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angel-of-the-moons · 7 months

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can you do some bratty reader x johnny cage :33 need him so bad 😭

HELLS YEA I CAN

(Also because it wasn't specified which Johnny, I'm gonna go with MK1 because the things I would do to with this man--)

Bad Kitten

Johnny Cage x Bratty!Fem!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, SMUT, bratty!reader, bit of a dom!Johnny (but not much), pool sex, teasing, fingering, edging, orgasm denial, dirty talk

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

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Being Johnny Cage's girlfriend had its perks.

Living in Malibu in his gorgeous mansion was one of them. As well as having a bomb ass pool that went all the way inside the house, too.

It was no biggie to pop in for a swim whenever you wanted to engage in your "fish instinct brain" that Johnny called it. In fact, when Johnny couldn't get a hold of you while he was on set, or you weren't answering he knew he could find you floating in the pool, one of your favorite shows playing on the TV nearby as you lazily kicked your feet about in the water.

You were a bombshell, a true prize, Johnny would tell everyone.

But the one thing that confounded him the most, was your bratty and playful personality. You were a smartass, a bit of a prankster, and a maddening tease.

An intoxicating cocktail that he couldn't resist (and found stupidly sexy).

But sometimes... You needed some reminding as to who you were playing with. And right now was one of those times.

He crossed his arms as he looked down at you, his shoes just inches from the edge of the pool, his expensive silk shirt wet and damp from where you splashed him, soles squeaking on the expensive tile.

"C'mon, Kitten..." He said, crossing his arms over his chest, frowning down at you, a bite to his tone.

"Because of you, I have to go change now. We're gonna miss our reservations."

"So?" You grin up at him, doing a lazy backstroke, thrusting your chest up out of the water so your breasts were on display, your bikini top leaving little to the imagination.

You could see his Adams apple bob in his throat as he licked his lips. You couldn't see his glasses behind his shades, but you knew damn well what he was looking at.

"Baby, c'mon..." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Nah. Fish brain demands water." You laugh, kicking your foot out and splashing water onto his shoes, causing him to step back with a sputter.

Somewhere along that time, Johnny slipped on the water you'd splashed earlier, landing flat on his ass and sending his glasses skittering across the floor.

"All right, that's it!" Johnny growled, moving to get back on his feet.

"You are in for--" He was cut off when your bikini top came flying at him and hit him square in the face.

His mouth dropped open when he looked at you, the setting sun casting fiery colors on the water, reflecting up onto the walls in a mystical array of patterns, the light of the sunset illuminating around you as you spun in the water, a cheeky grin on your face as your breasts freely bobbed in the water.

"In for what, baby?" You purr, sticking your tongue out at him. "Gotta catch me if you wanna get your point across..."

Johnny gave you a grin that sent a thrill down your spine, and he started pulling his clothes off.

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"I'm soo-oo-rrr-rrryyy!" You whimpered, squirming to get free from his relentless grasp.

"Nope. Nuh-uh." Johnny said casually, as he rolled and pinched your clit between his thumb and forefinger. Your bikini bottoms had long since been untied, floating somewhere in the pool.

He had been at it for nearly an hour and a half. Your bodies were already pruning, but that didn't stop him.

"You got my floor wet, Kitten." Johnny sighed in your ear as he gave you another pinch, his other arm wrapped firmly around your waist, keeping your back pinned to his front.

"Got my clothes wet, made us miss our dinner reservation..." He rolled your clit beneath his water-wrinkled thumb.

"Made me drop my glasses, too. If those lenses are scratched... Well." He grinned into the skin of your shoulder.

"This is what happens to bad pussies, you know. You gotta learn your actions have consequences, babe."

You groaned at his crude metaphor, and made a shaky moan. Your throat was dry and scratchy, your tongue feeling like sandpaper from your whining, squealing, and moaning you'd done since he started this torture.

You felt the flames of your orgasm, so close to completely engulfing you, and you felt your heart speed up again at the promise of release.

But Johnny? Oh, he knew your body like that back of his hand, by now.

He knew how to read you the way a blind man reads a book written in braille; and he was always eager to study when it came to you.

And that, is precisely why he stopped, merely tapping his finger on your engorged clit, sighing as you thrashed, a needy sob coming from you as water splashed around you, your legs kicking weakly in protest.

"Johnny!" You cried, tears burning in the corners of your eyes.

"Mmm?" He hummed innocently, still tapping your clit in a way that was just pure torture, each point of contact sending lightning bolts striking up through you.

You could feel the hardness of his cock was pressed firmly against your ass, yet Johnny seemed perfectly content to ignore it in favor of driving you to the brink of insanity with just his fingers.

"God--just--fucking--" You cry, throwing your head back.

"Hey, now, keep talking like that and I'm gonna make sure you never get off." Johnny grinned at you, kissing your cheek.

"Johnny, I'm sorry--" You hiccuped pathetically. "Just please!"

"Please what, baby?" He cooed.

"Fu--please. Please please pleasepleaseplease let me cum."

"Aaaaaand?" He chuckled, swiping at your clit again.

"I'm sorry I got you wet!" You sobbed. "Ah-and--and made us miss d-dinner!"

"That's my girl! Knew you could do it!" He encouraged with a kiss to your shoulder.

When he pulled his hand away from your, you whined, thinking that he was messing with you and wouldn't give you the relief he had been teasing you with and yanking out of your fingers.

But when he spun you around and started to grind his cock against your folds in the water? You felt your mind get foggy with the promise of having his cock fuck you into oblivion.

"Been wanting to fuck you in the pool for a while." He grunted as you blindly reached down to line him up, sinking down so the tip of his cock popped into your aching hole.

Johnny tipped his head back with a deep groan that rumbled in his chest as you speared yourself down, nails biting into the wet skin of his shoulders, sliding down to leave deep red grooves in the skin.

"Goddamn, Kitten. You're so tight."

"Ah, god--fuck." You whine, desperately trying to get into a rhythm that you could settle into.

But it was hard. The slickness of the water made it difficult; awkward and hard to find purchase. You were getting frustrated now, and made an angry whine.

Johnny chuckled tightly and took pity on you, his feet planting on the tiles of the pool below (thankfully you were on the shallow end, right now) as he grabbed your hips.

He used the water to help him move you as he arched his back, thrusting up into you with vigor.

You squealed and doubled over as he rammed himself in mercilessly.

