HEYYYYY.. so like ive become a recent angst addict and like. . Bucky x reader angst?? Maybe they're recently engaged and reader is unsure because of things like not being included in a lot of pivotal moments in his life and that he looks at natalia just a little too long for readers liking?? And just this big dialogue of them two arguing.. and NO comfort at the end, make that shit HURT. He's begging, sobbing and like hiccuping on his knees it's that bad, reader is crying too, but they hand bucky the ring
Man idk i just need more gut wrenching angst rn it evokes such a mmmmmm emotion
NOTES
I'm literally awful at writing angst and relationships are hard to understand, especially when it comes to jealousy and all that, and I guess both Bucky and Reader are meant to be in the wrong for this one? I don't know, I find his character hard, so... (・_・;)
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The moment that your heart felt so warm and happy tears fell from your eyes finds itself in your brain whenever you laid eyes on him, and it always used to beat so hard every morning after morning that it almost felt like a regular side effect of waking up. It doesn't feel like that anymore, no. But even then, the moment he knelt down on one knee and popped open that ring box replays in your mind every morning, every evening, every night. Ever since it happened, it's been all you could think about.
That's why it became so noticeable when those happy, excited feelings began to sour and churn inside of you, when that warmth burned into a deep, aching jealousy that consumed every single happy memory of yours together. Now, you can't feel happy when you look at him. Because you hardly ever look at him.
You understand he has duties, responsibilities, and he can't just drop them for you at a lazy request, but his actions don't exactly speak 'loyal future husband' to you. The constant missions, which you swear were never this bad, the fact he always spends his time around Natasha, his gaze warm and his tone friendly, it makes you so, so unnecessarily angry. Instead of fluttering butterflies in your stomach, all you find yourself feeling is a pain in your palm from clenching your fist too hard.
Far louder, far more aggressive even, than usual, you tap your foot against the ground. Sat on the couch, your shared couch, from your shared apartment, you feel like a stranger to Bucky. Because he, your soon to be husband, isn't home at the right time. Again.
The paranoia about what could even be happening drives you crazy, your eyes flicking between the clock on the wall, ticking, ticking, always ticking, and the door that never seems to open without your interference. It's never him coming home if you're not there to open the door for him first, only him leaving for days, weeks, months on end.
Doesn't the thought of leaving you eat him up inside of you, too? Doesn't the thought of you all alone make him want to take a damn break, for once? To just lay down, to feel your skin against his, however damn rough and weathered it may be. Or, are you the one in the wrong? The paranoid spouse? The jealous spouse? Overthinking every interaction with any friends he may have, overthinking every second he isn't in your arms?
Maybe you are.
But maybe Bucky isn't the one for you, not if the promise of commitment and marriage won't make him sit next to you for dinner for longer than a week at a time.
When you hear those heavy boots, that weathered sigh, you know that he's home. In a weird way, it makes you feel comfortable, it makes your body relax slightly, but your mind is still racing, even if that itch for him to be in your presence is satiated. Then comes the soft jingling of metal as he slides the apartment key in, turning it right and creaking the door open.
Bucky always looks slightly uncomfortable, and you suppose he has a reason to, even without the trauma of H.Y.D.R.A, he's grown older, he's been through more eras than any human should, and he'll always feel out of place. His shaggy hair falls in front of his face, his tired eyes downcast until they flick up, noticing you. For a moment, for a swift, fleeting moment, you think he looks almost happy.
"You're up late." Bucky comments lightly, his throat rasped as he turns his back to you to shut the door and lock it, pocketing the key afterwards.
"You're out late." You mutter, words almost somber, far meeker than you had meant for them to come out, hardly audible to you over the sound of your racing heartbeat. Is this the day you do it? The day you confront him? You shouldn't be so nervous then. You should be firm in your decision.
In response he lets out a heavy sigh, his back turned to you, his shoulders rising and falling. He knows where this is going. This conversation has happened before, after all. The late night arguments over Natasha, the glares when she calls to inform him of a mission, the unbridled fury you feel whenever she steps foot in your house, it's never been resolved. Only silenced.
"I was on a mission." Bucky says, looking back at you, the mask he wears hiding half of his face, but you know that he's frowning, the slight furrow in his brows gives that way. "I told you about it."
"You told me it would be quick." You firmly say, leaning back on the couch and crossing your arms. He was with Natasha. The beautiful, strong, intelligent woman who you can't help but envy. He was with her. Not you. All night.
"You can't plan these things." He snaps back, turning around fully and taking steps towards you, crossing his own arms. For a moment, you think he'll actually argue back, give a full defense, but instead his eyes soften and he motions towards your phone sat idly on the coffee table. "Are we getting takeout tonight?"
"Are you kidding?" You huff, a smile of disbelief growing on your lips, your nose scrunching as a snarl threatens to unveil itself. "You were out all night with her and you're asking about takeout?"
