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a-hazbin-reader · 2 months
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Could you do some hcs of alastor with wife!reader who ABSO(LUTE)LY adores dogs? (alastor hates the dog with his entire life)
I mean...he kinda has a good reason not to be a dog person...
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Alastor X Reader Headcanons
✅️Romantic
❌️Platonic
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TW: Alastor Vs Doggo 🐶 Cannibalism, Vox getting owned by dog
Description: ☝️⬆️
Look, Alastor loves you deeply and would do anything for you, absolutely anything
Except let you have a dog
Absolutely not, he won't have a dog running around in his hotel and creating problems
He can already see it
The dog using the hotel as it's personal bathroom, gnawing on his hooves and ruining all the furniture
Humping everything in sight!!
You can have anything else, you can have Niffty! She makes a good pet don't you think?
No
How about Husk? He's basically a cat
"Fuck you!"
You want a dog, you even have one picked out already
You what? When did you even have time to go look at dogs? He's been purposefully keeping you busy anytime you mention one
The bite marks all over your body are evidence of it
Totally doesn't believe you're actually bringing home a dog until you do, then he's spitting out his tea
"Y/N, darling, what is that?"
"A smoothie."
"You know what I mean."
"Oh this? Our new dog, isn't he cute?"
You can't have a dog in the hotel-
Charlie and everyone else already agreed to it, even Husk said yes just to piss off Alastor
So everyone is on your side and you'll have adequate help, Alastor won't hardly ever even notice the dog
Except he does notice the dog, like all the time
The damned beast is always trying to hop up next to him, only to be shoved off by Alastor
"No furry beasts on the furniture~ The hair is a nightmare to clean up. Disgusting really..."
Not Husk and Angel giving him dirty looks for that one
After a couple of unsuccessful attempts to sit next to him, it simply settles for resting by his feet
At least it makes a decent footrest
Or the dog is always hogging your attention, sitting in your lap, laying with you in bed, following you around
How is a man supposed to sleep with his wife when there's some mutt in his spot???
You've caught Alastor glaring at your dog a few times, especially when you're giving him scratches and pets
He wants to be the one to hog your lap and be pampered by you, maybe you could even try giving him a belly rub or two
It certainly looks appealing
Alastor at least thinks he can get time alone with you outside of the hotel but nope, you insist on taking the dog with you
"He needs the fresh air and exercise, Alastor!"
But your husband needs some alone time with you! He's not being dramatic!
Or he's trying to enjoy his breakfast?? Guess who's paws are on the table, begging and slobbering over the idea of a bite
"Absolutely not, you can just forget abou-HEY!"
Looks like his breakfast now belongs to the dog
You definitely make him another breakfast and apologize over and over again
Kiss him and sit in his lap, then maybe he'll consider forgiving you~
Sometimes, when you're sleeping, Alastor and the dog will be locked into a staring match
"I don't like you."
Whine
Rosie tries to sell him on the idea of just maybe liking this one dog, even she's taken a liking to him apparently
Traitor
You make Alastor promise that he won't ever get rid of the dog, OR EAT HIM, OR HURT HIM
And he can't break a promise he made to his darling wife
But he hates this fucking dog with a passion so when the dog suddenly gets out one day? He's perfectly content to let him run off
Until he realizes how upset you would be that your beloved pooch is gone and that gives him pause
Fffffffffuck
Not him spending all day trying to find a dog he doesn't even like, asking everyone if they've seen him
Nope, no, sorry no, ect
Just when Alastor has just about given up and started to contemplate trying to replace the mutt, he hears a familiar yell
"IS THIS DOG FUCKING PISSING ON ME!?"
Vox
Following the sound, Alastor is greeted with the sight of your dog running circles around Vox, who's standing in a puddle with wet pants
For some reason, the delightful mutt has taken to terrorizing him, biting at his limbs only to jump just out of reach of Vox's claws
Maybe it's something he's picked up from Alastor, you certainly didn't teach the dog that
The sight is too funny for Alastor, who doesn't even try to stop the dog, only laughing maniacally
Maybe this mutt isn't so bad
Later, when he comes home with the dog, you notice they seem much fonder of each other
Alastor goes and picks him out a fancy new leash, he starts giving him table scraps and he even invites the dog to be his footrest
Quit putting your feet on my dog
Stop giving the dog fingers!!
You catch him giving the pup a few scratches here and there, almost in an absent-minded manner
He starts calling the dog by his name instead of calling him beast, mutt, hound, monstrosity, ect
He even gives the dog his own room at the hotel with his own fluffy doggy bed
Okay, that last part might just be him wanting his marital bed back
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We love dogs in this house!!
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gheistheist · 4 months
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—Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley Headcannons: Part 4—
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1. Equal Rights
- He’d have no problem punching a woman and you can’t tell me different. I’m not saying he’s a woman beater by any means but let’s be real here. Unless he loved her, he’d swing if she deserved it. I doubt he’d hit a woman as hard as he would a man but he definitely isn’t the type of guy that would take a beating from a girl just because she’s got boobs on her chest.
2. Cats VS Dogs
- Dog person 100%. I feel like he’d actually hate cats but cats tend to love him so he just tolerates it. I can see him thinking kittens are cute, especially their paws but a grown cat just isn’t his thing and he’d never willingly own one. He’d let them lay on his lap and whatever but it would result in him staring at it like it’s some foreign object. He’d think cat people are just weird. He likes the loyalty of a dog and how trainable they are, whereas cats are just there and have no real purpose aside being jerks.
3. His Type
- He radiates thigh guy energy. He seems the type to like some meat on a woman but also like them short. Chest level would be a weakness for him. Taller guys tend to lean towards that, loving when a girl has to crank their head back to look up at them. I feel like he’d be into tomboys as well. No way in hell would he want a delicate pansy that he can’t toss around. He’s a big dude and he probably thinks girls that know cars and don’t mind getting dirty are the hottest things ever. He’d most likely enjoy the company of someone that can handle him for who he is and not worry constantly how she’d react if she found out about the things that have happened to him. He definitely wouldn’t change much about himself so he’d need a strong minded person that could handle seeing blood on him. As far as personality, he’d probably lean towards a more Soap type of person. Fiery, enthusiastic, sweet, caring, but also gets serious when it’s needed and respect his space when he would like to be alone or simply have it quiet. Not a chance in hell would he be with someone that was codependent and overly clingy. He’d want the maturity and independence there but he’d also want someone that could have fun and wouldn’t be afraid of teasing him. He’d probably like the type that went out of her way to try and annoy him once in a while because that would simply show that she wasn’t scared of him.
4. House & Money
- You cannot tell me he wouldn’t have his house mostly black. I feel like he’d have it simple but classy and it would be clean for the most part. Maybe a couple things out of place but he seems the type to take care of what he has. The dude has money for sure, a high rank in the special forces definitely pays a lot. I believe it’s six figures but he’d be making bank with how in demand he is. His money would mostly be saved though. He does his job because he loves it, not for the heavy wallet but of course that means he has even more. Honestly you probably would have no idea how much he actually made until you saw a bank statement. He’d spoil you for sure, and he’d love to do so, but in no way would he want you to ‘act’ spoiled if that makes sense. It’d probably piss him off if you began to use his money as your own. He’d get you everything and more but he wouldn’t want the snobby type of girl on his arm.
5. Alternate Talents
- Mechanics and Carpentry I could see him being really good at. If he ever had kids then they’d have the time of their lives helping him with whatever project he had. He definitely likes to keep busy so he’d probably build whatever he needs rather than going out to buy it. It would keep him working plus he’d get satisfaction out of it after it was completed. He’s independent so for cars, he’d definitely prefer to do it himself rather than take it to a shop and have some random dude work on his vehicles. He’d be the type of guy to have his garage turned into a workshop, filled with tools and ladders and whatever he needs for the most random projects.
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eldritchbauble · 8 months
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100 of the first questions I could think of because I like ask games:
Have you ever been stood up on a date?
How often do you dream and how often do you remember your dreams?
What's the first orange object you see?
Speaker, earbuds, or headphones?
Most uncommon pet you've had?
Furthest you've ever traveled from home?
Pick 5 plants to grow in a garden together:
Roll a d20 or pick a random number between 1-20 and tell me a memory from that age (roll until you get an age you can remember something from):
Favorite flavor of juice?
How many pairs of shoes to do own?
What color is the shirt you're wearing or wore last?
What song punches you right in the gut?
What song takes you to a happy place?
On a percentage basis, how sure are you that a higher power exists? Or doesn't?
Is a mango the ultimate fruit?
Favorite breed of dog?
Is it Berenstain or Berensitein Bears?
Most unusual/strangest food you've ever tried? Cooked?
Do you think you'd get into the Good Place?
Make a smoothie with 5 ingredients:
Make a pizza with 7 toppings:
What "bad" smell do you actually like?
How many languages have you attempted to learn in your life and which ones?
What type of tree is closest to you rn?
What temperature is it outside?
What are you wearing right now?
Do you like looking at the shapes in clouds?
Favorite flavor of fruit jam/jelly?
Have you ever cheated on a partner?
What "unloved" animal do you love?
If you could magically add 5 fish to an aquarium that met all of their needs and they could cohabitate, which would you choose (size doesn't matter either)?
How old were you the last time you dressed in costume for Halloween?
Have you ever traveled alone, and if so, how old were you the first time?
Mountains, forest, or ocean?
Have you ever broken up someone else's relationship?
What memory comes to mind when I say, "I can't believe I got away with that...?"
What do you hope future you remembers?
Do you like your birthday? Or hate it?
How do you take your coffee or tea?
Pretzels or chips?
Donuts or cake?
Cookies or cinnamon rolls?
What's your fantasy/ttrpg weapon?
Can you play the ukulele, or if not, can you play another string instrument?
What's your favorite day of the whole year and why?
Which letters of the LGBTQ+ do you use, if any? If you're queer what's your preferred umbrella label for the community?
Do you work, if so what do you do, and what would you rather do with your life?
Do you do any arts/crafts by hand?
Take this opportunity to plug/promo yourself if you want to:
Do you like bitter or sour flavors?
Do you believe in astrology and either way, what's your sign?
So you think you have good table manners?
Do you smoke, drink, get high, etc?
Are you or have you ever been religious?
Choose a bug that you have to allow to crawl on you:
Favorite flavor of chapstick?
Are you vegetarian/vegan/anything else?
Why do you think humans exist?
What temperatures are too hot/cold for you?
Do you believe in any cryptids?
Do you own a weighted blanket?
What's the scent of your favorite candle?
What controversial/unpopular food do you actually like (e.g. pineapple on pizza, mushrooms, candy corn)?
Tag 5 blogs/mutuals to go follow.
What's your most recent special interest or hyperfixation media?
What's sensory heaven vs sensory hell to you?
Have you ever dined at a 5 star restaurant?
What tarot card (if any) do you resonate with?
If you could choose one of your life's problems to solve with the push of a button, what would you fix right now?
Have you ever been cheated on?
Do you have any books on your reading list?
Share a poem you enjoy.
What childhood cartoon do you miss?
Do you journal?
What seemingly basic everyday task do you find difficult to accomplish?
What do you feel guilty for?
Favorite flavors of CapriSun and Arizona tea?
What bad habit do you wish you could enjoy without it being bad for you?
Most shocking or disappointing reason(s) you've had to end a friendship?
The weirdest, most interesting, or most fun story of how you've met someone?
What's words are missing from your life right now, that you wish someone said?
Have you ever felt fully happy and complete, even if it was short-lived?
How many oceans have you visited?
Tell me about any paranormal experiences you had.
Tell me an unhinged confession.
What little thing from your culture/region/country do you love?
What do you struggle with in life, and what do you wish people understood about it?
What is your favorite dinosaur?
Lemon or lime?
Have you ever met one of your "heroes" (or in other words just someone semi/famous you are a huge fan of)?
Are there any big/ very popular holidays you don't celebrate?
Are dinner and supper different things?
Have you ever forgotten your own birthday?
Explain what you do for work or one of your hobbies without saying what it is. Feel free to explain in the worst way possible.
How different does your life look from the plans you had in high school?
Do you like carnival rides?
Warm or cool colors?
Do you wear glasses?
Have you ever used a floppy disc?
What's on your anti-bucket list (things you NEVER want to do in your life)?
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bestanimatedmovie · 11 months
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Choose your favorite!
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What fans say:
Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron:
I was a Horse Girl TM, so I watched this movie a million times as a kid. It's honestly the best horse animation I've ever seen, all the backgrounds are gorgeous, and the soundtrack is incredible. Also the plot is anti-colonial/anti "taming of the west". Genuinely cannot pick a favorite scene, but I love the scene where Spirit commits many acts of violence against the US military <3
horsie :) I love how they use actual horse body language instead of just turning them into a dog. Also enjoy how the protags are easily understandable with just body language and neighs. Also the 2d and 3d animation blend seamless.
I cannot begin to tell you what makes this movie so good. It's a corner stone of animated media. The societal commentary. The incredible emotion of not only the story but the animation. The songs. Sound the Bugle makes me cry every time.
This movie was a key part of my childhood and “Sound the Bugle” still makes me tear up.
This is like the greatest horse movie of all time and I will not change my mind. I watched this movie so many times as a kid that both the VHS and first cd I had for it got ruined and we had to replace it with another cd LOL. I once convinced my teacher to let us watch it in class because it had a few scenes with Native Americans and we were learning about them at the time(It's about the old west and the expansion of the United States westward so it has some Native American characters but def not enough to make it a Native American film, but it does have positive representation I think?) The main character is the horse Spirit, a lead stallion for a herd of mustangs. His thoughts are narrated but he doesn't actively talk and the horse behaviors are pretty realistic, also the ART of it all, James Baxter was one of the lead animators for this film and his work is incredible, and hand done. Some of the behind the scenes stuff in the extras makes the animation look 3d its so good, and the camera work is also insane. As a horse obsessed child this movie was a staple for me, and I prefer it even over live action movies with actual horses. ALSO THE SOUNDTRACK OH MY GODDD how can I almost forget, the soundtrack for this movie goes so hard, I used to use some of the songs as hype music not even lying.
The Mitchells vs. the Machines:
It’s in its core about family, how we can drift and argue. Not because of one true fault, but because we are different. It shows how being weird and different don’t make you less of a family while not demonizing people who do have more stereotypical ‘perfect’ families. I think it portrays our humanity and the way we bond and what we do for those we love, what we sacrifice, so well. It’s so funny and so sweet.
It's funny and the family is neurodivergent and it's just really nice v good time it looks like anti technology at first but its clearly more of a criticism on capitalism I just really like that movie its pretty to look at.
It's funky!!! hang on, bullet point list time: - has such a unique and expressive animation style - has a lot of pop culture references that don't really feel overbearing - has honestly one of the best family dynamics in a movie I've seen???? - realistic characters!!! with realistic and interesting character arcs!!! - absolutely hilarious. makes me laugh every time i watch it :) - comedic villain! gotta love me one of those. also she's badass for a smartphone so - tHERE ARE FURBIES - basically it's very chaotic but also heartwarming, and it's honestly my favourite movie :D
Heartwarming story about family! Also kickass animation
Very good stylized animation. Well written and designed characters. Super funny and sooo heart warming. Fucking rad action scenes (again the animation is fantastic). The story comes together well, it's just quite well written. + Protective dad character who's not annoying as hell (that's rare!). I love every part of when they're at the dinosaur museum thing.
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itsclydebitches · 10 months
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I know there's a lot to unpack in James' new interview but I am feral, FERAL I SAY, over this fucking line right here:
"His need was to be loved, and his tragic flaw was the belief that he was unlovable."
Back before Season 3 hit and Tedependent became ~trendy~ (not actually lol) I was heacanoning and writing Trent as a pretty anxious individual, someone with a ton of internalized self-loathing whose "whole vibe" was more of a mask than legitimate self-confidence. At the time I worried about him coming across as too OOC because really, what did we have to support this? Ted Lasso's prevailing theme of men discovering love and support when they previously had none? The lovely parallel of Trent struggling with many of Ted's own flaws, but presenting in opposite ways (cutting cynicism vs. endless optimism)? The then—far less developed—comments from James that Trent might have a rough relationship with his father? It felt unsubstantiated, unpersuasive, built more on my own interest in those kinds of characters and the occasional awkward moment from Trent than actual canon. Even into Season 3 I questioned whether my reading of him as struggling, significantly, with the care Ted offers wasn't just a result of my own, imagined inner life for him.
