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supernovafics · 3 months

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With your I’ll be there for you series would you be interested in writing about Steve discovering that he has feelings for reader? I think it would be sweet for him to just find even the silliest things she does cute and then him having a little melt down because he realised he’s liked her along. The series is such a great idea! 💭

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆

"i'll be there for you" universe masterlist

pairing: bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 4.4k words

warnings: explicit language, alcohol consumption, drunk!steve, mentions of steve's dad being shitty, angst

summary: in which steve’s drunk and you don’t hesitate to cancel a date to take care of him

author's note: thanks for the request! probably from the moment i started this series/universe i knew that i wanted to have steve realize his feelings first so this request was quite literally perfect for that lol. this is slightly “while you were sleeping” by laufey inspired hence the title. the slow burn is finally starting to come to an end !! (i’m both happy and sad about that lmao) anyways enjoy<3333

general note: everything in this universe/series can be read as standalone oneshots but to understand the full “lore” it would prob be best to read the other stuff too<333

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Winter 1986

You were in the middle of debating between a black skirt and a brown plaid one that Robin convinced you to buy when you two went thrifting just a few days ago when the phone rang.

Leaving both options on your bed, you went to the kitchen to answer it, bottomless aside from the stockings you had already put on because of the cold late February weather.

“Hello?”

“Steve?” You recognized his voice for the most part, but he sounded a little different. A little far away, like he was calling from the oldest phone in the universe.

“Oh, hey.” The way he said the simple two words both confused and amused you because it sounded as if he didn’t expect you to be the person on the other end of the line.

You laughed a bit. “‘Oh, hey’? Don’t sound so disappointed. You called me.”

“I know. Sorry. I meant to call Eddie,” He said, and it was then that you heard what should’ve been obvious from the moment he said “Hello” to you— the way his words weren’t necessarily slurry, just slower than usual.

He was drunk, and you now recognized the voice that you had become so used to hearing since Steve’s sixteenth birthday when he snuck his dad’s whiskey and you both only had two shots of it before feeling it fully.

“Why would you call him? Aren’t you two together right now?” You asked, your confusion taking precedence over the amusement you felt in this moment.

Earlier that day, before you left the apartment to head to your twelve o’clock class, he told you that he was going to tag along with Robin, Vickie, and Eddie to some art show thing after his shift that night at Family Video; you would’ve gone too if you didn’t already have plans for the night.

“Also, I didn’t know that you could get drunk at an art show,” You added. “I’ll definitely make sure to go next time.”

“I didn’t go with them,” He told you, and before you could ask where he was, he answered the unspoken question. “I’m actually at a bar right now.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “What? Why?”

“Very long story. Dad shit. What else is new, right?” Steve answered with a breath of a laugh.

He made his words sound lighthearted and as if whatever happened didn’t really affect him, but you, of course, didn’t see it that way. Without even being with Steve right then, standing in front of him and reading his facial expressions, you still saw through what he was trying to play off as “no big deal.” You’d known him more than long enough to know that anything involving his dad was usually always serious. And whatever shitty things his dad said to him this time around drove Steve to a bar rather than back here to the apartment to frustratingly rant to you, and that only worried you.

“Which bar are you at?” You asked softly.

“The only place in town, other than The Hideout, that doesn’t card,” He said and then immediately continued. “But, wait, don’t come here, though. I don’t want you to come get me. That’s why I was trying to call Eddie. I know you have your date tonight.”

Just for a second— actually, probably the entire time you’d been talking to Steve— you’d forgotten about the date, forgotten about the reason why you’d just been debating which skirt to wear, forgotten about what you were supposed to leave for in twenty minutes. And that slightly surprised you because, for the last couple of days, you’d been really excited about it.

Meeting Jamie felt like a sort of “meet cute” moment that was straight out of a romcom, one that you probably would’ve laughed at because of how cheesy it was. You bumped into him in the hallway on the floor of your apartment. He was your neighbor’s, Miss Johnson’s, nephew, and you learned that even though he went to a college about an hour away, he was trying to visit her more often. He had been in the middle of leaving when you saw him, and you gave a friendly wave and smile at first and he started a conversation with you. You two then spent an hour talking in the hallway before you headed inside your apartment to start studying for a test and he asked for your number, which led to more long conversations over the next few days until he asked you on a date.

In a way, it startled you how giddy you found yourself feeling about him after only those few days, how easily and quickly you liked him. It was the first crush that you had in a while that didn’t feel completely hopeless.

But now all of that was the last thing on your mind. It quickly became pushed to the side because you knew that your best friend needed you.

You shook your head in this moment even though Steve couldn’t see you. “No, it’s okay, I’ll come.”

“No, don’t, don’t. I’ll just call Eddie.”

He’s probably not home right now, was what you wanted to tell Steve, but you refrained from doing so at that moment. Instead, you said, “I’ll call him for you.”

The drunken sigh in relief Steve let out was immediate. “Okay, thanks, I don’t think I have any more change for this payphone, anyway.”

“Okay, just stay put and stop drinking.”

“The bartender already cut me off.”

“Good,” You said before saying a final goodbye to him and hanging up.

You then picked the phone up again to dial a different number. You, of course, didn’t attempt to call Eddie and you instead called Jamie. He was completely understanding when you told him that you had to cancel the date because of an emergency, and he said that you two could do the dinner and movie on a different night, which you quickly agreed on.

You put on the brown plaid skirt— quickly deciding that it looked better with the white top you were wearing, anyway— before slipping on a pair of shoes and grabbing your coat, shoving your car keys and wallet into the pockets, and then leaving the apartment.

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The drive to Webster’s took less than fifteen minutes and the current emptiness of it didn’t surprise you that much. From the handful of times that you’d gone to the place with Steve, Eddie, and Robin, it became a known fact that things didn’t become “lively” until after ten, and it was currently only a little after nine.

You spotted Steve sitting on a stool at the counter, head down in his folded arms. You sat in the empty seat next to him and tapped the side of his shoulder until he sat up and looked at you.

“Glad to know you’re alive, Harrington.”

He smiled at you and you gave him a small smile back, he must have forgotten that he’d told you not to come to the bar.

“I feel barely alive, actually.”

“Still counts.”

Steve only looked at you for a moment, taking notice of what you were wearing beneath your unzipped coat.

“You look nice,” He said and then seemed to realize something and his smile dropped. “Wait, shit, your date. You shouldn’t be here right now.”

“It’s fine. We’re just gonna reschedule it.”

“I’m sorry.”

You shook your head at him. “No, don’t be. It’s just a first date, anyway. Your drunk ass needing a ride home is obviously more important than that.”

Steve laughed a bit. “I guess I’ll take that as a compliment?”

“Yes, you should,” You told him and then watched with furrowed brows as he went to grab the short glass that was in front of him, half full of some dark liquor. He was about to finish what was left in the glass, but you grabbed it from him before he could. “Steve.”

“I still had this from before I called you. I can’t finish it?”

“No, because if you end up throwing up in my car on the drive home, I will have to murder you.”

You looked away from him before he could say anything in response to that and waved at Barry, the usual bartender that you became on a first name basis with after your third time going to Webster’s. Since it was the farthest thing from busy right then, he immediately walked over to you two.

“Hey, Barry, can he have some water?”

He nodded and filled up a glass, sliding it over to Steve and then looking at you. “Glad to see you here. He’s looked like a sad little lost puppy for the past hour.”

Steve stopped mid-sip to scoff. “That’s very not true.”

“Sorry, but I think I have to believe the only other sober person here,” You said and only smiled at the second annoyed scoff he let out, which was hard to take seriously because of his current drunkenness.

Barry got called over by a group of people that just walked in and you silently watched Steve take a few sips from his glass. When he set it down, you lightly nudged his knee with yours. “Do you wanna talk about what happened with your dad?”

Steve simply sighed at first. “He came to Family Video today and went on this huge rant about me and what I’m doing with my life. He thinks my job is shit, and even me going to school part-time isn’t enough. He thinks I’m such a loser in comparison to his friend’s kids who are actually “doing things with their lives.””

You frowned and shook your head. “Fuck him.”

“Cheers to that,” Steve said with a small laugh and held up his glass of water for a second. “He also said that he wants to set me up with this job at his friend’s insurance company, and I immediately said no to that. I’m still not entirely sure what I wanna do yet, but I know it’s not that— some stupid fucking desk job. Especially not one that’s just given to me by my dad.”

“He’s an idiot,” You told Steve. “And also his bullshit is not at all worth the hangover you’ll have in the morning.”

“You might be right about that,” He responded, eyes fixed on his now half-empty glass of water and a small amused smile on his face. “But, it felt good for a second.”

You poked his arm so that he would look at you. “You could’ve talked to me about all of that instead of coming here.”

“I didn’t wanna mess up your date by coming home and talking to you about all of this sad shit. I knew that you’d just worry about me and probably not go,” He mumbled. “And I feel like a dumbass for still messing it up.”

“It’s okay. Seriously. Honestly,” You told him and then playfully smiled as you said your next words. “And you know that I would tell you if it wasn’t okay. I’d definitely hold this over you for at least a week, and force you to clean out Harold’s cage and do my laundry that’s been building up for the past week and a half. But you’re drunk and sad, and I’m way too nice to make you do any of those things.”

He laughed at that, which made you smile wider. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” You said before you stood up from the stool you’d been sitting in. “Now, come on, let’s get out of here before it starts getting crowded. Can you walk okay?”

Steve only nodded in response, which was a nonverbal answer that you weren’t sure if you completely trusted, so you stood close to him as he also got up and pulled some cash out of his back pocket and placed it on the counter.

He then waved at Barry, and you were certain that he probably didn’t mean for it to be so animated and comical, but it very much looked that way. “Goodnight, Barry.”

The bartender laughed a bit when he looked over at you and Steve. “‘Night, guys.”

Steve started heading toward the door first and you followed just a few steps behind him. When he stumbled a bit before even making it out of the door, you grabbed his hand and moved closer to him so that he could drape his arm around your shoulders, and then one of yours circled around his waist.

Leading him to your car was a feat in itself, but once he was settled in the passenger seat and you started driving, he rolled his window down completely and had it like that during the entire ride even though it was freezing cold outside, and that was worse than dealing with his stumbling.

When you made it to the apartment building, his balance was actually a bit more coherent so you didn’t need to do more than just hold his hand during the entire walk to the elevators and then down the hallway to the apartment.

You dragged him to your room and he sighed in contentment when he sat down on the side of your bed; he always liked your mattress better than his own for some reason.

“Wait, don’t fall asleep yet,” You told him before heading over to his room and grabbing a random t-shirt and basketball shorts from one of his drawers. “Here, put this on. I know you’d be mad at me if I let you fall asleep in those jeans.”

“Thanks,” He mumbled with a yawn as you handed the clothes over to him, and then you went to the kitchen as he started changing.

