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freyito · 9 days ago

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How about Argenti with a GN reader that gets sick easily?

(ex: crying can cause them to get sick the next day, etc.)

✭ pairing(s): argenti x gn reader

✧ a/n: this one is really cute!! im a freak for writing my favorite goobers taking care of reader no matter the circumstances. if we couldnt tell. (GOD REACHED DOWN AND GRABBED ME BY THE THROAT AND MADE ME SICK WHICH SPURRED ME ON TO FINISH THIS FIC ((i am also fighting MAD burnout so. i apologize in advance just incase.))

✦ taglist: @fffrost, @shinysora

🗒 cw: gn reader, just fluff :3, not proofread

✎ wc: 1.7k

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Argenti is used to this. Coming home to you, cuddled up in bed voice raspy and body too warm yet too cold at the same time. Even waking up to you simply feeling miserable, tugging at his arm to get you some water. He doesn’t mind it, not one bit. He has always enjoyed taking care of you, even when you didn’t need it. He doesn’t mean to coddle you, but sometimes the honor of taking care of you overwhelms him.

However, you’ve been getting sick easier lately, and it has him worried. Rather than the usual offenders (cold weather, idiots who didn’t understand what a mask was, and many such cases), all you had been doing was… working. So, why were you so miserable when Argenti came home?

You were practically trapped in bed, every time you stood up your head started spinning. Your throat felt like hell, all scratched up and painful, making your voice deeper and gravelly. It was a constant battle between you and your blankets, one minute you’re way too hot for them, the next, you couldn’t bear to be without the blanket. Ultimately, you chose to stay wrapped up in the blanket, seeing as the shivers never stopped.

When Argenti came home, he found you, quite obviously, stuck in bed, watching some cheesy romance movie you didn’t even put on. You were in and out of consciousness, letting the streaming service auto-play movies and shows. Somewhere along your little horror marathon, the algorithm lost track of the original memo and now you were stuck with some sparkly male protagonist pining after his love interest in the silliest of ways. He kinda reminded you of Argenti. Or perhaps that’s because Argenti was standing in front of the TV, in the perfect position where he was covering the MC entirely, yet the character’s aura of sparkles framed your knight perfectly. Or maybe it was Argenti himself. It was hard to tell with your fizzled out mind.

“My love! Oh, it’s happened again,” He sighs, yet his voice sounds almost ecstatic. “Have you eaten well? Drank water? Maybe some apple juice or orange juice will help?”

He prattles on about ways to make you feel better, or at least soothe the discomfort you're in, while immediately starting on chores. He doesn’t even take off his armor before he’s throwing clothes into a laundry basket. Even then, he doesn’t take long to come back to your side after throwing the clothes in the washer. He’s got a big, loveable smile on his face as he does so, resting the back of his hand on your forehead, then drifting to your cheek.

“Would you like me to draw a bath, dear? Would that help?” His voice is oh-so-gentle. You don’t have the heart to say no, even if you took one earlier. Regardless, you don’t even get to answer before he’s off once more. You cozy up in the bed for another minute as you listen to the sounds of water running in the other room, and Argenti’s muffled humming.

As much as you hated being sick, and how often you got sick, you can’t deny that Argenti’s enthusiasm helps you a little. At least mentally. The fact that he’s always been so ready to take care of you without a word of protest has been comforting. Even with all he’s been tasked with, he never seems more proud of his work than he does with you.

He comes back in all too happy, scooping you up in his arms without another word. It’s like clockwork for him, treating you like royalty in general. He does the same even if you aren’t sick, taking his time to take care of you and pamper you in any way possible, even in the domestic ways. He would do this even before dressing his wounds if he were to come back with any. Nothing stops him.

The bathroom smells of lavender, an opened bag of epsom salt on the counter. Argenti sets you on the counter with a humble smile. He leans over the bathtub, finally taking off one of his gauntlets and dipping his hand in the water to make sure it isn't too hot. He pulls his hand out and shakes off the water, before turning back to you, holding out his hand to help you off the counter.

He begins to take off your clothes, gently and reverently. There are no lingering touches, no traces of embarrassment as he does so. Once you are naked, he presses a kiss to your forehead and ushers you into the bath. You settle in nicely, the warm water a balm against your skin. Though you were sweaty and so damn hot, it felt infinitely better. You don't know what made this bath feel so much better than the one that you took, but you simply chalked it up to Argenti’s making.

