#what in comphet-loving hell is happening here
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one of my very least favorite "jokes" is people making fin of qin su for "not knowing her husband is gay" or the array of fics where he's zero eprcent interested in her from the jump. Like way to take out all the tragedy in service of biphobia
GODDDDDD, I saw that in the same set of post notes that set me off yesterday--"durr hurr, poor girl got tricked into marrying this gay guy." Like, HOW? The Jin clan are by far the wealthiest and most powerful sect, and the Qin clan is one of their bannermen, and QCY and JGS are buddies. If JGY were a mustache-twirling villain trying to boost his status with an advantageous marriage and/or a gay man desperate for a beard, he has better options than a clan of middling wealth and significance that is already under Lanling's sphere of influence.
And they both had to fight for this marriage to happen! "QS was tricked into marrying him" is wild to me, because IIRC it says RIGHT THERE that she took the initiative in this relationship! A relationship that neither her father nor his was super enthused about! JGY was out here bothering JGS for this! JGY, the guy who famously does atrocities if daddy says jump, worked with QS to make sure this marriage happened! After all, while QS has the most to lose if the pregnancy plan goes south, JGY's not totally off the hook either; JGS could've very well punished him to appease QCY. Why the hell would he go through ANY of that if he didn't love her?
Like... you could maybe make a case for him not being attracted to her in CQL, where it's implied that he didn't sleep with her until their wedding night and he hates every second of it a choice that haunts me every day because what the fuck what the FUCK. But even there, he states that he pushed for the marriage, and feared to call it off in part because he'd "spent so much effort, went through such lengths to ask Qin Cangye for permission to marry his daughter... I had finally satisfied both Qin Cangye and Jin Guangshan." So even here he'd worked for it! Potentially antagonizing two noblemen, one of whom is his father the Chief Cultivator, is not worth the potential material benefits here! Even here, the only explanation that makes sense is that he loves her!
Which, you know, he says himself that he does. He says that he loves her to Lan Xichen's face, even, so like... pretty weird lie for a gay guy to tell his boyfriend. And if JGY were lying about everything... wouldn't he think of something better? He could throw QS under the bus and say she forced him. He could say the marriage was his father's idea and JGS directly ordered him to marry her. Both of these options are more readily understandable (and paint him as truly without recourse) than "I felt trapped by the potential ramifications of defying social expectations."
Now, people can write what they want when it comes to fic; if you're writing a canon divergence fix-it, then yeah, an easy way to avoid the incest is to have him simply not into women at all. You can even make a compelling case for comphet that he doesn't recognize for what it is until it's too late if you try hard enough. But in terms of broader trends rather than individual fic, and given the fandom trends of erasing WWX's attraction to women across all canons, or ignoring WQ's whole situation with JC in CQL canon to make her a Mean Lesbian(TM)... are you sure there's not biphobia at play? Are you really sure?
#also 'haha QS doesn't know her husband is gay!' is mean to her#yes she is a fictional character and therefore can't be bullied but I'm still like LEAVE HER ALOOONE SHE'S DEALT WITH ENOUGH
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TRUTH OR DARE
PAIRING: ghostface!gwen stacy x fem!reader
SYNOPSIS: paranoia and the creeping feeling that someone is watching you have been happening ever since the start of the school year once you got together with your boyfriend, randy robertson. but when he gets murdered and queens starts an uproar over this secret ghost killer, you get a call at night from a stranger in the middle of the night, and they wanna play a game. truth or dare?
NOTES: scream au! violent descriptions (nothing too much just with the use of ghostface it’s expected), reader experiencing comphet, major jealousy and heavy flirting, stalking, obsessive!gwen, nothing too much. nickname “good girl” mentioned once but in a taunting way not no bdsm type way we don’t do that here. HEAVY MAKEOUT. enjoy??
the black cloak and white mask seemed to be everywhere, a constant presence that infiltrated every corner of your world.
it dominated the media— from news broadcasts to social media feeds, newspapers, and even the e!news tabloids. the images from those fateful nights were plastered in front of your eyes repeatedly, each time reopening the wounds and forcing you to relive the heart-wrenching moments.
it all began at a costume party hosted by the notorious playboy, harry osborn, in anticipation of halloween. autumn held a special place in your heart, particularly as it transitioned into the eerie and enchanting season of october. tim burton's movies, with their dark whimsy, were a particular favorite of yours. that's why you convinced your boyfriend, randy, to dress as victor and emily from the corpse bride.
randy was a tall, somewhat dorky guy hailing from a loving african american household. while he had a reputation as an athletic football player, his true passion lay in writing, more specifically the realm of journalism. he seemed like the perfect match for you, and yet, there was an indescribable hesitation lingering in your heart. it wasn't that he wasn't right for you or vice versa, but really a blend of uncertainty and fear. perhaps it stemmed from him being the first guy to actively pursue and ask you out, leaving you unsure of what lay ahead. or maybe you were just grappling with the question of whether he actually fit your ideal type. it was a feeling you couldn’t explain in words.
the corpse bride held a special place in your heart, beyond the fall season. however, it did turn you off how much convincing it took to get randy on board with the idea of matching halloween outfits. after all, it was just a couple's costume. so what was his problem?
the night began on a high note as you arrived at the party with randy. the vibrant lights bathed the room in ever-changing colors. people danced and swayed to the infectious rhythm of the music, while others indulged in halloween-themed snacks and drinks in the corners.
you spotted your friends and decided to join them, breaking away from randy to spend time with his own friends. or so you thought. randy never struck you as the cheating type. with his gentle giant demeanor, he seemed like the perfect match for you— kind, considerate, and driven, basically all the qualities a girl should want in a guy.
but then, everything came crashing down when you caught sight of him in a corner, locked in a passionate kiss with sally avril. at that moment, time seemed to slow to a crawl before abruptly hurtling forward.
“what the hell? this whole time you were acting like you wanted to be with me but instead you’re messing around with the bootleg avril lavigne?” you shouted, the words erupting from your lips.
your eyes locked with hers as she stared at you in disbelief. the look you had only intensified as you saw her weakly hide behind him. you didn’t care if you were disrespectful, that was the last thing on your mind at the moment.
randy's gaze was fixed on you, fear and guilt circling within his eyes as you turned to him. “you are the most trifling man i have ever met. if you felt this way, why not end it? but no, you wanna act like a little bitch and make me come dressed with you just to embarrass me. never let me see your face again,” you declared.
angry that a friend of yours who knew he was taken decided to kiss him anyway. angry that your ex boyfriend couldn’t just do the bare minimum out of respect and tell you the truth, instead being sneaky behind your back. angry that you felt embarrassed and like an idiot for even believing something like this would work out.
as tears welled up in your eyes, you turned away, walking off in a haze of hatred. your friends tried to console you, practically begging for you to stay, but you needed to be alone to process the overwhelming pain. seeking solace, you found yourself outside, rain pouring down, mirroring just how you felt. the raindrops traced a path from your head down to the curve of your nose, mingling with the wet fabric of your dress. in that moment, all you desired was to be alone in the dark with your thoughts, away from the prying eyes of friends, and just calm down.
ironic how you were dressed as emily, considering you felt like the other woman.
it was when you were lost in your thoughts that you heard a a piercing scream reverberating through the house, jolting you from your previous assumptions that it was all part of a macabre party activity. your body tensed, and you swiftly turned towards the entrance, witnessing a wave of terrified people streaming out in panic.
driven by curiosity and a growing sense of unease, you stepped forward, determined to unravel the mystery unfolding before you. as you made your way inside, the scene that greeted you was far from anything you could have anticipated.
the grand staircase, once an elegant display of cream-colored opulence, now bore a twisted transformation. its steps were drenched in a vivid, saturated red, creating an otherworldly and macabre sight that churned your stomach. blood cascaded down in a haphazard and unsettling manner, leading your gaze to the source of the horror.
there, at the bottom of the staircase, lay randy, with a broken neck.
his friend, chad, had turned him over, revealing a sight that sent shivers down your spine. it was evident that randy had suffered a fatal blow to his chest, inflicted by a shard of glass or some other jagged object.
initially, you thought it was just a tragic accident, but deep down, you knew better. you had witnessed the fear and confusion etched in randy's eyes while his body laid limp on the floor. it was clear to you that someone or something had ruthlessly taken his life.
the night wore on as the police conducted their investigation, and you found yourself subjected to interviews, polygraphs, and everything else demanded of you to piece together the events that unfolded.
you still don’t know what happened that night. the weight of remorse for randy's tragic fate bears heavily upon your heart, not in the personal sense of romantic love, but in the recognition that no one deserves to meet such a brutal end. the haunting image of his final moments, consumed by fear and confusion, you couldn’t help but feel guilty.
it engulfs you in sleeplessness, much like tonight. the continuous string of events and criminal activities associated with this enigmatic apparition has caused an overwhelming amount of stress, making it impossible for you to find solace and rest during the night.
frustrated, you let out a sigh and forcefully throw off your covers, reaching for your phone on the nightstand. with a gentle unplug from the charger, you notice that it has sufficient battery to allow you to use it comfortably while lying down.
unlocking your phone with your password, you open tiktok, perhaps the least advisable app to open if you intended to sleep. however, acknowledging the chances of you falling asleep anytime soon, you decide to indulge in it anyway.
as you glance at the corner of your phone, you notice the time reads 11:30. you make a promise to yourself to scroll for just a few minutes before attempting to sleep again.
and so, time passes by, more than just a couple of minutes. suddenly, a ringing sound interrupts your tiktok video, and a notification pops up at the top of your screen, automatically muting the video. the incoming call displays as "no caller id," causing you to dismiss it, unwilling to immediately hang up in case it's a scammer testing the validity of your phone number.
returning to your scrolling, the number calls again. it becomes clear that it's an actual person trying to reach you. annoyed, you press the red button, rejecting the call. almost immediately, your phone starts ringing again, persistently calling you.
clicking your tongue in irritation, you sit up in bed and examine the unknown caller id.
why do they keep calling?
"fuck it," you groan, deciding to answer the call. "hello?"
a profound silence ensues, only accompanied by the faint background noise resembling a gentle breeze.
"hello, (y/n)," the voice on the other end utters.
it lacks a natural quality, instead exuding a cold and detached demeanor, yet with a tinge of arrogance.
"how do you know my name? who the hell is this?" you demand, seeking answers.
the fact that this person knows your name, especially at this late hour, immediately sends chills down your spine.
a deep, dark chuckle emanates from the voice before it speaks again. "wanna play a little game?" the voice asks.
you sigh in irritation. "i asked you a question, who are you?"
silence lingers on the other end of the line before the voice breaks it once more. "don't you want to play? it’ll be fun, i promise," the voice adds, its tone dripping with a smirk.
despite your initial inclination to hang up and leave this peculiar individual to their own devices, there was something about them that piqued your curiosity. the voice carried a feminine quality, although it was difficult to discern due to its thick, apathetic tone. beneath the eerie and disconnected facade, there seemed to be a hint of something more in the way they conversed with you. it was as if they genuinely wanted to engage in conversation.
you scoffed, rising from your bed and catching a glimpse of the night sky. "fine, i'll play. what game?"
you could hear the voice on the other end eagerly patting their thigh in excitement. "good girl, i like them feisty. how about a nice game of truth or dare?" the voice suggested, its eagerness palpable.
feeling a hint of nervousness at being referred to as "good girl," you cautiously responded, "truth or dare? okay. what are the rules?" the sinister yet mysterious aura still sent shivers down your spine.
the voice cleared their throat, adopting a more official tone as they explained the rules of the game. "well, you see, the rules are simple. each player chooses either truth or dare. the chosen option determines what the other player does. truth means you'll be asked a question, while dare means you must perform a task." after a brief pause, the voice continued, "the first player is you. which are you going to choose, truth or dare?"
slowly pacing around the room, you pondered your response but ultimately decided to play it safe. "um, truth," you mumbled into the phone.
"okay then, beautiful. what's your favorite color?" the voice inquired.
you couldn't help but burst into laughter at the simplicity of the question.
"what, did i say something funny?" they whispered through the microphone, clearly perplexed.
"no, no. it's just... for a creepy stranger calling me at night, that was the most ordinary question you could have asked," you explained, a few giggles escaping your lips as you spoke.
although you couldn't see it, you could almost imagine the person on the other end of the line smirking. "what do you expect when you receive a creepy call at midnight from a creepy stranger who knows your name and starts a creepy game of truth or dare with you?" they retorted, their sense of humor evident.
you laughed at their wit and couldn't help but feel a sense of strangeness in going along with all of this.
