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i think at this point i have to add lee as a familial fave but 😭 seeing any media of him ever just makes me so sad
#personal#BOTH dream sequences in BOTH seasons made me cry don’t @ ME 😭😭😭#game: [x] i’ll be strong. [y] i don’t want to talk about this. [z] i miss you lee.#me: *SMASHES that Z button!!!!!!!!* 😖😭😭#i also miss kenny i just KNOW he would have made every situation 50x worse but 🥺 he’s family </3#i’m on the last episode of the final season and NO i’m not OK!!!!#AJ. PLEASE STOP YELLING AT ME 😭 spoilers for the final season btw ————-#i’m sooooo torn on that choice when AJ is like i need u to trust me to decide when i can and can’t kill someone#like obvi i want to trust u AJ but you’re a CHILD????#i don’t like the way he talks about murder and i KNOW it hurts him that i chose to not trust him on that#but like? you are still SO young AJ you shouldn’t and can’t be making decisions like that 😖#AND THEN JAMES DYING GODDDDDDD I CANT CATCH A BREAK IN THIS SERIES HUH#anyways. BACK ON TOPIC. i’m going to add a lee tag dw guys i am NOT doing ok 😃
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Oblivious
Valkyrae (Rae) x Reader (Gender Neutral) ft. Corpse Husband
Warnings: None
Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)
Summary: In the most desperate of times, we may or may not be used to hearing the phrase ‘Beggers can’t be choosers’ which is exactly why Y/N’s found themself asking the most hopeless of cases when it comes to love and romance - Corpse, for help.
Requested by Xara. Hi darling! Thank you so much for this wonderful request you’ve sent me - I love writing for Rae (excuse my bi excitement, I’m just a HUGE simp) and I can’t thank you enough for giving me the opportunity to do so. Sorry it’s been two months since you requested this but here it finally is and I hope it makes up for the wait. Love, Vy ❤
“Corpse, I’m in desperate need for help.“ I don’t even bother with a friendly or even polite greeting. Being best friends for as long as we have, Corpse and I excluded the politeness that comes with phone calls a long time ago, especially when calling with an emergency. Though, let’s be honest, if I’m calling him on the phone and not on video chat like I usually do, it is an emergency.
“Given that you’re asking me, I can imagine how desperate you are.“ He has the audacity to laugh in response, causing me to roll my eyes.
Now, don’t get the wrong idea - I love Corpse with all my heart. Him and I have been through A LOT together considering we know each other since we were teenagers. However, there are some instances in life when he simply doesn’t get me. Not that he doesn’t try to, he does and does so very hard, but he rarely succeeds. Trying is what matters, of course. Given that he is my only close friend, I can only ever turn to him with my problems though I try my best not to bother him too much, but when things get REALLY tough, I can’t help but go and vent to him. Luckily, he’s always been very understanding, but it may be because he feels like he owes me for all the times he has turned to me with his problems. I’ve tried to explain that he shouldn’t feel such a way, but that’s rather hypocritical of me cause I feel the same way.
Alright, enough digressing, back on track!
“Desperate doesn’t even begin to summarize how I feel.“ I sigh, plopping down on the couch in my living room, kicking my feet up on the coffee table as I cover my eyes with my hand. “Brutally miserable is, I think, the correct term to use here.“
I hear Corpse let out a quiet ‘oof’, one I think he hoped I wouldn’t hear. “And what led you to finally give in and ask for help, not that I can offer you much?”
I can’t help but snort at that, a snort that serves as a replacement to slapping myself across the face. “Rae texted me yesterday asking if I’d like to play Minecraft with her and I took THREE HOURS to respond! Not on purpose, I just couldn’t think of something good to say!” I know I sound like a whiney kid, but I think I’ve passed that threshold LONG ago. Of course, this whiney kid version of me only surfaces around Corpse and Corpse only. No one else is allowed to see me like this or that would legit be the end of any sort of pride I may have left in me.
“You mean you couldn’t choose between ‘Sure, I’d like that!’ and ‘Of course, I’d love to!’? Please say yes.“ Corpse already sounds disappointed and he hasn’t even heard the worst of it yet.
“No and sit tight, it gets worse. I...“
He cuts me off, “Wait, no, don’t say it. Let me guess - you turned her down? Keep in mind if you say yes I’m hanging up on you.”
I remain silent, pinching the bridge of me nose and cringing as hard as my facial muscles are willing to allow. I can’t say yes, not cause he’ll hang up but because admitting it makes it more real, and the more real it is the more depressed it’ll make me and I will go back to being a self-deprecating mess that refuses to be productive or properly functioning - aka ‘Whiney Kid Maximum’.
“I’m hanging up.“ Corpse says after waiting five seconds for my response that only comes in the form of dead silence which is more than enough of an answer in and of itself.
“No, please don’t!“ I squeak out despite my agony, “I’ll never break the cycle if you don’t help me, Corpse! I’m a hopeless case!“
“You’re a hopeless case with or without me, Y/N.“ He states, angering me ever so slightly. “Not only cause you really are, but because I have nothing useful to offer you. Not even a single advice. Even if I did, giving it to you would by hypocritical when considered how bad I am on this field myself. Hell, the very person you’re head over heels for is my personal matchmaker. If anything, you should be asking her how to swoon her...“ He pauses.
So does my brain.
For a second we’re both quiet, the silence on the line suggesting big plans are being developed - well, not on my end but still.
“Now there’s an idea...“ He mutters more to himself than to me.
“No!“ I shriek fearfully, “Please, if you love me even the tiniest bit, Corpse, don’t put me in a situation where I have to be alone with Rae! Not IRL not in a Discord call - not in ANYTHING. I close up and end up seeming unfriendly and rude because of my inability to talk to her like a normal human being! I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I just can’t do it! So please don’t make me.“
I maybe can’t read minds, but hell if I can’t at least have a rough guess of what’s on my best friend’s mind - I know he’s already scheming and coming up with odd solutions to my problem - some of which will cause me more problems but let’s not even mention those. That being said, I need to prevent him from actually carrying out any of his absurd schemes, otherwise it’s game over for me.
“Hmm, ok fine, but only cause I wanna spare you your own awkwardness. Consider it charity.“ He sighs, the disappointment even more evident now.
I sigh too, but I do so in defeated relief. It’s bittersweet, to be honest. “Thank you.”
“Don’t.“ He says sharply, “Don’t thank me. It’ll make me feel like I’m encouraging your behavior.“
Well, screw my feelings, I guess. I’m left on this battlefield alone, aren’t I?
Corpse hanging up the call confirms that I am, indeed, alone.
* * *
“Hello?“
“Are you still in bed, for the love of God? It’s noon!“ Not only did he have the audacity to wake me up with his phone call, but now he has the audacity to judge me on my sleeping habits as well. Some darn nerve he has.
“What do you want, Corpse?“ I grumble out, groggy and now grumpy too. The last thing I need is the only person I can turn to turning on me. Especially not now. I don’t need his or anybody else’s judgement of me or my life, it’ll hurt too much.
“I want to know how long you haven’t showered, Y/N.“ He barks back, causing me to roll my eyes. “And when’s the last time you actually ate something healthy and nutritious and not just greasy takeout?”
“I showered last night!“ I straighten up and frown, feeling offended despite his questions being justifiable. I think that’s exactly why I’m pissed off, to be honest - he knows me and my habits too well. “And you’re just being hypocritical on the eating part!“
“Whatever.“ He mutters, allowing me to feel at least a tiny sense of victory for having proven him wrong, “Get your ass up and come play Minecraft with me, you need to be cheered up asap.“ He continues, much to my dismay. “And don’t even think about saying ‘no’. If you do, just remember, I have your address and a strong will to kick your ass into shape.“
“Into shape? We’re going to the gym or something?“ I’m honestly confused and intrigued now. Maybe the gym isn’t such a bad idea, I’m sure I could become really good friends with the punching bag.
Corpse sighs exasperatedly in a way I can basically hear him roll his eyes as well, “Not that kind of shape, Y/N. Just get on Discord, seriously, I’m worried about you.“
That sentence strikes a nerve. Something about that genuine concern in his voice reminds me that I still need to move on from focusing so strongly on just my failures, no matter how big or small, and keep pushing forward, if not for myself then for the people who care about me. For Corpse especially, seeing as how he’s sort of been my babysitter ever since my feelings towards Rae started to consume me whole and suffocate me. I don’t know how or when it happened, in fact I can best describe it as the Titanic: I was doing ok and then instead of hitting an iceberg the iceberg of feelings hit me and I started sinking. Corpse was there to offer me a hand to help me keep at least my head above the surface. He can’t pull me out of the water but he’s not willing to let go either. I’m afraid holding on like that will tire him out to the point of letting go of me completely, but I’m afraid of sinking too. You see my dilemma here, no?
“Ok, give me twenty minutes.“
I would have probably continued sleeping or just chilled on social media, refusing to get out of bed for at least another hour, but the debt I feel towards Corpse is stronger than the desire to be a slob so I motivate myself with every power my fragile mind can fish out of the void and push the covers off me, shivering at the drastic change in temperature around my body now that I’m exposed to the rather cool air in my room, my pajamas hopeless at providing me with any warmth.
Twenty minutes later sharp, I’m seated at my desk, in front of my computer with my headphones on, taking one last encouraging breath before entering the call where Corpse is waiting for me.
“Yo.“ I greet him half-heartedly, drawing invisible abstract patterns on my desk with my finger as if I’m avoiding eye contact with him IRL.
“Glad to see you haven’t lost your sense of punctuality at least.“ He chuckles, sounding a lot more pleasant and a lot more like my friend Corpse and less like sergeant Corpse Husband who was speaking with me on the phone earlier.
“Very funny.“ I murmur in my now common brooding manner, “Anyway, enough about me, how are you doing? Anything interesting happen since we last spoke?“
“You mean in the past ten hours? No, nothing interesting apart from that I managed to catch a few z’s.“ He replies as I join the Minecraft server, managing to get a smile out of me.
“Hey, that’s nice to hear! Good for you, Corpsie.“ I say, honestly proud and happy for him.
“Yeah, and just so you’re not calling me hypocritical on the topic of eating, I’m currently cooking myself lunch.“ He points out, now just straight up peacocking, “On that note, I got a pot on the stove so you’ll have to excuse me for a sec.“
“Please go. Don’t set your apartment on fire the first time you cook” I snicker, leaning back in my chair and fetch my phone to kill the time while he’s gone to tend to whatever attempt at a meal he has prepping in his kitchen. I feel bad for his stomach, and his kitchen, already.
“Corpse? Hi!“
Oh no. No, no, no, no, no - tell me that was an auditory hallucination and I didn’t actually hear that just now! TELL ME!
“Rae?“ I blurt out, almost falling backwards out of my chair, eyes wide, jaw hanging slightly.
Just then I get a text from Corpse:
Consider me dead and carry the convo. I know you’ve got this, Y/N
Oh that prick is gonna get it!
“Y/N? Hi! Sorry, Corpse didn’t mention you’d be playing with us, but it’s so nice to be hearing from you! It feels like it’s been forever.“ Rae replies, cheery and enthusiastic as ever, just like the absolute sweetheart she is.
With Corpse absent from his position, without his metaphorical hand holding mine, I’m metaphorically sinking and drowning. Maybe the drowning part isn’t so metaphorical after all, considering I actually am drowning in all the thoughts produced by my mind at the moment. A mind that’s going completely haywire, might I add.
“Hehe, well, funny thing, he didn’t tell me you’d be playing with us either.“ I chuckle anxiously, already breaking out in a nervous sweat. I solemnly promise to kill Corpse first chance I get, that way he’ll at least be dead for real.
“He set us up, huh? What’s his game, where even is he?“ Rae asks, properly confused as she should be.
All on-point questions, hun. And I can’t answer any of them logically.
“Um, you know, he’s off doing...something.“ And there go my conversational skills out the window, I hope they send me a postcard one day.
“Whatever, enough about Mr. Ominous. Tell me, what’s been keeping you busy?“ Oh crap, this is the question I’ve been fearing. Mostly cause I’m not prepared for it. “Actually no, let me rephrase: Why have you been avoiding me recently?“
‘Oh crap’ squared. Tripled.
“Whaaat? Avoiding you? Where’d you get that idea?“ I’m aware of my high pitched voice, but it’s not like I can do much to tone it down. Every part of me is in critical panic mode and rationality has accompanied my aforementioned conversational skills out the window.
“I don’t know, Y/N. Ignoring my texts, leaving me on ‘Seen’ and then declining my offer just to accept the same one coming from Corpse - can’t really blame me for finding it shady.“ She replies, her words making me wince and hide my face in the palms of my hands as though it’ll shield me from Rae’s brutal honesty and forthrightness.
“I’ve been...bad at replying to everyone lately, nothing personal, I swear.“ Yeah, that sounded convincing, good gosh-darn job, Y/N!
“Why’s that?“ Something about her tone suggest she knows I’m lying and is just humoring me and my agony. I don’t know if to thank her for it or wish she’d just rip off the band-aid and confront me head-on. In that case I’d have only one of two options: freeze up or spill my guts. Honestly, I don’t know which is worse. “I thought you’d reach out to me, given you’ve found yourself in a pickle.”
I frown, confused and wary like I’m walking on thin ice over a pool of sharks, “Pickle? What pickle?“
“Corpse mentioned you needed dating advice.“ She replies simply as though it should’ve been obvious and as if it’s the most casual, regular and normal thing. Little does she know...
“Um, yeah, I guess you can call it that.“ I murmur sheepishly, my cheeks reddening.
“Who’s the lucky girl?“ She asks, the excitement now replacing the previous suspicion she was fronting, making me nervous as hell.
My heart skips a beat, “How’d you know I’m crushing on a girl?“
“Uh...“ She stumbles over her words, pausing to collect her thoughts and formulate a response, “Corpse told me!“ When the reply finally arrives it’s as high pitched as mine was earlier, suggesting something ain’t right.
I stay quiet, my mind and heart racing which is quicker. My leg is bouncing, my fingers are tapping the keyboard rhythmically as I rack my brain, pushing it to put the pieces of this enigmatic puzzle together, connect the dots.
When it finally does, I’m left with a horrific end-result, a realization that makes me go pale as a ghost, “He told you who said girl is too, didn’t he?” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. I keep the tone low so she doesn’t notice how shaky it is.
It takes her a few seconds to reply, but when she does I kinda wish she hadn’t, “Maybe...”
My first instinct is to excuse myself from the call, pack all my kitchen knives and drive to Corpse’s house but with my limbs having lost any and all feeling in them that is practically impossible. So, I settle for my second instinct which is hiding my face in the palms of my hands as though they can shield me from the immense embarrassment Corpse has set me up for.
“Listen...“ I start, not sure where I wanna go with this, “You don’t have to say anything, I get the hint. No need to bother with a gentle reje-“
“I like you too, Y/N!“ Rae cuts off my rambling with a melodic laugh, “I’m sorry, but you can be very oblivious sometimes, and I just wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine for a bit. Sorry if I freaked you out.“ Judging by her tone, she’s not sorry at all. In fact, she’s one step away from bursting out into laughter.
“Trust me, ‘freaked out’ doesn’t even begin to describe it.“ I sigh, exasperatedly, sinking into my chair alike a deflated balloon. “You and Corpse are gonna pay for that heart attack you led me to the brink of!”
This time, she doesn’t hold back, letting out the laughter she’s been holding back this whole time, “I don’t know how Corpse will do that, but could I pay my dues with a brunch on Friday?”
My eyebrows shoot up, “Miss Valkyrae, is this you asking me out on a date?“ I ask teasingly - aka with more confidence than I feel.
Please say ‘yes’. Please say ‘yes’. Please say ‘yes’.
“I don’t know, what do you think, Y/N?“ She asks, tone just as teasing as mine.
“Hey, I’m not as oblivious as you claim I am!“ I argue light-heartedly, “Does 2PM work for you?“
“Any time works for me.“ Rae replies, a smile blatantly evident in her voice. A smile that unleashes a flock of butterflies in my stomach.
And just like that, I have a date with the girl I’ve had a crush on for the longest time. It happened so fast it’s practically a blurred part in my mind, but one thing I’m sure will be crystal-clearly imbedded in my mind forever is that brunch on Friday. Just then, I get yet another text from Mr. Schemer himself.
That wasn’t so hard now, was it?
Some nerve he has, I swear to God.
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Mat’s Types, or On Tricksters
I recently made a joke about Mat's 'type' essentially being the Shadar Logoth dagger, and while I stand by it, I also think there's a lot more to it than that. I believe Mat actually has two types, which is entirely appropriate for a trickster archetype. One of his types is playful, joyful, generous people, who reflect his early- but persistent- personality. The other is sharp, powerful, existentially dangerous people, like the person he becomes over the course of the series. Like a raven- itself a trickster figure in Haida storytelling- Mat is attracted to shiny things, mirrors, and death.
But first, some definitions. I'm calling Mat a trickster archetype, so what is that? The trickster archetype is built on a kind of dual contrast. To trick someone, you must change things in a surprising way. Tricksters introduce chaos into an ordered system, or reveal order in what was thought to be chaos. (It's not surprising, or a change, to add order to order, or chaos to chaos.) So tricksters are transformational, liminal figures, who defy expectations and subvert the preexisting order- but who therefore *require* predictions and structure to have any kind of impact or meaning at all. Playing a game requires there be rules; revealing a loophole requires there be a contract.
Within this definition, there's still a huge range of characters you can call tricksters, and it's useful to categorize them across spectrums. One axis of a trickster is "effectiveness", which refers to the trickster's ability to effect change; this is 'incompetent to competent', 'foolish to canny', 'harmless to dangerous'. Another axis is "motivation" which refers to the trickster's ethical structure; this is 'good to evil', 'generous to selfish', 'just to unjust'. There's another kind of axis that's related to motivation, which I'll call "comprehensibility", and which refers to the trickster's transparency of motive; the range there is 'knowable to unknowable', 'familiar to alien', 'clear to mysterious'. If you wanted to chart them all I'd make effectiveness the horizontal x-axis, motivation the vertical y-axis, and comprehensibility the z-axis perpendicular to both of them, but this is starting to get into 'gesturing at the wall map with crazy eyes' territory and I'm mostly just going to be talking about effectiveness and motivation anyway, so let’s move on.
Tricksters can be foolish figures, always getting caught, often the butt of their own joke. That's our early impression of Mat- a prankster who never really seems to get away with anything, or a fool caught in a trap of his own making. Mat is also generous, insofar as he has apparently been rescuing people his whole life, plus he's very 'easy come, easy go' about money, and has a decent instinct for gift-giving, whether those are compliments or actual physical presents. He has a strong sense of justice that puts him at odds with people who have (unearned) privilege and who are abusing power, and he loves verbally trapping people into confronting their own hypocrisy.
He keeps these traits throughout the series, but he also develops ones on the opposite side of the axes. Stealing the Shadar Logoth dagger is the catalyst for Mat's development from 'harmless, benevolent trickster' to 'dangerous, morally complicated trickster'. It literally overwrites first his personality, and then his memories. While he gets the personality back- sort of- he never gets the memories back, and his quest to do so sets him on the rest of his path.
