#and like. idk my family is also. very easily confused

[lady-caden]

Sometimes I rlly do love my fam

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

okay but. success! all of my grandparents now know i'm trans and my preferred name!! they all took it well, if occasionally confused!! only six people left to go then i'm out to all of my family and can finally rest!!

[amethystarachnid]

Hey rose! I'm really excited for the Marvel holiday special!! Can I please request Steve Rogers x short!Reader (is this self indulgent? Maybe!😭 People literally have to bend down to hug me idk, tall genes of my family skipped me) for the second prompt- miseltoe mishap? Thank you!<3 🩷

P.s. I LOVE all of your fics 🤌✨

UNDER THE MISTLETOE

⤷ STEVE G. ROGERS

ᯓ★ Pairing: Steve G. Rogers x short!fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: romance, fluff

ᯓ★ Request from: MARVEL Holiday special

ᯓ★ Story type: one shot

ᯓ★ Word count: 6.2k

ᯓ★ Summary: Steve's new year resolution was simple: confess his feeling for you, but as a new year approaches he still hasn't said a word. So, after a mysterious Christmas gift you receive, you decide to take matter into your own hands.

ᯓ★ TW(s): so much fluff it needs a tw and some teasing and flirty comments from y/n

ᯓ★ I'm sorry but as you all may have noticed the requested aren't being written in the chronological order they were requested because I got confused between the asks and the comments in the post and can't figure out who has requested before who, so I'm just writing it following the prompt list. I'm sorry but don't worry, your request will be written!

ᯓ★ My Masterlist

ᯓ★ MARVEL Holiday Special

ᯓ★ MARVEL Multiverse - choose an AU, pair it with your favorite character and make a request!

ᯓ★ Songs & Superheroes tales - The Game (to make a request, follow the rules on the link!)

ᯓ★ MARVEL Bingo

ᯓ★ English isn’t my first language

The Avengers Tower is a beacon of Christmas cheer this time of year, buzzing with the energy of festive preparations. Garlands hang from the railings, twinkling lights are draped across every conceivable surface, and the smell of hot cocoa wafts from the kitchen. It’s a cozy chaos, and you’re in the thick of it, perched on a step stool as you wrestle with a particularly stubborn string of fairy lights.

Your arms ache from holding them above your head for so long, but you’re determined to get them just right. The lights have to be even—no awkward gaps or clumps. It’s a matter of principle, and besides, you know Tony will be annoying about it if you don’t.

“Need a hand?” a familiar voice asks from behind you.

You glance down and find Steve Rogers standing there, all broad shoulders and gentle eyes. He’s holding a box of ornaments, his cheeks tinged pink—not from the cold (you’re indoors, after all), but something else. The sight of him is enough to make your own cheeks heat up, though you do your best to ignore it. Steve has that effect on people.

“I’ve got it,” you reply, gritting your teeth as you stretch a little further. The stool wobbles, and his hands dart out instinctively, steadying you with a feather-light touch. You freeze, your heart doing an Olympic-level somersault.

“You sure?” he asks, his voice low and careful. “That stool doesn’t look very—uh—stable.”

“It’s fine,” you insist, though your confidence in the stool’s structural integrity is rapidly dwindling. You glance down again and catch the crease of worry on his brow. The man is the living embodiment of chivalry; there’s no way he’ll let you keep going without making it his mission to help.

With a sigh, you step down. The lights can wait. “Fine,” you concede. “Knock yourself out, Captain Christmas.”

Steve chuckles, setting the box of ornaments down on a nearby table. He steps up onto the stool, and you’re struck again by just how tall he is. He’s got at least a foot and a half on you, which is something you’re reminded of constantly—like when you have to crane your neck just to look him in the eye. Or when he easily reaches shelves that are practically a mile out of your range.

He’s annoyingly perfect. Not just in the tall, strong, and ridiculously handsome way, but in the kind, thoughtful, and genuine way too. He’s the kind of man who offers his umbrella to strangers in the rain, who remembers how you take your coffee, who actually listens when you talk. And if that weren’t enough, he’s also awkward—adorably so, especially around you.

You suspect it’s because you’re small and he worries about crushing you with a handshake. Or maybe it’s because he thinks you’re fragile, which would be ironic, considering how many missions you’ve both survived. Either way, his awkwardness only fuels your ridiculous, head-over-heels crush.

As Steve strings the lights, you busy yourself unpacking ornaments from the box he brought. Most of them are classics—shiny globes, candy canes, and snowflakes—but there are a few oddities mixed in. A Hulk-shaped bauble makes you snort, and you hold it up for Steve to see.

“Look familiar?” you tease.

He glances down from his perch and grins. “Bet Bruce loves that one.”

“He’s probably going to hide it on the back of the tree,” you reply, setting it aside. Your fingers brush against a different ornament—this one shaped like a little star. It’s simple, but pretty, and you hold it up to admire it. “This one’s cute.”

Steve’s hands falter for a split second as he adjusts the lights. You don’t notice, too focused on the star, but he notices. Oh, he notices. Because you just called something “cute” in that soft, slightly breathless way that makes his chest tighten. He swallows hard and refocuses on the task at hand.

“Y-yeah, it’s nice,” he manages, hoping his voice doesn’t crack.

Why is this so hard?

Steve has faced down alien armies, assassins, and world-ending threats without breaking a sweat, but the thought of confessing his feelings to you is enough to make him panic. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. At the start of the year, he’d made a resolution—a promise to himself—that he would finally tell you how he felt. But every time he’s tried, the words get stuck in his throat.

And now, with Christmas just days away, the deadline he arbitrarily set for himself is looming. The idea of starting another year without telling you makes his stomach twist, but so does the idea of screwing it up. What if you don’t feel the same way? What if he ruins everything?

“Steve?” your voice snaps him out of his spiral.

“Hm?” He blinks down at you, realizing he’s been staring blankly at the half-lit string of lights in his hands.

“You okay?” you ask, your brow furrowed. “You zoned out for a second there.”

“Oh, uh—yeah, I’m fine,” he says quickly, though his ears are burning. “Just thinking.”

“About?” you prompt, tilting your head.

You shouldn’t do that. It’s unfair, how cute you look when you’re curious. It makes it harder for him to keep his cool.

“Nothing important,” he lies, offering a sheepish smile. “How’s the ornament situation?”

You hold up the Hulk bauble again with a smirk. “I think this one’s going front and center.”

Steve laughs, shaking his head. “Bruce is gonna love that.”

You giggle, and the sound is like music to his ears. It’s one of the things he loves most about you—your laugh. It’s warm and infectious, and he’d do just about anything to hear it.

Before he can spiral further into his thoughts, you step closer to hand him the star ornament. “Here,” you say. “This one should go up top.”

Steve takes it, his fingers brushing against yours for the briefest moment. It’s nothing, really—just an innocent touch—but it sends a jolt of electricity through him. He wonders if you feel it too, or if he’s imagining things.

“Good choice,” he says, his voice a little quieter now. He focuses on securing the star to the top of the tree, grateful for the distraction. When he’s done, he steps back to admire his work, and you join him, standing so close that your shoulder almost brushes his arm.

“Not bad, Captain,” you say, your tone light but genuine. “I think we’ve got ourselves a pretty solid tree.”

He glances down at you, his heart doing that stupid fluttery thing it always does when you’re near. You’re smiling—bright and proud—and for a moment, he forgets how to breathe.

“Yeah,” he says softly, more to himself than to you. “It’s perfect.”

You glance up at him, your smile faltering just slightly. There’s something in his expression—something raw and unguarded—that makes your pulse quicken. For a second, you think maybe, just maybe, he feels the same way you do.

But the moment passes, and Steve clears his throat, stepping away under the guise of tidying up.

“So, uh,” he says awkwardly, bending down to gather the empty ornament boxes. “What’s next on the agenda?”

You blink, trying to shake off the lingering warmth of his gaze. “I think we’re supposed to decorate the common room. Nat said something about needing backup with the garlands.”

“Right,” Steve says, straightening up with the boxes in hand. “Lead the way.”

As you head toward the common room together, you can’t help stealing glances at him. He’s trying so hard to act normal, but you know him well enough to sense when something’s off. There’s a tension in his shoulders, a hesitation in his words.

You wonder what’s on his mind. And you wonder if it has anything to do with the way he looks at you—like you’re the most important thing in the world.

Christmas morning in the Avengers Tower is a mix of chaos and cheer. The common room is alive with laughter and good-natured teasing, wrapping paper scattered across the floor like confetti. The massive Christmas tree glows softly in the corner, its branches weighed down with ornaments and twinkling lights.

Everyone has gathered here to exchange gifts, and the room feels warmer than usual—maybe because of the crackling fireplace, or maybe because of the bonds you all share. You’re sitting cross-legged on the floor, a pile of unwrapped presents beside you, and your cheeks ache from smiling so much.

Natasha is chuckling as Clint holds up a sweater that has “World’s Okayest Archer” stitched across the front in bold letters. “This is slander,” Clint grumbles, but he’s grinning. “I’m amazing.”

“Sure you are,” Natasha teases, her smirk sharp and playful.

Thor, meanwhile, is marveling at a “World’s Greatest Dad” mug that someone (probably Tony) had sneakily customized to include a picture of Thor holding Stormbreaker like a proud parent. “This,” Thor declares, raising the mug, “is a mighty gift.”

“Very mighty,” Tony quips from his spot on the couch, a Santa hat perched crookedly on his head. “You’re welcome.”

Steve sits near the tree, mostly quiet but smiling at the antics around him. He’s already unwrapped his gifts—a vintage Captain America action figure from Tony (complete with the original shield), a sturdy leather-bound journal from Natasha, and an assortment of hand-knit sweaters from Thor’s mother. He’s grateful for all of them, but his focus isn’t on the gifts anymore. It’s on you.

You’re radiant this morning, your laughter lighting up the room more than the Christmas tree ever could. Steve doesn’t know if it’s the cozy glow of the fireplace or the joy of the season, but something about you seems especially beautiful today. Not that you aren’t beautiful every day—but today, you’re breathtaking.

And it’s making him nervous.

Because tucked beneath the tree is one last gift. A gift for you. A gift from him.

“Looks like that’s the last of it,” Clint says, stretching his arms above his head. “Nice haul this year, guys.”

“Not quite,” Tony interrupts, pointing toward the tree. “There’s still one left under there.”

Everyone turns their attention to the tree, and you lean forward curiously. Sure enough, there’s a single box nestled beneath the branches. It’s wrapped neatly in silver paper, tied with a red ribbon, and it has your name on it.

Your brow furrows as you reach for it. “I don’t remember putting this here.”

“Must’ve been one of us,” Natasha says, though she looks just as intrigued as everyone else. “Check the tag.”

You glance at the label, but it doesn’t give you any clues. It simply says To Y/N—no indication of who it’s from.

“Secret Santa, maybe?” Bruce suggests.

“Someone’s being mysterious,” Tony says, leaning back with a smirk. “Come on, open it. Let’s see what you got.”

You hesitate for a moment, your fingers brushing over the ribbon. Whoever left this for you went out of their way to remain anonymous, and that makes you feel oddly shy. Still, curiosity wins out, and you carefully untie the ribbon, peeling back the wrapping paper.

Inside the box is a smaller velvet box. You blink, your breath catching as you open it.

Nestled inside is a delicate silver necklace, the pendant shaped like a tiny star. It’s simple but stunning, the kind of piece that feels timeless. You stare at it for a moment, your chest tightening.

But that’s not all.

Beneath the necklace, folded carefully, is a sheet of paper. You unfold it slowly, revealing a drawing—a sketch of you, caught mid-laugh. The details are astonishing, from the crinkle of your eyes to the way your hair falls. It’s you, but somehow more: the joy on your face, the warmth in your expression—it’s like the artist captured not just your likeness, but your spirit.

The room falls quiet as you stare at the drawing, your hands trembling slightly.

“Wow,” Natasha murmurs, leaning in for a better look. “That’s... beautiful.”

“It’s incredible,” you whisper, your voice thick with emotion. You trace the edge of the drawing with your fingertip, your heart racing. “Who...?”

“Not it,” Tony says, raising his hands.

“Wasn’t me,” Clint adds.

Everyone else shakes their heads, except for Steve, who sits frozen, his heart pounding so loudly he’s surprised no one else can hear it.

It was a gamble, leaving the gift anonymously. He couldn’t bring himself to sign his name, not when he was terrified of how you might react. But now, watching the way your eyes glisten as you hold the necklace and the drawing, he’s second-guessing everything.

Should he say something? Should he let you wonder? Should he...?

You glance up, scanning the room. Your gaze lingers on Steve for a moment, and he feels like a deer caught in headlights. He quickly looks away, pretending to adjust the hem of his sweater.

“Well, whoever it’s from,” you say softly, clutching the necklace in your hand, “thank you. It’s... it’s perfect.”

Steve lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Perfect. You think it’s perfect. Relief washes over him, followed by a flicker of pride. He spent weeks working on the drawing, pouring every ounce of his feelings into every pencil stroke. Seeing you appreciate it—cherish it—is more than he could’ve hoped for.

But then you put the necklace on, and his chest tightens all over again. The star catches the light, and it suits you so perfectly that he has to look away before he does something stupid—like stare too long or blurt out the truth in front of everyone.

“Whoever did this really knows you,” Natasha says, eyeing the necklace. “It’s thoughtful.”

“And talented,” Bruce adds, gesturing to the drawing. “That’s some serious skill.”

Steve shifts uncomfortably, trying to hide his reddening face. He’s not used to compliments, especially not ones directed at his art.

“Guess I’ve got a secret admirer,” you joke lightly, though there’s a hint of hope in your voice.

“Or someone with terrible taste,” Tony quips, earning a pillow to the face from Natasha.

The room dissolves into laughter again, and the attention shifts away from you and your mysterious gift. But you’re still holding the drawing, your fingers brushing over the lines and shading. It’s so personal, so intimate, that it makes your heart ache in the best way.

And Steve? Steve sits quietly, watching you from the corner of his eye. He doesn’t know how long he can keep this secret, but for now, he’s content to see you happy. Even if you never find out it was him, this moment is enough.

Or at least, that’s what he tells himself.

The days between Christmas and New Year’s feel suspended in time—a cozy limbo filled with leftover cookies, twinkling lights, and lazy mornings. At the Avengers Tower, the pace has slowed to something resembling normalcy, with everyone enjoying a much-needed break.

You, however, have been anything but relaxed. Not since Christmas morning, when you opened that mysterious gift.

The necklace still rests around your neck, the tiny star pendant catching the light whenever you move. The drawing that accompanied it is safely tucked away in your room, though you’ve stared at it countless times since then. You can’t stop thinking about it—or, more specifically, about who gave it to you.

