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tofumedic · 3 years

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hewo! for the affections number.. 16 is so cute.. would u be able to do headcanons of all the demon bros with it? if not, can u pls do levi then !

The Brothers + Simeon with #16!

16. taking a photo of them smiling or in their element

(lucifer's is here from a previous ask! and bc of that i added simeon only for having some lil funnies i hope you dont mind <3!!!)

Mammon

His collection is the largest, he flaunts it like collectables like cars or like Levi's figures. It is literally one of his biggest flexes and will use them like trading cards never wanting to send them in group chats or privately bc he took those ones get your own human >:(!

He will however hold his phone directly in one of their faces, waving the screen around to show how he has so many good ones.

He uses them for call screens, his lock screen, his home screen, any widget he can other than the Goldie one. He's a menace about it but do not call him out on it he will buy a second phone to use in the public.

Anyways, anyways for actually taking photos..

Mammon always takes too many, as in he will take a bunch within the same timespan because he doesn't trust his hands not to shake, so if he just takes a lot at one time so he can delete the others and save the best ones

But he just ends up keeping all of them, just favoriting the best or separating them into two albums of "valuables" and "treasures" depending on the quality.

Usually they will all have a small blur, him too excited at seeing whatever expression you wear, whether its a smile at seeing him purposely acting dumb or you enjoying a hobby.

He feeds a lot of unfiltered second hand serotonin off of you! Please do not disturb his "I have just had a very bad brotherly bonding experience, I must cope by looking at my photos of my human- No I'm not smiling already shut up"

Leviathan

Levi will use photos of you like wholesome memes so they carry the same energy as the hang in there cat poster, using different heart overlays and nice quotes

His are also a mixture of blurry but also high quality photos, for ones he takes.

This is because seeing you so dedicated or when you smile in his direction, his heart does this weird jumpstart the palpitations making him feel heavy yet light at the same time almost like a peach and its pit.

But he has a preference to use either this small tripod(he has it as a preparation for going to live shows) or a timer so its set away from him as he calls you over, its his own little trap.

His favorite, the majority of his collection, are those! It's photos of you being in frame with him in it as well because there's just something about how all that happiness of yours is completely focused on him, your smile as you walk over towards him sometimes blurry and mistimed so its only you entering the corner of the screen but you can tell how he takes your attention.

When getting in fights about who has the best photos, he will drop ones that are different hugs of him in your arms like he was a newly one plush. Mammon especially gets pissy about these as well as Belphie and Asmo.

If you can't turn your camera on when he calls or if he is locked in a raid that they're losing he would ask you for a selfie also, never requesting anything special other than just yourself but his favorite is when you send just smiles or videos of the which character are you filter :]!

Satan

Satan often tries to hide it, saying he's taking a photo of himself or checking his hair, maybe even going as far as saying the text on his study notes are too small so he has to hold it in front of his face so close.

Think about cowboys, shooting from the waist. That's him when you're too far away, maybe with a brother or during class or eating. He will scribble out his brother or purposely have the other cropped out of the shot.

He does have a lot of you when you're just turning around to face him and then your reaction, he can't resist the temptation of taking your attention when he's bored or waiting for his next book order to come in before he goes back to the cat behavior of only seeking out attention when he deems it necessary and otherwise pleased for a period of time.

He loves the ones where you look at him before he's ready, these are just slightly shaky from him jumping or pressing the button in an embarrassed panic at your smug yet happy expression.

Has definitely done the cut a hole in a newspaper and put his camera to it to look out like it was some camouflage but he's first, smiling much too hard and trying not to laugh at it, and second had seen it in multiple old movies and shows you had watched together.

Satan, speaking of movies, quite enjoys you in low light. On movie nights where your face is only illuminated by the projector screen and the photos turn out a bit grainy, there's something so romantic about you just existing in such an atmosphere. These ones he does like more when you're focused, looking far off with a small pleasant smile on your face at the soft plot of tonight's pick.

Asmodeus

Asmo will send you them all the time, he's like your own personal Devilgram manager he will even edit them for you and send the before and after of those photos too (MC: when did u take these??? Asmo: ,';p)

He will always have such good angles of you, from your side, from above or below, a 3/4, or full portrait, your silhouette. He may have one for each basic one at least though his favorites are above and below, these are the most personal feeling to him.

Usually these come as him trying to get your attention, bothering you with his phone and purposely leaving the little shutter noise on so you hear every single one while you're just trying to watch a DevilTube video or do something else.

Him snuggled into your side post cuddle just to lean up, phone in his hand and a menacing giggle, it's the first thing you see waking from your drowsy state is him on top of you trying to get cute pictures that he can use as teases as if something else was in progress.

Or ones where you roll on top of him, just trying to get up to see the dumb little flash as an alarm instead of his cute good morning kisses to your face(those are actually used to buy more time with you because he is allowed to be a little selfish as a treat)

He also has them set as his lockscreen and homescreen, these being photos of you together so he can have the best of both worlds, himself and your happy smiling face. He just finds it so cute, whenever you want an audience to see it he's in the first row.

Sends them to the group chat with his brothers to start some chaos

"My~ Isn't my dearest MC just the cutest?" Asmo has sent 28 attachments.

Beelzebub

His collection isn't one of the best out there but it is unique and keeps him content and happy, pleased.

He likes having photos of you for when you two are separated, it makes you feel closer to him and him to you

His may have some of the least blur, hands steady you work on something separately yet aware of the soft stare that was bearing into the side of your head.

He may forget sometimes about the sound so when you get the rare notification from his electronic betrayer it is free power to tease him, asking him if he wanted your attention or if he just took a photo of you and to be honest, then his photos if you let him continue for that setting are a little blurrier on your fine details. He's embarrassed.

He likes these more than ones with just your smile because then he isn't as satisficed because then he's thinking about how nice it looks in person and your laugh and when you let out a sigh being tired from your work, it'll be a cycle until he gives up and goes to see you in person.

But he likes the ones of you in your element very much and photos of you in general, saying that looking at them makes him feel "full"

He means to say complete, he's content and pleased and delighted and he has a reminder of you existing, that you're real and not a midnight sleep walk hallucination.

Belphegor

He has the smallest collection but next to rest, Beel, and his appearance he is mostly focused on capturing photos of you when he can.

He didn't get to really know you as long as his brothers have so its only fair he gets to spend more time with you than them until he's equal, and then some because you're really comfy and you make his twin happy? and then on top of that you make this face when you are concentrated and you smile different depending on if you're gonna laugh or if you're confident.

There's so much he has to memorize, he's rather demanding with having the attention so he may continue this personal agenda of his.

A lot of them are from similar angles, from laying with him in different positions but everything feeling relatively the same, normal. These are usually after he has woken up, not before he goes to bed so either it's your soft good morning smile, or your surprised "how long have you been awake" face, or you still asleep on your own.

Many of them often have his bed head just barely visible at the bottom, usually having laid on top of you and just using his selfie camera and angling it up to see you take up more of the screen.

For just being a pillow that moves a lot you definitely are photogenic.

He doesn't send his photos of you to chats but will save photos sent of you from everyone except Lucifer.

Simeon

PLEASE applaud.

It takes him such a long time, but Solomon gave him the idea saying it was something sweet you would also enjoy the concept of. So he is doing his best.

He will see you, just existing and his heart will swell, needing to pause a moment before kindly asking you to hold that thought and pose as he turns on his phone, maneuvering to the camera and trying to get it to focus on you perfectly.

