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#ANYWAY HAPPY READER BIRTHDAY lets GOOOO
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Listen, in honour of Kim Dokja's birthday I have to try and make a meta about it because why not?
And really just...aren't birthdays for fictional characters so interesting? Don't they act like a regression themselves? Where the character is in a state of continuation without really truly aging? Just like regression can represent reaching the end of a story and then going back to the beginning to read it again, regressions can shed light towards a fictional character's status in reality. They move on, have different stories told all the time, are ancient and always aging, are ageless and remain the same.
What was that welcome to night vale episode about lee marvin always celebrating his 30th birthday? Fictional characters are the same, aren't they? Except we really can't give them an age because which one would we be giving them? Their actual agein-story, the age reflected off reality?
Anyway what I'm saying is happy birthday Kim Dokja, I hope 300 years from now people are still celebrating your birthday. You have been trapped by a narrative and yet it's kindness offered you escape -
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selineram3421 · 1 year
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Could I request some platonic relationship headcanons of Angel Dust with an asexual reader? If you like the concept (cuz I haven’t seen this anywhere else) I would love some one shots too! Like reader’s 18th birthday, a comfort/reverse comfort scene. It would just make me so happy to see more asexual representation! I also just love the way you write the characters! (P.S. maybe we could get some cameos from the also-asexual Alastor? Could be a fun dynamic!)
Ace buddies, lets goooo!
Headcanons for Ace Reader
Platonic: Angel Dust X Ace Reader
You're both chill. Sometimes he'll flirt with you but you know its all jokes.
No judgement. He does his thing and you do yours.
You go shopping together a lot. Picking out each others outfits or helping each other find the right accessories.
He'll tell you about his day, leaving out the details that you don't wanna hear.
The first time you met Angel was behind the bar in the alley way. He was pretty beat up and looked like a kicked puppy.
"Here.", you offered him a bottle of alcohol.
"The fuck is this for?", he takes the bottle with a scowl. "Do I look like someone who needs handouts!?"
"No.", you take out a box of mints and quickly pop one into your mouth. "But you do look like you wanna forget. At least a little bit."
He doesn't say anything else after that, opening the bottle.
Then the spider wouldn't leave you alone, dubbing you his new friend.
You're my friend now. We're having soft tacos later. Lol.
He grows on you and eventually you both end up at the Happy Hotel.
There's days you don't mind his weird shit but you step in when it gets too far or hurts friends.
Kinda like now.
"What the fuck Angel!?", you say after dragging him off to the side while Charlie stepped out. "Why would you do that? Don't you want to try and get out of this dump?"
"We don't even know if this shit fucking works. Why not mess around a bit?", he says and continues sucking the popsicle.
You sigh and rub the side of your forehead. "Its worth a damn try. Messing around is only gonna keep you here."
"Listen to your friend asshole.", Vaggie said and sat down on the couch.
"I listen..sometimes.", Angel says and goes over to the moth demon. "It wasn't that bad anyway."
You have to hold back from punching the idiot, lifting up your hands to make a point with your fingers that touches your nose. "Angel, It was so bad I was cringing. I don't cringe unless I remember my middle school years from when I was alive."
Then things get weird..
Some guy in red shows up, smiles and laughs about the great depression. A whole musical number and then some casual destruction of an airship.
Totally normal.
At some point "Red", you started calling the Radio Demon, walks over and asks you a question.
"Excuse me if this is inappropriate but are you and the arachnid together?"
"Together?", you raise a brow. "Did you lie about not being interested in my friend?", you ask.
"No.", he says quickly and scrunches his nose a bit.
You laugh. "Ace, got it."
Angel, who was sitting next to you, gasps and places his lower hands on his hips. "Am I not good enough?", he says to you in a joking tone.
"Honey, please. I would rather eat dirt than sleep with you.", you stick your tongue out. "Bleh."
"I'll have you know my dic-"
You quickly cover your ears. "I don't wanna know!"
~
Why can I imagine Angel trying to gross out their friend with work stories?
I'll get around to that oneshot sometime.
~Seline, the person.
ML for Angel Dust🕸
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neerasrealm · 3 years
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Poly!nina x reader x toby, with a side of hurt-comfort? 👉👈
POLY NINA CONTENT LETS GOOOO. this was fun to do, I love these two and I ADORE poly requests so. great time. thank you racha very cool.
‘’Oh he’s gonna be so happy!’’ your girlfriend squeaks beside you as the two of you walk up the stairs to your apartment. You laugh, watching her hop along, ankle boots thumping and echoing down the hall. 
‘’They’re just donuts, Nina.’’ you murmur. 
