#i can't wait to give him so many verses and headcanons .

[lostinforestbound]

And for my grand finale of my Rolan brainrot thoughts, the moment you probably have all been waiting for:

Rolan NSFW Headcanons

MDNI

Disclaimer: If you think differently than what I write here that is totally okay! These are just opinions!

First and foremost, I believe he's a switch (or a Verse)! It can also depend on his partners preference, but he doesn't mind doing one or the other. I will say that he can have trouble bottoming/submitting super early on because it can be a very vulnerable experience, and he may get overwhelmed quickly. Will he admit that? Of course not, he's too prideful and his communication skills are horrid.

There's a lot of talk about with whether Rolan is a virgin or had a couple flings in the past during his time in Elturel, and I like either one! The most important thing is that he's definitely inexperienced. He doesn't know what he likes or dislikes yet, and would like to explore that with his partner once he's comfortable.

Bite him! Mark him! Give him hickies! Gods he goes absolutely insane for them, especially when he's on the receiving end. He would prefer all of it to be under the collar, but one of his favorite places is that tender spot right between the jaw and ear. It's one of the many ways to get him mewling. He'll definitely bite back if his partner likes it.

I would say he's pretty vanilla in general, but is open to trying something new if his partner is kinkier. It's something he would have to work up to as it can be intimidating, but with enough reassurances he's willing to try anything once. Besides, if he doesn't like it, he's pretty vocal about it and they know not to try again.

He wouldn't like being heavily restrained or gagged (at least at the same time), it feels too demeaning for him. I think he would like the idea of him being blindfolded, but would request that his partner keeps a hand on him at all times so he knows that they're still there. This would be a once in a while type of deal as it can get overwhelming quickly.

Speaking of dislikes: deliberate pain is a turnoff. Anything that would intentionally hurt he's not into. So things like whipping, harsh choking, smacking around, or any kind of pain infliction, he can't do it whether it's giving or receiving. (But he would still be into marking like I said earlier!) I don't think he would outright dislike degradation but those kinds of nights are on the rare side.

Now for the likes: Praise!!! For the love of the gods, praise this man, he loves it and his cock throbs when he's receiving it. It's the best way to get him worked up as well. Ordering him around is also good, he's very obedient and an incredible listener.

The act of intimacy is private for him, so public sex is definitely a big no. He wants everything to be private and only with his partner. He doesn't want to be anxious about getting caught while in the middle of things, it ruins his mood. Besides, his partner wants to keep his whines, moans, whimpers, and begging to themselves. They're such pretty sounds.

He tends to feel guilty whenever he's not in the mood or has to stop anything they're doing, it's instinctive and frustrates him. He knows he has no reason to feel guilty, his partner reassures that all the time, but sometimes that guilt crawls into the back of his mind. His depression and panic disorder cause him to have low libido, so he's not in the mood for intimacy most days. Though he's still just as satisfied with purely focusing on his partner and not himself. (When he works on himself and finds solutions to help him with his mental health, his libido increases!)

King of Oral Sex. After learning about his partner's body and practicing for a few sessions, he's incredible at it. It ends up being one of his favorite things to do, some nights he evens pleads for it, begging to taste them.

The best way his partner will find out he's horny is the way the base of his tail arches upward. That tail has a mind of its own, and he can't quite control it. He uses his tail a lot, using to either hold their thighs apart or wrap around their torso desperately. (Or if his partner is a tiefling/dragonborn, wrap around their tail!)

His more sensitive areas besides his neck are the insides of thighs and his pelvic area. If you play with his chest enough though, that becomes sensitive as well.

He definitely starts bringing in magic bedroom as soon as he gets comfortable. Imagine what they could do with some of these spells! Mage hand (or multiple of them), disguise self, entangle, maybe fly as well...ah, telekinesis is also a good one! How about enhance ability? If either him or his partner can't use words, they'll both gently cast detect thoughts to check in.

Aftercare is extremely important to him, whether he's giving or receiving it. He and his partner switch depending on who wants to do it that night. Though being on the receiving end of it, it makes him feel so loved. It won't take long for him to start purring, falling asleep in their arms. When it's his turn, he takes his time and is incredibly tender. He'll get anything they ask for and more.

(And we're done! I hope you enjoyed!!! I had a lot of fun making these and I hope to make more in the future when I reopen requests! If you have your own headcanons, please share!)

[det-loki]

nsfw alphabet for bill!! 🫶🏻

a/n: am I the first time write for bill? either way, I'm honored. I'm a veteran reader of smut but not at writing it. so, proceed with caution. nonetheless, I hope you enjoy! (this is written with a gender neutral reader in mind, but some aspects are feminine leaning)

A = (aftercare)

Bill is the best at aftercare. will clean you up without batting an eye, get you a drink/snack if you want it, all the cuddles. so tender

B = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner)

on himself, it's his hands. they're steady, strong and capable. and he knows you love them too, which adds to his own love. he'll run his fingers up and down your arm in small patterns, hold your face when you kiss. how they feel inside you, long and thick, hitting every spot that makes you see stars. or how they look cupping and grabbing your breasts.

his favorite body part on you is your thighs. how they look when you straddle him, how secure and soft. his rough hands sliding up and down the soft skin of your thighs is heaven

C = cum (anything to do with cum basically...I'm a disgusting person)

It's not so much as to where will he come, he doesn't care, whatever you want. But it's what he won't do, he will not cum on your face. he doesn't like how degrading it feels. but he secretly very much loves to watch it drip out of you, pushing it back in with his fingers. it can't go to waste.

(use protection! be safe!)

D = dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

bill is a selfish man. sometimes. he gets off on your orgasms, seeing you cum over and over because of him. he likes that he get bring you to those heights and that you trust him enough to let go like that. he challenges himself to see how many times he can make you cum in a row

also. he likes to be choked. he likes giving you that power, feeling smaller as your hands wrap around his throat.

E = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

well versed. knows what he likes, knows what he doesn't. he hasn't had a ton of partners but knows enough, and what he doesn't, he learns quickly. very observant on what makes you tick

F = favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary. boring for some, but for bill, nothing beats it. loves being pressed against you, chest to chest as his strong arms cage you in, your nails scraping down his back.

G = goofy (are they more serious in the moment or are they more humorous, etc)

he has absolutely no problem keeping the moment light, fun and airy. so much of his life is clouded in serious gray and he wants your intimate life to be carefree and easy. he'll call out your eagerness with a laugh, poke fun at the blush across your cheeks as he makes you cum again and again

H = hair (how well groomed are they)

we've all seen his hair, and as president of Bill's mullet club, he keeps it neat and tidy but don't expect anything spectacular. hair on the body is natural, he maintains it, no more thought than that.

I = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

so attetentive, sweet, caring and passionate. serious yet goofy, delicate always. holds you like you're fine china, looks at you like you're the only person in the world. he holds your hand, grabs at your thighs and breasts, clutches your face as he kisses you breathless

J = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

not really. when he was younger, yes. but now he doesn't feel like he needs to or really wants to. for him intimacy exists in a thousand ways, not just sex. and it's all for you. he'd wait for you forever.

K = kink (one or more of their kinks)

pleasure dom. doesn't exactly fall into dom/sub for him but gets off on giving you pleasure. he'll having you coming over and over while he whispers words of encouragement in your ear, his steady hands holding your trembling one's. and, if you wanted to let go and go into a submissive scene, he'd be honored. giving you the space to feel that comfortable and free is another layer of pleasure for him, so he's all about it.

L= location (favorite places to do the deed)

typically you two are on the road, or it at least it seems that way. motel rooms aren't exactly the ideal place but he's there and you're there. there's a bed. it's safe. he's also not against doing it in the car he stole from his uncle. as long as you both are comfortable, it doesn't really matter a whole lot to him.

M = motivation (what turns them on, what gets them going)

he loves seeing you so comfortable and relaxed around him. how your body is just your body and not something you feel needs to be a certain way to impress him or anyone else. and the same for him, he feels so open and comfortable with you, no expectations. you just exist with one another. letting go with one another gets him going the most, being free

N = NO (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

he is not into degradation. will not hit or choke you. even if it was something you were into, it's a boundary he won't cross. he understands and respects you and what you like and would never look down on your for it, but it's not his thing. he's seen so much violence and he spends so much time distancing himself from it that he just couldn't do it.

O = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

he will spend hours between your legs if you let him. he's messy, enthusiastic and nasty with it. a god, in more ways than one

honestly is pretty neutral on receiving. he's into it if you want to but doesn't really care at that much. he's a giver.

P = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

steady, deep hard thrusts. movement with a purpose, the purpose solely to make you feel good.

