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kiss-me-cill-me · 8 months

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The Ninth Crewmember

Pairing: Robert Capa x Reader

Word Count: 4.9k

Summary: You are the ninth crewmember aboard Icarus II, and as the journey wears on you begin to find it harder and harder to ignore your feelings for Capa. Maybe it would be easier if he'd quit dragging you into bed with him...

Warnings: Smut, mentions of reader taking birth control pills as well as other medications, mild angst/pining, nightmares, literal sleeping together, the fun kind of sleeping together, Capa is a bit of a dick but also a sadboi, teasing, begging, use of "good girl" (whoops), bad puns

A/N: Can you tell that I struggle with titles haha? Anyway, finally getting around to cross-posting this from AO3 in my continued attempts to fuel @cillmequick's Capa thots 😉

***Please read the warnings before continuing. Minors DNI***

Your fingers hovered over the panel, looking for the button you were supposed to press. They were all clearly labeled, but there were so many of them that you were having a hard time locating the one you needed. Your index finger moved hesitantly closer to a square near the bottom right of the panel.

“Not that one.”

Capa’s voice behind you made you jump. He sounded… not exactly annoyed, but tired by having to explain again what you were supposed to be doing. Your cheeks heated up as he leaned in close, chin hovering just above your shoulder as he looked at the panel.

“That one.”

He pointed at a button in the lower left, which, embarrassingly, was flashing bright orange and labeled “TEST” in all capital letters. You felt the need to apologize, but held your tongue. Capa went back to doing whatever it was he had been concentrating on before, at the other end of the room. The space he left in his wake felt oddly noticeable.

“Okay,” he said, taking his time to flip a couple of switches above his head. “Ready in three… two… one…”

You pressed the button as he finished counting down, and instantly the room in front of the control chamber was filled with spots of twinkling light. They seemed to dance over every surface for just a moment. The display lasted for less than three seconds, but it was breathtaking even in impermanence.

You looked over at Capa, your eyes still shining with the beauty of it, only to see him calmly taking notes. His expression was carefully neutral, lips pressed together as he scribbled with short, purposeful strokes.

“Capa?” you asked.

“Hm?”

He didn’t look up as he continued to record his observations, and you didn’t wait for him to before continuing.

“Do you think the real thing will look like that?”

Capa stopped writing for a moment, and seemed to consider your question seriously before answering.

“No,” he said finally, putting his stylus down and fixing you with a gaze that made you breath stop. “Even after watching a thousand of these simulations, I don’t think that any one of them could ever capture the true beauty. What it will really look like.”

You were standing a few feet away from him, fixed in place by his intense gaze. Something about Capa had fascinated you, from the moment you’d stepped aboard Icarus II. His bluntness, maybe, or the way his eyes seemed to scan over everything in front of him, as if he were reading it all - people, data, situations - like they were a book. And you would be lying if you said that it didn’t make your heart swell whenever he did it to you.

“You and I will be some of the only people to ever live who will see something so magnificent,” Capa said quietly. “We should count ourselves lucky.”

You nodded in agreement, too entranced and too afraid of flubbing your words to reply.

“Thank you for your help,” Capa continued. He went back to note taking, as if he hadn’t just been waxing poetic about life and the universe. “You can go.”

Capa’s words rang in your head as you made your way to the medbay. It had been hours since you’d left his lab, but the weight still seemed to resonate. A beauty unlike anything anyone had ever seen before. You reflected on the thought as you reported to Searle, to help with a few things before going to bed.

One of Searle’s duties was handing out supplements, and he often asked for your help with making the deliveries. Icarus II was a very large ship, and your fellow crewmembers were usually spread out in the various quarters and chambers. It was faster to do the job with two people.

Before heading off, you worked on separating various pills into small plastic cups, one for each person. There were quite a few pills that everyone had to take every day. Space travel was hard on the body, and it was difficult if not impossible to get all of the necessary nutrients from the food you had aboard. Even with the gardens and the ability to have fresh vegetables, you all still had to take a lot of supplements.

You finished doling out the vitamins, and then opened the final bottle of pills. You, Cassie, and Corazon also received one other daily medication: an oral contraceptive. You dropped three little pills into three little cups.

As you replaced the bottle’s lid, your mind drifted again to Capa. The weight of him hovering just behind you, so close that you could feel his breath against your cheek. You wondered if he had any idea that he made your heart flutter just by being next to you. If he did, he certainly didn’t show it. Capa was incredibly hard to read, but for some reason that only made you want him all the more. Your thoughts wandered, imagining things that you knew would never happen. His hand reaching out to you; the feel of his fingers against your waist; his beautiful blue eyes rolling back as he-

You slammed the bottle of pills down on the counter, banishing the fantasies before you could get too wrapped up in them. It was a bad idea to sleep with your coworkers. The birth control pills were mandated for female crewmembers, but they were precaution rather than permission. Nine people cooped up together, for years. It was better to prevent any potential problems from happening. It was only logical to mitigate the risk. But that didn’t mean that relationships were encouraged.

And besides, you told yourself, it's not like Capa would be interested anyway.

You picked up the little plastic vial with your pills, and tipped them all into your mouth, swallowing quickly.

They burned your throat on the way down.

Capa’s eyes looked almost white in the vivid yellow light of the sun. He looked at the dying star, and you looked at him, breathless again at the way he seemed to silently consider everything in front of him. The edges of his thumbs ghosted over his lips as he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, as if to get just a bit closer to that magnificent light.

You were sitting in the observatory, Capa’s empty vial of pills placed precariously on the edge of the bench between you. It had taken you quite a while to find him. He often stayed up late working in his lab, and it was almost rare to see him outside of it. He had been your last delivery, so you figured it wouldn’t hurt to sit with him awhile before heading to your quarters.

You’d been wrong, of course; it hurt more than anything to sit next to him and not have the courage, or the recklessness, to reach out and touch him. As he looked on with amazement at the pulsating sun, you tore your eyes away from him to peer out as well. Dark webs of red and black stretched over the star’s surface. It was strange to think about - how up close it all looked so different from how it had back on Earth. It took up the entire viewing window; so large that it almost felt like it could swallow you at any moment, despite still being millions of miles away.

As he leaned forward, Capa’s dog tags dangled in front of his chest. You wanted nothing more than to grab them. Wrap your fingers around the thin cord holding them, and pull him to you until you both tumbled off the edge of something and into the blazing unknown.

Your tongue darted out to lick your lips. Chapped from the heat of the sun.

“It’s getting late,” you whispered, hoping that he would break the spell so that you wouldn’t have to. “You should get to bed, Capa.”

“Hard to when the sun’s always right there, isn’t it?” he asked, cryptically.

“I guess it is,” you agreed. “But you should still get some rest.”

Capa nodded, and rose from the bench, crushing his empty cup in his hand. He looked back at you, seemed as if he was about to say something, and then left the room without uttering a word. You let out a rough breath, shaking even as you were bathed in the glowing light.

A noise woke you up from your fitful sleep. You’d had a lot of trouble closing your eyes in the first place - probably because of the way your heart was still hammering in your chest, and the way your mind was racing from the events of the day. Still, it was odd to hear any sort of noise at night. Usually the hallways of the ship were deserted, as the crew all slept in their separate chambers. You listened closely, trying to identify the noise through the haze of sleep still clouding your senses.

You heard it again: a muffled banging followed by what sounded like someone struggling.

Curious, you got out of bed and padded softly across the floor of your small room. The door slid open soundlessly, and as you stepped out into the hall you heard the noise a third time. Now you could clearly tell that it was coming from across the hall. Capa’s room.

You hesitated for a moment, closed fist raised and ready to knock. He probably wouldn’t want you to bother him, but what if something was wrong and you ignored it? You wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself. You knocked.

Another muffled sound came from inside, unintelligible.

“Capa?” you whispered, lips pressed as close to the door as you could manage. You didn’t want to wake anyone else up.

There was no answer.

Well, you were already here. You might as well go in and make sure he was okay, just in case. Pressing the small button to open the door, you slipped quietly into his room. The door slid closed behind you.

Capa’s room was entirely dark, unlike the faint, recessed glow of the hallway. It took your eyes a moment to adjust, but when they finally did you could see Capa asleep in his bed, thrashing against some unseen threat. He was having a nightmare.

Immediately, you felt embarrassed. You shouldn’t have barged in; this was his personal space. He was vulnerable, and clearly going through something unpleasant. Knowing Capa, you felt certain that he wouldn’t want any of the others seeing him like this, including you. His brows creased and lips pressed feverishly together in his sleep. You turned to leave, feeling foolish.

“Who’s there?”

The sound of Capa’s voice behind you made you freeze. Just like earlier, in the lab, a shiver inched down your spine at the thought of facing him. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself.

“It’s me,” you responded, turning around.

He was sitting up in bed, blankets pooled around his waist. Shirtless. You felt your face heating up, and were relieved that he couldn’t see your eyes widen in the dark.

“Oh,” said Capa softly. “What are you doing here?”

“I, um… I heard something and I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Against your better judgment, you took a few steps toward him as you spoke. There was a chair next to his bed, and you sat in it, leaning forward on your elbows as you tried to read his expression. The lines of his face betrayed nothing, as usual.

“Is… everything okay?” you asked hesitantly.

Capa swallowed before answering, his eyes flitting up to land on your face. Even in the dark, somehow they seemed to shine. You wanted to look away. You knew you should. But looking into his eyes felt the same as the rushing weightlessness of looking into the sun.

“I’m fine,” he assured you. “Sometimes I have nightmares.”

You nodded, a little surprised he had opened up to you..

“Me too,” you admitted.

Capa seemed to understand what you meant, without you having to say it. He didn’t look away from you as he spoke.

“It is frightening,” he told you. “To be face to face with all of it. The beauty. The scale, unlike anything you’d ever seen back on Earth.” Your mind flashed back to Capa in the observation deck, eyes wide open and leaning forward toward the molten sun. You had thought he was fascinated, but maybe it was something more like the magnetic pull of fear that made him inch closer.

“But I meant what I said earlier,” he continued. “We are lucky to be here.”

Silence hung between you for a moment.

“I’m sorry for letting myself in,” you said finally. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Don’t be,” Capa said. “It’s nice to be checked up on.”

You smiled softly, even as your heart hammered in your chest. You put your hands on your knees and stood up from the chair, then leaned down to look at Capa one last time. He was still sitting up in bed, propped on one elbow, facing slightly toward you. A breath caught in your throat as you reached out and placed a hand on his bare shoulder.

“Get some rest, Capa,” you told him, giving a gentle squeeze.

As you moved your hand away, suddenly it was stopped by strong, stable fingers. You looked down to see Capa grabbing your wrist, looking up at you with those damn sensuous eyes. This time, your heart stopped.

“Stay with me?” Capa asked, the barest hint of a prayer in his voice.

“I…”

“Please?”

Time seemed to stand still as you looked at him. A trace of fear in the very corner of his eyes. A few pieces of hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, pressing just a bit too tight.

“Okay,” you agreed. The word seemed to carry all of the air in your lungs along with it, out into the vacant night.

You sat on the edge of his bed, awkwardly facing him, and Capa moved backward to make more space for you. Hesitant, you weren’t sure if he wanted you to lie down next to him. It wasn’t exactly a roomy bed, not being intended for more than one person to occupy at a time. You flittered with indecision as Capa settled back into his pillows.

“C’mere.”

Suddenly, an arm was around your waist. And then you were being hooked into Capa’s body, your back pressing snugly against his chest. Capa sighed behind you, his breath tickling the back of your neck. His arm was still draped around your waist, and his lips just barely brushed against you.

“Sweet dreams,” he whispered.

You let out a shaky breath, and prayed that Capa couldn’t hear how fast your heart was beating.

The next morning, you woke up alone. You tried to ignore your disappointment. Capa was an early riser; the type to get a head start on the day by spending all hours in his lab, including the ones before anyone else on the ship was awake. You had always seen him as a hard worker, but after seeing him so unusually agitated last night, you now wondered if there weren’t other reasons he barely seemed to sleep.

You looked around the small room for a few moments, reflecting on what had happened. Part of you still couldn’t believe it. Was it possible that Capa had feelings for you, or were you just a warm body to sleep next to? Did it even matter? If it meant you got to press yourself up against him, you honestly didn’t care whether there was anything more to it.

But then anxiety clouded your mind. What if Capa had left because he was embarrassed? Too shy to confront you about the mistake he’d made in asking you to stay with him? He was, generally, very straightforward - but you also got the sense that he liked to avoid conflict if possible. And he was so damn hard to read. You sat up and put your feet on the floor, crossing your legs and squeezing them together. He was driving you crazy, and the worst part was, you were way too much of a coward to tell him about it.

You stood, made a sound of frustration, and carefully left the room - looking both ways before you stepped out into the hallway. It was still early, but you certainly didn’t need anyone seeing you step out of Capa’s room first thing in the morning. Rumors traveled faster in the cramped halls of a spaceship than lightning on a summer’s night. You slipped back into your own room, and got ready for the day. Maybe, later, you would confront Capa.

You spent the day avoiding Capa. Which wasn’t too hard; he really did spend most of his time in his lab. You focused on helping Corazon in the oxygen garden, trying to distract yourself with the calming, white-noise sound of water. It didn’t do much good for your nerves, unfortunately.

As the hours wore on, you became more and more agitated, and ultimately, convinced that Capa regretted your night together. It was disappointing, sure, but this was really just a testament to why you shouldn’t have gotten involved in the first place. It was a bad idea to sleep with your coworkers. Even if you did literally only sleep with them.

That night, you begged off of helping Searle with the medications; telling him you had a headache and wanted to get to bed. Really, you just couldn't face the thought of handing Capa his little plastic cup of pills, watching as he observed you with his characteristic disinterest. Searle added a few ibuprofen to your medications and watched as you swallowed them down, before telling you he’d handle it and to get some rest.

Eyes on the floor, you headed to your room.

This was not good. You still had years left on the ship, pressed together with everyone in tight quarters. And Capa was right across the hall from you. There was no possible way to avoid him, and yet, how were you supposed to face him after the embarrassment of being ignored and rejected? Your thoughts were still swirling as you reached the door to your quarters, and pressed the button to go inside.

“Sleeping alone tonight?”

The familiar voice behind you caught you off guard. You hadn’t seen him there.

“I didn’t realize there was another option.”

You turned around to face him, slowly. Capa was standing in the open doorway to his room, hands in his pockets and arms unfairly attractive in his light gray tank top. There was just a hint of mischief in his eyes as they slowly swept over you, and it made you feel both anger and arousal.

