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#there's TRUST there . even when on opposite sides they KNOW the other. there's an intimate understanding that isn't going to go away
kneelingshadowsalome · 10 months
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Ok this is very random but how do you think Ghost would deal w an s/o who is still a virgin at a very big girl age 🥴 maybe they’d be seeing each other for a while, and when things heat up and she confesses, how would he deal? Would he be honored and accept being her first or would he reject her altogether bc she is inexperienced?
(Because I’m in my 20s and safe to say on top of everything else in my life except this, I haven’t come across anyone with whom I’d like to be intimate with yet and though I try not to let it get to me, some part of me sometimes feels like a freak or like something is wrong with me)
I hope I did not cross any boundaries or make you uncomfortable by sharing this, if I did I apologize and please feel free to delete this ❤️🕊️
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Ghost x FVirgin!Reader Word count: 2,9 k Tags/warnigs: Mild smut, light angst, fluff, comfort, praise & size kink Summary: Reader tells Ghost they’re a virgin while things are about to go down. 
A/N: Oh anon!! No boundaries crossed here at all! Your request (or at least I took it as such and got inspired to write a brief oneshot about it) was very sweet. This of course is my HC but Simon would only and only take pride in being your first. He would get a huge ego boost from this and feel absolutely privileged to hear he's worthy of such trust.  I think he would want to imprint himself in your head as the best man and the best sex partner you will ever have – he would do his all to eradicate even the very thought of wanting to try others after him. Again, an ego thing, but also a desperate wish to please his partner and make them feel safe. This man screams service top to me. I think Simon has a wild side – not mean, just wild, as in he might be into rough sex and certain types of kinky stuff every now and then but only if his partner is willing. He would be very gentle and considerate (passionate as hell though), knowing you're inexperienced, he would make you feel as safe as possible and wait until you were ready and willing to explore things further.  Also, I can't help but be moved by what you told me in this message. I understand where you're coming from with these "is there something wrong with me" thoughts, because gosh, I feel you! And speaking from experience… it's 110 % worth it to wait for the right person to come along! Sex can be awesome, mind-blowing, one of the best things – with the right partner. Not worth it with just whomever, imho. Stay safe and trust yourself! And I hope you like this short drabble I made for Ghost x Virgin!Reader ❤️❤️❤️ much love 😘
Simon Riley was a one of a kind man. 
He put every guy on every dating app to shame, and not just with his size. He was manly, in a word, even if you never knew you wanted such an overly masculine man. At least, not until you met him. 
Simon was not only sturdy and mature – he was armed with calm rage and dark humor. Just one look in his eyes told you he was not the life of the party. Actually, he was Death himself: one of those four horsemen that heralded the Apocalypse.
Perhaps unintelligibly, the same man was also extremely considerate. A true gentleman if there ever was one. He always placed you and your needs first. But underneath the calm, cynical surface you sensed fierce intensity: fire and smoke, something that screamed Danger, high voltage.
And you could not keep away. Quite the opposite, really. The combination of a wildfire and a tornado roaring upon this solid bedrock of a man was simply alluring.
Things had gone a little too far without you meaning them to. You were not a woman of one night stands, actually, you had never had a stand. But Simon changed that, too. Because now you were thinking about sleeping with him. 
After years and years of waiting for someone sensible to come along, you had begun to lose hope, especially when people seemed to fuck left and right while you wanted something real.
A bedrock. 
With that wildfire. Perhaps a tornado thrown in as well.
After weeks and weeks of flirting, the man asked you out, and after weeks and weeks of going out, you came to the conclusion that if someone deserved to be your first, it was Simon Riley. If there was any guy you wished would take you against a wall until you begged for mercy, it was him. At least in your fantasies, which were starting to get out of hand.
In real life, things were not that breezy.
Because what would he say if – no, when – you told him you were a virgin at this age? What if he would be bothered, what if things would get awkward between you two? 
What if he decided you were simply too much trouble than you were worth? 
It seemed like a miracle that the guy was still around, having been left blue-balled date after date. Either he was hellbent on conquering you, or then… Well, you didn't even dare to think about or's and then's and what if's. Especially when your own feelings were getting equally out of hand as those fantasies.
He probably had plenty of experience, and the thought certainly didn't make you feel any better. How would you compare, being not only inexperienced but a whole goddamn virgin? And it would probably hurt on top of everything. This man must be pretty damn big downstairs if 6 '4 feet and large hands were any indication.
Still, all fears flew out the window in record time every time he pulled you into a kiss. Your body molded into his already: the broad shoulders closed in around you, and it only felt thrilling. His warmth, his arms and scent enveloped you like the sweetest prison, and you held onto him as tightly as you could. Not because he wasn't clutching you with the same–if not greater–fervor, but because you wanted to make sure he was real.
And you realized what the allure of Simon Riley was. 
He felt safe.
In fact, he was safe. He represented safety in all its aspects. 
Who would've thought that death and wildfire could feel so good, so reliable?
You wondered if he thought this was some game; that you kept him waiting. The unwritten rule seemed to be that it was ok not to jump into bed on the first date. If anything, it was only a decent move. But what did the rules say about the second, third or fourth date? Not to talk about tenth? 
Things were starting to resemble some prudent high school romance. Well, perhaps not prudent, the way you two practically ground against each other while making out after every date. Without being vocal about it or pressuring you in any way, you could tell he wished for things to go further. Hell, every fiber in this man begged for more. He would soon burn your clothes off simply with that searing gaze alone. 
Watching the door close on that heated stare after at least 15 minutes of wanton, wicked kissing followed by clumsy Good night's and shy, apologetic smiles just wouldn't do anymore. The poor man was left breathless and puzzled in the cold night with nothing but a hard-on and the crumbs you gave him to keep him warm. 
Things were getting ridiculous, criminally so, and you felt pity for those pants trying to keep him in confinement. You felt pity for your own soaked underwear as you climbed to a lonely bed all hot, bothered, and wet.
Which was why this evening would end with you asking him to come inside. 
.  .  .
Lately, his hands have started to roam; they even cup your ass as he moans in your mouth – and hearing that raspy, low sound leave him forces the final decision. It's the final prophecy that tells you he is the one. You should’ve known it was only a matter of time with him.
The man hides his surprise well as you invite him in.
"Thought you'd never ask," he gives you a soft chuckle before stepping over the threshold to not only your apartment but also your life and privacy. 
You barely get out of your shoes before his shadow engulfs you and strong hands lift you in his lap like you weigh nothing at all. You instinctively reach for support by clasping your hands behind his neck. 
"You really know how to torture a man, don't you?" The brown in his eyes is nearly swallowed by warm darkness as he carries you to the bedroom. 
"I'm sorry," you whisper, and he gives a short laugh of gravel.
"Don't be. This has been fun." 
He sets you down next to the bed, and your heart is thumping so bad you fear he can hear it banging against your chest. 
"But it's about time I torture you, right?"
Oh God…
Things happen so fast that it’s hard to tell who undresses who, but somehow, you find yourself standing in your bedroom with nothing but knickers and a bra on while he's taking off his pants. The man has definitely waited for this to happen for god knows how long, and it only makes your stomach lurch.
He thinks you know what you're doing, your brain offers when it should know when it’s time to shut the hell up. You can see the generous bulge this man is packing, and while perhaps compelling to other women, to you, it mainly looks intimidating. Threatening, almost.
He doesn't take his boxers off, seeing you're just standing there like some statue, still in your underwear and almost shaking from thoughts running rampant. 
His form swallows you as he steps closer; wide hands slide up your arms, then draw you against him – against that demanding pulse that gets trapped between you two. Even through the black cloth, you can tell he's thick and big, just like you feared.
The man is blazing, and seems to have grown another foot in height as he towers over you with all that muscle. His shoulders are almost the size of your head, and you already know the hand that runs down your spine is experienced in crushing windpipes. It makes you breathe in shivers, and of course he notices something is wrong.
"Everything good?" He's eager and breathless, the erection pressing against you like a threat. He’s a man who has fashioned a weapon out of himself, so it shouldn't be a surprise that everything in him speaks violence.
"Yes," you try to assure him – a lousy lie only punctuated by the audible gulp that leaves your throat as you try to swallow your nerves back down.
"You afraid…?" 
"Just a little nervous," you tell him, a half confession.
"Mm. That makes two of us." 
He draws down into a kiss, the hands of a soldier and a killer nearly drawing you up from the ground as he pulls you close. You don't really buy his claim of being nervous too: you can feel how he throbs between you, heavy and impatient. 
Hesitantly, you reach to hug him as well, and you feel so small, so insignificant when wrapped around this… giant. The knowledge that you're about to be trapped under all this crushing weight leaves you both faint and needy. 
He’s a good kisser, but as he moves to devour your neck, you start to freeze from the middle.
"Alright… Come here."
He half carries, half lays you down on the bed, then crawls between your legs and changes his tactic a little. Gentle kisses are ghosted down your throat, and soon, he's at your breasts, soft as a whisper. But as he draws the fabric of your bra aside, your nipple is caught inside a hot, wet mouth, and the wildfire surges forth. There’s no way out from under him anytime soon, and you realize the colossal body is already spreading your thighs wide. 
The way he already looks so damn good there between your legs: big, the epitome of raw, masculine power… It's almost sinful that a man like him is here with a virgin. It's a whole new hell how he's kissing you gently as fuck while blazing like a bonfire about to engulf and devour you. You want to wrap your legs around his middle, attach yourself to him in any way you can, but your thighs are weak pudding. 
You feel both lost and found with him. In him.
He sucks and kisses your breasts like they're the only thing he's here for – and it feels good, heavenly, to be honest. But then he starts to travel down.
Shit… You need to tell him – and soon, or else there will be no time to say anything before the last of the shielding fabric is gone.
"Simon…?"
"Mm-hm?" 
He doesn't even stop with the kissing, merely hums on your skin as his mouth reaches your stomach.
"You're my first," you finally force the truth into the night; a soft and desperate fact. It's only the faintest breath, but he halts abruptly like he has been stabbed between the ribs.
Great… 
Here comes the awkward.
He rises. Softly, slowly, like a shadow, just a second away from getting to what's between your legs.
"Is that so?"
His voice is hoarse and dark from arousal. The whole man is intoxicating, and your heart is hammering in your chest, both from hunger and dread.
"Yes…?" 
A broad hand comes to rest on the dip of your waist; gently, like you're some frightened animal about to dart off from under his touch. 
"Love… Are you sure you want to do this?"
Are you? You almost ask, then bite your lip.
He just called you love, something he has never done before. You can see your breasts rising with the breaths you try to calm down with sheer willpower. 
He lets out a small sigh, then crawls beside you and takes you in his arms. The bed sags and wails under his weight before your body is pulled into a delicious bear hug.
"Sweetheart."
His voice is so smooth, so different from the intense, rough smoke that has followed you up until this point that you feel vehement tears burn your eyes. First love, and now, sweetheart…
"There's no need to rush things," he says while keeping you close. Ever the gentleman, but you fear that you've ruined everything.
"We haven't exactly been rushing," you mutter somewhere in the plates of his chest. You both feel and hear how another sigh travels up his throat and is breathed into the crown of your head.
"Now… listen to me, ok? I've wanted you ever since we met. Can't deny it. But the last thing I want is to force you to do something you don’t wanna do."
You squeeze your eyes shut from what he says. Ever since you met… You can remember the lingering gazes, the way his eyes lit up with something hopeful and pure, how it drove away the exhaustion that seemed to have made a home in this big, brooding man. You remember how he stole a few stares up and down your body, too; remember the hunger he never even tried to conceal – not until now.
He is the most enthralling being you have ever seen, a mystery and a force of nature, an indomitable man, and to say that you haven't thought about him that way ever since too would be a lie.
"But I want it," you look up at him slowly, feeling much safer now that he's holding you like this.
I want you.
You realize you're pouting when the warm look in his eyes gains a playful glint as he laughs softly.
"You want it?"
"Yes."
That little twinkle turns into a downright gleam as he looks at you like you're the most adorable thing he has ever seen.
“You want it with me?”
“Yes.”
"How much do you want it?" The charred voice is so soft now: it washes over you in generous waves. His hands keep you in safe custody – and you're the most willing prisoner there ever has been.
"Pretty badly?" You breathe into the air between you and see the corner of his mouth tug.
"Well, in that case…" His hand sweeps down your back and comes to reside on the swell of your hip. "I'm glad I'm here to help."
Pale eyelashes drop to your lips just before he kisses you again. You arch in his arms, like a flower leaning towards sunlight; your mouth, your whole being unfurls under his leadership. He rolls partly on top of you, then moves to kiss you all over as you lie on your back: he kisses your chin and neck, your collarbones and the hollow little crevice between them. The hand on your hip brushes down your thigh, then back up, up, until his fingers meet the folds already soaked through the fabric of your underwear. 
His touch is soft, but gains more weight as he sweeps slowly up, then brushes a thumb over the exact location of your clit.
"Oh–" 
He knows what he's found, even without the evidence of your voiceless shake of a breath. He brushes another stroke over it, and it doesn't matter that you still have your undies on – you can feel his weight, the gentle pressure he applies as he draws a circle to usher another soft moan out of you.