Q = quickie (their opinion on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

Not into quickies. he wants to take his time with you. take you apart in more ways than one, watch you fall apart because of him. bask in his pleasure and yours. so much against quickies that he will go on rants about them, how they are disrespectful and useless. you just let him ramble, you like the glimmer in his eye. and you know that this rambling passion will turn into him with his lips on your neck as his hands trail down your skin, just to prove his point that taking your time is better. even if it drives you crazy with the way he teases

R = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks?)

is down to experiment if you are, not exactly a risk taker but is bold in his dirty talk. his words alone could make you fall apart and he knows it

S = stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long?)

multiple rounds, breaks in between. and sometimes the in between is his favorite, everything is fuzzy and hazy and warm. and then he's on you again, ready to go

T = toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or on themselves?)

doesn't own toys himself but absolutely not against him. they're aids, not enemies. wicked with a vibrator, loves holding it agaisnt you until you're whining that it's too much, clutching at him as he laughs and let's you breathe until he's pushing back into you, vibrator forgotten.

U = unfair (how much they like to tease)

a pro at teasing. it drives you insane, in and out of the bedroom. whispered promises in your ear, a hand trailing further up your thigh as he drives, dragging out your orgasms all through the night.

V = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

as previously mentioned, dirty mouth. but he moans so deep and pretty. you know he's far gone when he stops talking and is just moaning, whining and groaning beneath you. so vocal.

W = wildcard

loves sex in the bathtub. starts innocent, 'we're saving water' or 'I'm just helping you shower/wash your hair' and then his hands drop lower, he's looking at you with that looks in his eye, breathing heavier until you're holding onto the tub for dear life as he works you to the edge

X = x-ray

a decent 7 inches, lean and long

Y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he isn't insatiable, nor is it the only thing on his mind. but he lives and breathes for you. any chance he can show you his devotion to your pleasure and his, he will.

Z = ZZZ

he falls asleep before you do but aftercare first. refuses to do anything until he knows you're comfortable and taken care of. only then will he fall asleep. the weight of you on his chest lulls him to sleep, while you linger awake, tracing patterns on his skin

[wheels-of-despair]

Getting to Know Your Eddie Prompt Game

(get a clean copy here to make your own)

prompts by myosotisa and deathbecomesthem and jo-harrington

What story is he from? What kind of story is it?

Evil Woman, Don't You Play Your Games with Me started as a fix-it fic, and since I thwarted the events of S4 in 400 words, I had to give him other things to do. 🥰

What inspired you to write this Eddie?

I just... loved him. I wanted him to be happy, and since thinking about him being happy made me happy, I started writing about it and never stopped.

I'd never written fanfiction before Eddie broke my brain. I didn't even know the "You" fics were a thing until The Summer of Eddie. But my tumblr wife @eddiemunsonsmum listened to me ramble and encouraged me to write, and now I write for so many characters with the same face, it'd be alarming to anyone outside the fandom. 😂

What are your favorite headcanons about him/share something you never shared in your story?

Eddie is very sensitive about his hair. Have a fic about it that I've been holding back because it's a sad one. But if somebody just walked up to him and touched it, he'd flip out. Evil Woman has earned the right to play with it, and has located the spot on his scalp that knocks him right out. She, of course, uses this knowledge for evil.

What does he wear on a casual day? On a dressier day? What does he wear to bed?

Eddie's a jeans and a t-shirt guy. On a dressier day, he'll wear jeans with no holes in them and a button-up over his band shirt. In the summertime, he'll sleep in boxers. When it's cooler, plaid pajama pants and a t-shirt. In the dead of winter, maybe he'll add some socks and a hoodie. Unless it's like, really cold, then he thinks you should both strip and get under the covers. For body heat. 'Cause science.

Favorite foods?

Eddie's adventurous when it comes to food. He'll try anything once. (Okay, vegetables may take a little prodding.) But it's hard to go wrong with a bacon cheeseburger and fries.

Tell Us About His Family/Friends

Uncle Wayne is the reason Eddie is the Eddie we all love. In the Evil Woman-verse, Eddie comes to live with Wayne when he's 8. His mom died when he was 7, and his dad was... awful. But Uncle Wayne took him in and took care of him - and taught him how to take care of himself, and others. Wayne is the reason Eddie looks out for the little guy, because once upon a time, Eddie was the little guy.

I don't write about Eddie's friends a lot, because I feel like people's eyes kinda start to glaze over when the story strays from Eddie/EW. But just know that Corroded Coffin practices frequently, and Hellfire has been known to hang out as a group outside of school. You're just getting mostly the ahhh-we're-finally-alone stories.

Yeah Yeah, he's a Metalhead. Tell Us MORE About His Taste in Music in your story

Owns every record Ronnie James Dio has appeared on. Has figured out when the nearby record stores do markdowns, and visits on those days to buy whatever he can afford, even if he's never heard it before. If it looks metal, it's coming home with him. Gets super excited when he finds an awesome new band, and can't wait to make you listen to it share it with you. Will be an asshole about having to listen to music he doesn't like.

What are his views on romance? On sex?

Eddie finds romance in the everyday - you zipping his jacket up or reaching out to grab him and keep him from running into a pole or him stopping to tie your shoe. He also enjoys embarrassing his loved ones with grand romantic gestures. Insert eyeroll here.

Eddie was a virgin when Evil Woman acquired him, so he is going to live and die a one-woman man. UNDER PAIN OF DEATH. But that also means that all his exploring will be done with someone he trusts.

Is he optimistic or pessimistic?

Both? I feel like Eddie and Evil Woman are the switchiest of switches in every sense. They eventually even each other out in everything. When he's down, she'll Pollyanna him. When she's not feeling it, he'll be her cheerleader. Teamwork!

Where or with whom is he most comfortable?

Uncle Wayne's. It's been home since he was 8, and was the first place he ever felt truly safe. And when he gets to bring Evil Woman there? To sleep in his bed? In his favorite place in the world? The Ultimate! Also his van, he likes his van.

What are his views of his future? What are his hopes/dreams?

I think Eddie's a realist. Sure, it's fun to dream about going off and being a rockstar and touring the world. But I think he'll settle for playing the occasional gig a few towns over and letting some college kids fawn over him and buy him beer. Ultimately, he just wants to survive. If he could be happy about it too, that'd be great.

What do you imagine his future looks like?

I have a plan for them, but it's not set in stone yet. I'm seeing cohabitation and eternal devotion and staying close enough so that they can do holidays with Wayne and EW's mom every year.

Anything else you'd like us to know about your Eddie/your story?

I don't think Eddie and Evil Woman will have kids. I think they'll occasionally run out of condoms and be like 'well, whatever, if it's meant to be, it'll be' and it just doesn't happen for them. They don't try to find out why. They're okay with it. All they need is each other.

Treat this like an ask game and have people ask or just fill it out as you'd like to.

This is not done in a spirit of "right and wrong" but more to give your readers, mutuals, friends a chance to get to know the mindset that you approach your/ANY Eddie Munson in. And if you want to write this for Steve or Robin or whoever and not Eddie, go right ahead. Copy paste post.

[moe-broey]

your gustav hate is so cathartic. i hate hate HATE that man >:( also homophobic gustav makes me laugh a lot bc in my verse he'd be super annoyed alfonse was dating the summoner but he'd be like "ok at least he's interested in women again" until henriette is like "oh no darling, i met domi and they're not a woman :)" so anyway, nonbinary sovereign domi for the win, giving gustav headaches since whatever year fire emblem heroes takes place in

AHSJAGSJSGKSHAJSJSJ WAIT THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY........ Gustav would absolutely be the type to just. Have No Concept of bi/pansexuality. Also the type to be really fixated on the future of the kingdom, and maybe somewhere in his heart there is truth to him "Wanting what's best for Alfonse". But his idea of "What's best" is entirely rooted in The Kingdom, he's of the belief that like. Any personal desires come second to that, if they're even considered at all. I think he'd also find nobility in self-sacrifice and self-denial, and will often impart that onto Alfonse.

I HAVE.... so many thoughts about this..... that can't really be fleshed out bc we don't know anything beyond Gustav/Henriette Askr family-wise, except that there is an ancestor named Líf (where our Líf picked the name up from). But I do think, Gustav is a prime example of how patriarchal ideals hurt everyone, even those who are meant to benefit from it (also potentially generational trauma, but again, no concept of what the grandparents were like). In my head, maybe he wasn't Always Like This. Maybe there's an exact age you can pinpoint where he was broken down and reduced to as we know him today -- emotionally neglectful, out of touch, abusive. It's likely the only thing he's ever known, and likely. The only way he can conceptualize "love".

And in my head, Alfonse is in a precarious position -- where this is also all he's ever known, when it comes to how men should Be. He still respects his father, still loves him. Still wishes to be like him. Alfonse is a bit at a crossroads, where he still idealizes his father, but also has a spark of rebellion in him. This has some REALLY interesting effects dynamic-wise, in my head, where he can occasionally slip into sounding or acting like Gustav. (THIS one I'm actually careful when I think about it, bc 1 it's rare and 2, Alfonse is still careful, gentle, and kind. I have SO many thoughts about how all of this plays out LMFAOOO esp in conflicts w Sharena...)

I'M. SO OFF TOPIC. BUT.