“I’m sorry about this morning,” Capa said, again seeming to sense what you were feeling without you even telling him. “Trey needed my help with something, and I figured you wouldn’t want me to wake you. Ooor want to walk out together in front of him.”

You felt yourself starting to soften, but still gave your best attempt at a pout as you crossed your arms.

“You could have told me earlier.”

“I know. And I am sorry.” Capa took a step back into his room. “Let me make it up to you?”

It was the wrong decision to follow him. You knew this, but you did it anyway. If only to finish the conversation in the relative privacy of Capa’s room instead of out in the hallway where anyone could hear you. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

“Please don’t be mad?”

Capa’s room was dark, again, and it took your eyes a few seconds to adjust. When you could see him clearly, he was looking down at you, careful expression and head cocked to the side as he awaited your answer.

“Okay,” you agreed.

You were rewarded with a small smile from Capa, and instantly your heart melted. You really couldn’t stay mad at him, even if you wanted to. He was just too damned attractive.

“Let’s go to bed then,” Capa said happily.

He tore off his shirt as he walked to the bed, and for a second you weren’t sure how you were going to stay upright. Capa stood by the bed and waited for you.

“Ladies first.”

“I, um…” you began. “Maybe I should get my pajamas out of my room.”

“Mmm, you don’t really need them.”

Capa took a step toward you and reached over, pulling you close to him. At the same time, his fingers slipped beneath the hem of your shirt. And before you could protest, he was pulling the fabric up and over your head, leaving you only in shorts and a sports bra.

“That’s better,” he smirked.

Capa’s warm fingers landed on your waist, and you felt yourself swoon again. If it weren’t for his piercing blue eyes holding you in place, you were certain you would have fallen over.

Gently, Capa guided you to bed and let you climb in first, before crawling after you. You were spooning again, this time with you lying closest to the wall. With Capa’s body pressed against you, the result was a warm but not uncomfortable closeness. It felt like you were boxed into your own little world, even as the vastness of space threatened to spill in all around you.

Capa’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you in even tighter. You settled back against him, all of your earlier tension melting away. This was nice, whatever it was. You had made up your mind to just enjoy it. It had been a long time since you’d been so close to someone. Capa’s long hair tickled your neck and shoulders, and you exhaled as he-

“Capa!”

His mouth was suddenly on your shoulder, kissing rough enough to leave a bruise. You felt heat rush to your face once again.

“Shhhh,” he teased, lips brushing against you. “Don’t want anyone else to hear us, right?”

“What are you doing?” you whispered frantically.

“Making it up to you,” Capa replied, devilishly. “Like I said I would.”

He put his lips on your neck this time, kissing and scraping your soft skin with his teeth. Despite yourself, you let out a small whimper. Capa’s arms tightened around you.

“Do you forgive me?” Capa asked. You could feel him smiling into your neck.

“I-I don’t know.” A sudden surge of boldness swept through you. “You might need to convince me some more.”

“Hmmm,” Capa growled, directly into your ear. “Wonder how I can do that…"

One of his hands trailed lazily up and down your thigh. His touch was feather-light; moving so slowly that it had your head spinning. Without warning, he grabbed the back of your leg, pads of his fingers pressing into your bare flesh.

“Oh-”

The word left your lips involuntarily, and you felt Capa smirk against you again.

“Think I might have a few ideas…” he said.

“Capa, I-” Before you could get out more than two words, his hand had snaked around to the front of your shorts and was pushing past your waistband. Separated only by the cloth of your panties, his fingers pressed against the wetness that was quickly spreading between your thighs.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he whispered. “I knew you were into me, but I didn’t know you had it this bad.”

You arched your back against his bare chest, too drunk on his fingers to formulate a response. And he hadn’t even pushed past your panties yet; he was just touching you through the fabric as you fell apart for him.

“Good girl,” he rasped, sending another wave of euphoria from your neck to your throbbing cunt. “So eager. Want me to put ‘em inside you?”

You nodded, desperate but not trusting your voice enough to speak. Capa slid his hand past the final layer of fabric that separated you, and then one of his fingers was pressing into you. You squeezed your legs together, trapping his hand, and Capa quickly added another finger.

“Fuuuuuck,” he hissed.

His fingers curled, pulling at the strings of tension that were already building in your stomach. You wanted nothing more than to scream for him, but knew you shouldn't. The walls of the ship were far from soundproof, and there were rooms on either side of you.

Capa’s thumb pressed down on your clit, rubbing it as his fingers continued to move inside of you. You were desperate for something to grab onto, but the only thing in front of you was blank wall. You settled for wrapping your legs around his, entangling yourselves together to give you some semblance of being grounded. You bucked against his hand, begging for more friction.

“Forgive me yet?” Capa teased, his breath ghosting over your ear again.

You shook your head no; not willing to give up on the game just yet. Behind you, Capa chuckled.

“So stubborn,” he muttered. “You really want to make me work for it.”

Capa took his fingers away, and you moaned at the sudden loss of him. Not wasting any more time, he grabbed your shorts and pulled them down. You had a brief moment to wonder what you had gotten yourself into.

You’d felt his growing bulge press into your back as Capa had teased you with his fingers, and now you felt him sliding out of his sweatpants. You were both naked from the waist down, and-

“Fuck, Capa.”

He was brushing the tip over your entrance, not pressing into you yet but just taunting with the idea of it. His hand was firmly at the base of his shaft, ready to guide himself up into you.

“Tell me how bad you want it.”

“Please, Capa.”

“Wanna hear you say it.”

“I need you inside me,” you whispered.

“Fucking beg for it.”

With a frustrated whine, you pushed down and back, forcing his cock into your aching pussy. He was such a tease; you couldn't take it any longer. He was so hard he slid right into you, and the stretch against your walls was like heaven.

Without warning, your orgasm broke over you, crashing into your body with an intensity unlike anything you had ever felt before. It was bliss and beauty and all for the man who was ruining you with every touch. You pressed harder, wanting to feel Capa inside of you as deep as you possibly could. You arched against him, head falling back against his shoulder as you rode out the high.

Capa grabbed at your breasts roughly.

“You know,” he began, “you've never been very good at following directions.”

He pulled out of you suddenly, making you gasp as you clenched around nothing. Quickly, you were flipped onto your back, and then Capa was hovering over you, his eyes burning ice blue.

“Let's try that again,” he said, lining himself up as he leaned forward, pressing his whole body against yours. “I want you. To fucking. Beg.”

“Capa, please,” you breathed.

“Please what?”

“Please put it in me! God, I want you to fill me up. Please, please-”

Capa smirked above you, and your eyes rolled back in your head.

“That's my good girl.”

The sound that left your mouth as he entered you once again would have been mortifying, had you been thinking straight enough to hear it. As it was, Capa seemed to drink up your pathetic mewls and breathy sighs. He pumped in and out of you a few times, watching as you bounced on the bed beneath him.

“Should've gotten you in my bed a long time ago,” Capa panted, still pumping into you relentlessly. “I could've been listening to your pretty noises this whole time.”

His face was right next to yours; the stubble on his jaw scratching you with every thrust. You could feel his lips brushing against your ear as he continued.

“Kinda regret wasting all those hours in the lab with you doing actual work. It's a lot more fun for me to press your buttons.”

Your arms and legs wrapped around him, and your fingers tangled in his hair. Capa kissed you roughly on the lips. His thrusts started to get sloppier, falling out of their methodical rhythm.

“Gonna let me cum inside you, yeah?”

You could do nothing but wrap your legs around him tighter, pinning him in place.

“Fuck, that's right. Gonna take all of it and beg for more. I'll have you in here every fucking night, on your back for me, screaming so that everybody hears how bad you want me to stick it in you.”

Capa’s mouth was going to be the death of you. You clenched around him, silently begging him to cum. It was humiliating, how badly you wanted to be filled by him.

“Oh, fuck!” Capa shouted, entirely too loud.

He held you tight as he emptied into you, giving a few final, weak thrusts. He was breathing heavily, still looming over you as his chest heaved. After a few seconds, he pulled back to look at you.

“So, does that make up for leaving this morning?” he asked, smirk still plastered on his face.

“I… don't know,” you panted. “I think we might need to do it once more… to make sure.”

You looked up at him, mischief playing in your own eyes. Capa wasn't the only one who could tease.

“Oh yeah? Only once more?” he prodded.

He reached up to push the hair out of his face, slicked down with the sweat of his exertion. But despite that, you could already feel him getting hard again.

“Well, maybe a few times,” you smiled.

You leaned up and caught his lips in a kiss.

#robert capa x reader #robert capa smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy smut #LemmyFics

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star-stilinski · 1 month

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(repost of an old deleted fic!)

why aren’t we talking about this dylan HELLOO??? new girl LITERALLY fed us and none of us are looking.

read pt 2 here!

like imagine this is (normal!universe) stiles, senior year, and he chickened out of asking his dream girl (and one of his best friends) to prom. now, he’s sat in the back of the room sulking as you slow dance with some douchebag who’s feeling you up too enthusiastically.

eventually, he ends the miserable night dragging his feet behind scott, who had the brilliant idea of getting a hotel room. his idea was formed, of course, to be apart of some trashy rager a junior was throwing. stiles was only mildly interested. he’d get to see you, but he’d have to do so with that douche attached to your hip, thinking he was gonna get lucky.

he’s not expecting this, though.

you’re sitting outside one of the rooms at the end of the hall. head in your hands, hair down and messier than before.

he had left scott to get some air (and totally not to look for you. what? he got worried).

“…you okay?”

and when you look up at him, his heart skips. your makeup is all smudged and your hair is a bit messy. teary-eyed, trembling lip.

you’re the most beautiful girl stiles has ever seen.

“I… I don’t know.” you answer, wiping your nose. he approaches softly and hesitates before sitting next to you. you both stare at an odd looking painting on the hallway wall.

“stiles.” you hum after a long moment. it’s not a question.

“yeah?”

“do boys think I’m ugly?”

his face screws up, confused and a bit appalled. was this a test? you? ugly? “what?”

“do boys think-“

“yeah, I heard you. what makes you think that?” his tone twists on accident, sounding a bit like he was saying ‘are you stupid?’. he silently curses himself as you sniffle.

“jake wanted to… he asked me… he didn’t ask me, but he started to take off my dress,” you explain quietly, “and I didn’t want to. and he told me that I should because most of the lacrosse guys would never give me a chance and I could stay a virgin for a long time if I didn’t sleep with him.”

it kinda word vomits out of you, but it feels better to say it out loud. more like jake was in the wrong and less like he was right. but part of you wondered still.

when you turn back to stiles, it’s because he hasn’t spoken. and you kind of wish you had just kept looking at the sort of ugly painting because the way stiles looks at you…

it’s like you hung the moon.

lips parted, brows upturned. the glint in his brown eyes from the dim yellow light, the way his bow tie hangs off his neck, the way his chest moves to breathe deeper when your eyes meet. his hands twitch closer, like he wants to hold you, but he doesn’t.

“boys don’t think you’re ugly.”

he’s breathless, you realize. his tone is all lost and whisper-like. his face inches closer to yours and you suck in a silent breath.

“jake is probably one of the most obtuse guys on the planet.” his voice picks up into that silly one he uses to cheer you up. you could hear it from a mile away. “you know he’s failing every class except gym? yeah, even econ. and coach likes him. it takes a whole lot of stupid to get to that point.”

you giggle, but it’s still a laugh full of tears as you pinch the skirt of your prom dress.

“I mean, cmon, look at you. did he rub off on you?” stiles pauses. “wrong choice of words, whoops.”

you laugh again, wiping your eyes. it smudges you mascara worse and stiles dawns a crooked smile. he speaks again, with more confidence than he started with.

“I’m just saying, maybe you’re not as smart as I thought you were. if you’re letting jake get the best of you. seriously.”

stiles lifts his hand to wipe at the mascara, catching a stray tear. his hand leaves your cheek reluctantly after he admires your lips, and he sighs.

“you’re… beautiful. you’re an angel, a princess. you’re what guys dream about when they get sappy and want a picket fence and two dogs and a perfect wife in a sundress. you’re also probably what guys dream about when they want to cum fast.”

your eyes go wide at the last part and stiles wants to bite his tongue off. “I-I just meant, like, the lacrosse guys, they’ve talked about you before… both ways. so you have nothing to-“

“stiles.” you say again, but this time you’re smiling just a bit and stiles thinks he might have just won the lottery ten times and became king of the world.

“mhm?”

“do you think I’m pretty?” and you’re still smiling so you both know what the answer must be.

“you just want me to say it.” he whisperes reluctantly, a pout forming on his lips.

“after the night I’ve had? that would be great.”

“and why would you go make out with another guy and then come out here asking me to confess to you?”

you frown. “maybe you’re the stupid one. I was trying to make you jealous. jake just… didn’t know that.”

stiles looks mildly impressed at that information. “mission accomplished. you know you scare me a little?”

“I know. now is there anything you want to tell me, stilinski?” you scoot closer, smile growing on your face. he laughs, embarrassed, and meets your eyes.

“I think you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, and I want nothing more than to kiss you right now and take you to the nearest Denny’s because I’m pretty sure everything else is closed.”

he’s leaning in, now, waiting for you to close the gap.

“I think I’d like that.” you whisper, leaning in. your noses bump and you both laugh breathlessly before he cups your cheek and meets your eyes, leaning in to press the sweetest kiss to your lips.

so maybe I got a little into this. lay off me, alright?? I’m in the trenches.

…i made a part 2! it's just a lil 'what next', but i really enjoyed writing stiles like this. lmk if you'd like to see more from this vibe of him!

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– Sanji with the 2° genre, prompt (u.) 🍡

You know, I never would've paired this prompt with Sanji, but I think its more harsh nature pairs itself well with a masculine reader, so that's what I'll do! This ended up being pretty long so everything is under the cut

Since this is the first one I'll be posting like this I'll just explain - anything where you only requested one character, I assumed was to be paired with a Reader, since I struggled with making a lot of them work as a solo thing.

Content/warnings: Sanji/M!Reader, hurt/comfort, getting together, reader is insecure, Sanji is kinda cruel at the start whoops, Sanji has a gay awakening

You'd been acting off all day, you knew you had, and while the crew hadn't mentioned it you were aware they'd noticed and that they were beginning to worry. Generally, you kept in high spirits. Not today. It wasn't any much, your insecurities had just been getting to you lately. You also felt ridiculous for letting that spoil your mood all day, which was only making your mood worse. You were the least attractive person on the crew, in your opinion (outside of Chopper because who is calling a kid attractive). Most days, you let yourself be confident in the fact that it didn't matter because that didn't make you ugly and you had a good personality so why did looks matter. Some days it bothered you anyway.