It takes him a few minutes every time but he is getting better at it but his reaction is always the same, smiling at you showing up on his phone screen waiting for the picture to be taken.

He never can be sneaky about it unless he asks for help to get your photo, sending Luke on his biggest mission yet, a photo after he asks you what you thought of Simeon's cooking knowing you'll have that sweet face of genuine thought looking back on it.

But he has yet figured out how to turn the sound off and almost always accidentality flashes you up close, it's so bright.

He has the most blurry photos, and that's not on purpose but when he asks you to look at them with him so he can coo about how happy you look or how serious, its endearing with the blur especially as they clear up a bit continuing the timeline of photos.

He really does his best to have these mementos of you.

Is delighted when you surprise him by putting his favorite one of you as his home screen, he's so grateful let him match with you he wants to be yours too!

from this prompt list!

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dangan-happy · 3 years

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KAME-HAME FORGET ABOUT IT!

I would like to say thank you to mod taichi, mod rantaro and mod komaeda. I am the anon who was desperate, the one who struggles with academic issue, keep sleeping past midnight because of extra chores, and struggling with executive dysfunction. I don't know how to refer myself haha

It's funny, I saw the notification from your blog about my ask when I was REALLY in need of comfort unexpectedly. it was one of the worse day, I failed the selection to go to college I'm aiming for. there is an alternate way by taking a test but it was a huge and important thing for me, because other relatives would talk (or possibly brag) about how their children are doing wonderfully in academic stuff to my parents. I don't want my parents to feel embarrassed because of me. so of course, it gives me a LOT of anxiety. my heart is beating rapidly that my chest hurts so much.

Then I receive your response to my ask. It's very comforting, it calmed me down. I may teared up a bit. I really appreciate the advices, encouragements, and hugs. (I love hugs) Especially mod komaeda's advices. Thank you so much, I appreciate them. They really mean a lot to me. I didn't realize how much I needed all of these. To be honest, when I was re-reading my ask, I almost can't believe I typed all that. I didn't realize how much I struggled and desperate I am. It was truly a moment of weakness lmao

I've been struggling to respond your response because,, well. I'm still struggling haha. Unfortunately, after I send that ask, things are getting hella rough for me. It was one of those unlucky phase of time, where your days get worse each day, except this time is WAY worse because I'm going to graduate in a month and I have an important exam in two days. Then I got hit by other problems too like a member of my group project doesn't corporate so we were late to submit and it was even half done (it happened just a hour ago and it gives me an emotional breakdown because it was an important one but I'm fine now), I got blamed for something I didn't do (this happens a lot anyway but I'm very drained mentally and physically), I accidentally spat something that I've been keeping to myself to my parents and made them angry (I don't want to talk about my true feelings to them bc they only make me feel worse or worse, they get upset), more homeworks to catch up and more stressful stuff .

Basically anxiety is on my ass 24/7. It's the worst time of my life.

But whenever I hit rock bottom I would re-read your response and it lifts me up, you know? It always cheers me up reading your kind words about me, and as cheesy as it sounds, it makes me feel hopeful haha. But I never felt this hopeful before. So I'm very thankful for it, and thankful for the other mods who work hard helping other people too who come to this blog. Because even though I'm still struggling and facing the worst time right now, I'm not doing as bad as before.

Is it alright if I ask for another hug? Sorry, this whole ask ended up with me venting again haha. But I really am doing not as bad as before... I guess I'm doing better. Step by step maybe. Again, thank you so much!!

( By the way, this is out of topic but... hopefully people who know me don't recognize me on this blog for this question haha (if they do then oh well. shrugs): which one does look scarier for you, Once-ler from Lorax or the character designs from the movie called Cats (2019)? I'm not hating the movie, my friend and I are having a lighthearted discourse about it. u_u )

(Neither. Neither one is even that scary at all, for I fear nothing ~ Mod Hajime 🍊🌈)

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O-Oh, welcome back, kiddo! Whoa, that’s quite the ask you got here. But it’s more or less an update, i-if I’m correct, and a decent one at th-that. Like you said, it’s all step by step progress, wh-which is still progress no matter how you look at it.

I-I hate to hear that there’s been a few extra bumps along the road since your last ask, b-but I’m at least glad to hear that you’ve been making some sort of progress. Progress is still progress, no matter what. I-I’m just glad that you came to us. I-I’m just some average programmer, but I will agree that Nagito and Rantaro did amazing. Nagito’s... quite the interesting kiddo, but he means well, and Rantaro’s a brotherly figure th-that everyone likes, one way or another. Me? Ah, well... I-I can at least give good hugs, I guess?

S-Speaking of hugs, I’d love to give you one. I-I can at least do that right, heh. I’ll give you as many hugs as you want, kiddo. I personally don’t mind at all.

Hey there anon, you don't have to worry about referring to yourself, I remember you just fine! Hey, how's that for awesome timing huh? I'm glad you could read our answers when you needed it. I'm sorry to hear that you were having a worse day, but hey, it sounds like there's a way to make that test up a different way, so I'd give your all to trying that route. Don't give up just yet ok? Damn, yeah, I'm no stranger to the whole family bragging thing, that's a whole lot of pressure I think both of us can do without. It's really thoughtful of you to worry about your parents in this scenario, but you can worry about yourself too ok? Regardless of what you do, they should still be proud of you, and if they aren't, they're completely oblivious to your intelligence level and the amazing things you can do. Aw, I'm smiling real hard hearing how much our response helped, I'm always worried that I didn't help, or I somehow made it worse. Not gonna lie, this did give me a confidence boost. Hey, it's ok, you were in a more emotional state. It wasn't a moment of weakness. Everyone breaks down like that from time to time, and I'm happy that we were here to help you at the time. So don't feel bad about that, you're only human, and it's ok to get like that.

You don't have to worry about having the perfect response either. As much as I wish we could, we can't automatically fix any anons' problems, we can only toss our two cents in and cross our fingers that it helps. The good news is that you came to us with your struggles again, so we can try to help some more. Eesh, yeah, those periods are never fun. Pretty sure Komaeda knows more about them than I do, but I can understand at the least. First of all, congrats on graduating! That's real impressive all by itself, so hopefully you can take some pride in that. Ugh, ok, wow, the second part of that. Damn I got hit with all the feels. I hate it when group projects go like that. I'm usually stuck with all the work, or the one who's up at one am trying to finish the damn thing. I think I'm getting kinda incoherent, so sorry about that. I'm glad you're doing better on that end though, hopefully things work out with that. Aw man, I'm really sorry to hear about the blaming thing. Is there any way to prove your innocence? I'm not saying go all class trial or anything, but is there any way for you to argue your case? Even if it happens a lot, that doesn't mean it's ok. You shouldn't have to get used to things like that.

Yikes, yeah I can totally relate to the last part too. I'm also the type to clam up about my feelings because I don't wanna make anyone mad, but that happens some times, and honestly you had every right to say how you feel. You're keeping this all in, and it's gonna take a toll on you. Yeah, that's a whole lot of stress for one person to carry. I'm really impressed you haven't crashed and burned under the weight, seriously, you're an amazing, strong, resilient/ person, and it just blows me away. Trust me, you're gonna get through this stressful time. You're getting close to the end of it, and I know that you're gonna make it through. Damn, I'm smiling and blushing now. I'm really really glad we were able to help you out that much. Good! It's not cheesy at all! I'm glad you're feeling hopeful! The little steps are just as valuable as the big ones, and the fact that you're at least doing a little bit better is fantastic. Of course you can have another hug! It's ok, we're here to listen to vents, so say whatever you want to, no one's gonna judge you, I promise. Yeah, step by step, that's how you do it.

