#not because the pairings were necessarily toxic but because the way it was forced on my like THIS IS NORMAL BE THIS YOU CAN'T BE ANYTHING

[mossy-thing]

@outofangband @main-to-outofangband is the recreation of the post you were asking me about. I tried to keep it as close to the original as I could, so I hope what you wanted to comment on is still there

Something I really admire about Tolkiens writing is that he manages to write m/f relationships that don't bore me but actually make me interested and invested in their story.

I am sure that many of you can relate to this, but I would like to say it regardless: Growing up queer with basically no media representation makes me want to throw up whenever I see a generic female lead start fluttering her eyes at a generic male lead who is ten years older than her and just tried to kill her.

So why am I so excited about, for example, Beren and Lúthien?

Let me explain. What Tolkien does is simple yet genius: he switches up the powerdynamics. He takes a guy, drags him through the most traumatic shit possible so he is permanently covered in blood and tears, makes it seem like he has grown unapprochable and dangerous because of it (Think Beren fighting armies of orcs completely on his own), and lets him run wild for a bit.

Then he takes a woman, who is one of the most etheral and powerful beings in general and who also seems unapprochable and dangerous, not because of what she has gone through, but because of who she is.

Now he takes both of them, drops them in a 10 mile radius of one another like a chemist would drop sulfur and salpeter acid into grape juice, and lets them react. And then the magic happens.

The man immediately turns into a himbo ("Can you teach me how to dance?") and the woman into a girlboss who WILL tear apart the world if anyone dares to hurt her man. They fall in love, and it feels so real.

They are so passionate and honest about each other, so much so that the narrative eventually grows bored of it and throws an AND THEN CAME CELEGORM WITH THE SPEAR at the two (which set off the funniest fight scene I ever read).

And throughout it all, while the main plot is going on, Beren is just kind of... there. He tries to go off on his own two times and Lúthien just shows up and makes it clear that "Yes Beren, I understand you want to keep me safe, but I am half angel and you are a himbo, if I don't come with you, you will die with a 100% certainty, and I would rather be tortured by Morgoth than let that happen. I'm coming with you, you fool."

And after the second time, he is fine with it. He doesn't feel threatened in his masculinity or whatever any Tom Cruise character would do, but he respects her wishes and is just thankful that she is with him on this journey.

She has to save him multiple times and he is nothing but thankful. He falls asleep while she fights Morgoth (and I know why, but it feels like Tolkien saying: Alright, Lúthien is being epic, fuck I forgot to write what Beren is doing, errrrr, he's under her spell too. Yup.) But the best part is that, while the powerdynamics are switched up, there is no moment where he is afraid of her in a "Fuck you could literally tear me apart", kind of way.

He simply loves her and she simply loves him. That is a given fact.

We need more pathetic man/powerful girlboss relationships guys, if a white english guy could do this in the 20s then so can we!

[aphroditelovesu]

I love your greek mythology work! Do you have a headcanon for hermes please?

''You run as much as you want but I will always catch you.'' — Hermes.

❝ ⚚ — lady l: thank you very much, anon! Here are Hermes' hcs, I don't know why it took so long to do it but I finally wrote it and I hope you like it! Forgive me for any mistakes and good reading! ❤️

❝tw: obsessive behavior, manipulation, stalking, mention of death, Reader is put in a dangerous situation on purpose, toxic relationships.

❝⚚pairing: yandere!hermes x gender neutral!reader.

Hermes is a very playful and calm god in his obsession. He is not demanding and will not demand that you love him, he does not need your love. All he wants is for you to stay with him and let him adore you completely. Hermes doesn't really care about trying to control you, he prefers to let you roam free for his own interests. Just because he knows you will be his at the end of the day.

He is known for his carefree nature and his ability to adapt to different situations. He values freedom and autonomy, both for himself and others. That's why Hermes won't try to restrict you or force you to stay with him. He wants you to choose him willingly and he knows you will.

Hermes would value your freedom, but at the same time he would subtly manipulate circumstances to ensure that you were always close to him. He would use his ability to travel quickly to appear in the most unexpected places, always keeping a close eye on his darling. You could never escape the god's gaze.

There is no one for you but him, Hermes knows that. He is a god, after all, and he knows you will be his. There's no way you can't be, everything is calculatedly planned so that he gets you in the end. And you will accept everything because it is your place next to him.

Hermes is a stalker, however. He likes to chase and will always be wherever you are, just in disguise. You will never notice the eyes of the god of messengers upon you, shining with what appears to be hidden amusement. The god could use his ability to travel quickly to monitor and control his darling, and his communication skills to maintain constant contact, sometimes in an intimidating manner.

He would not be the controlling type in the traditional sense of a god, but rather a constant observer, always present in your surroundings, discreetly accompanying you in all your activities. His ability to adapt to different situations would make him a master at hiding his true intentions, while maintaining a façade of lightness and friendliness.

Hermes would not necessarily be aggressive, but his constant presence and obsessive desire for his beloved could create an atmosphere of discomfort and insecurity. He could use his communication skills to maintain constant contact, sending messages and gifts in a seemingly innocent manner but with an underlying aura of intimidation.

His gifts and gifts may seem harmless at first, but Hermes wants to make it clear that he will not tolerate being ignored or left in the background. Expensive and magnificent gifts can become body parts of people close to you. He doesn't want to scare you, but he has limited patience.

He's not exactly possessive or jealous because Hermes knows he's the only one for you. The god sees no reason to be jealous when he knows you belong to him, but that doesn't mean he doesn't get jealous. Hermes feels jealous in a very subtle way and you will hardly notice it unless you are very observant.

Hermes would be a master of subtle manipulation, never appearing threatening at first glance, but always ingeniously orchestrating circumstances to keep you close to him. He can put you in dangerous and desperate situations so that he can save you, acting as your hero and savior, without you knowing that it was really his fault.

He would use his communication skills to stay in constant contact, flooding you with messages and calls, creating an underlying aura of intimidation. His communication methods can range from playful to threatening, depending on his mood and your response. Hermes may have a controlled temper, but he can become easily angered if he doesn't get what he wants. And he wants you.

Hermes would love to travel with you, he would take you anywhere you wanted, be it the human world or the gods and mythological creatures, he would take you wherever you wanted in the blink of an eye. Seeing your smile when you visit a place he's always wanted to is the best gift he could ask for.

The god is a born stalker and a master at manipulating you in subtle ways, but he is not overwhelming or possessive. All he wants is you, to have you and if you run, he will catch you. You are his in every sense of the word. Hermes will take good care of you, don't worry, once he has you attached to him, he will make sure you are happy and satisfied with life by his side. It's not like you have a choice.

[yanderes-galore]

Romantic Nanami(JJK) concept?

I can try, sure! Hope you enjoy him :) I had trouble writing his character as I guess I didn't connect with him as much as others? But I still enjoy him.

Yandere! Kento Nanami Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective/Possessive behavior, Manipulation, Stalking, Degrading behavior, Isolation, Childish punishment, Forced relationship.

Nanami doesn't seem like the type of person who easily gets attached to people.

He's learned that's a poor choice since he was young.

In fact, his youth was stolen from him due to his role as a sorcerer.

He's reserved and often not emotional/sentimental.

He's blunt and doesn't mince words.

So I imagine manipulation with him is the same, no flowery language or words to soften the blow.

He'd just be blunt and state you need him or something similar.

He'd be strict and serious, not expressing much weakness or emotion.

He's hard to read and can be an intimidating yandere.

Which would make Nanami another yandere who's unpredictable in this universe.

Except for him... it's because he rarely shows emotion or what he's thinking at all.

He's not necessarily possessive in my eyes... but he's certainly protective and I wouldn't doubt it if he was isolating too.

Nanami would believe all he does for you is for your own good.

So every person he scares off, every curse he gets rid of, every lock he places on your gilded cage by his side...

All to keep you safe... and hopefully happy.

He's quick to irritate which doesn't help with his strict behavior.

He seems like the type of yandere to scold his darling like a child, even when they're in a relationship.

You could be a sorcerer just like him... and he treats you like you'll die without him.

In a way, you can excuse this as him being scared to lose you like he's lost so many others.

But he still shouldn't do this... part of him knows that.

If you weren't a sorcerer then he tries his hardest to shield you from such a life.

If you were, it's like he wants you to quit.

Nanami would always watch you like a stern hawk.

As though you'll get hurt if he doesn't.

Sometimes he's sociable but often he prefers to just stay... reserved.

You are one of the only ones he really bothers to talk to that doesn't seem forced.

He's fond of you, really is, but is obviously not the most sentimental person.

Even as a partner he seems to act suffocating.

It's like a parent watching a child sometimes.

You can tell him off about this, complain he doesn't give you enough credit.

You can try to convince him you can take care of yourself.

But he just... refuses to believe it.

Nanami's affection is often silent.

Things like quiet (yet tight) hugs along with kisses.

While Nanami can be condescending, he's loving in his own way.

He seems like the type to want his spouse to be a house spouse.

Big house with security, you staying home all the time, it would soothe a lot of his stresses...

Plus, coming home to you would make him feel a lot better.

He likes the idea of a traditional life.

Maybe no kids, but you at home, and him coming to spoil you when he's home.

Would Nanami kidnap? Not really.

I feel it's a bit too out of character for him and his yandere type.

He's a yandere who lurks in the background of your life primarily before eventually confronting you.

He'd use manipulation but it's often taken as concern or orders.

For example, if he asks you to stay around him due to the Curse activity in the area, you'd most likely listen as you trust him.

Even more so when he becomes your boyfriend.

You may even understand his concern and not register it as toxic.

In a world where Curses exist around every corner, you understand when Nanami expresses concern.

Although, it can quickly start getting toxic when he removes your independence... "to keep you safe."

He does this by offering you to move into his home or convincing you to quit your job.

Would Nanami get jealous? He isn't very... open about it.

Like most emotions he tends to not show it.

It would be very subtle cues like clenching a fist or gripping a table.

He doesn't trust many around you but tolerates it.

Only because he knows you're his when you get home.

While he's mostly overprotective, a subtle feeling of possessiveness is hinted at in his actions.

Things like tight holds or rough kisses when you're alone show that in him.

Nanami doesn't entirely tolerate you fighting with him.

Arguments occur at times, especially when Nanami tries to coax you into giving up your independence.

He thinks you're being childish at times when in reality he's the one being paranoid.

Nanami may also punish you like a child, which just makes things more degrading.

Stupid things like, you sit in your room kinda thing (or spanking I guess).

Nanami no doubt means well... in his eyes.

But he takes it too far, unfortunately.

Would Nanami murder rivals? No.

He knows he's insane for being a Sorcerer (and keeping you in your shared home) but he draws the line at... petty murder.

The most he does is keep you at your shared home and away from people.

He feels that's where you're safest... and it reassures him you're his.

He shows his appreciation through affection... maybe even gifts.

He does seem like he'd buy you gifts, be that clothes or items he thinks you'll like.

Holding you close is comfort to him, his stresses melting easily in your presence.

His biggest issue is he's just overprotective... right?

It's not like he isolates you to keep you to himself, right?

He's... He's just concerned, right?

Giving you gifts and affection isn't to distract you, is it?

Nanami just wants you safe from potential danger because he cares...

He'd never isolate you for any other reason... right?

[melminli]

Poison Paradise

pairing: hazbin hotel x fem. reader

summery - the gang finds out about one of your past relationships, which was kinda - well, actually really bad. you weren't proud that it happened either, but it did, and you couldn't really change that fact. no matter how much you wanted to.

word count: 1.5k

contains: alcohol consumption, toxic relationships, crack, (tw: val), cursing, strong language, sinner reader, sexual themes, demon horniness

Angel Dust felt his way through the liquor cabinet at the bar with all the arms at his disposal, looking for more stuff, stronger stuff - he wasn't necessarily picky, to be honest. The only thing that mattered was that it would make him feel numb. He had already put a good collection of bottles on the counter, and it was a large pile of different stuff. Though, he doubted if any amount of alcohol would be enough today. Fuck it, maybe all of Hell didn't even have enough alcohol for him because after today, Angel believed anything to be possible.

"Get the fuck out of my bar." Husker finally grumbled as he spotted the intruder in his area. "You sit. I make drinks." He said and shoved his emotional figure out by force. He really didn't want to listen to any of his whining right now.

A loud groan was heard in response, one that epitomized Angel's agony. "One fuckin' drink won't be enough this time." He moaned as if he was in pain and draped himself over a bar stool before grabbing one of the bottles he had placed on the counter earlier. He drank the whole thing without looking at the label. "I don't even think all the damn drinks in Hell could fill this horrible feelin' in the deepest parts of my heart." He said, wiping away the liquid that had spilled from the corner of his mouth. He was about to take another bottle, but Husker took it away before it could get anywhere near his mouth.

The cat demon furrowed his eyebrows. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Did you have to fuck an ugly guy at work or something?" He asked him, but that didn't quite seem to be it from Angel's reaction. "Two ugly guys?"

The famous porn star finally looked up with his face. "I wish! If I had to fuck a hundred ugly guys to undo what I've heard, I would!"

Well, maybe he would do it regardless, since it wasn't really in his hands and that was his fucking job, but that wasn't the point right now.

The two girls were just arriving in the main hall when they heard the commotion. Charlie looked a little worried at what Angel was saying. "What did you hear?" She asked, also out of mild curiosity.

At the question, he draped himself dramatically over the bar stool again, as if the mere memory of it was enough to make him nauseous. "I don't even wanna say it out loud. Makes me wanna puke just thinkin' 'bout it."

Every pair of eyes in the room looked around a little confused, but no one really seemed to have a clue what was going on. Vaggie looked to the bartender. "What the hell is wrong with him." She asked with interest but only got a shrug in response.

Several minutes passed as the people in the room busied themselves trying to figure out what seemed to be upsetting poor Angels Dust. Though, It was more Charlie who took on this task, while the other two watched quietly, and Niffty tried to spear a bug with a fork in some corner. Neither of them was really successful at what they were doing.

