#Super-Fast Rectifier

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like i would | s.r

pairing: spencer reid x bau!fem!reader

a/n: ok im gonna be honest idk how i feel about this one, i just wanted to finish it and put it out so apologies in advance if its not the best lol. this was requested with the prompt "i bet he can't fuck you like i can"! feedback and reblogs are always appreciated ! thanks for being paitent while i got this one out <3

cw: 18+ minors dni, smut, fingering, munch!spencer, jealous!spencer, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you whack it), reader's bf has a name which i hate in fics but its so hard to write this trope without a name so, afab!reader,

summary: a confession about your sex life makes it's way to the one person you'd hope wouldn't hear, and now he's determined to rectify the way you've been wronged

wc: 4.5k

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you were a great asset to the bau. it was why you were personally recommended by emily to transfer out of sex crimes, the skill set you brought alongside the field training you had proved to be vital for the team’s success lately. you were also a great asset to the team. the bau was notorious for having people turnover fast, and you knew they were apprehensive with newcomers. but you managed to hit it off with every single member, one more than others.

spencer reid did not expect someone like you to join the team. not that he didn’t have faith in your talents and skills, he’s read your file and obviously knows you’re more than qualified to be here. he just did not expect someone who looked like you to join the team, someone who didn’t look beaten down by the horrors of the world and still believed in pots of gold at the end of rainbows. 

it didn’t help that you were so beautiful he literally would feel his heart ache when you walked in. like literally, would have to rub his chest to soothe the pain. and as spencer would, he would logic out his feelings with science because that’s all they are, scientific chemical reactions in the body. but what he felt in your friendship, what he felt when he was lucky enough to be in your presence, was something no textbook, theorem, or equation could explain.

so imagine the size of the fucking hammer coming down on his head when he finds out you have a boyfriend who: 1. is not him, and 2. is an actual real life bozo.

apparently you’d been seeing damon from organized crime for about a month now, that’s what he heard from penelope, and you ‘claim’ to be super happy. 

spencer doesn’t buy it.

he’s seen the way your ‘relationship’ operates, and he’s got the facts to back it up. damon never lets you get a word in when you’re in group settings, even purposefully talking over you when you’re clearly attempting to speak. majority of the time he’s condescending about your job as a profiler for the bau, saying that him and his team bring down drug rings, but you guys ‘just read their horoscope or whatever and decide the killer.’

it made spencer’s blood boil hotter than the sun. he couldn’t figure out why you put up with it, and why you continue to.

the final straw that broke the camel's back about his disapproval on your relationship choices, is what he overheard on the jet one time on the way back from a case.

the girls were talking in the back of the jet, unaware of spencer’s very awake mind despite his visibly sleeping body.

“i don’t know guys,” you had started with a sigh, “you think it’s weird right?”

“that your own boyfriend won’t go down on you? yeah hon, that’s fucking weird.” emily strikes.

“what did he say exactly?” jj asked.

“he said it increases the risk of STIs on the mouth? and doesn’t like the feeling of thighs crushing his head? and that even with all the … grooming … it’s still unnatural ?”

emily gagged while jj continued, “um…but do you like…on him?”

“yes! he literally won’t touch me unless i do!” you rage whisper.

“i am about to give him an organized crime to deal with,” emily half jokes, “what an asshole, why are you still with him?”

“i don’t know, he’s still nice to me i guess, and maybe i’m just being dramatic. or maybe i’m just not someone people go down on, who knows.” you sigh.

spencer stops listening, he can’t hear you talk so poorly of yourself. not when it’s so far from the truth yet you’ve been indoctrinated to think it’s accurate. how anyone could take advantage of you like that is beyond him, but it did light a fire inside of him and made him determined to help you realize you deserve so much better. if that happens to be him, then who is he to fight that?

—

spencer doesn’t get his chance to prove it to you for another two weeks, when you’d come over to his apartment for a movie night after getting in a fight with damon, your date night being canceled and leading you to spencer’s doorsteps, all dolled up with tears lining your eyes asking to come in.

he doesn’t even have time to be mad at your shithole boyfriend when he’s ushering you inside, offering you to sit on the couch while he goes and put a kettle on the stove for tea.

“i’m really sorry to just show up like this, spence.”

he doesn’t even blink before calling out from the kitchen, “don’t apologize, i’m always here for you. anytime and anywhere.”

you give him a soft smile before returning your gaze to the soft glow of doctor who.

he returns cradling two mugs in one hand and a pack of haribo gummies in the other. spencer doesn’t care for gummies, he’s more of a chocolate guy, but he knows it’s your favorite. so he makes sure to keep a couple bags in his apartment for you.

“my favorite!” you gush. his heart warms at your smile as he sits next to you on the couch. you naturally gravitate towards him to lean your head on his shoulder, and it’s automatic for spencer to wrap an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer.

the whirs and whooshes of the tardis fill the silence for the next hour as you visibly become calmer than when you first arrived. he decides this is a good time to ask, “do you want to talk about it?” as he turns his head to look at you.

“i don’t know,” you say quietly popping another gummy in, “i’m starting to believe it's just a me problem. like, maybe i’m just objectively not a great partner, and that’s why we keep getting in these fights. you know this time, he said i’m not worth all the effort and stress i bring him and that because of me he’s gonna bald at 29? i’m not a scientist like you or anything but even i know that, at least, can’t be my fault.” you end with a chuckle.

spencer knows he should probably comfort you in this time of honesty you’ve graced him with, squash your insecurities like a pesky bug on the windshield, and tell you how beautiful you are in as many words it’ll take for you to believe it (and he knows a lot of words).

but right now? he’s just fucking pissed.

not at you, never at you. at your situation, yes. at that sorry excuse of a partner let alone agent, immensely.

so he can’t help what escapes his mouth next, “why do you let yourself get treated like shit?”

you look up at him in surprise, at both the cursing and what he said, “what?”

“you’re constantly talking about how awful he treats you, and yet everyday you still go back to him knowing it’s going to repeat the next day. i just want to know why you don’t respect yourself enough to not let that happen to you.”

pulling away to sit far from him on the couch,  you start letting the annoyance show on your face, “spencer, that’s not fair at all. you think it’s my fault? do you really think i want to feel like this?”

“yes!” he shouts, “you seem like you do with how much you crawl back to him everytime, and everytime you let him back in.”

“okay, i think i should go,” you stand up and grab your things, “it was a mistake to come here, goodbye spencer.”

he grabs your wrist before you can get too far, “i just have to know, what is it?”

“what’s what spence, let me go.”

“what keeps you going back to him, it can’t be because you love him. it’s obviously not because you’re happy with him,” he lets out.

“you don’t know anything about me or my life, spencer!” you snatch away your arm and start heading towards the door.

“it’s definitely not because the sex is good, because i know it’s not.”

any emotion you had on your face wipes away like an etch a sketch, staring blankly at the door, hearing the man you’ve harbored a crush on since you started at the bureau years ago, telling you he knows your sex life is abysmal.

your voice comes out small, “h- how would you know that?” you don’t dare to turn around, knowing that if you did any resolve you held onto, any denial of emotions you’ve stripped from yourself would come pouring out like a broken dam.

the couch groans at a loss of weight, and the floorboards creak closer and closer to you.

“i heard you, on the jet.”

you’re especially glad he can’t see the blood draining from your face. if your heart already wasn’t at your feet, it’s most likely six feet under at this point. 

he heard you?

“when you were talking with the others about how he doesn’t reciprocate, and won’t sleep with you unless you get him off.” he continues.

the room is getting hotter by the millisecond, temperature about to be comparable to the sun’s core. it’s one thing to have just anyone hear the intimate details of your life, but spencer? the man to which you’d been using damon to get over?

the only sound that can be heard is your increasingly heavy breathing, and spencer feels like he’s caught a fish on his line and is ready to reel you in as he inches closer to you.

“you’re okay with that? not being taken care of in the way you deserve?”

his presence is merely nanometers behind you, the ghost of his fingers looking for landing on your hips. when you don’t move away, and he hears your breath hitch at the contact, he sets his hands more earnestly on your curves as he leans down to the nape of your neck.

“just don’t know,” kiss, “how anyone,” kiss, “wouldn’t want,” kiss, “to give you everything.” kiss.

your head lolls back onto his firm chest as he whispers in your ear, “cat got your tongue, sweetheart? you were so mouthy not even five minutes ago. be honest with me, has he even ever made you come?”

the whimpers escape you without warning and you find a single decibel of voice to speak, “spencer…” hoping the whine would dissuade him to let it go.

“uh uh, i asked you a question,” his arm tightens around the front of your waist to press back and fully feel him, “answer me.”

your lexicon has depleted except for the one word you know he’s desperately waiting for you to say, and the one he knows is the answer. yet you know the second it leaves your mouth, everything changes. and maybe you’re okay with that.

“no.”

spencer hums lowly, “has anyone made you come?”

“no.” you say again, softer this time.

“should we change that?”

this was not what you expected when you came to see him after your failed night out. the amount of processing you’d done in the last year to essentially not be thinking about spencer 24/7 was extensive. and you were ready to render it all useless in a matter of seconds.

so you let the strap of your bag fall down your arm and hit the ground with a thud, and finally turned around to look the good doctor in his eyes. while his voice held traces of anger and frustration, you came to see his eyes were full of reassurance and comfort, the spence you always knew to prioritize your wellbeing more than anything.

he looked down at you and slid his hand to up to cup your jaw, and he hears the smallest murmur, so delicate yet so full of want leave your lips.

“yes.”

that was all spencer needed to catch your lips in a heated kiss, moving your body to the closest wall as he places a hand behind your head to protect you from the wall’s impact while the other pins your waist to the wall.

you move your arms to wrap around his neck and keep him pinned to you with no escape, like he’d ever want to. his lips detach from yours and make a descent towards your neck again, taking deliberate effort to locate the sensitive spots.

he finds one just behind your ear and spends time sucking and bruising up the spot, relishing in the soft whimpers leaving your mouth. while you’re lost in the sensation on your neck, you don’t notice spencer move one of his hands closer to the button of your pants, effortlessly (and impressively) opening it up.

detaching from your neck with a heavy pant, he moves back to lean against your forehead with his own and look you in the eyes to ask, “is this okay? we can stop if you want, i didn’t mean to be so forw-“

“please don’t stop.”

he searches your eyes for any conflict and finds none, considering it the okay to continue his downward descent. he returns his lips to the second home they’ve made on your lips and starts to push your pants down over the curve of your ass, leaving your panties on.

the flash of purple lace underwear glares at him when he glances down, and suddenly he remembers what got him in this position in the first place.

“were you wearing this for him?” he lets out condescendingly, “you really think he deserved to see you like this?”

spencer’s fingers brush against your front, leaving your heavy breaths hitting him in the face. you can’t think of anything to say. hell, you’re not even sure if you know any words right now. all you can offer is a pathetic moan, and spencer doesn’t think that’s enough.