By the end of the series, Mat has undergone enormous trauma and developed a much stronger sense of self-preservation. He becomes a canny and multi-talented figure, a brilliant tactician and strategist, a dangerous enemy to have. He's most selfish and cruel when under the influence of the Shadar Logoth dagger, but it turns out he's also never been in the rescuing business for free, he wants to be needed and will get a little pissy if he isn't (although to his credit, he respects people's wishes if they say they don't want to be saved from themselves.)
His greed for adventure and shiny things was what got him into trouble with the dagger, and he never quite loses his appraiser's eye (or taste) for luxury goods. And Tuon is entirely right to name him 'Devastation' or 'Ruin'; he's constantly blowing things up, killing enormous amounts of people directly or by proxy, and while everyone in this series commits war crimes, he's got the dubious honor of having another character (Teslyn) actually say to his face, "You know you just did a war crime, right?"
Mat spends the early books- when he's in good enough health to do so, and has the opportunity- pursuing women, wine, and song, and I mention them all together because that's the vibe he's going for. Mat genuinely loves flirting and dancing for their own sake, as fun things to do with receptive people, and that extends to sexual activities as well. It's a joyful, generous, playful way of interacting, and Mat's joie de vivre seems to attract people with similar attitudes.
Yes, Mat sometimes puts his foot in his mouth, but he's not actually disrespectful of anyone else's agency, so he's doing better than the rest of the Two Rivers boys. He doesn't make assumptions about whether there will be a next interaction or not, or how far each interaction will go; each step is negotiated with input from both players, which makes it a kind of game. Mat doesn't have long-term relationships with these fun, playful people, but he's not looking for that, and neither are they.
The other kind of people Mat is attracted to are what I'll call 'dagger people', who are sharp (smart, competent, possibly literally an edged weapon), powerful, and existentially dangerous. It is *possible* that Mat might have acquired this taste without the Shadar Logoth dagger's influence. He likes battles, he likes adventure, he generally treats women as respected equals, he might have gotten to 'date a woman who can kick your ass' all on his own. But Mat loved that Shadar Logoth dagger, they had a whole entire fucked-up relationship, and when they broke up he got a bunch of rebound knives and also some sharp, powerful, and existentially dangerous people's memories shoved into his head. Like calls to like, blood feeds blood, etc.
And boy, does Mat find these ladies, or more accurately, boy, do these ladies find him. Case in point: Melindhra, the sexy darkfriend Maiden of the Spear. I think Aludra partially fits, too- sharp, confident if not powerful, dangerous (though not so much to him as like... the world.) Mat isn't pursuing or attracted to either Joline or Tylin, but they also fit this description, and they definitely pursued him. (I'd love to add Lanfear to the list of 'dangerous ladies who made passes at Mat' but I can't quite do it with a straight face.) I don't think Mat's thing for dagger people really reaches its full flower until he starts getting to know Tuon, though.
Mat spends much of the series looking for both his types, and tends to find either one or the other, but not both in one person- until Tuon. Like Mat, Tuon is actually both these types in a sometimes uneasy coexistence. For all their many differences, they think about each other much the same way. They both find each other very layered and confusing, but also are surprisingly quick to trust each other, which is striking in people who are very suspicious, in a fraught situation, and on opposite sides. I think most of the reason they trust each other is because they have the same very contractual personal honor system, where 'my word is my bond'. That's a trickster thing; tricksters have to keep some kind of rules, or how else will they play games and know whether they've won or lost? But their rules can be hidden or idiosyncratic (that's the z-axis, comprehensibility) as you see in 'bargains with the fae'-type situations. Personal honor is also a feature of royalty, though, where the personal and political are bound together, and a person's promises can be treated as legal contracts, as well as honor-based societies in general.
Mat and Tuon take their promises to each other very seriously, but are also always both looking for loopholes so they can get the upper hand. They also are both following the script of prophecy, which I mention because they both devote a lot of time to subverting their own expectations about how exactly that prophecy is going to play out. Mat buckles down and says “I’m going to make this come out in my favor somehow, even though it’s not what I wanted,” yet he’s still surprised at how and when Tuon completes the marriage ceremony; Tuon does not find Mat anything like she expected, and she also is surprised at her own feelings for him. Near the end of the series, they take a break from playing tricks and mind games on each other, and instead bluff everyone else on the battlefield, tag-teaming their trickster powers for one last surprise attack.
Ok, so how is Tuon Mat’s first type, playful, joyful, and generous? She loves playing games with Mat, both actual literal games like stones, but also their weird flirting/power plays. She's super competitive, because anyone who wasn't who was in her shoes would be dead, but she's a good sport, "satisfied when she wins and determined when she loses". She's also got "mischievous" smiles, and turns the tables on Mat in a super trickster-y way, writing the letter that puts everyone in the circus under her protection except for Mat and his crew; which means he and his coterie are still 'not safe' and thus he has to keep travelling with her rather than bringing her back to Ebou Dar right away, by the terms of their promise.
Mat gives us really lovely descriptions of her in moments of joy, and one of the first things we learn about her is that her genuine smile makes her look completely different from the normal Resting Bitch Face she affects for self-preservation reasons. She's generous in the sense that she's (often) willing to consider other points of view and give people second chances, when others in her position wouldn't and don't. She has the generosity of privilege, which I admit is not the most laudable form of generosity, but it's still a form of generosity. She also has a natural compassion and merciful impulses that have been trimmed and hemmed and twisted into only the forms her society deems socially acceptable, but they're still there.
I have less of a job to do proving that Tuon is a 'dagger person'. You remember how I joked about 'sharp' meaning 'literally an edged weapon'? Well, I don't know how else I'm supposed to interpret "Tuon’s right hand swept across, bladed like an axe, and struck [the footpad's] throat so hard that he heard the cartilage cracking". SHE'S LITERALLY A WEAPON. MAT HAS FINALLY FOUND A REPLACEMENT FOR HIS SEXY EVIL KNIFE. :') She's also super smart, super canny, and a snappy dresser to boot. She's one of the most powerful women in the world, and by the end of the series Mat is absolutely into it. (The bit where he's like "She's so good at giving orders! *heart eyes*" is simultaneously hilarious and alarming. I get it- I simp for Kuvira from Legend of Korra, I can't throw stones at anyone who’s like ‘hot evil Empress, please step on me’- but there's a time and a place, Mat.)
And, of course, she's an existential threat to the world, Mat's family and friends, and (theoretically) Mat himself. The Seanchan Empire, despite not being bigoted towards the Tinkers and having pretty good gender equality, is committing massive human rights violations left and right, thanks to the slavery, channelerphobia, and imperialism. As a tool of the Empire, unless he works on extricating himself, Mat's going to be culpable for that (he already is, really, but it could be worse), which is a stain on his soul that I don't think either he or the readers want. Being a tool of the Empire is an existential threat to Mat's idea of himself as an independent agent and good person, and I guess also an existential threat to his life since he's getting all those assassination attempts from his coworkers. (I am excluding Tuon from the assassination attempts; as I've mentioned in a previous essay, her threats to Mat are not serious and are in fact a form of deranged flirting.)
Tuon and Mat are both dual-axis tricksters, in their way. Tuon- or I should really be saying, Fortuona, Lady Luck- is more on the bringing order to chaos side, and Mat falls most characteristically on the bringing chaos to order end of things. But they switch roles- Mat shores up the proper order of things when he reminds Tuon to keep her promises, and Tuon is often a chaotic influence at court, with her mercy or willingness to change her mind. They also both understand what it's like to be both a person and an archetype- Mat worries about losing his individual choice and freedom by becoming a hero, and Tuon worries about becoming too vulnerable and individual to be the strong and impartial hand she thinks the Empire needs.
They've also both experienced their instincts and worldview being overwritten by external forces; for Tuon it's been happening since birth and she's almost entirely embraced the process; for Mat, it was the consequence of a choice he made and he fought it every step of the way. They have very different responses, but they've experienced weirdly similar 'erasure' experiences. And they both have good and evil impulses entwined in complicated ways. Tuon is a survivor and a monster; a preserver and a destroyer; a person and an empire. And Mat builds a relationship with her when- and because- he accepts that he is both a lover and a fighter; generous and thieving; a person and a weapon. You may not like it, but this is what peak narrative compatibility looks like.
#wheel of time#wheel of time meta#meta#mat cauthon#tuon paendrag#mat/tuon#problematic fave tuon#trickster#tricksters#'I had more thoughts on my one-line joke so here is a follow-up essay' should be inscribed on my tombstone#it's about the ARCHETYPAL DEPTH#RJ gave me a 7-layer-dip of mutually reinforcing thematic parallels and my poor little 14-year-old literary tastebuds never recovered#mat/dagger
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Can I request sth more fluffy? Middle of the night cuddle with my boi Tim and fem!reader (*^*). You wrote some good spice now can I ask for some sugar?
Christmas party
Tim drake x reader
Christmas series 1
It was a cold still night in Gotham. One where the moon was visible and the air was crisp. You snuggled under your blankets on your with your heaters on high but you had a bone chill that wouldn’t disappear easily. You shivered and wished Tim was there.
He had patrol. The city never slept and this was a prime night for crime. It was a perfect night. Or a Gotham perfect night anyways. He had given you a quick kiss and literally jumped off your fire escape. Your scream was caught in your throat as you watched him rappel away. It never got easier to watch. It didn’t help you sleep either.
Your eyes finally started to get tired and your comfort watch-a-hundred-times Netflix show wasn’t holding your attention anymore and you fell asleep. The street below was surprisingly quiet even.
You woke to the sounds of something or someone outside your window. You couldn’t see out because of the closed curtains. You quickly looked at your clock. It was only 2 AM. He was usually out until 4. You reached for the bat you kept by the bed and quietly stood up as the window opened. Your heart beat quickly and you clenched the bat. Tim had been very certain that you should swing on sight of an intruder. Use the element of surprise.
Legs slid into your apartment and you swung. Hard. A soft “oof” sounded and they grabbed your bat.
“Sunshine, it’s me! It’s Tim,” he whispered loudly. You relaxed. “Good hit though.” Groan.
“Sorry Timmy! Are you okay?” You asked turning on a lamp. He stood in his suit, his cowl still on. He pulled it off.
“I’m fine. I’m just glad you protected yourself,” Tim said pulling off his suit. He put it in the hamper and came up to you. He gave you a little kiss. You moved to hold his hips and he hissed and pulled away. You pulled back.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just kinda got shot today,” Tim answered lightly and you gasped. “It didn’t go through the suit though. I’m fine. Just a bruise. Not even a bone bruise. I swear.”
You looked at him in the lamp light and there was a blue bruise forming on his hip. “Timmy, what happened?”
“I didn’t duck,” he joked and you blanched. “Just some drug dealers. Red Hood was there and he took care of it. That’s why I’ve got the night off. Not the bruise. Sorta the bruise,” Tim grimaced as he climbed in bed.
“Red Hood then shot out their kneecaps and said that he’d shoot any criminals on sight if they were out tonight. Said it was ‘fucking Christmas so go the fuck home.’ So B thought it was best to have the night off of Red Robin,” Tim said laying flat. Your eyebrows rose at that one. He tried to hide a tiny groan as he adjusted to be more comfortable. You laid beside him careful not to touch him.
“Does this hurt,” you asked, gently leaning against his arm. You’d rather full on cuddle but you didn’t want to hurt him. Tim moved and pulled you close to him from the waist up.
“I’m okay. Don’t worry about me. It’s late. Let’s get some sleep,” he said rubbing his thumb on your back. You rested your head on his chest.
“Yeah, but I’m definitely worried about you because you got shot. Please, be careful,” you pleaded. He had a hard time looking you in the eyes. Guilt over making you worrying was a bitch.
“Of course, always. I’ll at least have patrol off for a few days. Give me a kiss,” Tim said hopefully. You leaned over and kissed him delicately like he was breakable. He was so strong but still only a human.
“If anything happens to you, I’ll beat Batman up myself.”
“That’s the nicest and most ridiculous thing you’ve ever said. We’ll hang out tomorrow, before the Christmas party, okay Sunshine?” Tim said with his eyes already closed. He was severely sleep deprived and wasn’t going to be up much longer.
“Sure, Tim,” you whispered as his breathing evened in sleep.
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All morning, you both laid in bed and watched tv. Tim tried to get a little handsy but his hip was in more pain than he had anticipated and one touch by your hand had him almost jumping out of the bed in pain. It really was black and blue. But this was a rare moment to just cuddle with him and you weren’t missing it for the world. Tim was on the phone most of the afternoon.
The weather had changed from nice to sleet but the time you were getting ready for the party. You had changed and were finishing your look. Tim was throwing on a sweater and watch you had gotten him for his birthday. He pushed his hair back before it flopped right back in place.
“You’re beautiful,” he said suddenly like he was finally watching you. He meant it as a compliment but it came out almost like ‘who knew?’ You gave him an eyebrow. “You know what I mean. You look great tonight,” Tim said with some pink around his cheeks.
“Thanks,” you said giving him a kiss on the cheek. He groaned and wiped the lipstick off his pale skin. You smirked. He walked over to the coat rake with just the slightest stiffness to his walk to show how bruises up he was.
“Are you ready? Don’t forget your coat. It’s nasty out there. I think we might have to stay over at the manor tonight,” Tim said grimacing. “It’s okay right now but if it gets worse..”
“You sure?” You asked. You didn’t want to miss it but if the weather was awful you didn’t want to chance an accident.
“Yeah we’ll be fine. I can drive through just about any weather,” Tim said with a wink. You grabbed your coat and left.
Nude hose was a bad idea. It was frigid outside. You should have worn the fleece lined thick tights you had considered as you were shivering in Tim nice red sport coupe.
Wayne manor couldn’t come in view fast enough and you happily ran up the stairs and in the house from the parking garage. Tim chuckled and then grimaced when he tried to catch up.
“Careful on your bruise,” you reminded him. He nodded. The house was much warmer than outside. Alfred warmly invited you into the study. Bruce, and Duke were already hanging out. They were talking about movies and Tim jumped in. He didn’t get much free time but when he did, he was a huge nerd.
Damian and his friend? Girlfriend? Walked in and started playing chess.
Dinner was served in the dinning room. Alfred always made amazing food. A traditional mushroom soup. Apparently Bruce’s mother had it as a Christmas tradition and, while the boys barely touched theirs, Bruce happily enjoyed it.
You saw Jason and his date before he cleared his throat from your seat at the table. Alfred was so happy and quickly ushered them to their seat at the table. Tim held your hand as often as he could as the meal continued. His long fingers stroked the inside of your palm in a soothing way. Whether it was for you or him, you couldn’t tell.
Down at the other end of the table, Dick said something loudly and it took you a second to realize what was going on. He was proposing. Tim had a little smile as Dick stuttered his way through his words. That was new.
She looked at the box in shock. She wasn’t going to say no was she?!? You couldn’t handle the stress and you gripped Tim’s hand tightly. Dick literally pleaded for an answer and that broke the spell she seemed to be under and she said yes.
Kisses. Applause. Champagne.
Tim lightly squeezed your hand that you had relaxed and he smiled at you. You both were young enough that a proposal wasn’t an awkward thing to watch. You were seen as just too young. Dick and his new fiancé retired for the night and the party was moved to the parlor.
You sat on a stool by the billiards table. Tim and Jason immediately began playing a game while you talked to his girlfriend and Cass.
“So if I win,” Jason said a full hour later. By this time, Damian’s girlfriend had fallen asleep on his shoulder and Bruce had announced the storm too bad to travel. “I get the penthouse.”
“Sure Jay. That’s Bruce’s. But I’m willing to gamble it,” Tim said throwing his hands up at the ridiculousness.
“I accept terms,” Bruce said. Both boys looked at him surprised. “Whoever wins gets the penthouse.”
Jason narrowed his eyes at Bruce and Tim gave you a wtf look but neither questioned the decision. Jason played seriously. He was a natural. His rough upbringing had him playing pool in many hazy bars as a kid as well as the occasional trip to a bar on the weekend he enjoyed regularly. Tim just didn’t have time to play games. Plus he had a nasty bruise on his hip. Jason won the game easily.
“So the penthouse is mine?” Jason asked. Bruce nodded and shrugged. Tim softly coughed in his hand.
“If you’ll live in it,” Bruce said. Damian was carefully carrying his girlfriend upstairs.
“Deal.”
“Deal.”
“I guess, deal?” Tim said confused. “Though you should owe me. You’re the one that got me shot.”
“What?! You got him shot?” You asked loudly. Tim blanched.
“Not my fault,” Jason defended.
“Literally your fault,” Tim countered.
“What did you do?” Jason’s girlfriend asked looking at him suspiciously. He offered her a sheepish smile.
“I might have said ‘what are you gonna do, shoot us?’ I meant me. Not Tim! He also has a bulletproof suit,” Jason said.
“That’s not in the report,” Bruce said slowly and both boys flinched.
“Good night everybody. Merry Christmas,” Jason said pulling his date from the room.
“We’ll talk tomorrow,” Bruce called down the hall. Everyone else took it as a cue that the party was over.
You moved upstairs to Tim’s old bedroom. A My Chemical Romance poster and Dragon Ball Z poster hung on the back of his door as the only personal items. You smirked at him when you saw it.
“I forgot that was there,” Tim groaned reaching for it. His pale skin was flush with embarrassment. You grabbed his arm.
“Leave it. It’s cute. It’s got personality,” you said with a laugh. He rolled his eyes.
“Yeah. A complete nerd,” he said looking away.
“And you think you’ve changed since? You wear Spider-Man boxers under your suit sometimes,” you whispered in his ear.
“How do you know that?”
“When I pull them off of you..” you winked.
“Speaking of, having a hot girlfriend isn’t exactly nerdy,” Tim said getting a little handsy.
“Are you trying to get laid in your childhood bedroom?” You asked fake scandalized. He pulled you closer.
“Maybe.”
“Very nerdy to try and get in my pants right now with anime posters on the wall, Timbers,” you said pulling him towards the bed and into a kiss before he could protest.
#fns#dc#Tim drake#tim drake x reader#red robin x reader#Red Robin#yum#Tim drake fluff#timothy jackson drake#red hood
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𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒘 𝒂𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕 ; 𝒄. 𝒔.
*i’ll name him bruce
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
he changes completely. if you’re fucking somewhere else, he’ll carry you to the bed, clean you up, and wait for you to sleep. if he’s feeling extra romantic, he’ll invite you for a shower and it’s actually really nice because he’ll hold you like you’re made from glass. he’s such a sweet bear.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
he loves all of you, he really does, but your pussy is something else. he loves her, he treats her right, he treats her like the naughty girl she is. on him, he doesn’t have a favority body part.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
it’s his mission to make you cum. he will make you cum, don’t even stress about it. he may cum first, but you will cum. he feels like a man’s moral obligation is to make his woman cum every time they fuck.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
he wants to watch you and another woman fuck. no, he doesn’t want to be involved, he wants to see it.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
contrary to ‘popular beliefs’, he only has sex with the person he’s dating. he’s had a few serious girlfriends, so he’s doing very much alright.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
missionary and doggy, his favorite combo, valedictorian, a fancier version of the missionary, table top, and the upstanding citizen just because he’s fucking strong.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
nope! he’s serious, very in the moment.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
the funny thing is, he learned to do a fade between his body hair and his pubes. it’s actually impressive!