When he tipped his hips up in a certain way, your mind went blank with the white-hot pleasure that sparked in your blood. The flames of your orgasm that Johnny had been edging from you finally combusted, engulfing you in the choking flames with a frayed wail; your muscles clamping down on his cock as you wrapped your arms around his neck, sniffling from the overstimulation as he continued to slam up into you, his arms caging you against his chest.

"Fuck, so good for me, baby." He hissed through clenched teeth.

"Doing so. Fucking. Good." He grunted, punctuating each word with a harsh snap of his hips.

"Johhhnnnnyyyyy..." You mewled as his dick dragged in and out of your gummy walls.

"Fuck!" He rolled his eyes back with a deep moan, swallowing hard.

He knew he was going to cum soon, he never lasted long when you were this worked up and tight.

But damn, was it fun to work you up.

Johnny made a whimper in your ear before taking the lobe between his teeth, biting down as his orgasm started to crest.

He had the mental acuity enough to pull out before he started to cum, milky white ropes spurting out of his swollen and achy tip, lazily wafting about in the waves that splashed around the two of you.

You both almost collapsed, letting the push and pull of the water ease your muscles.

"...Im thinking we should order out tonight." Johnny grinned at you.

"Up for some Chinese?"

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 11 months

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hi, i have a miguel request! love your writing and thank you so much for taking on all these requests ♥️

miguel knows reader has a crush on them because he can hear their heart picking up everytime they're close and he likes them to. they're cordial and friendly with each other because the reader wants ro respect miguel's boundaries and miguel's not sure reader would want to be with someone that has his baggage. however he can't help but be a little touchy with them somtimes (little things - like moving them out of his way with a gentle hand on the waist, webbing their chair and pulling them closer to show them something, standing a little too close when they talk or picking something from a higher shelf from RIGHT behind them) he feels guilty and like an ass too because he knows the effect he has on reader but isn't (planning on) acting on it. (reader is also quite professional, except for the occasional blush there's no other indication that they like miguel, no one would really know if it wasn't for their superpowers) they are also not a spiderperson so miguel is extra hesitant to get involved with a regular human.

this is until reader and him are in a compromising situation where they're hiding or sneaking around for some mission and miguel puts his hand over reader's mouth on instinct in the middle of them talking when he senses someone nearby and hisses something vaguely authorative (maybe like quiet down now or shut up works too) and they're already pressed together agains a wall (miguel's protecting reader in case things go south) he not only hears their heart pick up but senses that they're aroused too and he can't really stay professional anymore :))

I'm so sorry this is so long!! please forgive me 😭

love you and hope you're taking care of yourself in the midst of being so damn talented and dedicated to all this writing!

hii!! this so effing cute!?? and the ideas you gave- just mwah. you’re so incredibly sweet, thank you and love you!! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

will they, won’t they

miguel o’hara x fem!reader

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There was an unspoken thing between you and Miguel, a feeling of uncertainty as if there's something often left unsaid. You and Miguel had a professional yet, flirtatious dynamic— a connection filled with friction, tension and longing.

You liked Miguel, you liked him a lot, but you were proficient. You knew better than to give into a silly little work crush, especially one that is unlikely to be reciprocated. You hid your desire for him well, concealed every reaction when he'd enter a room, every giggle when he'd ask you about your day. It wasn't always easy to disguise your feelings, sometimes your body would betray you, and you'd blush or smile when he looked your way.

Miguel was often an enigma to you. He could be so distant and cold, yet so tender and sweet. He would show little gestures and remarks that were tricky not to overthink. He would frequently lay a gentle hand on your lower back to get past you or web your chair to bring you to him. Moments when Miguel stood so close behind you, his torso would be flush to your back as he'd help you reach from a high shelf, or times when his gaze would flicker to your lips in the midst of conversation. He'd do seemingly little and harmless things that often confounded you. It felt like he was battling his feelings and instincts, which ultimately made it confusing for you.

You were unsure where you stood with him. Some days he'd be touchy and flirty and on others, bitter and uninterested. You knew Miguel had a troublesome past, so you were patient. You were aware of the struggles he had gone through, and you understood why he was so hesitant when initiating something new.

So today, when you two were assigned to go on a mission to another dimension, you were naturally wary about the situation. You and Miguel have never been on a task together, so you were uncertain how he would act when it was just the pair of you, what version of himself he would be.

Unfortunately for you, he was back to his cold self. Frankly, you were sick of being left astray and you wanted to express it.

"What is your problem?" you ask, emphasising your frustration. "You won't even say two words to me— Miguel?" you frown, chasing after his long strides. "What's your issue with me?" you ask, eyes squinting.

He avoids your questioning, continuing his quickened pace down the dark streets of Brooklynn. "I haven't got one," he mumbles, looking over his shoulder to you before resuming his visual assessment of the area.

"Miguel," you repeat, speaking louder and more agitated, tugging on his arm, trying to halt him. "There clearly is,"

"Can you not talk for a second," he murmurs, keeping his eyes glued ahead.

"Don't tell me to shut up,"

"I didn't. I told you to stop talking," Miguel's features pull together in annoyance, stalking towards you, gripping your arm.

"What are you doing?"

"Shut up," he repeats, his eyes firm as he pulls you into the nearby alley, immediately caging you against the wall. "Just— quiet, please," he says softly. He covers your mouth, holding his palm over your chin, muffling your words as he stares down at you. His eyes are vigilant and gallant, almost like he's trying to protect you. "Just shush one second," he whispers, leaning to your ear.

At that moment, you knew your gag was up. Your heart was wildly thumping in your chest, and you knew Miguel was aware of the effect he had on you. He didn't need to say anything— his cocky expression told you all you had to know.

"They gone?" you muffle in his palm, looking up at him eagerly.

He nods once, keeping his hand over your mouth, gazing down at you with lustful eyes. "They're gone," he whispers, slowly sliding his hand to your jaw, cupping your face upwards. "They're gone, querida." (darling) Miguel says quietly, his voice hoarse as he leans in, hesitantly brushing your lips with his like he was debating with himself.

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darylsfavoritegirl · 4 months

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hey pookies

Summary: Yall remember that episode where Daryl and Beth stay in this cabin after losing the prison (season 4, ep 12 to be exact) and thet play games like i have never.... and spend such a quality time and it's one of my fav episodes EVER! so it's fem!reader and Daryl but they play truth and dare and sort of open up about their feeling towards eachother because they're again friends with benefits lmao but it gets tense somehow👀😭😭 they find themselves in the midst of an argument etc etc and it goes on

This was requested by @duffmckagansbandana but ive also been fantasizing about this idea forever!! kalp kalbe karsiymis eheheheh

Warnings: Daryl being a dick because he is drunk and kinda slutshames the reader. Daryl grips the reader's wrists and it kinda hurts (?) a little bit of suggestive content. mentions of domestic violence/abuse

You held a glass of moonshine that Daryl found when you entered the wooden cabin. You were observing him securing the cabin incase something would occur.

