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silviakundera · 3 months

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DRAMA REC: So I feel like any real review of Thai drama Moonlight Chicken is hard without heavy spoilers because honestly I don't know how to talk about what makes me passionate about it without discussing all the character relevations that occur over the course of its 8 episodes. I'll try to be generic as much as I can.

The thing about why it's hard to discuss without spoilers is that the characters and their full baggage are revealed slowly episode by episode, because like in real life you often learn about new friends & love interests slowly as intimacy deepens...

But from what I can see online, it's very subjective for viewers - depends on the person if they find these themes and personal challenges compelling or not. This doesn't fit with the typical "BL asian drama" format.

My personal viewing stake: There's an otp that has TAKEN OVER MY BRAIN. I have been searching for this energy ever since finishing Lighter & Princess. Gotta confess that I couldn't care less about the second couple who are teenagers. Apparently MDL and a lot of tumblr only liked the teen couple (valid!), but I just skipped over them mostly because when my brain locks in on Real Adults with Adult Problems I often cease to connect to high school student storylines. But the age gap couple with a 39 year old character who is FEELING his age... Jim & Wen. I've watched all 8 episodes now and they are like cocaine to me.

Ep 1 setup: We're not in Bangkok! (gasp) Jim is almost-40 and runs a late night diner in the less upscale part of town. Wen, about 10 years younger, is drunk at his diner as he's trying to close for the night. They pick up on the unspoken signals, instant electric connection, and end up wandering back to Jim's place and having what looks like fantastic sex together (without exchanging names).

But then after that first night, in the remaining 7 ep of the show you get a slowburn build up from zero as Jim doesn't want a relationship - with anyone. This is truly, sincerely a 'it's not you, it's me" situation. He is mired in baggage and the angst is SO DELICIOUS to me. Angst and soft hand touches and late night conversation. There's YEARNING. SO MUCH YEARNING.

And then my darling Wen! Who brings almost the same energy as the Lighter and Princess FL. @dangermousie I never thought I'd see this irrepressible determination and tender, good humored patience again! He is deeply sure that there is something special here with Jim and is unrelenting about trying to scale Jim's walls. I know that sounds like psychotic SML material lmao but it's all about the tone and context. It's very clear that Jim is allowing Wen in his life and doesn't, deep down, want Wen to give up on him. He's damaged and scared but I always felt he wants Wen to be right - that they are falling in love and can build something real together. He just can't make himself take that step. I mean, in their 2nd meeting he is EQUALLY INSANE to agree that it's v normal and hinged behavior to let his 1 night stand start randomly showing up to work shifts at his diner as 'temp staff' he can't afford to pay because... um. Basically to stalk him? idk I don't think it's stalking when u have a mutual agreement?? 🤔

Wen falling deeper into Jim and KNOWING the feeling is mutual no matter how many times he's (so gently!) pushed back... can be sooooo personal. 😭😭😭 The vibes of this "we're Not Together™" but it's inevitable, I'm just waiting for the timing to be right... reminiscent of the last 10 episodes of Lighter & Princess. This building intimacy and tenderness that stretches on until as a viewer you feel like... They ARE in love, they're together but just without the sex. They just have to stabilize their lives first before committing whole-heartedly. THE BITTERSWEET PINGING. (screams)

One thing I've observed is many people seem to struggle to connect with Jim's character. The closest thing we have to a protagonist (?) Maybe. Anyway, I suspect it might be a generational thing. I found the drama incredibly compelling, but I grew up queer in the 80s and 90s. I'm well into my 40s, a bit older than Jim, but I think the generational queer experience overlaps pretty well considering the sociopolitical differences btw us/thailand.

The screenwriter is an older out gay man, so I presume that's also a factor in how he did a pitch-perfect depiction of Jim's struggles to find home.

Wen has his own baggage that feels very real and raw. I loved his storyline because I could personally relate to it also from my queer relationship experience.

I've blabbered on here before about how I feel like there's something different about queer stories being told to other queers, not targeted to straight viewers primarily - I'm not saying it's better than the big brands and popular international media including lgbt rep. It's just different imo and I do think it's valuable. I want to see stories about the complexities of the experience & about the gay community that can't just be mapped to straight people. Where the story would not feel the same if you flipped the sexualities. That's what Midnight Chicken was to me: the characters of Jim and Wen and their personal development & slow love story together felt very queer and the age gap was a relevant part of this. And that called to me. I could recognize parts of myself in them and my personal experiences as a gay woman.

I was impressed by the writing. Strong acting. The directing of individual scenes is excellent BUT the 1 big flaw is the editing. Very amateur, super abrupt scene changes! Just jarring. But whatever, I've seen some terrible editing in cdramas too. Also note the storytelling tactic is to show a series of meaningful moments & interactions over like 6-8 months of time. Events progress in ways we don't always see and it's not always spelled out to the audience, everything that happened since we last saw them. That may or may not work for the viewer.

[Plus there's a very sweet & wholesome teen love story that also gets a happy ending, if you're into that. One of the teens is deaf and there's no "cure the disability" nonsense, don't worry. I was adult-focused but I did appreciate the complicated family relationship subplot with Jim trying to caretake his nephew and their relationship to the mostly-absent sister.]

ok so now into spoiler territory. Letting the relevations come out organically would be a much better viewing experience BUT...

SPOILERS ON JIM & WEN BACKSTORY

Jim's whole deal is he had a big love in his late 20s-early 30s that fucked him up good. He grew up being told gay love isn't real, leaves his rural farming town with his sister in their teens, disconnected from his family... But even his sister, who loves him, had the perspective that it's Just A Phase. Jim expects to Prove Them Wrong. Then his boyfriend cheats on him.... With a woman. Activate that generation's internalized homophobia and self-doubt. And then before he gets to truly confront his partner, his partner dies in an accident. So he never gets resolution.

And he's stuck under a mountain of debt, on the edge of poverty because he didn't get any of the guy's assets when he died of course. No rights under Thai law. Partner's family takes it all but the old car & the cat. All he has is the small chicken rice shop they had bought and ran together and it's killing him, he both hates and loves it. He's this amazing member of the local community but doesn't see himself and his own worth clearly.

Wen is working through the guilt of falling out of love from his 1st gay relationship that lasted 5 years of his 20s. Broken up but still living together. Trying to stay in each other's lives (I've seen this a lot, because in small gay communities you don't just cut ties with good people you care about). But living together is toxic for both of them, despite the real care that's there.

He also feels disconnected from a community at the start. He has work collegues, all straight friends, and his now-ex boyfriend. But you get the subtle sense that his local ties are all with the boyfriend Alan's family and mutual friends with Alan who don't all know about the breakup yet and he doesn't know how to interface with them anymore now that he and Alan aren't the same. He's the one who fell out of love, so he's "the bad guy" here and the straight friend he tries to talk to about trying to co-habititate with his ex and stay close friends doesn't really get it, because that's just way more typical behavior for older generation queers - it's notable that when the situation is fully explained to Jim, he doesn't seem to find it bizarre at all (as said, I've gone through that myself, and known friends in that situation; found that subplot to be very well done.) (I read that many viewers were disappointed this wasn't a standard infidelity situation where Wen is just regular cheating on Alan, but I have to say that I feel the opposite. The subplot and how it played out felt very relatable to me. I didn't need a cheating angst plotline in this drama that could be transplanted into a straight drama. I wanted more stories that represented my lived experience as an adult lesbian, and Wen's narrative gave me that.)

Wen keeps searching for a home even while living with Alan and having loved him in the past. Which to me was a sign that he'd moved to this smaller city, living in Alan's condo and in Alan's life with Alan's extended family... He started eating beef because Alan did and following along. He doesn't know where HE feels at home, what Wen needs to be comfortable and happy. When he more & more starts to believe he can make this home with Jim, he's determined to make it happen.

#really long post #agonizingly long meta #sorry to my mutuals #ily 😘😘😘#drama review #drama recommendation #midnight series: moonlight chicken #jimwen #moonlight chicken

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frosty-the-killer-doll · 7 months

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for the shippy ask game, can you rant about a possible poly relationship of the Snow System and how Khione would fit and work with Caitlin and Frost, really anything you have to say about that whole dynamic as a romantic or partly romantic relationship? and possibly maybe perhaps if you can also rant about Barrisco and your thoughts on it? i hope it's okay to ask these!

it's always okay my darling

Due to being simple and going tunnel vision when its abt the OTP, I've never actually thought about Khione joining Killersnow, but I fucking love the idea!

Now, obvi, I am living in a timeline where Khione's existence doesn't precede any death nor need any mechanical malfunction. SO SO SO in my head, Frost survived her time as Hellfrost and the battle with Earth-Prime's Deathstorm. But, but, but, Frost practically became a vacuum for all the energy of every soul Deathstorm got. All that energy melded and molded so much that it depleted Frost's own, making her sick (similar to Caitlin's cold that Carla helped her with) until suddenly, the energy came together and manifested as a completely new alter!

That's my alternative Khione origin story, anyway. And y'all KNOW i <3 killersnow more when they share a bod, so the split never happened in my world, so now there's three girlies in one form!

(also: M*rk Bl*ine does not exist within this world. Maybe he was never born, maybe he died in a horrible accident that was slow and painful and bloody. Either way, he doesn't know them and has no relationship with Frost or friendship with Khione or partnership with Caitlin.)

Caitlin has been down the discovering-an-alter road before, right? And last time, she didn't exactly treat Frost well. Frost didn't treat her well, either. At the start, they were selfish and hateful and scared and desperate. Caitlin doesn't want to repeat her past mistakes, and welcomes Khione as gracefully as she can manage with her shock.

Frost, though? She's jealous. Jealous that Khione gets on Caitlin's good side so early, after Frost had to spend so many years fighting for a right to their own body. Jealous that Khione immediately gets all the trust and niceties and respect that Frost was denied over and over again. So she acts out. Starting fights with Caitlin over little things, freezing Khione out, trying desperately to convince everyone that Khione cannot be trusted due to being the after effect of Deathstorm Prime.

Khione is just kinda trying to figure out existence, tryingg to get used to walking, trying to burn everyone's names to memory. She mostly is too focused on figuring things out to notice that Frost doesn't like her.

what I'm saying is: Snowkhione friends to lovers and Khionefrost one-sided enemies to lovers!

WHEN the Snow System makes up and Frost communicates her feelings in a healthy way, though-

Now, Khione is basically exactly in Frost's old shoes, metaphorically speaking. Maybe literally speaking bc she doesn't know her own style yet. She doesn't know her name, she doesn't know who she is, or what she is, or if she likes cheese fries. Just like how Frost never had a birthday party until she was an adult and only found out her favorite ice cream flavor a few years ago. So they get close really quick, once Frost gets over the unfairness of it all. Frost becomes a life coach to Khione, like Ralph passed the torch to her, and she inspires and encourages Khione to take risks and have her own adventures and do whatever the fuck she wants, to decide what she likes. So Khione takes Frost's old name.