"what do you want?" you asked once more, silently hoping for a genuine answer.
"what i always desire," they stated nonchalantly, causing a shudder to run down your spine as their voice suddenly adopted a tender tone. "you, of course."
"w-what?" you mouthed, barely managing to whisper the words.
you found yourself utterly bewildered by their statement, but before you could dwell on it, the voice swiftly redirected your attention.
"i think i asked you a question. what's your favorite color?"
"it's (f/c). i practically wear it all the time, or at least whenever i have an excuse to. i even buy things in that color," you rambled, attempting to clarify. "but it's not like an obsession or anything."
"i know all about obsession," the voice responded darkly, taking an unsettling turn for a moment. "i bet it looks stunning on you. not that i would know, right?"
a blush crept up your cheeks at the compliments and endearing terms. it had been a while since you had received such attention. yet, even in those instances, it didn't evoke the same spark as it did now. the nervousness it stirred within you felt oddly exhilarating, unlike anything you had experienced from your boyfriend or the other guys at school.
"okay, i guess it's my turn now. so, truth or dare?" you ask the mysterious figure.
they let out a slight chuckle. "truth or dare, huh? i think i'll go with the truth."
a smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you sense their attempt to put you at ease.
"what's your favorite hobby? or, you know, your favorite thing to do, if you have one," you inquire.
there's a moment of silence on the other end as you patiently await their response. "drumming. i'm a drummer in a band, you know? i've heard girls like the title of being a rockstar's girlfriend," they reply.
you giggle at their comment. "the drummer's girlfriend, huh? isn't it a bit egotistical to call yourself a rockstar?"
"maybe it is, so what?" they retort, followed by a low, raspy chuckle.
another laugh escapes your lips. "that's actually really cool. i've heard that drumming takes a lot of skill and practice. and if you're in a band, then i'm sure you're pretty talented."
"you're... you're really interested in this kind of stuff?" they ask, their tone transitioning from confidence to astonishment. "nice to know a girl like you has good taste. i'm sure you'd love to feel the calluses on my fingertips," they tease.
you can't help but nervously giggle at the stranger's words, a swarm of butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
"now it's your turn," you remind them.
"well, truth or dare?" the voice asks.
"dare," you reply almost immediately.
you hear them let out a laugh from the other end, presumably in response to your eagerness. "bold, i like it," they comment. "i dare you to spin around in a circle until i say stop."
you tilt your head to the side, slightly perplexed by the dare. "are you serious?"
once again, their laughter fills the line. "come on and give me a show, ballerina."
letting out a sigh, you begin to spin around, unraveling into a fit of giggles. you can't deny that you wonder why they chose this particular dare, out of all the possibilities. but it serves as a distraction, and part of you is content with that.
"and stop," they command, and your feet come to a halt, your head lightly pounding from the spinning.
catching your breath, you resume speaking. "happy?" you ask, lacing your words with sarcasm.
"ecstatic," the ominous voice replies. "thanks for the view. as a former dancer, i'd give you a ten out of ten."
maybe it's the impending headache, but you could have sworn they thanked you for the view. which also means they could see you. but that's not possible, right?
"your turn, hurry up and pop the question," the voice commented, its impatience evident.
running out of questions and feeling a mix of confusion and curiosity, you blurted out, "do... do you like girls?"
silence greeted your question, and you mentally facepalmed at your awkwardness.
"oh," they whispered, seemingly taken aback. "i think you forgot to include the truth or dare part, babe."
your voice caught in your throat, leaving you speechless. you felt like a deer caught in headlights, frozen in fear.
"but i can't help it when i see a pretty girl like you so desperate for a response. i don't just like girls," the voice replied, a small snicker following. "i love them."
heat tingled behind your ears, spreading to your cheeks once more.
"how did you, um, know?" you asked, your curiosity piqued.
"i haven't even told you i'm a girl yet, and you're already assuming. i'll take that as a compliment," they mumbled, their tone bordering on mockery. "i just know who i like."
silence fell once again, and you found yourself lost in your thoughts. this inexplicable feeling that washed over you was something you couldn't quite put into words.
"i'll let my curiosity guide me here, but when was the last time you had... intimate relations with someone?" the voice asked, waiting for your answer.
a dry laugh escaped your lips, shattering the silence of your room. "what, my ex-boyfriend? what are you trying to get at?"
"ever thought about having a girlfriend?" the voice asked, its tone now more aggressive and snide, seemingly triggered by the mention of your ex.
the mention of a girlfriend made your mouth go dry. there had always been a certain connection missing from your previous relationships, but you could never quite pinpoint what it was or whether it was something about you or them. the question caught you off guard, but before you could delve into it, the voice steered the conversation back to the game.
"truth or dare?" the ghostly voice asked.
"truth," you replied, this time with hesitance compared to the last.
"okay, truth is... what's your deepest, darkest fantasy? what's something you've always wanted to do?" the voice asks.
"deepest, darkest fantasy? wow, that's kind of corny," you scoffed. "um... it's not really dark, but... i don't know. sometimes i just want to run away and get away from everything. people can be so shitty sometimes, and you reach a point where you just can't deal with it anymore. i think i'm at that point. sorry, that's kind of embarrassing to share with a stranger." you lick your lips as you gather your thoughts. "anyway, truth or dare?"
you can hear the voice chuckle. "i like a woman who speaks her mind. talking to someone about your problems is always nice, especially when they can relate. i think that's a good fantasy, running away from your problems and starting fresh. can't say i haven't ever thought of it," they reply, their tone laced with empathy. "dare, all the way."
it's a little relieving to hear someone who can relate to you, even if they are a creepy stranger.
you come back from your thoughts. "i dare you to tell me your name."
the voice on the other end lets out a laugh as they think about your dare. "oh, alright, if you insist." their tone shifts to sound more flirtatious as they continue. "that's such a boring dare, though." they pause for a moment before speaking again. "my name is... well, you can call me ghostface." ghostface states, their tone a bit more arrogant as they introduce themselves.
"very funny," you scoff, not believing them. there's no way in your mind that you're flirting on the phone with a slasher in queens. "come on, who are you? are you just messing with me at this hour?"
you can hear the voice sounding annoyed by your response, their tone shifting away from flirtatious. "you think i don't have the guts after one conversation? you know what, forget it. i was trying to have some fun with this, but it's clear you don't appreciate it. let's start the game over." the voice pauses for a moment before speaking again. "truth or dare?" they ask, their tone serious now.
"what?" you question, the adrenaline threatening to surge through your veins from how abruptly uncomfortable it got. "truth..."
you can hear the voice sounding eager as you pick truth. "alright then. here's your truth. what are you wearing right now?" the voice asks, their tone sounding flirtatious again.
"my pajamas... why?" you ask, confused and weirded out as your heart begins to pound nervously.
you hear a low chuckle on the other end of the line.
"no reason. it's just hard to make out what you're wearing from here," ghostface taunts nonchalantly, a sinister edge in their voice.
"what the fuck?" you shout out, fear and anger coursing through you.
"well, it's time for the dare. here's your dare," the voice said, pausing for a moment. "i want you to look out your window. take a good look," ghostface spoke, their tone now commanding.
you were too shocked to respond, but you reluctantly moved the curtain aside and peered out the window, surveying the ground below. to your relief, everything appeared normal—nothing out of place or ominous.
"nothing..." you mumbled, your confusion growing.
ghostface chuckled on the other line. "open your window," the voice demanded.
your heart dropped, apprehension seizing you.
"what?" you asked, your confusion intensifying as you focused your gaze on the window.
ghostface's tone became more forceful. "i said, open your window," they commanded, their voice leaving no room for negotiation.
you didn't respond, feeling your breathing quicken over the phone as you grappled with the presence of this mysterious individual. you sensed their frustration as they let out a sigh and licked their lips.
"you know what, how about another round of truth or dare? it's my turn," the voice taunted.
you began to slowly back away towards your bed, your instincts urging you to distance yourself from this unsettling situation.
"truth or dare?" ghostface asked, their tone growing impatient.
but you didn't answer, the scary reality of the moment setting in. fear tightened its grip around your heart.
"truth or dare? don't make me say it again," ghostface insisted.
you remained silent, a mix of fear, defiance, and self-preservation guiding your actions.
"oh, what the hell. no more choices then, (y/n). i dare you to open your windo-" before ghostface could finish their sentence, you abruptly hung up the phone and swiftly pulled the curtain shut, blocking out any further interaction with the mysterious caller.
"(y/n)? c'mon, don't be a party pooper," ghostface said, their tone flirtatious once again as the line went silent. a few seconds later, you heard quiet shuffling behind you, causing your heart to pound with fear.
realizing that you needed to take action, you swiftly grabbed the chair from your desk and dragged it into the hallway outside your room. you closed the door and positioned the chair below the doorknob, creating an obstacle that would make it difficult for someone to open the door, though not impossible.
suddenly, your heart skipped a beat as the sound of glass shattering echoed from inside your room, followed by a loud thud hitting the floor. your adrenaline surged, and before you could react, the door handle began to jiggle violently. you heard the sounds of your belongings being knocked over, accompanied by a loud crashing noise as the entire door shook. the playful tone in ghostface's voice had vanished, replaced by a sinister and threatening tone.
backing away from the door, you clutched your phone tightly, fearing it might break between your trembling palms.
"leave me the fuck alone!" you yelled, your voice filled with desperation. "if you know what's best for you, you'll leave now."
a sinister chuckle came through the door as it shook violently. ghostface sounded excited, his tone now both menacing and playful. "no matter how hard you try to push me away, i'm not going anywhere, babe. so you might as well just... let me in. you don't want me to break this door down. please don't make me."
"i'm not doing a damn thing!" you yelled back, your voice quivering with a mix of anger and fear as you ran downstairs.
frantically reaching for the railing, you rushed down the stairs while simultaneously dialing 911. the operator answered with the familiar "911, what's your emergency?" prompt as you frantically explained your terrifying situation. you provided them with your address and informed them of the intruder's presence in your home.
suddenly, you heard a loud bang. "you know, the police might not get here in time to help you, (y/n)!" ghostface taunted, his words sending a chill down your spine. "who are you going to call for help? your dead boyfriend?"
as the woman on the other end of the line asked if you had a place to hide, time seemed to slow down, reminiscent of that dreadful night at the party. slowly, you turned your gaze upward from the floor below, your eyes fixated on your once-barricaded bedroom door.
"sorry about him, by the way. i tried to talk to him, i really did! didn't go too well," ghostface spoke, his voice laced with a disturbing mix of amusement and regret. "i guess all those muscles didn't help much."
ghostface had broken down the door, and your eyes darted towards the bathroom— the closest room you could hide in— as you shut the door behind you, hoping to buy yourself some time.
"he seemed like a decent guy for you, shame i had to carve him up like a pumpkin. no one really appreciates a good woman anymore. i probably did you a favor, taking the trash out, if you catch my drift," ghostface taunted, his tone oozing with cockiness and a disturbing familiarity with your personal life.
you could hear ghostface getting closer, their footsteps echoing on the wooden floor as they walked down the nearby stairs and stopped outside the door to the room you were hiding in. the sound of their footsteps sent shivers down your spine. "come out... come out... c'mon now. you have until i count to three," ghostface stated, their voice filled with malicious anticipation.
"one... two..."
the constant banging on doors, shaking of doorknobs, and rummaging through cabinets echoed through the house as ghostface searched for you. each sound made your heart skip a beat, and you held your breath, hoping to remain undetected. the heavy thud of ghostface's boots against the floor reverberated through the room before fading away, only to return again as they continued their relentless pursuit. it felt like an endless, torturous game, until suddenly, silence engulfed the house.
"i-i think they're gone," you whispered into the phone, relief tinged with uncertainty evident in your voice as you spoke to the operator.
"is there a nearby exit? anywhere you could run to?" the woman on the other end asked, her voice filled with concern.
you responded with a quiet "yes," knowing that your back door was just around the corner.
quietly, you opened the top cabinet in your bathroom and retrieved a pair of scissors, holding them tightly as a makeshift weapon. you pressed your ear against the bathroom door, straining to hear any signs of ghostface's presence. their footsteps had become distant, as if they had moved to another part of the house. slowly, you pushed the door open, cringing at the subtle creaking it made, and cautiously peeked out. taking a deep breath, you mustered the courage to get up and began walking toward the back door, your eyes fixed on it and the window view it provided. but as you approached, something caught your eye— a reflection.