"Looks secured enough to me." You mumbled spiritlessly. You took a sip of your moonshine as Daryl turned to you with a weary gaze.

"Ya really think dis the best time to get hammered?" He uttered in an evident blaséd tone. You ignored his question as he went back to securing the walls, windows. You wanted him to join you, drink booze with you, speak with you. The glass in your hand got warm before you could even consider to drink one more.

You observed his biceps flexing as he was fixing a hole on the wall. He was finally done. He turned to you, took a deep breath. You could see the sweat droplets on his forehead. His sleeveles black tshirt had damp spots around the neckline.

"You went the extra mile there." You said, failing to hide the waggish smirk bearing your face. He didn't respond to your statement but you saw the curls of his lips going upward.

He sat across you on the floor. His eyes were glossy, faint. You smiled softly as you poured him some moonshine. He gaped at you, anticipating you to stop. It was moonshine after all, God knows how long it had been sitting in this junk.

"Hey slow down." He uttered thinking you were gonna gulp down it yourself.

You saw his eyes following your motions when you passed the glass of moonshine to him.

"What? It's for you."

He didn't look at the glass once, his eyes were fixated on you

"Someone's got to keep watch." He spoke

You rolled your eyes in a cheeky way.

"No harm in drinking one glass."

"Go on." you added. Your eyes were pointing the dusty glass that was infront of him.

He gave in. He put the glass near his nostrils, sniffing the drink before taking a sip.

"That's a real drink right there." You said in a jolly tone.

" 's warm." He grumbled. He enjoyed drinking with you. The way you looked so content only made him cheer inside.

"Meh tha's a drawback." You said. You were popeyed. He couldn't deduce the basis of your zeal, yet he didn't question it furtherly.

You two spent a few minutes there, studying the cabin, studying each other when you decided to come up with something.

"You up for playing truth or dare?" You said in a hush that only left Daryl with a confounded face.

"What? Like kids?" He tittered lightly.

"You got a better idea?" You said with a significance of rebelliousness in your voice. You glared at him, waiting for a response.

"I'm worried about the others too but we can't spend this time just stressing one another." You muttered, avoiding an eye contact with him as you looked down at your drink and tapped the glass with your index and middle fingers. It was the reality. You were worried about the others, maybe even too much. However the best thing you could do at the moment was to hope for their well-being until you and Daryl started looking for them. He must've read your mind, he always did.

"Fine. Yea go first." He mouthed. Your mood shifted into a cheerful one by with just 4 words coming from him. You leaned forward slightly.

"Truth or dare." You queried. He leered at you in a gloomy way. You knew he was gonna end up savoring the game, one way or another in spite of feeling childhish at that moment.

"Truth.'' His tone barely above whisper.

You both took a sip from your drinks consecutively whilst you went on a ride in your head to come up with something to ask.

"What was your first impression about me?" You asked, not being able to hide the eagerness in your voice.

His eyes watched you cautiously. His gaze shifted somewhere else, trying to reckon the first day you met. A subtle smirk appeared on his face.

"Thought yea wer' cocky. Too cocky, even." He scoffed softly. You both stayed in quietude to remember the very first day you encountered with eachother. You chuckled.

"That was my coping mechanism. Confidence."

"Cocky." He opposed you in a childish manner, his eyebrows furrowed lightly at you.

You leered at him for a minute. You knew he was also thinking the first days when they took you in. You were drawing too much attention to yourself, pretty much everyone thought you'd be dead in a fortnight, though you didn't.

You sighed. Neither of you enjoyed thinking about any day in prison, it ached you in deep down. Neither of you could envision what your next move should be, spending this time in a wooden cabin in the middle of the woods didn't make it any better. You were in the midst of a chaos and it felt as if all your efforts were in the aim of lightening your agony.

Daryl reached for the moonshine jar that was sitting near you. He started pouring himself another drink. He almost filled the glass to the brim, peeking at you clandestinely incase you'd tried to stop him. You caught his leer and softly shrugged your shoulders indicating that you didn't mind.

He leaned against the wall of the cabin as he grunted. He took a big sip from his drink. You heard his gulp, the booze going down from his gullet. You couldn't help but chuckle at the sound, maybe you chuckled a little more than necessary. Gosh, you were getting lit; you thought to yourself.

Daryl guzzled up his second drink in less than a minute and poured himself another.

"Easy." You managed to say between your slowly-fading chuckles.

"And it's your turn." You hinted.

"Truth." You uttered without him having to ask.

He clattered an "Ahh." sound between his sips to imply he was notioning for a question. His eyes were locked on the ceiling, thinking, you glimpsed at his narrow, blue eyes. His gaze met with yours.

" 'S there sumthing ya didn't tell me 'bout the person ya wer'?" You looked dumbfounded, not catching what he could've meant by that. He must've read you like an open book. He scoffed " 'Fore all dis. 'Fore the world went to shit."

You couldn't fathom his question. He knew so much about you. He knew about your family that you stopped seeing after you moved to USA. He knew about your favorite childhood cartoons. He knew about your days as a school girl. He knew how you ended up in Georgia. He knew so much about you. Although he had never been the type to corner you with your life before the apocalpyse, you acknowledged that there must've been a lot of things you didn't tell him whether it was due to your choice or you never felt the need to do so.

"Yes." You said in cynicism. He remained silent. It was rather explicit that he wanted to investigate more; that he wanted you to elaborate.

Yet, you didn't. If he wanted to know more about you, he should've asked you more bluntly. You didn't avoid his piercing gaze. You could feel your nerves and brain going number with your increasing sips from the moonshine.

"I'm pretty sure there are atleast dozens of things I haven't told you about the person I once were."

He echoed a nonchalant glare. You, once again remained silent. You knew he'd always turn into an impossible and preposterous person to read whenever drunk. You questioned yourself. You questioned if this was a good idea after all.

He sighed. His eyes were narrower than before. He is getting wasted, you thought to yourself. You shifted your position wretchedly, grabbing your drink with both hands. You tried to put a constrained smile on your face.

The silence was unbearable so you spoke up. Your voice was raucity.

"So truth or dare?" You asked.