You sink deeper into the bath, til the water is up to your chin. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, the steam helping to clear your nostrils. For once it feels like you can breathe, and lord, is it heavenly. Sure, the scratch in your throat is still there, but it doesn’t feel as significantly damning as it did before. You feel yourself relax, the fuzziness in your head lessening. You can’t help but let out a groan of satisfaction as you allow the water to wash away your woes, or what it could, at least.

It was so comfy that you could practically fall asleep in the bath, running your fingers over the texture of the bottom of the bath just to keep yourself awake as you fight your own consciousness.

“May I come in?” Argenti’s voice breaks you out of your drowsiness, and you catch a glimpse of his hair through a very small crack in the door. You give him a groggy ‘yes’, and he walks back in with a clean pair of clothes for you. He sets them on the counter, before kneeling down next to you in the tub. “I changed the sheets on the bed for you, and the blanket is in the dryer…”

“Mh, thank you,” You mutter, closing your eyes as he places his hand on the top of your head.

“Can I ask what you’ve been doing lately?” His voice holds concern, head tilting to the side.

“Not much,” You shake your head, opening your eyes and looking up at him. You notice now that he has finally shed his armor, wearing nothing but a simple black t-shirt (that fits his body too well), and some sweats. “Just working…”

“I’ve noticed you were working more hours than you’re usually scheduled recently,” He hums, leaning back and taking his hand away from your head. You can’t help but chase after it for a second, sitting back up in the tub. “Perhaps you are working too hard, my dear.”

It is a possibility. Not that you’d mention it. Yes, it’s been a stressful couple of weeks at work, and you swore you had gotten through with it. You did feel like you were working a lot more, but c’mon, you got sick from anything. It couldn’t have been stress, could it? Perhaps you just ran into someone who was sick while working one of your shifts…

Argenti chuckles at your reluctance to admit it, and shakes his head. “It’s alright. I assume it can stay a mystery,” He then stands up, leaning over you once more. “Come on. I don’t want you to prune up in there.”

You groan, yet reach out for his hands, standing up and out of the tub. You’ve never felt so much grief for leaving a bath, though the water was starting to cool down. And while your throat, head, and nose feel better, you can feel the sickness fighting back. You let out an ‘ugh’, unprompted, and Argenti gives you another concerned look, before grabbing a towel and drying you down. He’s a lot quicker this time, though doesn’t neglect to show you the same amount of love as he always has done. Once you are dry, he hastily dresses you, turns around to drain the tub, then picks you up once more.

The bed dips next to you as Argenti climbs in, shuffling closer to you. Then, even closer, throwing his arm around you and pressing a kiss to your forehead, then, after a pause, to your nose, your cheek, then your mouth.

“Stoopppp…” You grumble, pulling your head away weakly. “You’re gonna get siiick…”

“A sacrifice I’m willing to make,” Argenti jokes, placing his hand on the back of your head and tucking it into his chest.

You two stay like that for a while, his fingers fidgeting with your hair as you fall in and out of consciousness once more, languidly stretching an arm over him like he was your teddy bear. Then your leg, to get more comfortable. He stays trapped beneath you, simply watching as you finally end up falling asleep for the upteenth time today. He himself cannot find sleep, too enraptured by the sleeping beauty in his arms, though disheveled and snotty.

#⁺◟freyito #argenti x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #argenti x you #hsr x you #honkai star rail x you

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talistheintrovert · 29 days ago

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Hi, Talis! I have a bit of a random question - do you have any sort of 'starter pack' recommendations for Chinese dramas? (I've really been enjoying Mysterious Lotus Casebook, but haven't been sure where to go from there.)

oooooh, EXCELLENT question!!

If we're going via "these men are in love but [CENSORSHIP SIREN RINGS LOUDLY]" then I'd go for

Guardian: semi-modern sci-fi/fantasy featuring a chaotic bisexual detective and the all-powerful god-like uptight professor he bothers into loving him. 10/10, bonkers CGI and ridiculous side characters only add to the enjoyment

2. Sound of Providence/Ultimate Note (really any of The Lost Tomb series but these are my personal favourites). Three idiots that call themselves The Iron Triangle (said idiots are a genius, a wiseguy, and a semi-immortal amnesiac) and their various tomb-raiding adventures!