You filled a mug with water and then pulled open the drawer that had the bottle of aspirin in it. Neither you nor Steve were really sure why it lived there instead of in one of your bathrooms, where it probably should’ve been, but you two also didn’t make any effort to move it.

Steve was already asleep and under the covers when you walked back into your room, and you placed the mug and aspirin on the nightstand on his side. You changed into your own pajamas for the night, which simply consisted of an old baggy t-shirt and shorts, before settling in on your side of the bed.

It was still pretty early for a Friday night, barely even ten o’clock, but you didn’t mind going to bed because you were actually a little tired. Steve was turned and facing away from you, but you still watched him and his even breathing for a bit, making sure he was okay before you quickly drifted off to sleep yourself.

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Steve didn’t know what time it was when he woke up, but he could tell that it was pretty early because he could see the just sun starting to rise.

The other things he quickly noticed were that he was in your bed and he had a pounding headache, which was a little confusing at first, but then all of what happened last night started coming back to him.

The shit with his dad, the bar, the accidental phone call to you, and then you coming to the bar and bringing him home— he remembered it all.

With a soft groan, Steve slowly sat up in bed, doing his best not to wake you, and then reached over to grab the water and aspirin you left out for him.

He took the medicine and drank most of the water and then laid back down, turning on his side to face you. Your head was against the pillow and even breaths fell from your slightly parted lips. You looked so peaceful like this, he decided, so pretty.

Steve thought about you and Jamie, and how happy you had been when you talked about him. Steve also knew how excited you’d been about the date, and even though you had told him that it was okay that you had to cancel it last night, he still felt a little bad about it all.

He knew that you would probably do anything for him, and that was completely mutual. If the roles had been reversed last night, Steve wouldn’t have thought twice about canceling a date to go pick you up from some dumb bar. And making those sorts of sacrifices for one another never felt like a question, it just always felt like the obvious thing to do.

It didn’t completely make sense at first, but somehow it was that simple and crystal clear thought that managed to shift something deep down inside of him— it harshly drew the line between best friends and something more. And Steve quickly realized exactly which side he lay on.

Which was confusing because the lines of where your friendship began and ended had always felt so unquestionable— you and him were best friends; nothing more, nothing less.

But it was different now, it changed, and it was this moment that told him that it actually had been that way for a while; probably since you two moved into the apartment.

Starting from that day in August your lives became even more intertwined with one another— which didn’t feel entirely possible because of how close you’d been for so long— but it was true. He hadn’t realized how blurry the lines had been getting since then.

Since you two started beginning your days and ending them in the same home. Since so many nights became spent in each other’s beds; nothing more happening than sleeping and late night talking, but still. Since you two got Harold only a few weeks into living in the apartment, and you both immediately fell into your unserious parental roles in the hamster’s life. Since an unspoken early morning weekend routine fell into place where Steve would make coffee and toast and you’d do the eggs and bacon. Since you two became something equivalent to a married couple that had been together for at least twenty years.

And then Steve realized that actually maybe this something more had always been there— maybe it had always been so fucking obvious.

He thought back to the end of Senior year when you two went to each other’s proms and slow danced at the end of the night because you both thought it would be funny, but those moments actually turned into something really sweet and wholesome; and you’d both think back on it during the most randomest of times.

And then he also thought about smaller things, the parts of your personality that made him feel so goddamn lucky to know you. How you always fiddled with the radio and never settled on a station for longer than a few minutes during perhaps any car ride where Steve was the one driving; something that you’d been doing since the day he got his driver's license and you two went on your first solo car ride together. How pretty much anything you did would only make him smile and playfully roll his eyes or make fun of you.

Steve wasn’t entirely sure why he was having this sort of “epiphany moment” right here, right now, in your bed as he looked at you peacefully sleeping next to him.

It, of course, stemmed from you canceling something that he had known you’d been looking forward to for the last couple of days to instead take care of him, he could recognize that. But, what made that so different from everything else you’d done for each other over the years?

He immediately thought that maybe there was no one straight answer to that question because it wasn’t about what was different. Instead, it was about all of those other moments too. They had slowly built upon each other until it came to this one on this February morning— nine years into your friendship and six and a half months into you two living together— and Steve could finally recognize what it all had meant, and he was ready to accept the truth for what it was too.

He liked you. More than liked, actually. He loved you, he was in love with you.

But, you were also his best friend, the most important person in his life, and he didn’t want to be the reason that that ever got messed up. And that thought was what made him finally look away from you and mutter out a soft, “Fuck.”

Steve quickly got out of the bed, and he was surprised, but also completely grateful, that his quick and hasty movements didn’t manage to stir you awake.

He left your room and went to the kitchen. It was early and he probably should’ve been trying to get a few more hours of sleep, but he wasn’t tired anymore.

The realization was the only thing on his mind— in a matter of seconds, it managed to completely consume it.

Everything else that had been happening the past few months finally made complete sense; Steve saw it all in a different way. He now understood why he couldn’t picture any sort of future with Vanessa when he went out with her a few times back in December even though he really did like her, and why he couldn’t see anything with anyone he went out with. Because deep down, he knew that he could only see that with you. It made sense why his dating life had been in such a rut lately and why he didn’t particularly mind it all that much.

When you two would jokingly say that you both were completely okay with ending up “alone together forever,” he realized now that from his side of things, deep down, it had never been a joke. And he wondered if it was the same way for you.

In an ideal world, the answer would be yes. But, things only felt confusing, and if he was being a thousand percent honest with himself, he didn’t know if that answer was yes in this world.

Steve knew that you really liked Jamie, even in such a short amount of time, so that couldn’t mean that you had any sort of feelings for him. Right? Or maybe you just hadn’t had your own “epiphany moment” yet? Should he tell you about his? Should he tell you about any of what just hit him in the past ten minutes?

His brain felt as if it was going to fucking explode with all of the questions circling his mind right then, and the coffee he was making failed to distract his thoughts from everything.

He came to the quick decision that he wouldn’t tell you what he was feeling; it would just be easier that way. There wouldn’t be any way for him to potentially fuck things up between you two if he simply ignored what he was feeling. It was easy to imagine how drastically your friendship would change if he told you everything and you didn’t feel the same. Therefore, he could push it all away to make sure that nothing changed for the worse.

When the coffee was done, he poured some into a fresh mug and took a long sip. Any other time, he couldn’t really stand straight black coffee, but the bitterness tasted good for once; he decided to focus on that instead of anything else.

Steve wasn’t sure how long he had been leaning back against the counter and sipping from his mug before you came out of your room. It could’ve been one minute or ten; right then, time felt as if it was moving both slow and fast.

“Hey,” You said, giving him a small smile and rubbing the tiredness out of your eyes. “I’m surprised you’re up already. I definitely expected you to be passed out until at least ten.”

It felt equivalent to a light switch flipping how quickly Steve felt affected by your smile and simply you in that moment. He’d probably seen you like this a million times before— just waking up and still in your now wrinkled pajamas from the night— but it felt entirely different now. And that was when he knew how fucked he was.

“Yeah, I, uh, I woke up and couldn’t, um, go back to sleep… So, yeah, just came out here. Made some, um, coffee,” He ultimately responded and then inwardly sighed at how flustered he was right then. He let out a quick laugh. “Sorry, blame the hangover for my inability to say sentences right now.”

If that was how he was going to act around you from now on, he knew that trying to keep this a secret was probably the most unrealistic idea ever.

You laughed a bit and nodded, seemingly unfazed by his awkwardness right then, and opened up the fridge. “You think you can stomach eggs and bacon?”

“Yes to the bacon, but I think I should play it safe and say no to the eggs.”

“Makes sense,” You said, closing the fridge after grabbing the bacon. You placed the pack on the counter near the stove and then looked at Steve. “You feeling better about all of that dad shit?”

It was almost comical how even though it had been the reason for everything that happened last night, the conversation he had with his dad was the farthest thing from his mind now.

“I’m good, actually.”

“Good,” You said, smiling at him and then reaching out to grab his hand and give it a light reassuring squeeze; which, unknown to you, made his heart feel as if it was going to somersault out of his chest. “Remember, the next time this happens, come to me and we both can get drunk here for free. Or we can just run away and join the circus, or whatever it was we agreed on when we were twelve.”

Steve only nodded and gave you a small smile in response because it felt as if that was all he could do at that moment. If he attempted to say anything, he felt like his words would’ve started or ended with, “I’m in love with you.”

He changed his decision then. He knew that he had to tell you everything because it wouldn’t be easy to simply bury it down and ignore it. There was no way that he’d be able to keep this from you, at least not for a long time, it was already swallowing him whole. And although he had no idea when or how he would tell you the truth, he made a quick promise to himself that he would do it.

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let me know ur thoughts<333

(requests are open for stuff you wanna see in the universe/series!🫶🏾)

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stuckinthesun · 7 months

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Hello:)

Firstly, I want to tell you that I really enjoy your writing. Your works are really good :)

And well if you would maybe have time and you would be willing to give it a shot I would be more than greateful if you could write Luffy x fem reader where they are in established relationship and the reader is talking with Nami and Luffy is extremly needy and he interuppted them and asked if he could "talk in private" with the reader. And when they come to their room Luffy is imediately on the reader. And then they have some smutty time and during it someone from the crew interuppted them because he was looking for Luffy and Nami said that he went to his room.

However, if you dont feel like writing it its completely fine, so no pressure.

Have a nice day:)

You’re so sweet, tysm!! I hope you enjoy this!!

Luffy x Fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW MDNI, oral (m receiving), needy luffy, hair pulling, face/throat fucking, inappropriate use of devil fruit powers??, getting caught

Watching you talking with Nami and Robin, sipping on the special drink Sanji had made for you, as your lips curled around the straw had Luffy’s dick twitching in his shorts.

It wasn’t very often that the Captain felt sexual need, but when he did? He didn’t like waiting, and watching you wrap your tongue around that straw for the last five minutes had him imagining you wrapping it around something else.

“Y/n!” Luffy called out, making you look up at him.

“Yeah, Luf? What’s up?” You asked, looking at him confused, and silently wondering why he was standing so far away.

Luffy gave you his big signature smile and stretched both of his arms out towards you, wrapping them around your waist. You only had a second to widen your eyes before he was tugging you out of your seat and into his arms.

Your boyfriend laughed at your startled scream, and smiled brightly when you wrapped yourself around him, “You’re coming with me!”

“Luffy, what the hell? You can’t just-“ Nami started ranting as Luffy walked off, you in his arms completely stunned.

“Uh, Luffy?” You mumbled, “where are we going?”

“Somewhere private so you can suck me off.” He answered honestly, looking down at you to see your eyes bulging out of your head, making him laugh.

“Your face looks funny!” Luffy giggled as he finally made it to the guy’s dorm, pushing the door open.

Once the door was closed behind him, his laughter instantly stopped as he had no reason to hold back anymore.