She turns to you, grinning playfully, showing off colorful purple braces. ‘’Yeah, but they’re his favorite donuts,’’ she chides. ‘’Honestly, I thought you’d know that! No wonder I’m the favorite.’’ she huffs, looking away. 
You laugh again and poke her. ‘’You are not the favorite.’’
‘’Yeah I am!’’ she winks at you. ‘’I’m cute, chirpy, know all your favorite snacks aaaand….I have a better taste in fashion.’’
‘’Hey!’’ you gently smack her arm. ‘’Rude! I’m perfectly stylish! Just cuz I get all my clothes from the thrift store instead of ordering it all from your cute goth stores…’’ you pout and look away. Nina giggles and shifts the box of donuts so she can wrap an arm around you. 
‘’I’m kiddinggg...we both know who the favorite is.’’ she looks up at you. You crack a smile.
‘’Yeah...it’s Toby.’’
‘’It’s Toby!’’ Nina grins. You laugh and move away, grabbing the apartment keys from your pocket. Nina hops excitedly beside you, as hyperactive as ever. You unlock the door and step inside. Nina skitters past you, giggling quietly. You sigh and shake your head, smiling softly. ‘’Toby!’’ you hear her call. ‘’Baby, we’re home!!’’ Toby isn’t anywhere to be seen though, when you walk into the small living room. Odd. Usually, you can find him curled up on the couch watching cheesy reality shows or cooing at Prince Glubbles The Second, his pet axolotl. But no. There’s a distinct lack of boyfriend in the room. Nina huffs and shakes her head, putting the donuts down on the coffee table. ‘’Tobyyyy!’’ she strides past you and down the hall to the single bedroom in the apartment. ‘’You better not be napping again!!’’
You pad after Nina. ‘’Y’know he does have problems sleeping...maybe you should let him nap, Neen.’’ you murmur. She looks at you and cocks a brow.
‘’I’m just playi-’’ she stops mid sentence as a noise catches both of your attentions. Sniffling. Both of you recognise it immediately. Toby. You push past Nina and open the door, looking into the room cautiously. It’s dark, the curtains drawn. There are things scattered along the floor, and the wardrobe door has a hole punched into it. Curled up on the bed, you can see the outline of Toby, rocking back and forth slowly and chewing on his hand. 
You walk quickly into the room and over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. ‘’Toby?’’ you murmur. He flinches, head snapping to look at you. You reach over and pull his hand from his mouth. His fingers are bleeding. Badly. ‘’Hey...hey it’s okay, baby…’’ you whisper, voice as soft and comforting as possible. 
His eyes roll from you to Nina as she walks around to the other side of the bed and sits up beside him. He turns to her, and you intertwine your fingers with his bloody hand to keep him from biting it again. She reaches over, softly caressing his jaw. ‘’Hey sweetie…’’ her voice is as sweet and as smooth as honey. ‘’You okay?’’
‘’N-Ni-’’ his hand jerks, tugging yours with it and smacking into his jaw. Hard. you frown, but he doesn’t seem to even acknowledge it. ‘’Nina?’’ 
She nods. ‘’I’m here, I’m here, don’t worry,’’ she brushes hair from his face and leans in closer to him, pressing her forehead against his. Toby clicks his tongue, trying to calm himself. ‘’Where are we, hm?’’
You climb onto the bed next to Toby, snuggling up by his side. He sniffles. ‘’H-home, right?’’
‘’And where’s home?’’
He looks around for a few moments, as if trying to confirm where he is. ‘’In- in an apartment...away from- from the woods.’’
‘’Good...and what’s your name?’’
‘’Toby- T-Toby Erin Rogers.’’ you kiss his cheek as he answers. It seems to make him relax more.
‘’How old are you?’’ Nina continues with the questions. 
‘’Ni-Nineteen.’’ 
‘’Actually it was your birthday two months ago.’’ you correct him softly. He glances at you and smiles a tiny bit.
‘’R-right...I’m twenty.’’ he nods.
‘’And where is The Operator?’’ Nina asks. He clicks a few times. You cuddle up against him some more.
‘’...dead.’’ he eventually replies. ‘’Right?’’ 
Nina nods. ‘’Right. Everything’s over baby...it’s just the three of us now.’’
Toby sniffles and nods. His face scrunches up several times and more tears prick his eyes. You squeeze his hand and rub his shoulder. Nina scoots closer to his other side, squeezing him between the both of you. She shushes Toby gently as he sobs, occasionally making a clicking noise or muttering a random phrase. It’s warm, with the three of you curled up here. Toby eventually sniffles as his sobs begin to subside. You look at him, taking in his features. Pale skin, his face scarred in several places and his nose slightly crooked from a fight he got into while working as a proxy. You can see his crooked teeth through the gash in his cheek, and his usually bright green eyes seem dull, clouded from the tears. Despite all the scars and the dirt, he’s still beautiful. 