You were docked at an island while the log pose set, and pretty much all of the crew had received attention from people (of their preferred gender and not), outside of Chopper, but again, he didn't count (and he'd still had a group of teenage girls call him cute). You? You'd not gotten a single comment or even a look. It just made your stomach twist. It was stupid and you knew it, but it was eating you up inside. Worrying about that just led to more worrying about other things and you were spiralling a little even if you were attempting to pretend you weren't. It wasn't working.

"What's your problem?" Sanji asked as he emerged from the kitchen having just finished cleaning all the dishes from lunch.

"I don't want to talk about it, Sanji." He'd not gotten much attention from women, but oh boy had Sanji gotten attention from men. He'd brushed every one of them off, rather unkindly, and that hurt too. You'd had a bit of a crush on Sanji for ages now, but moments like that told you that you couldn't ever share that fact with the cook.

"Then stop moping! It doesn't help anything, and it's not great for the mood on board." He retorted with a roll of his eyes, and you rubbed a hand over your face with a sigh. You didn't want to lash out, but you really didn't have the emotional availability to be kind in that moment.

"Sorry Sanji, my bad, I'll just pack it all up and ignore it all - God forbid I have fucking feelings." You snapped, pushing off the railing of the Sunny where you'd been leaving to walk away. You didn't want to deal with his shitty attitude today of all days.

-·—·-—-·—·-

You'd hidden away to calm yourself down, then taken a shower to release some of the negative feelings you'd had pent up. Residual negative emotions lingered, of course they did, but you were more prepared to push them aside and put on a happy face. You emerged on the deck and sat down with Robin to talk about the book she'd been reading, allowing yourself and your better mood to be more easily seen by the crew.

"What happened? You really looked upset." Nami asked after a few minutes, having come to sit in her usual spot beside Robin.

"Oh, nothing. Just had a chat with Sanji." You said with a shrug, smiling at them as best as you could.

"I hope you're not spoiling these ladies days with your foul mood." Sanji said as he appeared with two drinks, one for each of the ladies in question. Robin and Nami snapped their heads to look at him, unbelieving he could be so cruel.

"No don't worry Sanji - I took your advice and just got over it. Won't catch me moping again. I'll keep that to myself from now on." You replied, mock kindness on your face and in your voice. You weren't going to start an argument with him, but that didn't mean you couldn't be passive aggressive at least. He fixed a hard gaze on you, but kept his smile in place. Wisely, he said nothing, and left the drinks for Nami and Robin before swiftly returning to the kitchen.

-·—·-—-·—·-

You spent the rest of the day avoiding Sanji, even having asked Robin to save you a plate of food so you could eat away from the rest of the crew and mainly away from Sanji. She'd delivered your plate loyally, and just gave you a smile before leaving you to eat in peace.

Eventually though, the plate did need to be returned to the kitchen. It'd long since gone dark, and you were just hoping that Sanji was elsewhere by now.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," you heard muttered from the kitchen, pausing outside to listen to whoever was so frustrated inside, "can't even be nice just for once. He just makes me so-" it was Sanji, of course it was. You weren't sure what else you'd been expecting. But he was in there, scolding himself, and it sounded like he was doing it over how he'd treated you.

You didn't knock, just pushed open the door and let yourself in, plate still in hand. Sanji stopped stock still, staring at you as if he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't have. You gently set the plate down on the table, pausing for a moment before turning as if to leave again.

"Wait-" Sanji called out, making you pause. There was another beat of silence while the cook found his words.

"I'm sorry," he said softly, hesitating before continuing, "I was unnecessarily cruel. You didn't deserve that."

"Yeah." You simply said, because just saying that wouldn't make him forgiven. You'd never done anything to him, you'd both just always had a joking friendship, where you'd take playful jabs at each other. They were never genuinely cruel.

"I just-" he paused again, fighting with himself to find his words, "you make me.. feel a lot of things that I don't know how to deal with. I just look at you and it all.. bubbles up inside of me and for some reason the only thing that ever gets out is something mean. What I said earlier was too far, and I am sorry. I was just worried." He finished, and you finally turned to face him. Sanji was flushed red, wringing his hands as if he was fighting not to put them elsewhere - his hair your brain helpfully supplied.

"Okay," you started, nodding slowly, "but that isn't a good reason. You didn't even try to get me to tell you. You didn't probe at all, you were rude when you asked what was wrong and then accused me of ruining the atmosphere on the Sunny. That's what you told me and best you can come up with is you were 'feeling a lot of feelings'?" You asked, growing more and more angry, but also more upset. You knew you couldn't have Sanji the way that you wanted him, but you'd at least wanted him as a friend. Maybe that was too much to ask for.

"I'm sorry! I'm not good with words - I can't make my brain tell my mouth what I'm thinking and I really want to help you understand even if you don't forgive me." You would forgive him, you knew you would, this would be petty to lose him over and would jeopardise the crew. But you couldn't be the same after this.

"Try."

"It's different than with other people. You feel- you make me feel different. I don't understand why. I just look at you and it's like.. the whole world stops moving for a minute," Sanji leaned forward, resting his hands on the table and stared right down at the wood rather than looking at you, "I've never felt like that before. It's scary. How am I meant to deal with something I don't understand? So I'm mean to you instead because maybe then it'll go away? I know it sounds stupid. And then when we're out and people look at you.. something just comes over me. I hate it. I just glare at them until they back down because they're not allowed to look at you like that."

You understood suddenly what Sanji was talking about. All this time you'd been so sure of what you couldn't have and in the background Sanji was having his gay awakening because of you. You were desperately trying to hold back, but you couldn't help laughing. He shot up straight as if he'd been struck, wounded by your laughter.

"I'm sorry- I know this is serious. I promise I'm not laughing at you, just the situation really. Sanji.. you have a crush on me. That's what that is." You told him, slowly approaching to close the space between you two.

"No! I- I like women." He defended, but he was hesitant, as if your words had given him clarity.

"Sure. But you also like me."

The two of you stood, silent, staring at each other. You, waiting for Sanji to decide what the next move was, and Sanji, processing the new information. In retrospect, he realised it was a little obvious.

"I acted like a little boy pulling on a girl's pigtails." Sanji muttered, suddenly a little humiliated.

"Yeah, a little bit." You agreed, and the cook just sighed. You both fell into quiet laughter finally, the tension of the entire situation drifting away.

"So uh.." Sanji started after a while, you let him find his words before responding, "what now?"

"That's up to you. I've liked you back for a damn long while now, but you've only just realised. You can go and take your time to process that new part of yourself if you w-" you didn't get to finish your sentence before Sanji's lips were on yours for the first time.

Yeah, now you definitely wouldn't be the same after this.

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HEHAHBFKI More South Park doodles I think I’m going insane.

Actually this is kind of the product of me being liking South Park way back in high school but was too embarrassed to draw them when I was bored in class and now it’s all kinda flooding back 💀

Read below if you want to know more about my New Kid and my thoughts behind some of the doodles cause this turned out longer then I though 💀

Anyways- introducing my New Kid. No name cause I literally have no idea. Whatever the cannon name is ig- though I’d think it’d be funny if she was referred to New Kid by literally everyone like in game. I like the idea that a lot of people have with their New Kids that they liked the makeover section with the girls during the Stick of Truth a little too much. I also like it cause… uh… I didn’t play Stick of Truth. (The combat system is not my cup of tea) So it’s not until the start of TFBW does she know shes really a girl.

To give context to the top right drawing- I couldn’t remember the dialogue Wendy says in the alleyway if you say you’re a trans girl- but I do know what she says if your a cis girl (I always knew you were a girl) cause I did a second play through as a cis girl. And I don’t know if there’s supposed to be a huge time jump between the end of Stick of Truth and TFBW but I think it would be funny if it was just the next day- so combine these two fact to get “Wendy always clocked New Kid as a girl but NK just found out yesterday 💀”

Anyways- she’s such a cutie, I love her and her cool superhero outfit I gave her. Outside of the game- I’d like to think of her basically exactly how she acts in game. Mostly non-verbal, with the occasional zingy one liner, and just kinda goes along with the crazy shit the happens in South Park un phased. Like if she was in a episode- the plot would happen and she would be on screen, but wouldn’t say anything, and anytime another character would address her, they’d respond however as if she spoke lmao. Aroace, just like me, so she’s just friends with everyone (except Cartman) and vibes with everyone.

The mini Style comic I though of cause 1) I wondered if Kyle had the same elf ears as the other elfs did in game (again, never played and it’s been a while since I saw gameplay so whoops if it’s confirmed or whatever) and 2) I thought it would be funny if Stan was caught lacking and tried to /rp his way out of it (I wanted to add an extra bit where Kyle would be like “Oh, are our characters gay for each other??? (ARE YOU /SRS OR /J STAN)” and Stan would have to just “yes, and” his way out.)

The last three images were kinda of a stream of consciousness put on paper and made neat lol. I really like showing that all the costumes the kids wear are homemade and stuff- either stuff taken from their parents or visibly taped together etc- cause I think it’s charming. Anyways- I though Kyle’s little robe could be like one of his parents bath robe- and it would be a little too long for him to run without eating shit so he’d have to hike it up like a skirt/dress. Which lead to me thinking that Cartman would say some shit about that and how Kyle, who has a literal Golf Club, would smack his ass up. Which then lead to me thinking about how since Kyle’s the Elf King and Stan’s basically his right hand how he might lift it up wedding dress style if needed (/RP GUYS, RIGHT?RIGHT???) and how Cartman would react, which lead to that one JoJo meme cause thats literally how they’d retaliate.

Always- I’ll probably have at least one more post about South Park I swear. There was a period of time before I stopped watching (I gotta pick it up again) where I would doodle a bit of whatever was happening in the episode, each episode. Crazy I know, but not only did it improve my drawing skills but it helped me remember what actually happened in episodes cause I have shit memory and definitely don’t remember some of the episodes I watched. So I might redraw some of those- see if anyone can tell what episode they’re from.

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the-self-indulgent-corner · 2 months

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Genshin Characters x a reader with adhd (part two!)

Summary: Your adhd may be strange, but you're convinced your (boy/girl) friend is stranger despite that.

Or, how the genshin characters react to a reader with ADHD. (Ft some lesser known aspects of ADHD)

Featuring: Hu Tao, Collei, Cyno. Can be read as romantic or platonic (except for Collei, I wrote hers only platonically)

A/n: Hey it's me again after *checks notes* about nine months. Whoops.

I don't have any crazy stories I just lost inspiration. Truth be told I had 2/3 of this already written out mostly but lost inspo and also time so it was kinda left in the drafts for a while. And I only finished writing it today with minimal proofreading so if there's mistakes no there isn't-

Anyways, you don't need to read part one to understand this, but as I said before I do use some more less known features of adhd in these hcs so i'm putting a general index of what they mean here. It's not a perfect summary but it'll give you a general idea of what it means.

And disclaimer! While I do have adhd, not everyone's adhd is the same. So what's common for me might be super uncommon for other folks with adhd and vise versa. So don't take this index or hcs as verbatim and do your own research if you don't know about something!

Index:

Executive dysfunction/ADHD paralysis: Wanting to do your job/work, but it feels like you’re physically unable to.

Food sensory issues/selective eating habits: A lot of people with ADHD are ‘picky eaters’ and refuse to eat certain foods even if it's good for them. Usually we pick foods with high sugar since it causes a ‘dopamine surge’.

Auditory processing disorder (APD): Having difficulty making out what someone is saying or processing what someone said too slowly.

Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria (RSD): Being much more sensitive to rejection or perceived rejection.

Verbal stim: Exactly the same as other stims (Like bouncing your leg or clicking a pen) but just with words. Usually being a certain phrase, sentence or singing, although any vocalization can be a verbal stim.

Time blindness: Becoming so engrossed in something that many hours can pass when it felt like a much shorter amount of time.

Intrusive thoughts: unwanted disturbing thoughts and ideas that come to mind randomly. Can either be mildly unnerving to totally distressing.

Now with that word vomit out of the way, onto the hcs!

Hu Tao

Y'all can't tell me this girl also doesn't have ADHD.

Once you tell Hu Tao about your ADHD she'll go "ayo that sounding kinda familiar 🤨"

Whether or not she has ADHD is up to the court to decide but NONETHELESS Hu Tao can absolutely relate to at least a few of these.

Impulsive? Check. Stimming? Check. Time blindness? Check.

(Society not liking how you act? Check. /J)

If Hu Tao hasn't already latched onto some of your stims she definitely will after you tell her, even if she doesn't realize it right away LOL

You also steal some of hers <3 like her idle animation with the hillichurl song?? Yeah that.

You two don't even notice it until someone (probably Zhongli) points it out.

The amount of times you two impulsively went out is kinda impressive tbh. Either one of you will be like 'hey are you busy?' And if the other says no they're dragged off somewhere LMAO

You two always have fun though

She’s good at helping you out but her ways are kinda unorthodox

If your executive dysfunction or smthn is acting up girl will literally just. Pick you up and bring you where you need to.

“What? You need help getting somewhere and I can help! Besides, you said having others around helps you work, right?”

Stop being right about this Hu Tao how dare you /j

Really tho girl can and will just. Pick you up to get you to do something/go somewhere LMAO. Only stops if you get genuinely upset by it.

And while she’s good at helping you she’s also a bit 50/50 on what she does help you with.

If it's actively hurting you in some way she'd absolutely stop it, but if it's a bit more hehe silly goofy she'd prob just do it with you

Don't like this texture of food? Yeah her neither, let's get something else. Found something shiny and now you're distracted? She's looking at the shiny thing with you.

If you mask/Your ADHD isn't very obvious people would view you as the one who keeps Hu Tao in check which, depending on what kind of person you are, could be true but it's much better imo if you both are equally as strange

Stranger: Oh, you'll keep Hu Tao in check, right?

You, about to do the same thing as her: Yeah of course!

Tbf even if you did try to keep everything in line Hu Tao has a way to always convince you to do it her/another way instead. She knows how to trick you.

You fall for it each time 😔

"Wait. We aren't supposed to be here! We have to go to-"

"Too late! We're already here! May as well have fun!!"