Dipping his head down, Luffy captured your lips in a messy kiss. His tongue pressed into your mouth when you let out a surprised gasp, and after a second, you began kissing back just as desperately.

Luffy’s unnaturally long arms snaked all around you, slipping under your shirt and squeezing your breasts. You moan at the feeling, making you break from the kiss and making him pout.

“Thought you wanted me to suck your dick?” You asked, looking at him with lust filled eyes and Luffy immediately perks up.

“Oh yeah!” Luffy nodded and dragged you over to the nearest bed. He sat down on the mattress before grabbing a pillow and setting it on the floor. You knelt down on the pillow, thankful for his thoughtfulness, and settled yourself between his legs.

“What brought this on, anyway?” You asked as you begin unzipping his jean shorts.

“Was watching you drink your smoothie and wanted to replace the straw with my cock,” Luffy shrugged, lifting his hips to help you get his pants off. He watched as your face flushed at his blunt words and his cock hardened even more, making him whine, “Now hurry, I need you!”

“Okay!” You huff, shaking your head before leaning down and licking a long stripe up the length of his cock.

“Suck it, not lick it!” Luffy groaned impatiently, hating the feeling of being teased. You chuckled and wrapped your lips around his tip, slowly working the length of his dick into your mouth.

“Yeah, like that.” Luffy moaned, hip’s bucking up without a care and his hands flying into your hair.

His grip in your hair was so tight it almost hurt, and he didn’t wait for you to adjust to the feeling of him in your mouth. Instead, Luffy almost instantly began thrusting, fucking your face and throat, making you gag a little.

You didn’t mind though. In fact, your boyfriend using you like this for his pleasure caused heat to coil in your abdomen, and you unconsciously started rolling your hips against the pillow underneath you.

“It feels so good, y/n!” Luffy praises, pulling you impossibly closer as his thrusts get sloppy, making you gag more around him, “I’m-“

“Luffy are you-“ Your heart stops when you hear the door open and Usopp’s voice fills the room. If it wasn’t for Luffy’s tight grip in your hair you would’ve immediately backed away from your boyfriend, embarrassed beyond belief.

Instead you’re embarrassed while still in the same position, because it’s exactly that moment that Luffy spills down your throat. His hips snap up again your face as he grunts, cumming down your throat and making you choke.

Behind you, you hear Usopp let out a startled scream and stuttering out apology’s, before he suddenly stops and says, “Wait a second, is that my bed? IS THAT MY PILLOW?!”

“Oops, sorry about that.” Luffy laughs, recovering quickly from his orgasm and not caring one bit about being caught.

You, on the other hand, were slowly crawling underneath the bunk while still trying to catch your breath.

I hope I did Luffy justice his personality is so unique that I’m always nervous to write him😭

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hannieehaee · 4 months

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helo! could i ask svt members in a scenario where they were almost attacked by some crazy fan but we protected them? (bc we strong 😎) thank u! <3

you protecting them from an attack from a fan

content: mentions of crazy fans, mentions of a possible attack, mentions of crowds, mentions of injuries, angst, fluff, etc.

wc: 1833

a/n: sorry i took so long T-T

masterlist

seungcheol -

he'd be so angry at everyone involved: his staff for not taking charge, the fan for overstepping in such a dangerous way, you for putting yourself in danger for him, and himself too, for somehow creating the situation in the first place. he'd be extremely irrational about it, getting into an emotional argument with you for thinking he'd ever be okay with you putting yourself between him and a dangerous situation. deep inside he'd feel touched that you had instinctively wanted to put him out of harm's way, but he would still need a while to calm down before admitting he was being irrational. in reality, he had never felt as loved as he did in that moment. he knew you loved him, but to put his safety above all with no second thought? yeah, you were the absolute love of his life.

jeonghan -

despite being an overall chill guy, this would be one of the very rare occasions in which his anger would come out. at first he would've been in absolute shock at the fan who had rushed to him, pulling at his arm to get his attention. what shocked him more, however, was the way in which you separated him from their hold, now receiving a blow from the irrational fan due to your intrusion. the anger would show on his face immediately. although he wouldn't do anything to express his frustrations, he would begin ranting at his security the moment you were all alone while simultaneously cooing at you and apologizing for ever putting you in harm's way.

joshua -

his protective side would come out the moment he realized that your intentions were to protect him from whatever the hell was going on in front of him. he stopped caring about what the deranged fan was trying to do to him the moment he saw you try and step between him and the dangerous situation. he'd pull you back to him the moment security caught air of what was going on, cradling you in his arms as he whispered that he was okay and that you were okay too, pleading with you to please never do that again. no matter the situation, he never wanted you getting involved with the actions of the few of his fans who'd be willing to go as far as harming him for some attention.

jun -

he'd watch the whole altercation in shock. from the moment you stepped in front of him upon seeing the agitated fan approach, to the moment security finally stepped in to put you out of harm's way. luckily nothing had happened; it had just been a scare caused by a fan who did not understand boundaries, but something could've very well happened. the thought made jun shiver, thinking of how his distracted nature hadn't allowed him to scope out the situation and making you have to take action to protect him instead. the thought of you standing in front of him to protect him without even having to think about it for a second made him feel both pride and guilt. he'd be all over you after that, not letting you out of his hold as he mumbled apologies and i love you's into your hair.

soonyoung -

he was very fast on his feet the moment he noticed the fan approaching in a suspicious way, but apparently you were faster, taking the impact from the fan trying to grab at him and getting hurt in the process. although it was only a very small impact, soonyoung would still be fuming at any harm done to you. the moment security de escalated the situation, he would choose to coo at you and baby you instead of allowing his frustration at the situation to emerge. it was all said and done anyway, so his main priority would just be to make sure you were okay. he wouldve felt touched that your first instinct was too take care of him, but wouldve also felt disappointed that he couldn't say the same for himself.

wonwoo -

the moment you saw him covering his ears and facing down as the two of you walked through the large crowd surrounding you and a few of his other members, you had taken it upon himself to be just as rude as the fans, physically pushing people out of the way as you simultaneously became a human shield for wonwoo. despite a few people pushing back, with both yours and his security's efforts, wonwoo had managed to feel more at ease. the moment you reached your destination, wonwoo would wordlessly hold you in his arms and bury his head in the crook of your neck, thanking you for thinking of him and apologizing for making you feel like you had to do that for him. would feel conflicted about the situation, but the swelling in his heart couldnt be helped at the thought of you protecting him like this.

jihoon -

the same way he's scolded fans for calling him on the phone while he's live, he would also scold this one to their face as security took them away after having attempted to attack you for getting between them and jihoon. jihoon hadn't noticed a fan running to him, much less had he noticed you stepping in front of him and pulling him away from their direct line of contact. although it seemed like the fan wasnt going to attack him, but more so try and engage in some type of physical contact, you still took action due to your protective nature over jihoon. as thankful as he felt, he was mostly shocked and worried at the whole altercation, being unable to hold back from telling the individual off for having tried to harm you for simply being watchful of him. he'd constantly check up on you after that, now overly alert of his surroundings as he wanted to avoid ever putting you in that situation again (no matter how touched he felt at your instinctive worries for him).

seokmin -

poor boy wouldnt know how to react, which wouls lead him to instant regret the moment the situation escalated and security had to intervene. you two had been walking around a mall together (with security walking a few steps behind) when a group of rowdy fans began approaching, growing annoyed very quickly upon his polite dismissals of them. they began pulling at his sleeve and bag, trying to incite him to stop for just a moment. he wasn't a confrontational person, but apparently you were, as you immediately pushed their hands off them, causing them to try and retaliate, which was when security stepped in. he would insist in taking you home after that, needing immediate assurance that you were okay and hadnt been harmed in any way. would be constantly apologetic to you for a while, insisting on keeping you both under lock and key in his house until the shock wore off.

mingyu -

he wouldnt want to show his angry emotions about the situation, instead opting to stand between you and harm's way the moment he noticed you'd stepped in front of him with his protection in mind. he could never allow you to put yourself in any type of danger for him, and the fact that you had been in such a position for even one second would make him fume, specially knowing it had been a deranged fan who had caused it. he would do his best to not scold you afterwards, simply telling you that it was his job to protect you and that he'd never take his eyes (or hands) off you again if that would ensure yours and his safety.

minghao -

his demeanor would instantly shift, taking on a very serious attitude as he immediately took action upon realizing you had stepped in to try and protect him. his heart would swell at the thought, but that feeling would be immediately replaced with anger at whoever put him in this situation, having also put you in danger. afterwards he would have a stern talk with you, telling you to never put yourself in harm's way ever again. he loves you so much, and he knows you love him just as much, but he'd be willing to be a hypocrite in saying that was his job to take care of you, not the other way around.

seungkwan -

he would've screamed the moment he realized a fan had stepped out of line and even gotten into a tiny altercation with you as you stepped between him and the deranged fan. his scream wouldve alerted his security, who easily took it from there. would be paralyzed in shock for a bit before checking in on you, quite literally doing a check up on you to see if you got hurt in any way, despite the altercation not having gotten physical. after that, he would scold you for even thinking about putting yourself in danger to stand up for him, rambling about how hurt you could've gotten had the fan been carrying a weapon. wouldve felt thankful and well loved by your gesture, but the heart attack he almost got wouldnt have been worth it.

vernon -

he wouldn't have realized what happened until the situation was already over. a fan had been quite literally running at him, but you had somehow managed to step in before his own security did. this, however, meant you had taken the brunt of it, making vernon immediately turn to you and take you away to a private place. he'd let his security take care of the person who had tried to harm him, not really giving much of a fuck what happened to a person who'd cross boundaries in that way, even going as far as hurting you due to their carelessness. he'd scold you lightheartedly, telling you that his heart had almost fallen all the way to his ass. would be more affectionate than usual, not wanting to separate himself from you should anything else happen.

chan -

he couldve sworn he aged at least ten years from the stress he felt at those five seconds in which you decided to walk in front of him to take the brunt of the obsessed fan in front of you trying to get at him. luckily, his security stepped in immediately, dragging them away before either of you could get harmed in any way. he wouldnt scold you but he'd rant his frustrations at you afterward, telling you that you were gonna kill him if you ever pulled that again. your safety came above his, always. he didn't care if that was hypocritical of him. he was already putting you in borderline dangerous situations by just being seen out in public with him, he didnt want to add an extra layer of risk to your life by having you try and protect him. would still been insanely touched at knowing you prioritizes his safety as much as he did yours.

#seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #svt fanfic #svt x reader #seventeen imagine #seventeen oneshot #svt fluff #svt angst #svt reactions #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen reaction #seventeen imagines #svt imagines

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chrisevansonly · 7 months

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𝑨𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝑪𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 (𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒄2)

☁︎lando norris x female reader

☁︎there is one thing that lando loves more than you, and it’s your famous apple cider

☁︎fluff and very cute lando<3

☁︎fic number 2 for my fall celebration! thank you everyone for your love and support, it means the world to me<3

Pitchy singing and the occasional yell could be heard from Lando’s gaming room as you stirred your fresh apple cider gently around the steel pot. October was your favourite time because you were able to get fresh apples from the markets, and lots of cinnamon sticks fresh and locally sourced. Though if there was anyone else on this planet who loved your apple cider more than anyone: that award would go to your boyfriend.