Toby pulls his hand away from yours, instead wrapping both his arms around the two of you. You and Nina curl up close, draping yourselves over him. You listen to his breathing. Slow, calm breaths to help relax him. You hand finds Nina’s, fingers intertwining over Toby’s chest. It’s quiet, the only noise being Toby’s breathing, sniffles and the occasional verbal tics. You look over at Nina, meeting her dark eyes. She smiles and squeezes your hand. She feels soft, gentle as a summer breeze despite everything she’s been through. Despite everything she’s still there, her smile as soft and warm as it’s ever been. Toby is still there. Stronger now but still gentle, still lovingly hugging you both. You shift, pulling Nina’s hand over and kissing it before moving up and pecking another onto Toby’s jaw. He hums softly and looks down at you. His smile is soft, and the look he gives you is adoring. You smile at him, then look over at Nina again.
‘’So...you guys hungry?’’ you finally ask. Toby sits up quickly, making you laugh. 
‘’We got donuts! Your favorite flavor too!!’’ Nina chirps, her hands flapping excitedly. You laugh again, both at her excitement and the wide, goofy grin that curls up Toby’s face. 
‘’Well ya should’ve told me that sooner!’’ he crawls past you, practically throwing himself off the bed. He turns and grins at you both, then holds out a hand to you. You take it and let him yank you off the bed. You turn, catching Nina’s gaze. She’s smiling wide, eyebrows furrowed softly, but still affectionate. Toby tugs you again. ‘’C’mon!’’
You turn back to him and grin. ‘’Okay, okay, geez.’’ you shake your head playfully as you follow him out of the room. ‘’What is with you guys and donuts anyway?’’
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elatedmarvel · 7 years
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Friday
Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: Something important happens in your relationship with Steve on different days of the week
Warning: is pregnancy a warning?, implied smut, a swear word
A/N: Happy almost birthday Steve Rogers! I thought it was super fitting to put this up today. Thank you so much for reading! ~J
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The alarm on your phone went off again. You forced yourself to look at the little stick you were holding in your hands, a plus sign showing clear as day. Smiling, you place them with the other 5 you had taken. 6 pregnancy tests all state that you were pregnant. You look at yourself in the mirror. Other than the fact that your eyes were puffy from joyful tears, you look unchanged. You laid a hand on your unshowing stomach and your smile grew even wider. Your engagement ring and wedding ring glimmering back to you in the mirror, you started to cry again. Growing up, you had loved children and babysitting but were never sure you wanted children of your own, until you met Steve. The rings and the little bundle of joy growing in you all symbols of how much you loved him.  
Carefully taking the 6 pregnancy tests, you place them in a ziplock bag and put it under folded sweaters in your closet. No one would go looking under there in July you thought. You wanted to wait for the perfect moment to tell Steve. Brushing the tears out of your eyes as you hear the front door open, you quickly run out of the bathroom and to your husband’s arms.
“Hi” you breath in his comforting scent.
“Hi back” he murmurs into your hair. “You look really happy today.”
“I am” you grin at him “I have a wonderful husband and a great life.”
“Are you high?” he chuckles. You’re always happy to see him, but never this soppy.
You giggle and hit his bicep. “No silly, just really really happy”
He eyes you for a moment before he pulls you toward him and kisses you. “Whatever you say darlin’”, and releases you to freshen up before dinner.
“What do you want to do for your birthday?” you ask as you swallow bite.
“Nothing, I just want to spend a day with my loving wife” you roll your eyes.
“Ok, but how about we go to Tony’s beach house and have a barbeque with the team? We should at least celebrate your birthday. It’s your last one before…” you drift away as you realize that you haven’t told him about the baby yet.
“Before what (Y/N)?” he looks at you with concern again.
“Before your next one” you squeak. You curse yourself for not being able to lie smoother. What was the point of being a highly trained assassin if you couldn’t even come up with something better.
He looks at you for a moment, you know you have guilt written all over your face so you avoid eye contact.
“Yeah. Sure. That sounds fine” he draws out as you hop up to clean the dishes. Thankful to be able to have your back turned from him.
The following days before July 4th, you walk around on eggshells with Steve. Trying to be normal, but it kills you to keep a secret like this. You often find yourself about to expose the secret, and so you avoid conversation as much as you can. Finally, it’s the day. A couple of hours and he’ll know and you won’t have to be scared of accidentally telling Steve.
“Happy Birthday Captain” you tease as you walk into the room with his favorite pancakes, eggs and bacon, and fresh squeezed orange juice.