Oh damn, that's an interesting question. Honestly, I unironically love the Lorax movie, so the Oncerler ain't scary to me. Cats however...that was a trip. I don't have a better way to describe it, it was just a trip. So the Cats designs are way scarier. Like if I met the Onceler in a dark alley, I'd be just fine, but if I saw a cat-human-thing in a dark alley, I'd run for the hills. However, if I met the onceler fandom in a dark alley, that's a whole other story. Ok, I think I'm rambling again, so I think I better stop talking. Keep making those small steps forward ok? You got this.

W-wow... my advice actually helped someone? Please tell me your joking, or better yet pinching me. I can’t believe my little words could affect you so much.... I think I’m tearing up... hehe. I gotta admit, Rantaro and Taichi did a better job than me! What else do you expect from two amazing Ultimates! Anon, I’m terribly sorry to hear that some things have turned up and made your life a bit more harder, but I want you to keep your chin up ok? You’re doing amazing Anon, I can truly tell! Having a partner that doesn’t help with group projects stinks too! It’s ok that you vented again, it’s always good to speak your mind when you feel bad! Helps to let other people hear to so they can help you! And hey, compliments from Taichi? So nice of you! Never heard myself being called an “interesting kiddo” it’s cute!

I thought you’d never ask! I’d love to give you another hug! As long as you’d let me, I get worried when people want to hug me since I’m utter garbage, but if it makes you feel Hope, then I’m happy to oblige! Ah, and the Onceler or the designs of cats? I’d say the cats, I remember everyone having the hots for the Onceler once, so he can’t be that bad, right?

#danganronpa #danganronpa roleplay blog #ask #taichi fujisaki #rantaro amami #nagito komaeda #mod hajime #mod rantaro #mod nagito

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jzixuans · 5 years

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hang tight, little brother

summary: Virgil’s never had a successful quest in the Imagination before and he’s determined to make this his first.

word count: 3991

pairing: platonic brotherly prinxiety, background platonic lamp

tw: roman and virgil swear a lot, non-bloody injuries, heights, falling from said heights, virgil and roman climb a mountain without any proper hiking gear bc they’re dumb, passing mention of anxiety attacks, and please tell me if there’s anything i need to add

a/n: my relationship with my brother honestly resembles the prinxiety dynamic so much that it’s probably why i prefer them to be platonic, though i’m still working to improve things with my brother. so this may or may not be me self-projecting

“C’mon, slowpoke! Pick up the pace!” Roman calls over his shoulder, pushing yet another branch out of the way. The branch snaps back into place, and had Virgil been half a foot closer, it would have knocked him right in the nose.

“Your legs— fuck— are so— fuck— fucking short. How the fuck do you move that fast?” Virgil wheezes, clutching at his probably-very-bruised ribs. Up ahead, Roman scales the mountain ledge with ease. There’s not a speck of dirt on his white prince uniform, despite their rocky forest surroundings, whereas Virgil’s shirt is splattered in mud from their latest run-in with a wild tribe of centaurs. He decides that Roman is most definitely abusing his control over the Imagination.

“Years of practice, Virgil dearest. And in heels, no less.” Roman says with a grin. He is indeed wearing two-inch high heeled boots, and Virgil supposes that practicality doesn't matter that much in the Imagination. “Besides, what's a couple of inches? What matters most is that I’m still taller than Logan.”

“I dare you to bring that up to him again.” Virgil tries to ignore the pain flaring in his chest as he laughs and pretends that the world doesn’t spin with every step he takes. It takes much longer than it should for him to haul himself up next to Roman. He lets himself lie on the cold stone, chest heaving. The twin knives strapped to his back rest uncomfortably beneath him, but Virgil can’t really care to do anything about them right now.

Roman's face appears over his, mirth glinting in his eyes.

“Are you good?”

Virgil makes to flip him off, only to be interrupted by a coughing fit.

“Just— mother fuck— peachy.” Virgil mutters, resting his head back down.

“Virgil that’s your…” Roman takes a second to count them out on his fingers, “…twenty-seventh ‘fuck’ in the last ten minutes.”

“That long? Wow, new record.” Virgil closes his eyes in the hope that the two Romans above him would merge back into one. In retrospect, he really should have run from the manticore, rather than take it head-on. Though being thrown at a boulder doesn’t hurt nearly as much as the fact that Roman hadn’t even noticed that he’d been hurt in the first place.

“Come on. We’ve still got a whole mountain to climb.” Yeah, no shit. Virgil drew the short straw when Roman proposed they go on another quest. Meanwhile, Logan and Patton get to sit back in the commons, not hiking up a mountain in the cold autumn air. He wishes he brought more to wear than a normal cloak and scarf. Roman had insisted that they dress according to ‘set the mood.’ And while Virgil can appreciate a good aesthetic, he desperately misses the comfort of his hoodie because cloaks have no fucking pockets goddammit.

“Why the hell is it on top of a mountain?” He grabs Roman’s hand and pulls himself up, only to sink back down, head hitting the ground with a hollow thud. Roman prods his side with a stick.

“For the adventure!” Roman exclaims. Of course it is.

“Can we adventure after I catch my breath?”

Roman sighs and plops down on a rock next to Virgil’s head. “You get five minutes.”

“Ten.”

“Four.”

“Fuck you.”

“Two, then.”

“I could technically just take as long as I want.”

“And you would technically be left for the harpies to find, given how dead you look right now.”

Virgil hates when he pulls the ‘I’ll just leave you to die’ card. He’s been using it since they were kids.

“Fine, five.”

“Mm, too bad you just took a whole precious minute to argue with me.” Roman hums, delicately examining his nails. Virgil scrapes up a handful of leaves from the ground and chucks it at him. Roman just arches an eyebrow as a cool breeze blows them away from him.

“Patton said you’re not allowed cheating in the Imagination,” Virgil complains, picking a particularly dusty leaf out of his mouth.

“Patton’s not here.”

“I’ll tell him, then.”

“Oh, so you’re gonna snitch on me?”

“If you keep being a dick.”

“You don’t have any proof.”

“It’s literally so obvious!”

“Really? We’re in the middle of a forest in November, Virgil. A little wind is bound to happen.” Roman says, propping his chin up on his fist, knowing full well that he’s won. He smirks at him. “Two minutes, by the way.”

Virgil decides to let it drop. He’s yet to win that particular argument, and he’s far too exhausted to keep it going. The ache in his chest has dulled to a quiet throb, though he knows it’ll flare up once he starts moving again.

For a split second, he debates telling him. If he does, Roman would drop the whole quest and force him back to the mindscape. Which would be fine, except that Virgil can’t seem to go one quest without ending it early. And Roman has been hyping this quest up all week. There’s no way in hell that he’s ruining this for him again.

Besides, they’re not even real. What kind of baby is he if he can’t handle imaginary pain?

Virgil hears Roman stand up with a content sigh. There’s a sharp kick at his feet and Virgil swears that he’s about to push Roman down the mountainside.