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
he’s a very ‘in the moment’ man, so if he’s angry, he won’t be so romantic and intimate, but if he’s in a good mood, he’ll lock eyes with you, hold your hand, kiss you, do all that kind of stuff.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
it’s frequent, and he likes it when you’re having phone sex. (his dirty talk game is something else)
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
dom/sub (which is obvious), lingerie, anal sex, spanking... the list goes on and on.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
his bedroom, his car and his bathroom.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
he’ll say it’s your lingerie or what you’re wearing in the moment, but really is the fact that you’re in love with him, you make him happy and you accept him.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
anything that involves his asshole or that can physically hurt you both.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
he loves your blowjobs, and he can’t stress this enough. you grip on his thighs on purpose to make him moan, he’ll grip on your hair if he’s feeling rowdy. and he’s an excellent pussy eater too! he will definitely make you cum in his mouth before anything else.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
he’s a bit of both. first round is always rough and passionate, the second one is slower but still passionate. he knows you’re sensitive, so he takes good care of you (unless you ask him to fuck you even harder, he’ll gladly do it).
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
oh, man. he’s so into them! a quickie a day it’s the words he lives by. his favorites are in the morning.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
no, not really.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
he can go for two rounds, maybe three, and he usually lasts for 20 minutes.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
no, he doesn’t. he’s lowkey intimidated by them. he doesn’t mind that you own (and he shouldn’t mind!), but when you’re having sex, you don’t really need anything else.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
bruce will make you beg for his cock.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
he’s not loud, but he grunts and swears a lot and it’s so fucking hot because only you can hear him saying the filthiest things.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
normally, he calls you “darlin’” or “sweetheart” or a short version of your name. when he’s fucking you, he calls you “baby girl” and if he’s feeling extra dom, he’ll make you call him captain.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
it’s curved upward when erect.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
high as a kite. the man can’t get enough of the kitty. (that was bad, i’m so sorry).
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
embarrassingly fast. you do tease him about it sometimes and he’ll just say ‘well, it’s your fault.’
#my writings#henry cavill#henry cavill oneshot#henry cavill imagine#henry cavill x reader#henry cavill x you#henry cavill smut#captain syverson#captain syverson oneshot#captain syverson imagine#captain syverson x reader#captain syverson x you#captain syverson smut
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D E F G H I J K L M N O P, Q R S T U V, W X Y and Z 😇😉. I sung the alphabet while writing this as well 😂. You don’t have to answer all of them though, just pick which ones you want 😊.
🤣🤣🤣
D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.
My fandom life would be easier if I liked Heathstrid at least a little bit... But I can’t and I don’t really want to, either...
E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?
The oneshots Spin The Bottle and Pick Me Up.
F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?
Given that I only learned about the existence of fandom as a concept in late 2016, the longest I’ve ever been in a fandom is roughly 4,5 years.
G - Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it?
Many! Currently it’s Hiccstrid and Hicretstrid. And maybe a little Zelink. But thinking back, I think my very first OTP was when I was around five years old. From the Captain Tsubasa anime series, Tsubasa and... I don’t even know her name... 🤣 There was this girl who always cheered him on and was his no.1 fan. ANd in hindsight, I think I also shipped Tsubasa... with nearly all other players, mainly, Taro Misaki, Jun Misugi, and Kojiro Hyuga. 🤣
H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., TV shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)?
TV-shows, mostly. I prefer the visuals over books and I prefer the slower development over those in movies.
I - Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?
Not caused me to stop liking them. But in some cases (ATLA and TDP, to name two) it raised my expectations so high that, when I finally got to dip into them, I was rather underwhelmed. It also didn’t help that I already knew the ending and some major plot points. If there’s one sure way to dampen my excitement it’s spoilers.
J - Name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over Tumblr. (You don’t have to care about it or follow it; it just has to be something that Tumblr made you aware of.)
Supernatural. Pretty much all other fandoms I dip into occasionally, I knew at least a little before. But literally everything I know about Supernatural is from seeing posts here. 🤣
K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?
I can’t think of an individual character right now, but in general an arc I like is someone (re-)learning to trust.
L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. (Characters you’re neutral about are fair game, as are characters you merely dislike. Characters that you absolutely loathe with the fire of ten thousand suns are exempt, as there is no point in giving yourself an aneurysm over a character that you hate.)
Snotlout has a great relationship with his dragon. Valka, too. Gobber and the twins are always fun, in their own ways.
M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.
Already answered before.
Hmm... First, I wanted to say Astrid. And I'd enjoy having her as a friend, as someone to challenges me to be more active, to work on my skills and someone to talk.
But I think, I'd enjoy being friends with Hiccup, too. I'd like to brainstorm ideas, ponder over inventions and exchange ideas. Geek out about dragons!
N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).
Acceptance, respect, and some common sense. But that’s not just fandom...
O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?
My very long list of favoured songs randomly gave me 9 Crimes by Damien Rice. There once was an absolutly stunning AMV with this song about the TV-show The Legend Of The Seeker, The Sword Of Truth (based on the books by Terry Goodkind). I was deeply in love with Richard’s and Kahlan’s relationship, and with Cara on a general level. That AMV featured them all, and I loved it!
P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).
Oh, oh, oh, oh! I just thought about this modern meet-cute AU for Hiccstrid a few days back, might as well write it down here. (And will also copy it over into an individual post, I think...)
Hiccup is a single father of a three-years-old daughter. One day, he meets Astrid in a supermarket; she’s in front of him at the check-out and when he hears her voice, he’s stunned. Because he knows her voice, hears it every day. Because she lend her voice to one of these talking toys for toddlers.His daughter’s favourite toy.
Hiccup always liked that toy best, too, because it didn’t sound as annoying as most others. Pleasant even. When he sees and hears Astrid, he recognises her voice in an instant. He jokingly thanks her for making his days more bearable. She’s confused, who is this weirdo? So he tries to explain. “The toy. My daughter’s toy. It’s your voice. A pleasant voice. I listen to it every day.” He keeps getting weirder, stammers, turns red like a tomato, until he eventually just flees, wishing a hole would open up to swallow him, that was so embarrassing.
Meanwhile, Astrid is touched. Knowing that there is at least one little girl who likes the toy she helped create. And her father, apparently. Who had been cute. In how shy he’d been. And how excited. She’s sorry he left before she was able to talk to him and thank him.
Over the next days, Hiccup would think of her a lot. Every time he hears her voice again, he’d think of her. Her face. Her smile. Until they, eventually, meet again... ^^
Q - A fandom you’ve abandoned and why.
Answered before
None, really. There are several fandoms I grew out of, like Sailor Moon or Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne. But I wouldn't say I abandoned them. I still enjoy seeing content about them.
R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?
Those of the rider with their dragons. Hiccup&Toothless. Astrid&Stormfly.
S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)
Pretty much all of my headcanons are about Hiccstrid in one way or combination. One of my personal favourites is that Astrid has a tiny birthmark on the back of her neck. She doesn’t even know it’s there, she can’t see it and it’s almost always covered by her hair anyway. But Hiccup knows it’s there. And he loves to place a kiss on it. It tickles and would always make her giggle. And she smells so nice.
T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?
*snorts* No. If there are people who don’t share my headcanons, then... they don’t have to? I can live and be friends with people regardless of whether we share the same headcanons or not. And if people keep attacking me for mine, I’ll just block them and walk away. Arguing about something like that is not worth my time.
U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.
Astrid. HTTYD.
erm...
uh...
I really have difficulties thinking of favourites from any other fandoms here! xD
uhm...
Princess Zelda from Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild
Kaladin Stormblessed from the Stormlight Archives.
I might have a type here. Brave, strong, not always easy to deal with. Fiercely loyal. Stubborn. Proud. Honourable. that’s all three of them. ^^
V - Which character do you relate to most?
Same answer as the above, mostly. I think I already wrote a long answer to a similar question once. 🤔 I relate to Astrid in many ways. Loyal and reliable, not always easy to approach, often prefers to deal with her problems on her own instead of asking for help.
W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom.
Anything jealously, especially it being portrayed as a sign of love or dedication. But also love triangles. Unnecessary.
Another thing I don’t like is when there’s a misunderstanding and they argue about it and get angry and yell and have a huge falling-out... when it all just boils down to them not listening.
X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.
Answered before.
Forbidden Romance. In any form. I just love the angsty tension it brings without the characters fighting or arguing about misunderstandings.
Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)?
Supernatural, ATLA, TDP, MCU.
Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go! (Prompts optional but encouraged.)
With all the critical thinking that’s encouraged in fandom culture, I wish more people would remember Ratatouille and this quote by Anton Ego.
“In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face, is that in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so.”
-- Anton Ego (Ratatouille)
Or at least respect it. It’s called entertainment and not lecture about every little detail that is wrong with other people’s opinions. I get why it’s important to look deeper and question meanings and intentions, I really do. But sometimes, I’d prefer to at least occasionally just enjoy something without getting lectured by others for it.
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Thank you! 😘💜
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For the trans asks! 1, 6, 14, 18, 25, 41?
1. How did you choose your name?
So the majority of people in my life call me either Em or EJ, though some people still call me Emeline (which is my given name). I don’t think I’ll ever consider it a deadname, because I do have some attachment, but I think the nicknames Em and EJ suite me better. People are welcome to use any of those options. While I’m particular about people getting my pronouns right and using neutral- or masculine-coded language, I’m kind of shrug emoji when it comes to names.
Em is actually largely @meyerlansky‘s doing (still suspended, rip), because they just... have a tendency to shorten people’s names and started calling me Em several years ago. And it just caught on! Particularly among online friends or mutual IRL friends, I looked around one day and was like “oh huh, a lot of people call me Em now, don’t they?”
EJ has a bit more of an intentional story behind it: I first thought of EJ back in mmmmaybe late 2018? I saw a post on tumblr that was like, “I think it’s cool how there are a couple different Categories that transmasculine names tend to fall into” and listing those out. And one of them was initialisms—with examples like AJ, CJ, TJ. And I noticed, you know, J is always the second letter. And EJ is ACTUALLY MY INITIALS. And I just instantly felt really good about that, because here was a Very Gender Neutral Name, but it still already felt like a name I’d had my entire life. It was fresh and familiar all at once. It fit into this J pattern while also still feeling unique, because EJ is not as common as other -J initialisms. I first tried it out when I started going to a trans group IRL, so I have an entire trans friend group that only calls me EJ. The majority of people at work also call me EJ—similarly because nicknames just spread sometimes. I left my official documentation under Emeline, but mentioned to a couple people that I also go by EJ and then I blinked and almost every single person I work with calls me EJ.
Both Em and EJ amuse me, because I’m surprised at how easy it is for people to pick up a nickname. I’ve found that people adjust to using a different name WAY more easily than they adjust to changing pronouns? Which is on the one hand an interesting observation, but on the other hand, it’s unfortunate because I CARE MORE ABOUT THE PRONOUNS PEOPLE USE THAN MY NAME
6. When did you realize you were transgender?
Short answer: 2012. I was a sophomore in college and one day I found out some people actually want to be their assigned gender?? I had thought we were all just miserably putting up with it.
(There’s a longer answer here about realizing my gender in 2012 but then spending years and years overcoming my internalized guilt about “not being trans enough” and constantly moving my own goal post of “well I’m not trans enough because I don’t do x” and then doing x and going “OKAY BUT I HAVEN’T DONE Y” and then doing y and going “YEAH BUT I DON’T DO Z” and then wanting z and finally realizing, hey uh, how many times are you gonna move this goal post and also you’re eventually going to run out of goal posts—and finally having to go OKAY FINE, YES, I’M TRANS ENOUGH. I’M OUT OF EXCUSES TO INVALIDATE MYSELF.)
14. How long have you been out?
2018 was the first time I started telling people directly to use they/them pronouns for me. (I know, I know, took SIX YEARS RIGHT? But processing that is what my therapist is for.) But before that, I was definitely like in that vague place of “blogs about gender feelings and nonbinary stuff often enough that everyone who follows me like probably knew for a number of years before I said anything directly.” But in 2018, I was finally being Concrete and Direct about it, put it in all my socials, etc. Then in 2019, I came out to my parents and at my job for the first time. So officially, 2–3 years overall!
18. How does your family feel about your trans identity?
If you asked them, they would tell you that they love and support me and they’re proud of me and they fully accept my identity.
If you asked me, I would tell you that while they do love and support me, trans stuff is COMPLETELY BRAND NEW to them, so they don’t always know the right ways to show that support. It’s one of those “sometimes I wish it didn’t take work, but I know they’re trying and they mean well” situations
They ARE making progress, albeit more slowly than I’d like. Neither of them had ANY IDEA what I was talking about when I first came out. They very much... did not understand what I was telling them. So I made them both read a very good book on the subject, which they did read, and that helped lay some groundwork.
My dad has been consistently good about using neutral language from the start and as of a couple months ago started consistently using my pronouns! My mom still has not used my pronouns ever, which is kind of a bummer because she’s had... two years. She’s at the stage of “notices when she gets it wrong” or “aware enough to avoid pronouns,” which is better than not noticing at all, but it’s still not as good as getting it right. iT’S A PROCESS. I’m trying to be patient with it. They mean well. But god I wish it could just be easy, like a light switch.
I still haven’t told them about my plans for top surgery. I’ve been putting off that conversation for....... months. It was actually the “pin in that for next week” comment to my therapist when we were wrapping up. But like, IDK IF YOU’RE STILL WORKING ON PRONOUNS, I FEEL LIKE “SURGICALLY REMOVING MY BOOBS” MIGHT SOUND LIKE A LOT?
25. What do you wish cis people understood?
I MEAN, QUITE A LOT. But if I have to get specific, I wish there was more understanding of why pronouns are actually important. I get the sense from a lot of cis people who are older and who don’t have a lot of understanding about queer stuff to begin with, that they think of pronouns as like “something they have to be PC about” and if they use the wrong pronouns I’m going to be mad and offended and they’re going to be sent to pronoun jail by the language police. Like, people approach pronouns by thinking “I need to remember that she uses they/them pronouns, so I need to only call her by them/them pronouns.”
But actually, I’m asking that they stop seeing me as a woman. I don’t want a linguistic bandaid slapped over internal misgendering. If you can’t internalize that I’m not a girl, then pronouns will continue to be a struggle. I’d rather people call me the right thing than the wrong thing, but I don’t want to only be called the right thing. I want to also be seen as the right thing, too. It’s like one of my friends had a coworker call them by the wrong pronoun and the coworker came to apologize and then was like “alright, see you later girl!” with apparently no cognitive dissonance whatsoever. Pronouns are important, but they’re also not JUST language. Pronouns are important because they signify seeing people authentically. I want people to get my pronouns right, but I don’t want getting my pronouns right to be ALL that people do.
Also, the idea that trans people are “angry and offended” when you misgender them because everyone is so sensitive and political correctness has gone too far, instead of like “it’s a painful reminder that you never get to just exist as your gender the way that cis people do, that no matter what you do there are always people who’ll use the wrong pronouns—sometimes unintentionally, sometimes intentionally, and it’s death by a thousand cuts” is a whole other rant I could go on. But if I get into how the myth of trans people being “easily offended” is dangerous, unfair, and untrue, we’ll be here all day.
41. What is the place (blog, website, forum, IRL space) you get most of your info on being trans or on trans related things?
When I was first starting out, I did—for better or worse—get a lot of information from tumblr. On the one hand, I can’t shit talk, because it did allow me access to information that at the time I couldn’t find anywhere else. On the other hand, tumblr is often an ugly place for information (and whatever nonbinary discourse and misperceptions might exist now, it was 38475785 times worse in 2012. good god. just fuckin wall-to-wall trusc*m). I can’t tell you how many “HOW TO PASS AS A MAN (FTM)” articles and blogs I read back in 2012 as well. I absorbed any information I could find about anything, anywhere, because it was not as widely available.
In the interceding years, I feel like I don’t know exactly where my information comes from. I just absorbed so much of it, wherever it could be found, that I don’t have a strong sense of where it comes from. I’ve watched countless “1 month on T / 3 months on T / 6 months on T / one year on T” videos on YouTube. I’ve trawled transbucket and facebook groups looking at people’s top surgery results. I’ve read lots of articles on fitting clothing and masculine style onto bodies that weren’t necessarily intended for those clothes.
Spending IRL time with trans people though has been by far the most enriching and healing, though. It wasn’t necessarily where I learned the basics like different methods of top surgery, but it was where I started un-learning a lot of the emotional baggage I’d picked up along the way.
[Trans ask game! What has been your gender journey?]
#in typical me fashion I gave you VERY LONG-WINDED ANSWERS to theoretically simple questions :p#big gender mood#smittyjaws
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Bets:
Requested: yup
Warnings: she/her pronounced reader, mentions of hickey’s because I’m gross
Pairing: Zuko x reader
A/N: so this was a request, and I’ve been really excited to make it! I hope it turned out okay! In this, you’re Zuko’s secret girlfriend, you’re also Katara’s twin. Even though you and Zuko have been acting like two fools in love lately, the gaang still seems completely oblivious to the fact that the two of you are dating. You get tired of the gaangs obliviousness, and decides to make a bet. Who will win?
~
“When the war ends, I swear, the first thing I’m gonna do is buy us a sofa,” Zuko complained, back tired and bruised from having laid on the hard dirt all day. You giggled at his statement, and shifted your legs, trying to make him lay a little more comfortably in your lap. He hugged your leg tight, pouting into it at the discomfort.
“You’ll buy us a sofa? Wouldn’t that mean we’d have to live together?” You cheekily replied, heart beating as you looked down to meet his soft eyes.
This was the first time, he had ever really brought anything with the war up. You both knew it was coming to an end, of course, you both believed in Aang to end it. But never had any of you discussed what to do after, you couldn’t keep your relationship a secret forever.
Zuko would have to go back and claim his right to the throne of the fire nation, and you had to go back to your village. Of course you missed gran gran, and all your old friends, but the thought of having to leave Zuko was almost unbearable.
“Of course we’d have to live together, don’t think you can escape that easily,” Zuko replied, tone soft as he looked up to meet your sparkling eyes.
He wanted nothing more than to marry you, he wanted you to be his fire queen, but he didn’t know how his people would react. After all, you were a water bender and you were from the southern water tribes, and not only did he have to worry about his people, he had to worry about your family too.
He knew your relationship with your siblings, especially your twin sister, was very strong, and he wasn’t ready to get his ass kicked by the water tribe siblings just yet, even though you had been acting awfully much like a couple lately.
You saw the furrowing of his eyebrows, and gently reached a hand down to cup his cheek, making him look up at you.
“What’re you thinking about? You look so worried..” you trailed off, brushing your thumb gently over the burned skin of his cheek.
“Do you think they’ll accept me?” Zuko asked lowly, eyes nervously searching yours.