“come on, don’t get all shy now. what were you expecting him to even do, hm? thought you said he didn’t care about making you feel good.” he taunts as his middle finger traces the outlines of your cunt through your panties.

you shudder at the contact, leaning your head back against the wall as he refuses to break eye contact. he’s waiting for you to say something, raising his eyebrows expectantly as he’s slowed down his movements on you. taking a shallow breath you open your mouth, “h-, he didn’t care, just thought if i ke-, kept looking nice he’d wanna, fuck, do something.” you moan out.

“and did he?” he moved his hand back up to slowly slip into your panties.

his finger dips all the way down to your entrance to gather your wetness and spread it all the way back up to your clit, your mouth dropping open as you let out a whiny, “no.”

“what a shame.” he dips a finger into your hole and you let out a pornographic moan.

he drags his finger in and out slowly making sure to watch your face as it contorts in pleasure. once he feels you’ve gotten used to it he slips in a second finger, increasing the pace and moving his thumb to circle your clit again.

“oh fuck,” you cry.

“baby, you’re so tight.” he whispers. the way you clenched around his two digits made feel almost pussy drunk, and he wasn’t even inside you yet. he starts to wonder if damon was doing anything really to prioritize your pleasure, and it only just worked him up more. he felt more determined to bring you to finish, so he picks up the pace and increases the pressure on your clit.

you drop your head to his shoulder no longer being able to hold yourself up anymore, the sensation of his fingers on you taking over, loose whimpers and moans falling out of your mouth every other second.

“spencer…shit, i’m gonna come…”

“let go for me, baby.” he whispers in your ear.

the pleasure barrels through you like a wrecking ball, knocking the wind out of your mind and body. your legs turn into jelly and you almost fall before spencer holds you up. you try to regulate your breathing into his shoulder, hoping to calm down before you look up and meet his eyes again.

he makes that choice for you when he gingerly lifts your head up, his eyes silently asking if you’re okay. you don’t even bother responding before softly pressing your lips to his again, hoping he can feel your response to his silent question.

the kiss picks up in urgency, and soon his hands are back to exploring your body again. they slide down to the backs of your thighs while he murmurs a small, “jump.” and lifts you to wrap your legs around his waist. without breaking the kiss he walks you both to his bedroom and places you on his bed with care.

his fists flank you on both sides as he leans down to kiss you, and he moves further down kissing along your neck and chest. you reach down to the bottom of your top to pull it over your head, leaving you in the purple lacy bra that matches your panties.

he detaches from you and stands at full height, gazing at the sight of you spread out on his bed with your hair framing you like a halo. he can’t even help himself when he says, “you look so beautiful, angel.” the blush rises to your cheeks, and you beckon him to come back down to which he happily obliges.

spencer moves down further towards your hips, and his lips ghost over the lace band spreading along your waist. his fingers play with the fabric and he moves his face to be directly in line with your clothed cunt. your breathing gets heavy, and you anticipate what he’s about to do.

“wait, you don’t, you don’t have to do that, spence. i already came.” starting to feel a bit guilty at the man above you potentially feeling obligated to do this, as you realize that if he heard you on the jet, he heard about the one thing damon refused to do for you.

“sweetheart, i’d love to keep making you feel good as long as you let me, okay? you gonna let me make you feel good?” he breaths, pressing chaste kisses to your inner thighs.

you give a slight nod and he gently pulls your panties off your legs, marveling at the light glistening off your cunt. he kisses up the plush of your thighs before pausing right where you need him the most. you look down at him and meet his unwavering eyes full of love.

he places a long kiss to your core before licking a long stripe. you moan out languishly, the euphoric feeling taking over every sense in your body. you’re unable to comprehend how you went so long without feeling this, it almost feels criminal. and the way spencer was eating you out, felt like this was doing it for him too even though you were the one getting pleasured. 

it turned you on even more to know he was getting off on how much you were enjoying this. your head was spinning off into another realm, and the only thing tethering you to this reality was the grip of your hands in his hair. his tongue made circles and shapes all over your cunt before dipping down to thrust into your hole.

your thighs shake and threaten to clamp shut on his head, and he uses his wide hands to wrap around your thighs to hold them in place. “oh my god fuck, that feels so good…spence…please..” you’re not even sure what you’re begging for, but of course, spencer does when he adds a finger into your hole and moves his tongue to focus back on your clit. the combined sensations were enough to tip you over the edge for the second time tonight, your release glistening on his chin as he moved back up to kiss your lips again.

your heavy panting tries to bring you back down from your high, a mix of sweat and the taste of you lingering everywhere. 

spencer smooths your hair back as he moves his body to lie next to you, “i think, damon’s a fucking loser, if he doesn’t think that’s worth doing.” he says between pants.

you hum in agreement, or just in acknowledgement at whatever he said since you’re still reeling from the endorphin release. hiking your leg over his body to straddle him, you clumsily reach for his belt and attempt to undo the clasps to reach his growing member. you pull his pants down and palm him through his boxers, reveling in the broken moans falling from his mouth. you start inching downwards when spencer grabs you by the forearms and flips you over so you’re back on the bed staring up at him.

“not tonight, sweetheart. it’s about you right now, wanna make sure you know what you deserve.”

“but…” you pathetically respond.

“i don’t know what that neanderthal tells you, but sex is not transactional. i think if i ever see that guy again, i’d punch him for making you think otherwise.”

the words go straight to your core, turning you on even more. spencer takes note of how your pupils widen and your chin tilts up towards him.

“besides,” he presses his crotch to yours, “the sex wasn’t even that good with him, right?”

you moan out again, unable to find words to satisfy his question. he leans back up and off the bed to fully remove his boxers and you finally get a good look at what was underneath.

holy fuck, he was huge. you propped yourself on your forearms to get a better look at him, and watched as he lazily stroked himself while he sauntered back over to you. the image was so lewd, you hoped you could borrow some of his eidetic memory so you could hold on to this moment forever.

his face held a smug smirk at your awestruck one, and he felt his ego inflate even higher, “by the looks of your reaction, i’m guessing he’s never been much of a, challenge, for you in bed has he?”

you dumbly shake your head no, “definitely not as big as you.” you whisper, more to yourself than him.

his smirk grows wider, “don’t worry, baby, i’ll take real good care of you.” he says as he climbs over you to line himself up to your entrance.

you feel him slowly start to push in, the sensation of being split open growing bigger by the second. your brows furrow and your eyes are shut tight as you wait for the pressure to turn into pleasure.

if spencer thought you around his fingers had him pussydrunk, what he’s feeling now has to be close to pussy poisoning or something because he cannot think of anything in existence that feels as good as the walls of your cunt clenching around his cock. it’s taking everything in him to not break, to just fuck you senseless and reach his peak.

once his hips are flush with yours and he’s fully settled within you, he waits for you to give him the okay to move.

you, on the other hand, have never felt more full ever. damon was not nearly this big, nor has any other guy you’ve been with. it’s a bit of a miracle on how it fit inside you, and how it felt better than anything you could’ve imagined. the pressure and slight pain subsides, and with a slight nod spencer takes the cue to start moving.

the first thrust has you both moaning out in harmony together, and he sets the pace nice and slow so as to make sure you’re comfortable.

but it's not enough for you, you need him to fuck you.

“spence…harder.”

he stills at your word, leaning up so he’s perpendicular to you.

“whatever you say, princess.”

and he starts pounding into you, hips rutting at a pace you can’t even keep up with. the whimpers and moans gush out as the familiar coil begins to build within you. he taps your leg to lift it up over his shoulder to allow him deeper access, and he’s able to reach that one spot you’d heard about from all your friends, on reddit, in movies. you had no idea this type of feeling even existed, and spencer was hitting it with precision every single thrust over and over.

“fuck,” you whine.

“that feel good, baby?” he teases, “the way you’re squeezing my cock so tight, i doubt that fucker ever made you feel like this, huh?”

your tits bounce with every thrust, and the deepened angle has you reaching your climax fast. spencer feels it too and drops his head to whisper in your ear.

“i bet he’s never fucked you like this,” he continues his taunt, “he’d never be able to fuck you like i can, make you come three times in one night like i can.”

you whimper, “spencer,”

“say it, sweetheart. say no one’s ever fucked you like me.”

he was trying to kill you, death during intercourse would be a crazy way to go out but it’s a fate you’d be willing to accept. nonetheless, you comply.

“never ever, fuck, been fucked like you, baby.”

spencer has never felt more satisfied, “good girl, now come.” and with a final thrust he lets you reach your peak as he releases himself into you.

in the midst of groans he gingerly pulls out of you and you whimper at the loss.

the next few minutes are just filled with the sounds of yours and his heavy breathing, before spencer leans over to you, “was that too much?”

still in your daze you let out a soft giggle, “spencer, i think you’ve ruined all men for me.”

he smiles back, “i meant what i said, damon’s really stupid if he’s not willing to do all that for you.”

you intertwine your hand with his, “you know, i never really liked him anyway. i was just using him to get over you.”

“me?” he says incredulously.

you nod, “i didn’t know if you would’ve felt the same so i just tried to move on to someone else, stupid i know, but i don’t know it made sense then.”

he pulls you closer to rest in the crevice of his chest, “i have been into you since the day you walked into the bullpen, and letting you slip through my fingers is a mistake i will never make again.”

you hug him tightly before groaning out loud, “shit, i have to tell damon it’s over now don’t i.”

“i mean, i could tell him if you want.”

“spence, no. i think you might kill him.” you laugh, “i can do it, i just don’t want him to get all ‘organized crime’ on me.”

“just tell him i have a gun.”

“so does he?”

“mine’s bigger.” he smirks.

you roll your eyes, “well, yes.”

[heyimkana]

Hello again, Kana! How do you think Husband!Jinwoo and Yandere!Jinwoo would react if they accidentally hurt the reader because they were too rough in bed with her? I feel like the former would never be able to forgive himself and would do everything in his power to rectify this (i.e., healing her right away, frequent apologies, and promises of never doing that again, hands-on after care, words of reassurance, discussion of a safe word and boundaries, etc). He's such a green flag! Whereas yan! Jinwoo feels like more of a wildcard. I'm not sure if he would be horrified or aroused and eager to push the reader even further until pain and pleasure coalesce into one.