“I’m going,” Roman sings, and he can already hear his retreating footsteps when he sits up. Virgil reaches out for the nearest tree branch to pull himself up, which turns out to be a grand mistake because sharp twig ends pierce his palm and scrape at his arm.

He really doesn't have time for this.

“You're not gonna wait for me?” Virgil calls half-heartedly. Up ahead, Roman pauses to shrug.

“Use those long legs of yours!” Comes the reply.

Asshole.

By the time he catches up to Roman, the prince is sat on a cliffside, looking over the expanse of forest below them. In the distance, the pristine white turrets of the Mind Palace stand proud like a beacon amidst the many surrounding villages of the Imagination.

Roman casts him a lazy glance.

“Your face is nearly as red as my sash,” he says with an irritating air of nonchalance.

“Wouldn't be if you’d just slow down,” Virgil shoots back, punching him lightly on the arm. If it hurts, Roman certainly doesn't show it.

“I missed coming up here. Hiking with Logan is so much slower than hiking with you.” Roman grins the secret smile that he saved for when he makes fun of Logan behind his and Patton's backs. The one he really only used around Virgil.

“So why don't you just come up here by yourself?” Virgil grumbles, because he is most definitely still bitter about being left behind. His whole body hurts, but it's reached the consistent kind of pain where he can ignore it. Doesn't mean it isn't there, though.

“Not the same. I built this place. None of it is new to me.” His gaze turns wistful, and Virgil knows that it's because he spent years exploring the land here with Logan and Patton. Virgil never usually made it that far.

That was back when they were kids. Back when the most Thomas had to worry about were the shadow demons in his closet and being caught skipping recess. Before Virgil grew and started encroaching in on Roman’s territory. Before Roman decided that he hated Virgil, and in return, Virgil decided to tear down each and every single one of his creations. Roman stopped taking Virgil to the Imagination for a while.

Virgil shifts next to Roman. His head is pounding and his vision is starting to blur and he really just wants to get this over with so he can go back to his room and sleep.

“Are we gonna go?” He asks with a poke to Roman’s cheek. If he wasn’t going to give Virgil a break, Virgil wouldn’t give him one, either.

“Hm? Yeah, let’s go.” Roman says. They start back on the winding path that curls its way up the mountain. Virgil’s anxiety decides that now is a good time to remind him of his fear of heights.

“Are you sure that the treasure is at the top of the mountain?” He asks, shuffling away from the edge. Because he doesn’t trust himself not to fall with this headache, he tells himself. No other reason at all.

“Of course! There’s no excitement in a treasure hidden halfway up a mountain! That’s for the players who settle for two stars, but us, no, we go for the perfect three!” Roman pumps his fist in the air.

“I mean, I’d settle for two.”

“Nope! Sorry Virge, this is the only treasure!” There’s a small hint of sincerity in Roman’s words, but the gleam in his eyes tells Virgil that he has no regrets.

Every passing minute on that mountain is torturous. Virgil’s legs burn and his breaths come in shallow pants. The air around them thins as they go higher, which is certainly not helping his case. Sooner or later, he’ll pass out, he thinks, and if he’s not careful, he’ll fall off the path and he’ll land amongst the trees and he could die—

“Oh, hey, look at this! I rescued a bird’s nest up here a couple years ago! One minute, Virgil, I want to go check and see if it’s still there.” Roman says, and he’s off around the corner before Virgil can even respond. And perhaps if he weren’t so lightheaded, he would have caught the fleeting look of concern that crossed Roman’s face.

Virgil slumps down against the nearest tree and closes his eyes. The treasure is only another twenty minutes up. He can do this.

Roman comes back all too soon, looking rather dejected. Virgil opens one eye at the crunching of the leaves under his feet.

“I couldn’t find the nest,” Roman says. Virgil rolls his eyes at his expression.

“It’s been how long, Princey? I don’t think it was meant to be.” He mutters, and even speaking makes him want to cry out.

“Well gee, Virge, don’t look so down on my behalf.” He opens his eyes again to see Roman offering him a hand. When Virgil doesn’t take it, his joking tone drops and he crouches down to get a proper look at Virgil. “Hey, are you okay? We can take a break.”

“Bold of you to assume I’ve ever been okay. I’m just a little dizzy, that’s all. You know I don’t like heights.” Virgil doesn’t miss how Roman winces at his words. They’d all had a talk after they’d accepted Virgil into their family and discussed Virgil’s list of boundaries. Heights happened to be quite high on that list.

“Did you want to go back down? I can sink us out,” Roman offers. He’s trying. Virgil appreciates that, he really does, but he’s come too far for them to quit. He’s determined to make this the first quest he’s ever completed. To this caliber, at least. The ones from when they were kids weren’t exactly difficult.

“No, no, we can keep going. We’re almost there, right?” Please, God, let them be almost there.

“Yeah. Maybe another half hour, if you can make it.” Thank fuck.

“If I pass out on the way, you’re carrying me.”

“In your dreams.”

With a satisfied hum, Roman rocks back and stands, one hand on his sword, looking like a true Disney prince. He grabs Virgil’s wrist and hauls him up, steadying him with practiced ease. Virgil lifts his gaze to match the determined look in his eye.

“Let’s go.”

Cold air bites at their skin as they climb, prickling like a thousand needles that burn his hands and face. Half an hour in Virgil’s state is bad enough without the fucking weather out to get him, too. It’s too late to back out now, though. He’s not about to swallow his pride and go back on his word. Not today.

It’s not long until he sees the treasure. It’s locked in an ornate silver chest underneath a golden-leafed tree, and Virgil, in his delirious, near-unconscious mind, can’t help but be reminded of the island in Lion’s mane from Steven Universe.

The tree is within reach, some ten or twenty metres ahead, and Virgil can taste victory.

And then his foot slips.

He barely registers that he’s falling when a hand snaps out to grab his arm. As Roman pulls him back to safety, Virgil is suddenly very grateful for all the time Roman’s spent running around the mindscape, sparring in the Imagination, and working out in the commons because Virgil is pretty much dead weight and Roman is far stronger than he looks holy shit.

They tumble to the ground in a heap, a messy tangle of arms and legs. It’s another second before Virgil notices the pair of arms wrapped around him, holding him tight against a warm chest. Roman presses his face into his hair and murmurs something inaudible.

“What?” Virgil mumbles, and he’s not entirely sure that he isn’t dreaming.

“I was so scared,” Roman whispers. Virgil laughs at this.

“You? You ain’t scared o’ a lil’ falling,” he slurs. His head rests against Roman’s shoulder and he can’t remember the last he’s done this— if he ever did it at all. It’s… nice.

“I’m scared of you falling, dummy,” Roman rolls his eyes, though his hands still shake. “What happens in here is my responsibility. Even your stubborn ass.”

“S’not like we can die or anything,” Virgil says, trying to play it off like he wasn’t just worrying about dying in the Imagination half an hour ago. He hasn’t seen Roman this worried since they brought Thomas to his room, and even then, the concern wasn’t necessarily for Virgil.

“We can get hurt. We can get hurt pretty bad.”

Virgil wonders when any of them have ever gotten hurt bad enough to worry Roman this badly.

“You were still in your brooding solitude when I fell out of a tree and got my ass handed to me by a hellhound.” Roman answers. Virgil blinks and he realizes that he was speaking out loud. “You could have told me that you were hurt, y’know. There’s no shame in stopping.”

“We stop every time,” Virgil argues. He flinches at the disappointed crack in his voice. “This was s’posed to be the first.”