So since everyone was kind of busy with something else, no one really noticed at first when you came through the door. That was until you spoke up. "Oh, hello, guys. Did I miss today's activity? Damn it, that's such a shame!" You tried to say in a very disappointed manner, with the worst acting skills in history.

You had to end the act somewhat abruptly though, when Angel Dust suddenly pointed an accusing finger at you and yelled out, "Ya and Val were fuckin' each other!" He threw the accusation at you, which to be honest wasn't really that much of a surprise to any one. After all, this was Hell we were talking about, people were fucking each other all the time and we were here talking about the Valentino.

Angel himself realized his mistake. "Well, that's actually not that bad." He mumbled, trying not to sound like a hypocrite. Then he stood from his position and pointed his index finger accusingly at you again. "Ya and that freak were in a lovin', committed relationship!"

Everyone's mouths dropped open and for a few seconds nothing could be heard except the coughing of Husker as he tried to stop himself from choking on his drink.

You looked around the room, slightly on display, not really sure what to say. "Uhhh..." you stuttered, trying to get something out. "...who's Val? I mean seriously, never heard of the guy." You laughed out, sweating.

The cat demon waved his hand in disinterest at what you were saying since you were just bullshitting. "You were dating that evil porn director of the Vees?" He asked disbelievingly. "Is that even possible? I bet that fucker can't even stay committed to a brand of soap."

You looked to the side, slightly ashamed. "Well, he wasn't the evil porn diractor of the Vees when I was dating him." You assured them and then added. "Besides, underneath all that fur is a really nice guy who can be really sweet sometimes!" You shouted out and saw how no one really believed your words, and you couldn't really blame them since you didn't even do it yourself. You tried only telling half the truth, and that didn't seem to work out, so you finally gave up. "Okay, fine. The relationship was toxic as shit and made me want to kill myself. It's not my proudest work. Are you happy now?"

Vaggie looked a little confused. Because what you said and what Angel said didn't really seem to match up. Yours sounded more accurate. "That sounds more like that Val guy."

You shrugged your shoulders and laughed. "Yeah, I really have no idea where you picked that up, Angel." You said, tapping him on the chest. "But I can assure you that it was anything but loving and committed, trust me. You of all people should know best."

Of course he did. When Angel heard about how you and the guy who held him on a leash (in a non-kinky way) were a thing he felt a little betrayed, but it seems like Val also wasn't the best thing that happened to you. "Of course I do, I just didn't think ya did, too." He admitted, leaning a little closer to you. "I still can not believe that this guy was in any kind of relationship, if I'm being honest. I mean, how could ya even convince him to do that?"

You blinked a couple of times. "I didn't have to. He asked me to be his girlfriend." You saw the others look shocked again, and even the two who always had a very uninterested attitude towards most things seemed to want to know more. "I know! I was also really surprised when he did it, I mean it's...Val."

With all the stuff she'd heard so far, Charlie couldn't help but look a little disappointed. "Why did you even get involved with him in the first place if you knew he was bad news?"

You avoided looking at anyone. "Well, I wasn't lying before. He could be nice, sometimes even more than that." You whispered as you thought back to that time. "But most of the time, he wasn't. And he kept promising me that he would change, but that never really lasted for long, so yeah..." you said, shrugging your shoulders like it was nothing. "That's why I broke up with him."

Husker's eyebrows drew together suspiciously. "And he just let you?"

When you only gave a hesitant nod in response, Angel's patience burst. "Ya can't just give a half-assed version of the story! I need all the information down to the smallest detail!" He shouted and shook you by the shoulders.

The Princess of Hell and her girlfriend looked a little worried at the scene before them. Charlie finally spoke up and tried to be the voice of reason by walking between you two. "Maybe it's a sensitive subject for her. We shouldn't force her to tell something that brings up bad memories, don't you think so, Angel?"

At what she said, his grip on you loosened, giving you a chance to escape to a safe distance. "I'm pretty over it to be honest, but I'm not telling shit to a mean bitch!" You exclaimed and then quickly ran away.

At that, the spider demon immediately ran after you like a bullet out of a gun. "Get over here! I'll pull the information out of yer throat if I have to!"

Oh boy. Charlie had hoped that she could have taught you all a valuable lesson through this situation, but unfortunately, that really didn't go as planned. As if anything did around here. She thought to herself with a slight smile on her face.

[rriavian]

7 and 8 for Love Your Fandom asks :)

Bobbole! <3 thank you so much for these questions! I really enjoyed having a little think about them :)

7 your favorite tropes to read/write/draw

What a great question! There are so many but I've narrowed it down to a few :) I am very much a fan of ‘there was only one bed’ trope, or any other iteration of ‘forced to interact by Circumstances’ — just pure gold every single time!! It’s a tragedy that I haven’t written anything like that for Corintheus.

Truly I am suffering, but one day I’ll do it! The closest I think I’ve gotten is there’s a lot of uneasy allies/enemy tension in a lot of my fics.

Tbh if there was only one bed I really think both Dream and the Corinthian would be like ‘well you can sleep on the floor’ and probably only end up sharing because the other one refused to give it up. Dream could make another one with his fancy Endless powers, but I do feel like he’d stubbornly dig his heels in, or make a really comfy bed and the Corinthian would be outraged that it’s better and so try and kick him out of it (ok that’s enough of me work shopping scenarios!)

A well done fix it fic is definitely my kryptonite, as I’m sure it is for a lot of people!, because they can be very comforting as well as ways to resolve frustrations with canon material. Deliverance is probably my version of a comforting fix it :) 

Another trope that makes me go insane is the whole ‘I see you as you are and I want all of it’ — which again you’ve probably seen a lot of in my writing. I love when a character looks at another one and accepts and loves all that they are, good and bad, without reservation. Not necessarily in a toxic way, more in a ‘I fell in love with the real you not a you I want you to be’ way. They see what the other hides/is ashamed of/has been rejected for and are like…no, other people are fools actually.

That probably says a lot about me as a person—so let’s not look too closely haha—but I just love relationships that affirm identity.

8 you hope more people will come to appreciate ___ (a ship, a trope, an episode, etc)

I can't help but say Corinthiel! There is so much to love about it as a ship, and I hope it will become less of a rare pair in future.

Definitely platonic/gen relationships too! They’ve always been a favourite of mine (your Dream & Orpheus prompts were so amazing to write for!) and I love explorations of character/themes outside of romantic relationships. I was actually far more used to writing gen before I started Baiting the Trap.

Those types of relationships/themes are still present in that series, and in all my other work, because even when I’m writing something shippy it’s never in isolation. The ship will always slot into a network of other relationships/themes outside of a ‘main’ pairing, and I love seeing that explored and appreciated in fics. I really hope it has been able to shine through in my own writing because it’s very important to me :)

[maya-matlin]

Hi! I would love to hear you talk more about Lucas being insecure? I'm not sure I saw him that way, but to be fair I have trouble understanding his character so would love to hear your analysis! You're really brilliant, by the way.

Hi! <3 Aw, you're way too nice! 😊 I'm honestly not. I just have a lot of opinions :p

I see what you mean, because Lucas isn't a character I spend much time analyzing. I feel like he's both misunderstood while also someone that tends to get away with a lot depending on which pairing you like best for him. But in terms of Lucas's insecurities, obviously it all goes back to being abandoned by Dan. Lucas is raised solely by Karen with the help of Keith. It seems like Lucas always knew Keith was his uncle, but not necessarily that he was Dan's brother? According to the pilot, Lucas didn't find out Dan was his biological father until playing in junior leagues. I'm not really sure what age Lucas would have been at the time. I don't know anything about sports, but it seems like this is offered from ages 5-12. I'm going to cautiously assume Lucas and Nathan were around 9-12 at the time. So, Lucas was forced to deal with the fact that Nathan was his brother, meaning his father was willing to raise one son while (as far as he knew) wanting nothing to do with him. This would probably fuck anyone up, but unfortunately Lucas's father was Dan Scott. Dan dealt with his demons, guilt, and complex feelings by lashing out at other people, particularly those weaker than him such as his sons. At a certain point, Dan became aware Lucas knew he was his biological father. Rather than handling any of this delicately or even ignoring Lucas, Dan seemed to double down, going out of his way to make sure Lucas knew he was a mistake, should have never existed, and was inherently lesser than Nathan, his favored son. Any time Dan saw Lucas being successful or even getting along with his brother, Dan did all he could to take that away from Lucas. He repeatedly attempted to undermine Lucas's brotherly bond with Nathan. While both Keith and Karen did what they could to reassure Lucas he was loved and brought them nothing but joy, Dan's constant remarks clearly left Lucas feeling very unsure of himself. Most importantly, unloved and unwanted. This isn't executed especially well considering their nice home, but Lucas and Karen are clearly supposed to be struggling financially at the beginning of the series. There are times when the bills aren't paid in time, meaning Karen is literally forced to wash the shampoo out of her son's hair. Nathan, in contrast, lives the life of luxury with Dan and Deb, never having to worry about money or necessities, knowing his parents will get him whatever he wants. Lucas has no idea that Nathan's life is nothing to envy. Nathan isn't making it known that Dan is a toxic, physically and emotionally abusive parent. Even after Nathan opens up to Lucas in 106, it's clearly still difficult for Lucas to let go of his preconceived notions of Nathan's life. Especially when Nathan has already spent copious amounts of time trying to put Lucas in his place, reminding him that his existence was a mistake and while Dan is successful, Karen is not. Again, debatable since the Lucas/Karen financial strife never comes up after the first season, but the writers were going for a class differences thing in season 1.

I'm sure this is a massively unpopular opinion, but I genuinely think a lot of Lucas's feelings for Peyton early on relate back to the fact she was Nathan's girlfriend. I know. It's a small town, meaning there are only so many people to crush on, but what are the odds? Later seasons establish that Lucas had crushed on Peyton since middle school while Nathan and Peyton had only started dating around their sophomore year. However, so much of the conflict and the Lucas/Peyton connection is wrapped up in how terrible of a boyfriend Nathan is and how Lucas wants Nathan's life. Lucas has this idea that he sees Peyton and understands her in a way Nathan doesn't. Listen, that's not fucking difficult. Nathan treated Peyton as a sex toy for large stretches of their relationship. He was so fixated on himself and his needs that he apparently never noticed all the sketches on her bedroom walls. Most guys would have treated Peyton better than pre-series/early season 1 Nathan. Throughout the first season, Nathan and Lucas are constantly compared to each other. Which one is good? Which one is bad? Which brother has the right to feel more slighted? At the beginning of the series, Lucas is comfortable with the knowledge that while Nathan has the privilege, Lucas is the better man. Only, as the season goes on, we see Nathan going through a tremendous amount of character development while Lucas gives into his worst impulses, becoming a lesser, much more selfish version of himself. Peyton directly calls this out towards the end of the season. "Who knew that you two would switch places?"

Obviously, Lucas didn't intentionally "become Nathan" or a lesser version of himself. It's something that gradually happened once he started making terrible decisions re: his love life. In fact, many OTH fans would say that while Lucas is a great friend, son and brother, he's a terrible romantic partner. Why is that? Unlike Nathan, Lucas had much better influences in Keith and Karen. To me, it all comes back to the "unloved and unwanted" thing. Lucas repeatedly chases down love, desperately craving the validation of a woman's affections because he can't seem to find self love within himself. It all starts with Peyton, Nathan's then-girlfriend who Lucas felt could do so much better. In my opinion, Lucas craves validation specifically from Peyton because of this fantasy of winning her away from his brother. But Peyton has her own feelings and trust issues, so she rejects Lucas. And Lucas is not the greatest at dealing with rejection specifically from Peyton. His ego more so than his heart can't seem to take the rejection. This is complicated because I truly feel like Brucas's bonding in 108 following Peyton's near rape was genuine and kind of a precursor for their season 2 friendship, but at the same time there seemed to be a part of Lucas who wanted to punish Peyton for turning him down. Even after Peyton went to Lucas two episodes later, telling him she wants a real relationship, he chooses to stick with Brooke. It's hard to explain, but it comes across as so petty and unforgiving. It feels like a lot of nice guy bullshit to me. Thankfully, by the time Lucas and Peyton have their affair and hurt Brooke, he seems to be somewhat humbled by the whole experience and is less butthurt over Peyton dumping him. Following Peyton's declaration that Lucas has now taken Nathan's place as the "bad guy," Lucas vows to change his ways.

Season 2 Lucas is off to a much better start. Rather than getting caught up in good vs bad (minus Dan, but that's a massive, other issue) or chasing down romance, Lucas seems to go out of his way to work on himself. To me, the most selfish thing Lucas does in season 2 is probably lie about his HCM results. But in that case, I don't blame him. Lucas is a kid, and at this point in his life he's very attached to basketball. He doesn't want to give that up or deal with the ramifications of having that condition. Otherwise, he's an extremely supportive person, spending a lot of screen time emotionally showing up for Nathan, Brooke, Haley, Karen, Keith, Peyton (although it should be noted he shows up for Brooke far more than Peyton this season), Anna, etc. He doesn't always make the right call. For example, he probably should have told Keith the truth about Jules. The fact Lucas is mainly romance-free means a lot of his more selfish traits don't show up. Back to Lucas's Dan issues. Following Dan's heart attack, he seems to want to make amends with Lucas. Lucas reluctantly allows Dan to be part of life, though not without understandably keeping his guard up. Dan does nothing of substance to be a father figure to Lucas or show true remorse for his behavior for most of Lucas's life. So naturally, Lucas and Dan don't seem to grow much closer aside from in superficial ways. On some level, Dan is using Lucas to get under Nathan's skin. Nathan has successfully gotten away from his parents, choosing to support himself while following his heart by marrying Haley. Dan hates that there's nothing he can do to control Nathan, so he focuses his attention on Lucas. Halfway through the season, it becomes clear that Lucas and Dan are in some bizarre, mental battle where the two repeatedly test each other, doing what they can to manipulate the other. It turns into a whole thing where Lucas is literally searching in the ceiling for a bag of money. I love season 2, but some parts of it weren't my favorite. This was one of them LOL.