Also has iconic side characters, might I add. The chronology of this whole series is so baffling and ridiculous I may have to make a video about it, but these two series hold a special place in my heart - they came out within weeks of each other, but in one the characters are in their 40s and in the other they're like... 22? at most? ICONIC, BEAUTIFUL, SHOWSTOPPING-

also the genius and the immortal amnesiac are in love, and the wiseguy is basically their third, it's a whole thing

3. Under the Skin

modern day crime series, featuring a detective and an artist. The artist is a SAVANT who can basically draw ANYTHING he puts his mind to, but in the past it meant he accidentally got an undercover cop killed without knowing. A few years later, he decides to become a police sketch artist as repentance. Said cop was our detective's mentor, and he's still salty about it but OH LOOK, THEY'VE BEEN PARTNERED UP!

4. WORD OF HONOR

my favourite of the fantasy homoerotic dramas, and the one that inspired me to start writing a video essay about them. Two soulmates meet who are destined for nothing but misery - one is trying to destroy the entire martial arts world for revenge and the other is an ex-assassin who's chosen to die slowly as penance for his murders. Through each other (and their idiot adopted son) they find happiness, kinda. This show is part of why I liked Mysterious Lotus Casebook so much - very similar found-family vibes, except they start out as enemies in MLC, whereas in this they start out as reluctant allies.

non-extremely-homoerotic recs:

Love Story Between Fairy and Devil

Evil being who has been trapped in a magical prison escapes said prison by accidentally body-swapping with an innocent fairy, but even after they swap back, he's tied to her (feels pain when she does, etc.) and so has to keep her around against his will. Enemies to lovers gorgeousness.

2. 19th Floor

fantasy/sci-fi drama where a group of strangers get thrust into an AI world (in a good way, the way AI ACTUALLY MEANS) where if you get hurt in the game, you go into a coma in real life. Every level has a different extremely fucked up mechanic to solve, and the cast are an absolute delight, also the main male lead is played by one of my favourite actors, so I'm slightly biased. Extremely cuntslay show.

3. My Journey to You

A group of female assassins go undercover in a kingdom to apply to be wives to the royals in order to take them down from the inside but OH NO, MIGHT THEY ACTUALLY FALL IN LOVE WITH THEIR TARGETS???? Also the female assassins are weirdly sapphic with each other, which I thoroughly enjoyed, and Esther Yu is one of the hottest women to ever exist and you may quote me on that.

gif from here: https://talistheintrovert.tumblr.com/post/730663645629054976 because it wouldn't let me do it properly (credit: @xiaolanhua )

4. You Are My Glory

dorky romance between two of the most stunningly beautiful people I've ever seen in my life, seriously, it's ridiculous. Their chemistry is good, the story is easy, and it's generally a fun, romantic watch.

5. Love You Seven Times

two gods(?) forced to live seven different lifetimes together because of a mishaps, it's glorious, it's gender envy, it's enemies to friends to lovers to enemies to lovers to friends to lovers excellence.

6. Till the End of the Moon

Did you like Love Between Fairy and Devil? then you'll LOVE this show, which has functionally the same plot, except that the female lead KNOWINGLY tries to seduce the future evil villain in order to either assassinate him or stop him from becoming evil, it's a coin toss for her. A brilliant show with fantastic performances and some of the best costume design on this list (which is a high bar, the costumes in all these shows serve unbelievable amounts of cunt).

I hope those are enough to keep you going for a little while! I'm always here to answer rec asks fr, it's one of my favourite things.

Anyway, I'm off to cross the nullabor, so I'll be out of range for the next few days, I hope you enjoy this nonsense!

#cdrama #recs #word of honor #under the skin #the lost tomb #guardian #ultimate note #the sound of the providence #love story between fairy and devil #19th floor #my journey to you #you are my glory #love you seven times #till the end of the moon

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mothpendragon · 18 days ago

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MAJOR SPOILERS FOR SONIC MOVIE 3 (if you haven’t seen it yet look away now)

Here are my thoughts on the movie:

Okay so that opening was PERFECTION!! I absolutely love how they immediately hit us with the Maria flashbacks, this film didn’t pull any punches with Shadow and Maria’s relationship (and especially the tragedy)

Tom and Sonic visiting the old cave melted my heart. I’m very glad they mentioned Sonic loosing Longclaw again, I was slightly worried they weren’t going to fully address it. I especially love how they re-address it later in the film to help Sonic connect with Shadow, because both of them have experienced loss.