"three."
you felt a powerful, gloved hand wrap firmly around your waist, pulling you tight against their chest. a scream escaped your lips, swiftly stifled by a hand covering your mouth. desperate to break free, you fought with all your strength, but ghostface's grip was unyielding. the more you wriggled and struck out, the tighter they held you, pressing you closer against them.
summoning courage, you ruthlessly stomped on their foot, causing them to lose their balance. their back collided with the wall, granting you a momentary advantage. seizing the opportunity, you lunged forward, brandishing the scissors, aiming to strike them in the shoulder.
however, just as you were about to make contact, another hand clamped around your wrist, its grip unrelenting. "don't try that with me," a voice hissed. ghostface's grip on your wrists tightened, sending a painful sting coursing through your veins. they forcefully redirected your hand away from them, forcing your arm downward until you had no choice but to surrender. struggling to maintain your hold on the scissors, your resistance faltered.
you released a pained moan as your arm throbbed with tenderness. the ominous figure in the black cloak forcefully pushed you against the counter, causing your hand to involuntarily open upon impact, and your phone slipped from your grasp, clattering to the floor.
ghostface retrieved the phone, briefly glancing in your direction before focusing once again on the screen. "she's busy right now," they remarked coldly to the operator before hanging up.
with one hand, ghostface held the side of your tear-streaked face, while the other pressed the cold blade of the knife menacingly against your neck. fear coursed through your veins as you felt the sharp edge against your skin, the chilling reality of the situation sinking in.
"shhh now," ghostface commanded, their voice cutting through the air. their grip tightened, the blade digging dangerously into toward your flesh.
you sniffled, attempting to steady your racing heart. everything felt surreal, as if you had stepped into a distorted reality within the confines of your own home. the anticipation of impending chaos loomed, but the expected eruption never arrived. instead, an eerie silence settled over the scene, intensifying the disorientation.
a loud sob escaped your lips as you clung desperately to the edges of the counter, inadvertently cutting off circulation to your fingers. ghostface's hold tightened as they pulled back on the knife, the sharp blade now threateningly grazing your skin. their other hand covered your mouth, their grip unyielding. "just stay still. you don’t wanna do anything you might regret, right? now, say, 'i understand,'" ghostface uttered.
their gaze took in your terrified state as their grip gradually loosened and demeanor softened. ghostface's gloved hand tenderly wiped away a tear cascading down your flushed cheek.
"i-i understand,” repeating their words as your voice trembled.
their hands forcefully propelled you to the side, slamming you against the wall. through teary, half-lidded eyes, you gazed up at them as their imposing figure loomed over you.
their hand glided to the bottom of the ghostface mask, gripping the edge of the chin, and with a swift motion, they yanked it off and tossed it aside. cascading gracefully down to their shoulders was blonde hair, adorned with pink-dyed tips and one side partially shaved. their skin possessed an ethereal paleness, and their piercing blue eyes held a mysterious allure. a glint from the moonlight reflected off an eyebrow piercing, adding to their enigmatic visage.
and then it hit you. it was gwen stacy, your classmate.
the last person you would ever have expected. a smile played upon her lips, relishing in your bewildered expression. "gwen...?" you managed to utter, your voice barely a whisper. "-the hell?"
reaching into her cloak, gwen retrieved a voice changer box from her chest and raised it to her lips. "hello, (y/n). surprised?" she asked, a sly tilt to her smile.
"w-what..." you tried to speak, but the words eluded you.
"i know this is incredibly confusing and terrifying right now, but i promise i won't harm you," she assured, her thoughts seemingly racing.
gwen's smile grew, taking on a hint of obsession. "i've watched you for so long... you have no idea how much i've longed to be this close to you. you're such a beautiful girl," gwen confessed, her tone simultaneously tender and erratic. her hand still clutched the knife, and she tilted her head, regarding you with a disconcerting smile. the proximity between you two was impossible to ignore.
"please, just... just let me go, and we can forget all of this," you pleaded, desperation lacing your words.
gwen cocked her head to the side, furrowing her eyebrows. "why forget this? why would i want to forget a moment like this?" her gaze bore down upon you, her once vibrant blue eyes now tainted with a dark ink-like hue, consuming you with an unsettling hunger.
"why are you doing this, gwen?" you managed to ask, your voice trembling and breaking.
gwen shrugged, her shoulders slumping forward as if weakened by the mention of her own name. "fuck, i love the way you say it," she confessed, her tone laced with an unsettling fondness.
drawing closer, gwen closed the distance until your chests were pressed together. in a surprising turn of events, she flung the knife to the far side of the floor, the sound grating against your ears like nails on a chalkboard.
"don't you get it?" she stated matter-of-factly. "i like you. you're the kindest girl in school. honest, pretty, genuine. did i mention pretty? every time we talked, whether it was a small conversation in class or when you defended others from dumb gossip, you always showed such kindness. who wouldn't be drawn to a girl like that? that's why i did it."
your heart felt as though it had been submerged in acid. on one hand, her words melted your heart, evoking emotions you had never experienced with any boy before. however, simultaneously, a sense of violation and terror gnawed at you.
"what... what did you do?" you cautiously inquired, your voice faltering.
gwen reached down and intertwined her hands with yours, their grip tightening. "i killed your boyfriend," she confessed.
your head lowered as you shakily swallowed, the weight of her words sinking in.
"he wasn't right for you, (y/n). who cheats on their girlfriend with their own friends and pretends to care about them? you don't deserve that. you deserve so much more. you deserve everything. he never bothered to remember your favorite hobbies, your preferred makeup style, or even how you write the number five. he failed to appreciate everything you've been through or know how to comfort you, to make you feel good, to be a good boyfriend. if i had you, i would never treat you that way. especially after harry's party," she explained, her voice unwavering. "that night, i was dressed as a ghost because it seemed ironic, considering i'm the invisible loser of the school, right? that's when i saw randy with that girl and you running out crying. no one has the right to make you cry like that, especially not quarterback randy. so i went to confront him, told him how messed up it was. he pushed me, called me just another weirdo obsessed with you. maybe he was right, but the way he spoke of you, the words he used? i couldn't let it slide, (y/n). out of anger, i just threw my glass at his chest, i didn’t expect it to kill him. but it did."
your mouth hung open in shock and fear. gwen's grip on your hands tightened as she raised them higher until they rested at the sides of your head. your mind felt as if it were splitting in two, and your vision blurred. the onslaught of overwhelming information threatened to induce nausea, leaving you reeling.
“and god, did it feel so fucking good to kill him. if you told me all i had to do was get into a fight with your sigma male boyfriend who’s best friend's name is literally chad, just to get noticed by you, i would’ve done if in a heartbeat months ago,” she shouted, beginning to pace.
her eyes were wide, and you could tell just by her talking about it she wa reliving the thrill of the moment.
"i... i don't understand," you stammered, desperately trying to free your hands from gwen's grasp. she watched your movements intently, her eyes locked onto yours. "gwen, you fucking killed someone. why would you do that? do you realize the consequences of your actions?"
on one hand, you were furious that she had taken a life, but on the other, a part of you was unnerved by the intensity of the love she professed for you. it was as if, for the first time, someone truly appreciated your mere existence. you despised how drawn you felt to her, despite the circumstances.
"i don't care about him. i did it for you. i killed for you," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "what man can say that?"
conflicting emotions tugged at your heart. ultimately, you yearned to surrender control and experience her twisted version of affection.
"no one has ever spoken to me like this, and even when they did, it never felt... like this," you confessed, your voice filled with a mix of fascination and uncertainty. "it feels... exhilarating."
gwen leaned closer, her eyes shining with a spark of light. "really? are you serious?"
your heart fluttered at her smile as she gazed into your soul. what was happening to you?
"this is a feeling i've never experienced before, even in past relationships. i don't know... you make me feel special, seen, and desired," you admitted, your voice laced with confusion. "i don't know what's happening to me right now."
gwen's gaze fixated on you, her once cocky smile softening into an expression of empathy. she broke the connection between your intertwined hands, slowly withdrawing one of her own. bringing her hand to her lips, she lightly bit the tip of her glove and sensually peeled it off, revealing her bare skin.
"i can't believe any of this is real," she muttered, her breath caressing your face. "can i kiss you?"
the question caught you off guard, amidst the whirlwind of emotions and confusion. your mind felt scrambled, making it difficult to think clearly.
"yes," you mumbled, your voice wavering with uncertainty, yet your eyes betraying an eager anticipation.
gwen's eyes lit up at your response. "perfect," she breathed before pressing her lips against yours.
your heart began to race, pounding fiercely within your chest. this was the last place you expected to find yourself, and you couldn't help but feel a jumble of confusion and conflicting emotions. "that’s it— just relax... everything will be fine," gwen whispered, her voice now soothing and strangely comforting, despite the circumstances.
you nodded, tentatively wrapping your arms around her shoulders and drawing her closer to you.
gwen leaned in even closer, her hands now tangling in your hair as her body pressed against yours. as she kissed you, your breath caught in your throat. it felt wrong, like you shouldn't be enjoying it. yet, you couldn't deny the undeniable sensation of pleasure that gwen's soft lips evoked.
a whimper escaped your lips as gwen reluctantly pulled away, expression tinged with sadness from the loss of contact. her eyes held a look of longing and desire as they locked with yours.
"that was even better than i imagined," she whispered, her voice hushed but audible in the close proximity.
"i... i think i liked it too," you managed to reply, your gaze averting to conceal the flustered state you were in.
it was true. in that moment, you were completely captivated by gwen like never before.
"i came all this way just to see your beautiful face," gwen commented, her hand firmly grasping your chin to turn your gaze back towards her.
as your eyes flickered between her piercing gaze and her inviting lips, a smile spread across gwen's face. without hesitation, she pulled you closer and kissed you once more. the taste of her lingered on your lips, tempting you to fully embrace the forbidden situation. you knew it was wrong, and yet... there was an inexplicable allure to gwen's soft kisses that made you reluctant to let go. confusion clouded your mind, even as your body responded to the intoxicating sensations. you found yourself not wanting the kiss to end.
a moan escaped your lips as gwen's wet tongue grazed your bottom lip, igniting a surge of desire. your grip on her shoulders tightened, your fingers clawing at her black cloak.
gwen released a soft moan of her own as her tongue gently explored the depths of your mouth. her hands trailed down your body, her touch growing more suggestive. "(y/n)..." she whispered seductively, her voice laced with desire.
once again, your body seemed to revel in the moment, despite the confusion plaguing your mind. her tongue slipped deeper into your mouth, eliciting a whimper of pleasure. the taste and sensation sent waves of ecstasy coursing through your entire being.
conflicted and seduced, you clung tightly to her cloak, yearning for her lips to remain fused with yours as your heart pounded relentlessly.
gwen continued to kiss you passionately, her tongue exploring the inner recesses of your mouth. her touch grew bolder, and your mind struggled to process the overwhelming sensations. it all felt so wrong, and yet your body responded eagerly to gwen's every move. the kiss felt irresistible, betraying the rationality of your thoughts.
your hands instinctively trailed up from her shoulders to the nape of her neck, lightly pulling at her hair for support. another moan escaped your lips, blending with hers, as gwen positioned her leg between your thighs, creating a tantalizing friction.
gwen's hand firmly gripped the back of your neck, pulling you even closer as her lips devoured yours. the tension and confusion intensified within your mind, but despite it all, the physical pleasure of being so intimately entwined with gwen tantalized your senses. the sensation of her body pressing against yours caused a subtle squirming response. you couldn't deny the pleasure that coursed through you, even as the situation felt inherently wrong.
for a fleeting moment, your lips disconnected, allowing you to lock eyes, but the magnetic pull between you drew you back in. you leaned in, kissing her again with a primal hunger, your hands gripping her in an instinctive and passionate manner.
you found yourself gasping for air, your breaths ragged and desperate as you tried to replenish the oxygen you had forgotten to take in during the prolonged, intense kiss.
gwen pulled back, her head tilted to the side, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips briefly before she wiped it away with her gloved hand, smearing it aside. her messy blonde hair framed her face, and you noticed her chest heaving up and down, mirroring your own heavy breathing.
nervously, she asked, "can... can i take you out on a date?"
a smile spread across your lips, unable to resist the pull of excitement. "i'd like that," you replied almost instantly, catching your breath.
suddenly, the blaring sound of police sirens echoed through the block, their blue and red lights reflecting through your window. it seemed, for once, the police had arrived promptly.