“If you wanted to make it, then you shouldn’t have taken on that manticore,” Roman scolds, giving Virgil’s ear a sharp tug. So he did notice. Virgil bats his hand away from his face.

“If I didn’t distract it, it would’ve gone for you. I killed it, though,” he protests, albeit weakly. Roman doesn’t tense or get annoyed like he usually does. Instead, he runs a gentle hand through Virgil’s hair, the way Patton sometimes does.

“I can handle myself, Virge. This is my realm. This is where I get to protect you. You’re not the only protector in the mindscape, y’know.”

There’s a flash in Virgil’s mind and he remembers all the times Roman has stood between him and a monster, sword out and ready to attack. All the times Roman has pushed or pulled Virgil out of the way of the teeth of enormous beasts, right before he dashed off to tackle the creature. All the times Roman came back to find Virgil curled up in a secluded nook hidden from view, asking if he was okay, walking him through anxiety attacks.

“I know, I just wanted to be the one to save you this time. To like… pay you back, for all the other times.” Virgil’s voice trails off at the end because dammit, he sounds so stupid, what was he thinking?

To his surprise, Roman actually laughs.

“You don't owe me anything, baby brother. Except for that Art of Moana book. I know you lost my copy.” He says with a fond chuckle.

“Did not.”

“Mhmm, sure.”

“Roman?”

“Yeah, what's up?”

“You know you're still hugging me, right?”

“Yep.”

“...you gonna let go?”

“Absolutely not. You haven't let me hug you in years.”

“It's been two weeks.”

“Too long.”

They sit in silence for a couple minutes. Virgil finds that he doesn't mind Roman holding him. It's a far more welcome sensation than the pain flaring in his chest—

Right.

“Uhh, Roman?”

“Mm?”

“Is breathing supposed to be hard up here?”

“Uh, no. No, your lungs are just severely fucked up from that manticore fight that you didn't need to engage in. Were the centaurs not enough of a challenge for you?” Roman wags a finger in his face.

“It was me or you!”

“And in this realm, that decision will always be me. You are not to go running into danger because that is my job and I’d rather keep it that way. Can you stand?”

Virgil nods, and with Roman's help, he manages to get to his feet.

“What do you say we grab the treasure and then head home?” Roman says. Virgil can only nod. He has a sneaking suspicion that Roman is mad at him, and he's just a little terrified to see what happens when Roman really chews him out.

Roman drapes one of Virgil's arms across his neck and together they limp over to the chest under the tree.

“Honour’s all yours, Virge.” Roman bows and helps Virgil kneel down in front of the chest. The latches open easily, like they've been well-oiled, and inside is… a book.

“Isn’t this more Logan’s type?” Virgil asks, a little confused. Roman's favourite part of these quests was always personalizing gifts for whichever side was picked to go along with him.

“Well you gotta take a better look at it, Virgil,” Roman says. Virgil can already see the excited gleam in his eyes.

The book is a simple black leather-bound. He opens it to the first page and—

“You fucking didn't.”

“Oh, but I did.”

“Please tell me I’m hallucinating.”

“Nope.”

“Roman—”

“All your poetry and writing, all the stuff we worked on together. It's all in there. And all of your original art.”

“You leave me and my edgy hatching alone.” Virgil warns, though there's a smile tugging at his lips. “This is great, Roman. Thanks.”

“Anytime, Virge. It had to be perfect for your first quest. Lo and Pat already have their first quest treasures.” Roman says, ruffling Virgil's hair affectionately. He points at a page from Thomas’ teenage years. “We may have been assholes, but we still made some pretty great masterpieces.”

“Shut up, I know you put this one in here because I hate it.” Virgil laughs. He moves to stand, but the action sends him falling back on his butt. “Can we go back home now?”

“Yeah, c'mon.” Virgil doesn't have any time to process before Roman sweeps him up princess-style.

“You're carrying me,” Virgil smirks, and he's already feeling the fatigue set in.

“You're dreaming,” Roman replies with a snort. “You can sleep, Virgil. I’ve got you, little brother.”

When Virgil wakes up, he’s lying on a bed in the Mind Palace. Logan, Roman, and Patton are all crammed on the other bed beside him in a snoring heap. Sunlight streams lazily through the window, dancing lightly over the black book on the nightstand next to him. Virgil smiles. If he didn't know better, he'd say that Roman was even more of a nostalgic than Patton.

There are at least four blankets tucked firmly into the bed, effectively pinning him against the mattress. By his head, there's a ratty old stuffed rabbit, and Virgil knows that that one's from Roman.

“Hey,” Roman says, off to his left. He's on top of his cuddle pile and the least squished, so he carefully extracts himself and goes to sit on Virgil's bed.

“Hey.” Virgil croaks and wow, he sounds like shit. His headache is just a gentle throb in the back of his mind, his breaths even, if a little shallow. At least the rest of him is less shitty than yesterday.

“So, now that you're on safe, solid ground, I get to properly scold you for fighting a fucking manticore. You are so fucking lucky that it didn't sting you,” Roman huffs. He grabs the rabbit and hits Virgil's head at every word. “You gave me a real scare, y’know.”

Virgil feels a spike of irritation in his stomach.

“So if you noticed that I got hurt, why didn't you do anything?” He snaps. The bitterness from yesterday is still fresh in his mind, and now that he's rested, he can properly focus on it. Roman has the decency to look ashamed.

“You always hated it when we fussed over you. I didn't know how bad it was, but I thought you didn't want to make a big deal out of it.” He says, eyes downcast. “I should've, though.”

“Oh,” is all Virgil has to say in reply.

“Of course I noticed, though. Why do you think I kept stopping to check out the scenery? There wasn't actually a bird's nest that I rescued.” Roman continues, waving his hand animatedly as he babbles.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, you were too busy spiralling to notice that I noticed.”

“That sounds dumb.”

“You're dumb.”

“Not as dumb as you.”

“Keep telling yourself that, Virge.”

The two lock eyes for a second and then burst into laughter. To an outsider, there's nothing particularly funny about the scene. To Roman and Virgil, it's the most hilarious thing to ever happen to them.

“Oh good, you're awake,” says Logan's tired rasp. He stirs Patton, who mumbles something indistinct. Patton sits up and stretches, narrowly missing Logan's face.

“Hm?” Patton hums, still wiping the sleep from his eyes.

“Virgil's awake,” Logan says, and Patton's eyes snap open, suddenly full of energy.

“Virgil!” He exclaims, leaping off of his bed and onto Virgil’s lap.

“Hey, Pat,” Virgil grins. Patton grabs his face between his hands, pulling him in for closer inspection.

“How are you feeling? Any headache? Stomach ache? You're breathing okay?” He demands.

“‘m finph,” Virgil says through squished cheeks.

“Patton, don't you think this would be better conducted with your glasses?” Logan says, coming up behind him with Patton's glasses in hand.

“Oh, right. Thanks, Lo,” Patton smiles sheepishly. He slides them on and turns back to Virgil. “You took a pretty big hit there, kiddo.”

“Yeah, Pat, I know. Roman already chewed me out.” Virgil glares playfully at Roman, who just shrugs.

“Rightfully so. I take it that we don't have to discuss the rashness of your actions, then?” Logan muses. He fixes Virgil with a pointed look.

“Nope, I got the yelling rights. So you two can back off,” Roman says, making a shooing motion with his hands. “Now leave us alone so I can harass him some more.”