I completely lost my mind when Sonic said “Talk about a low budget flight, no food or movies! We’re outta here!!” I wasn’t expecting that line to be included but HOLY SHIT HE SAID THE THING!!! I swear I almost did the Leonardo DiCaprio pointing at the screen meme in the cinema 🫵

I wasn’t expecting to see Shadow watch telenovelas, but here we are

FUCKING CALLED IT!!! Tom got hurt by Shadow!! That entire scene of Sonic shaking Tom’s unconscious body, and Shadow having flashbacks to Maria’s death, I loved it!! It was an especially great way to show Shadow beginning to realize that what he’s doing is wrong, that the path of vengeance only leads to more pain.

SPEAKING OF PAIN—

I almost cried when they showed Shadow and Maria together. It made my heart hurt so much, they really did a good job hitting all of us in the feels and laying it on thick with the tragedy. They were so happy together! Seeing Shadow smiling, dancing, just having fun with Maria, only to have it all taken away…

I’m not sure how I feel yet about the changes they made to the backstory. I definitely think they fit for the movie universe, but some of it caught me off guard. Shadow being an alien instead of man-made, and erasing Maria’s illness. Idk, I think it makes sense for this universe but I’m unsure if I completely like the changes or not :/ (they’re definitely not bad, just different)

Okay but that scene of Shadow and Sonic on the moon just talking it out, connecting, sharing their pain, it was all perfect. Sonic bringing up the fact that he lost Longclaw, him admitting that the pain never goes away, but holding onto pain isn’t the answer, you need to hold onto the happiness you did have. When Shadow said that line “Even when the star is gone, the light still shines” or something along those lines genuinely made me shed a tear…

LIVE AND LEARN!!! (I almost screamed when they started playing that)

Also, as a major Sonadow shipper….can I just say that the sequence of Super Shadow and Super Sonic working together was super fucking gay. I’m sorry, but it’s true (they’re boyfriends your honor) ❤️💙

(I kinda think Shadow is still alive, but I’m not sure. He survived Maria getting blown up, so idk if that means he’s explosion proof but maybe 🤔)

Oh yeah also….WTF HAPPENED TO THE MASTER EMERALD?! After Sonic and Shadow finish using it we never see the chaos emeralds again! Did they fall to earth?! Did the ones Shadow use get blown up?! I imagine not. We never see Knuckles say anything, nor any of the characters for that matter. Maybe that’s a problem for the next film *shrugs*

Yes, they’re making Sonic 4. I wasn’t entirely expecting them to give us two characters instead of one like they did for the last two movies. I had honestly placed my bets on Amy being revealed and lo and behold, I was right!!(ngl I knew Silver was a long shot but I can dream). Metal Sonic as well is pretty exciting! No clue who would’ve built him since it seems Robotnik/Eggman is DEAD dead fr this time. Maybe Stone? I’m not sure tho. The fact that there were multiple Metal Sonic’s has me thinking the big bad of Sonic 4 is gonna use an army of them, which is very cool!

I just…..this movie is everything I wanted and more. It was genuinely worth the wait. I think that’s all I wanted to say in this post so uh…bye! 👋

Edit: I just found out there was a second post credits scene and I missed seeing it 💀

Uhhhhhhhhh yeah so that’s what I get for not watching all the credits. Make sure to stick around until it’s well and truly over. Should I just like look it up or…..?