"way to ruin a fun time," gwen scoffed, annoyance evident on her face as she stepped back. "i think it's time for me to go."
despite the interruption, you couldn't help but be captivated by how attractive gwen looked in that moment. her hair was tousled, her lips plump and bright red from your passionate kisses, and her eyes held a smoky allure.
"police, open up!" a voice yelled from outside the door, the knocking growing more forceful.
you glanced over at the door, which shook violently from the pounding, the sound of the sirens threatening to drown out your senses. when you turned your attention back to gwen, she had already retrieved her mask, putting it on over her head and securely fastening it. she removed her glove, then picked up the knife from the floor.
"so, about that date, how about saturday?" she asked, a smile gracing her lips.
you couldn't help but match her mood, the excitement bubbling within you. "yeah, that works," you answered eagerly.
gwen fiddled with the voice box, adjusting it before placing it back into her costume. "i can't wait," ghostface remarked, the iconic voice returning.
before you could respond, she swiftly made her way to the back door, disappearing into the night just as the police burst through your front door.
as the police stormed into your residence, the chaos unfolded. you were momentarily overwhelmed by the commotion, the loud voices, and the flashing lights. the officers quickly apprehended you, their stern commands blending with the cacophony of sirens outside.
moments later, the scene shifted. you found yourself sitting in the back of an ambulance, surrounded by paramedics who were checking you over for any injuries. the blaring sirens had been replaced by a steady hum, providing a strange sense of calm amidst the chaos you had just experienced.
one of the paramedics, a kind-faced woman with a gentle demeanor, asked, "are you feeling alright? can you tell us if anything hurts?"
you took a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts amidst the adrenaline coursing through your veins. "i... i think i'm okay," you replied, your voice shaky yet relieved. "just a bit shaken up."
the paramedic nodded understandingly, her gloved hands skillfully examining you for any signs of physical harm. after a thorough assessment, she reassured you, "physically, you seem to be alright. however, it's important to take care of yourself emotionally too. if you need someone to talk to, don't hesitate to reach out."
you offered a grateful smile, appreciating her empathy in the midst of the chaotic aftermath. "thank you," you said sincerely. "i'll keep that in mind."
“we already reached out to your guardian so they’ll be here soon, just rest up,” the woman stated before walking off.
as the paramedics finished their assessment and went to speak to the police for whatever further evaluation, your mind wandered back to the unexpected encounter with gwen.
something about this situation felt deeply unsettling. not only was gwen a killer, but her behavior had crossed the boundaries of normalcy into something much darker. the realization of her true nature sent chills down your spine, prompting a wave of revulsion.
however, you couldn't deny the conflicting emotions that had stirred within you during those fifteen minutes with gwen. for the first time in your life, someone has shown you such profound attention and affection, making you feel loved, appreciated, and even worshiped for simply being yourself. it was a heady mix of excitement and nervousness, emotions you had never experienced to this extent with any previous crush.
as you whispered the word "crush" to yourself, a sinking feeling settled in. you couldn't deny that you had allowed yourself to become entangled in a dangerous situation.
deep down, you knew that going through with the date was a sick and misguided decision. it went against your better judgment and morality. the allure of the attention and desire overshadowed your rationality, blinding you from the bright red flags waving in front of your face.
but you are your parents' daughter, so maybe you can fix her.
DO NOT STEAL, COPY, OR TRANSLATE MY WORK. ALL WRITING IS @PRIMAVIVA.
#🔪 — dalia’s fictober 2023#gwen stacy x reader#gwen stacy x y/n#gwen stacy x you#gwen stacy#gwen x reader#ghost spider x reader#spider gwen#spider gwen x reader#spider gwen x you#ghost spider#gwen stacy imagines#gwen stacy angst#gwen stacy imagine#gwen stacy fluff#gwen stacy fanfiction#astv x you#astv x y/n#astv x reader#spiderverse x y/n#spiderverse x reader#spiderverse x you#gwen spiderverse#gwen stacy fanfic#astv angst#astv imagines#astv gwen#atsv gwen#spiderman across the spiderverse#spiderman: atsv
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𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞!
pairing, dina woodward & blk!fem reader!
summary, dina is in absolute denial about the relationship you two share and her sexuality, causing her to confess a secret to you that you’d never thought would happen.
warning (s), angst, compulsory heterosexuality, internalized lesbophobia, mentions of pregnancy, use of the word dyke, and mentions of sexual activity (nun too heavy tho lol).
didi’s notes, currently in love with chappell roan and this song is EXACTLY how it feels to struggle with comphet lol
your head is in your hands, trying to grasp what the hell it is dina is trying to tell you. “i don’t understand what it is that you don’t understand, y/n—” “you just told me that you loved me like three fucking days ago, d! what do you mean you’re pregnant...”
dina’s lip quivered at your shoulders dropping, her eyes welling up with tears as she turned away from you. she had dropped this bomb on you once your right hand made it down her face and into her jeans, weirdly getting disgusted by the action as she quickly got off you to zip herself up.
you leaned back and laughed a little, asking her if she okay and then she just… blurted it out. and now y’all were here. “he’s my boyfriend, y/n. what did you expect—”
“for you not to get pregnant after telling me that you love me!” you exclaimed, the sadness that overtook you previously was now quickly turning into anger. “this isn’t right, y/n. you know that what we’re doing isn’t okay—”
you were now genuinely confused as to what the hell dina was spewing out now, eyebrows furrowing as you hoped she wasn’t talking about what you thought she was talking about.
“what isn’t right, dina?” she shivered at the sound of her first name, quickly brushing it off as she exhaled: “this. we aren’t right, y/n. i mean, it’s one thing for me to cheat on jesse with a guy, but with you—”
your bitter laugh interrupted her statement, placing your arms across your chest as you muttered: “it’s because you don’t want to be seen with a dyke, right?”
“it’s not that—” “well then what the fuck is it then?! if you don’t want to be with me then just say that, but don’t try to run away or fucking hide from your sexuality because you can’t accept yourself!”
you let out a heavy breath as dina’s eyes landed towards the tiles below her, hands on her hips as she tried to fight back tears after listening to your outburst.
“i need to be with jesse, y/n. and if you wanna be mad at me for that then fine, but if you really love me like you say you do, you would understand why i have to do this.”
tears were now rapidly falling down dina’s face as she put her boots on, your face softening as you noticed that this wasn’t she wanted to do. you’d been there before, practically going insane trying to figure out your sexuality and instead of comforting dina, you yelled at her for it.
you got up from your couch and walked over to where dina was, attempting to embrace her in a hug, but she shoved you off, wiping her face as she slammed your front door, leaving you stand there in disbelief.
#Spotify#x black fem reader#x black reader#the last of us#dina x blk!reader#dina smut#dina woodward#dina#dina nolastname#dina the last of us#dina tlou#dina tlou2#dina x fem reader#dina x reader#tlou dina#dina x black!reader#dina x black reader
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Baz can't be trusted here (on unreliable narrators and the comphet of it all)
Something very notable to me is that time the author (when talking about how she approached the "love triangle" in CO) said that “it's normal to date people you’re not even attracted to” because yes. I immediately agreed with that when I read it, I've seen it in real life... but it kind of blew my mind anway, because you normally don’t expect a romance author to say that when talking about her characters, and you especially don't expect to see that portrayed in their work. It's not the expectation ("I can see Agatha and Simon are not into each other, but they must have been at the beginning" it's an assumption and an expectation." They never actually express that! "It wasn't always like this, it used to be good" it's never what's said! When Penny talks about their relationship seeing better days, she likely means their friendship, because she says "I don't believe they're in love." They express feeling like they're supposed to be with each other, that they're supposed to want it) (I can and have elaborated before but not here, that's not where I'm going right now) I think this is very important to identify and acknowledge because once you start with “not in love and not attracted, then why the hell they dated?” you arrive at so many answers about who these characters are and what they're looking for. About how a relationship that existed partly because they were trying to find a place in the world makes them feel more lost than ever, and how that's a good thing, because it means they're asking questions they never even imagined existed before, questions that will help them figure their shit out (and figuring it out what they don't want, which is what they had, it's also progress).
But what brings me here right now is Baz. When people want Simon and Agatha to be "real," (as in romantic and/or sexual) the arguments they bring up (it's normal to have romantic or sexual feelings for different people at different stages of your life, which is true, but it's not what's happened with them, we don't have to insist it is for their experience to be valid or to matter, comphet is a real thing that exists etc) are things Baz has very present. I mean, look at his family. He has heard the stories about their parents, and despite her aunts' best efforts, he sees his dad's relationship with his stepmum as valid and even good for the man. He expects Simon to have had romantic feelings for Agatha, and to have been attracted. Even when Simon it's voicing how wrong it all felt (including not feeling shit when he should probably had) Baz still assumes he must've been into her at some point. But note that these are assumptions to Simon comes to find upsetting, that he fights against when Baz voices them when it would be easier not to. I think the most telling part it's when Simon practically looks at the camera in the style of the office and says "what I liked about her is that I didn't like her" – it's comfortable that she didn't awake anything in him. It's safe that he didn't experience romantic or sexual feelings with her ever, because those feelings are too overwhelming to him, too dangerous. Note how he was always losing his shit around Baz, how he comes to believe, when he finally identifies those feelings, that Baz would be the death of him. Very telling too is that while Baz hears and accepts Simon's "nothing compares to you," what Simon reveals here (which can be sum up with "this is part of why he calls himself a baz-sexual") it's shocking. It's likely also hard to internalize, because Baz has programming he had to work against, which includes seeing himself as monstrous and undesirable.
Which brings me to the point about comfort: Agatha is comfortable because she didn't awaken anything in Simon. It's comfortable that he doesn't have to manage or process shit around her, he's perfectly chill in her presence (which is certainly not "baby is in love" or "baby is discovering attraction" behavior) (especially given Simon isn't known for restraint and being chill) (his behavior around Baz, however...) She's comfortable because she's a childhood friend, she's familiar and trusted. She's also uncomfortable. We could make a list of moments that reveal Simon's discomfort with her, which is less about her and more about just not really being comfortable with going through the motions of being her boyfriend (because he likes the idea of it, what it represents, but doesn't actually like being her boyfriend, hence him being "shitty" at it while being aware).
I have compared how Baz sees Simon comfortable beside her vs how he didn't see the discomfort that was very present between Simon and Agatha in a previous scene. I think the gist of it it's discomfort at being reminded of/being perceived as a couple vs comfort at being able to simply be friends again. Again, many reasons for Agatha to be comfortable (childhood friend, familiar, trusted, etc). It stands out but "the guy who's on edge 24/7 can be at ease around a childhood friend" it's probably not something that should stand out that much. It shouldn't affect Baz, and yet...
Here I'm reminded of a recent post where the author mentions Agatha and Simon's friendship won't ever be fully relaxed again (which I find easier to believe than the alternative). In that goat scene, there's comfort that's specifically about them being able to feel like friends again, free from outside pressure and influences... while, at the same time, we're reminded of the pressure, the optics that pushed together in the first place with Baz's thoughts. The framing alone makes it so it's not fully comfortable... and what are the current standards of comfort for those two anyway, given that they have been used to discomfort while dating? Given that this very moment is followed by some level of discomfort when both have their version of "what happened there is nothing to be jealous of, it's just a moment of friendship" with Niamh and Baz? How can we know if there isn't an undertone or some lingering awkwardness that's sort of brushed aside or pushed through in this particular moment? (Simon is shirtless until he gets close to Agatha, he's fully clothed then).