Hello, Courtney ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ thank you for the ask!

ooooooooh okay okay listen... in my head, what makes husband!jinwoo different from yandere!jinwoo is the part where he'll sacrifice his own feelings for the sake of her well-being/happiness. that's it.

like if reader broke up with him, if she somehowwww stopped loving him, and she insisted on leaving him no matter how much he tried to win her heart again, husband!jinwoo would let her go. if there was another man she loved, if that man could make her feel happier than he ever could, he'd let her go, and he'd just be alone for the rest of his life, suffering and drowning in his regret. it's also the reason why in part 2 of Pillow Talk (idk if you've read it) there's a scene where jinwoo said he'd never turn reader into a shadow soldier.

but yandere!jinwoo... oh yandere!jinwoo doesn't take no for an answer. If she runs away from him, he'll hunt her down. if she says she's in love with another man, that man's dead. and when she dies, he'll turn her into his shadow so he can be with her forever.

that's the difference but everything else, they're pretty much the same, especially when it comes to sex. both husband!jinwoo and yandere!jinwoo are the type than can be super rough and feral in bed (in the most loving way ofc) but they'll never hurt reader or do anything that she's not ready for. husband!jinwoo is the soft dom type, always praising her, always gentle with her, and yandere!jinwoo is the same too but like... he's a bit more pushy? idk how to explain this so i'll give you an example:

husband!jinwoo's reaction if you tell him he's being too rough: he'll completely stop for a moment, kiss your shoulder lovingly and say, "I'm sorry, Angel, I'll go slow, okay?"

yandere!jinwoo's reaction if you tell him he's being too rough: he'll slow down but never stopping, changing his thrusts from fast and rough to slow but DEEP, and he'll kiss your cheek and say, "It's all right, baby, you can take it. my sweet girl can take anything i give her. we'll do it nice and slow, yeah? that's it, baby, take a deep breath. you're doing so well."

[eviltiddyproductions]

I know parents parent for the first time and deserve grace but Haein’s mom in Queen of Tears simply pisses me off. She’s pretty close to the female lead’s mom in CLOY like, your love for your child exists in a labyrinth. Even I as the viewer have to look a little hard to find it.

No child should have to live like this. Carrying a burden or a wound, that’s literally inflicted by their parent.

What pisses me off the most is that characters in most shows worldwide are just forced to forgive parents in their show. It happened in CLOY, it’ll happen in QoT and it happened in Where the Camellia Blooms too!

I just threw out a lot of random examples and to be fair at least the mom in Camellia tried extremely hard to rectify the damage she’d caused but the former two? unserious !!!

my memories of CLOY are not that strong to give word for word examples but the mom in QoT just angers me 😭

you can’t just blame your child for the death of their sibling like that’s their sibling too ?!!!! that’s an insane thing to do. and to guilt them their entire life? prefer other children over them and the sheer refusal to acknowledge any hurt she’s causing to her daughter ???

all she does is yell, say extremely hurtful things, make excuses and then ends all of this with the grand ‘well I can’t let go of what she’s done’ like be so fucking real rn 😭

I know her redemption is coming or they’ll write something in there to soften her character but I just don’t feel like it’s earned?

We see moments of her wanting to parent her but then she decides to amp it up to a 100 in the wrong direction and takes it out on her 😭 a very unserious lady!

idk she just annoys me when she gets on screen because I know what’s going to happen and since it’s not a relationship that gets a lot of screen time, the resolution will probably be super fast

I just rambled so if it doesn’t make sense to you… I get it.

[hawfstuff]

Who-lahan's your favorite Dulahan?

Short answer, very few aside from my own. Long answer, I'm not a terribly big fan of the Headless Horseman from Sleepy Hollow over shadowing all Dullahans in a pop-cultural sense. I feel like The HH under utilizes the Dullahans more interesting quirks. (no spine whips, no blood throwing, no fear of gold, no name calling, etc) He's fine. Bunch of examples under cut.

First off the classic 1949 Disney Sleepy Hollow

He's a lot of fun but just too simple. No substance other than to be something fast and scary to terrorize Ichabod Crane.

Fun to watch but WHATEVER. 1999 Timmy Burty Sleepy Hollow HH is pretty cool.

like this is fantastic atmosphere, until he finds his head.

Oh cool, a skull.

oh god put it back. This is hideous.

The HH from Fox's Sleepy Hollow is actually pretty excellent.

Making him generally faceless is an improvement.

The shotgun bandolier adds A LOT. I think this is a great Dullahan but it's really hard to find good photos of him online that aren't super underexposed or horribly compressed. I'm also not a terribly big fan of how Dullahans are used in anime, the vibe they give off in anime feels nasty. Celty from Durarara I don't actually mind that much. I think a motorcycle in place of a horse is a good way to adapt the Dullahan to more contemporary settings. But she's like the only GOOD example.

This however is just disappointing.

If I recall correctly this one was used to write a lot of "head gags" around including but not limited to "repeatedly being groped by one of her friends while her head is far away from her body and unable to maintain agency over it"

And I just fucking hate looking at this THING.

Also what's with all the scythes? Dullahans don't fuckin' use those, get that shit outta here. There are more examples but I don't care enough for them to post any more. They're all pretty bad, and they are all harem filler. GROSS. I also wish the Dullahan was used more in games, their depictions are usually pretty cool but it's almost exclusive to Japanese developers. Western game devs are sleeping on the Dullahan and I want to rectify that.

Golden Sun Dullahan is cool but I don't typically think of them as "super tanky armoured dudes", too bulky imo.

Castlevania Curse of Darkness Dullahan has a great outfit, but that sword and shield combo looks worse that the Final Fantasy 14 grapes, awful weapon design. Speaking of FF14

Cool design, but same issue. Far too bulky for my tastes. Dullahan also makes an appearance in SMT

This just kinda sucks. More recently we got one in Dragons Dogma 2

He's alright. And then there's the beloved Horseless Headless Horsemann from TF2.

He's just too goofy, I don't like him. There are also dozens of Headless horsemen in card games, but they all feel like they are just there to pad out the monster menagerie. My biggest issue with Dullahans in games is that they are almost exclusively a throw away boss/miniboss and never get to be a real primary focus of their respective games, despite how cool they are. For these reasons there hasn't ever been a Dullahan in popular culture I've REALLY latched on to. Out of all of these I only really like 1999 Sleepy Hollow HH and Fox's Sleepy Hollow HH, because they are the primary focus of their respective stories but this all keeps coming back to Washington Irving's "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" as it's the only REAL substantive piece of fiction that uses the Dullahan in a strong manner, and even then he only shows up for the finale. A lot of this is pretty surface level, I'm sure there are far better depictions of Dullahans out there but none of them have made it back to me.

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Lullaby

Clone OC & GN!Mercenary/Trainer Reader

TW: referenced abuse

If a lonely traveler walked into a bar and asked all in attendance what they thought the worst planet in the galaxy was, they would most likely receive more than one answer. Tatooine is a popular answer; a desert planet where water is so scarce, it costs an arm and a leg for enough water to last a single family an entire week. Mustafar is a close second - nothing more than a floating ball of magma and ash. Both planets were considered near-incapable of sustaining sentient life.

Though if that same traveler asked you for your opinion, you were certain your answer would put all others to shame.

Kamino.

Unlike Tatooine or Mustafar, Kamino was a primarily ocean world, completely dominated by seas and thunderstorms. And unlike those two planets, this planet had an abundance of life centered in the cluster of domed buildings that made up Tipoca City. Life forms were created by other life forms in that city.

But with how those new life forms were treated, Kamino may as well be as unsustainable as Tatooine or Mustafar.

Everyone outside of Kamino knew the basic gist of the situation. The Kaminoans (or the “natives”) had a contract with the Galactic Republic to create what were essentially genetically altered super soldiers for the Republic’s army. The super soldiers were referred to as “clone troopers”, as they were all created from the DNA of a single man. The clones were engineered to age twice as fast as ordinary citizens, allowing them to enter their prime sooner so that they could be ready to fight in the ongoing war between the Galactic Republic and the Confederacy of Interdependent Systems.

But no one knew what went on behind the scenes. They didn’t know of the terrifying exercises that would make even the most hardened criminals run away in horror, yet were forced onto children as young as five. They didn’t know of the demeaning lessons that preached how the clone troopers’ lives were essentially worthless in comparison to the lives of those they served, yet most of the troopers took as gospel. They didn’t know of the horrific experiments that went on in the depths of the city, that the Kaminoans claimed were “all to make them better soldiers”.

They didn’t know what exactly happened to a trooper when they stepped out of line.

You had been living on Kamino nearly since the beginning of the cloning project, yet you still managed to find things that turned your stomach. You were a mercenary, one of the best (in your opinion). Your skills were adequate to the point that the conservative Kaminoans deigned themselves to reach out to you and offer you a trainer contract for the new “clone army”. Credits are credits, so you’d agreed after little debating.

Not many people had even known Kamino existed before the clone army came into the public eye, so you hoped you’d be forgiven for not knowing of the exact hellscape you’d signed yourself up for.

After truly witnessing the mess you’d stepped into, you’d tried to rectify it wherever you could. Whenever you heard a cadet complaining about feeling hungry, you’d slip them an extra ration or two. Whenever you noticed a cadet limping or injured in any way, you’d grab the nearest bacta kit and fix them up yourself. Whenever one of the other trainers berated a batch for failing in the latest exercise, you’d take them all aside later and offer what little words of encouragement you could to boost their spirits and punch the trainer in private. Whenever it was your turn to train the cadets, you taught them how to survive, nothing more.

Just because you were a mercenary didn’t mean you didn’t have a heart.

All of this was done under the radar of the ever-observant Kaminoans, of course. The galaxy was crawling with mercenaries hungry for extra credits - all it would take is one slip up for the Kaminoans to terminate their contract with you and hire someone else to train the cadets. There was no way to tell if the next trainer would care for the clones as much as you did, though, so you did your best to keep your head down and do your vigilantism in private.

Lights-out was the only time you could work freely. With most of the Kaminoans and trainers either asleep or elsewhere in the city, you could walk the barracks without fear of being spotted and reported. Armed with rations, bacta kits, and caf (mostly for your own sanity), you moved from barrack to barrack, checking in on the cadets and offering your assistance to any nightbat that was still awake.

One lights-out in particular stood out for you. It started out ordinary, with you armed with your supplies, slipping through the shadows of the barracks like a ghost. So far, no cadets had been in need of comfort, so it looked like it was going to be an easy night. Admitting it made you feel somewhat guilty, but you preferred nights like those: quiet on the home front. To you, it meant that for once, all of the cadets felt safe and content.

Then a sound reached your ears. It was a sound foreign to Kamino, as it usually led to a cadet being decommissioned for weakness. It was a sound that you didn’t hear as often as you probably should have, given what went on in such a horrible place.

It was the sound of crying.

You followed the sound until you reached the barracks where the younger cadets slept, often referred to as the “tween” cadets. The younger batches got their own rooms until they were old enough to be moved into the larger barracks, which were shared by all of the older cadets. The arrangement made it easier for you to help the younger batches, as it meant you didn’t have to climb a ladder in order to reach the cadets in need.

The sound was coming from a room at the very end of the barracks; loud enough for you to hear it, though soft enough to imply that whoever was crying was trying their best to keep quiet. However, whoever else was in the room with them could clearly hear them, for as you got closer you could clearly hear several bouts of “Go to sleep, ya big baby!” and “You’ll get us all in trouble - you want that?”

Hoo boy, you thought as you approached the door. It’s gonna be one of those incidents.

You punched in your code and the door slid open easily. Lo and behold, four of the five beds were empty, with four tween cadets standing around the one occupied bed. From what you could see through the gaps between them, the poor little cadet on the bed was lying on his side in a fetal position, facing the wall and shaking with the force of his sobs. His batch mates tried to keep him quiet with comforting touches to his head, neck, and shoulders, but they mostly verbally berated him for his weakness.