During season 2, Lucas realizes he has strong feelings for and wants to be with Brooke instead of Peyton. While the initial reveal of Lucas's feelings and the setup for them could have been better, there's something so genuine about Lucas's love for Brooke in season 2. Lucas seems to acknowledge his feelings to himself with the awareness he can't act on them. After all, Lucas had his chance with Brooke, and he blew it when he cheated with her best friend. Because Lucas keeps his feelings to himself with no expectation for Brooke to reciprocate, his actions and words come across as much more selfless and specifically what Brooke needs from him rather than trying to come across as the good guy. And funnily enough, history is somewhat repeating itself with Brooke, like Peyton in season 1, dating her own asshole in Felix. Lucas has even made an enemy out of Felix, much like Nathan. But unlike with Nathan, Lucas doesn't seem to feel any sort of envy towards Felix. So when Lucas goes to Brooke the night she starts dating Felix, the two things have nothing to do with each other. Of course, Lucas does eventually confess his feelings to Brooke. He also waits an entire summer for her, even though Peyton is physically right there and single.

This has gotten ridiculously long, so I'm going to stop recapping Lucas's entire life and just stick to the relationship/insecurities part LOL

Lucas enters a serious relationship with Brooke in season 3. Yes, one of his biggest desires is still love, but his connection with Brooke still feels very real and related to something he feels in his heart rather than specifically needing validation from dating her. Shit happens. Lucas and Brooke battle Brooke's insecurities for the entirety of season 3. Even though Lucas repeatedly reassures Brooke that he only wants to be with her and that he's all in, Brooke still has doubts about Lucas's past with Peyton. Because sadly, that's exactly where the story is going. Even though Lucas doesn't seem particularly interested in reuniting with Peyton or even entertaining her potential feelings for him (317), the fact Lucas shared a kiss with Peyton during the shooting and Peyton confessed her feelings to Brooke means Brucas 2.0 is doomed. On that note, it somewhat makes sense to me that Lucas finds it easier to confide in Peyton than Brooke at times. Again, he's not the best romantic partner. Part of him struggles to be vulnerable not because he'd rather be with Peyton than Brooke (or Lindsey), but because he just can't go there and has so much stuff to work through in therapy.

Brooke eventually breaks Lucas's heart when she ends their relationship, claiming it's because she stopped missing him. Half of season 4 seems dedicated to tearing down Brooke and showing us how unworthy of Lucas she is compared to Peyton. We get dream sequences that show elderly Peyton at Lucas's grave and heavy handed subtext that LP's love is like Whitey and Camila's, the same way they're later compared to Keith and Karen. Because their love is so epic that unlike Naley, they can't stand on their own and have to be compared to other, better couples. The point is, Peyton is a sure thing. Unlike Brooke who had trust issues specifically because of Lucas's past actions, Peyton has no such baggage in regards to Lucas. While Lucas had come a long way from season 1 Lucas by season 4, part of that little boy who envied his brother's life never went away. And why not? Maybe there was a small part of Lucas that still had feelings for Peyton. Not enough to actually choose her over Brooke, but enough that if Brooke was out of his life for good, he could potentially go back to Peyton. So Lucas conveniently realizes his childhood dream girl, the sure thing, is the one he wants. It helps that college and Lucas's future are looming, meaning he's probably more insecure than usual and finds being with Peyton comforting. They were so close during early 4 that going from friends to boyfriend/girlfriend was probably an effortless jump. Not to mention, Lucas doesn't have to try as hard with Peyton as he did with Brooke. Like, at all. I'd talk about the Lucas/Dan of it all in season 4, but I don't feel like there's enough to analyze. There's an awkward moment where Lucas calls Dan "dad", but it wasn't earned at all. Unlike Dan with Nathan throughout season 4, I don't feel like Dan spent any real time bonding with Lucas or growing close enough to him that I'd buy Lucas would ever in a million years genuinely call him that. Whatever. Dan's a murderer. Lucas nearly kills him. Lucas understandably never forgives Dan. Those insecurities regarding his upbringing remain, but they don't feel as prominent after Dan's incarceration.

Season 5 shows us a Lucas who has massively regressed. This is season 1 Lucas, only worse. You can't blame his teenage naivety or ignorance regarding other people's feelings. In the flashback episode, we see that Lucas is reminded of the day the Ravens won the State Championship when Nathan's team wins their game. Lucas observes Nathan with Haley and Jamie. Obviously, Lucas specifically thinks of Peyton because of the similarities with a team winning their game as confetti falls. But at the same time, Lucas is once again envying Nathan's life. This inspires Lucas to propose to Peyton with little regard to her current life or what she wants. Lucas is first and foremost a romantic who craves love, but his reasoning for popping the question seems to be to fix what he perceives as wrong in their relationship. Lucas and Peyton barely see each other due to living roughly 38 hours apart. At nineteen years old, Peyton isn't an instant success? So Lucas thinks she needs to give up her life and be his wife. Tellingly, Lucas wants Peyton to know that Nathan and Haley were a lot younger than 19 when they got married, so he and Peyton will be fine. Peyton doesn't give Lucas the answer he wants, so he shuts down and grows cold, much like he did back in season 1 where it had to be all or nothing. Not only that, but Lucas pulls a season 1 Lucas and runs straight to Brooke. He spends the night running around town with Brooke, pretending to be an engaged couple. Their night ends with Lucas initiating sex with Brooke, which she rejects. Not long after this, Lucas starts dating Lindsey. Three years later, Peyton returns to town and becomes the sad version of herself where her biggest goal in life is marrying Lucas. But this is about Lucas, so I'll stop. Lucas's motivation in season 5 is intended to be that he's either in denial about his love for Peyton (again?!) or is so devastated by her rejecting his proposal that he's unable to let it go and as a result, feels the need to keep punishing her for it. Somewhere in here, Lucas tears into Peyton for supposedly not believing in his success as a writer. So season 5 unveils a new insecurity of Lucas's. Following the release of his first book, Lucas is afraid he won't be able to write a second. Lucas takes this out on Peyton, accusing her of not believing in him when we know she's one of his staunchest supporters. She supports him to the point she wastes a lot of money buying every physical copy of the book she can find. Lucas can't seem to help but make terrible decisions in his love life, so of course he cheats on Lindsey with Peyton. Lucas never admits to Peyton that he still loves her, just excuses himself, saying he needs to see Lindsey. We don't know what Lucas was going to say to Lindsey, but he proposes after Lindsey promises Lucas that she loves him for him, not because of his profession or success. So clearly, Lindsey's words meant a great deal to him and superseded whatever was going to happen between Lucas and Peyton. Once again, shit happens. Lucas and Lindsey don't get married when she realizes Lucas's new book, The Comet, is actually a love letter to Peyton. Sure, whatever. Following Lucas's breakup with Lindsey, there's some toxicity when he literally assaults a teenager after finding out Lindsey has started dating again. But overall, unlike with Peyton, Lucas is patient, handling her rejection like an adult rather than lashing out. Around this time, Brooke and Lucas seem to grow closer. Everything between them is in the subtext. They're both single in Tree Hill. They find themselves taking care of Angie together. Brooke hasn't loved anyone since Lucas. Lucas wants to be the guy Brooke calls when she needs something, particularly emotional support. But neither one of them ever speaks of (IMO) their mutual feelings. Lucas's subconscious is aware of them, though. Otherwise, Brooke wouldn't be an option when he's fantasizing about possible futures with his three love interests. Oh yeah, and then Lucas tells Peyton he hates her.

[starlcts]

(—) ★ spotted!! NICOLÁS 'NIC' MOREAU on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 26 year old looks like TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET, but i don’t really see it. while  the MODEL is known for being ARTICULATE my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be CARELESS i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song WORST CASE KID BY TOMMY LEFROY  {he /him cisman}

𝑩𝑰𝑶𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑷𝑯𝒀

growing up on the outskirts of paris, nic was born as the only son in the moreau clan, moguls in the european luxury hotel industry . his father, henrie, was well into his fifties when nic was born and already on his third wife, to which nic was a surprise . his mother , colette , was more interested in her husband's name and the connections it could bring her than she was in raising her own son . thus , on the bitterly cold november morning in which nic was brought into the world , he was placed into the arms of his nanny rather than his mother .

later, he would be told that his parents were ‘ overjoyed ’ at his birth, but that tidbit was always confusing to him. he’d never once seen his parents display much emotion, nevertheless one that would be related to joy. his parents were cool and detached, certainly never ones for any sort of praise or physical affection.

most of his childhood followed the same trend : his parents were always absent , only calling on nic when his presence was mandatory for various events and functions . while they were not a constant force in his life , their expectations were still high for their son . he was provided the best tutors , the best boarding school educations and any resource he could possibly need to make his parents proud .

he was able to live up to his parents' expectations for the most part . . . he made decent grades and was well - liked among his peers . it was clear from the start that his father wanted him to inherit the company , something nic was always indifferent about . it was always odd , being born into a world where his future was already decided for him before his first breath .

he started his modeling career when he was seventeen , after the photographer who shot his family's christmas card recommended him for a ralph lauren shoot happening later that month . despite his mother's previous work in the modeling industry , it was nothing that nic had ever considered doing for a living . however, he ended up going to the shoot and hasn't looked back since . soon enough , he was getting booked for paris fashion week, and he kept booking audition after audition .

it's not like nic is necessarily passionate about modeling, it's mostly just something to pass the time and get his father off his back . he decided to move , or as his parents claim --- ran away to california two years ago . in a way, he did run away , if only from his responsibilities . now that his main source of income isn't from his parents , he has no interest in returning home anytime soon .

he presents as a little spoiled, but that's where nic claims most of his charm originates from. he always sports a coy smile, paired with a cigarette hanging from his lips . he rents a house in manhattan beach , which he is rarely in due to his hectic , travel schedule .

nic is often restless , constantly looking for something to do and for new people to meet . no matter where he is , he parties quite a bit and is often out until the early hours of the morning . in terms of his relationships , he's never been one to seriously commit to anyone out of fear that his family would be enough to scare anyone away. thus , he keeps most at a distance .

𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺

close friends

modeling friends / party friends

roommate ( open for one - two people ! )

exes of any sort

a toxic type relationship where they know they aren't good for each other but they still hang around each other because they just can't stay away

i would love a soft slow burn for my boy ... maybe someone who's currently a friend but they both sense there could be something more there ... it would just take a little time ( and trust ! ) to get there

[shealynn88]

Rarepairs of my heart:

I saw a post a while ago, decided I wanted to do a quick dive, and months later…

I knew I was into cross-gen HP, but I didn’t realize how MUCH until this moment. 😅

Trust is my number one requirement in a pairing. Most of these don’t start with trust, but I can see it developing, or have seen it developed beautifully in a fic.

Snarry- not sure if this counts as a rarepair, honestly, but I don’t see it nearly so much as Drarry, esp in my circles, so…

Here’s the thing. They were both caught up and damaged by war. They’re linked by Harry’s mother in a really incredibly fucked up way, they give enemies to lovers vibes, and I can see the appeal of Snape and Draco to Harry being similar - they don’t hero worship him. The dynamic is just wonderful for hurt/comfort in either direction. Love it. So much angst, h/c, I-shouldn’t-but-I-want-it-anyway potential.

Snamione - Snape is smart as hell. He understands being Muggle. He appreciates brains. He has a lot to offer from that pov. Plenty of toxic potential, but also, in a lot of stories (they are the reining king and queen of forced marriage out there on ao3, and I’m here for it), they learn to appreciate and love each other over time.

Remus/harry - this one just came up for me recently with a kinktober prompt, and I love it so much. Both damaged by war, both have complexes of brokenness, of needing to prove themselves, and they’re linked - by Teddy, by Sirius, by Harry’s parents, by the Order. I love them as a slow burn after the war, healing each other with their friendship, shoved together by circumstance.

Sirry - I don’t even necessarily have a good reason for this. Sirius is a bit unhinged, and his wildness could definitely call to the wild in Harry. And they’re close, but not in a godfather&godson way because that formative time was taken from them. Sirius lost so much of his life to Azkaban. Lived experience-wise, they’re not that far off in age, and I feel like they would be explosive to start and then hopefully find something a little deeper, a little quieter. Solace. Stability.

Dronarry - I got into this fandom via Drarry, but recently, I’ve enjoyed seeing Ron in the mix. He’s goofy and lightens things up a bit, but he feels very deeply. I love the dynamic of them altogether.

Teddy/Drarry - I also love adding Teddy to the mix. They’ve loved him forever, and when he finds he has feelings for them, Draco is the one who’ll ignore silly things like the questionable morality of sleeping with your godson when he knows it’s what’ll make them all happy.

Draco/Albus - the dirty wrong here is just perfect. The age gap. The getting back at Harry (for both Draco and Albus) but also the not being able to have Harry (on Draco’s side). Plus, the idea of a Slytherin mind in a Harry lookalike? Potential.

Harry/Scorpius - ah, yes, more dirty wrong! I love Harry trying not to, and Scorpius talking him into it, a combination of hero worship and admiration and being taken care of in a totally different way by Albus’s dad than by his own.

[musclesandhammering]

Every Single Issue I Have With S*lki (It’s Not Just The Selfcest)

Here goes. I threatened to post this a few days ago and never did, but I just saw a s*lki stan Twitter account claim that Loki caring about Sylvie more than the whole multiverse was a Good And Romantic thing and it pushed me over the fucking edge, so now you all have to read this. I’ve divided it into categories cause there’s just THAT much.

OOC Bullshit

• First and foremost, no amount of mental gymnastics you do will ever make me believe that this specific Loki- the one that just invaded New York, that just came off a year of Thanos Torture, that just got done being influenced by the sceptre, that was literally in the middle of a crisis already, and then on top of that went through all the trauma of Ep 1- would even be worried about a romantic relationship. That would be the furthest thing from his mind. Go back and watch how he acted in Avengers- you think that guy would abandon his previous mission to become a snivelling simp for a girl he’d just met 3 days prior? Yeah, there’s no universe in which that makes sense.

