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hannieehaee · 2 months

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Svt member jerking off to another members gf

18+ / mdi

another member jacking off to you

content: established relationship, smut, afab reader, masturbation, mentions of a member catching you nude/having sex on accident, mentions of your or a member catching another member masturbating, etc.

wc: 781

a/n: i wasnt sure whether to write this from the pov of the member masturbating or the member who has a gf's pov, so i just went for the second one ... anyways i think irl theyd be genuinely angry at this lol but i decided to make it more lighthearted and crack-ish. hope u enjoy<3

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seungcheol -

he'd be mad as shit lmao. if he ever caught wind of (or even worse, caught) one of his members touching themselves with you in mind, all hell would break loose. he didnt care if it was all in their imagination, he'd go on a rampage to make sure none of them ever even looked your way ever again.

jeonghan -

he's a lil weird so i think he would do that little gremlin laugh he does and find some type of sick pride in knowing that even though you were his and only his, you had his friends wanting you so bad they had to jack off to the thought of you.

joshua -

just cocky about it. oh yeah? you want his girlfriend? too bad! she's well taken care of by her boyfriend joshua. no one could ever have you but him. it'd feed his ego knowing others wanted you but you'd never even so much as look their way as long as you had joshua.

jun -

just whiny about it. he knew his brothers quite well so he wouldnt think of it too deeply into it, knowing that you were quite pretty and probably had the affections of many men. he'd still be bothered by it, but not enough to actually have much of a reaction.

soonyoung -

this would activate an overly touchy side of him (even more than usual), refusing to leave your side (or stop fucking you at every given moment) in order to assert his dominance towards any member who dared look at you in anything other than a platonic way. somehow you'd also have to end up reassuring him that you like him and him only lmao.

wonwoo -

uncharacteristically cocky about it. but also would turn a little more possessive after finding out one of his members had you in mind while jacking off. even if you were unaware of what had happened, he'd fuck you extra hard for the next few days in order to let you (and everyone else) know how much you were his and only his.

jihoon -

would also turn super possessive at the situation. that, plus genuinely annoyed lol. he took your sex life and relationship to be something very private, so knowing that one of his member's even pictured you in that context would have him huffing and puffing his chest in annoyance. he'd be all over you for a while just to reassure himself that you were no one else's but his.

seokmin -

he'd feel kinda sad for some reason (?) like he would feel so weird at knowing you were in someone else's mind in such a way, specially since it was a friend of his. he'd feel sad for them knowing they could never have you, but also annoyed knowing other people wanted you in ways only he should ever want you.

mingyu -

would whine and pout and maybe even get genuinely annoyed. it was kind of crossing a boundary for his member to literally moan out his s/o's name while jerking off. why were you even on their mind in the first place? you were his and his only. he'd have to confront them and give them a reality check in the nicest way he could.

minghao -

he'd feel a little weird about it, wondering why jack off to you of all people. then he'd reason that you were the prettiest thing he'd ever laid eyes on and try to be a little more understanding. he'd maybe relate this to somewhat of a parasocial relationship, knowing it would never be mutual attraction between you and his member.

seungkwan -

absolutely scandalized and annoyed. why in all hell was his member whining out your name? why not find literally anyone else to be the protagonist of their fantasies? you were taken in every sense of the world, and even mere thoughts of you belonged to seungkwan and seungkwan only.

vernon -

can't really help what makes you horny, he'd think with a shrug. that's as far as that thought would go. yeah, sure, it was kinda weird that one of his friends was thinking about you in that context, but imagination is only imagination. nothing was actually happening, so it wouldnt really make him think too much of it.

chan -

frustrated more than anything. he already shared everything of his with his members. what do you mean he now had to share you with them? no. simply unacceptable. would curse and nag at whoever thought it was okay to even look at you in any way other than innocent. he'd become super possessive of you after that, showing off how much you were his to all his members.

#seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #svt fanfic #svt x reader #seventeen #seventeen imagine #svt #seventeen oneshot #seventeen smut #svt smut #svt imagines #svt scenarios #seventeen scenarios #svt reactions #seventeen reaction

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supernovafics · 6 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 2.7k words

summary: in which a moment at a party that led to a drunken kiss and a heartfelt admission pushes you and your best friend away from each other. after nearly a week of silence, it’s still hard to find the right words to say to steve and to find the right way to mend what feels as if it has been permanently broken. until you’re drunk at a bar and he is the one to come and get you.

warnings: bestfriend!steve, explicit language, underage alcohol consumption, angst with a happy ending<33

author’s note: this was sitting in the drafts for a veryvery long time and i’ve finally decided to let it see the light of day🫶🏾 (full “folklore” album series masterlist here)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“i didn't know if you'd care if i came back, i have a lot of regrets about that.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The bar was comforting in a weird kind of way.

It was pretty dark and empty for the most part, which partly made sense since it was ten o’clock on a random Wednesday night. You didn’t mind the music softly playing and the stool you were sitting on actually felt comfortable, or maybe it was the alcohol making you believe that.

Somehow even with the number of drinks you’d had in the past hour, it still didn’t manage to effectively push your thoughts far away from Steve and what happened at Robin’s birthday party.

You couldn’t not think about the kiss with him, which you had abruptly and drunkenly initiated; it was a kiss that felt simultaneously wrong and right. And his words that followed the kiss played on what felt like an endless loop in your mind too.

“I’ve wanted this, I’ve wanted us, for practically forever. Ever since that moment our mom’s forced us to meet at that county fair thing when we were ten, I think I knew it was you.”

It was hard to think about what you did in response to that, but still the quick, “I’m sorry, I can’t,” you managed to stutter out before basically running away from him played on equal loop in your head.

The two of you hadn’t spoken since that Saturday night, with you returning back to your college that was two hours away from Hawkins early the next morning. And you were unsure if it was you leading this dance or if both of you were equally avoiding each other because the phone calls that would happen practically daily were reduced to nothing. It had barely been a week, but it was long enough for everything in your life to feel shifted; to feel a little emptier.

“You look like you need to talk to someone,” The bartender, a woman who you were certain couldn’t be older than thirty, said as she slid you the latest drink you’d ordered.

“No, I’m fine. It’s just…” You trailed off with a small sigh before taking a sip from the cold glass. “I did something stupid this past weekend and I regret it, but I also think it might have been the right thing to do.” You were unsure if you were referring to the kissing Steve part or the running away from him part. “I don’t know, I just wish that entire night hadn’t happened, actually.”

You knew that it wasn’t solely your inebriation that made your words seem as if they didn’t make any sense, because everything going through your head was so damn confusing even when you were completely sober. None of it, the emotions you were feeling or the situation itself, fully made sense to you and you forced yourself to not think about any of it by solely consuming yourself with your schoolwork for the last few days. And when doing that was no longer enough to silence your thoughts, you decided to come to this bar.

It was dumb and probably only making things worse, you knew that, but it also felt so much easier.

“Okay,” The woman said. “Can I have a lot more context?”

You were unsure why you had the immediate urge to tell her everything. Maybe it was the alcohol, or perhaps because it was just always so easy for anyone to pour their heart out to a stranger.

“My friend— my best friend, we’ve known each other since we were ten— me and him were at a party. It was actually our other friend’s birthday and she just turned eighteen, so of course, we had to make it a huge thing for her, and we did it at Steve’s house; my best friend, that’s his name. Anyway, it’s about two hours into the party and we’re all pretty drunk. Me and Steve are in his backyard sitting on one of his old patio chairs, and then I don’t know why, I blame it on my drunkenness and how close we were in that moment, but I kissed him. I pulled away almost immediately, but then he said that he has wanted this, wanted us, to happen for so long, and I didn’t know what to say to any of that. So, I just mumbled out a stupid “I’m sorry,” and then left.”

You had barely taken a breath as you spoke, spitting out what happened that night in one rushed go. Finally saying all of it out loud— recounting the story in pretty much its entirety— made you feel a little better. Everything was still a complete mess, but you felt like you could breathe the tiniest bit easier.

“Why did you leave?”

A part of you expected her to ask that question, and at this point, you should’ve had an answer to it that felt certain, but you didn’t.

“It just… It felt like the right thing to do, I think.”

The thought of anything more happening with Steve hadn’t ever crossed your mind, at least not consciously, and even now you still refused to think more about it. Because it wasn't just about Steve. You didn’t want anything more with anyone; you didn’t want feelings, a relationship, any of it.

It wasn’t that you hated love or the thought of it, it was more so that you had been burned because of it so many times that you refused to fall into it so easily again. Falling for boys that you thought actually liked you only to be proven wrong and left heartbroken.

“I get it,” The bartender ultimately said, her voice soft. “You guys have been friends for practically forever and if you started dating and then broke up it would probably change everything between you two.”

We would never break up.

The thought hit you so abruptly that it actually managed to surprise you.

The woman looked at you, confused. “Okay… So, then what’s the problem?”

“What?”

“You said that you and him would never break up, so what’s the problem?”

You hadn’t realized you said the thought out loud, and you couldn’t even feel embarrassed about accidentally saying it because all you could think about was how completely true it was. You and Steve would work so well together, you pretty much already did. You knew the ins and outs of each other; everything little that was annoying but also so endearing. It was what you loved about him— as a friend and as more.

But still, it was so fucking hard to admit that out loud, and you wanted to forget about the entire realization.

“I– I don’t know,” You finally answered before folding your arms against the countertop and then putting your head down. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that that action would be enough to will away the tears that you could now feel threatening to spill out.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“and i ended up here. pouring out my heart to a stranger.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Hey, you okay?”