I've spent so much time noting the discomfort between those two (because of the comphet of it all) that it always stood out to me that Baz highlights comfort (hence that long ass posts) and while I don't think he's entirely wrong (for reasons already stated)... he's actually not someone who can be trusted to assess shit when it's about Simon and Agatha. Every time Simon processes or reaches conclusions about how wrong he felt dating her it's in Baz's presence (because he wants Baz to understand, even when he himself doesn't) but Baz is still affected. The wounds are still fresh. At this point, he has spent a longer time believing Simon was destined for someone else than he has spent believing Simon wants to be his. It fucks with his emotions and perception, even if he logically knows he should know better. There are years of programming he has to go against. He might be good at reading others in certain circumstances (clocked Shepard's deal with Penny pretty quickly) but the "golden couple" and interest in himself are huge blindspots. Note that he thought they were happy together even when Agatha explicitly told him otherwise (when Penny was observing the same thing and essentially saying "this isn't it, please go back to being friends" – granted, she was looking more closely, but still). Note that in this very moment, Baz is looking at them and being affected by the optics of them standing together, and how that very much would fuck with him (notable that that's how Simon describes the relationship too, optics! when he should be talking about feelings! as "a picture where I look like who I am supposed to be" and what are the feelings? "feeling like a fool" and expressing discomfort) (Niamh seems affected too, but she doesn't seem like one for nuance, or to be trusted in her perception either – doesn't she still calls Simon "her boyfriend" to Agatha despite being corrected?)
Baz links the image of them standing together to the sun. He has to look away. It burns. If you can't even look at something long enough... you won't notice the details.
So how can he be trusted in his perception of how comfortable Simon truly is, about the type of comfort he's feeling (because there's the bad type, the "turning off my brain and not pushing myself to figure out what actually want" type) and where that's coming from? If there's a struggle Simon is pushing (or attempting to push) through would he even notice? Or would he be too blinded, too burned to look closely?
#simon snow#snowbaz#simon snow trilogy#carry on#baz pitch#baz x simon#baz grimm pitch#awtwb#simon x baz
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hello! please rant about the comphet subtext in ddlc. i wanna hear it so bad please please please please please
Hi! I think I've written on this before, but I can't recall when or where, so I'll try and recall as many points as I can!
This'll be a long one, so under the cut!
For starters, let's talk base game. Obviously, all four girls fall for the MC and that's that. However, watching the ways that the other club members interact, it's pretty clear to many players that they have feelings beyond just friendship.
Namely, I sight Natsuki's poems. First off, the poem "Amy Likes Spiders" can be read as Yuri's love of horror (which is how I initially read it when I first played). However, it's also pretty easy to read this as either Natsuki's experience being trans, or being gay. Either way, that makes the entire narrative of the poem make sense, and also explains lines like
"I tried not to let her touch me.
She likes spiders, so her hands are probably gross."
as well as
"It doesn't matter if she has other hobbies.
It doesn't matter if she keeps it private.
It doesn't matter if it doesn't hurt anyone.
It's gross.
She's gross.
The world is better off without spider lovers."
Seems pretty clear, right? These lines may feel intense and out of place with other readings, but when you imagine Natsuki being outed to her shit friends as gay, or trans, it all starts to make sense.
Have you ever read the poem "I'll Be Your Beach"? Because it's gay as all hell!
We're led to assume that the romantic poems Natsuki and Yuri write are about the MC, but that would be odd to imagine when reading this poem. Natsuki writes about "your heavy thoughts", "your insecurities", and "your memories" and ends by saying "You'll learn to love yourself again." When, exactly, did the MC express any of these sentiments? Let alone to Natsuki?? But I think it would be pretty easy to connect all of these points to another girl: Yuri.
It's easy to see some strong subtext here for gay Natsuki (and maybe trans too, if you wanna see that). But when we break into the Side Stories, this is where it gets real interesting...
MC is not there. The Side Stories are purely scenes to read through to watch the Literature Club form for the first time as all the girls meet each other and get to know one another. Because of this, we get to see more of them and their feelings toward each other than we could have ever dreamed of in the base game!
Without giving too many spoilers for some of the best scenes in the entire game: the Side Stories are pretty gay. It's nearly impossible to ignore. These girls are clearly imagining each other as more than just friends, are going through some feelings. Each pairing even gets their own spotlight, and we see how each and every one of them has some interest in each other, which is a stark difference from the base game.
The main difference? MC is not there.
The base game has a lot of themes surrounding control, reality, and choices (or the lack thereof). Not only are all the girls destined (or "programmed") to fall in love with MC, it can't be avoided, even by Monika, who wasn't meant to have a route at all. They were already playing with the ideas of fate, and programming, and free will, but what happens when you remove the object that decided their fate?
Well, when we removed MC from the scenario altogether, we see the girls happier, getting along better, and showing interest in one another that we only got in subtext in the base game. To me, this leads to another theme of choice and control: compulsive heterosexuality. If part of the "generic dating sim" frame of their reality is forcing them to express interest in the male protagonist, even if they couldn't care less and really are interested in each other, that's the same themes but on a whole new level.
Left to their own devices, the girls are happy and expressing interest in one another. In the "game" they are forced to play roles in, we see their problems exacerbate, their situation spiraling, as they all desperately cling to the MC as the object of their affection. Seems pretty comphet to me.
Thank you sooo much for this ask! It's been a while since I wrote a long post like this! :D Speaking outside of my own trans/gay perspective, it seems pretty hard to imagine any other future for these girls in light of the Side Stories. And to that extent, I think the Side Stories gives us a window into a happier world; one where they are all free to grow and thrive as who they are, regardless of what that means for each of them! I think that's only further fueled this wonderful fandom: seeing them happy.
and gay.
Thanks again for the ask~!
#doki doki lesbians club#mailbox#doki doki literature club#ddlc#doki doki literature club plus#ddlc plus#I didn't go back and proof this post at alllllll
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Statements like: ‘None of the Lost Boys like Star’ lack a firm basis in canon. Talking just movie canon here rather than novels, scripts, etc. which actually add a bit more nuance to the whole thing.
Star's place in the story is as Michael's comphet love interest and as window dressing, because all movies must include a hot chick(tm). She has very little agency or role in the plot other than to lure Michael into the vampires' world. The story could have easily worked without her with only a few minor changes.
But that's typical of the film industry doing lady characters the dirty. We all know this. And we all know that characters of her type are widely disliked across Fandom as a whole for a bunch of reasons, one of which is probably that those of us who identify as women became sick to death of being portrayed as objects without agency because it can hit too close to home. Let's not flog that dead horse anymore.
Back to her relationship with the boys: they don't share enough screen time for us to definitively say they feel any particular way about her. Aside from Paul briefly saying "Ah, chill out girl" when she tells them off for hazing Michael, the only one who interacts with her at all is David. And that is very limited too: after the two scenes where she gets on the back of his bike, he basically pays her no attention for the rest of the movie. Though it is implied that they have some conversations off screen (about making Michael her first kill, etc.) that we don't see .
The boys' focus moves to Michael, and on male-male bonding. (I am very straight-faced while typing this.) Star fades away into the shadows during Michael's initiation not only because she was unable to stop him from making her mistake, but because her presence is unwelcome. It would be like someone's girlfriend going along to a wild bachelor party: probably doesn't happen that often and likely to be uncomfortable as hell. It's a boys' night. She'd cramp their style.
Whatever the writers' intentions may have been, any attempt at creating a rivalry between David and Michael for Star's affection falls flat on its face because David simply does not care to play that role. He does not seem to give a damn that Michael is obviously lusting after her, and shows no signs of being bothered about them sleeping together. In my view the scene where he makes Star get on the back of his bike instead of Michael's has very little to do with Star - that triumphant smirk makes it clear he's trying to get a rise out of Michael.
From the little interaction David does have with Star, I get the impression that their relationship is one of ownership. He views her as belonging to him, but obviously he has no problem sharing her if it means he gets what he wants - Michael joining them.
For her part she comes across as being a little afraid of him, which is understandable considering the boys are literally horror movie monsters who brutally murder people. (Contain yourselves you monsterfuckers, yes I know, we all love them because of, rather than in spite of this.) But the way she laughs while riding on the back of his bike, the sheer joy in her eyes, it makes me think that's not all there is to it. There is happiness in her time with them as well.
#this got long#meta#star tlb#the lost boys#the lost boys 1987#not directed at anyone i just have many thoughts
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Guys can I confess a little secret to y'all? If you know me it's probs not a big surprise but shhh, just listen...
Sometimes...sometimes the male characters I like give me the ick. And it's been happening more often with 2 particular clown characters 👀
If you know me, you know I identify as lesbian/queer, so like DUH. But I find it interesting that it's happening more often. Basically with any characters played by real people. I think the comphet in me is slowly dying, guys. It kinda worries me bc I don't wanna lose the special love and connections I have with these characters, but I can't help itttt my lesbian brain thinks they're icky sometimes guysss 😭
You know who's never given me the ick tho?
✨ Anime boys ✨
They're the furthest from being real men so obviously me likey 😍 They're pretty and not too realistic and they got the masculine look/energy that makes my heart go 💓 (I'm talking to you, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, and all the other MHA boys that have me in a chokehold). It's honestly a match made in heaven.
I guess I should've known the comphet wouldn't be able to stand the test of time. The beast is growing weaker inside me. After all this time, I see it as an old friend, and I am sad to see this happen. I salute you, old pal. You've made my life hell in many ways, but what would I be without you?
Gayer. Definitely gayer. But I digress...
I'm being so silly 🤭 but forreal guys, idk what to expect of my future with these characters I've long considered to be f/os of mine. I don't think my love for them will ever fully fade away, but I feel myself growing more distant from them 🥺 I used to be able to overlook the icky parts and now I can't ignore it as easily 😭 this is supposed to be a good thing for me and here I am all pouty and sad about it pfft but I'm sure the self shippers out there will somewhat understand. These have been my comfort characters for a long time. I don't wanna lose the bonds I've formed with them 🥺
Anyway, I'm still totally cool with writing for these characters, I enjoy it so much still. But as for my personal relationships with these characters...the connection feels a little weaker these days 😔 but that doesn't mean it's the end! I might wake up in a few weeks head over heels for them all over again. Guess we'll see, huh?
If you read this far, thanks for helping me carry the burden of this very serious confession. I'm afraid the weight of it was too heavy to bear alone for a moment longer. It had to be said 😭🤭
#it's silly goose hours#which means it's time for kal's late night adhd braindump#my brain is tired and my heart is aching for my f/os#in all seriousness I am upset about this#but I'm also glad bc it shows my growth and that I've become more secure in my sexuality#and thinking about it all makes me giggle bc it's so silly 🤭#but it's also so serious to me#I live a very awkward existence under the plague of comphet#welp it is what it is#compulsory heterosexuality#comphet#lesbian#queer#self shipping
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it's the last day of lesbian visibility week, so here's a few lesbian headcanons!
franke realized she liked girls when she was real, real little. she just didn't have any interest in boys. she always wanted to be around girls and be liked by them. kitty is her first girlfriend, and she feels really special when they're together. she feels like kitty picked her out of every other girl in camp. i do think this earns lili's frustration because she used to be close with kitty, so there's a bit of jealousy at play, and franke has picked up on it a little.
frazie and norma lesbian realness. personally, i like aro lizzie who doesn't care much for gender or using labels, but she does have preference for girls. back to the teen lesbian duo, though, i love that they're somewhat classic opposites attract because frazie still has so much baggage to unpack about her own internalized psy-phobia. i don't think they'd be close during that first summer, especially since frazie is more of a wild card, and norma, now a junior agent, is aspiring to become a full-fledged "drop the junior" agent. they're stubborn! they're snide! norma's hitting her with a smile that oozes smugness, and frazie knows she can just fling her like a rubber band, but fine, she wants smug? she wants cocky? frazie has that in spades. (also, she isn't that miffed about the hazing deal as i think people headcanon her to be - she practically rolls her eyes when raz says she can defend him or whatever during her dialogue tree. she'd be a little annoyed, yeah, but nothing like, 'ohh, you guys are the worst, and i'm gonna pelt you all with acorns the size of your heads, if you don't say sorry.' raz would be embarrassed because those are his friends, and he doesn't need a sorry because they've taken him under their wing! they like him! he's a cool li'l dude!) but what makes frazie and norma so interesting to me is that they can bring out different sides of each other. norma is proud to be psychic, proud to be an agent, and she can show frazie that there is joy in being a psychic. frazie can help norma leave her carefully cultivated shell, get messy, be a little rebellious (reasonably! because norma is not risking her job). also, raz would make the most disgusted faces at them. it's his personal hell. goodbye, razputin.
cassie and gloria are old women yuri. i think cassie's affection for lucy is unrequited. she simply doesn't feel the same, and cassie internalized that, especially since she went decades without having her answers. lucy loves her, but it's not the same as what cassie desired. it's a bygone love, and cassie has learned to move on - and so has gloria! she dealt with so much comphet throughout her life and her personal tragedies. she had affairs with men and women, and realizing she's a lesbian later in life was freeing. i think they'd have a sweet romance, something comforting and filling of their gaps.
and speaking of comphet, the camper queen of it - elka. what can be said about her? she's beholden to her foresight. she believe whatever horrors the future shows her. it will come true. it's happened for all the dooms. so, seeing herself with nils is like a sentence. she will be with him, and since she's become that entwined with fate, she's determined to at least make herself happy in their relationship, even when she's forcing it on him, and nils is clearly wanting out (though, nils isn't exactly innocent, either). she moves to the flow of the waves, so her big moment is saying no to the future, realizing that she needs to grab her own happiness instead of nodding along to the insistence of her visions. i think she'd realize she prefers girls when she's older (twenty-something? maybe mid to late twenties) since her childhood and teenage years are spent being "boy crazy" and "spiraling in depression," as written by her therapist. (at least dogen is good soundboard when she needs to vent! he thinks she's being dramatic, but gets that she's going through a lot and tries to help, though his advice often goes through elka's ear and out the other.)