I DO have a lot of fun ragging on Gustav, whenever I see him it IS On Fucking Sight LMFAOOO. But. I have. So many thoughts as well. Absolutely adding your lore to my plethora of headcanons when it comes to how Alfonse navigates his relationships as crown prince as well though, like, that's so fucking funny LMFAO

[roberrtphilip]

wait wait wait wait wait wait WAIT. i know true love’s kiss brought giselle back to life, so they both KNOW they love each other, but who actually said it first???

okay, so I've gone through many stages with this particular headcanon, and it's kinda fun looking at how my mind has changed over the last year and a half.

So, when I first started like. writing down my headcanons, which led to me writing fics, I was having them say "I love you" from the jump. At the time I just felt like it made sense because, well, his kiss saved her, so they already know they're in love, yk? And in that verse, it was Giselle who said it first, and Robert was a bit flustered, but said it back, because even though they hadn't known each other long, he still felt that love (which is such a strange thing for his logical little mind to wrap itself around, as is the case with many Giselle-related things)

But the more I thought about it, the more I was like. hm. no, I don't like that, actually, because yes, they know the love is there, but they don't know each other. There was still so much to discover about each other, and who they really were, so, I changed it.

Giselle was still the one who said it first, and I can't remember the exact timeframe for which it happened, but I do know she says it a bit quicker than I suppose most people would. Them moving at odd, sometimes fast, and sometimes slow, paces just makes sense to me. They essentially fell in love over the course of a day, nothing about how they move is ever going to be normal, and that's why I love them, your honor.

Anyway!!! In that headcanon, as I said, Giselle says it first, and it was during a very casual moment. Robert and Giselle love cooking together, it's a big bonding activity for them, especially when they're getting to know one another, and that's when it happened. She was watching him quietly chop vegetables, and it just. Slips out. And Robert got flustered, but also couldn't hold back his smile, and said it back, and then Giselle gives him a soft, sweet kiss, and it was very warm, and fuzzy.

Thinking about that headcanon again, I actually still really like it, and can picture it so perfectly in my mind that I almost don't want to say I've changed my mind, buuuuuuut, I recently(ish) did, because, at some point, I decided that I actually really love the idea of Robert saying it first.

In my mind, Giselle makes a lot of the first moves. She's the one who initiates kissing first, she grabs his hand to hold, and swings her arms around him for a hug. She's the one who asks if she can sleep in his bed, and asks about cuddling (which, shameless plug, but I think this fic (x) is my favorite I've ever written,,,, I revisit it so much)

And that's not because Robert doesn't want to do those things, he just isn't a physical person when they first meet, so he didn't make the first move a lot. And he knows Giselle's still new at dating, so he doesn't want to seem too forward, or accidentally rush her.

Anyway, my point is, because I headcanon that she made the first move so often back then, I started thinking, gosh, I would really like Robert to take the "I love you" step first. It's too obvious for it to be Giselle !!! It simply must be Robert !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SO, Robert is the one who says it first !!!

I wrote a very, very rough draft of it, but basically the idea is that it happens when they're on one of those little boats in Central Park. She's just enjoying the world around them, and Robert, he can't take his eyes off her. He's got the silliest, sappiest, dopiest smile on his face as he looks at her because he's just so very in love !!!!! And then Giselle notices him staring, and teases him about it, and his response,,,, he doesn't even realize he says it, but he just murmurs out an "I love you" and the world freezes around them. It finally dawns on him what he just blurted out, and Giselle's heart is racing, her face is bright red, and Robert starts blushing too, and stammering a bit (I love making that man flustered, it really is my favorite thing) and she finally just quietly asks, "You do?" and he nods, and won't look at her, and then Giselle launches herself across the boat, swinging her arms around him, nearly tipping said boat over, and knocking Robert backwards in the process.

He hits his head on the bottom of the boat, which makes Giselle panic, and she was already crying a bit because she's a very emotional person, and her boyfriend just said he loves her, but also now he's hurt, and Robert's just staring at her with hearts in his eyes because he loves her !!!!!!!!!!!!! SO MUCH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It all still happens a bit sooner than most people say "I love you" (like maybe a month?) because, as I mentioned, they move at odd paces. it's just the robselle way.

And, uh, yeah. it's a rough draft... I hope the author finishes it some day.

Also, after that first I love you, man, they cannot stop saying it. I like to think, in the past, Robert was probably one of those people that would say things like "what's the point of saying I love you so many times lol?" but with Giselle, he is absolutely saying it a million times a day. like he gets it now, he understands why one might say it over, and over, and over again, because if he doesn't say it over, and over, and over again, well,,, the world might just end :(

ANNNND canon I love you moment be upon thee !!!!!!!!!!

[raveneira]

Anti ksu post, don't like don't read.

Pfffffft my recent post aged beautifully, everybody talking bout how Sumire is gonna pretend to like Kawaki and end up actually falling for him are in the mud cuz neither she nor Sarada even bothered to hide that they were unaffected from Ada or anyone else for that matter 😭 can't believe anybody had the gall to call ksa dead but still believed ksu was alive, talk about delusional.

How many times do ppl gotta tell y'all that in the Naruto verse, when a girl falls in love she never moves on whether their feelings are reciprocated or not, they stay in love for life, hence why ino was the only one who moved on because her feelings for Sasuke were shown not to be that deep when she dreamed of him and Sai fighting over her, meaning she was open to being with either one.

You never saw any hint of interest for anyone else from Konan, Tsunade, Sakura, Hinata, Karin, Kurenai, Mito, Yugao, or any other girl who lost their loves, they were all devoted to who they loved and refused to accept anyone else, it was them or nobody.

So HOW y'all thought Sumire was actually gonna fall for Kawaki and move on from Boruto when she's shown being just as devoted to him and him alone I will never know, but unlike y'all try to paint ksa, ksu actually IS dead and it's time to let it go.

It was a crack ship fueled by nothing but headcanon and keeping borusara safe from the start, and it's a crack ship fueled by nothing but headcanon in the end.

Congratulations, Y'all played y'all selves, that's yet another one of your desperate keep away ships blown out of the water right next to kawahima, can't wait till kawaada gets shot down too cuz don't none of y'all keep away ships ever last long after yall start em, they always flop.

Not to be petty but y'all were way too overconfident for something that had zero basis in canon, so much so the anime had to throw y'all some bones just to make her seem relevant in Kawakis circle only to be shown she's not even considered one of his bonds by him, plus the manga completely disregarded what little bones they were thrown by the anime and pushed her feelings and bond with Boruto even harder. But y'all kept ignoring all that and kept fixating on your head canons treating them as canon only for the ACTUAL canon to slap you in the face, so I feel zero sympathy for this ships demise, I really don't, it was never genuine in the first place and always came at the expense of Sumire and Kawakis own feelings so yea, I don't respect it or it's shippers because it was all fake forced bs.

As for the maybe 2 ppl who genuinely did like this garbage I'm not referring to you, I'm referring to the fakes who tried to pretend like they were on your side but really weren't.

Disclaimer: I am in no way telling ppl they have to stop shipping ksu now cuz it's dead, zutara and makkora are both dead ships and ppl still ship them because who gives af? Ppl ignore canon all the time. All IM saying is since the ship has sunk you should probably get off your high horse now cuz your in no position to talk about any other ships status or probability cuz yours is gone now, I'm not telling you to stop shipping, I'm just saying it's time to be humble.

[protect-daniel-james]

ask game! 1, 7, 8!

1. What part of the writing process is the most enjoyable?

Omg the research! + the moment when it starts making sense, you know? when you think of a story that would explore certain things and then you start thinking of specific scenes that could convey and portray what you want them to.

So, I'll take the example of Just a Step from Heaven, I knew I wanted to write about Franko's longing for cousin Jamie in an even more...concrete/sexual way than it was in Behind Blue Eyes (can you believe there was a guy called Alan in Behind Blue Eyes? where did he disappear in the verse lol... It wasn't him at all. It was cousin Jamie all along....). And then, I start thinking of the "scenery", the moments when it could become obvious, the setup... And as I do my research, I find out that Jamie & Louise & Frank & Christine actually went for a holiday together after the World Cup in 2010 - so that gives me a time frame, and I can work with that - Louise is probably bored in the marriage, Christine just recently became "public" with Franko, Jamie is now a pundit after his career was cut short with injuries, and Franko has just had a bad World Cup... plus there's the rivalry with Stevie G, Terry's scandal, Franko's ghost goal, Franko's previous relationship with Elen and cheating... And immediately, the characters have like...motivations, moods, emotions ready to be explored. And that's is like the A-ha! moment that I like - when I feel like I found the perfect setup like this, where I can write a few scenes and flashbacks that will give a broader image of the past, and the possible future - what Franko has been through, what he hopes for, what he remembers and doesn't remember... This is I think why I also like to "jump directly" into the story, in the middle of a scene, a convo, a situation. So this story starts with "Christine did even better than he'd expected..." so we immediately get the idea that he has expectations, and Christine is passing with flying colors, and the holidays are just a big test for her if she can be "part of the family"...