“Roman, play nice,” Patton chides, but there's no real threat in his voice. “I’m glad you're okay, Virge.”

He throws his arms around him one more time before hopping off the bed.

“We’ll go prepare some breakfast. I’m glad that you're safe, too, Virgil.” Logan says, and with a nod, he leads Patton out of the room.

Roman and Virgil sit in silence for a minute, hands in their laps, not knowing what to say.

“Thanks,” Roman says after a bit. Virgil lifts his head.

“For what?”

“For taking the manticore for me. That was pretty brave of you.” Roman's voice is quiet, and Virgil knows that that's a pretty big compliment coming from him..

“Yeah, well, protecting people is kind of what I'm supposed to do.” Virgil offers him what he hopes is a reassuring smile. He's working on it. “So you’re not mad?”

“Of course not! I’m proud of you, Virge. My ickle baby Virgil, all grown up now.” Roman sniffs and pretends to wipe away a tear.

“Shut up.”

“Never.”

#prinxiety #platonic prinxiety #roman sanders #virgil sanders #ts roman #ts virgil #thomas sanders #sanders sides #blink writes #there's an unhealthy amount of conjunctions and repetition in here but am i gonna fix it?? nOPE #cursing tw #brotherly prinxiety

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numba99 · 5 years

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Hate to Love You

summary: anyone who knows me knows I love slim jim bUT I have this thing with hate fucking him. It’s HOT okay. This is an old trope but honestly i never get tried of reading these kinds of stories so i figured why not. I also might turn this into a series bc i have some ideas for it going longish term but we’ll see. ALSO for the purpose of this kevin is still a ranger bc A) i don’t know how to let go and B) i need the dynamic okay ty Word count 2,249

Warnings: smut, drinking, being kinda mean/aggressive i guess?? it’s nothing crazy but if a guy coming on strong makes you uncomfy you may not like this but everything is 100% consensual also i didn’t proof read bc im me

You slipped through the door of your friend Brady’s apartment, music and the scent of beer attacking your senses. You scanned the room of vaguely familiar faces, looking for the one you knew best.

You’ve been childhood best friends with Brady, growing up together in Minnesota. You had grown apart a bit after high school when you moved to New York for college. As fate would have it, Brady’s hockey career would take off and he ended up in New York with the Rangers. You guys linked up again and it was like you never spent time apart. You loved everything about Brady - in the most brotherly way possible. Well, everything except his roommate.

Jimmy Vesey. The absolute thorn in your side. From the first day you met, you both rubbed each other the wrong way. You didn’t understand how someone as sweet as Brady could like him so much. He was cocky and obnoxious, and you weren’t afraid to tell him that. You pushed each other’s buttons in all the wrong ways and you tried to avoid him as best as you could.

Going to Brady’s place was always a gamble. Sometimes Jimmy would be out and you could just enjoy your time with him. But when he was there... let’s just say there wasn’t a moment of peace. As annoying as he was, you tried not to let that get in the way of seeing Brady. He was your best friend after all, and you definitely weren’t going to let a punk like Jimmy ruin that.

“Hey y/n,” Brady greeted you. He wrapped his arms around you, careful not to spill any of the content of his cup on you. “I’m so glad you made it.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss a Skjei party for the world,” you replied.

“Let me get you something to drink,” Brady said. You followed him to the kitchen smiling at some of the people you recognized from past parties. Thankfully, none of them were Jimmy. Brady made you your favorite: vodka cranberry. Although he always managed to go a little heavy on the vodka.

Nonetheless, you drank it happily as you mingled throughout the party. You caught up with Brady’s girlfriend and a few of her friends that you’ve gotten to know throughout the years. A couple of Brady’s teammates were there as well, though you hadn’t seen Jimmy yet. Maybe it was your lucky night.

“Hey,” a soft voice spoke from behind you. You spun around, finding the blue eyes of Kevin Hayes’ looking down at you.

“Hey,” you smiled. Now Kevin was a friend of Brady’s you didn’t mind. Kevin was everything Jimmy wasn’t: kind, funny, and respectful. Plus, he was pretty easy on the eyes.

“Haven’t seen you in a while,” he said, sounding almost sad.

“I know, works been crazy,” you explained, “I’ve been meaning to get to a game, but every time I’m free, you guys are on the road.”

“Hopefully you can come to one soon, we are kind of in need of a little luck,” Kevin said.

You laughed, “You guys will figure it out. In the mean time, I’ll check my schedule. Maybe I can make it the next time you guys are in town.”

“I’d like that,” Kevin smiled shyly. Before you could reply, there was a commotion in the next room. You and Kevin exchanged a confused look before going to investigate. A circle was forming on Brady’s living room floor.

“Y/n, Kevin, we are playing spin the bottle come join!” one of Brady’s girlfriend’s called to you. She was giggling, much more drunk than you. Maybe if you were on her level, you’d be more inclined to play. It seemed a little juvenile to you.

“I don-” you began, but Kevin cut you off.

“Oh come on it could be kinda fun,” he nudged you. You sighed, Kevin wasn’t exactly easy to say no to.

“Fine. But just one round,” you told him. Kevin smiled, walking with you to join the circle. Just as it was about to begin, none other than Jimmy Vesey wedged himself between two guys across from you. Gross. You thought you had hit the jackpot of Jimmy being out, but no such luck. Maybe Kevin should rethink using you for luck at a game.

You rolled your eyes at his presence, avoiding looking at him. The game began and you watched as people spun the empty beer bottle and kissed the person it landed on. You quickly could tell who was into each other, their lips lingering longer than necessary. Kevin didn’t seem to get so lucky, only giving the girl he landed on the quickest kiss.

Finally it was your turn. With reluctance, you spun the bottle, watching it go round and round until it stopped. You looked up to see who it landed on and nearly gagged. Jimmy.

“Absolutely not,” you stated, not caring if you looked like a dick.

“Oh please, you’d be lucky to kiss me,” Jimmy rolled his eyes.

“You can’t say no, that’s not how the game works,” a voice said. You weren’t even sure who it was, you were too irritated by the stupid smirk on Jimmy’s face.

“I don’t care, I’m not kissing him,” you replied.

“Scared you’re going to catch feelings?” Jimmy sneered.

“I’m scared I’m going to catch something,” you shot back.

“Whoa, wait. Can’t someone take a dare instead of a kiss?” Kevin asked. God bless him.

“Yes, fine. I’ll take a dare,” you said quickly. Anything but that.

Some guy you never met before piped up, “Okay I dare you to kiss Jimmy.” The circle erupted in laughter. You felt your blood boiling. Whoever that man was, he was officially on your shit list.

“You guys fucking suck,” you grumbled. It’s just a stupid kiss, you told yourself, just do it and don’t give Jimmy that satisfaction of thinking you’re scared.

“I’m waiting,” Jimmy puckered his lips in your direction. You knew he was enjoying how annoyed this was making you. Don’t give him the satisfaction, don’t give him the satisfaction, don’t give him the satisfaction.

You leaned across the circle, closing your eyes. You pressed your lips to his, pulling away almost as soon as contact was made. “See now was that so bad?” Jimmy teased.