The voice was soft and immediately comforting and oh so familiar. It was enough to put a smile on your face, but your head was starting to pound so you couldn’t bear to do anything but groan.

You lifted your head and mumbled out a soft, “Steve?”

You only vaguely remembered the bartender, whose name you eventually learned was Chelsea, asking for a phone number of someone that could pick you up. And although you should’ve given her your roommate’s number, you instead gave her Steve’s.

“I never thought I’d be the one picking you up from a bar,” Steve said as he sat down next to you. “I always thought it would be the other way around.”

“Y’know what they say about college, it changes people,” You told him with a nonchalant shrug. The two of you hadn’t talked in days, but it still felt like second nature to fall back into the joking cadence you had with him. “I’m a total badass now.”

Steve laughed a bit and looked at you amusingly. “Mhm, yeah, sure you are.”

You weren’t as drunk anymore but you were entering the early stages of a hangover that would be a bitch, and you already knew that there was no way you’d be going to your eleven o’clock Statistics class.

“I can’t believe you drove two hours to pick me up,” You said as you settled yourself in the passenger seat of Steve’s car after you paid your pricey tab and goodbyes were said to Chelsea.

Steve offered you a small smile. “What else are best friends for?”

You couldn’t help but look away from him as you mumbled out a soft, “I didn’t know we were still that.”

“We’ll always be that.”

There was so much certainty in his voice that it actually managed to soothe something inside of you. Only for a second, though, because then you were back in your head again.

The drive back to your dorm was quiet with only the soft sounds of the radio to fill the silence. It was a short ride, only about ten minutes, and the entire time you could only focus on your dull headache and what you wanted to say to Steve because you knew that you had to say something. Although you didn’t want to, that night needed to finally be talked about.

When he was parked in front of your building, you still didn’t know exactly what to say, but you decided to start with something. “Listen, about Robin’s party–”

“It’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it. Let’s just pretend it never happened,” Steve interrupted you. He pushed a hand through his hair and then met your gaze. “It was really dumb of me to say all of that stuff, and I partially blame it on all the drinks we had— definitely way too many. We’re just friends, I know that. And your life is here now, for the most part, and mine is back in Hawkins, so yeah…” He trailed off with a small shrug.

You suddenly felt nauseous and you knew it had nothing to do with the alcohol. He was saying everything that you fully thought you wanted to hear— what happened at the party should’ve never happened, you two were just friends— so why did it feel so wrong?

Things became quiet and Steve was looking at you expectantly, and you were unsure how long you’d been silent for.

“Um, yeah, exactly,” You finally said as you unbuckled your seatbelt. Before you opened the passenger door to leave his car, you reached over and pulled Steve in for a hug. “Drive safe.”

“Thanks,” He said as his arms circled around you.

For some reason, there was a huge part of you that wanted to say “I’m sorry” in that moment, but you didn’t entirely know why, so instead you said nothing and simply got out of his car.

You headed to the entrance of your dorm building and then turned around, giving Steve a final wave before he drove away.

It was then— as he headed down the street and after a few moments his car became completely out of your view— that you wished you’d been honest; with yourself and with him.

Because it was in that moment of you yearning for him to turn around mixed with you sincerely wanting to go after him that essentially sealed it for you.

Steve was different and he always would be.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“and maybe i don't quite know what to say, but i'm here in your doorway.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You felt slightly lucky that you only had two classes on Thursdays because when you woke up after sleeping through your Statistics class, you knew that you wouldn’t be going to your Psychology class that started at three. And the reasoning actually had nothing to do with your hangover.

Aside from the slight headache, you woke up with your mind feeling completely clear for the first time in a long time. You knew exactly what you wanted and what you wanted to do, and before that feeling could go away, or you could convince yourself to push it away, you were in your car an hour before your class was supposed to start and driving to Hawkins. You were pretty much running off of impulse and hope.

The weather was terrible and you hated driving in the rain, but it didn’t matter to you right then because you needed to see Steve.

You had two long hours of driving in terrible rain to figure out what exactly you wanted to say to him, yet you still couldn’t form a coherent set of sentences in your head. But, similar to the rain, that didn’t stop you from ringing his doorbell.

In hindsight, it probably would’ve been smart to bring an umbrella because it was still pouring and from the short walk from your car to his front door, your clothes managed to become effectively soaked, but it didn’t bother you.

“Hey,” He said when he opened the door, it was easy to tell that he was surprised to see you. “Did you drive all the way here?”

You quickly nodded at his question. “Yes.”

“You hate driving in rain.”

“Yeah, but I… I just really wanted to talk to you, and didn’t wanna do it over the phone.”

“Come inside,” Steve said, pushing the door open wider so that you could step in.

You almost followed him but then stopped. “No, wait… I kinda just wanna say this here.”

Steve looked at you confused, but ultimately nodded. “Okay.” He then stepped out of his house and closed the door behind him; his clothes immediately got wet. “It feels wrong that you’re the only one getting hit by the rain.”

You laughed a bit. “Thank you. That’s very considerate.”

Things got quiet for a second and you suddenly felt nervous, but you pushed that feeling to the side.

“I know you said that we don’t need to talk about the party and we should pretend that it never happened. And although that’s exactly what I’d been doing for the past few days, I don’t wanna do that anymore.” It actually didn’t feel too hard to let all of this out; verbalizing exactly what had been going on in your head. In a way, it felt like a relief. “I think I kissed you that night because deep down I know that it’s you too. And that it’s always been you… Which is actually so scary to think about because we’ve known each other for so long and you’re the one person in my life that has been the biggest constant. You’ve seen every part of my very horrific love life and I don’t want us to end up like any of the stupid relationships I had before, and I think that’s why I ran away that night, which I do really regret.” You pulled your eyes away from his for a second. “But, what we have is different, and I want to try. I want us to try.”

You let out a long breath. “Okay, that’s it.”

Steve didn’t say anything for a few moments, and it was then that you realized how loud the rain was, and somehow it was actually a bit calming to hear the sounds of the heavy drops hitting the ground.

You searched his eyes to see if you could decipher what he was thinking, but before you could get a clear read on anything, he was closing the small bit of distance between you both and reaching up to cup your face in his hands before leaning in to kiss you.

The abruptness of the action slightly startled you, but you were completely okay with this nonverbal response to you pouring your heart out. You were kissing him back almost immediately and suddenly the sound of the rain was gone and instead all you could hear was your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

The kiss felt perfectly new but also so insanely familiar; even though this was the first time this was happening sober. And so many things were running through your mind, but it was also effectively blank and you knew you wouldn’t be able to form a coherent sentence even if you tried.

Most of all, though, everything happening right then— the way your hands fisted themselves in his rain soaked t-shirt to pull him impossibly closer to you, and how his thumb stroked your cheek so tenderly— it all felt so certain and sure and right; there wasn’t an ounce of doubt lingering in the air around you both or lacing its way within the kiss.

When you pulled away to catch your breath and smiled up at him, a smile that Steve immediately matched with an elated grin of his own, it slightly killed you that all of this hadn't happened sooner.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“i just wanted you to know that this is me trying.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

let me know ur thoughts<333

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x fem!reader #stranger things fluff #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington

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mcfuckity · 10 months

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You know what? Im breaking my silence. Im TIRED of people missing Jess’ character on purpose. Like, everyone can use context clues and fill in the blanks for every other character but somehow Jess is the only one taken at face value? Jess is being seen as a cold, detached, mean bitch by fans but I cannot determine whether we even watched the same movie.

Let’s address the elephant in the room, because she is a black woman who is NOT a mammy character, people criticize her harsher. Jess was MORE than Miguel’s “lackey”. She had her own thoughts and opinions. She definitely had her own personality and feelings about the entire situation. She lowkey stalled time to give Gwen chances to fix her mistakes.

If Jess was as cold as Miguel and such a “bitch”, she would’ve left Gwen the first time. Let’s not forget that Miguel was fully about to leave Gwen with her own father holding her at gunpoint, JESS vouched to bring Gwen under her name. Jess put her OWN position at risk to help Gwen and it required that she do her job accordingly. Jess made the boundary VERY clear, she is NOT Gwen’s mother. She is NOT her friend. I seen people argue that “Jess’ maternal instincts” should’ve kicked in to protect Gwen” but fully ignoring that Jess HAS A FAMILY! Jess is PREGNANT with her OWN child. Her instincts DID kick in and she chose her dimension with her family in it!

Jess was stuck in a rock and a hard place. She obviously wanted to help Gwen (considering she brought her in at the cost of her own position) but UNFORTUNATELY, GWEN messed up. Gwen saw Miles and that ultimately led to Spot escaping. You can love these characters and acknowledge that every character had their OWN thoughts and motivations that led to fuck ups. It’s not right to try to make Jess sound worse than the man who fuckin replaced his dead self out of grief, was about to leave a teen at gunpoint, and had an entire society of people chase a teenager who wanted to save his dad.

Don’t get me started on the “she’s fighting crime while pregnant argument” because we can accept superpowered people but NOT the possibility that their bodies are more resilient. NOT TO MENTION THAT PETER B HAS A WHOLE BABY ON MISSIONS???? Like, no one is calling him a bad father so what’s different with Jess? Miguel was mean as fuck to Miles upon meeting but Jess doing her JOB is considered being “mean”.