I think I do this a lot? It's probably taken from some writing manual I read years ago haha, where it said to throw the reader directly into the scene without explaining much - do not introduce characters in the way of "Frank entered the room. He was the son of Lampard Sr., a former West Ham player. He was quite short, had blue eyes and long lashes, and some freckles on his face" etc., like, make sure all these informations are conveyed, but gradually, don't just describe them immediately. Same with Txoria txori, I think there part of the beauty is that at the beginning you're not really sure what Mikel and Xabi are waiting for, where did they come from, what are they doing...

So yeah, I enjoy when the story suddenly comes together (sometimes it takes longer lol). And the research for the info, because every little bit of info can be turned into a huge headcanon.... Lampardverse style.

7. What do you love most about being a fic writer for your fandom?

I think now I have like a small circle of active people that we all kinda...vibe with? And it's awesome. I'm in a football fandom but in a sort of niche corner, where I tend to "know my readers" (yeah, the occassional Gavi/Pedri fics might get more kudos and comments, but idk, I just want to write whatever I feel like writing and not base my happiness on the number of kudos and comments - it just makes me happy that there are people in this fandom who appreciate stuff like Kvara/Victor, Lampardverse, Unai/anything, vampire!Unai, Mikel/Unai, Eddie & JT,... Niche things I guess. But the happier I am then when someone reads and appreciates it.

And of course as I said, I write self-indulgent fics. If I could draw, I would draw it - but I can't. So I have to write and hope it paints the picture as I see it

8. Talk about any friends/connections you've made as a fic writer.

Omg yess! So many amazing people with great ideas, fics and art of their own... Back in 2018 I was in the Croatia NT fandom, but it fizzed out pretty quickly after the World Cup, and I was kinda pissed off because I lost contact with almost everyone from the old fandom (and deleted everything from my old tumblr haha. but I'm glad I did that, it was the right decision for me in that time because I grew unhealthily obsessed with tumblr and the...validation from there?) Since then, I wasn't really one for building any "network" or community or whatever, I just wanted to write my fics in peace... But the community kind of sucked me back in/grew ? and this time it's not one specific NT or anything - and maybe that's the beauty and strenght? And these days I don't really feel like I belong into any specific football community, I'm just here to shitpost and thirst and spout out thoughts about stadium fucking and vampires and breeding and sad round faces... And if anyone wants to listen to it and read it, I'm more than happy to discuss anything! I suppose you as my Lampardverse co-creator know nothing is off limits :3 So yeah, this is a huge thank you to those that keep engaging and commenting and sharing their ideas and discussing the story ideas/characteristics with me on here, discord, and in DMs... obviously you (every morning, I check my discord to see whether a new idea has been dropped for the verse), @milfcaptainpike for the Graham&Thomas and Unai&Klopp love and more, @new-berry for all the fics and thoughts and posts and weirdness (in a good way), @antigonyyy for all the Grizione headcanons, @arthurhurtland for the Unai love and all the beautiful art, @skyenthusiast I miss you and the Magaluf shipping but maybe that ship has sailed, @blaugrana-blues for the Shevaverse, [redacted], and discord... And I could go on. Every single person that has ever commented/asked/DMed has one way or another affected what/how/how often etc. I write. Trust me, every time I see a notification on discord or here from one of you guys, I'm just incredibly happy, even if we don't really know each other that well.

[webbedphantom]

Still working on the 8/24 solo, but it got me thinking about something, so I thought I'd make a little headcanon about it.

Aaron's family is actually pretty well off. His uncle has a big advertising job overseas (though after his arrest, he refuses to send his nephew a single yen of it), and when they were alive, his dad was a co-head Researcher at a lab with a lot of government contracts, and his mom was a nurse which... honestly, I don't know how well that pays but it would definitely still help.

So the point I'm trying to get at is, even though they weren't expecting to die as soon as they did, they probably left him some of that as inheritance... so where is it? Why's he so strapped for cash in the main verse??

Well, I think the inheritance had some sort of age requirement set to it. Something he could only have access to when he was older. And in addition to that, they left a little note saying they want him to use it on something worthwhile.

So, I think because of that, and the note from his parents which, of course he'll respect. A lot of his character is based around being the kind of man they'd want him to be. So I think he'd only use it on one of two things-

1: His Family. In timelines where he gets married and has kids, he would absolutely use that money on them. Maybe not all of it, and he certainly wouldn't splurge. But if it would help give his kids a better future, or if they needed a bit to get by, or if it would make things easier for his partner, he would probably dedicate a good majority of that to them.

2: A startup company. This is his big dream. To run a company that creates things to better the world, using his inventions and engineering projects to improve the lives of as many people as possible. But... because of his powers, he will most likely wait until the last minute to start it. Building a business like that takes a lot of time and a lot of work, and even then it'll take a while to really pay off. His powers can help people now, save lives now. And that's always going to take priority for him.

Of course, he can't be a superhero forever. Eventually, he's not going to be able to do it anymore, either because of new responsibilities (IE starting a family, which has even more priority for him. He doesn't want his kids to go through what he did, so he's always gonna be there for them), or because of an injury that makes him unable to do the job anymore. And when that happens, that's probably when he'll start on that dream of his.

[aristocate]

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[factorialsfandoms]

Going to surprise absolutely nobody and ask for Hyrule :)

Ah thank you! You may be surprising nobody but now I get to ramble about my son for... Less words than I could have, but my hands are achey. So I'm happy! If you'd said IDK Time I probably would have struggled xD I love him, but I stare at him with a headache.

First impression - I do not really remember my first takes of him? I think he unfortunately just got entirely overlooked the first time I read. Shame upon myself (joking - with that many characters someone has to be overlooked. too much to hold them all in brain at once)

Impression now - my dear, sweet, wonderful blorbo, who can and would murder you if needed, but wouldn't want to. he'd much rather fix problems than cause them. he still causes problems, though, because people do. It happens sometimes. could do with some therapy and some self-esteem and some realising you have value not because your skills or deeds have value (which you also need to learn tbh) but also just for being alive, but couldn't we all? I'm sorry, I put you through hell because my brain defaults to angst and I love you. Also semi-post-apoc plus blood curse plus fairy form? Just a puddle of my favourite things.

Favourite moment - that one bit where Hyrule and Warriors absolutely wreck some dudes? I love that. There's all sorts of good little bits, but I really like that one because they're both happy? Even if they did kinda abandon Sky ^^;

Idea for a story - Hmm... I've got a couple being worked on, but for something I've not even started yet... Here from my notes: "Hyrule runs away in the Lost Woods, because something one of the other says/does causes him to panic and alive places are safe places. He's injured and hurting and desperate to be hidden, and so the Chain (let's be real, mostly Time) has to convince the forest to let him go. The forest is a bit unsettled by him, but not willing to give up a consenting victim." Not sure I'll ever get to it, but you know. It's on the list.

Unpopular opinion - I... Don't know? If I read opinions I don't like I just kinda skim past and move on from it, and I don't see much at all I fundamentally disagree with. I sometimes do things to him which don't match the majority of fic, like both giving him parents he remembers and have him be from Hyrule in the same verse, but that's not really an opinion. It's just what worked for that story. I mean I don't ship him with one of his Zeldas either, but it wouldn't stop me reading something. I just... Don't?

Favourite relationship - hmmm. Tricky. I mean I lurk in the Hyrule&Legend AO3 tag (its like 90% of the time open on my phone), so probably them? I also like it a lot. Just. Not only are they both the same timeline, but its fun to weave them together. They can teach each other a lot,

Favourite headcanon - I... typed something then realised it was a bit dark for just random twitter asks without covering it in warnings, so um... Something lighter... Hm. Wait no my lighter got very dark as well. Actually, still kinda dark *gestures vaguely at the angst comment up top* buuut... After they're used he stitches up the Link Dolls as best he can. However many functional ones he has left (and it does vary by story/verse when I write) he still keeps them all, and hugs them at night. There's a little schedule to make sure none of the dolls get hugged more than the others - he also panics if he can't find one. Even if its a used one. For the longest time they were his only companions, refusing to spend time with people for fear of the monsters going after them, and he knows soon enough they'll be the only friends he dares endanger once again... That's a very tiny headcanon, but I do very like it. It's (mostly) just cute.

[galransandextras]

*throws heart shapes on the counter* gimme like. All 10 for a muse you can't done many for, Haxas or *Your* Lotor maybe??

You, my dear, can't read but I shall indulge you with all 14 for Lotor.

What is your muse’s sexuality?

Pansexual.

Is your muse sexually active?

No, but he’s not as repressed as yours, nowhere near that. He has sex from time to time but generally, doesn’t trust anyone enough- in fact he’s more likely to have sex with an enemy, because then he doesn’t feel bad if he has to stab them at some point.

Where does your muse’s libido fall on the scale? 10 being hyper-sexual, 1 being the opposite.