And now it's Caitlin who's jealous. And Caitlin tries to repress that, per usual, but it comes out in bursts like water charging through cracks in a dam. So Caitlin and Khione find something that interests them both: botany. Khione has a deep, special interest in anything to do with life itself, especially the elements, and Caitlin knows a lot about the human body due to being a doctor and having a fascination with plants in high school c; i mean, she knew everything about mistletoe on the fucking spot, so it's really not even a meta joke that Caitlin may really like plants

So the Snow System makes up again, and the two keep deepening their friendships with Khione, and sometimes when Khione is just barely co-con with the both of them she can feel how much love Frost and Caitlin have for each other, how much Frost adores making Caitlin laugh, how much Caitlin likes the shine in their eyes that Frost gives them... how differently colored their relationship is compared to how they are with Khione.

And now Khione's jealous.

And that has never happened before.

So she very bluntly asks the two people she knows the best about jealousy and how to cope with crushes and what romance even is and how do you go about getting a girlfriend and what if you think you like your best friends and she very blatantly tells them that she is trying to cope with wanting to be with them.

She doesn't say it like she expects the feelings to be returned, or that she's flirting, or anything. She just innocently admits her feelings and asks their advice on it. And that is the cutest, most respectful, most genuine thing they have ever fucking seen. And now Killersnow realize that some of the jealousy they felt was because they were worried that Khione would steal their girlfriend. And now they realize that nobody has to steal anybody. Thus... the ot3 is born.

Khione and the bad bitches she pulled by being autistic.

OKAY BARRISCO TIME

u cannot tell me these two men have not had gay sex. they are fast friends and uKNOW barry hasn't had many friends in his life. his best friend is a girl he's in love with and they've always been insanely physically affectionate very casually. i don't think barry... really knows that society imposes this, like, boundary when it comes to immense physical affecgion? yknow what i'm talking about? like some people think its gay to kiss the homies on the cheek or hold your guy friend's hand or wipe food off his lips. and barry's only close friend was a girl he loved that loved him. there's appearantly a boundary between the physical affection u can give a friend and the affection u can give a lover and barry never got the memo.

so barry's out here, constantly touching cisco and holding him and going in for fakeout jokey kisses as he's always done with iris. and cisco believes that b has been purposefully flirting with him for MONTHS. so the next time barry goes in for a joke kiss that he plans on pulling away from, cisco does not pull back. cisco thinks it's real. and he kisses barry allen right there and then.

and then he sees the surprise on barry's face and the realization crashes down on him and suddenly he has to get out of here but barry is the fucking flash and his thoughts run faster than cisco's and barry realizes that hey, he always wanted the fake kisses with iris to be real, and hey, he doesn't feel any different with cisco. he wants it to be real, too.

so barry grabs cisco w super speed and suddenly cisco realizes that he is making out with the flash. and there's still tears of humiliation on cisco's face but barry wipes them off. and then they're at cisco's apartment and then barry is vibrating and holy shit linda did not undersell how good that feels, and boom, gay sex time

i hope these were sufficient 🫡 send me asks for this ship game!

#me on my way to use overly familiar terms of endearment on my mutuals 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️#arrowverse polycule au #frosty answers #barrisco #barriscowest #killersnow #snowkhione #frostkhione #khionesnowfrost #?#snow posting

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fandomdumpsterfires · 11 months

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Dancing under projector light.

(Another norman/henry writing as these two are now my otp)

Henry walked out of the elevator as it reached the music department floor, grumbling to himself. His shoulders tense and brow creased, a set of papers and an ink stained pen in one hand as he sulked through the halls.

It was another one of those days.

Once again, joey had gotten on the artist's nerves. He had gotten the idea for a new character. Nothing too important, just a little side character. And yet, joey was insistant on rejecting it. Proclaiming that nothing would ever top bendy even though henry made it VERY CLEAR that this character wasn't gonna replace the little devil darling by any means.

He huffed in annoyance, being drawn to the recording studio where sammy was directing a new song for the cartoons. But he didn't go into the band room, he went up into the projector booth. Normally, he only came here during lunch hours, finding it more enjoyable than the noisy breakroom, but it was the only place he could think of to wind down his frustration. He took a seat at the desk and just buried his head in his arms, sighing.

...

"Joey got yer tongue?"

A voice from being almost made henry jolt, until he immediately recognized it. Turning around, he was met with the studio's projectionist, norman polk. Norman had his arms crossed, leaning against the booth's doorframe, watching henry with a quirked brow.

Henry sighed "..yeah, he's been doing that a lot lately.." he said, fully turning to face norman, who approached "what did he do this time?" He inquired. He was always good at that, asking questions. Norman was a very curious guy, wanting to know everything about what the mysterious joey drew was up to. Some people found his curiosity annoying and would go to say he's 'nosy', but henry didn't think that at all.

"Well," henry began, keeping his voice low as to not disrupt the band "i..went to show him a potential new character i've been working on, and he goes on a tangent about how nothing could top bendy! And that i should know better than to not try and replace him!" He stood up, getting fired up again "which wasn't what i was trying to do at all! I even made that obvious and yet he STILL brushed me off, ugh.." he turned towards the desk, slamming his hands down on it with what little force he could, making a small thump.

Norman's brow furrowed as he listened to henry's vent. He's been hearing more and more of these stories, lately. Joey just kept getting worse and worse as time went on..whatever he was up to, whatever was making him like this, he'd uncover it soon enough "joey deffinately ain't right in the head anymore if he's rejectin' your ideas now." The projectionist said, how could anyone do that? Henry's artwork was some of the best he'd ever seen, you'd have to be crazy to say no to it.

Norman noticed henry's stack of paper, being drawn to one paper in particular which had something on it as it stuck out. From what norman could see, it looked like a shoe, a shiny cartoon shoe like the ones bendy wore "wha's that?" He asked, pointing to it.

"Oh.." henry looked to the papers, slowly pulling out the one norman was curious about "this is the aforementioned 'replacement' for bendy." He went over to the taller man, showing him the drawing.

The character was about bendy's height, wearing a striped maroon vest with white gloves and shiny black shoes, suit adorned with a large crimson bowtie. The one thing that really caught norman's attention was the character's head. It was a projector, almost looking a bit too big for its body, a boater hat hanging off of one of its reel holders with a red ribbon tied around it. The projector's lense was mostly colored black, with an up curved line of white in the center, making it look like an eye closed in happiness, a grin of joy just below it. In the top right corner was 'vector the jector' written in clean handwriting, henry's signature written in the bottom left.

"Henry this lil' guy is amazing! Joey doesn't know what he's talkin' about." Norman said, earning a slightly flustered glance from the artist "uh, thanks." He replied, a tinge of red crossing his cheeks and ears "i..kind of based him off of you-"

This earned a suprised look and blink from the projectionist. Norman could feel his face heating up, yet mustered a smile "i'm..flattered to know that you'd think i'd make a cool toon, heh." He replied, handing henry back the picture.

Holding the picture in his hands again, he just stood there and looked at it, rubbing the spot that had his signature on it with his thumb. There was a sudden warmth on his shoulder, norman's hand giving the artist a feeling of reassurance "hey. Don't let joey get ya so down. Maybe tryin' again will convince 'em?" He suggested.

Henry smiled, but it was more of a sad one than a happier one "thanks, norman, but i think joey's made himself clear.." he was about to put the drawing back in the pile, only to pause and instead put it on the desk "..you can have him, though." Norman's brows raised in suprised "wait..really?" He said, not expecting that "well, you seem to really like him, so.." henry shrugged.

"Thanks, henry. 'Bout time i had a little company up here." Norman said. Henry gave him a look "hey, what about all those times i've come to visit you during break when wally isn't dragging you off to play poker?" He grinned, quirking an eyebrow "well, outside of those visits, of course." Norman chuckled, the two men staring at eachother as the music came to a slow.

When the music started up again, it was a gentle violin, followed by soft blips of a piano and the other instruments eventually came in to. Henry noticed the change in music, an idea jumping into his head as he offered out a hand "care to dance?"

Norman grew flustered. Dance? "I've..never really danced like this before.." he said, slowly taking henry's hand as the two got into position, henry putting his other arm around norman's waist while norman put his on henry's shoulder "i can teach you." Henry offered "that would..be kinda nice." Norman smiled, red dusting over his cheeks.

Henry showed norman how to slow dance, teaching him step by step. Norman was a little wary, henry was a fair bit shorter than himself and didn't wanna mess anything up, yet henry managed to make it work. And soon enough, the two were dancing at the same pace, the music continuing, eventually coming to a slow and a stop, the last rings of violin strings filling the room, sammy instructing everyone to pack it up for lunch.

As the music came to an end, henry found himself blissfully sighing in peace. He had completely forgotted what he had been angry about prior. Sure, it may come back later, but as he layed his head against norman's chest, he knew his time with the projectionist would outweigh any negatives.

#these gays are rotting my brain. if that wasn't obvious #NNDDJJSJSJSJ #i was debating on if this should be a comic or fic but i went with fic since it's easier for me to do #batim #bendy and the ink machine #henry stein #norman polk #henry x norman #normry #heman #moving pictures

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childotkw · 2 years

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Pointless rambling, but the whole love for Tony and the anti Team Cap thing resonates so deeply with me, you have no idea. Endgame actually pretty much ruined my passion for the MCU, which used to be huge to the point of obsession, now it's just a rather dull memory and I can't really enjoy it anymore, knowing what they made of it. I don't know about you, but aside from Wandavision I found none of the new Marvel shows even remotely enjoyable, the Loki one turned out as especially disappointing, maybe because it was the one I was looking forward to the most. Now I could write entire essays as to why it felt like such a huge letdown and disrespectful towards the character or what he was once meant to be. The movies, in my opinion, have lost most of their heart and soul and most of all sense too and every new piece of media just seems to be a huge, flashy money grab, used to introduce the next big phase. Fics like yours or the writers you recommended still make it worthwhile to stay, though.

Thank you, darling 💕💕

And oh yeah, I don't really engage with the MCU anymore. Endgame pretty effectively killed my interest in the franchise. I think the only things I've seen are No Way Home (and that's only because my sister insisted that I'd like it), and Shang-Chi.

I didn't watch WandaVision (don't like Wanda at all, and I while I love him, I don't love Vision enough to try it), and only got like, two episodes into Loki before stopping because he felt like a caricature.

For the longest time I had entertained the idea of doing a time travel Tony story. One where he was jetted all the way back to when he was seventeen - and he's just so fucking tired. He's an old man trapped in a too-young, unscarred body, and he doesn't want to do it all over again. He'd end up being confronted by everyone who has or will betray him, and would have to play the game of 'do I judge you for what you do in a forgotten future, or hope that this time you'll do something different?'. And then there would be the horrid, horrid ache for his family.

Everyone who met Tony would be expecting the playboy, drug-addict, wasting-his-talent billionaire brat but what they'd get instead was a kid with eyes too old for his face that carried around a bone-deep weariness they couldn't begin to understand. It'd raise questions.

I was still debating, but given it's my OTP, it'd probably end up being WinterIron.

I just have many feelings about Tony.

#anonymous #MCU #tony stark

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innqufocus · 2 years

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all aboard the Insight, there’s no going back now!