Then the “I didn’t see her enough to connect with her” is fair until everyone can somehow create entire {TERRIBLE} mischaracterizations of Hobie, Pav, and Peni who (arguably) had just about the same amount of screentime. She also shares traits with every other spider person with being snarky and quick-witted while being completely grounded. She’s literally one of the spider people that Miguel fully trusts but somehow the fandom erases her and goes “He loves Peter B and Lego Spidey🤪🤪”

Like, it’s crazy how people find it so easy to erase Jess and Margo (Spiderbyte) in fanworks for things they easily dismiss from other characters and it’s feelin like misogynoir. Like, Margo and Hobie served the same purpose with deciding to go against Miguel for Miles, yet only Hobie and Gwen gets that credit.

AND THEN THE MANY EXCUSES WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING! People keep hating on Jess/Miguel because she’s “obviously pregnant and married” but go right around and ship Miguel with Peter B. Same with Margo/Miles because it’s a bunch of “Miles and Gwen are obviously endgame” ANDDDD???? Since when did every ship HAVE TO be canon in order to be a ship? It’s especially crazy because I BARELY EVER see those comments on Miles/(Peni, Pav, or Hobie) or have no problem with having all the boys huddled around Gwen. The double standard is glaringly obvious.

In conclusion, some of you mfs dont deserve ATSV.

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antiloreolympus · 23 days

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What is LO Cooking?!

I heard Lore Olympus was ending soon, so I caught up, and wow, it somehow got worse. The main thing I'm stuck on is Hera being the fertility goddess.

I don't know about y'all, but this is NOT the same person. But I assume this is for the reveal to be a 'surprise'.

((If you have to switch up a character's whole look and remove their only "unique" trait (mole) for a surprise, maybe don't do it.))

To continue, while this recent episode (273) depicts Zeus as awful for using Hera's powers. It also doesn't explain why Metis couldn't fight Kronos herself.

I haven't read the fast pass, but I'm going to make an educated guess that Hera is going to solo Kronos easily like Persephone did.

If this is the case, wouldn't that mean Metis was powerful enough to stop Kronos on her own, and she simply chose not to? Not only that, but she and Hera could've teamed up him if they were this powerful on their own.

It's very odd how this story wants me to believe Zeus did this only out of greed and not necessity if even Metis can't handle Kronos.

Also, Metis not only didn't take Kronos out but kept the truth from Hera? The blame is instead shifted to Zeus as if Metis didn't have the responsibility of telling her daughter.

If the story is willing to critique Demeter for lying to Persephone, why isn't Metis getting the same heat story wise?

This isn't me saying Zeus is justified using Hera's powers post-titanomachy as that is unacceptable (RIP Zeus Stans). Only in the context of defeating Kronos.

It just feels like another way for Metis to be seen as a "caring mom" as if she didn't sleep with Young Zeus, knowing two of her kids had a crush on him.

- - -

The potential reasons I have are between:

"RS didn't think this through and made Metis such a terrible mother that most of the aftermath could've been prevented if she had either fought Kronos on her own or taught Hera how to use her powers."

"Hera (and Metis to an extent) wouldn't have been able to use the full extent of their abilities without a man using them as a battery first."

Both of these are terrible, and I hate it here.

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lo critical #lore olympus critical #i came back for the end of this series #doubting my decision rn #not even gonna talk about hera's new form

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prettyboypistol · 2 months

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Mercs reaction to safe word use?

Mers Reacting to Safeword Use! (+18)

scout

confused for a second, then realizes that you said the safeword

literally jolts back and starts rapid fire apologizing, asking what you didn't like/what he shouldn't do

would probably not want to continue the hot n heavy aspect, but would be down for lovey-dovey intimacy(be it sex or just cuddling)

soldier

literally freezes when you say it, then gets close and whispers "did i scare you?" in the most vulnerable voice you've ever heard from him as he kisses your cheeks slowly in apology over and over again

feels super guilty about it, but once you explain why you used the safeword, he's a little relieved that he didn't terrify you

kisses and hugs before going back to business!

pyro

pauses as they try to understand what you said- that word didn't sound happy... OH SHIT

lets you make the first move to them, scared that they might scare you, but their hands are up and they're clearly concerned for you.

probably too worried that the stress will cause a relapse into Pyroland, so no more sex, but you get a super loving partner to cuddle up to!

Demoman

the chillest reactor you're gonna get.

"Oh, sorry mate." and pulls away "you down to keep going or was that too much?"

He's so down to go your speed after that, but if you just want to stop a certain action and for him to keep his energy, he can absolutely do that!

Heavy

the second chillest reaction, but he assumes that you've changed your mind about sleeping with him because a lot of people reject him because of how big he is down there (and everywhere else, but that doesn't bother him really.)

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

After a little talking, you two are perfectly fine again and sharing kisses before back to having fun.

Engie

somehow worse than Scout

panics about hurting you, apologizes for being a brute and coming off demanding/not being a gentleman, he doesn't know whether to cover his face with his hands or hug you

Sadly it ends with you mostly comforting him haha, he's just worried he hurt or scared you! He's terrified of you being intimidated of him!

Spy

Third chillest reaction, mainly due to his sass factor.

He won't demean you for using the safe word, but he will crack a joke like "Oh, can't handle the heat? Alright love, we can turn it down a bit."

Doesn't check in on you, but intrinsically knows what you safeworded about due to body language and context. He doesn't make a big deal out of it- safewords are normal to him. It's not an issue

Medic

a little upset he scared you, but also upset that he couldn't go full crazy yk? Like of course you take priority, but he wasn't going to actually inject you with horse steroids!!! (maybe)

Abides by your boundaries and kisses it better

Lowkey wants to talk about it later but doesn't know how to bring it up

Sniper

the most INSECURE MF

if you safeword with sniper, he immediately disengages and pulls away out of shame and self-doubt that he can please you or have sex with you right

he apologizes and gives you comfort, but it's eating away at him inside that "he can't even fuck right"

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months

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AITA for threatening to get my best friend sectioned?

This actually happened 2 years ago, but last night he made a joke about it that kind of seemed like he might still be mad at me about it. So. Anyway, ages and all are written as they were at the time.

For context, my (18m) mom took guardianship of my friend (17m), called “J”, after his grandfather passed, a few months before this happened.

Not going into specifics, but J has struggled with OCD and an ED for years, and I suspect when he’s an adult he’ll probably get diagnosed with Narcissistic Personality Disorder at some point.

(Update from the Present: no dice… yet.)

A close family friend of his passed away and it caused his mental issues (particularly the ED) to get a lot worse really quickly.

Even thought my mom was technically his guardian, she kind of relied on me to keep tabs on him because he’s usually pretty honest with me compared to other people. Like, if he’s not doing well, I have the best chance of finding that out.

So. His family friend dies, he gets worse, I report all of this back to my mom, who starts trying to get some sort of more intensive treatment lined up for him (difficult and time consuming because of where we lived at the time).

My mom tells me not to tell J, because he “talks a big game” about not wanting treatment or whatever and she firmly believes it’ll be easier if he doesn’t have time to stress himself out about it before it happens. Okay. So I don’t tell J.

Somehow, he finds out anyway, and also finds out that I knew and had chosen not to tell him, but doesn’t tell me that he knows. (Convoluted, I know, sorry.)

I pick J up from an after school thing one night, we end up talking about pretty heavy shit in the car for a /long/ time, and after the conversation died, he put a hand on my shoulder, leaned over, and kissed me. And like not a short kiss either. It was like a 3 to 4 second kiss.

Context again, I realized I was gay and that I liked J in a not particularly friend-like way when I was 13. I never told him and never planned on telling him. I told him a lot of things but I intended on growing old and dying with that one kept nice and secret. Even if he was some form of not-straight, which I was 99.99% sure he wasn’t, I didn’t think it was worth jeopardizing my closest friendship with romantic and/or sexual feelings that could at best confuse him or make him uncomfortable or at worst outright disgust him.

Anyway. We don’t talk about it, I end up going to stay for a few days with a guy (20m but not really relevant) I’d been sort of seeing/sleeping with for a couple months because I literally couldn’t be in the same house as J or I would probably implode.

Fast forward a week, I’m picking J up from a hospital 2 towns over because he ran away (? unclear really, haven’t discussed the particulars w him and I wasn’t staying at home at the time) and ended up having to go to the ER.

In the car (best time to talk to someone because they can’t run away), he apologizes for kissing me. I’m thrown off by that, because he hadn’t said anything up to this point and it honestly wasn’t even in the top 5 things I was thinking about.

I asked him why he did it and he just sighed and explained in this tone of voice that, I don’t know how to explain it, but had just the right lack of empathy or affect that I knew he was being 110% honest.

Condensed version: he found out I was reporting everything he told me to my mom (still don’t know how). He was pissed. He was aware he needed more intensive treatment, and he knew my mom was aware. He did not want treatment. He knew I had liked him for years. He knew that I was relatively fragile about it. He knew that if he did something (like kiss me for example) there was a good chance it would break my brain and I would freak out.

He essentially kissed me to decommission me for a few days so he could formulate a plan to run away.

FINALLY we have arrived at the AITA part.

After hearing all this, I tried very hard to come up with something rational to say, but ended up saying (essentially), “You’re fucking insane, and I’m telling my mother you need to be committed.”

I know I wasn’t wrong to be angry. But I also know from past knowledge and experiences that he had a deep fear of being deemed “insane” or unfixable or whatever, and also that he was really afraid of treatment in general.