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The Missed Potential of Luka (and why he's the best character in Bayonetta 3)
So I finished playing Bayonetta 3 last night as of writing this post, right? I’m not going to go into specifics about the plot, but I was spoiled early on about Viola. It didn’t ruin the story for me–I actually enjoyed it a lot more knowing who she was. I didn’t really care about Dr. Sigird or Singularity. While they’re not dealbreakers (RIP Jeanne), I was more here for the characters and their emotional journeys.
This isn’t about Viola.
This is about Luka.
Luka is, unironically, my favourite Bayonetta character. I fell in love with him the first time in Bayonetta 1, liked him in Bayonetta 2, and then fell in love again during Bayonetta 3. I was shocked at how much development he got, because he actually felt like a somewhat active participant in that story, rather than a tacked on nobody in the second who is just there because he’s supposed to.
Luka as a fae king, Lukaron? Love it. Evil Adam? Sure, why not? Big puppy? Instantly love it. Someone please give him some Excedrin wrapped in cheese, please.
Anyway, to me, it felt like he didn’t do much in Bayonetta 2. Besides giving some lore dumps, the pages scattered about, and dragging Loki up to the mountain, he wasn’t that involved in the overarching story. I can’t say the same for Bayonetta 1, and especially Bayonetta 3.
In Bayonetta 1, he was trying to find the murderer of his father, and that was resolved in that game. It’s a bit of a shame it never came up again, but it doesn’t really need to. He was someone that knew a few answers to Bayonetta’s questions, but not all of them. I liked them working together. Didn’t love him staring at her boobs near the end, but it never really came up again, so I’m chalking it up as a dubious writing choice before Bayonetta really took off.
Bayonetta 3, though? He got so much more interesting development and involvement with the plot? I was so on board with his stained-glass-Catholic-beastmode-werewolf worm, Stryder. When we found out about that in the Ancient Egypt level, I was so on board, and it tied into Viola’s pixie powers. Ya’ll, I was screaming, crying, throwing up when he said he’d always love Viola and Bayonetta. It made me hella emotional.
An aside, but I wished Bayonetta had some Lumen Sage powers from Baldur, so this was the closest thing to that for me. To me it makes sense Viola would have bits of both powers, as she seems she doesn’t have complete Umbra Witch powers, as she can’t summon/doesn’t want to/doesn’t need to summon Cheshire with her hair.
Relating to Luka’s character development is the discourse surrounding the ending. Comphet was thrown around a lot. Compulsory Heterosexuality, also known as ‘comphet’, is the assumption that everyone is born straight, or should be straight. I can understand being disappointed by the ending, but I didn’t find it to be comphet.
If you factor in the development Luka and Bayonetta have in Bayonetta 1 and 2 (irregardless if those games actually happened in Bayonetta 3 before the fact), they’ve known each other for a long time and care about each other. I was so into Bayonetta trying to save Luka at the end of Bayonetta 3 and turning him back from Stryder, AND the fact he does help you in the final boss. That is personally how I read Bayonetta 3 because I played the previous 2 games.
I would consider BayoLuka to be comphet if they had no development or chemistry whats-so–ever. But they do. Luka literally went to hell with Bayonetta at the end of Bayonetta 3 because she died. It wasn’t like they were forced together at the end to make it a happy ending. I thought she was going to be forced into a relationship with him to make sure Viola exists in the future, that’s how bad I assumed the ‘comphet’ to be. It wasn’t.
THIS IS ALSO IGNORING THE FACT HE LOVES VIOLA! YOU CAN’T TELL ME HE’D LOVE HIS DAUGHTER SO MUCH!!! The fact that he went after Viola first before Bayonetta at the end, possibly at the extent of Bayonetta’s life? Divine. I was hooting and hollering in delight watching him struggle to decide before he made his decision to save Viola. It was delightfully bittersweet and angsty. Incredible. While I’m normally not a fan of hamfisting established characters' children into media, I thought Viola was handled well. I loved her.
Like, I dunno. You can be disappointed BayoJeanne isn’t canon, but you can’t ignore Bayonetta and Luka have and had have chemistry. No one (at least, recently that I have found) bats an eyelash about Link and Zelda (and Ganon) being linked to each other by fate with the number of people that ship Link and Zelda. It just feels hypocritical in this sense with the themes of family and motherhood/fatherhood in the three Bayonetta games.
TO BE FAIR, I will admit the sudden development between them was a bit jarring, but I was into it. Again, I somewhat blame him being sidelined a bit in Bayonetta 2 overall, but I enjoyed he and Bayonetta were already familiar with each other in 3. Maybe it would have been better to see more development of them before the story took place, or in a different universe (i.e. Viola’s parents), but it’s not overly relevant.
I was scrolling the Bayonetta AO3 page and found most people shipped BayoJeanne, but found very few recent fics about Luka. Hell, I made a Luka & Viola tag. There was none! At least, maybe there were so few fics it didn’t add the tag yet.
Regardless, to me the fandom hates and is scared of Luka for basically no reason. I like Jeanne a lot, too, and she has chemistry, but crying comphet erases bisexual/pansexual people. Let alone the fact Bayonetta has 2 hands, and can love both Jeanne and Luka. I’m not sure fully where it comes from, but I am not going to let my boy be slandered on my watch. You don't think he's eating her out in hell in between being tortured? Please
TDLR: Read my fic about Luka and Viola please
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cannot stop w the yellowjackets asks just one more 😭 what are your thoughts on jackie’s sexuality? do you think her relationship w jeff was comphet? i thought that her feelings on the act of losing her virginity were also interesting. it’s not really something she wants to do out of genuine desire, it’s merely a rite of passage she wants to essentially get over with. she doesn’t enjoy fooling around w jeff and doesn’t really seem to be all that into what goes down w travis. and then the most important relationship in her life by far being shauna and there being some interesting elements in that relationship and how she goes about it/treats her.
Love the Yellowjackets asks ❤
That's super interesting and not something I've thought about much before. Not like I did a deep dive into the fandom but from what I can tell people mostly analyse from Shauna's perspective and her sexual identity. Ngl, when I saw that campfire scene in the first episode I did too. Shauna staring at Jackie and Jeff sure doesn't look like she's thinking about fucking Jeff. And I think it's more evident to look at Shauna because, well, she's still alive and actively a character. But thinking about Jackie's short life and how she never got to be herself? God. The tragedy. And we all know I love a good comphet story.
All of what you say makes so much sense. God, I kind of just forgot her scene with Jeff in the first episode where she could not look more like she's not into it. And I'm sure at least part of the intention behind it was to show Jeff being a bad and clumsy boyfriend - quite the typical teenage by - but THEN the whole Travis thing. He's the only viable option for Jackie and she could not make it more obvious that it's not about him. It's not even about him being a guy but about playing into this heteronormative idea. You're right, Jackie views it as a rite of passage. She sleeps with Travis and it's like "well that happened. cool." Again, this is mostly just a realistic portrayal of the first time not being nearly as magical as it's built up to be and Jackie's circumstances aren't exactly the most romantic. They're stranded in the woods and a cult is forming, she doesn't care about Travis as a person and it's his first time, too, so it's not like he can amaze her with some hidden talent. It's... fine. The symbolism of it mattered so much more than the act itself.
To be fair, that's often how sex ends up being, particularly this ever-mythicized concept of virginity. But if we put the puzzle pieces together then we soon see that there's actually not much of Jackie's own desires in her sexual encounters. I don't have a way of tying them to this thought process coherently at the moment but I also want to mention two more puzzle pieces here. One, how Jackie almost taunts Shauna with virginity up until she finds out about the pregnancy. It's kinda fucked up and we love her for it because, the way I see it, Jackie is trying to elevate herself above Shauna by making it clear that she has Jeff back home and though they haven't had Sex™, hand and mouth stuff is more than what Jackie knows of Shauna's sexual history. (Also, what Jackie and Jeff do is sex, it's just not heteronormative society's idea of it but I digress.) So this tells us the importance she places on these outdated ideas regarding sex and it tells us that, in true Quinn Bee Quinn/Santana comphet queen Loez fashion, sex is but a tool to her.
The other piece, and I have less of a way to tie this to comphet, is Jackie dying within ~24 hours of losing her virginity. If I'm remembering correctly, that is. Because she and Travis sleep together, hell breaks lose, and Jackie sleeps outside the next night, right? Here she was, having been obsessed with the elusive status sex would grant her since the pilot. Trying to elevate herself through Jeff but feeling insecure about not having had Sex™ yet, her insistence that she would not die a virgin. Something that only really manifests once she finds out about the pregnancy and therefore Shauna having had sex, mind. These two are so obsessed with each other, I can't. And Jackie's infatuation with playing into heteronormative ideas is even present in her slut shaming of Nat. But like you say, it's never genuine desire we see from her. It's not that Jackie wants to take charge of her own sexuality and live a little before, well, you know. It's that she wants to conform so bad and so her approach to Jeff and then Travis becomes mechanical. This is what I'm supposed to do, but is this how it's supposed to feel? And I hazard to guess that the answer is no.
It's yet another super fascinating piece of the Jackie Taylor story. I'm not sure I'd definitively say it's comphet but that's certainly one reading of it, and a very valid one at that. Jackie is so deeply ingrained in these ideas of "proper" society and strictly adhering to society's rules gets her killed. Maybe there's a metaphor in there about embracing true desires and giving society the finger, who knows. But Jackie's story is complete the way it is, tragic fate and all. Well, that said I'm so hoping for more Jackie, through flashbacks and hauntings and we might even learn more about her inner world in upcoming seasons. I wouldn't want further exploring Jackie to take too much away from the already busy story of two timelines and many mysteries, but a girl can dream. I think there's so much more to be done with Jackie even if she's dead and gone in both timelines now. That's what girls who haunt the narrative are for!
I'll also just say that the reason why the Jackie and Shauna relationship works regardless of who thinks there was something romantic/sexual there and who doesn't is because it's so much more intricate and deep and unknowable than that. They're one of the best examples of teenage female friendships I've seen because it's so true to life, to have that deep bond that's lowkey fucked up and maybe psychosexual but just such a part of you. It really goes beyond the simple terminology fandoms usually use to describe their ships, and I know I sound pretentious but I just love it when a dynamic is more than "and they loved each other and we wanna see them get together." No! Jackie and Shauna will never be together but Jackie will never leave Shauna! Jackie's whole entire life will never not be encapsulated best through Shauna! They were best friends and they resented each other at times! It's the essence of two teenage girls being best friends. In extreme circumstances, obviously.
#FASCINATING#i want to study her like a bug#i know misty is that character for most of the fandom and i get that very valid#but i'd be happy just playing around in jackie's psyche#yellowjackets#yellowjackets asks#jackie taylor#shauna shipman#anon
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(Is Kat from The-Kittens-Of-Vol-Tron Gotta do this on my main)
You can answer them all here or break them down how you like :3
- How did these two idiots get together?
- Who realized they had feelings first? Who said 'I love you' first?
- Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon?
- is Keith more likely to steal Lance's clothes or is Lance more likely to steal Keith's clothes?
- Fav AU for klance (or top three)
- Fav Klance headcanon (or top three)
- Would they get matching tattoos or stick with matching jewelry
- Who would propose first? Or same time?