But NOW.
I'm sorry, hold up, can I just re-confirm that TRENT'S TRAGIC FLAW IS HIS BELIEF THAT HE'S UNLOVABLE? Unlovable??? Thank you, James Lance, for validating every reading I've had of this character since he first appeared on screen. Do people realize the depth this adds to every interaction Trent has? Particularly with Ted? Unlovable Trent Crimm starts off this relationship with a sincere compliment on his style ("I like your glasses"), something that Season 3 will present as a core part of his personality, something he's largely hidden away. Unlovable Trent Crimm grappling with the fact that yes, Ted enjoyed spending time with him. Him. WHILE he was playing the part of the asshole journalist. Unlovable Trent not being rejected when he admits, in moments of vulnerability, that he "Loves [their] chats." Unlovable Trent having his father's (likely snide) "Independent" comment reframed as a fun pun + advice to follow his "bliss": you have support, Trent, no matter what you choose to do. I don't care if you're successful covering a masculine-coded sport, I care if you're happy. Unlovable Trent committing the ultimate betrayal and being forgiven for it, immediately. Unlovable Trent being forcibly integrated into the Richmond family; actively accepted rather than passively tolerated: yes you should work here, yes you're a Diamond Dog, sit your butt down, Trenthouse Magazine, you will never be excluded again.
I'm sorry for the rambling post but I'm just so!! Insane about this!!! So much of Trent's hesitance could have been written off as a result of his career. That is, it might have been merely a learned reaction after decades of deliberately pissing people off. Of course they dislike him, but take him out of that environment and everything's fixed. Yet James has confirmed that he played Trent as intrinsically believing this. The career was a result of that unfounded fear—Might as well keep people at a distance before they hurt me first—as well as, simultaneously, a desire to somehow achieve the love that should have been unconditional from the start—Maybe my father will like me if I can be that "alpha male man's man" in print. Because this isn't just a flaw, it's a tragic flaw, a literary term that denotes a deficiency that leads to the character's downfall. This belief is so entrenched that it has led to Trent actively self-sabotaging his chances of being loved in the first place; a horrible self-fulfilling prophecy. He NEEDED someone like Ted—a fucking love sledgehammer that forces people to accept his care in the least subtle ways possible, even when they're acting as their own worst enemy—and by god, he got him!
Aside from Nate, Trent has always felt like the most isolated character to me at the start of the series (and even Nate has a good relationship with his mother and sister). What we've learned in Season 3 and James' interviews has only reinforced that reading for me: he was closeted in his marriage, unintentionally hurting his daughter, he's suffering under his father's expectations, he hates the press persona he's created to survive, he's bored at his job, footballers and other potential interviewees despise him—and not without reason (Roy). He has no friends that we see pre-Richmond and he's reached a point where the simple act of someone saying that they liked spending the day with him—again, while he's actively TRYING to piss them off and keep his distance—has him in such a state of shock he runs for the door, pens an uncharacteristically hopeful write-up, and is well on his way to upending his entire life for that man.
Because of course he is!!! From Trent's perspective Ted is a fucking impossibility shaped into human form. This is a man in his 40s whose greatest lifelong fear—now all but a certainty at his age—has been dismantled in a matter of hours. I'd write a book-length love letter to him too! And RIP to finale!Trent, but I would have run fucking Rom-Com style after the man who not only changed my life, but my entire sense of self-worth. (Ah fuck, but there's that tragic flaw again, keeping Trent hesitant. I now stand by my reading of the "I'll leave you be" scene as an unrequited goodbye.)
But finale aside, the man who'd convinced himself he was unlovable fell for the man who was love incarnate.
If that's not the most romantic shit you've ever heard idk what is!!!
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cactikiki · 1 month
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Name your headcsnons about our boi Kieran (Apologies if you have done this already)
I HAVE SO MANY. this is probably a fraction of my headcanons honestly but I don't remember them all lmao. HERE WE GO!
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Kieran
• he has anxiety, the tism™️ and BPD (twinning 🤝)
• stims include tapping his foot, rocking his hand to the side of him, bouncing his leg (or foot) when sat down. He also has vocal stims, which usually come from tunes or phrases he hears; wowzers is one of them!
• playing with his hair is a big stim. He ruffles it, pulls at it, twirls it, strokes it, runs his hands through it, etc. He likes how his hair feels and that's why so many of his stims involve it :]
• he often mutters to himself, whispering his inner thought processes
• his parents left years ago. He has no idea where they went, only knows that they didn't care about their kids. When he was young he was told they'd died, to 'protect' him. You'd think Carmine and the grandparents would've learned from that incident during teal mask, huh? (This is also the case for villain!Kieran, but normal Kieran would likely avoid ever meeting his parents)
• he is terrible at video games. Still, he likes playing them on occasion; definitely more of a 'cosy game' enjoyer with a biiiiit of threat. He'd play Minecraft, Stardew Valley and Terraria for example
• he's short right now– shortest of the friend group– but he'll eventually be pretty tall when he's 17. Shorter than Nemona and Arven at that age, but still tall enough that it shocks people at first
• chocolate wafer bars are his comfort food!
• his grandma taught him how to cook, while his grandpa taught him how to make tea and to knit.
• despite the above, he's not very good at cooking... he burns things. A lot.
• during his emoism™️ he would kick things, punch things, slam things etc and every time, he'd act cool about it until he was out of the room. Then he lets out a little owie or a hiss of pain </3
• started cursing more the moment his hair was tied up. He was convinced it made him sound more mature. Even after everything's said and done and he's doing better mentally + friends with Florian and co again, he can't quite shake the habit and curses every so often in conversation
• resting bitch face + talks in a 'moody' quiet voice a lot, leading people to think he's annoyed when he's actually feeling neutral or even happy
• if cat person vs dog person exists in the Pokémon universe, Kieran’s a cat person. I guess this means he likes Pokémon that are more like cats, whether they actually are cats or not
• he likes flowers a lot. That's it that's the headcanon. I think he'd like sketching them and studying them, maybe his original pokémon team and the open fields of Kitakami made him interested? And, funnily enough, his crush's name means blossoming, flourishing flower....
• he still stays up late and sometimes doesn't sleep at all, but this is much rarer now. Normally it's because he has a good(-ish) reason not to sleep– at least, that's what he says.
• applin was his first Pokémon!
• when he traded Florian an applin, Florian traded back a shiny applin. He actually started this search right after he left Kitakami, and found it a week before heading to Blueberry; he was prepared and wanted a good way to apologise. Of course, he didn't expect what'd happened with Kieran.
• Florian has a shiny furret. It was on his team when he fought Kieran and won; after Kieran boxed his own for being too weak. Ouch.... (based on the fact I had furret as one of my last pokemon when his ace went down </3) this is technically a Florian hc but!! It made Kieran rethink a little, later on. It was also extremely devastating at the time
• Kieran naturally gets really good at battling. He could 100% be part of the elite four or even the champion when he's older, even with him slowing down and doing battles just for fun
• Kieran doesn't always enjoy physical touch, but he's also pretty touch starved. He likes hugs and anything gentle, and usually only from people he knows well
Feel free to ask for more headcanons about him or candyapple etc in future, I love doing these posts!
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cedarxwing · 3 months
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Will Graham vs. His Protective Instincts vs. Morality
Will's motivations are interesting because he's antisocial and misanthropic, he has arrogant narcissistic tendencies, but he's also compelled to protect the vulnerable. He enjoys the feeling of killing but is, at his core, a good person. His urge to protect always overrides adherence to the law, allowing him to develop an unconventional system of morality. This is arguably his greatest similarity to Clarice Starling, the reason why Hannibal is so in love with him, and the reason why he could finally be with Hannibal at the end of S3.
Most obviously, he collects stray dogs, but he keeps them well-trained. He's the head of the pack, they follow his commands, and he feels safer not being alone. He hallucinates dog whimpers of pain in 1x08 (a reference to Clarice's screaming lambs).
Then there's his relationship to fatherhood. When he becomes Abigail's legal guardian, she is extremely vulnerable to public scrutiny and Freddie's bad influence. He sees himself in her, both as a fellow outcast and hunter/fisher. She's literally the living version of all those dead girls that he's pictured killing over and over again. Even without being infected with Hobbs's mindset, of course he's obsessed with her.
When he thinks Abigail's dead in S2 and is confronted with the possibility of having another child, he admits "I still dream about Abigail. I dream I'm teaching her how to fish." When she's actually dead in S3, she haunts him as an imago, saying she'd still want to go back to Hannibal. Abigail is basically Hannah, the slaughter horse that Clarice couldn't save from the ranch (Hannibal: "Would you protect this child the way you couldn't protect Abigail?") except her death marks the end of his career, and the only thing it drives him to do is take revenge on Hannibal.
When he finds out that Abigail is a murderer and decides to protect her, that's the first time being a good person forces him to step outside of the law. This is echoed later in the season when he feels protective over another murderer, Georgia Madgen.
He completely loses faith in the law during his slow downhill slide in S2a (his wrongful incarceration, his farce of a trial, and Beverly's failure to catch Hannibal), culminating in his decision to ask Matthew Brown to kill Hannibal. To add insult to injury, only Hannibal himself could free Will in the end.
Will continues to operate outside of the law during the honeytrap plot. What is his motivation to catch Hannibal in S2b? Pure revenge for Abigail and Beverly. He's not protecting anyone from Hannibal (except maybe Alana at the beginning, but I think he realizes eventually that Hannibal wouldn't hurt her unless he really had to). He witnesses firsthand the kind of people Hannibal kills for fun (Chilton, Randall Tier sent to die by Will's hand, Freddie Lounds, Mason Verger) and they all suck. Will doesn't care about these people. The only person Will wants to protect in S2b is Peter Bernardone (a reflection of himself), and he has to protect him from the miscarriage of justice. In that last two episodes of S2, Will realizes that Hannibal doesn't deserve to die (and also falls in love with him). So when the FBI fucks up his plan, he protects Hannibal by warning him.
Will grapples with this decision throughout S3a. At this point he has no interest in handing Hannibal to the authorities. The only justice Will recognizes is the one served by his own hands, and he doesn't even know what that would be until the moment he pulls the knife (in the middle of a public square... really, what kind of plan is that).
Meanwhile, Hannibal is having his own revelation that nobody can replace Will. He can force people like Gideon (a literally serial killer, just like Hannibal) to join him at his table, but they're boring and beneath him. Bedelia is dispassionately cruel, but she's self-serving and afraid of him and won't cross the boundary of cannibalism. Anthony Dimmond delights in wickedness and has a certain flirtatious charm, but he's also self-serving and hollow. No morals. Will has given him a taste of what it's like to have a truly good person understand and approve of his true self. How can Hannibal live without that?
Florence is a disaster. Muskrat Farm is even worse. Once again, the FBI and the police mess everything up, except this time their corruption is even more overt. Even Alana Bloom, bastion of morality, is "facilitating torture and death" for money. Will is sick of dealing with people like her and Pazzi ("the ugly faces of the crowd") and is tired of playing Hannibal's game. That's when we get his Digestivo "Goodbye, Hannibal."
Of course, who understands Will's psychology better than Hannibal? He remembers the only time Will chose him was when he thought he was in danger in 2x13. He knows that he can only earn Will's forgiveness and acceptance if he's vulnerable, and where would Hannibal be more vulnerable than in the hands of the law? "I want you to know exactly where I am and where you can find me." More like, "Oooh noooo, they might give me the needle, Will. :( :( Look at me, I'm a helpless baby bird. Come visit me in jail where I'll surely be suffering so so much just like you wanted." The irony being that Will hasn't cared about catching Hannibal for ages now.
Three years pass and Will pretends not to find ugliness in the faces of the crowd. He marries a literal angel. His step-son resents him, so he doesn't get to be a father like he wanted, but he tries his best. (Actually in the book, Will feels like he has to compete with the step-son and his grandparents for Molly, who is always putting her son's interests first).
At this point, Will hates Jack, Alana, Chilton, all of them. They represent avarice and betrayal. They are the system that has failed Will so many times. The only reason he returns to Maryland is to save Dolarhyde's future families (and, deep down inside, see Hannibal again), which he can't do because there's no way to determine how he's choosing his victims (I think he literally was finding them via social media. The home video plot from the book wouldn't make sense in a universe with iPads and Facebook). The only way to catch Dolarhyde is through Hannibal.
Bedelia warns Will of his downfall: "The next time your instinct is to help someone, you should really consider crushing them instead. You might save yourself some trouble." This has a double meaning: Will shouldn't be consulting on the Dragon case, and he shouldn't save Hannibal from Dolarhyde in 3x13 (the second meaning being self-serving, as we see what happens to Bedelia when Will goes ahead and saves Hannibal anyway).
Hannibal telling Dolarhyde to kill Will's family is interesting. Besides petty jealousy, his motivation is to remove distractions and keep Will consulting him on cases. Fostering codependency, as usual. His second motivation is to make Will realize that, by trying to protect faceless strangers he puts people he actually cares about in danger. What's the point, then? What is right and wrong anymore?
Finally, Dolarhyde's return from death gives Will the opportunity to spring Hannibal out of prison. He never really wanted Hannibal there in the first place, but now he's pissed and curious what would happen. What would Dolarhyde do with Hannibal? What would Hannibal do if he escaped? He doesn't really want Hannibal dead ("I'd pack my bags if I were you, Bedelia. Meat's back on the menu.") but he genuinely deliberates while looking down at Hannibal bleeding on the floor.
Of course, Hannibal is literally the pleading woman caught in the coil of the dragon's tail (Will even hallucinates the Blake painting with Hannibal as the woman clothed in sun at 37:45). What could be more "wounded bird lying in the grass?" And at the end of the day, Will loves him, so he reaches for the gun to protect him (and gets stabbed, just as Bedelia warned).
This act completes Will's character arc, similar to the moment Clarice shoots the bodyguards to save Hannibal in the novel. "How do you act when the conventional honors have no value? [deleted line from 3x13 script]" Just like Jack, Alana, and Hannibal, Will acts according to his own system of morality. This isn't black and white like saving a hostage (Hobbs) or saving himself (Randall Tier, and that time Mason kidnapped him and Hannibal in S2). This isn't a phone call warning Hannibal to run. Is it good to lie to the FBI and let all those people die to free Hannibal and kill Dolarhyde? To Will, it is. It's beautiful. Ethics become aesthetics.
As for dragging them over the cliff... uhhhh... well, Hannibal isn't a wounded bird at that point, so he has to go I guess. Haha just kidding. Maybe it's Will's last ditch effort to protect the world from them. "Save yourself, kill them all," except now Will is one of "them." Or maybe the moral conflict of his love for Hannibal creates a mental rift too horrible to confront. Or maybe the cliff fall is metaphorical, like the devil's fall from heaven. Maybe all three!
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Not As Expected 
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader
Word count: ~6.7k
Summary: You and Wanda have a baby
A/N: Apologies y’all. I know very little about birthgiving. also very stressed atm so I will be in and out today. Mostly out. Enjoy ...
Warnings: Angst, very vague descriptions of labor
You’re woken up from your dream about infinite dogs by a swift kick to your shin. You jump in surprise that eventually becomes pain when you open your eyes and realize what just happened. You sigh inaudibly as you look to your wife beside you who is predictably restless. She’s muttering under her breath and shifting occasionally as she dreams about something you’d probably never be able to guess.
Since reaching the third trimester, Wanda has become a regular occupant of the many different pieces of furniture in your house. She seems to have very little energy these days, and you often come home to find her sleeping on the couch in the den, or upstairs under the covers in bed. You don’t mind the sleeping because you know how tired your wife is, and honestly when she’s asleep she doesn’t have time to fret about your baby’s imminent arrival.
Despite having everything prepared, the nursery is fully stocked and decorated, and the house has been child-proofed as much as necessary for an infant, Wanda still is anxious. She often flits around the house looking for something that needs fixing, or rearranging in the already finished nursery that she’s redecorated twice. She decided that she wanted to change the theme from clouds to baby animals and you just obediently went to the store and helped her in any way possible.
You’ve been anxious throughout Wanda’s pregnancy too because despite knowing that she was mere weeks away from giving birth, the previous attempts at getting pregnant have made you fearful. You had given up trying getting pregnant, and you and Wanda had talked about adopting. You’d actually matched with several children, but they never made it to your house due to biological family conflict, or incompatibility issues. After a few months of trying that, Wanda expressed her desire to try and get pregnant. She was at the compound maybe once monthly, but otherwise she was a stay-at-home mom to their cat, two dogs and rat so she honestly had nothing better to do.
