answer. “Yes?”

“The backlash against Dementors made sense and gave Dumbledore the support he needed to convince the Ministry to call them off. But now, you’re concerned for the man who stood between students and Dementors on multiple occasions and has a history of protecting students these last few years. If you want to show concern for the safety of students, show concern for a danger that is real. I just fought a dragon. There are students down there who may or may not be drowning. And you’re concerned over the obvious half-giant who has been groundskeeper for years without incident? It doesn’t sound like you’re worried for students, it just sounds like you don’t like giants.“

Above him, Ron let out a soft laugh. He’d never understood how Harry dealt with the media circus. How that charming smile was second-nature to him. Of course, he had no idea it came from years of practice hiding signs of abuse. But in this moment, hearing his friend defend Hagrid in such a well-spoken and absolute manner. He got it.

The redhead sat up, shooting the reporter a grin. “Harry doesn’t like bullies.”

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[froggybrainz]

Part 3 of my au It Stalks!

The rest of lunch was spent with me reading a book while Bernie occasionally showed me a meme off her phone or spilling to me about the newest internet drama between two makeup influencers. Not one second of our time together was wasted, even if we did just sit together under a tree, we would still something to talk about.

Both of us seemed to lose track of time. When I went to pull out my phone, I was greeted by the missed messages from my brother, wondering where I was.

"Crap!"I panicked, realizing that I should have been there to pick him up a whole hour ago. Forgetting to turn or do not disturb has been both my weakness and strength. It comes in handy to not go off while checking out a book at the library, but it sure has its downfalls.

In a hurry, I grabbed my bag and tossed my barely touched lunch into a nearby trash can and went off. My mind was racing, trying to figure out what would be the fastest way to exit into the parking lot. Lost in thought, I was brought back by the sound of feet rapidly getting to me.

"Tag!" A tap on the shoulder from Bernie as she swiftly moved in front of me.

"Hey....No fair....you're used to running compared to me....besides.....my knees hurt..." I panted. It hadn't been but a few feet before I felt my heart pounding. It's kinda embarrassing to say that despite my slim physic that simply running would wear me out so fast. Who knew getting older, ment my body would ache so much. "Besides, I'm older than you. My joints hurt...."

"That's cause you spend most of your time off wasting away in that cave you call a room. Trust me on this one Alex, if you start your day off with me just casually jogging a few laps around the block, you'll start noticing your body bounce back much easier." She responded, only stopping to fix her bra strap. "And hey, who knows, you might end up with legs like mine!" Berine proclaimed, stretching her leg out to bug me.

"Nah, I'm good on that one."

"Come on, the boys will like it or or girls in your into that~"

I rolled my eyes at this comment, and we continued our jog into the parking lot. A final wave of goodbye before we went out own ways. The roads were always busy at this time of day, so I had no problem taking the back roads into the other side of town. It's a bunch of back and forth for me to do to go pick up Zachary from school, then drive all the way back into the other side of town, back near the campus for work. Well, I can't leave him there, so....

Pulling in, I found Zachary sitting near the steps of the school with who looks like one of the older ladies from the front office. Hoping it wasn't about anything negative, I parked my car and rolled down my window.

"Is everything all right, Mrs. Courtney?"

"Oh, nothing too bad for once, just having to stay and wait till yall kids are picked up by their legal guardians. A bit late today, aren't we miss Corbin? Is your doing alright? I haven't seen her here at pick up in a few days. Didn't know how those new meds were treating her."

Zachary got up from the step and ignored the conversation. Not a word heard from him as he clicked his seat belt.

"Surprisingly, that little man was acting just peachy today." She pointed at him.

"Oh really?"

"Oh yes! It was like someone had talked some sense into him for once, and I didn't even hear him talk back to any of his teachers today. Just smooth sailing all day today!"

Hearing such good things about my brother was certainly a surprise, to say the least, and for once I don't feel the urge to make jokes about how he's adopted, I snickered to myself.

The car ride to work was quite but not like this morning with the occasional side eye from Zachary, but more like he wasn't there.