Like an 8? I’m bad at scales, man. He’s horny.

Do they like to listen to any music or are they more of a fan of silence during the act?

Neither? Music tends to get on his nerves when he’s trying to stay in the moment, but complete silence is unnerving.

Is your muse a top, bottom, or a switch? Why?

Switch bcs fun

Are they dominant or submissive?

Depends on his mood~

What kind of underwear do they wear on the day-to-day?

Soft black shorts, somewhat stretchy, very comfortable and breathable, practical. Sometimes goes for something more feminine but practicality is still on the mind.

Are they polite or do they have a dirty mouth?

Lotor has a way of seeming filthy while using perfectly prim and proper words.

Do they get embarrassed easily when it comes to nsfw things? Or are they shameless?

More on the embarrassed side unless he gets Really Into It.

What kind of things are they into?

So many things. Too many things.

Are they a virgin? When did they lose their virginity? If they haven’t, do you think they ever will? Are they waiting for someone special, or do they just not care?

He is not a virgin and does not care. In some verses he’s a virgin but even then doesn’t care, just anxious that someone’s gonna stab him in the dick.

Would you consider them kinky or tame?

Kinky kinky boy.

Are they loud in bed or quiet? Talkative or more of a noise maker?

Moderate volume, and a bit of both.

Give us a random sinday headcanon or fact about your muse!

TENTACLE.

[spirit-of-vengeance]

@spxcemuses @mr-mansnoozie @xxstar-bluesxx

Guess who gathered enough mind to finally write her full backstory of Western Verse. Her being a bounty hunter is set in the Wild West time period (1865-1895), there is no current year(s) to set her story in mainly because I don't want to make a mistake messing up the timeline.

Calm before the storm

Her father, Attila a lesser Hungarian noble whom supported the 1848-1849 revolutionary war but after the failure of it he escaped emigrated to America to avoid the Habsburg revenge, soon followed by his brother Gábor. He could save a small amount of his fortune along with his two most important horses: a purebred Lipizzan stallion and an extremely rare Akhal Teke mare. He had settled near a small town, due to his financial situation and education as a noble he established a school with the support and approval of the local church. To quieten his guilt for abandoning his country in its peril, he poured all of his heart into educating children; at least he is still useful in some way.

One day, a group of artists traveling artists, acrobats traveled through the town and the aristocrat fell in love at first sight. She was like the queen of fairy from the folk tales he'd heard in his childhood, she was tall, blue eyes sparkled like light sapphire, long golden brown hair floated ethereally with every twirl. The smitten lord shamelessly courted the the graceful acrobat, determined to know at least the name.

The group had stayed in the town for a few weeks, allowing Attila's and Myra's romance to blossom; after a month she ended up staying with him, just like in true fairytales.

My obsession with angst backstory strikes again

The lord was in love, deeper than poets could express it. Since the loss of his home and country he had found his place in the universe along with the perfect companion by his side. He paid less attention to the school, the church and other public affairs; it wasn't like he abandoned them but became more withdrawn to spend time with the love of his life, especially after the birth of their daughter. She was almost the perfect miniature of her mother, same beautiful hair glinting gold in the sunlight, only her eyes were the brightest emerald green he'd ever seen.

While Myra's heart and aura was as pure as a fairy's; the local church was beyond distressed. They claimed that Attila had completely abandoned helping those in need because of her wicked seduction. When they witnessed her performing for the amusement of the crowd, the 'temptress witch' brand couldn't be lifted. They gathered a few enthusiastic townsfolk whom shared their views and a few morally questionable men whom only wanted a piece of the lord's fortune.

10 year old Karma was awakened from her deep slumber by her frantic father; smoke and yelling blinding her senses as he carried her out of the burning house into the nearby forest so the mob won't find her. He promised her he will be back but he had to return into their home for Myra; he couldn't leave her inside. Karma watched her dad disappear into the flames, the air filled with suffocating smoke and religious shouts for god to smite the sinners. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the spot where her father was gone, waiting for her parents to stumble out of the half collapsed building; but that never had happened. She sat unmoving from her spot, struck staring into the flames then into the ashes as the sun has risen.

Birth of the marksman

Attila's brother, Gábor arrived the next day after hearing the news, he was the one whom found Karma still staring at the ruins in a catatonic state. He couldn't avenge his sibling as it meant endangering his niece and she has lost more than enough.

Gábor expected her to become a soft spoken, reserved lady once she overcame her trauma; that theory was soon abandoned when once he had awoken to his niece practicing with his rifle outside with frighteningly great accuracy. The young girl naturally had an extraordinary aim and after a few long talks, he'd seen the determination burning in her to avenge the murder of her parents. Given by her mother's dance lessons, she was also flexible and capable of many different acrobatic moves; this combined with her aim proven to be a very dangerous combination.

To not awaken suspicion he told his friends Karma was an orphan whose parents were killed by bandits and he had adopted her to give her a family and education. Karma was fascinated chasing greater heights of her skills, this involved reading every possible book about anatomy, marking, engraving the useful spots of the body. Karma knows where to shoot to disarm, to cause a slow death, to paralyze, to disable for life and when it is only a warning: an injury which will heal with time. Along with her accuracy, her drawing speed only can be compared to lightning. Although she prefers/most comfortable with her dual revolvers (model undecided yet), she is still a menace with shotguns, rifles, flintlocks and even bows due to Gàbor's 'A Hungarian is not a Hungarian if they can't use a bow' mindset.

The bounty hunter quicker than death

Karma had her first official gunfight at the age of 18 on the auction. for Vihar (Storm), the filly of her father's horses.

Detailed post about Vihar

She officially entered the bounty hunter business when she was 20 and Vihar was 2, aiming for the most dangerous criminals whom committed the worst acts possible. In her early years after the kill she slit open corpses she trying to find the bullet, surverying the damage it caused and adding filler information to her anatomy knowledge. Of course she didn’t bother burying the bodies, she knew as a woman she has to be extremely vicious above talented to be hired and mutilated dead bodies did send a great message & served as cement for building her reputation. The name Karma wasn't entirely her idea, many thankful family members claimed that karma has came for their loved ones' murderers. Her talent spread like wildfire among the men of law, glad to be rid of the dangerous scum; with careful planning, use of environment and Vihar as backup she had wiped out gangs, not solely focused on individuals.

Unfortunately her reputation summoned an unofficial grand price on her head as well in certain circles; they had tracked her back to her uncle's house. The battle claimed Gábor's life and nearly her sight as her right eye was almost slashed out. The new loss opened old wounds: her not being able to protect her loved ones. She couldn't look into a mirror, the scar a reminder how despite all years of training she wasn't untouchable; after burying her uncle plan to gain control over her psyche already formed.

She took a knife and carefully carved four half circles around her eye to form a crosshair with her pupil being the middle of it. She made sure she kept the wounds open for enough time to scar as visibly as the vertical cut; she wanted a symbol to add to her legend. Excuse my pathetic excuse of an edit, I'm not good in this, nor I can draw.

Now Karma is 25, Vihar is 6, both of them in their peak physical prime; the name Vihar is also symbolic a little, Karma is the lightning to her horse. She is dancing on the thin edge of bounty hunting and being an outlaw as she often takes...side jobs to help people who deserve it and usually that person doesn't have a bounty on their head, therefore it is technically murder.

Local antisocial feral monk & cocky gunslinger feral lady / addition of the AU with the amazing @mr-mansnoozie

Near her uncle's house, Karma had discovered a cave and a grumpy mute monk living in it along with his pet bear. The monk, Sandy eventually became a second uncle to the traumatized angry orphan, he taught her how to move & creep upon someone soundlessly, disappear without a trace, cover her stances and behavior patterns of various animals. Before and after returning from a job she always visits her uncle of choice for a chat; a silent way to prepare him to the possibility of her not coming back. But she always do. She considers Sandy as part of her tiny family, although his...copying mechanisms with his own traumas were a bit strange to get used to; she adapted quite fast, after all who is she to judge with a past like that?

I'm a dead man walking, Hell's at my door.

aka collection of small headcanons

🎯 Her dual revolvers are called Salvation and Damnation because she's dramatic

🎯 Karma has a small sketchbook filled with anatomy drawings for further practice.

🎯 She actually can sing, but rarely does, only to Vihar since she never received positive feedback on it. Her voice is gritty, rugged and deep; definitely not the usual and desired sounding from a woman.

🎯 If her target was an outstandingly cruel bastard and/or one of those whom killed her parents she uses a little psychological torture. After fatally wounding them she starts whistling (for the most terrifying experience wear headphones & close your eyes while listening) as they try to crawl away or beg for mercy. The first time the whistle gets shrill & more intense is when she lazily reloads, knowing she has both the time and the upper hand. The second pace shift is when she aims; she shoots during the last, long drawn out high note.