Immediately, Bucky gives you a look. It's not cold, it's not anger, no, it's more so just disappointment. The two of you have had conversations about this before, what couple hasn't? He spends time with a woman who has fiery red hair and a body to die for, what person wouldn't get jealous? Bucky's always assured you that him and Natasha have never and will never be together, that he doesn't love her, but you're having second thoughts.
"I thought we settled this..." He gruffly murmurs, his brows furrowing as his hand comes up to his nose, pinching the bridge.
"Well, clearly we didn't!" You rise from the couch, planting your feet into the hard wood of your apartment floor, your hands resting on your hips. "I've already had dinner, considering that it's almost one in the morning." Every word is accentuated, pointed, driving home your ever building fury, brows furrowed as your lips curl. It's not his fault, it's not his fault, you're sick of saying that to yourself. Bucky needs to hear what you have to say. "That nice chicken you like? I made it for you tonight, I thought we could've had a date, but instead you spent almost twice as long as you said you would."
Almost yelling now, your voice rising, your face veins burning, he still looks tired. He doesn't look guilty, he doesn't even look sorry. "It's in the microwave." You add, hoping to try and get him to just feel something, to say something.
"I'm sorry, I'm busy, I know. I'm not here as often as I'd- as you'd like, but you knew what you were getting into when we started this relationship. I told you-" Bucky begins, his arm falling to his side as his brown eyes flick up to meet yours, those soft, aching eyes you've always loved to stare into. Today, looking at his eyes just makes you feel sick. Every word, every excuse, it makes your head spin, your hands trembling.
"You didn't tell me you'd spend all day around her and leave me alone!" You blurt out loudly, your voice breaking from the sheer emotion. "You said you'd be busy with work, not with Natasha!"
Bucky's face twists slightly, taken aback at your accusation of cheating. Even if it's not outright, it's pretty obvious what your words mean, and he isn't angry, no, he seems almost like he pities you. The thought only enrages you more. "It's not like that, she's helped me through a lot-"
"And I haven't?" You hiss, his heavy boots thump against the floor as he takes a step closer to you.
"You're not even letting me speak." He sighs, holding out a hand, a peace offering, something you can choose to take.
You don't.
Instead, your own hand comes crashing down onto his, slapping it away.
"So speak. Defend yourself." You cross your arms, winding them tightly around your body as if a shield against anything he could say or do, any protests, any promises, any lies. They won't get to you. Not today. It only takes a moment for you to grow impatient. "Go on!"
Bucky closes his eyes for a moment, sucking in a deep breath before he even thinks of speaking, his voice quieter, more hushed. It's as if he's telling you a secret. "In this business, you don't know when your closest allies will die. It's best to either not get attached, or to make damn sure you spend as much time as possible with them. We're not together, we don't have feelings for one another, we never will. Natasha is an ally, a trusted one, but she'll never be you."
His words are almost enough to comfort you. Almost. Fury still burns bright, and you can't help but pick apart every single vowel that tumbles out of his mouth. "She'll never be me but you spend all of your time with her? None with me?" You scoff, shaking your head sharply. "Maybe you'd be better off with Natasha. She's clearly doing something I'm not to make you care about her."
Your words seem to ignite something in Bucky, his eyes sharpening slightly. "I do care about you". He firmly spits out, clenching his metal fist. "Don't try to say I haven't done everything I can for you."
"You evidently haven't!" You throw your hands up in the air exasperatedly, your breaths coming out in short huffs as you try to collect yourself. But, it's impossible when he's standing here, trying to act like he's completely innocent.
Confidence hits you like a semi-truck, and you find yourself finally putting your foot down. "You know what, I can't do this. Get out."
"Excuse me?" He grunts, taken aback.
"You heard me. This is my apartment, I just let you move in. You have the avengers, just go to them." Every word is said like a simple suggestion, almost like you're an amused colleague giving work advice, not a scorned spouse.
"No, you're not kicking me out just because you want to avoid-"
"Get out!" With a sudden burst of energy, you slam both hands forward, trying to push him out of your apartment. It doesn't get him far, and he primarily stumbles from the shock that you'd even push him in the first place, but he realises quickly that you're serious. Dead serious. "Just leave!" And to prove that you are, you do the unthinkable. Fingers grasping the wedding ring around your finger, you slip it off and throw it full force at his chest. It bounces pathetically to the floor.
Bucky seems to be frozen for a moment, his eyes desperate, then cold, then afraid, then angry, then... Hopeless. He seems stuck, alone, unsure, and it takes the clattering of metal for him to be thrust out of that state of mind. "You know what." He mutters, voice a low croak. "Fine." His own hand reaches for his keys, evidently not around the ring on his finger, and he turns around sharply, shoving the key in and twisting it with so much force that you're surprised it doesn't break in two. "I know where I'm not wanted." With one last thump of his boots, the keys land sharply on the ground and the door is slammed shut.