Donatello x Erkleid “Ray” Naera OTP couple meme that literally nobody asked for. fun to do, but goddamn, i wish i had a better stylus. no palm rejection, no tilt, no pressure sensitivity. hence the art is just bad. me fingies are tired.

fun shit below, or not

Age: their age difference seems enormous, but for Ray’s species, that’s very young. in normal human culture, he’d be about 21. in their story, Donnie is still rather young at just past 16. Gender: Ray’s species are reptilian, and don’t possess sexually dimorphic anatomy. each individual has a prehensile hemipenis and a cloaca with no secondary sex characteristics. the only difference between them is who can lay eggs, and who can gestate them. when it comes down to it, Donnie doesn’t care all that much about gender. they’re giant sentient turtles, what does he care about gender norms? Spoons: the only reason Ray is the big spoon 90% of the time is because he’s that much larger than Donnie, who just makes for the world’s tiniest jetpack. Clothes: neither of them really wear clothes normally, but if Donnie so much as glanced at something Ray had on, Ray would give it up immediately. Pet Names: Ray is ALL about the pet names. he’ll call Donnie everything from “my love” to “darling” to his species’ intimate name for a mate, “Mi’luta.” Donnie, meanwhile, just gets embarrassed and sticks to casual nicknames. the only time he would get cutesy is behind closed doors. Intro/Extro: they’re both pretty introverted, although due to his occupation as a medical technician, Ray can handle being around people longer than Donnie can. Affection: Donnie is a shy boy that stumbles over every word when he’s trying to be affectionate; his love language is definitely through actions, whether that be by making/fixing something or going out of his way to plan the perfect evening. as for Ray? he’ll do an equal amount of showering Donnie with loving words and thoughtful actions. when Ray’s in love, he’s in LOVE. Confession: this one’s on Ray. the circumstances around their initial meeting are awkward and weird at best, and it’s taken Donnie quite some time to feel comfortable with Ray. in a moment of desperation, Ray confessed first, afraid Donnie was going to leave him. Bugs: Ray has never seen an insect before in his life, but would be curious after he stopped screaming. Donnie’s more likely to get excited and infodump about whatever bug it is before gently putting it outside. Car: Donnie’s a technical genius who built a car from near scratch and learned to drive in New York. Ray is a doctor and has never had to operate a moving vehicle before. Cooking: this is ALL Donnie. hailing from a species of telepaths who feed on information, Ray’s never had to physically make food his entire life. when he tried, it was horrible. he’d find a way to set a bowl of cereal on fire. PDA: again, Donnie’s the shy one. he’d be a bit nervous about public displays, no matter how infatuated he is. and despite his crushing anxiety, Ray has zero hesitation when it comes to showing his scientist Mi’luta, as well as anyone nearby, just how much he adores him. Overprotective: Ray. he’d do anything to keep Donnie from danger. he’d take a bullet for Donnie. he’d mutilate his fellow crewmembers to save Donnie. he’d risk life-threatening surgery to save Donnie. he’d even fight every single brother single-handedly to keep Donnie safe. fun fact: only one of those four statements is false - the rest he has done in the past. now Donnie? he knows full well Ray can handle himself, and he’s a ninja, so he can handle himself, too. however, if Ray was ever in danger, he’d stop at nothing to jump to his aid. Experience: where Donnie has fallen flat on his face when it comes to past relationships, Ray actually had a mate before him. they were together for two years before his mate died due to health complications. H0rny: Donnie could take it or leave it unless he’s really in the mood. Ray? he’s got it bad for Donnie. real bad. Awkward: you all know Donnie is a gigantic fuckin dork. Ray’s more likely to get confused than awkward. Jealous: Donnie’s still adjusting to the way he feels about Ray, but it still irks him when others mock Ray or threaten him. as for Ray... well. if you so much as look at Donnie wrong, he’ll be hissing and wedging himself between the two of you. Ray’s clinginess is a huge issue for their relationship. he once [SPOILERS REDACTED] █████ ████████ ██████ ██████ ███████ ██ ███ ███ ███ ███████ ██ ████████ ██ ██████ ████████ ██ ██████.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt donnie #donatello #tmnt donatello #the voice in your ear #tviye #erkleid naera #ray #otp meme #couple meme #ship meme #alien oc #tmnt oc

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legolasghosty · 2 years

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Okay hello! Here's a JATP headcanon for you

So we all know Reggie is a massive Star Wars fan, and I'm sure he'd get back into it in the present, watching the sequels and stuff with Julie. Now, I'm thinking that she would most definitely introduce him to fandom too, fun fan-edits, gifs, text posts, and, most importantly, fanfiction. And Reggie would absolutely love it.

I see Alex as the reader out of the band, but as soon as Julie made Reggie an AO3 account and showed him how to access The Interweb on her tablet the boy is never to be seen again. What is Reggie doing while Luke and Julie are writing songs and Alex and Willie are screaming in museums? Correct, King is huddled in a blanket on the loft reading fluffy Finn/Poe Dameron fanfiction.

He tries to get his boys into it too. Luke isn't really interested ("it's about the m-yusic, Reggie") but Alex gives it a try and is hooked. I don't know what fandom he would read tho, maybe you have an idea

love you!!

- @michelangelindraws

Hello, darling, thank you!

Okay, first off, you are 100% correct and you should say so. Reggie would be so nervous about watching the new ones, since the first thing he heard about them was that they killed Han Solo and that Jar Jar exists, but once Julie gets him started on them, he loves it. And once he gets into fandom....

He goes down several rabbit holes before settling on Finn/Poe as his Star Wars otp, and is a bit disturbed by how many people actually think Ray and Ben/Kylo Ren were good for each other, but once he gets to the gay side, then he's good. He spends so much time curled up reading, either on the phone Julie got for the three of them to message her, or on someone's laptop. He keeps accidentally leaving ao3 open on Carlos's laptop and Carlos is very confused the first couple times, but then realizes it's Reggie and it all makes sense. (sidebar, Reggie starts leaving open some of his favorite cute, fluffy(and clean, Carlos is a child) fics open for Carlos to read and then they have whole big debates/conversations about them, because let Reggie be a Molina please).

You're very right, Luke wouldn't really get the appeal of fanfic(though he does rather enjoy the music video type edits of stuff he sees sometimes...), but Alex would totally get into it! As far as fandom goes... many options, including most of Kenny Ortega's other works(HSM, Descendents, etc.), but hear me out, what is the only possible result of Alex watching Heartstopper? He would get obsessed. So I feel like he'd get very deep into the fandom very quickly once Reggie introduces him to ao3 and stuff.

Reggie and Alex start just using fandom/ao3 terms in normal conversation, which Julie is able to follow fairly easily unless it's something very specific to one fandom she isn't in, but Luke is so confused. Like, Reggie makes some comment about how a song they wrote would work so well as a hurt/comfort fic, and Alex and Julie just think for a second and then agree and Luke is just like, "...a what?"

Anyways, let Reggie(and eventually Alex) read fanfic, thank you.

Thank you so so much, I love this one!!! Sending all the virtual hugs!!!

Send me a headcanon and I'll respond with my thoughts and some virtual hugs!

#julie and the phantoms #reggie peters #legolas tag #legolas ask #jatp fanfic

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malcolmbrights-a · 4 years

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Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk @prodigalbitch

Nothing about this woman screams nurse to you. She looks like someone you wouldn’t fuck with, someone who’d knock a man out or kill him with her bare hands. Just looking at her angry brows makes you believe that she’s also someone who wouldn’t have an empathetic bone in their body. You make the assumption that she’s a bodyguard of some kind. Or maybe even a personal trainer? So, when you hear that she’s an emergency services nurse, you’re shocked. Yet, somehow, you’re even more shocked when she asks you about how you feel about her. What she means to you.

You’re so drunk that you keep randomly mumbling in French and keep falling off the club’s barstool. Bridget's words sound silly to you because you’re not much for words. You’re more action. You show her you care by not wearing your gloves when you touch her, or when you give her good morning kisses when breakfast is being made and Trent is off at work planning weddings. But when she gives you that ‘for real - tell me or i’m leaving’ look, you give in and sigh, suddenly feeling a tsunami of emotions. “I like you a lot, Bridget,” you admit to her, words slurring just a bit as you reach out, gently to caress her glowing face with your thumb. “You’re the perfect addition to our family. I think, without you, things would feel weird.” You pause and look perplexed. “Not saying they felt weird before we met you. But now that you’re here, without you, things wouldn’t be the same.” There’s a calm silence between you as vintage rock and roll plays silently on a jukebox not too far from where the two of you are sitting. “What I’m trying to say is...Stay. I like you a lot. You’re ours now.”

#elliesfinishedworks #writing: claudia darling #otp: til death do us part | claudia x bridget2 #lolol i'm trying something new

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wildflowertips · 3 years

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Hi! I was curious if you had anymore Kuroko fic recommendations? Thank you! 🥺💗

hey! 🥺 i do have more kuroko fanfic recs. i didnt know what type of kuroko ship you wanted, so here are a few from some kuroko ships <3:

Kagakuro Recommendations

the flower that blooms in adversity by aotetsu

When Kagami falls for Kuroko Tetsuya, a famous prostitute from the red light district, he manages to find a whole lot of trouble and a person worth it all.

this fic deserves more love and attention. kagami love for kuroko absolutely made me sob

Brothers in Woo by buttwade

in which Himuro jokingly offers to help Kagami win Kuroko over and the joke's on him

kagami is drunk & himuro cracks jokes. this fic is funny. jealous!kuroko

Beastly call by TCon

"You mean," Kuroko started. "You'd be my Heat Partner?" He didn't expect Kagami to explode into a myriad of different shades of red more impressive than his own hair. "Y — yeah tha's what I'm sayin'!" for some reasons he lapsed into english with an odd accent. KagaKuro Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics & Sex Pistols AU - Fusion

Lots of smut in the beginning. there’s crime, suspense, and i read this fic like 5 times.

Stamina Training by tnsxbunny

As the weakest member in the team, Kuroko stays back after basketball practice to train on his stamina. Kagami watches from afar and decides to show Kuroko what real stamina training is.

SMUT. SUCH GOOD SMUT. thank u

The advantage of being Kuroko by heartfilledteddybear

mayuzumi hits on Kuroko & Kagami gets jealous 🥵

Akakuro Recommendations

Forget me not flowers in our hair by miniaturepsycho

When Kagami is captured by a beast Kuroko doesn't think twice and bargains to take the red head's position instead but it seems that there is more to this castle than meets the eye, and what has it have to do with forget me not's?? Basically a beauty and the beast AU that I decided to do after seeing the live action (which I totally did not cry at, not at all!!) COMPLETE

Contains Aokaga. Akashi as beast & kuroko as belle. So good 🥺

All I ask by TsuruKuni

"It's none of your business." "Tell me, Aomine. How can it be none of my business when you're throwing away the only person I've ever wanted?"

THIS FIC MADE ME SOB AT 3 AM. I highly recommend listening to ‘All I ask’ by Adele. I promise you will cry. Aokuro & Akakuro.

Bridezilla by DancingMarshmallows

Weddings are stressful... try helping people plan them. With two months to get everything together, a bridezilla and her bitch of a maid of honor, and finding love at the worst time, Kuroko would be lucky if he makes it out alive.

CEO!Akashi & WEDDING PLANNER!kuroko. you will not regret reading this one.