For days, you’ve replayed the moment in your mind, analyzing every detail. The craftsmanship of the drawing, the thoughtfulness of the gift—it could only be from someone who knows you well. Someone who cares about you deeply. Someone who, despite their care, wanted to stay anonymous.

And you have a pretty good idea of who that someone is.

Steve.

It’s the only explanation that makes sense. He’s been acting... different around you ever since Christmas. Quieter. More awkward. You’ve caught him stealing glances when he thinks you’re not looking, and when you smile at him, he stammers like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

The thought that Steve might like you—that he might really like you—makes your heart race. You’ve had a crush on him for what feels like forever, but you never imagined he might feel the same way. Now that you’ve started piecing things together, it feels almost too good to be true.

And yet, there’s still no confirmation. No grand confession. No slip of the tongue. Nothing to cement your theory. Which is why you decide to take matters into your own hands.

It’s late afternoon when you start your search for Steve. You’ve checked the gym, the kitchen, and even the lounge, but he’s nowhere to be found. Finally, you decide to check his room—a bold move, but you’re running out of options.

When you knock and get no response, you hesitantly push the door open.

“Steve?” you call softly, peeking inside.

The room is empty, neat and orderly as always. The bed is made, the desk is tidy, and his shield leans against the wall like it belongs in a museum. You step inside, glancing around for any sign of where he might be.

Your gaze lands on the leather journal sitting on his desk. The one Natasha gifted him for Christmas. It’s open, a pencil resting on top of its pages.

You know you shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t. But curiosity gets the better of you, and you find yourself drawn to the desk.

“It’s just a peek,” you mutter to yourself, your fingers brushing over the leather cover.

The page it’s open to stops you dead in your tracks. It’s a drawing—of you.

Not just any drawing, either. It’s almost identical to the one you received on Christmas morning, the same detail, the same expression, the same care in every line. Your breath catches as you realize what this means.

Steve drew this. Steve gave you the necklace. Steve has been hiding his feelings for you all this time.

A smile tugs at your lips, and a thrill runs through you. He likes you. He really likes you. And yet, he hasn’t said a word. Typical Steve—too noble, too careful, too worried about messing things up.

You close the journal carefully, placing the pencil back where you found it. You won’t confront him about this—not yet. No, you have a much better idea.

If Steve won’t confess, then you’ll make it impossible for him not to. And if that means teasing him a little, well... all’s fair in love and war.

You find Steve in the lounge a little while later, sitting on the couch with a book in hand. He looks up when you enter, and his face brightens instantly, though he tries to hide it.

“Hey,” you say, leaning casually against the doorway.

“Hey,” he replies, setting the book aside. “Looking for something?”

“Actually, I was looking for you,” you say, crossing the room to sit beside him. You’re closer than usual, your knee brushing against his. He stiffens slightly, his eyes darting to yours.

“Oh?” he says, his voice a little higher than usual. “What for?”

You shrug, tilting your head as you study him. He looks nervous—adorably so—and it only fuels your confidence.

“Just wanted to see how you’re doing,” you say, your tone light and sweet. “You’ve been kind of quiet lately.”

“Have I?” he asks, clearing his throat.

“Mm-hmm.” You reach out to adjust the collar of his sweater, your fingers grazing his neck. He freezes, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard.

“You sure everything’s okay?” you ask, your voice dipping slightly.

“I—I’m fine,” he stammers, his cheeks turning pink. “Really.”

You lean back, feigning innocence. “Good. I’d hate to think something was bothering you.”

He nods, clearly unsure of how to respond.

You spend the rest of the evening finding subtle ways to fluster him. Leaning closer than necessary when you talk. Touching his arm when you laugh. Complimenting him on everything from his sweater to his hair. By the time you part ways, Steve looks like he’s been through an emotional whirlwind.

The next day, you up the ante.

Steve is in the kitchen making breakfast when you join him, your hair slightly tousled and your sweater slipping off one shoulder. He nearly drops the pan he’s holding when he sees you.

“Morning,” you say, your voice soft and syrupy.

“G-good morning,” he replies, turning back to the stove.

You step closer, peeking over his shoulder. “Whatcha making?”

“Just eggs,” he says, his grip tightening on the spatula.

“Smells good,” you say, resting a hand on his back. You feel the muscles beneath his shirt tense, and it takes all your willpower not to laugh.

“Want some?” he asks, his voice strained.

“Sure,” you say, flashing him a smile. “Thanks, Steve. You’re the best.”

His ears turn red, and you bite your lip to keep from grinning.

By the third day, Steve is visibly unraveling.

You’ve spent the last forty-eight hours being as sweet, flirty, and touchy as you can manage without outright declaring your feelings. Every time you brush against him, compliment him, or catch him staring, he looks like he’s about to combust.

You find him in the training room that afternoon, throwing punches at a heavy bag like it owes him money. He doesn’t notice you at first, and you take a moment to admire him—his broad shoulders, his focused expression, the way his sweat-soaked shirt clings to his chest.

“Working hard?” you call out, stepping into the room.

Steve pauses, glancing over his shoulder. “Oh, hey. Didn’t see you there.”

“Clearly,” you say, walking toward him. “What’d that poor bag do to deserve this?”

“Just... letting off some steam,” he says, wiping his forehead with his arm.

“Need a sparring partner?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

His eyes widen slightly. “You want to spar? With me?”

“Why not?” you say, stepping closer. “Unless you’re scared I’ll kick your ass.”

A laugh escapes him, and you feel a spark of satisfaction. “I’d like to see you try.”

You grin, stepping onto the mat. “Suit up, Rogers.”

After a playful (and very one-sided) sparring session, Steve is more flustered than ever. You’re lying on the mat, catching your breath, and you turn to look at him.

“You’re holding back,” you tease.

“Didn’t want to hurt you,” he replies, still trying to recover from your relentless teasing.

“You’re sweet, Steve,” you say, your voice soft. “Really sweet.”

He looks at you, and for a moment, the tension between you is palpable. You’re half-tempted to just kiss him and get it over with, but you want him to make the first move.

“I should... hit the showers,” he says abruptly, standing and heading for the door.

As he disappears, you smile to yourself. He’s close to breaking. Very close.

And when he does, you’ll be ready.

It’s New Year’s Eve at the Avengers Tower, and the entire building is buzzing with excitement. Tony, true to form, has outdone himself, transforming the common areas into a glittering wonderland of gold, silver, and twinkling lights. The air hums with music, laughter, and the promise of a fresh start as the year draws to a close.

You’re in your room, standing in front of the mirror with a slight frown as you adjust your dress. The sparkly red fabric hugs your figure perfectly, but the zipper in the back refuses to cooperate. Despite twisting, stretching, and trying every awkward angle imaginable, you can’t quite reach it.

With a sigh, you grab your phone and type out a quick message:

Hey Steve, can you come to my room for a sec? Need a hand.

You press send before you can overthink it, a mischievous smile tugging at your lips. You already know he won’t say no—he never does when it’s you.

Steve arrives less than two minutes later, knocking lightly on your door.

“Y/N? Everything okay?” His voice, deep and warm, filters through the door.

“Come in!” you call out, keeping your tone casual. You hear the door creak open, followed by the soft sound of his boots against the floor.

“Y/N, I—” Steve starts, but the words die on his lips when he sees you.

You turn to face him, clutching the front of your dress to keep it from slipping down. His eyes widen, and his breath catches in his throat as he takes you in. The dress is a vibrant, glittering red that hugs your curves like a second skin, the hem brushing mid-thigh even with the extra height your heels give you. Your hair is styled elegantly, soft waves cascading over your shoulders, and your makeup highlights your features just enough to leave him completely speechless.

“Wow,” he finally manages, his voice barely above a whisper. His cheeks flush a deep pink, and he looks away, as if giving you privacy in a moment that clearly isn’t private.

You bite back a smile, pretending not to notice his reaction. “Thanks for coming. I need a little help.”

Steve clears his throat, his hands fidgeting at his sides. “Help with...?”

“The zipper,” you say, turning around to show him the back of your dress. You hold the fabric up with your hands, revealing the delicate, stubborn zipper that sits halfway down your back. “I can’t reach it.”

“Oh.” Steve’s voice cracks slightly, and he clears his throat again. “Right. Sure. I can do that.”

You hear him take a hesitant step closer, and your pulse quickens. There’s something thrilling about having him this close, about knowing he’s flustered because of you. He smells like clean soap and cedarwood, and the sheer size of him behind you is enough to make your breath hitch.

His large, calloused hands brush against your back as he takes hold of the zipper, and you have to resist the urge to shiver at the contact. He hesitates for a moment, clearly nervous, before carefully tugging the zipper upward. His fingers graze your skin as he works, and the sensation sends a rush of warmth through you.

“Is... is this okay?” he asks softly, his voice rough around the edges.

“Perfect,” you murmur, glancing at him over your shoulder. His face is closer than you expected, and the intensity in his blue eyes makes your heart skip a beat.

The zipper finally reaches the top, and Steve’s hands linger for a moment longer than necessary before he steps back, his gaze darting anywhere but at you.

“There,” he says, his voice tight. “All set.”

You turn to face him, giving a little spin. “What do you think?”

Steve stares at you, his mouth opening and closing like he’s searching for the right words. “You... You look amazing,” he says at last, his voice full of awe.

His honesty makes you blush, and you grin. “Thank you. You’re not looking too bad yourself, you know.”

Steve glances down at his outfit—a crisp navy suit that fits him perfectly—and rubs the back of his neck. “Uh, thanks,” he says, a shy smile tugging at his lips.

“You’re welcome, Captain,” you tease, stepping closer. “Shall we head to the party?”

“Y-yeah, sure,” he stammers, stepping aside to let you pass. His hand hovers near the small of your back as you leave the room, but he doesn’t quite touch you.

The elevator ride to the party is quiet, but not uncomfortably so. You steal glances at Steve as he stands beside you, his shoulders stiff and his jaw clenched like he’s holding something back.

“You okay?” you ask, nudging him lightly with your elbow.

“Yeah,” he says quickly, though the slight crack in his voice betrays him. He clears his throat, flashing you a tight-lipped smile. “I’m fine.”

“Steve.” You raise an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. “You’re acting weird.”

“I’m not acting weird,” he protests, but the redness in his ears says otherwise.

You decide to let him off the hook—for now. The elevator doors slide open, revealing the main event: Tony’s New Year’s Eve extravaganza.

The party is already in full swing by the time you and Steve arrive. The common room has been transformed into a glamorous ballroom, complete with a dance floor, a live band, and a fully stocked bar. Guests in glittering dresses and sharp suits mingle beneath cascading strings of fairy lights, and the energy in the room is electric.

“Y/N!” Natasha calls out, making her way toward you with a drink in hand. She gives you a once-over and lets out a low whistle. “You clean up nicely.”

“Thanks, Nat,” you say, twirling for effect. “You look amazing too.”

Natasha smirks. “Oh, I know.”

Steve hangs back slightly, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he watches you with a soft smile. He doesn’t seem to notice the way Natasha’s eyes flick to him, her smirk widening.

“Well, don’t you two make a picture-perfect couple,” she says casually, raising an eyebrow.

“We’re not a couple,” Steve blurts out, his face turning an impressive shade of red.

Natasha raises her glass in mock surrender. “Whatever you say, Rogers.”

She winks at you before disappearing into the crowd, leaving you and Steve standing awkwardly by the entrance.

“She’s relentless,” Steve mutters, rubbing the back of his neck.

“She’s not wrong, though,” you say, your tone light and teasing.

Steve looks at you sharply, his eyes wide. “What?”

You laugh, giving his arm a reassuring pat. “Relax, Steve. I’m just messing with you.”

His shoulders relax slightly, but the pink in his cheeks doesn’t fade.

The night unfolds with laughter, dancing, and plenty of drinks. You make a point to stay close to Steve, brushing against him whenever you can, leaning into him when you laugh, and catching his gaze across the room. Each time, his reaction is the same—wide-eyed, flustered, and utterly endearing.

At one point, you drag him to the dance floor, your hand firmly clasped in his. He protests at first, claiming he’s not much of a dancer, but you refuse to take no for an answer.

“You’ll be fine,” you assure him, pulling him close as the band starts a slow, jazzy number. “Just follow my lead.”

Steve hesitates, but when you rest your hands on his shoulders, he relents. His large hands settle on your waist, and the two of you sway to the music, moving in perfect sync despite his earlier protests.

“You’re better at this than you let on,” you say, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

Steve chuckles nervously. “You’re easy to dance with.”

The compliment makes your heart flutter, and you tighten your grip on his shoulders. For a moment, it feels like the rest of the party fades away, leaving just the two of you in your own little world.

You’re about to say something—something bold, something that’s been on the tip of your tongue for days—when the song ends, and the moment is interrupted by a burst of applause.

Steve steps back, his hands dropping to his sides. “That was... nice,” he says, his voice soft.

“Yeah,” you agree, your chest tightening. “It was.”

You’re not sure how much longer you can keep up this game of subtlety and teasing. The clock is ticking, and the New Year is just around the corner. If Steve doesn’t make a move soon, you might just have to do it for him.

The party is in full swing as midnight approaches, the energy in the room building with each passing minute. The band has picked up its tempo, and laughter and clinking glasses echo through the air. You and Steve have stayed close all night, and now the two of you make your way toward the bar for a drink before the countdown begins.

“What’ll it be?” Steve asks, glancing at the menu. He’s been doing everything he can to appear calm, but the slight tremor in his voice and the way he keeps running a hand through his hair are clear giveaways.

“Champagne,” you say with a smile, leaning casually against the bar. “It’s tradition, isn’t it?”

“Good choice,” he says, signaling to the bartender. Moments later, two glasses of champagne appear in front of you, the golden liquid fizzing enticingly. You pick yours up and raise it in a mock toast.

“To the end of a very interesting year,” you say. “And the start of a better one.”

Steve clinks his glass against yours, his blue eyes warm. “I’ll drink to that.”

You take a sip, savoring the bubbly sweetness. The two of you fall into easy conversation, and for a moment, it feels like the rest of the room doesn’t exist. That is, until your eyes drift upward—and you notice the sprig of mistletoe hanging above you.

Your heart skips a beat, and a mischievous smile curls at the edges of your lips.

“Steve,” you say, your voice tinged with amusement.

“Yeah?” he asks, oblivious, before taking another sip of his champagne.

You tilt your head upward, your gaze fixed on the mistletoe. His eyes follow yours, and when he realizes what you’re looking at, he freezes.

“Oh,” he says, his voice barely audible. The tips of his ears turn bright red, and he looks away quickly, as if avoiding eye contact will somehow make the situation disappear.