Idk. I go back and forth on whether or not I was out of line, or needlessly escalating the situation, by threatening him. It was a much bigger threat in his mind than it was in mine, and so even though I know I said it as a reaction to a fucked up situation, there’s still the idea that I blew it completely out of proportion and weaponized his own mental issues against him.

So AITA for threatening my best friend by telling him I was going to get him committed to a long term psychiatric hospital?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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okkalo · 1 year

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completely yours

nagi x reader

genre(s): angst to fluff, comfort

cw: online bullying

throwback to when nagi manhandled isagi

dating someone famous and hot was hard. especially a pro athlete like your boyfriend, nagi. knowing this you had both agreed to keep your relationship private. it had been smooth sailing until paparazzi caught you holding hands out in public. seeing how the two of you were already out to public eye, nagi decided to confirm it with a picture of you two hugging, your face hidden in his chest.

being a public relationship wasn’t too bad at first. nagi told you not to read the comments because there will always be someone who doesn’t agree, which you obeyed. the fans didn’t stop at just the comments, however. they found your small instagram account, somehow, and decided to start messaging you. you couldn’t ignore that.

it hadn’t affected you at first. you knew they only messaged you out of jealousy. but the comments directed towards you only got worse, scary even.

you hadn’t told nagi about it, figuring he would just tell you to ignore them and that you should’ve ignored them in the first place. that also meant you had no one to talk to about this. this took a toll on you, your confidence withering away, just like how a flower did.

you started to avoid nagi at this point, hoping if you did so he could let you down easier. you had started to think he wanted better than you, that he would break up with you sooner or later. you wanted it to be soon, you had already been bracing yourself for the time.

it was a friday when nagi finally managed to get into your schedule. he suggested a movie date at home, one of his favorites. you were sure he would break up with you then. i mean after all the avoiding you did for weeks? who wouldn’t.

nagi noticed you being strange right away. it was in the way you opened the door for him, a small and intimidated smile spreading on your lips as you gave him a meek greeting. it didn’t help when you stiffened under his touch.

a quarter into the movie there were no cuddles, which was nagi’s favorite thing to do. he decided not to engage any, seeing how you didn’t feel comfortable at the moment. however, no explanation from him let your mind wander. it was even worse when he soon got up with a mumble of, “going pee.”

at that point your mind was running loose. the thought of him breaking up with you chewing away at your heart. in attempt to distract your mind you pulled out your phone. it was a failed attempt. the first thing you saw were more notifications telling you nagi’s more interested in another girl, saying he would never like someone as trashy as you. within a second you started crying, eyes never prying off the notification.

so caught up in your emotions you didn’t notice nagi return, nor did you react fast enough for when he grabbed the phone out of your hand from behind you. “n-nagi wait,” you raised your arm in an attempt to steal your phone back, which proved to be useless as he had his standing height over your sitting height.

“this is why you’ve been weird the whole night?” he questioned, eyes glued onto your screen as he scrolled through the multiple notifications. you felt so stupid right now. you could only look at the floor, scared of what he might say next. “y’know these are stupid, right?” you didn’t think so.

“you could go for so much better, nagi,” you let out in a broken whisper. he had to ask you to repeat yourself, partly because he didn’t hear you and partly because the parts he did hear he couldn’t believe.

“you are the better!” he raised his voice but the context and the softness he held didn’t make you flinch. he finally met your eyes as he climbed over the back of the couch to sit next to you, making you face him as he did so. “i like you! i don’t care about anyone else because i like you! i don’t even know who the girl they’re talking about is!” the last line made you snicker.

“she was the girl who you posed with. with her brand t-shirt and everything,” you reminded him, sniffling and showing him a weak smile.

“she threw herself on me while her friend took a picture. i didn’t pose,” he muttered in response, his forehead falling on your shoulder in exhaustion. “can you stop being weird now? i wanna cuddle.”

“m’yeah,” you responded, letting your back fall onto the couch while nagi got comfortable on top of you.

the night went on, nagi mumbling soft praises to you as he gave you kisses to wherever his lips could reach. you soon fell asleep, nagi quickly joining you. it wasn’t until the next morning, when you woke up with a sore back and in the same clothes as yesterday, when you confessed to why you didn’t tell him sooner. “stupid,” was his mumbled response to your story.

he made you go private on the platform and block every person who had sent you a text. he even made a post saying what had happened and calling the people out by their username. he made sure to not let it happen again, calling it a pain.

for the next month he would come over everyday, no matter how hectic his day was, and cuddle you while saying how much you mean to him. he said it was to make up for the days your dumb mind kept him from you. he missed you, a lot. reo told you how he had to deal with a grumpy nagi everyday, even sending a picture of nagi slumped over while pouting at his phone. that got a giggle out of you.

it also reminded you that nagi truly was yours.

thanks for reading!

#bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk #bllk imagines #blue lock imagines #blue lock #bllk fluff #blue lock fluff #blue lock drabbles #bllk drabbles #blue lock nagi #bllk nagi #nagi fluff #nagi x reader #nagi seishiro #seishiro nagi #nagi

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atierrorian · 1 year

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So... can you do Vil with a reader that is lazy and doesn't care about their own appearance, runs (and manages to escape) every time Vil tries to make them do skincare or put makeup? Bonus: reader loves to chase after Vil dirty with mud to hug him and make him mad on purpose

Of course! But Vil would not be very happy about this predicament... But it's amusing so!

Context: Despite being a Pomefiore, you most definitely don't act like one! Or aka your just another Epel, just a bit more wild and crazier. And Vil gets a headache from you.

Some warnings before we start: Reader is part of Pomefiore, if you squint you can see some mentions of insecurities

Can be read as Platonic or Romantic! (Mostly Platonic tho)

Part 2

Word count: 1.4k

Vil has no idea how you were even accepted into Pomefiore.

I mean, you had no etiquette whatsoever, he really doesn't understand why the mirror sorted you into Pomefiore, it was a mystery that he thought would never be solved.

But he does have to admit, you were beautiful if you did actually made any effort to make yourself look more into the standards of Pomefiore, but rarely do you even do try to make yourself look presentable.

Vil sighed, you were basically just another Epel, but more crazier and wild. How was it even possible? What did the mirror even see in you to sort you into Pomefiore? I mean first of all, you were lazy and didn't even bothered to try and fix your appearance, second of all, when he does try to fix your appearance, you would successfully managed to escape him and run away, it really did infuriate him, and third, when you get yourself dirt or even mud, you chase him. The first time you did that, he almost passed out.

Vil doesn't even know how you even manage to escape every single time! It was really annoying him, you ruin the image of Pomefiore and the Evil Queen's image.

His gonna have to step up his game if he wants you to at least behave, you're part of Pomefiore whether you liked it or not. He is seriously gonna have to teach you some etiquette, but you somehow escape the lessons and now he is gonna have to find you. Again.

And that's what his doing, trying to find you. He already ordered Rook to go and find you but currently he still hasn't found you. Seriously how do you even manage to escape from Vil and Rook's grasp?

You seriously are such a troublesome aren't you?

As Vil's heels echoed through the hallway trying to find you, he spotted Rook with you as you didn't even bothered to try and escape, knowing it was futile to even try, especially since Rook has his grip on you. Both you and Rook looked at the sound of heels echoing through the hallway, knowing who it was.

"Ah! Roi du Poison, your just in time! [Name] and I were just having a little chat while waiting for you!" Rook said while still holding the scruff of the Pomefiore uniform while you looked slightly annoyed and crossed your arms.

Your appearance was really really messy, it was seriously annoying to see your appearance so messy and so lazy.

"Why didn't you bring them to me?" Vil said, raising an eyebrow wondering why Rook didn't bring you to him, he could have fixed your appearance now that you were caught right handed. He really needed to fix your appearance, you were really muddy, your hair is a mess, and even your uniform was untidy.

"Why Roi du Poison! I simply wanted to have a little chat with [Name] here before bringing them to you!" Rook said while he still held your untidy uniform.

"Just let me go already, my appearance is fine the way it is, besides, I can have myself cleaned." You said, still struggling to get out of Rook's grip.

Vil glanced at you and Rook as he sighed. He might have to extend your etiquette lessons. You were seriously really hard to manage, for the love of the sevens.

Vil looked at you and mentally sighed to himself. Your seriously a troublemaker, and the complete opposite of what a Pomefiore should be.

"Your worse than Epel, you do know that right?" He said while walking towards you and looking at your appearance. You looked away from his stare ignored him.

"I seriously don't get why the mirror even chose you to be in Pomefiore, you don't even have half of the qualities of being a Pomefiore." He said before sighing and telling Rook to bring you back to the room so that you and him could resume your lessons. You really were quite the troublesome weren't you? You and Epel were basically partners in crime, except Epel was a lot more easier to teach, ish.

[Name] groaned knowing that they would have to go back to those silly little etiquette lessons, it was so boring first of all and you didn't even had that much energy to follow through the grueling lessons. You didn't even know why you were even sorted into Pomefiore too anyways. You were basically being forced into these lessons, and you hated it.

As Vil walked away, Rook smiled at you and told you to not to worry, you are worried. I mean, you could be all those qualities of Pomefiore, you just didn't really feel like it most of the time. You thought it was just a waste of time to be honest.

"Don't give that look [Name], Roi du Poison is merely looking out for you." Rook said, noticing your expression. I mean you get that you have to put the image of Pomefiore but it was seriously tiring doing that.