She’d posed the question like this and despite rolling your eyes at the idea, you’d eventually decided that it was worth a shot.
Your wife had been excited about the prospect of being pregnant in a way you’d never been, and you were glad that it had only taken a couple of tries with IVF for her to get to this point. She was thrilled and despite the early sickness, mood swings and now constant soreness and fatigue, Wanda was still excited. She was ready to be a mom to a human baby and she just hoped to give birth to a healthy, happy one soon.
You and Wanda had talked about it a lot, and despite being curious, you both had decided to wait to learn the sex of the baby until they arrived. It was a little difficult preparing for them this way, but you’d been against the pink vs blue thing from the start so you were all too willing to buy anything and everything for your kid. You of course had bought so many stuffed animals that they filled almost half the crib, but Wanda let you do it and enjoyed watching you excitedly arrange them around the nursery.
Overall, Wanda’s pregnancy had been pretty painless, and you were grateful for this. She’d only had mild sickness and cravings early on, and her mood swings were usually manageable and easily solved with cuddling. Your friends and brother-in-law stopped by often to check in and they all promised to help when the baby arrived. You were very grateful for this and you wouldn’t hesitate to ask for assistance because you were exhausted and Wanda was even more exhausted. You were also eager for your family to get to know your little one. You’d all been waiting a long time for this.
You had it easy compared to your wife, and you knew that. However, when nights such as this became more frequent you started to wonder if this was still true. You loved your wife, there was no question about that, but you couldn’t say that you loved being woken up in the middle of the night. Most of the time Wanda would talk in her sleep or move around so much that she jostles you. When you were particularly unfortunate like tonight, she’d hit you because she was dreaming.
You watch as she continues to dream and you consider your next move. You don’t want to wake her up because she hadn’t felt good before going to sleep, but you do try to move away a bit so you’re out of striking distance.
This works about as well as it usually does, and as soon as you pull away from your wife she stirs with an irritated whine.
“Come back.”
You’re not even sure if she’s awake when she says this, her eyes are still closed, but you know better than to try and resist. You merely sigh and move back towards your wife and pull her into your arms. Maybe if she settles, she won’t kick you again. You’re not convinced that this is the case, but you manage to fall back asleep before you’re proven wrong.
When you wake up next the sun is up and streaming in from between the curtains. You shift so it’s not shining in your face and it’s in that moment that you realize your wife isn’t in bed. You frown and sit up as you look at the clock to see that it’s late. It’s 9 am and you’re wondering how you slept in so much.
“Wands?”
You slowly get out of bed because you’re only half-awake before you glance to the bathroom. The door is closed so you knock but after a few seconds of no response you open the door carefully. You call out for Wanda again but she doesn’t answer and you quickly see the bathroom is empty. You frown before deciding to go downstairs figuring that your wife might be in the kitchen. You walk down the stairs and immediately see your two shepherds standing in the kitchen watching and waiting for something.
You realize what that is as soon as you spot Wanda standing at the counter in front of the ingredients she’d gathered to make her breakfast. Her hands are planted on the counter and she’s bending over slightly in a way that makes you think she’s going to be sick. You hurry the rest of the way to her, ignoring your two dogs, as you try to figure out what’s wrong.
“Wanda, are you okay? Are you in pain?”
You wait anxiously as Wanda takes a deep breath before shaking her head. She turns to you with a forced smile that does little to make you feel better, but you don’t have time to ask again before she’s offering an explanation.
“I’m fine, Y/n. I was just going to make breakfast, but then I started to feel weird. I’m better now though.”
Wanda is about to grab the eggs in front of her, but you’re still a little concerned so you reach out to stop her. You take her hands with a frown and wait until she’s looking at you to ask. You notice that both Rogue and Boone are anxious, and you don’t think it’s because there’s bacon nearby that you’re not sharing.
“What do you mean weird? Are you having contractions?”
You’d been worried about Wanda not telling you when she was feeling poorly since the beginning of her pregnancy. She didn’t like to bother you and you’d only tried to tell her a dozen times that it wasn’t a bother, and that you wanted to make sure she was comfortable. She’d done a good job since her second trimester, but now you’re nervous again. When you see her gaze dart away from you and to the duo on the ground that was whining at this point, you realize that something was off.
“I started having them yesterday, but they stopped fairly quickly so I thought it was nothing.”
You’re probably staring at her incredulously, but you don’t notice as you try to think about where the bag you’d packed for your sudden emergency trip to the hospital is located. It was already in the car, wasn’t it?
“You’ve been having contractions since yesterday?”
Wanda shakes her head as she tries to explain better because she can tell you’re panicking and she doesn’t want that. You don’t need to panic about this, it’s fine.
“No, just for about an hour, but then they came back just now. They’ve stopped though.”
You shoot your wife an appraising look before you nod in understanding. You look back to the food that’s out and you decide that you’re going to make breakfast. You say this and Wanda tries to argue but you shake your head before leading her over to the counter to sit down.
“If you want you can help from here, but I can handle it, Wands.”
She just sighs in defeat and you can’t help but smile victoriously as you finally take a second to greet your dogs. You scratch the two of them at once because despite learning to get along, they are very jealous whenever the other one gets attention. You’re only a little worried about how they’ll react to a baby taking all of your time.
“Hello my handsome boys, were you keeping your mommy company?”
They both try to lick you and you laugh before waving them away toward your wife. They’re not allowed to be in the kitchen and they know this, but sometimes you aren’t super strict. You’ve been trying to do better since Wanda was moving slower and didn’t need to be tripping on your dogs. She’s almost tripped over Boone when he’d snuck up on her while she was cooking once, and you’d freaked out.
You loved your pets, even Fletcher, but you had become increasingly stressed by the idea of them adjusting to your newborn. You knew none of them would be alone with them, but they were all young and energetic creatures that sometimes didn’t understand calm. You had a feeling it would be fine, and there would just be an adjustment period. However, as the vet and the main caretaker of the fur children, you felt responsible for them and their behavior. You watch as the duo leave you and walk over to Wanda who reaches down to pet them with a smile. She’s glad that Boone and Rogue were able to get past their initial disagreements and they were almost as close as Boone and Fletcher at this point. The older shepherd had gravitated more towards Wanda once he became more comfortable with you two and especially once you moved back home.
He was often found at Wanda’s side no matter where she was, and you loved that she had a good relationship with him. You would have felt guilty if both dogs had gravitated towards you. You finish washing your hands and turn to the stove which lets you face your wife and you can’t help but smile as she coos at the duo at her feet. She pats her lap as you’re mixing the eggs and you watch as both Boone and Rogue try to jump up to put their feet in Wanda’s lap.
They grumble at each other in annoyance but Wanda shifts so she can accommodate both of them and they stretch so they can lick her face in a sloppy kiss.
“Good boys. You’re going to be such good older brothers, hmm?”
The dogs just whine in response and you laugh as you check to make sure the pan in front of you is hot before pouring the eggs in. You consider what Wanda says as you start to stir absentmindedly. You imagine the three of you all cuddling with your pets as a big happy family and you find yourself smiling. It’s all you’ve ever wanted, to have a large family with your wife and be able to enjoy a life separate from the mob. You’re sure raising kids will be stressful, but as long as it’s not life-or-death stressful you’re ready for it.
“Y/n. “
You hum slightly in acknowledgement as you turn off the stove once the eggs are finished. You’ll let Wanda eat these while you make her bacon and then you’ll make yourself some. You realize that Wanda hasn’t responded and you frown slightly as you look up to see her staring at you with a slightly panicked look.
“What? What is it?”
Wanda looks down to her stomach and then the floor where the dogs are both sniffing a small puddle and she tries to take a deep breath.
“I think my water just broke.”
Natasha Romanoff was bored and it wasn’t even 9am. She had gotten up at 4 as usual, gone for her normal run and trained with her sister already. She didn’t have anything scheduled until 10, but she hated to just sit around and do nothing. It was Saturday and she should be happy to have time to relax before her day really begins. She’d spoken with Pietro yesterday, and there was way too little to do for a Saturday. She’s not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, but she’s trying to figure out what she can do to fill her day when her phone rings.
She sighs as she reaches for the device with an uninterested look. She expected something work-related, but she sees it’s you and she’s quick to answer it. She sits up with a smile.
“Hey, Y/n, what’s up?”
You try to sound as calm as possible because you are really trying not to worry too much. You know that Wanda will pick up on your stress which will only increase her own, so you speak in an almost uninterested tone as you continue to speed down the road.
“Hey, Nat. I have a favor to ask if you don’t mind.”
You glance over to Wanda to see that she’s breathing deeply and trying not to flinch in pain as her contractions continue.
“Sure kid, what do you need?”
You clear your throat before speeding through a yellow light. This is a normal thing for you, so you’re not showing any signs of stress at all. Definitely not.
“Well Wanda’s in labor, and I was wondering if you could meet us at the clinic.”
Nat doesn’t register your words completely given your almost lackadaisical attitude and she just nods in confirmation. It only takes her a second to curse and jump up and find her keys before she’s rushing out the door.
“She is? Wow, ok. We’ll be there soon!”
You and Wanda had discussed at length where you should go for the redhead to give birth. The compound had been your first thought, but Wanda didn’t want that. She found it stressful to go to work where people would undoubtedly hear or see she was pregnant. She’d only been so willing to be pregnant because you both agreed to keep it a secret for as long as possible. This meant not visiting the compound after a few months when she started showing, and then not spending time out in public until they were born. You’d gone along with it because you wanted Wanda and your baby to be as safe as possible.
For this reason, you and Wanda were on the way to a smaller, private clinic that had agreed to host her when the time came. It only took the doctor you’d chosen knowing about it for the entire thing to be possible. She owned the clinic and was a good friend from a former life that could guarantee anonymity for the two of you.
Your first call had been to her to make sure that today worked, not like there was much of a choice given how things were progressing, and she’d said that she was already at work. She’d told you to come on in, but not to hurry because it sounded like it could still be a while before the baby came. You’d told Wanda this and she’d relaxed as much as possible with the sharp pains continuing to surprise her.
“Thanks, Nat.”
When you and Wanda arrive, you’re only a little surprised to see that Nat and Yelena are there already. You smile at them before you hurry to get out of the car so you can help your wife. You can tell that she’s in pain and you hate that there’s not much you can do about it. Well there’s not really anything you can do about it unless you count asking the doctor for an epidural or pain meds stat.
“Hey, Nat. Yelena. Thanks for coming so quickly.”
The duo just nods and Nat’s smiling as she helps you open the passenger-side door and reach for your wife. Wanda’s smiling but it looks vaguely like a grimace as she greets her friends who despite not showing it, in Yelena’s case at least, are excited to be here with you two.
The family has only been waiting for years to have the two of you to have a kid, and now that it was happening, they were over the moon. Wanda waddles her way across the short distance from the car to the clinic doors. Everything had already been arranged and the group of four were met by a nurse and quickly led to a room.
“Good morning, everyone. Are we ready to have a baby?”
You watch as Wanda smiles slightly as she nods in confirmation. You assist her as she’s walking and you feel your heart rate start to pick up at the realization that it’s happening. You’re about to have a baby.
“Y/n?”
Wanda’s voice breaks through your slightly panicked state and you turn to her as you help her sit down on the exam table. She’s shooting you a worried look and you frown automatically because she shouldn’t be worried right now. You want her to be as calm as possible for this sure to be stressful and physically draining process. You’re going to do your best to make sure this happens.
“Yes?”
“Are you okay?”
The question seems ridiculous to you given that your wife is the one who is about to push a baby out of her. You nearly laugh at her question but you realize why she’s asking as soon as you nod in answer.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m great. So ready for this.”
You wait as patiently as possible as things get set up and Wanda is examined. You are grateful that there’s a privacy screen because some of the noises you hear are making you nauseous. You feel like a wimp but you’re tired and you are a vet for a reason. You do your best to hide any sign of discomfort as you squeeze Wanda’s hand with a smile.
“How are you feeling, my love?”
The redhead smiles at you despite the fact that the strengthening of her contractions makes her head swim. She is glad to have you here with her despite your reservations, and she’s only a little worried about how long this is going to take.
“I’m okay, thank you for being here with me.”
You lean over to kiss your wife as you glance to your friends who are in the doorway only occasionally glancing in.  You know that at least Yelena is as squeamish as you are, and Nat’s on the phone with someone, probably Pietro. She’ll keep him updated and he won’t come until closer to the delivery time. Wanda will be stressed if he’s here too early because he’s bound to rile her up one way or another. Not to mention, the older Maximoff surely doesn’t want to see this part.
“Of course, Wands. I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”
Of course, as you say this you consider what you left at home and how you’re certain that someone is going to have to check on your pets. You can’t help but smile and Wanda’s watching you so she doesn’t miss it. She shoots you a curious look that turns a little pained as a particularly strong contraction hits her.
“What’s with the smile?”
You turn back to Wanda and you take a moment to brush the stray hairs from her face with a smirk.
“I was just thinking about how the boys have certainly eaten your eggs and bacon at this point. Fletcher probably helped.”
Wanda’s eyes widen as you mention your quick departure and how you hadn’t taken time to clean up breakfast before heading here. You’re not really worried. You’re more amused than anything, but Wanda is starting to stress which makes you realize you should have kept this particular thought to yourself.
“Oh no! Fletcher is going to be blocked, and the dogs are going to vomit and--.”
You shake your head as you squeeze her hand and try to distract her from the frantic thoughts as she imagines the chaos that could be happening at home right now. You kiss her cheek before reminding her that you have a lot of family, and you’d already asked someone to check on the kids at home.
“No, no. Everyone will be fine. Piet’s going to check on them. You just focus on here and now, okay Wands?”
The next five hours feel like 10 as you and Wanda wait to meet your baby. Wanda is honestly the one doing all the work, and you’re just sitting by her side as she nearly breaks your hand and cries off and on. It’s a relatively easy labor despite its seemingly daunting length, but Wanda delivers a healthy baby girl and you couldn’t be happier.
You’re exhausted, but you know that compared to your wife you had an easy time. She’s sleeping now after you reassured her that you would look after your baby, and the whole family is standing in the room as they all look at the new addition to the family.
“Oh my god.”
“She’s so tiny.”
“Are you going to tell us her name, kid?”
You can’t help but smile as you shake your head as you stand and pass your daughter to her uncle first. He’d been running back and forth between here and your house to check on your pets and to make sure he wasn’t in the way. The only ones who’d hung out for the entire time was Steve as he stayed nearby to make sure nothing went wrong. He’d been on guard for so long that he was nearly falling asleep where he stood. It’s only after Pietro was finished cooing over his niece for now that Steve perked up. The baby was passed to him and he jumped slightly as he tightened his hold on the little one.
He didn’t want to imagine what would happen to him if he’d dropped her.
“Not yet guys. Wands wants to be awake to break the news, so I wouldn’t hold your breath.”
You smile slightly as you turn away from your precious bundle that looked miniscule in Steve’s arms to look to your wife. Wanda finally looked relaxed and you brushed some of her hair out of her face. She was sweaty and undoubtedly sore, but you were going to let her sleep for a while.
Nurses would come back and take your daughter for a bit, and although you planned on staying with Wanda, you’d asked Nat to go with her and not let her out of her sight.
It was unlikely, but you wouldn’t put it past someone to try and kidnap your baby and you’d rather be paranoid than heartbroken.
Pietro sighs dramatically, but its effect is dimmed by the fact that he’s still beaming. He’s so happy for his sister, and you, because you’d waited so long for this. You finally had a kid and he couldn’t wait to spoil her. Pietro says this and everyone laughs as Yelena finally gets her turn with her niece as well. She looks to the little squishy chubby face and she falls in love immediately. She kisses her cheek before turning at the sound of the door opening behind them. She sees some nurses in scrubs and realizes that they need to do their thing. She hates to let her go, but she knows she’ll be in good hands as her sister follows the trio out of the room.
“She’ll be plenty spoiled with all of the family she has.”
Wanda’s still groggy a few hours later when she wakes up to an unexpected presence on her chest. She frowns slightly and is about to shift and roll over when she feels a hand on her arm. She opens her eyes to see you holding her still as you meet her gaze with a smile before looking back to your daughter who’s nursing.