“I have done so much damage to your village and your people, if it was me I wouldn’t be ready to forgive me just yet-“
“Zuko,” you interrupted, making him stop his little rant.
“It’s fine, I could forgive you, so can they,” you said, determined to keep the worry away from your handsome prince’s face.
Zuko let out a grumpy sigh, indicating he didn’t believe your statement to be completely true. You merely chuckled at his antics, and gently brushed some hair out and away from his forehead, to plant a light kiss there.
“We can’t keep it a secret forever,” he mumbled, as you gently kissed his cheek.
“I know,” you sighed, when suddenly an idea lit in your head.
“Tell you what, we could make a bet out of it? Who do you think will notice first?” Zuko sat up, hair a mess from when you had buried your fingers in it earlier, and another pout stretching his pretty lips out.
“y/n, that’s a stupid idea,” he complained, and you rolled your eyes at the grumpy prince.
“Don’t be such a party pooper, it’ll be fun! Now, who do you choose?” He narrowed his eyes, knowing he had already lost the battle to your stubborn self.
“Choose?” He asked, a slight whine to his voice as he talked, and you rolled your eyes yet again.
“Who do you think will notice first, dummy,” you said, tone slightly annoyed as it was now Zuko’s turn to roll his eyes.
Zuko sighed, but finally gave an answer, “I choose..Toph and, uh, Sokka-“ you had to keep yourself from laughing too loud, at the mention of your older brothers name. He couldn’t possibly be serious, could he?
“What?” Zuko asked, shooting you a glare, but quickly changing his frown into a little smile, when he saw your laughing face.
“You can’t be serious, Sokka wouldn’t even know love if it slapped him in the face,” You wheezed, waiting for the moment Zuko would say he was joking, but it never came.
“I’m just saying, the guy has a girlfriend and all, I’m sure he’ll catch on to it soon enough,” Zuko tiredly explained, and you held up your hands in mock surrender, while still giggling like mad.
“Alright then, that leaves me with Aang and Katara, be prepared to loose,” you teased, thinking Zuko had already given up, you could never have been more wrong.
“I’m sorry, but I didn’t hear you over my victory,” he teased, a cheesy grin breaking out, making him look oh so adorable.
“Fine then,” you giggled, leaned forward to plant a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Let the game begin.”
~
Next morning, had started with Zuko going out of his way to make you sit next to him at breakfast, even going as far as draping his arm lazily over your shoulders.
Not even a single stare had been thrown your way, as everything just went on as normal. Both you and Zuko decided, that it was time to try something more risky, and so you did.
After dinner, you practically glued to Zuko’s side, you cleared your throat.
“Goodnight guys, we’ll head to bed now, sleep well..” you awkwardly said, stretching your limbs as you talked, Zuko quickly standing up to wrap his arms around your waist.
“Goodnight guys! See you tomorrow!” Aang happily waved goodnight, innocent as ever, and you groaned in frustration as you turned to walk away, still with Zuko’s hands and arms all over you.
Nobody even questioned why you were going together, nor did they seem to notice the hungry stare Zuko had been sending you the entire evening. This was going to be way more difficult than you originally thought.
As the two of you entered his tent, Zuko let out a frustrated groan, falling onto his sleeping mat.
“How can they be so dense? We’ve literally done every single thing, and there they are, just waving goodnight to us like nothings happening,” he buried his face in his pillow, as you let your body drop down next to his, and bury your face in his warm back.
“Mhm,” you answered, eyelids already feeling heavy, as you relaxed into him.
Zuko tiredly sighed again, and turned around, to cuddle you, wrapping his arms around your waist and letting you bury your face in his hard chest.
Suddenly your lips were moving, smirking into his chest.
“Sokka and Aang sleeps in here too, right?” You asked, looking up at him from under your eyelashes, hoping he was catching on. The smirk that stretched across his lips, told you he already knew what you were saying.
“Yeah, it would be a shame if they were to walk in on something,” he said mischievously, just as he bend his head down, so his lips could catch yours.
~
The next morning, you had woken up snuggled tightly and comfortably in Zuko’s arms. The sunlight had hit your face, and you had realized that both Aang and Sokka were in the tent.
Quickly, you removed yourself from Zuko’s sleeping form, hearing his small sleepy protests, as you red faced went out to help Katara with breakfast.
“You and Zuko seem to be getting awfully close,” Katara mumbled, as you were standing besides her, washing the dishes in a river nearby.
“W-What do you mean?” You asked cheekily, thinking you were about to win the bet, you and Zuko had made earlier.
“You know, you didn’t use to be alone together this much, I’m happy that you’re becoming friends and all-“
“What?” You interrupted your twin, making her shoot you an annoyed glare, you knew how much she hated getting interrupted.
“You think we’re becoming friends?” You asked, eyes wide, as the realization sank in. They all just thought you were good friends. How ignorant can they be?
“You guys aren’t friends?” She asked, head tilting as she talked, confusion lazing in her words, and you realized how your sentence must have sounded to her.
“No-I mean, yeah, but no,” you began to explain, almost choking down your own words, as she looked at you funny again.
“What?” She asked, and stopped cleaning the dishes for a while, when she was too busy trying to figure out what you were saying.
“Just-I’ll- nevermind,” you said, cheeks aflame, as you started to wash the dishes in a furious pace, almost breaking a few plates.
~
Sitting by the campfire, everything went on as it normally did. Nothing more.
That was until Aang accidentally touched your hand, when shifting in his seat. Instantly Zuko’s not so discreet jealousy shined through, and he almost growled at the poor avatar, before pulling you into his lap, your back flush against his chest.
Your cheeks flushed with red, but quickly died down again, when the others didn’t even lift their gaze to look at you, except for Aang, who gave you a funny look but soon brushed it off.
At the ignorance, Zuko let out a low, frustrated growl into the junction where your neck meets your shoulder. The little action, cause shivers down your spine, as you looked nervously around at the others.
Your reaction didn’t go unnoticed by Zuko, and soon he was gently kissing at the spot, causing more shivers to run through you.
“Z-Zuko,” You rasped, trying to get his attention, and trying to stop him before he got carried too far.
It was already too late, and after hearing your little protest, you could feel him smirk as he bit down a little harder on the spot, causing a slight whimper to escape you.
That whimper would be the doom of you, as Sokka’s ears instantly perked, and he looked over to you and Zuko. It was already too late, and when he pulled away, there were already a big, dark hickey forming, very visible to everyone who would even dare to look your way.
“Flameo is dating my little sister!” Sokka wheezed out, face instantly going red and expression changing from everything between happiness and devastating horror.
“Seems like I won, then,” Zuko said, tone cocky as you glared at him and quickly pulled your hair in front of you, to try to cover the hickey as best as you could.
“y/n, is this true?” Katara asked, tone slightly panicked and a judging look resting on her features.
“Uh-I-I-“ You stuttered, suddenly loosing the ability to talk, as you could feel Zuko let out a huff off air behind you.
“Yes, that is true, I’ve known for a couple weeks now, they’re really getting at it guys-“ you slapped a hand over Toph’s mouth, looking at her with shocked eyes, face turning redder by the second, as you felt Zuko stiffen behind you.
“You’ve known?” He asked, horrified, and Toph licked your palm, making you quickly retreat it as she answered.
“Yep, it’s impossible not to know, considering how much you guys-“
“Okay, I think we heard enough!” Katara cut her off, looking at the two of you with a horrific expression, you and Zuko looking back at her with equally terrified expressions.
The rest of the night was spend teasing the two of you, until your faces were so red, they could very likely explode. Actually, the next few weeks were spend that way, but hey, at least you didn’t have to keep it a secret anymore.
#i hope this is okay#zuko x reader#prince zuko#avatar the last airbender x reader#avatar the last airbender#avatar toph#avatar katara#avatar zuko#avatar sokka#avatar aang#prince zuko fanclub
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Character skill sets
Obviously, you don’t really want a character that brings nothing to the table. On the other hand, a character who can do anything and everything so good that they can compete with deities dedicated to the subject of the day is often too much for the average reader to believe. There’s also a matter of how well the skills mesh together in practice, the amount of variety brought to the table, the difference between a developed skill and a mere talent, the nature of the skills - are they the sort of thing that anyone can develop or are they based on some inherent trait? - and how age and life experience plays into building a character’s ‘resume’.
It’s, as you can tell by the small laundry list I just rattled off, a tricky business.
Good news - there aren’t any hard and fast rules to giving characters skills. There are some guidelines and you’ll often find yourself playing by ear to see if your latest take strikes a sour note or not, but there are only a few ways to really do it wrong and, even then, there’s ways to salvage it.
But let’s focus on the points I listed already.
Let’s Play ‘Pick The Protagonist’ - (The Problem Of The Unique Protagonist Asset)
How many stories have you watched or read where the main character has a special, one-of-a-kind ability that makes them stand out above all the other characters in the story?
The answer is probably ‘a lot’. It can take the form of a one-in-a-million power, a sacred sword that only allows one hand to wield it, a legacy passed down over the ages... there’s a lot to work with here.
There’s nothing wrong with doing that with your protagonist. It’s probably one of the better reasons for dragging a random person into the plot - if you’re the only person who can stop the end of the world because the anti-Doomsday weapon decided that it lives in your hand now, there’s not a lot you can do about it. But there’s also something to be said for a protagonist that doesn’t have a grand destiny giving him a fair shot at victory just by merit of existing.
Plus, like. There’s also logistical issues to deal with. So let’s address those.
Depending on the story or fandom that you’re working on, a unique protagonist asset isn’t feasible. Sometimes because such things don’t exist in-universe (One Piece would be a good example of a series where literally the only thing you need to be a contender is a will to succeed and a boat, though I guess you could consider Conqueror’s Haki or a Devil Fruit ability ‘unique assets’...), but sometimes it’s just because the canon main character of the story you’re writing for already has that asset on lock.
There are ways around the second - you can kill off the original guy and take their place through reincarnation as said-guy, plot erasure of the guy (just flat-out make it so he doesn’t exist, it’ll be fine), or just being a convenient runner-up who happens to meet the bare minimum requirements to be the guy.
You can also shoehorn your OC into position to turn the Chosen Uno into the Chosen Duo, though this path of action doesn’t have the best reputation historically thanks to the influence of the Dread Mary-Sue on fandom culture (I’ll be posting an article about that eventually), or change the story to make room for a large range of potential Chosen - this one specifically can allow for an added plot aspect, because suddenly there’s competition to achieve the final goal and complete the quest for whatever.
And on that subject, let’s jump to our next point!
The Problem With Superman (and how to challenge the man who has everything)
Now, there’s no shortage of characters who, quite simply, are written to be good at everything - sometimes not even just good, but the very best ever. No, I’m not talking specifically about the Dread Mary-Sue, though the archetype associated with that term does often come with such a description. This is a pitfall just about anyone can fall into, irrespective of age, gender, background, or the originality of the work in question, even if the most blatant forms of it seem pretty easy to avoid.
Most writers know better than to make one character good at everything, but you get exceptions fairly regularly. Batman writers, for one, have a tendency to assume that Batman knows everything there is to know and can defeat anyone on his own ‘given enough prep-time’. There’s also the fact that a fair few Superman stories often have to call on Kryptonians or Kryptonite to make the plot complicated enough that the solution of ‘just move really fast and take advantage of invulnerability to punch/move/freeze/melt the problem before bad thing happen’ doesn’t work.
Then you have the more subtle examples. Where a character isn’t good at ‘everything’... just everything relevant to the plot and what we see of the setting. A good way to pick out this is to look at a story and start removing characters. Remove the science guy, the spy, the sidekick... If you can shave the cast down to your Super-suspect without having to change any major or middling-size plot points, twists, and story beats or having to shift the difficulty level of the setting, you probably have a problem.
Obviously, this doesn’t work for every story, especially if they have a very small cast to begin with. There’s also the fact that most stories are built around emotional journey’s instead of ‘use x skill to get to y place at z time’. But a lack of difficulty or danger played completely straight is something of a warning sign if you’re working with a genre that requires that there be some manner of challenge in the story.
So, let’s take a look at some of the more specific issues with power distribution.
Equal Opportunity Asskicking vs. There Can Only One Chosen One In This Town (how common is power in the setting and how does that affect the plot)
Have you ever thought about how many series - video games in particular - have the protagonist solve all the problems they come across, even the ones that seem like the sort of thing any rando could handle? Especially when you have a big organization that could theoretically handle a few of these things without the protagonist being present for everything?
It’s often hand-waved as ‘they’re not strong enough to deal with it’, but why would that make sense? If the setting is so dangerous, why isn’t there more people operating at or above the protagonist’s power level without being a member of the primary cast herd? If there’s such a dangerous colony of animals on this island, why are these fragile citizens still living there? Why is this martial art that’s so powerful and useful so goddamn rare and special despite its utility? How did such a weak person climb so far up in an organization that seems to value the punchinating power of its employees above all else?
It doesn’t make sense.
This is a problem that plagues a lot of series with an emphasis on fighting. The average person becomes an alien creature as the protagonists and antagonists gain more and more power and take down bigger and bigger opponents. The ante keeps going up and the rest of the world stays down where it started, which... well. Doesn’t make sense.
Think about Dragon Ball for a moment. On the Earth of that series, how many people would you say represent any kind of physical threat to the protagonists or the antagonists at any point in the story? I’m not asking over the course of the story if Dragon Ball-era Goku could stand even half a chance against Cooler, but if you took a specific episode from like... oh, I don’t know, the Cell Saga, how many people on the planet at that time would stand a chance of surviving the events of said-episode if they were brought into the blast radius of the plot?
The number is probably in the low tens. And the fact that, even with a lifetime of training in setting, the best chance for a person in that setting to survive that specific scenario would be coming from ‘superior’ alien stock such as the Saiyans.
And Cell isn’t even the top of the danger totem pole in setting.
Going back to our previous example, One Piece is a fairly good example of how to handle this. There are many routes of power in the series - Devil Fruits, Haki, training, inherent species traits, and more are possible in terms of physical strength, but there is also value given to intelligence and the ability to strategize and create unconventional solutions. Even the ‘weakest’ member of the Straw Hat Pirates, Usopp, who has no Devil Fruit, species ability, mutations, or, alterations, and only one form of Haki (fairly recently awakened and not even one of the offensive utility variants), is able to keep up with the rest of the crew by having a variety of weapons and skills he has developed himself. There’s also the fact that people in the setting tend to be fairly well developed to the danger levels of their relative environments, either in terms of physical strength or having strategies to deal with the dangers around them.
It still suffers from the emphasis on combat before most else, which is common in Shonen, but it at least feels fairly balanced compared to some other series that have a similar approach to strength in setting.
Besides power distribution in a setting, there are other things to consider beyond combat applicable skills.
Combo Platters/The Five Basic Food Groups (the importance of variety and moderation)
There are different types of skills that you need to balance when making a character, both in terms of variety and rationing them out in a reasonable manner.
There are career skills (good for making money, but not overly relevant to day-to-day life), utility skills (cooking, cleaning, basic home repair, etc.), recreational skills (art, music, other specific skills that aren’t necessary for day-to-day activities but lack the immediate financial reliability of career skills), interpersonal skills, and combat skills (self-explanatory).
Obviously, different skills have different ‘weights’ in terms of plot impact. A fighting series probably won’t make much of a character’s house painting skills unless it has an impact on their combat skills (which is entirely possible depending on how the writer goes about it), but someone knowing how to use a sword at a high level means that they’ve got a lot of physical capability to quite literally cut through the competition.
If you need a combat skill for a character... well, I already dedicated a post to talking about that specific range of skills. You can also apply their non-combat related skills to their fights in a tertiary sense - a lack of primary offense can lead to unorthodox tactics to bridge the gap.
But other skills have their uses too. It can allow you to make use of your characters outside of a combat context, reveal things about their character that might not be immediately obvious from their appearance - not just their interests, but background as well, though I’ll cover that a little later in more detail -, and bring them into the orbit of other characters naturalistically. You can only have so many Crash Into Hellos before the charm wears off for the audience.
In giving your character skills, you need to balance those skills. Making a character a ‘master of combat’ who can use any weapon under the sun like a master doesn’t work without some kind of supernatural explanation - martial artists tend to specialize. I’m not saying that you can’t have a character with multiple weapons skills - there’s a lot of historical real-world precedence for that, actually, usually in the combination of ‘ranged/close range/mid-range’. But a lot of those multiple weapon sets tend to be in sets that cover the weaknesses of the other weapons - sword, bow, and spear cover different combat ranges and needs, and there are various martial arts that teach their students weapons handling in conjunction with unarmed skills.
A generic ‘swords skill’ is non-functional - there are many types of sword in the world, varied by their size, weight, shape, and intended use in combat. Some swords are intended more for stabbing, others for slashing, and while you have more than a few that can do both, there are some are simple not built to stand up to the stresses of the other style.
They Didn’t Cover This In Kindergarten! (why you need to tailor skill-sets to your character’s life experience and background)
Another thing that can affect the size, nature, and diversity of a character’s skill set is their age, life experience, and background.
You wouldn’t expect a character that comes from nobility to have any concept of how to street fight without some kind of explanation attached. The same rule applies in reverse - you wouldn’t expect a character living in the gutter to know the nuances of fine manners and etiquette of nobility without a good reason. Depending on the period, a person from the second background couldn’t even be expected to know how to read.
That’s not to say you can’t use those things, but you have to have some kind of structure to support those additions. Maybe your noble doesn’t have the spotless background most would expect from one of their station or, in another scenario, someone pulled a Prince and Pauper switch back in the day and then neglected to switch them back. Same with your gutter rat - maybe they’re a fallen noble, maybe someone made a go at pulling a Pygmalion with them before losing interest, or maybe they’re an autodidact (that is to say, self-taught).
The age of a character can also affect the width and breadth of their skill set pool. People don’t expect five year olds to know much about anything - their reading skills are just getting started, their language skills a bit rough around the edges, and their ability to prepare food is generally limited to toast and toast-adjacent goods like sandwiches.
On the other hand, an elderly character, while having plenty of time to collect lots of skills, may not be able to utilize all of them anymore or might have even forgotten enough of them to be counter productive.
My grandmother, over the course of her life, has worked at several jobs that had fuck all to do with each other. She was a carhop at a drive-in, worked at a grocery store, worked at a local medical factory, worked at a guitar factory assembling instruments long enough to have a hand in every part of the process along with possessing the know-how to design a thing to make winding strings (I might be miss-remembering her exact description of the thing) faster and safer (and then not getting paid or credited for it after the company started using it), and drove bus for several years. She also had all the skills of an at-home housewife, a professional upholsterer, unprofessional seamstress, knows how to treat and care for wood furniture, knows how to work with and maintain leather (not how to make it though), was a very good cook until her physical condition no longer allowed her to handle such tasks, was physically capable enough at one point in her life to help with construction on her own home, and was a good enough artist that she was given two separate opportunities to go to college for the subject back in the 50′s.
That’s a lot of stuff. Each career - including housewife, as there’s a lot of work involved in homemaking - might provide for three to five distinct skills, a few of which would be extremely specific to that particular career path.