“Did you know Tony hung mistletoe all over the tower?” you ask innocently, though the twinkle in your eyes betrays your intent.

Steve scratches the back of his neck, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. “Uh, yeah. I might’ve noticed. He’s… thorough.”

You take a step closer, your heels clicking softly against the floor. Even with them on, you still have to crane your neck to look up at him. He’s towering above you, his broad shoulders blocking out everything else, and the nervous way he’s fidgeting is almost too cute to bear.

“So,” you say, your tone teasing. “What are we supposed to do when we’re under mistletoe?”

Steve swallows hard, his eyes darting between you and the small sprig above. “I��uh—well, I think… traditionally… people…”

You raise an eyebrow, waiting patiently as he struggles to form a coherent sentence.

“They kiss,” he finally blurts out, his voice cracking slightly.

You can’t help but laugh softly. “They do,” you agree. “It’s tradition, after all.”

His blush deepens, and he looks like he’s about two seconds away from bolting. You can see the internal battle playing out in his mind, the way he’s torn between his feelings and his nerves. The countdown begins in the background, voices ringing out in unison:

“Ten!”

“Steve,” you say, stepping even closer. “You know what I think?”

He blinks, staring down at you like a deer caught in headlights. “W-what?”

“Nine!”

“I think you’re overthinking this.”

“Eight!”

His mouth opens, but no sound comes out. You’re not sure whether to be exasperated or endeared by how utterly flustered he is.

“Seven!”

“Six!”

“Steve,” you say firmly, reaching up to place a hand on his chest. You can feel the rapid thud of his heartbeat beneath your palm, and it sends a thrill through you.

“Five!”

“If you don’t kiss me right now,” you whisper, your voice low and teasing, “I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands.”

“Four!”

“Three!”

Still, he hesitates, his lips parting as if to speak but no words escaping. You sigh dramatically, rising onto your tiptoes and tugging him down by his tie.

“Two!”

Before he can protest—or, more likely, overthink himself into oblivion—you press your lips to his.

The kiss is soft and sweet at first, your lips fitting perfectly against his. His initial surprise quickly melts away, and his hands come to rest lightly on your waist, steadying you as you lean into him. Even with your heels, he has to bend down significantly to meet you, and the height difference is so absurdly Steve-and-you that it makes you smile against his lips.

When you deepen the kiss slightly, sliding your hands up to his shoulders, he lets out a quiet, surprised sound that sends a rush of warmth through you. He tastes faintly of champagne, and the sheer rightness of the moment makes your head spin.

The countdown fades into a deafening roar of cheers and applause as the clock strikes midnight, but you barely notice. For this moment, it’s just you and Steve, wrapped up in a world of your own making.

When you finally pull away, you’re both breathless. Steve looks down at you, his expression a mixture of wonder, disbelief, and pure adoration.

“I…” he starts, his voice shaky. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

You laugh softly, your hands still resting on his broad shoulders. “You don’t say.”

“I mean, I—uh—I’ve liked you for a while now,” he stammers, his words tumbling out in a rush. “A long while, actually. Since before last Christmas. And I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t know how, and then the gift—I mean, the necklace—I thought maybe it would say it for me, but then you didn’t say anything, and I—”

“Steve,” you interrupt gently, placing a finger over his lips to stop his rambling. He freezes, his eyes wide and uncertain.

You smile, rising onto your tiptoes once more to kiss him again. This time, it’s slower, sweeter, a silent reassurance that you feel the same way. When you pull back, you whisper against his lips:

“Happy New Year, Steve.”

He stares at you, his blue eyes shining with so much emotion it makes your chest ache. “Happy New Year, Y/N.”

And as the room around you erupts into celebration, you know this is going to be the start of something truly amazing.

I'm sorry (not really) but I can't imagine Steve as nothing else than a softie, like, I don't know where you all see the big dominant man...I see a puppy

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Prefacing this with a note that WLB is absolutely one of my top two favorite comics (out of many) at the moment, and I look forward to every new page. There's just one thing that's been bugging me a lot.

Do the cats on the island not have a sense of smell, is there some other explanation, or is the fact that certain things are never noticed through smell an oversight? There are two major plot points that make me ask this.

The first is Thresher being poisoned. Lavender is one hell of a fragrant plant- my shitty human nose can pick it up easily just walking by it outside. The cats even remark on the smell of lavender in contexts aside from the Big One. If the lavender was straight up visible in Thresher's poisoned prey, surely someone would've noticed the smell? Especially Thresher himself with his nose right up in it.

The second is even bigger- Gull and the Family assuming Tusk ate her baby. Even assuming Tusk could somehow have eaten an entire infant child without getting blood on her face or the ground, surely the lack of the scent of fresh blood and gore would've been very obvious. Was this just Gull that nose-blinded by hate, and got everyone else to follow along, while Tusk's supporters were too panicked to think to point this out?

If it is an oversight, I can't blame you, I also write xenofiction and it's hard to consistently consider the physiological differences another species has from us. I just keep thinking about it and I'm really curious what the actual situation is.

There is logic to my choices, but i'm surely underestimating the power of the cat sniffer.

For Thresher, I don't think the family cats are well versed in plants from the forest. The do not have an official medic role, there is very little medical training around for them about plants. Sturgeon only knows lavender is poisonous from Petrel. Thresher may have noticed a smell, or even seen the plant, and he would have just brushed it off as something the bird / mouse ate or lived near before dying.

Auklet only picked up on it being a problem because he is more perceptive to his brothers health. Initially I didn't have him say that he "noticed the lavender" but rather "I've seen plants in his food." but people were getting confused enough on what Sturgeon was doing, so I decided to clarify it better and just make Auklet a little smarter. Because I don't think he or thresher would really know what Lavender is. It doesnt grow on the beaches. But I will make that logic sacrifice for clarity.

As for Gull, I think she was already convinced by her own bigotry that Tusk was guilty, despite what logic pointed to. Tusk was alone with her deceased kitten for hours and hours, and then he disappears without a trace. And Tusk hasnt left the cave, and surely no one would help her break the law and bury ray, and hake was within her sights the whole time. There was only one option in Gulls mind, and no one else in the family cared enough to fact check her. Gull is an elder and has helped deliver most of their kittens in the family, why would she lie? Tusk must be the monster here.

And cats CAN cannibalize their newborn kittens, it does happen and it is absolutely possible for there to be nothing left. It especially tends to happen with stillborn or sickly kittens, like tusks.

The smell part is definitely an oversight on that part though, I don't think I even thought about it for that scene. I don't think about what my food smelled like after i've eaten it. But I think that even if this was brought up by Hake or whoever, Gull wouldn't be convinced she's wrong. And it's not like Tusk would offer them to smell her breath.

idk, there is logic to my choices but it is certainly not wholey realistic, and it never would be in a xenofiction story, so I am okay with that.

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The more I think about it, the more the Kitakami siblings experiences kind of read like mixed-race kids who didn't have the opportunity to embrace both of their cultures in a healthy way.

Like, Carmine is very aggressive towards "outsiders" and while some of the other NPCs do refer to you as an outsider, they aren't as hostile. Mostly just offering you a battle and then being disappointed that they lost to a tourist. But there are even NPCs who comment that Carmine's behavior goes above and beyond. The caretaker especially:

"I hardly know what to do with the two of them... Especially that Carmine. Always been a handful, that one. I apologize if she gave you a hard time." (Taken directly from Bulbapedia)

Like, it feels like she's almost trying too hard to fit into Kitakami, like she's overcompensating for the fact that she isn't 100% Kitakamian.

Especially when you consider the fact that she immediately wants to defend Ogerpon once she hears that it was bullied, despite Ogerpon also technically being an outsider. And by the end of the Teal Mask, she's still high-strung, but not nearly as aggressive as before. While it could just be her learning to be nicer to people, it may also be a final thing of self-acceptance?

Kieran, on the other hand feels like he's on the other end of the spectrum. He doesn't have any real gripe with outsiders, and is confused when Carmine acts aggressive. He seems to be a bit of a loner, referring to the player as his first friend, but he's not really isolated from the rest of Mossui Town. A few NPCs talk about him in a positive light (first one that comes to mind is an NPC who says "I heard someone befriended Ogerpon! I bet it was Kieran") and even during the Teal Mask, when he tells the other villagers about the true story, he's believed pretty easily, which wouldn't have happened if he's as much of a loner as he makes himself out to be.

If anything, it feels like Kieran is almost self-isolating himself from Kitakami's culture. Even before Ogerpon is known to be the good guy, he talks about how he wants to be the ogre's friend, and how he feels connected to it, being an outcast. He identifies more with the half that isn't from Kitakami, but given that he has no way to embrace that, he just goes against the culture that's present.

There's also his accent. When I was replaying TM, I noticed that Kieran's accent wasn't as prevalent as I thought it was? But going through the whole story, plus ID and MM, I realized that he was a mild accent in the Teal Mask, no accent during the Indigo Disk, and then a much heavier accent during Mochi Mayhem and the subsequent League Club room visits (at least in the English version, no idea how that works in the original Japanese.) Like he's finally embraced the part of him that's from Kitakami, instead of trying so hard not to be.

Idk. I'm whiter than a piece of paper, so most of what I'm talking about just comes from my experiences with my mixed-race friends and family. If anyone is mixed and wants to add on to or shut me up, please do so!! I'm simply an observer.

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Hi anla! are you comfortable writing a Tsireya x fem! Omatikaya! reader where reader is very tough and intimidating and is quiet and prefers to spend time alone. Tsireya finds her by the water one time instead of being with her family and tries to talk to her but gets blown off— she then makes it her mission to get close to reader and after a while reader lets her?? idk maybe some cute slow burn romance? thank you and ur writing is sooo good!

Pairing: Tsireya/Fem!Reader (Sully daughter, lol)

Word Count: 1,572

Warnings: Cuteness overload? Small mention of violence? Hinted courting? Not sure what else, but this was written on my phone, so it's not in my best element and is also shorter than I wanted.

Taglist: @mooniequeen @avatar-lover @taronyuhunter

A/n: I definitely played into the unspoken fact that Na'vi, or at least Forest Na'vi, are basically cats 😅

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When you first brushed off Tsireya's friendly conversation, the chief's daughter was beside herself all night thinking she had done something wrong, wondering why anyone wouldn't want a new friend in a strange, foreign place far away from home. Tsireya knew that if she was in your place, she'd be desperate for new friends to keep herself sane so she wouldn't feel as homesick.

Needless to say it was a little hurtful and confusing when you completely ignored her attempts at befriending you. You, the sibling born between Kiri and Lo'ak, didn't appear interested in anyone or anything other than your space. Your brothers and sisters, who are way more outgoing and eager to befriend Tsireya and the other reef children, don't even appear bothered by your mannerisms. Tsireya decided to ask Lo'ak why that was.

According to your younger brother, you have always been this way. You kept to yourself and only made time for family when you absolutely had to.

"What about friends?" Tsireya had asked, bewildered.

Lo'ak simply shrugged, "She considers us her friends, too."

That baffled the reef girl to no end. How can someone not want to find friends outside of her own family? Wouldn't you get tired of them and need to talk to someone outside of your circle of relatives? Tsireya can understand having boundaries but to this extreme? It both confused and intrigued her.

No longer hurt by your behavior, her curiosity had gotten the better of Tsireya. Even though you were a little intimidating, it didn't sway her from trying to hang out with you more.

She first started by just simply staying by your side. She didn't talk or anything, just sat or walked by your side, regardless of the side glances you gave her. Despite wanting to fill any awkward silence between the two of you, she kept quiet and instead just tried to get you used to her presence, wanting you to at least trust and feel comfortable around her. Whenever you side-eyed Tsireya, she simply smiled and ignored how put-off and tough you looked.

Lo'ak had never seen a cat before in his life, but from what his father had told him, you were very much like one. Jake affectionately compared you to a stray cat all the time, even more so than Spider. To gain your trust, someone would need to have unlimited patience and kindness. No one outside of your family had ever tried and if they did, gave up too easily. Spider was the only exception. Growing up together, you silently considered him your family just as much as your siblings.

However, while watching Tsireya try to approach you with her silent tactics, Lo'ak couldn't help but agree with his father about the stray cat's comment.

Once it's safe to assume you didn't care whether or not Tsireya was hanging out with you, she moved on to small, teeny tiny talks. She does this by complimenting you.

"Your hair is really beautiful today."

"I love that bracelet Tuk made for you. It compliments your eyes."

"You're amazing at fishing!"

It was... like walking on thin ice. You didn't say anything back, but your expression made you look wary of the compliments. If your hair wasn't hiding them, Tsireya would've seen the dark blush that enveloped them. Once you are no longer entirely put off by this step of conversing with you, the chief's daughter starts letting you in on all of her village gossip.

"Don't let Rotxo know I told you this, but he's very infatuated with Kiri."

"My mother had to treat one of our deep divers who thought it was a good idea to wrestle with his own tsurak."

"Our best singer thinks she can fool everyone by always wearing a shawl, but we all know she's trying to hide her growing belly."

You never say anything in response to the gossip, but Tsireya didn't miss the way your ears twitched, letting her know that you were listening to her, regardless of how you felt about village rumors. It made her smile, knowing that you were paying attention. She hadn't realized, but Tsireya had found herself enjoying talking to you, even though you never responded. What was once an attempt to get you to like her ended up being something that she ended up liking about you. Tsireya is one who is never at a loss for words and has even been told at times -mostly by her brother- that she talks too much. So to have someone not say a word but she knows is listening to every word she says was heartwarming, to say the least.

The curiosity and drive to be your friend slowly turned into an infatuation when she got you to smile for the first time.

She had boldly decided to gift you something but knew that it wouldn't be genuine if she didn't make something that you liked. Instead of jewelry, she made a small shell ornament meant to go on the front of your ikran's harness. When she handed you the gift, she felt as though the air had been stolen from her lungs at the sight of your smile.

It was small, but it was definitely there. You had what Lo'ak and Spider would use to call a "resting bitch face" and so any other emotion you expressed was easy to place. Tsireya found herself wanting to weave your smile into her memory, to swim to the Cove of the Ancestors as fast as possible to connect to the Spirit Tree and have your smile forever remembered by Eywa.

"I don't know why you like her so much," Ao'nung comments as he and his sister do their morning chores. He visibly shivers with his usual, permanent scowl ebbed on his face, an expression he most definitely inherited from Ronal, "She looks like she could rip my throat out with her teeth."

Poor, sweet, innocent Tsireya found herself shocked as something warm and pleasant rolled in her stomach, the image of you being so ferocious sending a weak chill down her spine. Unbeknownst to Ao'nung, his sister was in a dilemma, beside herself as to why it pleased her at the mere thought of you being able to end someone just by using your teeth. Trying to hide the growing blush rising to her face, Tsireya kept her head down and purposely focused on the fishing net she was mending. 