“Sorry, she was getting fussy. Little one has an attitude already.”
Wanda smiles at this as she looks to where her daughter is cocooned in blankets and being held against her chest by her wife as she feeds. She reaches out to hold her, and at that moment she realizes how tired she still is. Her arms are sore and she almost drops them until she hears her daughter coo as her eyes open.
“Hi there little one.”
Wanda smiles widely and tearfully as she takes a moment to interact with her baby. You just watch in admiration as your daughter tries to follow your wife’s hand. She blinks and you almost cry when Wanda starts to cry again. You’re sure she has a headache from how much stress she’s been under and how much she’s cried. You’re glad to at least see that she looks happy, and you sigh in relief as you sit down next to your two girls.
“How are you feeling, love?”
Your hand is still on Wanda’s arm and she sighs happily as she turns to you with a smile. You move closer so you’re able to kiss her cheek, and she hums happily before turning back to the little bundle that’s fallen asleep at this point.
“I’m great, detka. I’m so happy…and tired.”
You smile at this and nod in understanding before looking around to see if there was anyone nearby. You are sure that Wanda would like to go home and sleep, but you honestly can’t remember if she’s supposed to stay here for a while. You are sure your friends are lurking around somewhere, at least Steve and Bucky, and you grab your phone before offering Wanda a sympathetic smile.
“I bet. You did so well though. Do you want me to see when we can go home?”
Wanda nods tiredly and you start to dial Steve’s number when you notice someone walk by the door. They glance in quickly so as not to see anything they shouldn’t but once they realize the coast is clear they’re shooting both you and Wanda a smile.
“Hey there. How’s it going in here?”
Wanda turns at the sound of her friend’s voice and she smiles as she shrugs half-heartedly. You wave Bucky in and smile as you watch him look to your daughter who you still haven’t called by her name yet. You and Wanda had talked about potential names once you realized that you were having a girl. You didn’t want to know initially, you liked the idea of being surprised, but Wanda had been adamant about needing to properly prepare, so you’d given in. In the end, the only difference between preparing for a girl vs a boy was the name. You bought many pink things, blue things, and everything in between.
Both you and Wanda were on the same page about raising a kid. You wanted to do it together and you wanted to do it in a way that would give your child a freedom that neither of you had.
“We’re getting a little tired. I was about to see when they’re all good to leave.”
Bucky nods at this as he looks over his shoulder briefly before smiling as he steps a little closer. Wanda’s stopped nursing at this point and you’re helping her hold your snoozing baby as you wait for an update. Bucky says that he’ll figure this out and he disappears leaving you to turn your attention back to your tired wife.
“We’ll get out of here soon, okay? Then you can rest as much as you want.”
Wanda smiles at this and thinks about arguing, but she stops herself when she realizes you could be telling the truth. Despite just having a baby and both of you being exhausted, you would be shocked if you didn’t get a chance to rest after this. Yelena had left earlier with a vague comment about picking up a few things, and Nat had gone with her. Pietro was back at your house and you wouldn’t be surprised if by the time you got there your friends had shown up.
They’d been adamant about helping you both once the baby arrived, and you couldn’t be more grateful. Despite wanting to spend every second with her, you are truly exhausted and would like to sleep for the next 6 days. Wanda doesn’t have that luxury, but she can still rest between feedings and take some time to recover.
You had underestimated the toll that being pregnant would take on her, and labor had somehow been more intense. You knew that she was fighting the need to sleep now as you watch her eyes flutter closed periodically. You were certain that once you got home and you were in a safer place, she’d pass out. You can’t help but reach out for her and wipe some of the sweat from her brow as you lean further into her.
“Is there anything I can do for you, Wands?”
She smiles sleepily before shaking her head and glancing at you with tired eyes before checking on her daughter.
“No thank you. You being here right now is all I need. I might fall asleep if we can’t leave soon though.”
You laugh at this and despite what you assumed earlier; Wanda does actually fall asleep right before you’re given the green light to leave. You wake her up briefly so she knows that she’s heading home, and you help her into a wheelchair before taking your family home. Steve and Bucky confirmed your suspicions that everyone is at the house, and you smile before shooting your sleepy wife a knowing look.
“That’s great. We’ll officially introduce everyone to her.”
When you’d said this, you had meant the members of your family that were people. However, now that you sat beside Wanda on the couch as the redhead carefully held your daughter out for your dogs to greet, you realize that they were an important part of this process as well. You’re pleased when Boone and Rogue sniff your daughter and don’t seem to mind the new presence in the house. Whether or not this will continue as time passes, you’ll just have to see, but for now the duo just sit at Wanda’s feet and watch as the rest of the family interacts.
“So are you going to finally tell us her name?”
This comes from Pietro who’s sitting in one of the chairs across from them with an expectant look. He’s still smiling and you’re sure that his face hurts especially after Wanda breaks the news. You honestly didn’t have a strong preference for names like she did. Your family was unfortunately mostly gone at this point, and despite wanting to remember them, you didn’t feel the need to borrow their names. Wanda on the other hand was a little more attached to the idea of giving your daughter a meaningful name, and you had no problems with this. You smile as she sits up a little and tells her brother, your friends and your dogs who are all paying close attention to you two the name she’d chosen.
“Everyone, meet Natalya Y/l/n- Maximoff.”
Everyone’s face lights up and Yelena has to bite back her initial retort of jealousy when she realizes who your daughter is named after. Although it’s very close to her sister’s name, she recognizes the twins’ mother’s name. Pietro smiles widely as he stands up to hug his sister, and he nearly trips over the dogs as he collapses next to the younger, tired Maximoff.
"That’s perfect, sestra.” He says something else in their first language that you vaguely understand. You watch as Wanda smiles brightly and kisses her brother’s cheek in thanks. He then turns his attention to his niece to play with her little fingers.
You watch him for a moment before your attention goes to your smiling friends. You can tell they are all pleased and you wonder how you’re going to tell them that you have not chosen godparents in an official way. You and Wanda had both decided that your family was unconventional and this should be no different. She wants all of your family to have important roles in your daughter’s life, so they were all going to be unofficial, official guardians.
You hug them all and Yelena sneaks behind Wanda to try and get Natalya’s attention. She can’t help but reach out and try to poke the baby’s cheeks and you just laugh at this as you address Nat’s amused look.
“Is this going to get confusing?”
Wanda catches the tail end of this question, but you laugh before she can offer the solution you came up with. You shrug slightly as you claim that it won’t be that difficult to differentiate between the two.
“Nah, you’ll be big Nat while she’s little Nat.”
Nat laughs at this as she sits down on your other side and pulls you into another hug. You relax and feel your eyes start to grow heavy, but the sound of growling catches your attention. You sit up quickly to see what the problem is, but luckily Boone and Rogue are just fighting for your wife’s attention. You keep watching them as they come to an agreement and Rogue is allowed to put his head in Wanda’s lap while Boone just sits at her feet.
Wanda smiles as she reaches out to pet the shepherd’s head which makes him pant happily. He tries to nuzzle closer to her, but he realizes that Natalya’s in the way. He whines slightly but decides to take a different approach that surprises you.
“Ow, bud, what-?”
You cringe and watch in confusion as your dog climbs into your lap so he can get closer to your wife. You’d said that you were grateful that he liked Wanda so much, but this was slightly annoying. Luckily you were too tired to care and you sigh in defeat as Rogue’s tail wags as he licks Wanda’s face with another whine.
Wanda smiles and she goes to scratch her dog with both hands once Yelena decides that she wants to hold little Nat.
“Little Nat. You’re a cute little thing, aren’t you?”
Wanda quickly gets a face full of fur and you reach out for your other dog so he doesn’t feel too left out. You scratch him with a smile before looking to Steve and Bucky.
“I might need some help getting upstairs if this keeps up.”
You’re only half kidding because by the time that everyone gets their turn to cuddle with little Nat, both you and Wanda are asleep on the couch. You’re cuddled up with Rogue who is luckily no longer sitting directly on top of you. He’s curled up next to Wanda’s side and his head is on her leg as he goes between napping and watching everyone around him.
He knows all of these people and he likes them fine, but he’s not used to having them all in his house with his people and it’s stressing him out. He’s tense where he lies protectively next to his sleeping mothers, and he can’t help but want everyone to leave.
No one notices as he looks over to where Nat is placing little Nat in her small bed. Everyone moves over to the kitchen to get drinks and discuss getting some food and groceries for you two. They are coordinating who will do what when Rogue jumps off the couch and heads toward the sleeping baby. Boone is still lying at Wanda’s feet and he sits up and watches as Rogue sniffs around the bassinet. He barks in warning when the other shepherd sticks his face in, and everyone in the kitchen turns to see what’s wrong.
You and Wanda are still asleep, but when little Nat starts crying you wake up with a groan. By the time you look over to see what’s going on, Nat is beside your dog and reaching out for him as he continues to sniff the crying baby. You fly off the couch and unfortunately wake Wanda in the process as you hurry over to make sure nothing’s wrong.
“What is it? What happened?”
You quickly realize that little Nat is just scared, but you’re not sure what set her off. You look to Rogue who is whining slightly as he’s held still by Nat’s grip on his collar. Boone is up at this point to investigate and you quickly reach out for your baby with a frown.
“I think he just scared her.”
You’re not sure which dog Nat’s talking about, but you don’t get to ask before Rogue whines louder and tries to move closer to little Nat. You frown in confusion and maybe your brain is still a little foggy from sleep but you reach out for him with a smile and scratch his head.
“You can let him go, Nat.”
“Y/n!”
You didn’t realize that Wanda was up until she’s near shouting at you. She’s wide-eyed as she walks over to where you and the rest of your friends have started to gather. They’d abandoned their plans when the dogs started to wander around. They didn’t seem super interested in Natalya initially, but they knew they needed to keep a close eye on them. They’d only looked away for a second.
“Wands, it’s okay. He was just saying hi.”
Wanda looks to you and then your shepherds nervously as she tries to figure out if you’re telling the truth. Rogue is still looking at the calming baby in your arms as you rock her gently. You might be a little tired when you kneel down on the ground so your dogs can greet their new sister, but you’ve always been a good judge of character. Whether it be people or animals, you’ve always been able to tell what they intended to do.
“Y/n…”
Wanda has to stop herself from yanking you back to your feet, but you shoot her a smile as you promise that it’s fine. You just want to see what they’ll do and you know that Nat is only a breath away from grabbing Rogue again, so you’re not worried.
“He just wants to make her feel better, isn’t that right, Rogue?”
The shepherd continues to smell the still sniffling baby before he throws out his long tongue and licks little Nat’s face. Your daughter’s eyes widen as if to say ‘what was that!?’ and you can’t help but smile as Nat sneezes when Rogue’s fur rubs against her face. You pull your daughter away and hand her over to your wife who you know is dying to look her over. You sigh as you reach out for your dog and pet him with a smile. You look over to both Nats, the younger one is sleeping in her mother’s arms, and you can’t help but lean over to kiss her before doing the same to your dog.
“I knew you’d be a good big brother.”
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Friends to Lovers Tournament: Round 2, Side B, Match 3
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propaganda under the cut!
Kenhina:
They're the fluffiest most wholesome ship to ever exist. They're also opposites where Kenma is cat-like, introverted, cool, smart, and Hinata is puppy-like, extroverted, energetic, kind of stupid. It's an opposites attract kind of situation, I guess. Additionally, it is canon that Kenma, who hates exercise, thinks the pain is worth it when he sees Hinata because "Shouyou is interesting". They don't let their friendship get in the way of their sports, and actually challenge each other to make each other better because that's what real friends do. Also, Kenma is extremely shy, but Hinata was the one who got him to open up and enjoy volleyball truly.
Furthermore, Kenma and Hinata have the softest colour palette of yellows and oranges which remind you of summer. They are very wholesome and KenHina ship is the second most popular ship in fandom after KageHina.
In the timeskip, Kenma literally sponsors Hinata and funds his volleyball shenanigans. If that isn't sugar daddy of them I don't know what is. And Hinata promises Kenma to always stay interesting and play volleyball forever. They stayed in touch even after high school and they chat regularly (canon) and that says a lot because most people lose touch but not these two because they are the most precious ship ever and deserve to be appreciated.
Renga:
Submission 1:
bc they gay
Submission 2:
i can go into heavy detail,,, AND I WILL!!!
their ship name is literally a form of poetry (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Renga) and it's a type of poem written by multiple poets SO REKI AND LANGA ARE THE POETS WHO WRITE THEIR OWN POETRY TOGETHER
they got along almost immediately after they met, and they found their reason for living together with each other via skateboarding!!! and they're best friends because they ""get"" each other like nobody else does!!! LIKE THE BEST KIND OF LOVE IS THE ONE WHERE YOU'RE BEST FRIENDS WITH EACH OTHER!!!
langa literally says ""there's no meaning to skating if i can't do it with you"" to reki AND IF THAT ISN'T THE SWEETEST THING EVER!!! and reki literally studies langa's way of skating to design a skateboard that fits perfectly to his snowboarder style AND HE GETS SO EXCITED TO SHOW LANGA IT!!!
they have their own fist bump that forms an infinity symbol which means that their love lasts forever and it's the loviest of lovey doves ur honor <3
they literally have a blue (langa) x red (reki) aesthetic WHICH IS OPPOSITES ATTRACT!!! they're also the cool guy x ray of sunshine,,, cat energy x dog energy tropes. also the ""rambles for hours"" x ""listens happily"" trope.
THEY WAKE UP AT ASS O' CLOCK IN THE MORNING JUST TO SEE EACH OTHER BEFORE SCHOOL AND SKATE TOGETHER AND THEY SNEAK OUT OF THEIR HOUSES TO STAY OUT LATE INTO THE NIGHT AND SPEND MORE TIME WITH EACH OTHER!!!! WHAT KIND OF TEENAGERS SACRIFICE THEIR SLEEP TIME IF NOT FOR THE ONE THEY LOVE??
anyways yeah. renga. beautiful bois who deserve to be together and were made as canon as could get past the censors."
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always, kylian mbappé
summary — after having been brought to a psg game by your football obsessed bestfriend, it was all but fate that you become obsessed as well. going out of your way to go to as many psg games as you can, practically becoming their number one fan, you manage to grab the attention of one specific player. ( wc — 4.0k )
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genre. angst ig? ! parings. mbappé x fem!reader ! tropes. strangers to friends to lovers, sweet!kylian ! warnings. google translated french, boner lmao ! a/n. this story is set in ‘22 but also ‘23, but it also jumps to the future a little bit. please send in requests, they’re very helpful and enjoy <3
NOVEMBER 13TH — FIRSTS. psg vs auxerre
“ here, put this on. ”
looking down at the jersey your bestfriend had practically shoved into your hands, you immediately noticed the huge 7 on the back, the surname ‘mbappe’ plastered right above it in a thick white font.
“ mbappe? ” amelie, your bestfriend, looked at you dumbfounded after having heard your question, immediately replying with her typical ‘duh’ tone, “ yes, mbappe. ” she mocked.
“ kylian mbappe. come on [Y/N] you should know this, i only ever bring him up every other conversation. ”
a simple eye roll was your response as you took your original shirt off and replaced it with the jersey, fixing your hair in the bathroom mirror and ensuring you looked somewhat presentable for the football game.
the only reason you had agreed to go with amelie and to this stupid football game was because you had lost a bet to her while drunk — a bet that drunk you hadn’t realized you would’ve never been able to win before agreeing with your long time bestfriend.
you and amelie had been friends since middle school; her the obsessed athlete, football this and football that, while you were one more towards academics and finishing school with a high enough gpa to get you into a sort of med school.
both of you were in college currently, with amelie building off of her football and you your medical understanding.
“ let’s go, we want to get there before some jerkoff’s jack our seats. ”
giving your outfit one last run over, you gave a reassuring nod to yourself and followed amelie out of the apartment you two shared just outside paris. upon exiting, you were immediately blinded by the early morning sun — another thing to foul your mood a little more.
hopping into the uber that was parked in front of your building, you immediately flung your head back against the seat and began to regret practically every life decision you had ever made, already wishing for the day to be over.
the roars of ecstatic psg fans sounded all throughout the stadium as you and amelie sat down in your seats almost level with the field — apparently amelie knew someone that worked with the football club and was able to hook you guys up with close seats for a fraction of the price.
you didn’t miss amelie’s large smile and gleam in her eyes when turning to your left to watch the players leave the tunnel, walking out onto the pitch decked out in their respective teams gear.