If you're playful like her you two love to tease each other all the time. The amount of inside jokes y'all have is insane

As long as you're fine with it you two try to one up embarrassing each other in other people's presence LMAO

"Hey, 'Tao, remember that one time when you-"

"If you're talking about the knuckleback incident then it's not even half as embarrassing as that time you-"

This can go on for days.

You two have a relationship not many understand but it doesn't really bother either of you. As long as you're both happy you couldn't care less.

You two are little freaks of society /lh

Although, if you're also a bit of a troublemaker like Hu Tao, y'all turn into team rocket. Prepare for trouble and make it double fr

"Hey, y/n! You'll never guess what I just found!"

"Whatever it is, it better have the ability to mess with someone."

"It does!"

"Perfect."

The people of Liyue often wonder how you two have that much energy.

Hu Tao is a pretty good listener and loves to hear whatever you want to talk/rant about.

Probably the best person out of this list to rant about your hyper fixation to because girl will match your energy even if she doesn't care/knows nothing about it. If it's important to you, it's important to her!

You'd be stimming happily talking about it and she'd be doing the same; not to mock you but because if you're excited she's excited too and also needs to let out that energy

Even if you're talking at 2x speed, she somehow keeps up with all of it.

She also likes when you space out because it becomes 10x easier to scare you back into reality. She can’t help herself. What can she say?

“Boo~!”

“Ah! Hu Tao!? Why!”

“You were spacing out! Cmon, we can find something better to do besides staring at a wall all day.”

“... Who do you want to prank?”

“I'm so glad you asked!”

You're preoccupied for the rest of the day.

Collei

You 🤝 Collei

BEING NEURODUVERGENT/HAVING A MENTAL DISABILITY

Even though ADHD and PTSD are nothing alike, girlie is still so happy she's found a kindred soul who personally understands (at least some of) what she has to deal with that many others don't.

I'ma be real with you tho I don't think Collei really knew what ADHD was before she met you lmao

I feel like at most she's heard the term but not much beyond that. With that said though I don't think she'd have any preconceived notions on what ADHD entails, she's prob the easiest to explain your disability to honestly.

She also hears you explain some symptoms and is like ‘hey wait… Some of this sounds familiar to me!'

She actually confides in you quite a bit because of this. usually about her the lesser known aspects of her PTSD. It's usually the parts she feels bad about telling Tighnari, things like intrusive thoughts.

She probably thought she was a terrible person for thinking that, unaware that intrusive thoughts are, well, intrusive. Once she tells you about them you tell her about yours as well and probably have to explain that it doesn't make her a bad person.

Although a good bit of you and her talking about your guys mental disabilities is just that spider man pointing meme since quite a few things overlap LMAO

“Oh! So you say some things repetitively, too? I thought only I did that!”

“Yeah! I have a lot of vocal stims, honestly. Like one where I- Uh… you good, Collei? You look kind of confused.”

“Vocal stims…?”

Despite relating to quite a few things and already knowing she has a mental disability she's completely in the dark about more nuanced things than the standard. You'll have to teach her some things about it 😭

Although some things she's a bit lost on, she's got the spirit!

She can be a bit awkward about the things she doesn't relate to, though. She doesn't mean to be! But this is uncharted territory for her, and she's not quite sure what to say at times. After that initial phase of uncertainty though she sees it's not as scary/intimidating as it sounds on paper.

For example you'll tell her of your executive dysfunction and she'll get so nervous and absolutely blow out of proportion how bad it is/looks but when she once catches you just laying around while you were meant to/want to work she's like ‘oh, that's not as bad as I thought.’

She definitely tries to help you if you need it though. If you had food sensitivity issues she would prob try to make foods you dislike taste better.

(Even if it failed you appreciate the attempt she made.)

You also teach her how to manage some of her own habits as well by sharing your own tricks.

Some work perfectly and she's forever grateful you told her about it, but others completely flop.

(Even for those that don't work, she also appreciates that you tried.)

Sometimes though, she's completely flabbergasted by your antics lmao.

She’ll see you working on something new and asks you about it, to which you respond in 2x speed about how you went down a rabbit hole these past few days and now are trying to learn a completely new skill from scratch and she lost you after your second sentence.

“Okay so basically a couple of days ago I saw this person who was making some pottery and I thought about how cool that was, so I looked into it and-”

“Wh-what…?”

Girlie means the best but she's so confused 😭 by the end of your tangent she's giving hesitant encouragement because while she has no clue what you're doing or why you seem to be having fun at least.

But honestly Collei worries about you sometimes, but that's more because she's anxious and even if she's been around you for years can probably never fully get used to your antics lmao.

She's worried that others will see you as weird since at times you can be so unapologetic with your ADHD and worries you won't fit in.

She's too sweet.

You always reassure her that even if that did happen, you wouldn't want to be friends with people who think you being yourself was weird or a bad thing.

If you keep this up you're going to completely rewire Collei’s brain.

You probably inspire Collei quite a bit. She's a shy person so seeing you so open with your disability (and helping Collei with hers as well) makes her look up to you a little. She thinks it's so cool you can be so upfront and honest about it without really worrying about what others think of it.

At some point, Tighnari pulls you aside and thanks you for being her friend. You helped her by just being someone who can relate to and understand her in some way, something that he can't do. Showing her that no, she isn't less than just because of a disability.

Congrats you officially joined the family.

“Ah, y/n! There you are! I um, have been meaning to give this to you… it's a plush of that character you like a lot! You've helped me a lot so I… wanted to give this to you as thanks! I-I hope you like it!”

Cyno

Congrats Cyno for being the only one on this list to know what ADHD is besides just knowing it exists!!!!!!

Fr tho I think Cyno knows a good bit about ADHD, like how it ties into other mental disabilities, sensory issues or even things like going non verbal… but at the same time he falls for a lot of the misinformation/generalizations about it as well 💀💀💀

If you mask well, he absolutely will not be able to tell you had ADHD. Completely unaware of it LMAO. But he's trying, give him a break.

It might even take a bit longer to explain to him since you have to correct any misinformation he has about it unlike the others who come in with mostly a blank slate.

Like, no Cyno, not everyone is super hyper. No, not everyone is unable to sit still. No, some of us can mask. No, we aren't all connected to the ground itself- where'd you even hear that from!?

He grasps onto it pretty quickly though, and he remembers everything you say about it. And by extension, how it affects you specifically.

“You shouldn't buy that.”

“?? Why?”

“It has that material you dislike the texture of in it.”

“Oh shit I didn't notice-”

Tbh Cyno is probably one of the best people to help with your ADHD since he's so observant. He’ll recognize when you're about to hit your sensory limit, remind you to do things you forget, and even helps you when your executive dysfunction is acting up.

Although Cyno isn't perfect at everything and… honestly, you'll probably lose him at a couple parts.

He doesn't mean to be rude or anything, but some parts he just genuinely does not get.

That doesn't mean he doesn't respect them or anything, but like when he hears you talk about verbal stims he’ll both think ‘huh that's kinda weird how they have certain vocalizations they like to say I don't think I've heard of that before’ and ‘it's cool they feel safe enough around me to tell me that I wonder what their vocal stims are’ simultaneously.

Mans doesn't fully understand why you do some of the things you do (and tbf you don't either) but he also doesn't care as long as you're happy.

And while he's a great help, you can't forget that this is Cyno. Since he's helping you so much you know there's only one way to pay him back…

It's time to d-d-d-d-d-d-duel!!

That's right he forces you to play tcg with him LMAO.

He doesn't really care if you've never played before or not, he will lend you his cards and teach you right then and there if he must.

And if he gets you hooked on it? (or you already are hooked on it) Oh boy-

You two could battle each other for hours, you both probably have before. Cyno is so happy to have someone who likes the game as much as he does tbh. Even if you're not a pro, he still enjoys the battles.

And if you are a pro, then you may just confuse everyone else around you with your in depth conversations about the most optional strategies and best support cards.

But if you're not talking about and/or playing TCG, he'd love to hear about your current hyperfixations. He can keep up with you if you talk at 2x speed so don't be afraid to go crazy with it lmao.

He’ll listen attentively and even ask questions about it every now and then, but he tends to keep quiet when you talk about your own interests. Content to just listen to you ramble on and on.

However with all this new information about your hyperfixation you've given him you accidentally made a monster. Because now that he knows how it works/what it's about, Cyno is going to make bad dad jokes about it and you can't stop him.

When he sees you again he'll tell you his new greatest joke about your hyperfixation.

“So you remember when you info dumped about that book series to me yesterday?”

“Yeah? Why?”

“*Pulls out a written list* okay so I've got some new jokes about it and-”

Please he's SUCH a dork. Laugh at them he’ll be so happy about it.

He’ll be even more happy if you make your own jokes/add onto his. You literally just made this mans whole month with that.

Cyno may even repeat these jokes to others if your hyperfixation is something well known.

Cyno will also probably find himself repeating some of your own stims (verbal and non verbal) too. Generally he only does your quiet/silent ones, (quiet humming, tapping a pen, clenching and unclenching his fists, etc…)

I like to think that once or twice he repeated one of your more bizarre vocal stims and then just. Didn't elaborate.

He probably won't even notice himself doing it until someone else points it out. He doesn't mind it though, just probably was surprised he did it at all lol.

At first Cyno would probably see your ADHD antics as strange (and to an extent, he still kinda does lol) but takes it in stride. As said before he's of the mindset of ‘as long as they're happy and not hurting anyone I don't mind.’

After a while though it definitely grew on him lmao. Now he actively initiates conversations about it to better understand you and your adhd.

If you ever feel upset about your ADHD he's kinda shocked because you probably never mentioned it before. Def the type to listen to your worries and calmly yet rationally tell you how that's actually not as bad as you think it is. Besides, you have like a thousand other redeeming qualities, so what if you can't always pay attention? Who else is Cyno going to duel with on a random Saturday afternoon?

… Yet even after learning all this about ADHD, he's still going to come to you asking weird questions.

“Y/n, is it true that people with ADHD like shiny things?”

“Cyno, that's every human.”

“Oh.”

He tries his best, okay?

Ending note: Annnnnd that's a wrap! Sorry if this one is shorter/less detailed than the last one but i'm tired. However if I don't do this now I probably won't post it later because of a lack of confidence oof. Anyways thanks for reading this far and I hope you liked it!

Also what characters do u think I should do next if any?

#genshin x adhd reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #hu tao x reader #collei x reader #cyno x reader #adhd reader #genshin adhd reader

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danganronpafan777 · 7 months

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Dra Girls dating a S/O who just like Gonta including his big appearance and goal of becoming a gentleman

Sure!

Kanata Inori:

She thought you were adorable!!

Kanata didn't mind if you spoke a bit strange, since she's been told that she talks a bit too formally herself

You admire her wish to help people as much as she admires your wish to be a gentleman

You start to pick up her habit of speaking formally, making her blush a bit, and even think of you during work

It didn't annoy her if your intelligence was a bit below average, and she was more than happy to explain things to you

The height difference between the two of you is HUGE, and you sometimes get weird looks during dates, but neither of you really mind

There's nothing that makes her happier than coming home from a long shift to find you setting up a candlelit dinner just for her

Kizuna Tomori:

Wow... you were just so easy to manipulate

And to top it all off, your family was wealthy! She saw you as an absolute goldmine, and thought your goal of being a gentleman was just so naive

Your kindhearted personality made you one of her favorite boyfriends, but... you never showed interest in her body or her friends

Your loyalty was commendable... enough to make her feel a bit bad that she wasn't reciprocating

Kizuna saw men as her servants, and you played the part better than most

You were basically her bodyguard, and you unknowingly scared away many who hated her ways, as well as some of her other servants

Compared to you, everyone treated her as some kind of prize, but you prized her as a person. It was a feeling she never knew she was missing.

And Kizuna began to crave it.

It was a slow transition, but with help from you and her classmates, Kizuna Tomori began to change her ways.

It started as less men being around her and her asking you about your day. She felt hesitant at first, but your sweet smile as you told her how much you appreciated her made it all worth it

Rei Mekaru:

She could figure out everything about you from one look, and came up with one word to describe you: Incompetent

You were one of the biggest imbeciles she's ever met, lacking basic understanding in the easiest of subjects

Rei also was disgusted by bugs, straining your relationship with her

As she connects with her class, she comes to learn more about you, and how, in a way, you were abandoned by your parents too

The only difference was that you were taken in, and even if it was a pack of wolves who adopted you, you never had to pick yourself off the streets

Where Rei studied to exhaustion to escape, you simply adapted and made friends

She didn't understand your logic behind being a gentleman, but over time she tries to

It's just difficult for her to ignore logic and reason in favor of childish hopes, but you understand

The two of you are the definition of "opposites attract" with you trying to apologize every time she insults someone

She reads up on insects to make you happy, and tries to teach you school subjects, which never works, but she refuses to fail as an educator

You and Rei become the royalty of every school dance

Mikako Kurokawa:

As classmates, Mikako got along with you well!

She didn't mind explaining things to you, and if you still didn't get it, she'd just go with whatever assumptions you had about the subject

She assures you that you're not scary looking, and will hold your hand as much as she can

Yamato tries to pull a "Break my sister's heart and I'll break you"

...Only for you to sweetly smile and say you'll never hurt her, and he's in tears by the time you're done explaining how much she means to you

(If this was before the class got to know you, Kanata, Kakeru, and Tsurugi would've been on standby, thinking Yamato was about to get his ass whooped)

She's definitely scared of bugs, but Mikako will gladly listen to you ramble about them

In the killing game, you never hesitate to pick her up or get her an icepack for her headaches. She appreciates it, but it makes her miss your relationship even more

Kiyoka Maki:

She was a bit worried when she saw your large appearance, but immediately relaxed when you happily greeted her

"Hello! Huh, you're really nice! Guess I was worried about nothing!"

Yeah, she sometimes speaks without thinking, leading her to accidentally admit you're scary looking, but she rushes to comfort you. She'll never call you stupid, but might assume that you don't know things.

She's terrified of spiders, but thinks other insects are cool, especially moths and butterflies

Her and her brother used to capture fireflies as kids, so holding and looking at them with you always brings her a sense of nostalgia

She always appreciates a gentleman, and tries to reciprocate some of the gestures, like holding the door for you when entering class

Kiyoka definitely ends up making it a competition between the two of you, and tries her best to assure you that it's all in good fun (But will let you be the bigger gentleman to make you feel better)

Akane Taira:

She thought you were absolutely adorable, not to mention a huge sweetheart

The two of you grew close as you always helped her clean, offering to do her chores for her. You didn't always do it right, but your innocence and declaration of being a gentleman had her crushing after a few weeks

She drops a few subtle hints, but you are completely oblivious, which Akane finds even more cute

She felt safe with you. She just wanted to hold you and never let go!