That Ridiculously Long Dance by Harmonia_Silverberg

Aomine, Kise, and Kagami never learn, do they? But apparently their "joke" works in Akashi and Kuroko's favor this time.

literally one of my all time favorite akakuro fanfic

What Would Chihiro Do by anewtinystory

Akashi is dating Kuroko, whose two brothers are very protective of him.[Based on a Tumblr anon's prompt: Nijimura and Mayuzumi are Kuroko's brothers; while Nijimura approves of Akashi, Mayuzumi feels the opposite]

slight smut. protective bros. i love it sm.

Aokuro Recommendations

Traded Mistakes by Acetate, Chrystie, exuberant_imperfection, kate882, luckypen

For the prompt: Aomine having an accident and losing his memory so all he remembers is being best friends with Tetsu and he doesn’t understand how that could stop.

Angst, oh the angst 😫😭.

Third time’s a charm (or maybe fourth) by LajtHane

Aomine really didn't mean to crash into him at Quidditch practice.

HOGWARTS AU. if that doesn’t temp you, idk what will. My fav Aokuro fic.

Maybe a touch of your hand by skinandbones

[Written for AoKuroWeek 2015]: Aomine moves into a new apartment and befriends a ghost boy.

no bc this fic made me cry too. pls read it 🎶ifwehad5moreminutes🎶

The Boyfriend Jersey by exuberant_imperfection, kate882

Kuroko, in a half-asleep mistake, ends up wearing Aomine's jersey to school.

THIS FIC IS CUTE SUCH DORKS

Hey, Come Here Often? by imabignerd

In which Momoi holds his magazines hostage, Aomine hates everything and everyone, and Kuroko is politely bewildered.

Aomine crushes on the lifeguard!Kuroko & Momoi is a little shit about it 😌🤍

Midokuro Recommendations

It’s Always your Fault! by warsandwich

Kuroko and Midorima are secretly dating, but Takao finds out their secret. De-anon from the anon meme.

Short, sweet, & funny 😌.

Partnership by Fayah

Their partnership starts in English class, but like everything else in their lives, turns into a matter of basketball.

Midorima really cares for Kuroko 🥺

Midokuro Ficlet by pandacchii

based off of imagineyourotp blog post: "Imagine your otp confessing while they were half asleep" Pairing: Midorima/Kuroko

short story but it’s really cute ☺️

An Unexpected Alignment by cinnaelle

Midorima Shintarou does not expect such a reoccurring encounter. But the wheels of fate are turning and Akashi moves his shogi piece.

well-written i love it sm. deserves more praise

The Way You Come Undone by oshare_banchou

"Midorima Shintarou is completely silent during sex. And Kuroko, who is both fascinated and frustrated by this discovery, wonders just how much it would take to make him come undone." - Kuroko/Midorima, in that order

do i need to say more? 😫

Kikuro Recommendations

Careless Whisper by DarkWoods

When Kuroko is dared to come up with some dirty talk, no one expects him to be good at it. Certainly not Kise.

my favorite kikuro fanfic. flustered!kise & tease!kuroko

如果的事 (If) by stormterror

People fall in love in many different manners. Love feels like many different things to many people, but Kise Ryouta thinks there's nothing that quite beats the feeling of being in love with Kuroko Tetsuya. [kise/kuroko]

SO GOOD I CRIED I SMILED SO HARD. pls kikuro deserves the world

Wires, Connecting by Bakagami

It's like being blind but not, like touching air, grasping at straws, voices dissipating and reverberating.

This story is locked so you need to login into ao3 to read it. PHONE SEX & DIRTY TALK 🥵

He Promised by imabignerd

Kise promised he'd smile for Kuroko the whole way through, all the way to the end.

Zombie apocalypse AU. Death. sobbing violently.

It’s a Small World by SilentSilhouette

Kise tries to find his soulmate through social media. Soulmate AU where a picture of your soulmate is tweeted to you on your sixteenth birthday.

This one made me crackle & laugh😂😂

Murakuro Recommendations

No Such Thing as Too Much Vanilla by plumtrees

Kuroko and Murasakibara have baking days. What do you mean it isn't canon?

baking!boyfriends & fluff 😌😉

Vanilla Cream by yoimrei

Murasakibara eats Kurokos ass after something Ahomine says which sparks his jealousy.

here me out first, the ass eating in this is *chef’s kiss* 🤌🏽🤌🏽

Philia by DarkWoods

That time Murasakibara and Kuroko started kinda-sorta fake dating, and kinda-sorta never bothered to break up.

Still going & i love this writer sm. i read all their stories 😙✌🏽

Lavender Secrets by SailorHikarinoMu

Kuroko was the one to bring out his true love for basketball, which had been hidden from prying eyes since the beginning. It was one of those things he was unsure whether he should feel grateful for, but all the same, it did mean something. What this 'something' was, exactly? Murasakibara did not know. Not yet.

FLUFF AAA FLUFF

Rainy by overdose

Kuroko listened to the rain pouring, and more importantly, Murasakibara's steady breathing.

smut. couch sex. size difference. 🥴

BONUS

Hanamiya Makoto/Kuroko Tetsuya

Scotomas by Darkenedcrystal

After the game against Jabberwock, Kagami goes overseas and Kuroko finds himself without a light. A slightly angsty, rather light-hearted story about what happens to Kuroko after Kagami leaves. Features teens finding their way around life, Seirin without a light, the Generation of Miracles being a family, the teens finding love and appreciating the heartbreaks. Kuroko tries to find his own style without a light, and stumbles into the darkness that is Hanamiya Makoto instead. Extra chapter added!

love this fic so much. downside: akashi is kinda a dick

Of Unlikely Friendships, Sneaky Bets, Shogi and Sake by itsthechocopuff

Imayoshi had introduced his two favourite kouhai to each other as an experiment. He did not predict they'd get along so well, both being shadows, but they did, and they worked, oddly enough. Hanamiya brought out the worst in Kuroko, while Kuroko brought out the the best in the other; and they both caused heartattacks to unsuspecting teammates who could not believe their darling shadow was not as innocent as he seemed.

you wont regret reading this one omg

Haizaki Shougo/Kuroko Tetsuya

A Taste That Lingers by therealmoyashi

I couldn't say anything, and that was alright because he didn't want an answer. I'll never forget the way that tasted. Yeah, I thought, he ruined me.

i cried reading this for the first time. out of character kuroko

By the Tomatoes by Wayfarer_Rye

It starts with a blue-grey t-shirt that says "Nothing but Net".

Haizaki wants to try again.

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kazoosandfannypacks · 7 months

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Baelfire was an incredible character, with compelling motives and great potential, but his character was doomed the moment they revealed he was Henry's father, not only because they'd already painted Henry's dad in such a negative light, but also because this pitted him directly against Killian Jones, whom the writers claimed to have wanted to end up with Emma "since the beginning."

This is nothing against Killian; Killian Jones is my favorite character, Captain Swan is my OTP, and I'm certainly not bothered in the slightest that Emma ended up with Killian.

However, I was also such a huge fan of Baelfire for the first season or two. He was an artist, he never gave up, he made lots of pasta, he was clever and resourceful, and he always saw the good in people. I would've loved to see him grow and develop as a character.

He always wanted a family, but he kept losing them. His mom left. His dad let him go. He sacrificed himself for the Darlings. He left Killian's crew. He didn't even become one of the lost boys- he spent centuries without hope of a family and never got one.

He also always wanted to be a hero, but he lost all chance of that when they made him Henry's father and set him up to fail.

It's hard to put it all into proper words- I'm not a huge fan of Neal Cassidy, but man, did I love Baelfire.

#once upon a time #ouat #once upon a time season 3 #baelfire #anti neal cassidy #captain swan #otp: try something new darling

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buck-nialled · 3 years

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In A Nutshell - T. Holland + Character Blurbs

NOTE: i did something similar to this for shawn mendes awhile back and thought I’d do it again for Tom and his characters. basically this is answering “otp/paring questions” with tom and the various characters he plays to see who is most likely to do the following, with some fluff! hope you all enjoy!

TAGLIST: @niallberry @swiftmendeshoran @theshyspy @clarabsevero @golden-hoax @dudethisiswhyyoudonthavefriends @organicpurplepants @wowitsel @sunwardsss @lovely-blackinnon @tomsirishgirl @tomsirishgirlx @whoeveniskendall @multihoee @haterpenny @highontomholland @nxtty-m @bi-lmg

who cooks the best?

Of course, after observing his grandmother and unbiological sister prepare and serve him eggs from the skillet and the occasional meatloaf for years, Arvin was bound to pick up some tips on cooking. Once the two of you agreed to go steady, the cooking lessons you gave him became more hands-on and up close. Maybe once in a while, the simple yellow cake would turn into a lip-locking session in your kitchen, with Arvin leaving a trail of flour dusting off of his brunette locks on the journey into his house. But five sessions in, he finally learned to wait before mixing the wet and dry ingredients.

Eventually, he felt confident enough to buy proper ingredients at the local grocer and make you a cake all by himself for your birthday. When he presented his creation to you the next day after school, tears of happiness and devotion for the chef filled your eyes. The cake turned out dry as the Sahara, and the icing was all too watery for your liking, but you savored each bite anyways. A small part of you wanted to tell him how he could improve in the future, or nitpick the crumbly pastry. But the grin on his face halted any corrections you wanted to catapult in his direction. You settled with words that would only make his smile grow wider.

“It was delicious. Thank you, Arvin.”

“No problem, doll. Happy birthday.” He brings you into his arms for a warm embrace, basking in the scent of your strawberry shampoo. “Now for the fun part.” He says.

You break away from the hug, tilting your head at him. “Seventeen years means I owe you seventeen kisses, don’t it?” He smirks.

who buys cereal for the prize inside?

“Darling look!” Tom shrieks upon coming through the door to the house. You obey, turning your eyes from the pages of a book you had busied yourself with to see the sight of your boyfriend. His eyes were lit up with a joy you had only been witness to a few times in the past. Your eyes traveled down to see the vibrant red and blue-tinted box, the large yellow print on the front reading “Spider-O’s”

“They made it!” He announces, almost leaping from his spot in the entryway before entering the kitchen and digging through the refrigerator for what you assumed was milk.

“You really bought a whole box of Spidey-O’s because it has your face on it?” You call out in question. “You don’t even like cereal that much.”

“Of course I didn’t buy it just for the box.” He huffs, returning to your line of sight with a full bowl and spoon. “There’s a figurine at the bottom, too!” In a haste, he hands you the bowl which is near the point of overflowing with the grains and milk.

“What’d you hand me this for?”

“Well someone’s gotta help me finish it all!”

who likes to stargaze?

A quick succession of raps on your bedroom window makes you jump from your desk chair. Upon seeing the bug boy himself, dressed to the nines in his spandex suit, the hand which was clutching your chest falls to your side.

“What are you doing here?” You hissed, ensuring that your bedroom door was closed in fear of your father walking in. Perhaps fate was against you and Peter Parker in the fact that your father was a police officer. And like every police officer, your father viewed the web-slinger as a vigilante and nuisance to Queens and its surrounding cities.

“I wanted to cut patrolling short tonight so I could take you somewhere.” The mask shields a lot from you, but his tone of voice revealed his cheesy smile behind the fabric instantly.

“Where?” You furrow your brows.

“It’s a surprise…you comin’?” He reaches out a hand for you, no doubt to grab and hold onto for the windy swing ahead.