For pride -
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Leonard 'Bones' McCoy trans icons
I'm making more but rn I'm just a little sleepy
Hi!! So sorry for the late reply, I'm the Luna and Lin Lie requester. I mean Luna, Lin Lie, and reader all in one scenario, but if having them separate makes you more comfortable or you already started on it that's completely okay 🫶
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Ethari grew out his hair because he looks in the mirror and closes his eyes, imagining the soft strands that drape over his neck to be Runaan's, his eyes already wet with tears. If he cut his hair, it would be cutting the connection between Runaan and himself.
Rotxo x metikayan reader?
Y/n isnt a healer or a fighter, they enjoy singing and dancing for the clan
Other then that I've got nothing so go crazy!!
Rotxo x Metkayina ! Reader
Pronouns used : They / Them
Note(s) : The readers ilu is named Kailani, no reason other than it'd be clunky to constantly write 'the ilu'
"When you bond with a ilu they do not bond for life, they are not owned by anybody, you will be able to make the bond soon but first you must-" The gentle yet firm hold I had on my ilu, Kailani, was loosened in confusion as my words trailed off, the lesson put a hold as the children watching my demonstration jumped. The distracting event that caused this being an unusual flap of strong wings and an earsplitting animal cry.
This did not sound like the creatures I had ever been familiar with.
My eyes snapped up and landed on the ikran's in the sky, tilting my head as Kailani done the same, chirping in confusion and fear at the five flying creatures. They were from the forest, forest people do not come to our islands unless they were warning or in trade with my people. The latter has not happened for years. The children began muttering, looking completely mesmerised by the ikran's, I sternly began speaking to them.
"Although it is unlikely this is a warning of danger, we must be respectful to them, understand?" My ears downcast in worry as my heavy tail stiffly stuck to my leg as a hope for closeness. The multiple lessons on culture or gathering materials were stopped, all children were now on the back of the adult's or teenager's ilus to ride over and witness what was happening.
One hopped behind me on Kailani and held on tight. I gently stroked the head of Kailani and muttered 'forward', repeating comforting words in my head to calm both me and the the unsure ilu down, sucking in a hurried breath and slowing down my now steady heartbeat as my head peeked underwater. I expertly navigated the corals and stones leading to the beach where they'd land, worried for the safety of my people made you almost completely unaware of my own surroundings, yet still pushing forward until I saw the sand form a slope to the beach.
As my head slowly rose from the water I breathed in the air, waiting until Kailani didn't have much more room to swim so I could gently take the child off her back, pushing them to join their mother who hurriedly motioned for them to come closer.
I had come just in time to witness them be in conversation with our tribes Olo'eyktan and Tsahik, Tonowari and Ronal respectively. The forest people had strange features, while I was of course fully aware forest people had darker skin, thinner arms, different eyes and fluffy tipped tails, however these ones had more fingers than they were suppose to, and strange hair above their eyes.
This was very crudely pointed out by the Tsahik who was only convinced to give them shelter by their close family bond, the Olo'eyktan motioned to the group of teenagers consisting of his two children, Ao'nung and Tsireya, along with Rotxo, telling them how they'd be of assistance to learn the ocean people's ways.
He then turned to me, informing the family of outsiders how I am one of the best at teaching young ones to prepare for ilu's and even a warriors ride. Therefore it would stand to reason I would be excellent at teaching them our people's ways, as if they were young children learning for the first time.
My heart sped up slightly at the thought of working with Rotxo, I had been nervous around him for years and so rarely joined in on hunts where he was involved. It helped greatly how I'm not a healer or one of the warriors in training for my tribe, therefore I would not be in close proximity to healing him as he was fairly reckless, nor would I be training with him regularly. However, now I wouldn't be able to back out, it made me nervous, but also made me excited.
On the next sunrise me and the others would begin teaching the outsiders, and while I had never prided myself on appearances, preferring your cultures dances or songs, I took extra time doing my hair and perfecting how our clothing was worn. I'd told myself it was in order to show a good first impression for the tribes guests, however, I was fully aware of the true reason.
With an extra pep in my step, bouncing lightly on the cloth which connected my own marui and another's, then jumping from them into the water. I happily twirled around the rich wildlife around me and drifted towards the main part of the beach. Popping my head out of the water, I noticed Tsireya and two of the forest people, but nobody else. Slowly standing up and exiting the water, I looked around completely confused on where Rotxo and the others were.
"Where is everybody?" I questioned Tsireya, she smiled knowingly at the very obvious 'hidden' meaning to my question.
"Rotxo." She paused with heavy emphasis on his name "Is with Ao'nung, Neteyam, the eldest brother, and Kiri, the eldest daughter. We will be teaching Tuk-" She gestured to the youngest. "-and Lo'ak." Tsireya gave a softer smile to him and almost whispered his name, I honestly wanted to laugh at how she teased me for my crush yet was head over heels for a complete stranger, but I held my tongue.