Even if you weren't the brightest, she'll take your hand and break down whatever you're confused about

Akane knows you'll never leave her, and when the two of you finally get together, you're inseparable

Ayame Hatano:

She wasn't really intimidated by your appearance, and was actually really impressed! She asked you what kind of workouts you did, only to be confused when you had no idea what she was talking about

Ayame knew that she talked and rambled a lot, but you always listened to her, and never hesitated to assure her that you liked hearing her talk

The two of you work out together, and she's flattered when you bring her some water, and regularly ask if she's doing alright

It didn't take too long for her to develop feelings, and even though you talked strange, she could usually make out what you were trying to say.

She'll try to explain things to you, but might stammer and mess up, awkwardly trying to correct herself, just to mess up again. Ayame rambled enough as is, but could barely think straight when with you!

That's why she really treasures the time the two of you just train, or go on runs. Sneaking glances at you as you both take a lap around the school, you being one of the only people to keep up with her, and stopping each time you want to point out a bug to her

Bugs don't bother her, and she's happy to listen to you ramble about them, just as much as you love to listen to her

Satsuki Iranami:

She definitely thought you were big and scary at first, but still decided to talk to you anyway.

"Kyahaha! Y/n is just a big softie!"

"Y/n gentleman, actually."

She makes fun of your stupidity sometimes, despite not being very bright herself, and you usually are none the wiser

She's definitely tried to climb onto your shoulders by herself, refusing when you offer to just pick her up

Satsuki doesn't usually understand whatever you don't understand, but on the few times she can explain it to you, she sometimes just comes up with the most bizarre explanations she can think of, giggling to herself the rest of the day.

It's a flip of the coin whether Satsuki is nonchalant or completely terrified around bugs. There's been times where she's picked up a spider in the classroom to scare Haru, but in your lab, she will scream and yell about "bugnados"

Keisuke was extremely wary of you at first, but warmed up quickly

Whenever both of you have nothing to do over the weekend, you and Satsuki watch Insect Rangers for hours

#dra #danganronpa another #dra x reader #danganronpa x reader #satsuki iranami #mikako kurokawa #rei mekaru #kizuna tomori #kiyoka maki #ayame hatano #akane taira #kanata inori

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starfilled-galaxy · 4 months

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System info + introductions for the alters :D This post is occasionally updated !

We're a proxy system (linked) which means there's a permanently frontstuck host For us, only the host is able to front, and the others are only ever co-con or in headspace We are attempting to find out how to switch, so far only occasionally get others to co-front but the host still has yet to leave front

Each alter is associated with 1 emoji that we tag Emoji combos = co-con ❓= blurry or unknown

Fictive heavy, lol whoops

Collectively sex-repulsed asexual, also collectively share the same neurodivergencies (adhd, autism, social anxiety) though some of us have more heightened nd traits than others

Quoigenic, mixed origin. You aren't getting anything more specific than that

We use both I/me and we/our, please don't use you& for us

Usually we use the term "alter" but we dont mind sysmate/system member/headmate etc, alter is just the shortest lol

Alter playlists: https://www.youtube.com/@starfilledsys/playlists

Alter intros under cut bc it's kinda long!

💫 - Niko Pronounfluid, always uses they/them but occasionally uses he/him too Questioning gender, grayromantic gaybian Alterhuman, including Niko (OneShot) fictionkin! (Full alterhuman ids list (linked)) Shapeshifter Role: Host :'3

🌌 - Aster He/him Guy + a ton of space/star related xenos Alterhuman Role: Bee prosecutor Unknown state. May have split off, gone dormant, or fused

🩸 - Fang They/them Agender Alterhuman (demonkin and batheart) Loves red and black color combo :3c Role: Traumaholder Unknown state. May have split off, gone dormant, or fused

Yeah ik I'm "edgy" and "emo" and "cringe" but who cares. Be cringe and be free. I'm having the time of my life looking like a 14 year old's cringe emo OC and nobody can stop me -🩸

❤️‍🔥 - Aspen/Scarlett She/he/they/it Please use both names Factive of a mutual and their now split alter Usually chill unless something makes her upset Role: Bee prosecutor

Fictives:

🏀 - (rw) Kel He/she/ae/xe Bigenderfluid, pan gaybian, possibly aroflux Furry & obsessed with BMTH Rw Hero is his comfort person In-sys dating Sunny<3 Has the most trauma of us all, please be gentle Role: Traumaholder

Genuinely fuck off if you treat me/source like a joke stop it I'm a person too you assholes -🏀

🌹 - (rw) Hero He/him Transmasc, abro pan bi Alterhuman (SilkWing (WOF) hearttype) Really likes bugs and especially dragonflies (very source-divergent lol) The only adult alter we have, also likes to comfort and take care of everyone in the sys

🔪 - Sunny He/she/they Genderfluid (boy, girl, enby + xenos), gaybian He loves scene and BMTH! In-sys dating rw Kel<3

🧡 - (hs) Kel He/him Boy (not cis or trans) Sugar addict One of the youngest ones of our sys! He's kinda like our inner child (literally) Really likes "childish"/kiddy stuff

🍳 - (hs) Hero He/him Transmasc Doesn't talk much... don't know much about him Role: (Extreme) anxiety holder

🦴 - Hector (dog) He/him Gender and romanticity is N/A Shiba inu He's very excitable, and only speaks in barks, even in typing. I have to translate for him any time he talks

🍊 - (ma) Kel He/him Boy AUtive from @\bananacat76's Magic AU, specifically from the route where he dies Spirit/ghost/angel dog One of the youngest, may be younger than hs Kel? Seems pretty interested in the physical world and tends to hang out in or near co-con Role: Gatekeeper

🍃 - Hollyleaf She/her Xenogender (christmasgender) She and Lion are very source-detached since when they introjected it had been a long time since I read the books with them in it lol

🦁 - Lionblaze He/him Agender He's silly and fluffy and honestly kinda similar to our hs Kel fictive personality-wise, but less kid-like

I know source was written in a super boring way but it still makes me sad to be called boring :< -🦁

🪶 - Beetlepaw/Beetlewing He/him Transmasc OCtive sourced from a mutual's Warrior Cats OC A bit shy and nervous but very sweet :>

🎯 - Kasane Teto She/her, zhe/her, zey/zem, fi/fizz, elle, and a lot more Xenogender (too many to list) Fictive and possibly songtive of Teto from Mesmerizer specifically Enjoys typing quirks, uses s & th -> z quirk in English Sugar addict French apparently?? Almost always refuses to speak English and will only talk in French. Unfortunately we don't know very much French so zhe forces us to use the inaccurate hell that is google translate 😔

#niko.txt #proxy system

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mohgreal · 4 months

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how my elden ring modern au i have in my head looks like:

Miquella - I thought of him in a modern setting first, only instead of being just Miq in a modern setting, he's like my other au of Miquella, (deathblight Miquella/corrupted Miquella) in a modern setting. Basically, he used to be like the goodie "i love everyone!!!" but then like...got traumatized. and now hes like that. Well actually he's the exact same nice boy but protective and mean on mondays. I really haven't thought about him in a bit so my memory on how i thought about this is foggy af. and yes he is a adult, around 20

Malenia - Kind of a meme slighty in terms of personality, i watched too much elden ring abridged what can i say. Just plays sports with Loretta & Finlay, and instead of scarlet rot she is just disabled. Which, is probably common sense but still. Works for some pizza place or dosen't work at all, again, didn't really think about it

Mohg - This sounds funny when i write it down, but he owns a cartel instead of a cult. yes you may laugh. A mexican cartel to be exact, and all the Mohgwyn followers work for him. Haven't thought about the cartel too much in depth either....also has my bleed character tarnished work 4 him since why not. also thought about making my bleed tarnished his (adopted) son so he can be relevant to the plot, but honestly no one cares about tarnished modern au or not so whatever

Morgott - Haven't thought him too much, but i imagine he'd be like a priest or some sort of hardcore christian (not slandering.) just does whatever old men do thesedays.

Rennala - Teacher. teaches about books or something, again, didn't think the details out very much whoops. Divorced from Radagon for plot reasons, but her children don't live with her either (also for plot reasons) mostly just sadly reads books and gives her students good grades. would study for

Rykard - I imagine he'd be like a criminal of sorts too, but idk what kind. Would keep it hidden very well though. would live w/ Tanith and Rya because funni famileeee guy. Has dyed red hair because it makes him look cool/i said so. Is also very overdramatic despite owning like 3 snakes (each have names)

Radahn - sports guy & horse girl. mostly plays sports (sometimes with Malenia too) and reads horse facts on google dot com

Radagon - Miserably lives with Marika in a arranged marriage for religous reasons (golden order is like a religon if u think abt it). mostly just works and will post "i miss my wife and 3 kids" on facebook

did not think the rest too much through because my head is disorganised as hell. this is just my take on a modern au so don't overthink it chat

#elden ring #elden ring au #modern/human au brainrot #malenia blade of miquella #mohg lord of blood #radagon of the golden order #rykard lord of blasphemy #morgott the grace given #rennala queen of the full moon #miquella the unalloyed #idfk man #mohgreal posts #mohgreal

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bobbybutterfly · 4 months

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About Vixen?

So you want Lieutenant Vixen? I’ve got Lieutenant Vixen. And not only one. But TWO!

Oh yeah! We got the show female fox and the manwa male fox!

I tried to render this piece more. I think the clouds turned out better than the characters. The hard round MAX OPACITY brush really did wonders for my art. But it’s time to introduce softer gradients. I got to constantly innovate after all. I first drew the characters with the hard round MAX OPACITY brush. I found their uniforms a bit too monotone. So I added some red to them with a very textured brush. Not the best idea. You can still see some of it on the female fox’s butt. I would have removed it but… I merged the layers and I couldn’t reverse it. Whoops.

Life goes on. So I used the airbrush to smooth out the texture. It preserves the original brush strokes while making everything more united. I learned that from working on a piece inspired by Leonardo Da Vinci. I think the best turned out the male fox. For the female fox I used a little too much airbrush. Soft brushes are really hard to master.

I could ramble more about the art process. I think it’s something really important to document and share. But now I want to get to what I think of Lt. Vixen.

At first I was kind of annoyed at her popularity. Men being unable to see a female character and not sexualize her challenge. But then I watched the episodes she was in and I was like OH. As a pansexual I was HOOKED! Special shout out to her voice actress Lim Um-Young. The whole show is bizarrely horny for puritanical North Korean standards. Looking at you mice maids. If you want to learn more watch Paper Will’s video on North Korean entertainment. It’s great.

She is also definitely one of the best characters. A true girl boss. So sad they didn’t make any more episodes. So much lost potential.

Her male counterpart… I haven’t read the manwa because I know like three words in Korean. So all I can say is that I like his character design. Both of their character designs are great. I imagine he’s probably your general evil angry guy. The stories are generally focused more on plot than character. And that’s alright. All the more room for head cannons!

I don’t include the wolf army in my AU because they’re a little too modern for my taste. I like to keep things early 20th century vibe you know. Also by the time I got around to season 2 the first time I was already kind of burned out. But here are my ideas.

At first I thought Lt. Vixen could be trans. But I didn’t have much ideas on what to do from there. So I thought why can’t there be more than one fox? Specifically the manwa fox could be her twin brother!

The two of them grew up in a shitty orphanage. They were their only family and they HATED each other. I got to give them names. Vixen is the female fox and…I dunno Bob is the male fox. It’s just so you don’t get confused while reading. The hard life in the orphanage made Bob more empathetic and inward focused (he writes sad gay poetry trademark). Meanwhile Vixen lost all her empathy and her range of emotions is very shallow. I like the creepy idea that she just doesn’t have a soul poetically speaking. She bullied Bob their whole childhood. Bob feels weak and like he can’t do anything without his sister. Even though he views her as the embodiment of evil.

The only way they would become anything more than poor factory workers was by joining the military. Both of them earn their ranks by seducing their hireups. Even though Bob hates being in the military and would love to just go be sad and gay somewhere else, for the first time he feels like he can be something without his sister. When he starts to earn his ranks faster than Vixen she does not like it. And she murders him!

Oh my goodness! This post been going on for ages. I haven’t even gotten into my ideas for Lt. Vixen X Geumseagi and how Bob plays into it all! Send me another ask if you want to see that.

#Got a little carried away #was going to post the ask sooner but had to take a break #we need more fanart of the manwa fox #let’s just all agree that the manwa fox’s name is Bob alright?#my art #digital art #fanart #procreate #furry art #ask #squirrel and hedgehog

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a-libra-writes · 1 year

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i’m so happy your requests are open again omg!! i think i’ve read pretty much everything you’ve ever written on this blog sdjfgifakskfk

i’m asking for any type of romantic headcanons involving brandon stark. like, a marriage between him and a lady from the stormlands, family/kids hcs, jealousy hcs or literally anything you want. i’ll literally read anything you write <3 if you don’t have the muse for this, that’s completely okay too !!

Oh, my cup runneth over with choices! Hmmm .... for now ill do a little bit of everything? Mostly relationship and domestic HC's 🤔

To start with! When it comes to an arranged marriage, he's initially huffy about it ... until he realizes she's pretty and interesting and whoops he's like a boy trying to impress her before the wedding. Lyanna especially teases the hell out of him for this change of heart. Ironically a lady whose more closed-off, shy or nervous will get a much gentler side to him, whereas one whose more outgoing or friendly will get his full gregarious self. He isn't really aware of it, but a lot of this trying so hard is because he'd like her to be comfortable and happy in Winterfell. Brandon's parents were happily married, and if he really sat with himself about it, he'd want his relationship to be the same - but he knows that's a pipe dream in Westeros, so trying to start off on the right foot with his new bride is important to him.

Now, if this was someone he was familiar with for a while, like a lady whose also a Northerner, Brandon is much less anxious. If anything, he's probably more boisterous and himself because he feels more comfortable. He "gets" Northern girls, and he gets you. You're more familiar and therefore he's less nervous about "messing up".