He grumbles for a second before sitting up in bed and smiling. “I have the perfect wife” he smiles and pulls you down for a hug.
“I know” you breath before you kiss him. Before you can get up, he pulls you closer to him and deepens the kiss. By the time you guys eat the breakfast you made, it’s cold.
“Steve lets goooo” you whine, you just want to get set up at the beach house and take a nap before the festivities.
Steve jogs down the stairs with his duffle bag in tow and kisses you on the forehead. “Let’s get going then” and tries to take your duffle from you.
“Wait!” you shout, realizing that you had left all the presents in the closet. “I forgot something” you holler as you run back up the stairs.
Going to your closet, you slip the bag of goodies from under your pile of sweaters and into your bag. “What was that?” Steve asks.
“Holy crap Steve you scared me!” you gasp as you double over.
“What is that (Y/N)?” he tries again, looking a little upset.
“I-it’s your b-birthday present” you stutter out, technically not lying.
You can tell he doesn’t believe you, but he turns out of the room and back to the car anyways.
The entire way to the beach house is filled with silence. You don’t want to ruin the surprise so close to when you had planned but you can tell Steve is angry. Finally you pull into the driveway and make your way up to your room.
“Let it go babe” you try and soothe while stroking his arm as you both settle your things in the bedroom. He doesn’t say anything, but pulls away. You sigh and look out the window, you hope that tonight will clear everything up.
“I know you got me a record player with all my favorite albums for my birthday.” he cooly slips. You turned to look at him in shock. “I saw it in Bucky’s suitcase last night and he told me it was from you.” he says, answering your question.
You nervously play with your fingers, trying to decide whether or not to tell Steve now or continue waiting.
“It is you birthday present Steve” you say in a small voice, uncertain where to go with this.
“Bullshit (Y/N), we both know you’re hiding something. And if you don’t want to be with me anymore or you’ve found happiness somewhere else I get it. But, please do not spare my feelings just because it’s my birthday.” he spits out and glares at you.
It takes a minute for you to process what he had just said. “You think I’m cheating on you?” you barely breath out as you start to feel your lungs constrict.
“You were being more affectionate with me than normal, which I liked. But then you stopped talking to me, and when you did you always seemed like you had something you were hiding. You slipped out a couple of times and came back with this big smile on your face. What else am I supposed to think?” he somberly stares at you now.
You’re so stressed and tired from keeping the secret that you burst out laughing. To which you earn another a glare from Steve. “I’m not cheating on you, you idiot” you laugh again and go to your duffle bag. You pull out the bag that was hidden away and give it to him.
He eyes you carefully, before you nudge it towards him again. “Open it Rogers or so help me god” you start.
Carefully, he dumps out the contents of the bag onto the bed. His eyes pop out of his head as he sees a pacifier, a onesie, a bottle, and a blanket all with his emblem on them. His eyes then land on the 6 positive pregnancy tests in the ziplock bag and now his lungs feel constricting.
“Y-y-you’re….” he starts but he can’t seem to find his voice.
“I’m pregnant.” you state, trying to help him.
He subtly nods his head as he continues to stare at the baby products.
“You ok there Rogers” you smirk. It takes a lot to shell-shock Steve and you wish that you had gotten this reaction on film.
“So… This was part…” and you can tell that his voice doesn’t work anymore.
“Yes. This was technically part of your present. I was going to give it to you tonight, but then you went and accused me of cheating.” you chucked, now finding this hilarious since Steve has still yet to fully recover. Suddenly he turns and you can see the tears in his eyes.
“I’m going to be a dad” he whispers as he reaches out and wraps himself around you, kissing your forehead, nose, and then lips. You nod as you feel tears forming and the let out a shaky laugh, “Surprise?”.
He now laughs and looks you in the eyes. “This is the best present ever, I’m so sorry for thinking you cheated on me.”
“It’s ok, besides I’m not sure if the baby is yours or my boyfriend’s” you smirk up at him. He chuckles and shakes his head at you, leaning down for another kiss. He then falls to his knees and lifts up your shirt and presses kisses to your stomach.
“Hi baby. It’s your daddy. I love you so so much. You and your mom, it’s all I ever wanted and more.” he whispers to your tummy and you hold his hands that were on your sides as happy tears slip down your face.
He looks up at you with a stunning smile, “This is the best birthday I could ever have”.
8 months later, on a warm March Friday, you sit with your baby James and Steve wrapped in the same blanket you had given Steve on his birthday.
“I can’t stop looking at him” you sniffle, voice sore from screaming during labor.
“He’s perfect” Steve whispers as he presses a kiss to your temple. “Thank you for the best birthday present ever.”
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