“Asshole,” you grumbled, standing up and leaving the circle in a huff. You made a beeline for the bathroom, wanting to wash him off your lips. If you were being honest... it wasn’t that bad. His lips were kinda soft, it really wasn’t-

Get a fucking grip, you cut your own thought off. You stared at yourself in the mirror wondering just how much vodka Brady put in that drink. That would be the only way you could be anything less that disgusted by kissing Jimmy.

Okay so maybe, maybe, there was the slightest part of you deep, deep down that thought Jimmy was good looking. Not that you would ever admit that, especially not to him. You talked way to much shit about him and he would never let you live that down. Besides, even if he was kinda cute (deep, deep down) he was still an ass and you didn’t want anything to do with him.

You swished mouth wash through your mouth and convinced yourself the only reason you didn’t hate the kiss was because you were buzzed. You washed off your hands out of habit of being in the bathroom and went to head out.

As you swung open the door, a figure standing before you made you jump. Jimmy. Great.

“What do you want?” you snapped.

“You know, you are in my bathroom in my apartment,” Jimmy replied, stepping passed you. He eyed the mouthwash on the counter. “So fucking dramatic.”

“If you weren’t so gross I wouldn’t have to be so fucking dramatic,” you replied.

“Oh come on, y/n, I know you liked it,” Jimmy replied, stepping closer to you. You took a step back, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. How did he know. Your heel hit the door, pushing it back almost completely closed.

“You just can’t stand the idea of a girl who isn’t dying to get in your pants,” you rolled your eyes.

“You don’t have to act in here, y/n,” he said getting closer to you, “It’s just you and me. You can admit you wanna fuck me.” You let out a laugh.

“Either you’re drunk or you’re fucking deranged,” You replied. You ignored the way he said you wanting to fuck him made your heart rate spike.

“I see the way you look at me,” he continued, getting closer to you still. You tried to take a step back, but you were completely against the door. He placed his hand next your head, pressing the the door closed with a click. “I know you want me.”

“I want nothing to do with you,” you said, sounding a lot less confident than you would had hoped. Suddenly, his hand was on your thigh. It was a gentle touch, so much so that you almost didn’t feel it.

“If you don’t want anything to do with me, than tell me to stop,” Jimmy stated, looking you dead in the eyes. His hand pressed against your skin with a bit more pressure. Your mind was going a hundred miles a minute, trying to figure out what to say. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction but, fuck, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t turned on.

“You’re annoying,” was all you could manage.

“That’s not a no,” he pointed out. His hand slid high up your thigh and just under your skirt, making you squirm. “Come on, tell me no. I’ll stop the second you do,” he said, brow raised. His eyes were still locked on yours, a mischievous glint in them. It was becoming a battle of resolve and the way he smirked at you, you knew he knew he was winning.

You were silent as his hand went further up, inching ever closer to your core that was starting to ache, despite your better judgement. Jimmy brushed a finger over your underwear, making you draw in a quick breath. He paused, waiting to see if you’d say anything.

“You just can’t say no can you?” Jimmy smirked, “I knew it.”

“I hate you,” you growled, wondering where your will power went. Just as the words left your lips, a finger slipped into your under wear. Jimmy a finger along your slit, smiling to himself.

“If you hate me so much, why are you so wet for me, hmm?” he asked. God he was such an asshole. You wanted to slap the cocky grin right off his face.

“Doesn’t matter you couldn’t do shit about it anyway,” you huffed.

“Is that a challenge?” Jimmy asked. You told yourself you were going to tell him to fuck off and leave, but that’s not what you heard yourself say.

“It’s whatever you want it to be.”

“And what if I want it to be you cumming on my fingers?” Jimmy asked, hooking a finger through your underwear. It was impressive how he managed to make your skin crawl and turn you on with one sentence.

“Then you should shut the fuck up and do something about it,” you shot back, sick of his games.

Without another word, Jimmy yanked your underwear down your legs. He coated his fingers in your wetness, allowing him to rub smooth circles over your clit. You bit your lip, not wanting to moan as he slid two fingers inside you.

His fingers were long and slender, allowing him to hit a sweet spot deep inside you. You squirmed against the wall, hating how quickly you felt a knot of pleasure form in your stomach. You looked down, refusing to let him seeing you enjoy it. You couldn’t see him fingering you, as he was under your skirt, but you could hear how wet you were and he most definitely heard it too.

“You didn’t have to make this so easy,” he taunted you, pressing his fingers deeper in you.

You stifled a moan. “God can’t you ever just shut up.”

“Nope.”

You wanted to say something clever, but your mind was clouded. You were trying to focus, not wanting to cum to fast. His ego didn’t need that. Part of you didn’t want to cum at all. You savored the idea of him just pumping into you and getting nothing. You thought it would be wonderful to watch him deflate like that but, fuck, it did feel good.

Jimmy twisted his hand slightly, allowing his palm press against your clit. Your knees buckled, making Jimmy chuckle as he continued to work at you. He was relentless, and you were nearing closer to your end.

The friction of Jimmy’s palm against your sensitive clit coupled with his fingers hitting all the right spots inside you became too much. Despite what your mind wanted, your body gave into the pleasure. A low moan escaped your lips and your head tilted back and your eyes squeezed shut. It would be better to not look right at him.

Jimmy didn’t linger, removing his hand form under your skirt just as you finished. “You’re welcome,” he said in your ear, with a triumphant smirk. Without another word, he slipped out of the bathroom and back to the party, leaving you shaking in the bathroom.

#j vesey #jimmy vesey smut #jimmy vesey imagine #new york rangers imagine #new york rangers smut #nhl imagines #nhl fanfiction

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dragonlands · 6 years

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Friendship vs queerbaiting

"Can we stop shipping all (m/m) friendships as romance?"

First of all, no. Why should we? Shipping is supposed to be fun, and we can ship whatever we want as long as the characters are fictional. With real people it's a little trickier but this is not about real people shipping so I'll leave it at that. People don't usually choose a ship, shipping happens a little like falling in love: we find ourselves attracted to the dynamic of certain characters and the ship just kind of happens.

Shipping is not activism, like people often remind here. We fans don't need to ship the ship with the most under represented dynamic, we should ship the ship that makes us happy. It's not homophobic if you don't ship the popular gay ship. Its not racist if you ship the main character with the white person instead of poc bc you feel like these two have a better dynamic. And so on. But I need to add here that if a queer/interracial couple is canon but you ship them in a straight/white relationship with someone else it's a little... questionable at least. It depends the dynamic and the history of these characters and so on, but I'm just saying that there are exceptions to the rule I just presented.

So, if you feel like friendships between two men are under represented you have no right to tell people they shouldn't ship it because you prefer their dynamic as something else than romantic. And also: where did the idea come that they are under represented? The sole reason why so many non canon ships are m/m friendships is because THEY ARE EVERYWHERE. Plus, all kinds of friendships are shipped, f/f and f/m too but they're much rarer in mainstream fiction which is why they are also less popular in fandom. If you think "Fandom only ships canonically straight white men", look at Clexa for example. They only had one season together, and it got to the top of tumblr's most shipped list immediately. Stormpilot is very popular and it's interracial while neither is white. Don't blame the fandom for something the creators are responsible for.

The idea that we shouldn't ship friendships tells something about how our society portrays romance - an instant connection, physical attraction, something that consumes your soul after the first glance and makes you leave everything, even your friends and family behind. As if you were ready to die for them after one conversation, one night together, sometimes even just one look. This doesn't sound healthy or even normal to me.