“We’re swinging there?” You question meekly.

“Just until I get my learner’s permit.”

“And how long will that be?”

“It’s New York, who needs a car?” With a final look of skepticism, you take his hand and lock your fingers together for dear life. For the next few minutes, you attempt to block out the white noise entering your ears and shut your eyes to avoid looking down.

“We’re here!” Peter announces, setting your feet gently against the cold concrete. Hesitantly, your eyes flutter open.

“We’re…on top of your apartment building?” You ask more than state. Peter grabs you by the shoulders and spins you around, revealing his Star Wars blanket and a couple of pillows strewn together.

“Surprise! We’re stargazing! I know it’s not the planetarium at the museum, but I figured it’d be the next best thi--” the boy is cut off by your fingers gripping the bottom of his mask and peeling it up just enough to press a smooch against his lips.

“It’s perfect, Pete. Thank you.”

who kills the scary bugs?

You and Todd took in the silence of the forest as you strolled through, embracing the crunch of the fallen leaves beneath your shoes. Of course, silence never lasted long in the New World. There would always be the occasional interruption from your boyfriend and his involuntary thoughts like his hatred for beets, or, at this moment in time, his impatience for Manchee to lift his leg and do his business already.

Just go, you don’t have to ask me every time you need to take a shit

You tried to hold back a giggle at his infuriated tone. The dog remained yapping and sniffed around, searching for a proper, unclaimed spot. You only smiled at Manchee and stepped closer to Todd as the two of you kept an eye on him, and laced your hand with his.

She’s holding my hand. She still likes me. Thank God.

You turn to find his cheeks quickly growing red. It took a lot of trust for you and Todd to make your relationship further than platonic. He had to suffer with the constant fear of appearing too vulnerable around you and never knowing your inner thoughts, while you had to try and be just as open with him since not everything that came to your mind was on display.

Shut up, Todd. I am Todd Hewitt. I am Todd Hewitt. I am…

His thoughts were interrupted by a rustle of shrubs nearby. At the sight of the round, shell-looking creatures you elicit a frightened squeal.

Crawlers. Y/N’s scared. She’s scared. Be a man. Protect her.

He draws the small knife from his jeans and turns, eyeing the insects and laying his target on one of the slower crawlers. In an instant, the knife once in his hand acted as a projectile, and the crawler’s demise as it punctured the insect’s body, sticking it to the trunk of the oak tree only feet away.

Gotcha. Love that knife.

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I got an ask we know Riley gets kidnapped by Anton but what if Anton was in love with her and he didn’t wanna kill her but makes her his. What if Olivia killed Claudus for shooting drake.

I love the way you think, Nonny! I actually would have eaten this up with a spoon if that had happened in canon. To be honest, I really liked Justin in book 2. If he had been a new love interest, I would have done a play through just to see what happens if Riley chose him 🤦🏻 Of course then we find out he is behind all the bombings and such so...oops, LOL. When I first saw your request, I made an aesthetic with just Justin/Anton and Riley in mind. I completely forgot to add a definite OTP of mine, Drake and Olivia, to it. Smh. The story though will definitely include them along with Riley and Justin. I am so tempted to turn this into a series 🙊

@gkittylove99 @krsnlove @kingliam2019 @texaskitten30 @yourmajesty09 @mom2000aggie @ofpixelsandscribbles @twinkleallnight @lodberg @amandablink @neotericthemis @mm2305 @sfb123 @iufilms

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True Intentions

It had happened when he had not been paying attention. It shouldn't have happened at all. He had one goal. One mission. Nothing had ever come to mean more to him than that. Nothing. No one.

Until Riley.

He knew he shouldn't have spent so much time with her. He shouldn't have helped Maxwell in picking the right dresses for her. He shouldn't have stuck around to see her come out of dressing rooms, an excited smile upon her face, as she twirled around for them to give their opinions.

It had taken all his will power to keep from telling her what he truly thought. Riley's beauty was simply stunning, not because of her outer loveliness, but more that he saw her inner beauty shining through each trial she faced. Her strength amazed him. Her wit brought a smile to his face. Her kindness touched his heart.

It made him begin to long for things he shouldn't. They shouldn't be a part of any dream or plan he had.

And yet...she was beginning to crop up in his thoughts. In his dreams.

In his plans.

He winced as he tried to get comfortable.

His plans hadn't exactly gone as he had hoped. In fact, he should have talked to his men and explained that Riley was not to be a target.

Thank God for Drake. If he hadn't jumped in front of her, she would have been taken from me.

His lips twisted in another painful grimace.

"Are you in pain?"

Justin looked up and tried to smile. "Just a little."

His nurse shook her head. "I told you to buzz before it got too bad." She gently checked his wound.

"I don't want to be a bother." He mumbled.

"You aren't." She patted his hand. "You aren't any trouble at all." Her nose wrinkled. "We had a few nobles cause unnecessary problems when the attack happened."

"Really?"

She rolled her eyes. "Some were knocked down during the chaos and demanded they be admitted."

He chuckled softly. "Sounds like something they would do."

"It's a shame that good people like you were seriously hurt while those spoiled nobles try and take all the attention." She readjusted his covers after administering some more pain medication in his IV. "I don't know why King Liam is so hellbent on bringing them back to court."

"What do you mean?" Justin tried to fight the effects of the pain medicine. "What's he doing?"

"He and Lady Riley are going on some type of tour to some of the major houses to personally invite them to their wedding."

His brow furrowed.

A unity tour. That would work on these small minded individuals. It was a smart move. The public were already Team Riam. Once the royal couple convinced the most powerful houses to come to their wedding, all the other minor lords and ladies would follow suit.

"Well played, Liam." Justin's eyes drooped closed. "Well played."

**************

He couldn't believe that they not only convinced Madeleine's entire family, but also somehow got all of Portavira on their side.

"What's the plan?" Claudius asked.

"We need something big to remind everyone that we aren't a one trick pony." Justin told him.

He looked out the window. Leaves were beginning to change with the first hints of autumn in the air.

A hint of a smile appeared as a plan began to form.

"It would be a shame if Cordonia's apple orchard had a bad year, wouldn't it?" He eyed his second in command.

Claudius chuckled. "It really would."

******************

Justin watched as every channel showed the devastation of the orchard near Applewood. He couldn't help but smile over Riley making the people love her even more for her righteous anger. Her promises to bring those responsible to justice along with making the orchard bigger than before made him nearly burst with pride.

She had grown into her role more so than he had ever imagined. Gone was the timid young waitress from New York who uttered no comment when reporters surrounded her. She was a confident woman now who could think on her feet.

Justin thought she was more attractive than the first time he had seen her floundering in front of the cameras, in desperate need of a hero. It hadn't been a bother to rush to her side then and put his arm around her. Her wide eyes had lifted to his and he had nearly melted from her beauty.

He still couldn't believe that she forgave Liam for choosing another over her. Granted Madeleine impressed him with how she could manipulate reporters into spinning a story to her advantage, but Riley was so many things that the cold countess was not. She deserved better than what she got.

And he planned on giving it to her.

*****************

A week after the orchard burning, he turned to see the one rarely far from his thoughts.

"Justin!" Riley rushed over to engulf him in a hug.

"How's my favorite media darling?" He asked.

She leaned back and gave him that smile that was brighter than flash bulbs. "Much better now that I know you're recovering." She playfully glanced about before whispering, "Save me from Madeleine!"

He laughed as he hugged her once more. "I don't know. I've seen her work and can't find fault with it."

Riley pouted. She linked her arm with his as they walked down the hospital hallway. "I prefer your guidance to hers." Her nose wrinkled. "It's weird being told how to act by Liam's former fiancée. I know there wasn't anything between them, but still."

Justin patted her hand. "Tell you what. If Madeleine is unable to do her job or you decide to fire her, then I will gladly step back into my old position." He dug around in his pocket for the earpiece she had used during Liam's engagement tour.

Her smile reappeared. "Old faithful."

"I'm always Just-in-time." He teased.

*****************

It had been too close. He hadn't expected Riley to go anywhere near Constantine. And there she was, by Liam's side, graciously accepting some necklace from the old man who had destroyed her initial happily ever after.

His heart had nearly stopped as he watched rubble fall around them. Riley had frozen in fear over Liam's safety. It was a nightmare come to life as pieces of the wall and ceiling began to collapse.

At least one good thing had come from this: one king was dead.

It sadly wasn't the king he needed to die.

Justin began to plan how he would comfort Riley once Liam was gone. He wouldn't have to tell her it was he, himself, who orchestrated his death. But he would make certain to enjoy the benefits of it.

His eyes narrowed over another slight problem he had.

He was going to have to kill his own wife too.

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Lythikos...

It had been almost too easy. Madeleine was already in need of a distraction after hearing Liam gush over how excited he was to marry Riley in a few weeks. Once she requested a fruity cocktail, he knew then that the poison could go undetected taste wise.

The bartender left to go replenish the champagne. Madeleine's irritation over having to wait on a refill was drawing attention.

"Here." He grinned at her. "Allow me to make you another."

Her eyes widened. "Aren't you that press secretary that helped Riley?"

"I am." He began to mix a strong cocktail for her while adding the poison, all right under her nose. "And I must say you are the best I've ever seen."

Madeleine's irritation disappeared over the compliment. "I am, aren't I?"

"Riley's lucky to have someone so knowledgeable in ways of both the court and public like you." He added.

"Yes, she is." Madeleine muttered. "I'll do anything for my country, even if it is a thankless job."

"You should be recognized for your sacrifice." Justin handed her the deadly drink.

"Yes, I should." She took a gulp.

"How is it?" He asked.

"It's the only good thing here." A tipsy grin appeared on her face when she saw Riley. She grasped Justin's hand and pulled him in her wake. "Let's go say, hi."

"Boooooo!" Madeleine giggled when Riley turned around. "It's the ghosts of press secretary past and present."

"The what now?" Riley lips trembled with suppressed laughter as she looked up at Justin for clarification.

"I'm the ghost of press secretary past." He winked at her.

"OoooOooo!" Madeleine swayed where she stood.

"Whoa, there." Riley tried to steady her. "You okay?"

"She's had a little too much." Justin mimed drinking.

"It's a party!" Madeleine slurred. "It's in the worst place ever but it's a party and I'm going to...going to..."

"Enjoy it?" Riley offered.

"Extractly!" Madeleine's brow wrinkled over that not being the right word. "Expactly?"

"Exactly." Justin corrected.

"That."

The crowd quieted around them when Olivia took the stage to offer a final toast of the evening to Liam and Riley's wedding.

"Woo!" Madeleine cheered.

Riley and Justin tried to shush her.

Her giddy smile fell as her rosy cheeks drained of color. "Somefing's not..."

"Madeleine?" Riley lost her grip on her when she swayed violently to the right. "What's--"

Madeleine hit a table, causing the plates to clatter and the vase of blood red roses to fall over.

"I hate this place." She collapsed on the floor.

"Madeleine!" Riley dropped to her knees and tried to bring her to. "Liam! Mara! Come quick!"

Justin stepped back as the two came to see what was wrong. He watched as Olivia made her way through the crowd to find out what the all the fuss was about.

"What's wrong with her?" Riley asked.