"You like that?"
"Mhm," is the only thing you are able to answer.
"That's it…" he cheers you on with calm assurance. "Gonna make you feel good. And that's a promise."
You catch a hint of ego in that promise, but there's something else, too. A fervent devotion, a bottomless need to please you no matter what. The right man, definitely: not someone who is only after their own satisfaction. You don't exactly need the answer anymore, but you ask the final, burning question nonetheless.
"Simon?"
"Speak your mind, love."
"Are you disappointed…?"
He stops again, a breath away from you. 
"Disappointed?" He sounds quite shocked, almost appalled. "...Disa–"
He huffs, then reaches to cup your face. You raise your eyes to his and see that he's…ardent, and very, very serious.
"Love, I'm honored."
You can only blink at the solemn vow, and he slowly shakes his head.
"Silly little thing…" 
It's something he muses almost to himself before he drags his fingers over your sternum and down your stomach, reverently, like you're a piece of precious porcelain. But the heat in his eyes is back, and your fingers curl to grasp a fistful of sheet as his hand disappears underneath the cloth, when he finally touches you with nothing in between.
You suppose it's his middle finger that sweeps over your clit this time, then slips between your folds without effort. It coaxes your thighs open to give him better access, and access he has: he curls the finger until it almost dips inside. Your lips part with a quiet sigh as your chin climbs toward the ceiling.
"Look at that… All wet and sweet for me already."
The way you expose your neck is like an invitation: he buries his face in your neck, tries to drown in the scent and feel of you while gliding across the wetness down below. He spreads moisture on the tight bud, and you jerk a little from how sensitive it is – he huffs a smile in your ear. It makes you release the sheet and reach out to grasp him by the neck, to make him stay precisely where he is, close like this, so close…
"Do ya even know how bloody sweet you are?"
The last of your wits make a vanishing act as he breathes more praise on your skin. You're languid in his arms, feeling both weightless and heavy, like you're sinking into the mattress, and then his hand moves lower; one thick finger is plunged slowly inside. 
Oh God oh God–
You feel him, all of him, filling and spreading you. And it's not enough… not nearly enough.
"We'll take it nice and slow, alright?" He whispers in your ear, and you tighten around him like on command. "Got all night to make a mess of you. That sound good?"
You can't help it: your lips draw into a smile when thinking about all the things he will do to you, all the sweet things you've always waited to happen. 
"Yes."
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heartsforhavik · 4 months
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mk1 men x reader hcs (fanfic tropes edition)
pairings: havik, johnny cage, kung lao, raiden, rain, syzoth, shang tsung, smoke x reader (all separate)
warnings: slight angst in havik’s bc his past is damn sad. slight gore in shang tsung’s. slight spoilers for mk1 story mode. reader is gender neutral in all.
summary: sfw headcanons of you and the mk1 men but with common fanfic tropes (only one bed, coffee shop, enemies to lovers, etc)
a/n: this. took. 6 hours. i was gonna put baraka, reiko, liu kang, and bi-han, but they didn’t make the cut lol. also if anyone wants, i can turn any of these into full fics. all u gotta do is request it!!
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havik: only one bed
- you and havik were very close. you knew each other pretty well, but that’s about it. you were never more than friends, even if you wish you were. even if your banter together suggests to be more than friends, you usually assume it’s just a joke.
- until you both had to take shelter in an abandoned house. you were on the run, trying to escape the soldiers in sun do chasing you both down.
- what you didn’t know was that there was only one bed inside.
- “you may rest on the bed. i can just rest on the floor or keep watch.” havik offered.
- “no, you deserve rest too. we’ve had a long day. you should sleep.” you told him.
- havik sighed. “there is no point in arguing. perhaps we can share?”
- the idea made you a bit flustered, but you were not against it one bit. you found havik attractive, and you respected him like he respected you. but the idea of sharing the same bed is so… intimate. it’s like he trusted you enough to be beside you while he slept. it was flattering.
- you agreed to his offer, and crawled to opposite sides of the bed. he had his back turned to you, and you could clearly see his back muscles and his biceps in the dim light crawling through the window. thank god the moon was bright, so you can clearly look at him.
- you were so close. it was almost embarrassing how you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. you were basically ogling at him while he slept.
- but you snapped out of it and you slowly succumbed to sleep, not knowing havik was awake the whole time.
- havik tossed and turned, he couldn’t stop thinking about how you felt comfortable enough to be next to him while you slept. you’re so vulnerable. you looked so peaceful and delicate while you slept. usually he’d refuse to go to sleep since he doesn’t really need to, but he wanted to take the opportunity to be close to you.
- he’s a stubborn guy, always wanting revenge for his past in seido. he’s bitter. he’s angry. he wants freedom for other seidans like him. he craves liberation and to bless others lives with anarchy. but it’s in times like these when he can finally relax. when he can just sigh in contentment, and sit next to you as you slept.
- you looked so happy as his ally, having the freedom to do what you want. havik sees you as a symbol of what life can look like for others. surely if you’re happy and free, other people can be too?
- he also knew he had feelings for you. he tried to push them away and pretend you were just allies, because he wants to focus on his pursuit to liberation. but someday.. someday when he achieves said liberation… he’ll confess his feelings. someday, havik will finally feel safe enough to be vulnerable with someone for the first time after years of being a slave. and if he had to be vulnerable with anyone in all the realms, it’d be you. someday.
johnny cage: fake relationship
- you were a famous actor. you weren’t incredibly famous or anything, but you were definitely well-known.
- one day at another actor’s party, you happened to meet johnny cage.
- “did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” johnny flirted, giving you a wink.
- you both got along for a few hours, laughing and talking as if you were old friends. you even gave him your number with no hesitation.
- but what you didn’t know was that somebody took photos of you two and posted them online. and the internet started assuming you were a couple because of how happy you both looked.
- your names were trending on twitter and fans everywhere were hoping you were a real couple.
- then, johnny himself texted you, proposing that you both went along with it and pretended to be a couple. you agreed, of course.
- so for the next few weeks, you both went to visit each other frequently and got ‘caught’ by the paparazzi many times. pictures and videos of you two were everywhere. you and johnny had lots of fun together going through the edits and fan accounts that were already made.
- but, you were secretly really enjoying the ‘fake’ relationship you two had. you actually wanted him for real. you didn’t know that he was doing the same.
- you found out one day when you were at his mansion for the thousandth time. he took a quick bathroom break and you wanted to scare him when he came back, so you hid somewhere he couldn’t see you. but you happened to overhear a phone call between him and his friend.
- “i’m telling you kenshi, this one is special. i really like them. a lot. i don’t think i want our relationship to be fake anymore. they’re just so understanding, and fun, and hot! but i don’t know. i don’t know if they like me too.” johnny admitted over a call.
- you were shocked. he actually had feelings for you too. you immediately came out of your hiding spot and confronted him.
- “oh shit. you heard that?!” johnny cursed.
- but his panic died down as soon as you admitted your feelings too. neither of you admitted your relationship was fake at first, but neither of you cared about the media anymore. because your love is real and genuine now.
kung lao: coffee shop au
- there was a coffee shop you owned and worked at in your village.
- it was pretty successful, and you got quite a few customers every day. it wasn’t too exciting though. at least until kung lao walked in for the first time.
- he was immediately attracted to you at first sight.
- he and raiden had to find a different place to rest at after work that day, since madam bo’s was temporarily closed.
- kung lao walked inside, not expecting anything exciting. until he saw you behind the counter. your eyes sparkled and your smile grew when you greeted him and raiden, offering them a seat and asking them what they wanted to order. he couldn’t even think straight. he was so lost in your eyes.
- “what can i get you two?”
- “uh. um. uhhh… i’d like uh…. coffee?”
- “what kind?” you sweetly asked.
- “coffee.” he blurted.
- you didn’t know he liked you, you honestly thought he was just indecisive. you were very patient with him though, since you thought he was cute.
- raiden instantly saw how kung lao was speechless at the sight of you, and teased his friend about it.
- “you like them, huh?”
- “what? psh, no.. maybe… so?”
- raiden came up to you while you were making the coffee, and let you know about his friend’s interest.
- “i think kung lao has a bit of an interest in you… but you didn’t hear it from me!” raiden whispered.
- the cute guy in your shop had an interest in you? yeah, sure. you didn’t really believe him. but a part of you hoped it was true.
- kung lao took his sweet time in the shop, and stayed for hours before it closed. even after raiden left, he still stayed just to talk to you. he kept ordering coffee over and over so he had an excuse to stay.
- before it closed, you asked him how the coffee was. clearly he really liked it because of how much he ordered it, right?
- “actually… i’m not a fan of coffee. i just wanted to talk to you.” kung lao admitted.
- thankfully, his efforts did not go to waste. he left the shop with a big smile on his face and a napkin with your number on it. he was definitely going to visit the shop every day now.
- oh and also, he kept that napkin. even years into your relationship, he never threw it away.
raiden: childhood friends to lovers
- you and raiden were friends since you were children. you used to run around the fields of your village together and play games without a care in the world.
- you both remained friends all the way to adulthood, even though you didn’t get to talk often since you had moved away and you wrote letters to one another every now and then. but you decided to move back home one day.
- upon seeing how you look now, he was pleasantly surprised. you looked absolutely amazing.
- you decided to catch up with one another, still getting along and sharing stories and memories you had with each other. it’s almost as if you never left. you were even meeting up every day.
- “it’s almost as if you never left. you know, you look amazing.” raiden complimented.
- “thanks, raiden. you look great too! especially when you come back from a long day in the fields, i can clearly see some muscle there. you put in a lot of work, huh?” you teased, making him blush.
- “well, uh, i do my best. i know what i do makes the village thrive. but.. i didn’t know you noticed. and i didn’t know you were looking at my uh, muscles.” he replied, slightly exposing you.
- that pretty much continued for a few weeks, as you both were slightly flirting but neither of you actually made the first move. but one day, raiden finally gained the courage to confess to you.
- he woke up early that morning to freshen himself up and give himself a pep talk in front of his bathroom mirror.
- “okay, you can do this raiden. just tell them how you feel. can’t be that hard…” he told himself.
- he rushed to buy goods and some candy for you, preparing a basket full of it. he was ready to confess his feelings to you.
- he showed up at your doorstep, and raiden was thinking of everything that could possibly go wrong. maybe you were in a bad mood? maybe he bought too much candy? was he shaking? did his hair look nice?
- “raiden? what’s up?” you asked, answering the door.
- “listen, i uh.. i like you. a lot. i really enjoyed being your friend all these years, but i fell in love with you over these past few weeks. i couldn’t stop thinking of you pretty much every day, it was like i was put under a spell. but i suppose, in a way, i was. you have bewitched me body and soul. i haven’t felt this way for anyone before.” raiden admitted.
- he kind of rambled a bit, but you understood exactly what he meant. you felt the same way.
- raiden was extremely relieved that you reciprocated his feelings. you both went on to have a happy, safe relationship. you wouldn’t change it for the world.
rain: rivals to lovers
- rain was a mage. and so were you.
- however, he mastered the ways of water. you mastered fire. they don’t go together.
- “my water will put out your flames.” rain threatened.
- “oh no, a splash of water, i’m so scared.” you replied sarcastically.
- you both tried to one-up the other every time you saw each other, refusing to show weakness. you couldn’t even be in a room together without staring each other down the whole time.
- the longer you were rivals, the more tension there was between you. other people even assumed you were dating already.
- you both wanted to be the most powerful mage in outworld. you just couldn’t agree on anything. he was so annoying, wasn’t he? and the way he would stare at you at every chance he got. the way he always had his full attention on you. even the way he was so dedicated to arguing with you for months.
- until you two finally sparred together.
- “i am tired of you. please shut up.” rain groaned.
- “make me.” you threatened.
- “oh, i will.”
- then, you both ended up fighting for hours. it was an even match. neither of you wished to give up, but you were tired of fighting.
- “listen, rain.. i think we should just admit it’s a tie…” you said, panting between words.
- “you think?” rain sighed, as you both finally stopped fighting.
- you both took a moment to sit down and regain your energy in silence. comfortable silence.
- something was probably in the air, because you were suddenly not fighting. neither verbally nor physically. just.. enjoying each other’s company for the first time in months.
- “you’re… very strong.” rain mumbled.
- “oh? what was that? can you repeat that for me? i don’t think i heard you very clearly…” you teased.
- he rolled his eyes. “you heard me loud and clear.”
- you laughed. “yeah, i did. thanks, zeffeero. you’re pretty strong too. to be honest, i was kind of nervous for this fight. i know we always argue, but i still admire your skills… i guess.” you admitted.
- his eyes widened in surprise. “oh… thank you. i always admired your skills as well. your pyromancy is extremely impressive. perhaps…” he put a finger to his chin. “we should train together instead of fighting.”
- you agreed to his offer and you started frequently sparring together in a friendly way. you even ended up confessing to one another after a few weeks of friendliness, and becoming a powerful couple. you’re both grateful for your rivalry in the beginning, because you have already seen the worst of each other. now, you can see only the good parts in one another.
syzoth: forbidden love
- you were royalty and you were ordered to marry other royalty or at least rich
- when you met syzoth, you immediately fell in love
- “are you sure you want *me,* your highness? i mean, i could never distract you from the throne..” syzoth asked, always feeling insecure.