Edit 2: I just googled the after credits scene and watched it. Yippee!! Shadow is alive! (Figured that was the case but wasn’t expecting them to confirm it)

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic movie 3 #sonic movie 3 spoilers #sonic movie #sonic movie spoilers #please go watch the movie before you read this #there are spoilers abound #you have been warned

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year ago

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fic rec friday 46

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

habits of my heart by tusslee

Keith swallowed nervously, afraid to ask what it was Lance wanted, but his mouth was ahead of his brain, “What do you want then?” “You. All the time. In every sense. It’s insane.” Lance said with a laugh that sounded a little manic. “I want to hold your hand and shit. I want to just be near you, like some love-sick girl, but I think that’s what I am. I think I fucking love you, holy shit.”

no bc i need yall to understand how batshit insane i went when reading this specific piece of dialgue in-story the first time. im pretty sure i actually gasped out loud. the easy immediate and pained you oh i did not recover for a long ass time

2. falling by tusslee

Lance was also not entirely the idiot everyone thought him to be. Oblivious in some aspects, yes. Naïve to an extent, also yes. But Lance knew a little bit of the psychology behind dreams and how they were basically your subconscious projecting your fears, or whatever. Okay so he didn’t know the exact details, but he knew enough to piece together why his fear of falling was quickly becoming the main focus of his dreams night after night. And of course like everything else that went wrong in Lance’s life, it was Keith’s fault.

I LOVE ME SOME GAY METAPHORS ‼️‼️‼️ like i wonder why you are afraid of falling lance!! and i wonder what is going to soothe that fear!! hm!!! what mystery!!! what intrigue!! HM!!!!!!!!!!!!!

3. curing space blues by tusslee

The weightlessness of zero gravity doesn’t apply to feelings, Lance learns.

i'll read homesick lance and awkward but determined to help keith a thousand times in a thousand different ways idc. it never ever gets old. bc it's just so true that is what happened is it not. this is them

4. wherever you will go by tusslee

“I want to be someone you count on and come to when you’re upset. I want to be important to you, Lance, because you’re really important to me.” Silence stretched between them when Keith lost the nerve to continue. He kept his eyes on their hands, noticed the color contrast between them and wondered if it’d look so profound if it was more than just their fingers twined together.

first of all. lance calling keith red and keith calling lance pretty. send tweet. second of all. choked up by his own difficulty expressing emotions but so deeply loving that he tries anyway keith makes me actually sob with my real tears every single time. without fail. keith i love you keith you are so everything keith you do all that you do with everything you have to give

5. Guy That I'd Kinda be Into by spirkylurkey

Lotor thinks Lance is cute. So does Keith. They're all in a floating space-castle together. This is going to be a problem. i miss the good old days!! when messy dumb comedic gay love triangles were abundant!! they were so much fun!! and so for you i present a messy dumb comedic gay love triangle. i also miss the animatic that used to exist with the song from the title. old voltron you were a mess and a half and i miss you truly

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

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procrastinatingattorney · 6 months ago

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my book of bill reactions!

Ford making regular appearances in the book like the fucking drama queen he is, complete with disapproving dramatic selfie god damn

Fucking ‘cipherholic’ and god damn jack skellington moth

Bribe me properly with a stan twins spinoff, old man

(listening to ghost tricks ost at the same time and this truly is a chicken kitchen page)

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That square image better not be fucking loss

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These codes with tiny font are such a pain lol, i’m using someone’s incomplete cipher on twitter and its kinda fun filling in the blanks

"Between lives"… so this is before the axolotl reincarnated him

Not the parallel universe where mabel OD-ed on smile dip

Kinda fun using the reflection on my phone to read the mirror page

The first dream page and not ford and soos having light hearted shit while everyone else has nightmares (stan seeming to have a mix of the portal incident and the science fair) no mcgucket on that page for some reason tho– oh wait nevermind there's a full page for him and it freaks bill out

Oh there’s the oracle as an ex henchmaniac i think

bill's license plate being a ciphered ‘suck it’ …. So close to saying fuck

“My hole could be yours”

got to the advertised "extra journal 3 pages" and im fucking losing it omg

also the sixer nickname being used so much in the books and comics is almost funny when you realise that it was only used twice in the actual show

we finally got proper paranoid ford era content and its so painful its great

also god damn even before the paranoid era theres an entire section where bill was like "haha you should've eaten your twin" "haha if you ever met the monster who destroyed my dimension it'd eat you alive" mY GUY THE RED FLAGS

Not ford being told to see therapy way back in college omgggg

Baby stan twins in an ugly hannukah sweater omggggggggg

Oh wait i just realised the first page has some stuff cut from the leaked preview :((( rip no twins kicking the shit out of the statue and hitting it with a crowbar-- oop nevermind my pages were stuck together so i missed the first goddamn page

NO NOT THE FUCKING CRINGE ASS ANTI BILL SUIT WITH THE BRAIN,, FORD NO

SAHDSDHSAK THE EX WIFE JOKE- BUT NO NOT THAT BEING ANOTHER THING FROM THEIR FUCKING DAD

so glad that theres an entire section expanding on paranoid ford era

The joyride section holy fuck

Aw hell yeah the fucked up section which probably bumped this book to an older audience rating

Ford thinking that stan wouldn’t last if bill got into his mind when we have evidence that he has ridiculous amount of control over his mindscape….

