#genuinely no trying to b dismissive of his struggles

[restinslices]

Okay I have a request. Can you please do MK1 Earthrealm men headcanons in bullet point format reacting to a 2 week sex ban? 🤭 You can come up with reasons why there was a ban in the first place. Also would the reader fold or the men first?

Took a lil minute since I had irl shit but I finished

Johnny Cage

Johnny's big mouth is the reason the ban happened 

Johnny is big on PDA and he shows you affection a lot. It's cute, but it makes some people wanna barf 

Someone would make a comment calling you both gross and asking why Johnny had to be on you like that, and Johnny would defend himself 

“It's not me! It's them! They couldn't function without me touching them”

This would result in a confrontation and you saying it's the complete opposite and then it'd lead to how much sex you have and then you'd challenge him to a ban 

At first Johnny is super confident 

Two weeks without sex? Piece of cake! If worse comes to worse, he could always sneak away and use his hand 

For the first couple of days it's pretty easy. He's not THAT feral 

Once the first week passes, he's struggling 

Everything seems to turn him on and he can't get any privacy. It's like you can read his mind because every single time he tries to sneak away, you're right behind him. He's real close to asking if you have a power you haven't told him about

So naturally, he tries to get you to fold first 

He tries everything. He flirts more than usual (which is already a lot), compliments you, rubs against you, kisses you longer than need be, anything and everything 

You never break and it frustrates him beyond belief 

How are you completely fine when he's struggling like crazy?

“You can go two weeks without having sex with me? That's insulting” “No it's not. You're just a big baby”

Needless to say, he doesn't make the two weeks 

If you wanna be nice, you can make him apologize then have sex with him after 

If you wanna be mean, you can make him apologize but still make him wait the 2 weeks

He's begging you to be nice 

Kenshi Takahashi

Kenshi is the one who brings it up 

You're all over him and he's ok with that, but you both should be focusing on training. Liu Kang is choosing a champion for Earthrealm soon, but you seem too busy jumping on him 

He told you that you two should be focusing more, and you argued that you are focused 

You are? Alright. Prove it. 

And that's how the sex ban happens 

It's not that Kenshi isn't struggling. He is. His determination is higher tho

Remember this is when he's at the Academy and he's trying to restore his clan and get his sword back from Johnny. So he's real goal oriented right now 

When he gets frustrated, instead of going to have sex with you, he just tries to think about his goals and the outcome he wants 

Your frustration also pushes him to keep going. As asshole-ish as it sounds, it's hilarious to him 

Watching your attempts to seduce him and trying to get him to give up genuinely makes him laugh 

Salt in the wound because IMAGINE rubbing against him and he laughs at you

Sickening 

The more frustrated you become, the more determined he becomes 

At some point you tell him you give up 

Now I see this going 1 of 3 ways 

A) He accepts your defeat and gives you what you want 

B) He makes you go on and on about how his focus is better than yours, and he still refuses to have sex with you and makes you wait 

C) He has sex with you but doesn't let you finish since you lost 

Depends on the day and his mood 

Kung Lao

I can see his situation being similar to Kenshi’s but not exactly the same 

Let's paint the scene 

You're at the Academy and Kung Lao isn't really focused. He's so convinced he'll be the Earthrealm champion but he keeps slacking off 

When you mention this, he dismisses it. Yeah, he spends a lot of time under you but he trains too! 

That's when you say that if he's not chosen to represent Earthrealm, then he can't touch you for 2 weeks 

Him not being the chosen one? Yeah fucking right 

… 

… 

Well shit-

Surely you're not serious though- oh you are? 

He tries to find loopholes and convince you to drop it 

“It's not like we had a contract” “Come on, you can't be serious” “Two weeks? That's excessive! Two days tops” “It's not like I just want sex. You want it too. I won't be the only one suffering”

You don't budge 

He's frustrated because he didn't get the damn lightning amulet and he wants to let it out but you're not letting him 

And his hand isn't the same 

He tries to convince himself that he's fine. It's not a big deal. He can make it. Yadyadya 

I can see him making it through the 2 weeks but he's so visibly unhappy 

And do not laugh. He'll wanna kill you 

It's so obvious he's dying on the inside. His eyes linger way too long on you 

He took the L at the mini tournament and now he feels like he's taking an L now. Back to back slaps in the face 

And you lecturing him about how he could've possibly beaten Raiden if he focused more irritates the life outta him 

He gets it! Damn! Let it go and touch him 

You do not and he's forced to wait the 2 weeks 

Be aware that once the clock strikes midnight, he'll be on you immediately 

Raiden

Aight y'all I'm lowkey running out of reasons 

And because of that, imma say he just heard about the shit on google. Maybe someone was saying it could benefit the relationship. Idk. 

He brings up the idea and you agree to it 

Now I don't see Raiden wanting to have sex all the time so I don't think 2 weeks would be that difficult for him 

Does he struggle somewhat? A little 

And I mean a little 

It's not on his mind all the time and when he’s in the mood he reminds himself how little time he has left 

He's also training new recruits at the Academy so that keeps him busy and distracted 

He definitely wants to have sex at some point but it’s not something pushing on his shoulders

It’s not bothering him the way it bothers the other Earthrealm men

As for you, I believe in you making it as well 

Like I said, Raiden doesn't want sex all the time so it's not like you're fucking like rabbits. So 2 weeks ain't that bad 

He's also gone for some time so it's not like you're seeing him all the time and wanting to fuck on him 

If you're training new recruits as well, you're both busy and fucking around new recruits ain't a good look 

The two of you make it through the 2 weeks. Congratulations! 

Your prize? There is none

Just a little fun for the two of you to do

Maybe you'll do it again and try to go longer 

I think overall he can probably last around a month

Liukang

Before I even say why this happened, let me just say you are NEVER winning this 

This man has incredible patience. This is the same guy that rebuilt society and waited hundreds of thousands of years for his friends to come back. Do y'all really think he'll struggle with not getting his dick wet for 2 weeks? 

Now why does this ban happen? I'm so glad you asked and I'm definitely not grabbing at straws here- (or is it grasping?)

Now idk the timeline and how much time passed in the game so excuse me if I'm wrong 

Let's say the bullshit with the other Shang Tsung happened over the span of 2 weeks 

When shit started picking up, Liu Kang thought it would be best for the both of you to have space 

He doesn't mean like, a breakup type of break. He just means “hey, we can't be distracted. We should try and give each other space so we can be more productive”

You can be around each other but things like dates, and sex aren't happening until shit is fixed 

Now, like I said, Liu Kang is fine 

He's thinking about everyone's safety. Not sex. 

And that doesn't mean he doesn't wanna have sex with you. He just knows he needs to focus right now 

Trying to convince him that he can spare a few minutes to be alone isn't gonna work with him. 

“This'll help you too. Your will, your resolve, your-”

Insert other monk type shit he'd say

You can try and try and try to convince him but he'll always say no

He'll hug and kiss you but that takes a few seconds 

You can tell him that he spends more time sleeping than fucking but he'll disregard that 

You can try to flirt with him and touch him but he'll seem unmoved 

In reality, he's definitely hormonal when you do that but he's not clawing at the walls. He could last a lot longer than 2 weeks 

Once the bullshit is over he'll do what you want for as long as you want 

Might bring up doing it again as a joke but you seem like you'll try and kill him so it never happens 

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[jooillusion]

Hiii I really like your writing! If you’re taking requests can I have your thoughts on nerdy bf joo?

nerdy boyfriend joo <3

warnings: oral, protected sex, riding, implied first time, slight cockwarming at the end, jooyeon is super shy

pairings: nerd!jooyeon x reader

YAYYYYY my first request!! thank you sm love 😊

the cute nerdy boy who sat at the end of the row! you occupied the seat next to him, asking him for his name on the second day of school due to his quiet aura. you couldn’t steal any glances due to his hair covering the sides of his face. you’re asking him for help because you’re struggling, but at the same time he turns his head fully towards you to passionately explain. you find yourself staring at him. he could be talking for hours and you’d be staring shamelessly.

“you got that?” jooyeon asks, his eyes genuinely wondering through the lenses of his glasses. you’re nodding your head and the unexpected happens; jooyeon fucking smiles. it’s a rare sight to see, especially since he doesn’t say anything nor pays mind to anybody around him, only focusing on the lectures and the notes he takes in his notebook. you’re later ranting to your roommate about how you find the nerd boy cute, her dismissing it as you not having a boyfriend in a while. who would fall for a nerd anyways? however, you’re not questioning yourself when the image of his heart shaped smile replays through your mind before bed.

after getting his phone number, you found out he’s actually really smart, majoring in philosophy. you’re lucky he isn’t explaining this in real life because you’d definitely be staring at him while he’s explaining. you two would definitely spend some days after school talking on the phone, but they wouldn’t last over 30 minutes due to jooyeon studying.

sometimes after school, you’d see him in the library joining him for a study session. he’d help you find out the answer and walk you through the problems, high fiving you every time you get a question right.

you wouldn’t guess joo to have a crush on you back. but there’s a knock on your dorm door about an hour after you give him directions to your dorm, you opening the door to him holding something behind his back. he’s looking down at his feet, you raising an eyebrow to why he decided to show up late. he ignores your question, pulling his arm from behind his back to reveal a rose, confessing that he’s liked you for a while. you’re taken by surprise but your heartbeat calms seeing his pink dusted face, smiling and taking the rose from his hand. you’re bringing the rose to your nose and taking in its scent.

“you like me?”

“mhm…’m sorry f-for coming late b-but i’ll go now-” he’s taken by surprise himself when you pull him in a hug, your head resting on his chest. his hands hesitantly come up to wrap around you, your head shifting to look up at him.

“i like you too, jooyeon. i thought you would’ve noticed by now.” you’re giggling at him, you two embracing each other before saying goodbye. once your door is closed behind you, you’re dancing victoriously.

after he confessed, he’d come over to help you with your homework. sometimes he’d shy away from skinship, flinching even the slightest when your hand touches his. he’s shyly smiling and you’re returning the smile back.

you’d always respected jooyeon not favoring skinship a lot. yeah he’d hold your hand, leave a peck on your lips that’d leave his cheeks pink, and hug from time to time but that’s it. however, it’s hard when you’re straddling his lap on his couch, his hands touching all over as his lips hungrily make out with yours. he doesn’t know where to put his hands, rubbing them up and down your back, his touch making you shiver. it’s hard when he’s he’s breathlessly grunting into the kiss. you’re pulling away when the air becomes suffocating.

“have you ever done this before?” you pull the crooked glasses off, your eyes fueling with even more lust as you admire how he looks without them. jooyeon is trying to calm his breathing, his head shaking no. your head dips to plant a small kiss on his neck, hearing him gulp.

“don’t worry,” you pull away from his neck, whispering on his skin. the hairs on his arms raise, goosebumps rising throughout his body. his hands rest in your hips, gripping lightly. “i’ll take care of you joo.”

it doesn’t take long for you to be onto your knees in front of him, your mouth around his cock and your head going up and down. jooyeon whines loudly, his head thrown back, his mouth open. his hands stay at his sides, balling up into fists. he doesn’t want to touch you without ruining the moment. you’re pulling off of his tip with a pop.

“joo, you can touch me babe. i’ll be alright.” you’re saying just above a whisper, going back to pleasuring him. his shaky hand comes up to land and experimental pet on your head. he’s guessing it’s alright due to you not reacting. his hips slightly thrust up once the head of his cock hits the back of your throat, his hand gripping your hair. jooyeon’s coming down from his high not too long after with a loud whimper, his hand gripping your hair as you keep your head down onto him, greedily swallowing his cum.

after you make him cum, he’s a blushy mess, especially when you’re naked in front of him. he’s mesmerized since he’s never seen a woman naked before in person, scrambling to get up and grab a condom from his room. once he has his condom on you’re straddling him again, his mind going blank once your cunt comes in contact with him. he fills you right up to the brim and you’re bouncing on top of him slowly to not overwhelm him, his hands gripping your waist, and your hands gripping his shoulders.

your fingernails dig into his skin, making a mess of the boy as he watches you bounce on top of his cock. you’re speeding up a bit once his hips start moving into yours, signaling that he wants more. you’re pulling him into a kiss, him trying to kiss you back but he can’t hold back the moans that escape his lips. you’re pulling away with a whine, your high creeping upon you. his grip on your waist tightens, his legs shaking underneath you, his cock pulsing into your walls as you clench around him.

“mm…i-i love you.” his voice weakly rasps. that’s all it takes for you to reach your peak, gasping as you cum around his cock. he’s following behind, cumming on a choked sound.

you two sit there for a while, his arms wrapping around you while you both try to steady your breathing. you lean down into his neck, placing light kisses on his neck. you don’t care about his softening cock inside of you, only the thought of him confessing his love for the first time fills your mind.

“i love you too, jooyeon.” you can’t see, but his heart shaped smile creeps onto his lips.

losely written bc i like this idea and want to write something longer but this is def too long for thoughts sorry LOLOL but i hope you enjoy!! thank you for being my first request :)

please remember that this is a pure work of fiction.

#xdinary heroes hard thoughts #xdinary heroes hard hours #xdinary heroes smut #xdinary heroes imagines #xdh smut #xdh imagines #xdh hard hours #xdh x reader #jooyeon smut #jooyeon x reader #flors requests #love mail ୨୧

[wilcze-kudly]

The (old) announcement for the new earth Avatar series in 2025 is making the rounds on twitter with so many reactions being wishing for a Bolin-like mankisser Avatar, which has led me & my maladaptive daydreaming to concoct this speculation/wishlist/fanfic, hope you enjoy:

Technology has evolved to be somewhat modern day tech with majority population no longer very spiritual & dismiss bending & spirits as being "old head" stuff & glorified pretty animals & weird martial arts, and now the Avatar isn't considered a big deal anymore. This is part of the main conflict with the new Avatar

Korra dies at around 80ish, mostly b/c I want old lady Master Jinora to be the new Avatar's main spiritual teacher

Show starts with Jinora copying her dad's lead and summarize the end of Korra's life before zooming in on her and the White Lotus going around the Earth Kingdom searching for the new Avatar. Unlike w/ previous generations, there's hardly any Avatar claims, which is nice b/c no random false claims, but Jinora gets annoyed at how un-spritual and downright flippant people are about the Avatar cycle nowadays.

This search goes really wrong though... b/c 20 years after Korra's death and they still haven't found the new Avatar 😨. WL members begin wondering if the cycle is broken, but Jinora doesn't give up hope in finding Korra's reincarnation.

Jinora may be an old lady, but she's very spry and agile and credits the Air Nomad lifestyle for how she doesn't slow down at all in the search.

Scenes begin getting interspliced during the Avatar search, cutting to some ”random” Earthbender (obvs the Avatar). He's some big buff brown athlete dude who is trying to make it to the big leagues of pro-bending... but he struggles a lot. Backstory: he's dirt poor and kicked out by his family after being such a failure in school, turning to sports to try to live out his dream is a last ditch effort. Very last ditch b/c if he doesn't win tonight's match money, he's not gonna make rent and end up homeless, so he's very stressed.

Cut to some of the younger While Lotus guys who pass by the local small-town arena and then ask Master Jinora if they can take a break this weekend and watch a local pro-bending match. Honors was at first gonna say no, but her gut/spiritual connection to the previous Avatar suddenly tells her that going inside might be a good idea.

They walk in to see a pro-bending match in progress, and it's pretty neck&neck with our Earth Avatar looking like he might be able to pull out a close victory..... until the enemy's team's earthbender sends him flying back, and instead of falling normally, our Avatar gets genuinely scared that he's gonna break his neck and experiences a slowmotion "life flashing before my eyes" near-death moment where he gets sad b/c.... he's kinda a loser and his life sucks!

That's when he suddenly airbends and catches his fall.

Jinora & the WL are overjoyed to see this and it's a big huge moment..... until they zoom out and it turns out nobody else in the arena gives a single fuck outside of the fact that airbending is cheating ”yellow fan! move back 1 zone!" even our new Avatar's teammates are pissed at him

Jinora gets really mad "Um, hello? That's the Avatar!" but nobody cares beyond the game. Jinora starts grumbling abt "young folks"

Our new Avatar doesn't even care much either and just pleads with the ref that he just did it on accident, but the yellow fan goes thru.... and it ends up costing the match!

new Avatar leaves the match dejected and kicked off the team "if you hadn't done that Avatar mumbo jumbo, we would've won the prize money!" and new Avatar leaves teary eyed and cursing this "stupid Avatar stuff"

Jinora & the WL drop in on new Avatar (literally, Jinora is too excited and just flies down from the sky) and new Avatar yells abt "I don't have any money, scary airbending Grandma-mugger! Please don't rob me, I'm already homeless!"

It takes a while for Jinora to convince him to come with her (turns out, he doesn't know much abt Avatar stuff either, Jinora really starts grumbling abt "young folks" now) but in the end the White Lotus win him over by pointing out that the Avatar gets free room & board from the WL.

scene break to the following day, preparing to take a Sky Bison to the Fire Nation, & the new Avatar asks why they're going there

Jinora explains that the WL has contacts with the traditional Sun Warrior pueblos who have agreed to train the new Avatar in Firebending (Jinora then wonders aloud if the offer still stands after being 20 years late in finding him)

new Avatar guy then asks why Fire first, & not Air. Then Jinora starts lecturing him abt having to go in the order of the Avatar cycle ”It's Earth Fire Air then Water. How do you not know this?"

While she's ranting abt this, some dude shows up and new Avatar tries to hide by earthbending a hole into the ground... it turns out to be his dad. Somehow, his dad found out abt him being a late bloomer Avatar (new Avatar bragged on corny Instagram-parody abt being the new Avatar, it wasn't as popularly received as he had hoped, most ppl called him a liar)

NA's dad, same dad who kicked him out of the house for being a jobless loser dropout, suddenly wants to schmooze up to the White Lotus, after confirming that his son wasn't lying

Argument ensues, but ends with his dad at least being concerned abt his son travelling overseas and insisting that the WL take his number and give him updates. While climbing onto Sky Bison Jinora takes some grandma-ly pity on NA and tells him that they won't update his dad if he doesn't want them to.