- “nonsense, syzoth.” you comforted. “i truly love you. i don’t care if you aren’t royalty.”
- but the more you spent time with him, the more terrible you felt, knowing you couldn’t marry him
- but at the same time… it felt so fun. sneaking him inside the palace and trying not to get caught. cuddling in bed at night and talking quietly so you won’t be heard. syzoth turning invisible anytime you heard guards nearby. the thrill of it just made your romance more fun.
- until you *actually* got caught. that wasn’t fun.
- your name was dragged through dirt for being in love with a zaterran. you were shunned from your family. but that didn’t stop you from being with him.
- “your highness, please, don’t risk the throne for me. you shouldn’t be seen with me anymore. i do not wish to make you suffer.” syzoth begged. he didn’t want to leave you, but he didn’t want to see your life fall apart because of him.
- “i don’t care. you make me so happy, syzoth. you love me for who i am, and i do the same for you. i have no problems with giving up my status for you. besides, you aren’t ruining my life. you’re making it so much better.” you reassured.
- but it turns out, you got to keep your throne. you threatened to leave your palace and give up your royalty, but your family didn’t want that. so they reluctantly let you have syzoth as your consort, even though half of the kingdom wasn’t very pleased with that. you didn’t care. you were just glad you don’t have to keep your lover a secret anymore.
shang tsung: partners in crime (it’s not rlly a trope but who cares)
- shang tsung ? dedicated to someone and working alongside them ? what is this sorcery…
- it’s self explanatory. you and him are just a power couple. you fight alongside one another and you help him come up with plans.
- anytime one of you gets in trouble, the other helps. you’re just two troublemaking lovers bent on destroying the people around you. it’s a surprisingly healthy relationship considering the fact that you both ruin lives and kill people daily.
- shang tsung is devoted to you. he would kill for you without hesitation. and he expects the same from you. he sees you as his equal and he expects you to always be there for him and support his decisions, no matter how twisted they are. he does listen to your input and opinions, but that doesn’t mean he takes orders from you.
- oh remember how you both kill people together? he loves your strength. he loves how you look when you kill people. all his favorite memories with you are when you kiss while standing on the dead bodies of his enemies.
- “darling, you look absolutely ravishing. but must you be so messy?” shang tsung asks, pointing at your blood-stained clothes.
- “thank you, my love. i know i was a bit messy, but don’t you think it’s a representation of our hard work? our art?” you reason.
- shang tsung smiled at your explanation. “you have a point. you’ve always been so good at winning me over.”
- even when he was almost locked up outworld. if it wasn’t for you, he probably would’ve been executed.
- you noticed he never came home one day, and you knew something was up, you felt it in your gut.
- you went around outworld, specifically sun do. you wore a disguise and simply walked around, hoping someone would mention seeing him. considering the fact that you and him are both very recognizable faces in outworld, someone must’ve seen him.
- “did you hear shang tsung is finally lock up in sun do’s prisons?” you hear a merchant say.
- in prison? he got caught? whatever, you can lecture shang tsung later. you had to save him first.
- you broke into the prison at night, knocking out every umgadi soldier you saw. they definitely will try to find you when they wake up, but that didn’t matter to you. all that mattered to you at the moment was that you had to free your lover.
- “amazing work, darling.” shang tsung praised, as soon as he saw you in front of his cell.
- “praise me later, i’ll break you out now.” you whispered, hoping no other umgadi showed up.
- you both ran out the palace, not caring about whatever destruction you caused in the process of escaping.
- that whole scenario happens at least once every few months now. you always have to save his ass every time shang tsung gets put in a jail. in return, he grants you freedom and his love. he hopes someday he can rule the realms with you by his side as his consort.
- for now, he must be patient. his dream will come true someday, but for now, he is content with always being on the run with you. living a couple years of crime with his beloved doesn’t bother him one bit.
smoke: grumpy x sunshine
- smoke is not a completely soft, happy-go-lucky guy. he is a brave fighter that puts his strength and energy into the shirai ryu. however, he’s still extremely kind to his loved ones.
- when he met you, he was confused about your cold, almost angry exterior. it almost gave him flashbacks to the way bi-han treated him when he was a child.
- thankfully, you weren’t that bad. you weren’t mean, just distant and occasionally emotionless. smoke made it his personal mission to help you prove yourself non-intimidating now that you were a couple. especially because you were very soft in private.
- people were usually confused when they found out you two were together. how can someone as kind as tomas choose to be with you? you’re total opposites.
- he always defended you from your doubters. he gets annoyed when someone puts your name in their mouths. if only they understood you. if only they put in the effort to get to know you, they’d understand.
- but you reassured him that you can’t control what other people think. he knows you’re right, but he still can’t help but wish other people would stop judging you just because you ‘look’ mean.
- “i just wish they would see you for who you are. i know you aren’t rude. you’re just.. a bit distant.” smoke sighed.
- “don’t stress about it, tomas.” you reassured, running your fingers through his hair. “i appreciate that you defend me all the time, but it’s kind of my fault. you don’t need to apologize for how i act.”
- however, smoke now has scary dog privileges. (it’s you you’re the scary dog)
- anytime a random person comes up and flirts with him, they see your death stare behind him and immediately run away. even if you aren’t doing it on purpose.
- anytime someone tries to use him for his kindness, you shut them down and defend him. but it’s not that smoke *needs* defending. he’s strong enough, but you still like to step in and defend him just like he defends you.
- he appreciates that you look out for him just like he does for you. you both love each other very much, and he accepts you for who you are. he doesn’t judge you for struggling to express emotions, and he learned to read your emotions in smaller gestures like your body language and your eyes. you are his love, his treasure, his beloved. he just wants you to be happy and safe, no matter what other people say about your relationship.
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volensnolenss · 2 months
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𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬
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CHARACTERS: gojo, geto, nanami, sukuna;
CONTENT: sfw, female reader, relationships are not established but this hcs lead to make you a couple;
NOTE: i can’t believe i did that
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GOJO
“well, a kiss is supposed to have feelings and affection. it's not just touching lips, but also-”you interrupt him, snorting under your breath, “then show me” you fuss on the bed, satoru calmly walks back and forth, his complacency circles you, “okay” and he approaches you, slightly spreading your knees.
you squeeze the sheet under you, and satoru's lips touch yours. gojo's arms wrap around your waist, he puts you on your back. his tongue enthusiastically circles your lower lip and penetrates into your mouth, intertwining with yours, sparing no air. your fingers are combing the back of satoru's head; all you can do is open your lips, letting him do whatever he wants.
gojo, on the other hand, was elated that he had such an opportunity: to touch the way he wanted, to leave a mess on your soft lips, to caress them greedily with his wet tongue. he moans softly when you aggressively deepen the kiss with him, moving closer to his face. you feel that you would rather faint than learn anything, and you reluctantly stop, looking at each other's heated lips, “did you understand?” he speaks to you haltingly and swallows, licking his lips, “more than i needed”
GETO
“do you really want me to show it?” suguru smiles at you without any grin or cunning, there is understanding in his eyes that helps you stand still. “i won't ask your friend to do that.” geto giggled and returned to your request, “i'll be gentle,” he stepped towards you, his palms lay on your face, cupping your chin, he brings you closer to himself.
suguru's lips teasingly slowly cover yours, gently tracing their contour. you give in to him, your hands resting on his chest. you can't even imagine how good you feel with him now.
geto is attentive and sensitive, he vividly embellishes your feelings through a kiss that you don't want to break away from him, “yes, that's it” suguru exhales and kisses you again, biting your lower lip. your soft and sweet lips seem to have been
created for him, you don't understand how much you make him feel good, “keep it going—your lips are beautiful” he whispers to you, restraining himself from greedily joining you, “baby, let me one more time”
you blow his mind.
NANAMI
his face became serious after your request. he believes that a kiss is a very intimate thing shared by people who love each other.
“kento, i trust only you, please. just you and me. no one will know about it.” he sighs and nods, “for the first and last time,” you smile, beaming all over and nodding with joy.
kento gently puts his hands on your back, pulls you closer to him and his lips gently cover yours, gently tasting them. you were always sure that behind his seriousness and coldness there was a gentle and understanding nature, and your beliefs were confirmed.
nanami tilts his head to the side and gently bites your lip, continuing to snuggle against them just as calmly. your hands gripped his shoulders tenaciously, you feel so good under the pressure of his kiss, “is everything okay?” nanami stopped, holding you by the back. you get embarrassed, “yeah, it's... very nice” you look at each other for a while, “then i lied to you that this is the last time” and he kisses you warmly, maintaining delicacy.
you catch your breath convulsively, giving yourself completely to kento, his strokes on your back and a kiss.
SUKUNA
“no.” he said you as he scuttled off, but you know perfectly well how to influence personalities like sukuna. you sit on the opposite side of him, “so you can't do it” to your disappointment, sukuna yawns, leaving you without an answer. “thousand-year-old virgin...” you can feel the temperature in the room starting to rise and if you had a thermometer at hand, it would definitely crack, “it'll be the last thing you say, doll.”
your altercation lasted for 10 minutes until he dragged you roughly to him and sat you down on his lap, furiously sealing a kiss, “you!” he puts his finger against your mouth, “stop talking.” sukuna continues his kiss you by dipping his hand into your hair, and you wrap your little arms around his neck. you are attracted to him, his rudeness and strength—it all attracts you to him.
you get goosebumps when the sukuna increases the pressure, insistently penetrating with his tongue and running it over your teeth. he growls, clutching your hair, and you involuntarily prick him with your nails, demanding even more, but he pulls away and grins at the way you look at him with displeasure, “is someone offended? ”his palm wraps around your chin and sukuna smacks you again.
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loveemagicpeace · 10 months
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Relationships💍🦋🩵
💍Moon in Cancer -will love your tender, emotional side. They like it when someone notices their emotions. Since this is a very intuitive sign, they always feel how you feel and put themselves before others when they love them. They are very protective of the people they love and will always stand up for them and make sacrifices. They really give a lot of love and take a lot of time.
🩵Moon in Taurus - like comfort and stability. When they love you, they will do a lot for you. Because they need physical touch, they will always look for ways to touch you. They will always want to be by your side. They show love through actions and will always go out of their way to do things for you. They will cook you food or prepare things for you.
🫧If you have moon in fire sign , there is a need for life to be a colourful place of risks and potentials. You like action. And you are a person who can be very independent. If your partner moon is in earth sign he will be more pratical then you are. And maybe they won't get so caught up in such things.
🦋Venus suggests a more adult level of affection and bonding - what we want others to appreciate and admire in us. if your Venus is, say, in Capricorn or in aspect to Saturn (suggesting a controlled and self-contained relating style) and your partner or friend has Venus in Sagittarius or aspecting Jupiter (suggesting an extraverted aesthetic and enjoyment of the good life.
🪴Saturn- Venus synastry this relationsip will always be serious and involve forward thinking. A relationship that can be built over the long term.
☁️Neptune-Venus synastry both of you can think a lot about each other and daydream. The union will seem magical and spiritual to both.
🧁7th house relationships are usually stable, beautiful, you feel for the person that they are ideal partner for you. This house also represents your descendant which means the opposite of what you are. This relationship is never a downfall or a waste of time, because from this relationship you can learn to be more like yourself. Relationships in the 8th house, on the other hand, show a deeper connection with the person. It shows deep intimate involvement. This house takes us into deeper processes of intimacy and sharing. This house is about sharing things with other people. How do you share deeper secrets, money, the dark part of yourself with a person.
🎸Mars in 7th house synastry can mean that you will want to see this person in any way or know what they are doing. You can become obsessed with this person. Mercury in 8th house synastry can mean that you will share with the person all your thoughts and secrets that you have (this can also include your relatives). You will feel like you want to trust this person with everything. Venus in 8th house synastry can mean that you want to share with the person everything related to your pleasures (everything you enjoy) you want to enjoy with this person. You share food, music, love, money with them.
🌅5th house shows romance with a person. How do you find fun with this person, what do you have in common, how do you have fun together. The 4th house shows family and comfort with this person. What kind of home do you have with the person, how do you work at home.
🌼If saturn falls in one of your relationship houses or it aspects the moon or venus in your chart you might will seek a long- term commitment. The Moon will always be conjured in a marriage. Because it represents emotions, concern, sense. Venus always represents a romantic marriage.
🐚The mutable signs often seem commitment -shy. Also they need a room to feel free. Their energy can change quickly and they can be prone to giving up at times. The fixed signs are the most inclined to seek the stability and permanence in relationships. They will stick with it through all weathers - even when the fire has gone out. The cardinal signs often fall in love quickly but these people are also inclined to move on swiftly too, once the relationship is over.
🌾Any slow-moving planet can signal a significant point in a relationship, typically when it transits Venus, the Moon, the Descendant, or planets in the 7th and 8th houses.
🌱Saturn transit in 7th house usually represents something serious. To start thinking more about relationships or what you really need. You might fall in love under a transit of Neptune because it awakens a yearning for romance. Also neptune represents love from the past. When it is transited by Venus, it can mean that old love returns. But also you might fall in love under a transit of Uranus because it jolts you out of your comfort zone and changes everything. But it will happen unexpectedly. Out of blue.