And the thing is, Brandon can become very attached with the right lady. Even if she doesn't fully feel the same yet, he's finding himself wanting to do things for her. He wants to be lordly and gallant and all those things he used to make fun of in the songs. He wants to get flowers delivered to her (isn't that what ladies like?) and help her up on her horse (he's pretty sure she rides ...?) and carry her over the snow and mud (though, the Winterfell yard is well kept, so ...). Alright, maybe that doesn't pan out, but he can still impress her with his hunting and swordsmanship and show her all over Winterfell. The Stark siblings are having a field day with all this and his father is just happy he's too busy to sleep around.

There's also the matter of jealousy, and it's something that shows up early. It's a childish sort of jealousy at first, especially if his lady is lovely and not from the North, therefore many lords want to see her and speak with her during feasts. He wants to interrupt them and take her away, and if he's drinking he's only more obvious about it. It's gotten some of the court to whisper, look how taken the wolf lordling is with his bride. He just frowns and sulks if you, his father or Lyanna scold him about how boyish it is.

(Now, if there was a serious breach of etiquette, like a lord taking too many liberties during a feast or Brandon was feeling some fierce insecurity ... Yeah, the dueling swords are coming out, if he doesn't just wring the man's neck with his bare hands. In the North, you fuck around and find out).

He's the sort of person who really needs to be in love with their spouse, or at least fond of them, even if he knows that's childish to expect. He'd start to become lonely and listless otherwise, his eye prone to wandering to other women, wondering why his house isn't like the warm and happy family he was raised in. He'll always love any children, though he's not always the most attentive father. Twins? Oh, he won't tell them apart until they're ten. His daughter wants a sword? Sure, sure, let her have steel, that's what he practiced on. A child wants to ride? Well, why not come up on the warhorse with him, no need to start with a pony - you get the picture.

Now if he is in love with his spouse, it's utterly obvious, just like his early infatuation and jealousy was. He'll trust her completely and be grateful to her for many things, not just raising children and helping him with the more infuriating parts of running the house, like numbers and logistics for guests. He doesn't like leaving his wife for a long period of time, even if his brothers are there to protect her. He'll give her a tight, long embrace before leaving and takes her in his arms once he's back. He always wants to kiss and touch, even in inappropriate places (old servants warn the new people about which rooms and halls to avoid). It's not hard at all for the new Lady Stark to get Brandon wrapped around her finger.

#im proud to have gathered these like ten brandon fans hahaha #me writing salt and snow like 'eh yeah ill throw in a brandon crush for drama' and people actually liking him OH NO #its me im people #brandon stark x reader #libra headcanons #game of thrones x reader #got x reader

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evilphrog · 1 year

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Watching Wheel of Time without reading the books: Season 2, episode 2

I am going to have to post this as half a review again. I had a lot of feelings, and I am never going to get around to watching the rest of the episodes if I don't just post what I have. I still haven't covered the Moiraine or Perrin plotlines, but believe me when I say I adore them also. You can read about the rest of them below.

We finally get to see what Rand has been up to all this time: having nightmares about hurting everyone he loves, and whoring himself out for room and board. It’s like he got separated from the group and immediately thought “What would Mat do in this situation?” He is also working as an orderly in a mental hospital. Ah yes, I see. He needs to prove the intrusive thoughts wrong, by being extra caring and kind. Someone should let him know that command hallucinations are not a predictor of violence on their own, and one of the best protective factors is having a robust support network that keeps you grounded in reality. In other words, he should be doing the opposite of what he has done. But that’s Rand. His head has never contained any thoughts except “Gee I sure love my friends and family” so it was the perfect place for Nancy Reagan to move right in. Just a big house with five bedrooms, cathedral ceilings, and only two cardboard boxes stuffed in one corner of the garage. The first was labeled “willingness to do anything for my loved ones” and the other was labeled “nuance.” The second box was empty. This will not go well for him.

He’s been caring for a man who survived the Aiel wars, and got some serious PTSD from it. He’s a sword master, and has been teaching Rand some proper forms. Too bad some absolute caricature of a douchebag working at the hospital likes to pick on him for no reason. Rand responds in the way every mental health worker witnessing an abusive staff member dreams of. He calms the patient, finishes out his shift, then follows him home and beats the shit out of him. But whoops, he underestimated his Manneler strength and maybe killed the guy instead. It’s hard to know for sure, since Rand has some major hallucinations going on most of the time. I feel for him here. In Rand’s mind, he was standing up to a bully as his equal. But Rand has no equals. He is quickly realizing that no fight involving him will ever be fair.

Douchebag fails to show up for work, so Rand gets promoted to the garden, where all the famous patients hang out. And his first patient of the day is Logain, the false dragon. Dun dun DUN!

Meanwhile, at the White Tower, Nynaeve is busy being wooed by an increasingly desperate JK Rowling. Unfortunately, her main selling points are gender supremacy and pre-crime. The fascism isn’t even thinly veiled, she just comes out and says it. Nynaeve isn’t interested. JK needs to change her sales pitch. To cope with the rejection, she goes and torments her pet Mat for a bit. He tolerates it, and as soon as she is gone, continues his Shawshank Redemption plan. He eventually succeeds in tunneling through his wall, only to discover another cell. At least this one comes with company in the form of Min, the psychic who bailed on the final battle. Once in the presence of another human, Mat’s charm immediately returns. Thank the Light. I like New Mat after all. He wants to know how Min ended up in Aes Sedai Jail (because she’s a girl), but Min has no clear answers for him. She does have wine, though, so now he has a drinking buddy. He offers to also be an orgasm buddy, but she has a vision of him stabbing Rand with the cursed dagger, which is a major lady boner killer. The rags and prison smell are probably also a factor.

A new girl has moved in to Novice school. Obnoxiously, with all her furniture blocking the hall. Egwene goes up to yell at her, and I get to meet Elayne, the girl everyone has been screaming about since the promo photos dropped. First impressions of Elayne: I want to hate her, but I just can’t. She is naive, but earnest. She’s very excited to be “just like everyone else” but can’t help mentioning that she’s the princess three times per conversation. I have to hand it to the actor. This character could very easily be played as condescending and out of touch. But instead, her sincerity bursts out of her with such force that I can’t help but like her. She latches onto Egwene like a lovestruck koala and never lets go. She propositions her in the first conversation, and says she hopes they become soulmates. Egwene is redheaded channeler catnip.

JK’s new sales pitch is apparently accidentally-on-purpose getting caught caring for her son, who is dying of old age. Or maybe it was a genuine accident. It is hard to tell with her. Nynaeve shows concern in the only way she can, by helpfully pointing out a mistake JK made, and telling her how to fix it. That earns her a slap in the face, which was pretty much what she expected, but JK does take her advice.

Meanwhile, Egwene figures out that Elayne is making up excuses to spend time with her. Good. She really needed this, because she has finally fallen into Gifted Kid burnout. She cries to Elayne about how Nynaeve gets all the praise without even trying, and meanwhile, she struggles to even get noticed. Elayne tells her jealousy isn’t a good look on her, in a voice that strongly implies she thinks nearly anything at all would be a good look on Egwene. I told Husband that Elayne is going to leave her morning whippings and run straight to Egwene to rub soothing lotion all over her. He said that’s actually canon.

Sadly, Nynaeve overheard this conversation. The thing that upset her wasn’t any kind of insult or character assassination. She is hurt that Egwene feels abandoned. She pretty clearly only joined Novice school so she could watch over Egwene and protect her. She is being harangued every day by the people she hates most, and now she’s being accused of ENJOYING it? Oh no! I hate miscommunication as a plot device, but I like this show’s spin on it. Another show might have Nynaeve walk away with the impression that Egwene has upgraded her best friend to the princess of the kingdom, and no longer needs the peasant from the two rivers. That was what I was worried would happen. But once again, the soul of the show is the way these five all love each other so much and know each other so well. I now have more hope that Mat isn’t as fooled by JK’s cursed dagger behavior as he is pretending.

JK interrupts Nynaeve’s angst to come extremely close to apologizing, and even closer to saying thank you. But her evil plan to force Nynaeve into an acceptance speedrun has already started, so there’s no turning back now. Nynaeve must walk through the arches and face her biggest fears, in order to become a full Jedi master Aes Sedai. Dun dun DUN!

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⤑ series: candy girl ⤑ pairing: rapper!hoseok x stripper!reader ⤑ genre: club scene. slight smut. sex work… night life(?) ⤑ rating: explicit (18+) ⤑ word count: 3.6K // unedited. ⤑ warnings: some more shy hoseok... but random spouts of confidence! hinting at family issues, yn is still very much abt her money! ⤑ A/N: and we’re back! i hope y’all are imagining hobipalooza hobi while you’re reading this bc that’s exactly what i’m doing LOL - anyway ., let me know what you thinkkk x

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MARCH 15TH, 2022 | 14:47

The club is different at this time of day. You look different. Still in a relatively revealing outfit, but you seem a lot more relaxed walking around. He even spots you laughing along with one of the guys at a table as you set his plate of food down in front of him. It's a genuine laugh too, cheeks going all round and pretty and your eyes squinting. And Hoseok's positive he's never seen you like that at night.

He's waving you over as soon as he gets the chance. You're standing at the bar, laughing with the girl behind there as you refill your water pitcher. And he loves the way your smile doesn't fall when your eyes find his. Hoseok has found himself a spot further from the stage than he'd normally choose, a tall table close to the kitchen he had seen you coming out of when he first walked in. He ignores how pathetic that makes him sound too.

Just like you had done the last time he was here, you're greeting him with a bright smile – setting a napkin down in front of him before you're filling his glass up with water. “You do know we just opened, right?” You're saying through a laugh and he doesn't miss the bit of familiarity in your tone. “Only alchies and cheating husbands show up this early.” With one look around the dimly lit club, your point is proven.

There are a total of five other people in this club, besides himself and the staff. Two guys sat far from each other at the bar, both looking like this is not their first drink – though it was still early afternoon. A man sat up close to the stage, watching the amateur dancers and whooping each time they stumble. And two more at the table you had just served, scarfing down those weird zucchini poppers and he makes a mental note to tell Yoongi that people do actually come here for the food.

Right now, though, he's searching for a reason for showing up so early that didn't make him sound like a complete creep. 'I had lunch nearby and I knew you'd be working, so I wanted to say hi.' That would earn him a slap across the face no doubt. 'I was in the neighborhood', sounds even lamer. He wished he had thought about this before he had called you over because now you were looking at him with an expectant look in your eye – clearly waiting for an answer... so he's saying the only thing he can think of.

“I wanted to see you.” You feel the warmth spread throughout your body as soon as the words leave his lips. Not sure if it's the way he's looking at you as he says it or the fact that he's managed to make you curious in the few times that you've met, but you don't bother to hide the giggle that falls from your lips – brow cocking slightly as you move to close the space between your bodies. You catch the way his Adam's Apple bobs as you near him, so you don't hesitate with dropping your hand on his thigh.

Hoseok uses the hands farthest from you to reach for his water, gulping it back as he tries to act like your tits aren't pressed against his arm. But also thanking all that is Holy that they are. You're so close that he can smell the sweetness of your perfume and he's thankful he sprayed a bit more before leaving his car to come in here. He smells expensive to you, a familiar scent which name you never cared to remember the name of. He smelt the same way when he had come for a dance the other night too.

You hadn't realized how much you liked it until now. Convincing yourself you're only playing the part, you lean in... dragging the tip of your nose over his cheek until your lips are just inches from his ear. Cool breath brushing over the shell of it. “You wanted to see me do what?” You're mumbling and he's shooting you that same wide-eyed stare that he had the other day at lunch.

He seemed to always be looking at you in that way. As if he couldn't believe you were real and actually that close to him. And he never bothered to mask it either, no matter how much his friend teased him about it. You thought it was cute in a way. He was this big star, according to Jungkook, and the unbelievably long and unsolicited origin story he had given you on the way to lunch – and yet here he was, starstruck over just you.

It was cute. That dazed look in his eye is paired with a pink tint to his cheeks, long fingers tapping against his cool glass. “You're gonna kill me,” He's saying through a chuckle, head shaking slightly. “Can I buy a dance?” His forwardness shocks you, but you try not to let it show. You can't help but wonder how long it took him to gain the courage to ask, not like you were going to refuse either way. You're backing away with a shrug of your shoulders, stretching your arm out to him – fingers wiggling in invitation.

“It's your money. I'll take you back, right now. You'll let me finish serving me tables, right?” He's nodding dumbly, fingers intertwining with yours as he lets you lead him back. It's not a far walk in the slightest bit, but you can't ignore the warmth that spreads throughout your palm and up your arm. As well as the soothing way he strokes his thumb over the back of your hand the entire way.

You're quick to drop his hand as soon as you're entering the room, pointing in the direction of the couch. Shaking off the fuzzy feeling that's taken up your chest. Expression stoic as you stare at him. “Wait here for me, I'll be back in five.” You're turning before he's able to acknowledge his words, making your way back onto the floor. Taking your time finishing up your tables and at the same time trying to calm your mind.

MARCH 15TH, 2022 | 15:13

Hoseok is waiting exactly where you left him when you're reentering the room. Body leaned comfortably against the couch as he scrolls through his phone. He's perking up when he hears you entering, a pretty smile spreading across his lips. One that you're quick to return, pulling the curtain closed behind you as you step further into the room.

“Look at you waiting so nicely,” You tease. “Can you give me a second to undress?” Pointing in the direction of the dressing room and his eyes follow your hand. Already moving to walk that way, assuming his answer. So imagine your surprise when you're a few inches from the room and he's speaking up before you can lift your shirt.

He sounds just as shy as he always does. “You can keep that on, actually...” Instinctively, you're peaking down at what you're wearing. Uniform much different than what you're required to wear during your nightshifts. Right now you were in a checkered black and white cropped shirt, stopped just below your breasts, and a pair of shorts that could easily be classified as underwear. Not exactly the most modest of outfits, but wouldn't he much rather prefer you naked?

Unless... “A strip tease costs more, you know.” You're clarifying because a lot of people don't know it. Strip teases take a lot more effort and energy than a regular lap dance, so they cost more – simple. The laugh he's letting out confuses you, even more, head shaking from side to side, the long strands of hair following the movement. It looks soft, but you don't let your mind wander any further than that.

“No like... Can we talk for a minute?” What could he possibly want to talk about when the chance to see you naked was on the table? If that's all he wanted, you could've stayed with your tables and made some more money on tips while talking to him. But, the customer is always right – so you're quick to shrug your shoulders. “It's your money.” You say easily, making your way over to where he sits.

It's almost too natural, the way you slip into his lap. As if that was your seat and you were just claiming it. Not sure when you started to feel so comfortable around him or even why, and you're not sure if you should fight it or not. It had to be the fact that he was so clearly into you – but did very little about it. He was shy... and kinda sweet, nothing like the guys of his status that you met on the day-to-day. It was refreshing.