Fast forward to NA meeting a Sun Warrior Master (their people are one of the few civilizations still keeping the traditional bending and spiritual practices alive, part of why Jinora picked them) and NA begins his training... poorly

The SW Master gets very frustrated at how blockheaded this guy is and how little he pays attention (on more than one occasion, NA pulls out his phone and desperately tries to convince social media that he really is the new Avatar, but everyone keeps accusing him of using a greenscreen filter or something to look like he's on vacation)

Sun Warrior guy ends up dragging Jinora aside and having an outburst and saying some... not so nice things about this new Avatar. He starts asking Master Jinora if it's possible that intermixing between nations has somehow produced multi enders, maybe he just has an airbender & earthbender parent. Jinora tells the SW Master to stop being ridiculous, and then he escalates as says that even if NA is the Avatar, he won't teach him b/c he's ”a lost cause"

NA accidentally walks in and overhears this, and it hurts his feelings and he starts getting existential b/c "it's happening all over again! o sucked at school! I sucked at probending! now I suck at this too! my dad was right.... I should just go home" 😢

the Sun Warrior Master feels bad & tries to retract what he said, but Jinora says that she'll talk to the NA

Jinora decides to change up the schedule the rest of the day and train the NA herself. He gets excited at first b/c he thinks it's for airbending"at least know I can airbend!" but turns out Jinora just want to do some simple spiritual meditation stuff as something (hopefully) easier for him to help build his confidence

Meditation practice goes similarly awful (he can't concentrate or relax to save his life) but the conversation does turn to Jinora talking about the spiritual aspect of Avatars and asking him if he's ever connected to any past Avatars

Jinora decides to try something, and takes NA to a shrine that she had once visited with Korra in her later years. Jinora hopes that this place might help him connect to Korra (possibly for selfish reasons b/c Jinora misses Korra)

It's late at night at this point, and the NA just ends up falling asleep rather than meditating. Jinora sighs and reasons that it's only his first day.

But ... turns out that during his sleep, NA does make contact with the spirit of old gray Korra... and she slaps the NA's spirit awake

NA freaks out "Why are you blue & glowy? Wait why am I blue & glowy?"

Korra doesn't have time for his questions and starts getting into it "Finally! It's been 20 years! You're old enough to be a fully realized Avatar, so why is this the first time I finally made contact with you? You've gotta be a bigger spiritual blockhead than when I started out!"

NA confused and explains that he's not a realized Avatar, it's just his first day

Spirit Korra freaks out and starts shaking NA's spirit like a ragdoll "You just started!!? We don't have time for this! I need to warn you about something! Here, it'll be easier if I show you!"

Spirit Korra touches his forehead and shows him a vision of a worldwide apocalyptic event that's like a climate change fueled by the modern-tech world's disconnect & mistreatment of the spirits hanging around the material world.

After the vision Korra lets him go and yells at him to hurry up and finish his Avatar training. And then before she wakes up him again she asks him to send her regards to Jinora btw.

Cut to the waking world, Jinora is concerned over where NA's spirit went and shaking him. Then he wakes up screaming and asking if being an Avatar always means that "scary old ladies are yelling at me... Oh... she told me to tell you that 'Korra says hi'"

And that's where my maladaptive daydream decided the 1st episode of this hypothetical/speculative show would end, but here's also 2 other "scenes" I daydreamed where the new guy's Team Avatar forms.

1st scene is him perhaps going on a trip away from the Sun Warriors' remote traditional village and going to a semi-rural fishing town and ending up meeting some bronze-skinned rough-and-tumble looking firebender dude seaside restaurant that he flirts with.

The NA wonders if he could flex his Avatar status to help with flirting with the fellas, but his recent failures w/ Avatar training has him feeling down and ending up losing his nerve and goes to leave. But the firebender guy sees the depressed NA first and invites him for a bowl of this town's specialty noodles.

They hit it off well, and NA enjoys getting to forget abt Avatar training (Jinora will yell at him later when he ends up missing the whole day's practice). NA asks firebender guy what he does, and he says he works on his dad's fishing boat as the chef ”stereotypical, right? they always ask the firebender to cook. I'm good at it though" And when he in turn asks the same question, NA tiptoes around the Avatar stuff (after how everyone else in his hometown and his old probending reacted, he thinks it probably won't be "cool" to say he's the Avatar)

But turns out, firebender guy thinks it's awesome, and NA is like "You're the first person other than Master Jinora to think me being the Avatar is cool😊" "Who's Master Jinora 🤔?" "One of the old ladies who yells at me 😐"

2nd scene is the waterbender & Airbender girlies of the team being introduced.

the waterbender is a traditional southern water tribe student who's doing field research for her thesis on Sun Warrior culture. She doesn't use waterbending much for combat at first (she mostly just uses it to create ice magnifying glasses to read ancient texts)

But she ends up getting roped into Avatar business after running the airbender girlie, who is Jinora(& Kai)'s granddaughter!

She flies over to the SW pueblo to see how her old granny is doing

she has a sort of funny half-camaraderie half-antagonism relationship with Granny Jinora, b/c she's a master Airbender who genuinely cares abt Air Nomad culture, but she also likes new untraditional modern tech social media fashion stuff too, and that part kinda annoys Jinora since her granddaughter kind of runs a nomadic travel page and takes lots of pictures

Jinora's granddaughter and the water tribe thesis writer meet at the Sun Warrior village, and the water tribe student complains that there's practically nothing to make a thesis on since the Sun Warriors are very protective of their culture to actually let her study anything beyond some old statues at the gate. She rambles aloud that the other grad students were doing much more exciting theses, and that the only novel thing she could do was either try (and fail) to convince the secretive Sun Warriors to let her do a paper on them... or do a paper on the mystery fate of the Avatar in the 20 years since Korra's death

Jinora's granddaughter ends up being a big blabbermouth and spilling every abt why her granny is here with the Sun Warriors

They both get roped into Avatar destiny stuff as a result

Some other random thoughts I had: it'd be cool to do another southern water tribe festival arc at some point, except this time with nods to Korra and Katara in the festival and an update on the spiritual connection there far away from the big metropolises.

Plus, it'd be cool to see Tenzin's kids and grandkids at some point, with a joke about Rohan being forgotten, b/c he was just a baby while his whole family saved the world a million times, so a self aware jab abt Rohan being old and still salty abt missing out on the adventures w/ Korra 😤

OH my gosh i love that! Babe you've got some spectacular ideas, write a fic! Granny Jinora oml 😍 and I genuinely feel for the new avatar. Its easy to feel like a failure and i think a lot of us could relate lol

#i love it! #jinora #avatar

[harringrovsonsworld]

Jason Carver SFW Alphabet

I was struggling with my kas eddie thing so i decided to take a break and do something for Carver. i know hes an asshole but i do have a soft spot for him. his death was bs and he was clearly in need of help that he didnt get. a terrible waste that he went from the pep rally high to dead in a serial killers attic in less than a week.

anyways long post under the cut

Edit : I forgot j like an idiot fool.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

I've gotta be honest. Jason comes across as a shallow air head. The basketball equivalent of sharpee from highschool musical. BUT if any of yall have seen sharpee’s stand alone show/movie thing you'll know she's not quite as shallow as people make her out to be. Jason's affection is like that. He seems at first blush to be a cool guy but you can't think of anyone who’d put them as their emergency contact. Their first call when shit hits the fan. Then you get to know him away from his meat head friends, he can be quite genuine. I don't think he has the forethought to do this on purpose, but he can be very unintentionally sweet and soft with his words. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He's a very hands on best friend, especially if it came to a shared hobby like basketball, hiking or swim team. I think he’d have a hard time with stuff he doesn't like, to pick a completely random example, someone who likes DnD. He can be pretty dismissive of ‘that nerd shit’ whatever that might be, it's less out of meanspiritedness and more wanting you to fit in so you can still hang out without damaging his cred. Maybe not the most noble of ideas but it comes from a good place and you have to remember, he is only 18.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

If you were alone or in a more closed off setting, yes I imagine he would like to cuddle. I can see Jason having a pastor dad who probably wasn't the most outwardly loving. He’s maybe a little cuddle starved. He seems like he'd be the type to throw his arm around your shoulder whenever he could, put his head in your lap or hold your hand in church. I don't think he's the type for spooning, probably not allowed to bring anyone home with him, but he might fall asleep against your shoulder while you watch a movie. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I struggled with this one. Jason gives me very white upper class traditional roles sort of vibes. He absolutely wants to get married, in fact i think he’s the type to be planning his dream wedding and dream spouse for years in advance. But I also think he sees himself as the stereotypical man in the relationship. He's expecting to marry someone who’ll be a homemaker while he goes off to work, maybe follow in his fathers footsteps. Bit of internalised misogyny/ toxic masculinity i think. His parents would certainly expect him to do chores when he was younger, but it was on sufferance and it's stopped now he has to focus on college (maybe a basketball scholarship?) He's never learned to cook or clean for himself, even for the pleasure of making food only he wants. If you're into the whole, trad wife/ husband/ spouse thing, maybe this could work out. If not you're going to need to make that clear because jason has a hard time reading sarcasm  

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Say what you will about Carver in season 4, he knows how to be a gentleman to his partners. He’d take you on a date to say goodbye and try his level best to go on good terms. I imagine you'd have to do something pretty egregious to force his hand but I can also see him being told you're not the right partner for him by his parents, then twisting his arm. It's pretty clear that if Chrissy had survived she was going to dump Jason and if Chrissy was an 8 out of 10 on the Jason pain scale, you're an 11. All that to say, oh boy is he going to take that hard. His friends might try to cheer him up with some sort of superficial lads night out but let's be real, there's only so long you can hang around someone miserable who won't cheer up. He's going to go hide in some sort of teenage angst misery pit listening to the 80s equivalent of Linkin park's Numb.  

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Oh hell yes. Jason is so excited about being someone's husband. He loves partying, every teenager does, but he is so excited to settle down with his best friend and build a life with them. He seems the type to give out promise rings, like “we’ll be together when college is done” sort of thing. I imagine he’d want a decent engagement period, mostly so there's enough time to coordinate the wedding and organise it between your two families and pick the right date. I think he’d want a fall wedding, kids soon after so they are born in the spring/summer. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

I think what we see of him with a bad temper and even worse intentions is Jason at his absolute lowest. A snapshot of him at his worst possible moment and it shouldn't be taken as normal. He’s kind of jockish, physically rough and emotionally immature and I honestly don't think he’ll get that much better. He might mellow with age, get rid of all that nervous energy that seems to follow him about. And I doubt that boisterous playfulness will last forever too, so he will probably not be as rough and tumble by the time he's finished college.  I'm not saying you have to parent him but he does seem to need an actual adult to point him in the direction of maturity, talking through his problems instead of taking the huff or just letting things fester. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

I'd say so, yes he's a fan of hugs. He likes those little dancy swaying hugs you get when someone completely wraps their arms around you. I canon Jason as autistic so he likes the pressure and grounding effect they have. His hugs are wrapped a little too tight and he's just a little too into it. He definitely gets teased by his basketball buddies for how many hugs he gives you. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

I imagine Jason has been taught to never say that unless he really means it. Brought up to think if you say you love someone, it means you're going to marry them and we all know how important that is to jason. For that reason I imagine he’d be really really slow to say it. He’ll have been thinking about it for a long time, mentally adding it to the end of his conversations with you. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He's not huffy so much as he is oh woe is me. Spirals a bit into self loathing when he thinks you have something better than him. Sometimes he goes a bit over board trying to prove he deserves you, trying to earn you back even though you're still with him and don't intend to leave.

He needs Therapy and a confidence boost.

Kinda chaste, short and sweet. He's not the makeout type normally, mostly just a quick peck on the cheek in the morning before class, a quick goodbye when he drops you home. He likes to kiss cheeks and hands and shoulders. I think he likes to have his neck and jaw kissed. He seems like he's ticklish, might devolve into a giggling fit if you blew a raspberry on his neck. 

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Hmm judging by his behaviour his parents seem a little absent . I'm betting like most boys in Hawkins he didn't exactly have a good male role model for fatherhood. I imagine he has a sort of idealised version of parenthood in his head that doesn't exactly line up with reality. He likes kids how he sees them in his head, having fun sitting with his daughter having a tea party, and teaching his son how to play ball. I don't think he's thought about all the late night feedings and nappy changing and wiping snotty noses. He's good with calm and fun kids but he has no clue how to deal with a fussy, scared or crying child. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Jason is a fitness nut, not to mention his strict parents. He's up at the crack of dawn for church and a morning run, maybe doing laps in the pool before class. He's perfectly happy to let you lie on until he's done but he's the kind of annoying morning person who wants you to come with him and have fun. He likes to go out for breakfast dates. Actually he likes pancakes and waffles so much he could give el a run for her money. He'd have breakfast for dinner if he thought he could get away with it. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Jason isn't failing any classes but that's mostly due to the fact he spends every moment he's not practising basketball and at church doing work. He doesn't really care too much about his grades, he's banking a lot on a free ride to a sporty college, he just doesn't want to incur his parents wrath and complaints of being a disappointment. He usually falls asleep with his nose in a boring book, maybe with you on the opposite sofa waiting for him to finish his work so you can go grab dinner. He's up at the crack of dawn most days so he's an early to bed sort. Doesn't mean he can't pull the occasional all-nighter for exams or victory parties. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I think Jason is a nervous talker. He’ll info-dump about himself to just fill the silence. It’s all true stuff but it's just a constant stream of consciousness, rambling and going too fast for you to really take in. I imagine once he's past that initial awkwardness and the butterflies have calmed down, he’ll let a steady stream of things about himself be slowly revealed. For all his anxieties he's not super shy, does not hide things about himself and always caves when pressed. He’s not super deep, it's what you see is what you get with Jason 99% of the time. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s pretty average. I think he has a hard time putting himself in other people's shoes a lot of the time, unless it's something he's experienced. Stuff he knows well he’s got a lot of patience for, things he doesn't understand get a lot of “why can't you just do X” or “c'mon Y cant be that hard” he doesn't get angry easily but he does get annoyed, exasperated even. He's a serial problem sorter by which I mean he says the phrase “do you want me to deal with Z for you” rather than just listening or letting you solve the thing on your own time. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Jason is a lot like steve. He’s not stupid even if he isnt that book smart. He remembers a lot of little details and nuances and then does something daft like forget your anniversary. He's a little absent minded when he's focused on other things  but he is good at making it up to you. 

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

I mentioned above he doesn't remember big things even though youd think theyd be easier to remember. He's a bit of a romantic at heart: maybe something like meeting eyes across the carpark or hearing your cheer over the crowd when he scored the winning point at a game. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

After Chrissy left him for someone he thought of as inferior, Jason sort of developed a bit of a complex. He’s a little jealous but more in a sulky passive aggressive way than an outright hostile and accusatory way. When he knows he's upset you he gets pretty melancholic and self pitying “oh woe is me, this is why chrissy left me, i get it now you should leave me too for someone better” that kind of thing. For all his bravado he seems like he has a somewhat low opinion of himself outside of basketball and even that might be taken away from him if he survived the earthquake/upside down of Hawkins with injuries. He doesn't like to be physically protected, he'd rather fight his own battles. But I imagine he might like to have things sugar coated, no harsh truths or telling it like it is. Sometimes you need those harsh truths though so maybe protect him from taking it too hard? Just be gentle with him is what i'm saying.

Assuming he’s still able bodied after the whole, vecna incident, he’d definitely go to bat for you. If not, well he's not particularly cutting, quick or sharp witted. I think he might defend you with somewhat empty threats. But know this, able or not his team still has his back and by extension yours. One dude on crutches isn't much of a threat, but an entire varsity basketball team who wants to kick your ass is a pretty big deterrent to anyone who might mess with you. Less scary dog privilege and more scary wolf pack privilege.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Jason is sort of one note with his effort. He picks stereotypical date ideas, gifts and so on: flowers, chocolates etc. He doesn't do it intentionally, that's just what he assumes girls/guys/nb partners are meant to like. Wining and dining people are really the only string to his bow at the start, it's all he's been taught.  Like I said, he's a romantic so once he finds out more about you he’d try to bring those things into his dates. He loves aquarium dates, one of his special interests is sharks and sea life. I think he’d love it if you took him and just let him ramble for a few hours about jellyfish and deep sea creatures. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He's got a habit of making things quite grandiose. He tends to blow things out of proportion, like good is great and bad is the worst. He's got a habit of giving lectures and speeches and so on. He can be quick tempered but it's usually just as quick to fade. I really put a lot of this down to immaturity. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

It's not his top priority, but he likes to look good for you, you know? Always showers in the morning and after practice at night, wears some nice but subtle cologne and keeps his hair

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

I don't think Jason as we know him has enough emotional complexity to put any thought towards the concept of completeness. He doesn't really get the concept of another half to make him whole in anything other than a religious sense. Maybe when he meets you it'll be the catalyst to realise he did feel like he was missing something and just never noticed it until now. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

As I mentioned, i canon jason as autistic and absolutely adores sharks. I imagine his room is a mix of basketball trophies, photos from church and sea life stuff. He's got shark posters, ocean themed bedspread, a starfish lamp and maybe some sea world plushies on his bed. Lots of calming blues with a sand coloured carpet. Maybe he has an ocean themed music box from his childhood that he keeps by his bed. I can also see him with one of those jellyfish ceiling light covers. His room is hella childish but it's his and he doesn't want to change it. His dad probably hates it but his mom is just happy he's not trying to grow up too fast. Not like anyone has ever seen his room because he isn't allowed to bring partners back and his friends only want to see his pool and wine fridge. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He's kinda squeamish. I imagine if he had a partner with a uterus he’d get squicked out by blood from periods or childbirth. He’s not going to make it your problem but he has absolutely fainted when he saw someone get a nose bleed so maybe be careful around him during that time of the month. I think he might find spitting or smoking a deal breaker too. He's sort of a  “my body is a temple” type. Drinking is fine but he draws the line at drugs, even weed. He doesn't have THAT much of a problem with other people doing it but you aren't just any old person so i can see it being a point of contention. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Jason sleeps like a baby, all swaddled up in his blankets. He is a blanket thief and will literally pull you off the bed if it means pulling the covers towards himself. He does snore a little but is absolutely adamant he doesn't. Once he finally has his blankets he sleeps like a corpse: can't be woken by anything except his alarm and doesn't move a muscle for hours at a time, no tossing or turning and if it wasn't for the snoring you might not even think he’s breathing. 

i didnt intend to write for jason a lot but this was fun. if you wana talk more about jason hmu.

ao3 link is here

#jason carver #stranger things #sfw alphabet #headcanons #my headcanons #jason carver headcanons #jason carver x reader #jason carver x y/n #jason carver imagine

[garina]

Two more episodes down... For @kedreeva, who is apparently waiting for me to lose my mind in another 4 episodes time...

Dr Brenner can die in all the fires. Forever. Manipulative abusive amoral arsehole. And anyone who helped him do that to El (and others?) can join him.

This cast are absolutely incredible. The way Mike's face crumples when he gets home after they see the 'body' being found is heartbreaking and I was crying with them all.

I really like Mrs Wheeler. She's trying to be a supportive mother and protect her kids, and while she's obviously hurt when Joyce suddenly tells her to leave for apparently no reason, she just leaves quietly without snapping back.

Jonathan really messed up with those photos. Steve and the others had a right to be angry (even if arseholes in other respects). Not sure whether Steve would have gone as far as smashing the camera if it wasn't for That Photo of Nancy, unsurprisingly it seemed to be the one that really pissed him off.

Nancy seems to have forgiven him quite easily, but then that's her right. Also a)he gave her a genuine apology, and b) I don't think she cares about anything right now except finding Barb,and Jonathan's not dismissing her

Poor Barb, that opening scene was heartbreaking and terrifying. The fact that she can't see properly while trying to escape, and the way it's intercut with Nancy and Steve having sex is really really effective.