Lando turned towards the door to the sound of knocking, a smile on his face when he saw you, and then an even bigger excitement moved in noticing the special mug you had in your hands.

“Is that what I think it is?”

You shrugged

“It could be…”

Meanwhile the chat was blowing up on twitch, questions pouring in on what had captured the brit’s attention so quickly, Lando turning back only momentarily

“One second chat, y/n’s just brought me something delicious!”

You laughed walking over

“Just finished it now, should still be hot so be careful”

“It smells so fucking good”

He was never apologetic about how honest his reviews of your apple cider were, it didn’t matter who was around, there was no stopping what came out of his mouth.

“I’m glad you think so babe”

Leaning down to kiss his cheek gently you waved at the camera, it wasn’t your first time on stream so by now most people knew who you were. You slid a chair over, placing your own mug of cider down and pulled your legs up to your chest.

“Someone is asking why you have such a hyper reaction to this lan”

“Well excuse them.”

Lando crossed his arms a look of disgust on his face, he was quite literally the definition of sassy, and you loved it.

“Not that any of you deserve to know, but y/n’s apple cider is by far THE best on the planet, it’s sweet, it’s cinnamony-”

“Cinnamony…?”

He glanced at you

“It’s my word okay? Anyway as I was saying”

You had to cover your mouth from laughing, not wanting to pause his rant again

“This tastes like fall in a cup, it’s october in a cup okay? this tastes like nothing any of you will ever know because it’s special,all for me, it is the bomb.com”

When he was finished he took a sip, closing his eyes as you shook your head at his antics, leaning forward to check the chat

“Someone said ‘y/n’s apple cider is lando’s roman empire’ why thank you, i take great pride in it”

“It’s better than the roman empire”

Scooting his chair over he smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips, the taste of cinnamon and apples on your lips

“Thank you, it’s delicious as always”

“You’re welcome baby, there’s a whole big pot of it downstairs if you want more at anytime.”

Standing up you gave him one last kiss, waving to the screen to say goodbye to all his streamers before going back downstairs to get ready to bottle the leftover batch sitting on the stove still. Lando would speak to anyone and everyone about your skill of fall drinks, from hot ones to cold ones, but nothing would ever come close to the special cider you made for him every October for him to enjoy.

You’d almost considered selling some at your local farmers market but your boyfriends look of betrayal and disgust was enough for you to hold off on that venture for a while. The cup hitting the sink had you snapping out of your daze, Lando smiling in your direction.

“All done streaming my love?”

“Yeah, kept smelling how good the kitchen smelt, couldn’t be up there any longer”

You reached your hand up to brush some of his curls away from his face

“I’m just getting ready to bottle the rest of the cider, want to help?”

He nodded, always eager to lend a hand when he could

“Bottling them for me right?”

“Honestly I was thinking about taking some to the markets”

There was a noticeable silence that fell over the room, biting back a laugh you watched as Lando narrowed his eyes at you

“Unfortunately that’s not gonna work”

“Oh it isn’t?”

He shook his head

“No because you see this is my special cider, and if you start selling it, I will die of dehydration.”

The snort that escaped you tossed you into a fit of laughter, your hand holding your chest

“You are so dramatic baby”

“This isn’t a joke to me darling”

When you calmed down you looked up at him and smiled

“No markets, got it, this is Lando’s cider only”

“That’s more like it”

You pulled away from him, sliding some bottles in his direction

“Well then get to bottling babe, we’ve got a lot to do”

Lando may be dramatic sometimes but he would die for that cider of yours, he didn’t care who he needed to beat out for fresh apples, who he’d cut off on the highway to make it to the one farm that had the best cinnamon sticks, if it meant getting his cider all to himself he would do it in a heartbeat.

Although he loves you like no other, you’re starting to think this little fall drink is now Lando’s greatest love…and you’re okay with that.

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rogueddie · 1 year

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The first time Steve and Dustin were alone together was the night they found Will. He had reassured Joyce that the kids would be fine, that he'd call their parents and, if needed, he would personally drive them home. Everyones parents were able to come to the hospital to pick them up.

Everyone expect Dustin.

So, Steve drove him home. He was giddy the whole ride, didn't bat an eye at Steve's presence the way the others had. He'd been more excited when Steve encouraged him to keep telling him about their side, about the little girl with superpowers and their little nerd game.

He'd invited Steve in for tea. Steve didn't have any left at home, had run out a couple days ago, so he agreed. He needed something warm after the day he'd had. He only hoped he wouldn't be intruding.

Claudia was horrified when she saw how bruised and bloodied he was. She had not only made him tea, but wrapped him up in a blanket and got her first aid kit. She was only really able to clean him up, most of the cuts beginning to heal just enough to be find on their own. Not that it made Claudia feel any better.

She'd only gotten more overbearing when Steve reluctantly admitted that his parents still weren't home yet. She insisted that he stay there so she can make sure he's still ok in the morning.

He has to argue with her when she tries to insist he sleep in her bed, while she stays on the sofa. Luckily, Dustin backs him up on that point. He points out that she'd make Steve feel guilty, which Steve quickly agrees with. Together, they convince her that Steve will be fine to stay on the sofa.

She made him breakfast in the morning. Homemade pancakes. She checks over his wounds again and, when she's finally satisfied that he doesn't have a concussion, she reluctantly let's him leave.

She calls him every other day, checking in on him. She stops commenting on his parents absence, just tutting. She only stops calling when, after two weeks, his parents do arrive home. They don't care about his bruises, simply remind him to keep his grades up, to not let the incident effect his basketball 'career'.

Steve finally took Claudia up on her offer to visit any time. She didn't care that he stayed the whole day, even offering to babysit Dustin when she wanted to go out for a little bit and was trying to find her usual babysitters number. He insists she doesn't pay him too, that she'd been letting him squat for long enough that he owes her anyway.

It becomes routine after that. Sometimes Claudia calls him to babysit, usually he's already there. Dustin complains a lot that he doesn't need a babysitter, but Steve can tell that he doesn't really mind. Dustin can rant about whatever he wants to Steve... mostly because Steve isn't really listening but that just means he can rant about the same thing as much as he wants.

The second time Steve turns up at Claudias house, bruised and bloodied, is far worse than the first.

She fusses a lot more, scolds Dustin for the plasters the kids had used to try and stop the bleeding. She had to reopen a lot of the cuts in order to clean them properly. She only needed to bandage one, holding the ice pack to his eye for him for some time.

"You can't keep getting hurt like this," she had tried to scold him. Her voice broke though, revealing the fear she tried to hide.

"He was protecting us," Dustin finally spoke up. He was unusually quiet, almost timid. "B... the guy was going to hurt Lucas. He said he was gonna kill him. Steve was protecting us."

After that, Claudia insisted that Steve join them for their Sunday roasts. At first as a thank you, for looking out for Dustin and the kids as much as he had. It soon becomes something... more.

It wasn't until Dustin dragged Steve home after Starcourt and the Russians, bruised and bloodied once again, that the subtext was no longer sub.

Claudia complained, loud and upset, that someone must have cursed the town, must have cursed her.

"If it wasn't for you having all your friends here, Dusty, I'd move us away. I'd pack all of our important stuff and we'd go, right now. Far, far away where nothing can hurt my boys ever again."

She'd been looking at Steve. She'd been making sure the medics had properly taken care of his wounds. She'd looked at him, pointedly.

"Where you two go?" Steve asked, trying to ignore the look.

Claudia had tutted, narrowed her eyes at him. "Us three. Our little family is already too small. Nothing could make me leave you behind, Stevie. Nothing."

"Oh."

She had smiled, fixing his hair.

Dustin snorted when he looked over. "You're catching flies, Stevie!"

"Shut up!" Steve threw a pillow at him. "You're such a brat!"

Dustin grabbed the thrown pillow, throwing it back at his chest. "You're one to talk!"

"Be careful," Claudia warned.

She sat back with a smile, keeping a close eye on them and making sure that they're play-fighting didn't get too out of hand.

She can remember when she first had Dustin, how much she'd wanted another son to keep him company, a brother who would love him. She can remember how distressed she was when she realized that she never would.

Funny how things turn out, she thinks; funny that she did get her dream in the end. Even if it does come with a lot of stress.

"Dusty, careful! You need to be careful, watch out for his face, ok?" She raises her voice a little. She bites back a smile at the sheepish looks they both send her.

#stranger things #steve harrington #dustin henderson #claudia henderson #fic #ficlet #thingy ma do boo #genfic #STEVE HENDERSON RIGHTS

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kekaki-cupcakes · 7 months

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Hi! Can I please request for Leo x so scared of fire and has panic attack when Leo suddenly burst in flames (maybe cause he suddenly happy or embarassed)?

Maybe sh’s always brave and reckless but fire is just like *panic*?

Thanks!

Love your latest though!

this kinda went off track but the original idea's sort of there still dw and now there's 1k of soft angst with a happy ending<3

Burning kisses--- Leo Valdez x reckless!gn reader

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-He’d be so worried about you

-Cause you’re so reckless and therefore best friends with the apollo cabin cause you’re in there three times a day for ice packs and bandaids and that one time you nearly broke your spine when you stacked four canoes on top of each other and then proceeded to hop in and make your way across the lake because Percy had said that wasn’t how canoes worked

-Leo always carried bandages and joint straps in his toolbelt because of you, and has a heart attack every time someone runs up and tells him you're in the infirmary again because the Stolls dared you to do something stupid and reckless again. Most of the time it’s just because you're bored in there and you miss him

-But one time he followed Cecil to the back room of the barn-like building filled with groaning demigods and a very annoyed Will Solace [which wasn’t an unusual thing]. Leo put his work down immediately and now he was standing over your bed with a frown, watching your chest rise and fall in a not so calm pattern

-You were knocked out on painkillers, but he stayed by your bedside anyway, sitting on the uncomfortable plastic chairs and fiddling with things and thoughts until you rolled over, rubbing your eyes

-Leo fussed over you as usual, demanding to know what happened and why there was a cast along nearly the whole of your left leg and a tub of burn cream on the bedside table. Once he found out that you had maybe sort of tried to ride a pegasus up the lava wall because Butch has said no, he was furious

-Ranting and raving and running his hands through his hair [which was so fluffy] he told you off and stressed that one day you were going to get seriously hurt doing something stupid to prove someone wrong, and that you didn’t even care. He didn’t seem to notice that as he paced the length of the little infirmary room you sunk further into your mound of pillows

-Smoke curled off his shoulders and Leo’s face heated up, and it wasn’t in the way it usually did when you were around

-You tried to apologize and grit your teeth against the spikes of fiery pain shooting up your leg, but Leo was on a roll, his eyes nearly blurry with tears because he couldn’t lose you to some silly dare and there was a difference between being reckless and nearly killing yourself!