"She's been poisoned." Mara whispered.

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Justin loved seeing the delighted surprise once more on Riley's face when he said he would take over Madeleine's duties for the rest of the tour. It would have been a perfect moment if Liam had not been standing there. He was ashamed to think of his nearly giving himself away when he panicked at the sight of Olivia walking in behind him.

He wished Lucretia would quit trying to push Olivia into going into the family vault. She had a sick sense of humor in wanting her niece to discover she was already married. For some reason, she did not approve of the way her niece depended on her friends for support.

Justin knew the power friends could have. Had he not been trained by his own parents' friends, he wouldn't be the worthy man next in line to the throne. His comradery with his own men inspired their loyalty and willingness to die to make him king.

He needed to distance himself from Lucretia the moment they got out of Lythikos.

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She was supposed to come alone! Why did she bring Riley? I can't kill her. I need her. I deserve to have a choice in the one I want ruling by my side. The people already adore her, much more so than they admire Olivia. I was supposed to become free of this marriage. Once she and Liam are dead, I'll be able to be king and have--

"Justin?" Riley's eyes were clouded with confusion as she looked first at a picture of him dressed in a royal uniform. "What is this?"

"I'm sorry, Riley." His voice cracked on her name.

Justin reached in his pocket and pulled out a revolver.

Lucretia cackled with glee as she told her niece the truth about her marriage.

Justin stood there silently as the woman he loved shook her head in denial.

She's so incredibly sweet to doubt a friend could be the bad guy. I hate that I can't pull her away from all this and simply explain why I should be the ruler of Cordonia. I deserve it. I worked for it. My entire life was made for me to take the crown. She would be able to understand that. Look how far she's come in her own life. Who could imagine a waitress from some dive bar in America would come to be the next queen of a small European nation?

"Do it already!" Lucretia hissed. "Shoot her!"

He couldn't do it. Even as he held the gun steady, pointed directly at the woman he loved's heart, he couldn't shoot Riley.

"Get away from her!" Liam ordered.

Justin spun around to see the king and guards filling up the narrow passageway.

"I thought you said this was secure." Justin snapped at Lucretia.

"It was." She held her hands up in surrender.

Justin watched as she stepped forward, pretending to stumble.

His eyes widened as once again his love was trapped within a collapsing room.

He managed to see her safely end up in Liam's arms before escaping through a hidden passage.

He left Lucretia to the guards. She had served her purpose and was sadly of no use to him any longer. Now he could plan what he truly wanted to happen.

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Liam and Riley's wedding day...

"I don't care who you kill. Olivia and Riley are to be taken alive." Justin told the small team of men he was sending in. "If you have to wound them to get them here, make certain Riley's is non life threatening.

He ignored the questioning look Claudius sent his way.

"Bring them both to our stronghold." His eyes narrowed. "Do not fail me."

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Later that night...

"Good work." Justin straightened his jacket. He wanted to look his best when he saw Riley again.

Claudius smirked at him. "Just think of all the men we would still have if you had let me go alone."

Justin chuckled. "True, but at least we are free of our weakest links." He smoothed his hair back. "Now take me to our guests."

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"I know the real Justin is somewhere in there." Riley leaned as far forward as her bindings allowed. "You helped me gain the love of the people. You know that if you kill me, the people will not readily accept you as king."

He couldn't help but smile. "I know and that is why I don't intend to hurt you."

"Then why kidnap us?" Olivia demanded.

He turned toward her. "If I'm to be king, then I have to take the necessary steps to claim the throne." He motioned for Claudius to come in.

"You're the one who shot Drake!" Olivia shouted, struggling against the ropes biting into her tender skin. "You'll regret that."

"And you tried to kill me!" Riley added, narrowing her eyes.

"That was a mistake." Justin quickly said. "You were never to be harmed."

"Then why all the attempts?" She asked. "Why do you persist in--"

"You weren't supposed to be here, Riley." He knelt down in front of her. "You should have stayed in New York until the time was right"

Her eyebrows drew together. "What are you talking about.

Justin asked Claudius to remain with Olivia while he took Riley somewhere private.

"If you think for one second that I will remain with this man while you take her away go do only God knows what," Olivia's chair creaked at her straining to break free, "then you don't know what a Nevarkis is truly made of!"

Justine rolled his eyes over her rant as he untied Riley from her chair. He kept her ankles and wrists bound together. He swept her into his arms and carried her out.

Olivia's shouts were silenced by the sound of a hard slap.

Riley struggled in Justin's arms. "What did he do to her? OLIVIA?!" Tears streamed down her cheeks. "Justin, please don't--"

"Nothing's happened to her." He took her into a surprisingly clean, yet drab, sitting room.

Riley was dropped on a chaise lounge. She eyed the door then Justin.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He repeated. He gently cupped her cheek, fingers brushing along her jaw line. "I love you too much to ever harm you."

Riley stilled. She looked up at him. "You what?"

He knelt before her. "I'm in love with you. It didn't hit me until you told me you had accepted Liam's proposal on the train. I didn't plan it, but I refuse to hide my feelings any longer." He smiled at her. "You've proven yourself as the rightful Queen of Cordonia. Once Liam and Olivia are dead, you and I can rule this country as we see fit. We'll--"

Riley shook her head. "Justin," she believed he was deranged and knew she had to handle this carefully, "I'm flattered. Really I am. I mean, we both know I would never have gotten this far without you."

His smile grew at her realizing she owed him for her meteoric rise within the court.

"But if you kill Liam and Olivia, the people will not feel any love or loyalty for you." She tilted her head as she studied him. "Surely you see the problem with this plan."

"People respect power." He explained. "They respect someone who fights for what is rightfully his. Since my birth, I have been meant for something greater. My parents, Olivia's family, even my soldiers realized that I alone am worthy to rule over this country." He focused once more upon her. "And I've seen that you are the one to do so by my side."

Riley shook her head. "Justin, I am honored," her voice cracked on that lie, "to have your love but I can't accept it." Her eyes filled with tears. "I'm in love with Liam."

"Riley, he didn't choose you." Justin argued. "He left you on your own to fight against nobles, the press, even his own father. You deserve so much more than being an afterthought."

Tears slipped down her cheeks once more. "That wasn't what he did. He was trying to protect me. And I--"

He leaned down and kissed her.

She froze at the touch, refusing to participate.

"Once Liam's gone, you will see the truth." Justin promised.

"I won't." Her eyes narrowed. "As long as I live, I'll hate you with everything within me for taking him from me."

"You don't have it in you." He shook his head in amusement. "You've forgiven everyone. Olivia, Penelope, Madeleine, even Constantine. You never hold a grudge."

"You'll be my first." Riley vowed. "Liam is the love of my life. If you ruin my chance to finally be with him, I will never forgive you. As long as there is breath in my body, I will find a way to destroy you."

"You are amazing." He murmured, knowing she was speaking from her heart. He couldn't wait for that devotion to be for himself.

"Anton?"

The two turned to see Claudius in the doorway. "Liam should be here any moment."

Justin nodded and told him he would meet him and the rest of the men downstairs.

He lifted Riley in his arms and placed her back in the cell with Olivia.

His wife had the bruised imprint of Claudius's hand on her alabaster cheek. Blood had dried on her bottom lip. No tears had fallen from the force of the hit. Her left eye was bloodshot as she glared up at him.

"Liv?" Riley choked out. "Are you--"

"I'm fine." Her harsh answer echoed in the chamber. "It will take more than some two bit thug to hurt me." Her eyes did a quick scan to make certain Riley wasn't hurt.

"If you will excuse me, I have to go prepare for Liam's last night on earth." He retied Riley to her chair.

She threw her head back with all her might to connect with his face.

His glasses broke from the force of her strike. Blood poured out his nose as he stumbled away from her.

"Don't ever," his voice dropped to a hiss, "do that again, my love." He gripped her chin and jerked her face up toward his. "You will learn how to behave soon enough."

He slammed the cell door and left them alone.

"Did he hurt you?" Olivia whispered.

"No." Riley bit her bottom lip. "Not yet."

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"Where is my wife?" Liam demanded.

Justin couldn't help but be impressed. The young king was standing before him, completely outnumbered, yet didn't show the slightest flicker of fear.

He asked the one question that he himself would have asked if Riley was taken from him.

"She is well." Justin replied. "Which is something I can't promise about your own well being."

"I want to see her." Liam bit out. "Now!"

Justin's chuckle was interrupted by a hastily whispered message from Claudius. His head jerked around to search the dim hallway as if doing so would reveal the missing prisoners.

How had they escaped?

"You don't get to make demands here." He snapped at Liam.

"Let Riley and Olivia go." Liam ordered. "And I will take their place." His eyes narrowed. "I know it is a temporary one."

Justin couldn't help but smile. The man was indeed brave to trade his life for Riley and Olivia's.

"No!" Riley screamed out from the stairs.

Chaos broke out as she led the charge to attack the Sons of the Earth. Justin watched as she ran over to protect Liam's back.

The couple were doing their utmost to protect the other from harm.

Their friends were taking his well trained soldiers out one by one. It was embarrassing to see how pitiful his men fought.

Olivia moved into his line of sight. Fury blazed across her delicate features.

"I'm impressed." He told her, unsheathing his sword. "I should have searched you myself."

"Trust me." Olivia circled him. "It will be the last mistake you'll ever make!"

She lunged at him. He easily parried her attack. "I think you've forgotten that it was your parents who gave me the same training you had."

"I think you talk too much!" She twirled about, bringing her daggers up to stop his sword from meeting her shoulder. He grunted from her heel piercing his leg as she pushed off to break his hold.

They continued to try and deliver punishing blows to the other. She was desperate to kill the man who was after her friends and country. He was anxious to be free of their marriage.

He noticed from the corner of his eye Claudius and Drake fighting. His second in command stunned the commoner with an uppercut to his jaw, causing Drake to stumble back into a wall.

Olivia heard the scuffle and followed Justin's line of sight. Her face paled at Claudius moving towards Drake to end him once and for all.

With a flick of her wrists she not only slashed Justin but threw her other dagger at Claudius. It struck true along the side of his neck, cutting into his jugular. He let out a garbled scream as he fell to the floor.

Justin hissed at the deep gash she had made along his ribcage.

Seeing that it was a lost battle, he hopped the banister and began to rush upstairs. He would have to go into hiding once more before orchestrating another attack.

"This ends now!" Riley yelled out at him.

He spun around to see both her and Liam rushing toward him. He raised his sword, determined to put an end to the man who stood between him and the throne. He hesitated when Riley jumped in front of her husband.

"You're not taking him from me!" She raised her battle ax. "Every time you try, I will stop you."

Does Liam know how lucky he is? She waited on him to choose her. Twice! And now she stands here, ready to defend him to the death. How could any man not fall in love with Riley?

His refusal to fight her was his downfall. He was pushed over the banister by the royal couple. While his breath was knocked out, Maxwell and Hana bound his hands together behind his back.

He looked about at his fallen and captured comrades. His attention was drawn toward Olivia and Drake. The pair were covered in blood and bruises, yet they were leaning against each other. Drake had his arm around her while softly speaking. Whatever was said caused Olivia to press even closer to his side. Her arms slipped around his waist. Her eyes were closed tight as she allowed him to hold her.