"I get that Vil wants me to be all so, you know, more proper, but it's honestly so tiring." You said as Rook let go of your collar. This time, you didn't bother trying to run away, knowing it was futile since Rook was literally right beside you. And if you tried to run away now, you'd be in a lot more trouble then you already were.

You were seriously gonna get revenge soon. But later, once your done with the lessons with Vil, maybe then you can get your little revenge on Vil. Like, I guess chasing him again while you have mud on yourself? You can try but that would double the lessons, but it would be so worth it.

Finally, after that grueling lessons, you were finally done with the lessons. You feel like you can pass out now, all those lectures and etc were just so tiring, you don't know how much more you had to do this, or how long you can even take this at this point.

You panted as Vil glanced at your way, you were sweaty and looked like you were about to pass out from exhaustion, which technically, you were about to pass out. You swear you will chase him again with mud on you.

As if Vil could read your mind, he told you to not even think about getting yourself dirt or mud again, and even chase him while you had dirt and mud on you again.

"Do not even think about doing that [Name], or there will be severe consequences for that." He said as he tidied up the place while you pouted.

"Oh whatever, I'm going back to my room and take a bath." You said, you seriously are going back to your room and take a bath because sheesh, you stink as hell and it isn't exactly nice to smell it.. Even you admit it.

"Hm, alright Potato, get some rest alright?" Vil said while you nodded at his words and walked towards the door trying to go back to your own room. And before you could walk out the door you hear Vil say something.

"And also Potato, do take good care of yourself, okay?" He said, you softly smiled at his words and nodded, but this doesn't mean you still won't try to chase him.

Vil sighed as he watched you walked out the door.

What a troublesome potato indeed.

Bonus: warning, ooc

"[NAME] I SWEAR IF YOU WON'T STOP CHASING ME I WILL SERIOUSLY MAKE OUR LESSONS MORE HARDER!" Vil shouted at you as you chased him, trying to hug with while having mud on you.

"Oh come on Vil! I only want a hug!" You yelled while having your arms wide open trying to hug Vil. Even if Vil was going to make the lessons 10x harder, it would be so worth it.

"ROOK!"

"Yes Roi du Poison?" Rook smiled at the scene in front of him, this was quite amusing indeed. Vil yelled at Rook to do something about this current situation.

Rook simply smiled but agreed and tried to chase after you while you were chasing Vil.

As Epel was looking at the scene in front of him, he tried really hard not to laugh, but wasn't able to and laughed real hard.

This "Family" is quite messed up, but at least they all know.

Maybe not "all" but you get my drift.

Whew! This was quite enjoyable to write, but at the same time it also doesn't make sense! But I do hope you guys enjoyed this as well!

#atier's works✎#Twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #Vil schoenheit x reader #twst scenario #twisted wonderland scenario

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horizon-verizon · 24 days

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Honestly as a neutral party I would prefer Jaehaera living to Daenaera being introduced. Jaehaera is an innocent, mentally disabled child and her death is needlessly cruel. Her death is the least plot relevant of all of the child deaths that have happened in the dance and it's reasonable for people to want that changed since it comes off as pointlessly cruel. Killing Alicent or even just focusing on her imprisonment more is enough to show that the greens have paid for their betrayal. At least Daenaera can still be introduced and do something else in the narrative even if she doesn't marry Aegon.

I've already explained why Jaehaera's death was plot relevant HERE and HERE.

Daenaera's entire narrative purpose was to marry Aegon and have his children to propagate the Targ line AND to become part of Aegon's mental rehabilitation from the effects of the civil war and watching his own mother get eaten burned/alive by a dragon. This is also reason why she's a fan fav in the first place; it's seen as a noble undertaking to some and a way for the Targs to move away from the greens finally. What other narrative use would you have her have?!

We can't bring up how after the War of the Roses the two fighting houses (Yorks and Lancasters) were successfully brought together in marriage to justify Jaehaera marrying and having a family with Aegon. Because:

Elizabeth of York wasn't disabled like Jaehaera

neither her nor Henry Tudor were little kids when they married

this is a fictional tale that, while modeled after some real events and people, is using them as springboards for a specific, purposefully created "message" unique to the author's

and imagine what it would being pregnant several times really be like for a very mentally incapacitated and traumatized girl like her?!!

Much less the other traumatized boy who's to be her husband? What the consummation and all the...impregnating times looked like?! Then, imagine what the family life would have been like, with these parents unable to ever connect thus the resentment is worse and their kids seeing that?

This doesn't justify Unwin Peake murdering Jaehaera, but no she never should have been married off to Aegon or anyone in the first place and that was not Unwin's doing but a larger group's--Aegon's council/patriarchal feudalism. This is what GRRM's trying to tell you, stop resisting it.

I can believe that it is the way she died and the other context of so much violence men and adults perform against women and girls in this world is what really offends people enough for them to say that somehow, this a narratively irrelevant death. Because they're just that horrified.

The feelings are valid. But the action to erase the significance of the death is not valid. You definitely can wish for a much less violent one, like a poisoning that puts her to sleep or something. The death is supposed to be tragic and make you feel that it wasn't deserved, was horrible, etc. Because it was all those things.

And to say such an untrue thing as "not narratively relevant" also leads me to suspect that some people don't like Jaehaera's death either bc they just:

wanted the greens to win in some way bc they favor them and their cause (my second linked post)

you--knowing that Daenaera will likely be black in the show IF they ever get to the Maiden's Ball--go so hard for Jaehaera bc she at least is a white girl in the universe of HotD

want excessively centrist politics to sway the story at the expense of actual understanding of why we should change and upend the status quo entirely (here the feudal entrapment of girls and women); deny a reality, discourage learning to the oppressive status quo can prevail [on this trend of neutrality]...the truth is the villains/antagonists were always the greens

AND/OR, are avoidant of facing ugly, sordid truths of oppression because they are close to it in real life and haven't found ways of separating that from collective understanding of oppressive systems/coping mechanism

Look anon, Alicent's imprisonment doesn't make up for mass death. Because it's not even just about Alicent as the individual, the grandmother, the mother, etc. It's the effect of her actions on a population. Jaehaera was one of many girls Otto AND Alicent endangered (another being Halaena). Though her actions became something much bigger than her & things went out of her control, that doesn't stop them from being hers AND having affected thousands of lives. Her main aim was to accrue power through her kids and grandkids--who she chose to risk by usurping Rhaenyra and beginning the war--the consequence is she loses said kids and grandkids through other's similar ambition. Again, bc even though those kids were noble and were supposed to be relatively safe, because they are all technically heirs or adults around them can use them accrue power (whether by killing them or through marriages or whatever), they were also targets. We could say similar for Rhaenyra's children, as what happens to her youngest 2; all of them in one way or another die because they were or could be used. however, they AND the greens' kids were all safer if the greens had not usurped Rhaenyra.

The greens were the aggressors and transgressors. The ones who started this war and looked for something out of it. They tried to act worse against Rhaenrya before/during the war AND the whole of Westeros before/during/after, thus they get the worse punishment and lose more than she did.

The entire point is that the greens lose everything, because they went after "everything". They lose everything, including their kids bc they relentlessly and hypocritically ran to obtain more power for themselves by attempting to exclude a woman from the position she never would have had without the will of a man.

They went on the basis that a girl/woman should not rule or become an heir before any direct male relatives...so Jaehaera was cut out of the line of succession by her own side of the family, thus she was also less prioritized, thus she was made into a baby factory for Aegon III. She became their last chance to get their blood to at least be part of the future line, but even that's dashed by a man who had similar ambitions as Otto and Alicent.

In trying to go against the king's word/an actual law, the greens also made it much more justified for someone to not care much for Aegon II's claim or authority...bc if you can so easily flout a king's word, why should you care about the guy you're trying to make king?! And using people who themselves are willing to be so dishonest creates a higher likelihood that they'd betray you, as similar to Ulf and Hugh betraying Rhaenyra. (And somehow, Rhaenyra is the only naive one when she expects people to follow through with their oaths 🙄)

Have you ever thought, anon, about those other girls who were maimed or terrorized into not appearing before Aegon III in the Maiden's Ball? Sure, most of them weren't disabled (Priscella Hogg was, I think), but what happens to Jaehaera is because she was girl in the way of a man's ambitions and not because she was disabled. What about all those Tumbleton folk, Bitterbridge refugees (the raped septas and girls as young as 8!), and riverland peasants--most of them children! Undoubtedly, you will have disabled children in those populations, anon. Why is Jaehaera's death so much more valuable than these mass deaths of also children? Remember that Alicent raised her kids to easier justify committing these atrocities. Maelor and Jaehaerys' deaths also reflect these events. Jaehaera's death was markedly different in meaning from theirs (to open up space for another girls who's being used) because she was female. In the first linked post, I talk about why and how people used Jaehaera's marriage to Aegon and how that reflects on her death being unique from her brothers' because of her gender.

GRRM comments, through Jaehaera and these girls and Rhaenyra what one pattern of F&B has: being female is dangerous because it is to be more of an object or property in lieu of self-concerned ambitious men to the point where the most vulnerable and those who cannot practice some of the same sort of agency can experience gruesome consequences--sometimes to become terrors themselves in their attempts to gain denied agency or defend themselves.

#jaehaera targaryen #daenaera velaryon #asoiaf asks to me #jaehaera's death #fire and blood writing #the greens vs the blacks #fandom critical #hotd fandom #green stan nonsense #fandom nonsense

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vickyvicarious · 8 months

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van Helsing waking Jack by putting a hand on his head is quite sweet somehow. Maybe it's that he wakes him gently, and doesn't blame him for falling asleep even from the beginning. Of course, it's possible that when he first arrived he assumed Jack has just gone to sleep after the night was over, but still.