• “It’s very in character for Loki to fall in love with himself lololol-“ NO, it’s literally not. Out of all the characters in the mcu, I don’t think I can think of anyone that genuinely hates themselves more than Loki. He even referred to all his other male variants as “monsters” and said meeting them was “a nightmare” in this series. He’s got so much self-loathing, plus the fact that he genuinely thinks himself to be an evil backstabbing scourge- so there’s no evidence at all suggesting that he would ever develop a fondness for, or even be inclined to trust, another version of himself, after only knowing them for 3 days.

• Building on that, the whole concept of Loki falling in love with a version of himself just feeds into the annoying ass misconception that he’s a narcissist. No matter which way you stack it, he’s not. If you’re referring to NPD, he doesn’t fit the criteria, and if you’re saying “narcissist” just as a slang term meaning “selfish and arrogant”, that still doesn’t accurately describe him. But when creators like Waldron and Herron do things like having him fall in love with himself, it makes it so much easier for casual viewers to think that he is.

Shitty LGBT Rep

• It’s kinda sus that Loki’s are allegedly genderfluid and yet the only female-presenting variant we see (and apparently the only female-presenting variant there is, cause the male Loki’s all seemed unfamiliar with the concept) is treated as some kind of mind-bogglingly special paradox. Also very sus that, out of all the Loki variants, the one our Loki falls in love with just so happens to be the only female one. What a coincidence.

• The fact that the creators of the show went around bragging about Loki’s bisexuality and Marvel purposefully (lbr) allowed stories about Loki possibly having a male love interest to circulate, specifically enticing queer viewers to watch the show (you know, the definition of queerbaiting), and then instead of having a male love interest (Loki was the first queer main character, so it was the perfect opportunity) they gave us *gestures to this dumpster fire* this… it’s just a middle finger to LGBT fans. The fact that they would rather have this relationship with all its myriad of problems than have a gay relationship is just……. Very telling.

• While him being with a woman obviously doesn’t refute his bisexuality, the fact that they showed/talked about him being interested in 3 different women (flight attendant, Sylvie, Sif) and never even hinted at him being attracted to a man, definitely makes it seem like they were trying to cover up his bisexuality to smooth things over with the more homophobic viewers. You know? It’s like “I know you’re pissed that we sorta confirmed Loki as bi, so we promise we’ll never mention it again! Or even hint at it! As a matter of fact, we’ll give him lots of female lovies and make him seem as straight as possible! That’ll take your mind off of that horrible crumb of queer rep, right? Please please please keep giving us your money!!!”

• Aside from all the other issues, at its core, the biggest reason why I think I’m so irritated with s*lki is that it took one of the most interesting, complex, and diverse characters in cinema atm and squished him into a tired ass unnecessary heteronormative subplot…. Like literally every. single. other. protagonist. ever. Loki is such a unique character, and it’s so so so incredibly disappointing that they stuck him into that same boring cookie cutter romance that happens to every other character in every other movie I’ve ever seen. It’s a disservice, and it’s honestly just not compelling or entertaining at all.

Thematic Issues Galore

• His arc didn’t need a romance. With anyone. It was unnecessary and it didn’t make sense plot-wise. In fact, one of the reasons he was my fav prior to this was because he was the only big-name mcu character whose story wasn’t muddied-up by a romance that didn’t need to be there. So much for that.

• He wasn’t emotionally ready for a romantic relationship with anyone. Hell, just a genuine friendship would’ve been pushing it for him at this point. He was in such a bad state that any relationship he got into would’ve been toxic and unhealthy for both him and the other person, and it doesn’t make sense why the writers would want to put him in one when there were so many cons and essentially no pros (other than “Uwu aren’t they cute together”).

• Sylvie’s character in general was unnecessary and Loki’s character was robbed just by her being there. The whole show became about her post-Ep 2. They spent most of the time giving her backstory, building her up, telling us how awesome she is, trying to convince us to like her, etc when what they really needed to be doing was building Loki up- cause I gotta say, if I had to describe TVA!Loki in a few words, they would be Flat, Boring, and Weak.

• The romance overtakes the plot. They spend time portraying their supposed connection that could’ve been spent adding depth and complexity to literally any of the characters. They make the big Nexus Event them giving each other googly eyes on Lamentis when it could’ve been so many other way more profound things that speak to the fundamental nature of Loki’s. They have the climax of the finale be “oh no she betrayed him to kill He Who Remains” when it could’ve been something way more compelling (Loki having a moral crisis over whether or not to kill HWR, Loki contemplating the state of the multiverse and weighing the pros and cons of freedom vs order, Loki looking into some What If situations and getting emotional about what could’ve been regarding his family, Loki realising the gravity of HWR’s offer and finally coming to terms with how important he is to the universal cycle, etc etc). The entire plot suffered in favour of a romance that half of us didn’t even want.

• It essentially reduced all of Loki’s potential character growth down to “He did it for his crush.” He seemed to at least have some motivations of his own in Ep 1-2 (feeble as they were) but after Sylvie showed up in Ep 3, literally every action he took was just him being a simp for her. Why did he lie in the interrogation? To try to protect Sylvie. Why did he fight the minutemen and Timekeepers? To survive kinda, but mostly cause it was important to Sylvie. Why did he get pruned? Cause he got distracted trying to confess his crush to Sylvie. Why did he try to get out of The Void? Cause he thought Sylvie needed him. Why did he stay in The Void? Cause Sylvie was staying. Why did he try to enchant Alioth? Cause Sylvie told him to. Why did the multiverse get cracked open, leading to an infinite number of Kangs waging war on all of existence? Cause Loki didn’t wanna hurt Sylvie in their fight at the Citadel and then get distracted by her kissing him. It’s uninteresting and honestly pretty embarrassing.

• Throughout their “relationship arc” the writers do their absolute damndest to convince us that we should like Sylvie more than Loki. And you know what? It’s the most hypocritical shit I’ve ever seen. They preach and preach about how Sylvie’s life has been so difficult/we should feel bad for her/she had it so bad/poor poor sylvie/she had it SO much worse than pampered prince Loki…. But then they never even touch on any of Loki’s trauma of hardships (the ones that have been ignored for literally 3 movies now). They frame Sylvie as a good person and a Freedom Fighter after she spent literal decades/centuries mass-murdering brainwashed TVA agents and showing exactly zero remorse for it….. but then they make it their mission to constantly remind us that Loki is a terrible person and constantly put him in situations where he’s forced to acknowledge his wrongdoings/show remorse/admit to how “evil” he is for being a mass murderer for like 2 years. They show him on-screen having a wider range of powers than her, and perpetuate his whole shtick of being a “master manipulator” or whatever….. But then they make Sylvie “the brawn” more competent, intelligent, and physically capable than him. Tell me how it’s a good thing for a ship to be so narratively biased toward one character.

Missed Opportunities

• If they absolutely had to have a romance subplot, then they could’ve paired Loki with one of the characters that have already been established OR one of the characters that were a big part of the whole TVA storyline anyway. It would’ve been so interesting if they’d revealed that Loki had a history with some of the players from previous films (Sif and Fandral both come to mind). It also would’ve been really interesting if they’d given Loki a love interest that actually had some allegiance to the TVA as a whole (Mobius maybe, but not necessarily. It also could’ve been Renslayer or B-15). Hell, imo it would’ve been cool if they’d followed through with that “See you again someday” line that he said to the flight attendant in Ep 1. ALL of these characters have way more chemistry with him than Sylvie, and they were also already relevant to the plot without wasting half the show to give background info on them.

• If they absolutely had to have a hetero-presenting love story involving an enchantress-type figure, then there’s a whole Enchantress (Amora) that was actually Loki’s love interest in the comics. Plus, fans have been screaming for Amora to appear in the mcu for years. Plus, Tom literally pitched an Amora/Loki storyline way back in 2012-13. Also, Lorelei (another enchantress) is also one of Loki’s love interests in the comics, and she already exists in the mcu (she was on Agents of SHIELD). There were several different established characters for them to choose from. Creating a whole knew amalgamation of a character and going with the “she’s a Loki variant” storyline was just completely unnecessary and made no sense.

• They completely robbed us of a Chaos Twins dynamic. Had they handled Sylvie better and not forced her and Loki to smooch, the two of them could’ve had a really really complex and interesting sibling relationship. Loki could’ve stepped into Thor’s shoes and sort of used that new role to gain some self importance, and Sylvie could’ve finally had somebody to look out for her/teach her magic/be there for her. It would’ve been very aesthetically pleasing, the vibes would’ve been out of this world, it would’ve been way more profound than this bs, and frankly it would’ve been much more entertaining to watch.

• Loki’s relationship (read: obsession) with Sylvie completely overshadows all Loki’s other relationships in the show. Loki and Mobius were literally the focal point of the series in Ep 1-2, but after Sylvie showed up in Ep 3, they barely had any interactions with each other, and Mobius pretty much faded to the background entirely. Loki had the beginnings of a pretty interesting antagonistic relationship with Renslayer (with her wanting him pruned, then arguing with Mobius that he couldn’t be trusted), but after Sylvie showed up the dynamic shifted to focus on the history between her and Ravonna. Loki and B-15 started off very badly and openly disliked each other throughout Ep 1-2, and then in the end of Ep 2, Loki showed a little bit of concern for her when she was possessed, hinting that they might be inching toward a reconciliation- especially considering how obvious it was that Loki was gonna uncover the TVA’s sins eventually. There was so much potential for him to be the one to give her her memories back and convince her to change sides, but no, of course that honor went to Sylvie. In fact, after Sylvie showed up, Loki and B-15 never even spoke to each other again.

Various S*lki Fails

• If they were trying to convince us that this affection was mutual, they completely failed. There’s nothing I’ve seen that even hints at Sylvie feeling the same way about Loki that he does about her. At most, I’d say she has a slight endearment to him. She finds him likeable and she’s grudgingly fond of him, but she definitely isn’t in love with the guy. Maybe she thinks he’s cute and hopes that he gets out of this mess alright, but her mission obviously comes before him- whereas, it’s been confirmed multiple times that Loki cares about her above anything else. She doesn’t trust him, she looks at him like he’s an incompetent fool half the time, she shows little to no reaction during most of his confession moments, and she kissed him as a means to distract him so that she could get him out of her way. Look, all I’m saying is, when you get into a relationship where one of you is way more invested than the other, it never ends well.

• This goes without saying for a lot of us, but the selfcest is just straight up odd and cringey. If you’re cool with that sort of thing, fine! People can ship what they want! But don’t pretend it’s not at least a little bit uncomfortable. Yes, I know they’re not technically siblings so it’s not technically incest, and they’re also not technically the exact same person, but they’re similar enough that it makes things weird. And yes I know selfcest can’t happen in real life, so there’s no way to judge it morally, but neither can most of the other stuff that happens in these shows/movies (the Snap, Loki destroying jotunheim, superhero with powers being held accountable, mind control) and yet we still find ways to judge their morality, because they all mirror real-world events. (The snap= genocide; Loki destroying Jotunheim= bombing other countries; superhero accountability= weapons accountability; mind control= grooming and coercion). And lbr the closest real-world mirror to two versions of the same person (who may or may not share DNA, family, backgrounds, physical and emotion characteristics) being romantically involved with one another is incest. And you can be ok with that if you want- that’s your prerogative- but don’t get pissy just cause a lot of us are squicked out by it.

• The whole mirror metaphor (learning self love via each other) thing just fell completely flat. First of all, having Loki learn to love himself by looking at someone who mirrors him did not, in any way shape or form, require them to be romantically involved. But they were. Of course. Secondly, the creators have contradicted themselves so many times on whether Loki and Sylvie are the same or not, that it doesn’t even really register to the viewer that the mirroring thing was what they were going for. Finally, Loki and Sylvie are shown to have so little in common- and to have only the most bare minimum of similarities personality-wise- that it doesn’t even make sense that Loki would “learn to love himself through loving her”. Like? They’re nothing alike. So how would he make the connection that he himself is actually pretty cool, based on her alone? There’s virtually nothing in her that reflects him.

• I know the objective of the entire show was to convince us of how awesome and unique Sylvie is, but honestly her relationship with Loki just did the opposite. A hallmark of a Mary Sue is having her constantly upstage the male lead, and then having him instantly fall madly in love with her anyway. And that’s.. exactly what happened here. Everything they’re doing to try to force her character to be more stan-able is really just forcing her to look more like their self-insert OC. Which is exactly what she is. It would’ve been so much more satisfying if she didn’t have to try so hard to look cool, if they didn’t have to try so hard to make her backstory tear-inducing, if they didn’t have to turn our protagonist into a snivelling simp just to prove how incredible she supposedly is. Very much #GirlBoss energy and we all know how performative and cheap that is.

• The entire thing was too rushed, there was too little build-up, and it was nowhere near believable. As stated above, it’s ridiculously unlikely that Loki would canonically even be interested in Sylvie, and this show did nothing to explain why he was. He just suddenly was. There was nothing they showed us as viewers that would justify a guy as closed-off and preoccupied as Loki falling head-over-heels for a girl he just met. Their was no explanation, no big revelation, no reasoning, it just… kinda happened. And I’m also severely skeptical of any love story that has the characters go in this deep after only 3 45-minute episodes of exposition.

I’m sure there’s other stuff, so if anyone thinks of anything, let me know and I’ll be more than happy to add it. Tagging @janetsnakehole02 @raifenlf @natures-marvel and @brightredsunset800 for expressing interest. This is all your faults.

[charnelhouse]

touch me i’m golden

gif by @ingridbergman​ (wasn’t showing up in the gif search!)

Pairing: Will Miller x F!Reader, Benny Miller x F!Reader, Frankie Morales x Reader (platonic-ish) Words: 4.4K Warnings: PTSD. Violence. Smut. Oral Sex. Bathroom Sex. FMM sex but like no bros touching in that regard. Cum play. Dirty talk. Substance Abuse. This is pretty filthy. very questionable medical care. Summary: You get doused in toxic powder. Will and Benny wash you off. A/N: This fic is like a lil supernatural in regards to the reader. I can’t believe I did a threesome for these two but oh well. Can someone find me gifs for them that isn’t JUST this scene. I am going insane. 