“ omg, there he is! look at how fine he is! ”
confusion fueled you as you looked out onto the field, searching for the supposed ‘fine’ man she was referencing to. noticing your reaction, amelie literally grabbed your head and adverted your vision to a player sporting a nice beard and clean cut.
“ sergio ramos, my husband. ” all you could do was laugh at her delusion and remove your head from her grip as she continued to admire the player with puppy dog eyes.
after a few minuets of national anthems, the game began with a ‘kick-off’ amelie informed you. for the first few minuets you had relied on her immense football information to actually understand what was going on, but sooner or later caught on.
watching the game unfolding in front of you — you began to realize how interesting the sport actually was. anytime the opposing team had gotten close to scoring, you would almost jump out of your seat, kissing your teeth when any potential goals were missed by any psg players.
then, 11 minutes in, he scored.
he meaning, kylian mbappé.
you had become familiar with the player early on after recognizing and acknowledging the fact that you two shared the same jersey.
watching as the ball hit the back of the net with a force you didn’t know was possible, shock immediately covered your features before being converted by the look of utter happiness on amelie’s face as she dragged you out of your seat and onto your feet, jumping up and down in excitement at the first goal of the match.
deafening screams were heard all throughout the stadium as the boys on the field celebrated the goal made by their fellow teammate who had actually ran over to your section in the stands and posed with his hands in between his arms, a smirk plastered on his face as his eyes scanned the crowd, loving the sense of accomplishment he had just received.
it was then when your guys’ eyes met, staying glued on one another before he was pulled back into position. it was also then when you had decided that you we’re officially going to become a psg fangirl.
FEBRUARY 1ST — NOTICE. psg vs montpellier
saying you had become a ‘psg fangirl’ was an understatement and honestly, an insult. you had managed to attend literally every game since the first one you had attended back in november, even some world cup games, thanks to amelie’s connections.
not only had you managed to find a love for the club, but also for the sport. which had a part of you wishing you had gone down the same route as amelie and actually mastered in football, but just being able to watch the beautiful sport from the stands was enough for you.
every game you attended, you sat front and (kinda) center, wearing the same mbappé jersey amelie had given you all those months ago. of course the jerseys had changed up the past few months, but wearing the same one almost felt like tradition.
even so, if you were to wear any of your other psg jerseys, there wouldn’t be much of a difference considering all of them are in fact, mbappé jerseys. him being the first player you really learned the name of and saw commence a goal gave you a sense of loyalty to him.
amelie forever loved to mock you for your sudden switch up on the sport and how she was the one to thank, never failing to mention that she’s also to thank for your ever growing love for kylian mbappé.
it wasn’t a sense of love, at least the one she was referring to, you would say, but more of a sense of admiration. you loved the way he played the game and admired his skill and talent.
his eyes searched over the crowd of people in the stands from his standpoint on the field. he was meant to be shaking the hands of the opposing players, ensuring a game of fair play and great sportsmanship, but he was too distracted to acknowledge the occasional clap of his hand with the other players by the possibility of your presence being in the stands.
ever since he had spotted you at the game against auxerre and the one after that, continuing even occasionally throughout the world cup, he couldn’t help but look for you every match.
he couldn’t exactly explain why he insisted on acknowledging the fact that you were at each game, but it gave him a need to play better knowing you were watching. disregarding the fact you two had never necessarily interacted, he practically relied on you to get him through his games and do well.
almost everyone on the psg team knew of kylian’s little ‘crush’ on the mystery girl after neymar had accidentally blurted it out loud during a training session. ever since then he had been victim to their endless teasing.
this game felt different though, off.
kylian was majorly disappointed as he took his starting position on the field after not being able to spot you in the stands, an instant frown being etched on his face.
achraf hakimi, kylian’s best friend, was quick to notice and give him a questioning look, but the younger boy just shrugged it off, returning his attention to the game.
apparently the aspect of getting somewhere on time was something belittled to the citizens of paris as your uber had sat stuck in traffic no more than ten minutes away from the psg stadium.
you were running horribly late, already having had missed the kick-off and roughly the first fifteen minutes.
running through the stadium, you made your way to the section in which your ticket specified and made it to the row you would be situated in, only to notice it was jam packed, shit.
screams and yells echoed all around you as you turned your head towards the field, watching psg battle it out against montpellier.
being so late, you were unaware of the two penalties kylian had missed about five minutes prior to your arrival. it seemed as though his feeling was right, as this game was going totally shit for him.
making your way out of the section of the stands and somewhere into the tunnels after a few wrong turns, you searched for someone to talk to about your seat, but somehow managed getting lost.
while away, kylian had managed to suffer a thigh injury that resulted in him being brought off the pitch as he limped his way through the halls of the psg stadium on his way to the athletic trainers room. on his way there he noticed the figure of someone walking mindlessly in the halls, checking corners and shuffling their feet.
“ hé! ” ( hey! ) a voice carried heavily by a french accent is what caused you to turn around, only to be met with the silhouette of a man, presumably, due to the distance between lights and how shadowing works.
kylian as well was unable to make out your facial features as he questioned you, “ es-tu perdu? ” ( are you lost? )
a shallow silence passed between you two before you realized that the mystery man had genuinely spoken to you, “ oui … ” ( yes … )
you paused before continuing, “ je cherchais une sorte d'autorité. ma place était prise. ” ( i was looking for a kind of authority. my seat was taken )
“ i don’t work here, necessarily … ” your eyebrows creased at his response as he continued, “ but i can help you. ”
“ you can? thank you so- ”
before you could finish, your sentence was cut off by the utter most shock you entered upon seeing the kylian mbappé standing in front of you. at first he had a smile on his face, but when you took a step forward as well, your faces replayed the same emotion, shock.
love at first sight may be a cliche and something hard to believe, but for a second you felt like you were falling into an abyss of nothing but endless affection and caring.
quickly snapping out of it, though, you shut your agape mouth you hadn’t had realized opened and spoke, tone a little lower than before, almost like and unsure whisper, “ thank you so much … ”
the footballer couldn’t believe what he was seeing, looking into your eyes so up close and personal, he felt like he was falling.
“ it’s you. ”
“ sorry? ” your brows furrowed at his statement. there’s no way kylian mbappé knows who you are, right? even then, you hadn’t done anything to necessarily get on his radar, so what was he on about?
noticing his blurt of a statement, he corrected himself, “ i mean, it’s you. the girl in the stands at every game. ”
your eyes widened as you listened to his response in your head, over and over again. “ you see me? ”
“ yeah, ” he spoke with a smile, his eyes still matched onto yours, “ i mean the whole team does, we appreciate your support. ”
there was no way kylian would admit that he was the one that specifically knew you were always in the stands, no other teammate on psg looked for you like he did, but to seem less like a ‘weirdo’ lying was his best choice.
“ right, you’re … welcome? ” you added with an unsure smile. this whole situation was bizarre and if amelie were with you right now, there’s a high chance she’d be blowing out the eardrums of anyone in a five mile radius with her loud shrieks.
still dumbfounded, the boy held out his hand, “ i’m kylian. ”
all you could do was let out a low giggle at his attempt at normalcy, as if he wasn’t one of the biggest rising footballers in the world right now, and shake his hand, an immediate spark passing between the two of you,“ [Y/N]. ”
after a minute, reality began to really hit you in the face. kylian mbappé was standing in front of you, having a conversation with you, and shaking your hand, all because you were late and got lost in the tunnels.
“ wait, aren’t you supposed to be playing? ”
“ yeah.. i was, got injured though so i was on my way to get it checked out until i saw you. ” all you could do was smile up at the taller boy as he shared the same grin on his face, both of you holding an unknowing gleam in your eyes.
“ still need help to fix your seat situation? ” you immediately nodded, even though your favorite player, kylian, wasn’t going to be playing due to his injury, you still wanted to watch the game. plus, you spent money on these tickets and getting a refund was unavailable.
“ come with me, i’ll find you someone on the way to the athletic trainers room. ” he then began to lead you back pretty much in the way you came as you followed behind him. noticing his slight limp, you hoped his injury wasn’t anything severe, but since he was able to walk on his own, you pushed the though away. every now and then, kylian would look behind him to make sure you were still following him, but also, just to be able to look at you.
never in a million years would he had thought he’d be able to actually talk to you, and already, your sweet energy was welcoming enough for him to want to get to know you more.
MAY 6TH - MORE THAN. the club
the loud hums of music sounded all throughout the club as you sat at the bar with a drink in front of you, your head swarmed with thoughts almost blocking out the sound of the beat.
it’d been around three months since you first met kylian in the tunnels during the montpellier game, he’d actually helped find you someone to talk to about your seats, but before continuing on his way to get his injury checked out, he asked for your number. saying you were taken back would be an understatement, you were full blown flabbergasted.
sure, he was a nice guy, but you expected no more than for him to find you someone and then continue on his merry way, but since then, you two had actually become really close friends.
so much so to the point you were in the club with a majority of his psg teammates. you weren’t exactly sure what they were celebrating, or if they were even celebrating anything to begin with, but when you got a text from kylian inviting you out, you couldn’t decline.
the two of you had become extremely close since that day. some would say you two acted like you’d known each other for years with the way you were so comfortable around each other, but it just wasn’t hard to feel an undeniable connection when you were with kylian.
and by ‘some’ i mean the means of his teammates, but especially hakimi and neymar, who were forever teasing him over the fact that he had finally got the balls to talk to his mystery girl from the stands.
searching the club, kylian attempted to spot you somewhere within the crowd, but had been failing miserably. he’d lost you after you had told him you were going to go to the bathroom and ever since then he’s been waiting for you to make your return, which was obviously well overdue.
“ hey! ” the brazilian football star turned his head away from the woman he was talking to and looked at his best friend with a questioning stare, “ have you seen [Y/N]? ”
neymar’s mouth immediately tipped up into a sly grin at kylian’s question before he answered, “ yeah, think i saw her at the bar. ”
kylian didn’t waste a second before giving neymar a nod and walking over to the bar, he was able to recognize you almost immediately by your back profile, sat alone in a far corner.
approaching your side, something you hadn’t realized due to the loud music and your overwhelming thoughts, kylian noticed the drink in your hands, the way the condensation covered the glass due to the ice melting, seemingly, you hadn’t drank a sip. all could be explained by the look you had on your face, or lack there of. to the boy on your right, you looked almost lost, nowhere but everywhere all at once.
attempting not to startle you, kylian delicately put his hand on your shoulder which caused you to look up to your right where you were met with the familiar  footballer, a small smile spreading across your face, “ hi. ”
“ are you okay? ” you couldn’t help but be a little brought back by the psg player’s question, did you not necessarily look okay?
“ yeah..? ”
distinguishing the confused tone in your answer, he explained, “ well i just meant that you’re over here alone, all gloomy and.. sad. ”
a beat of silence passed between the two of you as your eyes continued to stay latched onto his, the music in the background anything lesser than a simple hum.
“ then why don’t you take me to the dance floor? ” regret shot right through you at your stupid question. did that sound flirtatious? you hadn’t meant it to, but the few drinks you had earlier were already starting to take effect meaning you would have less of a filter.
understandably, kylian was shocked. for the few months he had known you, you weren’t very expressive, more guarded and introverted. hearing you ask such a ballsy question definitely set him off, but he wasn’t one to decline.
no matter whether or not he wanted to admit it to himself or his friends, or even you, kylian had begun to develop feelings for you. in such a short time he was able to become closer with you than anyone he had ever met. the two of you meeting and becoming friends might have been fate, but a part of him believed that the feelings he had for you were destiny.
grabbing your hand and pulling you up off the bar stool, kylian led you to the club’s dance floor where endless swarms of bodies occupied it. some upscale remix of a pop song boomed through the speakers as you two made it through the crowd of people towards the middle of the dance floor.
settling into the music, the two of you began to dance with each other, face to face, eye in eye.
sooner or later the two of you found each other with your back pressed up against his front, practically grinding on him. kylian tried to ignore the ever growing heat rushing through his body, but it was hard with your ass pressed up against his crotch. you two were just friends, plus you were intoxicated, doesn’t matter if you were only a little bit tipsy, he would never want to take advantage of you.
evidently, it got too much for kylian as he now had a undeniable boner, something you had yet to notice but kylian was hyper aware of. before anything bad could necessarily happen, he grabbed you by the forearms and turned you around, causing a look of confusion to spread across your face as you looked up at him.
before you could ask him why he had so abruptly turned you around, the crowd had begun to go a little crazy over the new song playing, causing someone to bump into from behind and push your body flat against kylian’s front.
for a few seconds, you hadn’t had noticed anything and were even more confused when kylian let out a slight grimace and kissed his teeth, but then you felt it; his boner pressing against your thigh. the only thing separating the two of you was the flimsy material of your dress and kylian’s jeans.
kylian’s attention adverted back to you, in which you were already staring at him with an embarrassed look which made him feel like shit for having such a reaction towards you when you two were nothing more than friends.
pulling away from you, kylian began to make his way through the crowd feeling nothing but disgust for himself and utter most shame. completely flabbergasted, you stayed glued in the middle of the dance floor for a few seconds before you began racing after kylian, pushing past the people in the crowd mumbling low “ sorry’s. ”
“ kylian! ” finally had caught up to the very fast striker, you grabbed his wrist, turning him around to face you. things were awkward between the two of you, you could tell by the way he was unable to look at you and a part of you felt like it was your fault, you shouldn’t have asked him to dance.
“ kylian.. ” the soft plea in your voice is what brought kylian back to you, his regretful eyes connecting with yours, “ were friends, right? ”
for a second, time felt like it had stopped in the worst way possible. it genuinely had felt like someone had shot kylian in the chest with the way his heart slowed upon hearing those words leave your lips, all he could reply with was an untrue “ yeah. ”
“ i cant do that. ”
his mind felt like it was going a thousand miles per hour, your words playing tricks on him, so much so he stuttered his next word, “ what? ”
“ i mean.. ” letting yourself think over your next few words was vital, what you had to say could either ruin the friendship you had with kylian, or change it forever. “ i cant do that, just be friends with you. ”
shaking his head and clenching his eyes shut as if he hadn’t heard you right kylian looked back down at you with furrowed brows and a beating heart, “ [Y/N], what are you trying to say? ”
“ i’m trying to say that i want more with you, kylian. ” your voice was so soft it felt as if you were going to break in half, shatter like a thin piece of glass. the aspect of rejection was something that was being over looked by your slight intoxication, but still creeping up on you.
letting go of his wrist, you waited for kylian to say something, anything, but were met with nothing and it broke your heart.
stupid, stupid, stupid.
you’d put yourself out there and ruined the one good thing you had. tears began to swell up in your eyes as you looked at kylian who’s expression seemed… blank?
“ i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have- ” before you could finish your apology, the warmth of kylian’s palms were brought to your cheeks as he pulled you into him where your lips connected. time seemed to stop and in the best way possible as you both melted into the kiss.
the loudness of the club around you was dubbed out as it was just the two of you, mouth to mouth.
breaking the kiss and laying his forehead against yours, kylian looked down into your eyes and almost whispered, “ i want more with you, too. ”
with a smile, your lips came in contact once again as a tear slid down your face, one of happiness and relief. as you kissed, the feeling of warmth spread all throughout your body and as if you’ve always known him, you felt at home.
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nuttytani · 8 months
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his vs your spice tolerance
characters: ieyasu, hideyoshi, mitsuhide, mai, gn!reader
warnings: none
a/n: I was daydreaming about spicy food during one of those boring lectures and then this happened. don't mind any typos or stuff, it's not proof read. p.s oh followers of mine, do you still wan't to get tagged on my hcs and fics? even though i pop in once in a century.
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Ieyasu 
He’s known to be able to hold his spice
There hasn't been ANYONE who was able to surpass him in terms of spice tolerance
Enter: you 
Oh boy, he did not expect someone to handle spicier food than him
Genuinely feels scared as he watches you drown your meal in copious amount of hot sauce, roasted and cut chilli (yes, the green or red ones that grow on bushes) and straight up shove it in your mouth without a single flinch
He is scared. Saying that would be an understatement since he has tried your “food” once, and never again. Swears to not even dream about it. Ieyasu was crying his eyes out just from two bites and was chugging down glasses of water…. Which - uhh backfired. 