He gazed at you with a piercing look. You played the game not more than 5 minutes and the air had already started to feel stuffy due to intensity between you two. You couldn't understand why.

"Truth." He grunted involuntarily. He was only playing the game to pass time, to investigate and even corner you. His gaze was stern. Your smile faded away lightly. You thought of asking something private, asking something that was just about you two. Before you could even debate on that idea, you uttered

"Have you ever seen me as someone more than this?" You got hot. The alcohol was hitting you. You couldn't think clear, you spoke before giving it a second thought. You could feel your cheeks blushing. Your cheeks would never blush out of embarrassment nor humiliation. They would always blush when you did something extra, futile, stupid.

You didn't need to elaborate it. He knew exactly what you meant. He knew you had been wondering if he ever thought of you more than an appealing teammate whom he'd share a warm bed now and then. He had asked similiar questions to himself, always leaving them unsettled. He didn't want to give in, ever. He had to have a demenour where he wouldn't let anyone get too close. That was Daryl. Those were the obstacles he'd build towards anybody. You lifted your head only to meet his blue eyes. Daryl spoke the second he locked his eyes on yours.

"Ain't much of a world to keep your mind busy with that kinda stuff." He grunted. You got even hotter inside of your head.

"So, no?" You gawked.

"Didn't say dat." He looked at you with blank eyes. He didn't even get defensive whilst you were going nuts and trying your hardest to not make it plain. It was the intoxication. You were never like this. It was safe to say you did care about his feelings but you weren't a fool. You knew exactly how he'd close up, how well he'd hide in his shell.

"OK. It's your turn." You huffed as you darted away your eyes. Your temper highly depended on booze at the moment. You didn't need him to think that your mind was way too preoccupied with his words, the words that came out of his mouth with such ease. You hated the power he had on you sometimes.

He grunted with vexation as he shifted his position and leaned against the wall a bit more. Daryl rested his elbows on his knees, swinging his glass that had a little drink left in it in a motion. He kept eyeing you, so did you.

It was apparent that you both were bored to death, yet no one put forward the idea to stop it.

"Ya ever think 'bout the old world?" He grunted.

You raised your head, his eyes were squinting right at you.

"Didn't say truth." You hissed.

"Ya ain't gon' say dare neither."

"Right." You mumbled. He was biting on his pinky's nail out of lack of interest.

"Don't do that." You said as you grimaced.

"Ya gon' answer?" He insisted, his brows were slightly furrowed as he, not surprisingly, kept biting on his finger nails.

This game was all about you two finding something to bicker. You sighed. You were not looking at him but you could feel his eyes roaming all over you.

"Sometimes."

"Wish I could go back to those times." You whispered looking at the floor. Daryl's face darkened. You knew his life before the fall wasn't the greatest and perhaps this new world of silence, isolation was a jackpot for him. You caught his leer. Both of you remained in serenity.

You took a sip from the moonshine and asked the first thing that came to your mind.

"OK Daryl. Have you ever stolen something? like something big?" You begged with wide eyes. Only his eyes made you question yourself and your foolish question.

He kept swinging the glass in a slow motion as he narrowed his eyes at you. He wasn't offended. He wasn't angry.

"Ya know I didn't." He remarked. You sensed a sense of sorrow in his eyes yet you didn't step back, you never could when you were drunk.

"That's what you told me." You spoke, emphasizing the word "told" as if you were making it obvious that you didn't believe him. You kept your wide-eyed gaze. An undertone of exhilaration was on the surface of your voice.

"And after all, we barely knew eachother when we talked about this, right?" Stupid you, still couldn't make out what his gaze could've meant.

"Maybe you weren't being honest." You uttered.

"Come on. You must've done something with Merle." You insisted.

His gaze never left yours. You drank too much, you lost your basic human decency. Yet he responded spiritlessly.

"Was bein' honest." You could perceive that was the moment he lost all his interest in the game.

"Ain't no reason not to be, Merle was an ass."

He sighed. Great, now you reminded him his dead brother; at a time like this, in a place like this. Your smile and exhilaration vanished. Drunk you was never stable, you sighed as you looked down at your drink.

You lifted your head only to see him getting up, throwing his glass to the floor only for it to shatter in pieces. You flinched and leered at the pieces. You couldn't dare to look to his side. He grabbed his crossbow on the broken wooden table, slunged it over his shoulder.

"Imma take the first watch. Rest." He demanded. He breathed out before he left the cabin. You stayed there, not being able to move an inch. It was like you froze. You leered at the pieces of glass on the floor once again

"Fuck me." You groaned. You exhaled audibly, looking around the cabin. That was the moment when it hit you, he was drunk; way too drunk. God knows how he was holding up outside.

You immediatly got up, going out of kilter. You had been sitting for a long time, your body was cramping and you kept hitting to the dusty tables and chairs that were sitting in the middle of the cabin. Your head was spinning. You sauntered towards the door, grabbed the door handle. It made a squeaking sound that left you scrunching your nose.

"Come inside." You quaked, not looking at him. You were exhausted, maybe from the moonshine or maybe you were just, exhausted.

" 'm fine." He grunted. His back was facing you.

"Your drunk as much as me." You huffed with withered eyes. You were leaning against the door frame, your hand still gripping the door handle lightly.

Daryl scoffed.

"Your actin' like a child." You muttered under your breath. The alcohol was getting the best of you. His back was still facing you.

You leered at his messy hair, his vest, his arms gripping the crossbow. He was swaying in a slow motion, resting his weight on his right leg now and then.

"Just hate tha' ya still think 'm sum kinda redneck asshole." He muttered. He sounded rather disappointed, fed up with this whole situation.

"I don't." You whispered. Your eyes were wide, you couldn't process his words. He remained silent, typical Daryl.

"Daryl, I don't." You hissed as you grabbed the side of his vest, forcing him to face you.

He looked at your face with blank, stern eyes. You couldn't recognize the Daryl you knew in him. He didn't change his position, gripping the crossbow firmly as ever.

You were getting sentimental at his demenour. Your eyes were getting watery, you couldn't find words to utter. Nothing changed in him, in his cold stern stare that would make you hate yourself. He could never hurt you, that's what you told yourself but even a gaze of his could make you shatter inside. He got too close to you to a point where you could smell the booze from his breath. Deliberately, he rested all of his weight on you, cornering you against the door frame. You couldn't breath. He leered at your eyes with his blue piercing eyes for a hot minute when he spoke

"Ya'd be crumblin' 'n all if I spoke to ya 'bout your past." He hissed.