The problem with anxiety, is that when something genuinely dangerous, or something that anyone would find terrifying, comes along, a lot of your coping mechanisms go out of the window because they're often based on rationalising your anxieties, and trying to persuade your brain that everything will be alright. This does not work when things are clearly not ok. Or when monsters climb out of the walls. Poor Joyce.

The lights spelling out 'RUN' was an amazing spinechilling moment.

El's struggle to communicate continues to get me. Just not having the words to explain (and it's a pretty complicated concept anyway). Also her delight when she first sees herself as an ordinary girl.

Mr Clarke continues to be awesome. More teachers should be like him.

Public humiliation should be mandatory for all bullies, especially ones as vile as Troy.

The radio/Will in the wall scene. Best scene so far, no competition. The dawning horror and fear on the boys' faces as they realise: yes he's really alive... but things are really really BAD. Joyce talking to him though the wall and begging him to run and stay safe, promising she'll find him...

Do the portals really have to be so... membrany? And the way those pieces reknit across the portal in the lab, it looked almost like hands reaching across and grasping each other. Nope. Do. Not. Want. A real, primal revulsion moment.

I am impressed with Hopper's investigative skills, not so much with his romantic ones. Did you consider apologising properly for your behaviour and asking the understandably angry librarian for help properly? The bit with the fake body was really good, you could see him doubting himself and really having to psyche himself up to do it. I am not sure his one man mission into the lab is going to go well.

Running out of steam and coherentish sentences. But not of feels. Roll on episodes 5 and 6!

#stranger things #spoilers #here I go again #rambling feels #still kedreeva's fault

[thebrokengate]

I’m trying to think of potential storyline where Mike rejecting Will after all this build-up in season 5 even makes sense, and I really can’t think of one. It honestly just sounds so ridiculous to me. Especially since Will’s likely not gonna confess to Mike or bring up the painting again. That has to be Mike. Imagining this happening during an apocalypse just sounds ridiculous:

“why did you lie about the painting, Will? El never commissioned anything. She doesn’t need me.”

“because I’m in love with you, mike. Isn’t it obvious? I need you Mike, and I always will. It’s always been you.” There are tears in his eyes.

“Oh, that’s awkward. We’re friends. Nothing more. Didn’t mean to get your hopes up (by staring at your lips all the time).”

“But you promised we’d go crazy together.”

“Well not that crazy.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah I’m a heterosexual. I’m straight. I like girls. Women. El Hopper, the love of my life. Who dumped my ass. But I’ll win her back. I’m not gay like you, Will.”

“Well this is awkward.”

“Yeah. I mean we can still be friends, right? Best friends. A team.”

“Yeah, friends.”

And then Byler antis just expect everything to continue normally from there, with Will just getting over his best friend, and either moving on to a random guy (despite their being no new characters added) or ending up alone? A storyline they built for five seasons just because???

Byler antis must either A) not take Will’s genuine love for Mike very seriously and dismiss it as a frivolous crush, B) not take Will very seriously as a character and dismiss him as pretty much irrelevant, or C) just not care and believe the only destiny for a sad gay kid is to remain sad and gay at the end of the story because Mike is straight

Lmao, yeah. Doesn't make sense, does it? And I think it's a combination of all three, honestly. I've seen all of them. Some little crush wouldn't last this long; believe me, I would know. I had multiple crushes throughout my school time, and they always changed within a few months to a year. The one time I was truly in love, though, was a complete mess and I was in a very similar situation to Will and I've felt his pain. That took more than a year to move past, and even now sometimes I think back on those memories and get sad again. It was one of the hardest times in my life. You don't go through that much pain over a simple crush, but you do over love. Even in fiction. There's a big difference as well between when Dustin had a crush on Max and even though it hurt that she didn't like him romantically, he was able to move on pretty fast.. vs. Will whose pain is so deep and prominent, jumping out at the viewer, because the difference is that he's in love - not just a crush. A rejection storyline would be a repeat of what Will already thinks. He already thinks he has no chance, so what kind of ending arc would it be just to confirm that? It would also be an unsatisfying ending because A) Will would be the only character who hasn't been given a chance at love and B) it would make his arc fall a little more flatly because part of his sexuality plot, while it does entail acceptance, it also involves Mike and he is a central trigger to this storyline. A big part of Will's struggle is that he's in love with Mike, and from a narrative standpoint, when depicted like this with Will going through that much pain, it usually always ends in those characters being endgame.. otherwise, to the audience, the character's suffering feels pointless. The fact is, nobody writes a 5 season slowburn rejection, so if Will was going to be rejected, he would have been by now.

#ask styx #byler

[thatscarletflycatcher]

I actually find Henry crawford worse than Willoughby. He was terrible to Eliza, yes, but he was genuinely in love with Marianne and he loved her for her. He was just a wastrel who had to marry for money because he had depleted the family bank account. Henry just liked chasing women, toying with their hearts, and fell for Fanny because she was a challenge.

The thing is that, beside the Maria affair (which is clearly what he thought was harmless coming back to haunt him), Henry only plays for vanity, and it's not his intent to ruin anyone (he's picking up women of society with a strong support net; he's not seducing poor wards while they are away from their guardians). And when it comes to Fanny, he very much did fall in love with her and proposed marriage in earnest, and even tried, feeble as the attempt could be coming from someone not used to exertion, to become a better manager of his estate and affairs. He is capable of seeing Fanny's value and even to feel indignation at how little it is appreciated by those around her, while Willoughby only falls for Marianne because of her general charm, and he was also playing with her at first:

"I was acting in this manner, trying to engage her regard, without a thought of returning it."

Henry Crawford is ultimately painted as tragic: had he not gone to London, things would have fallen into place in such a way as to his earning Fanny's hand; the seducer is seduced and loses everything.

Willoughby is given the chance, TWICE, of doing the right thing, with a cool head and pressure in the right direction, and yet both times he chose what was most convenient to the ease of his life:

"By one measure I might have saved myself. In the height of her morality, good woman! she offered to forgive the past, if I would marry Eliza. That could not be—and I was formally dismissed from her favour and her house. The night following this affair—I was to go the next morning—was spent by me in deliberating on what my future conduct should be. The struggle was great—but it ended too soon. My affection for Marianne, my thorough conviction of her attachment to me—it was all insufficient to outweigh that dread of poverty, or get the better of those false ideas of the necessity of riches, which I was naturally inclined to feel, and expensive society had increased. I had reason to believe myself secure of my present wife, if I chose to address her, and I persuaded myself to think that nothing else in common prudence remained for me to do."

Ultimately they are both weak willed men, and the social consequences of the Maria affair are very similar to the ones of the Eliza affair, but Henry gets the edge if anything because A) his attachment to Fanny was based on her moral character B) He actually tried to do the right thing.

#Jane Austen #Mansfield Park #Henry Crawford #Sense and Sensibility #John Willoughby #ask #anonymous

[exandr0th-0f-viscera]

I say this from a place of wanting to grow so please don't take offense to this. I struggle with the idea of npd and trying to dismiss my own biases towards the disorder and those who have it because of my experience with someone who has it.

My biological father is clinically diagnosed with both NPD and ASPD. He is not a good man. I won't give the whole story but among the things he did were SAing my mom multiple times, threatening her with lethal weapons, and having sex with (at least 2) teenagers half his age when he was in his thirties.

Because of all the horrible things that I know he's done, it's difficult to see those disorders in a good light. I try to operate in a "view the best in people" way and looking past the disorders and towards the person who is afflicted by them. But anytime it's brought up, it reminds me of my traumas in the past.

I want to be able to stop seeing the past whenever these disorders are brought up and turn over a new leaf in my perception but I just don't know where/how to start. I know this makes me sound ignorant and/or bigoted but I do genuinely want to improve myself

-A friend that's too nervous to ask this off anon

This is really difficult to respond to because uhhh I don't know what you expect us to say in response to this. If you're looking for advice, the best I could recommend is seeking out the posts of pwNPD or pwASPD and perhaps trying to expose yourself to them in a controlled way? Or trying to do your own research into the conditions if possible (though there's a LOT of sources that view these disorders negatively). You'll find that a lot of Cluster B folk simply struggle with their own issues and the like, and aren't like your father. Or until you feel more comfortable, just take the time to block tags and words to avoid being triggered.

I'm not an expert, but what I do know is that it's not good to go around having negative perceptions of a group just because of one person who was abusive. It doesn't come from a bigoted place, but I'm sure you can recognise that it's still not good to think that way about people who haven't done anything wrong. If you have access to the resources, you should bring this up with your therapist to work on. If not, I guess it's at your own discretion how you want to approach the issue.

Also, I think if you've been exposed to Xander up until this point, then you can recognise hy's still the same guy. Like. It hasn't changed or anything. I don't think he even meets the full criteria for NPD, it just relates to those experiences. So if that thought helps at all, thenn yeag.

#sol txt #// SA MENTION #// CSA MENTION #// ABUSE

[viperbarnes]

The Tie That Binds – [Three of Eight]

[B. Barnes, Soulmate AU]

Summary: HYDRA took everything from you, your life, your future, they even burned off your soulmark to make sure nobody would go looking for you. Now the man they forced you to fix reappears in your life, to make amends and to be ‘of service’.

You know that they made him do all those things, that James ‘Bucky’ Barnes is not The Winter Soldier, that he’s innocent. You don’t blame him.

But that doesn’t make seeing him again any easier.

Warnings: Panic attacks, language, talk and depiction of home invasion and abduction, canon level violence, HYDRA levels of torture, angst, fluff, slow-ish burn, friends to lovers.

Note: This is entirely un-beta’d so all mistakes are my own. Thank you for reading!

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You’ve just stepped out of the grocery store when you’re half-barrelled into by something big and solid. Instead of falling, like you expect, when the moment passes, you realise not only are you standing upright, but that your arms have been relieved of the two heavy paper bags you’d previously held.

It takes you second to fully process the situation, but when you do, you find yourself blinking up at the smug face of Bucky Barnes, your load now tucked easily under his arm, looking a whole lot smaller than when you’d struggled to pick them up.

“Wha– I thought you were away?!” You let yourself gasp in belated surprise, resting a hand over your heart momentarily. He wears sunglasses, which you find odd considering it wasn’t exactly bright out, but you’re still a little too taken aback by his sudden appearance to really make note of it.

“And miss our shopping trip?” He asks, voice filled with mock horror.

“You can’t shake me off that easy. I stick.” The smugness melts from his features, replaced by something softer as you shake your head at him, beginning to walk.

Almost a whole month and a half of these regular, strange meetings, and the two of you had fallen into something that felt a lot like friendship, but crucially, wasn’t quite. Usually he’d help you with your groceries, sometimes you’d corner him at a cafe and seemingly quiz him on aspects of HYDRA and your capture. It was… comfortable, and you hated to admit it, but you’d sorely missed actual human interaction.

Bucky moves to walk beside you on the footpath, and you eye him. You understand why he wears sunglasses now, at this angle you could clearly see the large purple and black bruise around the ring of his eye, and when you take a closer, less subtle look at his clothing, you realise he’d simply thrown on his heavy winter coat over top of what looked like a blue motorcycle jacket.

“You know I would have been just fine if you had somewhere else to be…” You venture, shifting your eyes away from him as you speak. Bucky glances down at you, and then at his attire.

“Just got back.” He says shortly, though you’ve come to know that was just his way sometimes.

“Most people might go take a shower… get some sleep… not go help some lady with her shopping.” You muse.

The slight smugness returns to his face and his gait and he swings his head to look down at you with a corny grin, only added to by the shades.

“Most people aren’t me.” He tells you cockily, leaning down slightly to emphasise this. He leans back again moments later, as if considering you, and you squirm a little under his gaze.

“Besides, I think you like having someone do the heavy liftin’.” It’s still part of his act, something halfway between a shadow of himself from a different time, and a romance lead perhaps.

You noticed he fell back on humour, on sarcasm or this faux personality whenever he felt like his true response wouldn’t be acceptable. Maybe most people wouldn’t notice the shifts so clearly, but you do. You did the same thing any time you had to interact with another human being.

Still, the way it makes butterflies appear in your chest sends you off kilter every time, not just because it was him, but because it had been a solid amount of time since anybody spoke to you or flirted with you like you were a halfway decent option. Especially someone who looked like Bucky.

You weren’t blind, you’d recognised his objective attractiveness long ago, somewhere in a dimly lit room, where tracing his jawline was a distraction from whatever else.

But it was different now. He wasn’t just the tragically beautiful assassin you were forced to work on, he was… Bucky.

An almost friend.

Bucky.

You scoff at his display, and at any fleeting notion that he’d even really look at you twice, and shake your head.

“I can’t say it doesn’t help on the days my hands shake too much… Lost one too many cartons of eggs to that.” You chortle at your own past predicament.

You miss the way Bucky’s smile falters, and his shoulders drop, and he forces himself to look away from you for several seconds.

“Where were you, anyway?” You ask, changing the subject as you come to a set of lights. Bucky shifts your groceries to his other arm and cocks his head at you.

“I’m pretty sure our deal was that I answer questions about what I used to do. Didn’t think my current shenanigans were on the table…?” You see an eyebrow rise above the lens of the glasses, and roll your eyes.

“Fine. I didn’t want to hear about your sidekick stuff anyway.” You turn away from him slightly only for him to step into your view again.

“Sidekick? You call me a sidekick?” Bucky sounds almost genuinely offended, and you scoff, leaving him trailing behind you when the walking light turns green and you make for the other side of the street.

“Please, you’re basically a professional sidekick.” You can’t keep the grin from your lips now as Bucky hurries to catch up with you, his brow now in a deep set frown.

“That’s unkind. That’s hurtful.” He tells you, truly, honestly pouting.

“I’ll have you know my sidekick stuff is extremely interesting.” He continues, sticking his nose up a little now. You shrug.

“Probably, but you didn’t wanna tell me about it so…” You spin to face him as you speak, stopping on your apartment buildings stoop.

Bucky still pouts as you blindly buzz yourself in, taking towards the stairs right away. Bucky follows, and you realise a little too late that he never usually came inside with you. He’d usually hand over your things at the door. Truthfully, as dismissive as you were being, you were actually rather glad he’d shown up, and you weren’t quite ready yet to part ways.

The rest of the climb to your floor is filled with Bucky huffing about how cool his job was, and you internally wondering if it was too weird to invite him inside. Your fear of the man had all but evaporated, despite the frequent dreams you’d been having, but you wonder if letting him into your home would change that.

Your apartment was your sanctuary. You had escape routes mapped just in case, you’d organised your things so that there was always some kind of makeshift weapon available to you in every room… considering these plans were made with his last break-in in mind, you’re not sure how your subconscious might react to having him physically within your space again.

You act as natural as possible, and when you do reach your door, you force yourself to steady your hand as you unlock it. Bucky had stopped even his playful whining, and you know he isn’t ignorant to the current situation.

Stepping inside, you hold your door open with your hip and casually jerk your head in the direction of your kitchen.

“That can just go on the counter.” You say, cursing the slight shake in your words. You continue ahead of him quickly, even as you hear your door close shut behind you, depositing your purse and coat on the sofa.

Bucky does as you say, and you turn in time to see him step back from the countertop, his eyes darting around the space quickly.

A different kind of anxiety rolls over you then, and you regret having not tidied up a little before inviting him inside.

“It’s a little messy…” You apologise, sweeping some dust from the nearest surface and scrunching your nose. Bucky blinks at you and frowns, opening his mouth, but you accidentally cut him off as another thought hits you.

“And I’m sorry about the cold… The window keeps breaking.” You gesture to the main window in your living space, rolling your eyes a little.

Bucky’s face morphs into a frown as he looks past you to the window in question, a plastic bag duct taped over a portion.

“Your windows broken?” He asks, concern filling his voice.

“It keeps happening. My landlord employs the cheapest handyman in the city, I swear to god…” You roll your eyes again and try to brush it off with a laugh, but Bucky’s face doesn’t change, even as he looks back to you.

“It’s the middle of winter.” He states, and then before you can reply, he straightens, his frown of displeasure shifting into one of determination.

“I’ll fix it.”

---

Bucky replays the clips on his phone one last time, making sure he properly understood the instruction, before he moves to copy it.

A short trip to the hardware store later, he’s back in your apartment, sat awkwardly on your windowpane as he finishes up replacing the lower piece of glass. He’d made sure the piece he’d bought was hardy, and unlikely to cause you future problems. He can’t imagine how cold it would have gotten in your place with a broken window, and tries not to scowl.

You linger nearby, having put your groceries away and offered him coffee, you now sit on your couch pretending that you weren’t watching him.

He doesn’t blame you for eyeing him just as nervously as you had on his first few visits with you. Seeing each other out and about was one thing, but he doesn’t underestimate the amount of trust you were showing in allowing him into your home. Hell, he doesn’t even think he’d be extending such liberties if he were you.

But he’s glad for it, if not only for selfish reasons.

It was easy for Bucky to pretend he didn’t know your status to one another. He’d ignored the little black mark long enough, ignored the urge to seek you out (before he knew you were you) so it really wasn’t that different for him. The only problem, and it wasn’t really a problem just yet, was that Bucky liked you.

He liked your jokes and your sass, he liked the way your expressions spoke louder than your words ever could, and how you didn’t even seem to realise you were making them half the time. He liked that you always seemed to have something interesting to add to a conversation, even on topics he wouldn’t have thought had much interest.

You were smart, and funny and cynical in all the same ways as him, and Bucky liked spending time with you. If he didn’t think it would make you uncomfortable, he’d hang around you a lot more.

Being friends with you was easy, in the same way that being friends with Sam was easy. He didn’t have to hold back certain information, or pretend he was something he wasn’t. You knew everything already, and for some reason, had decided you were okay with him sticking around.

“Do you think you’re going to find your soulmate?”

The question nearly makes him jump, as if you’d been looking right into his thoughts.

Bucky stops what he’s doing briefly and looks up at you. Your lips are pursed and your eyes move from his exposed wrist to his face. He coaches his face into what he might consider normal if the situation were different, and hums.

“Why wouldn’t I?” He clears his throat, and watches you shift your position on the couch, tucking your feet underneath you.

“I don’t know. It’s not really something I have to consider, so I guess I was just thinking about our situations… How it would feel.” You frown as you speak, and Bucky already knows you’re unsatisfied with how you’d answered. He stops completely and faces you, giving you his full attention.

“What do you mean?” He prompts. You think for a moment.

“I guess I just don’t know if I would.” You state, still frowning, though this time for an entirely different reason. Bucky feels something in his chest tighten.

“I don’t know. I’m not exactly the most normal person in the world… and I know your soulmate is supposed to be your perfect half, but there’s still choice involved, right? Not everyone chooses to be with their soulmate in the end…” Your eyes turn down to your lap, where you fiddle with your fingers nervously.

“I’m just not sure they’d want me.”

Bucky’s stomach drops at your confession, something an awful lot like hurt shooting through him.

He wants to hurry and reassure you that you were wrong, that you didn’t have to worry, but he stops himself.