-Leo turned around and burst into flames just trying to explain how much he wanted you to be safe, waving his arms to prove his point

-You proceeded to burst into tears a second later

-He was already apologizing and brushing ash out of his hair and smoothing out the front of his sooty shirt, but you shuffled away from him as far as you could get without shifting your burnt leg

-It didn’t work, his even louder stressing now that you weren’t looking at him and instead crying silently. You slipped your hands over your ears and tried to push the tightness of your chest down until it disappeared instead of choking you, but it didn’t work. You couldn’t see much through the tears like diamonds on your eyelashes, but you blinked a few times and Leo was sitting on the chair in front of you, mouth shut tight and his hands underneath his thighs, like he was trying to be as small as possible

-You tried to do that deep breathing thing Jason learnt about for nightmares, which helped a bit, but when you were calmer it just made the pain more unbearable. There was a glass of water on the bedside table next to the burn cream, and you swallowed it along with one of the tablets Austin had left you

-Leo eyed the glass like you might try to splash him with the last of the water, just in case he turned to a campfire again. He waited until you’d rubbed the tears from your face and blown your nose until he apologized again, ducking his head in shame. He was quieter this time, which was nice

-You knew he’d never wanted you to be upset, he wanted the opposite, always, but he was hyperactive and did the thing where he’d shove down all his emotions until the straw [getting second degree burns from the lava wall] broke the camel's back [made him cry and burn up]. You gave him a few moments to explain and then reached out, bringing him into a hug

-You wondered if he would ever let go again, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he kept squeezing you tightly and muttering things into the crook of your neck and tracing circles into your shoulder blade forever. You wouldn’t be against it, really. He pulled away eventually and leaned forward a little. When you smiled, he pressed a kiss to your forehead and wiped his nose on his sleeve

-Leo waited patiently holding your hands while you tried to explain that it hadn’t been him worrying about you that’d freaked you out, it had been the wave of heat over you and the smell of smoke that had brought back flashes of falling to the ground with a whinnying horse and someone screaming in the distance. Pain you hadn’t felt before burning you up from the inside out and then a sharp voice yelling commands and a stretcher laid out across the grass

-He apologized quickly, nodding and wiping the sooty ash off his hands

-After you moved over, not to get away this time but to let him onto the hospital bed, Leo curled up into you side, keeping his legs clear of your own, which was starting to throb less as the medicine kicked in

-It was your turn to give him forehead kisses, and Leo promise you quietly that if another piece of lava ever touched you, he’d personally beat it up

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#pjo fandom #pjo #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #leovaldez #leo valdez #Leo Valdez x reader #Leo Valdez x y/n #leo v x reader #leo valdez x you

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it confuses the hell out of me how Tumblr out of all places harbors most negativity toward BMF. situation it's much better now though, but the early period and before the show aired was nothing but spite an vitriol filling the tags. on the bright side, pretty much every other platform is head over heels for BMF, especially Reddit. they're usually critical af but BMF seems to be universally praised. anyways, I'm beyond excited for the remaining eps, and here's hoping for a strong finale so this show becomes one of the often recommended ones 🙏

On BMF getting more negativity on Tumblr than other places:

I thiiiiink it's because Tumblr has an especially high North American/European user base, and that's where the majority of the Krist hate seems to come from. What people still point to (the IG story, the rape filter joke, the "I don't want to watch Singto specifically kiss other men because this is fanservice on a variety TV show that people are going to quote out of context as me saying I don't like watching men kiss" thing) are either debunked or happened years ago, but when interfans arrived in droves in 2020, they kicked up old news like it was brand new and passed around hearsay like it was fact.

I mean, even I've learned new things since I made my post and thread about Krist back in September. For one, GMM didn't arrange his press conference in 2020 to address the issues. Krist did. Even though he'd already apologized multiple times over the years for things he never repeated, he still wanted to take accountability because of the amount of attention interfans were bringing to it. Part of that press conference was Krist even saying he'd never make excuses for what he's done and that he'll apologize as long as he's asked to.

The first(?) apology Krist made for the IG story was long, long ago, one I can't even find a translation for, that's how long ago it was. But Krist's long-time fans said that someone did translate it, but their English wasn't strong, so interfans picked apart their translation as if Krist's apology was lacking. (It's like how some interfans criticized Win in Between Us for being forceful because the subtitles originally said "kiss me" when what he actually said in Thai was "can I kiss you?" Interfans who don't speak Thai just make assumptions based on translations sometimes and it's part of my villain origin story.) Again, I don't have the apology to hand, but apparently one part of it was Krist saying something like, "I responded without thinking of how it would look. As a Y actor, I don't have those kinds of bigoted thoughts. This is my home, and I'm very proud of and supportive of the community that's raised me and cared for me," and the fan translation apparently paraphrased all of that into something like, "As a BL actor, of course I'm not homophobic." So like. Even when he's apologized, interfans have historically found a way to throw rocks at him anyway, so it gets exhausting to see people casually calling him homophobic because Melanie in Minnesota saw a screenshot of an IG story on Twitter and then made a list of six problematic BL actors you should definitely avoid because they skin babies and punt puppies into volcanoes.

On BMF being great:

I'm so excited for the last three episodes. \:D/

I'm so proud of Krist and Gawin for the work they've done up until now. It's wild to think about the amount of information they had to keep in mind as they were filming. Because, like, series already film out of order, but they also had to keep in mind different timelines of the same characters out of order. The fact that you can see not only Kawi's growth but everyone else's as well so fluidly and consistently over the episodes so far says a great deal about the quality of the production, I think. The directing, the writing, the acting. All of it is really, truly phenomenal.

Aaahhhh why is it only Tuesday. :'(

ANYWAY thank you, Anon! Sorry for the rant about Krist. I'm just tired of seeing him get so much hate for years on end when he's such a loving and giving person who's been a vocal queer ally since SOTUS. Not just during Pride, either. He really has been deeply misconstrued by interfans at large, and I just hope the people who've made up their minds about hating him (and the ones who've made their hate so public they're too stubborn to admit they misread him) will just learn to ignore him and stop tormenting him. He's already suffered panic attacks and depression as a result of the constant abuse, and it's repulsive that anyone thinks that's acceptable to do.

#kiranokira answers #krist perawat #be my favorite

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Any Fan's Dream, Part 17

Any Fan's Dream Masterlist

Synopsis:

When you look around and see Avengers Tower in front of you and Peter Parker beside you, you wonder how the hell you managed to get into the MCU.

Taglist: @secretly-sirens, @zeeader, @imdoingathingmom, @x-theolivia, @ainsley-official, @huntress-artemiss, @hoohoohope, @ourgoddessathena, @wiintaersoldier, @vine-enthusiast, @afraidofshrimp, @myfturn, @im-better-than-your-newborn, , @mjaudrey, @igotthisasajokeyetimstillhere, @starr60, @coldmermaidhologram, @daenerysluvrr, @viperchick47, @marvelwomen-arehot, @mynightandstars

Sorry to everyone who the tagging isn't working, I'm not sure why but I hope you manage to find this anyway :))

Peter wanted you back home.

When you had left, he had just hoped that something would happen, something that would fix the problems you had been so broken up over because he had loathed the fact that you were so torn up. He didn't want you to be sobbing your heart out, he wanted you to be happy and he hoped that the trip would help with that, that some way, a solution would be proposed and you'd be able to rest easy because the people you cared about weren't in danger of being split apart.

Of course, he'd still been worried about you, but he knew how much Mr. Stark and Ms. Romanoff cared about you. When you'd disappeared while walking with him, he had run into the Tower and yelled for Mr. Stark to help him find you. He had watched the blood drain from the man's face and the way Ms. Romanoff's eyes had hardened the moment she heard the news and he was comforted in the fact that he wasn't the only person who was willing to search every dark alleyway to find you. And when he had found you walking down the street, seemingly unharmed, he had rushed to you as quick as he was physically able, determined to check for himself that you were alright.

Ever since that night, he'd been wary of your safety.

The explosion in Vienna hadn't helped any matters.

With the knowledge that you'd been in the building combined with the fact that two people were dead and you weren't answering your phone, well, his mind jumped to possibilities he hoped would never become realities.

Because of that, he felt a need to message you often to make sure that you were still okay, to reassure himself that you were fine. He didn't want to be annoying or clingy, but one of his closest friends had almost been murdered so now he had to live with the need to reaffirm your safety as often as possible.

He couldn't help it, that event made it so that he couldn't help but be terrified anytime you took just a little too long to answer his texts.

You had been really understanding about his new habit of texting and when he apologized for bothering you so often, you had just said that "it was always nice when people cared" and he had wanted so desperately to give you a hug.

Because of the texting, he had begun to check his phone far more than the teacher liked. But when it got to the point that he had started checking it once every two minutes because you still hadn't answered his message, he had gotten the device confiscated from him for the entire day during the first class he had.

It was horrible.

His fingers would tap the tables nonstop, legs bouncing and eyes darting around as he worried about you. It was getting way too out of hand and he knew just how distracted he was because of it, but he couldn't stop. Ned had managed to push the idea aside a bit and ranted to him about the new Lego he had gotten and how they should hang out to build it. Ned could see how affected Peter was and just wanted to make him feel better.

Peter was so thankful for his best friend because he didn't know who else would always know how to make him feel better. With Ned's help, he managed to stay focused on other things than his worry, reassuring himself that you were probably fine.

At the end of the school day, he had went to pick up his phone with barely suppressed impatience. Patience running thin, he waited for his phone to power back on, having been completely shut off when the teacher took it. The screen finally lit back up and he hurriedly put the password in, cursing the horrible connection in his school as he watched his messages struggle to load.

Finally, he could see the messaging between the two of you and the message he had sent you seven hours ago.

Only, you still hadn't answered his message.

He felt his blood run cold.

You were stuck back in one of Tony's hotels, waiting impatiently as the elevator continued to lower. Your foot tapped rapidly while you watched the floor number get smaller and smaller, eager for the door to slide open and let you onto the floor that hopefully held a solution to your problems.

Realistically, you knew that there was no magical fix for the situation at hand, but you had an idea of a way to hopefully help the team. It was a risky plan and you had no clue what the reaction would be, but there wasn't time for anything else nor was there any other options left that you could think of.

It was time to let tell the truth and hope people understood.

Well, not that truth.

The other truth.

You were going to expose the immorality of the Accords to the public and hope that the people rallied to defend the heroes as the heroes themselves had defended the people.