"Alright, should we begin with breathing exercises?" I sucked in a sharp breath and tried to not seem too down, they need teaching and I was chosen for this reason, not to drool needlessly over a boy.
When the first lesson was over, Tuk and Lo'ak had done well in learning how to hold their breath effectively, and while they couldn't hold it anywhere near me or Tsireya, the forest siblings were better than when they had started. The group were all going to disperse when I heard loud splashing.
"First lesson over for you as well? Thought you'd take less time" The eldest brother rolled his eyes at Lo'ak's passive aggressive comment, smiling and sassily smacking the back of his head. He was going to reply when a bundle of hair bounced to Tsireya and loudly spoke.
"Because we're done with lessons can I learn songs!" Tuk dragged out songs and tugged on Tsireya's arm, who looked down at her shining yellow eyes and laughed a little.
"Well, I am the wrong person, look over there if you want to learn dance and song." She teasingly whispered, shaking her shoulders and smiling bright at how my face practically lit up in seconds.
"Oh! Yes, well what type do you want to know? We have plenty of wonderful songs and dance for you to learn! Of course it cannot compare to your own culture which has more music than us, however it is still needed for certain ceremonies and-" I continued rambling as Tuk's excited look got happier every second, bouncing on her feet and begging for you to teach her.
"Tonight I will teach you! Do you all wish to join as well?" I looked at the other siblings in anticipation, who nodded and agreed with eager smiles. I turned to the other Metkyina's present. "Tsireya, Ao'nung-" I shyly looked down, my face beginning to burn a little "Rotxo... Do you want to join in teaching?"
"Why not? Some of our practices do require many of us." Tsireya grinned, turning to her brother who rolled his eyes. Muttering some choice words to which she slapped his arm and looked with eyes wide at me and Rotxo. Ao'nung's mouth gaped for a second before chuckling.
"Sure, fine." He agreed, Rotxo only joining due to this, I gratefully smiled at the chiefs son and motioned for them all to join me.
"We shall go prepare," I turned to the forest siblings "You will all meet us here after we eat, okay?" They all nodded, a small grumble from Lo'ak on if he has to but agreeing with a grin for a certain friend of mine nonetheless.
We shall rushed to our marui and gained permission to ask for some instruments that players would be willing to lend us, along with playing for when he would dance. When the time had come, I noticed Tsireya and Ao'nung whispering to each other, worried on if something was wrong I decided to approach them.
"Are we missing anything?" Tsireya shyly looked down.
"I forgot to ask one of the instrument players, is there any way you could go to Apikalia and ask if they will join?" She asked, I nodded given we still had a few minutes until we were expected to start.
"Of course!" I began my way across the beach, skipping and happily humming a tune to myself while in waiting, jumping up to the cloth bridges. However, as I looked into Apikalia's marui not to find them, but to find Rotxo.
I jumped in surprise and he proceeded to do the same, holding a hand over his beating heart. My face burned hot, I looked down and began stuttering, I realised I was set up by Tsireya and her brother.
"Oh, you're already looking for them? I will go-" My sentence was momentarily cut off as Rotxo rushed forward and grabbed my hand. Only a few feet away from me.
"Why are you avoiding me?" His voice was high and offended, but also worried. I opened my mouth in shock, closing it soon after when his eyes almost welled with tears, shiny and deep whenever I looked in them, demanding an answer.
"I didn't want to, I just..." Gulping, I thought. Better now then never. "Can't face you." I closed my eyes and breathed in deep, slowly preparing myself to answer.
"Because...?" He trailed off, Rotxo's eyes had fear in them. For what I was unsure, but if I hid my feelings things would never progress.
"Because I love you. Rotxo. I see you." My hands subconsciously done the motion, looking up into his shocked eyes. They softened as he stepped closer to me.
"And I see you." His grip left my hand, instead going to my shoulders and leaning in close. I done the same, both of us closing our eyes, both our lips meeting in a sweet and shy kiss. Neither aware on how to do this, but both confident in our abilities as long as it was us. Together.
When we separated, I looked down.
"We were set up..." I awkwardly twiddled with my hands. "Tsireya and her dumb brother." I mumbled and crossed my arms, moving back two steps.
"Oh, I thought we were genuinely both searching for Apikalia." He chuckled, scratching the back of his head shyly when I laughed, moving his other hand down to hold my own. Both of our heads turned to the opening when someone awwd and another gagged.
"You two are so adorable." Tsireya held a hand over her chest in adoration, laughing loudly when I stuck my tongue out like a child.
"You're so gross." Ao'nung cringed at us. We both, embarrassed, realised we were still holding hands. Yanking my hand off and glaring daggers at the other boy.
"At least we have each other, what do you have?" I sassily crossed my arms over my chest, Rotxo held a hand over this mouth trying desperately not to laugh at him.
"They're not wrong-" Tsireya began teasing her brother but he playfully hissed at me and began leaving.