He reminds himself that your fears were his own, only he knew for a fact the answer.

“I don’t think you should spend your time worrying about that.” He says carefully. You stop fidgeting and look up at him. He swallows thickly.

“Your soulmate will want you, regardless of if you’re the most normal person in the world or not. And if they’re worried about your past, or the way it affects you now, then they probably don’t deserve you anyway.”

Bucky shrugs, and tears his eyes from yours to continue in his task, but stays fully aware that your gaze remains trained on him.

“If you found them, I’m sure they would want you.” He adds, almost anxiously, his mind buzzing with a million thoughts.

From the couch, you let out a short laugh, the tension in the room lifting a little. He spares a glance at you, unable to to stop the smile that creeps onto his face at the sight of your own.

“What?” He asks, and you shake your head.

“Just never took the Winter Soldier for a romantic.” You tease, making him roll his eyes.

Bucky puts the last touches on your new and improved window and takes a step back.

“Would it shock you to learn HYDRA didn’t count it as a useful skill?”

If you like and enjoy, a comment or a reblog would be greatly appreciated!

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MCU Loki: Why I fear they failed to deliver what they promised

At this point I’m kind of confused by who the “Loki” series is trying to reach or which is the goal/message they’re trying to pass along.

They had tried to intrigue assorted audience but, if you ask me, the series has often failed to deliver what it seemed to promise.

Of course I might be wrong. Or maybe I'm not seeing another type of audience the series aimed and managed to reach.

When the series started I wanted to keep a positive mentality and hope whatever seemed not to work would be fixed along the way or have a reason for existing that I just wasn't seeing because I hadn't seen the full story yet.

However, after 5 episodes I'm starting to lose hope the series will make a genuine effort to reach the fans at whom it seemed to aim.

PART 1 – “LOKI” IS NOT FOR THE OLD FANS WHO PRODUCED META SHOWING HOW HIS TRAUMA DAMAGED HIM

"I think it's the struggle with identity, who you are, who you want to be. I'm really drawn to characters who are fighting for control. Certainly you see that with Loki over the first 10 years of movies, he's out of control at pivotal parts of his life, he was adopted and everything and that manifest itself through anger and spite towards his family." [Loki's Struggle With His Identity Confirmed To Be A Focus Of His Disney+ Series]

What was it about Loki as a character that attracted you? He’s just fun, for one. He has a very playful sense of humor about him. I like how he never quite lets you know what he’s thinking. Beyond that, what I connect to about him is the same thing the legions of fans do, which is his humanity and his vulnerability. This is a guy who—yes, on the one hand, he was the prince of Asgard, seems like a nice life—but his father, in fact, killed his actual birth father, adopted him, lied to him about his heritage and parentage his entire life, he was forced to live in the shadow of his oafish older brother who was born to be king. He’s experienced a lot of trauma, and I think that what he’s looking for is just a little bit of control over his life. Which he feels like maybe he’s never quite had. That’s something I think we can all relate with. [From Loki to Doctor Strange and Star Wars, Michael Waldron Is the New Franchise Whisperer]

Let’s be honest, the audience for the “Loki” series is not really meant to be Marvel movies old time fans who enjoyed “Thor” and “The Avengers”, made countless Meta analyzing Loki’s behaviour and who wanted answers about what happened to Loki prior to “The Avengers” or wanted to see Loki’s family terrible dynamics be discussed, or at least to see explored the wrong dynamics of Loki’s interracial adoption (he’s taken away from his planet, the truth is hidden from him, his look is changed to disguise him as an Asgardian, nothing is done against the racial hate for the Jotuns at which Loki is exposed, even witnessing it from his brother) or talk how much in control of himself Loki was during “The Avengers” (okay, the web said the sceptre manipulated Loki, but what about acknowledging that in his own series? It doesn’t have to come from Loki who had no idea he was manipulated but someone could mention ‘think yourself lucky here the stones don’t work, they’ve the nasty tendency to manipulate people’).

The series has avoided digging into all that as much as they could.

Even when Loki talks with Sylvie, the most we get is a small big about how Frigga was awesome in his eyes and taught him magic, but this isn’t meant to explain any of the issues Loki had with his family, it just make Sylvie feel bad because she can’t remember her adoptive mother, as for the D.B. Cooper born out of a bet with Thor, yeah, fun but completely random. What’s meant to be the message about family dynamics here, that it was the bets between Thor and Loki that caused Loki to decide to conquer Earth? Or what about the Sif loop? Is it there to push on Loki the blame of his poor relation with Sif?

No, clearly not.

In regard to Loki the Frigga flashback is there to remark he had a loving and supportive family while the other two are there to have Loki admit he is ‘a mischievous scamp’, ‘a horrible person’ and ‘a narcissist’.

To put it in Classic Loki’s words: ‘Damn it! Animals, animals! We lie and we cheat, we cut the throat of every person who trusts us, and for what? Power. Glorious power. Glorious purpose! We cannot change. We're broken, every version of us. Forever. And whenever one of us dares try to fix themselves, they're sent here to die.’

In short it’s all Loki’s fault if he does bad, nothing happened to him that could have messed him up, he’s just a horrible person… however…

PART 2 – “LOKI” IS NOT FOR THE OLD AND NEW FANS WHO BELIEVED LOKI TO BE A DANGEROUS, EVIL, PSYCHOPATH VILLAIN EITHER

"Loki is an a**, and that makes my life as a writer, easy." ... "Due to the trauma in Loki’s life, I would even [accept a story] in which he is committed to being all bad." [Michael Waldron on Loki: He’s an a**. That makes things easy]

Considering the series is trying to pin SOLELY on Loki his wrongdoing, completely skipping the toxic way in which he was raised you might think they want to paint him as an evil, psychopath who was just born bad.

But no, that’s not the intention, we see it from the start.

Loki is given a quick briefing on how his beloved family loved him despite him hurting them, a briefing that contains false information which would work if we accept the briefing as manipulative but, at this point I’m not so sure that was the author’s intent. The Doylist purpose of the briefing is clearly to show the audience how Loki cares for his family, how he still has feelings, feels pain at the idea Frigga and Odin died and wish to make up with his brother.

It’s not just they loved him and did nothing wrong toward him, it’s also he who loved them and didn’t mean to harm them. That’s why we’re fed that damn discourse about Loki sending the Dark Elves to kill Frigga, because the series wants to remark that no, Loki didn’t want to kill his family, he loved them.

Tom Hiddleston used to say what Loki is came from a place of pain but the series didn’t explore that place of pain… it just gave him more pain and not just in episode 1. Episode 2 has him discovering Asgard is destroyed, episode 3 has him remembering Frigga, episode 4 shows him believing Sylvie die and watching Mobius being pruned. He doesn’t cry in Ep 5, episode 5 wants us to truly feel bad for Sylvie, not for him, but there’s a lot of bitterness from Classic Loki who commits a heroic suicide so you might say we get a sad Loki anyway.

And this also works as a shock to make him change his mind about his ‘glorious purposes’. Sorta, with Thor reminding us he’s not so bad and Loki explaining his behaviour as “I don't enjoy hurting people. I... I don't enjoy it. I do it because I have to, because I've had to. Because it's part of the illusion. It's the cruel, elaborate trick conjured by the weak to inspire fear.”

Plot-wise, this is completely useless.

The show will prove Sylvie is not Loki and has completely different motivations and Mobius, being an expert in Variants, should know.

What’s more why would Mobius care if Loki enjoys hurting people or not?

His goal is to capture Sylvie with Loki’s help. The most he should care about is how to keep Loki loyal to him, not if Loki has fun hurting people or not which, in fact, is a knowledge that won’t be used in his investigation.

No, this is here for the viewers, to tell them Loki isn’t a sadistic, evil villain, he’s someone weak who tries to scare others so as not to look weak. As Mobius will put in ‘a scared little boy, shivering in the cold’ who has an ‘insecure need for validation’.

What’s more?

The show will try his hardest to establish he’s not even competent.

Let’s talk of him as a fighter.

In the movies Loki is a competent fighter and side material establish he’s pretty strong, definitely much more than a human.

In “The Avengers” we see Captain America needs Iron Man’s help to beat him and, anyway, Loki’s plan was to be captured. Loki manages to walk away on his feet when Coulson hits him with that superspecial weapon and it’ll take him to be Hulk smashed after a fight with Thor and a meeting with an explosive arrow of Hawkeye before he can’t fight any longer.

This doesn’t happen in the “Loki” series.

Loki gets beaten up by various people in 4 episodes, preferably women (B-15, the people possessed by Sylvie, the guards on the train, Sif). You might say in episode 5 he’s not but actually Classic Loki is the one who gets swallowed by Alioth and our Loki instead survives because he has Sylvie supporting him as, on his own he couldn’t even distract Alioth.

Let’s talk of him as a wizard.

He can use magic, impressive magic but… it serves him mostly nothing. In the TVA his magic doesn’t work. Outside of it is mostly useless. It doesn’t help win fights. The Tempad he caused to disappear gets broken. To beat Alioth they needs enchantment, not his own magic. What’s more, when they’ve to go on the train his disguise wouldn’t have worked without Sylvie’s enchantment and, if this wasn’t enough, he got drunk, removed the disguise and wasn’t even able to make tickets appear.

Classic Loki too, with his impressive illusions is ultimately a distraction. Alioth tears easily through his illusions which aren’t even solid.

Let’s talk of him as a planner.

All Loki will accomplish is to escape from the Time theatre for a brief period in episode 1 and figure out Sylvie hides in apocalypses in episode 2. The rest of his plans fails or are not plan or are mocked over and not even put into practice.

Let’s talk about him as a manipulator with a silver tongue.

He can’t even persuade Mobius when he’s telling him the truth, Mobius dismisses it as a lie due to ‘cockroach's survival mechanism’.

And psychologically?

He’s just someone who crave attention because he’s a narcissist scared of being alone. Not a psychopath.

Loki is not meant to be a dangerous, evil, psychopath villain in this series, he’s a not serious man, a clown, a scared little boy in need of attention, a narcissist who needs to be loved.

Welcome to cartoon villain Loki, this Loki isn’t the Variant of “The Avengers” Loki, he’s the Variant of “Avengers Assemble”Loki… only he’s even less competent than him.

PART 3 – “LOKI” IS NOT EVEN HERE FOR GENERAL MARVEL MOVIE FANS

"That's a lot of Infinity Stones. That's true but they are useless there in the TVA, so I don't know. Is that gun loaded or not? We'll see..." [Loki Writer Comments On Whether TVA’s Infinity Stones Will Return In MCU]

“We had to create an insane institutional knowledge of how time travel would work within the TVA so the audience never has to think about it again. It was a lot of drawings of squiggly timelines.” Marvel already made its case for how time travel works in Avengers: Endgame, but that, Waldron points out, “is the way the Avengers understand it.” With a TV show it’s a little different. “I was always very acutely aware of the fact that there’s a week between each of our episodes and these fans are going to do exactly what I would do, which is pick this apart. We wanted to create a time-travel logic that was so airtight it could sustain over six hours. There’s some time-travel sci-fi concepts here that I’m eager for my Rick and Morty colleagues to see.” [How the Man Behind LokiIs Shaping Marvel’s Phase 4 and Beyond]

BC: The TVA is there to clean everybody up? MW: Yeah, Avengers: Endgame… that's how The Avengers understand time travel. 'Loki,' episode one, is how the TVA explains time travel to Loki and we're certainly building on what's come before us. [Loki: Michael Waldron On Gender Fluidity, Mephisto, Time Travel & More]

It’s true “Loki” is focusing on a new corner of the MCU but it interconnects very poorly with the movies before it.

Although Loki escaped with the Tesseract... it just dismisses completely the Infinity Stones.

Despite talking a lot about timelines and creating branching realities it waved away the whole plot of "Avengers: Endgame" as apparently supposed to happen even though it should have created branching realities.

We see Renslayer wave away how the Avengers went in the past causing the Tesseract to end up in Loki’s hands... and all the other things the Avengers did that affected the past goes unmentioned.

Bruce meeting the Ancient, Thor meeting his mother and taking away Thor’s hammer, Rocket being seen as he steals the reality stone from Jane, Tony stealing a suitcase and damaging the place in which the Tesseract was kept then meeting Howard Stark, 4 flacons of Pyn particles missing, an alarm given to the military bases, how Steve managed to bring back the sceptre if that timeline was pruned, how a timeline handled being without Thanos and Co as they went in the future or how they clearly didn’t bring the orb back the second they took it as Nebula remained unconscious there and nobody came and when she woke up Thanos could get her. It didn’t even explain why Steve remaining with Peggy didn’t change anything.

It's not that the audience has all explained... it's that they were told to dismiss it as 'meant to happen' and that was it.

What's more, the TVA apparently didn't list a finger to stop 2014 Thanos from going in the future and causing Tony Stark's death.

As if this wasn't enough, “Loki” just skips any possible connection with the movies, even hands Loki false information about them (he lead the Dark Elves to his mother when Loki had no idea the Kurse was a Dark Elf and they would have found her anyway as they were searching for the Aether which Malekith could sense, he’s born solely to cause pain and suffering and death, overlooks how he saved Jane twice or helped the Asgardian escape Hela) and never discusses them again.

Even with Classic Loki, who’s a Variant of “Avengers: Infinity War” Loki, they don’t talk about what happened after Loki’s supposed dead, apparently hinting it was better if he died, nor explain how Loki knew Thor survived.

PART 4 – “LOKI” IS NOT REALLY OFFERING A GOOD REPRESENTATION FOR FEMALES EVEN THOUGH IT CLEARLY AIMS AT FEMALE AUDIENCE

Let’s make a quick experiment.

Everyone, let’s name all the characters we remember which appeared in more than 1 episode of “Loki” for more than one minute.

We’ve, of course, Loki, Mobius, B-15, Renslayer, Sylvie, C-20 and Miss Minute.

5 females versus 2 males.

What’s more, females are not sexualized, they remains completely dressed, they’re clearly not there to attract male gazes, they’re represented as strong, dangerous, in control, something archived often by showing them beating males either physically or intellectually or in rank.

It seems promising. At first.

Is there someone who’s sexualized?

The “Loki” series takes care to offer us Tom Hiddleston naked.

So since there’s an abundance of females in the cast and Tom Hiddleston is shown naked is it aiming at a female audience?

Very, very likely but… but how’s then handled all this?

When Loki is seen undressed he’s not in a situation of power, like Thor who’s twice shows half naked in his movies but because he’s changing/washing and perfectly comfortable in showing his body and once in a situation which could be a male forbidden fantasy, to have many women massage your naked body, no, he’s shown as he’s powerless while being stripped by a machine. Clearly not a male power fantasy, more like a male nightmare.

And, in a totally not surprising way, pictures of this scene were spread by many female fans because it was aimed at them… though a part of them, was also honestly appalled at seeing this scene in contest, finding the forced stripping humiliating and degrading.

Sure, a naked Tom Hiddleston makes a nice eye-candy but this wasn’t how Loki’s many fans wanted to see Loki naked.

But let’s talk of female representation here, since the show seems to be interested in female audience… only who even though this was the representation women wanted doesn’t understand much of women representation in the first place.

Why?

For start because women here are all the same type of woman.

Strong fighters who’re in control and confident, with no real characterization beyond this to speak of despite the large amount of screen time.

Renslayer is an ex-hunter who can fight one on one against Sylvie and who clearly has the position of power she has because she was good as a hunter and shows her abilities in fighting after that Sylvie had beaten 2 guards at the same time. B-15 is introduced by beating Loki and is the commander of a squad. C-20 is another commander and, albeit possessed, can dispose of a part of her squad members.

Do I need to spend words on how Sylvie is depicted as this awesome fighter who has learnt to fight by herself, can keep at bay more than 1 Minuteman, can use a sword, has learnt enchantment on her own and is feared by all the TVA? Do I?

And it’s awesome to have women who are strong fighters in positions of command/power/control… but why women has to be represented as just that?

Even when they add a female as an one episode cameo, it's Sif, beating the hell out of Loki. And what about the Lady in Lamentis 1 who was too old to be strong but managed to blast away both Loki and Sylvie seeing through their deceptions?

Even the harmless Miss Minute can avoid being hit by Loki and gets she has to pretend to do researches to stall Sylvie and save Renslayer.

Women kick asses here… but that’s all they’re good for.

And so we get to Sylvie, who is the superior Loki Variant… because she’s female.

Kid Loki: You're different. Why? Loki: No, I'm not, you see? I'm the same, really. I'm the same as all of you. Have any of you met a woman Variant of us? Classic Loki: Sounds terrifying. Loki: Oh, she is. But that's kind of what's great about her. She's different. She's not trying to take over the TVA, she's trying to take it down. And she needs me. Now, you said Alioth is what keeps us here. You said it's a living thing. You said it's a shark. Well, if it lives, it dies. So I'm gonna kill the shark. I'm gonna kill Alioth, and I could use all the help I can get.

That’s what Loki preaches to his fellow Lokis who think a woman Loki would be terrific.

I mean, they’ve an alligator Loki, a POC Loki, but the one who has to be different is the female Loki. Because being female is a character trait.

Mobius: Okay. I feel like I'm always looking up to you. I like it. It's appropriate. [Ep 1]

Basically females in the “Loki” series are all representation of the Action girl trope and aren’t even different representation of said trope. I mean, “The Avengers” have 5 actions boy who’re clearly as different as they could be. Girls can be represented as different too, if they really aim at young audience they can take good old “Sailor Moon” as an example. 5 action girls who are strong and determinate AND DIFFERENT, more than just someone who kicks the adversary away.

And it’s not like they don’t know how to characterize people in a different way.

Mobius is an analyst who shows sympathetic traits toward the Variants and a certain level or intelligence. U-92 and D-90 are hunters who are shown to held Variants in little regard (U-92 wanted to attack the boy they found in the church, D-90 mistreated the scared people in the shelter). Casey is an harmless and naïve guy who had never seen a fish. The guy who made Loki sign the papers about what he said seemed emotionless but he clearly loved cats as not only he had one but on his cup there was also the image of a cat. Martin is clearly a bossy daddy’s son, who think too high of himself to the point he can’t respect rules. The boy in the church, despite thinking Sylvie was a demon, accepted and ate food she gave him and remained in the place despite the crime. He’s clearly more brave than he looked like but he’s also naïve as he easily trusted ‘the demon’ and Mobius.

What’s C-20 character trait when she gets described by Sylvie?

Sylvie: Yeah. She was just a regular person on Earth. Loki: A regular person? Sylvie: Loved margaritas.

She’s a regular person who loves margaritas. Liking a drink is not a character trait!

There’s a more diverse female representation in “Thor” than in “Loki”.

In “Thor” we’ve Frigga, queen of Asgard, loving mother and wife who’s powerless to erase Thor’s banishment. We’ve Sif, a dangerous and loyal warrior. We’ve Jane, the amazing scientist with a lot of enthusiasm. We’ve Darcy, who’s funny and who seems focused mostly on herself but who, when the city is attacked, worried to save all the animals at the pet store.