"She's strong and fierce," the reef girl simply states, "And she's a good listener."

Ao'nung squints at her, baffled and put off by Tsireya's observation of you, but doesn't comment further.

But this strange friendship between you and his sister only baffled him further when the next time all of the reef children and Sullys were working together to build a strong canoe. You had approached the group, much to everyone's surprise, and held your hand out to the chief's daughter.

"Reya..."

All eyes quickly glance between you and Tsireya, not sure who everyone should be looking at. Rotxo and Ao'nung's jaws drop, never knowing what your voice sounded like before now. Ao'nung is even more affronted by the nickname you gave his sister. No one calls her that.

Tsireya's face visibly brightens as if you had just shown her the stars for the first time. Standing up to join you, she holds her hand out as you place something down in the center of her palm. 

Your smile had returned as she drew close, faint and perhaps a bit shy, but it was present and it made her heart skip a beat as you whispered, "A piece of the Omatikaya."

You drew your hand away and then quickly turned around, walking back down the beach from the way you came. Tsireya nearly whined when she could no longer feel the heat that naturally radiated from your skin before remembering the item now nestled in her hand. Looking down, she uncurls her fingers and gasps quietly.

It was a beautiful choker made out of red and orange beads, tied tightly together, meant to climb up her neck and make her look taller, something similar to what she'd seen Neteyam and Neytiri wear. She had never worn anything with such bright, warm colors, reminding her of the fire in your yellow, piercing eyes. Without a second thought, she removed her own necklace and replaced it with yours, her fingers shaking with excitement as she clasped it around her neck. Beaming proudly, she turned back to your siblings and the other reef children to show off your gift, and while some of them were speechless, Tuk wasn't the least bit surprised by the exchange she had witnessed and squealed.

"It looks so pretty on you! I was watching her make that for hours and couldn't wait to see how it turned out!"

The young Na'vi girl's statement had everyone finally blinking from their shock, Rotxo even going as far as complimenting Tsireya's new necklace while your siblings and even Ao'nung all looked at one another with wary suspicion. Ao'nung waited until Tsireya was caught up speaking adamantly to Tuk and Rotxo before he snapped quietly at the other Sully siblings.

"What in Eywa's name was that??"

Lo'ak's jaw tightens but he doesn't say a word, briefly remembering another fun fact about cats that his father once told him. Something about what it means when a cat likes or trusts another animal or person, they tend to start gifting things like dead rodents. 

He visibly shivers, hoping his sister won't go as far as to start bringing dead things to Tsireya.

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: You see Dabi and decide that you want a shiny new toy. As a treat.

Pairing: Dabi/F! Reader

Content Warning: Non-con/Dub-Con, Kidnapping, Dabi is the victim, Yandere/Stalker Reader, Smut, Lingerie, Praise Kink, Body Worship, Submissive Top Dabi, Power Bottom Reader, Noncon Bondage

Word Count: 2.8k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: Idk man, I just wanna snatch him up & love him :(

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The first time you see him, you're captivated.

Maybe it's his unique looks or maybe it's that bird quirk gene from somewhere in your family tree, comparing the swaths of dark purple scars and pretty, glittering staples to patterns and plumage.

But either way, the patterns of his scars along pale skin are a mosaic, the staples holding him together are pretty, shining in the glow of the azure flames that dance like life itself in his matching eyes beneath midnight hair, his smile wide and sharp and bright.

He's so very bright. Like the sun, like the stars, like life.

He's so very dangerous. Like a tiger, like a snake, like a dragon.

He's so very beautiful. Like fire, like the belladonna, like a supernova.

And you know, in that moment, that you have to have him.

*****

It's almost pathetically easy.

All you had to do was go to the bar he frequents, bat your eyes in his direction, and he's all over you.

And though that's nice and all, you know men are fickle creatures, and you know all he wants is someone to fuck for the night and never see again.

You can't have that now, could you?

No, of course not.

He's yours, he just doesn't know it yet.

Though, he will.

He will.

He will know it, and he will accept it, and if he doesn't yet, he'll learn.

He easily follows you back to your house, not caring all that much because really, what could you do to him?

Apparently, injecting him with a fast acting quirk supressant laced with tranquilizer as soon as he enters the door wasn't on his list.

The last thing Dabi sees as he passes out is your hauntingly sweet smile.

*****

After a bit of struggle, because you underestimated how much a tall, grown man would weigh, you finally have him tied to the big, comfy bed in his new room in your basement.

Hands tied on either side of his head to the headboard, his ankles secured just enough so he wont be able to kick, but loose enough to bend his knees, he lays stripped down to his boxers.

Gorgeous.

He looks rather peaceful asleep, face relaxed and hair splayed out like a dark halo on the soft pillow below him.

With your time almost up, you strip down to your underwear, the black lingerie you bought especially for him sits soft against your skin. The intricate lace delicate, the fabric perfectly molding to your body, sculpting your curves while enhancing your natural shape; the bit of sheerness to the bra showing your nipples.

You look delectable and you know it.

The soft rustle of the sheets and a quiet groan brings your attention back to the bed. Seeing Dabi waking up, you sit beside him on his right, legs crossed as you push the hair out of his face where it fell from his movement.

Pretty blue eyes blink open sluggishly at first before snapping open, immediately tugging at his restraints and pulling on his quirk, but all that does is rub at his wrists and make his skin pleasantly heated, like he simply has a bad fever. Molten blue glare at you as he snarls, "Where the fuck am I?!"

Dabi is confused. He's pretty sure you're not with the heroes, this wouldn't be how they restrained him, but he also doubts some other upstart villain group is stupid enough to even attempt to pull this shit, so he needs answers.

You smile sweetly at him, like one would a barking puppy, as you run a finger down his cheek, along his jaw to his chin, tilting his head up to hold him in place. "Your new home."

His expression shifts from angry confusion to amused confusion. Though he is still angry, he's curious to see how this plays out.

Humouring you, he asks, "And what the fuck makes you think I'm staying here?"

"Well, you don't exactly have a choice, hm?" You lean down, chest pressing against his, trailing your lips up his throat to his jaw, muttering into the scarred skin. "No quirk, tied up like a present just for me, and no one knows where you are? I get to have you all to myself." Your voice is a purr in his ear as you nose at his neck.

He schools his face into a mask of indifference, "And what do ya want with me, huh?" he asks condescendingly.

You pull back to look at him, amused, because even through the adorable facade of fearlessness, you can see the nervousness in the sweat beading at his brow, the shifting of his eyes, can hear it in his voice and the beat of his heart.

Humming, you gesture to yourself clad in lace. "Isn't it obvious, baby?" At his silent glare, you cup his cheek and coo, "I just want you, silly."

"Ah, of course, you're fuckin' insane." He scoffs, rolling his eyes.

You giggle, because, well, obviously.

You decided that the perfect one for you is one of the most wanted villains.

Obviously.

At his bewildered look, you just smile and slowly drag your hand from his cheek down his throat and chest, familiarizing yourself with the feel of his skin, as you purr, "Maybe. But I do want you.", before gripping his cock through his boxers, making him jerk. "All of you."

A pause.

"Oh?"

Your little darling is already getting excited.

How adorable.

A sly smile spreads across your face as you feel him hot and heavy in your palm, not fully hard yet but getting there.

Palming at his clothed cock, coaxing him to hardness, you coo, "Now what's got you this excited already, hm? Is it seeing me like this, or being tied up?" You can't help but tease him, and oh what a treat the result of that teasing is.

He grits his teeth, turning away in embarrassment, though it did nothing to hide the sweet blush on the healthy skin of his cheeks.

"Aww, don't be shy. I'll even help you with it. Aren't I generous?" You giggle, freeing his now fully hard dick from its confines.

He lets out a hiss as the cool air meets his hot flesh as you bite your lip and supress a shudder at the sight of him.

About seven inches long, deliciously thick and curved, hard and flushed a pretty pink...Yes, this would do nicely.

Truly the perfect choice.

"Sure, so fuckin' generous. Look, I don't fuck crazy. So—" He sneers, but you cut him off, running your thumb over the head and smirking lopsidedly at the way Dabi's hips jolt and the words catch in his throat.

"I'm crazy for wanting you? Don't be like that baby." You know damn well what he means but, well, it's fun to tease him.

"You're fuckin' crazy for tyin' me up in your basement, you psycho bitch!" He spits, glaring, as though he isn't thoroughly trapped and painfully hard; and though he tries to pretend he isn't, he can't hide it, his dick and eyes both betraying him.

You just hum dismissively before making a show of leaning down to press a kiss to his cockhead, before lolling your tongue out, letting your saliva drip down onto his erection, and spreading it; coating his shaft with it for an easier slide.

Dabi groans, bucking up into your touch as you squeeze gently, twisting your wrist.

"There you go," you coo, your tone equal parts fond and patronizing. "Isn't that better, sweet thing? No need to kick up a fuss..." Dabi snarls and tries to jerk his hips away, but you just giggle softly.

And then, like the psycho bitch you are, you pull out a fucking knife.

He freezes at the sight of the sharp blade, staying completely still as you slowly cut his boxers off, the knife only a few inches from his skin. He's careful not to struggle or even breathe until you're done.

Breathing a heavy sigh of relief when the knife is set aside along with the scraps of his underwear, he glares when you chuckle under your breath, before his breath hitches as you grip him again.

You stare directly into his eyes as you stroke his length, murmuring softly, "Such a pretty cock."

Dabi moans at the praise, eyes slipping shut, twitching in your grasp, before he chokes back his sounds, and stills his hips; nails digging into his palm as he clenches his fists, biting his lip to muffle his noises.

And that just won't do.

"No, no, baby, I wanna hear you." You breathe. "You're so pretty baby, you know that, don't you?"

His expression contorts, brows furrowing as his hips give an involuntary jerk; a pearl of precum beading at the tip of his cock and he barks out a harsh laugh.

"So you're crazy and blind. What, you gonna say I'm not scary either?" He says sarcastically, jaw clenching.

"Scary? Fuck, you're perfect, sweetheart..." you murmur, cupping his face in your left hand, thumb caressing his cheekbone.

He ignores you, wanting to light you up with his flames, see if you can still spout your bullshit while you're burning alive. You're just another psycho who doesn't know what you got yourself into.

You pout, "Look at me, baby, please? Let me see those pretty eyes, hm?", all while your hand languidly pumps him.

Dabi squirms under your touch, knowing he should want to escape from the pleasure, but rolls his hips up into your fist instead and complies, eyes slowly peeling open.

You should be terrified of him, with his looks and reputation, with the inherent danger that he is.

And yet, you're staring at him like he's the most beautiful thing you've ever set your sights on.

His eyes are glassy and hazy and gorgeous. You smile and can't help yourself, leaning in to press a kiss to his mismatched lips, muttering, "Good boy."

Dabi whimpers against you, and you swallow it, moaning into his mouth before pulling back and releasing your hold on him.

You can't take it anymore.

He lets out a bitten off whine, but you just kiss him again before you move to swing your legs over his hips, straddling him.

You slowly rock against his hot length, the texture of the patterned lace of your panties rubbing against him making him curse as his hips twitch up.

Leaning down, you whisper in his ear, voice a purr, "You're gonna be a good boy for me and let me make you feel good, aren't you? Make me feel good, hm? "

"Fuck, yes, just let me fuck you already." He pleads, almost whining and you sigh happily at how obedient he is for you.

Though his manners could use some work, it can wait for another day.

Sitting up, you pull your panties to the side, lining up the thick head of his dick to your hole, before sinking down, inch by delicious inch, deliberately, slowly impaling yourself on his fat cock.

You moan in delight as you feel the sweet, accommodating stretch of your tight cunt, the preparation you did earlier almost not enough as he fills you up; Dabi lets out a choked groan as your tight, wet heat wraps around him like a vice.

Closing your eyes, you take a moment to get used to it, to savour it, knowing you're already addicted; shivering and clenching down as you take deep breaths, listening to Dabi struggle to do the same. Bracing yourself with your hands on his shoulders, your wiggle your hips in an attempt to find the best angle.

"Fuck." Dabi bites out, breathless and strangled as you sigh happily, sliding a hand up and tugging the man's head back gently to kiss at his scarred neck.

"Mm, there we go, that's it..." you mumble against him, shifting up and down in experimental little bounces as your thumbs rub soothingly into the villain's shoulders when his breathing picks up.

You feel almost high off of the feeling of Dabi inside you, hard and deep and hot. The thought that one of the most powerful, dangerous and wanted villains in Japan, tied up and at your mercy; panting and achingly hard in bed on his back, because of you, sends a surge of smug pride through you, right alongside the burning arousal.

Your head lolls a bit as you search for the perfect angle and speed, breathing beginning to speed up. The sharp jolt of pleasure shooting up your spine tells you exactly when you find it, making you let out a shaky moan as you slam yourself back down to repeat the motion.

"Fuck, right—ahn—right there." You whine, blissed out.

Your pace, though a little fast, is deliberate and even, your expression content and your breathing unsteady at the heady sensation of Dabi's cock fucking into you, dragging against your insides and stretching you so perfectly.

"Shit, you—" whatever Dabi was about to say is cut off with a strangled hiss as he throws his head back with a moan.

You let out a noise between a pleased hum and a soft giggle, as you lean in to drag your tongue up the man's throat just to feel him shiver.

"Mm, you feel so good baby, so fucking good.", you mumble into his neck, before surging up to capture his lips in a searing kiss and Dabi doesn't even hesitate to return it. You moan happily into the kiss, pace faltering a bit as you get caught up in it.

You devour him eagerly, swirling your tongues together and exploring every inch of his mouth. He tastes like whiskey, smoke and something sweet, and you can't help but smile into the kiss and savour his flavour, knowing you're already addicted to that too.

Clenchimg around him, you roll your hips sinfully, swallowing the delicious whine Dabi lets out when you nip at his bottom lip, his hips jerking up as his hands twitch and clench where they're restrained.

Speeding up, panting, you whisper against his lips, "Look at you, you're so perfect, you're gorgeous ..."

"Shut up—" Dabi chokes out, almost whining, turning away, eyes clenched.

You just hum, giving him another, softer kiss. "I can't help it, you just look so—", you lift yourself up  before slamming right back down,"perfect."

Dabi jolts, squeezing his eyes shut. You bite your lip to supress a giggle at that, leaning back to prop yourself up with your hand on the bed behind you, giving you a better angle to roll your hips and grind Dabi's cock against your sweet spot; your free hand pressing two fingertips to your neglected clit, rubbing in quick circles, making you moan and pant.

You let your head fall back as your eyes slip shut involuntarily, before you force them back open to take in the vision that is Dabi beneath you.