Justin had suspected something more between the pair. It looked like his coup for the throne had accomplished something for them.

Bastien and the rest of the King's Guards rushed in. After talking to the king and new queen, he collected Justin and hauled him outside.

On the way, Justin met Riley's eyes.

There were so many things he wanted to explain to her. He believed she would have been on board with his plans for the kingdom. Once he had killed Liam and Olivia, he would be the benevolent king the country needed. Gone would be the purpose for pompous nobles. He would have established a council of Cordonia's citizens from all walks of life to advise him. People would be rewarded and honored for their service instead of simply being born to the right parents.

And she would have been his queen, guiding and protecting all she deemed worthy.

"Riley, I..."

"You will never ever hurt those I love again." She hissed.

"Take him away." Liam ordered, keeping his arms locked around his wife. "He will be dealt with in the morning."

Justin knew then that it was pointless to try and explain. She would never give him a chance after all that had occurred.

For the first time in his life, he realized that his intentions didn't matter to the one he loved most.

#the royal romance #trr #choices #trr liam #liam x riley #drake x olivia #justin x riley #choices the royal romance

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odetojeons · 3 years

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Hello! If this isn't a bother, what do you think Joshua's biggest kinks are? You did It with Jeonghan and Wonwoo, so I was just curious! Thank you :)

Nooo, it’s never a bother, don’t worry!! It’s the purpose of this account after all hehe

Role Play — Okay, I don’t know if you’re gonna agree with me on this but Joshua’s so into role play. He wouldn’t be too much into the heavy ones though, would like you to wear pretty clothes for him as he wears a suit (why a suit I have no idea, but I can imagine him sitting on the edge of the bed while dressed in a suit, manspreading as he waits for you to crawl over at him and kneel between his legs, big and veiny hands caressing your cheek before he pulls you closer to mouth at his clothed cock).

Over Knee Stockings — Damn it, I just think Joshua gets so turned on with pretty clothes. He would love when his partner uses stockings for him, and if you put a garther too... Oh, he would go absolutely insane. He would pull on the strap and let it snap back on your skin as you sit on his lap, and to be honest he would admire you so much wearing this kind of stuff for him.

Lace Kink — I SWEAR THIS IS THE LAST CLOTHING KINK,, I think. Just. You wearing lace. Not much of a explanation other than Joshua loving to see the soft fabric on you. Lace underwear or lace bra, if his partner has boobs or likes to wear bras; any type of lace, really. Especially if it’s a lace choker. Something about your neck looking delicious and extremely inviting with it.

Body Worship — Oooh, Joshua is such a body worshiper. My heart clenches just thinking about it. He would lay you down on the bed, completely naked, and just stay there looking at every centimeter of your skin like it’s his new favorite thing. Would trail his fingers from the tip of your toes, passing through your calfs, knees, thighs, even teasingly brush against your private parts before he goes to the belly button, circles his finger around it to watch your lower stomach clench, and then pinch your nipples suddenly, all in the while he praises you gently. Which brings to the next kink:

Praise Kink — Joshua is all about praising you. Every few seconds he would tell you how beautiful you are, how you look so pretty on the clothes you’re wearing, so stunning falling apart just for him. He’s very gentle with words (emphasizes on words, Joshua is only gentle when he speaks, but his actions says otherwise, whether it’s when he manhandles you around when you’re having sex or fucks you so hard you think the bed might break).

Face Sitting — Haha. I think I might start crying from unholy places very soon. Um. I just think he would love when you ride his face, and it’s actually one of his major kinks. Whether it’s for rimming or cunnilingus, Joshua would want you to sit on his tongue and move those beautiful hips of yours until you’re a moaning mess and coming all over him. He’s all about giving you pleasure instead of pleasuring himself, because every time he sees you feeling good it’s like he’s getting a personal stroke to his cock.

Spanking — His HANDS. They are the reason. Joshua has such big hands, would love to watch them all over you, especially if it meant to have a red mark adorning your pretty ass. He wouldn’t do it for the sadistic part though, but wether to see the flesh jiggle when he slaps it hard, or your needy little whine after it. He would actually feel pleasure to see the print he just left on you.

Choking — His HANDS part 2. Just. Yes. His hands on your neck. I don’t think Joshua would do to the point of cutting your airflow, but rather squeezing at the sides to leave you light headed and possibly make you cry from it. I mostly think he’s a soft dom, but there’s this evil part of him that wants to see tears of pleasure on your face, although I don’t think it’s big enough that I add dacryphilia on this list.

Cock Warming — Oh shit Joshua and cock warning skyrocketing on my list of otps,, in general, his partner on top of him as he tells them what to do is such a turn on for him. Now you sitting on his cock, all pretty and quiet for him, isn’t different. Joshua would even put a movie just so you could cock warming him as he watches it, because he wants to feel the heat of your body close to his in a moment of calmness in which the both of you become one. Does that make sense?

Overstimulation — Joshua wants to pleasure you as many times as you want, so I don’t think he would be much of a edger (since it’s mostly for teasing and punishment purposes). He just wants you to feel so good you don’t know what to do with yourself anymore, be a crying and moaning mess and writhing all over the bed.

Pet Names — Well, not really a kink but I just think Joshua would be so into cute pet names. Such as sweetheart, darling, baby, my love, princess, prince, pup, sunshine, any of that kind. Especially the first two. He just exhales the sweetheart energy, calling you softly by it like he’s not fucking your soul out of your body.

Shibari — Oh yes. YES. I have even written a short imagine about this already (you can search for it on my pinned, if you want) and I think it’s such a Joshua thing. Not all types of bondage, but shibari especially, because he thinks the rope patterns are beautiful and interesting, even more so if they are sitting across your skin. There’s this deep part of him that gives a feral satisfaction on watching you try to squirm away, only able to take what he gives you, but you didn’t hear it from me.

Love Making — Not precisely a kink again, but I felt the need to put this here. I think no matter how kinky things get with him, everything will be done with so much love you sometimes might even feel (positively) overwhelmed. Joshua would tell you how much he loves you all the way through, make sure you’re okay and take care of you, and something tells me his aftercare is so damn loving. As always a gentleman.

The end!! I hope you liked this one too, I really love the concept of soft dom Joshua when it comes to sex JKWSKSK

#seventeen x reader #seventeen imagine #seventeen smut #svt smut #svt imagines #joshua imagine #joshua x reader #joshua smut #hong jisoo smut

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voidstilesplease · 2 years

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getting to know you, me

rules: tag a few people you want to know better; make a new post, don't reblog!

tagged by @jimmy12427 :) thank you! i remember snorting throughout your post lmao

favorite color: gray

currently reading: as much as i'd love to be a smartass like jimmy and say 'my computer screen' (cackle), i'm actually gonna list them down. there's not a lot since i have virtually zero energy outside of work when it's not the weekend. there's the comics by greg rucka and leandro fernandez: The Old Guard: Tales Through Time. then there's a yusuf/nicolo fic on ao3 (and oh my lord, that fic, oh my lord). and my good friend @sunel0's steo fic -that is now completed on ao3, yay!- Something Dark Is Waiting in the Woods. (so proud, sonya, so proud!)

last song: Grace Kelly by Mika

last movie: Spider-Man: No Way Home (finally!)

last series: Trust: The Getty Family Saga (FX) - and oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god. this is to blame for my falling in love with another ruthless criminal. there is no way luca's ass in those tight pants wasn't a deliberate trap for horny bitches. there is just no way-

sweet, spicy, or savory: savory 😏

coffee or tea: coffee

three ships: steo, kaysanova, thomally - my favorites atm! (it's ridiculous how guilty i'm feeling for the otps i didn't mention asgdgdjs. the "atm" has to be emphasized or i'd choke)

first ship: sasusaku

currently working on: i wish i actually were, but none as of yet (regarding the WIPs). maybe planning on a post + aesthetic for steo, and that's about it.

favorite piece of clothing: tank tops

comfort food: salted peanuts

favorite time of year: christmas!

fave fanfic: yeah no. this is impossible to pinpoint, i'm not even gonna try. if someone can actually do this, good for y'all.

tagging: if you want to @theheightofdishonor, @cescalr, @its-tea-time-darling, @exlibrisfangirl, @blue-eyedbeta, @iwritesinsnotstraightlines, and anyone interested, ofc :)

#tag games #sorry i tend to say a lot on these games lmao

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bookishjules · 2 years

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Sizzy, Sophideon, ghostwriter, Kierarktina :)

(re: this post)

SIZZY

SHIP IT!?? LITERALLY MY OTP <3333

1. What made you ship it? Same as with malec, it was because my bff was trying to convince me to keep reading the series after city of bones. Or at least, that warmed me up to them. City of Glass was definitely when I started shipping them fr fr and like how could i not?? Simon rushing after her when they're being attacked at the institute and then waking up with her at his bedside? Isabelle's note with the xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo?? The way Simon was the only one who could get through to her after max died??? I cry

2. What are your favorite things about the ship? EVERYTHING?? They compliment each other so perfectly, help each other grow and honestly just enjoy life together. They know how to be there for one another, and they never give up on each other. Also star wars?? And Isabelle in the cohf epilogue??? I could go on forever

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have about this ship? I don't think so.. but hey, if loving sizzy is wrong, I don't want to be right, so I really don't care lol

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SOPHIDEON

Ship it :) my darlings

1. What made you ship it? *shrugs* the books? ya girl is rereading tid rn and I haven't gotten to Gideon yet.. so I can't remember what specific part I would have started shipping them in.

2. What are your favorite things about the ship? Same with above! I need to finish rereading the series to get better answers. but I will say that they just feel like they FIT, you know? physically, emotionally. the way that he respects her and listens to her, which means so much to Sophie, considering her trauma. the way that Gideon's story is about becoming softer and more vulnerable, while Sophie's is about becoming stronger (literally, re: ascension lol) and more vulnerable

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have about this ship? I don't really have many opinions on it, so I don't think so!

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GHOSTWRITER

SHIP ITTT! If the fact that I'm literally writing a fic about them rn tells you anything, I mean... lol

1. What made you ship it? literally the flashback of Jesse helping Lucie in the woods lmao I KNOW that that would have been wrong, but also I had a feeling where it was going, and that she would eventually be the same age as him. He's just such a sweetheart. (though I think it took me toward the end of chog tbh bc I had to work to give up the hold I had on the Matthew/Lucie ship that had solidified in my heart years before)

2. What are your favorite things about the ship? I think a big one for ghostwriter is just how much they are able to be themselves with each other, they trust each other, and they actually like communicate??? wow. Looking at their relationship as a plot device, each one needs the other in order to grow and discover themselves to their fullest potential, which I think it just so special and makes their relationship really unique

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have about this ship? Only if wanting them to be happy and not face the consequences of their quasi-necromantic actions is an unpopular opinion.....

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KIERARKTINA

........ (I want you to know that the following makes me upset as well)

1. Why don’t you ship it? Kieran. It's mostly Kieran. I could never get over what he did to Mark. Also he felt like something that Mark was clinging to, something to give him light in the darkness, but also a reminder of Faerie, something holding him there, which I get that he needs as being 1/2 Faerie, but I feel like he needed something new. Also, do not... really fully see the chemistry between Kieran and Christina, or really why she fell for him, I guess? Maybe I was just blinded by my dislike for Kieran at the time that their relationship was developing. Basically, I just really think that Christina and Mark are beautiful and wonderful in all ways, but Kieran and Christina always confused me, and I feel like both Kieran and Mark deserved to grow beyond the codependent relationship they formed as part of the Wild Hunt.