Needless to say but yasu was breathing fire like a dragon 
Now has profound admiration for your spice tolerance. No one can top you.
Hideyoshi 
He didn’t really have any spice tolerance from the start
Thinks you’re crazier than Ieyasu to…..be able to eat the demonic level of spice that you do
Doesn’t dare to even take a bite out of your food, he already knows that it would end badly for his mouth and his behind. 
But he does feel concerned about your health though, eating too much spice can be detrimental to your health after all
Somehow succeeds in making you eat at least a little less spice than before.
(actually, the only reason you reduced your spice intake was because of his puppy dog eyes. Darn em’ can’t say no to those shiny eyes)
Mitsuhide 
This man can’t even taste, what do you expect him to say about your abominable love for spice? Nothing.
Except, he does enjoy seeing you place a bottle of hot sauce and plenty of chillies on the side of your plate for every meal. 
Once, he exchanged your lunch box with Hideyoshi’s. For educational purposes. 
Gets punched in the face the very next day by Hideyoshi, who appeared to be unwell. 
He did try your food out of curiosity once, alas, no taste, but he did find the mild burning sensation on his tongue to be intriguing. 
You eventually make him addicted to eating whole chilli, ain't that nice? Better than eating random leaves in his garden (and who knows what else)
Bonus: 
Mai 
Thinks you’re some sort of godly specimen to be able to handle extremely spicy food.
Like, even Ieyasu is scared/amazed by your spice tolerance! 
She tries your food once, how bad can it be? Just a little bit of burning won’t stop her from trying it out!
Regrets immediately 
Curses her life choices and is now stuck in the toilet 
Is currently missing her 21st century western style toilets 
Gets the heebie jeebies whenever she looks at your food from then on
She does, however, tried eating whole chilli. After you taught her how to eat it like a pro
Mai is now unstoppable
Flaunts her newfound skill to eat chillies without a sweat to yasu. 
Gets kicked out of his room.
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taglist : im sorry, i lost my old one- uhh if you guys ares still interested tho, let me know
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millersdjarin · 1 year
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Some Invisible String
Chapter V: One Single Thread of Gold
Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader (afab)
Rating: E (18+ only!)
Summary: Ten years after Reader left Joel for reasons he still doesn’t know, they find themselves together again in a town called Jackson. Joel has questions he’s too afraid to ask; and Reader dreads having to give the answers.
Chapter length: 4.2k
Warnings/Tags: injury recovery, light angst, SMUT, crying during sex (but in a happy way), happy ending, unprotected p in v
Chapter Four (Previous) | Series Masterlist | Fic Masterlist
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notes: final chapter! thank u for reading, i hope you enjoy ❤️
ps since tlou has new fans from the show (YAY!), just a heads up that this is post TLOU part 1 and following the details of game canon vs tv show canon, so spores for example. so, spoilers ahead for the story ❤️
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“See? Told you she wouldn’t believe us.” 
“I do,” I find myself saying, blinking at Ellie and Joel in their kitchen like each of them has just grown a second head. “I do believe you. I just…holy shit. You can breathe in spores, and everything?” 
“Yup.” 
I stare at Ellie with wide-eyes. Her sleeve is rolled up, revealing her bite. I never thought I’d see a healed bite from an infected. “Jesus,” I breathe out. I reach down for her arm, then ask, “Can I?” 
Ellie nods and lifts it up to meet me, letting her forearm sit in my hand. I run my finger over the scar, feeling its raised bumps and wrinkles, completely dumfounded by the fact that this is an actual infected bite but it’s not red and angry, threatening to turn its victim at any minute; it’s been there for a year and a half. It’s healed, just as if it was from a dog, or something. Except it is absolutely, without question, the kind of bite that should’ve rendered her a clicker by now. 
“Well, I’ll be damned,” I let her arm go. “I assume you don’t tell anyone about this?” 
Rolling her sleeve back down, Ellie shakes her head. “No. We agreed it’s safer that way. Only a few people know.” 
Something warm spreads in my chest. “I’m honoured to be one of them,” I give her a smile, hoping it comes across as genuine as I mean it to. “My lips are sealed. It’s pretty amazing, though, right? Did you get bitten when you were with Joel?” 
“I…no. No, it was before that. We actually met because we…” 
Gently, Joel continues for her, “We were going to the Fireflies. They thought she was the key to finding a cure, but…it didn’t work out.” 
The vaguest hint of a frown works its way onto my face. I study Joel where he’s leaning against the kitchen counter, delicious arms folded over his chest, his jaw working away. I’ve never been able to describe what it is about him that I pick up on when he’s lying. All I know is that I know a lie from Joel when I hear one. 
He looks at me like he knows that. Like he’s saying Not now. 
“Damn,” I say to Ellie, then offer her a smile again, “you got a badass scar, though. Not that you can show anyone it, but still.” 
She laughs a little. “I guess so.” 
“So you came all the way from Boston to Wyoming together? How the hell did you manage that?” 
“A whole lotta luck,” Joel says with a wry smile. 
“And teamwork,” Ellie adds. 
I laugh. “I’m impressed.” 
“You survived on your own, too,” Ellie says. “That’s also pretty badass.” 
“It’s very badass,” I agree, but resist a shudder at the bad memories from the last decade that instantly pour into my mind. 
“We should get you sitting down,” Joel says, gesturing to my leg. It is starting to throb; we’ve been standing here talking about all this for a while. 
I nod and start hobbling to the living room. Joel puts his arm around me to help, and to be honest I probably don’t need it, but I will take any opportunity I can get to be close to him. Our kiss from this morning is still fresh on my skin like it only just ended. I can feel his lips, his breath, his hands; a perfect ghost of him all over me. 
“Ellie, why don’t you go get the horses ready, then we’ll head out for a ride? I just gotta talk to Tyler over here before we go.”
My heart leaps in my chest. 
Ellie raises an eyebrow. “Who the fuck is Tyler?” 
Joel gives me a smirk. 
“That’s what he used to call me,” I explain with a nostalgic smile, remembering the first time he called me it. “I’m from Tyler in Texas. When we first met, all we knew about each other was we were both from Texas.” 
“Aw, that’s cute,” Ellie laughs. She points her thumb towards the back door and says, “I’ll go get ready to ride. Do you wanna come with us?” 
“I should probably get some rest,” I reply. “But thanks.” 
Then, when Ellie is gone and out of earshot, I turn to Joel where he stands by the living room window. He’s got one thumb hooked over his belt, the light from the window shining around him, making him into a lovely silhouette. I’d ask him to come closer, to kiss me, to even just hold my hand, but I have a question first. 
“So,” I say, leaning back against the sofa, “why’d you lie back there? About the cure?” 
Heavily, he sighs. Steps over to me, sits down, rubs his hands over his face. 
Then, he tells me. 
“And…she doesn’t know,” I clarify after the whole story is out there in the open. Like a mist in the room, lingering, waiting for my reaction. 
“She doesn’t know.” 
I exhale. His hand is sitting on his knee now, his other running over his beard with his elbow propped on the arm of the couch. 
I’m not surprised he did that for Ellie. Rushing through an entire army of Fireflies to save her life. I’m not surprised in the slightest, and I also know why he kept it a secret. 
What I am, though, is so fucking in love with him that it hurts my chest; and this only makes it stronger. I reach out and take the hand on his leg, threading our fingers together. 
“Do you feel that you did the right thing?” I ask, looking at his side profile.
“There ain’t a doubt in my mind,” he answers without hesitation, then turns to look at me. “I’d do it a thousand times for her.” 
A smile tugs at my lips as my chest blooms with affection. I squeeze his hand, trying to come up with words that don’t just sound cheesy, that don’t sound like I’m making fun of him. “Who knew you were so soft?” I ask. Which, okay, is partially teasing. But not entirely.
He chuckles. The smile on his face is so precious to me, and I think I’ve seen it more in the past week I’ve been here than I ever did in our five years together back then. He just looks so light. Still weighed down by the weight of this world, of course, and not without his own grief or fears; but, God, he smiles like he means it. Like he’s not afraid to anymore. Like the fear of the smile ruining everything has lifted from him. 
Naturally, I can’t get enough of it. 
“I think you did,” he answers my question, sincere. 
“Hm, I think the Joel I fell for was a little rougher around the edges,” I smirk, fully teasing now as he turns his body towards me and leans over me, brushing his hand over my cheek. 
His eyes locked onto mine, he rasps, “I can still be rough around the edges. If you want me to be.” 
With my hand on the back of his neck, I lean in and kiss him. Because he’s so fucking handsome, he’s here, he’s Joel. 
There are still thoughts in my head that keep trying to push through; thoughts of doubt, of worry, of fear. I don’t know where this is going, where I’m going, or what I should assume about either of those things. 
But with his lips moving against mine, I force the thoughts away, because I’ve waited so long for this feeling and I’m not about to ruin it as soon as it’s started. 
“I gotta go,” he says against my lips, rueful. He lifts up his thumb and smoothes it over my bottom lip. “We’ll pick this up later?” He asks, hopefully flicking his eyes between both of mine. 
I nod, biting my lip. “Please.” 
-
When Joel gets back, he makes us dinner. 
The three of us sit around the dining table in the living room, a candle in the middle of the table, flickering along with the fireplace across the room. It’s been two decades since I had a home-cooked meal like this; sitting at a table, inside a house, safe and warm. With people I know and trust. 
Ellie and I talk about movies and music, teasing Joel for his taste in both. We talk until it’s late and Ellie is yawning while Joel tells her that maybe she should get some sleep. She protests, claiming she’s ‘not even tired’, to which Joel responds, “I’ve heard that before.”
But after a while, she gives in to the tiredness so obviously weighing at her, and stands up from the table. “Alright. I’ll see you guys in the morning. Thanks for dinner, Joel.” 
“Night, Ellie,” Joel says, watching her as she walks towards the living room. “Sleep well.”
“Night,” I say with a smile. Ellie gives us both a wave, lifting her arm up high without turning back, and then she’s up the stairs and gone. 
I look at Joel, and warmth settles in my chest. The light in here is warm, mostly coming from the dim lights in the living room now, along with the candlelight flickering over Joel’s face. It casts highlights and shadows and I want to reach out and touch them with my fingers, with my mouth. 
Reaching across to him, I run my fingertips over his knuckles, and he smiles, twisting his hand so he can take hold of mine and squeeze.
“You want some wine?” He asks into the comfortable quiet.
“Love some,” I reply. “Can’t remember the last time I had any. Decent stuff, at least.” 
He pours a deep, red wine into two glasses, and when he comes back to the table, he doesn’t sit back on his seat. Instead, he pulls away a chair and turns to me, perching on the edge of the table, his legs at the same level as my shoulders. Then he holds up his glass for me to tap mine against. 
I do. “What are we toasting to?” I ask, looking up at him from under my eyelashes, drinking in more than just the wine; his heat, his hard thighs so close to my face, the way he’s looking down at me like he’s seeing me for the first time. Like we’re not living in the end of the world. Like we’re just on a regular date at his house, drinking wine after sunset. 
“Think we got a lot to toast to,” he says after taking a sip. With his spare hand, he reaches out, and brushes some pieces of hair back from my face. “This, right here, for one.” 
Smiling, I lean into his touch, closing my eyes. My lips press into his palm before he lays it on my cheek. “Agreed.” 
His lips spread into a small, contented smile. I put my spare hand on his waist, then slide it around so it’s pressed against his back. We just drink our wine like that, sitting with a hand on each other, existing in one of the only quiet moments we’ve ever had together. It’s just us, right now. It could be that nothing else exists. Just us. Just him, leaning against the table, gazing down at me like I’m something precious he can’t take his eyes off of.
When I’ve finished the last of my wine, I put my glass down on the table, and make use of my newly freed hand to rub it up his thigh. He sighs, swallowing the last of his. 
“You wanna go to bed?” I ask, letting my voice run soft and sultry. 
“I’d love to,” he says, “just one thing first.” 
“Hm?” I hum, pressing my forehead into his thigh, right against the denim of his jeans. His hand slides back into my hair, gently playing with it. I can feel heat rising in my belly, a need to be closer to him just thrumming through my veins. 
“Don’t tell Ellie, but I’ve been working on a little somethin’ for her. The shed out back, Tommy and I have made it into her own space just for her. I thought she’d appreciate having a place to call her own.” 
I look up at him and smile. “She’ll love that.” 
Joel nods. He stares at me for a minute, pondering. “And…since we’re talkin’ about living arrangements…” 
Dread shoots through my stomach, piercing through any of that rising arousal that his touch had ignited. 
He doesn’t want me to stay. 
That has to be it, right? He’s been thinking about it, too, ever since I got here. I don’t blame him; how can he ever trust me again? How can we ever—
“I was wonderin’ if you wanted to move in.” 
Oh.
Well, that brought my racing thoughts to a shuddering halt. 
He seems to take my silence as apprehension, because suddenly he’s nervous, trying to explain himself, “Only if you want. I know it’s…I know a lot has changed, especially today, and I really was going to offer for you to live here before we…you know.” 
I swallow down the lump of emotion that has made itself at home in my throat. I’m just staring up at him, wide-eyed, probably looking like I’m on the edge of tears. 
He wants me to stay. 
Fucking fuck, he doesn’t just want me to stay in town; he wants me to stay with him. 
“You…” I stammer. “You want me to…” 
He holds up a hand like he’s trying to calm a situation, one that actually doesn’t need calming, but the look on my face probably suggests otherwise— “Now I know it’s sudden, and if you want to ask Maria for your own place, she’s already suggested some…or…unless you don’t want to stay here at all?” Doubt creeps into his features, a jolt of anxiety I so rarely see.
“No!” I manage to squeak out, tightening my grip on his jeans. It doesn’t seem to clear anything up for him; he just frowns. “I mean, no, I…I don’t want to leave,” I say, finding that I mean it. Why wouldn’t I mean it? Why the fuck would I ever want to leave this place? And now that I have Joel…
Fuck, I have Joel. 
There are no words. None that are good enough, big enough, to express the overwhelming feelings that are bubbling up inside me. 
Instead of talking, I stand up, lean into him, and kiss him. 
He makes a pleasantly surprised noise, his hand staying on the back of my head as he lets my lips press to his, my hand going to mirror his. I open my mouth, feel him sigh when he opens his too, moving our lips together slowly but passionately. Desperately. Because it’s the only way I can think to tell him how I really feel. 
Maybe in another life, I’d have said it’s too soon. That we’re rushing into things. 
But we live in a world where one of us could die any day. And after everything, after all this time, I don’t want to waste any more time. 
If he’ll have me—I’ll have him. 
“So is that a yes?” He pulls away for a second and gives a nervous little chuckle. His thumb strokes at my cheekbone, his eyes looking down into mine, glowing in the candlelight. 
I nod. “Yes, it’s a yes,” I say. The heat is back in my belly again, feeling his knee pressed up between my legs, his face so close to mine and breath blowing against my mouth. “Yes, it’s a fucking yes, Joel. God, I—” I kiss him again, because I can’t not. “I can’t believe this.” 
He laughs into my mouth and kisses me quiet, bringing up his other hand to cradle the other side of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair again like they did this morning. I sigh, unable to resist, and melt at his touch. At his mouth. At him. 
“Joel,” I say, breathless, “Joel, will you please take me to bed?” 
He laughs again, a breathy chuckle that brushes into my mouth before trailing down my neck along with his lips, pressing closed-mouthed kisses all along my jaw. “Can you make it up the stairs?” 
“For this, yes.” 
When he pulls back, he’s grinning, showing his teeth and the wrinkles around his mouth and eyes. I dive in and kiss at each line, each mark of his life, everything he’s been through, all his laughs and tears and shouts and smiles—
“Joel,” I find myself whimpering against the corner of his mouth. 
His hands, steady on my waist, squeeze me. “You alright?” 
Tears are stinging in my eyes and nose. I try to swallow them back, press my nose into his neck. “Take me to bed,” I beg again, this time in just a breathy whisper, “Please.” 
His hands are precious and gentle on the back of my head again, cradling me in his warm palms, his fingertips threaded into my hair. I’m sitting on the end of his bed and he’s bending down to kiss me, my head craning up to meet him as best I can. I’d strain to reach him forever if that’s what it took. If the only reprieve from the stretch was his hand on the back of my neck. It would be enough. 
He pulls away from my lips for a second and breathes against me. “Goddamn,” he curses. 