"Come on, they're expecting us and we're late, losers." Ao'nung chuckled when he heard me stomping over, jumping into the water and avoiding my playful slap to his head.
"He's right, let's go." Tsireya joined her brother swimming to the beach, I smiled and looked back to Rotxo who was shyly walking closer to me.
"So you want to hunt with me tommorow? I know you don't like hunting but, it's either you or Ao'nung." He shyly held his hand out, to which I took and grinned.
"Of course I'll join you, idiot. Don't think I'll be any good though."
The Sinister Six in my universe!
Some more information
Let me know if you want to know more! I'm tempted to write about general information about them, like how they grew up, what their relationships are to each other, etc, etc.
I'm still figuring things out, but I'd love to hear any suggestions!
Doctor Olivia Odell - Doc Ock / Doctor Octopus, a marine Biologist who hoped to bridge the gap between human and sea life, she was successful, but had to cross legal corners to do so, leaving her a criminal. Now, she does human and animal experiments to aid those who fund her in their criminal activity.
Age - 32
Norman Osborn - The Green Goblin, a man who was so obsessed with replicating his son's radioactive spider bite, and finding who murdered his wife, that he turned insane. His only thoughts filled with anxiety and primal defense. Both of his sons are now left with a dad too far away from his humanity to care for them.
Age - 47
Frederick Miller - Sandman, a hardened criminal, who, despite serving under corrupt men, only wants to provide for his daughter, even if that means permanently changing his biology and partnering with a sketchy doctor.
Age - 43
Marlene Diegel - Electro, an actor turned criminal after an 'accident' on stage, which leaves them with electrifying powers, and a lengthy criminal record. They were offered help, but by who? And why?
Age - 22
Miguel Dominguez - The Scorpion, a war veteran who jumped at the chance to get closure for his wife's murder, leaving him with a tail permanently infused to his lower spine. He never wanted this job, or to become a strange scorpion human hybrid, but if it'll aid the investigation, he doesn't mind.
Age - 45
Quinlan Blanchfield - Mysterio, a man so obsessed with theatre and illusions that he staged an incident that would permanently ruin the life of an actor, but, unfortunately for him, he was found out and now lives his life on the run, hiding his identity from everybody.
Age - 23
I have more! Like school friends, Spider-Man himself and Black Cat, but I'm reaching the limit of image postings, so ಥ_ಥ
Can I request headcanons for Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor react to his gn crush accidentally confessing to him?
Dammon, Rolan and Zevlor If Their Gender Neutral Crush Accidentally Confesses To Him Headcanons
Note(s) : The reader isn't Tav or durge they're just sort of a random person, I don't think the race is ever specified (correct me if I'm wrong) and neither are any described features or their class.
I'm not too knowledgeable of Dammon, Zevlor and Rolan's character in BG3 and I'm so sorry if the characters are wrong.
This is a mix of random general relationship headcanons as well as the random confession.
Dammon
He's all about outwardly caring for those he loves and he understands that love can come in many ways, he had a strong love for you before you had even confessed aloud, a mix of platonic and romantic feelings that he would showcase by doing tasks for you.
Whether he gained his crush first or you did doesn't matter in his eyes. What matters to him is that he doesn't know if you liked him back for quite a while, not until you had confessed that is. Dammon's not the type of man to make wild guesses about romance, even if you're more affectionate he doesn't think anything of it because some people are just like that with their friends and he thinks that it'd be presumptuous to assume.
He decides to eventually try and court you by making you small items or helping you as much as he could with his blacksmith job, things like necklaces, bracelets, maybe even armour, whatever you prefer, really.
Dammon isn't a fan of the typical Tiefling courting rituals, they're the same as humans but with violent and sarcastic speech, along with playful teasing and pushing their object of affection around. Of course, he won't judge if you do that to him, he can take teasing, but he much prefers to show his love through affectionate actions and words.
When you confess to him he gets more excited than embarrassed or flirty, he adores you and to know that you feel the same way as he does gets him a little giddy. He won't even realise that this could be embarrassing to you or even uncomfortable, straight away asking if you'd like to go on a date or be a couple. He does apologise after he realises how forward he's being though.
Rolan
In a relationship Dammon is very much someone who shows his love through acts of service, he'll craft things for you, help you with your job(s) and even just random tasks you might not want to or be able to do by yourself.
Sometimes he'll make random pieces of jewellery, he says that it doesn't matter if you want to wear them all the time, just as long as you like them. He accepts any gifts even if they're not something he likes, he can find a way to make it practical.
Dammon loves to tease you about your shy confession, in public and private. Unless you directly tell him you don't like it he'll randomly bring it up during conversation, when you're being cocky or teasing him it's an easy and fairly cute memory he can use to make fun of you.
Cooking is something that's interesting for the both of you, I don't think that he'd be too good at cooking or baking, not so horrible that he'll burn down a house, but not really good enough that you'd be able to have a lot of his food. Don't get him wrong, he'd love to learn, but he does prefer to have you cook while he gets ingredients and helps with any part of it that doesn't require anything that requires experience or talent in cooking.