A shiver runs through you at the look in Dabi's eyes, hot and hungry and sinful, glazed over with lust, and you can tell he's close, because he's fucking up into you seemingly unknowingly, mumbling a string of filth under his breath.

And you want nothing more in that moment than to see him come undone by you.

You note every twitch he gives against and inside you, every little sound and shudder.

"Dabi, Dabi, Dabi," you chant, speeding up your hips and fingers; your body alight with the pleasure of not only the feel of him, but the sight of him. "Show me, show me, baby, wanna see it, wanna see you cum for me—" your voice is shaky with your lust, eyes lidded and trained on him.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, I—" he manages, his words shaky and uneven, voice husky and cracking, thrusts sloppy and deep.

"Yes—ahn— fuck yes, baby, fill me up." You whine, clenching around him, coaxing him to flood your insides.

Dabi cums with a full body shudder, writhing beneath you, his hands clenched in a tight fist as he pulls against his restraints, groaning, almost sobbing, eyes squeezed shut, as he fills you up with his hot cum; and you continue to ride him, even as your own orgasm washes over you, mind whiting out in ecstasy, clamping down on him, milking him, until he begins to gasp and shudder in overstimulation.

Finally, you slow to a stop, letting you both catch your breaths.

You can't help but smile at how beautifully debaunched he looks under you, and you cup his cheek. Your smile widens when he automatically leans into your touch, nuzzling into the your palm.

Dabi is....conflicted. On one hand, he knows you're batshit insane. On the other, you want him, you feel good, and if he's being honest with himself, you're fucking hot.

He looks up at you, seeing the pure adoration on your face and he.....doesn't feel like burning and killing you anymore....

Maybe if he did, he would've been able to actually escape you.

Maybe.

But he didn't, so now...well...

He's all yours.

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[latenightbreezeinheaven]

Solar return chart observations (2019)

Scorpio rising at 29 degrees

🌪️That year was my most traumatic year.

🌪️There were countless transformations (mostly endings and also new life-changing beginnings) in that year.

🌪️I lost many friends. I got gossiped by the whole class. The whole class didn’t talk to me. I was slut-shamed and they even spread rumors about me being pregnant while I was just gaining some weight. I was notorious with bad reputation in my school. My first love left me. I tried to run away with my first love. My parents caught me and grounded me for several months. I was literally in solitude. I had no one by my side. Both emotionally and physically. I can even write a whole damn book about this year.😭

🌪️However, I learned how to stay alone happily in that year. (It was not an option. The universe was like BAM you need to encounter THIS to achieve THIS success or whatsoever😃).

🌪️My whole personality before and after that year was so different that no one couldn’t recognize me after that year when I went back to school.

Moon in 1st house conjuncts ascendant (in Sagittarius at 0 degrees)

🌪️Maybe due to these traumatic events, my emotions were running high all the time.

🌪️Even though I tried to hide my pain and act like a typical scary silent scorpio rising, people still attacked me because I looked so vulnerable.

🌪️I cried almost everyday in that year.

🌪️Also I gained weight like A LOT MY FACE WAS LIKE AN ENORMOUS MEAT DUMPLING👹👹👹

**I also notice that I gained weight so easily last year when I had scorpio rising even though my moon was in 7th house in Taurus. Might be because of Taurus moon but Idk, scorpio rising year scares me hell a lot now.😺**

Jupiter in 1st house (in Sagittarius at 18 degrees)

🌪️I gained tons of weight because of my only coping mechanism : binge eating and also due to covid and quarantine.

🌪️I felt like food was the only escape in my life and I gained like 60 lbs.🤦🏻‍♀️

🌪️However, I had lucky academic opportunities.

🌪️I had to change my tuition because everyone including the teachers slut-shamed me and only because of that transformation, I finished high school with high marks and now I’m in medical school.

🌪️Thanks to my new teachers from new tuition and also those stupid bitches who believed everything they heard without clearly thinking as grown-up adults.😍

Saturn conjunct Pluto in 2nd house (in Capricorn)

🌪️My self-esteem declined so low that I rarely even went out in that year.

🌪️I felt like no one wanted me and I questioned about my worth like thousand times.

🌪️Throughout the year, transformations related to self-worth and self-love questioned my existence.

🌪️I was always thinking like “do I even deserve to eat this or go to this or be friends with them?” every damn time my mom asked me what I needed and every time someone approached me.

Neptune and Lilith in 4th house (in Pisces)

🌪️My whole family was very confused about me.

🌪️They even thought I was possessed by some ghost because I acted very unusual eg I couldn’t control my anger and I kinda self-sabotaged and I just bursted out and cried so suddenly when I was at home (that was just my trauma response I mean I don’t really know how they expected me to act after all those punishment they gave me and personal attacks received from my ex-mates)😺.

🌪️My parents kept really close eyes on me because they were worried that I would commit su-ici-de and they also had their respective assumptions about me but at the same time, they also outcasted me and thought I was really a slut who slept with lots of men because I did many reckless things without thinking about consequences.

🌪️I also often had intense vivid dreams and nightmares.

🌪️I was addicted to vapes and used them secretly in my room in that year.

🌪️So effed up🔫

Chiron in 5th house (in Aries)

🌪️My first love broke my heart.

🌪️My first serious heartbreak.

🌪️I had to take about 9 months to fully move on from him.

🌪️My inner child got hurt and my creativity and self-expression left my soul in that year.

🌪️I lost my silly child-like spirit in that year.

Uranus in 6th house (in Taurus at 5 degrees)

🌪️At first I was planning to study really hard to prepare for my matriculation exam but due to covid, there were huge unexpected changes in my routines and habits.

🌪️My plans got ruined.

Venus in 7th house conjuncts Amor (in Gemini)

🌪️Amor asteroid represents soulmate.

🌪️I met my first love and fell in love with him like a fool.

🌪️Everyone warned me because they saw red flags🚩🚩🚩🚩but I was blindly in love and was like “I’m gonna marry him���😭😭.*dies of embarrassment*

🌪️That was my first time that I gave actual commitment to someone and I felt like he was my soulmate.

🌪️I couldn’t let go of him for so long.

🌪️I wrote songs about him.

🌪️I wrote short stories about him.

🌪️It was bitter-sweet but now it’s just a memory.🌌

Sun in 7th house (in Gemini)

🌪️My main focus was on relationships relationships RELATIONSHIPS and I strongly desired to build meaningful social connections rather than superficial ones in that year.

🌪️My hidden enemies also pulled their masks off lmao I had to deal with them the whole year because they kept saying things about me that I didn’t even know I did.😩

Mercury conjunct mars in 8th house (in Cancer)

🌪️I remember that I was fully in my hermit mode the year I had this placement.

🌪️I searched articles about how to attack those arseholes spiritually but didn’t really take an action because I believed in karma.🧘🏻‍♀️

🌪️I was always reading books about magic, detective, occult and death and I even thought about committing a su-ici-de because I was severely depressed.

🌪️I was alone but also so blunt (I think I was just trying to protect myself) every time someone tried to befriend me.

🌪️I cursed a lot and my anger issues were like high up in the sky that one time, the wall cracked because I punched while I was angry and I’m just A GIRL🎀💕🥰).

Vertex in 9th house (in Leo at 15 degrees)

🌪️Maybe because of all of this, I started to pray to Buddha every single day in that year.

🌪️I suddenly became so religious and I felt like I only had him by my side.

🌪️My beliefs about religion expanded and I started to learn about other religions too in that year.

🌪️Also fated events occurred at my school so yeah vertex can say a lot about your upcoming year.

🌪️Immediately CHECK YOUR VERTEX IN YOUR SOLAR RETURN CHART RIGHT NOW!!!🥱

My scorpio ascendant was in my natal 5th house

🌪️My main focus was on relationships and dating as I’ve already said.

🌪️I also think I was so fertile in that year or maybe horny?

🌪️I wanted to get pregnant with my first love and I was only 14 at that time💀💀💀 (I know I was so silly but I was just a kid so I forgive myself for that *dies of embarrassment again*).

🌪️Sex education and vapes and drugs might be normal for teenagers in western countries but in my country, they’re like really taboo topics and parents biggest nightmare was their drug addict children getting pregnant😭.

🌪️Almost everyone did not dare to discuss about those openly in those days.

🌪️Also I was just 14 at that time so it’s not my parents’ fault that they stopped me and restricted me too much but however, their punishment was directed in a wrong way and that’s why I had to find other ways to suppress my pain. I don’t know who to blame, myself or those so-called friends or my parents😭.

So in conclusion, it was a very hard year and very life-changing and unforgettable but it shaped me into who I am today so I’m really happy to receive all of those new experiences. English is not my first language so please bear with me if I made some mistakes.🫰🏼💕

Also you can ask me about two placements (maximum) you want from your solar return chart. I’ll answer them as soon as I get free time.❤️

My mood in 2019 as GIF be like:

[raconteur-wanpi]

before loki's fruit gets revealed (could be as soon as next chapter) do you have any theories for what it might be?

I have heard SO many theories for it at this point, that I'm sure no matter what it ends up being, there's at least one person out there who predicted it correctly.

I myself don't know which one I find most likely, I've heard good arguments for multiple theories! If I had to list the ideas I've seen brought up so far, it'd probably be:

Myhtical Zoans

-Fenrir, the wolf from norse mythology, whose children eat the sun, seems to be a common guess. I've been kinda against this since day one tbh. We JUST got a mythical wolf zoan with Yamato, not to mention now we have Cerberus as well. Not impossible though, just unlikely. Or at the very least underwhelming.

-Jörmungandr, the serpent from norse mythology. This one is more interesting, especially since a large serpent makes me think of Nola from Skypeia, whose kind was associated with the Sun God by the Shandians. Problem is, it's already associated with the Red Line in Elbaph's mythology and in One Piece symbology in general. Then again, sometimes, multiple things share the same symbols in this story, so it's an interesting thought that this could be the case here too. My only other problem with this, once again, it's kinda similar to Kaidou, although he was more of a long fish than a reptile or serpent.

-Human fruit, model Lunarian. Now THAT'S interesting! Perhaps... too interesting. I would genuinely love to see something like that, and he does have these curious wing tattoos, but once again, I wonder if that's a bit too much like the Seraphim AND King, which we just saw in the previous two arcs. It almost feels like an absurd fanservice option. A giant the size of Oars with a Lunarian fruit would explain how people came to think of him as a world-ender in terms of power though, that sounds terrifying. I do like this one a lot, but I don't know if it's likely.

Logias

-I see the idea of a Logia very often, especially in parallel to Hajrudin wanting the Flame Flame fruit. Most people have talked about "Nuclear / Mother-Flame Fruit" or even straight up a "Sun Sun Fruit", which are all the same concept anyway, I guess. This is a popular guess, and does make some sense, but I think it's too straightforward and direct for my tastes. When we have Ace, Sabo, Sakazuki and Oven, another fire/heat/flame power just sounds uninteresting to me. As always, it's not unlikely though. I think that, if this is it, I'd rather it be framed as being tied to the Mother Flame, rather than something more generic like "nuclear power" or "the sun" - why yes, there IS a small thematic difference. Either way, not a huge fan of this, but Oda could make it work I suppose.

-Some other Logia I have not thought or heard about could be possible as well. Can't think of what, though!

Paramecias

-OK I think here comes the silliest, but also my favorite guess. The Gum Gum fruit. Yeah this is the Tekking guess. The idea that Loki has the actual rubber paramecia, and that the people of Elbaph associate it with Nika due to the superficial similarity. Honestly this would be SO fun, and it's the Silly Choice and I like that. Not to mention the Luffy parallels. However, a few problems arise. The main one being Vegapunk saying there exists no such fruit in the records. He could easily just, not know about it though, but it's kind of an Occams Razor situation. Especially considering he'd been to Elbpah before and knows plenty about them. If the royal family had this fruit, he might have known about it. Nothing is impossible, though, so who knows! Another little issue is that the giants have seen Luffy's Nika form, so if they initially thought Loki had the Nika fruit due to the confusion, they'd have probably brought it up. Like "ooh maybe that's not what Loki has after all, this pipsqueek has it instead", idk. That might be nitpicking lol.

-Theres a bunch of other paramecias you could give him honestly, but I can't think of anything specific. Perhaps something around his newly revealed hammer and the way he wields it? No clue. This is the most strange and creative category, just look at Gunko's Arrow Fruit. Anything relating to weapons, or mass destruction or trickery and manipulation, all of these fit him thematically. Maybe even illusions? That might be too simple, considering the fruit has been described as legendary. It'd be hard to predict it, if it really is a paramecia.

That's all I have in mind for now! Honestly, I can see Oda throwing an insane curveball and have it be something completely unexpected that hasn't even been mentioned here. Only time will tell.

[samsayswhatever]

maybe it's just me that's not seeing it, but chelsea saying that zero drug would make her get action with her brother/sibling doesn't also apply to lochlan, instead of only saxon? i mean, it's a consensus that he's a people pleaser, but to what extent? like, i can't understand the ideia he just interacts sexually with saxon to purely please him, and is devoid of any attraction. i understand the confused feelings, and the feel that they violated boundaries between each other... but i also don't think saxon being overly sexual in lochlan's presence is the only answer for lochlan's response for their kiss etc. somethimes i think we can be underestimating lochlan awareness of his own self 🙃

So I agree with the idea that there is no drug in the world that would make me (or anyone) get with their sibling in a sexual context. So I think it definitely applies to Lochlan too!!! Not enough (if any) people talk about this, and now that you say it, I totally agree that it's evidence in my book that Lochlan likes Saxon as more than a brother.

The thing is, as wise as Chelsea is, she is still able to say false things. She is a fictional character, and it's up to us as the audience to believe what she says. I personally don't have any degrees in pharmaceuticals, and we don't even really know what drugs they took, so there is a chance I'm wrong, and there is a drug out there that can do that. So the people who think the drugs have that kind of power aren't necessarily wrong, I just don't agree with them. Some people, including Sam Nivola himself, have said that Lochlan only participated in the threesome because he's a people pleaser and he was "fucked up" on drugs. His statements imply that it wasn't just the drugs, but also his need to please which stems from a need for love. And this ties into the theme in the show of "how far would you go" for your needs and/or desires to be met.

Jaclyn goes as far to cheat on her husband, Rick goes as far as to make up a bunch of lies about being a producer and point a gun at a strangers head, Piper flies her family across the world, Tim steals his wife's medicine and a gun, and Lochlan jerks off his brother.

So then the next question, was it a need or a desire? Did Rick NEED to face his fathers murderer to get closure? If he didn't do that, he'd probably be stressed the rest of his life, and maybe his life would be cut short. So it wasn't an immediate life threatening issue, but it was a major issue. Does that mean it's a need? Where is the line?? I think that is something this show is very interested in exploring.