I stroke his forearms, running my fingers through the hairs there. “Yeah,” I breathe, “yeah.” 
“You know how long I’ve wanted this?” He asks. 
I didn’t used to. I thought he’d never want this. Want me. 
But now…
I nod, and pull him down further, wanting to be closer, closer, closer. “I think I do.” 
Carefully he backs me up along the bed, crawling on top of me as I shuffle up towards the pillows. I try to kiss him as we move but it ends up too clumsy and my leg kind of hurts as I’m crawling backwards, and he chuckles at my efforts, settling above me once I’m lying down. 
The backs of his fingers trace down my face. He gazes down at me, his eyes glittering in the warm, dim light of his bedroom. I want to dive in, devour him, let him devour me, feel him as close as possible because I’ve wanted it for so fucking long—
But he’s so soft above me, so comforting and familiar and new all at once, and I could just as easily just stare at him like this forever, the look in his eyes, gazing like I’m something he wants. Something he needs. 
“Do I have something on my face?” I tease, just a little shakily, not sure what else to say. “You’re staring.” 
He shakes his head once. “Sorry. Can’t help it.” 
I smile up at him, press my hand to his cheek. “Me, neither.” My other hand moves around to the back of his neck, and I dip it down below the collar of his shirt, feeling at the heat of his back, pushing it down as far as it’ll go. He stifles a moan, letting his eyes flutter closed. “Joel,” I whisper against him, pressing our foreheads together, “how many times do I have to ask you to fuck me?” 
His breath hitches, catching in his throat. “You technically haven’t asked me that at all yet, darlin’,” he replies after a beat. 
“Well, then, I’m asking you now,” I pull away to meet his eyes again. Lightly, I curl the hand that’s under his shirt, running my fingertips over the small of his back, digging them in just a little. “Please, Joel. Take me. I’m yours. I’m—”
He dives in before I can say anything else, opening his mouth against mine and kissing me with a new, fevered urgency. He holds himself up above me with his palms on either side of my head, and at the feeling of his tongue brushing against mine, my hips instinctively buck up to try and find some friction. 
Without moving his mouth from mine, he shifts his legs, gently using his knee to push mine apart and then settling it there between them. Slowly, as he kisses me so quickly and passionately that I only just register what he’s doing, he slides his knee up and presses it against my centre. 
It feels fucking incredible. I’m throbbing already, pulsing for him, desperate for more friction. Another instinct, to grind down against his thigh, pushing myself further against him as he kisses me like his life depends on it. 
One of his hands moves a little so his fingertips are brushing over my temple, pushing bits of hair away from my face. I let the hand on his cheek slide back into his hair, taking a handful of it and pulling, revelling in the choked moan he lets out against my mouth. The vibration of his voice is intoxicating, and I wonder, not for the first time, how it’d feel against the place that his knee is currently pushed against. 
My hand on his back scrapes again, digging my nails in probably a little too hard, but he doesn’t complain; his lips break away from mine with a loud smack, and I’m about to protest, about to pull him back in when they start to messily trail down my jaw in sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. I gasp, my mouth falling open. His mouth is so warm, so wet, I can hear him breathing through it with his nose right up at my ear, can feel the heat of his thigh where it’s pressed against me—
“Joel,” I gasp out as his mouth settles at the pulse point on my neck. He starts to suck, and I can feel just enough of his teeth that I know it’s going to make a mark, the suction pulling sparks of pleasure from my neck all down my body. 
He hums in approval as I put my other hand on his waist, above his shirt this time, but starting to ruck it up, pulling it from the waistband of his jeans. 
“Joel, please…” 
“Mm?” He trails his lips, open and hot, back up to the underside of my jaw, and waits there. “What do you need, darlin’?” 
“I need…” 
Pulling himself away from me, he takes a careful hold of my hands, withdrawing them from both under and over his shirt. He takes them, entwines our fingers, then presses them down against the pillow on either side of my head. “I’ll give you whatever you want,” he promises in a low, husky voice that I have literally dreamed of hearing say that for God knows how long—“just tell me what you need, darlin’, and I’ll do it.” 
My mouth suddenly dry, I swallow, gasping for air even without his lips on me. He licks his own, glancing down at my mouth, hungry. “I already told you,” I say, breathless and squeezing his hands, “I need you to fuck me.” 
One side of his lovely lips quirk up into a smile. He leans down, kisses me, this time soft and close-mouthed. Then he presses our foreheads together again, and his breath is hot and fast against my face. I want to lean up into him, kiss him again, feel the burn of his beard against my skin, let it mark me up. But before I can, he whispers, “I’ve wanted to hear you say that for too damn long.” 
Then his hands are leaving mine, and he leans back, pulling far enough away that I can feel the loss of his body heat. He sits against my thigh, one of his still pressed just not quite hard enough to my middle, and I’m just about to pull him back down again when he takes his hands and starts to unbutton my shirt. 
Oh, fuck. 
The way he does it so carefully, calloused fingers working expertly on each one, just slow enough that it drives me insane. He watches his fingers, hunger growing in his eyes, licking his lips with every inch of my skin that he exposes. 
Then, when all of the buttons are undone, he first meets my eyes for a quick moment with a grin, then takes hold of each side of my open shirt and flings them aside, revealing my bare stomach and bra. 
“Oh, darlin’,” he exhales, gazing at that part of me like it’s the most incredible thing he’s ever seen. All I can do is lie there, watching him watch me, feeling as his hands press against my navel, slowly sliding up my ribs, to the curve of my breasts, back down again. “You’re so beautiful.” 
Sudden, unexpected emotion bubbles up in my throat. 
I never thought any of this would happen. Hell, I thought I was going to die not two weeks ago. 
When I left Joel, I thought I’d never see him again. And I thought that, even if I did, he’d not want anything to do with me.
And yet here we are, and he’s not just here, he’s mine, touching me with such care and desire and lust and I, God, I can’t put into words how it feels to have him like this—
“Hey,” his soft voice breaks me from my tumbling thoughts. His eyes leave my torso, and I swear to God I feel the lack of their heat. He meets my gaze instead, a soft frown of concern creasing his forehead. “You alright?” 
Frantic, I nod. I need him to know that I’ve never been better. I have literally never, in my life, felt like this. I reach up for him, taking hold of his face and bringing it down to mine, not quite pressing our foreheads together. “Joel,” I whisper. He lifts one of his hands from my stomach, brushes the backs of his fingers down my face. “I’ve literally never been happier.” 
He smiles. A beautiful little tilt of his lips that has me feeling just as much heat between my thighs as I do with his touch—
Speaking of, I grind down on him again, and my eyes flutter closed at the sensation. I need more. I need more, but he’s still hovering over me, concerned, and I realise that he’s not just brushing his fingers over my cheeks to touch me, he’s brushing away tears. 
Tears. 
I’m fucking crying. We’re supposed to be having sex, and I’m fucking crying. 
Humiliated, I feel my cheeks flush bright red and immediately rush to wipe away the tears. “Sorry,” I croak out, finding more tears in my throat ready to fall, “God, I’m—I’m sorry, I’m fine, I promise…”
He keeps stroking my face. For a moment he watches me, and I can see in his eyes that he’s not judging me. He still looks a little bit worried, but as he looks between each of my eyes, he asks, soft, “Are you sure?”
And I nod in an instant. “I really am,” God, I can’t believe I’m crying. I’m still crying. “It’s just…” The weight of the last decade—fuck, the last two decades, who are we kidding—feels like it’s weighing me down and lifting all at once, suddenly washing over me in a wave that I can’t find my way up from and I don’t know if I want to.
Joel nods like he understands. Leaning down, he kisses away the newest tears on my cheeks. “It’s a lot,” he says, gentle. “I know. After everything.” The hand that isn’t on my cheek moves from my ribcage, instead taking a hold of my hand again, and putting it on the pillow by my head like before. “I’m here, darlin’. Alright? I’m not goin’ anywhere.” 
Feeling just a little pathetic, I sniff. “I’m alright,” I promise him. My hand finds purchase on the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. 
He gazes down at me for another long moment, his free hand stroking at my hair. I close my eyes into the touch, focus on him, his breathing, his body over mine, protecting me. Keeping me there, because it’s the only place I want to be. 
“I just love you,” I find myself whispering with my eyes still closed. At the confession, a small shot of dread shoots through my stomach in an instant, and at first, I can’t quite bring myself to look at him. But as the silence stretches on, I have to. 
I open one eye first. A part of me expected him to get up and leave. 
But I don’t know why. Because instead, he’s just staring down at me, a new softness on his features that I don’t think I’ve ever seen before. His lips quirk into a small smile. His eyes are glistening, disbelieving. “I love you,” he breathes out. I feel the words on my skin, sinking into my bones. 
Relieved, I close my eyes again. Then I feel him kiss me, soft. 
“I love you,” he says again. “I always have. I always will.” 
Feeling a fresh wave of tears threaten to fall, I nod and press my nose into his cheek, grasping on to the back of his head like it’s a lifeline. It kind of is. “Can you please be inside me before I embarrass myself by crying again?” I whisper into his ear, not totally unaware of the fact that I sound even more like I’m crying now. Which, I’m not. I don’t want to cry anymore. I’ve cried enough. 
His chuckle is breathy and warm against the shell of my ear. “‘Course I can,” he gently nips at my earlobe, then in one smooth movement, he pushes his knee right up against my still very clothed pussy and I let out a cry. Pleasure shoots through me, and the tears subside to make way for a gasp that pulls out of my lips.
It all happens very quickly, and yet very slowly, after that.
One minute, we’re both still clothed and kissing slowly and softly. The next, I’m tugging off his shirt, he’s unhooking my bra, putting his head between my breasts and kissing the centre of my ribcage with an open mouth. I undo his belt clumsily, push his jeans down to his ankles. He kicks them off and climbs back on top of me as soon as he can, helping me out of my own jeans. It takes a bit of working around my bandage, a distant pain still throbbing away over it. 
He looks up at me and raises his eyebrows. “You tell me if this starts hurting,” he says, not a suggestion. 
I nod. “I will.” 
He wastes no time getting back to my lips, one of his hands travelling all-too slowly down my body towards my centre. I ruck my hips up into his touch, and soon his fingers are pressing against my bare skin, right above my clit where I need him. 
“Joel,” I say, “touch me. Please.” 
He obliges without a word, sliding the tips of his two fingers down through my folds and towards my entrance, gathering wetness. I hear the slick of it, feel it, and he takes it up to my clit before pressing there in earnest. 
“You tell me if it don’t feel good,” he murmurs against my lips. “Need this to be good for you.” 
Desperate, I nod, clutching his head with both of my hands as I press my hips up into his delicious touch, the circles he’s making around my clit.
His fingers are inside me, then, thumb pressing against the precious bundle of nerves that he seems intent on pushing on. 
“God, Joel, that’s just—that’s just right,” I gasp. 
He smiles against my mouth and keeps going, slowly pumping two fingers in and out of me, stretching them apart a few times to get me ready. The sheer anticipation of having his cock inside me is enough to have me pulsing, getting wetter and wetter by the minute.
He readies his cock, holding it against my entrance. Looking into my eyes, he smiles, and presses the tenderest of kisses to my lips. “I love you,” he whispers.
“I love you…” the words fade off into a breathless whisper as he slides inside me, past my folds and right to my core, so hot and warm and wide and, God, fuck, it was so worth the wait—
I cling to him, scratch my nails down his bare back. As he starts to thrust, slow but not hesitant, he attaches his mouth to my shoulder and sucks. With one hand stroking my hair, he brings the other back to my clit, working it in time with his thrusts. 
“Jesus…God, you feel so good…” he grunts against my neck. 
“Joel,” I plead, “please…harder, faster…I need you…” 
My words pull the loveliest of moans from his throat and it’s like he melts beneath them, beneath my breath and my hands, pushing himself further inside me so the head of his cock is reaching as high as it can go, gently pushing against my cervix. Before he starts going any faster, he pauses, panting in my ear, “Are you sure?” 
“Yes, Joel, I can take it…” 
“Your leg…” 
“I’ll tell you if it hurts. Joel, please…”
He lets out a shuddering breath. 
Then, he does just what I ask him to do.
It’s not painful. But it is a lot. 
His dick hits the highest point inside me he can get to, and it’s so sensitive, it feels like he’s fucking up into my belly button, thrusting so hard that it meets resistance at the top of each curve of him inside me—
His finger gets harder against my clit, too. And, fucking hell, if it wasn’t intense before, it’s fucking overwhelming now. 
Not-quite-painful pleasure sparks through from deep inside me to every inch of my body. 
“Darlin’,” he gasps, opening his mouth against my neck in pleasure, as his pants get more frantic and his thrusts more erratic. It feels so good, and I’m just pinned underneath him, my left knee pressed into his hip, the other leg still flat on the bed.
His thrusts are jolting me,  and there’s definitely pain coming from my wound, but it’s absolutely nothing compared to the feeling of him inside me, fucking me into the mattress as I feel the sweat on his skin—“Darlin’, you feel so good, wrapped around me like this…wanted you for so long, so fuckin’ long, thought about this so many times with my hand on me—” he keeps spilling words, filthy words, into the place where my neck meets my shoulder, and I lap it all up. His voice is like sweet, husky syrup to my ears and I hold him there with his words buzzing into my skin, letting them carry me away to a place where it’s just the two of us, just his cock sliding in and out, fucking me just like I always dreamed of it, his finger still rubbing earnest circles over my clit—
It comes over me suddenly, builds up unexpectedly. “Joel! Joel, I’m gonna…” 
He kisses the shell of my ear, all hot breath and wet spit, “Do it, baby, come on my cock…come for me, darlin’, I gotcha…” 
And I do. Pleasure rises and rises and rises and then drops, a strangled cry finding its way out of my throat before Joel presses his hand over my mouth to swallow the sound. He moans along with me, and when he lifts his head from my neck, the look on his face keeps me riding my orgasm for just that little bit longer. Totally relaxed in pleasure, his eyes fluttering as they struggle to stay open, his mouth hanging open with spit glistening on his lips. He comes, then, inside of me, and it spills down my thighs with each push back in and out. 
I stroke the back of his head as the aftershocks from my high milk his pleasure out for as long as they can. I can feel the release of his muscles, the last of his orgasm fading and leaving him flushed and hot and lovely inside me. 
I pant against his cheek. He breathes against mine, fast, taking deep breaths. He’s still inside me. I don’t want him to ever not be. 
So when he goes to pull out, I twist my leg at his hip so my foot presses into the base of his back, anchoring him there. “Stay,” I say, pleading, “please. Just for a minute.” 
Wordless, he nods, and leaves precious little kisses all across my face and neck. Peppers them down my chest as far as he can go with the way I’ve got him pinned in place. I could keep him here forever. Inside me, on top of me, all around me. His hair is wet with sweat, beads of it dripping down from the back of his neck and onto my breasts.
Jesus. 
“Joel,” I whisper. It feels like I’m only ever going to be able to say his name again. “That was…Jesus, Joel, that was good.” 
Breathy, he chuckles. “Better than good,” he says. Then he pulls away, and I feel the cold nip of the air start to tickle against my skin, the wetness between my thighs getting cooler. Goosebumps raise on my skin, and Joel notices. “Sorry, darlin’, I’m gonna have to pull out now. Get us cleaned up a bit and warm.” He sounds genuinely sorry, stroking my face as if in consolation. 
I sigh, but I know he’s right. Nodding, I give him one last, long kiss on his mouth. “Hurry back,” I say when he climbs off of me and heads into the bathroom. 
Hearing the gentle slosh of water, I close my eyes, and feel the cool sheets beneath my skin. There’s a mess between my thighs, dripping down onto the sheet. We should probably have put a towel down. But. 
I am about to tell Joel as much when he comes back in with a warm, wet washcloth, but then realise he’s brought a towel with him, too. Too little, too late.
“We made a bit of a mess,” I say, letting my head loll towards him on the pillow. He chuckles in the quiet dimness of the room, the low light flickering over his bare skin. 
“Nothin’ we can’t clear up,” he replies, settling between my legs again. Carefully, he wipes at my skin with the washcloth, clearing away my own wetness and his release. I sigh, enjoying the warmth, the way he rubs absently at my knee with his spare hand. He cleans himself up next, then tosses the washcloth across the room. 
“Scooch,” he says gently, pushing at my hip. “I’ll put a towel down.” 