Either they were afraid of being discovered and getting collectively punished or they were all just exhausted and irritated by the cadet’s crying. Regardless, it was time for a third party to step in.

None of the cadets acknowledged you coming into the room, seemingly too wrapped up in keeping their distressed batch mate quiet to notice. When you finally cleared your throat to get their attention, they all seemed to jump out of their skins. The four standing cadets scrambled to assume parade rest in front of their superior, but once they saw it was you, they immediately relaxed. You couldn’t help the smile that curled your mouth at the sight. You had worked hard to build a mutual understanding with all of the cadets over the years, and the fact that they trusted you enough to relax in your presence made you more happy than you dared to admit.

“Mind telling me what’s going on here?” You asked the assembled cadets gently.

“We don’t really know,” One of them spoke up. He gestured to the cadet on the bed, who had rolled over during the split second commotion and was now gazing at all those gathered with watery brown eyes. “Crybaby here just started bawling and we couldn’t get him to stop!”

“Yeah, and he refuses to tell us what’s wrong!” Another cadet spoke up, sounding equally annoyed with the situation.

“Well, I’m sure all four of you crowding him didn’t help matters much,” You scolded them, though there was little heat behind your words. You waved the chastised cadets aside so that you could kneel beside the still-distressed cadet’s bed. “Hello there,” You greeted them softly, resting your forearms on the bed. “Can you tell me what’s going on?”

The cadet stared at you with wide eyes, sniffling and whimpering. His gaze darted to his batch mates, still crowding around his bedside with expectant expressions, and he shook his head the tiniest bit.

“Won’t speak with an audience, will you?” You asked. When the cadet nodded his head minutely, you sighed and turned to his batch mates. “I’ll talk to him in the hallway - the rest of you can go back to sleep.”

“I-in the hallway? O-out in the open?” One of the cadets asked, casting a worried look towards the closed door, the symbol of privacy and security. “I-if the trainers o-or the long necks were to catch you…”

“If one of the trainers catch us, they’ll know better than to tell the long necks,” You assured them with a sly smile. “I have quite the reputation, you know. If one of the Kaminoans catch us, though…” Your voice trailed off in unease. It was a possibility, of course, but not one you wanted to think about. “I will deal with them in that scenario. It will work itself out either way. Besides, you all need your rest.”

“I hear that,” Another cadet agreed with a yawn, stretching his arms over his head. “Maybe we’ll finally get some shuteye with that crybaby out of here.”

“All of you. Bed. Now,” You ordered, having had enough of the squad’s bluntness.

With the rest of the squad properly scolded, you stood and gestured for the distressed cadet to follow you. When he only folded into himself further, you huffed and looped your arms around his upper back and knees, lifting him up off the bed. Despite his initial resistance, he barely even squirmed against your touch. You’d learned a long time ago that the clones craved physical touch from those they trusted, though it still surprised you how so many of them melted so easily against you. It was just another sign of how much they’d grown to trust you, and the thought was overwhelming at times.

Your “package” acquired, you turned to leave when one of the cadets timidly called out to you from their bed, “Um… I’m a little hungry…”

You huffed and moved closer to the cadet’s bed. “Reach into my pocket - only take one,” You instructed him, as your hands were full. The cadet smiled gratefully up at you and did as he was told. When he’d finally procured his prize, you hoisted your package higher into your arms and left the room.

Compared to the earlier excitement, the silence in the hallway was deafening. You couldn’t hear anything besides the small noises you were making as you moved throughout the space, so you hoped that meant that everyone else was still asleep or elsewhere. With any luck, no one of consequence would hear your little conversation.

“Now,” You whispered to the cadet in your arms as you leaned against the wall and slid to the floor. “Mind telling me what caused you to cry at Maker-damn o’clock?”

For a long minute, the cadet only sniffled as his head lifted and fell with your chest as you breathed. You’d started to think that he’d cried himself back to sleep when he finally muttered, “I had a nightmare.”

Nightmares were certainly nothing new in such a dark place, but this was the first time a cadet had openly admitted that they were crying because of one. Your interest was immediately peaked. “About what?”

The cadet took a deep, shaky breath before he continued, “I was in the training room. I was all alone - none of my squad was there with me. The trainers told me over the intercom to complete the exercise in front of me… I’ve never completed an exercise by myself before.”

“Oh, that already sounds scary,” You admitted in an equally hushed tone.

The cadet agreed with a small nod against your chest. “The exercise itself… I had to dodge all of these blades,” He went on, his voice becoming more breathy and small. “The farther I went, the more they cut me… the more they took from me…” His fingers curled into the thin fabric of your uniform as he pressed himself further into you, as if he was seeking out every ounce of comfort he could find. “They took my limbs until all that was left was my chest, arm and head crawling towards the finish line. When I got there, all the trainers would tell me was what I did wrong, what I should have done… that I’m a failure of a trooper…”

With that, he dissolved back into sobs, pressing his face even further into your chest. All you could do was hold him and rock back and forth, shushing him as a gentle reminder to keep his voice down. His description of his nightmare terrified you as well, and it was a haunting insight into just what the cadets faced on Kamino everyday. Nightmare fuel disguised as “training”, horrific accidents renamed as “lessons”. All to prepare them for the horrors of the war.

All in the name of the Republic.

Maker, these were children.

It both saddened you and made your blood boil, but you were perfectly aware of the fact that there was simply nothing you could do. Whether you liked it or not, the news holos were always boasting about one Republic victory or another. You were but one person against an entire galaxy that needed them.

All you could do was be there for them during moments like these.

“That sure was a nasty dream,” You whispered to the cadet as he finally began to calm down. “But it’s over now, isn’t it? The nightmares are all in your head while your squad is here, in the real world. You know they would never leave you to face a challenge by yourself.”

The cadet sniffed loudly. “They wouldn’t?”

“Of course not - you’re their brother.” That was another thing you admired about the clones. Despite their difficult upbringing, they viewed each other as brothers, as family. If only such a bond was galaxy-wide; a civil war wouldn’t be necessary then. “They have a moral obligation to protect you. Plus, if you died…” You lowered your voice even more as if you were sharing a grave secret. “They would have to deal with you haunting them for the rest of eternity!”

Even with tears still running down the cadet’s face, he still managed a weak laugh. “I’d make such a good ghost,” He told you conspiratorially.

“I’m sure you would,” You agreed, tickling his sides lightly to coax even more giggles out of him. When he quieted down again, you thought it best to ask, “Why didn’t you tell your squad about your nightmare? I know they weren’t being delicate, exactly, but I also know they were worried about you.”

The cadet was quiet for another minute before answering. “I don’t know… I guess I was just ashamed.”

“For what?” You asked, genuinely surprised.

“I’m a clone,” The cadet replied matter of factly. “A soldier… or I will be, at least. The Kaminoans always say that troopers aren’t supposed to show weakness.”

Your blood started to boil again. “That’s because the Kaminoans are a species incapable of feeling sentient emotions,” You said firmly, barely able to keep the bite out of your tone. “They don’t understand feelings like fear or sadness, and thus view all those who display such emotions as weak.

“Soldiers or not, clones or not, you and all your brothers are still human,” You continued, running your fingers over the cadet’s sides in what you hoped was a soothing manner. “More than that, you and your batch are children. You’re allowed to be afraid, and sad, and happy! No nightmare, long neck, or war should be able to take that from you.”

The cadet’s wide eyes watered again, and you feared that your very true, yet very harsh, words had only caused another sobbing spell. But then he whispered, “Will the war ever end?”

The question surprised you, but you found yourself nodding emphatically. “Yes, of course!” You assured him, resuming your soothing strokes along his sides. “The war will end, peace will return to the galaxy, and you and your brothers will have the freedom to do whatever you put your minds to. I promise.”

Of course you promised.

Of course you believed it.

You had to, for the clones’ sake.

For if not you, then who?

Your promise seemed to placate the cadet, who once again grew quiet in your arms. He closed it eyes, to which you thought to ask, “Do you think you’re ready to go back to sleep now?”

The cadet didn’t answer for a second, which caused you to think that he had in fact fallen asleep. Then he softly admitted, “I don’t know… what if I have another nightmare?”

“Then you can confide in your squad about it,” You replied. “I’m sure many of them share the same fears as you, yet are unable to admit it for the same reasons. You may be able to help each other in that regard.”

The cadet made a small noise of confirmation, but his resting expression still seemed pinched. You were thinking of ways to help soothe the rest of his worries when a memory from long ago resurfaced. You had been raised by a single father, who was also a mercenary and had taught you every trick in the holobook. He was far from a perfect man, but he’d loved you and had tried his best as a father. Whenever you woke up from a nightmare, he had a lullaby that would soothe you right back to sleep. You wondered if it would have the same effect here.

“I could try something else, if you want,” You offered quietly.

“If it’ll help,” The cadet allowed just as softly.

You nodded definitively and adjusted your arms around him to ensure that you were cradling him more effectively. The lullaby ran through your head again and you made a few mental changes to the lyrics here and there to better fit the situation at hand. Your alterations ready, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath before starting to sing:

Now hush, little baby, don't you cry

Everything's gonna be alright

Stiffen that upper lip up, little baby, I told ya

I’m here to hold ya through the night

I know there is no peace right now and we don't know why

We fear how we feel inside

It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby

But I promise everything is alright

And if you ask me to, I’m gonna buy you a mockingbird

I'ma give you the world

I'ma buy a diamond ring for you, I'ma sing for you

I'll do anything for you to see you smile

And if that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine

I'ma break that birdie's neck

I'll go back to the jeweler who sold it to ya

And make him eat every carat, don't fuck with me

Your eyes popped open as you remembered just how foul-mouthed your father had been. Your mouth opened next to apologize to the cadet, but he beat you to the punch by opening his eyes and asking, “What’s a mockingbird? And what’s a diamond?”

Secretly glad that he’d decided not to acknowledge the curse slip-up, you willingly explained, “A mockingbird is a special kind of avian species that can mimic the songs and sounds of other species. A diamond is a type of shiny stone that is very difficult to break - that’s what makes it so valuable.”

The cadet’s earlier expression of despair had been replaced with one of quiet wonder. “Have you ever seen a mockingbird? Or a diamond?”

You had to laugh at his curiosity. “I’ve seen both!” You told him. “One is very fast and feathery - the other is very sparkly and… round, I guess. Both are very beautiful.”

The cadet made a small sound of contentment as his eyes slipped closed once more. “Maybe I’ll get to see them both when I’m older,” He mused.

You didn’t want to think about what would become of him when he was “older”, but you decided to humor him. “I’m sure you will.”

“Can you sing it again?”