Also him remembering what exactly stan looked like when he was begging for help and him using their childhood code…..

Is the first fucking reference to the axolotl a coded hot sauce message ‘hotxolotl’ near the end of the fucking book

Been having the ghost trick on loop and the ending song playing as i get to the family section was great timing lol

Me throughout the entire book: boo there’s only a few pages mentioning stan

Me at the stan page:

but also then immediately going “oh shit he has the same handwriting as the bill font in the lost J3 pages”

Also weh decoding stan’s cartoon censor swears which translates into ‘love ya bro’

(another weh at him signing off as stanley pines)

boo at the lack of acknowledgement of the ridiculous amount of control stan has over his mindscape tho

bill only mentioned him like once before the journal page sections because he's so mad lmao

finished it!!! was worried too if it was gonna somehow ignore the whole axolotl being the one to let bill reincarnate thing but the ending really was it going rip bozo go to therapy

attempting the ciphers was pretty fun altho im sleepy and missed a few

(also same coin theory isn’t dead so im a-okay with this lol)

#book of bill spoilers #book of bill #bob spoilers #??? is that a spoiler tag??? im guessing??#rantings rambles #the book of bill spoilers

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ultfreakme · 2 years ago

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Theres so much beautiful angst that can be written about clark and jon's relationship.

Clark losing his 10 yr old son only to find out that son is now 17. All the time and memoires that are now lost and can't be made.

Jon being traumatized by clark's from other universes. They have the same name as his father, wear the same symbol as his father, have the face face as him.

Jon waiting for his clark to save him but he never came.

Do you think Jon ever looks at his fathers face and sees the other clarks and not his father. Do you think he sometimes hates looking at his face because it's the same face that hurt him? Do you think he sometimes hates the symbol of his chest?

Gosh Clark not knowing how to react to and treat Jon is actually canon and he does miss it all, it's so obvious in the way he treats Otho and Osul. Clark loves Jon, he does, but it just isn't enough to cross this gap, this failure on his behalf to protect his son. Osul was about to get taken away in Action Comics and Clark gets furious because he let it happen once, he isn't letting it happen again.

Action Comics #1048

I used to headcanon that maybe Jon looked at the 'U' on Ultraman's chest to keep reminding himself that it isn't his dad, but there are some things you can't stop and memories like that are going to affect him no matter what. I don't get WHY they aren't letting Jon be traumatized, because HE IS. He's feeling alone and trying to reconnect in Action Comics and even in SOKE his motivations for his carefulness, and reuniting the flaming guy(Lachlan) with his family was about how he never wants anyone to be in his situation. I wish we got an entire arc focused on him processing, like let him express without being held to the impossible standard of Superman.

It's getting addressed as like a sub-sub plot in AC. He's trying to reconnect to Clark on his terms, in the ways they used to bond, but Clark and Lois aren't telling him anything clearly and are too busy for him. They're accomodating to the twins' trauma so they KNOW how to handle this but with Jon??? We never see anything more than "I'm so sorry that happened to you sweetie I bet it sucked you're so strong" and that's it. He's older but he's still seventeen. He's a teenager!

(painful, painful exhibits of Jon's discomfort and his attempts to go with Clois's flow)

I just, please check out axtion comics #1054 because Jon's a mess when the twins get kidnapped, and he's blaming himself saying it simply has to be him who rescues them because they got taken when they were under his care(clois left him to babysit them), and it's clearly because he's got this trauma, this mistrust and guilt and fear from the time he was under someone's care, waited for them to save him but they didn't come.

Also gosh Jon waiting to be rescued. It's clear he waited, and at some point he lost hope his dad's going to save him because then he started hoping for Nightwing. When he was 10, he idolized clark, saw him as infallible but he, at some point in the volcano, lost that trust in him.