His glare was fixated on you as he got inside of the cabin. You breathed out quickly and wiped a tear that was to fall down on your cheek and looked at the woods.

"What the hell does that supposed to mean Daryl?" You turned to him. He was going through his backpack.

"Think ya kno' what I mean." He mumbled under his breath.

He grabbed a canned food and sat on the edge of small ladder. He wasn't looking at you but your gaze was at his fingers trying to get the canned food open.

"What if I don't?" You said calmly but at alert, waiting for his respond.

"I dun' kno'. Sellin' yer body for attention. Ring any bell?" He snapped, lifting his head to meet with your gaze. You stood there with complete silence, trying to process his words. His voice was pretty tall, which made you flinch.

"That's really low Daryl." You scoffed. You weren't offended, you were just astonished that he'd bring up your past as a barmaiden to hurt you.

"Right." He mocked. He was still on the small ladder, trying to open the canned food. He sighed as he threw it to the floor. He got up, completely ignoring you.

"Atleast I wasn't drifting behind Merle's ass, doing whatever he'd told me to do." You barked. You had lost yourself. You didn't care what your words would mean to him.

He turned to you, his arms flexing due to his firm grip on his crossbow. He got closer to you, his face was reddening. You could see his vein on his neck throbbing, he wasn't taking his eyes off of you. He clenched his jaw, lowering his eyebrows and leering at you with narrowed eyes.

" 'S tha' what'ca think?" He fumed.

"That's what I know." You uttered as you pout your face. You ran your hands through your hair to take a deep breath.

"Ya know nothing." He barked. He wasn't blinking.

"You were nothing." You whispered. Your eyes were getting red. You could feel them sting. Your vision blurred. Yet his rage was full of spitefullness. He gritted his teeth

"Pickin' up lonely dudes to get 'em pay ya was sumthin'?"

"Sumthin' yer dam' proud." He shouted as he pointed his index finger right at you.

You swallowed slowly. You were not looking at him.

"Just leave me be." You managed to mumble between your shaky, shallow breaths.

"No, I ain't gon' do dat." He boomed. He threw his crossbow on the mattres you two incompetently tried to turn into a cozy bed. He got closer to you, immediatly grabbing your wrists with his hands.

You looked at his hands grabbing both of your wrists quakingly. You weren't sorrowful nor furious. You were affronted at his grip on your wrists that left you in discomfort and almost, pain. You raised your head to meet with his hard-nosed gaze. You shook your forearms fiercely several times, hoping he would free you but he didn't. How could he do this do to you? Out of all the things out there, he chose to grip both your wrists. That was something you'd always highlight when you'd talk about the abuse you had to go through back when you lived with your family. How your father would grip your wrists and squeeze them thightly until you'd feel like passing out. You always told him how small it made you feel, how worthless. Didn't he say "What a dick" referring to your father. Now there he was, doing the exact same thing. You wouldn't believe it.

"Can't run yer mouth now, can yea?" He spat out. His voice was growing taller and taller. You tried to get to your other wrist with one hand only he would not let you;

"Daryl, you're hurting me." You panted, quickly exhaling. Your chest was going up and down rapidly, leaving you all panicked and crumbling under his brawny, firm grip. You looked directly into his eyes, looking for mercy; hoping this night would end without either one of you dying. His hard-nosed gaze not shifting into a softer manner at all.

You were still numb from the moonshine, so many thoughts pondering your head. You wanted to kiss him, end whatever this was. You were highly influenced by booze. You didn't care. You wanted to kiss him. You didn't know what the outcome would be.

So you did, you got on your tiptoes; your bodies were already too close. You closed your eyes and kissed him harshly on the lips. His grip on your wrists loosened, you almost toppled onto him which he didn't let it happen.

His strong hands grabbed the both sides of your face, pressing his lips onto yours like he pleaded for more of you. It all happened so swiftly that he shoved you on the wall harshly. He waited for a split second, his lips brushing yours. You could smell the pungent odour of alcohol mingled with the smell of cigarattes you smoked earlier that day. You didn't care. You wanted all of him. He panted rapidly against your lips. You stayed like that for a moment, his hands flawlessly placed on the temples of your head; the only thing you could hear was eachother's shaky breaths. You pressed your lips onto him once again. A tear that you had been holding so long fell down your cheek, you didn't mind. It was a joyful tear. You were both taking eachother breaths away that left your heart ponding like crazy. He rested all of his body weight on you, which you didn't complain this time. You could feel him growing under his jeans.

Your hands reached the collar of his vest and helped him take it off. You grabbed his bare shoulders and digged your fingernails into them. His hands shifted to your waist from the sides of your face. There was that void feeling in your stomach once again. How small you were compared to him, how you were like an insect which he could've crashed with his fingertips seconds ago.

You gasped when his hands went under your t-shirt, grabbing your hips and waist and stroking your skin. It became a sloppy kiss but you both liked it. Your whole body curved into his body, small moans escaping your mouth. He started going down on your neck from your plumpy lips. Your grabbed a fistful of his hair gently with your right hand, softly pushing his head down on your neck as he kept pecking on your soft skin.

You made up.

FOOTNOTE

Why is it actually so awkward do write even a basic kissing scene. it was painful. idk much about this fanfic it was way better in my mind but idc

@duffmckagansbandana deserves some credits too!! we exchanged so many thoughts during this :))

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon one shot #daryl fanfiction #the walking dead #the walking dead daryl #the walking dead fanfiction #twd daryl #twd imagine #daryl dixon angst #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon gif #daryl dixon fanfiction #fanfic

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noahsresources · 1 year

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how would your muse describe mine? (negative associations)

send an emoji (and/or the description of them) to let them know! if it helps, think about finishing the following sentence from the perspective of your muse: "i think you're _____." (terms source)