You knew that doing what you were going to, there was a possibility that people would agree with the Accords, but you had to have faith that enough people would see how wrong they were that maybe the government would reconsider, if not to be good then to make sure the public didn't riot. And the people's support wasn't the only risk, but also the fact that you were going to leak the specifics of the Accords to the public. Sure, they already knew a little about it, but high-ranking officials (like Ross) had made sure that the specifics of what the document entailed wouldn't be exposed to the public.

You were going to take a picture of every single page of it and post them to the public.

You were pulling a Natasha Romanoff and you were nervous as fuck (because you were no Natasha Romanoff) but you knew that you had to do something.

You hoped that the release of the information would, at the very least, delay the signing enough that all the Avengers already on the run would have a bit of a reprieve. You needed the Accords to be changed, to be fair, because you couldn't let the same things happen. The world needed the Avengers- no, the universe did because when Thanos came looking for his glowing rocks, they were all that was going to be standing between genocide on a scale nobody had ever seen and a chance at life.

You had no clue if the things you were doing now would help in the end but you had to fucking try.

There was far too much at stake for you to just sit around and enjoy life.

The elevator opened, revealing to you all the wonders of Tony's workroom.

When you had stumbled across it the first day there, you had taken a mental note of it. Now, that was coming in handy.

You knew that nobody could know it was you who leaked the Accords and they most definitely couldn't be able to prove it or you would probably be arrested and imprisoned, so you needed a way to do it and not have it trace back to you.

You needed technology that was so advanced, so untraceable, that nobody would ever be able to prove who the information had come from.

You only knew one person that had the technology that could do that.

"Hey, May," Peter's voice was full of worry as he stepped into the apartment. "Have you heard anything from-"

He stopped when he saw who was sitting on the couch with his aunt.

"Mr. Stark? Why-" Peter's eyes went wide. "What's happening? Is (y/n) okay?"

May looked between the two, eyes worried. "Your friend? Is she- is she alright?" She had seen the bad shape her nephew had been in when he had to deal with the possibility that you might be dead, she didn't want anything like that to ever happen again.

Tony began to get concerned. "What are you talking about? Did something happen to her?"

"She hasn't answered my texts." Peter tapped his fingers against his thigh nervously, desperately trying to maintain some semblance of calm.

"Oh," Tony relaxed. "Don't worry. She just broke her phone again." Tony made a mental note to get you another phone, having forgotten to do so before he'd left.

Peter still couldn't quite relax. "So, you're sure she's fine?"

Tony could recognize the worry in the young man and felt himself begin to grow a little worried. He pulled out his phone and called Natasha, hoping to have their worries put to rest.

"What, Tony?" Natasha's voice came through. "Having trouble recruiting people?"

"I haven't asked yet." Tony responded. "Is (y/n) doing alright?"

"She seems better, but she's exhausted. She's taking a nap and she's been asleep for around half an hour."

"But she's okay?"

Peter straightened, thanking his enhanced senses for being able to hear what was being said on the phone.

"Yeah," Natasha confirmed. "She's okay, Tony."

"Alright." Tony felt his concerns abate. "I have to go."

"Bye."

Tony put his phone away. "Sorry for calling someone while we were talking, but (y/n) is okay."

May looked relieved and Peter managed to really relax for the first time since he had gotten his phone taken away from him, although he still wished he could call you himself. He wasn't going to interrupt your nap though, glad you were getting some rest.

"Why are you here, Mr. Stark?" Peter didn't understand why the man would be there, given that their only connection was you and you were fine. Peter had never really talked to him except for the time he had told him about your disappearance, but even then he hadn't exchanged many words, too preoccupied with worry to have a real conversation.

May remembered what she had been talking about with Tony before Peter had arrived. "You didn't tell me about the grant."

"About the grant." Peter repeated, looking to Mr. Stark for an explanation.

"The September Foundation," Tony said smoothly.

"Right." Peter was confused but figured there was a reason for this meeting.

"Yeah. Remember when you applied?"

"Yeah."

"I approved, so now we're in business."

"You didn't tell me anything." May looked at her nephew. "What's up with that? You keeping secrets from me now?"

"Why- I just, I just..." Peter fumbled to think of something. "I just know how much you love surprises so I thought I would let you know- wh- anyway, what did I apply for?"

Tony couldn't understand how a teenager was that bad at lying. "That's what I'm here to hash out."

"Okay. Hash, hash out, okay."

When he door closed behind Tony, Peter opened his mouth.

"If it's not about (y/n), Mr. Stark, why're you here?" Peter questioned.

Tony ignored his question, inspecting the room. "Whoa, what do we have here? Retro tech, huh? Thrift store? Salvation Army?"

"Uh, the garbage, actually."

"You're a dumpster diver."

"Yeah, I was..." Peter trailed off. "Anyway, look, it's nice to see you, Mr. Stark, but why are you here?"

"Ah-ah! Me first."

Peter was confused. "Okay..."

"Quick question of the rhetorical variety." Tony pulled out his phone, the device projecting a video of a certain someone stopping a three-thousand pound vehicle in its tracks. "That's you, right?"

You were done.

It had taken you three hours to complete your task, but with the assistance of Tony's tech, you were able to do it.

You had no doubt Natasha had figured out by now that you weren't in your room sleeping, but it didn't matter anymore. You'd done what you needed to do.

The files were out.

You were in a strange state of anticipation because you knew everything was going to go to shit the moment the media saw the details of the Accords.

You were scared.

When Natasha had exposed S.H.I.E.L.D. the government had threatened imprisonment, and you weren't an unmatched agent who posed too much of a threat to the government for them to cross you. You didn't know what would happen if you got caught.

You also still had to worry about sneaking back into your room without Natasha seeing you. You had barely managed to leave your room without her noticing because she had to use the bathroom. You were still stuck in the hotel, the surveillance would alert them if you managed to sneak out again, so you had to resort to sneaking through the hotel.

So, how were you supposed to get back to your room?

It wasn't as if you could just waltz back in and gaslight Natasha into thinking you had only left a couple minutes before, rather than hours before. She would see right through your attempts at lying. It wasn't even that you were a bad liar, she was just insanely talented at espionage and would immediately figure you out.

You stood in the elevator, nervous once again, watching the numbers as they got larger and larger. You were getting steadily closer to your destination and it made your nerves even worse.

You left the elevator, walking to the door you were supposed to enter and stopped.

Well, you looked at the door in front of you, better to just get it over with.

You took a deep breath and opened the door, hoping desperately that Natasha would be in the bathroom and you could get back into your room without being caught in the living room.

Unfortunately, you had exhausted your luck.

Natasha stood up from the couch when the door opened.

You smiled guiltily when you met her gaze.

"What were you doing-"

She was interrupted by a sudden crash of thunder, drowning out the rest of her words while a blinding flash of light could be seen through the windows.

You blinked, trying to clear your vision of dark spots, but it didn't seem to help, you could still see a small speck coming closer while you looked out the window.

Wait a minute...

You began to recognize that speck as it got closer.

No way- it couldn't be...he wasn't in this movie either...

But as the person got closer and closer, you couldn't deny that you knew exactly who it was flying towards the two of you.

Why was Thor back?

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mdhwrites · 1 year

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Okay, Let’s Eviscerate Luz’s Nightmare

I REALLY like dream sequences and false reality. I think there’s a lot that can be done with it that creatively is admittedly hard to do. It’s why I wanted to do a Jumbled Thoughts on it. The format for Jumbled Thoughts is to be approachable to those who aren’t familiar with the work being used as an example though and genuinely are just for teaching.

I am still genuinely upset though that the show had such little of a fucking clue what to do about wrapping itself up that it wastes the FIRST SEVEN MINUTES OF ITS FINALE. So this is just going to be me ranting more about why this sequence is bad but with more specifics to TOH. Specifically starting with: Even if it were good... It’d be rendering the two specials before it pointless. As far as characters go, especially ones the writers care about, the last two specials have been entirely about Luz’s self hate. I don’t think it’s done well mind you, it leads to character assassination for her and a finish that is laughable at best in context with the rest of the show, but that is the point of the two specials. Luz’s guilt over Belos. In special 1, it’s about how deep her self hate runs and the ‘sacrifices’ she’s willing to make to ‘make up for it’. As anyone familiar with this blog knows, I see what Luz does much more as “Oh, I can’t easily fix this? Fuck it then. Let them all burn.” But the writers think otherwise despite Luz’s actions. Special 2 is about Luz finally coming to terms with this and realizing she doesn’t have to give a fuck because she is the most special thing on the planet and everyone should understand that.

So we had a resolution. It led directly to Stringbean existing because she suddenly had clarity of purpose and shed that which was holding her back. But... This sequence HINGES on the idea that Luz isn’t past that stuff. Frankly, it would have made a MUCH better opener to the second episode where the Collector grabs them IMMEDIATELY. Not only would the transition be less awkward because... Oh my god the finale starts in just a terrible fucking way that despite following up literally where the last episode left off, feels like a “Here’s what you missed on the last episode of The Owl House!” That may be because I still haven’t watched the majority of S3. You can thank my Discord for me watching these seven minutes.

Anyways, not only would the portal act as a good, disorienting transition to make the audience think something went wrong with it instead of everyone immediately just knowing it’s a dream because... Duh, it also would have meant that Luz would be attacked by her friends when emotionally she was the most vulnerable. She doesn’t think her going back is a good idea after all. If the first thing she remembers post going through the portal is this nightmare where the whole is vacant and dead except for those she just brought to it... That would have actually had literally any reason to work. The words would cut much deeper because they are genuinely what she’s thinking. Instead... It feels like the main character’s character arc gets unearthed again for a shitty dream sequence. WHAT!?

And I want to make this clear: It’s BAD. It’s bad even compared to other bad dream sequences. At least most have the dignity to be like Zuko’s fever dream where it’s literally just a shocking moment and move on. But like... How shocking is anything in this sequence? Amity and Willow get out attacks I guess but otherwise the imagery is REALLY tame and the impossible space stuff is as basic as it comes. Otherwise, everyone is saying really blunt, obviously not them lines so you can’t really invest in what they’re saying. It only cuts (because I’ll admit it got an emotional rise out of me) because what is being said is so cruel. They’re lines that if they were true to the characters’ views AT ALL, then they’d be really powerful.

But they’re not. Most of them are just based on “YOU DESTROYED OUR WORLD!” a concept all of them immediately forgave, or just ignored, the second it was brought up to them. None of them care and have made that clear to Luz and Luz isn’t in a part of even her grief cycle to still be telling herself lies about this being the real truth that her friends are just hiding from her. It’s not helped by the fact that it’s the same bullshit we’ve been hearing from Luz already so even if it were actually Luz, it wouldn’t be new insight, just like how “Willow represses anger” isn’t a new insight in Understanding Willow (another really boring episode in terms of a mentalscape frankly.) The only person who MAYBE has their real feelings here is Hunter but he’s just stating a problem I have in general with Flapjack’s death. Why DID Luz get a palisman while Hunter’s had to die? What was the point? You know, besides cheap shock and giving Hunter magic so you didn’t have to worry about him having a staff anymore.