His cuddles are very shifty, I don't think he likes to stay still for long and so you'll constantly be switching positions and he'll tend to play with your hair or hands if you let him. He might roll you around so you're laying on top of him, he's on top of you, you're sideways and hugging him, or he's hugging you, it generally just depends on how fidgety he feels on that day.
His kisses are short, he likes to give a small peck to your lips every few moments. Whether you're busy with your work or he is with his blacksmith work, then boom, kiss out of nowhere on your cheek or neck, he loves to catch you off guard and laughs whenever you get surprised by them.
Rolan personally doesn't do the typical tiefling courting strategy, of course he's sarcastic, but he's not going to be spewing out any violent speech when it's supposed to be a romantic hint to his feelings toward you.
His reaction would mostly depend on how it happened, and I can mainly see it going a few ways. Either A, you accidentally blurt it out during a conversation directly to him, or B, he overhears you talking about your love for him in some way, maybe going over a confession you're planning with a friend or you're just ranting about how much you like him.
If you blurt it out during conversation he's certainly surprised, but he is wondering if it's some sort of joke even if you're not that type of person. He will absolutely ask if Lyla or Cal put you up to this. Whereas if he overhears you he's much more likely to believe it's genuine, and he won't strut over while the other person is still there, he'll wait until you're done with the conversation and then strut over.
Whatever the way it happens, he will a hundred percent tease you about it. Nothing too heavy and it's mainly a ploy to confirm that you do in fact like him, just so he can make sure the situation is correct and he's not just assuming. He'll just outwardly say things like 'So, you have feelings for me?', 'a birdie seems to have told me about your feelings.', etc.
When you confirm you do in fact have romantic feelings for him he's over the moon, of course he won't outwardly show it and attempts to act suave, he's failing miserably and stumbles over one or two words at first, with false cocky arrogance and deepening his voice to try and make you more embarrassed than he is. Although, if you look down at his feet you can see that his tail is swishing back and forth.
In a relationship he's a mix between awkward and suave, he loves to tease you but if you tease back he gets huffy and storms off, not because he's angry, but because he's just so embarrassed. Especially if you do it around his siblings, Cal and Lia will help you make fun of him but he won't forgive you, unless you give him a kiss or gift him a new book and then it's history.
Rolan will sometimes remind you of how you so forwardly and awkwardly confessed to him to try and make you embarrassed, whether or not if you actually bite back or not doesn't matter, but he loves to do it when you flirt with him first. Oh, you think you've caught him off guard? Well, here's his ultimate trap card! Unless you're not embarrassed by it, then he's stuck trying to remember some other event that could make you embarrassed.
Zevlor
He's not too great at cooking but he can absolutely try for you, he's better at baking because of the strict step by step instructions, but for cooking where it mainly relies on taste and altering recipes he can struggle a little. Rolan does that cute thing if you like to cook or bake where he wraps his arms around you from behind and gives you a lil' kiss.
His cuddles are very 'bear hug' like, when you're spooning him he always asks you to wrap your arms around his waist and push yourself against him fully, he adores the closeness and comfort of it. When he's spooning you he does the same, arms around your waist, his face buries in your neck, making sure to position his horns away from your face. He prefers cuddling in bed and laying down rather than sitting up or on the sofa, the sofas smaller so it makes it harder to get comfortable in his opinion.
Rolan's kisses are always short and sweet, gentle and usually he'll give two or three pecks in a row because he can't get enough of you. Sometimes he'll kiss you for longer or more passionately, usually if one of you is upset or had a long day and just needs one another to relax.
So, Zevlor's not exactly the most confident or well sought after in the romance department. His age shows on his face and many people seem to be turned off by it, of course there's the whole issue with his past that many tieflings dislike him over, which they make painfully clear.
Although of course, one man's trash is another's treasure, that's where you come in. You both express interest in one another, if you don't catch on due to differences in culture, a general misunderstanding or complete obliviousness, that's up to you. But Zevlor does try to court you.
Regardless of the fact that he's single and has been for a while, he still values romance to some part. Even though it's not to the point that he actively wishes for a relationship or is miserable outside of one.
Overall, Tiefling courting rituals are similar to human courting rituals, but with a lot more grim gallows humor they use to cope with being shunned in most societies that you might not be comfortable with. In Tiefling spaces a common dark joke is 'The fastest way to a man's heart is to either make it laugh it up, or cut it out of him.' If you are a Tiefling, or perhaps from a culture or a specific race that has similar courting rituals to a Tiefling, then he will most likely just stick with what he'd normally say. Nothing too intense, but definitely things that would make a stranger unaware of these traditions to raise a brow.
If you're a non Tiefling he might try to dial back what he would typically do to court one of his own race, in his years he understands that many races or cultures will show love through kind actions, but for Tieflings, courting is all about sarcasm and being a bit more 'violent' verbally. But, if a Tiefling didn't like you then they wouldn't pick on you.