❤️‍🔥You fight according to your mars. With mars in capricorn you will always react coldly, harshly. With mars in cancer your reaction will always be emotional and possibly manipulative. With mars in scoprio your reactions will not be visible immediately, but your intense nature will be felt. With mars in sagittarius your response will often be impulsive and fiery with a lot of strong opinion. With mars in leo your response will be dramatic and fiery.
💘You make peace according to your Venus. Perhaps via a verbal apology or something related to words with venus in gemini. Through the classic peace offering , or food with venus in taurus.
-Rebekah🐚💍🎸
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luveline · 10 months
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Hi id love to send u a request but I just can't match your genius mind, id looooveee more zombie!au Steve!!! 🥺🥺🥺🫶🏻🫶🏻 maybe smth about r or Steve almost being bitten by a geek?
hi!! thank you angel!! zombie au steve x fem!reader, 3k
"Sneaking around with your boyfriend would've been considered sort of scandalous a few years ago," you think aloud, eyes skipping over medication labels slowly. "Now it's the norm."
"We are the opposite of scandalous," Steve says. 
You push pill bottles aside to meet his eyes through the gap in the shelves. He narrows his gaze. "You know how you saw me naked, like, a week after we met?" 
Steve's glare turns playfully salacious. "Yeah?" 
"Did that make it less, uh, important? Not important. Was it less intimate for you when I was naked on purpose?" 
Steve returns his eyes to the pill bottles. "No." 
"Is that weird for me to ask you?" 
"No, that's not weird, why would that be weird?" He looks up again. His expression softens. "Don't worry, it's not weird. It's a normal question. You're wondering if I was… desensitised." 
"Yeah, exactly. Were you desensitised?" 
Trust Steve to say something snippy and then feel bad enough afterwards to immediately backtrack. There's no need for him to feel guilty because you'd known he was joking, and if he weren't it wouldn't matter to you —you know being outside of camp makes him nervous, and tightly strung. You aren't expecting him to be all smiles, especially when you're asking peculiar questions. 
"If anything," he says, his voice a murmur that evidences shy affection, "it was way more special. I knew you back to front already, but the first time you showed me you, on purpose, it was different." 
You grin at him. "Like a look don't touch scenario where you finally get to touch?" 
"I'm trying to be sweet on you." 
"What was it like?" you ask. Your smile is audible. 
"Like fucking relief." He reaches through the shelves to squeeze your hand. "You're being slow." 
You take your hand back and return to the task. You're looking for anti-seizure medication for one of the children at camp. It's an important mission and neither of you had hesitated when Joyce asked you to go, but you can't say you enjoy being out here. Talking to Steve makes things better. Easier to cope. Talking to Steve about loving him and being loved by him could make you forget a pike through the chest. 
You move to the next shelf below. 
There aren't many drugs for epilepsy. You aren't sure the child even has epilepsy, but no one has the knowledge to identify anything else. Sarah (Robin's fast friend from camp) read in her field medic journal that a seizure can be caused by lots of things, and she also said that sometimes what looks like a seizure isn't a seizure at all. What is it, then? you'd asked. 
The page was missing. 
You're working through a mental list of four drugs methodically, scanning and rescanning the labels on the bottles in the back of a pharmacy. This is the raw stuff, the kind that sometimes needs to be ground and poured into capsules with filler, so if you do find the right meds you'll also need to find a pestle and some other equipment. It's a hassle, but it's worth it completely if it helps. 
"Clonazepam," you read. You lift your head. "Steve, that's the right one, right? Clonazepam?" 
Steve's head snaps up. "Yeah, that's the last resort one. Where's that?" 
He rounds the shelves to be on the same side as you, seemingly hoping for similar medications to be in the same place. His hand drops casually to your shoulder as he bends, reading each label with a determined brow. 
"Valproate," he says, relieved, hand closing around another bottle. "Okay, two options. Thank god." 
"Do they have the side effects on the bottle?" you ask. 
Steve turns the bottle but there's no second label.
"The side effects are usually worse than the original problem," he says, frowning, "remember those migraine pills we found, the leaflet?" That's how bored you and Steve had become at one point in your isolation, you'd started reading medical pamphlets. "I'd rather have a headache than lose my sense of smell." 
"Depends on how bad the headache is. You keep looking for the, uh, the carba-Tegre one. I'll go scout the equipment." 
"Tegretol," he corrects lightly. "Carbamazepine, brand name Tegretol." 
You're impressed by his memory. He sees that, and he lifts his hand to you. Palm your way, you can see he's written the names of the medication as you'd been advised to find by one of the camp members, a retired carer who worked bedside for a lady who suffered from epilepsy. 
"Your spelling is terrible," you say. 
"Whatever," he says flippantly. You're barely ten paces away when he adds, "I love you." 
"I love you too," you say. There's no need to call. The building, this entire town, is silent. You'll hear a geek a mile away. 
You poke at dusty equipment sceptically. You don't need filler, you don't think, but it affects absorption, maybe? You're not a pharmacist nor a chemist, whoever's watching knows you didn't have time to become much of anything, you're just doing as the retired carer advised. There's a press contraption with what feels like hundreds of caplet sized holes toward the front. You put it in your bag and lament its weight as you search for a pestle. 
"I've found the filler," Steve says. "There's a huge container of it. Lactose. And another of starch."
"Starch, like potatoes? We could put her medicine in mash potato."
"I think we just need a pestle and a weighing scale now. And some hand sanitiser." 
"I'll have the scales and the sanitiser, what about Robin's deodorant?" you ask. 
"At the front. I'll get it. You'll have another one?" 
"Please tell me they have that Carribean Crush one again, it was lovely." 
"You're lovely. I'll find it." 
The weighing scale must get its name from how ridiculously heavy it is. That along with the pestle has your bag feeling like a boulder attached to your neck. Maybe Steve will be willing to share the load with you. Actually, there's no need for maybe. If you tell him, he'll carry it with you happily. 
You scan the room for useful things. Batteries, food, things you've trained your eye to pick out of a bomb site if necessary. You pocket a pen for Steve and leave the rest where it lays, stepping out into the slightly bigger medications room before rounding a plexiglass wall to the pharmacy counter. Steve crouches down the aisleway, rejected roll-on deodorant on the floor beside him. 
You're about ten feet away from him when the geek lunges for him. 
You can't even tell it's a geek at first, it moves quickly, quietly, smooth as a living human. They've become diverse as the infection thrives, and you should've been thinking about that fact. You should've been standing at the front of the room. 
You freeze. You freeze and you waste time. 
"Steve!" you shriek. 
Steve's flat on his side, kicking with the entire force of his body. The geek actually bounces back with the force of each kick, but he's persistent, and stronger than he should be, a mottled hand on Steve's shoulder and decaying teeth snapping with a sound like cracking marble near his face. Steve tries to scramble from under the geek and its face falls down by Steve's ribs and upper arm. He yanks his arm away, and there's an odd ripping sound. 
You run so fast down the aisle to protect him that you can't slow, the entire weight of your body and the heavy bag you carry throttling the geek with a horrid slap against the glass door. It flies open and you topple out onto asphalt, sliding across the geek's body and taking the brunt of your rolling in your hands and the top of your face. Steve shouts a war cry and barrels after you. You go on knees, hands trembling and rushing as you grab for the knife in your belt. Steve lands on top of the geek and drives the blade of his pen knife straight into the crease between its brows, grunting as he goes, his breath coming too fast. 
You've clipped your head on the floor, the warmth of blood trickling down your brow. It doesn't concern you. 
What concerns you is the sizable tear in Steve's coat. 
He almost cuts you with his knife as you run at him, yanking the sleeves of his coat and jacket down. 
"What– what are you doing?" he asks. You tug at his sleeve like you've been possessed, panic a coil that won't loosen in your throat. "What–?" 
If he's been bitten, you'll have to saw his arm off. It's the most horrible thing you can think of, hurting someone you love, hurting the one person you love most. Your breath is half sob as you finally get his outerwear off of his arm. You don't know how to do that to somebody and especially Steve, how could you ever sever a limb? But if it will stop the infection, if it would save him—
You push the long sleeve of his t-shirt up his arm and stare down at his arm. Bruised near the wrist, pale, threaded with dark-green veins, his skin is unbroken. He hasn't been bitten. 
You pull his arm to your chest and almost break down there in the street. Steve stands with his coat hanging off of his one shoulder and doesn't respond to your actions for a long, heavy second. 
"You thought it bit me," he says. 
Your breath catches. 
"It didn't bite you." 
"No," he says, "it didn't bite me." 
"Your coat." 
Steve pulls you back inside of the store. He looks around the room twice, and then leads you to an empty corner to hug you. 
You're frenetic and frantic at once, hands sliding up and down his arm, eyes tracing his light skin like an injury might materialise. 
"It didn't bite me," Steve says, "but you're bleeding." 
You hiss as his fingertip locates your cut forehead. It must be a very small cut considering how little it bled. You've had head injuries that wept for hours, leaving you dizzy and disorientated from the subsequent lack of blood. This one's a wimp. 
You've also seriously hurt your shoulder from the backpack's weight and your small skirmish. You're not going to tell him that, not now, not when you've been dropped face first into the horror of potentially losing him forever. 
Steve eases out of his jacket. He takes your hand from his arm and pushes both sleeves up, bearing both arms in front of you. 
"It didn't get me, honey. Try to calm down." 
He says it softly, with no judgement or condescension. Only concern. 
"I'm fine," you say. 
It's strangled, you'll admit. Steve turns his arms to show you both sides before he tilts your head up and toward the meagre filtering sunlight, analysing your head injury in detail. 
"Did you hurt yourself? When you fell, did it feel like you hit it hard, or was it something sharp?" You don't answer, and he gets snippy. "Y/N, tell me. Did it hurt?" 
"Steve, you're the one who almost got bit." 
"And you're the one who almost died of a fucking concussion not that long ago, in case you forgot. Sit down. I'm not kidding, sit down." 
You blink, mildly startled by his hissing, and sit on the ground. He's being snappy because he's panicking, that's all it is. You hold back an unhelpful comment that your concussion had been months and months ago, so it kind of was long ago. 
He lets his coat and jacket fall to the floor and jogs back up the aisle to the bandages and gauze. He takes a detour for antiseptic, and then he sets himself down in front of you. 
"Did you hit it hard?" he asks. 
You shake your head. 
He doused a piece of gauze in antiseptic. "Sting," he warns, washing the length of your forehead with his makeshift wipe. He quickly swaps the bloodied one for a clean one. "Hold this." 
You hold it. He gets back up, scouring the shelves by the bandages until he plucks out a small box. He crushes it with his hand and the medical tape inside falls into his waiting palm. He sits again, tears two strips, and lines the edges of your gauze with them. It would all be much easier if they had big band-aids. 
"Show me your pupils, baby," he says. 
Steve, for his street smarts and survival skills, used to freak out about injuries. But Steve freaking out freaks you out and he guessed that soon enough, so every cut and bruise these days is met with a silent approach. It's the opposite of your reaction. Embarrassment starts to creep in. 
You widen your eyes and let Steve check your pupils. 
"Same size," he says. 
"It's just a cut." 
Steve shuffles across the floor so his thigh is pressed to yours, rather than having his back to the store. He breathes out slowly, breathes in quick, and then forces the bottom of his palm into his thigh cruelly. 
"How the fuck did that happen?" he asks. If he weren't being hyper vigilant, he'd be scrubbing his eyes in a tell tale nervous tic. "We haven't had something like that in months. We swept this whole place when we came in, where the fuck was he hiding? I feel sick." 
"You do?" you ask, terrified. 
"It didn't bite me," he assures you again. Thankfully without any annoyance. 
"It ripped a chunk out of your coat with its teeth. Forgive me for thinking your skin was less hardy than pressed plastic." 
Your acidity shocks you both. 
Things are awkward for a split second, 'cos it's difficult to feel awkward around someone who you've spent every second of the day with since you met. You feel for a moment that you could just take him by the shoulders and shake him. You love him, you could never hurt him, but he has to see sense: he doesn't understand how much you need him. Not to keep you alive, but to give you a reason to do it yourself. If he got bit, you'd die. Plain and simple. Internally first, but surely the heartbreak would murder you in the end. 
"I didn't know you were so disagreeable," Steve says. 
"I didn't know you knew a word that long."
Steve laughs, startled. You want to be mad, but you're so thankful that he's not dying and so suddenly wiped you can only laugh with him.
"I forgot how quick you are when we fight," Steve says. 
"We don't fight anymore." 
"That could be amended. Especially if you're going to get fresh with me."
"You started it." 
"I always start it." Steve flicks your shoulder."Let me see your head," he says. You turn your neck so he can see the outermost side of your head. "You swelled up like a helium balloon when you fell through that floor. It was right at the back of your head and I could tell something was wrong… This is fine. It bulged out last time." 
"It what?" you demand, pulling another rare laugh from him.
He winds down, clasping your knee. You cover his hand, and only then do you realise it's shaking.
"Steve, you almost died." 