It is strange - the way it happens. 

They are golden boys from a small, shitty town. She doesn’t come between them necessarily - at least not on purpose. It goes like this:

Will falls in love with her.

Benny follows - as he has followed Will into all things. 

They are larger than life. Warriors to a degree. Made and built to kill from American soil. It makes sense, really. It makes sense that they would fall for her and she for them and fuck the rest of it. Fuck suburbia. Fuck pot roasts. Fuck baptisms and Sunday church and picnics and book clubs and the nuclear family.

She’s like them. Same battle-tough skin. Same absurd stamina in all the ways it counts. It knocks them flat to watch her fight - to watch her crack people open with her fists and her unparalleled aim. 

“She’s crazy,” Benny smiles - eyes electric blue - cheeks flushed. His gaze pinned to her dragging their prize out from the hidden bookcase. The drug lord twined in ropes - the man beaten to submission. She’s chewing gum - peering up at the rest of them like butter couldn’t melt in her mouth. Benny knows all about her mouth. Benny knows how hot and tight it gets - how talented.

Santi is gaping at her - eyebrows blown to high heaven. “Did you - how did you?”

Sniffed him out like a blood hound - like she’s not even human.

Maybe she isn’t. There are things that have happened to her - things buried deep. She had nearly died once and some higher-ups dragged her into a den of doctors and when she came out, she was something else. Too sharp. A bunch of petals on a thorned vine. Spitting and quick to anger. Still stupidly pretty. 

Even her call sign betrays her venom - the danger in her hands. Bambi. 

Doe-eyed and soft in all the right places until she’s snagged a knife through your throat. 

Women don’t make it to Delta Force. Those are facts. They can’t carry the weight of a comrade if one should fall and yet she’s here. She’s here and no one says a word because she’s so fucking good at what she does.

She lightly kicks the drug lord with the toe of her boot, stepping away from the mess of it. She gives Santi the man he’s been chasing for years like it’s a birthday present. 

“She’s out of her mind,” Benny mumbles - repeating the same old beat like it’s a damn mantra. He can’t quite believe it. 

“Yeah,” Will acknowledges - clapping him on the shoulder. “But she’s ours.”

***

Benny thinks this must be like touching death - like this sex could kill him. Her mouth is soft and small against his as she drinks his kiss - as she curls her fingers into his shirt and clings to him like a hungry thing. 

“Benjamin,” she purrs - a laugh muddled in the delivery. “Fuck - Benny make me cum like that.”

He’s got his jeans around his ankles as he rocks his cock against her cunt. There’s still his boxers and her panties between them - he tries to maneuver the head against the peak of her clit while her thighs tremble in the curve of his grip. She jerks and shudders and cries out against Benny’s insistent lips.

“Christ,” she hisses. “You’re just as good as your brother.”

He can’t recall quite how it all happened. The three of them stretched out on the pavement in a deserted backlot while they were on leave. They were drinking - long, sour pulls from a whiskey bottle. Her head on Will’s thigh and Benny’s head propped up on her lap and the mood changed - the air snapped to something sweet and too warm. It was the exact climate right before a storm - the taste of ozone and humidity and the drip of rainfall before it even hits. The crackle of lightning and the vibration of thunder. Ominous and gorgeous all at once. 

Benny had been kind of drunk. He knows that he started climbing up her body, nuzzling his nose against her belly - the soft inside of her arm - her neck, and then he cradled her face in the cup of his hands and pushed his tongue in her mouth. His brother just watching as she returned it. It wasn’t even weird. She’s just a piece of him like she’s a piece of Will and Benny can’t fucking forget her even if he tried.

How many nights had he sat up in the safe house - listening to her muffled cries against Will’s hand as he fucked her in the bathroom or on the floor under thin blankets?

He had wanted her. He had always wanted her and when Will started up with her, he had stewed for months. His pain shocking and jarring - even to him. 

And then she just allowed him entrance. Will, too. 

And then it just was what it was.

**

It’s not a fairytale. Not even close.

She’s a fucked up girl - battle-ravaged and torn up from the inside. None of them know what had happened behind steel-trap doors in the heat of the desert. The story goes - the surface of it at least - is that she had nearly died. She nearly went out in Frankie’s arms - choking on blood as her heart pumped the rest of her life force all over his lap. Some military higher-ups took her and a month later she had strolled back into the tent like nothing had even happened. She had come back - shiny and new and preternaturally good at fighting and healing and killing. 

“I thought she was dead,” Frankie said - blinking down at his hands. “I mean I felt her die and then - then she just came back.”

As a result, she’d always been close to Frankie - she gravitated toward his quiet and his calm. Frankie was there for that whole disaster - the start of the rest of her life - so it made sense. It still bothered Will and Benny more than they cared to admit.

What is it about Frankie?

I dunno - I relate to him, I guess.

Really?

Yes. Are you jealous?

Maybe a little. 

A lot.

Fine. A lot. 

She had explained it like this: There was a coldness to Frankie when it came to killing. He so rarely tried to look back on it - touch that kind of guilt and harbor it. Pick it up and look at it square in the face like Will attempted to do. Frankie was kind and warm and sweet in all the ways outside of the fight, but he compartmentalized beautifully. She clung to that.

“I need to be like Frankie,” she tells Will, trailing her fingers up his chest and picking at the buttons of his polo. “I need to be like him because if I look at the things I did - all of it - the numbers and the fall out - I will really fucking lose it. I won’t come back from that.”

He nods, massaging her waist - tightening his grip as if she might just float away from him.

“He was there for you, too,” Will reminds her. “Before all that stuff happened.”

He never explicitly states it. He never says “doctors” or “Base 314” where it all went down - allegedly. 

Still - she shivers under his arm, curling her nails into his shirt. “Yeah - I guess.”

**

Will understood. He hadn’t always been so zen. That had taken years. He had once been a wild card - violent and hot-headed and brutal and yet both versions of himself loved her. 

It had broken up his engagement. Not the grocery store fights - the bouts of panic attacks. It had been Bambi. He dropped everything to go to her if she asked - if she called him. 

Finally - he had ended it. 

It’s not you. It’s me. 

The brutal reality of it being: it’s fucking her. It’s her and it will always be her.

**

For Will - he doesn’t quite know exactly how it went from him being her devoted friend to her lover. She needed him in more ways than one. She needed him for the darker things - the subtle, slithering glide of past images that fucked with her head.

How many times had Will picked her up from the ground, wiping vomit from her mouth after she’d drunk herself into oblivion?

It’s in my brain, Will. It’s there - it’s deep. 

Will would comfort her - cradling her into his chest - pushing her hair back. He’d soothe her with a croon - a soft, mouth sound - anything to shove back at whatever memory had gored her once again.

One night it just changed. It got all tense - the air dissolving into something more charged.

“You love me, don’t you?” she asked - outright - blunt - her eyes startlingly sober as she stared up at him.

“Yeah,” he replied because there was no point in denying it any longer. “Always have.”

She cradled her hand around the line of his jaw, tugging him down to her lips and the rest came with it.

**

It’s not exactly a secret. It just becomes normal - the usual. Will and she have always been a thing - tender and seemingly permanent. No questions.

But Benny begins to touch her - her hips, her waist - wrapping his arms hot around her neck as he shoves his nose against her ear and murmurs something. Will’s hand still firm on her knee - her thigh - rising higher and higher until he’s practically cupping her sex through her jeans.

The three of them are overgrown with tangles - with knots and frayed rope and every day - those knots tighten and the frays enclose. Sealed with wax. No one could pull them out if they wanted to - not even with shears or a well-honed knife. Nothing. 

Santi is watching the three of them interact across the room. He finally asks Frankie. “Do you - do you think Benny is fucking her?”

“Yeah,” he replies as he takes a long sip from his beer. 

“Good for them,” he shrugs before helping himself to the nachos at the center of the table.

They’ve killed people in front of each other. Pope stuck his fingers in Ironhead’s jugular to stop him from bleeding out. Benny has carried Fish over his shoulder for miles when he’d gotten shot. Bambi had sucked the venom out of Pope’s wrist due to a snake bite in the maw of the jungle. She has wrapped herself naked around Frankie when they nearly froze to death in a thin tent deep in the woods (something they decidedly do not bring up often in front of the Millers). 

In the grand scheme of things, Benny and Will fucking and loving the same girl isn’t that exciting.

**

Somewhere in Lanai

Present Day

Will really doesn’t think it out. He’s fully dressed - jeans and his vest and an open flannel. Water from the bath is sloshing over the porcelain sides - spilling into puddles across the pea green tile. The bath mats are drenched. Benny sits perched on the counter - watching them with concern.

Bambi is limp in his arms - breathing hard. She’s in nothing but her underwear as her skin color returns to its normal shade. She’d gotten coated in some toxic powder - enough that it made her burst into tears from the pain of it. Benny and Will had seen her cry maybe six times in her life and most of those times were from a bone-shaking climax.

When Will speaks, his voice is patchy - wrecked with the aftershocks of fear. “Are you okay?”

She nods - head falling back against his shoulder - her wet cheek sliding across his beard. “Doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Will had fully stepped into the bath with her - holding her under the heavy fall of the shower until she was soaked through. Finally - he had just collapsed in there with her. His jeans were uncomfortably sodden - his knees unable to bend fully. The weight of her on top of him is a comfort, though. The warmth of her body - her blood pumping in her neck.

One minute, she’d been stepping into a greenhouse - the next she was crawling through the door - biting down on her tongue to keep from screaming. Her skin streaked darker - her veins throbbing and engorged. Her eyes red. 

Will had felt his stomach drop - his heart lodge in his throat. He had acted quickly and lucky for them they hadn’t been far from their hideout. 

But he hadn’t liked that. He hadn’t like that period. In fact, he was certain that the reason she was breathing on top of him was because of whatever the doctors had pumped her with all those years back. The freaky shit. The unsaid shit. The stuff that made Frankie’s eyes go distant whenever the three of them brought it up when she wasn’t in the room.

Frankie acted like he didn’t know, but Will read people for a living. Frankie protected her and Will would never give him a hard time for that. He understood - he just wishes she’d open up to him about it.

Will shifts in the bath - peering down at his girl splayed out on top of him. Her legs spread as his knees bind her inside. She’s got her fingers wrapped around his hand - clutching at him as she tries to even out her breathing. Her head is soaked and Will nudges his nose against her scalp - enjoying the smell of her - the clean, human savor to her damp skin.

That was close and his adrenaline is still dragging through his blood. Sensations are returning to him. Sounds are clearer. He shares a glance with Benny who looks like he’s aged in the last ten minutes. He runs a trembling hand through his lanky hair before he drops back against the mirror.

It’s almost silent - the air pregnant with lingering tension - Benny manages to mumble their current state into the coms to let Pope and Fish know she’s fine. There’s the plunk of the dripping shower head - the splash of bathwater as Will’s enormous frame keeps making waves. 

She squeezes his hand and Will already senses where this is going - already recognizes the way her ass rubs against his crotch. He’s practically holding her up - most of her bare and raw to the elements - her sodden panties sticking to her like a second skin. She grips his hand and pulls it down her stomach - down between her thighs until he gets the hint and moves his fingers under the ruined lace. 

She’s so wet. Warm and silky and sensitive as she arches against his chest when his fingertip grazes her puffy little clit. 

“You need me to make you cum,” he grinds out - his own hips jutting upward - the ache in his cock as it presses up against his zipper. It’s always like this - after a fight or a near-death experience, one of them splits apart and demands consolation in the form of physical touch.

She nods frantically, a sigh bursting from the seam of her lips. He uses the flat of his palm to wrench her thighs wider - her underwear pretty much fucking useless at this point. He rubs his fingers over the lace - pushing it into the cleft of her folds - using the texture of the material to graze and rasp across her delicious cunt.

Benny keeps his eyes on them as he slides off the counter. He drops down the wall - his backward cap almost knocked off his head. His hand on his crotch as his jaw tenses. It’s not often that they do this together. That’s another strange boundary - another question that neither of them has figured out. They like the clear, concise lines of bedroom walls or different nights since the rest of their pseudo-poly relationship is so damn muddled.

But - their girl needs them and fear sometimes amplifies arousal - burns through it until it overwhelms and drowns.

Will teases her - running his hands down the insides of her legs. There’s the rush of cucumber melon and Irish Spring. Benny had doused her in different shower gels after Will had rinsed her - thinking it might help. The water is filmy with suds and it’s all kinds of gross - kind of unsanitary because Will is still in his dirty clothes but who can care? 

He traces her mound - her clit already hard - her thighs slick with arousal. 

“Take her panties off,” Will tells Benny. The angle is too difficult for him to do it himself. She lifts her hips immediately when Ben reaches over the tub - the water gliding over her smooth skin in streams. Ben’s eyes pinned to her cunt - his mouth parted in hunger.

She falls back into Will’s lap - her ass cushioned over his denim-covered cock - his belt buckle driving into the small of her back. He returns his hand to her pussy - sliding his index and middle finger along her slit before he goes lower and curls them deep inside her. He glides right in and she lurches at the stretch of it. 

“Baby girl,” he breathes against her hair - his chest heaving beneath her shoulders. “You’re so fucking wet.” He presses his fingertips against the tissue behind her clit as she digs her nails into his thigh. “Tight, too.” He kisses her cheek - his tongue running across her jaw before he sucks her earlobe between his teeth. “Gonna have to stretch you out before we fuck you.”

“Will,” she gasps as she tries to spread her legs within the confines of the tub - bucking her hips up against his hand. He’s got the heel of his palm over her bundle of nerves and each stroke of his fingers grinds it roughly upon it.

He thrusts his fingers to the knuckle - adding a third - curling and scissoring while he curves his thumb until it rests against the apex of her sex and rubs in diligent, small circles. He wraps his other hand around her throat - not enough to cut her air off - but enough to hold her in place - to make her feel as if he’s got her in a cage that she can’t run from. She’s his and he’d protect her with his god damn life if it came to it.