"Hey, so how did today go for you?....learned anything cool?" I tried pry at him but nothing. "Hearing such compliments from Mrs. Courtney was for sure refreshing... you might have earned yourself a treat later!...maybe a slice of Manny's famous Key lime pie!" I teased.

He ignored my offer at first when suddenly he jerked his arm away as if something had pinched him. A frightened look flashed on his face before turning to look at me.

"No, thank you. I'm not hungry..." he replied in a fashion I only see him act in when our grandparents are around. His change in behavior from this morning to now is almost worrying for me. Makes me wonder what really happened at school today.

Pulling into the parking lot behind my job I sneak him in through the back door, it's not the first time I've brought him here but not every customer appreciates seeing an under age kid sitting in a booth at a bar. My boss Manny understands the situation of needing to watch him after school, and he tells me I can bring him as long as he stays in the break room. Don't need him wandering off back into the kitchen. The next health inspector might not find humor in seeing an unexpected kid hiding in the stock room, sneaking chips.

Time seemed to drag on at work, with most of the traffic being only a few friends coming in for a chill night and some beer. For what felt like the 5th time, I wiped down the tables and pretended to be busy "organizing the freezer" I was on my phone....when the night really started to feel like it was going in slow motion, a group of rambunctious frat boys made their way in as they crammed themselves into the booths near the tvs. Hearing their conversations about last nights party and how this girl did that and what not. The loud groups weren't my favorite to deal with, but the tips usually made up for any headache they caused. I signed clicking my pen. I made my way over to take the guys' orders, the smell of weed and alcohol now more prominent the closer I got to them. Knowing the law requires me to refuse service to those already under the influence, and especially drugs, I have to kindly ask them to leave.

"I'm sorry to say this, fellas, but I don't think I can serve yall tonight. I'm unfortunately not allowed to serve bar hoppers, especially if they're under the influence of any possible drugs. It's not good for business here -" Before I could finish, I felt a hand grip my waist.

"Oh, don't worry about us, sweet cheeks. Now, what's your name?" Disgusted. I smacked his hand away from me and backed away. The man persisted and got up from the booth, but before he could close the gap between us, Manny placed himself between me and him.

"Hey! Hey! Hey now, what the hell are you thinking here boy, now sit your drunk ass back down or better yet. I think you should leave after that stunt!"

"Now who the fuck you think you are you old fat fuck?! Now stop cockblocking me this has nothing to do with you now piss off!" The man raised his voice, but Manny didn't move, nor was he intimidated by this scrawny kid. Manny was a older overweight man, but don't let his calm nature fool you, he had seen his fair share of bar fights and has a crooked nose to prove of it! He wasn't gonna let a guy like him show him up.

"Yknow what fuck this! If you're gonna act like this boy then there is only one way to take care of an ass like you!", Manny gestured his hand at me. "Alex, there should be a gun hidden under the counter, go grab it for me." This threat seemed to had worked for the guy and all of his friends scattered like cockroaches out the door. They were all gone as fast as they arrived, Manny chuckled at the sight as it seemed to had made his day. Oh what a hell of a way to have my night go just 3 hours in, what a shame I could of really used the tips....

Shocked from the whole experience, I made my way behind the bar counter and laid my head down into the palms of my head. What the fuck, was the only thing I could muster to myself. The embarrassment from the whole thing just made me wanna drop dead in my spot. Drinking on the job Oh how it tempted me...

The sound of slow paced and heavy feet waddled over to me as I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. It was Manny.

"Hey"

"Hmmm..."

"You okay? I know it was a lot earlier, and I'm sorry you had to deal with that...working at a bar near a college campus isn't for the weak. If you want, I can let you go home early. I'm not gonna keep you here if you're not up to it. Besides, I think you should get your brother home... I'm pretty sure he was done pasted out by the looks of it , drooled all over the napkins in there, too." He joked, nudging me with his elbow.