The resolution is also dogshit to me and way more twee than The Owl House ever does which makes what would be groan worthy in a different kid’s cartoon just pure cringe in the worst ways here. “What do you do after a bad dream? Turn on a light.” So... If Luz had cast a light spell while fighting them, would the whole thing have vanished regardless? Usually the fight for getting out of a dreamscape is one of the most compelling elements. What makes the hero hesitate, what sets them off for this being wrong, etc. like that. It’s part of what makes Superman still comforting his dream son so powerful because despite him not existing... Superman still cares. Because that is the core of Superman. ALL living beings matter to him.

This says fuck and all about Luz except that she’s a gatekeeping bitch of a nerd. Despite being in tears, for almost no reasons since the show does not sell that she actually thinks this is real (and again, from a narrative standpoint it makes the second special feel even more pointless if these words still effect her. NARRATIVE PAYOFF! LEARN WHAT IT IS!), she still immediately catches the mistake and bounces back to 100%. It’s... Honestly embarrassing from a writing standpoint. It says so many terrible things about Luz while also not saying much interesting. Yeah, Azura apparently really is that big to her that even during a breakdown with her friends, all it takes is her gatekeeper and continuity senses to go off to get her to write them all off. What would happen if Amity had to just admit it’d been a year since she read the book and just got the reference wrong?

As a note, the moment of Luz touching Amity’s face was the only clip of this sequence I’d seen before last night. Even then, I knew something was fucked here. Luz playing with Amity’s face feels like when a player character in a story about a game suddenly gains sentience. The other NPCs literally can’t process what they’re doing so Luz gets to just play with this Amity toy who should ostensibly be trying to kill her but has enough honor to wait for Luz to arm herself apparently.

Then the REST OF THEM WAKE UP. WHY!? WHY ARE THEY ACTUALLY ABLE TO EFFECT THIS!? Also... Does that mean Amity just got the reference wrong? Or did she do it on purpose? Why could she give Luz a glyph to cast? Why do they have that much power here? It’s just such a dumb twist that exists only to get the stupid line out of Hunter while he still sounds like he’s under mind control because of how unnatural the delivery of the advice is.

And this also of course means that Luz gets out without effort. Without anything. I’ve seen people call this trailer bait and I really just can’t blame them for it. It’s seven minutes of trailer bait though. Of an episode that’s only 52 minutes long and has two villains to actually take out still. That... Why? Why is that how you decided to start your finale.

It also brings the comparisons people would make between Marcy and Luz right to the forefront. Marcy had a dream sequence after all. Its imagery was more fun though and had more of a point and was HEARTBREAKING in that by being so idealic... That’s how Marcy knew it was fake. That one moment tells us SO MUCH of how she saw her role in the trio that we didn’t really know before. And the fact that she stayed trapped, having to hope others, others she thinks don’t care about her, will come save her makes it all a fucking tragedy. It’s really powerful and would not have been half as effective without being a dream sequence of sorts.

And as always... When TOH does something like Amphibia, it copies the really shallow, loud parts without understanding why Amphibia was doing it the way it did it. It makes the show look like a joke in comparison.

Which is why I’m not actually surprised people haven’t asked me about this sequence. It’s bad. It’s REALLY bad, which is probably why most people even on Twitter don’t talk about it. Not when you have the deux ex machina to gush over close to it. It’s bad in all the ways that you expect a dream sequence to be bad. It’s there for shock, it says very little about the characters and you could cut it and lose almost nothing, if just nothing. If I didn’t like dream sequences, I wouldn’t have anything to talk about here.

It makes it ‘of a kind’ which is why I used it to teach. And... Being ‘of a kind’ for being bad, especially when it actively goes against the character growth you’ve been doing... Well, it’s one of the few times I would say “I could have written this better.” Mostly because as a director I would have looked at whoever pitched the idea and gone “We have a godlike child who likes to play games. Come up with an actual fucking GAME instead of this cheating bullshit.”

Because like Luz looking beat up at the beginning of Yesterday’s Lie, it’s all just writing cheats and excuses. Just this time no one bought because why would they? Most audiences expect a dream sequence to be bad so seeing it was all a lie for baiting the audience... Well, at least for once TOH didn’t try to subvert a fantasy trope, did they?

*sigh*

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lift-heavy-be-gay · 4 months

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Let's talk about transgender athletes

this is gonna be a long rant so I'm just gonna put a cut down below. dni if you're a terf or just wanna cause problems.

So, recently in class we were discussing different drugs used illegally and legally in sports and eventually the topic of transgender athletes came up (because of course). However, my professor handled it really well and as a trans athlete (pre transition), I just wanna talk about my feelings on the matter.

Keep in mind that this is my opinion, but I have been studying this in uni and may have more of an insight on how testosterone and estrogen actually affect the body. Anyway, there are two main points I wanna make.

As an afab athlete myself, I compete in a mostly strength based sport (though some technique and skill is necessary). However, I could not even begin to think about competing with my amab counterparts. It would put me at an unfair disadvantage and them an unfair advantage.

The first being that—depending on the time you began taking hormones/how long you've been taking hormones—you most likely won't be able to compete in high level competitions like the olympics. I know that people are going to be upset at this, but please listen. If you began taking hormones around the age you would begin puberty, then by the time you're an adult still presumably taking said hormones, then your levels would most likely be that of a cis person. However, if you're taking hormones after puberty, then the testosterone difference between amab and afab people is *staggering*. This article states that amab people generate 15x more testosterone than afab people. Even if they begin taking hrt, it takes YEARS to even begin to see a significant difference.

But

(and this leads to my second point)

There are numerous advantages and disadvantages for cis people in sports. Whether it be financial status, family history, access to training, facilities, or injury prevention/rehabilitation. If kid A is from a long line of well-off basketball players and has the resources to compete, then he definitely has an advantage over kid B who is from the middle of nowhere with no support and even worse facilities. Fact of the matter is, cis people are unevenly matched up against each other all the time. There are a hundred and one different ways that they may have an advantage or disadvantage over each other. Why is it different for transgender athletes? Scratch that. Why is it different between genders at all?

What I'm trying to say is that, I've met plenty afab people who are stronger than amab guys. I really don't think gender matters that much in a lot of sports. I believe we should start separating athletes based on weight rather than gender. (Of course, that's just my opinion.)

It's just that whenever I hear the topic about transgender athletes in sports, it's always about trans women. It's about how it's "not fair" and they are "doing it on purpose to get an easy win" and a bunch of other excuses to try and justify not letting them play. Surprisingly, I don't often (if at all) hear the same argument about trans men. On the surface, a lot of these debates about trans athletes is good ole' transphobia. But if you look deeper, it's really just misogyny. Most people don't even care about the sport, they just want another avenue to oppress a group of people.

Basically, the situation is not as black and white as most would like to believe, and there's a lot of nuance involved when trying to understand this topic. It's unfortunate that many trans athletes have to even deal with this extra bs in order to compete.

anyway, end of rant. thanks for reading if you made it this far. there's definitely more I could say on this, but these are the main points I wanted to make.

tldr: while there are inherent biological differences between amab and afab people, that doesn't excuse excluding trans athletes from being able to compete

#transgender athletes #trans women #trans men #sports #athletics #trans athletes #transphobia #misogyny #transgender #lgbtq #lgbtqia #lgbt #my post

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tell me about Jade. I love her I want to know More

🥹 thank you for letting me rant about my girl 💕

Jade Walker: Character Info/HC’s

- Jade is 28 at the start of Stellar Collision. This is important because Jade is very personal to me and I feel like I don’t know what’s going on (in my 20’s as well 🥲). She’s old enough for there to be an expectation that she knows what she wants out of life, but she is hopelessly lost prior to finding Constellation. (Get it? A “Constellation”helping her find her way??? …I’ll see myself out)

-On the subject, she’s definitely more morally gray than Sarah (but who isn’t?). She made bad choices in her youth. It was important to me that she actually had a relatively happy and comfortable home life, because that kind of adds to her dilemma- she’s not forced into this life of crime that she lived before Sarah. She chose it, and has regrets. She lives in fear of the fact that it’s too late for redemption, or for her to be a productive member of society, despite how young she truly is. A lot of the times we have the orphaned protagonist, or the one with bad familial relations- but Jade is solely responsible for taking the easy way out plenty of times in her past, and now it’s coming back to haunt her. Originally, I considered having her father be a potentially injured vet in the colony war- to give her a motivation to have made all these egregious decisions for financial comfort, but I decided against it.

-Still, Jade does send the majority of her credits to her parents because, in some twisted sense, she wants to be good. She simply doesn’t know how, with her particular skillset, until Sarah and Constellation come along. Now, she has a greater purpose. Unfortunately, it’s far greater than she ever could have imagined. But hey…be careful what you wish for, right?

Personality

-Jade is seemingly confident, perhaps a little arrogant at times. She’s young enough still to have that carefree, somewhat reckless sense about her. She’s very playful and wry with her sense of humor. She’s a flirt through and through, and of course, attracted to older women- or women in authority, at any rate- (though she does seem to resent any kind of authority. Take that as you will). She’s definitely my coolest OC. She thinks Constellation is a very lovable collection of nerds (Andreja being the exception!) Though, she does manage to act like a nervous bumbling idiot in front of Sarah a few times, anyway.

-Jade is definitely an athlete, and her favorite way to work out is to fuck Sarah silly train with Andreja. 😊

- Her style has always been classic cool- black, leather, jeans, the works. Her hair is definitely longer than in the pfp- but that’s as close as we’re getting in-game. I think Rosamund and Eiza (from I care a a lot) are decently close to how I’d envision them.

-She may appear morally ambiguous, but she’s kind. Understanding, given her past. She’s Andreja’s best friend for a reason- she clocks constellation’s micro-aggressions towards Andreja or the Va’Ruun from time to time, and she lets them hear it. She’s good with Sona- even stopping to buy her clothes of her own while she was still injured from Cassiopeia. She is ambiguous regarding the law, justice, deeper topics- though she doesn’t condone harming innocent people or going a murder spree or anything atrocious like that.

-Jade’s fears are as follows:

1. She fears she’s irredeemable. That she’s already wasted her life and accomplished nothing, lying to her parents about how she’s been supporting them prior to Constellation and carrying great shame.

2. She’s afraid of dying. Self explanatory, and obviously due to the powers eating away at her. She’s young. She’s terrified. She doesn’t want to show it.

3. She’s afraid of losing Sarah. She chose Sarah over Sam, point blank. She’d do frightening things for Sarah- things Sarah herself would not approve of.

4. She doesn’t want to die without marrying Sarah properly 🥺💔 it’s the only thing she desperately needs before her time runs out. Those pesky Starborn and the damn UC seem intent on letting her do so, I’m afraid. She’s already made arrangements for her parents, already offered Sarah her galacticat plushie. All that’s left is tying the knot. She wants to be Jade Morgan very fucking badly.