So you did. You sang your father’s lullaby over and over until the cadet’s breathing evened and his eyes remained closed. Once you were positive that he had fallen asleep, you stood on shaky legs and turned back to the room. Balancing the sleeping cadet precariously on your hip, you hurriedly used your code to open the door, after which you discovered that all four of the remaining cadets had quickly fallen asleep after you’d left. You took a moment to grin at sight of all four of their (admittedly adorable) sleeping faces before you crossed to the bed of the cadet in your arms and laid him down. He immediately groaned and curled onto his side, suddenly having to rely on his own body for comfort heat rather than yours.

Your fingers ghosted over the cadet’s forehead, now smooth with sleep rather than lined with worry. You stared at his calm expression for a second before your gaze went to the other cadets in the room. They were all the image of sweet dreams, though you wondered just how “sweet” those dreams actually were. How many other cadets were like the one you’d just helped, plagued by nightmares and yet too focused on the stereotype of a “perfect soldier” to confide in those around them about it? How many of them are too scared of being seen as weak to actually admit that they’re scared?

How many of them will eventually gain the courage to admit so?

How many of them will continue to keep quiet and allow the fear to eat them alive?

It was question that couldn’t be answered at Maker-damn o’clock. You sighed and moved towards the door; you still had other barracks to check before first roll call. Before you crossed the threshold, you looked back over your shoulder at the peaceful cadets.

“Sleep tight, children,” You whispered into the silence. “Dream of a life much better than this one.”

So you continued on with your night; then the next one and then the next. For months, you kept with your schedule of checking on the cadets before, during and after training, and then again after lights out.

But as the war continued on, the Kaminoans started to become more and more demanding of both the trainers and the cadets, and the exercises started to become more and more brutal. More and more cadets needed help and comfort, and you were spread thin enough as it was. Your nights became full of you running between the storage rooms and the barracks, refilling on supplies and topping off your caf container before moving onto the next batch that needed your help.

It eventually got to the point that some of the older cadets took you aside and told you, “Take it easy. You do enough for us as it is - we can take care of ourselves.”

As much as it pained you to admit it, they were right. You were of no use to anyone if you were dead on your feet. And the more useless you appeared, the more likely the Kaminoans were to terminate their contract with you and kick you off Kamino. The war with the Separatists was showing no signs of ending any time soon, though. You simply couldn’t leave the cadets by themselves now.

So you agreed to slow down, though you refused to stop. You still did your best to help the cadets during the day, though you limited your nightly exploits to two a standard week, three if you were feeling rested enough. They had slowed to the point that you wondered at times if you were making any real difference. You still continued on, regardless. You had to.

It was during one of these sparse exploits that you heard a new sound. You had been walking near the tween barracks when you picked up a faint disturbance in the usual drone of Tipoca City after hours. Curious, you listened closer.

It sounded like… a melody.

Moreover, a melody you knew.

Even more curious, you moved further into the barracks to hear more. The melody turned into syllables and the syllables turned into lyrics that made your heart skip a beat: “I’m gonna buy you a mockingbird, I'ma give you the world…”

It was undoubtedly your father’s lullaby, your lullaby. And it was being sung in the tween barracks, in the trademark deep baritone of the older cadets. You hadn’t sung it to any other cadets since that night.

Did that mean…?

With a small smile, you turned on your heel and left the tween barracks, feeling more energized than you had in weeks.

Because for the first time since you first came to Kamino…

You felt like you’d actually made a difference.

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Later on, the cadet would become a fearsome fighter known as Lullaby. The other troopers think it’s because one punch from him means lights-out for his opponent. It’s actually an homage to a person who helped him in the past❤️.

I’d like to think that not all of the trainers were horrible to the clones.

If you’re curious, the song is “Mockingbird��� by Eminem. I adjusted the lyrics to keep the fic as gender neutral as possible so that anyone can self insert themselves into the story.

[moonmacabre01]

4, 7, 8, and 23 for the oc questions!! surprise me!! (its a surprise for me anywho, since i sort of forgot that the questions associated with the numhers were. 😅)

4: how crafty/resourceful are they?

Taurus is very resourceful, and good at thinking on his feet in stressful or urgent situations. This has been useful not only in his traveling days, but as a skill of his Rosentine has occasionally relied on, since she herself isn't good at thinking fast when something urgent is happening.

7: favorite animal? why?

Rosey's would probably be the hunting comos her dad used to keep for show, and would let play with her on occasion when she still was a caterpillar. She thinks they're super cute and fuzzy, and still has a few of them living in the castle.

(I do not have any drawings of hunting comos, but I'll try and rectify that soon)

8: do they have a nickname? who gave it to them? if it's not derived from their real name, what's the story behind it?

Perihelion's nickname is Peri, which it got from Galacta. They initially pushed against it, but got used to the name and even started calling Galacta by his nickname 'Gala'. Brocade's nickname is Cadie, also courtesy of Galacta ^^

23: how would you describe their voice? can they sing?

Taurus's voice I would describe as sort of rough, not necessarily deep but kind of scratchy. Kind of intimidating if you don't know him. But he's an okay singer, and his voice is suited for shanties or folk songs, things like that. He's kind of shy about singing though.

[soaps-mohawk]

hiii!!!! im back girliee :) sorry i fell of the face of the earth for a little bit. no pressure to answer this fast its not super important lol

the last few chapters have been so delectable!!! love getting kyle action but also ghoap/gazsoap/ghostgaz was YUM!!!! 🤤🤤 I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited to get back to the camera/Simon's bond conflicts too tho lol 😅

haven't been able to play much COD recently due to being busy :( (+ I've been playing The Last Of Us and I may be a bit obsessed with Joel Miller.....I really need to stop playing multiple video games at once lol) (also actively playing Genshin Impact)

I HAVE FUN HEADCANNONS

idk where this idea came from but I have a headcannon that the TV in the rec room is just lowkey the worst. Old, slow, and the base is out in the middle of nowhere so it limits a lot of their TV options.

Don't have streaming because it requires a payment/subscription and something about not being able to hook it up to an account/being on a military base/not safe to have clues to their money or personal lives (I know nothing about the military forgive me). They do have cable but because their base is in the middle of buttfuck nowhere they get only the strangest, most low-production channels out there.

I saw a youtube video a while ago about a British reality TV show where a female contestant is shown a bunch of dicks, nothing else, and she has to decide who she'd want to go out with based on that alone 😂😂 it was completely uncensored, so dicks would just be fully hanging out there. that's the type of shit that they get on the cable in the rec room LMFAO

feel like the only option for personalized TV/movies is the old DVD player hooked up to the TV (that was there when they moved into the place 😭) so the boys constantly have a collection of DVDs they're always rewatching, or they buy new ones/ship them in when there's something new they want to watch

I'm the type of person who will watch bad movies or reality TV shows just so I can giggle at them, so I FULLY believe that the pack would find some shitty knock-off reality TV show and lock in to watch the new episode every week together

if the boys and/or 'mega ever want to watch something popular/that would usually be on streaming they just have to get it off some backstreet website or something like that (they have burner laptops specifically for this purpose)

hope you're having a good day/night/afternoon and that you have a good week as well :) stay safe, slept, and hydrated!!!<3

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Aww no need to apologize!! Things happen, people get busy. I'll always be here, hanging out (well, not quite as often right now but i'll see stuff eventually!!)

Aww thank you, thank you I'm glad you enjoyed them!!! They have been rather delicious, but don't worry, we will be getting back into the fluff and ANGST very quickly. I've been dragging the plot out more than I wanted to so now I'm rectifying that lmao.

I own The Last Of Us (it came with my PS4 when I bought it four years ago) but I still haven't played it because I suck at playing games lol. I either play all the way through at once or I play for an hour and then turn it off and don't touch it for months lol. Same even with the Sims. I go through cycles of playing for hours everyday and then not touching it for weeks and weeks.

No but like that idea would be so true lmaoo. Just an old fuzzy TV that has no streaming capabilities. They have a very vast collection of DVDs (organized by Simon of course) which is how they keep themselves sane lmao. They get like ten channels and flip between sports and daytime TV and game shows 😂 it's a routine now, sitting and watching some random game show at night.

Hey, they break a lot of laws already, what's the shame in playing pirates? 😉

[alienaiver]

Hi Nohr! This headcanons game looks fun!

How about.... Daichi for it?

deru!!! hi<333 and right !!! i remember having a blast the last time i did this!!!

Songs on his iPod: daichi's sappy.... he wont admit it, but love pop songs always makes his head clear if hes grumpy.

celebration (feat. toko miura) by radwimps if we were vampires by jason isbell and the 400 unit and then also starwalkin' by lil nas x for ultimate motivation when he works out!!

The one place they fall asleep – where they’re not supposed to: oh, daichi learned his lesson first year in high school to be careful where he rests. there's people around him not to be trusted..... but one time, and its one time only and he will take this information to the grave, he had a night shift at the local police box he was stationed in and he. he fell asleep!! gasp!! it was barely for four minutes, but he's still riddled with shame to this day, even tho it was during his grunt days. not even sugawara knows.

The game they’d destroy everyone else at: daichi's competitive for sure, but sadly, its more bark than bite in actual practice. HOWEVER, there is ONE and i mean ONE mini-game in super mario party for the switch that he decimates ANYONE in. even kenma!!!! its sizzling stakes!

The emoticon they’d use most often: 🙃. he doesnt know its passive aggressive. he thinks its a quirky smile. no one dares tell him

What they act like when they haven’t had enough sleep: he rarely ever goes without his sleep. he knows how important it is to keep up with his physical and mental health and after the grueling study days back when he was younger, he cares even more. he needs to be alert at all times when he's at work, so he's a proud 9pm sleeper. there are times, however, where overtime and cases makes him slip. he is very unpleasant

Their preferred hot beverage on really cold nights or mornings: daichi likes his coffee extremely hot and rather bitter. he says it warms him up even more? freak

How they like to comfort/care for themselves in a slump: he cares very much for his routines and are well-aware what they do for him. so whenever he hits a wall or a slump, he re-evaluates everything in his daily and weekly affairs. when he realizes he's been neglecting social stuff like seeing friends over a beer, he rectifies it pretty fast. if hes REALLY stuck, he will find support in the people around him by ranting and venting out all his thoughts and frustrations. it can take a whole evening if hes frustrated enough, as he likes to circle around the subject multiple times, to really cement his feelings and process them.

What they wanted to be when they grew up: definitely a ramen cook when he was tiny. whenever his parents took him out for ramen as a treat, his starstruck eyes would observe everything the chef did, and ask enough questions to tire out a patient man. however, his local ramen joint always loved his visits, and often gave him tips on how to improve his food in small ways at home, too. the hobby didn't really stick though, but the tips are still used to this day.

Their favorite kind of weather: sunny, but windy. a day where you can go for a run and not overheat because the wind helps regulate your temperature. it's a good day for a date sightseeing a shrine or climb a mountain together.

Thoughts on their singing voice: daichi wants to sing deep inside. his deep, delicious voice also invites you to think his deep timbre would be soothing. but he's tone deaf, so it comes out flat and scratchy.