I wasn't too keen on leaving then first three hours in but who am I to deny getting to go to bed early for once. I hug Manny for protecting me and I after one last trip to the bathroom to wash my face, I find a to-go container containing a slice of Key lime pie sitting next to my purse. I smiled looking at the small plastic container before picking it up and ,making my way over to the break room, where Zachary had buried himself under his jacket, catching some z's. I gently nudged his shoulder to wake him up and I escorted him back through the parking lot and into my car.

I helped carry his backpack into the backseat, where he decided to lay his groggy head back down. Maybe he's getting sick? I thought a bit worried. Lord knows if one gets sick, then the whole house gets sick! Like the rats carrying the plague. I thought. looking back at him in my rear view mirror, I turn the heat on a warm 75 just to keep him comfortable if he was really getting sick. But I digress...

The ride home was calm and quiet with the most noise I heard was the hum of the heat blowing through the vents. Turning into my mom's driveway, I pulled up to the carport to park when my headlights showed the absence of my mom's car not being home, and my stomach sank a bit. Maybe she meant she'll be home after dinner....I parked my car and pulled out my phone, hoping to see a missed message from her. Nothing....

Sitting there in the driveway, I anxiously refreshed my messages before making the decision that I needed to call her. Still no answer...."Come on, mom, the hospital kept you late before, but never this late!" The time read off 8:20pm.

The voice of my therapist reminded me to take deep breaths and to not let my anxiety get the better of me. Slowly, I held my breath and exhaled to help ease my nerves when all progress was lost when a familiar yet haunting beep screeched from my phone....

*BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

*BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

*BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

"A civil authority has issued an amber alert emergency for the following counties -"

I didn't let it finish. I kicked it into reverse and sped off like bat from hell. I didn't care that Zachary fell into the floor of my car. I only had one thing on my mind, and that was to find my mom.

And that concludes this page. Now I swear I'll be bringing in Jack real soon. In fact, he's already here! :)

[daisymerollingg]

Flashy flash, falling inlove?

Genre; fluff, hcs

Pairing; Flashy flash x reader

side note; My brain does not shut up save me please save me from my suffering. Also I should make this a series, no?

long

not proofread cuz its 2:40 am

I can only think of 2 types of people he’d fall for: someone who is strong, close to his strength or even stronger, or a normal civilian who completely gives 0 shits about him.

Because the other scenario is funnier, I’m gonna do that one. But if you want the first scenario too, just lmk 😋

Your first encounter with this guy was when you were heading home late, after an exhausting, long shift. You had a taser on you, if you live in a world full of Monsters and chaos you’ll have to learn to protect yourself, no?

also, you just so happened to always attract monsters where ever you go.

Unfortunately for you, however, the monster that you encountered that day was immune to the electrical voltage of your stun gun.

When you had jammed your taser into its body, and it gave no reaction, you attempted to run but the feind yanked you by your arm, and started taunting you.

but before anything else could happen, a small gust of wind wizzed past you, and the monster was left in clean-cut pieces on the ground. It took you a moment to process what just happened before flashy flash suddenly appeared, standing over the orge’s dismantled being.

first thing you did when your mind gears started shifting again was glance down at your body, and make sure all your limbs and belongings were intact. All while flashy flash stood, rather awkwardly, before you. Probably waiting for some kind of reaction.

When you finally felt his intense gaze, you offered him a flat ‘thank you’.

then started walking away.

he was taken aback by your reaction.

He stopped you from leaving, and started almost lecturing you about walking alone at such a late hour. You just stared at him, trying to hide your annoyance. You just wanted to get home.

When you still gave him a monotoned response he said. “I’m flashy flash...”

You stared at him with unamusement.

”…the S-class hero.”

”oh, that’s nice…?” -You

”you do know who I am, no??” -flash

”ahaha,, oh yeah! Definitely!” You, obviously lying.

His ego was wounded.

How could you have not heard of him before? Him! The fastest hero alive!

there was definitely something wrong with you, no normal person would react the way you did. So he decided he needed to get to the bottom of this.

He starts following you around. And takes note of everything you do.

there isn’t much to you, though.