Many Tieflings in the grove are already, painfully so, aware of your little crush on the old Tiefling man. Whether it's because you've talked to them about it or because you're just so obvious, gossip can spread like a wild hellfire, everybody will know even if only one person does.
He most likely had one or two flings in his time, but to hear someone so suddenly admit that they have feelings for him is rather new, and, let me just say, I think he would have some clue before you even said it out loud. Zevlor would never outright think 'they love me', but perhaps would be under the impression that you admire him in some way, especially with how many tieflings try to hint to him that you do love him.
I don't think he would even attempt to court you if he didn't think you'd be at least a little interested.
Obviously if you're reading this you most likely want Zevlor to reciprocate your feelings and accept your confession, which he does, his confession back isn't blunt per se but he definitely gets his feelings across without mincing any words.
In a relationship he's a little awkward at first, but definitely not shy. It's mostly because it's been a while since his last lover but he also wants to make it work with you, but after a few weeks he really does begin to settle in. He'll suggest activities to strengthen your bond, like cooking meals for each other and the other tieflings, training with weapons or fighting styles either one of you might not be perfect with or against, and sometimes just taking a stroll around to admire nature.
Zevlor will adore it if you bite back with equal sarcasm, he is never outright rude, especially if he knows you can't handle it, but he does love a good playful back and forth.
I don't think Zevlor would ever tease you about your awkward and sudden confession in public, maybe with a few close friends of yours or his, but it's mainly when you two are alone and it's usually just if you tease him first. It's a fun little inside joke between you two that you can always find humor in.
Zevlor's great at cooking that can give you energy and also taste good with minimal ingredients, it's nothing spectacular that you can eat thousands of plates full of, but they're always able to give a pep in your step. He, however, isn't too good at baking, and so if you like to bake then he appreciates some lessons when either of you have the time.
I think he'd be rather awkward and stiff if you ever cuddle for the first few times, after a while he does learn what you both like and how to position himself to be comfortable for each other, but he feels very cumbersome especially if you're laying down. Zevlor prefers to cuddle on the sofa just sitting next to each other one arm around another's waist style.
His kisses are passionate and like the movies, that's the best way I can describe them. He wants you to know how much he loves kissing you and so he takes your breath away every time, if either of you are busy or in a rush he will give a small peck to your cheek as to not make you dawdle.
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Hi! I was wondering if i could request Mordecai Heller x gn reader dating hc’s?
Mordecai Heller GN dating Headcanons
Note(s) : Uh, so, I'm kind of going through a sexuality crisis while I write this, so the romance aspect is sort of lost, I'm sorry.
I think he'd most appreciate somebody who won't dance around subjects, he can't read emotions well and so people being coy just doesn't make any sense to him, he prefers somebody that's straightforward.
Mordecai is fairly demanding, but he doesn't mean it to be a dick, he just has preferences and won't be with you if you aren't them. He doesn't expect you to bend over backwards and only do things he likes, so he won't bend over backwards only doing things you like.
He'd frankly prefer you to have a style that's symmetrical and clothing that's clean and proper, if you can't afford that or have an unsymmetrical face or body, he tends to stare a lot and be more snarky towards you. Mordecai won't end the relationship over that, it just bothers him a little.
But he's more than willing to pay for symmetrical clothes, or just steal the clothes off of a corpse for you.
He wants to teach you how to use a gun, just so you can defend yourself in emergencies. Mordecai always keeps a gun hidden by your bedside table, just in case of a break in.
That is if you aren't already working for Asa / know how to use a gun already, in which case he's slightly less overbearing but will still insist on sharpening your skills a little.
You two may or may not live together, it just depends on what both of you are comfortable with. He definitely doesn't want to share a bed, he'd only want to sleep with you if it's a situation where you need to, or you just fall asleep from exhaustion on the couch or something.
You and him keep your relationship secret in case somebody could use it against you, but somehow, someway, Serafine and Nicodeme find out. Mordecai has no idea how, neither do you, they just... Did.
Serafine and Nicodeme tease you two about your relationship all the time, luckily never in public. Cheesy things like 'aww, you two look so cute together', just to see Mordecai's face drop, he's mortified whenever he sees the siblings and you happen to also be near.
If you two were together when he was working for Lackadaisy, I imagine that he was the one trying to convince you to leave for Marigold. Your relationship could end over this if you refuse to leave, and while he'll hesitate in killing you, he won't be afraid to shoot you in the leg if you end up on a mission against each other.
Mordecai doesn't like PDA at all, it makes him feel awkward and uncomfortable, especially in really crowded areas or where people who know him are. If you try to initiate a hug or a kiss he sort of just stands there in complete and utter disgust or begins hissing.
He's not cuddly or lovey dovey when you two are alone, either, he gives you a small kiss on the cheek if it's been a hard mission and you're injured, but it's a little stiff and he clearly only did it to make you feel better.