How/what they like to draw or doodle: daichi draws birds to pass the time. fat, round birds like dera from tamako market. theyre not realistic, but they ARE cute!

thank you for sending him in. i really love daichi!!!!

send me a character and ill fill out these headcanons

[bookwyrminspiration]

Hi (just finished the sky on fire)

!!! How you feeling? What'd you think?

Personally, I enjoyed the worldbuilding (especially the details about the social and garden rings) and the theme of stories--how they change and take on lives of their own. Anahrod the Wicked exists in the social conscious but is not Anahrod Amnead, Zavad exists but is not Pelaron.

I do think there are elements that would've been stronger if given more time. For example, I had a hard time following Ris and Sicaryon's corner of the triangle since we didn't see them much. It's possible that'll be rectified on a reread, but at least first pass I was like. Wait. Where did that come from.

Same with Viridhaven being real--I don't think it hit super hard for me because Ris straight up said so a few times before we got there, and we didn't really know about it and its disappearance before that.

I did love Pelaron and Ris' relationship though, I may or may not interpret it through a qpr lens. The power of exchanging bodies instead of Pelaron forcing into Ris' was a classic, nice touch. I'd have liked to see what Ivarion and Anahrod's relationship looks like and how all that factors in--I feel the ending was a little abrupt/fast, but I also felt like that about discord of gods until I reread it and was like okay not as bad as I first thought

Essentially, my general thoughts are: fun! I'll need a reread to fully understand how certain things were seeded, and there's a few things I think would've been stronger if this had been like a duology instead of a standalone, but still!!

[linka-from-captain-planet]

⭐ I love to hear whatever a writer's dying to talk about

Just in general I need to talk about Alfira and Lakrissa more, so this is my favorite section of like a candy to an apple (you're so sweet on me).

Lakrissa's "That's my girl!" made me about snap my neck the first time I heard it, I turned around so fast to see what was going on and was crushed to see them standing 5 feet apart like they aren't gay... then Lakrissa WALKED AWAY instead of sealing the deal?? I was under the impression that this was a horny game full of sex and was flabbergasted that they weren't cuddling. It was in that moment I knew that I would eventually have to write these two scuttling off to have the cutest hookup ever to rectify the situation.

The way Lakrissa takes care of Alfira in-game and builds them a little domestic life with her bare fucking hands makes me insane, so I chose Lakrissa's POV to focus on her fawning over Alfira. I'm a "Lakrissa fell first AND harder" truther (Alfira had other things going on, so she's a little cooler, but still Feeling It), so just leaning all the way in on a smitten kitten retelling of a super fun and sort of juvenile romp was very fun and sweet to write. I always loved that Lakrissa will flirt with the player for fun and profit, but with Alfira she's straight up like "I will pick up extra shifts at this bitch ass job to support your dreams my dear, don't lift a finger." Lakrissa turning into a full on Wife Guy is amazing development.

So anyway, in this fic, the mood I was looking for was very warm and affectionate. I focused a lot on contact, physical sensations, and hope for the future (together!). I like writing fics containing/about sex because it's basically such an easy way to showcase a dynamic, but actually writing the smut part is meh for me; but it's always entertaining to write a really heavy romantic mood but what's literally happening in the fic is grinding and a hand job up against a tree.

Something about it strikes me as so romantic, very swept-up-in-a-first-young-love vibes. I didn't have quite that fulfilling of an experience myself due to The Closet, but there are certain youthful experiences that I still look back on with a lot of fondness. So in writing this fic, I wanted to capture that same feeling for Alfira and Lakrissa, who deserve it more than anyone in my heart.

[rocketturtle4]

Not Me Eps 10-12 (of 14 turns out) I am drowning in study, have an update.

If anyone reading this wonders why I have disappeared off their dash or out of their notes it's not you it's me, PhD is breathing down my neck and I am barely running fast enough so I'll be back more in December!...or maybe January 😅

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I watched these three one at a time so ep 10 was a while ago now but the plan is to watch the final (actual final) 2 together so I figured I should scream again about how much I love this show before I finish it.

I LOVE IT FOLKS

Ep 10 was rough!

*racks brain for what happened in ep 10*

*checks screenshots*

*one single screenshot from ep 10...*

this is the downside to watching with people...can't pause for screenshotting and I didn't double watch this ep oops

I'm pretty sure this is the ep where:

Black goes back to being Black and breaks Seans heart and beats him up

Dan joins them

White pretends to be Black while seeing his mother but his mother realises anyway.

They all get shot at/actually shot

White saves Sean (and he's EVEN MORE CONFUSED)

...wait do I not even have screenshots from the post saving stuff? That's just wrong.

I will rectify it but this update will be light on screenshots!

I still had questions about Todd and Black here about what happened to them but ep 11 answered those questions!! Even if I spent all of ep 10 and 11 waiting for White and Black to be in the same room as the gang or someone to figure it out or SOMETHING and FINALLY Ep 11 was like....

WAIT

The care screenshots were Ep 11!!

Also before this was the Todd/Black confrontation and their back story was SO interesting. Todd thinking he could use the power, Black wanting to take down the power entirely. SO many Layers I LOVE IT

In some ways I think Black betrayed Todd more than the other way round but really the nuance of it all is fascinating.

And obviously Todd putting Black in a coma trumps that...

BUT THEN EP 12

The HANDCUFF FIGHT

The Brothers!!

THE CHASE?!!

Sean was so desperate GAH I LOVE THEM

Seriously I love them so much I wasn't even mad First was only in this episode for like...3 minutes.

I just want to sit there and stare at them

(Anyone watching Venus? It's really good)

Sean is so loyal and so true, White trying to stay away and regretting it, making his brother understand, making Sean understand.

I am so glad I watched Theory of Love before this or I might have been tempted to go looking for more OffGun and then I'd be watching ToL after this and just...no

Super excited for Cooking Crush now though!!

The Twin connection making Black cry and choke, THE TWINS COMING TO AN UNDERSTANDING

Black being determined to take down Todd while Sean is so determined to take down Tawi has got me SO CURIOUS for the last two eps, I mean we had the drug operation (and Sean using that as leverage to get White to introduce himself lol). But Todd clearly still cares for Black and Black is so opaque because he's been in a coma for most of this and his character before and his actions after, they just seem so focused but without...nuance?

And I doubt this show is going to end without nuance, the protests are rising and the gang are finally a team, there's a plan and cops and AHHHHH

I don't know... I need to finish it (maybe this weekend...maybe in three weeks time)

I have no idea if I am going to have complex thoughts when I am done. But the way this show is exploring these complexities, the law, the privellege, the power, the idealism. It's so fascinating.

OH another thing this ep

Sean tried to get the cop to shoot himself! And then Gram showed up (finally lol, felt like he'd wandered off somewhere...) just in time to give that whole speech that essentially boiled down to: an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.

...I really want my little brother to watch this show.

I can't wait to see what happens with it all, I am going to have to go meta searching after I am done...and after I am done drowning in study probably

Predictions?

Todd and Black are going to come to some kind of mutual ground

no idea about Tawi, taken down maybe? but not by them exactly, but the public maybe, although the law probably needs to come into it

Gram Eugene Black love triangle? Honestly don't know (and my pick Black/Gram is out soooo... probably Gram/Eugene if they choose to resolve it

MORE YOK/DAN (*manifesting*)

will Dan be discovered and fired?

WHAT ABOUT THE PARENTS? we haven't heard from the dad in ages??

Also Whites whole actual career arc...?

Hope you're all doing well!!

(also the music in this show, it's on point!!)

[accidentalspaceexplorer]

2023 Book Reviews: 5-stars, Part 2

1. Worn: A People's History of Clothing by Sofi Thanhauser: 5/5

Pitch: the history of clothing & textiles, and the role they've played in human history and their future

Review: I was fascinated and I finished the book feeling galvanized and hopeful - what more could I want from nonfiction? But seriously, this is a fantastic deep dive into the history of clothing and how it has shaped our modern world, and there is so much to learn! Especially in our modern age, we are so divorced from how our clothing is made, and this book takes the first step to rectify that. Truly interesting and eye-opening - I'm recommending it to everyone! (Plus you learn a lot of fun facts - I had no idea how important linen was historically, or that there is a modern movement of "denimheads"!)

2. How to Keep House While Drowning by K.C. Davis: 5/5

Pitch: a primer on how to break down keeping your house together into manageable chunks

Review: Very quick, very easy, but super practical, thought-provoking, and helpful! Definitely would recommend this, especially given how fast this is to read.

3. Some Desperate Glory by Emily Tesh: 5/5

Pitch: queer space opera about war and brainwashing

Review: Wow. Just…wow. This was compelling, heartbreaking, full of light and darkness, and I could not put it down. It killed me and then it put me back together again.

4. Night Watch by Terry Pratchett: 5/5

Pitch: several books into a Discworld sub-arc; time travel, revolution, and fatherhood

Review: Wow - I understand why so many people say this is their favorite Discworld. This was moving, tense, hopeful, tragic, everything all wrapped up in one, and I really got sucked in completely. Truly excellent.

5. We Could Be So Good by Cat Sebastian: 5/5

Pitch: a newspaper journalist and the heir to the newspaper fall in love in late 1950s New York

Review: Wow. Wow! This blew me away. I was already a big fan of Cat Sebastian's - I think she writes fantastic characters and heartwarming romances - but this book is something else. I wasn't expecting this book to be so strongly about being queer in the late 50's, and I think it was handled so well and done so right. Plus, I loved both main characters, and they fit together so well. It was amazing. 12/10

[unseededtoast]

Rectify | Bucky Barnes

Part 18/37 | Part Seventeen, Part Nineteen

Summary: I've lived every day for the past five years looking over my shoulder. I knew they'd come for me, it was inevitable. I was foolish to think I could outrun my past. It's followed me everywhere I go, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Never would I have anticipated that the shadows would lead me to the light.

Bucky Barnes x OC

Series Warnings: Discussion of human trafficking, alcohol consumption, graphic depictions of violence, sexual content, discussion of suicidal thoughts.

a/n: Hi everyone, thank you for checking this out, I appreciate any and all support! This series is also posted on Ao3 and Wattpad if you prefer those formats/platforms! This is a completed series, and it's going to take some time for me to transfer it to Tumblr, so please bear with me!

"Turns out Hydra still has a fascination for human experimentation."

I smile as I watch the plane land, they're finally back. Bucky stands beside me, shielding his eyes from the sun as he watches. The back of the plane opens, and Natasha is the first one to walk out. She looks tired. Steve is the next one out, followed by Bruce, Tony, and Fury. They all seem to be exhausted. As they walk towards the building I notice that Bruce is carrying a scepter of some sort, a bright glowing blue stone in the center.

They walk inside, Bruce keeps the scepter in his hand as we greet them. Natasha doesn't stay very long, she heads up to her room quickly. Steve and Bucky start talking about the mission, and I go to Bruce, curious about what he's brought back from the Hydra base.