But maybe the one who gets the worst treatment is the supposed heroine, Sylvie, because the poor girl is turned into a Mary Sue.

In case someone isn’t familiar with the term:

“The prototypical Mary Sue is an original female character in a fanfic who obviously serves as an idealized version of the author mainly for the purpose of Wish Fulfillment. She's exotically beautiful, often having an unusual hair or eye colour, and has a similarly cool and exotic name. She's exceptionally talented in an implausibly wide variety of areas, and may possess skills that are rare or nonexistent in the canon setting. She also lacks any realistic, or at least story-relevant, character flaws — either that or her "flaws" are obviously meant to be endearing. She has an unusual and dramatic Back Story. The canon protagonists are all overwhelmed with admiration for her beauty, wit, courage and other virtues, and are quick to adopt her as one of their True Companions, even characters who are usually antisocial and untrusting; if any character doesn't love her, that character gets an extremely unsympathetic portrayal. She has some sort of especially close relationship to the author's favourite canon character — their love interest, illegitimate child, never-before-mentioned sister, etc. Other than that, the canon characters are quickly reduced to awestruck cheerleaders, watching from the sidelines as Mary Sue outstrips them in their areas of expertise and solves problems that have stymied them for the entire series.” [tvtropes.org]

So let’s see how she fits this checklist:

1) She's exotically beautiful, often having an unusual hair or eye colour: Sylvie painted her hair blonde even though the Lokis are supposed to be black haired

2) has a similarly cool and exotic name: She is the only Loki Variant who has changed her name from Loki to Sylvie.

3) She's exceptionally talented in an implausibly wide variety of areas, and may possess skills that are rare or nonexistent in the canon setting: Awesome at fighting she can enchant people, an ability the Lokis don’t posses, that she magically learnt on her own and that is necessary in the story. Also she figured out how a Tempad worked BEFOREseeing it in action.

4) She also lacks any realistic, or at least story-relevant, character flaws — either that or her "flaws" are obviously meant to be endearing: No flaws, all her plans involve fighting and brute force is no substitute for diplomacy and guile, which could be a flaw… if it wasn’t for the fact that the series will prove Sylvie can plan just fine without using fighting and brute strength and also be successful at it.

5) She has an unusual and dramatic Back Story: She was taken by the TVA when she was younger than Kid Loki but managed to escape them and had to live alone and on the run till then.

6) The canon protagonists are all overwhelmed with admiration for her beauty, wit, courage and other virtues, and are quick to adopt her as one of their True Companions, even characters who are usually antisocial and untrusting: Loki, who has never loved anyone, falls for her, Mobius saves her and apologizes to her, B-15, who used to look down at Variants, basically asks her what should they do and is shown admiring her, the Lokis don’t criticize her plan, Classic Loki dies to save her, everyone views her as the superior Loki Variant.

7) if any character doesn't love her, that character gets an extremely unsympathetic portrayal: Renslayer, the hunter who has arrested her, is currently playing the part of the antagonist who’s fascist and believes in a murderous, lying cult.

8) She has some sort of especially close relationship to the author's favourite canon character — their love interest, illegitimate child, never-before-mentioned sister, etc.: She’s the Variant and love interest of the titular character.

9) Other than that, the canon characters are quickly reduced to awestruck cheerleaders, watching from the sidelines as Mary Sue outstrips them in their areas of expertise and solves problems that have stymied them for the entire series: Loki, the title character, has conveniently been turned into someone who’s a weak fighter and incapable of planning which Sylvie has to save by enchanting guards or giving him her sword or pruning herself or teaching him how to enchant and coming up with all the plans.

Now all she needs in order to be a perfect Mary Sue is to know how to sing well as Mary Sue usually do this as well, though I’m sure she can do it because Loki could so she surely can.

Sylvie is amazing, Loki himself said so:

Loki: No. We may lose. Sometimes painfully. But we don't die. We survive. I mean, you did. You were just a child when the TVA took you, but you nearly took down the organization that claims to govern the order of time. You did it on your own. You ran rings around them. You're amazing!

There’s nothing inherently wrong in having a new female character who’s competent, for whom the hero falls and who changes him… if all this is built around a solid plot.

Think at “Iron Man”.

Tony Stark is, to quote Tony Stark himself a “genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist”.

It’s amazing, isn’t it? But the movie shows us why he’s that.

It spends time setting up his pedigree, how he inherited the money and intelligence from his father, how he was supported as he grew and studied becoming always a greater genius. Tony shows himself to be charming before seducing his first woman onscreen so that when he does it makes sense. His philanthropic activities are, at first, just mentioned but seems rooted in how his father was a hero who helped fighting Nazi and then they became his mission. He felt guilty he was a merchant of death and tried to make up for it.

Sylvie too could have a solid plot behind herself.

Instead than magically knowing what a TemPad does and how it works and managing to escape with it, she could have escaped with, let’s say, a hunter that discovered the truth and decided to rebel to the TVA or just had pity of her. Maybe another Mobius Variant who used to work at the TVA prior to Mobius and that, instead than an analyst was a hunter. She might have learnt fighting from him and then he too died and she was left alone.

Enchantment might have been an ability she might have learnt coming in contact with a mind stone. It could have been an occasion also to talk how mind stones can influence people negatively. Or it could have been taught to her by Frigga who, with a female daughter, decided to teach her a different type of magic than Loki.

Her past could have been explored more instead than being tragic for the sake of tragic. We might have seen her fall in love and either be betrayed or have to say goodbye to her loved one because that reality got pruned. We might have seen her being interested in males and females alike as she’s supposed to be interested in both.

She could have had discussions with Loki that weren’t just about Frigga or about how the TVA kidnapped her from Asgard, she escaped and from that point on she was always on the run, or about how love didn’t feel real, but more about how they were, how they felt, what hurt them and what made them happy, what they liked and what they disliked, their ideals and their fears, things that can built up a relation.

Loki basically fall for her because she’s on a mission for revenge instead than power and seems confident. That’s his reasoning.

She falls for Loki… because apparently he’s the person who spend time with her who praised her. That’s not a solid love story, that’s desperation.

SYlvie could have flaws, she could have learnt diplomacy or persuasion from Loki or could have something she lacks and Loki has so that they would complete each other.

And since the purpose was to have Sylvie and Loki fall for each other… they could have let Loki have characteristics that can motivate the exceptional heroine to fall in love for him PRIOR to him falling in love for her. He might be shown good at something, instead than just a clown.

Even if we say the real purpose of this series was to turn Sylvie into the protagonist, the heroine, a good Loki character was still needed to explain why this awesome girl would fall for him.

So okay, there will surely still be women who can see themselves in Sylvie and imagine they got Loki… and it’s not bad really… but I think we deserved more.

Long story short, yes, “Loki” has many females in its cast and this is meant to draw the female audience… but the representation is poor as almost all of the females have no character traits and Sylvie is just a Mary Sue with no realistic characterization.

A good female representation is diverse and solid. Women don't need to be born irrealistically perfect out of nothing to be good, they can inherith and grow and learn to be as such like any human being.

Last but not least…

PART 5 – DOES “LOKI” REALLY OFFERS REPRESENTATION TO THE LGBT COMMUNITY?

BC: There is a lot of talk on social media about Loki being gender fluid. Wouldn't that actually be a natural fit for the character? MW: Yeah, I guess as, with all questions pertaining to that stuff, I think those answers, truly, are best experienced in the watching of the show, as opposed to me trying to answer them. Because it's just watching it and the way that's addressed and everything will just be more fulfilling. BC: Why do you think it's important that Loki is gender fluid? MW: I think that Loki is a character that a lot of fans see representation in. People that haven't felt represented before, and they see themselves in Loki and everything. So we want to do justice to the character, to who the character is in the comics and in Norse mythology as well. And you also … you know you want folks to feel represented, and everything. That's why it's important. It always has been. It comes from everybody on the creative team. [Loki: Michael Waldron On Gender Fluidity, Mephisto, Time Travel & More]

The series hugely spread the info that this Loki would be fluid and Bisexual. The news were welcomed with delight and it’s awesome how the series didn’t hesitate to put it on paper.

Loki being fluid was written for everyone to see, and Loki having male and female interests was spelled out for everyone to hear.

IT’S A GREAT THING!

However…

It’s all we got.

It had no relevance into the plot whatsoever, it’s just a random info we’re given.

Him being fluid was on a paper along with his other data like eye colour and birth planet.

Him being interested in males and females seems to be put there just to imply he tried a large amount of people before deciding love didn’t feel real.

Assuming the other Lokis too were fluid, they actually found terrific the idea of a woman Loki in a not positive way. They weren’t interested or asking for clarifications about what Loki meant.

Loki’s bisexuality doesn’t even get a side story, them sending Fandral to beat Loki instead than Sif because Loki cheated on him or something. I’m not upset Loki ended up with a female, this is one of the possibilities of a Bisexual person. I’m upset that this was used merely to attract the audience but then wasn’t explored. They could have said Asgard was open minded with it, or disapproved it so Loki had to keep it hidden, or it could have been Sylvie who discussed some experience in that regard.

We were told over and over it was a show about identity. We expected it to be explored instead we were just told ‘ah, by the way, Loki is bisexual, let’s move on.’ And that was all.

Having representation from an important Marvel character is always important, especially considering the shortage of representation. But honestly I expected more.

PART 7 – TO SUM IT UP

Many of the people who worked in “Loki” are fantastic actors. They worked hard for this series, I can see they tried their best.

The premises for the “Loki” series are interesting.

We get a Loki who hadn’t experienced most of what happened in the movies yet, we make him confront with someone who knows his life, the one he lived and the one he was meant to live and we also make him confront with Variations of himself.

Loki has the Tesseract and the TVA has plenty of infinity stones, we could explore them.

The TVA itself have a fascist organization that dictates people’s lives and murders whoever tries to do differently, that goes so far as to brainwash the people working in it, which mistreats and belittle the Variants and establish a manipulative cult around the Time-Keeper with elements of police brutality which could be very actual.

Time travelling was the plot of "Avengers: Endgame" they could have tied the movie to the series, esplore the why some time travels were allowed and some weren't or their effects.

There were references to plenty of awesome comics they could take inspiration from.

But unless it redeems itself with the last episode… well, so far it’s failing to deliver what it promised due to a really poor plot which doesn’t give the characters a chance to be themselves or to be characterized as they’ve no real story nor real differences to speak of.

They’re given more time than a movie as they’re a series… but that’s no good excuse for wasting said time.

I’m still hoping the last episode will be spectacular, that it’ll manage to erase the messes of the other 5… but, as of now I’m disappointed.

I’ll just keep my fingers crossed and hope they’ll surprise me.

#mcu loki #loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #9 worlds study

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Prey for You | Part 3

Genre: Smut, angst

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary:  You stay away from Chan after the night you stay at his place You stay away from his friends too. He doesn’t stay away though, coming over to your place uninvited like he had any right to. 

Warnings: enemies to lovers, dom!reader, sub!chan, wolf!hybrid chan, fox!hybrid reader, edging, degradation, cum play and breeding kink, lots and lots of puppy/dog/mutt, really unheathly dynamics, chan begs for sex and has to be good to earn it

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 Part 5, Part 6

"How did you know where I live?"

 "I asked Hyunjin." He shrugs, pushing past you into your house. He looks around, sizing up the place and you know it’s not to his liking, even without the unimpressed frown on his face. 

"Wait, you asked your friend where I live? What if he figures out that Saint Chan likes slumming it down with the dirty fox?"

"It's not like that." He turns to you with frustration, "I just don't see a benefit to involving people in--"

"I don't care." You cut him off coldly and he clams up, looking like a kicked puppy. "What do you want?" 

He comes close to you, wrapping his arms around your waist as if it was his place. "Missed you." He mumbles and tries to kiss you, but you push him back. 

"Missed my pussy, you mean." 

"Same thing. It’s not like you expect me to woo you." He says irritably, and he's right. You don’t expect him to come over with flowers and chocolate, begging for you to forgive him. But the dismissive way he says it--like you're not someone to woo--stings at you. 

“I didn’t say you can be here.”

“But I’ve been horny.” He whines, and you snap at him, "So go fuck your bitches. I'm sure they'll be happy to choke on your cock."

“But it’s not as good without your shrill voice calling me a dog.” He bites back, grabbing your jaw and pulling it close so your faces are inches apart. "Come on wasn't I good to you? Didn't I take care of you?" 

"Is that why you did it? So I'd let you put your dick inside me again?"

"No, I was being a gentleman, but I guess you don’t know what that’s like because you’ve always been a mean bitch."

"Wow, I’m swooning." You deadpan, and try to get out of his embrace but he just holds you tighter. “Well, you don’t like it when I’m nice and you don’t like it when I’m mean. What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to fuck off.”

“Don’t lie. I can smell you.”

Damn him and his insane sense of smell. And damn your body and its constant betrayal. “That’s because I’m imagining slapping you across the face.”

“Is that what you want?” He asks seriously, “Because I’ll let you do it.” 

"You're pathetic."

“Just let me have you, baby. Come on, you want to be filled up. You can grab my hair and call me all the names you want. You can do anything you want to me. Just need your pussy."

Fuck.

You consider his words. He seems to really mean them, the wolf looking so desperate and needy, and you realize that this is your chance to have him completely under your control. 

“You’ll be good.” You state. It’s not a question, and he quickly nods.

“You’ll be obedient.” 

The muscle in his jaw jumps but he nods again. “I’ll be your good, obedient boy.”

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"Can I cum?"

"No." You retort like he was asking a dumb question, because he was. It wasn’t the first time he’d asked you that, and like each time before it, the answer is obviously No.

“Please.” He squirms, hips bucking up as he thrusts his dick in your hands. 

“No.” You put your hands on each of his thighs and push them down and out. “And keeps your legs open.”  

He whimpers, struggling to remain how you like him, but you know it’s just a matter of time before he starts thrusting up in your hand again. “Why are you teasing me like this?” 

“Because it’s fun.” You grin, moving your hand up and down his dick. "Do you want me to stop?"

He bites his lips but moans flow out of his mouth nonetheless. 

"Chan." You scold, tightening your grip on him which makes him gasp and throw his head back. "I asked you a question." 

"No." He whimpers, legs closing around your hand again. "Yes? I don't know."

You take your hand off of him, tearing a forlorn cry from him, his hips chasing after you. “You need to stop me when you get too excited, and not by closing your legs.” You scold, pinching the meat of his thigh.

"But, baby--" He coaxes sweetly, grabbing your hand and trying to get you to touch him again. “I really, really need it.”

Titling your head to the side, you slip your hand from his grip and reach out to brush your fingers through his hair instead. "I might get the puppy act after all. You are way more tolerable like this." Your hand catches in a knot in his hair and you force your fingers through, making him hiss in pain as his hair is pulled roughly. 

"I don't know what to do. Please don't tease me anymore." 

"I'll do what I fucking please, and you're gonna sit there like an obedient little dog and take it, won't you, baby?" You taunt, your nails raking up his chest and circling his nipples. "You're the one who begged me to fuck you after all."

Rubbing your thumb over his nipple, you let your other hand fall between his legs, starting to jerk him off again. "Look how red your dick is. Would you like me to put it in my mouth, soothe the ache a little?" You purr, kissing his neck.

He likes the sounds of that. "Oh, god, please yes. Want your mouth." 

You hum, kissing down his chest and stopping to pluck his nipple into your mouth, your tongue circling around the bud a few times before you pucker your lips and suck on it, just like you would his cock. Chan cries out and his hips shoot up, but he keeps his legs open just like you wanted. 

Moving lower, you continue pumping his dick as you kiss down his body, but the closer you get to his dick, the louder he gets, impatient moans falling from his lips as his hips buck up as if it would entice you to go faster. You know it’s getting too much for him when the hickey you suck low on his belly makes his dick twitch, and you pull off before he cums. 

"Why? You said you’d blow me." He wails, hips stuttering in vain as his hands reach out to claw at your skin, trying to pull you back. His hand grabs onto your hair and pulls your head down towards his crotch.

You push him to the bed and pin him down with your body. "You ungrateful mutt." You hiss, "Here I am, giving you all my attention and getting nothing in return and yet you're not satisfied.”

You know he could easily throw you off him and for a second you’re scared he will, subbing clearly a challenging new endeavor for him. But the grip he has on your waist is not challenging but imploring as he lays his head back on the pillow. “So come sit on my face.”

Your pussy clenches in need at the pure submission of his. He’s not being provocative, he’s genuinely trying to make it up to you. You turn around and climb up his body so that you’re straddling his mouth and facing his dick so you can still touch him. 

“Alright, puppy, earn it.” You lower yourself down on his face and he immediately puts his mouth to work. You sigh, grabbing his dick and stroking it. "Yeah, that's it, baby." 

Despite his neediness, he is attentive as he eats you out, his tongue gliding deliberately up and down your dripping slit, the vibrations of his moans adding to the wonderful sensations he is eliciting. 

"That's a good dog." You moan, getting a bit distracted as you impatiently rub yourself against his mouth. "You're so good with your mouth. I should put a muzzle on you and only take it off when I want your mouth on my pussy."

He moans loudly at that, his tongue flicking up and pushing inside your hole. 

“Shit!” You gasp, your hand stopping and wrapping tightly around his dick as he starts thrusting his tongue in and out. "You really like that, huh? You won't have to be good to anyone else anymore, only me. Won't that be so much easier, baby boy?" 

Finding it hard to concentrate on jerking him off with his tongue buried in your pussy, you take turns sliding your hands up his dick, your grip tight, and each time your hand glides off his slick head, his hips chase after it, only for you to push them down and grab the base of his dick with your other hand to repeat the motion. 

Soon, even that is too much and he can barely focus on eating you out as his dick flushes and jerks in your hand. You quickly cease your movement and wrap your fist tightly around the base of his cock to staunch his release. He thrusts his hips up, trying to pump his dick in your hand so he can get that final push but your grip is too tight, and you use your other hand to slap his thigh near his dick, making his hips immediately fall back to the bed and killing his orgasm.

“What did I say, dog?” You snarl, digging your nails into his thighs and lifting yourself off his face. “You’re supposed to warn me when you get close.” 

He pulls his knees together, trying to protect his cock but you yank them apart again. “I said keep your legs open, slut.”  

He whines, pulling you down so he can lap at you pussy like a little puppy, and plunges his fingers into you. 

“Shit! That’s it, slut. Forget about your stupid cock and focus on me.” 

Flattening his tongue against your clit, his other hand grabs your ass and moves your body over his face, rubbing your pussy on his tongue and nose. It doesn’t take long for the combined stimulation of his fingers and mouth to throw you over the edge, and your legs shake as you cum, your body falling forward and face nestling against his hip. You bite down on the sensitive skin there as your orgasm racks through you, which only drives Chan more insane. He lightly ruts his hips up, humping the air next to your face. 

"I've been good." His voice is hoarse as he pleads with you. "Please let me cum, baby. You won’t have to do much, just a couple of strokes, that’s all I need."