(7 paragraphs about love, sex, drugs, sex work, needs vs desires, and somehow the dalai lama below)

So to continue the example, did Lochlan NEED his siblings love? Couldn't he have gotten his love elsewhere? Or would love from friends, lovers, or strangers not matter, or not be enough? How fast would his life go down hill if he tried to live a life where he wasn't loved? Would he even make it through college? Will he even make it through the next episode when he thinks he doesn't have love? To me, love is a need, and I would die quite quickly without it, so I can easily imagine Lochlan needing love so badly that he would do anything for it.

Sex workers around the world jerk people off to afford their needs, and they have for a long time. It's human. This season isn't as interested in explicit sex work, but the Russian Aleksei slept with Laurie for the chance to extort money from her. That money might be fore desires or needs, or maybe both. But if they are going to kill people in the next episode over it? Maybe it's a need. idk. So, yeah, I think it's very possible for a person to have sexual relations without sexual desire. I also think it's possible to have sex with someone you sexually desire, but also have other motivations for choosing to have sex with them in that way and at that time.

However, I think that Lochlan and Saxon desire each other as more than brothers. There are so many parts of the show that treat Lochlan's and Saxon's glances, actions, facial reactions, and choices as stemming from sexual and romantic desire. And that they would desire each other without the drugs and alcohol. And I personally think that if they chose to love each other, and got to the point of meeting each others needs, that they would still love each other as more than brothers. Maybe it started with a need, but it became a desire.

In my parents house, they have this poster, and as a kid, I would read it over and over thinking I would eventually become wise. We don't have time to get into why this is problematic, but look at number 17.

It says, "Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other." And I think this applies to Lochlan and Saxon. I think in an ideal fictional world, they would love each other more than they need each other. And that would be amazing.

I'll probably write another post about this poster and the show, because it really ties into a lot of the themes.

But yeah, I think that people who say that the drug didn't make Saxon participate in the threesome, but don't think that about Lochlan are being hypocritical. And that is a very good thing you spotted, and pointed out, so thank you for that.

I might be misunderstanding your last line there, but I agree that Lochlan has self awareness. He's a quiet character who doesn't have his identity crisis in front of others the way Saxon and other characters do. So I understand why people might think Lochlan doesn't have self awareness because he doesn't talk to any other characters about being self aware. However, that's not a requirement for self awareness. I think a lot of the camera work and acting makes it clear to me that he's having incredibly complex thoughts. Such as when he looks in the mirror at the start of ep 2 after he see's his brother naked in bed. And it's clear to me that he knows he desires his brother as more than a brother.

Anyway, thank you so much for your thoughts!!

[rhiirysss]

AOT Age Swap! AU

this might be just caused by my roots planted deep into the undertale fandom from years ago, but i cant stop thinking of an Attack on Titan Swap AU.. HEAR ME OUT PLEASE??? (idk if this has been done before, but i just reaaallly wanna ramble about it anyways) there are two concepts i could work with here;

Swap Paradis and Marley or Swap Everyone's Ages

at the moment, i'm more im favor of the "Swap Everyone's Ages" idea bc its wht ive been brainstorming more of, mostly cause i keep thinking of the parallels between Erwin, Levi, and Hange vs Eren, Mikasa and Armin because there is a lot between them

In order of who'd replace who, though, it'd go like this Eren = Hange Mikasa = Levi Armin = Erwin

To explain why it's like this.. let's start with:

Hange and Eren

This might feel a bit random? maybe because Armin feels like a combination of both Hange and Erwin but there's one main key factor i like to remember abt Hange tht makes them a good candidate to fill in as Eren in this AU; a very simple detail that can be overshadowed due to how their character evolved past it

Hange joined the Survey Corps originally due to a hatred for titans

The only reason they stopped is because curiosity took over, and all their anger was channeled into research and innovation before it eventually became genuine wonder for the beasts that have killed countless comrades

Eren turned out different because he was simply doomed from the beginning (literally..), and never really found a different way to deal with all the rage built up inside of him aside from violence and bloodshed

Let's also not forget that Hange is canonically the most scariest when they are mad! No one should be underestimating the extent of their rage, and most people should be grateful it doesn't happen as much as it could because Hange happens to have some sort of control over it! (the small scenes we do get to see of it say a lot though)

Now– my biggest gripe with having a change like this occur is the fact that while Hange can fill in for Eren, Eren can't fill in for Hange.. which is rlly confusing for me to wrap my mind around?? Maybe there is a way for it to make sense, but I haven't gotten there yet

It might not be too much of a stretch, though, considering Grisha is a doctor and he could've passed that kind of smarts onto Eren? But going to that topic also needs me to have to decide whether Grisha's backstory stays the same or if i have to make OCs to fill in the gaps on Hange's side (esp cause they're canonically estranged from their family) which is a WHOLE other can of worms to dissect so i'll end this part of the discussion here

Mikasa and Levi

This one might make the most sense to anyone reading this, which is fair, because they're both Ackermans and orphans, so..

I have less to ramble about these two, but that's in part due to the fact there isn't too much to talk about? I'll give my thought anyways cause it feels fair (and my favoritism for Hange will shine far too easily if I leave this short asf)

There are two ideas I have in mind when it comes as to how they'd fit into the Age Swap! AU

1. Swap their backstories 2. Keep their canon backstories but tweak it to match the AU

I'm honestly not sure which one would be better? I'm leaning more onto the second option

Perhaps, I make it so that Eren still saved Mikasa? Activated her Ackerman abilities and all that shit? But then it comes into question as to what happens after.. how her, Eren, and Armin eventually join the corps and such..

Swapping their backstories might be easier on my soul, too, but it IS an AU for a reason so I should get a bit more creative and whatnot instead of rehashing the same old stuff everyone already knows..

Honestly, I'm kind of still on a roadblock when it comes to these two, but I do know Levi would fit Mikasa's role perfectly here; he practically already protects Hange a ton in canon, although less fiercely as Mikasa since he has a shit ton of other people to also protect (really, it all ties in well, since he'd be just as protective of Erwin too!)

For now, however, this is the best i can come up with!! I'll be sure to make a follow-up post at some point </33..

Armin and Erwin

This might also be a no-brainer since this is quite literally implied in canon to a certain degree but can you really blame me for going this route? Armin has all the key points to become just LIKE Erwin, both quite literally have backstories that mirror each other's as well??

do i actually need to explain why this works so well? probably not, but i really want to

When it comes to backstory, neither of the two need much changing in that regard.. the biggest change lies in the aftermath of these two basically becoming orphans

I suppose in this case, just like Erwin in canon, Armin will want to prove the validity of his dreams, of the reality of a life possible outside the walls, of the technology and innovation that could be done to make that possible (i.g the hot air balloon)

Erwin, on the other hand, will be driven by the dream to see civilization behind the walls; pushed on by the basic human need of socialization and community in a world so cramped and unforgiving

I'd imagine as well that in similar fashion to Eren and Armin, Erwin would be the one to propose the idea to Hange, he'd be the one to plant the idea that there are people beyond the walls and maybe, just maybe, there is more to life than living like cattle for the rest of their lives

Though the funny thing, I guess, is trying to imagine Erwin as someone just as meek as S1 Armin was, but it IS possible? I've yet to get to a point where I've imagined all their personalities in this au just yet, and this whole post is basically just my way of seeing if anyone else is either 1) interested or 2) have any ideas or feedback they could give

Anyhow— this is all I've gotten so far, but thank you for listening to my endless rambles abt fictional characters :DD !!

-ryss <3

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Louis+Eleanor+Hannah—The messy timeline

A while ago I got a good-faith ask about Louis potentially cheating on his girlfriend Hannah with a man, and how he could be a victim of internalized homophobia—that it could be the reason he bullied a gay kid. Prompted by that ask, I put together a post proving that Louis had actually cheated on Hannah with who would later be his girlfriend, Eleanor.

Some anons tried to push back against that, so the very concrete proof is spread out in four separate posts, which makes linking back to this quite messy and complicated to read. That is why I decided to just put everything together in one post.

It's the same info I had in all the other posts, just cleaned up for ease of reading.

Ok, so, a Larrie who we'll call Betterstill made a series of posts where she talked about knowing someone who knew Eleanor and how much of a b*tch she was (ok, and?). While making those posts she kind of... gave away something that made how Louis and Eleanor met click.

The first post said that, "Eleanor's best friend from university tells people that she introduced Louis and Eleanor backstage in 2011." In another, Betterstill clarified that the friend was Alana. When an anon pushed back and said that Alana didn't know Harry in 2011, Betterstill replied that, no Alana did work at the same bakery Harry did.

Another anon said that ok, even if Alana worked at the same bakery, she and Harry couldn't have worked there at the same time because she was in university when he worked there, to which Betterstill agreed and said that the story "didn't add up" for that reason.

Alright, now I need to explain all of this, which is very complicated to do in a non-confusing way, so bear with me.

Let's introduce Chloe Burcham. Chloe is one of Gemma's best friends (Harry's sister—idk, just in case):

Chloe's entire family has been friends with Harry's family for decades:

Chloe has also been friends for a very long time with a girl called Alana Burton—or Lani, how people usually called her online. Since neither of them are public figures (though Chloe is sort of an influencer), I don't really want to post old pictures of them together, but you can find them easily enough if you Google. The 1D fandom documents everything.

The kicker here is that Alana was roommates in University with Eleanor, aka Louis' long-time girlfriend. Both she and Eleanor posted endless photos together. Here's a photo Eleanor posted of all her university roommates—Lani is on the far right, while Eleanor is next to the blonde girl with a bob.

For a while, fans of 1D would discuss how trippy it was that Louis' girlfriend (Eleanor) was roommates with someone (Alana) who was childhood friends with one of Harry's childhood friends (Chloe), but there was no indication that Harry and Alana knew each other.

Louis + Eleanor shippers ("Elounor") had their theories about Alana+Chloe being the reason Louis and Eleanor met, but there was nothing concrete to go off of.

Until... kind of out of nowhere Lani tweeted Harry with an inside joke.

And a few weeks later Harry went bowling with Alana, Chloe, Chloe's sister, and some dude.

Then Harry tweeted Lani with a lot of familiarity:

And people were torn. Some believed Chloe had introduced Harry and Alana and that was all there was to it, while others put together the fact that Chloe and Alana had met when they were young because Alana was from a town 5 minutes away from Holmes Chapel (Harry's hometown), and that since Chloe was so close to Harry and Gemma since they were kids, chances were that Harry and Alana had met long before 1D.

Another reason people believed this, was that Louis explained how he and Eleanor met like this:

I don't know if anyone who's this deep into my obscure blog will not know that Harry worked in a bakery prior to being in 1D, but, well, he did. He worked there for two years, from fourteen to sixteen.

Harry (via Liam) also confirmed that he introduced Louis and Eleanor:

So, was Alana the friend of Harry's who worked at the bakery with him? Or was it someone else and Alana was just a coincidence?

Well, Betterstill shared in her "receipt" that Alana indeed worked at the bakery. I don't trust Larries as far as I can throw them, of course, but this one is very reluctantly admitting that Alana worked at the bakery. She's also agreeing with her anons that "the story doesn't add up" because "Alana was in university when Harry worked at the bakery." What I get from this, is that Betterstill actually does know someone somewhat connected to all of this, who confirmed that Alana worked at the bakery with Harry, and is trying to use that knowledge to claim that Eleanor is not a nice person (because Larries all have a vendetta against her), while also trying to somehow cast doubt onto something that she herself is confirming.

Betterstill has dozens of posts talking about being from the same area as Harry and knowing people he knows, so her knowing someone who knows Alana is not far-fetched to me. It seems like her coping mechanism is sort of lying to herself.

But, well, she's wrong. Alana started university the same year that Harry auditioned for The X Factor. As I said, Alana was roommates with Eleanor, meaning, they most likely started university at around the same time. Eleanor started university in 2010 after Harry auditioned for The X Factor. Harry and Alana working together at the bakery makes perfect sense. They could've worked together for the entire two years he worked there.

Fast-forward to January 2018 (a year after Betterstill's "receipt") and we get pictures of Harry hanging out with Alana in Japan:

And then almost two years later, we get content of Alana spending Christmas with the Styles in 2019:

Suffice to say that Harry and Alana are friends, and every part of this story is adding up.

Now, what else was it that Betterstill said? That Alana claims that she introduced Louis and Eleanor backstage at a show in 2011. Okay... interesting. We know for a fact that Louis and Eleanor had met by September 2011 because we have pictures of them together then, so that means they didn't meet backstage at 1D's first tour, since it started in December 2011.

What other shows did 1D have before that? Well, they had a couple of TV show appearances, some on the radio, at malls and stuff. Could it be that Harry invited Alana to one of those? Sure, it could be, but apparently it's not.

You see, Betterstill is/was friends with a bunch of other Larries, such as our good old pal Bulletproof who I talked about in my "living together" posts. Bulletproof gave us a tiny extra detail about this whole thing that's very interesting: that the show they met at was an X Factor one. She later expanded on the show being in the Spring of 2011. Betterstill and Bulletproof's friendship is long documented on both of their blogs, so presumably Betterstill gave Bulletproof details that she didn't make public in her blog.

I had my suspicion that was the case ever since Betterstill mentioned it was backstage at a show in 2011 and while looking for something else on Bulletproof's blog found the confirmation.

I figured that backstage at a show in 2011 had to mean at The X Factor Tour because it was what made the most sense, in terms of being a show where the guys could take friends with them. The families were always talking about getting tickets for those shows on Twitter.

What show? We have no idea, but most likely one in Manchester. The X Factor Tour ran from February 19th till April 9th, 2011.

So, regardless of what the exact show was, that's the range of time we're looking at.

Mmhm, but... at the time Louis was... dating Hannah, his girlfriend who he was with since before One Direction. If all of this is correct (and it adds up perfectly), when Louis and Eleanor met, he was 100% dating Hannah.

Fun fact, if Louis and Eleanor indeed met at a Manchester show, then they met right around the time of his and Hannah's 1-year anniversary:

(archived tweet)

Hannah would tweet about Louis a bunch. Hannah's sister posted this photo of them together on Easter a couple of weeks after The X Factor Tour ended:

Hannah deactivated her account a few years ago, so we can't link to her tweets, but we can see fan reactions to them. On July 17th, she took a Twitter break for a couple of days because of "rumors":

This was right after Louis went back home to Doncaster (where Hannah also lived) for a day, according to what his mom tweeted on July 16th.

A week or so later, Hannah came back from her Twitter break for 1D's anniversary (July 23rd), and right after that, she confirmed she and Louis had broken up but that they remained best friends, to which Louis agreed. We have screenshots of those tweets:

Louis' is still up.