"Did they have a gift shop?" I ask, gesturing towards the large, pointy scepter. Bruce laughs a little and shakes his head,

"No, no this is the scepter that Loki used when he invaded New York. The Hydra scientists were trying to dissect it and understand its capabilities. We decided it was probably better off in our hands, so now we're going to try to dissect it and understand its capabilities." Bruce explains and I nod, looking at the scepter again. It's bigger than I imagined, sharper too.

"Well this should be interesting." I say, intrigued by the idea of understanding an alien technology. I hope Tony and Bruce let me in on their studies, though I think Tony will need more persuading than Bruce. I see Fury walk outside and get back into the plane. Moments later the plane takes off again.

"Where's he going?" I ask, not understanding why Fury would leave as soon as he just got here.

"Well, the scepter wasn't the only thing we found at the base. Turns out Hydra still has a fascination for human experimentation. We detained two people, a brother and sister who both showed some interesting qualities. Fury is going to oversee their containment." Bruce explains. I feel like my heart dropped into my stomach, dreading what Hydra's next creation could possibly be.

"What sort of qualities?" I ask, interested to see if they're heading down the Winter Soldier path again, or if they've gone beyond that.

"Well, the man was fast, very fast. The woman has some sort of telekinesis ability, I've never seen anything like it." Super speed and telekinesis? That's a lot more advanced than I thought Hydra would be.

"That sounds like some serious stuff. You think they were going to try to use the scepter for enhancement purposes?" I ask, not knowing what they saw at the base.

"Possibly." Bruce answers, not entirely knowing either. I pick at the skin on my lower lip as I think about it, there's no way it's a coincidence that the scepter and enhanced people were found in the same base.

"I don't think it's a coincidence." I say, trying to recall everything I know of the Sokovian base, which isn't much at all.

"It was truly a lovely place, I might even take my next vacation there." Tony remarks and walks over to the wet bar. In an instant, it's as if the pieces fit themselves together and it all makes sense.

"No, it's definitely not a coincidence. The day this started, I was attacked in a parking lot. The Hydra agent who tried to kill me said they had moved past the work I had done, but needed what I had to finish their newest project. Their newest project was probably these new enhanced people, and they needed the programming guide I have to install it their minds and make them subservient to handlers." I explain my train of thought. Tony had paused from pouring himself a drink, Steve and Bucky stopped their conversation. I look around, waiting for someone to say something. Maybe I sound crazy, but I don't think it's too far-fetched.

"You could be right. It makes sense anyways." Bruce agrees with me. The weight of what could have happened hits me. If Hydra was able to install my programming in super-enhanced people, there's no telling the extent of damage it would create. This is just another reason to find a cure for Bucky, and then burn the book.

I wonder how the scepter fits into all of this, what role does it play in what was happening at the base? I know that it wasn't there by accident, nothing gets put in the Sokovian base by accident. I look at the glowing blue stone, feeling nervous about what we might find as we study it.

"They never stopped." Bucky says after a long pause of silence. He looks hurt, and sad. Steve puts his hand on Bucky's shoulder to comfort him.

It was foolish of me to think that Hydra would have stopped experimenting on people once I left. Although, I never visited the Sokovian base, so I'm not sure I had any impact at all on the experiments done there. Surely my work was known, otherwise they wouldn't have been looking for the programming guide. This is all bigger than I thought.

"When do we start studying it?" I ask, wanting to get started as soon as possible. It's been a while since I've done anything productive, I miss being in the lab.

"We can start today." Bruce says and looks to Tony for confirmation. Tony downs the rest of his drink and places the glass on the countertop.

"Yeah, that works." He says and walks towards the elevator. It's a nice surprise that Tony didn't protest my involvement for once.

Bruce and I follow him, leaving Steve and Bucky on the main floor. They could use some time together anyways, I don't need to constantly be there with them. They lived for years without me being there, I'm sure they won't miss me for a few hours. Tony presses the button to take us to the basement and the doors open to a vast laboratory. It's bigger than the lab back at the Shield compound. I see parts of Iron Man suits scattered around, some suits are stationed along the walls. They're incredible, I never thought I'd see one in person.

Bruce and Tony place the scepter on a table, and Tony pulls a hologram up. He instructs his artificial intelligence assistant, Jarvis, to analyze the scepter. I watch as the hologram scans and begins running tests on it. Tony starts putting things away, and Bruce stands with his arms crossed as he watches what's going on.

"What do we know about this already?" I ask, wanting to be up to speed with everything they might know about it. I might not be an expert in alien science, but I'm going to give it my best shot.

"Loki used this scepter when he invaded New York with the Chitauri. We know it has the ability to take over people's minds and make them slaves to the scepter's master. We don't know how it does it, or anything about it beyond that." Bruce tells me as I take a seat atop one of the tables.

Having the ability to take over people's minds intrigues me, and I cross my arms as I think about how that's possible. Taking over the mind is one thing, but to simultaneously tie that person to the scepter's master and subjugate them to the master's will is another thing entirely. But, now I know why it had value to Hydra. I rub my temples, trying to rationalize the science behind the stone, but falling short every time.

"It just doesn't seem like it should be possible. How can a stone dominate and manipulate a mind in the blink of an eye?" I question out loud hoping someone else, or myself, will miraculously come up with the answer.

"This is alien technology after all, maybe we should try thinking outside of the box." Tony joins the conversation and leans on the table I took a seat on. Jarvis continues running tests and scans of the scepter.

"Well, what do we know about the Chitauri?" I want to get a feel for who may have created this technology, though it's likely not to turn up much information.

"Not much. Just that they're an alien race, Thor told us they're from an unknown world." Bruce says, turning his back to the scepter to face Tony and I. So much for that avenue of thought.

It would have been nice if Hydra had any notes taken about the research they did. Knowing Hydra, if any notes exist they were taken by one person by hand in a single notebook. There's less chance of information leaks that way.

I wonder since the scepter has the ability to dominate one's mind if it's possible that the powers from the scepter granted the siblings' enhanced abilities. After all, super speed and telekinesis seem to be a very alien concept to me. If this is the case, it means that this technology is far more advanced than anything existent on Earth and can be very dangerous in the wrong hands, and perhaps even the right ones.

"What happened in Sokovia?" I broadly ask, curious about the mission as a whole as well.

"Bunch of Hydra agents, freaky siblings. Alien scepter." Tony summarizes for me, and I frown.

"Bruce?" I ask, knowing Bruce will give me a more substantive answer.

"We got there and the place was crawling with Hydra. There were more people than just the siblings there, but I don't think they were going to survive much longer. Whatever Hydra was doing it wasn't for the weak. Of course, that's just what Natasha told me, I couldn't exactly fit inside the base." Bruce tightly smiles, and I realize he was likely there as the Hulk, not Bruce Banner. I know Natasha went to her room and probably wants some space, maybe Steve can tell me more? I can wait until tonight to ask him, I don't want to interrupt his time with Bucky.

"Let's hope Jarvis can find something substantive." I say with a sigh, feeling overwhelmed with the technology on the table in front of me. It would be less daunting if we had a something solid to go off of, but we're starting at square one with the absolute bare minimum.

"He hasn't let me down yet." Tony says and walks away to go do something else while we wait.

I get off the table and walk around the lab. I inspect the Iron Man suits closely, appreciating the details of them. Tony has prototypes laying around all over the place, I bet he spends a good amount of time here when he isn't at Shield compounds.

As I look around at all the spare parts I notice the metal is all sorts of different colors. I wonder if it would be possible for Tony to remove the red star on Bucky's arm. The star isn't just red paint on the metal, it's dyed metal. If Tony is able to color his suits red and gold, perhaps he knows how to remove the color without damaging the arm. I look around and see Tony tinkering with some tools. I walk over to him and see he's working on some sort of blaster for an Iron Man suit.

"Hey Tony, I have a question." I say. I've never talked about this with Bucky, but I'm sure he's reminded of Hydra every day when he has to look at the red star. Tony looks up from his project,

"What is it?" He asks,

"Well, I see you have a lot of colored metal around, and I was wondering if you think it's possible to remove the coloring on Bucky's arm, the red star I mean." I ask, hoping he says yes and that it's an easy process.

"Yeah, I'm sure I can find a way to remove it, give me like a half hour." He says and gets up to go to another part of the lab. I follow behind him and watch as he mixes liquids together and has Jarvis run tests to see if the concoction is strong enough to break the color molecules and remove them.

Finally, after twenty minutes or so of adding things to the mixture, Tony hands me a glass beaker full of solution. The liquid smells terribly, I'm sure it isn't good to inhale.

"You can just take a cloth or something and use that to rub it off, might take some elbow grease." He says and I nod my head. I'm sure Jarvis is going to take a while to come up with a full diagnostic of the scepter, I think it'll be okay to leave for a little while.

I pass the table and look at the glowing stone as I walk to the elevator. Bruce is still watching the scepter as it's being scanned, he's probably trying to rationalize it just like I was but maybe he'll come up with something substantial. I press the button for the main floor and the elevator doors shut in front of me and within seconds they reopen.

I see Steve and Bucky still talking on the couch but they look over to me as the elevator quietly dings. I walk towards them, hoping I didn't interrupt something important. They all scrunch their noses and look at the clear liquid I have in my hands.

"What is that?" Steve asks, a disgusted look on his face. I tap the glass with my fingertips,

"Well, I was thinking that maybe Bucky would want to take the star off of his arm and this stuff will do it. Tony created it a few minutes ago. You don't have to of course, I just thought it might be nice to get rid of it." I explain, looking to Bucky. He has a thoughtful look on his face.

"I think that would be nice." He answers and I smile, happy he agrees with me. I place the glass beaker on the counter and grab a towel Tony has stored in one of the cabinet drawers. Bucky sits at the island with his left arm resting on the stone countertop.

"Are you ready?" I ask before starting the process. He takes a deep breath and nods his head,

"Yeah, I'm ready." I dip the corner of the towel into the liquid, careful to not get it on my skin. I'm sure the liquid is corrosive enough to melt my skin. Maybe I should've grabbed some gloves before doing this, but it's too late, I already started.

I rub the solution over the star, the strong odor making me want to hold my breath. Surprisingly, the solution works like a charm and the red dye starts fading quickly. I put some elbow grease into it, like Tony suggested, as I rub back and forth and see the red dye stain the white towel. I hope Tony wasn't too attached to this towel.

After rubbing the liquid on the star for fifteen minutes, it's finally completely gone. I place the towel in the trash, knowing the red dye ruined it. I keep the beaker on the table because I'm sure I'm not supposed to dispose of it down the drain, it'll probably eat through the pipes.

I look at Bucky's arm, seeing that it's now solid silver, there's no red star blemishing it. Bucky stands up and finds the closest mirror on the wall. He turns his left side towards the mirror and looks at his arm for a few moments. He runs his fingers over the spot where the star once was and it's like he's in awe that it's gone. He turns to me with a smile on his face, and engulfs me in a tight hug, my toes lifting off the ground.

"Thank you." He says in my ear, causing me to smile.