On the other hand, a lot of these skills haven’t been used for decades, meaning that not only would she be extremely out of practice, her understanding in a certain field might be anywhere from thirty to sixty years out of date. There’s also the fact that her physical condition is very different from what it was back then, meaning that even the skills she remembers how to preform correctly might not be feasible thanks to her own body failing to cooperate.
The Humble Bundle (varied skill-sets that come from specific careers/backgrounds).
As I touched on in the previous section about how to select certain skills for a character based on life experience and backgrounds (admittedly based on variety + how time factors into it, but that’s the point of specific focus sections), we‘re going to take a closer look at ‘skill clusters’.
You don’t have to cluster all of the character’s skills - in fact, I suggest making sure that you don’t do that, unless the character is specifically a bit character who is there to perform a specific function rather than being a long-term fixture in your cast - but there are some that simply are more expedient to cluster and can sometimes boggle the mind if the character sometimes lack some of those vital skills.
Say you have a character who’s a trucker (or, if you’re working with fantasy/sci-fi, the local equivalent of). They’d probably know how to handle a few different kinds of vehicles (in a mundane context, they’d probably be qualified for both commercial driving licenses and the unregistered kind most people have, but possibly also know how to handle loading vehicles), know how to repair their vehicle if it is damaged (this can vary in skill - knowing how to jury-rig a solution to a small inconvenience is very different from resurrecting a dead engine), have a good understanding of navigation, access to a trade-specific tongue (radio jargon, for one, if we’re still sticking with the mundane modern AU), know how to handle long hours of relatively boring work... and that wouldn’t even be the sum total of their skills tied in some way to this particular profession.
Still, it doesn’t read as an unrealistic amount of things for a single person to know how to do, does it?
On the other hand, if I gave you a character who’s... I don’t know, a generic protagonist of no particular employment and said that their list of skills includes navigation, medical knowledge, being an expert chef, trained fighter, classical ballerina, multiple languages, and limited telepathic ability, it reads as a bit much, doesn’t it? Especially when it just comes up out of nowhere without warning or even an allowance for being less than good at those things.
Part of it is that it takes time to learn how to do things, as we covered in the previous section. Having a talent or instinctive understanding for a particular subject can help cut down on that, but that can only excuse a few things - someone who’s a natural born fighter usually can’t turn that natural instinct towards language acquisition or legal understanding. The other part is that everyone knows that most people aren’t good at everything they turn their hand to, so even with a lot of effort, we wouldn’t expect a single person to be good at everything.
That’s why a diversified cast is important, so the needs of the group can be met in a more believable way, though there are also work arounds that can be used to keep the cast smaller or the inability of the group to meet those needs can be used to raise tension in the story. Injuries become a lot more notable when there’s no healer in the group, after all.
Gifts, Loans, and Hard-Earned Pay (the difference between talent, training, and temporary trades)
Now, there are a couple things you could use to ‘explain’ why a character is good at things. Like most of the points I’ve made so far, this is expanding on a few things I mentioned off hand in earlier parts of this article, such as the importance of age and life experience.
Now we’re going to be explaining the mechanics of why a person might be good at certain things. There are a few different approaches to this.
In terms of purely mundane ways, you have talent and training to explain why a person would have a certain level of ability with specific skills. These can’t universally be applied across the board, of course - you’d prefer someone with medical knowledge over someone who says that they have a ‘talent’ for it and there are other fields that require a person have a certain amount of instinctive ability to flourish. Most would agree that it’s important to have both in any given field - for example, art requires both talent (the ability to visualize what you want) and training (to transfer that vision to reality).
When dealing with supernatural settings, there are other routes. Boons from supernatural beings, familial inheritance, memories from a past life, temporary grants of power from special artifacts, and so on.
This can allow for a skill to be acquired quickly while also pushing along the plot in various ways, but there are a number of drawbacks to this one as well - a character who has been granted a supernatural power might lack the practical experience in how to use that power well, the memories of a past life don’t confer the physical conditioning required to actually pull off some of those skills or the world has moved on since those days, rendering those skills out of date and possibly useless, the artifact has a mind of its own and opinions on how it can/will be used, etc.
There are drawbacks to the more mundane routes as well. Training takes time and effort, along with coming with the risk that the character has been trained wrong or in a way that isn’t helpful to their current situation - ex. a medic who’s extremely competent in a hospital setting but is now stuck in a place where they have none of the resources they’re used to, a self-trained martial artist who doesn’t know how to modulate their force well and has a lot of holes in their technique because they never had a trainer to point that sort of thing out.
Talent can lead to a person becoming complacent with the idea that they’re automatically going to be good at a thing forever despite evidence around them to the contrary and make them frustrated whenever they do run into something they don’t quickly understand or make progress with.
On the upside, you can also use these to build off of each other. Training can help refine both talent and control over new gifts, a well-chosen gift can make a well-trained character something breathtaking, and discovering a previously untapped talent can throw a character who’s previously had to struggle for everything in their life a well-deserved bone.
Now, hopefully this covers enough points thoroughly enough to be helpful to everyone. If not, please shoot me a comment and I’ll try to expand on any areas I might have missed.
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If each member was a language, what language would they be and why?
I’m assuming you mean from the OrgXIII so here you go ! This was an interesting question lolol - I had to look up and read a lot of articles on wikipedia to make sure I didn’t end up saying bad or weird shit bUT IT WAS SUPER FUN
Xemnas :
Greek, probably ? The language and culture that rivaled Latin and Rome throughout history and despite it’s age, it MANAGES to still be a living language (if you think I overthink too much about metaphors and shit just wait till you read the rest of answers). It also fits all Scala Ad Caelum’s aesthetic inspired by Greece and all the shenanigans with the Norts !
Xigbar :
LEET Speak just to give every homestucker a heart attack. Maybe just surfer speak, if it counts. Xigbar would fit Latin perfectly - it’s a dead language and the source of many other languages just like Xigbar is the fucking source of many things that go down in KH. Cryptic and old, like him ! And considering his ties with the KHux Foretellers and such, it makes sense for him to be Latin, right ?
Xaldin :
I literally have no idea why but I think of Portuguese when I think of Xaldin. I havE LIKE NO ARGUMENTS OR EXPLANATIONS, IT’S JUST A THING (tm) SO YOU’RE FREE TO ADD TO THIS. Or give him a different language to be w h e e z e.
Vexen :
You know when old people try to be hip and come up with shit like How o You Do Fellow Kids / I’ll Krump With You Sweetie ? Yeah that’s him Okay but honestly, when I was a kid I really liked the idea of Vexen just screaming shit in Latin whenever his experiments went wrong. Now that i’m older, I like to imagine the same thing except now he speaks a Slavic language. I wouldn’t be able to tell you e x a c t l y which one, though. But I guess also a language from north Europe would work, like Finnish or Swedish - mostly because the countries remind me of cold weather lol
Lexaeus :
Nghhhh, I wanna say either ASL/Sign Language or Braille - but i’ll go with Braille ! Lexaeus is a quiet man of a few words, so I think it suits him just fine to be a language that doesn’t need to be spoken. And we know he’s tactful and gentle, considering he does a lot of puzzles in his free time, so Braille seems perfect for him ! While he might not actually need Braille, Lexaeus would be that kind of guy who just teaches others how to read and tries to normalize the use of Braille !
Zexion :
A lot of people might give me shit for not making Zexion Latin bUT LIKE LISTEN. THIS SMART BOY WOULD BE SOMETHING LIKE CHINESE/MANDARIN. Think about it, we’re talking about a super flexible language whose entonation can change the meaning of a sentence completely - yes, i’m talking about that one poem that only has ONE word and it still manages to be a fully fledged story. Like, i’m an artist, not a literary major but I still think that’s super smart and dope and i’ll gladly compare that to magic anytime. In retrospect, it matches Zexion’s illusion motif and complex character !
Saix :
Uhhhh, i’d say either Japanese or Russian. Cause both are languages with strong accents and pronunciations which suit Saix’s strong and firm character - and also because Russian reminds me of NASA and space for some reason and Japanese makes me think of that one tale about the rabbit on the moon. Also Japan puts a lot of emphasis in discipline, honor and loyalty too, traits that Saix shares.
Axel :
Axel is definitely Spanish. Not to be confused with the latino dialects from South America ! I’m talking Spain’s spanish ! And no, I didn’t choose this one because it’s an “exotic sexy firey language”, tRUST ME IT’S MY FIRST LANGUAGE AND IT’S ANYTHING BUT THAT - I chose spanish because it’s an abrasive and brash language. Most words (and the insults specially) give the feeling you’re about to spit on someone’s face and be a cocky disrespectful brat OR you’re just a super friendly and extroverted fella - it suits Axel’s previous ruthless mercenary personality with his current and contrasting kind, outgoing self. 50/50.
Demyx :
Okay hear me out, it’s been like 45 minutes since I went researching to write Demyx’s answer and I still don’t know if I have a proper one. I wanted to say a language from India, since it’s where his signature sitar originates from and what else can accompany a sitar better than the language of the place it was pretty much created in ? So researched Ravi Shankar, the Sitar Maestro and a super important figure in indian classical music. But I know barely nothing about that side of Asia, so i’m NOT exactly sure what language he spoke or used in his music ! Like I looked for his songs and they’re in Gujarati, but HMMMM, NOT SURE CHIEF.
So if anyone feels like educating me on this subject, please go ahead. Otherwise I have to give Demyx the way us millennials talk and oH boy.
Luxord :
I’ll go with the obvious choice here : English. Like, back in the day, most people just HC’d Luxord as a britishman because of his mannerisms and etc etc - but like, it works for him ! He’s closely tied to Alice and Wonderland in both the game and the manga, as well as Pirates of the Caribbean like come on it’s rIGHT there. Also imo, british English just sounds like super polite and elegant, the way Luxord acts most of the time.
Marluxia :
Either German or the language of flowers. German because it’s That Type Of Language™ that seems to have a word for every specific thing, action and feeling no matter how obscure - which kinda seems to suit him somehow ? A language with a rough appearance, intimidating to most people due to the hard sounds but eloquent, deep and extensive ! The other option is pretty obvious, considering his power with nature and stuff - Marluxia is definitely the time to give bouquets and flowers as gifts with double edged meanings and intentions.
Larxene :
The only one that comes to mind is French. Just cause I think Larxene reads french literature in the 358Days manga - but like, dark and smart stuff only Intellectuals™ can understand. And also because it’s a tricky language to speak properly (LISTEN I TOOK 5 YEARS OF FRENCH AND I STILL DIE WITH ALL THE VOWELS). There’s just something about the way it’s spoken that screams her name. It’s fast paced, coquettish, sounds mature, there’s a lot of sharp sounds. Y’know !
Roxas :
Not specifically a language, but Roxas reminds me of the mix every bilingual person speaks sometime when they can’t remember a specific way of saying or explaining something. Or when your group of friends is mostly bilingual too and y’all just mix both languages and it’s a fucking mess for outsiders ? ( Like “Me cago en la fucking madre que te parió” o “I swear to god pOR QUE ERES ASI” are examples from the groupchat I am, wheeze). So probably Spanish and English !
Xion :
I’m torN AGAIN between ASL/Sign Language and Braille. But I think i’ll go with sign language ! Not to get Deep and Philosophical, but Sign Language seems to fit Xion, someone whose voice was silenced by those around her. We know she’s timid and quiet, but she’s also young and energetic, quick and witty around her friends - so unlike Lexaeus who’d calmly read using Braille, Xion is the type who’d sign at the speed of sound when excited or panicking and she’d enjoy sending secret messages to her friends.
#kh headcanons#organization xiii#Anonymous#xemnas#xigbar#xaldin#vexen#lexaeus#zexion#saix#axel#demyx#luxord#marluxia#larxene#roxas#xion
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love triangle - part six
Paring: Tom Holland x Reader, Shawn Mendes x Reader
Warnings: angst, fluff
Words: 4.5k
Summary: What would happen when you fall for the school bad boy? What if your best friends has fallen for you as well? Who would you choose in this love triangle?
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“ToM.”, you say his name as soon as you saw him standing by the door. He had to have heard what you had just told Shawn. That’s when you realize what you had told Shawn, were you in fact in love with your best friend? You knew you loved him but never knew that you were in love with him until now, but how could he know that you were more in love with him than just a friend and did it even matter if you were in love with him because he would never love you back, he saw you like a sister nothing more. Shawn would never love you like you loved him and you knew it.
Tom turns around as soon as you call out his name, you get up a fast as you can, making sure not to wake up Shawn. You walked out of the room but not before turning around to make sure Shawn was okay. “Tom.”, you call his name again but he doesn't stop walking, “Please... wait.”
You call after him again and this time he stops, which you weren't expecting, causing you to run into him.
“Oh s-sorry.”, you mumble as you slowly pull away from him and he turns around to face you. You could see how he had cuts on his face from the fight he had with Shawn, but he had tried to clean them up... not well enough, though. Your hand automatically falls on his cheek as you look at his cuts closer. Tom doesn't say anything just looks at you as you look at his beautiful face.
“Does it hurt?”, you whisper to him, softly running your finger over the cut on his lip. He hisses a little, making you pull your hand away from his face.
“A little.”, Tom mumbles back to you as he takes hold of your wrist and brings it back to his cheek, looking you straight into your eyes.
“You love him?”, he whispers to you, so quietly that you barely can hear him. You slowly look down at the floor, not wanting to lie to Tom or tell him the truth. The truth was that you loved your best friend more than a friend or a brother… you were in love with him.
“I-I do…”, you whisper to him before looking back at him, “But just like a friend loves a friend.”
You didn’t want to hurt him even though he had hurt you twice now. How he had kissed Zendaya in front of you and how he had hit Shawn so hard that he was lying in the hospital… Should you want to forgive him like you wanted to?
“Do you have feelings for me?”, Tom asks you bluntly. You weren’t expecting him to ask you that so abruptly.
“Yes?”, you answered with a question, “... and no? You hurt me, a lot.”, You tell him as you let your hand fall from his cheek.
“I didn’t mean to hurt Shawn, I promise you. It was in the heat of the moment.”, Tom pulls you into his strong arms. “I understand that. But what you did with Zendaya...” You were losing your voice, emotions taking over you but you couldn't push him away.
“What do you mean? What have I done with Z…” Tom stops talking. He brings his hands on your cheeks and makes you look him straight into his eyes. “I never, ever, kissed your roommate. That night... she kissed me.”, Tom tells you. “I didn’t kiss her back, why would I when I have you?”, Tom’s words make sense. But again why would Zendaya kiss him when she clearly knew that you two were kinda dating.
“I like you y/n. Like a lot. More than I have ever liked a girl before.”, he said softly.
“You do?”, you ask him, still shocked no boy had ever told you that they liked you. How a guy like him would like you was absurd. You were so normal… the boring girl where as he... he was the popular, bad boy. Was this all a game to him?
“I do.”, he whispers before pulling you into a deep kiss. You never had had a kiss like this before. It felt amazing, like you were dreaming... it was perfect. “Wow.”, you mumble as you pull away from him.
“I’m sorry for everything.”, Tom leans his forehead against yours. “I wanted to see how he was, and, well… mostly see how you were doing.”
“He’s okay, just a concussion. He’ll be alright.”, you tell him, looking up at his chocolate brown eyes, “And I’m... okay?”
“Are you hurt?”, you could see the worry in his eyes as he said that.
“Why would I be hurt?”, you ask him.
“Well Shawn accidently hit you and your best friends is lying in a hospital bed because of me.”, he tells you before squeezing you into a hug and resting his chin on top of your head. “I’m sorry for hurting you, darling.”
“I didn’t even remember him hitting me if I'm honest.”, you whisper to him, “And you didn’t hit me… why would you apologies?”, you ask him, taking a deep breath in letting his sent fill our lungs.
How could a guy smell as good as he did? Well Shawn did, but he always made sure he looked good and smelled good. Your mind wandered onto Shawn again, you had been gone from his side for 10 minutes and you were already worried that he would wake up alone.
“I didn’t hit you but I hit Shawn and he’s your best friend and I hurt you by letting Zendaya kiss me.”, Tom mutters. You push him a little further away from you, still letting his hands be around you.
“Well, it’s not your fault. He started it... but you are the reason why he’s here.”, you tell him before fully letting go of him and turning to look the way Shawns room was at.
“I’m really sorry for that.”, he tells you before taking your hands in his.
“I know.”, you give him a week smile before looking at Shawns room again.
“But you should go to him.” Tom tells you and you turn to face him again.
“Yeah I should. Thank you.”, you kissed his cheek before turning around and making your way back to Shawn's room. “Y/n.”, Tom calls out your name again and you turn to look back at him. “Can we talk later, I don’t want to lose this.”, He pointed at him and you back and forth, “This... what we have.”, He asks you with pleading eyes.
“I’ll call you later?”, you tell him and he nods, “And please asks Shawn when he’ll get back home, okay? For me?” “I will. Anything for you.”, you give him a one last smile before you turn and start walking away from him. You could feel Tom’s eyes on you for a second longer before you hear him walk away too.
Talking to Tom made you feel a little better now you only would have to talk to Shawn. Tell him you were sorry about the way you acted and how this was all your fault that he was in the hospital. So he shouldn't be mad at Tom for this.
But never would you tell him you were in love with him when he was dating someone else and when you were kind of seeing someone. You weren’t sure anymore. Were you and Tom still dating after the whole kiss thing? Because he told you that he didn’t kiss her... but why would Zendaya kiss him when she knew you were seeing him. Could you even really trust Tom?
Walking to Shawn’s room you stop when you see someone inside with Shawn. You peek inside to see beautiful blonde hair and then you see her; it was the devil herself, Hailey.
You shouldn’t be jealous of her. Yet you were, because she was the one who could kiss him and be with him like you never could. She was beautiful, she looked like a model and seemed nice. How could you not like her?
She was everything Shawn deserved and you wanted to be happy for him.
That’s when you realize Shawn was actually okay. You were about to march inside but before you could they start kissing like there was no tomorrow. It made you heart stop, never had you actually seen Shawn that happy with you or anyone else.
“Thank you for being here for me.”, Shawn tells her when he pulls away from the kiss.
Every word that left his mouth breaks your heart. You were the one who was there with him. You leave for 10 minutes and she was there, pretending she had been by his side this whole time.
Then you remember you were the reason why he was even in the hospital, maybe it was better he thought it was her who was there for him... she was his girlfriend after all.
“Of course babe. I’m always here for you.”, you couldn't watch them anymore and as you walk away you her Shawn say something.
“Is y/n here?”, he sounded worried but you can’t go in there, he doesn't really want to see you.
“I didn’t see her? Why would she?”, Hailey speaks but you don’t stay to listen to them. All you wanted to do was to be there for him but he had her. Of course he would want his girlfriend there over you. You would just have to try calling him tomorrow to see how he is doing and if he even wants to talk to you.
You go to straight to home, hoping that Zendaya wasn’t home because you really didn’t want to see her. You really just wanted to have some time alone to think about everything that had been going on today. Luckily when you got into your dorm room you didn’t see her there. You changed into your pajamas and glide in to bed not even in the mood to eat anything. You took out your phone to text Shawn but you see you had unread texts from Tom.