🎯 This is her only verse where Cindy is afraid, no terrified of fire; during her....26 AU's she's always been associated with fire despite dying in or being wounded by it. In this verse she is more tied to lightning, the scent of smoke is enough to send her into a silent panic attack and despite loathing the cold she will never sit close to the fireplace. Her other deep fears include injuring her hands & sight and losing Vihar. Her horse is the only remaining family member of hers, she can't fail her too.

🎯 Most of Karma's scars, injuries are a result of her standing between Vihar and a knife/bullet/ even a bullwhip when a criminal was smart enough to catch on their deep emotional bond.

🎯 She has recurring night terrors about the night her parents died, she always wakes up in cold sweat; she's sort of used to them. Though, sometimes she still cries but thankfully Vihar is there to comfort her.

🎯 Karma has a special morning stretch routine to keep her flexibility and warm up her hands & keep them steady and fast.

🎯 Due to her dad and uncle she received high quality education

🎯 For the untrained eye, the belt of her hat are simple crosses while in reality, they are inverted crosses to symbolize her stance with Christianity

🎯 Karma's middle name is Emerald, given by her father due to her eye color.

🎯 Karma was first inspired by League of Legends Miss Fortune because that name alone is great but unfortunately she is too pirate coded for a western so I abandoned the relation. Though when Karma is not being the 'Call me a slow reader but I only made it to the Dead part, the or Alive didn't register.' ; her personality is similar to hers.

🎯 Due to her dad, Karma is actually half aristocrat. Not like she cares about it the slightest; the only indication of noble blood is her idle stance. It is an unconscious mirror of how her father used to hold himself: back straightened to almost impossible point, left arm behind it, right hand resting on the grip of in her case, revolver instead of hilt of a sword.

🎯 If given the chance to live a normal life, she would've grown into a captivating, lively young woman, much like her mother but with the aristocrat elegance of her father; finding a suitor who lives up to her parents' and her standards would've been the challenge of the century.

🎯 Her special move is called Dance of Death. This is used as last resort when she's facing more opponents up to 12, as with her dual revolvers she has 12 bullets without reloading. She mentally marks the stances of all opponents, predicts their movement, firing order and possible way of their bullets before whirling out of her hiding place. Each pose minimizes the chance of getting shot, and with each change of movement two bullets are fired, two men drop dead.

🎯 Her accuracy isn't just 'gun goes boom >:D' but a combination of natural talent, endless practice, movement prediction, sharp, quick thinking & analytical skills and different techniques molten together to utilize them all at once

🎯 Her hair is now as long as her mother's, she always keeps it in a single tight braid to keep it out of the way; without her hat and hair down she actually loses some of her dangerous edge.

🎯 The only physical memory Karma has of her parents is her dad's hussar sword she found underneath the ruins of the house, it was protected by a very thick wooden box & a lock of her mother's hair is tied to the grip. She has hidden it in the nearby forest, her thoughts often wander to it along with the wish to wield it.

[aelaer]

Suicide TW!!! I live for the Nick/Stephen frenemy relationship, so: AU where Stephen is severely depressed and, instead of crashing his car, he parks in a pull-over and attempts suicide (drugs, alcohol, cutting, up to you) only to then be hit by an oncoming car. As a result, he ends up in hospital to realise that not only is he still alive, but Nick knows what he did. He can't stand the shame and humiliation, until he hears the words "I'm sorry" out of nowhere.

Okay nonny, so a couple things:

By relationship I presume you meant “platonic relationship” as my list of (serious) romance-focused stories in the MCU is a big fat zero and will remain that way probably for some time. If not all time. But I never say never.

I altered the scenario a bit and decided not to use a car crash, but the main elements (depression/suicide, Nick and Stephen interaction, Nick Knowing) remain. This also sort of allows it to potentially be in the “realm of canon” with enough stretching, should one decide to want the headcanon. Though IMO this is an AU-verse.

So I hope that’s all okay and you still find it fulfilling. I’ve never actually written Nick before (though I dabbled with the idea of all the events of Doctor Strange from Nick’s POV like, back when the film first came out) so that was also fun. I really dislike fics that make him look like an idiot (or worse, a pervert for some weird ass reason) so it’s great to get my own view out.

And I also didn’t want to write a book because I’ve got too many WIPs that are books that need to get finished first, so I was going for “short and sweet”. In a manner of speaking. I mean it seems I’m still incapable of doing something under 2000 words but it’s shorter than the last prompt so you know, I’m getting there. 

As the prompt suggests, this fic will go into detail about very serious subjects around mental health, including depression and suicide. Please proceed with caution if these are sensitive subjects for you. 

Please also note that the symptoms and actions taken within the story are not a guide or diagnosis tool and should be interpreted as strictly fictional. Please refer to official literature such as those offered by the National Suicide Prevention Hotline (US) and other verified sources for what you should do if you believe someone you know is suffering from suicidal thoughts.

Written for @stephenstrangebingo square, “It’s Not About You”.

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Every employee at Metro-General took the confidentiality of their patients’ conditions seriously. There was no doctor or nurse on staff that could be bribed to leak any celebrity’s medical information; they were known for having some of the best doctors for a reason. Many of the elite of New York went to that hospital in the middle of Midtown for that famous discretion.

There was, however, one glaring exception to this rule that every nurse and doctor learned early on: if one of their co-workers had something very serious happen to them, their status would eventually leak out to the rest of the staff. There was never anything particularly hostile about the whispers, and while curiosity was the biggest fuel to the information train, news tended to spread out from concern rather than scorn. This trend even applied to staff members that were generally seen as assholes.

Doctor Nicodemus West learned this during his next shift. A couple minutes after entering his office, just as he was getting into his email inbox, a quick knock at the open door broke his concentration. He looked up and smiled. “Morning, Alyssa.”

The nurse offered a brief smile in greeting, but stepped inside and closed the door before speaking. “Did you hear the news?” she asked softly; her smile was gone.

His brow furrowed. “I’m sorry, news?”

“Doctor Strange was admitted to the ER last night.”

His mind came to a screeching halt. “What? Seriously?” He generally avoided the man if he could, though from what was going around the gossip circles the last couple weeks, Strange was still a raging asshole, but in good health. “What happened?”

Alyssa shook her head. “I don’t know all the details, but he had to get his stomach pumped.”

Nick winced in sympathy; that was not a pleasant experience. “Jeez,” he muttered. “Is he doing okay?”

“Last I heard, he’s stable,” she answered. “Apparently Doctor Palmer’s still his emergency contact, though.”

“She would be anyone’s emergency contact; she’s too good of a person,” he replied in return. “Thanks for letting me know, though; I suspect others in the department may need to take some of his patients that can’t wait for him.”

Alyssa nodded. “The administration is already looking through his cases, though I expect he’ll be up and back at work as soon as he can. Doctor Strange is never really one for breaks.”

“I suppose not,” said Nick. The conversation turned to other topics and the neurosurgeon put the matter with Strange in the back of his mind, left as generally unimportant in the grand scheme of his life.

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Strange got back to work and things got back to normal in the neurology department.

Only thing was, Nick started noticing things.

While Doctor West was no prodigy like Doctor Strange, he would not have the ability to become a neurosurgeon without the ability to notice details. It was the details in life— in the human body in particular— that fascinated him and turned him towards medicine in the first place. No, he wasn’t a prodigy, but he was still damn good at his job.

So when Strange came back to the office a few days after his visit to the ER, Nick decided to break his usual policy of avoiding Strange as much as humanly possible and went to his office to welcome him back. It was good for department morale to act mostly cordial to each other, even if most of the effort was on his part.

The door was open and Strange was still in his outer coat, back to him, when Nick knocked on the doorway. The doctor turned to face him and Nick raised a hand in greeting. “Hey. Just wanted to say welcome back.”

Strange’s brow furrowed and he made a rather weird expression. “Oh… uh, thanks.” He turned to the coat rack in the corner of the room and began to remove his outerwear.

“How’re you…” Nick started, but paused as the coat was fully removed, revealing Strange���s dress shirt underneath. It hung rather loosely on his figure; apparently the man had lost some weight recently. Due to Christine Palmer’s honeymoon phase about two years ago, Nick was more aware than he would prefer to be about how ‘fit’ Doctor Stephen Strange was (which really was unfair).

It seemed that wasn’t the case anymore. When had that happened?

Strange didn’t seem to notice his trailing off. “I’m fine. Perfectly alright, thank you. I hope you didn’t botch any of my surgeries while I was gone.”

And there was the asshole he remembered. Nick pressed his lips together. “All your patients are recovering without setback. You can even see them for yourself.” He did his best to cut back the bite of sarcasm in his last sentence.

If Strange heard it, he didn’t comment on it. “I’ll let the nurses handle it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I do have a lot of emails to catch up on. Close the door behind you, if you would.”

Nick rolled his eyes and shut the door as he left the office, but the detail seen settled in the back of his mind to remain quiet, but not forgotten.

And with that one thing noticed, he started to notice more things as the weeks passed on.