“Fuck,” she whines as he feels her walls clench around the thick joints of his fingers. The velvet flutter of her cunt spasming around him as her ass crashes down on his cock. He might spill in his own jeans - the way she’s sobbing for him - her voice high-pitched and desperate - the way her pussy is choking his hand - the cold flush of her bare skin against his. The guttural squelch that echoes from him pumping his fingers through her dripping cunt.

He fucking loves her. He loves her so much that it hurts him. 

Her lower muscles are bearing down on him - her thighs shaking as his fingers work her over as he moves them steadily in and out of her while his other thumb brushes across the pulse point of her throat. Ben’s eyes are dark as he watches her fall apart in this bathtub - the intimacy at seeing her cunt swallow Will’s fingers deep. His hand beneath the band of his jeans as he jerks himself off. 

“You gonna cum,” Will growls. “Fucking get my hand all wet. You do that and Benny will eat that pretty pussy like you want.”

That does it. She goes rigid before she tries to fold into herself, but Will’s arms keep her bound to him. The force of her climax rocks her up and Will continues to drag his fingers through her sloppy, contracting pussy as if it was his cock and he was shoving the rest of his spend as far as he could. 

She cries out - swatting at Will’s hand until he gently removes it. “Too much, Will,” she mutters. “Jesus.” 

He almost thinks she’s a little mad until she turns on her side with a heaving slosh of water and grabs his face. She yanks him down to her mouth - kissing him hungrily - insistently - her tongue warm as it drags over his own.

He returns it - fisting his hand into her wet hair before he peppers the rest of her face with chaste kisses. It’s very sweet - until Benny stands up and reaches for her.

“C’mere,” Benny grunts and then he’s grabbing her around the waist - lifting her effortlessly out of the bath before he lays her out on one of the cheap towels the bathroom came with. 

“You just gonna do it right on the floor, Ben?” Will taunts.

“You wanted to watch didn’t you?” Benny snaps right back.

Fair.

Benny grips her hips and forces them up, hitching her knees over his shoulders so that her flushed, swollen pussy is open for him. He leans forward - pushing his tongue through her folds before dipping it inside her - his nose hooked against her clit. Benny always eats her out like that - frantic enthusiasm as he presses his entire face against her while he splits her on his tongue. He’s sloppy with it - drooling enough that it drips down the cheeks of her ass before staining the towel. 

It’s loud - the echoing slurp of his lips moving against her sex as she notches the top of her hand against her mouth and bites down. Her ankles kicking out against his lower back as he holds her pelvis up to his mouth and drinks from it like a man possessed. He prides himself on making her climax with just the weight of his own tongue and the suction of his lips. He latches to her already-sensitive clit and sucks - flicking over it as she shudders and gasps out Benny.

“You taste good,” he husks - mouth full of her. 

Will’s got his own hand down the watery mess of his jeans. He strokes his cock at the sight of her - at the image of her glistening pussy - spread out and flushed from his fingers. It’s so wet and Benny grabs fistfuls of her ass as he keeps her lifted - the muscles in his back bunching and rolling as he fucks her with his tongue.

“You gonna cum, darlin,” he coaxes - his accent thicker when he’s got her slick in his throat. “Be a good girl and do it.”

She sobs as she throws her head back - her orgasm slamming through her as her hips lurch into Benny’s face. He doesn’t give her time to ride it out - doesn’t really give her any time at all to collect herself before he pushes her knees back against her tits - grips his cock and sinks inside her spasming pussy.

He fucks her right there - in short, hard thrusts. His jeans under his ass as he grabs her wrists and holds them tight above her head. He angles her up enough for him to slide down into her - hips snapping as it punches the air from her lungs - her pretty body bent near in half.

“Don’t break her, Benny,” Will grunts - slightly annoyed until he hears his brother blow his load - his hips jamming up against her and she rises up on her elbows and narrows her eyes at Will.

“I don’t break easily,” she smirks before she beckons him to her.

And then it’s Will stumbling out of the tub - stepping over his brother and lifting her up into his arms before bringing her to the bed. He almost laughs at the absurdity of it - of him making her cum in the bathtub before his brother moves her three feet and makes her cum on the floor and then he picks up where Ben left off. It’s like a board game - move four steps and come to collect.

“How do you want it,” he mumbles into her cheek - his fingers slipping through her soaked folds - the warm glide of her cum and Benny’s. When he puts his hand in front of her face - there are strings of fluids between his fingers and she licks them clean. “Tell me what you want or I’m just going to pound that hot little ass whatever way is fastest.”

He’s sure she’s sore - she’s fucked out and he doesn’t want to overdo it. She turns her head enough to let him kiss her - capturing her lips and tasting sweat and her warm tongue - the salt-brine of her pussy. 

“Like this,” she whispers as she pushes her ass against his cock. He’s got her on her side as he spoons her in the center of the bed. His jeans are sodden and nearly impossible to kick off, but he manages. He lifts her thigh - spreading her open - dragging the length of his cock through her folds - bumping it against her swelling clit. His chest is hot against her back as he grips the crook of her knee to hold her steady and spread. 

He murmurs her name - not her call sign - not baby girl or sweetheart or darlin - her name. He repeats it - again and again - his voice run ragged as the fall of it from his mouth matches the shove of his hips. He drags them back before driving them forward - burying his cock to the hilt and she hisses out a curse - clenching around the thick of him. 

She’s molten - his cock gliding through the mess of her cum and Benny’s - the sound of it filthy that it even makes heat rise in his cheeks. His dick is throbbing - pulsing with the rise of his orgasm - his balls tightening up as they slap against her skin. It’s all overwhelming - the sweltering heat of the room - the trap of condensation in the air from the shower - the weight of potential death still hanging between them like the listless smoke from a diminished fire. 

“I love you,” he stammers against the nape of her neck. He’s already off the edge - his cock spitting deep as he grinds into her. “Love you.”

Will rarely says i love you while Benny says it all the time. 

Her name is soft between them as he confesses it again - the same reverence of a muttered prayer or flowers pressed between sheets of paper the way his mother used to do it. His fingers are hard against the crux of her sex as he just rubs down and makes her jerk in his arms - causing her to soak him in her pleasure.

She’s got her hand at the back of his skull - her nails skating across the shorn hair. He used to wear it long and she’d laugh and call him the prettiest boy in the force. 

There’s too much history between them. Too much. 

But - really - there’s the future. 

[mixelation]

my guilty pleasure is sasusaku but like- the absolute worst parts of them together. i think they’re a ship capable of bringing out the worst of eachother, but in a very hateful toxic way (not like the Disaster Man/sakura ships where she gets to feel Seen). what’s your opinion on them?

Send me a ship and I’ll give you my (brutally) honest opinion on it

I'm.... mostly neutral on fanon SasuSaku. In Part 1, he's shown to actively care about her and appreciate her contributions to the team. I used to read this ship sometimes back when we were in Filler Hell and Shippuden hadn't come out, and I liked to see Sakura ~getting the guy.~ So I can see why someone might be attracted to this ship, and I can see a lot of ways to develop them as a fun pair. That being said, the way their relationship played out in canon seems so shitty to Sakura that I'm baffled that a lot of fans seem to like it. I don't, like, hate it because I do like Sarada and so I'm fine with reading/writing Sasuke and Sakura as a married couple...... but seriously? Seriously?

I have a very hard time conceptualizing Sasuke as a person who does ~romance~, and romance is obviously what Sakura wants out of their relationship. I don't think Sakura necessarily needs a generic romance to be happy, but she's built up her Sasuke-themed fantasies so much that.... yeah, she needs dates that last longer than 30 seconds or whatever they said happened on their canonical first date. Meanwhile, Sasuke was obviously struggling with a lot of internal demons and he needed to either be into accepting support from someone or not start a relationship, wtf.

If I could make some minor tweaks to canon to make this ship make more sense, here's what I would do: 1) Nix Sasuke knocking Sakura out with genjutsu during the war arc. WTF was that? Have more panels of him reacting positively to her instead. 2) Have Sasuke be the one to ask Sakura to travel with him, not her asking him and being denied. She doesn't have to say yes, but him making the gesture is so much more powerful than her asking and him being like "next time!!" 3) Instead of leaving her with a baby, let Sasuke raise his kid for a few years. You can him leave them for long enough Sarada doesn't have many memories of him if you really want to keep the familial drama, but have him be involved in raising her, jfc. I know Sarada has a flashback of him holding her hand when she's a toddler, but other than that, it's pretty strongly implied that Sasuke just.... wasn't around? What??

All that being said, I am pretty fond of Sakura and Sasuke as close friends. So I think if I was forced to write them as a couple, it would be pretty "married my friend for tax benefits" in vibes. That or Sasuke having the abrupt and sweaty realization that Sakura's biceps are VERY attractive.

[mochamamii]

yandere!nct: you’re very shy/introverted.

▹ a/n : thank you so much to the anon that requested this! I hope it’s what you were expecting. also, sorry for my inactivity, I needed a little break to prepare for school. I hope all of you who have returned to school are doing well and taking proper care of yourselves.

▹ triggers : yandere!au, unhealthy/toxic relationship dynamics

▹ pairing : yandere!nct dream x reader

「 Mark 」 :

Being fairly introverted himself Mark would really love it if his partner had this same quality about themselves. Mark would find it really nice if his partner was so shy and quiet to the point that they didn’t have very many friends that they talked with regularly. Yandere!Mark loves to manipulate and isolate his significant others, so having someone who already took care of one problem for him would be a nice change. He would probably encourage you to become more reclusive than you already are by attempting to cut out any and all social/extracurricular activities that you have left in your life.

“Forget about going to class...won’t you stay home with me today?”

「 Renjun 」 :

Renjun is the type of yandere that would really only mesh well with someone who is just as equally quiet/introverted, so he will be extremely happy to discover the two of you share this same quality. Renjun likes that you’re so elusive to the point that no one really knows much about you. He wants to be the only one who knows your true personality, and will become agitated if you ever even attempt to try and befriend someone. 

“Don’t get bold now darling, I like you better when you’re quiet. Let’s keep it that way...”

「 Jeno 」 :

Jeno won’t mind having a quiet s/o at all, in fact he will welcome it. Jeno is the kind of yandere that doesn’t like his partner talking or interacting with anyone besides him. He’s used to having to resort to pretty gruesome methods to make his partners in the past understand that he’s the only person they should rely on. Once Jeno finds someone like this, there’s no way he’ll ever be able to let the relationship go. You’re just too perfect for him!

“Ah darling, you’re such an angel. You’ve saved so many lives just simply by not talking to anyone else but me..”

「 Haechan 」 :

Considering how outgoing and vocal of a person Haechan is, it will most likely come as a surprise to the both of you when he begins to take a sudden interest in you. It may seem like Haechan would have a difficult time getting you to open up to him at first, but Haechan is too persistent to really give you a choice. Once he decides he wants you, there’s no use in fighting or pushing him away. He will almost instantly attach himself to your hip, forcing you to be in the same space as him 24/7. Haechan’s a little bit of a sadist so he will enjoy pulling you out of your comfort zone, forcing you into social situations just to watch you fumble over your own words nervously.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to speak...I’ll still be here, right by your side, waiting for the moment you do.”

「 Jaemin 」 :

Will enjoy it more than you’d probably expect. Jaemin is the kind of yandere that wants to rule their s/o’s entire being. He wants to be the only thing or person that they’re concerned with. He will appreciate his partner being very quiet and introverted because it eliminates the possibility of having a friend or a family member butting their nose in your relationship with him. Jaemin will love having a partner that is quiet so much that he will become upset and annoyed anytime he discovers you speaking with someone other than him.

“What reason do you have to be speaking to anyone else besides me, my love?”

「 Chenle 」 :

Chenle would struggle somewhat with having a significant other that is so shy and quiet. Not because he necessarily was super outgoing himself, but because he might find it challenging to connect with them. Chenle wants to know exactly how his partner feels about him at any given moment and having a partner that is so guarded and secretive about their true feelings would be a struggle for him. However, Chenle is the type of yandere that doesn’t let anything stand in the way of him and whoever is the object of his affection so he will do any and everything possible to make the relationship work. Not that you really have a choice..:/

“I will wait here all day if I have to just to hear your voice..”

「 Jisung 」 :

Jisung is the type of yandere that will change and morph his personality to whatever he needs or wants it to be at that moment, so no matter what type of person he finds himself growing attached to, he will make sure that he’s the kind of person they will get along well with. Having a shy/quiet partner won’t make a difference to him. If anything, his partner being shy or quiet will only serve to feed into his yandere behavior further. He’ll enjoy how naturally submissive they are, easily adapting to his conditions and demands.

“You’re just so perfect for me...who else will I find that I get along with so well?”

[pbelfz]

Title: Social Skills Pairing: Bakugou x Reader Prompt: You’re a transfer student at U.A., and Bakugou doesn’t like how you ignore him. He resorts to his old bullying ways in order to get your attention. Includes: toxic relationship, jealousy, physical abuse, choking, slight NSFW if you squint Word Count: 3.2k PB’s Masterlist

The entire lecture hall’s eyes trained on her seemed distant to the iced coffee seeping through her uniform and sticking to her skin.

Midoriya was the first to grab a tissue or two or three, each of them borderline useless as (Y/n) sat soaked in her seat next to him. Midoriya was kind. He wiped her lap with a disapproving frown and offered her more tissues. (Y/n) slowly took them from him, shock melting into anger with her gaze fixed ahead on the man standing in front of her.

Izuku Midoriya was kind.

Katsuki Bakugou was not.

Bakugou held the empty plastic coffee cup in his hand with a twinge of a smile on his face. He licked his lower lip, trying to hide it.

“Oops,” he drawled, his stomach flipping at the heated stare (Y/n) gave him. Though, he scoffed as he watched (Y/n) wipe her uniform.

“’Course you’d get him to help you,” he bit, but she didn’t reply as she took another tissue from Midoriya. No, she didn’t force Midoriya to help her. Midoriya helped because he’s the closest one to her, and he suffered with a people-pleasing syndrome. The professor hadn’t arrived yet, but the other students present in the room couldn’t avert their eyes as Bakugou’s sadism was satiated. Nobody else attempted to help. Each of them stared, watching as (Y/n) silently cleaned herself off. They could only be thankful Bakugou hadn’t made a victim out of them.