Tom : Hey, hope you’re feeling good and you still want to talk to me
Tom : Because I really want to talk to you...
Tom : Just wanted to know how you’re doing?
Tom : And maybe when you go home we could have dinner together?
Tom : Or not...
Tom : I get if you don’t want to... but yeah
Tom : Text me when you can or don’t… it’s okay.
Tom’s text were all over the place and you could see that he was stressed about everything. You didn’t know what you should do, should you text him and have dinner with him or should you not text him back?
y/n : hey
y/n : I’m home but already in my pajamas... so not really in a mood to go out anymore
y/n : And I’m feeling better, how are you feeling
You weren’t expecting to hear back from him soon but as you put your phone down to grab your laptop your phone started ringing. Picking it up to see that it was Tom who was calling you.
“Hey?”, you answer the phone, unsure why he was calling.
“Hey…”, you can hear him taking a deep breath in, “You’re home already?”
“Yeah Hailey was there so I didn’t want to bother them.”, you tell him as you play with your hair.
“If you don’t want to go out to eat is it okay if I come over with some take away?”, he sounded so unsure, like he was sure you would say no to him.
“I look like a mess.”, that was you way of saying no without saying the word.
“I don’t believe you… you always look amazing.” he always knew how to make you blush.
Maybe it was a good idea if he came over and you could talk to face to face. But what if Zendaya came home? Would there be a lot of drama because maybe Tom lied to me about the kiss?
“Please let me come... I might’ve just bought us some food…” “Yeah okay you can come.”, you speak before you think.
His voice puts you in a trance and you just say the first thing comes to your mind. “I’ll see you soon.”, he says and hangs up the phone.
“Fuck...” you mumbled as the phone call ended.
What will you do if Zendaya walks in and you’re here with Tom?! Even though she did kiss him you didn’t want to hurt her. You had known her for a long time now.
Twenty minutes later you hear a knock at the door and you get up from the bed. Quickly, you look at yourself in the mirror and fix your hair before opening the door to see Tom... in all of his glory with his usual smirk on his lips. Take-away bag in one hand and flowers in other.
“Flowers?”, is the first thing that falls from your lips.
“Yeah. Pretty flowers for a pretty girl.”, Tom laughs at your shocked face, “Can I come in now?” You just nod your head and let him walk past you. You closed the door after him. “Hope chinese is okay.”, he says behind you.
You turn to face him to see him already opening the food boxes. “I wasn’t sure what you like so… I kinda got everything.”
“Oh, you shouldn't have, how much do I owe you?“, you ask him as you sit on the bed next to him.
“Well… I was kinda hoping this could be like a date?”, he looked at you before continuing, “So I gonna be a gentleman and pay for this.”
“Oh…”, you mumble. But you quickly take one of the food boxes on the bedside table and start stuffing your face with food.
“I can still pay you back.”, you mumble to him a mouth full of food. What a way to make this more awkward...
“Is everything okay?”, Tom asked softly and you nod your head as you swallow the food.
“Sorry.”, you turn to face him, “I’m just overthinking and nervous that Zendaya will come... it would make this whole lot more awkward than it already is. I really like you... but the kiss thing is really bothering me and I'm so unsure about everything right now…”, you realize that you are rambling when Tom places his hand on top your hand.
“Hey, hey, hey.”, he tries to calm you down, “Deep breath… in... and out.”
You listen to his voice and do how he tells you.
“We can take this slow, or just be friends if you want. I really like you but I won’t push you into anything.”, Tom says softly.
“I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry? You don’t have anything to be sorry for, darling.”, he tells you and squeezes your hand, “It’s totally okay if you don’t want this to go anywhere just tell me.”
You can’t believe he is the same guy who sleeps around and doesn't do feelings. Was that really the guy talking to you like a an angel right now? He sounded like he wouldn’t hurt even a bug. Which was weird because you know how he treated girls or how he had treated girls before you. Was he really the same guy? Has there been a mistake?
But then again you had seen him kissing Zendaya when he had told you that you were the only girl he was interested in.
“Could we just take it slow?”, you finally ask him after a long pause of silence trying to come up with something you actually wanted to do. You really liked him even though you were in love with your best friend. But Shawn had a girlfriend so it didn’t matter and maybe it was even a good idea to see where things could go with Tom. You knew you could get over Shawn like that, so maybe this was the right choice? It had to be, right?
“Anything for you.”, he tells you with a sweet smile playing on his lips.
The rest of the night you and Tom ate dinner and talked about everything and anything. He was good company, he told you about his family and childhood. How he really wanted to be an actor one day and about his dreams in life. You had mostly just listened to him really wanting to just get to know him better, to see the real Tom Holland better. He had left around 10pm so you could go to bed.
“Thank you for the dinner, it was a good date.”, you tell him as you lean on to the door frame as he was ready to leave.
“So it was a date after all?”, he asks you with that smirk on his face once again.
“Wasn't it?”, you ask him with a playful smile.
“Well after the taking things slow I thought it wasn’t a date anymore.”, he tells you as he’s looking around the empty hallway, “But if it was a date is there any change I could get a goodnight kiss?”
“Maybe...”, you tell him as you kiss his cheek.
“Maybe a kiss on the lips?”, he asks you with a smile, leaning further towards you. “Aren’t you eager?”, you say before you pull him into a kiss, but you make it short and sweet. “‘Night Tom.”, you say to him before you close the door. You were sure if you hadn’t closen the door at that moment that wouldn’t have been the only kiss you shared. But you wanted him to wait for more because you really wanted to take things slow.
You lay in your bed thinking about the kiss and all the things Tom told you about. He really sounded like a prince charming, but you still weren’t sure if he really was one. Looking at the ceiling you remember that you never sent a message to Shawn.
y/n : Hey, hope you’re feeling better.
y/n : I’m so sorry for everything hope we can talk this out?
y/n : I was at the hospital but saw you with Hailey. I didn’t want to interrupt you two.
y/n : Could you maybe call or text me?
y/n : I miss you Shawn... I don’t want to lose my best friend.
You close your phone after writing the messages to Shawn. Switching off the last light on your nightstand before turning around in bed.
You woke up to someone moving around in the room. You let out a loud groan as you turn to face the moving mass, the light turned on. It blinds you for a second before your eyes get use to the bright light. You see Zendaya getting ready, taking your phone and seeing the time almost 7am.
“Did you have to turn the light on?”, you ask her as you sit up. You could have slept for 20 minutes more but no she just had to put the light on and wake you up too.
“Sorry.”, she says nonchalantly as she walks into the bathroom. You just groan again and pulled the blanket over your head trying to fall back asleep but then you hear someone knock on the door.
“Are you kidding me.”, you mumble as you sit up.
“I’ll get it.”, Zendaya says as she takes her bag clearly ready to leave for her class or to somewhere. She opens the door but you can’t see who was on the other side of it.
“Oh… hey?”, you can sense the awkwardness in her voice. “Who is it?”, you call out from bed, but you don’t get an answer.
You get up from the bed and see Zendaya walk out and someone else walks in. Brown locks and honey brown eyes, not like the chocolate brown eyes that Tom has... but the ones that Shawn has. You were a little shocked to see Shawn there, he hadn’t answered any of your text and you were so sure he didn’t want to talk to you anymore.
“Shawn?”, you question it even though it was a fact. You weren’t sure if you were actually dreaming or were you awake. He didn’t look as good like he usually did, which was understandable. He had couple cuts around his beautiful face and he looked... weak.
He gives you a weak smile before closing the door and walking into the room fully, the air around you two was awkward. Yesterday you had told him you were in love with him when he was sleeping and now you were hoping he hadn’t heard you.
“Hey.”, his voice was weak, but he tries to clear his throat.
“Hey.”, you give him a smile before looking down at your outfit and trying to cover up your body a little because you were wearing really short shorts and a tight tank top, “How are you feeling?”, You finally ask him when you feel like you have covered enough skin with your hands.
“Better, how are you?”, he asks you, before sitting down in your chair. You sit down on the edge of your bed to be as close to him as you can without actually sitting on him.
“You don’t have to lie to me... you don’t look so good.”, you tell him, your heart stops when he shakes his head and lets out a small laugh. How you had missed him, the real Shawn. The Shawn you knew.
Shawn opened his eyes, but he couldn’t make anything out because the light was too bright for his eyes. His head was hurting like crazy and he felt so weak. His eyes finally started to get used to the light and he made out someone sitting next to him. Smile forming on his lips because he could swear he remembered you talking to him. Telling him how sorry you were and that you LOVED him. Was he going crazy or were you actually feeling the same feelings he was feeling.
It would be crazy if you loved him. Because he never thought you could love him more than as a good friend. He just wanted to apologize to you for being such an asshole and how badly he had treated you.
But then his eyes finally can make out who was really sitting next to him, it was nothing like you. The feelings were wrong and her hand didn’t feel the same in his hand as yours did.
“Hey babe. How are you feeling?”, her voice wasn’t as sweet as yours or as soft. He really missed you voice and how it made him feel inside.
Shawn tried to answer her but his voice was too weak so she gives him water and finally he feels like he could talk.
“I’m okay.”, Shawn gives her the best smile he could but it’s not as real as it would be if you were sitting next to him.
“I was so worried about you babe.”, she said sadly.
Oh, how he hated the nicknames that came out of her mouth. They made him want to shut her mouth with something... and that’s what he did. He kissed her, he didn’t even know why. Why would he kiss her when the only thing he could think about were the words: “I love you Shawn… so much.”
They were playing in his head… but in your voice not Hailey’s. Maybe his mind made it sound like it was you. Maybe he had actually heard Hailey before and just confused her voice with yours. But it didn’t make sense...
“Thank you for being here for me.”, Shawn tells her as he pulls away from the kiss.
How could he push her away when she had told him she loved him?
“Of course babe. I’m always here for you.”, she tells Shawn with a smile on her lips.
What a bitter-sweet moment. The only thing going through Shawn’s mind was still only you. Were you okay?... And where even were you?
“Is y/n here?”, Shawn asks her, hoping to hear her tell him that she was somewhere here, maybe getting something to eat or to drink. He needed to know if you were even okay after the fight.
“I didn’t see her? Why would she?”, her answers isn’t anything like what he wanted to hear. But maybe she was right, why would you be here for him? Maybe he should give up on you... it would be enough for him if you were still his best friend but he had to come clean with the whole Hailey thing to you.
“I’m not feeling that great though. Not only because of the fight I had with Tom but mostly because how I acted to you. I was a total asshole and you don’t deserve that.”, he says, looking down at his hands.
Your heart melted at his words. How could he be so nice and caring after everything?
“I’m so sorry, princess.”, he looked back up at you.
You just wanted to hug him so bad after that nickname fell out of his mouth.
“I’m sorry too.”, you tell him before taking one of his hand into yours. You just wanting to everything to go back to normal and to take all his pain away.
Shawn squeezes your hand before pulling you into his lap. He gives you the tightest bear hug he possibly could. You hear him take a deep breath in and you can feel his heart beating fast like he had just ran 10 miles.
“Don’t be sorry.”, he whispers to your ear and you hug him back.
“But I am sorry. It’s my fault too.”, you tell him. It felt amazing to be there in his arms again. You missed him so much. You just wanted everything go to back to normal as fast as possible.
“Let’s not fight anymore, okay?”, he whispers to you and your nod your head at his words. “Never again.”, you take a deep breath in and look at his face, “Only if you promise not to lie or hide things from me from now on.”
You didn’t want him to hide his girlfriends from you or want him to feel like he couldn’t tell you things.
“I want you to know you can tell me anything, I literally mean anything.”, you mutter loud enough for him to hear.
“I promise to you, y/n y/l/n, that I will never again lie to you, okay?”, you give him a smile that makes him smile too, “I really did miss that pretty smile of yours princess.” He tells you before kissing your forehead.
“I missed you too Shawn.”
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Hey if you’re still doing them could you do the whole alphabet for either bandit or thatcher please.
I did a bunch of letters for Bandit already, which you can find here, so I’ll be doing Thatcher this time, okay?
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
He’ll usually will press a kiss on his partner’s forehead and another on their lips before laying next to each other in bed, catching their breath and indulging in a bit of pillow talk after they get cleaned up.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He knows he’s extremely fit for his age and enjoys it. Thatcher is proud of how strong his body is, particularly his arms, and will gladly flex them for his partner just for show or to pick them up. On his partner, he usually fixates on their lips (how perfect do they look wrapped around his cock, or reddened after kissing each other roughly) or on their thighs (like how amazing they are wrapped around his waist).
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
He’s a highly practical man, and wearing a condom is both a safety measure and a way to have a faster and easier clean up later.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He’s no stranger to glory holes and the thrill of having his cock sucked anonymously. Of course, only during the times he had no partner, but still would never admit that secret to anyone.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He has loads and loads of experince, can make his partners turn to a begging mess when he puts his mind on it, prolonging their pleasure until they can’t see straight.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
Missionary works well enough for him, it’s always easy to get into the position and he can watch his partner’s face and kiss them, no downside as far as he’s concerned. Standing sex is also good, maybe with the receiving partner bent over a sturdy surface, that one allows for rougher sessions if he’s in the mood for it.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
He keeps rather serious and passionate, but will chuckle at any misshaps than may happen, cause he knows it’s nothing serious to worry about.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
He strikes me as someone who’s rather hairy and proud of it, so at most he would trim down the hair a bit, nothing more.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Sex with Thatcher always feels intimate, he will focus on his partner as if they’re the center of his world and in those moment that feels like the absolute truth. He might not be very romantic in the traditional sense, but he knows how to make his partner feel wanted, that’s for sure.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
He will either use it as a way to relieve stress, which makes the session focused on achieving his glorious orgasm and the rush of relaxed happiness that comes with it; or he will masturbate as a prelude to sex, before reuniting with his partner if one of them was away. In this latter case, he will draw it out for a while and not let himself cum, so he’ll be primed and ready to pick his partner and dash to the bedroom.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Thatcher is a controlling bastard, so he loves getting to control his partner too, having them ask for guidance and/or permission before doing something, or before orgasming. He also loves playing with his partner’s nipples.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Bedroom or his privare office, that desk has seen its fair share of action.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
There’s a certain spot on his neck that when nibbled or kissed, will make his knees go weak and his cock get hard without fail, especially when accompanied by his partner sitting on his lap or as a follow up to some intense kissing.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Getting restricted in any way, be it bindings/ropes/handcuffs or blindfolds. He has no problem using those on his partner if that’s what they like, but not on him.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
He’s highly skilled at giving, but he prefers to receive. Doesn’t really care how experienced his partner is as long as they show enthusiasm for the task.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
No matter who is topping, he prefers to take it slow until both parties are comfortable with the current pace. Only then will he be amenable to going faster or rougher, all in small increments so the change isn’t painful for anyone.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Quickies are not for him, Thatcher prefers the real deal as he calls it, slow and passionate sex, otherwise what’s the point of it? Youths are too impatient nowadays, waiting for a proper moment to have unhurried sex can actually be part of the game, and the anticipation makes the eventual act even better.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
He’s not naturally inclined to take risks, mostly because he has the experience to know if something will work out for good or bad most of the time.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Usually just one round, but it will be an intesne and long one, that’s for sure. If he’s been away from his partner for long, he will try for a second round later that day.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He didn’t use toys, but his partner introduce them in their playtimes, and now he loves to use those to tease and edge his partner, which helps him last longer too.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
I think I kinda answered that one just above 😄To sum up: usually a direct man, except in bed where he’s a teasing bastard who loves to make his partner ask/beg to make them cum.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Not the loudest, but not quiet either. He’ll grunt low in his throat every so often, in time with the thrusts, groaning a bit louder when he’s close. Don’t expect much talk during the act itself, unless it’s to direct his partner on what to do.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Thatcher thinks that living on a boat makes him look hip and cool. Many agree until they realise the boat’s name is “Iron Maggie” 😂
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Look, the famous SAS bulge doesn’t lie, he’s hung above average for sure, and decently thick as well.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
As high as it was when he was a good fifteen years younger, which still surprises him cause he expected it would diminish the older he was.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He prefers to keep awake and indulge in some pillow talk, be it praise for his partner and saying each other sweet nothings while the endorphins are high, or telling each other more about their dreams and hopes. He feels he gets even closer to his partner during those moments, physical and emotional intimacy all in one package.
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Nah, I am totally sure 9S is yandere for 2B. I would like to avoid spoilers but considering the second part of the game there is no denying he is yandere. A really strong back-up for this would be the "You want to **** 2B" part. Although a lot fans here in the Ocident went ahead and interpreted it in a sexual way, the Japanese fans automatically substituted the **** with break. Interesting, isn't it? I have been looking for the extra material too and some novels from 9S POV just made me sure1/2
No. Please tell me the spoilers. Don’t play coy here.
Seriously. To any of our anons out there who want to counter our post on a “if he is or isn’t a yandere”, just tell us the spoilers. Put a spoiler warning if you want but don’t go “well, actually-” and then not give the evidence to support your claim. You’re not helping your point by doing it and you’re making our job 10 times harder.
Anyway, about Nier, I’ll talk about your points below the cut because I feel like this is going to be a long discussion ε-(´・`)
So about your points, I at first thought I might have been wrong and at some point in the game 2B and 9S’s relationship turned romantic. So I googled what their relationship was and oh boy did that open a can of worms.
There are dozen of forums debating what their relationship was and if they view each other as romantic or not. If it was one sided or not. I’m talking about forums with 500+ comments debating about their actions. It’s clear their two sides here saying that 2B and 9S are “clearly in a romantic relationship because of X, Y, and Z”. And the other side saying “You guy’s are just enforcing you’re own heteronormative views on these two characters. There’s other relationships shown in Nier that tackle these issues-” yada yada yada. This shit goes on forever.
It’s easier to say that 2B and 9S’s relationship is “complicated”. But here at ThatYandereCritic, we don’t like facts to be “complicated”. We want them to be clear enough for us to say “yes or no”. So for us, it’s better to say it’s up to interpretation if it’s romantic or not. Some people might see your facts as a close friendship evidence and others might support you in saying “yes, it’s romantic.”
Since we don’t believe in “platonic yanderes” it means for one half of the group, 9S isn’t a yandere because he doesn’t see 2B romantically. But then in the other group, 9S is a yandere because he does see 2B romantically. So that’s the tea. Depending on how you view their relationship, it defines if 9S is a yandere or not. As for how strong he is as a yandere, we have to look at his actions.
From what I seen, 9S doesn’t have many “Creeper Actions” besides being over protective, a little clingy, and the whole thing about his memories. But the thing with the memory issue is that anyone would be pissed and ruffled if they know they’re getting killed over and over again and also forced to lose they’re memory. Again, not saying that it doesn’t make him a yandere but damn. I would be frustrated too.
The “You want to **** 2B” is still weak evidence. You can literally put any 4 letter verb in there and it would make sense (well, not any word but I’m proving a point by being over the top). And as you said with the Japanese point of view, you can insert any verb regardless of letter count. This just proves the point that you can interpret their relationship any way you want. I also know there was a line where 9S goes “We’re closer than family but lovers is too distant.” Again up to interpretation. And before anyone jumps their keyboards and saying “WHAT DO YOU MEAN UP TO INTERPRETATION?! HE CLEARLY MEANS SOULMATES.” I want to say that not everyone view romantic relationships as the “ultimate relationship”. Some people sees friendship to be stronger that romantic relationships. Not everyone have the same point of view.