So you're sitting in your lap and just like you expected, he doesn't push his luck. Hesitant before he's lifting an arm to wrap around your waist. Loosely, until he's sure that you're not going to protest – then he's tightening his grip a bit – pulling your body further into his lap. And you're instantly engulfed in his expensive scent.

“What do you want to talk about?” Your legs swing back and forth between his, an arm lifting to wrap around the back of his neck and his stomach does as many flips as he expects. Maybe he's finally starting to gain some confidence around you or the sight of your tits peaking from the hem of your shirt was too distracting... one of those two. He's shaking the dirty thought away, reminding himself why he came here in the first place.

To see you, yes. But also to get to know you. He couldn't do much of that under the arrangement the two of you had, so this was the next best option. Even if he had to fork up a great amount of cash just to get you alone. You were interesting to him. He wanted to know you, inside and out. “Tell me how you got here,” He starts, catching the slight wrinkle of your brow – head cocking to the side.

“I drove... in a car,” You say it like it's the most obvious thing in the world and he's rolling his eyes because he knows you know what he meant. A low laugh falling from his lips, the tips of his fingers brushing against your waist. It sends shivers down your spine for some reason. “You know what I mean,” His head tilts so he can get a better look at your face and you're only now realizing this is the first time you've actually looked at him this close.

He's a lot more handsome than you thought. “What made you want to become a dancer?” He tries to be more direct, figuring that was the best approach when it came to you. And then instantly regretting it with the weird look you're giving him. “You mean, do I have daddy issues or what I an orphan or something crazy like that?” You don't mean to sound as annoyed as you do, it's a reflex.

People always made the same assumption after you told them what you did for work. 'What are you a high school dropout or something?'. Which was true, but never nice to hear with the animosity that came with it. And even though, Hoseok didn't have a bit of judgment in his tone – you couldn't help but prepare for what was to come next. Though, he looks like he genuinely didn't mean any harm by his question.

He thinks of his next words carefully. “Yeah... but no, since you're looking at me crazy.” Nervous laughter bubbles in his chest and you're deciding to give him the benefit of doubt. “It would be shallow to say I like the attention,” You're smiling and he's taking that as a sign that he's still in your good graces. Relief washes over his body because the last thing he wanted to do was offend you.

“I'm a shallow guy, I wouldn't even blink twice.” He says through a laugh, loving the way your smile grows. “It's fun. And a great sport...” You continue. Shifting a bit further onto his lap, an arm lifting to wrap around his front, fingers clasped at the back of his neck. It takes everything in him not to pinch himself because there's no way you're this close – this comfortable in his lap right now. He doesn't dare move, though, to keep from ruining this for himself.

Breath hitching in his throat as you lean into him, “...with a bit of daddy issues mixed in there,” You're whispering like it's some big secret, lips brushing against the shell of his ear before you're moving back to put some space between your bodies again. “What about you?” Half of him is hearing you, the other half is wracking his brain for ideas on how to get you this close to him again.

Thankfully, he's paying enough attention to answer you properly. “Me? No daddy issues here... some mommy issues, though.” Your brow quirks slightly and he's letting out a laugh. “Don't worry, I”m not gonna have you swaddle me or change my diaper... maybe some breastfeeding, though.” The last part was not supposed to come out, and neither was the way his eyes dart to your chest – quickly realizing the way your nipples pebble against the fabric.

You weren't wearing anything under that tiny shirt and it didn't help that he knew exactly what you would look like if you decided to ditch everything. He's asked you enough times to play with them in the pictures and videos you'd send and now that's all he can think about with you on his lap. He barely hears the way you gasp, hand dropping to hit against your chest. And he's sure that he's fucked it all until he hears the giggles that you're letting out.

“That's not what I meant! You're sick.” You're dramatic with the way you cross your arms over your chest, turning your body away from him. And he can tell you're kidding, not really put off by how gross he's being – so he's deciding to be bold. Large hands reaching out to wrap around your wrists, easily pulling your arms away and wrapping them back around his neck. “You're cute. Let me look...” He's mumbling out and the deepness of his voice turns you on like mad.

You're blushing. Like a lot. All the way down your neck and he's proud of himself – figuring you don't look like that often. Especially with how quick you are to change the topic, bringing his attention back up to your face as you speak. “I meant, how did you end up where you are? Making music and all that,” His free hand is lifting to meet his other one, both resting at the small of your back and it's weird how comforting you find it.

He gives your question some real thought before his shoulders are lifting in a shrug. “I won't pretend that I haven't had an easy ride,” He's saying with a nod of his head. “I just like music. My best friend did all the heavy lifting of starting his own label and then hired me. Now I get to do what I like...” He can't help but feel bad, not knowing you well enough yet to guess what you've been through, and saying that he's had it easy seems dick-ish to him.

So he's quick to shift the attention back onto you. “And now I make enough money to spend it on you.” He coos, hand lifting so he's able to tap his finger against your nose. You're rolling your eyes at the cheesiness, despite the flutter in your chest. Hand reaching up to swat his away, as you lean back to put some distance between your bodies. “Got any more? Your time is almost up,” You're saying, though you haven't been timing it.

Which was so weird for you. Usually, you weren't even a second over. Wouldn't even consider sitting around and talking when you could be making much more money doing something else. But being around Hoseok was different and you didn't have the energy to explore what that could possibly mean. Instead, you're choosing to focus on the scandalized expression he's giving you – a loud gasp leaving his lips.

“You haven't even started dancing yet!” He protests and you're shrugging, moving to stand from his lap. “Hey. No one told you to talk my ear off,” He's quick to tighten his arms around your waist, keeping you from moving off completely – before digging in his pocket to fish out his wallet.

You're not even a little bit ashamed of how your eyes light up at the sight of the bills inside. He's pulling out three. “Here's three hundred. Tell me about your awkward teen years,” He says with a grin, pulling your body further into his lap.

MARCH 15TH, 2022 | 16:53

You're not sure how long you spend back here with Hoseok, the topics the two of you touched upon seeming to bounce around aimlessly. But you were enjoying yourself, really. He was much funnier than you, thought – actually interested in getting to know you and that wasn't something that you were used to. He wanted to know you and despite how weird it felt talking about yourself for that long – it was kinda nice.

He even got you to reveal your most embarrassing moment, bribing you with a story of his own. And that's how you started trading stories, laughing loudly at each other as if there wasn't a whole club on the other side of the curtain. Tables most likely filling up, considering how much time you've been back here. Tips to be made, yet, you couldn't bring yourself to get off of his lap.

“What's your ideal type?” He's asking moments after you've finished recounting the time you met Usher and refused his offer to follow him on tour. Jimin was pissed. And you know exactly what you're talking about, but you don't like what the question could lead to so you're playing dumb – brows furrowed as you tilt your head to the side. “For what?”

Hoseok doesn't mind further explaining himself, because he wants to know your answer. “For dating,” There it was. You're brushing off the question, the same way you did with the ones about your family. “I don't date,” You say simply with a shrug. And he knows that he should probably leave it alone. He was doing so well and had managed to learn a lot more about you than most. He should quit while he was ahead.

But he, like every other guy in the world, was greedy. So he's pushing on. “Why's that?” You're an expert at not giving more than you're willing to. A little silly that a dating question is where you draw the line when just a little while ago you were ready to get naked for this man. But your boundaries were yours. “I don't have the energy,”

“What's that mean?” His response is immediate and you're ready to give him another non-answer when the curtain is being pushed back. A cloud of messy blue curls popping through the entrance, Deb's dark eyes finding you. “Yn! What the fuck? We've been looking for you. Times up.” It's only now that you notice how much louder it is out there than it had been when you first entered the room.

You were so lost in the time you spent with him, you hadn't realized how busy it had gotten. Money walking in and out of the door. And to make matters worse, you had forgotten to charge him for the extra time you spent here with him. Now that was a problem. You're quick to stand from his lap and he's right behind you. “Wait.” His hand reaches out to wrap around your wrist, your gaze dropping.

He's quick to let go once he notices the wrinkle of your nose. You had just been all over him a second ago, so he doesn't understand the sudden shift in your demeanor – but he tries not to let it stunt him. Otherwise, the hour and forty minutes he spent in here with you – getting closer to you, would've been a waste. “Where can I find you when you're not here?” He'd keep coming here to see you if that was his only option, though, he was hoping it wasn't.

“You can't.” You were entering dangerous territory, but you were too distracted earlier to realize the direction this was taking. He was a client, a customer, and blurring those lines never ended well. “I mean... can I call you out?” He's trying again and you have to force yourself to ignore the tone of his voice, his shyness slowly creeping back and you hate that you find that cute.

Cute didn't pay the bills, though. Cute had every intention to raise your hopes past the moon only to shatter them as soon as you let your guard down. Yeah, you didn't need cute. What you needed was to get out there and focus. Forget cute. “Same answer.” You're saying dully, not allowing yourself to look at his face. Instead, you're turning away from him – shoving the curtain back once more as you step out onto the floor.

— you met online with him requesting to fund your lifestyle. no idea who he is or what he looks like, but his offer is too appealing to deny. so you agree, sure you’ll never meet this man in person. but what happens when a regular at your club seems to feel a bit too familiar…

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jjtheresidentbaby · 2 years

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Hii!!

Would you be open to writing a platonic cqregiver!Clint Barton and Little!Kate Bishop? Maybe Kate is babysitting for Clint one day and when he gets back he notices his kids and Kate are watching some kids show but Kate seems more interested than the kids, from there he figures out she regresses??

Have a lovely day and feel free to ignore this!!! 😊

ೃ༄ Babysitting ⊹༉‧₊˚

|| kate bishop & clint barton || read on ao3

notes ; this got so much longer than I intended whoops, also Kate angst cause I’m a sucker for it

warnings ; hurt/comfort, swearing (it’s nothing awful), mentions of Kate having a bad childhood, pet names

Letting Kate watch the kids was already nerve wracking for Clint, he knows Kate would and can protect his kids easily. Hell she'd probably do it for fun. But that's not where his worries lie, it's more to do with the kids tricking Kate into something (probably stupid) or them messing around because they know Kate's just a sitter and doesn't know all the rules.

Though his anxiety's seem to ease when him and Laura pull into the driveway to see that the living room and kitchen lights are still on, no chaos in sight. It's only around ten pm so the kids could still be complaining about bedtime, they've never gone down easy, or Kate could've put a movie on just to make them calm down.

"We're home!" Laura calls while Clint locks the door and slips his boots off, he has to admit that date night was really nice, but he's happy to be home.

"Living room!" Cooper calls back, hand appearing in the hallway from where he sticks his arm out behind the couch.

Like Clint had suspected, there's a movie playing lowly on the tv, Nathaniel and Lila slumped over one another on the couch, snoring just as loud as Laura claims Clint does. Cooper sits scrolling through his phone beside his sleeping siblings and Kates on the floor, cross legged on the rug and staring up at the Tv.

Her eyes are wide and full of a light Clint doesn't recognize. It's some Disney movie going, one he's seen but doesn't quite remember, though Kates expression reads like this is her first ever seeing the film. Maybe it is? Clint has never asked what Kate's childhood was like but he can't imagine it left a lot of time to lounge around and watch movies.

"I'll take the kids upstairs, you pay Kate and remind her that she's free to stay the night." Laura presses a soft kiss to Clint's cheek before moving to haul Nathaniel up to her hip and ask Cooper to help his sister up the stairs so she won't stumble in her sleepy state.

They all file up slowly, only a few grumbles from Lila about moving that are barely audible with her face pressed into Coopers shoulder. It leaves Clint to look back to where Kate is unmoving, hands folded in her lap too orderly for him to feel easy about, jaw slightly clenched like she's stopping herself from smiling or saying something. He doesn't like that one bit.

"Hey Kate, you alright?" Barton tentatively places a hand on Kates shoulder, worry only growing when she flinches and whips her head to stare at him.

"Easy kid, it's okay." A beat passes where Clint just rubs his thumb across the girls sweater covered shoulder and watches while she takes deep breath after deep breath.

"Got a little distracted, sorry." Her cheeks flush pink in embarrassment but Clint shakes his head quickly. There's no reason for Kate to be apologizing, but Clint is definitely not going to let her walk away without at least a short conversation about what's going on in her head.

"You feel okay?" She nods quickly but her hands are still folded, Clint decides they won't be moving in a while so he plops himself down to the floor and tries not to wince at his tailbone hitting the hardwood.

"Whatcha watching?" Staring at each other won't do any good and thankfully Kate perks up at the question, turning her head back to the Tv with that same lit up look in her eyes.

"It's the second little mermaid, with Ariel's daughter Melody! They keep her out of the sea cause Ursula's sister tried to take her as a baby, but Melody figures out a way to break into the sea-." She keeps going, excitedly taking Clint through the movie plot. There's something so vulnerable about her voice, something so childlike about it; that Clint finds himself smiling softly throughout the tangent, it feels like when he listened to Lila talk about princesses when she was younger.

"That's really cool Kate." A beaming smile gets sent Clint's way at the acknowledgment.

"Right! I haven't seen it since I was a kid but I think she's my favorite princess, besides Merida cause she's got a bow like me and you."

"I don't think I've seen that one, we'll have to watch it sometime." An immediate nod brings a faint grin to Clint's face, she just seems so young, younger than she ever has before and her mannerisms are—- it hits him all at once.

The talk, the behavior, the movie, she's probably age regressed. He had learned about it when the avengers were all staying in the tower together and Natasha discussed it with Tony, Clint was actually in the vents for that conversation but he did some of his own research afterwards.

"Kate, can I ask you something?" He's never dealt with a little in real life, only ever looking at things online and reading forums, this feels out of his depth but Kate nods so he takes a breath.

"Are you- do you- umm- uh. Alright uh, are you feeling little?" The brunette blinks a few times while processing the question, it takes a second but she slowly nods, dropping her head quickly afterwards.

"Hey, hey, it's okay Kate, I just need to know so I can help you. You don't need to hide." The girl untucks her head from her chest but drops it right back when her eyes land on something behind Clint.

"Sorry to interrupt, you guys okay?" Laura questions low and a little weary, glancing towards Kate but doing her best to not stare.

"Yeah yeah, Kates gonna stay the night. You can go to bed I'll be up in a bit." She seems to sense something else is going on but nods then disappears back upstairs quietly.