"But I didn't die, I'm fine, and you need to stop freaking out because high blood pressure is definitely bad for a concussion. You could die yourself if you don't relax, seriously." Steve clears his throat. "Sorry, for getting heated. And thanks for knocking that guy clean off of me, what was that? You holding out on me when we wrestle? That was clean." 
"That was like, a mom's adrenaline thing. No, not 'cos I'm your mom, idiot. Loved one's adrenaline. I thought you were gonna die and suddenly I could've run for fucking gold in the Tokyo Olympics." 
"How did I get some of that? Whenever you're hurt I just feel like crying." 
"I think the crying bit comes after. Maybe if you tried getting to me quicker you'd have enough adrenaline to save me." 
He smiles before he talks, so you know it's going to be bad, "If a geek eats me during an adrenaline rush, am I a human Red Bull?"
"Okay, you have to keep an eye on the store because I need to be hugging you," you say, giving him little time to disagree as you climb on top of his lap. 
It's not comfortable nor sexy, but for once you don't care how heavy you are. You wrap your hands around the back of his neck and cradle his head, his face hooked over your shoulder so that he can still see your surroundings. He slides his hands underneath your coat and hugs you in turn. Your heart's still racing, and his hands are still shaking, but you lived. He lived. You've defeated danger for the hundredth time. 
"This really doesn't get any easier, does it?" you ask, petting his hair.  
He pats your back. "No, I don't think so. S'why I need you with me." 
"That's why I need you." 
Steve dots a quick kiss against the column of your throat. When he puts his chin back atop your shoulder, it's with a heaving sigh. 
"I can't believe you almost got bit," you say. 
"Yeah, well. Nobody has any manners anymore." 
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lyomeii · 1 year
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sleeping beauty and her best
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-> warnings: yandere themes, obsession, breaking in, stalking and much more.
-> request by anon! hi! i am obsessed with your posts and have been reading them for the past 30 minutes. if you are able to, can you do general yandere headcanons for ryuhei kuroda from lookism with a female darling who sleeps alot like naps all day
-> a/n: thank u anon, i really happy that you enjoy my works and that you made this request. i was in need to write for lookism and your requests came like a miracle, hope u enjoy :)
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-> he thought he loved neko, but turn out that was only a empty and superficial feelings he had for that woman. turn out his feelings are towards someone else, you.
-> there is something special about you. as the second born of a popular and rich businessman of your country, you had no option than going to the workers with your older sibling. where you become quite closer to neko, like her right hand.
-> and of course, you met him. ryuhei can’t deny, you are a pretty girl and a smart too. yet, he doesn’t want you to seem like he is trying to use you, so he goes by the slowy path of enchanting you.
-> watching you from afar, he notices how you spend most of the time sleeping in the couch of your place at the workers, even though you could be doing something else. ryuhei sees it as an opportunity to get you know better.
-> entering your place as you sleep to see the many things you keep for yourself. the food inside the refrigerator speaks much about you, you need to take care of yourself more! and the clothes you wear? They don’t make you look bad, but you could look even better if you try a little bit more.
-> he didn’t took anything from you nor look into you much more than mentioned. ryuhei might have entered your place without you knowing, yet he is no fool to think you won’t notice something missing, so he made sure to look like he never step inside your place.
-> now knowing your hobbies and much more than he is supposed to, ryuhei began talking with you more frequently with that knowledge. he knows how to act normal and doesn’t bring any hint for what he did last night, by the opposite, you seem to grow closer to him than before.
-> the two of you talk whatever there is free time, and ryuhei is glad that you let him closer to her you know better. you even nap at his side, resting that pretty head of yours in his shoulder, that make him know that you trust him in such intimate moment of yours.
-> others are quite surprised by the closeness of you and ryuhei. they never expected to see you, someone who often keep to yourself and spend most of the time sleeping, with ryuhei, a guy who many fear.
-> many think that you two are dating by how closer you are to him, sometimes you struggle to convince people that isn’t true. yet, with ryuhei whispers the opposite, people began thinking of you two as a couple and of course, ryuhei uses it to his side.
-> now everyone think twice when trying to approach you, knowing that ryuhei is now standing behind you as his shadow.
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dirtysvthoughts · 10 months
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𝓟 𝓡 𝓘 𝓥 𝓐 𝓣 𝓔 𝓓 𝓐 𝓝 𝓒 𝓔 𝓡 - CHAPTER TWO
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pairing: model! minghao x stripper! reader
word count: 1.5k
general tags/warnings: smut, pwp, female! reader, hao’s sorta kinda a regular customer, soft dom! minghao, steamy/intense makeout session, super/mullet minghao inspired, partial nudity, vip room sex, slight use of pet names (doll, masterpiece, baby), aaand i think that’s it
playlist songs: adorn - miguel, mushroom chocolate - quin & 6lack, anime girls - melli
notes: thank y’all for the love on pd so far! i’m getting notifs nonstop and that makes me really happy :’) hope you enjoy this week’s chapter!
taglist: @im-gemmy , @enhacolor, @hooniewnderland , @svtup , @kawaiikels @weeevrse @diorsfxck @kyexvly @woozarts @ifuckcheol (let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist)
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you apply the finishing touches to your makeup, admiring how you looked in your silver sequined two-piece set and matching seven inch heels. to your surprise, you could already hear the loud atmosphere from the dressing room - and it wasn’t even 11 o’clock yet.
“it’s gonna be a good night,” you think to yourself, smiling to yourself at the thought of you covered in hundred dollar bills.
before you head out, you scroll through your phone one last time, looking at your social media feeds. double tapping on a friend’s post, you see a notification appear at the top of your screen.
minghao: hey, are you working tonight? i’m back in town for a show, but i need to relax and see you 😩
you bite down on your lip, your eyes rereading the message and your brain taking in every word. minghao is a famous model, somewhere in the world he was always in a show, walking the runway for all of the luxury brands. his handsome looks and his insanely gorgeous figure made him the it-boy every designer and photographer dreamed of.
you first met minghao at the club a few months ago, when he came for a magazine shoot and his friends decided to take him out. the second you laid eyes on each other as you were walking around the main floor, he took you by the hand and soon you were dancing for him in front of everyone. it didn’t take long to convince minghao about getting a room, your body clenching around nothing as you think about how big and hard he was in those jeans when you started to grind on him, thanking the heavens that your outfit made it possible to feel everything.
😈: hao! yeah, i’m gonna be working tonight. pay for a room as soon as you get here and i’ll be waiting 😏
minghao: i’ll try and get there within the hour. see you soon babe ❤️
you quickly toss your phone to the side when you hear your name being called, realizing that you would just have to kill some time before you got your main event.
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as soon as they get through the doors (an hour later like he said), minghao walks in with his entourage, his dress shirt buttons deliciously exposing some of his toned chest, and his black distressed jeans accenting his legs. met with some screams, he greets his crowd as his people make sure he’s given enough space.
the music has switched a bit, and more sultry, intimate tunes fill the building. your hips rotating in rhythm as mushroom chocolate’s chorus comes on, playing with the straps of your top as you flirt with the customer in front of you.
so immersed in your own world, you don’t even realize that minghao has finally spotted you and approaches your space, sitting down a few inches away from your audience. your eyes for a split second reveal your shock and surprise, and minghao can’t help the smirk that crawls on his face.
“did you think i wouldn’t show up? i’m hurt, my pretty little doll. you know i’m a man of my word.” you stop dancing and walk towards him, gingerly sitting his lap, both your legs on opposite sides of his.
“mmm, trust me, i know you are, you know it’s just been a minute since i’ve seen you hao.. you look different,” you trail off, eyes wandering all over his body. did his muscles get bigger or something?
“good different or bad different?” he asks.
but before you can respond, someone clears their throat. the person sitting across from you and minghao stares in disbelief. right… you still had someone to “take care” of. you sigh, kind of wishing that you had gone straight to a room so your time with minghao would’ve been interruption-free.
“give me a sec, hao,” you say crawling off his lap, missing the contact and approaching the other customer. “i’m sorry, but it looks like i have to cut this short,” you say feigning a fake disappointment. “but, if you decide to wait for me, i can guarantee it’ll be worth the wait,” you say taking the cash on the floor, bending over in front of the two, teasing them. obviously you don’t notice, but minghao bites his lip at the sight, hoping that he would get to see that again in the next few minutes.
when you’re done, you take him by the hand and the lead the way up the stairs to the vip rooms. you stop at the first empty one you see, brushing the curtains away as he lets go of your hand to face you.
“you never answered my question, y’know,” he says staring directly into your eyes. you stare back at him a little confused, already forgetting what he had said earlier.
he laughs, “wow, you forgot already? what’s going on doll?”
“nothing,” you say chuckling back at him, “i just, have a lot on my mind now.. and it’s mostly you..”
“oh? care to tell me more?” he says, putting his hand on your waist, bringing you closer to him.
“i guess to answer your question, it’s a good different… you’re always hot, but tonight, hao? you’re fucking irresistible,” you swipe your tongue across your lips, biting down on your skin.
“really now?” he smiles, his lips inches away from yours. but before you can say anything else, his mouth crashes on your soft, pillowy lips, trying to take in as much as he could of you.
you put your arms around his neck, trying to bring him in closer as you match his energy and enthusiasm. minghao’s hands begin to roam your body, especially your breasts. he couldn’t help but admire how temptingly delicious they looked in your bra piece. you moan into his touch at every little trace and brush, craving for more.
“mm, minghao!” you whimper when he get adventurous and delicately touches your crotch, and you clench yet again around nothing. you continue to moan out his name in bliss and neediness, but after a minute, an idea pops in your head.
“m-minghao, you wanna take this to the couch?” you say trying to snap him out of his daze for a second.
without another word, he sweeps you off your feet and carries you to the couch, your mouths still on each others. when he finally feels his legs against the edge of the furniture, he sits down, placing you on his lap.
not wanting to wait any longer, minghao takes off your bra, slowly revealing the top half of your body. he hisses at the sight, nearly groaning out at how the colorful lights in the room added to the glow that covered your body.
“you’re such a masterpiece,” he says as he once again guides his hands toward your body, this time paying extra attention to you chest.
while he was focused on that, you took to the opportunity to unbutton his jeans and pull his zipper down. he realizes where you wanted to go, and helps you get them, as well as his boxers off. once they both pool at his ankles, you smile when you can finally get to what you want after all the foreplay.
as you sink down on him, you both let out a loud moan feeling of being inside each other. “g-god, fuck,” you whisper into his ears clawing down his back, pressing into his chest. even though the music has long been forgotten to you, somehow your hips naturally grind to the rhythm. minghao notices and takes hold of your waist, guiding them in the right places. “god, you feel so good, baby,” he groans.
slowly but surely, you begin to feel a good pressure build in your core, your whimpering getting more frantic. “ahhh shit, shit, minghao, m-minghao,” you begin to move faster wanting to release all over him. and when he hits the right spot in you, you can no longer hold back, and you nearly scream, coming all over the lower half of his body.
you try and catch your breath, not wanting to come down from your high, but remembering you still had a job to do. “fuck, i needa go back downstairs soon,” you say getting up to find your bra top.
“do you have to go back now?” he asks, pulling his boxers and pants back up.
“well, not right this second,” you respond fastening your straps. “did you wanna stay a little longer?” you smile sweetly.
“yeah,” he says leaning back on the couch, returning your sultry gaze. “haven’t seen you dance for me in awhile,” he plams himself over his pants, already getting worked up at the memory.
you walk towards the pole, your arm holding onto the pole. “then minghao, be prepared for a dance you’ll never ever want to forget,” you say hooking your legs to spin on the pole.
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blakeswritingimagines · 7 months
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Dating Bjorn Ironside Would Include:
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As a man of action, there's no downtime when you're together. You're out raiding, fighting off rivals, and exploring the world. Dating him is never boring. You can expect a lot of excitement, whether you're in bed or in battle together. He's got plenty of stamina for both.
Dating him is a memorable experience. He is both an intense and passionate lover, yet he can also be reserved at times. He would always try his best to provide you with a sense of security and comfort. He is loyal and devoted, and he would do any and everything to protect you and make you happy. But he can also be unpredictable, and he will not hesitate to take bold actions.
Dating him is like having your very own personal hero. He'll take care of the bad guys, he'll be your knight, and he'll be your companion. He's dedicated and loyal, and he will never leave your side. Plus, with him, you never have to worry about being bored or lonely--there are so many stories he can share with you, and so much life to be lived together.
Being with him isn't easy. He has a fiery temperament and a stubborn mind. If you don't agree with him, he will make sure to let you know about it. He can be unpredictable and impulsive, but at the same time, he is very protective and passionate. He wants you to feel safe and loved, but he is not one to sugarcoat things. Sometimes, he may say things that come off as inconsiderate or insensitive, but he always speaks his mind. He is a very passionate person, and he loves with his whole heart.
Dating him means never knowing what to expect. He is constantly evolving and growing, which makes him both interesting and unpredictable. He likes to keep things spontaneous and exciting, so if you're looking for something more stable and predictable, he may not be the right person for you. With him, you will always be on your toes, and I hope you are ready for that.