- Fav klance fanfic (if you have one)
I may send u more if I think of some, hope your flight goes well <3
KAT TY FOR ASKING ILY!!! my flights went pretty well, but dear god am i stiffer than a fucking plank of wood. aside from that, i could honestly talk for hours about these two for hours. days. weeks. i can't shut up about them. it's a curse that will be gleefully shared with everyone now 💖
1. i don't have one specific point in their timeline where i think they get together, but i am SUCH a sucker for it starting with a spur-of-the-moment kiss, messy but impossibly honest! a product of an overflowing heart and thoughts that always orbit frustratingly and undeniably around the other!! i'm sitting here sighing dreamily over the thought of wide eyes and tingling lips, the clumsy confessions that tumble out afterward and the rush of realizing the feeling is mutual. they're SO in love! (they always have been!!)
2. okay. OKAY THE ANSWER IS TECHNICALLY BOTH BC I LIKE READING BOTH SIDES OF THIS, BUT. for today, my answer is: keith realizes his feelings first bc lance's middle name is comphet. he only dreamt of kissing keith, his RIVAL, because sickman-what's-his-name-freud cursed his dick for making that one joke about eating oedi-pussy (pidge proceeds to threaten to clobber him for not even remembering the scientist's name if he was gonna blame him for something as stupid and scientifically impossible as dick-cursing). but once lance realizes his feelings and they get together, he'd absolutely say "i love you" first. he would say it so often that he jokes about wearing it out, but keith would softly smile at him every time. he could never get tired of hearing lance say it.
3. hehehe. >:3c kosmo is the biggest spoon, they draw straws to see who gets to wake up with all that wolf fur on their back-- (jk, i'm weak for lance simply being Held. i don't care if i headcanon him taller, he deserves to be embraced.)
4. see, lance STEALS the clothes. it is a vicious, premeditated act of flagrant theft. he shows NO remorse and thinks the irritated growl keith uses to (fruitlessly) hide his furious blush is the sexiest thing known to man. keith, on the other hand, is prone to dressing in a fugue state. if he just happens to ACCIDENTALLY acquire articles of his boyfriend's clothing? well, that's lance's problem! if keith just so happens to reap the (completely unintentional) rewards, good for him!
5. i've never read a good one but i like roleswaps or personality swaps!! (the personality swap rewrite of the pilot sitting 90% complete in my google drive doesn't count because it is, according to my expert opinion, not very good either!) bodyswaps are pretty fun too, and ngl i'm weak for whatever the hell that lovebug au stuff i see on ao3 is.
6. my favourite headcanon (BESIDES the fact that they've been mutually pining since, like, season one) is that a part of the other just lives absolutely rent free in their heads. not in an especially romantic sense or anything, they just think of each other often, and it's as common and unextraordinary as breathing. for keith, he can't see rain without thinking of lance and how he mentioned he missed splashing in puddles. childlike joy and simple wonder are LANCE things, and whenever keith feels them for himself, he feels closer to lance because of it. for lance, keith really does just live in his head. he starts off as an envious idol for his own success during their garrison days, but he later grows into something like a guiding light: after all, how could lance ever lose himself if he's managed to better himself enough to stay at keith's side? (also lance is taller and keith is either half galra or half vietnamese, depending on the au. i make the rules!)
7. (trying SO hard not to say matching jewelry bc, ffxiv tangent warning, my wolship has a matched set of not-quite-promise rings as their Thing) klance with matching tattoos just feels right to me. like yes, they absolutely do the thing where they wear their wedding rings on chains around their necks at least once and yes, the rings are technically matching jewelry, but. tattoos. they're THERE, in each other's skin, etched there and reverently kept despite the all pain it took to make it that far. they're a part of each other!!! intrinsic and inseparable!!!!
8. LOCAL IDIOT BOYFRIENDS END UP WITH TWO PAIRS OF ENGAGEMENT RINGS AT THE SAME TIME BC THEY BOTH THOUGHT THEY HAD THE SMART AND ORIGINAL IDEA TO PROPOSE FIRST (NOT CLICKBAIT)
9. absolutely exposing myself on main here but who cares, stan unacceptable behaviour by wyverning (also not to be vain but my ao3 bookmarks are a work of art. like yeah, i'm unhinged in the comments, but i am also incredibly hilarious, actually)
wow....kinda cringe how much i had to say.....anyway stan klance 💙❤️
#ask++#ramble++#otp: the lance that's always got my back#sorry for not being able to shut up about klance....but am i REALLY sorry????#klance#i guess
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There's no I in Team, or Whatever - Legacies x Noralise!Daughter!Reader
You Have to Pick One This Time
B/m/n = biological mother’s name
A/n: i can't remember what this episode is about...
"There no I in team, or whatever, right?" Hope shrugged, glancing around with a frown as she realised you hadn't turned up to the super squad meeeting, and neither had Lizzie.
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"Y/n, come on, if I have to do this, you're volunteering." Kaleb declared, throwing a 'movie in the square' baseball tee at your face.
"What's movie in the square?" You read off the shirt, raising an eyebrow as Kaleb sighed.
"Doc said we still owed community service for last year's football game." Kaleb replied, leaving you to sigh, pausing as you glanced at your arm.
"Last year's game where she broke her arm saving Ethan's football career?" B/m/n speculated as Mary-Louise shrugged, not really caring about Ethan, or football.
"Yet he seems to have stopped football anyway..." Nora trailed off, raising an eyebrow as you glanced at your arm.
"Hey, do you remember what happened to my cast? I kept dying and reviving and one day it was gone?" You asked, gesturing to your healed arm.
"Girl, you revive in a plume of feathers and bright light, how should I know what happened to it. Just be glad your arm works, now go put on the damn shirt, we have to hussle." Kaleb replied, leaving you to huff and head to your room.
"True." Nora shrugged, but B/m/n and Mary-Lou exchanged looks before glaring at each other.
Pulling off your previous shirt, you tugged the volunteering shirt over your head, eyes landing on your ring as it sat on your desk, eventually walking over to slip it back onto your finger.
"Surprised Y/n didn't just summon it to her."
"She doesn't rely on her magic as much as she used to." B/m/n pointed out after Mary-Lou's comment.
"Game time." You mumbled, heading towards the door.
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Rolling your eyes, you shared an annoyed look with Kaleb as the pair of you spotted Lizzie and Ethan flirting.
"Do you remeber when our darling daughter had a crush on Lizzie, and now she's head over heels for Hope Mikaelson."
"The Tribrid and the Angel. If only Hope would love anyone as much as she does the felled chicken boy currently possessed by Malivore." Mary-Louise snarked, leaving Nora to hum and B/m/n to roll her eyes.
Continuing to load the popcorn machine with more kernels as Kaleb leaned against it, you listened to Lizzie ramble about how Ethan was epic romance material, but she felt nothing for him.
"How comphet of her..." B/m/n mumbled, whilst Nora and Mary-Louise exchanged confused looks. What the bloody hell did comphet mean?
You zoned out as Kaleb brought up Cleo, only snapping out of it when popcorn hit you in the face from Lizzie making the machine make a mess.
"Oh darn, I'm such a clutz!" Lizzie declared as Ethan came running.
"Popcorn is officially ruined for me." You replied, removing a piece from your shoulder as Kaleb let out a huff of agreement, walking away as Lizzie sent him on his break.
"She missed a bit on her shirt..."
"She didn't like the shirt anyway, Mary-Lou."
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You paused as you watched MG and Kaleb talking about how MG was jealous of how Ethan and Lizzie were cosying up to each other, leaving you to roll your eyes as you realised Kaleb thought MG was stressed about Lizzie. But you knew the truth, because you had seen Ethan and MG kiss before MG compelled Ethan to forget everything.
Pulling at the candy floss, you grimaced as it began to stick to your fingers.
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"This movie sucks... and Hope is blowing up my phone with texts?" You murmured to yourself, removing your phone from your boot to glance over your messages.
"Oh, crap. You've got to be kidding me!" You whisper-yelled, glancing around frantically for Lizzie, only spotting Ethan unconscious in the undergrowth of the town square statue instead.
"Any idea what's happening?"
"Do we ever have an idea what is happening, my love?" Mary-Lou admitted with a sigh.
"MG, Kaleb, little help over here!" You whisper-yelled, moving the undergrowth so you could to Ethan.
"Y/n, go with Kaleb to find Lizzie, I'll take Ethan back to the school." MG explained, leaving you to nod as you hurried after the monster with Kaleb, leaving Ethan with MG.
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"What is this, Salem 1692?" You joked as Kaleb tackled the creature, speeding it into a wall as you ran to Lizzie.
Your mothers snorted with laughter at your joke, watching the ongoing scenes in amusement.
"Y/n, Ethan's hurt-"
"MG's already on it- oh crap, that thing has super strength!" You realised, turning around to spot the monster break free of the restraints Kaleb had bent from an old pipe.
"I'd say language but this is far too interesting to interrupt." B/m/n whispered, wishing she had popcorn or some other snacking food in that moment.
"Kaleb! Y/n!" Lizzie yelled as Kaleb was sent through two walls of drywall, and you were barely not getting crushed under the monster's arm.
"What took you so long!" You snarked as a braided rope wrapped around the monster's arm, revealing Hope on the other side.
"Yeah, she got that snark from you two." B/m/n concluded as the three of them watched Hope turn the monster back into Clarke.
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Leaning against the vending machine, you sipped on the crappy vending machine tea as you waited for Hope to exit Clarke's patient room at the hospital, trying not to eavesdrop on Lizzie and Kaleb in the process.
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"Hey, what's- okay, that's an angry stride, what's happening?" You asked, ditching the empty cup of vending machine tea in the bin as you hurried after Hope.
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"What happened, what's wrong?" Lizzie asked, as she, you, Hope and Kaleb went to find Alaric.
"Malivore escaped. Actually, I let him go."
"And why the hell would you do that?" Hope snapped, leaving you to nod in agreement with Hope.
"I will tell you everything, but first, I should start with what I know about Landon." Alaric replied, leaving your eyes to widen.
"I knew you lied!" You glared, Hope whipping her head around to look at you in confusion.
"You knew?!"
"I can tell when people lie." You replied, folding your arms as you tilted your head to the side, waiting for Alaric to get on with it.
"Is being able to tell when someone is lying an angel power or a Y/n power?" B/m/n asked, unsure of what she was really asking.
"I have no bloody clue." Mary-Lou replied as Nora tilted her head to the side in thought.
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We All Knew This Day Was Coming
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Simon Snow's not good, actually bad, perhaps even traumatizing "virginity lost"
(And by extension Agatha's)
When I made the case for why I read Simon as aspec/possibly demisexual despite loving and fully supporting him unlabeled, the point was this: Simon does not experience sexual attraction like "the norm", and knowing this is helpful to understand the character. In the same vein, I feel the need to make this list to point out how there are enough clues to say what's on the title without actually saying it, and it's very possible to miss them if you're not paying attention to them (some points are my own interpretations and observations on how it went down based on what's on the text, so it gets long haha anyway):
-Simon tells Baz he was always going along with what he thought Agatha wanted, but he "always got it wrong". The relationship never felt right. Why wouldn't this include sex?
-This aligns with how Simon is very somewhat passively "this thing that has to happen/happened to me" about the relationship in general (he's even like "I waited for her to give up on/breakup with me" at one point") so
-Probably Agatha's idea, because she has Normal friends she can do typical teenage girl things with, and the subject of boyfriends and virginity likely came up.
-The Wellbelove home is sort of Simon's hetero cage: it's a place were expectations of heteronormativity where inescapably voiced, it makes Simon uncomfortable, reminds him of expectations he failed to fulfill and it's associated with internalized homophobia. (I elaborate here) it probably happened there.
-Probably happened late in the relationship. Simon says "we were together for a long time" as an explanation. Meaning they likely waited "as long as they could" before expectations and curiosity won out. It likely contributed to driving them further apart, hence Agatha running after Baz trying to get kissed that 7th year. Like "she has already tried it all" the "right way" and she didn't like it/wasn't feeling it, so time to look for a spark "the wrong way" (going after "the bad boy" lol)
-The fact that Simon even felt like he had to explain it, and that he said it like he was sorry about it feels indicative of Simon feeling like he did something wrong, or that he did something that wasn't really a good idea (or both).
-Simon erases experiences that were bad, traumatizing and/or a source of great discomfort from his mind. He never gets even close to thinking about this, to the point you wouldn't think it even happen until Baz actually asks him about it.
-Remembering the experience (and thinking about what that means for his sexuality) clearly causes Simon great discomfort, to the point he starts to self-harm (pulling hair, kicking walls etc).