You're gonna have to trust me on this one, because there's no way for me to link the source, but Stan, one of Louis' closest friends, had a period of time in 2013 where his Facebook was public. In fact, through Stan's Facebook we found out that Louis auditioned for The X Factor in 2009 as well:

And through his Facebook we found the date in which he and Eleanor became friends there...

That is four days after the potential date in which Louis broke up with Hannah (July 16th) and four days before Hannah would confirm it on Twitter. That is... quite the fucking timing.

Of course, we don't have 100% confirmation that Louis and Eleanor cheated on Hannah. But come the fuck on... They most likely met in March 2011, then Louis continued to date Hannah, and as soon as Louis and Hannah break up he starts interacting with Eleanor?

Just 10 days after that Eleanor's cousin, Emily Calder who was very young and a huge 1D fan (her @ used to be NomNomNiall), was tweeting about Eleanor knowing Louis. You can check out Emily's Twitter account—Louis still follows her.

(archived tweet)

Louis called her on the phone and followed her that same day.

As far Emily she was aware, at this point, Louis and Eleanor were "just friends." Emily wouldn't find out they were an item until it became public knowledge. Why? Because, well, she was a child, and she was a 1D fan, so she knew perfectly well that Louis had a girlfriend until LITERALLY two weeks prior to following her.

Like...

(archived tweet)

Larries took Emily's lack of knowledge of the situation as "proof" of it being all fake, instead of the fact that she was lied to and told 1% of the information. She was told that Louis and Eleanor had known each other for a while, but she didn't have the full context:

(She had an ask.fm at the time that was linked to her Twitter account, so this is 100% legit, but it's not up anymore for me to link it)

Sugarscape, a popular media outlet at the time that had a lot of interviews with 1D, said that someone spotted Louis with a brunette girl at V Festival (August 20/21 2011). I can't find the original article because Sugarscape has gone offline since then, but I can find an archived version of a second article where they reference it, a year later:

And Eleanor confirmed it was her:

(archived tweet)

Sugarscape wrote this second article because Louis had said in an interview that he and Eleanor didn't know how long they'd been together:

Larries also used this as proof that their relationship was fake. "Louis loves his girlfriend so much but he has no idea when they started dating."

They made whole ass timelines showing the discrepancies in what Louis said in different interviews, and dissected the whole thing in an attempt to "prove" that it was fake.

But... he couldn't say how long they'd been together BECAUSE THEY CHEATED. Not because he "didn't know" or because "he didn't care" or any other Larrie-backward-ass-logic. He did know, but if he admitted it, he was basically spelling out that he had cheated on his ex for months. He always gave different answers because the real one would not paint him in a good light.

Notice how Sugarscape corrects Louis, who said they'd been together for 6-8 months. They're like, "No, actually, it's at least 11." And, no, actually, it's MORE.

At first, Hannah didn't know, but she probably did realize it eventually. A year+ after the breakup, and a month after the Sugarscape article I linked, Hannah's little brother George had a pretty heated exchange with Louis' best friend Stan, in which he used a homophobic slur to describe Louis:

That's why Larries say that George accused Louis of cheating with a man, but that's... not true. You can see from his profile picture that George was a literal child. He most likely just used that slur because it was the worst word he could think of. Louis had been with Eleanor, very openly, for a year. They were first spotted together in September 2011. Eleanor then confirmed that they were together IN AUGUST, a month after he and Hannah broke up.

Even if Louis were gay (which he wasn't) and had a relationship with a man, why would Hannah's 12-year-old brother who he hadn't talked to in a year even know about it?

The "proof" of it is one word that can be very easily explained with logic. Now, here's the thing, a little bit after tweeting all of that, George deleted the tweets, so Larries went out of their way to claim that George had specifically tweeted that Louis had cheated with a man, and that makes the rounds to this day.

George did not tweet that. Here's a post by Larries the day after the tweets, August 17th, 2012, clarifying that it was FAKE. Just in case, I archived the post as well, you can find it here.

There aren't even screenshots of the tweet people use as "proof."

In fact, our friend Bulletproof (who was such a staunch Larrie she believed that Hannah was a friend of Louis' who was doing him a favor by pretending to be his girlfriend), didn't even believe that George was using that slur because he thought Louis was gay. She instead believed that George "wasn't told" what Hannah's "real role" was and that he was upset because of how fast Louis had moved on.

Which he was. That is why George was upset. In fact, so was Hannah!

As I said, her Twitter account is long gone, but she tweeted about unfollowing 1D accounts because she didn't want to see Louis' face on her Timeline in 2012. There's also this...

Hannah posted a video of her and a friend singing with a sore throat, to which a friend of Louis' called Calvin Rodgers (who he was distanced from at the time) commented, "In theory, the singing wasn't AS flat as Louis." A friend of Calvin and Hannah's called Dan replied, "Fair point." To which Calvin replied, "Not only fair, but true." And Hannah replied, "Controversial 🙊"

Anyway, to close this post, let's address two more things.

Larries claimed that Harry "looked uncomfortable" when it was said that he introduced Louis and Eleanor. They attributed this to, well, Harry and Louis being a closeted couple.

In actuality, the problem was probably that Harry was close with Hannah:

And because he was there when Louis met Eleanor, and was the main reason they met, felt uncomfortable about the whole thing.

2. Larries also claim that Harry "never interacted with Eleanor" and had raging jealousy. They project onto him the hatred they have for her.

Harry and Eleanor were probably not friends. Harry and Louis' friendships was already winding down by the time he and Eleanor started dating. But Harry did tweet a picture of Louis and Eleanor together in 2011

Here's Harry photobombing Eleanor and her friend at One Direction's premiere for their documentary This Is Us in 2013.

And here's Harry saying hello to Eleanor and her dad, who were having lunch at the pub close to his house. And yes, that was Eleanor 100%. That's exactly what her father looks like, plus, she's a regular at the pub. There have been a ton of sightings of her there. (Sighting 1, Sighting 2, Sighting 3, Sighting 4, Sighting 5, Sighting 6)

That was August 18th, 2019, btw. Louis and Eleanor had been back together since early 2017. They would break up again in January 2023. So, Eleanor was actively "Louis' beard" in Larries minds.

In order to claim that Harry hated Eleanor or was upset about her and Louis' relationship, Larries will use out of context clips, slowed down gifs, etc. But that's a debunk for a different day.

Anyway, that's all the condensed pretty concrete proof that Louis seemingly cheated on Hannah with Eleanor.

He also seemingly cheated on Eleanor with Briana (and other girls), dated Danielle Campbell very openly while Briana was pregnant with his son, then cheated on Danielle with Eleanor. So, you know, a really nice guy! I can make a post about that at some point if you guys want me to.

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Johnny's Bluffing

CW for discussion of potential sexual assault, toxic/unhealthy relationships, stalking, obsession, and, of course, murder and cannibalism. Nothing like, too crazy I think? But especially this one section on sexual assault, it's brief but separated out so it's quite easy to skip if that makes folks uncomfortable.

Hi I am currently in a really bad insomnia cycle and as such haven't slept so I'm sure I'm gonna have missed something that immediately prove me wrong, but here we go:

I don't think that certain members of the Family know that Maria is alive, and especially Nancy. This theory sort of delves into a lot of different stuff, I wrote and rewrote this a fair bit and idk, this is what I ended up with. It's a lot of my personal interpretation of both the written text and the way lines are delivered, as well as my own analyses on characters and how I personally think the timeline of events went (Danny and Virginia dying before the gang even show up in Newt, Maria being the 'Definitive Final Girl' and surviving to the very end, but never getting to escape the Slaughters/Johnny. That isn't to say that she dies, but Sally is the first and only person to escape until Stretch if she is canon to this timeline now that Choptop is on his way) so idk, I hope you like what I've been thinking about I guess?

Nancy and Drayton both have several voice lines that refer to Maria being in the past tense. So does Johnny, but my theory here is that he is playing into this line of thought so they don’t realise that he is still keeping her.

I will source my way of hearing all of the voice lines at the end.

Starting with Nancy, she has several;

‘It didn’t have to be this way, you know? You just had to come looking for that floosy of yours, didn’t you?’

‘Your little friend had it coming. Looking at my Johnny that way- he’s a sweet boy!’

‘You ever hear the saying murder starts in the heart? … I think my Johnny liked that girl…’

The first two are obviously extremely defensive over Johnny and are meant to taunt the other Victims over Maria’s ‘death’. The last one, however, feels almost like a realisation. This line has confused me for a long time, because it sounds like two different once spliced together, but they are, in fact, connected. This is the only time that Nancy ever speaks about Maria in any other way than pure disgust and defensiveness. Another interesting thing about Nancy is that she does not hate her husbands. She murdered all three of them, none of them were able to give her a baby of her own, and yet she defends them from Sissy, she keeps them all in her basement man cave, and even when talking to Hands, she’s apologetic about Harold to him. She still holds a fondness for them, it seems, and I feel like maybe this is what makes her finally realise that Johnny actually, truly loves Maria. For Nancy, she loves people to death, and that type of love extends to Johnny, too. Sure, he’s still alive, and could easily kill her now, but she permanently scarred his face when he tried to leave her. I don’t believe that Nancy isn’t above murdering Johnny to keep him with her, and I think this admittance leads to her realising that Johnny actually did love Maria. Of course, she can’t say ‘love’, that’s a bit too far, but at the very least, she will acknowledge that he likes her, and these days, Johnny doesn’t seem to like anyone, not even her. It’s also interesting to note that she says this after losing sight of a victim she was chasing. She says herself that she hasn’t hunted like this in a while, it seems as if physically chasing people down to kill them is making her reminisce on her feelings about murder and love in a way.

But all of that to say, she believes Maria is dead. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, she’s dead now, and maybe she plans to talk to Johnny about it later, maybe not apologise, but try and make it easier on him now that she’s realised just how much she meant to him.

Then we’ve got Cookie.

‘Look, I’m sorry about your friend… but… I’m afraid you done landed square dab in the shithouse!’

‘We didn’t have much choice! Couldn’t let Johnny spring no lovechild around here. It ain’t personal! Now get back here!’

There is obviously a lot less here, the former being Cook or Drayton’s more humble, car salesman type approach to everything, apologising sincerely that their friend had to die… but now so do they, so how sorry can he be, really?

The second is far more interesting. I’m still sort of working out the kinks with what I think on all this, but it implies not only that the whole family knew about Johnny’s feelings for Maria, but that there was a worry about something more than just his feelings. A genuine attachment, the possibility for a child.

Now, one thing I wanna throw in real quick is that a lot of people think Johnny assaulted Maria once he kidnapped her. And I personally don’t think that that is true. And it’s more than just ‘noooo not my pookie he would never!’, I feel as though Johnny’s feelings for Maria are beyond sexual, or beyond purely sexual. I’m not gonna get super into it because I wanna make a whole post about just their relationship, but in short, Johnny knows he’s hot shit. He knows women love him and men do too, and he uses that all the time to lure people to their deaths. Maybe he fucks them first, then kills them, who knows. But this is a man who is used to being sexualised and uses it to his advantage, like a reverse femme fatale, almost. A lot of his lines are sexually charged and he speaks seductively low at times, even flirting on the odd occasion. However, Maria is in love with Danny and is a sweet girl in the seventies. There is no way she’s heading off to knock boots with the pretty boy at the bar no matter how charming, persistent, helpful… always somehow exactly where she needs him to be… is. She’s kind, she’s sweet, she brings out the best in people, we know this about her. And when there’s no sex, when it’s not about fucking them and killing them… Johnny has no choice but to fall completely head over heels for her. It’s no surprise that the day she’s heading out of town, maybe to go back to see her boyfriend, that is when her car breaks down. Johnny’s oil stained gloves, the fact that he’s designed to look like he helps at a gas station, his friendship with Uncle Hands, the fact he lives in a junk yard? This man knows mechanics. He knows cars. And he is definitely not above tampering with an already busted old car to ensure it stops before she can get away from him. It’s just his luck that she happens to break down by his family’s land. All this to say, I don’t think Johnny assaults Maria once he has her. Not only because that would be a lot, like, in general, for this game to go from goofy cannibals to sexual assault by one of the game’s most beloved characters to one of the game’s most beloved characters, but because I don’t think Johnny is the type. He’s pretty and charming enough that people want him, he doesn’t have to take it, he earns it. And he wants Maria to give it to him, for him to earn it because she wants him. He likely spends his time down there with her trying to get her to fall for him and forget about Danny. He wants her to want him. Or at least, this is my personal interpretation.

Maybe she does begin to fall or maybe Drayton’s complete lack of any and all sexual knowledge just makes him think they’re already going to pound town, but he was worried about a baby. That’s something I wanna explore in the future, why he’s so worried about Johnny and Maria having a baby, but moving on; again, Drayton is seemingly fully convinced that Maria is dead.

For Johnny I wanna take his lines one at a time, but it is important to note that I think some of these lines are referring to someone else and not Maria, but also some of these are in present tense, he either slips up or sometimes on purpose mentions things that could hint to her being alive to the Victims.

‘You wanna know how your friend died!? … I can show you!’

‘Your little friend put up a better fight than this… come on! Make it interesting, will you!?”

Pure just bluffing to get them angry and scared. It could also be referring to Danny but more on that a different time.

‘That’s what I get for taking it easy on them. Time for them to join that little friend of theirs…’

‘You’re gonna look real nice next to that friend of yours…’

Again, if my belief that Danny not only went to Nancy’s a lot earlier than the others is true and that he has been dead for a good few days before the gang shows up, then this is absolutely about him, not Maria.

‘You kinda remind me of your little friend’

To Ana about Maria, obviously, and comes across as quite flirtatious. He’s figured out that not only does Maria have a sister (if she never told him), but that Ana has no intentions of leaving there without her. I interpret this as Johnny taunting her, making her his new priority to get rid of. I said he loved Maria, I never said he loved her in a healthy way, alight? This is The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, not the Notebook (never seen that movie)

‘You should have never came here looking for that girl!’

I don’t need to explain. Pure possessive Johnny in his raw form.

And finally, the infamous;

‘You know… I was actually kinda fond of that girl, I-I didn’t really wanna hurt her… but… family first, you know?’