“Joel, I think you’re about a half hour too late with that,” I smirk, but do as he asks so he can lay the towel over the mattress, spreading it as far as he can.
“We can clean the sheets properly in the morning,” he announces, the grabs the comforter from the floor—I don’t even remember when it got there—and carefully brings it up over my body. 
I sigh into the cool fabric and feel the mattress dip beneath Joel’s weight. He crawls into bed beside me, and soon his arms are pulling me against his chest. 
I settle with my head over his ribcage, my leg hooked over his as he lies on his back. The covers are pulled right up to my neck, and I take a moment to pull the corner over the top of Joel’s chest, only just avoiding my face. 
“Joel,” I say, quiet. 
“Hm?” He murmurs as his hand absently rubs circles into my shoulder. His eyes are closed, his other hand propped under his head. When I look up at him, he looks more relaxed than I’ve ever seen him, blissed-out and content. It’s such a beautiful sight that I debate resisting the tiredness in my body and just staying up to watch him like this. 
I lift my hand, take hold of his cheek. Turn him to face me, then lean in and kiss him. “I’ve always loved you,” I whisper against his mouth. “I need you to know that.” 
His eyes crack open to look into mine. “I always loved you, too,” he strokes at my bottom lip with his thumb. “Now, come on. Let’s get some sleep, alright? Been wantin’ to hold you to sleep for a long time.” 
Warmth blooms in my chest. I kiss him again, just once, and snuggle in closer before putting my head back where it was. 
And, just like the invisible string that seemed to tie us together all this time, I sit comfortably in this space, letting all the tangles and the knots in my mind unravel. What’s past is past, and we’re here now. 
After everything, after the good, the bad, letting this thing between us come back from the dead—
We’re here.
{❤️end❤️}
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notes: ah i can't believe it's finished ❤️ thank you SO much for reading and enjoying this fic with me, all your responses have made me so happy and i'm just so glad it's brought some of you joy. i hope you enjoyed the final chapter! i'm considering maybe writing some one-shots set in this universe at some point, or some little drabbles, so keep an eye out for those :)
love u, take care of yourself! ❤️
ps: as always this is post-apocalyptic and a fanfiction but in real life don't forget to always practice safe sex babes!
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imperiuswrecked · 10 months
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Hey Anon, I don't give a single flying fuck what some Randos on Twitter believe about the Elena vs Tenoch situation. I only care about official statements, official reports, and making sure both sides are heard fairly, and if Elena comes forward with more to say then I'm gonna listen, but the latest thing she posted doesn't have any new information.
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I'm not going to ignore the fact that for years people have been salivating like dogs for a single thing to hold against Tenoch and have been super fucking racist towards him and tried to destroy his career because he's a man of color who is outspoken against racism. So yeah, an accusation like this is their racist dream because they can now harass Tenoch under the guise of standing up for Elena but they don't care about either person.
People shouldn't be nasty towards either of them but they are, and both of them have been getting death threats and a ton of sexist or racist comments and insults.
Whether abuse happened or not, or whether this is a disagreement between Exes I don't know, and searching Twitter to understand more, I do see that Tenoch did support Elena in the past, and she responded nicely and defended Tenoch from racists, however Elena's negative comments towards Tenoch began only this year.
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That still means nothing because whatever really happened in private, off line, between two adults is known between them only. Maybe Tenoch is lying, maybe Elena is lying, maybe there is truth there. Maybe Tenoch broke up with her bc he started to gain more popularity due to the WF movie and she felt like she was taken advantage of/abused/preyed on, maybe there was actual abuse she didn't want to speak about before, maybe he broke up with her bc he isn't looking for a long term committed relationship, maybe she broke up with him for her own reasons.
I. Don't. Know.
That is all speculation that doesn't explain anything. Tenoch claims that these accusations started months ago between their mutual friends, people who are friends with both of them not just on his or her side, and in private. Which means if there are legal proceedings going on then we will find out soon enough and if there isn't and they were trying to resolve this privately well, speaking about it on twitter won't resolve anything and it's guaranteed to have the outcome it did bc people online don't care about facts. Elena is free to post whatever she wants on Twitter, and if she has more to say/post then she will on her own time.
I've gotten a lot of Anons these past days and I'm not answering all of them.
I find it really disgusting that people are (once again) treating a ex-couple's issues like a online circus and judging either person, and the way the anti and pro NaShuri shippers have acted is super gross too. These are real people, fictional ships/characters and real people shouldn't be mixed up and acting like you can't ship something or enjoy fictional characters bc of what goes on in celebs lives is weird to me.
If people don't like Tenoch anymore or don't want to support him or watch his stuff or interact with his characters then that's fine and totally up to them.
Unless something new comes up from this situation then I'm moving on because I really do not care what goes on in Celebs personal lives.
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stormy-caffeine · 4 months
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Love the pfp and… if you can, (sorry 🙏🏻 I’m just really desperate to know how I feel towards this person online…)
queerplatonic vs alterous vs alteraffectis
Thank you! And that's totally fine, I'll explain my interpretation of the difference between these labels. Hopefully this helps.
Alterous and queerplatonic are very similar and due to this are sometimes used interchangeably. The way that I understand the difference is this:
Alterous attraction is a desire for emotional closeness that is not necessarily platonic nor romantic in nature. It could be as simple as a desire for more exclusivity or responsibility/recognition than what is expected in a casual platonic relationship (such as being BFFs, becoming someone's confidant/support system or being found family (but not feeling familial attraction towards them)), or as complex as wanting an emotionally intimate relationship with someone but excluding certain behaviors/titles that feel traditionally romantic. It's very broad this way, but if you experience alterous attraction with someone, sometimes being in a queerplatonic relationship is the best solution for you to have your needs met, sometimes its not. Because of this, I actually see queerplatonic as a subset of alterous.
Queerplatonic attraction, on the other hand, is the specific desire for that emotionally-intimate (and sometimes other kinds of intimate) relationship with someone. Not as a compromise or anything, that's just exactly what you want with someone in particular. One example: wanting to be in a labeled, "official" relationship with someone, such as their spouse/partner/soulmate etc, or have some priority/exclusivity in their attention/time/decision-making but not actually having a desire to do anything different or "extra" compared to how you've interacted with them platonically. Another example (which is equally as common in my experience): Desiring to do traditionally romantic or intimate things with someone, but not wanting to be/not feeling comfortable being labeled as their spouse/partner/soulmate etc, despite feeling like you wouldn't want to do those same things with those you only have platonic attraction towards. These examples are, technically, exact opposites but both apply equally to queerplatonic attraction. The common denominator that I've seen is the desire for certain levels of exclusivity and priority in someone's life, and reciprocating that intensity, but having no desire to be in a "traditional" partnership with that person. Please note: exclusivity does not equal being monogamous; plenty of people experience this in terms of polyfidelity or wanting to be in an open or polyaffectionate QPR. Some people experience this in place of romantic attraction, most commonly a-spec folks, but anyone can feel it and/or be in a QPR (queerplatonic relationship).
Alteraffectis attraction is the outlier here; this attraction doesn't feel platonic or romantic in nature because those are human concepts, and wouldn't apply to any other species. While you don't have to be otherkin, therian, a pet regressor or anything similar to feel alteraffectis attraction, it's actually a lot easier to understand if you think of it as they would. Alternatively, I find it easier to describe this attraction as the "xenogender of attractions", it's not actually this relationship between you and the person you're attracted to but it is most emotionally similar to your relation/attraction to this person. Example: As humans, we have no way of knowing how a dog experiences attraction towards their owner, but we know how they express attraction towards their owner! It's clear from how they act when their owner comes home that they're excited, they enjoy their company, they want to spend time together, they feel grateful for their owners presence because they give them joy, toys, food, enrichment, and care for their health, they want to protect their owner, they feel like their owner would protect them, etc etc etc etc etc. We do not have a name for this attraction, scientifically, but it's assumed that it wouldn't be a one-to-one comparison with platonic attraction because "friends", as humans understand the concept, doesn't really translate in the animal kingdom. The same with romantic attraction, animals don't date or marry in the same context that humans do, but they do experience intense social bonds that could be similar to it; ie. animals pair-bonding or keeping one mate throughout their life (even in cases where actual mating is not a possibility or ever initiated). The examples go on, since technically alteraffectis doesn't have to be positive at all, given the definition. As much as everyone focuses on the good, alteraffectis attraction could also include "the way that a predator feels towards prey that they are hunting" or something equally troubling when put into a human context. Regardless, because these aren't platonic or romantic feelings but are clearly distinct, important, and recognizable, they must be something else entirely. And from that point, we interpret those emotions to the best of our understanding and label them as Alteraffectis. The easiest examples are with house-pets, since people are generally aware of them or can very easily search them and their behavior up online for context, but it can apply to ANY being that is not human. Just as we can't make an exact human-to-animal comparison of emotions, we wouldn't be able to equate the direct emotions of aliens, biblical entities, celestial bodies, thematic archetypes, etc etc etc. It can feel spiritual, natural, mechanical, artificial, or anything in between really. Possibly even a combination of them.
Alteraffectis attraction is very hard to make concise while including any amount of nuance, so sorry about that.
Buuut yeah, I hope that helped even a little bit. Thanks for the opportunity to talk at length about queer attractions ^-^
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blueskittlesart · 9 months
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Sorry in advance for how long this ask is. Botw was the first zelda game I played to completion, I played a tiny bit of twilight princess when I was younger purely because you could be a dog, the first dungeon of wind waker, and I have fond memories of both loving and sucking at skyward sword on the wii but ultimately I was just too young and easily distracted by games I was actually good at, and therefore less frustrated by, to have the attention span to beat a zelda game. I think I would have beat skyward sword if not for the motion controls being very frustrating.
Anyway, I played totk and then obsessively read your big zelda doc and basically every post you've ever made about zelda and now I'm insane. Thank you. I didn't have totk spoilers blacklisted at first because I assumed I wouldn't care because I never care about spoilers and then I saw your posts when you were finishing the dragon tears questline and it made me stop just running around doing sidequests and focus down the main quest like crazy.
I'm trying to decide whether to play skyward sword remastered or hrule warriors age of calamity (which I did very much enjoy the demo of) next and was wondering what you'd recommend. I did try to play ocarina of time on 3ds and I WILL go back to it once I stop being so mad at myself about dying in the first dungeon and also maybe give in to using a guide because I don't need to get a Good Grade in Zelda, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve.
HIII i'm so glad i could be your introduction to zelda lore!! the question of aoc vs sksw really depends on what exactly you're hoping to get out of your gameplay experience imo.
aoc has its. decent points. i will say this. but the 2 most important things to know about it going in are 1. IT IS NOT CANON and none of the events within it actually correspond to anything that happened pre-botw, and 2. its gameplay is NOT zelda gameplay, it's dynasty warriors gameplay. you've already played the demo so you have some understanding of the gameplay, but you should know that that's ALL there is to aoc, and if you don't enjoy hours upon hours of hack-and-slash large-group combat, you're not going to have a ton of fun playing aoc. there is technically a story tying aoc together, and it has its moments, but they're few and far between. mostly it just kind of sucks. if what you're looking for out of this is a well-written story similar to the experience of botw/totk, i would not recommend aoc.
the most important thing i'd tell you about sksw is that even thought this one IS canon, the gameplay is still gonna be noticeably different from botw/totk. sksw is much closer to the classic zelda formula than the games you're most familiar with, and is actually smaller and more linear than games like oot and wind waker. the gameplay is also almost entirely dungeon-based, and those dungeons are gonna be noticeably harder than the botw/totk ones. what sksw DOES really deliver on is story!! i'd say it's comparable to botw with the way in which the story is told and the subject matter it works with. like i said, it depends on what experience you're looking to get! personally i would go with sksw but. we all know how story-focused i am LMAO
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rapunzelforlorn · 5 months
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I made my friend watch heartstopper and I got his reactions for you to all enjoy
Ep 1
Fuck Ben!
Elle actually trans?
FUCK BEN!!
Rugby bros nice & accepting
Charlie is him
FUUUUUUUCKK BEN!!!!
Is ig the main communication method?
Does "x" mean more than kisses?
Ep 2
Charlie is just so supportive
Ben gives the ick
Let people have crushes
Why do school dynamics in shows never feel like they do in real life?
Tori's an odd one
Upset we got robbed Charlie getting his haircut and stressing too the barber
Nellie's barks fake??
What friends play in the snow like this?
Nick's mom read him like a book
Rocketman can't play drums lol
WHY'S THE TENSION SO GOOD 😫
Loving the comic effects
Tori is SO weird
Floor person confirmed bi
Ep 3
Nick going through the queer rabbit hole, fuck that's depressing 😔
Do we like Imogen?
Feel bad for Tao 😔
What's with the sequined clothes?
Tao's a bit dramatic
Fuck Harry
Fuck Ben again!!
Good on Charlie standing up to him
Tao IS dramatic
Imogen is a bit much but not bad?
Who throws parties like this??
Is this a hotel?
The sneaker squeak breaking the silence
God I miss this nervous tension
Nick absolute Golden retriever
Ep4
A boy, talking about his feelings?!?!
Nick never got that jumper
Imogen is too much lol still not sure if we like her
Tao & Elle?
Does this art teacher have a name??
Mr. Arjiya?
Gay people sport
I really want one of these rugby boys to step and be supportive of Charlie being on this team
Imogen...kinda annoying
ANNOYING
Ally 🤣
Tao🤜vs🤛Nick 🙈
Harry's a twat
Nick looking genuinely upset about being "friends"
There's nothing wrong with worrying about your teammate¡!!!!
Nick being ambushed, not cool
Not sure Imogen is bad, annoying yes, but doesn't know better
Ep5
Fuck monopoly
Not Imogen's dog 😭😭😭
Nick's so conflicted and it hurts
Saturday came so fast??
Tao's hair flaps gets me everytime
Wait...what about imogen???
Tao's overprotective, heart in the right place
Not the strongly worded DM 😭
Tao quick to judge
Smooching!!!
Tao & Elle 😏
Imogen, good friend?
Ep6
Nick has good taste in pirate movies
PotC confirmed Bi movie
Bi panic
Friends to lovers pipeline
Why does it always happen in band rooms?
Girl, with very queer haircut - "never would've guessed you were gay"
The ice cream truck song?
Anti-homiphobia cheese
Picnic bants
Shout out to this vlogger
Tara is SUCH a good friend
Such a supportive group
Charlie's excitement for the official date!!
What is this magical milkshake shop???
Where do they get date money?
Tao being oblivious 😐
A concert after all that dairy?!?!
Nick saying he might be bisexual and then saying I'm not sure feels very bixeual
Poor Tara
Tao having the longest legs and being the slowest runner
The subtle carhart on Nick's coat 😂
Ep7
Why is Tori so weird??
Charlie needs to work on standing up for himself
Rugby lad 😂
Sweet popcorn 🤢
Char?
Harry needs to piss off
Ben's a fucking creep AND a pos
Nick standing up to Harry, mint
Nick's mom know? Motherly intuition?
I really need Charlie to stand up for himself, love that he has people in his corner but I need him to step up
The "s" word
Art teacher complaining about crumbs like the counters & cabinets aren't stained with paint
Tao 😔
Elle's fits tho
Tao holding his own against Harry 👀
Tao & Charlie 😭😭
Ep 8
Harry's a twat, Tori confirmed
Tori still weird but good sister
Issac has been unbothered and in his lane all season, we stan
Don't you have to fill out papers to quit a team?
Nick & Tao bonding
Tao is good friend
Seeing the "typing..." appear & disappear is such a relatable agony
Elle is her
Why don't we have a sports day?
What's the point of all girls/boys school if they're seemingly right next to each other and constantly intermingling
FUCK OFF BEN
Charlie...STANDING UP FOR HIMSELF?? 👏👏
Charlie & Tao hugging it out 🥺
Kinda want more Issac
Tao & Elle 👀👀👀👀
Kith? No kith 😖
The principle over the intercom 🤣
Nick & Charlie locking eyes in the rugby match
💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗
The walk off!!!!!
Issac still unbothered and in his book lmao
"I believe you" 😭💜😭💜
Seagulls do not mean beach but okay
Proper date antics 💜💜
The beach is all rocks?
"In a romantic way, not just a friend way" 🤣
And they were boyfriends
We love a supportive mum
Ending with a montage, love to see it
All in all I think he formed the correct opinions but don't worry I WILL be educating him about baby angel Tori and solitare.
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