According to Alyssa, Strange was rarely seen in the hospital cafeteria anymore— one of the cafeteria staff  members who had an open crush on the doctor was complaining about it, apparently.

Strange was having bouts of insomnia, according to gossiping security personnel. There were times that doctors did not go home for the night, but his were becoming more consistent occurrences.

As Nick ate with members from both his usual surgical team and Strange’s surgical team one lunch time a few weeks after Strange came back to work, the topic somehow went to Strange and his uncanny recollection for music, no matter the genre or decade it was released. It was well known that he liked to have the others on his team try and challenge him with their song choices while he was performing his operations.

“Not anymore,” said Billy, and Alyssa frowned at him.

“What? But that’s his gig! He’s been doing that for years.”

Billy shrugged. “He hasn’t been doing it for a few months now. He’s told us he doesn’t care what we want to play, but he doesn’t guess at songs anymore. Doesn’t give any recommendations, either. It sort of sucks; my music library has barely expanded this year.”

“Maybe you need to find something really challenging, a song so obscure that he’ll be drawn into it again,” she said. “I wonder how well he knows Jamaican music.”

“We tried British and Australian Top Hits of the ‘80s last year, but we haven’t done Jamaica. Do Jamaicans generally speak English? He hasn’t memorized songs from every language in the world.”

She rolled her eyes, and as Alyssa started explaining the history of Jamaica and Jamaican Creole, Nick stored this new bit of information away in the section of his brain that, somehow, had become dedicated to collecting all these tidbits.

And Nick noticed that every time he bumped into the other neurosurgeon in the hall, he appeared exhausted. Nick did not know if anyone else noticed the clear loss of weight and the dark bags around his eyes, but they were blindingly obvious to him. 

Usually Strange moved with an endless amount of energy when off to surgery, and with some of the more challenging surgeries the energy stayed with him no matter how long the procedure took. It was an exuberance that even he admired, though it was never something he planned to admit to Strange. But now the energy was missing. He was still snarky and aloof, but the spark of genuine joy that was once clear to everyone in the department was gone.

If Strange was a friend, he would have acted weeks ago. If Strange was a colleague he got along with, he would have waited no longer than a month, just to make sure. But two months after his short medical hiatus and Nick remained uncertain, because this was Stephen Strange. Surely no one as big-headed and arrogant as he could ever actually be— yes, there were some signs, but it just seemed too far-fetched. Surely not.

A couple weeks later and some of the doctors from neurosurgery, some from cardiology, and some from the ER were having a rare lunch together. Somehow Christine Palmer had managed to drag Strange out of his office to see his coworkers. And somehow he ended up sitting next to Strange, though the man was mostly quiet as he took the occasional bite from his salad. That in itself was very unusual, as Nick was used to Strange enjoying all the attention of the room.

The conversation turned to a sudden, inexplicable death that happened just yesterday that the hospital was still trying to solve. As theories went around the table, Nick heard Strange mutter under his breath, “Maybe she just realized life wasn’t worth living.” None of the others heard it. Nick pretended he didn’t, either.

But the comment resonated in his head for the rest of the day.

———— 

This was not going to be comfortable. This was not going to be easy. Nick hated that he, of all people, had noticed. Had no one else seen it?

It only took another day to push his discomfort aside. “It’s not about you,” he mumbled to himself in the mirror in the early morning. “Strange needs help.” And he was a doctor, first and foremost. And doctors helped people in need.

He wanted to speak with Strange outside the hospital, in a neutral place for them both. The only problem was that he never saw the man outside of work and he had no idea how to approach him.

The opportunity came a few days later when Nick was already performing surgery while on call. Another emergency craniotomy was required and Strange stepped in at Christine’s request while Nick was unavailable. It was as good a reason as any.

“Thank you for taking that patient yesterday,” he said in greeting the next morning.

Strange looked up from his computer, surprise crossing his features. He looked tired. “No surgeon can be in two surgeries at once,” he said with a shrug.

“Still, I appreciate it,” Nick said. “I know you’re not fond of the ER.”

“A butcher shop.”

He ignored the comment. “So I’d like to thank you. You free after work? Dinner’s on me.”

The other man stared at him. “You want to have dinner,” he said flatly.

“As colleagues,” he added, hopefully unnecessarily, because really? “I’m trying to be nice and show my appreciation, Strange. Don’t be an ass about it and just say yes.”

Strange lifted his brows high, but the fuel to his ego did the trick. “Yeah, sure. Got any place in mind?”

Nick shrugged. “There’s a good Italian place three blocks south of us.”

“Italian’s fine.”

“Cool. See you later.” He ignored the expression on Strange’s face and took his leave.

—————

The walk from the hospital to the restaurant was a bit of an uncomfortable one, but Nick wasn’t certain if it was mostly one-sided or not; Strange was more or less expressionless. He only tried to instigate conversation once throughout the walk, but it trailed off to silence before they reached the second block, so Nick decided then to save all attempts at conversation for dinner.

It was going to be hard enough then.

After they arrived and were seated, he also decided to wait until they had finished eating before approaching the topic. Maybe the food would relax the nerves in his gut.

So in the meantime he talked shop. It had been some time since either of them had discussed their cases with each other, so he figured that it was a safe enough conversation topic until the end of the meal.

Unfortunately Strange, bastard that he was, threw him off his planned course. It was just after they ordered food; both had a glass of wine and their waiter had already set down a basket of bread and a saucer of olive oil for dipping. Strange caught Nick as the latter was ripping off a piece of bread to smother in the dipping oil.

“What is this really about?” he asked.

Nick paused mid-dip. “What?”

“All this.” He waved an arm to gesture to the restaurant. “I’ve helped in the ER several times when your hands were full. What is this actually about?”

He set his bread on his plate, frowning. “You can’t wait until after we eat?”

Strange raised a brow. “Consider yourself fortunate I said yes to this at all. I only came because, admittedly, I’m curious; I cannot begin to guess what you could possibly want to talk to me about outside of work.”

“Fine, fine.” Nick sighed and set his elbows on the table. He pressed his lips against his closed fists as he figured out how to start. All the while, Strange stared at him with an odd mix of exasperation and puzzlement. “You…” he started slowly. He trailed off.

“Me,” said Strange.

Fuck it. “You’ve been off lately.”

His brows shot up. “Off?”

“Yeah, off. Not yourself. Different.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means exactly that. You’re acting differently lately. For a while, apparently.”

He bristled in clear irritation. “If you’re just going to waste my time—”

“You don’t enjoy your work anymore.”

That shut him up. Nick continued in the silence. “You used to always enter and exit your operations with this excitement that echoed down the halls. That’s completely gone.”

Strange recovered his voice. “If you’re implying that my work has suffered—”

“No, no,” he interrupted. “Not at all. This isn’t about the quality of your work; this is about you.” Strange didn’t have an immediate retort to that, so Nick continued, “Or maybe it’s not about you but about this man that’s taken over you the last several months. That man is clearly not eating and sleeping well, barely comes out of his office, hasn’t bragged about his newest studies and speeches in months, and mutters about life not being worth living at lunchtime.”

His colleague’s mouth hung slightly open as if he wanted to say something but had forgotten how to speak. Nick couldn’t quite read the emotion in his eyes, either. Before he completely lost his nerve, he said one last observation. “And that man,” he muttered, “had his stomach pumped two months ago, and those circumstances combined with the rest paint a picture of a man who… might be a bit lost.”

Something raw flashed through Strange’s eyes that made him appear more vulnerable than Nick’s ever seen him before. That brought on a strange and discomforting feeling that joined the rest of the jumbled nerves in his stomach.

Quickly he continued, “You don’t need to tell me anything. I’m not demanding anything from you. I just wanted to say that— no matter what differences we have— that if you do need someone for— for anything— that I’m here. Even if it’s just to listen.”

He fell silent, and still Strange didn’t say anything immediately, which was unusual in itself. Nick wasn’t sure if he should continue looking at him or if he should look away, or what.

And thank God, dinner arrived and gave him the perfect reason to look away and leave Strange to his thoughts.

The silence sat for the remainder of the meal. Strange didn’t eat much (though he couldn’t blame him) but also didn’t leave. Nick didn’t know what that meant, or if it meant anything at all.

Still, he had one last thing to say.

After he paid the bill, he pulled a card from his wallet as he stood up. “She came with high recommendations,” he said as he put down the card of a therapist that most certainly did not work at Metro-General. “Think about it.” With that, he took his leave, allowing Strange time alone to dwell on what he said.

————

When they next saw each other at work, neither of them made any indication to each other that they had dinner last night. Their last conversation never crossed the threshold of the hospital. Strange never called him, and Nick never inquired about his well being more than he did any other coworker.

But a few months later, when he got word that Strange was starting his music challenge games in his operations once more, Nick allowed himself a small smile at the news.

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My MatchaBlossom playlist

Here's the link to the playlist on Spotify-

Song meanings and POVs elaborated on down under.