"That is one of the things that we learn in an asylum, *sighing* at any rate." He sounds so bitter here about his work...

I love the delivery of the "Gott in Himmel!"

"Even the lips were white, and the gums seemed to have shrunken back from the teeth, as we sometimes see in a corpse after a prolonged illness." the kind of dull horror in his voice is great.

van Helsing has "the instinct of his life and all the long years of habit" working to keep him from showing anger, huh? I wonder if this could be related to his backstory too

love the clinking of the decanter

the sigh and misery in the way he said "there is no young Arthur here now" - I feel you, van Helsing. I'm sad about it every time.

the reaching into the back noises!

once again, Jack and van Helsing are so on it. I love it, he's already rolling up his sleeves.

the little stutter on "a-already?"

van Helsing you do not know Art yet do you. Last time he shook Jack's hand. He would never be enjealoused!

I love the way Jack's voice gets so perplexed when he is talking about the mystery of Lucy's condition. You can hear him trying so hard to understand, but he's exhausted, drained of blood, and cannot see any explanation at all so he's just circling through the same thoughts again and again.

his fortifying breath before "Lucy slept well into the day", like he is dragging himself forcefully away from those thoughts.

"When her mother came up to see her, she did not seem to notice any change whatever" his voice getting sharper/snippier on the last bit, ooooh boy he does not like Mrs. Westenra at all

I for one love her voice and delivery. She sounds so kind of sweetly absent, well-meant but just lost in her own head in a way. and obliviously making everything worse even just in the context of social awkwardness

van Helsing doubling down on complete silence today is so annoying. I know it's consistent with his character and is a fault and even understand how it happens but. aaaagh

how softly he says "I was much touched by their kindness." Jack wants so badly to be cared for doesn't he.

and even now he's finding it hard to go to sleep apparently! jeez.

#re: dracula #dracula daily #jack seward #van helsing #mrs. westenra

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iwritenarrativesandstuff · 6 months

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Rem's Last Words

[ID: A panel from Trigun Maximum Volume 14. Against a blank white background, Rem stands, holding young Vash's hands, who leans back against her, looking at Knives with a smile. Young Knives stands next to them, smiling back and winking. Rem's voice says "Vash... don't leave Knives on his own." End ID.]

Rem's last words to Vash are never going to fail to completely mess me up. It totally changes the context of the twins' prior scenes.

All that time, that 80 years spent with Knives after the Big Fall, slowly growing to resent him more and more... do you think, even though he said the noise was such that he didn't hear her words, that somehow the message got through to him anyways? That Vash felt compelled to stay because this was his brother, and because Rem asked? And because Vash eventually swore to take down Knives in her name and for all those lost in July... do you think that counts as the breach of her ideals and memory he was so afraid of committing all along?

But could Vash really have been expected to stay with Knives when Knives took every opportunity to pull up a wall between them? Was Vash really in any state to have helped Knives the way Knives so desperately needed? I think, honestly, that this was a bit of an unfair request for Rem to make of Vash. But what else could she do?

She knew she probably wasn't going to make it out of there. She knew Knives wasn't ok. She may have even known that it was Knives who caused the Fall in the first place. But more than any of that, she knew that neither of these boys were ready to be left all alone in this world that they were both still so desperately afraid of.

I find it fascinating that Rem phrased it as "Don't leave Knives on his own" rather than "make sure you and Knives stick together" or that sort of thing. No matter how you look at it, it does appear to put responsibility on Vash for Knives, rather than a mutual "look out for each other" request. I have a suggestion for why she might've said this instead of the more mutual alternative.

We know Knives did not get any of the healing that he needed, and Rem was aware of this. He was keeping it all inside, and rapidly walling himself off. Rem, faced with the reality that she didn't have enough time to offer him the support that he needed, can only hope that he wouldn't close himself off from the one other person who had a chance of understanding him. Knives can't be alone, or he will spiral even worse.

And Vash? Well, I think it's easy to say that he was in a better place mentally than Knives, and while that may have been the case, it still doesn't mean he was in any way "recovered" from that trauma; how could one be? The only thing Rem promised him was that they would see the world together - that she would show him that the world wasn't full of terrible people. But they never actually got to do that - Vash was a suicidal child hanging onto her hopeful words and the emotional honesty she'd shown him thus far as a reason to keep trying, as a promise - and now, Rem finds herself having to break it. So, what will keep Vash going when she's gone? Having someone to look out for might do it, especially since young Vash is already shown in the flashbacks to be very "other" focused - note his other directed speech when speaking to Rem, and the way he seems more comfortable around Conrad when he shows acceptance of Knives. Rem probably knew that Vash was far more likely to look out for himself, paradoxically, if he had someone else to look out for.

[ID: Two panels from Trigun and Trigun Maximum. The first is from Trigun Volume 2, and shows young Vash with arms outstretched, his back to the reader, looking at Rem, hands in her pockets and smiling. They are against a white background, as young Vash says "Rem! Rem! I want to stay with you! You won't be all alone!" The second is from Trigun Maximum Volume 7, and shows young Knives, who quietly says "Ah," as he starts to cry. Young Vash approaches and puts his arm around Knives neck, who is still sobbing. He smiles and says "Thank you Mr. Conrad." End ID.]

Rem's last words, then, were intended to a) make sure Knives would have someone who could stick with him and help him where she didn't have the time to, and b) provide Vash with a purpose so that he will keep himself going.

Unfortunately, this didn't work at all the way she'd intended. Knives' unintentional killing of Rem (and I stand by the notion it was unintentional) messed him up even worse and forced him to fully take on the stance of hatred against all humanity in order to cope with the guilt, throwing a huge wedge between him and Vash, so stricken by grief and blindsided by his brother's actions that he'd throw himself into trying to be as much like (ideal) Rem, and as little like Knives, as possible. Knives spends the story desperately wanting Vash (or his ideal of him anyways) to stay with him in order to cure the loneliness he feels from being all alone, and Vash spends the story eternally guilt-ridden, taking on the blame and responsibility for his brother's actions.

And the tragedy to me is that you can't say any of this was for a lack of Rem trying. She just didn't have enough time to minimize the damage caused by the trauma of Tesla and her discovery. She just wanted them to at least have each other, and that... was the only thing, asides from "don't say you'd rather die", that she actually asked of Vash. Fucked up!!!

#storyrambles #aughhh #trigun #trimax #trigunbookclub #rem saverem #millions knives #vash the stampede #trigun meta

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honestly your dpxdc clone au gives me life, its adorable as all hell and im a sucker for found family but with that being said, its so freaking hysterical to me that Danny is going full feral liminal menace at Wes any time hes near and Wes himself is still 100% into it the freak (affectionate) and thats not even pointing out the paralles it could possible create since danny and dames gives massive parallels to dick and damian and dick does have a thing for redheads.

yeesSSSSS! I was planning on hoarding this to myself but i can't not reply. and i'll be able to find this again with the clone^2 tag so win WIN. i'm so glad you are as delighted by this as me. It's so hilarious to me that Danny just becomes a complete freak whenever he spots Wes, and I'm the one who wrote it into existence. Like- like i don't know how to explain my vision in words but like, its like Danny sees Wes and immediately goes 'what can I do to make his day worse'. And then he goes and does it.

(honorary read more because i talk a lot)

He's relatively normal around his friends too, which makes him going full-fledged unhinged around Wes even funnier to me. Like, Danny will spout weird shit sometimes to Sam and Tucker, but usually its prefaced with him talking about patrol or there would be context before he said anything. With Wes? Though?? he will just. say anything, completely unprompted. Slings an arm around his shoulder like they've been buddies since primary school and then spits out a weird new fun fact he learned about the bodily anatomy while researching his latest cold case. All vaguely-threatening but utterly insane things to say as way to start a conversation.

And sometimes its not even that, he'll walk up to Wes and ask him if he saw the latest daytime fight between Phantom and Skulker. And then he'll say "yeah i missed it myself but I saw clips of it being posted online" and then watch Wes mentally explode him with his mind. or he'll disparage Phantom for having such a young partner with him, "Can you believe he'd let a kid fight ghosts with him? I'd never let my brother ghosthunt with me if I was Phantom."

All of this with such a deceptive look on his face but the most delighted, shit-eating gleam in his eyes. Wes is chewing glass and he wants to yell that he does let his brother fight ghosts with him. Also you told him yourself that nothing would've stopped your demonic (Wes' words) little brother from joining you.

Damian gets in on the fuckery occasionally, but since he's not around often with Wes about, it doesn't happen nearly as often as it does between Wes and Danny. Sam and Tucker know he's screwing with him too, and both of them are a little wary about him being careless with his secret id. But he's been doing this since he was 14-ish and it hasn't backfired yet. So. They're not actively stopping him.

Danny walks back to his lunch table after terrorizing Wes and Tucker just asks him what he said, because Wes was about as red as a tomato when he walked away. Danny offhandedly sighs and innocently says he tried to have a conversation about Phantom with him. Wes didn't seem to like it all that much. Weird.

And yes, yes. Wes is totally into it and is slightly enraged about this fact, because not even he knows why he's into it. The freak (affectionate). Danny gives him this troublemaker smirk, and i did say smirk, and Wes doesn't know whether or not if he wants to smack him or kiss him. Or both. Like, yeah, pine, white boy, pine.