😡 [RED ANGRY FACE] — aggressive

😒 [UNAMUSED FACE] — aloof

🤬 [FACE WITH SYMBOLS OVER MOUTH] — angry

😰 [ANXIOUS FACE WITH SWEAT] — anxious

🫵 [INDEX POINTING AT THE VIEWER] — argumentative

👅 [TONGUE] — arrogant

😉 [WINKING FACE] — cheeky

👶 [BABY] — childish

🪃 [BOOMERANG] — cocky

🪞 [MIRROR] — conceited

🩸 [DROP OF BLOOD] — cruel

🚪 [DOOR] — cynical

🔫 [WATER PISTOL] — dangerous

💥 [EXPLOSION] — daring

🌑 [NEW MOON] — dark

⚠️ [WARNING] — defiant

😣 [PERSEVERING FACE] — difficult

🗯️ [ANGRY SPEECH BUBBLE] — dishonest

🖕 [MIDDLE FINGER] — disrespectful

🫠 [MELTING FACE] — ditsy

😭 [LOUDLY CRYING FACE] — emotional

🖤 [BLACK HEART] — evil

😱 [FACE SCREAMING IN FEAR] — fearful

🗑️ [WASTEBASKET] — filthy

💔 [BROKEN HEART] — fragile

🌧️ [CLOUD WITH RAIN] — gloomy

🤑 [MONEY-MOUTH FACE] — greedy

🙎 [PERSON POUTING] — grumpy

😓 [DOWNCAST FACE WITH SWEAT] — harsh

🧨 [FIRECRACKER] — hateful

🤣 [ROFL FACE] — hyper

🙄 [FACE WITH ROLLING EYES] — ignorant

🧒 [CHILD] — immature

😖 [CONFOUNDED FACE] — impatient

😪 [SLEEPY FACE] — impolite

🛹 [SKATEBOARD] — impulsive

🐣 [HATCHING CHICK] — innocent

⚡️ [LIGHTNING BOLT] — intense

💦 [WATER DROPLETS] — irrational

❎ [X MARK] — jealous

🥱 [YAWNING FACE] — lazy

🗣️ [SPEAKING SILHOUETTE HEAD] — loud

😩 [WEARY FACE] — moody

🫲 [LEFTWARD HAND] — needy

🫦 [BITING LIP] — nervous

😝 [SQUINTING FACE WITH TONGUE] — obnoxious

❌ [CROSS MARK] — offensive

👎 [THUMBS DOWN] — pessimistic

🥢 [CHOPSTICKS] — picky

🧊 [ICE] — prejudiced

👏 [CLAPPING HANDS] — proud

😤 [FACE WITH STEAM FROM NOSE] — pushy

🤐 [FACE WITH A ZIPPER MOUTH] — reserved

🍾 [BOTTLE WITH POPPING CORK] — rowdy

💫 [DIZZY SYMBOL] — sarcastic

🐍 [SNAKE] — sassy

😋 [SMILING FACE LICKING LIPS] — scatterbrained

📒 [LEDGER] — secretive

🏴‍☠️ [PIRATE FLAG] — selfish

🥺 [PLEADING FACE] — sensitive

🫣 [FACE WITH PEEKING EYE] — shy

😴 [SLEEPING FACE] — sleepy

💄 [LIPSTICK] — snobbish

👆 [INDEX FINGER] — strict

🥶 [COLD FACE] — stubborn

🤨 [FACE WITH RAISED EYEBROW] — suspicious

😥 [SAD BUT RELIEVED FACE] — timid

🤯 [EXPLODING HEAD] — unstable

💀 [SKULL] — untrustworthy

🤜 [RIGHT-FACING FIST] — uptight

💅 [NAIL POLISH] — vain

⚔️ [CROSSED SWORDS] — vicious

☄️ [COMET] — volatile

🙅 [PERSON GESTURING NO] — vulgar

👿 [ANGRY FACE WITH HORNS] — wrathful

#rp ask memes #rp ask meme #rp memes #rp meme #ask meme #ask memes #ask game #ask games #emoji meme #emoji memes #emoji ask game #emoji ask games #symbols #games #mine

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iiiiiiis-things · 10 months

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"poetic justice"

pairing: earth42!miles (aged up) x black!reader

cw: none? fluff. angst if u squint

blurb: fan fic based on Kendrick Lamar and Drakes, poetic justice.

a/n: i aged them up for the plot i also REFUSE to believe this song came out 10 years ago 😭

i used this for translation

and to translate in the story alls u gotta do is highlight the sentence and click translate you may or may not have to click the forward button.

as you were securing the gold hoops in your ear, the doorbell rang, reaching back into your jewelry box you grabbed a couple rings to match, there was one that stood out more than the rest, it had a gold shank, with a simple loopy gallery, a head that stuck out far enough to hold the shiny diamond that went perfectly against your pretty brown skin. It was your promise ring your boyfriend had gotten you 9 months ago given that you two have been dating for 3 years.

Dating Miles was interesting to say the least, being with him gave you a little more power, a little more leverage. You were already pretty popular, living the pretty rich black girl lifestyle that everyone wanted, but it didn't mean that people always respected you resulting in you having to whooping a couple asses but when you and Miles started dating it was like no one ever tried you again.

To be honest it wasn't completely random it made sense, every time someone were to cross lines with Miles Morales they would come up missing, and not wanting to end up on a shirt people never fucked with him or you.

You quickly sprayed your Billie Eilish perfume on your pulse points before grabbing your purse and walking out your bedroom door, rushing downstairs you walk in on your dad and boyfriend sitting on the couch in the living room. there was a pearly white vase full of red Tulips resting on the coffee table that hadn't been there before. you spoke up interrupting the conversation that was being held between the two.

"sorry baby I was still getting ready" Miles stands as you walk over to him wrapping your arms around his neck as he brings you closer with his hands around your lower waist "naw you good" You let go, removing yourself off him but his right hand grabs the front of your shirt bringing it to his nose while his left hand remained on your waist.

"you smell good, isn't that the one-" you cut him off "-you said was gonna stink cause it was made by a white girl" he lets go of your shirt "Guess I was wrong huh?" you nod muttering a small 'mhm' before leaning in for a kiss

miles would never admit it but he found it confounding how he could always tell what exactly soap, perfume, lotion, ect you wear wearing, easily detecting your fragrance, especially if he bought.

your dad sarcastically lets out a cough (which means he wants y'all to back away from each other) and you walk over to the coffee table slightly bending over to look at the flowers in front of you. obviously the flowers were from miles but it's something about how each time he comes over he has a new fresh bouquet of them (sometimes two for your mom) that has you falling, if possible, deeper in love with him.