Johnny is an agitator. Almost all of his lines are trying to fuck with the victims, playing with his food. Egging them on to hit him, teasing them about being too slow, the way he calls after them as he hunts them down, he wants to see them upset and charged, he wants a good fight, he wants to feel something. The main part of this line is just that, I think; he wants them to believe that even though he cared about Maria, he fucking killed her. He wants them to be angry, to fight him, to hurt him. The end is guilty. Incredibly guilty sounding, and I don’t think that’s out of a guilt for killing her, since… well, Maria is alive and kicking. But more a guilt about his family in general. ‘Family first, you know?’ he’s almost saying it so himself, as if that’s what he should think, what he should be doing. But he is actively betraying them and knows that once everything blows over, he’s going to keep on betraying them for every day he keeps Maria alive. And he also knows that even if he feels all of this guilt, he will do it anyway because he loves her, and he can’t let his family have her. She is the only person who is truly his, who represents what life could have given him. I have another analysis I made on TikTok that I’ll repost here soon, but it essentially goes like this; Johnny and Danny really aren’t too different. Scrappy orphans who are good with mechanics. Except Danny got to go to college, travel freely, meet the girl of his dreams, and Johnny is forced to be someone he doesn’t want to be. He isn’t not a killer, but he also could have not been a killer. Maria is everything he has not been allowed to have; naivety, kindness, softness. And now that he has her, and once everyone else is out of the way, he has no intentions of letting that go.

So he is pretending that she is dead. And for now, it is working. I have a feeling in the canon story of the game, the victims stumble upon her somewhere once they’ve already caused enough trouble for the family, and then all bets are off. Once they find out she’s still alive, it’s a new game for Johnny, a choice; does he kill her, make his mother proud and live the only life he knows because even if he leaves, he knows he can’t be any better? Or does he take her away and try, try to be a different man in the softness of her love?

Rush Week could be the result of either of those. Either he kills her, and becomes an even worse, even colder killer, now able to handle a situation like in the game completely on his own, or he takes her away to start a new life and just couldn’t stop the urges; the Bad Man needs to feed. He stays late after work or pretends he has a night shift and gets his fill on blood and chaos before stumbling home, washing it all off, and returning to Maria’s (definitely traumatised at this point from seeing her friends and sister murdered (don’t worry about Danny I’ve got thoughts on him shhh) in front of her and ‘rescued’ by Johnny) arms.

That was a lot... Please tell me what y'all think on this, again, a lot of my personal interpretation on a lot of things, but isn't that what art is for?

Sources for the voice lines:

Texas Chain Saw Massacre Game - Johnny All Voice Lines (youtube.com)

Texas Chain Saw Massacre Game - Black Nancy All Voice Lines - YouTube

Texas Chain Saw Massacre Game - Johnny All Voice Lines (youtube.com)

Promised I'd tag @bloodfeeder when I finished this so here ya go!! :)

[chevvy-ryder]

Sending out kudos to everyone who has shown their love towards Ryder for the past two years.

I love u all very much and every engagement, be it even just a like, means a lot to me.

I've intended to sorta make a cool post of some older vp of him as of today, September 17th, exactly 2 years ago I have created Ryder,— back then as a supposed supportive character for Vijay, very unsure if I would like him as Ry didn't visually turn out as I wanted him to be in the first place and he never went that way either afterwards — yet I find myself writing those lines instead.

I've accepted his look and his imperfection started to grow on me with each picture I took of him. Unlike my other ocs he went his own way leading me along to discover his personality. That's what makes him so different compared to my other blorbos and has me so attached to him.

I did not plan to make him a raver (he was supposed to become an 80s goth punk, a total different style than he's got now) neither that he would end up with a rogue AI controlling him. Only his name, basic info and the toxic family story was planned right from the beginning but that's pretty much it – Ryder showed me the rest of it.

Within the year 2023 I noticed more and more that Ryder has slowly but surly turned out to be my main character.

He turned out to be the most expressive and photogenic one of them all. I don't see him as the prettiest looking either yet he's my most precious and I love every pixel about him.

He's the one thing in my life I am actually truly 100% proud of.

Almost all my ocs exist because of him. They are his support characters. Without him half of them would not even exist. There would be no Thyjs. Even Garnet exists so Ry can live out his passion (that was not really put into the game but exists as lore: Technoise).

I am beyond happy to have created him.

He helps me in a lot of rather personal ways too I do not need to address here.

I got so much to tell about him (also about my other ocs) yet idk if I should continue or not as I find myself stuck with overthinking about it bc of lack of public response literally everywhere (this excludes private chat talks with close friends). Maybe Ryder's too intimidating (not the first time I would read that), his lore gets overlooked easily, or it's to much (confusing) text.

I cannot make anyone force-like him. Tastes are different. Minority is into others oc lore. Less time to read it all. The list is long. I'm aware of it all.

But I cannot underline it enough: do never hesitate to ask me questions about him. He's on my mind 24/7 and my biggest wish is to get this story out and done some day (whenever it will be) and receive some actual feedback on it what was liked.

Just a tiny detail is enough. <3

Another wish I have ever since I joined the CP77 fandom: that people would go back to comment each other more. We all do have little time for it, we all think "oh no so much text to read", we all are in our own bubbles rarley coming out to explore another bubble within this universe. It takes a lot of effort to do. people do seem scared on top to write anything at all for numerous reasons. I have all those problems as well. But I try to sit down and read the one or other lore chunk others wrote down and give a tiny comment as best as I can to make the creator have a smile on their lips. I truly wish we all would do this at least once a week to one person. once a month would be also fine. But if we don't this fandom will be dead soon enough and all thats left is just liking vp with characters on it we know almost nothing about. And maybe even those characters won't have lore anymore bc people stop creating it.

[the-original-pines-twins]

Hello, this is Stanford pines

And Stanley!

We agreed that I would be writing the intro, Stanley

Come on, Poindexter! Let me have some fun.

Ugh, whatever. Regardless, this is a shared account between us made at the request of our great-niece Mabel. She said there was a lot of “Simps” on this platform (note to self, look up “Simp” meaning) and insisted we made an account. You may ask us questions, we will post every so often, we will not be on all the time, however. Thank you

-Stanford Pines

((OOC and DNI under cut))

((Hi! This is an RP account of Stanley and Stanford Pines! The mod is @gamzee-simp492, and he is in the EST time zone so the characters will be responding during those time zones. Anything OOC will be in this font and close off by double parentheses. This is also an AU, some lore of it will be posted as well as fun little QnAs))

((DNI: Comshippers (Proshippers are ok as long as you know the ship is toxic and don’t support what’s behind it I.e. p3d0s, z00s, etc), basic DNI stuff like queerphobes and racists and all that, people who are gonna hate on me for not having it be canon accurate, etc. idk what other DNI to add, may edit as I go))

((A few bits about the AU and my HCs!!

• Stanley, Stanford, Mabel, and Dipper are all Autistic! Mabel and Stanley (Stan) are more bad with social rules rather than social cues and where Stanley is short-tempered, Mabel is easily upset. Dipper and Stanford (Ford) are bad with social cues, really smart, have special interests (ford - supernatural, Dipper - astronomy and the Unknown), and more anxious.

• Pronouns and identity HCs for the Pines family are as follows;

Stanley: Any; Cassgender (masc lenient), Bisexual.

Stanford: He/They; Demiboy, Unlabeled sexuality and romantic identity (can’t find the right label for himself), dates pretty much any gender/being.

Dipper: He/They/It; Transmasc w/ non-binary tendencies, Quioromantic (romance confuses him and he’s bad with it), Omnisexual (fem pref), Demisexual

Mabel: She/They/Glitter/Cat/any sparkly or cat-related xenopronouns; Xenohoarder (mostly cat related and glitter related, will make a list eventually), Pansexual.

A few extra hcs

Fiddleford: He/It; Libramale, Polysexual (very little attraction to women, mostly everything else).

Bill Cipher: He/They/It/literally anything but those are the ones he uses most; Pangenderless (Fluid between all gender while also simultaneously none of them), Unlabeled sexuality and romantic identity (he doesn’t want to be labeled)

Soos: He/Him; Cis male, Straight Ally

Melody: She/They; Female, Straight Queer (associates with the queer label, but is still straight)

A few ships!

Mabel X Pacifica

Dipper has no ship yet cause idk

FiddleStan

BillFord

Past FiddAuthor and a bit of past BillFiddlesFord (right before the portal incident)

Soos X Melody

And that’s it in terms of ships. But a few other HC of the au are as follows

• Full disability list minus the Pines having autism; Stan has anger issues, addiction issues (drinks and smokes a lot, not around the kids though), PTSD and a hint of schizophrenia from the memory gun. On the topic of the memory gun, Fidds! Fiddleford has PTSD, memory loss, schizophrenia from the memory gun, temporary memory relapses, ADHD, and fainting spells. Ford has PTSD but gets affected differently, addiction issues (caffeine. No, seriously, it’s an issue), mild somniphobia (fear of sleep) from past Bill issues, schizophrenia, su1c1d@l tendencies (canon), Hyperthymesia (super memory), social anxiety (mostly dealt with, still gets anxious sometimes and has panic attacks), and polydactyl (his sixth finger). Soos has Down syndrome, motor skill issues, sensory processing disorder, and dyslexia. Wendy (who won’t be mentioned much) has BPD, mild social anxiety, and ODD. Dipper has generalized anxiety disorder (canon, actually), mild depression, PTSD, OCD, SPD like soos, and a fear of failure. Mabel has ADHD, depression, fear of change, attachment issues, PTSD, and SPD. Bill has ASPD (antisocial personality disorder), anger issues, hallucinations, PTSD, depression, phobias (canon), insanity (canon), conduct disorder, autism, DID (will explain when asked), and a bit of SPD.

• Bill went through the theraprism in this RP AU (the au this rp comes from that I created) but is still very much mentally unstable. Has a bit of handyman au inspo where he does live and work at the shack but he isn’t stuck there. He is triangle but has a human form that he despises, his powers are limited no matter the form, and he’s prone to fainting spells if he uses too much power at once. Soos and Melody trust him cause they were the ones who found him, but the others are kinda weary still. Including Ford.

That’s all I can think of! Feel free to ask any questions, give me feedback, etc! Also please be respectful of the characters pronouns, don’t ask too NSFW questions (some are okay, but I will be the judge of what I will and will not have them respond to), and enjoy!

Signing off (=^ ◡ ^=) ))

((Ooc edit; made an account for Bill RP! @silly-little-triangle ))

[melon-colli]

Horse Race Test: Horse Headcanons part 4

part 1->part 2->part 3->part 4 (you are here)->part 5

Welcome to part 4 of my Horse Race Test Headcanons! These on the nightmare horses, Nighttime Knifemare, Garbage Bin, and AMF. (This is also the most I'll be straight up making stuff up about these bouncing PNG's. I cannot stress enough these are just my hc's lol).

To me, these 3 are experiments created using Cyan and Superstitonal’s DNA once they got pulled away from the others. Bin, Knifetime, and AMF are the only ones deemed successful since they won their races and earned their names, the other ones are trashed. Whatever created the experiments put the idea in their heads that Cyan and to a lesser extent, Supersitional were their parents. Cyan is idolized by Bin, Knifetime, and AMF and they react defensively when Sup and Jovial try to rescue her.

During the final test race, both the NightMares and JoviSup searched the caves for the weird carrot that meant you won (idk what to call this thing).

If Jovial and Sup won, Cyan would be brought back and they would have been able to go home. But if the experiments won, Cyan would be lost, and Jovial and Sup would be experimented on. AMG, NK, and Bin's aggression along with the confusing nature of the final race track made the last race unfair to our two racers by default. Eventually, Bin was sent to find the carrots while Jovial and Sup were held off, and the Nightmares won.

🚮 Garbage Bin 🗑️

The physically strongest of the 3, but also the most sensitive. Bin takes after Cyan the most by having her self hating tendencies, but cranked up to 11. Bin loves her ‘mom’ Cyan dearly and wants to make her proud, so she beats herself up whenever she makes a mistake. The other two can manipulate her easily thanks to this, as GB will push past any doubts she has if she believes something will help Cyan, or make the others happy. 

While Bin isn’t as large as her fellow experiment, 2B5, Garbage Bin still dwarfs the other racers in size, which she uses to her advantage in races. Her speed is pretty average though. 

During the final test race, Bin broke off from the group and was ordered to find the carrots Knifetime and AMG held off Jovial and Sup, which she obeys.

🔪 Nighttime Knifemare 🔪

The most aggressive of the 3. Knifemare is very prideful and views herself as the leader of their group, bossing AMG and Garbage Bin around. Garbage Bin genuinely sees her as their leader and believes everything she says, while AMF usually just tunes her out. She is very mean, and often insulting others or using violence to get people to do what she wants. AMF will reign her in if she gets too big for her britches though.

Despite everything, Knifemare loves Cyan just like the other experiments, and believes they are doing the right thing. Knifemare holds some love for AMF and Bin as family, but only shows it through backhanded complements.

Knifemare’s body is very sharp and has sharp knife-like growths sprouting from her body, which she uses to attack others on the track. This lets her be a dangerous opponent, but she’s a glass cannon. Her growths can break and she is small, so she relies on hit and run tactics instead of constant aggression.

During the tournament arc, Knifemare is the only one to make it to finals. There, she is enraged by Cyan/00b still chosing the other racers over her despite everything they did for her. Knifemare attempts to attack Cyan out of rage, but gets mobbed by the other horses, Fearsome Fate, and FFF. Knifemare is defeated and Fearsome Fate wins the tournament. (Yeah idk what happens to her after that, I'll figure it out once we get more Horse race tests).

🦄 A Mysterious Figure ❔

I see AMF as being similar to Superstitional Realism, being stoic, but AMF comes off as nearly emotionless in comparison. AMF would be very cold towards her fellow experiments, mostly staying with them out of necessity. This coldness doesn’t extend to Cyan, who AMF’s love for borders on zealotry. I see AMF’s loving her the most out of the 3, putting her on a pedestal and viewing it as their duty to keep her with them. 

Just like Sup, I see the lump on AMF's back as a horn. Unlike Sup’s, AMF's horn is larger and can actually do magic. AMF is very good at using this magic, but it came at the cost of her mobility. AMF's psychic power is very potent, but her horn weighs her down and makes it so takes a lot of effort for her to move. Technically, AMF is the slowest racer out of the 3, but she compensates for this by using magical illusions against her opponents and psychically moving her body. AMF would speak telepathically too.

 AMF is the only experiment to take after Superstitional Realism in appearance, and she hates it as to me, AMG despises Sup. Where the others don’t really acknowledge Sup, AMF is aware that Sup chose to abandon Cyan and how much that hurt her. During their solo race, AMF would quickly make it personal, tearing into Superstitional Realism for hurting her mom and using illusions to torment Sup. While AMF gets close, Sup refuses to let AMG get in her head. Eventually, AMF’s horn would get caught on her surroundings, trapping her in one room while Sup gets closer to the goal. AMF would throw everything she has psychically at Superstitional, but Superstitional would push through and win the solo race.

Bonus Equine forms