-"It was fine. It was sex" is the closest he gets to saying something not negative about it and still... it's not positive. It's dismissive as hell, it's Simon still avoiding thinking about it (like telling Baz "he didn't like him in 5th year, he doesn't even like him now..." despite being unable to put 2 thoughts together without thinking about how much he likes him like an hour ago at most. He's bullshiting).
-This experience is the main thing Simon uses to argue against him being bisexual, and thinking about it (after having a better understanding of how attraction feels, because he's sure he feels it for Baz, he's "the only person he has ever wanted", just that morning he woke up aroused by Baz's smell and proximity) makes him realize he didn't experience attraction for Agatha. And this is with Baz kinda encouraging him to admit it was good and that surely sex means attraction (which isn't necessarily true, it doesn't apply to comphet and aspec folks), but that just pushes Simon to finally voice no, he wasn't attracted and that he wasn't into the whole relationship either (what he liked about her was that he didn't like her, he wasn't invested)
-Lack of attraction and reacting negatively when thinking about the experience is... well. That just has to suck ass.
-Given how bad Simon can be about understanding and untangling his most complex reactions and feelings, if there was even a little, tiny bit of good in that experience, would he be able to look back and realize his lack of attraction? Or would it be more likely if there was general discomfort?
-When he's making the conscious decision to have sex with Baz, he's "too turned on to think" "so in love" and he "actually wants to do this". A comparison to that time with Agatha starts coming up before being quickly pushed out of his mind because "it doesn't matter", but the way the paragraph is structured lets you know what goes unsaid: that experience wasn't like that (he wasn't excited, wasn't in love, didn't actually want it).
-Simon makes the UTI comment when Baz is trying to leave the bed. When Dr. Wellbelove gave them the talk it's likely he just focused on protection and avoiding diseases, and it's very likely Agatha used that to leave without hurting anyone's feelings/forcing anyone to process anything.
-Heteronormativity along with them being casted as hero and damsel/prize is relevant here, because sex in this context is often presented as a prize she has to give him (Agatha was always "playing along" her role until she finally exploded) and as something he has to want, he has to like. There's definitely pressure here. There are also assumptions that hormonal teenage boys have to be into it, no matter the context. Bullshit to begin with, but also clearly not appliable to Simon (thinking about it/trying to process it has him self-harming!). He isn't a regular hormonal teen boy (his displays of attraction include "going apeshit" and "pulling an honest to god sword on his nemesis") and he just doesn't experience attraction like the "norm" (his "baz-sexual" comments are a whole aspec experience I tell you). (Also general pressure to lose your virginity before becoming an "adult" and other related bullshit coming into play here)
-There is such a thing as a negative orgasm. It can happen to anyone when forced to go through the motions (Simon's exact words, he wasn't into it!) of sex. Basically you can make the body get there, but it isn't pleasurable, it doesn't feel good. At worst it can even feel painful. It doesn't affect you physically, but it can affect you emotionally and mentally. It can also cause discomfort, make you upset, irritable, frustrated, emotionally detached, etc. At least 3 of these apply to Simon just thinking about the experience. Just something to consider. (Although I don’t think either could get off in anyway, or that it would be possible for Simon. Also see: arousal non concordance)
-If we were to talk about the traumas/issues getting in the way of Simon being intimate with Baz, we would have quite a list. I would add Simon's negative past experience here. Based on how he forcibly pushes it out of his mind ("it doesn't matter"), and how even the memory of it puts him in a negative emotional state, it's fair to conclude that there's unacknowledged, unprocessed, and downplayed trauma there. He has forced himself to go through the motions once, and it didn't do him any good, and now he just can't do that again. Especially not now that he actually wants it, that he's so invested and feeling so much he doesn't know what to do with himself.
-Simon's traumas/issues with touch hardly started in WS. The events of CO made it all worse/gave him NEW traumas, and his feelings for Baz/how much he wants him overwhelms him. But even if he was never overwhelmed with Agatha because he didn't have feelings for her, it's unlikely that he was able to make himself go through the motions without issue. Baz is a natural caretaker, and he's very attuned to Simon, so he can tell when something is wrong (and when in doubt, he proceeds with caution). It's possible that Simon could've dissociated on his first time, but Agatha wouldn't be able to tell/deal with it because she's not attuned to him, and would have "enough on her plate" at that moment. Given how his mind works, it's also possible that when he thought about it, he mostly remembers how he felt (awkwardness, discomfort, mechanically going through the motions, etc) but can't remember much of what actually went down.
-When Baz takes a jab at him (because he's jealous) "Does Wellbelove? (appreciate a job well done)" Simon gets angry, but he sorts of freezes there. Baz recognizes he's out of line and backs off, but Simon's reaction seems to indicate a sore spot. Maybe guilt and inadequacy because there was not "a job well done". Maybe also sensitive because the person he wants to have sex with inadvertently reminds him "he's shit at it". (Relevant here again is Simon saying "he always got it wrong", and also downplaying it as "he's just a shitty boyfriend" as he did with the whole relationship, instead of processing what was wrong and why)
-Agatha doesn't think about it either until she sees him half naked and remembers kissing his chest. It happens in a clinical setting (reminder of comphet when Simon was getting ready to get his gay wings cut off, but Simon is in distress and the setting is both detached and upsetting. Also relevant is this ending with Simon running back to Baz) and even then, Agatha's main emotion about it is "weird". And she doesn't go beyond that! It's like they both silently agree to pretend it never happened.
-Reinforcing the previous point, Penny doesn't know about it, and she was the closest person to Simon. So they never talked about it, and probably never behaved in a way that had Penny like "yeah they're totally tight like that". (their early CO scenes truly ooze uncomfortable/awkward energy) And Penny only wonders because of general assumptions. (whenever she's on the subject Penny's like "you're terrible for each other, why did you have to fuck with the perfectly good friendship we all have here") (You know what else Simon doesn't really talk about with Penny despite their "no secrets pact" during CO? his traumas, the upsetting shit he doesn't want to process. That kinda stuff)
-A general observation: the naked male chest is probably the most neutral ground to go about it (especially without mention of nipples) (reminds me how anime is often erasing male nipples when they don't want to "sexualize male characters" haha). Below that you can hardly avoid the most "sexual parts". Above that you get too close to "emotional investment" (Simon kisses Baz all over his face when they're together in bed, talking, to express affection). Not saying the chest can't be sexualized or used to show affection (Baz kisses Simon's chest when they're cuddling) but based on everything else here, including how mechanical they're about the relationship... who wants to bet it was either delaying or Agatha trying to help Simon because he had trouble "getting there" in the most detached way possible.
-Related: Baz is the only person Simon opens up to on certain issues, like with his previous relationship. In awtwb we see Baz trying to get Simon to communicate more, and he usually gets him as close as Simon can get to processing his shit. So his conversations with him are very revealing, even if it starts or end with some bullshitting lol that's when Simon gets the closest to saying how he really feels, the closest he gets to untangling his messes and reaching some clarity (feeling wrong in the previous relationship, not feeling attracted, not being into it etc)
I'm probably forgetting something, but there's so much going on there, and as a someone who's bi and also falls somewhere on the aspec spectrum, and is generally interested in what sex can reveal about people, I have inevitably given this a lot of thought lol
#simon snow#agatha wellbelove#baz grimm pitch#pennelope bunce#carry on#simon snow trilogy#awtwb#wayward son#snowbaz
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January 2023
new year new me!! at least that’s what i’m telling myself. i’m writhing on here mostly for my own mental sanity, and because now i don’t have anyone else to talk about it really
i got broken up with. i’m trying to process all my thoughts, gather my emotions, and basically express how i feel. i’m definitely having two reactions, but obv the sad one is overwhelming the other part of me (the sagittarius part i call it) that is a bit relieved. okay. so about two weeks ago i started noticing that he/things were a bit off. i said “okay probably just my mood due to not being on meds anymore.” i didn’t say anything because i wanted to avoid facing reality; things were stale. our last two dates were fine, at least i thought. today two things happened that felt off. one was that he started eating his food before i got mine, and the other was that he didn’t want to go watch puss in boots with me. fine, okay whatever, take me home bc because i have work tomorrow. i wasn’t upset, i understood that we both have work in the morning. we takes me home, parks, and says “i have something to tell you” AWW HELL NAW. thought in my head; this could be 1. scary, telling me he wants to take things the next step or 2. end things. WELPPP it was 2. he stated that he needed a break, reason being he needs to work on himself. i say okay,, and start asking him questions bc i cannot be left contemplating what could’ve ACTUALLY be the reason. states that he has “outgrown” our relationship. BRO we’re both 23 and goofy asf, wym outgrown gtfo. okay, next. states i don’t fit the “ideal partner” he has for himself. says my style, personality, and hair doesn’t correlate with what he’d want in someone. LMFAO. i’ve known my style is funny, i call it emo grandma core- which i’ve made very aware to him in the past that that’s just who i am. okay, whatever. basically grass is greener reasoning. what else is out there? welp, how he can go find out. it sucks being broken up with for the third time. i give shitty men so many excuses and end up being the one hurt. we both agreed that we were glad that this happened now instead of way into the relationship. i know some of the reasons were because of external factors of myself (ex: fashion), but i genuinely believe that this is just a reflection of him. when will you find someone that checks all the boxes? hardly ever. compromise is big, especially when you claim to “love someone.” i basically embarrassed him. this has made me realize that 1. i need to seek someone who loves me regardless of how i look and 2. understands that the “perfect” match isn’t realistic, love is something you work for. i understand that this was his first relationship, and i’m happy to have been his first, and thankful for the fun dates and cool experiences. now it’s time to heal and move on. I did want to talk about the side of me that i like to refer as my sag side, the side that fears commitment and wants to run away. this side is relieved that this is over. mostly because i didn’t really feel that i loved him as much as i tried convincing myself. i enjoyed the sex, that was fun, but i didn’t really feel the love i felt for my previous partners. at moments i questioned whether i even liked men, yet ive never had feelings for women either, so comphet can’t be the answer. now that i’m not in a relationship, my sag side wants to hoe out but i need to be safe about my hoeventures.
i know i need to heal first. these next couple of days will suck. i told him i wouldn’t block him, bc i’m not a petty person and still care about him. we hugged, kissed, he went in for longer which i backed out of. i feel used. used for sex. the way he groped me throughout our date, for him to later tell me he no longer had feelings. i think his excuse was stupid, but i understand that he still needs to grow. i have therapy on thursday, so hopefully i’ll be able to process some of this. i’ve grieved a lot this past year, and it hurts so much to add on to the table. but i’ll be okay, i always have been.
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I love that Richy is so shallowly open. He's mysterious even though he seems the most lighthearted. The juxtaposition of it all
Jessy works for his mechanic garage, and they're friends, but she doesn't know what he does outside of work. She knows he's funny and you can't take him seriously for a second. It feels like Richy has a wall between himself and everyone else
He fights with his father, frets over his mother who is hinted to have dementia or alzheimers. Feels stuck with his father's failing business that he picked up. Obviously traumatised but that's a given since I love him sm 🙄
Richy has the air of a perpetually unsure or anxious person, he over explains and uses the most emojis. He finds communicating difficult, he repeatedly forgets how to say something straight up without floundering. He's so good with disabled and ill people. I honestly think he may have ADHD
He has such a small town sweet guy persona, and you see past that at the end after all of the mystery drops away. He still meant well, he still only wanted the best to happen despite it all. When the worst happened, he was mortified. Terrified of what this could mean for him, his family, his friends
And I think about how much MC scares him. Here's this person on the outside, working with a hacker, getting the group closer and closer to the truth. Finding all the leads that will eventually lead straight to him. But he can't hate MC. Hell, depending on how you play he probably admits to Jessy that he has feelings for MC. Here is this person threatening everything, his life, and he still fell in love. Drives me fuckin looney.
Which, to add to this layer, Jessy the person he has feelings for at the start of the game. He either tells her or makes it obvious to her that he fell for MC. What the fuck!! That's so much. Makes me crazy
Idk. I can't or don't want to sleep and I can't stop thinking about this
Also he's gay, big imo. Repressed, closeted, small town gay who hates his dad and experiences so much comphet. Doesn't understand the feeling he feels for Jessy is particularly strong want for platonic closeness, especially since he's not particularly close with anyone
I mean. He fell in love with MC after a few conversations, I don't get "I have a lot of close relationships and experience with romantic intimacy" from that personally
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