"Of course." I say as he puts me down gently. We hold eye contact for a few moments, and I wish I could just place my hand on his jaw and brush my thumb over his strong cheekbones. Steve clears his throat, which knocks the thought from my head and I step away from Bucky slightly. Steve looks between us both, skepticism on his face but his tone remains cheerful.

"It looks great, Buck." He says. I feel the tension in the room and decide to take the solution back down to the lab where Tony may have a safe way of disposing of it without destroying the pipes.

As I go back to the lab and walk past the table, I hear Jarvis start speaking. I set the glass on the table and freeze as I hear what Jarvis says,

"Analysis complete." My heart starts thumping with anticipation and I join Tony and Bruce's side, eager to hear what Jarvis found.

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Hello! Sorry if this is a weird request but I need comfort rn and would really appreciate it. Could you please write something about the Fellowship (+ Faramir and Eomer) with a s/o who suffers from hypoglycemia, or low blood sugar. So like she constantly has to have food with her at all times because her blood sugar drops super fast. If you don't treat it right away hypoglycemia can send you into a coma or even kill you within an hour so it's pretty serious, and I think it'd be sweet to see them worry. It's something I suffer from so I'd appreciate it. Thanks!!

Hi! First of all, I want to apologise so much for the wait. Second, thank you so much for trusting me with this - I've researched the best I can, but please tell me if there are inaccuracies & I'm happy to adapt/edit this. I hope you enjoy it, and again my sincere apologies <3

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𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐧

✧ Has heard of it before, but only in passing and has never pursued study about it. Until you tell him that you have it.

✧ To which he immediately begins to rectify the situation, which starts with asking you. He's very attentive the entire time, asking questions in the correct places and quickly getting a grasp on the basics.

✧ (Also goes to Lord Elrond for advise and to persuade the books and knowledge there. Although it's not a slight on your explanation at all, he simply wants to do the best he can to keep you safe.)

✧ Thanks you for honouring him with your trust, and promises that he's there if you need anything.

✧ Begins to also carry around sugary food. Predominantly dried berries and fruits while as a ranger, but he will buy you and sugar you want when he's king (and honestly most things you want anyway).

✧ One of the best at recognising your symptoms or when you've hit a low - and is quick to check you have what you need.

✧ Big believer in sitting down when your dizzy, as long as you aren't in a literal lake. Asks if you need anything else, before setting down his cloak as a kind of blanket.

✧ Very content to simply sit down for as long as you need.

✧ Is also understanding with more emotional symptoms of hypoglycemia, and one of the most helpful and understanding when it comes to this.

✧ Will stay with you and reassure you as well as he can. Has a good mixture of taking your worries seriously, while also recognising them as symptoms and encouraging you to get your blood sugar up.

𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬

✧ Noticed something before you revealed it, with all the snacks you constantly have, but doesn't realise it's a medical condition.

✧ When you tell him he instantly asks if you need to eat something, before realising what he's said and apologising.

✧ Also asks a lot of questions, and gets progressively more and more concerned as you explain (he tries to conceal his facial expressions, which works somewhat well).

✧ Gets a lot of snacks for you, although they start off with being mostly berries. He is very open and asking for feedback on his snack selection.

✧ Very observant as to when you begin to exhibit symptoms, although he's better at recognising physical symptoms than mental symptoms.

✧ Doesn't entirely trust himself to recognise symptoms at the start, so regularly checks in on you to make sure you're ok (when you've last eaten, the exercise since then, etc).

✧ Legolas doesn't joke with your condition, but does express displeasure about the human body doing what it does ('but why? You don't deserve this').

✧ If you're having an low moment, you can see him struggling between wanting to leave you alone and wanting to keep you close to him.

✧ He will go with whatever option you want, but is always incredibly gentle with you when he's there.

✧ Often will sit in a tree, always remembers this is not the best option and somehow gracefully falls to the floor.

✧ (Also sits directly on grass but never gets grass stains.)

𝐆𝐢𝐦𝐥𝐢

✧ Has legitimate sugar-cubes for you when he first learns, although his repertoire eventually expands. (At the start there's also a lot of dried and candied fruit.)

✧ The most brusque about checking that you've eaten sufficiently.

✧ Tries to not be worried, doesn't do an incredible job of hiding it.

✧ Can practically seek his heart-rate spike when you get out something to eat. Instantly stops whatever he's doing to make sure that you're ok.

✧ Will check on you every few weeks, repeating his more basic knowledge and checking that you're still ok.

✧ Although he's the most worried - he's also one of the ones who is most ok with you joining in at combat and not treating you like you're fragile.

✧ He has faith in you destroying your foes - low blood sugar or not.

✧ Drinks a lot less around you, and when he does he researches as to what's best for you.

✧ (Would experiment with your tastes if you do drink.)

𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫

✧ Hasn't heard of it - but is very responsive, sits down with you and talks it through with you.

✧ Checks in on you quite often, and if he's gone too long without checking you can feel his hand encompass yours. "How are you, my love?"

✧ If you're ever feeling dizzy or shaky because of a low he's there for you, and if you're ok with being touched he'll take you in his arms to keep you safe.

✧ Insists that you should sit down eventually, but even once you do he keeps you close to him.

✧ Buys a lot of sugary things for you (he actually has a very sweet tooth, so has a lot of recommendations).

✧ After every low, without fail, he takes some time to talk to you. To make sure you’re ok, if there’s anything he can do for you, and if there’s something he can do to prevent it next time.

✧ But, most importantly, he wants to make sure you know that you aren’t a burden. That he loves you, all of you, and he doesn’t care about little things like this.

✧ Nothing could make him love you less.

𝐏𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧

✧ Needs you to explain it to him (probably multiple times). Every time he apologises, but it’s just because he’s concerned - that he needs to know he can keep you safe.

✧ The most open about asking if you need anything, with a straightforward approach rather than just getting ready to care for you.

✧ Is more than happy to share the stash of sweets he keeps on him at all times, although over time you do notice it changing to compliment your tastes.

✧ Actually keeps a little journal of your lows, when they occurred and how long for. He even has a little symbol and colour chart to help keep track.

✧ Is a little embarrassed when you first find out about it. “I- I just wanted to make sure you’d be ok, that I could keep an eye on you. Here.”

✧ (Asks if you’re ok with him doing this afterwards, and completely respects your wishes either way.)

✧ Often asks for kisses after you’ve eaten something particularly sugary (if you’re up to it).

✧ Manages to guess what you’ve eaten with remarkable accuracy. You’re fairly certain that sometimes he gets it wrong simply to kiss you again.

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲

✧ Actually very responsible. Listens to you intensely, and then goes away and does a lot of his own research.

✧ Every now and then he’ll ask you a few clarifying statements, and when you ask how he always shrugs and gives (not deliberately) vague answers. Manages to understand the basics of your condition fairly quickly.

✧ Is always ready to talk if you ever need to complain or vent your frustrations, and has mastered the art of agreeing with you and making you feel heard without hijacking the conversation or making it darker than you want.

✧ Has a little stash of some hard sweet (like sherbets or humbugs) in the pockets of almost all his going-out clothes as an extra back-up. Sometimes accidentally gets multiple.

✧ Very good at staying calm in situations, and will stay as long as you need to make sure you’re ok or walk you through something.

✧ More than happy to offer up his coat if you ever need to sit down and there’s only grass.

𝐒𝐚𝐦

✧ The one who enjoys baking you the sweets you carry.

✧ Always slips you a pastry or tart whenever you leave the house, and makes sure you have something with you at all times.

✧ While perusing his recipe books, you notice little scrap notes - details of how much sugar there is, how well it works as a pick-me-up for you if you’re feeling down. It’s remarkably well-kept.

✧ Of course, if you comment on any of this he blushes as he denies it being a big deal.

✧ “It’s no problem! I just want to show how much I love you, is all. And- this is one of the best ways for me. Because I do love you, and what’s the point in loving without something to show for it?”

✧ Also very aware of when you being to display low blood sugar, simply gives your hand a squeeze and gently looks over to you. Asking if you need him for anything, anything at all.

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐨

✧ Is the one who you know will, without fail, stay with you until the end.

✧ Even if you need him to go get something for you he always says he’ll be back shortly, always gives a nervous glance before finally leaving.

✧ Asks if you were ok when he comes back in.

✧ Also gets quite worried when you first tell him, and you need to reassure him a little.

✧ Still, he always tries to bake for you - and also has quite a lot of food in his pocket. When he can’t get anything done, or the recipe is too complicated, he’ll sheepishly ask Sam.

✧ Quite often takes picnic blankets when he two of you are going on walks, and gets it out as soon as you need it.

✧ (Honestly, you sometimes wonder if he gets it out just so he can stop and sit down on a blanket or a while.)

✧ When the two of you are staying together he’ll often lie next to you, smiling and leaning on you while still staying awake. Very occasionally, if he hasn’t slept, you realise he’s fallen asleep on you.

𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫

✧ Suspects you have a medical condition before you tell him, but won’t ever comment on it. (He does do some reading up beforehand.)

✧ When you tell him he takes it very seriously, and afterwards thanks you for trusting him. There’s a slight blush when he asks if there’s anything, anything at all, he could do to help you.

✧ You assure him that if you need him you’ll say so - and he holds you to that promise.

✧ Isn’t much of a baker, or that much of a sweet tooth, but enjoy going around and buying you things that he thinks you’ll like.

✧ Oftens ends up with highly decorated items (and has a weird tendency to get rose flavoured things) for you. You still appreciate it, and he always informs you of how sugar content there is.

✧ Panics the first time you’re very low on blood sugar, but keeps it fairly well concealed. The second time he’s much more put together.

✧ He’s the one you, generally, feel safest telling if you ever need anything. He always nods, gives you a quick kiss, and immediately gets whatever you were asking for.

✧ When you first mention you feel weak, he jokingly offers to carry you. You jokingly take him up on it, but to your surprise he immediately picks you up and takes you wherever you need to go. (Secretly enjoys this a lot.)

✧ If you’re quite out-of-it, having blurred vision or serious symptoms, he sits with you and tells stories to keep your mind of it. Stays as close as he can, often letting you lean against him.

𝐄𝐨𝐦𝐞����

✧ Will probably need quite a bit of explaining as to what your condition is, but you can tell that he’s trying.

✧ Is also the one who cares the least - not because he doesn’t care about you, but because he loves you for your personality, your smile, and the way you understand him. You having hypoglycemia doesn’t affect that.

✧ However, when you realise in a panic you’ve forgotten a sweet, he quietly offers you one of your favourites.

✧ You can see the blush on his cheeks as he insists it’s nothing, before looking away. And then asking if you’re ok about three seconds later.

✧ Checks up on you probably an excessive amount, but it’s out of a place of concern. (It’s also very easy to tease him about it.)

✧ “You’re still the person I love, and you’re still just as strong with or without it. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t love you for you?”

A/N : Hopefully you enjoyed! Also, sorry for the lack of updates this week - it's been quite busy for me, but I hope to get back to my regular schedule (and do something special for Halloween!)

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