Regaining your breath, you press your hands to his hips to hold them down and push yourself up. You get off his face and straddle his waist instead, facing him once again. You lower yourself down a little bit, just so your pussy is barely brushing against his cock that stands erect over his belly, and you both shudder. 

"Please." He mumbles quietly, voice broken as you start sliding along his cock, coating it in your arousal. You reach up to cup his face, your thumb wiping your wetness that was coating his lips along his cheek. “You think you’ve earned it, dog?” 

“Yes.” He answers, his impudent hands back on your body, pressing you against him more. “I made you cum, didn’t I? I deserve to cum too.” 

“Wow, just for being so entitled, I might not let you cum at all.” You retort, sitting up again and tearing a whine out of him, his hands digging into your ass. 

“No, no, no.” Suddenly all his confidence leaves him as his hips buck up to make up for the distance you put between you so that his cock is once again sliding between your wet lips.  "Please let me cum….oh please---ah ah---please--" 

“Stay.” You hiss, grabbing his neck and pressing down. But he doesn’t let up. If anything, his thrusts get more frantic as his hands pull at your ass cheeks to more easily access your pussy. He is getting too riled up so you quickly intervene, pulling off of him and slapping his dick, eliciting a shocked cry from him. 

Suddenly, you’re on your back and he’s hovering over you. You try to struggle against him but he easily keeps you down. 

“Fuck, why did you do that?”

“You said I could slap you.” You reply defiantly, a little scared by the large wolf pinning you to the bed. 

“My face! I meant you can slap my face.” He growls, burying his face in your neck. One of his hands nudges your legs apart before he pushes them all the way open with his knees and settles between them, his dick laying heavily on your pussy. “I should fuck you dumb just for that.” 

“No.” You muster up all the force you can put in your tone. "You will do no such thing.” 

“But you’ve played with me enough, don’t you think?” He pants, laving open mouthed kisses against your neck.

“You don’t get to decide that, mutt.” You gasp as his mouth moves to your breasts. “If you won’t be good then you can leave.” 

Whining stubbornly, he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it a few times before he pulls back with pop, leaving your now wet nipple to the cold room air as he falls back to the bed where he was. 

You take a moment to compose yourself, but when you’re over him again, you realize why you’d come so close to being overruled and fucked senseless when his glistening eyes greet yours. It was getting too much for him to bear and he was reaching his limit. You have to end it soon.

Grabbing his hands, you pin them over his head and leaning down to get close to his face. "Are you gonna cry, Channie?" 

He squeezes his eyes shut and bites his lip, holding his breath and refusing to give you what you want. It’s okay, you’ll get it out of him. You grab his dick and sit back, pressing the head of it against your pussy as you start moving it up and down your slit, masturbating yourself with his dick. 

His eyes tear open and he writhes beneath you. "Please, I can't. It's too much. Need to be inside you." His lip trembles, “Please, no one has ever done this to me before. I can't do this anymore. Let me fuck you properly." 

"You're gonna cry because I won't let you put your dick inside me? I knew you were a spoiled little pup but this is just sad." You jeer and he withers under your pitying tone. “I’m sorry. It’s hard.” 

“I know, puppy.” You coo, pushing his cock his cock against his stomach and rubbing your pussy against it. “But you acted out and you don’t get to fuck me anymore. Bad behavior shouldn’t be encouraged.”

“I’m sorry. You just took me by surprise.” He pleads, his hands on your thighs once again. You sigh, not even bothering to remove them. “You disappoint me, mutt.” 

“Please, I’m sorry.”

“Shut up.” You push your fingers inside his mouth, “You cum from this or you don’t cum at all.” 

He pouts but sucks on your fingers nonetheless as you quicken your pace. With your other hand you rub tight circles on his nipple and he chokes on your fingers. “You like when I do that, slut? Are your tits sensitive?” You laugh, sliding up and down his cock easily, aided by how wet you were, and you can see his cock start to leak. 

Chan grabs your wrist and yanks your fingers out of his mouth, strings of saliva falling on his cheek. “You’re the fucking worst.” 

“I know, puppy.” You laugh and grab his face, digging your wet fingers into his cheek. “But you’ll cum for me, won’t you, little doggie? Come on, I want you to do it. Cum all over yourself for me.” 

“Fuck you. Fuck you. F-fuck…” Chan grunts, body stiffening as he cums. Ropes of white shoot from his cock over his abdomen and chest as he pants and writhes. You scoop some of it with your fingers and rub it over his nipple, laughing in delight at his state. 

Eyes red, he asks tightly.  "Can I fuck you now?"

"Didn't you cum already?"

The tears finally fall from his eyes as he shakes his head. "Not enough. Need to cum inside you. Need to fill you up."

You stare him down. "Say you're my dirty little dog"

"I'm your dirty little dog." He repeats automatically. 

"Goood boy." You coo, grabbing his dick and putting it against your entrance. "Who's your master?"

"You are." 

"That's right. I can make a good boy out of you yet." You slowly take him in, taking extra care to not do it too fast or you won’t be able to walk straight for days. You’ve been so drenched though and with his cum and your juices, it’s not too hard to take him. 

You take a deep breath to steel yourself when you bottom out before you pull his hands to your waist. “Go ahead, baby.”

“Thank you.” He breaths, raising your hips up and thrusting into you from underneath frantically, too eager to get his orgasm to take it slow. He won’t last long, and at the angle he’s fucking you, you won’t either. You grab onto his arms as your whole body shakes from the thrusts and your knees buckle.   

“Can I cum inside you?”

“Why should I let you?”

“I need it.” 

“Oh, you need it?” You mock, clenching around him. “Puppy can’t settle down unless he fucks his cum into someone?”

“Yes.” He nods earnestly, not even trying to deny it. “Need to mark you.” 

“You think I’ll be yours if you stuff your cum into my pussy?” You laugh. “Cum inside me then, Channie. Let’s see if you can claim me.”

Your words are clearly mocking but they spur him on nonetheless, his hips fervently jerking up and down so he can give you his load. Helping yourself, you slip a hand between your legs and stroke your clit. It only takes a few brushes for you to clamp down on his dick, milking his cock as you cum. 

“Ahh---yeah, take my cum, baby. Fuck!” Chan cries, emptying himself into you, and you can almost again cum from how he looks under you, furrowed brows framing teary eyes as he concentrates on pushing every last drop into your pussy as if his life depended on it.  “Almost---fuck...ah, baby.” 

His hips stutter to a stop as he lets out a deep breath and falls back to the bed. Your eyes meet each other for a second before he drapes his arm over his face, breathing heavily and trying to collect himself. Despite your dislike of him, you know it would be unfair to let him deal with this on his own, especially since he took good care of you when the roles were reversed. 

Pulling his arm off, you cradle his face and stroke his cheeks until he opens his eyes and looks at you. “Hey, you okay?” 

“Y-eah...yeah!” He shrugs, acting nonchalant

“You did great.” You say awkwardly, the words so foreign on your tongue when they’re directed at him, but they still feel right. He was exceptionally good for you considering it was his first time fully subbing and you didn’t go easy on him.  

“Thanks.” He mumbles sheepishly, not knowing how to act. You understand, it's much easier being the one in charge. It makes you feel in control of the situation, less vulnerable.

“Would you like to take a bath?”

“Not really, I’m beat. You really fucked me up." He laughs. 

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so hard on you."

He shakes his head. "No, it’s okay. I kinda needed that, just to shut off and stop thinking. I'm sorry I couldn't be better.” He breathes, looking you in the eyes. “Me crying doesn't really help your view of me, does it?"

You tilt your head in confusion and he clarifies. "That I'm an impotent, weak predator?"

"Oh," You acknowledge awkwardly. "Isn't that how a sub is supposed to act though?"

"Right." He clips back, lips pressing into a thin line that brings out his right dimple. It’s funny, you didn’t realize they can show up when he’s upset too. 

Clearing your throat, you stand up. "I’ll go get something to clean you up.”

He tilts his head, indicating that he heard you but doesn’t look at you as you leave to grab a towel and some warm water to wipe him off. 

When you come back to the room, you find him almost fully dressed. 

"Hey, where are you going?" You exclaim, putting the towel and bowl of water down and rush towards him. 

"Home." He grunts simply, still not looking at you. 

"But you just said you’re beat."

"And now I’m fine. Would you look at that?" He mutters darkly, pulling his shirt on. 

Disconcerted and not wanting him to leave, you get in his way and put your hands against his chest. “Stay.”

He laughs mirthlessly, "That's not going to work when there is no treat."

“No, don’t do that.” You cup his face in your hands and lean close, looking more deeply into his eyes than you ever had. You hesitate--It’s going to stupid coming from you and he probably won’t even believe it. But you gather your courage and say it anyway. “Stay and I’ll take care of you. You… you can trust me.”

He stares back into your eyes, and you force yourself to keep eye contact. You know he’s looking for a reason to believe you, and that is more than anyone has ever done for you so you let him.

After eons pass for all you could tell, he steps away from you, and your heart falls to your stomach. Of course he wouldn’t trust you. No one ever did so why would he of all people? 

Through your blurry eyes, you could barely see him sit on the bed and lie back down. 

“What, you’re just gonna stand there?” 

You blink. He stayed. 

In a daze, you retrieve the bowl and towel and join him, dipping the towel in the warm water and gently wiping the sweat and cum off his body, still not believing that he’s there. When a small sigh flutters from his lips, your eyes snap to his and you softly ask, “Does that feel better?” 

“Yeah. It’s nice.” He hums, “You’re... nice. I didn’t expect that.”

You snort, the tension leaving your body at the remark. “Don’t get used to it.”

“Too late.” He proclaims, throwing his head back on the pillow and looking at you through squinted eyes. “I’m getting used to it.” 

A smile curls your lips and you quickly lower your face down to hide it behind your hair. 

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"But Mr. Lee, can't you give me one more week?" You ask desperately. "I know but I have no place to go. Please, Mr----son of a bitch!" You scream, throwing the phone on the bed in rage, where it lands near a groggy Chan. 

“Hey, what's wrong?” He asks slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

You’re so angry, you don’t even stop to think who you’re talking to, just exploding with your need to rant. "My fucking landlord is kicking me out." 

"Why?" He sits up, concerned. 

"Because my stupid roommate left to move in with her boyfriend and I haven't been able to find someone else and it’s not like I can foot the whole bill on my own but my landlord doesn’t care because he is a heartless, greedy monster who would eat the devil’s ass for some money so he’s kicking me out to the fucking streets!" 

Chan blinks slowly, absorbing everything you just said. 

"I don't have a roommate." He says, and your blood pressure spikes even higher. "Yeah, I know. Now is not the time to flex on me.”

“No! I just mean... you could come stay with me until you find a place."

His suggestion throws you off so much that you stop worrying for a second and burst out laughing. “Yeah, sure, why not?”

He frowns at your dismissal. “I’m serious.”

"Dude, you hate my guts!”

“I don’t! You hate my guts.” He clarifies, frown deepening when you just shrug.

“Whatever. You know very well I can't afford to pay you rent."

"You won't have to pay a penny." 

You reel back, furious at the implication of his words. “Am I that pathetic to you that you want to give me charity?”

“It’s not charity. It’s helping out a friend.” He counters once again, exasperated. 

“We’re not friends.” You shut him down. 

“Just think about it.” He tries to convince you but you’ll have none of it. “No. I’m not gonna become another one of you philanthropic deeds. Saint Chan rescues dirty fox from the streets? No, thank you.”

"No one has to know.” 

“Why? What do you gain from this?” You screech at him, feeling inadequate and vulnerable. After everything, he still thinks of you as inferior. At least before he afforded you the dignity of not pitying you. 

"Nothing!” He barks back, frustrated. “I literally just want to help you, you stupid bitch." 

“Wow." You scoff, grabbing his clothes and throwing them at him. “Get out of my house.” 

“It won’t be your house much longer.” He sneers back at you, angrily putting on his clothes. “Maybe I should buy it off your landlord and make it a dump. It’s already halfway there.” 

“You fucking bastard.” You scream, pushing him. “Get the fuck out!” 

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A/N:

idiots continuing to be idiots. anyway leave me a message uwu

#chan smut #bangchan smut #stray kids smut #bangchan angst #sub!idol #dom!reader #stray kids angst

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she spoke of him as if she thought he were perfect. then someone else became the very e p i t o m e of perfection.

THE EPITOME [Nerd!Erik x Black Plus Size OC]

Genre: Romance-Drama Warnings: 18+, Explicit Language, Sexual Content

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+1. The Tutor

“Damn it,” I mumbled in disappointment, frowning down at the graded Pre-Calculus assignment my professor had just placed on my desk. The one I was sure I had passed with at least a C. 

Aware of my struggle, my homie Raquel leaned toward me from the next row and I lifted the corner of the paper so she could see. She didn’t speak, we just stared stoically at each other. This had happened so many times now that any shock had long worn off. I could tell she just felt sorry for me at this point. 

It was Fall semester, freshman year, at East Atlantic University and, if this continued, I wouldn't be making it to Spring. I had barely gotten out of Trig in high school and, now, Pre-Calculus was kicking my ass in college. And putting my scholarship on the line. 

“Alright, you guys, don’t run each other over on the way out!” Professor Birrell dismissed the class and most didn't hesitate to start filing out, while others were just starting to pack their bags. I was headed for the door myself, but, before I could get there, he was calling me back. 

I got my girl’s attention right as she hit the exit, “I’ll meet you outside.”

“Aight.” 

She disappeared and I walked back over to my professor seated at his desk. The room was empty and much quieter than it had been just a second earlier, but there was this guy standing near the wall a few feet away. He must've come in while I was packing my things. I had seen him around campus a couple times before, but he wasn't in this class. Trust, I would've noticed and remembered him.  

“Hey,” I spoke softly, phony smile in place. I was far too hurt for it to be genuine. 

“Hi, July. How are you?” 

“I’m ok. You?”

“I’m great, thank you. I just wanted to speak to you really quickly about the grades you’ve been receiving in my class.” 

This was something new for me. In all of my academic career, I had never been pulled to the side to discuss failing grades. It had always been the opposite. But I wasn't above acknowledging my weaknesses, so I went ahead and dropped the act, allowing the dismay to take over my face. Nevertheless, I was still embarrassed. Especially having a bystander watching from the sidelines. “I know. I try so hard, I swear I do. I’m just not getting it. You make it seem so easy here, then I get home and it’s just like…” My words trailed off and it actually described my feelings better than anything I could've said.  

“It’s ok. I want to help you. Because I know you’re a very smart girl, and I don’t want this one course to bring you down.”  

“Oh my God,” I sighed, looking toward the heavens, highly relieved. “Thank you.” 

With that, he turned to the mystery person and beckoned for him to come closer. “This is a former student of mine. His name is Erik. Erik, this is July.” 

I smiled as he walked over, just being cordial. “Hey.” 

“Hey,” he replied, quietly. Then his eyes darted from mine and directly to the floor.

“Erik is a Math and Engineering major, and he’s also a tutor. I inquired and he’s agreed to tutor you.”

“Wow, really?” I was totally shocked that someone was willing to help without my asking. “Thank you.” 

“No problem.” Erik’s face was basically expressionless as he spoke, but I was excited, because I knew this guy was smart. He also seemed quite shy, but he would definitely be coming out of that shell hanging with me. And, given my tragic history with math, he was sure to be around for the long haul.

“Y’all can get together and discuss schedules and things of that sort,” Professor B advised, standing from his chair. 

I nodded. “Ok.”

He picked his bag up from the floor and gathered his things in no time. And I knew why. In fact, he told us after almost every class. “Now, I’m gonna go try and beat this traffic.”

“Ok,” I chuckled. “And thanks again.” 

“Don't mention it.” 

We followed him out and stopped in the hallway as he continued on, moving pretty swiftly. He was on a mission to get to that parking lot.  

“It was good seeing you, Professor Birrell.”

“Good seeing you, too, Erik.”

I turned to Erik, ready to get things sorted so we could start working soon. Really soon. “Thanks for helping me out. I know you're probably really busy.”

“It’s fine. I’m doing it for Professor Birrell.”

“Ok. So when and where do you wanna meet up?”

“I don’t know. It’s up to you.” His attitude was so nonchalant. I didn't wanna jump to any conclusions just yet, but he was starting to give me major rude vibes. 

“Well, how about this…” I reached into my hoodie’s pocket and pulled out my phone. “We can exchange numbers and call each other later.”

“Ok,” he casually agreed, taking what looked like a Galaxy Note 20 from his bag.

“Hey, is that the Note 20?” I asked, gesturing toward it with my iPhone.  

“Yeah.”

“That’s not even out yet. I need your connect,” I joked, with a slight laugh, just testing the waters. Of course, it went unappreciated. “But I was looking at one of those before I got this 12 Pro. How is it?”

“My dad got it for me. I haven't really had it that long, but it’s ok I guess,” he shrugged.

“Oh.” Despite the fact that I had been smiling the entire time, his face had remained as blank as the board my professor had just erased. But I didn't sweat it. Maybe he was just socially inept. “…Well, you can put your number in.” 

“Ok.” 

He keyed his info into my phone and I did the same to his. Then, without much more ‘conversation’, we went our separate ways. Just as promised, Raquel was waiting for me right outside. I let go of a very irritated sigh once he was out of earshot. Dealing with him, even for those few short minutes, had been exhausting. Small talk wasn't his thing in the least. And maybe basic human decency wasn't either.

“Who was that geekfest?”

“Rocky.” I snorted, leaning into the laugh as we started toward our building. “Shut up. He’s gonna be my tutor.”

Here I was again, back in another unavoidable situation, being recruited to save yet another dummy. The head of the Math department—and my favorite professor—had asked, so I couldn't say no. I was called in for this favor around two to three times a year and I usually didn't mind. Then came the people like her. Professor Birrell had mentioned, many times, how intelligent she was, but neither of them were fooling me. She had that stuck up, air head persona down to a T. Smiling at me, making little jokes, probably thinking she could just skate by on her looks. Wearing expensive name brands from head to toe, with her designer backpack and fancy iPhone. And the empty admiration for an Android. She was going out of her way to be fake. I could practically smell the plastic just thinking about her. Being a tutor, I had come across plenty of her kind and none of them could be trusted. Furthermore, I would make sure to inform her that I would be teaching her, not supplying her with all of the answers. She just seemed like the type who needed to know. Hopefully she wouldn't require too much of my assistance. For my sanity, it was necessary for this to be over quickly.

Raquel and I made it to our dorm and, beat from a full day of classes, we both fell into the couch. The dorm was set up just like an apartment. Our private bedrooms were on either side, and we had our own separate en suite bathrooms as well. The fully furnished living room, fully stocked kitchen, and the washer and dryer were in the middle, and among the amenities that we shared. Honestly, these dorms were what had sold me when I was visiting colleges back in the summer. I mean, I had a room with a lockable door, a full size bed, cable, and a toilet and shower that only I touched. As far as I was concerned, it got no better.

“Man, Tuesdays and Thursdays be killing meee,” Rocky groaned, wearily. “I’m so tired.”