There’s fucking over 20 endings?! What the fuck bro. I thought there was only 6 endings. And I don’t give a shit if there’s only four endings that are canon. It’s still a fact that there’s multiple endings. Multiple endings muddle the water if a character is a yandere or not. Hence why Julie and I dislike being asked to review otome games or visual novels.
Well, point one and two weigh more heavily than point three. So 9S will come out as 3/5 or 2/5 on the yandere scale still. He’s still a yandere but not a perfect one.
And I’ll be frank with everyone right now, I’m 90% sure I will never finished Nier. I’m not kidding when I say it’s physically taxing for me to play this game. I get actual motion sickness from playing it and throw up. No other game make me feel this bad. And yes, I have played around with the settings to make a better experience but nothing I do works. I think it’s the color scheme the game uses. It’s mostly bright with lots of whites, greys, and blacks. Areas with more colors I can handle. But the desert area? I vomited twice and almost fainted. Doesn’t help I was lost in the desert for a long ass time. The TV I use to play it is the smallest thing... like the tiny ones you use back in early 2000′s growing up since the family™ doesn’t allow me to use the flat screen. I could watch a play through but I also have the game right next to me... I end up in a loop of “I’ll just watch” > “I want to play” > “I’m sick”.
Yes, I am complaining right now but I’m trying clearly state that I won’t be able to completely play the game (anytime soon unless I get my own place). It’s too much a pain to try and play, even if the game is beautiful. I know it is. Hell, it’s my fucking wet dream since practically everyone has white hair. And this all comes full circle to: just tell us the spoilers if you want to counter our post. Please. I beg.
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Headcanon Game - A to Z: Daddy Tae 🤪
Oh Guuuurl you really gonna make me answer em all? Well, I suppose you asked...so I'll deliver.
Kim Taehyung | V | AKA (Daddy Tae)
A - Aftercare
Personally I feel that Tae would be overly lovey after sex. He’d take a few deep breaths to recover before slathering you in kisses and praises of just how well you took his cock ;)
B - Body Part (Fav on them & on their lover)
Now I'm not sure if this is accurate but I feel like Taehyung really likes his hands...on his lover, I think he’d really care for their eyes. The eyes can tell a lot. And with Taehyung loving scenery and the art of Photography, I think he’d come to understand that the eyes can speak for the person they belong to.
C - Cum
Oh boy here we go, Tae and Cum. Hmmm, well if we’re thinking about where he’d like to cum...I’d say he’d love to cum either in your mouth or across the swell of your breasts (that is to say...if you were opposed to him cumming inside of you).
D - Dirty Secret
Taehyung secretly lovessss degrading dirty talk. He tends to exude a soft demeanor where he’d take on the role of dominant but his specialty has always been praising. However, he isn’t and never has been opposed to calling you his little slut, and may even go as far as calling you his cock sleeve.
E - Experienced (How experience are they?)
Tae knows what he wants, and how to get it. He knows how and where to touch you in order to make you cum and to leave you wanting more...he’s definitely no rookie.
F - Favorite Position
Taehyung lives for missionary. Any position that allows him to see your face mold with pleasure as he fucks you is a damn gold mine to him. He isn’t exactly impartial to doggy though ;)
G - Goofy (Are they serious or goofy in the moment)
Definitely serious. What more can I say? Taehyung takes sex with you. Very. Serious. Sure, foreplay can be fun and even laughable. But the second it comes to sticking it anywhere...all laughs melt away to reveal moans.
H - Hair (How well groomed? Does the carpet match the drapes?)
I think taehyung would take pride in his grooming regimen. However, he’d still feel that keeping some of his tree unpruned (if ya know what I'm sayin) would keep him feeling more manly and therefore, sexier. If you’re wondering what color Taehyung’s pubes are...well the carpet matches the drapes of his natural hair. (Clearly he doesn’t dye his drapes) omg can you imagine.
I - Intimacy
Tae’s intimacy level fluctuates depending on his patience at the moment. I feel that if the sex between you two was ‘a quickie’ then he’d be just that. Quick. He’d make the most of your shared time and get you off, trying his best to not be selfish. However, if you had HOURS of time to do absolutely nothing except taint every surface then...intimacy would be Taehyung’s top priority. He’d tease, and praise, and oh god he’d kiss you everywhere. Calling you beautiful and HIS. If it’s intimacy you’re looking for...Tae’s your man.
Imagine this: Taehyung and you are married. You’re the mother to two beautiful baby boys. BTS has since disbanded (cries) and a shared life between you and Taehyung was all the two of you had wanted since the disbandment. The boys still stay in touch and regularly spend time together. Years of habit don’t get broken easily. In your free time, Taehyung and you have the most loving of sex. He slowly fucks you until you beg for more. He kisses your neck, cheeks, collarbones and so on. He takes pride in pleasing you first, hoping that getting you off will earn reward: which it always does.
J - Jacking Off
Why would Taehyung Jack Off when he has a ripe for the taking beautiful woman right in front of him? However, I think he’d loveeeee Masturtiming (Masturbating together over facetime.) If you weren’t together. He'd opt to doing that.
K - Kink(s)
Not sure if this classifies as a kink. But he loves to hold your hands over your head. Whether they be tied or held there...oh god he LOVES seeing you like that. Splayed out and writhing.
L - Location (Fave spot to do the dirty)
Tae’s all about hearing you. If the two of you were in public...keeping you quiet would prove to be a turn off rather than a turn on. So, he tends to like the bedroom. Or in front of a roaring fireplace if the option is there. Then the two fo you could share a tub of ice cream to cool down afterwards.
M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets him going)
B I T I N G. I happen to be a strong believer that if you nibble on Taehyung’s lip, neck, or ear he’ll be putty in your hands. However, calling him daddy and asking him to cum for you will suffice as well.
N - NO (Something they’d never do, Turn Off’s)
Pegging. Being the dominant one, seeing you attempt to switch the roles would not only have him soft but would also kill the mood in seconds flat.
O - Oral (Prefer to give or receive? Skill?)
He prefers to be given head. He’ll go down on you if you want him to. However, he wants to see you on your knees, looking up at him with eyes that beg for more...
P - Pace
Rough. And his pace would change throughout. He’d want to drag you close to the edge of oblivion only to slow down enough to have you float back to where you began. This would go on until he knew you could cum together.
Q - Quickie’s (Opinion on)
I kinda mentioned quickies briefly. Taehyung doesn’t like them. But if you decide to be a tease and wear a dress thats just a little too short out somewhere, especially around the others...he might just have to excuse the two of you for some hot bathroom sex.
R - Risk (Willing to be risky? Game to experiment?)
Aside from perfectly harmless touches underneath the confines of a clothed table...then no. Being public is trashy to Taehyung and the very idea of anyone catching a glimpse disgusts him. He’d rather have his way with you in private.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Tae usually bounces back rather quickly, especially if you’re game for another round. However, everyone has a limit. And both of you usually cut yourselves off at three...four...okay maybe five rounds a day ;)
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Toys + Taehyung = A GOOD FUCKING TIME. Usually used on you. He kinda likes gags...
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Tae loves to tease, I've hinted at this a bunch already.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Groans. Tae would rather hear you though, so he remains quiet most of the time.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Taehyung agrees to public sex once, in a car. The two of you get caught by police and that’s just another of the many reasons as to why he hates it added to the list. You laugh it off and get Wendy’s after, arguing over the idea of whether French fries + frosties is a good combo or not.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
...need I add more?
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Taehyung has pretty good control and tends to hold his own...however, when you drop the slightest hint that you’re horny...oh he’s on you faster than a dog on a peanut butter covered spoon.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Well, how good was the sex? 1-10? When was it? If we’re talking a 10 at noon...give him twenty, an energy drink and a pat on the back. He’ll be okay soon enough. If it’s anything below a 5 after noon he’ll get up like it was nothing. However...sex with taehyung is always a 6-10 bitch. lets be real.
6-10 between the hours of 7am - noon (THAT WAS HIS MORNING COFFEE BITCH DOESN’T NEED HIS LATTE NO MORE!)
6-10 between to hours of noon - 5pm (Most sex between you two happens around here. Taehyung’s energy is at its peak and you’re always looking so damn GOOOOOD. He can’t help himself. Needless to say, he’ll be awake well afterwards.)
6-10 between the hours of 5pm - midnight (Tae disfavors the evening due to the fact that he’ll most likely be eating dinner and dessert. No one gets horny when they’re stuffed...boy will need a quick nap.)
6-10 between the hours of midnight - 7am (He LOVES late night sex. Being woken up by you kissing at his neck and whispering sweet nothings in his ear is heaven. And he fucks you soooo good. Both of you will be wiped by the end, wrapped in each other’s arms.)
PHEW. Alright peasants. Taehyung DONE ✔️
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A - Z ㅡ Taeyong
NOT NSFW!!!
A/N: A twist on the traditional A-Z that’s NSFW and now a fluffy version. Yes, I made these up, sorry if they’re bad-
A - According To ...
According to Taeil, Taeyong is very sensitive and just wants to be loved.
B - Bored [ what he does when he’s bored ]
Scrolls through his phone or sleeps if possible- Basically, what we all do too.
C - Cuddling
Cuddle bug, he loves cuddles. He doesn’t mind if he’s the big or little spoon, or your limbs are all tangled together, facing one another. Anything with contact he’s fine with- He likes burying his face, can’t say why... He’s gorgeous, not sure why he’d hide. But he finds it most comfortable and a good way to block out the light, plus he’s enraptured in your scent, nuzzling into the crook of your neck or chest. He’ll snuggle anywhere, in bed, on the sofa, in the back of a taxi, etc... When he’s sleepy or has a bit of alcohol in his system he’s the most cuddly, murmuring shit no one can understand.
D - Day or Night?
He prefers night. Usually in the darkness of his bed, illuminated by his phone.
E - Excited [ what he does when he’s excited ]
He wiggles! He’s a wiggler~ When he gets excited his hands clasp together, or onto the person he’s with and he smiles, even laughs. He’ll even go as far as to bounce around, clapping his hands. When he can’t hold it in he does a variety of weird motions, not really knowing what to do with his hands for once.
F - Fans
He loves his fans so much! He credits them with everything, without them he wouldn’t be where he is today and NCT wouldn’t. Each and everyday he reads what fans say on either the fan board, twitter, youtube comments, instagram, etc... And I bet you each and everyday he smiles because of the things he reads. He told fans once if they see NCT on the street to run up to them and hug them without saying anything [pretty sure that’s what a lot of sasaeng fans try to do anyway in the airport, and you’d definitely get a bodyguard on your ass]- He just wants NCTzenies to love one another and NCT!
G - Gayness
Hmm, around 40% I would say. Jaeyong is still a strong ship. He’s a very subtle and chill gay, but still a confident one- Except for when it comes to Jungwoo and Win, then he gets flustered... bc... cute angels.
H - Heart
He’s got such a big heart and so many don’t know!!! He did wrongs in his past and has been branded for them ever since, even tho time and time again he’s apologized, cried, and addressed them with regret... With his lyrics too you can tell he wants to be loved, as Taeil said. He’s a leader, and has to be compassionate and sympathetic to be able to handle his group mates and have them all love him- He’s a huge softie, have you ever seen him around animals?
I - Imagine ...
Imagine baking chocolate chip cookies together.
J - Jealousy
He’s jealous. If it’s just between mates it’s fine, Johnny and Jae hanging out, chill. But it comes when he’s attached to certain people who he finds himself close with, but they give another attention... He needs attention, especially yours. He’ll find something else to do other than watch, pour himself a glass of water, look at his phone, turn around and act like he’s going to sleep. It’s a mini silent treatment until you address him. He’ll still ask later about it, what was Yuta saying that was so important? Be a bit obvious he’s jealous, he doesn’t mind if you know, he’d prefer you/them know than be oblivious.
K - Kisses
A great kisser!!! He gives all his friends little pecks on their cheeks and says his kisses are a reward to his members~ Any chance this giggling mess has pop a smooch on your cheek, nose, or forward he will- Even for the littlest of things, the way you cutely sneezed or whined at him for being too loud. When it comes to your lips, he has a thousand different kissed saved for each occasion; a sweet and chaste kiss for when your sleepy, a rushed and teeth-bared smooch for when he’s excited, long sensual make-outs when he’s upset or emotional, rough and passionate kisses when your pulling on his shirt, etc... His lips are so soft and travel all over the he can reach, your hand, sure, your hair, of course, your nose, certainly, the back of your neck and shoulder, naturally~
L - Lyric [ personal/my favorite lyric or verse ]
“I’ll show myself to you, so show yourself to me too. Hug me. What do I do with this attention-seeking illness I’ve caught because of you?” Baby Don’t Like It - NCT 127
I mean he rapped earlier in it about being a hard ass bitch who’s going to play with your heartbeat, wanting you to kick and hit him... But look- He’s a real softy, just talking the talk to get your attention. These lyrics seem so soft to me- Like his real feelings for a S/O
M - Moody
He can be a moody bitch, no lie. Especially since he’s exhausted far too often and doesn’t have the energy to deal with everyone 24/7. When he gets in his moods he can become really quiet and keep to himself, his typical look of boredom on his face...
N - Neediness
Depends on who it’s with. In this kind of scenario obviously it’s dedicated to the reader, so I’d say only with you is he needy, for attention and all. He’s needy with his members too, since they know him inside and out, but he doesn’t want to put strain on people or seem annoying, so with staff and others he won’t act needy.
O - Open or Closed?
He’s a pretty closed person, he doesn’t make friends easily and it’s especially hard being a celebrity- Knowing who you can trust and get close with and who you can’t... But with his close friends he’s very open, they’re his only outlet since he doesn’t want to worry his family.
P - Picky?
When it comes to food he’s not so picky- I mean he has a list of stuff he doesn’t like, but he’s also very willing to try new things~ When it comes to people, he’s kinda picky who he’d chose as his friends. He has high standards and it takes a lot of work to become close to him, so you’d be the top 1%
Q - Question [ something I wonder about him... ]
With a S/O, would his germaphobia lessen? Would he share a water bottle with me? Cuz I mean I have it also, but I’d share with him
R - Rec [ song rec directly from him ]
When I Fall in Love - Nat King Cole
S - Skinship
He’s fine with it, he does PDA too. He’s not shy of it and naturally is one into skin contact for the simplest of things. Rustling your hair if you did a good job, interlocking fingers, squeezing the flesh of your arms unconsciously as he spouts, poking your cheek, gently body bumping before chuckling as you push him out of your way, etc...
T - Talent
Off the charts, no questions asked. Amazing actor, singer, rapper, dancer, person, etc...
U - Unique [ a unique characteristic ]
He has so many facets. You all already know what I’m talking about. He’s cool and sexy on stage, but adorable and sometimes awkward off. His persona is so unique, how he’s able to switch so casually. I think it makes him unique, I’ve never met someone who can so coolly be two-faced.
V - Vegetable [ how he is when lazy ]
I’m not 100% sure, but I can guess. If he’s feeling tired and has the chance, he’d probably sleep. Usually tho, he probably plays Animal Crossing or another game on his phone- Possibly even taking some time to lounge around and scroll through the NCT tag on Twitter. If he has to do something he’s obviously going to not want to, but he’s a big boy and as NCT’s leader he’s learned a lot about doing things even though he may not want to and matured a lot as well, so he’ll still silently do whatever it is he’s asked before plopping on the sofa once more.
W - Wink
X - X-Man [ if he had a superpower it would be... ]
He said he’d like the ability to teleport, to visit all the Czennies around the world no doubt- His parents too-
Y - Yellow [ his thoughts on the color ‘Yellow’ ]
If the color gold is considered yellow... He may like it. But in general I think he can agree it’s an ugly and awkward color- I mean when do you ever see him willingly wearing yellow??? Never
Z - Zodiac
Cancer~ Very sensitive. He matches well with Cancer, Taurus, Pisces, & Scorpio ^^ He doesn’t match well with Aries or Libra T T
#nct#nct imagine#nct a-z#nct fluff#nct zodiac#at the v end srry#nct scenario#taeyong#taeyong fluff#taeyong a-z
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BIG BROTHER PART 2// HARRISON OSTERFIELD X READER
Summary: Big Brother is a reality TV show that allows a number of contestants to live in isolation that try to avoid eviction by their houseguest, and last man standing wins half a million dollars.
Word count: 4.3K 💛
A/N: Yay, 2nd part is out.. I still don’t know if this series is working out the way I thought it would, I also didn’t write the HoH comp and veto comp because its literally A LOT! lol but I hope you can just use y’alls imagination a bit. Idk this part has a lot going on.. If I missed anybody in the taglist please let me know!
Warnings: A TON of cussing tbh, sort of proofread not really, hella drama
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All Z does is walk away and go up to Haz and Y/N who are now in the beehive room, “We got to pull out a win in this HoH.” Y/N shuts the door behind her, “I have to tell you guys something before the HoH comp..I got the first temptation of the summer.”
Harrison scratches his head, “Wait, what temptation?” Y/N takes a seat and looks up at the two, “I got called to the diary room the other night, and America gave me the first temptation.” He scratches his head, “I’m so confused.” You slap your forehead, “Haz, America basically gave me like a care package.” The blonde’s eyes widen, and he has a shook face.
Zendaya covers her mouth, “You’re kidding?” Y/N shakes her head, “No, I’m being deadass.. I get to stop an eviction from happening on eviction night.” Harrison stands in shock, he picks Y/N into an embrace and spins her around “America likes you, you’re doing something right.”
From the corner of Y/N’s eye, she can feel Zendaya staring hard “Haz, put me down.”
Y/N’s DR: As much as I love being held by Haz, I immediately tell him to put me down. I can’t have Z thinking we’re a thing. *purses her lips* Well, we aren’t..I don’t think we are anyway.
Zendaya’s DR: Since when was Haz a part of my alliance with Y/N? Maybe this showmance thing might be true but I still trust her and until she shows disloyalty, I’m gonna continue to be loyal to her.
Zendaya crosses her arms and gets close to Y/N, “Don’t tell anyone else, this stays between us okay?” Y/N and Haz nod their heads in synchronicity and they all begin to walk out of the room.
Zendaya’s DR: I wish she would’ve just told me and not Harrison in the room but hopefully she can use the temptation when it’s the right moment.
*After the HoH competition*
The houseguests start walking into the house from the backyard, everyone walking in a bit annoyed. It wasn’t an endurance competition, it was a question competition in which Tana won.
Tana’s DR: That’s right, after being on the block last week.. YOUR girl is now HoH! *holds up house key* This whole house is underestimating me..
Shawn walks up to Tana whose drinking water in the kitchen, “Hey girl, congrats.” He goes in for a hug and she whispers in my ear, “You’re not my target, I want Madeleine out this week.” He pulls away and nods his head in his agreement, “ Yeah, yeah. Whatever you want to do.”