(And this is a dramatized image but I'm also highly entertained by the idea that Wes keeps getting routine dirty looks from various peers because they, too, have a crush on Fenton. Except Fenton doesn't talk to anyone else unless its his friends and sometimes Valerie, and Weston, the guy who keeps accusing him of being the local vigilante, is somehow routinely having conversations with him?? And BLOWING IT?? Like everyone else thinks he's fumbling so bad, and yet fenton keeps tALKING to him.)

And yes!! i'm always so pleased whenever someone brings up the parallels D+D have to Dick and Damian, because that was lowkey my intention when I was making the solo clone damian au. Although it was supposed to be more implied since I don't really know much about Damian and Dick other than they're very close and Dick was Damian's Batman for a year. And then of course the very smaller parallel (??) 'what if' between Bruce and Damian and D+D in clone^2 considering who they are both clones of.

And man this just makes me want to talk about when batfam meet D+D because I just want them to see D+D be so brotherly towards each other. Like I want them to see Bby Dames wearing his goofy fun fact shirts and stealing Danny's hoodies/flannels/etc and blatantly lying about it when Danny asks. Only for Danny to then throw him over his shoulder like Tadashi from BH3 and jump around.

And also. I do not know what Damian Wayne's (DW as I'll call him) stance on being called "Dami" is - the general consensus I've seen is that its usually used as a playful nickname in order to get a rise out of him, and he doesn't really like it.

But baby Dames being called that freely, and often, and its sometimes used to get a rise out of him but thats typically what nicknames do. Its used as easily as his full name is with the same amount of affection. And its like his main go-to nickname. "Dami" and "Dames" with the occasional "Bud/Buddy", "Squirt", "Little man", etc. Not once is he ever called 'demon-spawn'

(which i know is a fanon nickname but its a relatively popular nickname)

but yeah, uhhh. i think thats all of my thoughts on the matter. for now lmAO

#danny fenton is not the ghost king #clone^2 #i use 'like' so much its not even funny jhdf but it just puts an emphasis on the sentence #honorary read more tag bc damn i talk a lot #i should make a post about danny's relationship with red huntress in the clone^2 au because i like to imagine that's different too #anyways danny and wes' dynamic in clone^2 brings me a lot of joy. they get stuck in a room together and danny gets the biggest grin ever #and wes stares at him before going completely deadpan 'im in hell'. he's being dramatic and only slightly for real.#also im not sure WHAT damian does - honestly the most extreme thing i can think of is him breaking into wes' house and threatening him #but wes has called him danny's 'demonic little brother' ever since. sOMEbody has to give him his 'demon' nickname its just not gonna be #danny or jazz who do it. anyways damian fully supports messing with wes and anyone else who has a crush on danny

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 10 months

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Can’t stop thinking about kissing all of Bruce’s scars and gently tracing over them lovingly after reading the scars story in Batman Brave and the Bold #2 this week.

(Some context) https://www.instagram.com/p/CuLdlTTMmZG/?igshid=Y2I2MzMwZWM3ZA==

"What happened to you?"

Batman paused putting his pants back on and turned to look at you where you're curled on the bed in the safe house. "A lot of things," he said. Grateful for the darkness that obscured his face. Even if a narrow shaft of moonlight slashed across his back showing the scars there.

"Do they hurt?"

"No," he said, trying not to cringe away from the feel of your fingertips, innocently tracing the raised skin.

You were too innocent to know what you were doing. How you could make him feel touching him that way. And somehow that made it worse.

You weren't trying to get anything. You just- wanted to touch him. To comfort him. And when he felt the brush of your lips against a vicious scar- a souvenir from his time with the League of Assassins- he felt like he was an inch tall.

"Don't," he said softly.

"I'm sorry I-"

"I don't deserve it," he said, gently slipping out of your arms and picking up the rest of his body armor.

"Batman I-"

"I should get you back," he said. "Your husband will notice you're gone eventually."

You nod slowly and turn your back to rebutton your blouse. "Alright," you answer.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No," you tell him, giving him your patented smile. You weren't hurt. But you wished you'd never asked. It felt good laying against his chest. Being held. It felt so... safe.

Bruce fixed his cowl and stepped closer to you, tilting your chin up. "You're sure?"

"Of course."

"Hn."

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #ask answered #minors dni #reader insert #arranged!verse2.0

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Hiiii, could you do something for Rory? something like being Benny's one year older sister badass and super powerful and crush from Rory? (she is a witch) who controls her powers very well? She's friends with the girls, she's super popular and went out with one of Jess's friends before helping the guys a kick their ass out of town, so Rory thinks he doesn't have a chance with her and gets depressed about it, at the same time she thinks he has Rory likes Jessica so she doesn't try to make any move on him, and people are simply tired of seeing the two of them pining for each other around so they find a way to bring them together, kind of pretending to kidnap Rory and she would show up to save him? but they end up getting in the way and does she really have to show up to save the day? and Rory ends up confessing to her while groggy and after he gets better they talk and stay together being a super cute couple???

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A/N: this is basically word vomit that i did in one sitting so be prepared bc it lowkey sucks lol reader and the girls are all a year older than the boys (yall know this by now but i ignore canon when it comes to the boys being 14/15 and the girls being 17/18), a bear lives in the forest by Whitechapel bc i said so

***

Being a popular older sister, you usually tried to ignore your little brother

Even though he was only a year younger than you, him being your little brother meant he was beyond embarrassing

And so were his friends Ethan and Rory

As the cool older sister, it wasn’t surprising that Rory had a crush on you when all of you were younger

“Your sister’s so cool,” Rory said absentmindedly, staring at you in the kitchen while he and his friends were playing video games. You were on a call with some of your girlfriends, giggling occasionally as you caught up on the latest junior high gossip. “And pretty.”

“Ew.” Benny grimaced, giving Rory a disgusted glance. “She’s not pretty, she’s Y/n.”

Years later, Rory’s crush never really went away

In high school, you actually got closer to your brother and his friends

Mainly because a bunch of people in the popular crowd you were in turned out to be part of a vampire cult

Including Sarah’s boyfriend and yours at the time

Even after taking all of them out and bonding (mainly trauma bonding) over that experience, Rory still feels like he doesn’t have a chance with you

Although you’re in the same friend group, Rory feels like you’re from different planets

“Stop staring at my sister, Rory,” Benny grumbled during lunch, watching his friend watch you talk to Sarah and Erica as the three of you grabbed lunch trays. “It’s disgusting.”

“I’m surprised you aren’t used to it by now, B.” Ethan teased. “He’s been like this for years.”

“Yeah, you’d think he’d stop by now,” Benny said to his best friend before turning to the blonde who paid him no mind. “You know you can talk to her, right Rory? You guys are friends; it’s not like she treats you like a geeky parasite anymore.”

“She’s still too cool for me, Benny,” Rory mumbled, head resting in the palm of his hand as he stared dreamily at you. Though you never noticed. Because you were too cool for him. “I mean, she’s even cooler now. Not only is she hot, but she’s crazy good at magic.”

“I’m good with magic, and you never act like this with me,” Benny responded, sounding a slight bit jealous.

“She’s better.”

“Hey!”

Little did Rory know, you had a bit of a crush on him yourself

It started when he helped you kill your boyfriend

For context, your boyfriend was an evil cultist vampire that wanted to turn you

You weren’t exactly a fan of that

Seeing Rory zip around with holy water in a water gun somehow made you see him in a whole new light

He was no longer your dorky brother’s dorky friend

He was the guy who saved you from a fate that, to you, seemed worse than death

As soon as Erica and Sarah found out about this, they teased you relentlessly

“Y/n, he’s totally staring at you,” Erica said as she put some salad on her plate. “Like, it’s a little weird.”

“No, he’s not.” You responded, but you didn’t bother to look.

“I don’t know why you won’t just tell Rory that you like him,” Sarah said, tired of this entire ordeal. “He’s clearly into you. I mean, how could he not be?”

“I can’t tell him because he’s Benny’s friend. If something went wrong, everything would get weird.”

“I dunno.” Sarah shrugged, cutting in front of you to get some fruit. “I still think you should tell him.”

“I’ll tell him when you tell Ethan.” You watched Sarah freeze at the mention of the brunette, making you and Erica laugh.

Eventually, all of your friends got sick of the two of you pining after each other

They all got together to come up with a plan

Benny was a bit reluctant, you being his sister and Rory being his friend and all

But after talking with the gang about it, he realized he’d rather have to see the two of you together instead of you staring at each other while thinking that the other couldn’t possibly feel the same way

The idea they came up with was a little absurd

But it wouldn’t be the gang’s idea if it wasn’t a little absurd

One Saturday night, the boys were at Ethan’s house, and you were waiting for the girls to come to your place

“So what are we playing, guys?” Rory asked the boys as he looked through Ethan’s fridge. “I was kinda thinking World of Warcraft, but I’m open to anything, really.”

The blonde boy sensed a presence behind him and turned around, seeing Ethan lean against the kitchen island.

“We were actually thinking more of a physical game.” He said, trying to seem casual. “Like hide and seek?”

“I’m down!” Rory grinned. “I can seek. No! I wanna hide! Well…” As Rory debated what kind of player he wanted to be, he soon realized someone was missing from the room. “Hey, where’s Benny?”

Suddenly, the world went dark for Rory. Faintly, he could hear the boy he’d been looking for from behind him.