“Me, too.” I started to yawn as soon as I had spoken. A nap was definitely in order. 

“…So what we doing this weekend?”

Confused, I side eyed her with an addled laugh. “Didn’t you just say you were tired?” 

“Yes, and tomorrow is a new day. So what we doing?”

“Well, sorry, but I’ll probably be meeting up with Erik.”

“And who is Erik, young lady?” she asked, suddenly quite perky, sitting up with a sly and slightly hopeful grin. “You cheating on Elijah?”

I frowned instantly. “Hell no. Why would you ask me that? Erik is my tutor, heffa.”

“Oh.” She rolled her eyes, dropping back onto the couch. The disappointment was evident. “Dude we just saw?”

“Yeah.”

“Girl, he looks a mess.” 

I chuckled. “But what do his looks have to do with him tutoring me?” 

“Nothing,” she shrugged lazily. “I’m just saying. Like, what in the hell did he have on?”

“Rocky.” I stopped, unable to control my laughter after picturing him in my head. “I don't know. He was lookin’ kinda rough, huh?”

“Girl. I didn’t know people wore stuff like that for real. I have never seen anything like it outside of a movie or TV show. Or maybe like for Halloween or something.”

She was right. He looked like a nerd straight out of a movie scene. He was dressed in a long sleeve plaid button up, khakis with suspenders, and these brown I guess dress shoes that almost looked like boots? He also had glasses; big, black ones. Hell, all he was missing was a bow tie and a pocket protector.

“And it’s so upsetting,” she continued.

“Why?”

“Because. All that nice skin and them curls just gone to waste.”

I gasped loudly and reached over to pop her arm. “Don't say stuff like that.” But I couldn't stop laughing for shit.

“Am I lyin’?” She was cackling right along with me. 

“You was lookin’, though, huh?”

She smacked her lips and went all the way stale. I laughed even harder. “Don't play with me. You know I’m always appreciative of some good skin and poppin’ curls.” 

“All he needed was a lineup.”

“He needed more than that.”

“Girl… anyway. I’m ‘bout to go change up out of this hot ass outfit.” 

“You looked so cute today. You always finding some shit nobody else got.”

I giggled, glancing down at my dusty rose Nike sweatpants and matching hoodie. “The outlets, boo. I’m telling you. Cute stuff, even cuter prices.”

“Ok. You act like I haven't been to the Nike outlet a thousand times. And I’ve never seen that.” 

“‘Cause you don’t be looking, Rock.”

She nodded. “You right.”

“I’ma find you one next time I go—” I was standing and reaching for my bookbag when my phone began to vibrate against my stomach. It was a text. ‘Aye come open the door,’ I read aloud. “This boy is so silly.”

“Is that Elijah?”

“Yeah,” I answered, heading to satisfy his request. 

Surprisingly, she didn't have anything to say; she just rolled her eyes. I playfully cut mine at her and smacked my lips, laughing as I pulled the door open. 

She was never one to bite her tongue, and didn't mind letting me know how she felt about anybody I dealt with. She didn't like Eli. She told me there was something about him that she just couldn't vibe with; that she had tried, but he was sneaky. He and I vibed just fine, though. That was my baby. We had been down since the Spring and I honestly couldn't get enough. He was so fine. Plus, he was taller than my 5’9” self, which alone was a miracle. But he also didn't let my height bother him. Because most guys I had come in contact with six feet or taller, were only checkin’ for the really short girls.

I quickly mouthed to her to ‘be nice’, then I turned my attention to the beautiful being standing before me. “Hey.”

“What's up?”

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Exorcizing evil spirits... and Xingqiu’s Antics

Exorcizing evil spirits… and Xingqiu’s Antics

Genshin Impact

Chongyun x female reader

wc: 3998

Notes: I did not plan on making it this long but here we are, reader has a vision, Chongyun cuteness 

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*   ♡　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧    

“Can you say thaumaturgy Chongyun?” I ask Chongyun. Chongyun continues walking beside me in silence, but he glances in my direction with an incredulous look on his face. He stares at me for a few moments before he obliges my request, albeit hesitantly. “...Thaumaturgy.” 

“Yes!” I audibly squeal. Chongyun’s steps slow to a halt before he completely stops moving. He slowly turns his body in my direction until he’s fully facing me, and he silently prompts me to explain myself with his probing stare. 

“Hehe… well…” I sheepishly say. I rub the back of my head and look anywhere but at Chongyun. “....y/n?” Chongyun inquires in his infamous motherly tone that Xingqiu and I love to tease him about. “...Chongyun?” I reply in faux innocence. Chongyun raises an astute eyebrow and that’s all it takes for me to cave. 

“I’m sorry Chongyun. I just really love listening to your voice, itsoundsoscuteandadorableandIcanlistentoyoutalkalldaylong, but that’s besides the point. I just really wanted to hear you say thaumaturgy. I love the way you say it. Now no more questions.” I tell Chongyun in a firm tone to hide my embarrassment. 

I continue walking forward without turning around to see what Chongyun’s reaction is. When I notice Chongyun hasn’t caught up to me I brace myself and turn around to see what’s holding him up. That’s when I’m blessed with the sight of Chongyun failing to hide the blush that engulfs his face. His face looks as red as a jueyun chili and it’s adorable. 

I cherish the sight in front of me and try my best to hold in my inner fangirl. Chongyun notices me staring at him and visibly flinches. He quickly averts his eyes from mine and looks towards the ground. 

He attempts to dismiss his flustered state with an awkward cough, but I won’t let him off that easy. “Aww Chongyun you look adorable! What’s the matter? Are you having another hot flash?” I tease him. I approach Chongyun and playfully poke his cheek, which he swats away in faux annoyance. “Y/n…” Chongyun mumbles in embarrassment. I giggle at his cuteness and ease off the teasing. He already has to deal with Xingqiu’s antics, I shouldn’t add more to his plate. 

“Anyway, we must hurry on. It’s almost noon, and one’s spiritual energies are at their peak at noon. If we want to exorcise this persistent evil spirit we need to get there soon. We’re almost there so let's not waste anymore time.” Chongyun says to me. He glances at me with a slight blush still evident on his features before he begins walking again. Oh Chongyun, you’re just too easy to tease. You make it hard to resist. Is this why you’re constantly a victim of Xingqiu’s antics?

I muffle my laughter at the memory of one of Xingqiu’s recent pranks on Chongyun. I quickly catch up with Chongyun as we continue our journey to exorcise this rumored haunted house. We’re almost in the city of freedom so we’ll find out soon enough if the young woman who asked Chongyun to exorcise her house was being genuine or just yanking his chain. As I walk alongside Chongyun, I remember when Chongyun and I were walking around the outskirts of Liyue Harbor having a pleasant conversation, and how it led us to this situation.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*   ♡　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧    

Chongyun and I are currently walking along the outskirts of Liyue Harbor as we enjoy the beautiful sunset. Throughout the evening I’ve been trying to gather enough courage to hold his hand since confessing my feelings to him is too much for me right now. Everytime I try to get the words out they get stuck in my throat and my heart beats way too fast. Since I’m struggling to confess my feelings, I thought hand holding may be an easier segway into that conversation.

Even so, I’m too nervous he’ll yank his hand away or tell me he’s not interested. Eventually I’ll have to confess if I want to have a chance at dating Chongyun, but... I don’t know if my heart can take his rejection. 

Ugh, get a grip y/n! I better make a move before someone else does and I miss my chance entirely. I take an audible sharp breath and brush my hand against the back of Chongyun’s hand. When Chongyun keeps talking as if nothing happened, I gather my courage to do it again so he’ll know it wasn’t a mistake. 

Chongyun stops talking mid sentence once he feels the back of my hand brush against his again. He turns to look at me, but I look towards the beautiful view instead of Chongyun since I’m too scared to see his reaction. “Y/n-” Chongyun begins to speak but he’s cut off by a loud wail.

Chongyun and I turn around to see a tearful woman who is clearly from Mondstadt, judging by her clothes, running towards Chongyun and I. In a tearful explanation the woman explains her predicament. She tells Chongyun and I how she hasn’t slept properly for a week because she hears loud noises at night that sound like someone is moaning in pain. She says she’s even resorted to seeking out an exorcist, and after asking around she learned about Chongyun’s notorious track record of exorcising evil spirits. 

Although the story seems legit, there’s something off about this story. Isn’t Liyue known to have supernatural phenomenons and not Mondstadt? Could this be another one of Xingqiu’s pranks? Hmmm... but if it isn’t it’d be bad to deny her request even though this story seems a bit off. 

As the woman keeps begging Chongyun, I make eye contact with him. It seems like we’re thinking on the same wavelength since he nods in understanding once his eyes meet mine. His facial expression shows that he’s having similar thoughts, but he won’t voice them. “No worries, I’m glad to help. Just tell me where your house is located and I’ll head there tomorrow. In the meantime why don’t you stay with a friend? I’ll report back on the situation once I return to Liyue.” Chongyun soothingly tells the lady as he comfortingly pats her back. 

The woman suspiciously jumps up with joy, clearly full of energy, before she thanks Chongyun and runs off to who knows where. Chongyun and I stare at each other and raise our eyebrows. That was weird. “Mind if I come with? I don’t want you to go alone, although I know you’re more than capable of handling yourself.” I say. “I don’t mind. Lets get some rest for our journey tomorrow since we’ll need to head out early.” Chongyun tells me. I agree with him and we return to Liyue Harbor before parting ways.

I’m disappointed that Chongyun was interrupted even though I was nervous about what his reaction would be. I’ll be sure to make a move tomorrow since we’ll be alone together the majority of the day. I just hope I can muster up enough courage.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*   ♡　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧    

“We’re here y/n.” Chongyun’s words snap me out of my reminiscing, and I gaze upon the normal looking house. The house in question looks no different than the other houses in this city of freedom. However, I can feel a weird aura emanating from this house and my gut feeling is telling me to stay as far away from this house as possible. Apparently I’m not the only one who’s getting this vibe since the houses nearby all seem vacant. 

“Let’s head inside. Even if you don’t feel scared, don’t hesitate to stay close to me. You can even hold onto my arm if you need to, I’ll be here to protect you if anything goes wrong.” Chongyun confidently states with a smile on his face. 

My own face erupts into flames at his words. Dammit Chongyun! You can’t say such sweet things to me so easily, especially since I’m more than tempted to take you up on your offer. I mean, I did come with you partly to make up for the missed opportunity…

“Okay, even though I have a vision and can protect myself.” I shyly remind Chongyun. “I know, but still don’t hesitate to rely on me.” Chongyun softly replies. I smile at his kind words, and the charming smile he gives me in response warms my heart. How is he doing this to my heart? I thought he had a cryo vision, not a pyro one! 

With these thoughts in mind, I follow Chongyun to the door of the house. The woman said she’d leave the door unlocked so it’s no surprise that the door slowly creaks open when Chongyun turns the doorknob. Still, I feel a shiver creep down my spine staring into the dim albeit well kept house. 

“Are you okay y/n?” Chongyun checks in on me once he notices my shivers. “Yeah, I just feel like maybe that woman wasn’t lying. I’m no exorcist, but even I can sense something’s off here.” I tell Chongyun. 

“I agree. Let’s look around and see if we find anything.” Chongyun tells me. I nod in agreement and follow him into the house. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*   ♡　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧    

Everything appears to be well kept and the house is nicely decorated. Nothing seems remotely out of place. If it weren’t for this weird feeling of being watched I’d believe nothing was wrong with the house. 

Chongyun is currently searching another room of the house, so I audibly voice my thoughts loud enough for him to hear. “I don’t know Yun, nothing seems out of the ordinary other than this weird feeling I have. I don’t want to assume anything, but maybe we’ve been-” My words are cut off by a loud slam. I whip my head around to look through the doorway of the dim room I’m in. I see the front door is now shut, but who closed it? 

“What the- EEP!” I scream. “Y/n!” I hear Chongyun shout. I can’t reply since a hand is covering my mouth. Someone is pulling me backwards with an arm tightly wrapped around my waist. I struggle and try to get out of their grasp, but their hold on me is tight. It doesn’t help that I can hardly see anything. “Y/n, are you okay-” Chongyun finds me but he cuts himself off when he notices my predicament. “Hey!” Chongyun yells at whoever’s pulling me and he fights with them to pull me away. 

I feel the hand slip away from my mouth and the arm removed from my waist before I collapse against Chongyun’s chest. Chongyun loses balance at the sudden shift in weight and I get pulled down with him. “Ow…” I groan in pain. “Are you okay y/n? I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner.” Chongyun frets. “Don’t worry about it Yun, you didn’t take long at all.” I reassure Chongyun. 

I peer at Chongyun’s face in the dimly lit room when I notice his cheeks seem a bit darker than the rest of his face. Is he blushing? 

That’s when I realize how close we are, and I can’t help but feel a bit flustered as well. “Sorry…” I sheepishly apologize to Chongyun. “N-No worries! It’s not your fault y/n.” Chongyun replies. I get up and Chongyun follows my lead. 

Once we’ve collected ourselves I relay my suspicions to Chongyun “It seems like our suspicions were correct. Maybe this house really was haunted before we entered it, but your congenital positivity probably drove away the evil spirit once we entered the house. This seems more like someone in here is watching us.” I say. Chongyun nods in agreement and we make eye contact. 

We communicate with our eyes and nod in unison. All at once, Chongyun dashes for the door and I run towards the small lamp I was able to make out in the room. Chongyun shuts the door and I turn the lamp on. Once the room is illuminated I take a moment to take in our surroundings. This is clearly a bedroom, with a bed and dresser as well as what appears to be a closet. So if someone is in here…

I slowly lean down and glance under the bed, but I don’t see anyone down there. “They must be in the closet.” I tell Chongyun once I stand up again. Chongyun nods and we swap places so I’m guarding the door instead of Chongyun. “On the count of three, I’m opening this door.” Chongyun announces. Silence ensues and there’s no audible response. Chongyun glances back at me but I only shrug in reply. “I have no idea what’s going on either Yun.” I chuckle.

“Me neither… okay, I’m opening the door in one… two… three!” Chongyun whips the door open as soon as he reaches the number three. “What the-” Chongyun says. “What is it Yun?” I ask. I don’t get a reply since Chongyun seems to be frozen in place staring at something in the closet. I decide to leave my position near the door and follow Chongyun to the closet. 

“What the-” I mimic Chongyun. In the closet I see Xiangling, Xingqiu, and the woman from Mondstadt cramped up in the closet. “Xingqiu! Move your arm, it’s blocking my view.” Xiangling whines. “Well, I can’t see anything ethier!” Xingqiu replies. Chongyun and I glance at each other without exchanging any words; our facial expressions speak volumes. “Xiangling, I expect this from Xingqiu, but not you! And Xingqiu, how did you rope this woman into this?” I lecture Xingqiu and Xiangling. “Wait- let us explain! Just help us out, please?” Xiangling begs. 

Chongyun and I glance at each other and smirk. “I think you guys got this, we’ll meet you guys outside once you free yourselves.” I snicker. Chongyun and I walk away and ignore Xingqiu’s loud pleas, Xiangling’s complaints, and the Mondstadt woman’s grunts. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*   ♡　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧    

“I’m simultaneously surprised and not surprised.” I say to Chongyun. We found a place selling popsicle sticks so we got some for ourselves. We’re currently seated outside the house on one of the nearby benches. “Ugh, it is so hot now. I’m glad it wasn’t while we made our way over here, but if Xiangling and the others don’t free themselves soon I might go back in the house just to escape this sweltering heat.” I groan. “You don’t need to do that, just get closer to me. I can use my cryo vision to cool you off if needed.” Chongyun tells me. I blush in response but don’t refuse his offer. “I may take you up on that offer. How long has it been now? 10 minutes?” I chuckle. “Yup. Those guys can handle themselves after we took the time to make our way over here.” Chongyun tsks.

“I don’t think it was all that bad. I had fun at least.” I say. “I did too. I love hanging out with you. I would never complain about that. I just feel bad since you tagged along…” Chongyun trails off. “Hey, don’t feel that way. I’m always happy to spend more time with you, even if it means I’m also a victim of Xingqiu’s antics.” I giggle. Chongyun looks at me and smiles, and I return a smile of my own in response.

As Chongyun and I finish our popsicles I take a deep breath and mentally prepare myself. This is the perfect opportunity to tell Chongyun how I really feel about him. I glance over at Chongyun who is occupied with finishing his popsicle. “Hey chongyun..” I mutter. “Yes Y/n?” Chongyun replies. “U-Um.. well..” I stutter. Chongyun looks up at me from his now empty popsicle stick and gives me his full attention. 

“Chongyun, I… I really like you. No, it’s more accurate to say that I love you. We’ve been friends for a long time now, and I’ve fallen in love with everything about you. From the way you say thaumaturgy to your rare bursts of excess positivity, I love everything about you. You always brighten my day and I honestly can’t imagine how my life would be without you. I adore your personality, as well as your cute facial expression hehe. I know you may not feel the same way and that’s okay, but-” My words are cut off by a soft pair of lips.

It takes me a moment to comprehend what’s happening. My eyes widen in surprise when I realize Chongyun is kissing me. Once I realize this I press my lips against his and close my eyes in ecstasy. Before I can really melt into the kiss a voice cuts through the peaceful atmosphere. 

“Wow, it seems like our plan worked Xiangling.” I hear Xingqiu say. Chongyun gently pulls away from me to glare at Xingqiu. “Xingqiu! Can’t you see we’re in the middle of something?” Chongyun says with a noticeable blush dusting his cheeks. I’m sure my face looks similar to his if not worse. 

“Hey, don’t worry about it! Anyway, to quickly explain the situation, Xingqiu and I were walking around Liyue Harbor looking for you two when this woman approached us.” Xiangling says as she motions towards the Mondstadt woman standing next to her. “She was on the verge of tears when she asked us if we knew who Chongyun was and where he is. Once she told us that she believed her house was haunted by an evil spirit, Xingqiu and I decided this would be the perfect way to get you two together.” Xiangling explains. 

“Wait, why are you guys trying to get us together?” I ask. “Because it’s obvious how much you two like each other but you’re both too shy to make a move!” Xiangling exclaims passionately. 

Chongyun and I glance at each other before we shyly avert our eyes. I feel my face get hotter.

Xiangling coos while Xingqiu picks up where she left off. “Anyway, we told her we knew who you were but we didn’t know where you were. We agreed to help her find you if she could do us a favor in return. Once she calmed down and listened to our explanation, she was very keen on the idea. She said she loves helping realize their feelings for each other, so she agreed to help us with our plan. She found you guys before we could, but afterwards she told us that you agreed to exorcise her house. Our plan clearly worked since we found you two kissing.” Xingqiu snickers. 

“Xingqiu!” I scold him in embarrassment. Xingqiu only laughs in response. “Why did one of you grab Y/n?” Chongyun asks. “And why were you all in a closet?” I ask immediately after. “Wait, we’re getting there.” Xiangling scolds us. 