Romance and friendship are not mutually exclusive. Healthy romances are often build on friendship, and even if infatuation comes first and dating second, any couple who has been married for years will tell you that the secret to a happy marriage is being good friends too. Best friends, actually, since they have to spend most time together. Of course I'm not saying we shouldn't ship different kinds of dynamics, I enjoy love/hate relationships as much as the next person, but popular ships that are accused of queerbaiting are usually canonically close friendships.

Drawing a line between close friendship and queerbaiting can be tricky, I admit. Sometimes even if I do think something is queerbaiting I understand the opposite opinion, sometimes not. Often, the opposite argument is something like this: "Yes, they clearly do love each other very deeply, deeper than most friends, but that's because they're like brothers/siblings." And I'm like... no. I know brotherly love is a saying but it isn't really... a thing. For people who aren't actually brothers. Because there are two things that make people siblings: 1) Biology, as in they are genetically siblings. 2) They have been brought up as siblings, they have the same parents and have known each other since birth.

Often siblings are both, but there are adopted siblings, and biological siblings who haven't met each other before adulthood. So if you can't check either of these for your ship, it's not incestuous. No matter how brotherly you think their love is. Because yes, people can form strong bonds to people outside family, but even childhood friends don't have the experience that siblings have. They don't have the same parents and the same happy family memories or shared trauma. They've never had the kind of authority that a parent is, who is close for both and able to decide who's right about the fight and who gets a punishment, who gets the bigger cake slide etc. And when you're biologically related the biology actually affects your relationship: it's just part of surviving the natural selection that we protect those who are genetically like us. Also there's a natural repulsiveness towards our relatives which prevents us from getting mutant babies. These things obviously apply to adoptive siblings too, but not to "bros".

So if someone says that these two characters have a deep connection but it's brotherly, sure, they can think that, but they have no way of getting actual evidence for their claim. Whereas if I think some characters are in love I can present evidence. I obviously can't prove it unless it becomes canon, but I can make it pretty clear why I think so.

Now, I'm all for having male characters be close friends without it making them gay. We need to show that men should be able to talk about their emotions with each other, just like female friends do. It's proven by many studies that straigh men are likely to have their girlfriend/wife as their only emotional support, and that needs to change. Male friend supporting the other when he talks about his crush on a girl: hell yeah. Male friend supporting the other when their parent dies: hell yeah. Male friends talking about games and selfcare and literature and their interests just like female friends do: HELL YEAH! I would like to see male friendships where they need each other because they have shared interests and memories and because they can be open with each other. Being physically comfortable with each other. All that.

But, you see, most so called friendships that are popular as ships and accused of queerbaiting, are not what I just described. These friendships are codependent. If the other died or was taken away from the other the other wouldn't just be sad for a year or so, but they would lose their grip of life and themselves. They are contradictory, and the characters are bad at describing their feelings for each other, unaware whether the "friendship" is mutual, surprised when the other shows that they care. They are full of misunderstandings, and the narrative seems that there's something that they're going towards. Normal friendships are solid and stationary, and while they do change with time and circumstance, they're not constantly evolving as if what the people involved have right now is not what both want.

Friends have fights over petty things, and sometimes just can't be around each other. These characters usually fight - if they fight - because they leave things unsaid and the viewer is forced to think: what did they mean to say? There's tension, neither of them knows how to quite be around the other but they need them like they need air. It is sometimes even shown that even if the other is in a relationship with another person, they can't share the most important parts of their life with that person - they need their "friend" for that. As if love was just physical, no common interests or chemistry needed.

Obviously there will always be some things that can only be shared with a certain person and that person may not be your lover, but at least in my opinion it makes sense if your romantic partner is the one who gets you the most. Especially if the love is supposed to be ideal or even supported by the audience which mostly is the case in fictional romance. And if the "friends" have most in common with each other, have shared their most vulvenerable moments with each other and seem to have romantic chemistry to many of the viewers, why not make them a couple? Because they are both straight men? (Or women, but most often men since most main characters are men.)

The argument against queer ships is usually just "not everyone is gay". Yes, well, obviously not. Some people are straight, that's true. They don't feel attraction to the same sex even if their life depends of it (So I've heard. As a bisexual myself this sounds like a weird concept. Whatever.)

And the conversation continues: "I think these two men you ship together are both straight, so they can't feel attraction towards each other."

"Fine, that's your opinion. But how do you prove that?"

"He slept with a woman/flirted with a woman/ loved a woman etc."

"Bisexuality. Exists. Also, some gay people try to date the opposite sex before they admit they are gay, because society teaches that's the normal thing to do. They could be in denial, or pretend to be straight so they don't get beat up or something like that, it's often hard to be queer. But once again: BISEXUALITY EXISTS."

So, the person saying they're straight is usually just basing their thoughts on heteronormativity, thinking that they're straight until proven otherwise. Fandom, on the other hand, looks at how the character acts around different genders and bases their opinion of their sexuality on that.

Back to "Not everyone is gay". What do people even mean when they use that phase? I look at the fictional universe that I love and see zero canon queer people, or maybe two minor characters that were in one episode. The world is filled with characters, and I'm only pointing at a few of them and saying that they seem to have potential for a romance, why not? Straight people already have almost every popular character, is it really too much to ask if we could get one or two too? That's not everyone.

The fans don't want the show/book/movie to become a romance suddenly, we're in this fandom because we like the thing that makes it what it is. We're just asking to acknowledge the romance that literally is already there. WE'RE NOT ASKING FOR A SEX SCENE. We're asking for something that could make the people who watch/read the thing from their heteronormative viewpoint see that it was actually queer all along. So that they would stop ridiculing us queer people for "seeing things that aren't there." Something very small will do: Hannigram didn't even have to kiss because everything needed to make a romance were already there, they just needed one conversations to make it clear that yes, Hannibal was in love with Will and yes, Will did ache for him too. Simple. Korrasami just walked off together in the end. With both cases the fans were happy, and it proves that the idea that "fangirls just want to see two men fuck" is wrong. We just crave to be represented.

The final argument against the queer interpretation is: "Relationships are complex, and sometimes you don't fall for the person who seems to be the perfect match for you." Yes. Real life is complex. Sometimes love is just physical, often you don't fall for your friend. BUT. As a writer, you're not trying to recreate real life. You're showing things and emotions that are important to the story, so why make a multi season/movie/book arch for a relationship between two men if you're just going to pair them off for someone else?

As a person who's into writing I get really confused by these things. One of the first lessons I learned that I still hear daily is: "show, don't tell". If you've shown us the two men falling for each other, telling that one or both of them suddenly love someone else won't fix it. And if every other character in the universe seems to think these two are a couple then it's not very hard for the viewer to see that too.

I am tired of hearing about "platonic love stories". The creators have called so many popular ships that, as if it somehow excused their queerbaiting. Platonic and love story are each other's opposites, and platonic love stories don't exist - unless they're talking about the platonic concept of love: that humans had four legs, four arms and two heads but they were too powerful so the gods divided them in two, and that's why people need a soulmate. But usually they don't mean that - however, sometimes they do. Thank gods for Hugh Dancy. But when creators literally call the ship a love story between two men yet insist it's not romantic, it probably aren't the fans who are reaching. If it's a love story, let it be a love story.

#johnlock #destiel #hannigram #clexa #merthur #korrasami #stucky #stony #stormpilot #sherlock #marvel #captain america #idk how to tag this like i spent days writing this i need people to read this lmao

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