He concludes that: You’re just average, and overworked. And you look quite nice too, your outfit choices are perfect. They really compliment you. Also the way you handle yourself is rather refreshing, not to mention your resilience and…

But also, you attract trouble a lot. And since he’s always following you, he ends up taking care of a few himself, but he does like to watch you take down the monsters yourself too, he enjoys seeing how you catch them off guard with your taser, and how you rarely ever look the slightest bit shaken before them, no matter how grotesque they look.

After 5 times of him saving you from yet another problem, you start to grow suspicious and confront him… he plays it off well, and starts to pursue a small conversation with you….

then finds out you don’t even remember his name.

”what are you talking about, I definitely know your name… uh, flashy dash, right?” -you.

Yeah, he needed to stop being around you for the sake of his own mental health.

To help himself cope with your nonchalant attitude and the fact you didn’t even bother looking him up once after the countless times he saved you. He just stops stalking you.

I mean, why would he? He already crossed out any suspicions he had of you.

When he stopped, though, he started missing you??

he didn’t even understand what he was feeling. I mean, yeah, sure, your face was nice, and I guess you were a little cool. You’re strong in a way he didn’t even know someone could be. And I guess you’re a pleasant person. And he likes your hobbies, and what you do, and watching you do it. Maybe. But so what??

He starts growing irritable. You’re always consuming his mind.

It must be because he was around you for so long, his brain is simply not used to the switch of routine. Yes! That’s definitely it!

A month passes. With him going out of his way to avoid even the mere sight of you.

AND HIS EMOTIONS ARE GETTING WORSE!

worse as in stronger, more roudy, and more overbearing.

He starts to resent you in a way, and he feels frustrated with himself.

How could he be so allured by someone so incredibly normal, someone who doesn’t even remember his name, while he knows every single detail about them!?

When the feelings get too intense, to the point they’re interfering with his hero work. He decides to go and confront you.

Maybe if he speaks with you, he could find something to hate about you. Something he doesn’t like about your personality, or about your face, just anything that could trick his mind into being revolted by you.

”oh, hey flashy flash.” -You

His heart leaps. His breathing stops for a moment and his mind goes blank.

you remembered his name, you greeted him first!

He sucked in a deep breath and masked the ghostly joy on his features.

He was going to insult you, or make a backhanded comment, just anything to tick you off and make you feel the slightest bit frustrated, like he’s been frustrated for the past month.

But when his lips parted to spew out the harsh sentences he had been practicing in his head on the way here… nothing would come out.

He couldn’t do it. Not with the way your gorgeous hues were peering at him with genuine curiosity.

He just asked about your day instead. His voice was low and a bit awkward, but his face was firm with his usual stern expression.

He tried to ignore the racing beat of his heart when you smiled at him, or when you asked about his day, or cracked a light-hearted joke every now and then

He tried to calm his breathing through his nose, but he didn’t think he could keep his composure for long.

He quickly wraps up the discussion, and felt his heart ache slightly when you didn’t seem the slightest bit bothered by his urgency to leave.

Either way. He couldn’t stop thinking about that interaction. His mind kept wondering back to the way you looked at him, to the gravitating way your lips moved, to your words, to your voice-

He definitely couldn’t avoid you after this. Maybe he’ll just enjoy having these feelings for you, for a little bit…

He starts going up to you more often. A lot of the times when your heading back from work, and there aren’t much people on the streets.

You question his intentions, and he simply states that you attract too many monsters, and it’s his job to take care of them. You didn’t really buy it but didn’t bother probing much.

He was wrong about something. You weren’t normal. You didn’t care about what other people thought. You carried yourself so definitely from everyone else. You knew what to prioritize.

You didn’t treat him like a hero. You treated him more like a good friend. He didn’t know how good that felt until you had entered his life. (actually he’s the one that entered your life but anyhow)

and you were simply enchanting.

Still, he didn’t like that you barely knew anything about his very flashy, and amazing, career and talent.

How he confesses… One day, on your usual walk with flashy flash after work, you ask him about his hero work. He gets slightly excited at that and straightens his back a little.