But you didn't let him know that. not now at least you wanted to endure the moment as long as you can and letting him think he surprises you whenever he tells you what they mean.

standing from the couch your father walks over to Miles holding out his hand "You keep her safe alright?" looking over at Miles you see him give a small smile as he dabs him up "Yes sir" (they def do that firm shake thingy)

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"you know we not going to the park right?" miles asks as you were walking along the road "we not?" you look over to see him making an expression to say 'now you knew damn well' before letting out a small chuckle "Sé que tu gusto es un poco- alto mantenimiento"

which isn't completely a lie, yes you were humble enough that if it ever came down to being lower class you wouldn't be grossed out but it didn't mean that you wanted to be lower class, miles knew how your dad was given that uncle aaron has worked with him numerous of times.

your mom was a florist, she had her own little shop not to far from your house and it was also one of the most popular floral shops in your city. now you didn't know exactly what you're dad did for work but you did know that it was good enough to put food on the table, pall bills, all while still being able to buy you almost whatever you want. it was no surprise that you turned out to be a daddy's girl. when asked in press his reasoning for spoiling you his response was "so she won't be easy, if any boy wanna take my daughter out he has to really impress her." (which had miles stressing on your first date)

it was your mom who kept you deferential. doing simple things like giving you lectures every few weeks, taking away toys when you were in trouble, whooping your ass when you started crying out loud in the middle of the store because you couldn't get any candy, all of it payed off in the end because your parents was a perfect balance you ironically- got your classiness from your dad and your strength came from your mom.

As stated before uncle aaron had connections with your father you could even call him a family friend which is how you and miles met. this means he has an inside look on your childhood life you didn't necessarily like to open up about. miles wasn't stupid. he knew that you were still hurting, still grieving the lost of your sister a couple years ago, an overdosage right before you two were supposed to go out.

miles doesn't wanna press because he knows what it feels like.. to lose someone who you were very close with, and the fact that you were the one that found her, on the bathroom floor, empty pill bottle not far off, and unresponsive. it was absolutely heart wrenching. although he doesn't want to press he at least try's to bring her up every once in a while because he also knows how unhealthy you can get if you don't open up about. but to his luck the most you would do is smile before changing the subject.

your sisters death is what brung out the overprotectiveness in you. after dating for a while miles realized you were a very careful person, not being the little spoiled daddy's girl everyone thought you were. despite knowing a lot of people you only had a few friends you were very careful about who you hang around and the people you were close with were always complaining with your change of attitude and on how overprotective you were but miles knew.

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miles knew exactly why you acted the way you did. because he felt the same way. after loosing his dad he didn't know what to do, he quit eating, stopped opening up to his mother, even becoming an insomniac being afraid that when he woke up, everyone would be gone.

but that's when you came in, like a gaurdiam angel coming to save him and out him out of his misery, uncle aaron introduced the two of you in when you were still in middle school, the location being on of your father big events. he had decided to bring miles to take his mind off of things and to get him out of the house. miles immediately hit it off with you, and by the end of the event your numbers were exchanged.

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but he couldn't lie, as tragic as it is, he can't help but feel that the death of your sister is what brung you two as close as you were now, there wasn't much said but he could feel the shift in air when you came around, naturally you two became more comfortable together without even speaking on it.

"sooo where are we going?" you asked hoping you dressed for the right occasion "to the mall." you smacked your lips "really?!" it was rare when miles took you to the mall because he knew how out of hand you can get "yeah but we only gon hit up a few stores then we'll get some food and i'll take you home, i have some stuff i gotta handle" you knew he was talking about his 'job' just like your father you never asked what about it as long as it meant more gifts.

HEYYYY YALL so, um happy sunflower day 😭

i might make a part 2 to this bc i actually wanted to make it WAY longer it's rlly js depends on how good it does- reason why i cut it short was because i still have to do our baby 1610 miles and i haven't even started it 🤦🏾‍♀️

bt yeahhh did y'all like this?? don't lie. criticize me (bt not to harsh ima lil sensitive 💀)

why am i so awkward?

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idkanametoputhere · 25 days

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RIM TIM TAGITI RIM TIM TIM!!! THERES NO GOING BACK WOAHHHHHHWOAHHHHHH

lilia is also very balkan kid coded....I think I'm projecting

me last year during math class

MOTHERRRRRR SHES HERE OMGGGGG MALEANOR MY LOVE

I love how everyone (or just me) was expecting lilia to be adoring of maleanor cause of all the jp fanart and stuff but then we get THIS

RAVERNE???? ISNT THE JP NAME LEVAN OR SMTH??? HUHHH??? bur yk...raverne...raven...crow...crowley (grabbing at straws harder than matpat making a fnaf theory)

I volunteer to help

WHY DOES HIS HEAD LOOK LIKE A HAIRY PUMPKIN😭😭😭😭😭

AGAIN, IM SO PROUD OF MY SON

LET MY MAN CUSS!! TF IS "CONFOUND IT"!!! SAY "FUCKING SEVEN"!!!!

I'm gonna cry that man is mpr eof a father by accident than my dad has ever been on purpose stfu I will go and play family line by conan gray now

but before either fall into another depressive episode: stay tuned for my pulls post bbgs

#phan spam?#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst disney #night raven college #twst book 7 spoilers #twst book 7 #book 7 twst #book 7 spoilers

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beautifulpersonpeach · 9 months

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To all the hickeygate proponents of the mots rehearsal era, my only doubt it was a hickey was solely because who gives it only on one place and decides to stop?? 😭 if you're in to it you do tend to spread them out over other sides of the neck as well.

***

Pray tell, are you speaking from personal experience, and how many hickeys from gay men have you included in your sample size to arrive at this conclusion?

No shade. Honestly curious.

Also, one could ask who gives a hickey and then shows it off to their friends the next day...

Jikook are just something else man. I don't think I've seen a pairing like them anywhere in k-pop and outside it, that acts like they do. They confound in the most wonderful ways.

#jikook #jikook is always jikooking

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danthropologie · 3 months

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Weren’t VCARB supposedly getting some Red Bull strategists? Like damn. What happened. Like the tire choices were obviously planned pre-race with Daniel starting on used softs to have new softs at the end and Yuki using his new softs at the start, but the pit stop timing allowing both to be undercut both times was what caused the entire team orders issue at the end. Daniel was holding out for softs so staying out longer made sense. VCARB pitting Yuki late, allowing him to be undercut by Magnussen and Zhou is the lynchpin IMO. If Yuki had pit earlier, he’d have been in front of them on track and sure maybe Daniel would have caught up to him eventually but probably not til the end. Who knows maybe Yuki could have caught Stroll too. Either way it could have been an 11th and 12th and everyone happy. Instead we get this cluster. Everyone in insta comments thinking it’s a pro-Daniel conspiracy…no it’s just strat team stupidity as usual 😭

yeah i mean. strategy in general is so confounding to me, i truly cannot say for certain one way or another they would have been better off had they pitted earlier or later or whatever. there's always so many factors and like who knows, maybe if they'd pitted earlier to protect themselves from the undercut they would have been fucked with an overcut from somebody else or the tires would have fallen off and they wouldn't have been able to defend or whatever, who knows. BUUUUT that being said, i completely agree the strategy team has been fucking stupid, continues to be fucking stupid, and the fact that anyone is a) surprised by that and b) blaming daniel for it is absolutely fucking insane.