He loves physical affection. He enjoys cuddling, kissing, and hugging. He likes to be touched and held, and he appreciates it when you are not afraid to be intimate with him. He also likes to show affection through acts of service and gift-giving. He is not someone who is very articulate with words, so he shows his love and admiration through actions.
He may not show it outwardly, but jealousy is definitely something he experiences. He is a very protective person, and he doesn't like to share the things and people he cares about with others. He does not like when you have close relationships with other people, especially those of the opposite gender. Despite these feelings, he tries to be reasonable and trust you to maintain appropriate boundaries. Still, it is not easy for him, and it can lead to conflicts at times.
He is a person who values honesty and loyalty. He is not someone who will keep secrets from you, and he expects the same in return. He wants you to share your thoughts and feelings with him, even if it may not be something that he wants to hear. He values communication and trust in a relationship, and he tries to make you feel safe and secure. He doesn't like playing games in his relationships, and he much prefers to be upfront and direct. He respects you and your decisions and always tries to make your needs and wants a priority.
He can be quite intense at times, but it's never boring. He may be a bit rough around the edges, but he's always honest and true to himself. He has a big heart and a lot of love to give, but he doesn't hold back when voicing his opinions. If you're looking for an adventure, he's your man. He's not here to play games, and he doesn't have the patience for bullshit. He's just looking for a partner who can keep up with his intensity and match his energy.
He is a very caring person, and he loves to show his affection for those he cares about. He is not a fan of mushy sweetness, but he loves to let his loved ones know that they are important to him. Although he can sometimes be tough on the outside, he is very vulnerable on the inside. He has a lot of feelings, both good and bad, and he is not afraid to express them. However, he does not open up easily, and it takes time for him to trust someone.
In addition to being a passionate and protective lover, he is also a great listener. He is always willing to hear your thoughts and feelings, even if he doesn't agree with them. He values open communication and honesty in his relationships. Although he may be impulsive at times, he always strives to make decisions together with you. He believes that trust is the foundation of any strong relationship, and he strives to create an environment of respect and mutual understanding with you.
He can be quite stubborn and strong-willed, so he could see how some might view him as "whipped" in relationships. However, he would argue that this is simply a characteristic of his passionate and determined nature. He is not afraid to take charge and make decisions, but he is also not afraid to listen to your needs and desires. Ultimately, he is not so rigid and inflexible that he cannot compromise or see things from your perspective. However, when it comes to matters of principle, he is firm and unwavering.
Dating is a matter of the heart, not the mind. To truly fall in love with him, you must experience the rush and excitement of being with one of the greatest Vikings in history. You must feel the thrill of adventure as you sail the seas in search of treasure and glory, and the warmth of the fire as he tells tales of his conquests. And you must have the courage to join him in battle and stand by his side, even in the face of certain death.
He has an interest in rough sex where he can be as dominant and assertive as he wants without any judgment or repercussions.
He has a particular interest in public play and exhibitionism, where he wants to be seen by others while having sexual relations with you.
One of his passions is exploring various forms of power play and dynamics, such as mistress/master, Dominant/submissive, and daddy/little, and seeing how you respond to these interests him.
He also enjoys engaging in light bondage and restraints, such as using leather straps or handcuffs to bind you to a chair or bed in order to have his way with you.
He especially enjoys teasing you or letting you tease him, knowing that it is both a fun game and a way to build anticipation, leading to an even more gratifying release later on.
He enjoys the feeling of power that comes from being able to make you feel good and give you the pleasure you want. And, of course, he loves seeing your reactions as he pushes you closer and closer to an amazing orgasm.
He loves to take control and tie you up, blindfold you, and tease you until you can't take it anymore. He likes to leave you on edge, building anticipation until you're finally begging for release.
He also plays with ice during sex. He loves to freeze some toys and introduce them into your playtime, letting the ice melt on your body as he brings you ever closer to the edge.
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How the Bucci Gang Loves (as told by tarot)
tags: gn!reader, headcanons, tarot
a/n: when in writer’s block doubt, tarot headcanon your way out. so i decided to do some more for jjba while working on some fics for a series i really enjoy. in my journey of getting someone i know into jojo, mom2 has finally reached part 5 and she loves it so far. she finds the bucci gang pretty interesting and she loves that they are playing a song by black artists for the first ed. ofc... she seriously questions why they picked jodeci’s horniest song fdfdfsd (sorry mista, everyone gets 4 cards no exceptions lol)
deck: true black tarot
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giorno giovanna
the moon, anant, nine of pentacles, the world
giorno isn’t one to buy into cliches and fanciful terms like soulmates or twin flames, but if those connections were to exist, he thinks you come very close to them. to let someone in and see the most intimate parts of himself and be allowed to see the most intimate parts of another person, it can’t be anything less than a bond that goes far beyond mortal comprehension. it can’t be helped either that he wants to spoil you. things you mentioned wanting in passing ー books, food, jewels ー giorno gets them unprompted and relishes the look of surprise and warmth on your face when he presents them to you. he worries from time to time that his position in the gang may land you in the crossfire of any external and internal conflicts passione has, but he vows to keep you safe and believes he is more than able to uphold that promise. marriage likely isn’t far from his mind with such a serious relationship, a proposal will definitely be made in accordance to your preferences once giorno feels that the time is right.
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bruno bucciarti
temperance, ten of cups, destiny, seven of cups
bruno believes you’re the right match for him. whether you’re his opposite that somehow matches his personality or someone similar but who brings different perspectives to the table he never considered. he’s experienced loss but by overcoming that loss and continuing to move forward, bruno was able to meet you. there has been many ups and downs in his life since the divorce of his parents and his joining passione but bruno is thankful that his choices in life led to your meeting. his past is just more motivation for him to grow stronger to protect you. he lost his family but now he has the chance to make one with you and his most trusted crew by his side. like giorno, bruno hopes to marry you one day. he’s entertained many times to himself a domestic life with you. a nice house, a few kids if it’s in the cards and many happy moments in between. it’s something that is at the forefront of his mind if a meeting gets too boring and his mind begins to wander. but he is in no rush, content to enjoy whatever phase of your relationship you are currently in. 
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leone abbacchio
three of swords, strength, knight of pentacles, the devil
call this man a heavy-weight boxing champion because abbacchio fought tooth and nail to remain in the depths of denial about his feelings for you when he started noticing them. someone like abbacchio doesn’t need a relationship, nor does he deserve one. but once unable to be willfully blind and it’s gotten through his thick skull you want him as much he wants you, abbacchio is a dedicated boyfriend. it doesn’t feel right sometimes, indulging in your relationship after everything he’s done. it feels entirely selfish and he wonders if one day he’ll get his comeuppance and this happiness he has will be taken away. but after a lot of pondering what he would do if that day were to ever come, abbacchio made his decision. just as he fought to deny his feelings for you, he’d fight even harder to keep you. maybe it is selfish and it may even be despicable to others that he would dare to be this happy after everything he’s done, but abbacchio will bear those labels defiantly.
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guido mista
the empress, king of wands, za warudo, the sun
flirty he may be, mista is hopeless romantic and when he’s in a relationship the man is on cloud 9. you know, the team knows it and to be honest, the whole of napoli probably knows it. mista’s not ashamed to let the whole world know he’s taken by the most wonderful person ever. should you ever voice your embarrassment and insist he doesn’t have to tell the whole world you’re dating, mista insists you actually gave him the time of day and he isn’t taking that for granted. prepare for many whirlwind dates and finding yourself somewhere in naples you’ve never been, taking in the warm sun and the ocean-scented breeze. even if things somehow go pear-shaped, it’s the fact you went through it together that counts in his eyes. mista is a physical lover and he doesn’t hide it in how he constantly touches you. he likes you and he wants you, but he respects your boundaries and will move at whatever pace you want or will gladly keep his urges to himself for your comfort if it isn’t something you desire personally. for mista, what matters most is that you’re happy and comfortable. he’s a goofball but mista is lot more observant than he looks and is very in-tune to how you feel.
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pannacotta fugo
ace of swords, anant, the magician, three of cups
when it comes to the question “who fell first and who fell the hardest”, you fell first and fugo the hardest. it takes a while to get through the walls of rationality and fear of hurting others with his blind rage, but once you do, you find a passionate lover behind it. you’re fugo’s friend always and his partner first and in many ways you help ground him. fugo doubts that his problems with the rage he struggles to keep in check will ever dissipate, but thoughts of you when he is close to snapping tends to help stave off his volatile reactions most of the time. fugo isn’t one to date casually and as such takes your relationship seriously. relationships are give-and-take and fugo does so equally. embarrassing he may find things like pda, if he knows you have a preference for it, he will accommodate those desires in earnest. he simply wants you to be happy and if there is anything you don’t find to your liking fugo urges you to tell him. he can’t rectify a problem if he isn’t aware of one in the first place. he shows his love rather than tells. 
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narancia ghirga
eight of wands, the fool, the star, page of cups
narancia falls first and falls the hardest. narancia seldom hides from his emotions, nor does he hide them from othersー as such, your relationship is no exception. he loves you and you know it, he tells you everyday with his words and his actions. you’re probably his first love and he approaches romance with an air of child-like innocence. love is a new adventure and for narancia it is equally as exciting as it is anxiety-inducing. he wants to be with you all the time, but he doesn’t want to turn you off by being clingy. he wants to brag to the world about his awesome partner, but he doesn’t want you getting embarrassed by his bold declarations. in the end though, narancia just follows his heart and let’s everything else fall into place, hoping for the best. trusting others and being unquestionably loyal has gotten him into more grief than he can imagine, but it has also led him to the best people in his life. a pearl is the result of a mollusk defending itself against an irritant with nacre and that result is beautiful. so too are the experiences that make narancia himself. 
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Wooyoung as a Boyfriend
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pairing : jung wooyoung x gn!reader
fluff , minor angst / mentions of arguments
warnings : none
word count : 1.0 k
requested ? yes
a/n : you guys seem to really enjoy these boyfriend!ateez fics , it's making me so happy ! debating on just going ahead and doing all members if there's any interest (:
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Where to even begin with Jung Wooyoung.
This boy is severely underestimated when it comes to his boyfriend skills. 
Like seriously, someone as passionate and in tune with his partner as Wooyoung is hard to come by.
He may give you about three heart attacks a day, but I promise it's all worth it.
A relationship with Wooyoung is easy. 
That doesn't mean it's without its downs or rough patches, but he has a way of making you feel safe and understood that no one else can quite match.
He's accepting of all your quirks and has never judged anyone on trivial things.
Falling in love with Wooyoung's charm and good heart is truly effortless. 
Of course, the opposite is true as well.
Wooyoung can't remember the last time someone made him feel so loved in every aspect.
He has a vibrant and energetic personality, which he knows can come across as "rough." But you never fail to tell him how endearing and beautiful you find him, inside and out.
You make him more confident in himself.
You and Wooyoung go back and forth often with joking and teasing each other, and others at times.
Seonghwa isn't too happy about Wooyoung finding a partner in crime for his antics, but he does admit the two of you are quite adorable.
Wooyoung is also a very fun person to gossip about work drama with. In fact, it's one of his favorite things to hear about. Like yes, obviously he wants to hear about the crush your coworkers have on each other but are both oblivious to.
Whether good or bad, he thoroughly enjoys heading about your day, as well as telling you about his.
Contrary to what others may think, it's not always just unserious antics and jokes with Wooyoung. He's actually incredibly caring and emotionally intimate when it's just the two of you.
It's a side not many have the honor of seeing.
He'll tell you how much he cherishes your time together and how lucky he is to have you. No joking undertones or mischievous smile on his lips. Just genuine adoration and appreciation for everything you do.
At-home dinner and movie nights are very near to his heart for this reason. He just gets to be 100% himself with you.
He likes to take these moments to confide in you about any troubles he having. 
Pressures in his career, lapses of confidence in his appearance, a fight he had with someone. You somehow always melt his worries away.
He also invites you to share your own struggles but never presses too hard if you're not ready. 
One thing about Wooyoung is you'll have to give him some time to say the "L" word.
He loves you, he really does. But giving his entire heart to someone and trusting them not to drop it is terrifying. Saying "I love you" makes it very real. 
But don't worry, he'll let you know in other ways until he's ready to tell you with words.
For example, he enjoys cooking for you.
In fact, you're the only one allowed in the kitchen while he's working. Everyone else gets shooed away with a wooden spoon.
He'll be your biggest hype man.
Whether it be supporting your career and hobbies, or telling you how sexy you look on date night. He will always be your number one supporter.
He's also big on PDA.
Always resting a hand on your waist, his head on your shoulder, or having your fingers intertwined.
You can try and pry him off, but then you'll have to face the puppy-dog eyes and cutesy act he puts on to get his way (and it works every time).
Lowkey likes to be babied.
Would likely prefer to keep your relationship out of the press and the public eye.
Because he knows how invasive and vicious they can get. 
But don't think he isn't showing you off and bragging about you 24/7 to his members or the entirety of KQ staff and trainees.
Speaking of his members, it will be very important you meet and get along with them. They're a very integral part of his life and would like you to be a part of their dynamic.
Will probably later regret introducing you all because you keep getting "stolen" from him whenever Yeosang or San are bored.
It's safe to say you're accepted pretty quickly into the mix.