It’d been like this since she started at this university.

(Y/n) was nothing. She is nothing. That’s what Bakugou reminded himself every time (Y/n) walked by him on campus and didn’t glance his way. He knew she saw him. How could she not? Someone was always looking at Bakugou, either out of fear or admiration. Both satisfied him; attention was attention. (Y/n) presented him with neither.

It’s peculiar, the way Bakugou preened himself when it’s his turn to show off his quirk’s ability to the rest of his peers during class, almost like a mating display. It wasn’t necessarily unusual for him to flaunt his talents, but the way he felt about his recent behavior made him insecure. Hero lecture revealed his biggest faults, especially compared to other students. One of his faults was how quickly he searched through the group of students to find (Y/n), always with an eager, full feeling in his belly. When they met eyes, though, he deflated upon seeing her staring blankly at him. Her disinterest in him fucking pissed him off. Maybe he held her opinion of him higher than the others? No, no, fuck, not that. Not that at all. She just couldn’t accept how much better he was than her.

She never spared him a second thought, unlike the rest of the class, who held him to such a high esteem for being such a powerful young hero in training. Many of them wanted to learn from him, either to meet his agility level or match his combat techniques. While U.A. taught him not everyone will fear him, it also taught him that people will always be looking at him. Looking up at him. He was tolerant of that.

That’s why he couldn’t accept whatever (Y/n) was.

Professor Aizawa dismissed Hero lecture at exactly at 10:00 AM.

Bakugou frowned, eyeing (Y/n) as she and Deku exchanged a few words. They were packing their notebooks into their school bag, and (Y/n) laughed at something Deku said as they stepped down from the auditorium seats. Bakugou grimaced, his face settling into something ugly as he packed his own bag.

(Y/n) and Deku continued their conversation by the door. Bakugou finished gathering his things for the next class, and he almost didn’t want to walk past the pair. Seeing them like this made him fucking sick to his stomach. He’s never seen the expressions (Y/n) made when she talked with Deku. The ones she always showed Bakugou were stale and dismissive. Right now, she seemed so much livelier, bubbly even. He didn’t even realize he’s never seen her smile before until now. Bakugou threw his bag over one shoulder, his grip on the strap tightening. His brow became knitted in a grisly frown.

(Y/n)’s back was to Bakugou, but Midoriya could see him clearly. His smile faltered slightly as Bakugou approached, anticipating a confrontation. He always felt as if he needed to be ready for an altercation these days; Bakugou has been getting rather antsy lately.

Bakugou shouldered (Y/n) rather harshly, making her lose her balance, almost knocking her over entirely.

She let out a guttural, “Oof!”, before Midoriya held his arms out to catch her, but (Y/n) caught herself before she fell. Bakugou treaded by the pair casually, leaving the lecture hall.

“Stop blocking the fucking door,” he barked on his way out. (Y/n) blinked, hiding the way she rolled her eyes. Midoriya seemed more worried than she did. However, she continued the conversation as if nothing happened, not even looking Bakugou’s way.

She didn’t see, but Bakugou glanced behind him from where he stood in the hallway, hoping to see a spark of a reaction from her. There was none. He left class miffed and disappointed. More emotions were being raised from within himself than from his target.

Bakugou didn’t like when his prey didn’t give him a fight.

It’s been about two months since (Y/n) came to this university, and she’s barely said one word to him. She’s developed friendships with plenty of people in their class level, but when he’s in her vicinity, she doesn’t go anywhere near him. Bakugou’s long-since suspected that she’s been avoiding him, and he’s determined to find out why.

He didn’t exactly know how to ask her, though.

The only ways he knew how to start contact with another person was to berate them or start a fight. Usually, other people come to him, and he’ll have to dismiss them. How should he handle when another person is ignoring him?

No, she’s not ignoring him. He’s trying to fucking find out what her problem is!

Bakugou’s leg bounced anxiously under the lecture hall desk, his cheek resting in his palm with a curt scowl on his face. He couldn’t even fucking take notes with this bitch on his mind. His fingers played with his pen, tapping the end on his notebook. He glanced to the far end of the auditorium, his eyes making a beeline for (Y/n). She was taking notes diligently, something he should be doing. Thankfully, there were enough students crowded in Hero lecture that Bakugou wouldn’t be singled out so easily for not paying attention.

The longer he stared at her, the angrier he became. His jaw clenched, and his eyes narrowed. (Y/n) looked up, and Bakugou’s stomach flipped, and he paused, almost expecting her to meet his eye, but that was an ignorant hope. Of course she wouldn’t. She was simply looking up to read the professor’s handwriting on the whiteboard.

His anxious tics started again, the bouncing of his leg becoming a distraction for the students sitting around him. Bakugou became angrier and angrier that (Y/n) wasn’t looking at him the way he was looking at her right now, even though it was the middle of class.

Kirishima, who sat on Bakugou’s left today, leaned over to him.

“Hey, man, you okay?” He whispered to his friend, eyes glued to the whiteboard as he scribbled down his own notes, listening to the professor drone on about different defense stances for a long-ranged combat style. Bakugou straightened his posture, still staring over at (Y/n).

“Yeah, ‘m fine,” he grumbled, stretching out his leg underneath the table to minimize his tics.

(Y/n) left class without Deku today.

Bakugou walked out the door right behind her.

He glared down at the back of her head. Who the fuck do you think you are, ignoring me, you little shrimp?

The pace was casual. He’d already decided he’d confront her today. Bakugou trailed behind her with his hands in his pockets, his bag slung over his shoulder. (Y/n) must have already known Bakugou was following her because she turned a hallway corner to a more secluded area. This pissed Bakugou off even more.

Then she turned another corner. Bakugou followed. He fell back a few paces, so his footsteps weren’t as loud now that fewer people were around them.

Then (Y/n) entered the women’s bathroom.

Bakugou stopped in his tracks, staring at the door as it swung closed. He blinked, confused.

They were walking here? Was this her destination the entire time? No. No, he wouldn’t fall for that. She wasn’t going to avoid him anymore. Bakugou glanced from the bathroom door to his surroundings, trying to see how many people here. There weren’t many. This area of the building was rather secluded, but this bathroom was nearest to their Hero class. It made sense why (Y/n) would come to this one.

He was taking too long to decide what to do. His confrontation opportunity was going to be wasted if he didn’t do something quick. Fuck it.

He barged right into the women’s bathroom.

(Y/n) was washing her hands at the sink, and she jumped at the intrusion that was Bakugou. She looked alarmed, her body shocked stiff as she stared up at him. Bakugou felt the forbidden rush of trespassing in undiscovered territory, but it was unparalleled to the satisfaction he felt when seeing the frightened expression on (Y/n)’s face. Finally, she was showing him an emotion.

He reached behind him, locking the bathroom door. The women’s restroom wasn’t much different from the men’s. The ceramic walls were pink. There were less urinals. It was also much cleaner.

For the first time, (Y/n) spoke to him.

“What the fuck is your problem?”

Being acknowledged made his insides feel lighter. He depended too heavily on the recognition of others.

His tongue flicked across his lower lip, his eyes wild as his stance widened.

“What the fuck is your problem?! You’ve been fuckin’ ignorin’ me!” He belted.

(Y/n) showed him another one of her expressions: disgust.

She whirled around to face him fully, turning off the sink faucet. “Do I owe you attention or something? Who even are you?!”

Bakugou stepped closer, scoffing, but (Y/n) kept on.

“The only thing I know you as is a fucking asshole who uses others to make himself feel bigger,” (Y/n) snapped, her voice raising. Bakugou was right on her now, towering over her. Neither of them ever realized how much bigger he was than her because of how much distance they put between each other. They closed that gap so quickly in under three minutes.

Bakugou snarled, grabbing ahold of (Y/n)’s neck with one hand and slamming her back against the mirror, making it rattle against the wall. Surprisingly, it didn’t break, but it should have, considering how much unchecked force Bakugou used. (Y/n) coughed upon impact before acting out of instinct, her own hands grabbing onto his forearm and digging her nails into his skin. She bared her teeth and gave him the meanest look he’d seen from her yet.

Bakugou’s grip tightened around her throat, and (Y/n) kicked his stomach, but it wasn’t hard enough to get him to let go. She kicked him again, harder this time, but he caught her foot easily. She was a good fighter, but he was better. Bakugou suddenly let her go, deciding it wasn’t worth it. She fell to the floor, gasping for air.

Bakugou backed away from her, feeling dissonance within himself.

(Y/n) glanced at the door, but Bakugou saw. He stepped in her vision, blocking her way out.

“Just,” (Y/n) started after a cough, “What do you want?” Bakugou was the last person she wanted to be around right now, but she realized dealing with him was the only way to leave.

Bakugou frowned. He wanted something from her, but he couldn’t accept that. He sighed, rolling his eyes shut.

“I… wanted to talk to you,” he admitted begrudgingly.

(Y/n) let out a dry laugh, her demeanor becoming exasperated. “Some way to fucking talk to someone!”

Bakugou’s glare hardened. “Shut the fuck up. That was only because you disrespected me.”

“Oh, boohoo. Apparently being disrespected justifies assaulting someone now.”

The more (Y/n) spoke, the angrier Bakugou became. At the same time, however, she was looking at him. She was engaging with him. She was showing him emotion. She proved she was more than just a blank slate. Does Deku see this side of (Y/n)? How often does he see it? Is Bakugou the first to see her like this? Huddled on the ground of the women’s bathroom, livid and fiery, and alone with him?

They were both quiet for another minute, letting the anger subside. Bakugou was gathering his words and calming himself down before his temper went off again. He supposed (Y/n) was doing the same. It was odd to say he didn’t really know this woman he’d been watching in class for two months. Did she know his name?

“I’m Katsuki Bakugou,” he muttered, glaring at the ground. He waited for her to answer him, but she only stared. Bakugou’s frown deepened, and he decided he should just continue talking to her. But… How?

‘Why do you ignore me?’ No, that’s fucking pathetic.

‘I want attention.’ No, that’s even worse.

“Why do you look at everyone else but me?” It came out before he meant it to.

(Y/n) blinked and looked up at him like he was stupid.

“What do you mean, ‘look at everyone else?’ Like, literally or figuratively?” She asked him, her nose scrunching up a bit. Bakugou shrugged after a moment.

“Both, I guess,” he grumbled.

“Because whenever I’m around you, you’re being mean to me,” (Y/n) told him. It sounded more childish now that she’d said it out loud. It wasn’t something she’d thought she’d be saying to someone in her twenties, that’s for sure.

“I do that to get your attention,” he was being more honest than he meant to be. Men apparently never grow up.

“Have you ever considered that you can be nice to get other people’s attention?” (Y/n) countered.

It was a simple comment, but it made Bakugou’s mouth shut.

“I,” he exhaled, “I don’t think I know how… to do that.”

(Y/n) shrugged, standing up. She wasn’t here to listen to his sob story. Bakugou watched her as she gathered her bag, walking to the door. He wasn’t going to stop her from leaving this time.

“It’s not my job to teach you how to be kind.”

“(Y/n), wait,” Bakugou mumbled, hushed but quick. (Y/n) heard him, so she stopped. Her head turned to look back at him.

“I’ll leave you alone. I won’t pick on you anymore,” his voice was low, and he wasn’t looking at her. She said nothing; she was waiting for him to continue.

“But you have to stay away from Deku.”

(Y/n) made no effort to change her behavior. Who did Bakugou think he was to show up out of nowhere and tell her who to interact with? Especially when she barely knew who he was?

She ate lunch with Midoriya outside today. Neither of them had class at this hour, so they took their lunch break together. The weather felt cooler compared to the blistering heat from last week. Campus was peaceful around this time of day; neither she nor Midoriya wanted to fill the silence with words. Midoriya ate his sandwich, and (Y/n) ate some sliced oranges.

(Y/n) gazed off into the distance, nothing in particular really on her mind. She glanced to her side and caught sight of a disappointed blonde walking towards them with his hands in his pockets. She met his eye, almost matching his bleak stare as she steadily lowered her food.

Bakugou stopped right in front of them, looking down at her. He ignored Deku, but Midoriya was giving him an odd look. This was weird.

Bakugou didn’t say anything, so (Y/n) spoke first.

“Did you need something?”

Bakugou scoffed, not backing away. (Y/n) shifted. He was crowding her, and she wanted him to leave already.

“Yeah. Come with me,” Bakugou grouched, turning and trudging in the opposite direction.

“What do you want?” (Y/n) asked, not even looking at him as she finished her orange. The two stood in the women’s bathroom again. Was this a conference room now?

“I told you to stay away from him.”

“Yeah, and I don’t have to listen to you,” (Y/n) chimed, leaning against a sink and crossing her arms.

“You’re nobody to me,” she kept on, and it made Bakugou’s blood fucking boil. He stomped closer to her.

“No, you’re–!”

(Y/n) spat out a laugh. “What are you, twelve? I’ve only see–!”

Bakugou grit his teeth, and his anger overcame him.

His hand was around her neck once more, just like the first time in this bathroom, except now his palms were heated. Where’s the other one? Oh. He’s got both of them around her neck this time.

What’s this feeling in his stomach? She’s looking at him. Finally, she’s looking at him. He’s been wanting that, right? He’s burning her. Why’s he burning her? She’s crying. She’s struggling to get out of his grip. She’s kicking him, and Bakugou’s pressing himself further against her, keeping her legs from swinging.

He fucking hated her.

His knee pressed against her crotch. Not on purpose, but because they were just so close together now. She’s crying a lot now, and scratching him, too. His forearms were bleeding from where her nails dug into his skin.

“Ba–!” She rasped, angry whelps of tears falling down her cheeks, “Bakugou–!” She managed to speak his name, even over the pressure he was putting on her throat. Bakugou looked at her, surprised to hear her utter his name for the first time, but it didn’t stop him from assaulting her.