"Sweetheart, can you look at me? It's okay, Laura went upstairs." Clint tones his voice down soft and tender like he would with younger kids.

“That’s good Kate, very good. How about this, we can get you changed into some pajamas then lay down for bed?” The guest room has practically become Kates dedicated room so he’s sure there’s at least one pair of extra clothes in there somewhere.

“Can I not watch the movie anymore?” Tears well quickly in Kates eyes, her voice wobbles ever so slightly, it all but snaps Clint’s heart to bits.

“Darling you can watch it while I go grab you some pajamas, no need to cry.” He soothes as fast as he can, trying to look reassuring when Kate doesn’t seem to believe him.

“It’s okay if I can’t, I understand. Gots responsibilities.” She mumbles, wiping at her sniffling nose and looking away from Barton for a moment.

“What’re you talking about honey? If you wanna finish the movie you can.” Confusion shows through in Kates expression before she speaks.

“It’s just- when I was a kid I had to go do lots of stuff, important stuff, didn’t get to watch a lot of tv.” She shrugs and leans the smallest bit closer to the hand Clint still has on her shoulder.

An bubble of anger summers in Barton’s gut towards Kates parents, her mother in specifics. The idea of a little kid Kate running around to no doubt fancy cocktail parties and other high end things definitely not enjoyable for a kid; it makes Clint wish she had someone to be there for her, someone to show her what a true childhood is supposed to be like.

“You don’t have to worry about that here, you can watch the movie and I’ll be right back.”

He shuffles himself away before Kate can sense any of his emotions towards her mother, besides, walking to the downstairs guest room and rummaging around in the drawers is a good distraction. He’s able to dig up a pair of pajama pants with purple hearts on them and a soft shirt that’s got a Hawkeye logo on it, no doubt bought by Kate herself but passed off as a gift from someone.

When Clint returns to the living room he catches Kate rocking slightly in place, a strand of hair stuck in her mouth that she idly chews on, he makes a mental note to stop at the store for some pacifier or teethers. He’s already made the decision that this will be a more regular thing, there’s no way he’s going to let Kate wake up tomorrow and pretend none of this ever happened and she didn’t say what she did.

Barton’s honestly happy that she feels happy enough to slip into little space in his house, that she trusts him enough to be small around him. And he definitely wants to help take care of her if she’ll let him, she deserves to relax and be safe somewhere without the worry of bad guys sneaking up on her.

“Im back, I hope these will work.” The wet chunk of hair drops from Kates mouth when she turns towards Clint, a smile on her lips at seeing him again and the prompt of changing out of the jeans that are no doubt uncomfortable while sitting cross legged.

“Thank you.” One of Clint’s hands reaches to ruffle the top of the girls hair before he directs her towards the bathroom to change.

It’s takes longer than it normally would and Clint has to weigh in on which way the pants go on from outside the door but eventually Kate changes, already looking sleepy when she exists the bathroom.

“You wanna finish the movie or just go to bed? We can always watch it another time.” The when you come back is unspoken but Kate doesn’t mention it.

“Movie then bed.” She decides while flopping onto the couch, Clint following her lead and only startling slightly when Kate lays her head on his chest then tucks her legs up into his side.

“You falling asleep on me kid?” He chuckles lowly as Kate nuzzles farther into his sleep shirt, shaking her head like her eyes aren’t closed and she isn’t half asleep but Clint lets her be. They’ll talk more in the morning but for now he’s content letting Kate use him as a human pillow.

#jj writes #marvel agere #little!kate bishop #caregiver!clint barton #kate bishop #clint barton #clint & kate

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aihoshiino · 1 year

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hi! what are your thoughts on the mothers in oshi no ko?

hello anon!! I sat on this one for a little bit because it really made me sit and go Hm to myself so sorry for the wait but i hope this is still shrimptresting to read.

that said I am going to uh immediately circumvent the actual text of this question to get more into the spirit of things so, whoops on that!

this question actually got me to think about motherhood as a theme in oshi no ko and i was kind of surprised to turn it over in my brain and realize just how prominent of a motif it is - which i guess is silly given that the first chapter/episode is called 'mother and children' and the whole series literally is called The Children Of The Girl Whomst I Stan but........................

i think it's interesting that Ai is not only a point of comparison for all the other girls in the entertainment industry as a sort of perfect ideal idol for everyone to live up to and aspire to emulate but she also sort of ends up being this same sort of symbol in terms of motherhood, too - which is pretty powerful to me when you consider that in just about every way imaginable, Ai was an incredible un-ideal mother. She was an abused child with no healthy parenting modelled for her, she was underage and a single mom and forced to keep her relationship with her kids a secret. She had deep, deep trauma that prevented her from connecting to them as fully as she wanted to.

But all that stuff is ultimately made almost irrelevant by the sheer force and purity of the love Ai had for her children. At every single step she made the right choices for them out of overflowing, overwhelming love and compassion and a desire to give them happiness and opportunities that she herself was not given.

In that sense, Ai is not just a point of comparison but also a condemnation. If you look around the rest of the cast, you'll notice again and again how the huge impact that mothers are shown to have on their children – and how neglectful or outright abusive mothers leave lasting scars on the children in their care. Ai was horrifically physically abused and later abandoned by her birth mother. Sarina suffered under a toxic mother who valued her own convenience and comfort over those of her terminally ill child and ultimately neglected and abandoned her. Gorou lost his mother in childbirth and never knew her and grew up with an implied to be strained relationship with his grandmother as a result. Kana was shopped around as a commodity by her mother, forcing her own desire for fame onto her daughter, only to be abused and later abandoned when she could not give her mother what she was asking for.

It's not just actively bad or neglectful mothers who have this sort of impact - we see through Memcho how a well-meaning and mutually loving parent-child relationship can be complicated by outside factors, forcing responsibilities and caretaking on the child that should not have been theirs to shoulder in such a way that Mem felt as though she had no choice but to abandon her own dreams and wants to prioritize said responsibilities. She puts on a brave face but this is obviously something that still causes her pain.

This is what I mean when I say Ai is a condemnation of sorts. Ai had just about every possible roadblock in her way to being a good mother, but she actively chose at every point she could up to her actual honest to god dying breaths to pour out love, to value and uplift her children in every way that she possibly could. This poses a sort of subtextual question-by-comparison to every mother in the series who fails to do the same: what's your excuse? If Ai could do this, why couldn't you?

Motherhood is hard as fuck, to be clear! Raising a child is back breaking, thankless, joyful work. The vast majority of abusive and toxic mothers do not actively decide to harm their children - but they do decide to make the choices that will cause harm and pain as collateral damage.

But again, that question: if someone with every imaginable hurdle in their way could make the right choices again and again and again, what's stopping everybody else?

#oshi no ko #oshi no posting

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lazaruspiss · 6 months

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YESSSSSS i would love to read what you've got sorted out for your Dick alters :D

*does an evil little cheerleader dance*

-redhoodinternaldialectical

Hi! I liked the Ric arc. Conceptually. Sort of. It has many problems but it stuck with me. Most of my DIDick notes are tucked away in my DMs so I'm gonna do my best to go over all that! (and according to my writing program this is over 1.6K words so. whoops?)

By the end of the Ric arc, Dick has what are essentially 3-4 different lives in his noggin. I think the crystal shit is honestly more fucked up if he /doesn't/ have DID. And I was also just enamored with Ric, and all of the "we want you to come home Dick!!" that he was dealing with. Waking up for the first time and being bombarded by people insisting that you're someone else? It works so well for a DID story. As I continued to think about/work on it, it grew far past just covering Ric/Talon/Joker. I ended up going through the major turning points in Dick’s life and sort of walking through it, and seeing who I would end up with. In the canon I'm most attached to Dick is sent to juvie for a while before ending up with Bruce. That's where I imagine their mind first starting to take shape. Robin: A baby. All those happy memories of /before/ tucked away where they can be protected. Any pronouns, too young to really be concerned with much. They're an all around bundle of joy that almost never gets to come out despite wanting to explore and make friends. It's just too dangerous, and they have to stay "pure". This is essentially how they stay, a time capsule that never ages. For simplicity's sake, I'll refer to them as "Baby Robin" instead of Robin for the rest of this. Dick/Magpie: Dick sees Magpie as his imaginary friend. Magpie sees Dick as her partner in crime. The two co-front and switch places a lot, and are generally pretty close. Dick is still exposed to the horrors of the outside world enough to not /think/ he's missing anything, but Magpie takes on what he can't.

They slowly but surely become distant as time passes. Dick completely forgets about her by the time he turns 13. For most of their life Dick is completely in the dark. It's easier like this, when there's a face recognized by the outside world that doesn't need to know the details. It's easier to lie when you don't know you're doing it. There's a period around 10-14 where everything gets /messy/ and memories get weird, particularly where the Joker is involved. Dolly: A little girl with big dreams. She thinks herself much more mature than she is, and doesn't understand what's so wrong about Humbert Humbert. "He really did love her, you know?". Joker showers her in the attention that she couldn't find anywhere else at the time. He's the only person who knows she exists even including the others inside the system. He's the first person outside the system to know that there /is/ a system in the first place. Magpie eventually gets some indication of Dolly's existence, but she doesn't act on it. Has no clue what can even be done for Dolly in this situation.

It does make moving in with the Teen Titans an easy decision. They need to be away from Bruce for a bit, need to just leave Gotham and get it together. The stress of it all still keeps picking up while they're with the Titans. It's no easy feat to manage a team while trying to balance their own mental state(s). Elle: Originally unnamed, but Baby Robin thought they should be named after Elle Woods because they're "smart and cool like her!" but the resemblance pretty much ends there. They're very no nonsense and short tempered. They don't control the body at all, instead managing things from an inside perspective. They know just about everything about everyone. Like Oracle, but for the system and all that encompasses. They can occasionally co-front and speak if need be, but prefer not to. Cannot move the body if they were to front alone.

X: Do I even need to explain. X, Apprentice, eventually Renegade, it has many names, X just stuck the best. Rose ends up calling it René though. Slade gets to call it whatever he wants. X is pretty morally neutral. Doesn't seek to do harm, but follows orders without guilt or hesitation. Doesn't talk, sometimes it just can't, sometimes it just doesn't want to. Slade has heard its voice the most out of anybody. Its mental image of itself has no face, only a warped echo of the mask that Robin once wore. Not actually as mean as it might seem, especially when Slade isn’t around for it to serve. Slade was surprised when he found out about the system, but rolls with it in a way that earns him at least a little favor with most of them.

Maggie (Magpie): She's quiet during the teen years. She can't bring herself to talk to the Titans, seeing them as Dick's friends and not hers. She's lonely. Honestly, she’s a pretty normal teenage girl.

Dolly: Went dormant when they left Gotham.

Dick still helps in Gotham for a while. Until he gets fired by Batman. It sets everything a bit sideways. Dick is sort of leading the charge for a while and is so annoying about it that a coup is briefly considered. This is around the time he falls in with Eddie and Liu, eventually losing his virginity to the latter. Maggie doesn’t handle that last part well. It does end in Dick establishing Nightwing, and most are content with that, but Maggie still occasionally ends up with the memories that Dick pushes out. It eats at her and eats at her, and she never really recovers. Maggie is stuck in a permanent state of being sixteen after this. Life goes on. Life goes wrong. Jason dies. Everything is messy again. Eventually Dolly comes back, but more as an adult this time. Doesn’t mean she’s well adjusted though. She’s selfish, reckless, and far too attached to the demon in their head. Did I mention the Joker introject? Good. Neither did any of them. It’s an open secret, a he-who-shall-not-be-named type of situation. Joker: “My pronouns are eat/my/ass.” He’s pretty much exactly how you think he’d be. He gained some influence after Dick tried to kill the original Joker, but he’s always been this ambiguous boogeyman. Doesn’t really go out of his way to fuck shit up, and mainly sticks to fucking with his Dolly.

Lola/Dolores (Dolly): Can't lie, she’s my favorite. She's got so many issues, but carries herself with a mix of playfulness and flirtation. She's a /woman/ now and isn't afraid to remind you, /Papa/. She thinks of Lulu Belle as being her “girlhood self”. It’s a lot more pleasant to cling to memories of when she and Bruce met and got along through the occasional “cross-dressing” mission than it is to think about what most of her younger years were like. She’s prone to manic episodes, and is frequently enabled by Joker. She drinks, she plays, and she gets yelled at by Elle about making sure she at least uses protection.

Dolores and Joker are effectively married (derogatory). It’s obviously really bad for Dolores. She doesn’t really distinguish between her introject husband and the original Joker, often prone to breakdowns when he sees the original with other women. She fucking hates Harley so damn much, and Punchline when that all happens. It doesn’t really come to anything, but it does mess her up emotionally. It goes on like that. The Blockbuster incident proves to be another low. They keep pulling themselves together into something functional just to be broken down again. Dolores forces her way to the front a lot. She already had a drinking problem, but it doesn’t really get better. At least that makes for a good excuse as to why Dick’s memories are so full of holes. Then Jason is back. He’s intimidating. He doesn’t know, but he can see through them more than most. They keep him at a distance when they can, because it’s terrifying feeling so exposed. And then there’s the headshot and the crystal. All previous alters are essentially locked out, and for a while it’s just Ric.

Ric: He’s angry and hurting. Why wouldn’t he be? Everyone looks at him and treats him like a man that he’s never met. They /hate/ him for not being that person. He’s reckless and guarded, but softens up around people who don’t know the stranger he’s supposed to be. He doesn’t know Slade, but he would've fallen for him easily. Also of note is that he ends up as one of those alcoholics turned health bros, in large part due to finding out that he’s a part of a system. He has a huge soft spot for animals and kids, and is pretty nice to those who deserve it. He’s not afraid to tell people when he thinks they /don’t/ deserve it though. The most date-able of them all tbh. Talon: It’s a feral animal. All its memories, thoughts, and feelings are incoherent and abstract. Joker: He’s given memories of being abused by the Graysons’ and the original Joker gets cemented in his mind as his dad. The aftermath of being groomed and controlled by the original Joker really fucks him up. He gets pretty forcibly humanized. He’s still not great, but he’s slightly better now that he’s learned about concepts like “pain” and “trauma” first hand. He’s morally improved and mad about it. He misses being evil and guiltless. Eventually the previous alters come back after the crystal is taken care of. It’s a fucking trip for Dick, because he’s finding out about all of them for the first time. From here they’d ideally stay away from the bats while they sort out/adjust to all that.

#asks #redhoodinternaldialectical #DIDick AU

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