“Actually, we were thinking of hiding you somewhere for someone else to find you.”

***

You were starting to wonder where Sarah and Erica were. Being vampires with superspeed, you’d think they’d be on time. You texted them every few minutes, waiting for an update or ETA, but you never got one.

Soon, you were ready to go to your room and sulk about your friends canceling on you without saying anything. But as you were about to walk up the stairs, you heard frantic knocking on the front door. Slightly alarmed, you raced over and opened the door to see your friends.

“Wow, you guys finally show up.” You say with a bitter tone before noticing their distraught looks. “Wait, what happened?”

“Rory got kidnapped!” Sarah blurted out.

“What?!” You all but yelled, eyes wide in shock.

“Come on, there’s no time!” Erica urged you out of the house with a wave of her arm. “We gotta go find him; the boys are waiting for us.”

Everything was going according to plan

You and the girls met Ethan and Benny at the edge of a forest on the borders of Whitechapel

Forgetting to come up with a backstory, the boys gave you very minimal details

All they knew was that one second, Rory was with them, and he wasn’t the next

They knew where Rory was; they had left him in a little cove somewhere blindfolded and tied up

But they weren’t gonna tell you that

“Benny, have you tried using a tracking spell?” You asked as the five of you walked into the forest.

“It didn’t work.” He said with a shrug, which seemed a bit too casual for the situation. But you didn’t feel like bringing that up. You were too focused on finding Rory.

“Are you sure you did it right?” You asked pointedly, and your brother shrugged. You sighed, pausing your movements as you racked your brain for a tracking spell. A tracking spell usually worked best with something that belonged to who you were looking for, but off the top of your head, none of you had anything.

The next best thing, you decided, was a crisp leaf on the ground. Holding it in front of you by the stem, you shut your eyes and envisioned the spell, muttering the incantation over and over until the leaf flew out of your hand. Your eyes shot open, and everyone watched as a nonexistent wind carried it away.

“And you wonder why I’m Grandma’s favorite.” You mumble jokingly to your brother before running after the leaf, everyone else close behind.

What your friends didn’t know was that Rory had somehow wandered out of the little cove that he was left in

Rory wasn’t one to sit in one spot for too long, and even a blindfold and tied wrists wouldn’t stop him from finding something to do

A bit hungry, Rory used his heightened senses to try to find a little snack

Preferably a squirrel or something

He didn’t really know how he’d catch it in his condition, but he’d cross that bridge when he got to it

Little did he know, Rory was sniffing out a bear

And the bear was about to find him first

“Where could he be?” You asked no one in particular as you sped after the fluttering leaf. “Who would take him this far out?”

“No clue,” Benny answered before turning to Ethan to whisper in his ear. “We’re so far from the cove; where is he?”

Ethan shrugged, feeling just as confused as Benny. He didn’t doubt your abilities when it came to magic, but you were supposed to turn left and find the cove five minutes ago. So either you somehow did the spell wrong, and you and your friends were getting lost, or Rory somehow got out of the cove.

Knowing you and Rory well, Ethan quickly decided it was the latter.

“Do you hear that?” You asked, stopping abruptly and making your friends stumble in confusion. Everyone, save for Sarah and Erica with their heightened senses, strained their ears to hear what you were talking about.

Footsteps. Heavy footsteps.

“That’s gotta be him,” Benny said, relieved that you had finally found Rory. He was starting to get a bit worried.

The five of you went back to your brisk pace, following the sounds of movement. But then you paused again.

“Is that a bear?” You whispered, fear starting to overtake you.

“And Rory,” Sarah added.

It was true; in front of you was a giant bear. You didn’t even know animals beyond little critters were in this forest. And there was Rory, blindfolded and wrists bounded, walking right towards it.

You went into a state of panic

You weren’t even worried about yourself

You were worried about Rory

Poor, clueless, blinded Rory, who was about to walk into a bear that was stalking towards him

Someone needed to do something fast, and you decided it should be you

Letting the adrenaline guide you, you ran to Rory. The bear caught sight of you, but you tried not to think about the way it started baring its teeth at you.

Rory jolted when you grabbed him, trying to squirm out of your iron grip. Using all your strength, you pulled him back to the group and started muttering a spell. Realizing what you were doing, Benny gathered the rest of your friends close to you.

“Watch out!” Ethan yelled, staring at the bear that started charging you from behind.

But one second, it was there, about to chomp its teeth around you. The next, you were all standing in Ethan’s living room, no bear in sight.

“Oh my god, are you okay, Rory?” You cooed, quickly taking off his blindfold and untying the rope that kept his hands together. He blinked a few times, adjusting to the sudden light before looking at you, both confused and enamored.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He let out a puff of air when you suddenly threw yourself onto him, gripping his shoulders tight as you hugged him.

“I was so worried.” You murmured against him.

“What? About me?” Rory asked, slowly letting his arms wrap around your waist. You lifted your head to look at him, face close to his.

“Of course.” You said with sincerity. “Who else?”

There was a beat of silence, and at that moment, Rory took a chance and leaned forward until his lips were locking with yours.

Behind you, your friends were smiling brightly, happy that their plan had worked out in the end. Benny, however, was fake gagging before walking away to find some bleach to wash his eyes with.

#agaypanic #rory keaner x reader #rory keaner headcanons #rory keaner #my babysitter's a vampire #my babysitter's a vampire x reader

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buggyjuggie · 4 months

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Johnshi (before confessing) but one of them got hit with a love potion making them obsessed and kinda delusional (however you want to perceive it!)

──★ ˙ ̟Johnshi but one of them got hit with a love potion

First of all here’s some context and ideas so it’ll be easier to understand:

* Kenshi/Johnny got hit by the potion right after Kenshi lost his eyes and Sindel got to the laboratory.

* The potion was made by Shang Tsung he meant to grab a different one but by accident grabbed the love potions.

* The love potion works like this: once the two people that you desire to make fall in love are hit with it the first person they see, will fall in love with.

* The potion can only be broken if both parties effected confess they’re feelings.

* If they do not confess the symptoms of the love potion will get worse. It’ll start from plain ideas and thoughts about the person to a want to be near them to almost 24/7 thinking about them.

* Shang Tsung wanted to make a love potion more powerful and destructive but he was busy with figuring out tarkat businesses and left it to sit.

* The potion in itself is less like a curse and more of a test/psychological mingling. It doesn’t effect people who are not in love or don’t already feel some sort of attraction already. Meaning it makes the person affected feel things but when the confessions are told it has to be done with actuall love and not just for the convenience of the person affected.

「 ✦ If Johnny got hit by the potion ✦ 」

* Johnny’s main love language tends to be quality time.

* One of the ways he tries to win over Kenshi’s love is by inviting him to different events (movies, walks, anything)

* Because of how outgoing Johnny naturally is neither Kenshi nor anyone really suspects anything.

* What people do suspect is Johnny’s sudden clingines to Kenshi.

* It doesn’t matter where they are or what they’re doing Johnny will have his hand somewhere on Kenshi.

* Kenshi at first finds it weird but overtime gets used to it and doesn’t think much of it.

* Because of the way the love potion changes him Johnny can get jealous REALLY easily.

* Even if it’s someone who he knows is only a friend he will either stare at them for an uncomfortable amount of time or somehow insert himself into the conversation/activity.

* They both know how to make food: Johnny’s specialty is desserts. Baking is his strong suit and he uses that to impress Kenshi and spoil him with anything that he desires - mochi, dango, dorayaki and so on.

* If Johnny is first to confess it will either be one of two scenarios:

1) Over a romantic date either in a restaurant or home cooked food. The date is full of romantic gestures until Johhny and Kenshi are slow dancing and Johnny finally tells Kenshi that he likes him.

2) By accident. Johnny is pretty bad at hiding his emotions so over time Kenshi starts to notice signs after a while its an indication of the love potion getting stronger. Kenshi finally ends up confronting Johnny about eveything because he’s afraid of getting used and Johnny trying to explain himself let’s his words slip and out of panic kisses Kenshi, to which Kenshi reciprocates.

「 ✦ If Kenshi got hit by the potion ✦ 」

* Kenshi’s love language tends to be acts of service and gift giving.

* By acts of service i mean taking care of Johnny’s injuries, training with him.

* When they were roommates at the Wu Shi Kenshi helped Johnny with cleaning , he also trained with him for as long as Johnny wanted.

* And with gift giving it’s usually small stuff but still with lots of meaning.

* Kenshi gave the sword that he carried before getting Sento to Johnny as a token of his appreciation. He also bought him a display for it.

* Usually Kenshi’s gifts to Johnny tend to be related to japan or history.

* They both know how to make food: Kenshi can cook more than Johnny so somedays he will prepare food for him sometimes Japanese other times American and so on.

* Yes Kenshi is an introverted individual but over time he begins to also show signs of jealousy and possessive.

* One of the ways he does that is by just intimidating anyone that he doesn’t like. Either by showing off his katana or making the other person leave by using his telepathy.

* If Kenshi confesses first it’ll be in a quiet place either somewhere outside the Wu Shi property when the moon is shining, giving a full speech and a declaration of love to Johnny.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

I love these gay bitches so much you don’t understand. I hope this turned out good. Also i got sick that why i was able to get this one out also faster.

Hope you enjoyed reading :3

#johnny cage #mk1 #johnshi #kenshi takahashi #mortal kombat #johnny cage x kenshi takahashi #shipping #mortal kombat 1 #being sick sucks ass #headcanon #ship headcanons

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