Call it what you want- Taylor Swift

(Let's start with a TS song cause why tf not. I am and always will be a total slut for her 💜)

Okay, just the general vibe of this song is that of a person who's been through a bit and has now found a love so beautiful it's helping them heal and I feel like that ties in so well with Cherry and Joe's entire arc. I hear this song in Cherry's POV when Joe's affection is starting to restore his faith in love and life after Adam's done fucked it all up. Or even when his anxiety gets really fucking bad or whatever. It's just got big comfort vibes and I am a total whore for Cherry acknowledging and appreciating everything that Joe does for him.

All my flowers grew back as thorns,

Windows boarded up after the storm,

He built a fire just to keep me warm.

Explosion- Zolita

PINING JOE PINING JOE PINING JOE

*ahem* let me be more articulate.

TEENAGED PINING JOE

Don't call me about him I don't wanna hear

Put him out of your mind just make him disappear

Stop pretending you got nothing left to hide

My memory is slipping and it's killing me alive

Reached the bitter end

Can't pretend I'm not in love with my best friend, my best friend

Hate that you know me- BLEACHERS

Okay I think this song fits Cherry very well, especially when he is still trying to understand his dynamic with Joe. My personal headcanon is that Cherry is prone to bouts of self-hatred because of his anxiety and consequently, doesn't always consider himself deserving of Joe's love, and so, he tends to dislike it at times when Joe seems to understand him better than others and anticipate his needs so well, and I feel like this song depicts that beautifully.

Sometimes I hate that you know me so well (so well)

Sometimes I, I hate that you know me so well (and I hate ya)

Some days I, I wish that I wasn't myself (No)

No luck! (No)

And I hate that you know me so well

Heart attack- Demi Lovato

Okay, I can not be the only person who thinks of teenaged Cherry every time this song comes on. Imagine a Cherry who's flabbergasted by the strength of his feelings for Joe, and can never figure out what to do with himself.

Never break a sweat for the other guys

When you come around, I get paralyzed

And every time I try to be myself

It comes out wrong like a cry for help

It's just not fair; pain's more trouble than love is worth

I gasp for air; it feels so good, but you know it hurts

Lover- Taylor Swift

I have a very specific scene in mind when it comes to this song and that is MatchaBlossom slow-dancing in the first house they get together.

We could let our friends crash in the living room

This is our place, we make the call

And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

Make you mine- PUBLIC

You knew this song was going to end up on here lol.

Strangely enough, aware as I am of the fact that most of the fandom believes Joe was the one chasing Cherry (and I agree) this song just hits me as all Cherry's. It has all of his characteristic dogged determination and refusal to admit defeat lol

Well, I have called you darlin' and I'll say it again, again

So kiss me 'til I'm sorry, babe, that you are gone and I'm a mess

And I'll hurt you and you'll hurt me and we'll say things we can't repeat

Mess is Mine- Vance Joy

Slightly older, mellowed out MatchaBlossom, starting to realise they're in this together for the long run, that they always have been.

Further I feel like verse 1 and 2 respectively follow Joe and Cherry's POVs

First we have Joe, who is just brimming with the realisation that Cherry is his for good.

Talking like we used to do

It was always me and you

Shaken up and shipping out

Check me in and check me out

...

Hold on my darling

This mess was yours, now your mess is mine

Secondly, we have Cherry, who considers himself unbelievably lucky to have been considered worthy of Joe's love and keeps wondering if he is half as good a partner to the other man as he is to him.

See you in the market place

Walking around at 8 AM

Got two hours before my flight

Luck be on my side tonight

You're the reason that I feel so strong

The reason that I'm hanging on

You know you gave me all that time

Did I give enough of mine

More than Friends- BEKA HONNE

Baby MatchaBlossom pining. Really sweet, soft vibes. I keep thinking of shy, unsure junior high school Kaoru and Kojiro suddenly becoming blushing, stuttering messes around each other for a period of time as they both hit the realisation that they'd very much like to be kissing each other and it's very much not a Friend™ thing.

It happens after Joe has freshly realised that he is bi after all and Kaoru is exactly what he needs. Again, verse one reminds me of Joe, verse two of Cherry. They are down under respectively.

Driving home and those cats eyes got me seeing you

I'm always seeing you

I don't know how to tell you that I was wrong before

I thought I needed more

I was wondering if we could talk

I think about you every day

And the mixtape you made

Is all I ever to play

And every song reminds me that

You and I

Should be more than friends

...

I never thought I would see your face at my door again

Not at 3 AM

And I don't know just why I wasn't enough before

I thought you needed more

I know you came here to talk

Can't listen to the tape I made

It brings me too much pain

Cause every song reminds me that

You and I

Should be more than friends

This song can also work if you reverse the POV orders and then see it post Adam, but the vibe is a lil too soft for that.

Night go slow- Catey Shaw

MatchaBlossom but in a chill, lo-fi aesthetic.

The cars all stop where they are

When you take my hand, there is no time

Every moment that passes by with you

I wish I could rewind

Let go of your ways

And forget today

Just follow me tonight

Do you understand why I put all my plans on hold?

Not Afraid Anymore- Halsey

Okay, this one goes a lil heavy but imagine a traumatised Cherry, ya know after Ad*m, finally learning to let himself go and feel things again, emotionally and sexually, with Kojiro.

I also feel like they are two kinky bastards so really if you only wanna interpret it like that be my guest.

I am not ashamed anymore

I want something so impure

You better impress now, watching my dress now fall to the floor

Crawling underneath my skin, sweet talk with a hint of sin

Begging you to take me

Devil underneath your grin, sweet thing

But she play to win, heaven gonna hate me

People Crying Every Night- A R I Z O N A

I hear this song as Joe trying to get through to a hesitant Cherry, trying to make him see that while they don't get a say in so many other things, things that have happened and things that will happen, they get to choose the life they have together. They get to pick out their happy ending, build one out of scratch with each other and even if they have nothing else, at least they have this.

Oh and as the day

Turns into night

The things that we can't say

The things we try to hide

Like everyone else

We can't choose the way we die

Oh but we can choose

The way we live tonight

Oh I wish I had the answers

I wish I had the time

To give you all the reasons

Why it's worth it down the line

Ready to go- NEFFEX

This song is an ✨ aesthetic ✨

Okay but imagine, young, punk! MatchaBlossom, maybe around the time when they're travelling the world together?

It's all hot and heady, and Joe is thrilled by the wild, wild force of nature Kaoru is. He can't do anything but give in.

She said stay for a minute

Play with my limits

Drink till we're sinnin'

Baby I'm ready to go

...

She said she's finally alive

When she starts losing control

I said I know what to do

Just let our bodies go

Shine a Light- BANNERS

Another Kojiro song. This one reflects his inner struggle as he feels torn between wanting to comfort and protect Cherry after Adam, and the fact that he is hopelessly in love with Cherry who inadvertently keeps hurting him with how he is lost in the huge web of feelings he can't parse through, not completely blind to how much Kojiro loves him but not fully realising it either. This song reminds me of a confused and helpless Kojiro. Loving Kaoru is such an integral part of him that it makes him, him and it is his constant in the rapidly changing world around him as he stands on the brink of adulthood. He is very nearly ready to beg for mercy and yet knows he, himself is saved by the love he has for Kaoru.

And when the night falls, oh, call on me

Just don't forget to show me some mercy

Ooh, say you're mine

Ooh, take me higher

Sleepover- Hayley Kiyoko

JOE PINING @ HOMOEROTIC SLEEPOVERS WITH YOUR B(est)F

You wanna be friends forever?

I can think of something better

I'm just feeling low, feeling low

Sleeping here right next to me

But will you ever mess with me?

No

Thank you, my twilight- the pillows

Listen, this has been my fav classic Japanese love anthem for so long and to think it is PERFECT for Matchablossom just makes my heart go 💞

The lyrics are heart-wrenchingly raw and real, which is great reflection of Joe and Cherry's relationship. I include a translation of a few verses below, the first one seems something snatched straight out of Joe's internal monologues and the second one depicts the breathless intensity and loyalty so typical of Kaoru:

If you think it looks like I'm waiting for someone

Then you're right

I've been waiting for you

...

Sometimes people will ask me

"How far will you go for her?"

BABY as far as it takes

Wings- HAERTS

Another song depicting Cherry healing from Adam and learning to accept Joe's love, but a fluffier and sweeter way to go about it.

In which, Cherry decides to separate all of the sweeter moments of his and Joe's days with Adam from all of the bitterness, and carry that in his heart after they part ways and he finally moves on.

I will never let you go

I know you want it, know you want it

Learning love means not to know

I'll learn to take it,

Would you mind- PRETTYMUCH

Ending this post with a fluffy, flirty rec that could be Joe's anthem. See for yourselves.

Say you don't catch feelings, you say you ain't the love type

I'ma have to work, then, uh the whole night

Nothing like your ex, no, this ain't what you used to

Just give me that chance, girl, uh, won't lose you

See it? ;) Also, I feel like Joe had typical frat boy taste in music at some point so