Jade and Sarah

-At first, the attraction is simple: Jade hates authority, Sarah infuriates Jade, Jade is turned on by her intensity but yells right back, Sarah is turned on by her intensity (and insolence 😭)

Rinse and repeat.

-As their relationship progresses, Jade looks up to Sarah. She starts to burn for Sarah’s approval, willing to change her stubborn approach to life because this woman believes in her. This woman knows of her wrong-doing and still wants to give her a chance. She spends more time with Sarah. Starts teasing her more, they become friendly. It is then that Jade realizes she wants more than Sarah’s approval as a boss. She wants Sarah. Badly.

-On the topic of sex: they switch, obviously. I think Sarah’s more experienced, given her age- but Jade isn’t too far behind. Jade is a naturally jealous person- especially for Sarah’s affections. So this talk of “Aja” makes her so sour at the beginning 😭. She’s had a few prior relationships of note- mainly Capt. Marquez (who turned out to be a real one!!!) (Sarah does not love that). I think Jade talks a big game but Sarah is absolutely wearing the pants in the bedroom (and maybe their relationship, to an extent). Jade is something of a service top- but that’s not entirely accurate because Sarah has her way with her a lot, too. Just depends on the occasion 😏

-Jade’s dream bedroom fantasy involves Sarah in nothing but her jacket and an entire floor of a building to themselves so she can put her powers to use on the one thing that matters: Pleasuring Sarah Morgan.

-I think Sarah is everything Jade isn’t, and that’s why they work so well together. Sarah is neat, meticulous, everything she does is calculated, formal, rooted in logic. She NEEDS to believe in the law, needs to believe in order. Jade doesn’t. Jade acts with her heart, never her damn head 😭💀 she’s impulsive, reckless, and disregards facts that don’t serve her cause. She also challenges Sarah and Walter on many things, initially. But she has SUCH a capacity for love, for affection, for doing the right thing. And Sarah just…can’t stop thinking about her 🥹💕

-They give each other a second chance. They give each other unconditional love, guidance, laughter, and yes- sometimes anger 😅 but it only fuels their ever-growing attraction to one another. Jade thinks Sarah is the catch of a lifetime- and she is. Sarah thinks Jade is a brilliant, beautiful, stubborn, sexy idiot whom she absolutely cannot live without. She relies on Jade so much- the idea of having to raise Sona alone scares the shit out of her.

-From Sarah, Jade learns that she has so much to offer. She can be good. She can contribute and have a family of her own. The price, unfortunately, is staggering. Jade learns from Sarah that the true joy lies not in the destination, but the journey. She’s terrified, but…making peace with her inevitable ending. She got to live, to love, she protected Sarah…she’s come a long way. She can die happy, if it means Sarah’s going to be okay. She finally feels as if she has a path in front of her…though it’s not the one she expected.

-Sarah, on the other hand? She’d rather die before she lets go of Jade. Without Jade, she is a shell of herself- reduced to whoever she was before she ever returned to Cassiopeia and put that to rest. She’s learned so much from Jade- being skeptical of her formerly beloved UC, for instance. Sarah is all that stands between the UC and the FC in what is sure to be another full-scale war.

Without Jade by her side…the task is near impossible.

Sarah is NOT going to let her fiancée slip away into nothingness. Though it seems she won’t be afforded a choice.

However this ends, it sure is going to go out with a *bang*!!! 🫠

Here is Jade in the enhance lounge (but we pretend it’s her getting her diagnosis at the clinic instead lol 🥺💔)

And some obligatory gallery shots if you made it this far ☺️

#oc: Jade Walker #starfield #ask #order-of-the-eye #thank you for letting me rant about my baby 🥹❤️#she just wants to do good and be loved

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foggyroseblood · 3 months

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We all have a huge fear that our favourite music artists are secretly, actually bad people right?😀🥲

I love Sleep Token's music with litterally my whole heart and soul and over time I've let myself get attached to the members as well. Which I usually try my best to avoid bc you'll never really know what a "famous" person is like unless you know them personally.

They recently signed with a new label called RCA records which made me kinda sadly firstly bc, well, i really like the music they've produced so far with the old label but also just bc I'm autistic and don't like change lol.

But that's not such a big thing to me, HOWEVER what is bothering me is that the label posted a post in support for Israelis for the attacks that happened the 7th of October which is completely okay but what about the people in Gaza and West Bank?? What the people are going through there is absolutely HORRIFIC and I hate to compare but they are going through a lot more than Israel is. Almost the whole Gaza is destroyed and so many people have been martyred and murdered. I just hope the Sleep Token members care about the people in Gaza as well bc I genuinely dont have words to describe what they are going through except for that it is hell on earth. No one should go through this.

Sleep Token is my favourite band, I listen to their music for comfort and play their music everyday if I dont listen to it at least once daily everything feels off. If I'd have separate the art from the artist that would suck so much and I wouldn't be able to enjoy the music the same.

Anyway thank you for reading my long ass rant😭

#Sleep Token #sleeptoken #sleep token #vessel #rca records #sleep token fan #ii #iii #iv #Any Anti Semitism or hatred towards Palestinians and or the sleep token members will get you blocked #prog metal #music #moral dilemma #please be respectful in the comments and reblogs #gaza needs our support more than ever right now #free palestine. no excuse.

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stolen-breath · 2 years

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𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤

:: ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ :: ᴊᴀsᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ × ʏ/ɴ

:: ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ :: Iᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ OTP ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʟʟ. Pᴇʀsᴏɴ A sᴡᴇᴀʀs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ɪs ʜᴇʀᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ Pᴇʀsᴏɴ B ɪs sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ɪғ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɪᴛ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴀɢᴏ ᴀɴᴅ Pᴇʀsᴏɴ A ᴊᴜsᴛ ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛ.

:: sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ :: ᴊᴀsᴏɴ ɪɴsɪsᴛs ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ -- ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇʟʏ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ

:: ᴛᴡs :: ᴍɪʟᴅ sᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ, ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴇᴀsɪɴɢ

:: ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ :: 884

:: ʀᴇᴏ̨ᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ :: ɴᴏ

:: sғᴡ | ɴsғᴡ ::

ᴍᴀSᴛᴇƦʟꞮSᴛ

:: ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs :: ugh, hopefully i'm out of my funk now >.<'

:: ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ʙʏ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴏᴛᴘ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs, ɢᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ sᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ!! ::

When Jason starts the loop anew, you can’t help but wonder if he’s maybe lost his mind.

“I swear, it’s over here.” He drags you by your wrist, careful not to bruise you with his large fingers, but you can feel it aching anyway. Gotham Mall is huge, this is the third cycle you’ve made through the first floor, and you’re so tired.

“I think your brain’s all scrambled from all those crowbars up the noggin,” you grumble, only half to yourself. He either ignores you or doesn’t hear you over the chaos of the crowds around you. There’s a reason he won’t let go of your wrist. It’s far too easy to get swept away normally – if Two-Face tries something? Or Penguin? Or Joker, or Mister Freeze, or Poison Ivy, or…

Man, Gotham is a really bad place to live. How are kids still allowed in this crazy city?

“It – it was always here!” Once again, he stops you in front of the antique store, pointing at it with fingers spread wide in confusion. “Seriously! Between the Hot Topic and the World Market! It’s always been here!”

“It’s literally never been here!” You try to tug him in the direction of the food court, but he’s still ranting at the Game-On! sign in front of him. “I’m telling you, it’s on the second floor! Next to the food court! C’mon, Jay, I’m starving!”

He shakes his fist at the offending store in remarkably cartoonish frustration. "I'll unveil your secret. It's on now, Game-On." With a final huff, he allows you to pull him toward the escalators (elevators give you the willies). As you stand on the moving stairs, squished between a man with a baby backpack and a woman whose expression screams "I'm looking for a fight", you can’t help but boop Jason’s crooked nose.

“Relax,” you tease, relishing the mix of emotions – confused, annoyed, embarrassed, adorable – that cross his face. “You’re not you when you’re hungry. We’ll grab some Chinese and start looking again when we’ve got some energy.”

“Pretzels,” he grumbles, flicking your nose in return. “I deserve pretzels after this betrayal.”

“Fine, fine. But you’re paying, Mister Richie-rich. I don’t have Auntie Anne’s money.”

As you approach the food court, a more-than-familiar sign gleams to your right. Jason seems distracted by the neon pretzel, so you allow yourself a sneaky glance. Sure enough, there it is. It’s so hard not to reveal it to him right now, to bask in the warm glow of “I told you so”. It’s always way more fun to let him discover it himself. You bite your lower lip, keeping perfectly still as Jason orders two large pretzels – one with cinnamon sugar, one with a large dipping pot of cheese. It’s fake cheese. He’s told you this a thousand times, keeps demanding you let him just cook for you – but even though his cheese is almost as good as Alfred’s, there’s just something viscerally satisfying about melted fake cheese.

He doesn’t notice it. You’re on edge the entire time you tear through your pretzel. He chuckles at the way you eat it – you’re not the type to eat food daintily, with a fork and a knife and a little finger sticking out for fancy points. You rip it apart and stuff it in your mouth. Thank god he finds it endearing – but too bad that he’s too distracted laughing at how adorable (his words, words you smack him for every time) you look when you eat. If he wasn’t teasing you, he’d notice the missing shop directly behind you, lights flashing in a desperate bid for his attention.

Finally, you take the final bite of pretzel, licking the salt and cheese off your fingers before wiping them down on a napkin. “Amazing!” He claps his hands. “A glorious display of the rare Y/N in the wild. This will make an amazing addition to my documenta–”

Somehow, his face manages to glow with excitement and fall in humiliation in a single expression. You wish you were faster at getting your camera out – it’s gone in a moment, now red with frustration. “Y/N!” he shouts, shooting out of his chair so fast it clatters to the floor behind him. Other customers turn to stare, but you’re the only one who seems to care, your own face flushing as red as his. “It’s there! It’s right fucking there!”

“Told you it was on the second floor.” You offer him your sweetest smile in spite of your embarrassment, gathering your messy napkins and greasy pretzel-holders off the table. “But looping the ground floor was okay too – we needed the exercise.”

“You shut up.” But he’s not saying it to be mean. Even his ears are red! He grabs the trash from your hands and shoves it into the overfull container, then grabs your hand. “Ugh… I’m sorry. I seriously thought it was downstairs. C’mon, I wanna show you my favorite authors! This place has some real goodies – stuff even older than Alfred. And that’s saying a lot. I heard that he fought in the Revolutionary War!”

You laugh in delight as he drags you away once again – this time, not in a fruitless effort to find a store in a place it never was to begin with.

#jason todd x oc #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd imagine #jason todd fluff #jason todd headcanon #dc imagine #batfam x reader #batfam x you

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