2. What would have made you like it? ... no Kieran?

3. Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it? Yes!! I love them all as characters, and I think their content is cute, as well as socially important. I appreciate that they can be there for each other as a support system. I'm gonna reread tda this year, so we'll see if that shifts my view of Kieran and their relationship as a whole. I do really wish I could ship them fully, because they are such a favorite in the fandom

Okay this took me way too long to finish, partly because I was busy and partly because I was scared to share my controversial opinion... lol but that's what this ask game is for, right?? Thank you for playing along and sending so many!! I loved this<33

(also, I know the yellow text is BRUTAL, but I managed to give each ship its own color between the two asks! and yellow just fit them, considering the choi cover ;)--if you need it to be changed for better reading though, let me know!))

#again #sorry if i slandered anyone's favorite ship..#ask game #asks #mutuals #tsc #sizzy #ghostwriter #sophideon #kierarktina

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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 3 years

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Freak (One Shot)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Warnings: your writer being a dick about the otp

Word Count: this is the first time that I had to remind a therapist about a session. Usually it was me who would forget about sessions or even booking sessions. But that was also because I was scared. Now I know that in order to get better I need to make a few changes with my way of thinking. Bonus? I did not cry during this PMS cycle.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

"...in summary, you touch any of my playthings, you will have to deal with the consequences." Kruge wants to pierce those eyeballs out but he has to stop himself in case he is taken a prisoner for harming the new king of Jotunheim on the very first night. "Understood, your grace," Helbindi gives a little bow and waits for Loki to open the door to his chamber before he lets his fangs out in pure animosity for the God.

Loki makes sure to close the door behind him before he closes his eyes and rests his head on the silver frame with a thud. At least he won't have to keep up the facade of being composed all the time in this room. Did I make the right decision? His thoughts are running at a speed that would be considered normal for Pietro. This is the last place Aellae would invade. He inhales a lungful, his mind addressing a hint of lilac in the cold air. That is if she hadn't already done that. And all the fingers are pointing at Helbindi. I am sure Helbindi has something to d-wait...Lilac?

Those computing brows are suddenly furrowing in curiosity while those eyes open to dart around the room in question. At the other end of this immaculate and massive bedroom, you walk out from the direction of the bath, your wet hair a beautiful mess, your skin glowing in the faint light reflecting off the shining frost, your dark blue pyjama shorts showing off those legs that seemed to have toned a little, thanks to the workout this deadly trip has provided. Out of nowhere, winds are blowing into the bedroom from the balcony to bring Loki more of that lilac scent you are covered in right now. Those teasing soft punches of air are doing their best to tickle your exposed skin while teasing the God with a little bit of peek of some more. He does not realise it but Loki's eyes are stuck on you, his throat trying to gulp down whatever is frozen in there, just not ready to digest the poetry unfolding in front of him. Normally he would have scolded you for putting your used towel on that chair, but right now all his brain can comprehend is you raising your leg on his bed to apply some lotion on it. Your head turns in his direction and he is suddenly finding himself running into the sole vase on his right side. He is Loki- the God of mischief- so, of course, it does not take much time to bring that vibrating vase to a standstill. But he still keeps holding for another moment or two, for the fear that it might move again. Any third person witnessing this can tell it is not exactly the vase he is trying to still. "This painting is nice," he murmurs to himself while looking at a pictureless frame decorating the wall to his side, pointing to it and pretending to appreciate it. His hands, though, cannot seem to find a comfortable position. "You're back?" you ask him, still working on your leg. "Hmm?" He pretends to notice you for the first time, still not ready to lock his eyes with you, instead, playing with his fingers. "Oh, yes. Just...had to give a couple of instruction to the...uhh...boys." "I don't like that Helbindi guy-" you screw your nose and Loki seems to lose a couple of ounces of air- "he gives off bad vibes." "Yeah, yeah he does," he agrees with you, walking slowly and calculatingly towards the bedroom part of the room. Your leg switches. "I'm glad that you have the majority though. That too considering you have been away for a looooong time." You raise your head and he busies himself in the ferns kept at the entrance of the bed-chamber before asking himself what his idiotic ass was trying to do. Finally finding the strength, he looks back up at you and nods with a smile. Walk to the other side of the bed, he is practically giving the basic instructions to his brain now. She isn't going out like this, is she? That one part of his brain clad in some dark crevices questions him. That one simple thought seems to raise multiple silent alarms in his body. "So-" he tries to point at you and the door but fails and instead takes his finger to scratch an itch at the back of his neck- "you're going to sleep in now?" That glowy leg worth months of hair growth suddenly drops on the floor. And so does your face. Loki cannot make out what you're thinking because he is busy waiting for your answer. "You want me to sleep somewhere else?" It's just a softly put question. But your eyes seem to glimmer in sadness as if he just betrayed you some way. "What?" he is more surprised by the fact that you did not think of it as a possibility. Why would she sleep somewhere else? We've been doing it the whole trip! Well, the whole trip did not have rooms like this one, balconies like this one and certainly not a view like this one. Loki breathes, opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out for a good few seconds. He is still trying to make his mind look away from all the stray water droplets falling from your hair inside your clothes. "No-" he blinks, bringing his eyes back to yours, licking his lips, he is soft in his speech- "um, you stay here." Loki, you are a God. With the sudden reminder, he clears his throat, straightens his back and brings back that dominating energy in the room. "You stay here," he orders this time. Your quick smile is already melting that robust core of his. And that quick jump on his bed catalysis the effect. "Cool!" You sit there with your legs folded under you, thighs spread, and that shirt not covering as much as it is supposed to. "Woah!" you snapped him out of his trance as you took a little jump on the bed. The sudden glow in your eyes was sending a tingling sensation down his spine. "Oh," you exclaimed, going up and down on your thighs, "we finally have a hard mattress! God, I'm old!" Loki just stood there, watching you arch your back as you went up and down, testing the bed, and at the same time testing his fortitude. Why-why is she not wearing a bra? Loki smacks his inner self. That's what concerns you right now? "Stop that," he growls. One final jump and you are falling on your back with a long sigh. That tingle seems to have subsided but as it is going back, Loki's gaze cannot seem to come off your body- you lying with your limbs spread out as you groan out loud to remove that fatigue from your lungs. That double chin of yours is quite evident when you raise your head just a little to look for the quilt and bring it closer to you with your feet. Who does she think she is? A part of Loki asks. Beautiful, his inner voice answers without a pause, all dreamy eyes for you and your double chin. "By the Norns, you have to stop," the God growled again, making you pause your leg mid-air with the quilt in between your toes. You drop that quilt just like that and turn to rest your head on your palm. "Stop and...?" that low hoarse tone of your mixed with a wicked glow in your eyes lights up a section inside the God he should not be thinking about. Especially when it has the power to take over his brain. The next time he opens his eyes, you can witness a change in that usually brooding boy to something more...feral? Those bloody eyes of the only Jotun you know are sending you mixed reverberations. By the time you are trying to figure out what it is behind those eyes, Loki's leg is already on the bed and his body over you within two strides. Your hips are locked in by his thighs and he is looking down at you with a simmering gaze. You are definitely questioning all your freaky actions tonight. But I thought I would tease him a little! You know, to get his mind off serious stuff going outside that door!! And here you are, lying under Loki, your hands clasped close to your chest while your eyes are trying to figure out his next move, all the while unconsciously biting your lower lip. Not gonna lie, this blue version of him kinda looks sex- Loki's hands go down, right between his legs. You are about to catch your breath and cross your legs when his hands yank out the quilt from between the two of you to lay it over you. Your lips are still apart, mouth gaping, breaths at a pause while Loki flattens the fabric out over you till your neck before tucking it on your either side to the point that you cannot escape it even if you wanted to. Your brows furrow in disappointed confusion. Your hands are making that universal gesture of 'what the fuck???' under that damned sheet whereas Loki is proudly looking at his work. "That should keep you warm." “Dude!” Is all you can let out from your lungs before letting your body struggle to get out of this cosy prison. Loki gets up and away from the bed to undo his coat, looking away from you and smiling at this little achievement. “Don’t waste your breath, darling. I learned it from my mother. You cannot get out of that hold unless you have calmed down enough to-“ His words disappear when he turns back to witness you already deep in sleep; your lips parted, your head practically drowning in the pillow, and little snores already forming in your nostrils. “How exhausted were you to sleep within seconds?” He whispers, never taking his eyes off. I need to teach her not to sleep with her guard down in suspicious places.

The coat lay on the floor along with the familiar pants and shirt. Loki sits on the bed in a nightgown, letting his back rest on the bed frame while his eyes gather some much needed light sleep. The night outside is still if not for the periodic interruptions of crows here and there. The chill of this frozen land comes as a blessing for this Jotun, who is no longer regulating his temperature as per the Midgardian ways. His Jotun form too is breathing fine, even feeling better than before. A true blessing in disguise. “Mmm…no…I don’t like it…” you mumble in your sleep, opening Loki’s eyes before he knows what’s happening. His hand automatically reaches out for you, coming to rest on your forehead before realising he cannot use magic to get rid of any bad dreams. So, instead, he softly pats your head. Your sleep laden crinkled brows seem to find some peace from those soothing pats, going back to dreamless sleep and loud snores. Loki cannot help but burst into a silent laugh at those snores. How can someone so small and comparatively frail snore worse than a giant?! That laugh that crinkles the edge of his eyes seems to be slowly melting into a smile; and not any ordinary smile at that. It is bringing a sweet realisation with it; a realisation about this human. Among seven billion humans, this one seems to have brought him the comfort he never even dared to feel. The past few days spent in this human's company were far lighter and chirpier than the most extravagant days spent as a child in Asgard. There was no anxiety, no restlessness. Whenever he was not able to collect his thoughts, looking at this human used to bring everything to a standstill. Knowing that he is not alone this time brought a certain peace to his soul; brought solutions faster and escape routes quicker than his enemies could calculate. Is this what it's like to have a friend? To have the want to protect them, fight them, tease them, make their life miserable but never let anyone else lay a finger on them? Is this what friendship means?? As if to answer his question, your snores break into a snort before you wiggle inside your duvet to crawl closer to him in your sleep. Your hand stretches out from under the warm cover, take an elongated sigh till it touches Loki's arm and wraps those toasty fingers around his cold muscle. Loki has paused his existence for a second to make sense of this moment. She feels safe with you, a soothing voice inside him resonates in his core and he is watching you in a new light. Some moisture seems to gather at the edge of his eyes before he blinks it away and slides down to rest his head on the pillow right next to yours. He does not realise it but his arm is frozen in that place for you to hold on to it and there is a slight smile on his lips while his eyes are observing every single detail on your face. The God does not seem to notice a bubble being projected out of the bed to overtake the room with a warmth that is emanating from the celestial being himself. And most of all he does not seem to notice the voice hiding in the dark corner somewhere looking at you with heart eyes. I like this human. She can stay.

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