“We really wanted to see what would happen so we made sure to get here bright and early before you two arrived. We waited in the bedroom for you guys to arrive so we could spy on you. Y/n approached the room unexpectedly so Xiangling and I hid in the closet. We thought Xingqiu would go under the bed but…” The Mondstadt woman trails off as she glances at Xingqiu. 

“I stayed back since the room was dark and grabbed Y/n.” Xingqiu explains. “...Why?” I ask him with what I’m sure is an incredulous look on my face. “I thought it would help speed things along.” Xingqiu chuckles. He rubs the back of his head sheepishly and averts his eyes from my angry ones.

“XINGQIU!” I yell. I quickly stand up to approach him but Xiangling stands between us. “Hey, hey! No fighting you two! Look, Xingqiu shouldn’t have given you a scare like that, and he’ll make up for it. RIGHT, Xingqiu?” Xiangling says. Xingqiu sighs in disappointment but nods his head in agreement. 

“Um… how much do you want as payment? You did exorcise that evil spirit. I know this is true since I already felt more at ease once we untangled ourselves from inside the closet. It’s like the atmosphere changed and I no longer feel a presence in my home. Thank you so much.” The woman gratefully thanks Chongyun. She even smiles at me, which surprises me since I only tagged along for the journey and to be alone with Chongyun. “U-Um, no need to thank me. I didn’t do much…” I insist. 

“Nonsense! You came along with Chongyun to assist him if he needed it. For that I thank you.” The woman protests. Before we can go back and forth with this Xingqiu interrupts us. “Not to be rude, but we should be heading back to Liyue Harbor soon.” Xiangling nods in agreement.  “It’s getting late, and it will take us quite a while to return.” Xiangling tells the woman. 

The woman agrees and thanks us all again before she gives Chongyun and I the best of wishes. She pays Chongyun his usual fee he charges for exorcising evil spirits, although she tried to give him more. With that situation settled, Chongyun, Xiangling, Xingqiu, and I begin our journey back to Liyue Harbor.

“You know, I know how you two can make it up to Y/n and I.” Chongyun tells Xiangling and Xingqiu. They glance at each other with suspicion evident on their face, but Xingqiu asks anyway. “How?”

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Chongyun and I meet up the next day to hang out. “Do you have an exorcism to attend to? Or any training you want to get done?” I ask Chongyun. “Not today. I’ve dedicated today to hanging out with my girlfriend.” Chongyun gingerly tells me. I smile softly in reply and blush at the memory his words evoke.

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Once we returned to Liyue Harbor, Xiangling and Xingqiu said a sulky goodbye and left us to our own devices. I’m sure they’re none too pleased about their new plans for tomorrow, but they can’t complain after that semi prank they pulled on us. 

When Chongyun and I were alone he asked me to be his girlfriend, which I accepted without hesitation. We made plans to hang out before we parted ways, and now it’s time to relax after our eventful day yesterday.

 ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*   ♡　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧    

“How do you think Xiangling and Xingqiu are coping?” I ask Chongyun. Chongyun and I are walking hand in hand around Liyue Harbor, enjoying the bright and cheerful sunny day.

“I’m sure they’re fine, it’s Hu Tao we’re talking about. She’ll only have them do so much. I think.” Chongyun chuckles. I giggle in response and agree with his words. 

We continue walking around Liyue Harbor as we enjoy each other's company. Although the haunted house turned out to be a part of Xingqiu’s usual antics, I’m glad Chongyun accepted her request. Chongyun and I were able to be honest about our feelings because of it. I’m thankful to Xiangling and Xingqiu, albeit still a bit salty over how they went about it. I really am curious how they are doing.... eh, like Chongyun said they should be fine. Hopefully.

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“Aiya, I said move that over there!” Hu Tao instructs Xiangling and Xingqiu. “Yes Hu Tao…” Xiangling and Xingqiu groan in unison as they move another piece of furniture in the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. “Although Chongyun bailed on me, he got Xingqiu AND Xiangling to take his place! What’s even better is that Zhongli isn’t here to scold me about having someone else do my work.” Hu Tao smugly says to herself. 

“I’m really not in the mood to listen to one of his lectures today- Hey! Xiangling, be careful!” Hu Tao shouts. She rushes over to Xiangling and Xingqiu as she instructs them where to set the furniture down. 

“Was it worth it?” Xiangling asks Xingqiu. “...Definitely.” Xingqiu grunts in reply. They nod in unison as they finally place the piece of furniture down and prepare themselves to lift something else. Today is guaranteed to be a long day for them, but it’ll all be worth it since Chongyun and Y/n finally got together. Right? Right…

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doll

member: changbin wc: 1.3k genre: fluff, high school au, bad boy au, prom au, a tiny cameo of older brother chan warnings: underage smoking and drinking, explicit language, making out ! (kids look away!) note: y dis turned out a lil too spicy than i intended it to b?

He knows it doesn’t work on anyone, especially not on you, but Changbin musters up a smirk anyway as he approaches, immediately making you roll your eyes from across the open yard. A bottle of wine and two wineglasses swiped from the buffet in one hand and a pack of cigarettes in the other, he then follows up on his usual cocky expression with a small wave of his hand before sitting down next to you on the poolside. “Now, what’s a pretty doll like you doing at a party like this?” 

You scoff and briefly turn away, laughing behind your gloved hand in embarrassment. “I’m class VP, Changbin. I have to be here.”

He nods quickly without much care while twisting the wine bottle’s cap open, holding the glass away from the two of you after as some of its bubbling contents spill on the sides and into the pool. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Humor me here a little bit, babe.” He winks after, transferring the wine bottle to his other hand to shake off the spilled liquid on his fingertips. Instinctively, you then pull the fabric of your dress closer to you to avoid the droplets. “Anyway, date left you? Not feeling the prom anymore? Want to go swimming in the pool?” 

“No, I don’t have a date—but I was hoping for this one guy; not really, I think prom’s nice but I just wanted to get some air; and no, I don’t want to swim. There, now let’s drop the weird theatrics!” You answer with an amused smile as you steal glances over to him, picking up the cigarette pack he placed in between the two of you to pass the time while he poured white wine on the glasses. Inspecting one roll, you then hold it up to Changbin with a chuckle and ask, “You still smoke rolls? So old-fashioned even for you. I thought you were gonna switch as soon as that new vape shop opened.” 

Changbin turns to you after a moment, passing a wineglass to you with a scrunched up expression and a shrug. “I don’t know, I still can’t get into those e-cigs.” He confesses under his breath, taking the roll from your hand as you receive the wineglass from him before sticking it in between his teeth. “And bold of you to call me old-fashioned. I taught you how to smoke, class VP.” 

You chuckle at this, muttering a small thank you for the wine before taking a short sip. “I’m not sure if letting me choke on my first time and telling me to just suck it up was teaching.” You point out jokingly, making him laugh along this time as he takes out his rabbit-shaped lighter from his tuxedo’s inner pocket. When your eyes meet, you then surprise him by taking out an e-cigarette from your pockets. “But you really should try e-cigs. They’re a whole lot better.” 

You see him raise his brow again behind the puff of smoke that escapes his lips, a mix of intrigue and confusion this time. “God, did I corrupt you this bad?” He proudly muses out loud as he catches his breath, a more genuine smirk settling on his expression as you send him a subtle wink. He drinks to this with a chuckle. “Doll, what would your classmates say? That what’s-his-name president? What would your mom say if she sees you smoking and drinking out here with me?” 

You roll your eyes with a smirk of your own, finding amusement in the way that he’s still obviously jealous of your classmate. “His name is Minho—”

“—I don’t care—” 

“—And you won’t tell on me to my mom. What are you gonna do? Willingly go to the principal’s office? Tch.” You point out mockingly before inhaling from the e-cigarette, exhaling the Nerds-scented vapor in Changbin’s direction after. “Fuck what everyone thinks. We’re almost done here, anyway.” 

You glance over your shoulder to Changbin once more, catching him as he places a hand behind you to support himself leaning back then closer. With a long sip of his wine, the glass then falls into the pool as he inches his face even closer to you. “Such dirty words, doll.” He comments in a whisper, lips barely an inch above yours. In this small space, he then removes his cigarette along with one last puff of smoke, fingertips briefly brushing against your lower lip in the process. “And they’re all coming from your pretty lips. Do tell, who taught you that?” 

“This guy I have a crush on from another class. You might know him: chest tattoos, always has cuts on his knuckles, randomly talks like he’s in a bad 80s romance movie, still smokes cig rolls, kisses really good...” You tease back, briefly closing the gap with a fleeting peck to his lips. “Everyone thinks he’s all tough and scary but he doesn’t like it when people talk about us when they see us together and he can’t even ask me to prom. Kinda sad ‘cause I was hoping he would.” 

Changbin initiates the kiss this time with an amused hum, simultaneously sliding your wineglasses and cigarettes to the side then tugging you closer to his lap. 

You press a hand to his chest in response, your other hand snaking up to his neck. “We’re in public, Binnie.” 

“Doll, you know I couldn’t just ask you to prom even if I myself wanted to. Your dad would’ve brought out his garden sears if I showed up at your gates again. Then Chan would kill me for asking you after finding out that I taught you how to drink and smoke.” He sighs in between long kisses and stray ones landing lower down your jaw, successfully pulling you to his lap when you eventually give in. “And you know how your stupid classmates gossip about us all the time. So fucking annoying...”

“Since when did you care?” 

“Shit, I really am a bad influence on you.” He chuckles and relaxes his shoulders at your sudden quip, making you laugh as well. “Someone’s getting a little braver, a little more...rebellious.” 

“I’m just saying, we’re both here now and they can’t do anything about it.” You giggle, surrendering in your small struggle and lifting your other hand up his neck to tug at the freshly dyed blonde roots. “You look handsome, by the way. Thanks for coming to prom, even if it’s not your scene and all. I appreciate it a lot.” 

“Of course, I can’t let my pretty doll spend even just one night with someone else.” He points out, pulling away briefly and blinking up at you as you try and bite down a giddy smile. Cupping your cheeks gently, he then kisses you one last time before asking, “And speaking of, as much as I really want to keep kissing you out here, how about a dance?” 

“Really? Right now?” You raise a mocking brow, pretending to push Changbin away by his chest. “Going a little soft on me now, Seo? Are you even class 4-E’s Seo Changbin? Who are you and what have you done to my Binnie?”

“Maybe you’re rubbing off on me, angel, who knows.” He breathlessly answers while shrugging innocently, hands going lower down your waist and placing you back to sit on the poolside’s cold pavement. “But anyway, we’re still at prom. We should dance at least once.” 

You raise your brow even higher, making him scoff and roll his eyes. “What about all your drama with people seeing us together?”

“I’m trying to be a gentleman here, doll.” He dismisses your teasing, extending his hand out for you to help you stand. “Come on, you’ve got enough fresh air already. Like you said, fuck everyone we’re almost done here, anyway. Might as well surprise them, right?” 

With flushed cheeks and a wide grin, you don’t even hesitate to take his hand and follow him up. “Right, fuck everyone.” 

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[bookwyrminspiration]

(If you’re sick of talking abt ro feel free to ignore this lol) BUT BRUHHH IF ITS RO HOURS THIS HAS BEEN BOTHERING ME FOR MONTHS—

I can’t stand, or at least I see it as a major red flag, the amount of times ro has used the stop moping line. Especially towards keefe.

I understand how it could be fine in certain situations but I feel like I’m unlocked, where keefe is literally so overwhelmed it’s pretty much impossible for him to hide his negative emotions/discomfort/etc, and he’s clearly struggling a ton, instead of offering ANY comfort she just sticks to telling him to “stop sulking” and treats his issues as if they’re almost an annoyance.

It very much reminds me of just telling someone with depression to just go outside or something lol. I know it’s probably just her upbringing that’s done this but MAN it makes me uncomfortable.

You said it before but she has so little regard for anyone’s emotions it’s so so hard to like her in any way. At this point I’m glad keefes separated from her right now cause y e e s h.

(I know there was that one moment where she,, technically?? Hugged him, but given that was one thing out of many incidents I’m not really counting it)

I'm not sick of talking about her at all! It was actually torture (/hyp) to see this ask in my inbox this morning and know I wouldn't have time to answer it for several hours because I think the topic is so interesting and today is b u s y. however, Ro hours can continue as long as we'd like!!

but you are absolutely right. keefe is struggling with his emotions and the solution is not to just think positively, just get over it, or the "stop moping." There are situations where its appropriate to tell someone to get over themselves and to focus on the actual problem, but this is not one of them. His life has just been spiraling for several books, progressively getting worse and worse. he said it himself, for the Vackers everything went back to normal, but where's his perfect fix? why does is just keep getting worse? This isn't the kind of issue that will go away if he doesn't think about it, and Ro is pushing this toxic positivity onto him because that's not the part about him that interests her. She thinks the romantic drama is fun, but the actual people behind it and their lives are uncomfortable and she doesn't want to deal with it.

i think to her, his issues are an annoyance. She became his bodyguard on her father's orders, but that was a purely physical arrangement. Physical protection. She didn't agree to look after his mental wellbeing, and because it's not part of her responsibilities she hasn't cared about it. She doesn't want to hear it. So she tells him to stop sulking and get over it because she has to be near him at all times and doesn't want to deal with that.

your comparison to telling someone with depression to just go outside is actually perfect. it's this refusal to acknowledge that there is more to these issues than just disposition, that there are serious symptoms and issues and things that need to be addressed and worked through. Keefe has never had anyone in his life that he's cared about like he cares about Sophie and he genuinely doesn't know what to do about it. Ro telling him to just get over it isn't going to make him suddenly confident or help him figure out what to do next, it's going to tell him that he needs to hide that from Ro and that she isn't a safe person to talk to about that.

its so...dismissive. I hate to read about it. Keefe is trying to get through these serious mental blockages and self esteem issues all on his own, and when they are brought up Ro just doesn't care because it's not the teenage drama she's come to enjoy. it's almost like she feels she's allowed to dismiss him and meddle in his life because she's protecting him when she doesn't want to, despite Keefe not wanting her there either.

I think I like the idea of Ro, but not the execution and how she's written in canon. There's the few moments I've enjoyed, like when she praises Sophie's individuality and how she stands up for herself, but aside from that she lives in her own world. As a bodyguard I'd expect more from here, at least the basic decency to try and consider how her actions affect others and if she's behaving appropriately. I don't need her to empathize with Keefe, just to take literally a minute to stop and consider if her actions are hurting him. because they are! and she doesn't even care! he doesn't feel cared for or protected. I hate it!

as for the hug, I'm optimistic it might lead to development into the person I'd like her to be, but with that being a single hug in Keefe's most vulnerable moment across 3.5 books, I don't think it changes anything yet. Especially since after that she went back to telling him to try harder and be optimistic and that everything would work out (this was when they were testing his new ability, which that whole thing I also have thoughts about).

she just feels like such wasted potential. she could've been this self-aware role model, an example that you don't need empathy to be considerate and kind to others, but nope! she's an asshole!

#who she could have been reminds me of an oc i have. but they're actually nice and considerate in a non empathetic way. unlike ro #whose existence and presence hurts others #oh and!! keefe literally can't escape her!! they are stuck with each other!! he doesn't get a break from her!! #ever! #except for brief periods where he's with others and ro doens't need to be in the room. #but then when they leave it's just back together #can't even have the privacy to process or feel. #i want to smack some sense into ro #like bestie why are you like this #i'm going to pretend she actually like my fanon version. the one I explained in that other post #because I cannot stand anymore of this toxic positivity and blatant disregard for others #oh!! and i think she's being used to show that not all ogres are bad which kinda annoys me because like...she is bad tho. this is not the #kind of character I want promoted as someone to idolize or as a character #there is no depth rn. i'm annoyed #apparently i still have several thoughts about her #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc ro #quil's queries #long post #nonsie #kotlc character analysis #tw caps #keefe sencen

[itsclydebitches]

I'm confused as to how Yang has no empathy for Tai. Their interactions in Volume 4 (the only Volume they interacted in) were some of the more genuine ones in the show.

Like, what is anon expecting her to do? Even as a kid she tried holding the family together when he was in a depression, and while she hates that she had to she clearly never blamed Tai for it, even as a child.

Yeah, unless there are scenes I'm forgetting about atm (always a possibility lol), the Yang and Tai dynamic isn't one I'd personally use as an example of the characters' lack of empathy. Yang and Ren, yes. Yang and Ozpin, omg yes. Yang and Tai? Putting aside the cute moments they have together that can help to soften any disagreements/mistakes–something we noticeably lack with Ren and Oz–there's too much other context coloring Yang's responses. Things that, importantly, are overtly parts of the text. Like her being a very young kid when Tai went through his depression, trying to hold the family together and help take care of her sister, but absolutely not responsible for either of those things. Like having just lost a limb, grappling with her own depression, and having no one else in the household but Tai to work through those emotions with. Unlike moments where the fans headcanon struggles to excuse the characters' iffy decisions, Yang's struggles are at the forefront of those interactions with Tai. Overall, I'd say they have a pretty well-written relationship, which includes moments where Yang is snapping at him, where he's pushing her, but coloring it all is a series long amount of evidence that they love each other. It feels more realistic to me, rather than many of the group's interactions nowadays that are either a) total agreement and perfect responses all the time (Blake complimenting Ruby) or b) disagreements that come out of nowhere and feel like they're only there because more critical fans asked for it (Yang is suddenly mad at Ruby, only to immediately forget about it). Yang and Tai, given the messiness of their history and the imperfect way they care for each other, feel more like people, at least compared to some of the other dynamics right now.

Do I wish that the girls, including Yang, expressed more worry and longing for their Dad while in the midst of this war? Yeah. More-so than I wish Tai was off searching for them, for the simple reason that the girls are a major part of this story, whereas Tai is not. Having him go on a daughter hunting adventure requires a complete re-working of RWBY's plot and focus, whereas having the girls missing Tai's love and guidance, trying to get a letter to him when they realize they're not coming home, worrying that Patch might experience an increase in grimm attacks after Ruby's message... that can only serve their characters and our worldbuilding as a whole. But the lack of that isn't, to my mind, the biggest compassion issue the show needs to deal with. Not when the group is ignoring people who are actually missing/captured/hurting/in immediate danger.

Yang's relationship with Tai may not be written perfectly by any stretch of the imagination–especially if you're a fan who really dislikes how Tai handled her disability–but those issues, to my mind, are pretty separate from Yang's struggle with empathy. That's seen most clearly in her treatment of Ozpin the moment she arrived in Haven, her complete dismissal of Ren, her indifference towards Oscar (until that randomly changed in Volume 8), her arrogant attitude towards everyone who doesn't meet those high expectations, and the ways in which that spirals into hypocrisy: Ozpin is wrong for keeping the Salem secret, but not us; Ruby is wrong for not fixing things, but not me; Ren is wrong for criticizing the group, but I can criticize whoever I want. I liked Yang back in Volume 4 when her big personality was more carefully balanced with humility and self-doubt. Now, Yang comes across as more cruel than confident to me–another flaw that would make for fantastic character development if the writing ever acknowledged it as a problem.

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