Wooyoung is grossly overlooked in his communication skills. 
Being easy to talk to certainly helps, but he's weirdly good at reading people's reactions and gauging the atmosphere. He knows exactly what to say and when to say it almost every time.
Almost.
Despite his uncanny ability to read a room, he does slip up occasionally.
There are times when he'll get too caught up in a moment and not realize he's gone too far until you hit him was a "Woo, it's not funny anymore."
Or you'll tease him about something that just hits such a specific nerve and he can't laugh it off like usual. So he'll resort to silence the rest of the day until you're forced to ask him what's wrong.
But These types of things are usually solved easily with an apology and a kiss. 
Somehow it's the small, petty fights that cause the most collateral damage.
Arguments that neither side wants to yield for and swallow their pride, ending in a battle of who can last the longest without speaking to the other.
It's about 50/50 on who breaks first.
He has trouble admitting when he's in the wrong sometimes, but Wooyoung really can't go more than a day without latching on to your side.
But other times he's just extremely determined and you'll have to be the one who ends the silence.
Either way, these situations are usually resolved with a coffee date and bubbly giggling.
Overall, Wooyoung is a very thoughtful boyfriend who is full of surprises and joy.
All he asks for in return is your patience and honesty.
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allsadnshit · 11 months
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a few months ago my therapist had me take a personality/intimacy test for the purpose of understanding what type of attachment I have to my dad, my step mom, my husband etc and I felt pretty confident I knew what the results would be and I was mostly right! but what surprised me so much was a 4th connection type that I didn’t realize was being evaluated besides both parental roles and spouse was my relationship to the general public. It was the classic square chart with 4 directions to indicate trust and closeness, and as expected my husband was in a very intimate healthy spot, my step mom was in the opposite very untrusting directing, and my dad was closer to my spouse but still on a flipped side to indicate not having my needs met and the roadblocks we have now because of it. But my general public dot was aaaaaaaaall the way on the farthest side of distrust with a neutral location, and my therapist pointed at it and my mind was blank while she talked to me about it. I didn’t realize I don’t trust the world, and to such an extreme degree. I expect the worst of people, that they will not understand or accept me and although I don’t necessarily have any anger or resentment, she helped me see I very soundly do not believe in other people’s capacity to be in relation to me.
We havent talked about it much since, she just sent over the results and I saved them away somewhere on my desktop...but I can’t stop thinking about it today. I’ve had some really major endings to my most trusted friendships the last 3 years, many right in a row. none of them ended in a good or even neutral way. I know it effects me, I know I am the only person who can heal it...but I feel very incapable!
I went to a coffee shop by myself to sit and read for the first time in a long time today and realized I don’t feel like it’s possible for me to make new friends, and I never felt that way before even when things got bad. something has changed for me, and it’s scary and lonely
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slayingfiction · 7 months
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Writing Nonverbal Communication: Proxemics 
After some research, we now know that nonverbal communication makes up 93% of all the messages we interpret when communicating with one another. “[Dr. Mehtabian] concluded that the interpretation of a message is 7 percent verbal, 38 percent vocal and 55 percent visual,” and this means an important element of communication can be forgotten when we are writing novels.
What is proxemics?
Proxemics, one of the aspects of nonverbal communication, is the study and use of physical distances between people who are interacting. There are four zones in which people are categorized within this study. 
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Intimate: This the closest distance you can get to someone. This space should be reserved for only those whom you have close relationships (partners and family).
Personal: This is the second closest space you should take up with someone whom you have a personal relationship but aren’t so close with that you want them within touching distance (friends and family).
Social: This is for people you know, but are not close with at all (colleagues, teachers, other parents at a school meeting, coworkers, etc.)
Public: This is the zone for those without any prior contact with and are still strangers to you. 
Are these spaces always a specific distance?
Nope! In general, all cultures will have different opinions on their personal zones. For example, people will have smaller proxemic zones in Argentina, whereas Romania will have larger distances in their zones. Though, this does go beyond cultures as well. People who consider themselves to be more introverted will have larger circles to keep people at a distance, while extroverts prefer to be closer to those they are speaking with. Some people, such as people with autism, may opt to never have anyone in their intimate zone, in which case, all four zones would get shifted to whatever distance is most comfortable for them to interact with others, and have a dead zone around them that no one can enter. 
How does this help me write?
Conveying targeted information into your writing helps with suspense, subtlety, and subtext. Readings do not like to be told what is happening, they like to figure it out themselves. This is a key element when faced with the classic writing advice “show don’t tell”. This opens up a whole new world for writers when utilized.
Let’s look at some examples of how this can improve your writing:
If your antagonist walks up to your protagonist, directly forcing themselves into the intimate zone, this could be considered a threat and cause fear, anger, or tension. Even if they use kind words, with a sweet smile and demeanour, it will not change the fact they they intentionally crossed into the protagonist’s intimate zone without permission. 
A shy classmate joins others for a group project but chooses to sit in the seat directly next to the protagonist instead of other empty seats. Does this mean the classmate likes your protagonist, trusts them, feels most comfortable around your main character? That’s up to you to decide, you can convey this with their next actions, little to no dialogue needed.
After a fight between a couple, one joins the other to watch television after cooling off for a while, but still aren’t speaking with each other. Do they sit next to each other, meaning despite the fight, they still want this relationship to work, and enjoy the other’s company. Or do they sit on the opposite side of the couch to keep as much distance between them as possible, meaning they are still angry, processing, and don’t want their partner too close to them. 
A student runs directly into another student’s intimate zone to show them they got an A on their test. If neither takes a step back, this likely doesn’t bother either of them because they have a very close relationship, and don’t mind having each other in their most intimate zones.
There are many ways that proxemics can be used in writing to show types of relationships, intimacy, fear, cause suspense or suspicion, and more when writing. Start by practicing little by little and reviewing places where you can add in proxemics around your dialogue to improve the overall message you are trying to convey without telling the readers what is happening.
Happy Writing!
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stikiduk · 8 months
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I have made a decision to share my BLU Spy headcanons with you all
First off, BLU Spy’s personality is a little easier to build on than most, because he was heavily featured in Meet The Spy. I’ll go through his personality from what I picked up there.
He’s very sophisticated like the RED Spy, but he’s less mean spirited. He puts on a professional and ‘cool’ persona, but in reality he’s terrified of a lot of the people he works with, especially his enemies. He is skilled at his job, however, and brave when it comes to facing others.
If you know anything about tf2’s lore, you would know that the Spy is the Scout’s father. In the comics, it shows that the RED Spy is the RED Scout’s father. However, in Meet the Spy, RED Spy is photographed being intimate with BLU Scout’s mom. Could this just be a plot hole? Yes. It probably is. But I have a hypothesis: BLU Spy is the one who took those photos.
In my interpretation, BLU Spy and BLU Scout’s mom (I’ll call her Ma) were in a close relationship for years. After some time, Ma and Spy had a child, and Spy was ecstatic to finally have a son of his own. That all changed, however, when Spy caught Ma having an affair with the RED Spy out of his office window. He quickly captured it so when he confronted Ma, he would have evidence to prove what she did. After a long fight, Spy left Ma and Scout on their own, quite possibly to never be seen again. He showed them to who he thought was Scout in Meet the Spy to drive home the point of how horrible RED Spy is.
BLU Spy is considerably less wealthy than RED Spy, so he doesn’t have the same ego. He spent almost all of his life off the grid, using a very early version of his disguise kit to get around. He was quickly hired by BLU after seeing the potential his technology had. He met and befriended Engineer and Medic there. They were able to improve on Spy’s original designs, which is how we got the Spy’s current set of tools.
I have an idea that everyone in the RED team doesn’t entirely trust their Spy. This is due to his rather unpleasant personality, and his profession. BLU Spy is almost the complete opposite, in that he doesn’t fully trust anyone he works with. He has this fear that they’re all just being nice to them so they can get close to him, and they all plan on sabotaging him in one way or another. As such, he is always on edge in BLU’s meetings, but does a good job hiding it.
The only real exception to this is Scout, mostly because he feels horrible for leaving him. He is constantly trying to help him in any way he can, even when Scout doesn’t entirely need it. The only reason he’s still working for BLU at all is so he can support his son and help him succeed. Scout himself has grown to look up to Spy because of how well he does his job, even if he doesn’t really want to do it.
Spy has become somewhat of a hopeless romantic over time. He falls in love very easily, but is afraid that if he got into a relationship, it would end up like the last one did. A good example of this is his feelings towards the RED Sniper.
RED Sniper and BLU Spy (I’ll just say Sniper and Spy for convenience) is a very popular ship in this community, so of course I’d have to put my own spin on it. In my eyes, the relationship starts one-sided, almost tragically so. Spy had first gotten a look at Sniper during his first mission, and almost froze when he saw him. Sniper was acting very… calm in the situation they were in, which was almost astonishing to him. But it didn’t inspire envy or hate in him, it inspired awe. This was almost immediately followed by Spy getting shot in the head and having to start from the beginning. Sniper thought Spy was acting ridiculous in this situation, just standing around like an idiot in the middle of battle.
Spy constantly tries to get close to Sniper, most commonly disguising himself as a RED Spy. This almost never works, and Sniper immediately kills Spy after telling him how horrible of a job he’s doing. Sniper genuinely believes Spy is just trying to sabotage and kill him, and he’s doing a horrible job because he’s just a coward. This is one of those situations that could be resolved if they had a conversation, but since Sniper never hesitates to shoot Spy on sight, it’s not easy.
If Sniper and Spy were able to actually hold a conversation, they would get along quite well. This is mostly due to their shared professionalism when it comes to their work, and their shared distrust for most others. They would usually only talk and spend time together in private, however, since they know what happened when Demo and Soldier were discovered to be friends.
And that’s all I’ve got. I hope we can all collectively dunk on RED Spy for ruining at least 3 people’s lives.
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my turn to send an ask about your ocs 🩷
we were talking about our characters facing problems in their relationships and you told me yours when through some tough times. now i’m curious to know more about it!! what happened to them and their respective partners? and how they got over it?
Hello and thank you for the question. 🤗
Brief advice it is going to be angst from there on so proceed carefully.
Ikemen Prince Julie
She spent her whole life by Luke side, since they were little they were so close, jointed at the hip, the affection and understanding they shared it is something she never experienced and neither did he, he is the only one she trust the only companion she has, and in turn she is the only one who actually cares about him and listen to him, helping him out, they care about one another a whole lot, knowing each other like the back of their own hands.
It may seem from outside Luke rely and tend over Julie a whole lot, but the truth it is the she rely and tend over him just as much.
When Bloodstained rose day broke out and Luke vanished she felt as a part of her heart has been stolen from her, in an attempt to forget him she get away from her village, that was so well hidden in the forest of Hope it wasn't directly attacked in fact it was used as a refuge from the folk of Hope and helped rebuilt it too thereafter.
In town she dived in helping her uncle manage her bookstore, still she looked for him even though she knew it was useless, she though she was resigned to it, but her heart did not, in fact when he returned she felt her heart burst with mirth like finally all the pieces were back together again, rekindling that peculiar and intimate relationship they had back then, not caring an inch for what was appropriate to do and what was not.
At the palace, where he was dragged, he made her name as Belle and thus her works began, while at it she managed to brush away Luke's plan for revenge, showing him a way where he could live with her basking in the love he always yearned for.
Thereafter Luke ask her to stay at the palace even after the month is over and so she did, helping him all the way, they got engaged the same day he is officially appointed as Prince, to avoid any unwanted suitor pestering both of them, and breaking them off.
In order to avoid her any hardship, the King Jin gave her a title, Duchess of Hope, to conceal her commoner identity and thus saving her from the wickedness of the nobility, because deep down he felt guilty of having ruined Luke life to the point he want to make up for it doing anything in his power to make him happy.
But the real trial begin there.
After their engagement, and after the talk with Gilbert, she noticed him getting more and more involved in his studies, he is not happy to do it but he is doing it anyway because he wants to make her happy, becoming a proper prince like the ones she liked so much in her books, not knowing his efforts will have the opposite effect.
She is happy he is improving himself, she really is ... or at least that what she told everyone, even herself but her heart is not so easily tricked.
In fact she notice day by day he was changing, becoming more adult, proper, forgetting all the things they shared, even though he comfort her in private his words didn't reach her.
The pointbreak in her heart has already been reached, little did he knows she is not happy he is changing, she could clearly see he is not the man she fell in love with ... to the point of being wary of his feelings toward her too.
The instant she realizes he has no need for him anymore she gets overwhelmed by it all, she thought they would have been together forever but the realization she may be the only one to cling to that wishful dream breaks her heart more than she could say, he is going ahead leaving her behind with only the memories of what used to be.
She was too tired to pretend to be fine, of his comfort words, whose warmth lasts for mere seconds, of the long and boring duties they manage together, only time she got to see him, not hunched over books or training in the field, but not enough to talk to him.
Emotions storming in her heart she pushes him away, spatting out to go where he belongs calling him Prince.
Her outburst hurted her as much as it hurted him, it was only then he finally realized everything, the sensation something was off with her finally made sense, in something he wished to have understood sooner.