Mordecai is semi okay with hugging, it just depends on when and where, if you two are alone? Here, a quick side hug. If you're in a crowd? Don't even touch him he will probably transform into a ficus.
Surprisingly he's an alright dancer, just only when he's alone, and maybe if he's alone with you he can dance with you. He can appreciate the symmetry and beautiful hard work that goes into more classical dances, like ballroom dancing or ballet, but he despises the free form moves of things like Jazz, it's too liquid and unpredictable for him.
hii merry christmas! :3
may I request hybrid!cat reader with loki? (if you feel comfortable writing abt hybrids if not, just a reader who has feline like qualities and abilities)
I can just imagine them as cats curled up snuggling and purring it won't leave my mind
if you need more clarification or details feel free to ask but I don't mind if you don't wanna do this request 🫶
have a happy new year and a good day/night!
Note(s): Merry Christmas to you too and a happy new year! Even if I'm a little late to respond aha, much love to you anon for being my first Marvel Rivals request <3 I'm assuming you mean a reader who can transform into a cat, so that's what I wrote for. I had already begun writing before I could ask questions so I'm sorry if that's not accurate.
He's either such an asshole about it (affectionate), or surprisingly adorable.
If you transform around the house daily, even without him present, he has a nasty habit of just waltzing up to you and picking you up. Whether he then sits down with you on his lap, or simply does it to torment you changes with his mood. One second he's calling you a stupid animal, the next an adorable animal, and then he's practically unintelligible while praising you on his lap.
The two of you love to transform into cats and curl up next to a fireplace. Loki has found he feels more pliable and calm when in a cats body, although he doesn't like anybody but you touching him. Especially not petting him. The two of you have placed small cat beds all over your house, so the both of you can transform and then lay down and relax.
Speaking of, I think Loki would be some kind of a large, skinny shorthair cat. He'd be the kind of cat who looks really ominous and who you confuse for a piece of clothing in the dark, so there's a bit of silliness. Not to mention how, if you're in a humanoid form, he goes out of his way to try and torment you. Scratching and biting your ankles, stealing your food, he's a nightmare.
I do think that at least partly, you two can understand one another in cat form based primarily on body language and sometimes a vocal response, like hissing or meowing. Something Loki loves to do when you're both cats is randomly hit you out of nowhere, his slick black paw just baps you and then he's completely gone.
Loki's favourite pastime, even more than cuddling next to a fireplace, is to have you transformed and sat in his lap sleeping while he reads a good book. His fingers glide over your fur, scratching behind your ears, and sometimes he may even put the book down to coo at you for a few minutes.
I believe he would only allow you to put him in your lap or pick him up in cat form if you tell him it's because you want to appreciate and worship him, otherwise he feels it's insulting. If you praise him while doing it then absolutely feel free, carry him around, place him in your lap, you can even ask him to transform into his cat form just to do it and he will. But you must make him feel loved. Don't expect to start a task when you've begun loving him or he hisses and bites and scratches. Pay full attention to him and only him.
He's always joking that you need a bell collar, not exactly in a completely flirty way, more so in a majority demeaning and slight hint of flirty way. Especially if you're a more quiet person, he says it's so he can make sure where you are so you don't sneak up on him. If you think that's too far, he will stop, but don't expect his condescending nature to go away. That will never happen.
If your feline qualities happen to extend to things like being attracted to laser pointers, even while in a more humanoid form, he will absolutely use that to his advantage. Loki refuses to be anything less than obnoxious about it, he will use his powers to create a small point of light to attract your gaze, adoring the way your eyes go wide and follow it as if your life depends on it.
If you're weak willed, he will make you chase it by moving it around, cooing at how cute you are all the while. Of course this gets embarrassing and old fast, so you'd better develop some kind of residence to the cursed laser pointer.
Despite his teasing and mischievous nature, Loki helps you keep your fur well groomed. In his own way. He definitely knows how to take care of any type of hair, even animal kinds, and how to make sure they're shiny and soft and strong. But don't ever think that he'd get his hands dirty cleaning you himself. You, yourself, will do that, or he can get somebody else to. He, however, will not lifting a finger.
Hypocritically, he expects you to take care of him in cat form, and sometimes his Asgardian form, too.
"Come here." Loki purrs, coaxing you over with a single, curled finger, his lips twisted into that signature grin of his. But, whether you obey or not, he's the one who closes the distance, he's the one who kneels down to reach your height and holds a hand to your ear, poking one of them. It's an annoying feeling, there's nothing nice about being poked, especially when he does that with such an annoying look on his face. "They're a little awkward looking, aren't they?" He hums, chuckling at your huffed look.
Slightly confused, you meow, what would be a cute sound to anybody else Loki knows is you inquiring about the sudden interest in your feline features. You've had them ever since you've known him after all. But, he simply flicks you on the forehead. "Don't question me, mortal."