#i think daniel mentioned something in his post race interview about the team needing more time to gel together with the new guys #and like. yeah. theoretically they SHOULD have a solid team based on the new hires #but until they're all working together as a finely tuned unit we're gonna keep getting goofy shit like what happened today #and what's happened in MANY MANY MANY races for this team over the past few years #bahrain24 #answered #anonymous

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smokerswifey · 10 months

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Damn so Percival is actually a light spirit that entered the body of the original Percival when he was a baby and grew into a sentient being from all the love and affection of Vargnese and eventually confounded his own existence with Original Percival's..

And apparently ironside is " the man who made him like this " meaning that he deliberately made the light spirit take Percy as a vessel ?

Maybe this is also related to Diodra being so sick ?

Idk man I just have so much questions after this chapter.

I feel so bad for Percy though he literally found out that most of his identity was a lie, he must be having an extistenial crisis from all of this .

" You'll see why the being called Percival was born..."

WHAT THE HECK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN ???

This whole chapter gave me a brain aneurysm and now I'm going to spend all night thinking about this 😭😭😭😭

Bonus :

Seeing Lancelot so worried for Percival was way to sweet, those two have one of the most heartwarming bonds in the series .

Like fr tho Lancelot isn't even that nice to Tristan and they're literally childhood friends whereas he met Percy a few weeks ago and now they're officially brothers like that's so cuuute ♡♡♡!

#mokushiroku no yonkishi #4koa #nanatsu no taizai #seven deadly sins #percival #lancelot

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sarcasticsciencefictionwriter · 3 months

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Character asks:

Helen - 4, 19

James - 2, 12

John - 5, 21

If this is too many you don’t have to but I wanted to choose a variety. Have fun! :)

Hi! Thank you so much! Not too many, I love these things! :)

Helen

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

I don't know. Sanctuary is my absolute favorite, but a lot of things I enjoy, I know Helen wouldn't thrive or make sense in. (And I have yet to see some of the shows it seems you could slide Sanctuary characters into almost seamlessly).

Maybe The X-Files? I do really enjoy the Sanctuary crossover story I wrote for it and you could blend the two worlds together nicely.

Like, what Mulder thinks are vampires or werewolves or aliens or whatever else could easily be explained by the existence of abnormals and/or Helen foiling Mulder and Scully's investigations.

So, yeah. Helen would fit nicely into The X-Files world. And if she wasn't allowed to have the other characters and her network, she would still be the person she is, helping the different people in a world that doesn't always treat them kindly. Either way, it would be a blast to see her with Mulder and Scully. And just confounding Skinner as well.

19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

@chartreuseian beat you to this one, so I'll just paraphrase what I wrote then. :)

The ones I hate actually make sense. (Such as Addison and Wexford and such, you were supposed to hate the dynamics).

I really don't have a canon relationship of Helen's that I hate, because platonic or otherwise, I enjoy them for the most part.

I did honestly hate Helen/Nikola for a quite while there, though I've warmed up to them now. The catacombs were NOT an expression of love and I do not agree that the writers 'didn't understand his character/motivations'. He behaved how the fandom expects John to and I just hate that was considered the base, because he was lying and using her. I do write them more often than my preferred Helen/John or Helen/James/John, because I feel less likely to mess them up and I don't write the Rome experience as romantic.

*coughs* Okay, sorry for the rant, but sometimes as a Magnitt shipper (even one who does ship Teslen too) a girl has to rant about Teslen. Life of a multi-shipper.

James

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

I love practically everything about James in canon, except for not getting more of him and him dying. This was a cruel question. 😭😆

His support of Helen, especially when you learned that she had time travelled and he knew, which means he knew when we were introduced to him. But he was always there for her and you know he was doing that for her time travelling self up until he died. (Does that count as canon? I hope so, because it seems so obvious.)

I also love his reactions when he and John were reunited twice.

We were robbed of more James Watson in canon.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

chartrueseian also beat you to this question. I have plenty of half-formed headcanons for James. Particularly on his love for Helen and John.

Here's my favorite headcanon:

He convinced Helen to move back to London for the majority of her pregnancy so that he could take care of her, and he delivered Ashley when she was born. He loves Helen, of course, but his love for John would have also been a huge factor for him needing to be there, needing to take care of Helen and the baby. Helen and John's child would be incredibly important to him and it would be an emotional time for him, almost as much as it was for Helen. (I also headcanon he was a part of the removal and reimplantation of the embryo). He would be one of the few people that Helen would trust and want to deliver her child, especially that child. But as much as the this is his family, he feels like an outsider at the same time, an honorary 'uncle', not a father, no real right to be a father figure, even though he's always going to do his best by them.

John

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Monster by Imagine Dragons

Its my No.1 song for John. All of is so powerful for his character, but particularly these parts:

I'm only a man with a candle to guide me/ I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me/ A monster, a monster/ I've turned into a monster/ and it keeps getting stronger

Can I clear my conscience/ If I'm different from the rest/ Do I have to run and hide (oh oh oh oh)/ I never said that I want this/ This burden came to me/ And it's made its home inside (oh, oh, oh, oh)

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

My favorite thing to do is portray the humanity in John, remind everyone (characters and audience) that he was a very good man and he didn't lose that completely. Becoming Jack the Ripper and carrying the energy creature (unknowingly) for over a century would wear down and twist anyone.

He's flawed, just like everyone else, and went through it all alone. He still has humanity and I really love to shine a light on the fact and draw on it.

What I don't like (though I don't right it if I don't like it, usually, when it comes to anything) is John being portrayed as an abusive, possessive, gaslighting, jealous beyond reason bastard. Because he's not. The only time in canon he physically hurt Helen was in Haunted, when he had just killed and the energy creature's bloodlust was shown to be high. (I'm really not counting Tempus here because she beat the hell out of him mostly to feel good, he had a right to fight back). I don't like seeing him reduced to just evil/a monster, especially as an excuse for Helen to be with someone else.

#sorry this turned into an essay #apparently I had a lot to say #i just love these three #galactic-pirates #thanks for the ask!#ask answered #sanctuary

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