Shawn’s DR: Of course I tell Tana lets do what she wants, she’s freaking HoH.
Madelaine’s DR: Tana being HoH is a bit scary because I know I’m going up on the block.
Tana brings his head backs in for a whisper, “Hook me up with Tom.” Shawn’s head immediately shoots back and looks back at Tom who is talking to Hayley and Y/N about how he has so closing to win the competition.
Shawn’s DR: What the fuck? Is she serious? *he shrugs his shoulders* I mean, I’ll tell him but I can’t promise he’ll want her back.
Tana walks away from Shawn and heads to the restroom to shower passing Madelaine in the hallway.
Madelaine’s DR: Well, Tana is HoH now and this sucks because no matter what I tell her she’s going to me up next to Joe. *she scratches her root while a tear rolls down her face*
Joe walks into the bathroom while Tana takes her makeup off in the mirror, “Hey can we talk?” She just nods while wiping off her eyeliner, and he takes a seat on the sink counter, “Look, had you not blew up my game like that I would’ve taken you down with the veto.”
She turns to him while rubbing her eye, “No, I totally get it. I fucked up, you’re not my target. Madelaine is.” He jumps off the counter and starts looking at himself in the mirror, “Who are you going to throw up there with her?” She takes her hair out of a bun, “I want to throw up Y/N or Harrison up there with her.”
Joe looks at Tana through the mirror, “you’re serious?” She turns her back and leans on the counter, “Yeah, I just feel like they’re both strong players.” He continues to brush his hair, “What about a backdoor? Don’t give either one to get a chance to play the veto.”
Tana bites her lip, “Yeah, I mean we’re still screwed if they get picked to play.” He sighs, “The odds are smaller though, just think about it.”
Joe grips her shoulder lightly, and then walks out. Tana turns back into the mirror and know that she has a lot of thinking to do.
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*Big Brother’s voice comes on the intercom*
“Tom, please go the diary room.”
Tom is in the kitchen as he makes his way to the diary room. As he enters into the diary room, Shawn exits the bathroom and questions Tom’s where abouts, “Has anyone seen Tom? I wanted to see if he wanted to lift for a bit?” He is standing in the center of the kitchen as Tana passes by him going up the stairs, “He’s dead.”
Shawn eyes widen, “What?” His hands land behind his head, tears beginning to flood his eyes “You’re kidding? Don’t lie.” She smiles as she keeps walking up the stairs, “Well, I don’t see him do you?” Thats the last thing she says before she enters her room.
He begins to whimper in the kitchen as he looks around, “You guys..” his voice is cracking. Y/N makes her way into the kitchen, “Shawn, what’s wrong?” He covers his mouth, “Tom is dead.” Y/N’s hand immediately pops to her chest, “What the fuck? Are you serious?” Harrison comes up next him, “What is going on?”
Madelaine chimes in, “Tana alleged that Tom is dead.”
Harrison’s DR: Tom is dead?
Meanwhile the rumor that Tom is dead, he is actually just in the diary room about to find out something juicy. When he first enters the room, he notices an envelope sitting on the chair “What’s this?” He picks it up and continues to open it as he takes his seat, this looks interesting.
“Tom, congratulations. America has decided to tempt you with the Pendant of Protection.” His jaw drops as it transitions into a smile, his crow’s feet really shining, “America...you love me?” He lets out a chuckle as he continues to read, “If you accept this temptation, you will be protected from being nominated or evicted for the next three evictions, but remember-every temptation comes with a consequence!” He pumps his fist, “Of course, I’ll take it.” As he sets down the envelope, he picks up another one that reads the consequences, “You must choose a houseguest at random to wear a toad costume for the rest of the week.”
“HA! Easy. Thanks, America!”
*Outside the Diary room*
“You guys, I haven’t seen him?! Please like-I’m having a meltdown.” Y/N is pacing in the kitchen as she goes calms Shawn down, “Who told you that he’s dead? The producers?” He nods his head, “Tana! She told me Tom is dead!”
Y/N’s DR: At first its hard to believe that Tom is dead but he’s literally MIA and we all begin to freak out.
Shawn’s DR: I start crying because I’ve grown close to Tom in this house, and he’s literally someone I can see myself being friends with outside of this house. Like I love him, he’s such a good guy.
As Shawn is crying while sitting in the kitchen, Tom exits the diary room.
“Tom, what the fuck?!” Hayley yells loud enough for Shawn to hear, “Tom?!”
The brown haired man stands confused as he just missed out on everything, “What’s wrong?” And before he could even talk, the wind is knocked out of him by Shawn hugging him, “Bro, what’s wrong?” Shawn cries into Tom’s shoulder, “Tana, told me you were dead.” Tom hugs his good friend back.
Tom’s DR: Really, Tana? This was a sick cruel joke, and I’m gonna let you know. Shawn and I have grown close in this house and for her to say that my best friend is dead was uncalled for. Watch out for me, Tana.
A few hours later after Shawn has calmed down, Tom makes his way to the HoH room to talk to Tana. He knocks before entering, he goes in as soon as he hears her welcome him in.
He walks in and stands sturn in front of her bad, she is almost confused “Uh, what’s a matter with you?”
Tom takes a seat on her bed, “what’s a matter with me, how about you explain to me why you told Shawn that I was dead?” Tana literally makes a farting noise with her lips and starts to crack up, “He actually believed me?! What the fuck? That’s everything.”
He makes a snarky face as she continues to laugh, “It’s not funny, it was cruel and mean.” She continues to chuckle, “Tom, it was never meant to escalate like that.” And just like that, it was like he triggered a switch, “You should be scared, Tom. I’m HoH.”
Tana’s DR: Are you kidding me? LIKE why would Shawn think I was being serious? I’m in a house full of idiots.
Tom’s DR: I should be scared Tana? I can’t go up on the block for three weeks, thanks America! You’ll be waiting on a surprise Tana.
Tana’s DR: I know Tom and I are fighting right now, but he’s so hot when he’s angry.
The next day the houseguest are all called into the living room by Tana who is holding an envelope, “Hey everyone, please take a seat. I have a message from Big Brother.”
She rips open the envelope and begins to read, “Houseguest, you may notice that Hayley is not in the room with us and that is because she has had to leave the game. Unfortunately she’s had an emergency that has caused her to have to forfeit her game. Hayley wants to apologize to all of you and just wants you to know that she wants to take care of her mental health. The Big Brother will continue as is, thank you.”
Zendaya’s DR: I know that everyone is competing for money but at the end of the day, we’re all human and I hope that Hayley is okay and figures out everything.
Y/N’s DR: holy shit, that was unexpected. I hope Hayley is okay and can figure out whatever has happened.
Tom’s DR: I have to applaud Hayley for stepping out of the game and deciding to take care of herself because that’s such an amazing thing. The whole house loves you Hayley, we love you.
A couple of hours later, everyone is scattered throughout the house and hanging out.
Harrison and Y/N are hanging out in the living room, her legs are lying across his while they talk.
“You know, it’s getting harder and harder to resist you the longer we’re in this house.” She laughs as she pushes his face, “What? Get out of here. You only want me because there are limited options in this house.” His face cames close to hers as, he is giggling as she is still playing hard to get “I’m being serious, there is just something about you that I really like.”
Y/N is mesmerized by his eyes, she tucks hair behind her ear as she bites her bottom lip “I want you too but I can’t...we can’t.” She doesn’t want to put a target on her back, or his. Showmances are notorious for being targets in the house, and they don’t make it far into the game but something within Harrison is telling him that he would risk that for Y/N.
“I would be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to you because I am..but I can’t put that target on you. I’m sorry Harrison.” He takes the bandana he’s wearing and slides it off, “Look, I know you want me, I’ll protect you throughout this game.” He takes her legs in closer, “We’ll just keep it lowkey, nobody has to know..just me and you.”
She’s tempted, she’s wanted him since the moment she seen him and this summer is all about temptation right? Her hand lands on his cheeks, “No one can find out okay?” And before he can respond, she leaves a quick peck on his lips and covers her face in embarrassment.
“Did I just do that?” She begins to laugh, maybe Harrison would help you out in this game and you could help him.
Y/N’s DR: I don’t know, it feels good to be comfortable with Harrison and I don’t know. I’m feeling conflicted between him and Z, now. I want to take both to the end but I can’t take both.
Harrison’s DR: Y/N is literally my number one in this house, I can trust her with anything at this point.
Zendaya’s DR: Harrison and Y/N don’t know that I’m literally eaves dropping by the corner of the room. I literally heard everything they were saying, and I can’t believe her. I’m supposed to be her final 2 and she’s here in a showmance? She ain’t taking me to the end.
*Tomorrow during the Nomination ceremony*
Tana is standing at the head of the table while everyone is waiting for her to turn the nomination keys. “This is the nomination ceremony, it is my responsibility as the head of household to put up two houseguest for eviction. I will turn two keys to lock in my nomination and they’re faces will appear on the memory wall. The first houseguest I nominate is…”
She turns the key to reveal Madelaine’s face on the memory wall, no one is surprised because she nominated Tana last week. “My next nomination is..” And she turns the next key and the face on the wall is Joe.
“I have nominated you Madelaine and Joe for eviction this week. I really have nothing to say to either of you other than you both had it out for me last week, and now it’s biting you in the ass. Good luck in the veto.”
Tana’s DR: Honestly, I could give less than two fucks about last week and y’all might think that Joe is up there because I don’t like him but we actually have a backdoor plan in set to get Tom out. We decided to put him up in the block so that we have an extra player to play for the veto, either him or I needs to win this.
Joe’s DR: I’m just acting like I’m upset about being on the block but I’m really not, this is all a part of the plan to backdoor Tom and get out him out of this house. He’s a threat, and he needs to go.
The veto competition plays out only a couple of hours later, the two nominees, Tana, Tom and Hayley were all picked to play. It was about an hour comp, the houseguests having to spell out the longest word they could make but having to move through honey.
Tana soaks in her HoH bathtub, making sure all honey from her body is gone when she hears someone walk into her room, “Who is that?”
“It’s Tom, can I come in?” She’s in a bikini because she would be completely naked in front of the whole world, she looks into one of the camera’s and rolls her eyes “Yeah, come in.” He walks into the room and takes a seat in front of Tana on the sink, “So what’s the plan?” Her head pops up from the slanted part of the bathtub “I mean, I’m not really at liberty to say much.”
Tom’s DR: So, there are already a bunch of red flags. She isn’t telling me who her replacement nominee is going to be which either indicates she just doesn’t know or she’s backdooring me.
“Tana, I just want to know who you’re thinking, you don’t have to say anything.” She adds more bubbles to her bath as she sits up, “Look, I really don’t know. I have a lot to think about.”
Tana’s DR: I’m not giving Tom what he wants to hear because he is the replacement nominee, I have to keep a poker face on.
*Veto meeting*
Madelaine and Joe sit on the nomination chairs in the living room while everyone is gathered around on the couches, and Joe standing in front of his nomination chair with the veto hanging from his neck.
Joe begins his speech, “This is the veto meeting, Madelaine and I have been nominated for eviction but I have the power to veto one of the nominations. As much as it kills me for you to stay on the block, I have to use this veto on myself.”
He looks at Tana who is standing at the head of the room, “Tana..since I have just vetoed one of your nominations, you’re going to have to name a replacement nominee.” Joe moves out of the way of the nomination chair and takes a seat next to the houseguest on the couch.
“This houseguest I’m about to nominate was very problematic this week, and is also a big threat in this game. I also wanted to work with you so badly and even possibly be in a relationship but since you were open to none of that...Tom, take a seat.”
Tom literally begins to laugh as he seats in one of the regular couches. The tension of the room is high, Shawn is beginning to freak out. Y/N and Harrison’s mouths are dropped, no one was expecting this.
As the houseguest wait for Tom to take his seat, a video begins to play on the television that reveals words that say Pendant of Protection. Instead of taking a seat, Tom stands up and pulls out a necklace from his pocket and puts it around his neck.
“Yo, I think he got a temptation..” Zendaya says as she tugs on her kinky curls. Tom looks at Tana directly in the face, “America has tempted me with the Pendant of Protection which keeps me safe from being evicted from the house for 3 weeks. I’m sorry Tana, you’re going to have to re-name another nominee.”
Tom takes a seat in between Hayley and Shawn,the amount of confidence in him is thriving right now. Tana’s stress level is through the roof, and as much as she wants to yell, she only has seconds to replace a new nominee.
She bites her lip, “I’m sorry Harrison, you got screwed. Please take a seat.”
The blonde gets up from the couches and takes a seat from next to the redhead, and Joe stands up “This veto meeting is adjourned.” He stands up to close the box and everyone sort of just sits in shock.
Y/N is shaking, one of her closet allies is thrown on the block and she doesn’t know why. She immediately gets up from her seat and follows Tana, “Hey can we talk?”
Tana turns around, stopping in front of everyone wanting to put Y/N on the spot “Did you want to ask me why I put your lover on the block?”
Y/N becomes flustered, and Tana’s comments make her shake even more “He’s not my lover, this was just so random.. I don’t understand.”
Tana crosses her arms and scoffs, “You should ask Zendaya, she threw you guys under the bus last night.”
*flashback*
Zendaya is eating some oats while hanging out with Tana, “Look, I know we had beef before but there are much bigger targets in this house.” The blonde pulls of the headphones from her head and asks for names in which Z responds, “Y/N and Harrison.”
Tana laughs at the shocked expression on Y/N’s face, “That’s right, your best friend told me all about your showmance. If there is anyone you should be talking to, it’s Zendaya.” And with that she walks up the stairs into her room.
Y/N feels the ultimate betrayal, especially by her closet ally. The whole house including Zendaya saw the confrontation, you immediately turn around and charge at your friend, “Are you kidding me, Zendaya? You’re actually fucking serious, why would you do that?”
Zendaya’s DR: I did throw them under the bus but I had no idea Tana was going to do that. It’s time for damage control in front of the houseguest.
Zendaya stands up, “You think I’m stupid? I heard both of you talking about wanting each other-” you interrupt, “So I guess that final 2 deal is out of the front door huh?”
Y/N’s DR: There is an obvious line drawn in the sand between Zendaya and me. I just can’t let her get away with this.
Z shrugs her shoulders, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Y/N gets closer, “I Can’t believe you right now Zendaya, this is bullshit.” Before Y/N can get any closer she is pulled by Harrison, “Just drop it, come on.”
“That’s right Harrison, defend your girl!” Z yells as she walks to one of the bedrooms as Harrison pulls Y/N out into the backyard.
“It’s okay, it’s okay!” Harrison yells as he drags Y/N out, “It’s not Haz! We’re going to be targets now, we have to get you off the block. I’m using my temptation on you.” He sits her down by the pool and shakes his head, “No, no. I think I can convince a few people to save me, I would never ask you to do that.”
You put your arm around his shoulders, “I can’t believe her.. I guess that’s the name of the game right?” Haz picks Y/N up bridal style, “You’re a bit hot right now, let’s cool you off?” Y/N frowns her eyebrows “What are you talkin-” and before she can finish what she is saying, he’s thrown her into the pool fully clothed.
She comes back up to the surface and spots the blue eyed man laughing his head off, “Ooo, Haz. You’re gonna regret that.” They both laugh as he follows into the pool after that, as he rises from the bottom he grabs Y/N and holds her, “We’re gonna be fine, I’m gonna protect us for the rest of this game.. I swear.” You nod, now that you guys are exposed this was probably you’re only option, “if you stay, They’re going to come after us for the rest of the season..” he smirks, “I don’t care, it’s just you and I now.”
Y/N’s DR: it sucks because Zendaya was my closest ally and if Harrison stays were going to have to stay on alert at all times now, if he stays we have to win HoH next week.
Harrison’s DR: So I’m on the block which sucks but I think I can convince some of the houseguest to get rid of Madelaine this week. She’s already done enough damage so hopefully my plan works.
*Eviction Night a couple of days later*
Julie Chen appears on the screen in the living room “Houseguests, the time has come to cast your votes to evict. Tana as current Head of Household, you will not be to cast a vote, neither will the two nominees. You will only cast a vote in an event of a tie. Y/N, you’re first, please had to the diary room.”
Y/N heads into the diary room and sits in the DR couch, “I happily vote to evict Madelaine.” Julie thanks her as she exits and next Shawn enters the room.
“Hi , please cast your vote to evict.” He waves, “Hey Julie, I cast my vote to evict Madelaine.” He gets up from the chair and high fives Tom as he enters the diary room, Tom takes his seat. “Hi Tom, please cast your vote to evict.
The rest of the houseguest continue to vote while everyone sits in silence til Julie returns on the screen.
“Houseguests, all the votes are in. Just a reminder, once the evicted houseguest is revealed, he or she will only have a few moments to say goodbye to their houseguests and walk out the front door. With a vote of 3-2… Madelaine, you have been evicted from the Big Brother house.”
Madelaine hugs her houseguests one by one, not holding any grudge while saying her final goodbyes. She takes her final steps and walks into the crowd with Julie to do her interview and the door closes, all hell breaking loose.
Tana stands on the table that is in the living room, “Why the fuck are the votes going south? Harrison was supposed to go this week!”
Harrison moves to the kitchen, “I’m standing right here you know”
Harrison’s DR: I was supposed to leave this week but I was able to cut a deal with Shawn and Tom.
Shawn’s DR: Tom and I decided that if we let Harrison stay, we could control him and Y/N as numbers for our side but once we don’t need them anymore then they’re gone.
Julie’s voice comes on the screen again: “Houseguest, please head to the backyard for the HoH competition.”
Zendaya’s DR: I HAVE to win this HoH, I need to get Y/N and Harrison on the block.
Y/N and Harrison high five each other, “Good luck Haz.” He winks at her as they enter their individual cubbies, with all the other houseguest in theirs as well.
Julie’s voice comes on the intercom: “ Houseguest, the power is up for grabs. Tana, as outgoing Head of Household you are not allowed to compete. Tonight’s competition will consist of all things Big Brother, I’ll read you a series of questions that will test your knowledge on the items in the Big Brother house.”
The competition literally takes out all the houseguest with the first question except Zendaya and Y/N.
Julie reads the next question: “In the living room, there are 20 coal balls in the fireplace. True or false?”
Zendaya turns her answer to false, Y/N turns her answer to true. Julie chimes in, “Answers are locked in. The correct answer is false which makes Zendaya the new head of Household.”
Z jumps out of the cubbie and straight into Tom’s arms, she throws her fist in the air happily as Tana puts the necklace around her neck, “Congrats girl.” As Z and the other houseguest celebrate her victory, Y/N stays in the cubbie as she bows her head in defeat.
She feels arms come around her waist, knowing that it’s Harrison she hugs him while he kisses her forehead, “We’re for sure going up.”
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A/N: I WOULD LOVE SOME FEEDBACK GUYS, PLEASE PLEASE! I want to know what you guys think of this series, I don’t even know how I feel so knowing how you feel will definitely help me a TON! Theories, predictions, or whatever you want to say is welcome. Also I know that Y/N has the temptation BUT will she actually use it? Idk anyway haha Love you all-Amy 💛
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