Their faces were so close to each other now, and Bakugou’s weight was heavy against her. She couldn’t breathe, and panic settled in. He was going to kill her.

Though, he suddenly let go, and she fell to the floor, coughing and spitting as air returned to her bloodstream.

He backed away, cursing. This was just a repeat of their first interaction. What was he trying to get out of this?

He waited for (Y/n) to catch her breath, almost feeling guilty watching the way she clung to herself in front of him, like a small, helpless rabbit. He wanted this, right? She’s finally paying attention to him. He’s forcing her to acknowledge him.

“I,” Bakugou began, but (Y/n) held up a hand. She was still on all fours in front of him, coughing now and then.

“Save it,” she spat.

“Just stay away from Deku,” Bakugou uttered under his breath, almost ashamed to still be pressing the topic after this encounter. “Please,” perhaps a bit of humility will win her over.

(Y/n) shook her head, looking at the ground, still trying to catch her breath. She couldn’t believe the shamelessness of this man.

“Or what? I’ll get choked again?” (Y/n) asked bitterly.

Bakugou didn’t answer, but they both knew the answer was: maybe.

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

No no i forgot to add i wasn't coming after you or anon about the comparing. I mean that a lot of people don't put the thought you put in. So many people put him in those videos "sing if you would let this toxic men do *Insert something* this to you" and it's always bucky with villans who knew what they were doing and who did it on purpose (not even with Loki necessarily). Like bucky never showed "toxic" behaviour and hasn't done a thing. I do agree about grouping them together because the MCU writers don't know how to properly write their characters and they are always sidelined even though they are important to the story (like I'm going to be honest I still haven't seen loki but from what I heard loki low-key became a side character in his own show and Bucky got less screen time than n*zi British girl and Tony even though he's more important to Steve and Steve's story)

Oh it's alright honey, I didn't think you were coming after me or the other anon 😉

They're calling Bucky toxic? That's crazy. Holy shit, not in a million years I would have used that word to describe him, that's absolutely insane. It's so weird to me that they're happy to pair him up with abusers and terrorists and genocidal maniacs but when it comes the time to talk about those abusers and terrorists they somehow defend their actions? Like they will call Bucky a villain but then start justifying Thanos and Stark and it's such a mindfuck.

Especially when the very moment Bucky broke free from Hydra's control he stopped immediately. He didn't even take a while to reconsider or a few days to think it over, he stopped and escaped. Hell, if we have that scene in CW when they're torturing him and fucking with his mind in the 90's that means every single time he had been taken out of cryo he was fighting back, trying to run away, trying to reclaim himself so he could stop them from using him once again - and he did that for +70 freaking years!

He's so far from being a villain or a murderer, he's a victim and he's a hero. TFATWS was a huge mess and as you say he should have gotten more screen time but at least we have that scene where he helps some folks break free from a van and a man tells him "thank you for saving us". His face is priceless. (And they call him Sergeant Barnes at one point. Oh, I loved that).

As for Stark and Peggy... ah don't get me started. Everything those two do has been justified and excused a million times and they're both considered heroes, always making it to the lists of the most righteous MCU characters and it makes me laugh every damn time. Yeah, hiring nazis is something a good person would do, look at Howard, he even had a nickname for Zola. What wouldn't I give for a show where the Howlies find out about this and go feral on Peggy and Howard. If only.

And the Loki show... where to start. He is sidelined in his own series, none of his past is brought up, he's humiliated constantly and has to share the screen time with a variant of himself who's said to be superior to him in every way and a good girl who cares so much about what's right (while at the same time she's shown to kill, torch, kidnap and enchant agents and innocent people at will, but that's fine because she's the one doing it), then post-ep3 Loki has no arc of his own as he spends 3 entire episodes following her and supporting her in everything she wants and needs.

It's like Marvel only has time to be sympathetic to the abusers and terrorists but when it comes to victims they're happy to blame them and put them through hell - or force them to make amends.

[yumeyooa]

[11:39 PM]—happiness lies on the other side of paradise

—pairing: dabi x gender neutral! reader; genre: fluff; established relationship au; r-13 wc: 807 ; warnings: profanity, unsafe practices that you should definitely not do; soft dabi

To Dabi, you were an enigma.

He couldn’t quite figure you out. Usually, people were easy to read, their motivations clear as day even if they tried to hide behind nonchalant eyes. He could tell when their grey leaned more on the darker side or fell more into the light.

But with you, it was as if he was mystified.

“Why do you stay?” He had asked you one night, leaning into the withering walls of his shabby apartment’s rooftop, taking a drag of his cigarette as he huffs the toxic air out of his system. You sat beside him, dangling your legs on the edge as you stared at the street below, which was empty, save for the dim light courtesy of the city’s night lamps.

“Why do you ask?” You toss back, not even bothering to look at him, shifting your attention to the night sky in search of something to look at. But contrary to your hopes, the night sky was pure darkness, no stars to be seen. It was the city, after all, and the stars dared not to shower their brilliance over a city who could care less about them. 

“Because it’s strange,” he says after taking a peek at you. You who looked so peaceful even though you were literally dangling on the edge of life and death. You looked as if you were absolutely content with your life even though it was way worse than what you were accustomed to. You who looked happy, so much so that Dabi couldn’t understand you at all. 

“You act as if you’re having the time of your life,” He says, turning around and placing his arms over the edge, slowing down as he takes another whiff of his cigarette. “When we both know that’s absolute bullshit. What sane person would be happy living as ostracized as we are when we’re literally on the run?” 

You stay silent, letting him continue as you play with your fingers, not knowing what to say. “Besides, you’re not as messed up as we are. We’re fucking villains, you… aren’t. So why stay?” 

There was truth to his words, no matter how absurd they may seem to anyone else. You had no reason to be associated with the villains. In fact, doing so would only make your life much more complicated, as you constantly had to hide from the heroes and police who were already suspicious of you, the child of an esteemed hero who seemingly wanted nothing to do with them.

You chose the road where many would actively avoid, a road  Dabi was forced to choose because of his own father; a road his own colleagues were molded to choose. You chose this path out of your own free will, and Dabi just couldn’t fathom why. 

“I guess that means I’m not sane,” you say, smiling at him with a sincere smile, one that knocks Dabi’s heart right out of the park, though he tries to keep it in. “Contrary to what you may think, Dabi, I’m quite happy like this.”

“Bull—“

“—Let me finish.” You say, cutting him off with a playful glare, smiling soon after you see the stunned expression on his face. “As I was saying, you better than anyone else should know that just because one has a better life than the rest doesn’t necessarily mean they’re happy.” 

Dabi says, silent, knowing you hit the nail head-on. “And I guess my happiness lies wherever you are.” You continue as if it was the most normal thing to say when in fact, you had just single handily turned Dabi’s world upside down.

“You are my happiness, Dabi.” 

He buries his head in his arms, trying to hide how flustered he was, even though he’s sure his scars could do it for him. He wasn’t supposed to feel like this. He was a villain, for heaven’s sake. But the way you spoke about him made him feel as if he wanted to shield you from the harsh world. Made him feel that he had to protect you and keep your happiness safe alive.

“Idiot,” he mutters, side-eyeing you. “You can’t just say things like that.” You giggle, bringing yourself down from the edge and approaching him, hugging him from behind and resting your chin in his shoulder, sighing. 

“Don’t act as if you don’t like it,” you tease, smiling into his shoulder. Dabi could only hope that you’re unable to hear the rapid beating of his heart— how it swoons and sighs and wraps itself entirely around your finger, ready to bend itself to your will; do anything to make you happy.

Because as much as you considered him your happiness, you were his times two. And he would do anything to protect you, even if he had to burn the world into ashes. 

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[6sakusa]

“don’t know.” sakusa kiyoomi.

warnings: angst, implications of a toxic relationship, mild swearing, me not proof reading. wc: 1.5k

“what the hell is that even supposed to mean.” you felt like a fool, and this most definitely wasn’t the first time. you struggled against raising your voice even though your boyfriend sakusa was clearly provoking this reaction out of you. he sat calm and collected as ever on the freshly painted wooden chair that was perched outside your favourite restaurant where he had decided to take you today, however things clearly weren’t going as planned.

the two of you had been sat here for a couple minutes, him criticising you in the most passive way possible, and you reacting in a way that completely opposed his own demeanour. as talented as sakusa kiyoomi was in volleyball, he was just as great at complaining and nitpicking at every single thing you did. you were convinced he was tired of you, you weren’t sure why he was still keeping you around, perhaps for entertainment? or was it because the two of you had been together for so long already that he wasn’t ready to let go? you couldn’t be sure.

he stared across at you, his facial expression was unchanging apart from the slight raise of his eyebrow that was warning you to watch your tone as his eyes flicked from your clenched fists on the table and back to meet your eyes. “i’m just saying it would make my life a lot easier if you were more obedient, that’s all.” he picked up the menu, squinting slightly as he scanned over the contents as the sunlight reflected directly onto it. you were just about to open your mouth when sakusa raised his hand slightly, signaling you to be quiet as he gestured towards a waitress.

“a-are you ready to order sir?” her eyes jumped between both you and your boyfriend as she had noticed how he’d practically tried to shut you up. it took everything in her to resist the urge to shiver with the tension clouding the air. “i’ll have a bowl of umeboshi, and you?” he placed the menu to the side awaiting your answer. “just water.” you muttered and he squinted once again, attempting to decipher whether your shift in attitude was because you had generally calmed down or because there was a third person present.

“alrighty then! i’ll bring your order over once it’s ready.” it was obvious the waitress couldn’t wait to rush off elsewhere but not without giving you a sympathetic look first which you returned with a smile. “you’ll be hungry later on, order something more.” he turned to you once she had left with a deadpan expression as usual. “why do you care? everything i do seems to bother you anyways.” you clenched your jaw thinking about what he had said earlier on. obedience? you scoffed at the thought of it.

“i never said that.” the nonchalance in his voice just seemed to rile you up more causing you to raise your voice once again. “kiyoomi are you be-“ he cut you off raising his hand just as before, and you swear you couldn’t take it anymore, you had a burning rage to slap him square in the face right then and there. “listen to me sakusa.” you rose to your feet quickly, hands banging against the table and the chair making a clattering sound behind you as it slid backwards. “i’m not a fucking dog, and you will not cut me off again. show me the same respect i show you.” admittedly , you had caught him by surprise by your reaction and for the first time today his facial expression changed. even though you couldn’t visibly see it under his mask, you were very aware of the way his nose scrunched at your words.

“sakusa?” he was obviously not pleased with the use of his surname, but more so with the vast attention you were attracting over to the two of you. you looked around at the various pairs of eyes that had wandered over to you during your outburst, your breath hitched in your throat as you apologised with mutters sitting back down quietly. “was that necessary? this is what i mean, you’re just always so difficult.” he sighed back into his chair clearly uncomfortable now that so many people were hyper aware of both your presences.

“if i’m so difficult then what’s the point?” you looked up at him, your throat closing up as you struggled to swallow the lump in your throat. “what’s the point of what?” the male was finally rising to attention, giving you a couple more seconds to reconsider what you were about to ask. “of this.. of us.” you gestured to the both of you.

“if i’m such a handful, why are you with me?” you broke off eye contact, afraid that you would be able to tell what he was thinking just by the way his eyes darkened and if so you wouldn’t be able to lie to yourself anymore regardless of if he blurted out reassuring words of love and comfort that brought you crawling back each and every time.

the two of you weren’t always like this, when you first met you were in university and sakusa was a lot shyer than he was now. back then he struggled to talk to you since he absolutely loathed the feeling of being flustered and almost anything you did made him blush. you found him endearing, quite cute actually. eventually he had asked you on a date which turned to many more and then a solid relationship status. but here you were today, wondering how and when it had all gone wrong.

he contemplated your words for a while, why did he put up with you? he wasn’t actually sure of that answer himself. was it because he valued familiarity so much? it would probably be a pain for him to adjust to a life without you since you had been a part of his life for so long, hell the two of you even had a shared apartment. “i don’t know.” he finally murmured out, his words were muffled due to his mask but you heard him loud and clear.

even though you had asked for the truth you had no idea that it would hurt this much, it was as if he’d dented your heart and you’re sure with time it would only get worse until it completely stopped beating. “you don’t know, 4 years and you don’t know?” you breathed out, tears beginning to brim in your eyes, a sick realisation hitting you without warning. even though you loved sakusa, you couldn’t force him to love you back.

“i don’t know what you want me to tell you y/n.” he spoke as composed as usual, as if he wasn’t currently the reason that your lungs were at full capacity and that your stomach was tying itself in a horrible knot. “do you love me kiyoomi?” you asked, your voice was lower than a whisper now. one part of you wished that he wouldn’t have heard your question so he wouldn’t have answered, but another part of you yearned for the truth.

“i don’t know.” this time something shifted about his demeanour, it wasn’t completely obvious and if you didn’t know sakusa as well as you did then you probably wouldn’t have picked up on it, but the slight wrinkle on his forehead as he forced himself to look you in the eye showed that this was hurting him too. maybe he didn’t even realise that he’d fallen out of love with you, maybe he was coming to the same hard hitting realisation.

you swallowed the lump in your throat, forcing yourself to look up at him even though tears were hanging off the edge of your face. ‘what now?’ you thought to yourself. your life had all come crashing down within the span of 10 minutes and every second that passed it felt like the burden was only getting heavier and heavier. all you knew is that you had to get out of sakusa’s presence, someone who used to be the epitome of comfort had now become too suffocating to even look at.

“where are you going?” the male before you sat straight, he was now at full attention and he wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to do. he didn’t necessarily want the two of you to end things, but he was never one to indulge in his own selfish desires, if you wanted to leave he wouldn’t stop you. there was a time he probably would have, he would have gotten on his knees to beg and plead for you to stay.

“y/n answer my question.” he reached out to you, now visibly worried about your lack of response, at this point he expected shouting and screaming, maybe even some kicking. anything. but instead he was met with a blank stare and silence.

you retracted your arm turning to face him for the last time. “i don’t know.”