Secluded in their own rooms he resolve himself to finally say goodbye to all that he did not even liked, pushing away the idea of being a proper prince because in his stubborn idea he hurted her, since the beginning the only one that ever mattered to him, the only person he would have sacrificed everything for, only to make her smile, guilty of having forget along the way who he really was but was going to remember it no matter the cost.
After steering his resolve and pushing away his princely clothes he went to look for her, after a tearful meeting they made up, even though her heart was too battered and bruised to continue living in the palace.
Thus they seek refuge in her house in town, where he did his best to rekindle all that they both missed during those weeks at the palace, doing everything to make her smile with little success at the beginning, as time goes on they settle down once more, more resolved to hold onto one another for dear life and never drift away again, in this an important role is the work Leon so casually offer them, to watch over the frontiers and strengthen them.
An opportunity to fulfill their royal duties away from the chaos of the palace, they take it without thinking twice settling down in a cottage in a forest near the border ready to improve their Kingdom, without forgetting to always be each other's top priority, ready to let their love guide them exactly like it was since the beginning.
Ikemen Vampire Julia Bonnefoy
Officially Julia arrives to the mansion, and stay, as one of le Comte precious guest, she actually came from the past, around the beginning of 1800, from her native village Domrémy.
In order to avoid receiving a special treatment, she felt someone may felt to owe her as being the niece of the mansion's owner, she conceal that fact, getting along with some more than others.
the one she gets the closer though is no less than Jean, she helps him practice reading and writing Napoleon taught him, they get to know one another linking their heart together with budding affection.
By the time she discovers his distaste for le Comte is already too late to give up, she is so madly in love with him and son is he even though she does not know of it, and thus she conceal and drown the truth as long as she could hoping he will never discover it. ... but in vain.
But one day something happened, the bard reveal it and wreak havoc in all the mansion.
A storm she did her best to avoid until that moment, and the first who make her pay for that secret is the one object of her affection, feeling betrayed and still partially resentful against le Comte she gave her the cold shoulder wounding her heart making insecurities came to the surface.
Thus they begin to drift away from one another, with guilt and doubts gnawing at their heart each day more as all the times they spent pleasantly together became a bittersweet memory.
Still she cares for him and he cares for her too, all the while she feel guilty for not having told him sooner and he felt guilty to notice how much his behaviour was actually hurting her, a kind girl that didn't though twice about helping him out giving him a reason to live, and he felt he was betraying her.
From that moment on she do her best to show she still cares for him, and he desperately crack his mind to find a way to make up to her ... but she refuse to let him in once more, determined to protect her heart and push him away, for fear it may break for good if he had give up on her.
She is already resigned to see him off away from her even though this did not make her happy she did not wanted to risk her heart over it again.
Almost by chance the same one who started the war it is also the one to finish it, in fact a visit of his settle disarray in the mansion.
Memories of all the times she was mocked and belittled came to the surface overwhelming her, she hide in the library and it is there where he found her, settled down he won't tease her for her emotions she relax in his embrace.
From there on with little ups and downs they return together, ready to rekindle that love that always was there since the very beginning.
Tagging @itsmyara @bicayaya @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @aquagirl1978 @violettduchess @olivermorningstar @judejazza @ridiculouslly-ridiculous @candied-boys
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sapphire-weapon · 2 months
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Hi again! I'm the RE6 anon. Thank you so much for providing such a lengthy and detailed explanation; I really appreciate it. And as expected you're totally right and you schooled me lol that's why I came to you anyway. I have to say I've had those thoughts for a while, Aeon giving married couple vibes in RE6 for a while now, partly due to popular opinion in the fandom and also because I watched Damnation before playing RE6 a few months back, so I do admit I went into the game with my Aeon glasses on lol BUT sth about it just felt wrong to me, like I wasn't analyzing this the right way, and you filled in the gaps perfectly.
Looking back at it, Damnation has this playful, intimate undercurrent between Leon and Ada, and it's all fun and games but then here comes that ending omg. It's so depressing. You have Ada being Ada on one side and Leon drowning his sorrows on the other. But instead of being like "ok this is the major conflict between them, he knows she's out there doing mercenary stuff but he doesnt seem to care but he's also tired of this life and Ada perpetuates it with her actions SO WHY ISN'T HE DOING STH ABT IT, WHEN IS HE GONNA STOP BEING SO FUCKING STUPID???", I went into RE6 focusing on the rest of their interactions, the flirting, that night, the game they always play. But like I said, it felt wrong. So I guess I should've listened to my gut.
Bc even when I was playing and trying to be all like uwu look how Leon's standing up for her, I always went back to the Damnation ending in my mind. Like nothing had changed since then. The conflict reached a boiling point, and Leon was even more fucking stupid. And there was another little voice in my head saying yeah of course he wants to save her, it's Leon, he wants to save everyone, and this is Ada of all people, he really cares about her... but where does it go from there? Does he trust her? like 100% trust her? He's doing the most for her but does he ever stop to wonder what she did to get into this mess? does he know her at all? And the answer was immediately fuck no. But I was so used to the fandom opinion and the Aeon dynamic, so used on focusing on the big shiny things when it came to them, that I thought those were the only things that mattered. I was honestly holding onto Aeon as hard as Leon was lmao. But when Ada sends him the message I was like oh ok she really doesn't give a fuck kfjdjd and I felt like a sense of closure bc Leon seems very resolute after that.
Still, I focused on him having her number, her calling him hun, him saving her, Helena implying he will see her again, big shiny things like that, so that's why I was unsure.
Those doubts wouldn't leave my mind tho, and I know nothing is accidental in writing, so that's why I thought I'd bring it up to you bc you just know your stuff.
Thank you so much, that was truly an eye opener 🧡
I think that part of the nuance that's lost is that, like.
Leon is also working for people who perpetuate the problem of bioterrorism. It's not like he's on one side of the fight and she's on the other. Morally, in his mind and his heart, Leon is on one side of the fight. But he can't act on that, because he's trapped by the government.
That was the whole point of his fight with Claire at the end of ID. She knows that Leon feels and thinks a certain way, and she knows that his actions are in direct opposition of those feelings and thoughts. That's the point of the "that suit doesn't suit you" line.
But there's nothing he can do about it. So when Helena gives him the opening to disappear with his legally dead status and run away with Ada, he declines not just because he realizes that he never knew Ada -- but also because nothing in his life would change if he did. He'd still be on "the wrong side" of things. That's another part of the reason he asks "Why are you helping us?"
So like. What we really see at the end of Damnation is Leon and Ada's reactions to fighting the same fight. Ada's thriving and happy to live a life on silk sheets stuffed with money. Leon can't cope with what he's doing, morally. Ada has a choice. Leon doesn't. And so, at the end of RE6, when he's given a choice, he makes sure he makes the one that actually does some good. He can still save Helena if he stays, but running off with Ada would just keep him trapped in place while stripping him of what little power he does have.
And then he won't be able to save anybody.
But when people lose sight of the broader picture of Leon's character because they're so laser-focused on Ada, they miss all of this.
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jeje, tsubaki, Lawless and The Mother as they call and nickname their S/O, I don't know how many characters you make, feel free to delete any character and this message if you have any problems :)
AKDJKAKA YESSS I love servamp so so much, I'm still reading it and trying to catch up and it's been a long while since then so it may not be entirely accurate but I hope you like it anon! Also sorry for this being so late :')
An- for the sake of simplicity and not complicating things too much, you, the reader, are their eve be it in the future of the manga or the past <3 except maybe tsubaki (maybe even present seeing their actual names and such but you know^^
Content warnings: slightly OOC, I have no clue how to write tsubaki but im trying :] Tsubaki's is also longer in trying to compensate for both being inhuman and human/his eve
Servamps and how they call and refer to their significant other! <3
Jeje / Doubt Doubt - servamp of envy
He doesn't talk much, and when he does it's quiet, almost like he never spoke to begin with.
This wasn't much of a problem when you were both first bonded, if he didn't or couldn't speak much, what makes you the authority to make him do so?
You were the exact opposite, you were VERY talkative and could fill the void of what his answers could be.
It used to mostly be one sided conversations that you partook in. He would either read or do some building some ship in a bottle while you talked about anything and everything that came to mind.
I like to headcanon that he knows sign language and converses with you that way, or if you're a bit too preoccupied or he needs a bit of space he'll leave you notes.
He doesn't mind verbally speaking to you when you're alone though, you never push to do one thing or the other.
He loves that about you and I would love to say he fell quickly but it's more likely that he fell for you slowly but what he lacked in speed he sure made up for in how he sure did fall the hardest.
He's not huge on pet names, I'm sure he does throw in the occasional "dear" or if he's feeling particularly smitten, "sweetheart"
He knows he doesn't do this much, and he knows the effect it has on you and you can practically hear the teasing in his voice and writing when he does.
Of course he does eventually start using petnames more and more often without realizing it but not in the cute loving kind of way.
He lovingly calls you a leech, not in a mean way and you know that so he doesn't stop but would if you asked him to.
He also loves to compliment you using metaphors instead of actual names like "you are of a fungus, your poison, although deadly, keeps me reeled in." And despite how odd it sounds you keep any notes of these he's left safely tucked away.
Lawless / Hyde - Servamp of Greed
He.doesn't.shut.up
It took forever for him to trust you and for you to trust him, because although he seemed nice and kind, you knew better than to trust the blood that stained his hands.
The blood of his eve's before you.
But that didn't deter you, you just wanted to keep both of you at an okay distance that would keep both of you happy.
That distance is purely metaphorical thought because he is GRABBY.
I feel as though he would call you nicknames before you even got into a relationship but over time you could hear how they went from more of a teasing nature to something more genuine.
These petnames were also few and far between, he finds saying your name (and you saying his given name) to be such an intimate verbal act, but he doesn't mind indulging in petnames, of course there's always that one particular nickname he often switches out for your actual name but it really isn't a nickname) but
When he does call you pet names, he probably calls you the most WEIRDEST things in the form of pet names that make no sense in context and are probably more so jokes than actual pet names
"Gumwad went to the laundry mat and left me here AAAAALLLLL alone" -Hyde talking to the other servamps probably
Gumwad referring to you
Obviously
He's not too fond of being referred to by a nickname unless he trusts you entirely but even then, simply calling him by the name you gave him is enough, doesn't mind the occasional pet name though (:
The Mother / Freya - Servamp of wrath
As you probably know, she is probably the sweetest servamp you can find. Although the others have their own quirks that make them admirable, you find that her unconditional kindness is what drew you two closer.
It almost unnerved you how calm she could be, even during times when you royally screwed up. You expected her to be upset, give you the silent wrath, disappointment even! But when she simply knelt down to you asking if you were okay, you realized you may have misunderstood her, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for assuming.
When you two get closer and closer and eventually become a couple she isn't quick to change how she is
Because she probably already dotes on you let's be real
Like her name suggests, she is motherly and caring so I don't doubt she would call you "dear" or "hun" before, mostly in times of stress where either one of you needed forms of comfort.
She probably calls you her dove or the "apple of her eye" later on though, maybe even "My flame" when cuddling.
She loves the warmth you give, it's a warmth she herself rarely feels but is always ready to give.
Your face always flushes into an unbearable shade of red and you feel the room around you raising in temperature.
She is very casual about it though, only ever reserving them for when you two are private (i.e: not near her nosy siblings, she loves them but they can be quite... Troublesome)
She isn't too outlandish with affection but she isn't too prudent with it either, it's instead a warm healthy middle ground.
She absolutely malfunctions if you call her an endearing pet name though, like I mean she just absolutely dies
She can't take the medicine she dishes out smh 😔
Nicknames are nothing too special In her eyes, it's just another way to refer to the one you love, right?
Tsubaki - Servamp of Melancholy
This guy is a fifty-fifty
It really just depends because from what I can grasp on his character, you're probably not his eve, but his subclass.
If you are his eve, somehow, it would take a LONG LONG time for him to not try and kill you.
As far as I'm aware, he hates humans. So for simplicity, you're a subclass or maybe like.. an inhuman friend turned significant other
The how and why isn't important what is important is that when he cares about you, he - c a r e s (cares)
He uses petnames like sweetheart, darling, etc. The gushy kind that, with his personality, is hard to tell between teasing and seriousness.
He isnt one to show public displays of affection but, similar to his elder sister, is one to show it in a private setting.
A vulnerability that only you and his subclasses get to see
He doesn't have an opinion on petnames for himself, he doesn't mind them, but he certainly prefers to hear you speak his name far more.
If you were human/his eve he'd probably call you a pin cushion or a flesh bag, you know... The usual.
It also takes a long time for him to warm up to you and when he does you are officially given the honorary title of "one of the good ones"
Ones referring to mortal flesh bags such as yourself of course
If you were his eve he'd definitely go "Oh yeah they're my eve-" with an attitude but sooner or later it becomes more sweet and genuine
He'd probably treat you similar to his subclasses if not with a little bit more respect (from what I've read, he holds them dearly)
As the youngest and forgotten sibling of 8 servamps, he'd probably try his best to keep you in mind when coming up with his schemes
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I will probably rewrite this or make a part two of it being a modern AU but this has been in my ask box for forever and I need practice with writing the servamp characters. Sorry anon this took so long with very little in return <3
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