He tries to keep everything he says low-key, like “Yeah, I do this and that. I mostly work alone. i neutralize the enemy quickly. I’m very busy mhm.”

You just nod attentively and continue to ask more questions, and to say that he was elated would be an understatement.

It was when you ask. “What rank are you in again? B, right? Or A?” (you forgot S class even existed) that everything goes south.

He stops walking and tries to hide the disheveled look on his face.

He hated the constriction in his chest.

He was an S-class hero, one of the strongest, the fastest. Defeated the most viscous monsters to walk this earth

And, yet he was still another hero name, still another rank you could barely remember.

How weak does he seem to you?

”S-class.” He muttered, his voice cooler than it had been before.

”oh? What does that stand for, special-class?” You let out an awkward chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

“I have to go.”

You’re about to protest and ask him what’s wrong, but he’s already gone in a blink.

He couldn’t stand it anymore. You, a weak civilian, looking down on him?? You didn’t deserve him. (or at least that’s what he was telling himself)

Even though he couldn’t deny the yearning in his heart, he started avoiding you like the plague. Going out of his way to patrol areas that he knew you had no way of being in.

a few days after the incident, when flashy flash is no where to be found, you knew you had done something to hurt him, and that he was avoiding you.

So you start looking for him,

it takes you weeks to finally catch him.

you’re at a minor incident site and wait patiently behind a wall, hiding away from the monsters, for flashy flash to hopefully appear.

And appear he does.

your face lights up at the sight of him, and after he takes care of the few weak monsters, you rush iut of your hiding spot and yell out for him, grasping his arm so he couldn’t leave.

He doesn’t look at you and stays quiet, trying to contain the turmoil in his mind.

You start apologizing for everything wrong you think you could’ve done. And admit that you missed him.

He’s a bit taken aback by this, his eyes visibly widening at the confession.

He explains how he was hurt by the fact that you didn’t acknowledge his strength or rank. He didn’t mean for his thought to spill like that.

You two have a bit of an awkward back and forth, and when silence settles between you two, that’s when he confesses.

His words are elegant and romantic, even if his voice is a bit strained, and his features are slightly distressed, it still doesn’t fail to leave you awe-stricken. (Shhwhahhawgwahahah)

He’s not surprised when you reciprocate his feelings. (cuz his ego is still high asf)

How he is in a relationship,,,

He’s a very busy man, so he doesn’t spend much time with you, but when he does, he makes sure to shower you with compliments and love. He’s very skilled when it comes to verbal affection and doesn’t shy away from showing off his talent.

Speaking of showing off, he always tries to show off to you. If youre watching him fight, he’ll use unnecessary, extra-flashy moves, and glances at you every once in awhile to make sure you’re watching.

When you’re on a date, he makes sure there are zero distractions for him, and rarely ever has to excuse himself because of his hero duties. He wants everything he does for you to be perfect.

his love language is gift giving and quality time.

he SHOWERS you with expensive gifts, and anything you want. If your eye lingers on something, he’s already at the checkout with every colour option of that thing.

He has the money, so of course he’ll spoil you rotten.

Your outings too are also very lavish.

Even though he does spend a lot of time fighting monsters and saving the city, he values the time he spends with you more than anything. He doesn’t care what you are doing as long as you’re beside him.

Honestly, I don’t see him being big on physical touch, he loves it from you though. Adores it when you lovingly caress his face, embrace him or nuzzle closer to him.

PDA is a no-no, BUT, if he gets jealous of someone who is getting a little too close to you. His hands are magnets and you’re the metal. He’s pulling you close by your hips, pressing you close to his chest as he makes passive-aggressive remarks or simply glares at the individual he’s jealous of. (How cliche)

When he’s having a bad day, he’ll collapse into your arms and asks you to massage his scalp while he complains about it, his arms wrapped around your waist.

His kisses are very passionate and lingering. He’ll often have his hands softly holding the side of your face while the other cradles the back of your head. He loves planting kisses all over you.