I kinda do think Jon has some kind of....resentment, some negative feeling towards clark he can never express because he thinks he's the problem for his strained relationship with Clark, my heart breaks for him. He associates(or associated) being Superman with Clark not being around, he's got a complicated relationship with the 'S' because he's been considered an abomination, capable of future evil, a threat, and a danger. He doesn't want to be Superman with the same kind of passion as he did when he was 10. Now he's very careful with the title, and understands that people can fear it.

Which is why I think Jon alone having a changed 'S' is because perhaps, he's trying to stray further away from that image, and make it something his own. Hell, he's wearing black and red in 3/4 comics he appears in, instead of blue and red. Like he's distancing himself without really cutting off. And about seeing his own face, man it must be strange to go seven years without looking at yourself and finding a stranger in the mirror. It's like he can never, ever escape the marks the volcano and the torture left on him in any way.

Jon is such a tragic character and I really wish people would lean into it and explore that.

#jon kent #superman #superboy #riki asks #superman son of kal el #action comics #warworld saga #jonathan kent #clark kent #jon el #jonathan samuel kent #adventures of superman jon kent #aosjk #soke

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fruitpunchjollyrancher · 1 year ago

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my shitty treatise on "ants from up there" and gale dekarios

this is the gale album of all time. and i WILL elaborate. (also warning im only posting this because i have been obsessed with this fucking album and gale for a WEEK and need it out of my brain. im probably not going to explain too many lyrics and i get nervous expressing my ideas because tbf to me it seems quite obvious but ofc i can explain, assuming anybody reads this post)

"Concorde" immediately stood out to me like oh this is so gale. i dont even think i need to explain how gale this is. the rest of the song is super gale too, i just don't want to include screenshots of the entire song

"Bread Song" has a LOT of worship imagery and also below alluding to appearing fine but rlly inside he is not well <3

oh my god. "Good Will Hunting". the mentorship but also wanting her to depend on him a little but it's unfeasible, weaving a whole life in his head that can never be because mystra will never see him as an equal... also the pre-chorus 👍 i am so well

"Haldern"... i literally dont know how to explain my feelings about this song in relation to gale pls someone tell me u see the vision

"The Place Where He Inserted the Blade" is more headcanon/my interpretation but im just gonna focus on the parts that i think everyone can agree on. first 2 lines arent super applicable to mystra but ig i can rationalize it as her being detached from the world/not rlly participating (i.e. why didnt mystra just stop the absolute herself (im aware its because ao doesn't like it when they meddle, im smoking that true forgotten realms pack trust me)). but the MAIN part of this song that is so gale to me is the vines breaking bones, bones heal, our school friends sign our cast on the playground, my body is yours. like holy shit being a chosen of mystra is a huge fucking deal and despite the pain it can cause (that he doesnt even notice because "tied me up slow with your vine stuff / it takes a few years") but it's definitely encouraged among wizards/mages in any circles he was in and by elminster ("we tell all our school friends / and they sign our cast in the playground"), then of course the last line breaks my heart. rest of the song is also rlly fucking good please listen to this album.

"Snow Globes" has more religious imagery but tbh i dont know precisely how i feel about it in relation to gale so im just gonna skip it

"Basketball Shoes" shows a more hopeful future but still #suffering because thats just how it is. concorde being mystra/his relationship to her tears his life to shreds, defines his life, leaving him with nothing. keeps seeing her everywhere (wizard stuff, his damn earring, he's always saying "by mystra" like bro you're intersecting at the market town on purpose atp (i get it)). i interpret the part after that line break (idk why genius doesnt just say its a different verse, don't quote me on this idk anything about music theory) as post-game where he's still Not Great but it's better and moving on, there is a future. doesn't look to mystra anymore (throughout album especially in good will hunting and bread song the s/o is mentioned through headphones, wifi passwords, phone calls, so "never look at our phones anymore" means he isn't thinking of her anymore or trying to curry her favor).

alsoooo should mention that i didn't include the part of "The Place Where He Inserted the Blade" that mentions a lunch metaphor in relation to panic attacks and possible cheating so the "feelin kinda normal with a packed lunch" is doubly meaningful, he isn't freaking out while making lunch anymore

this verse is tav (or whoever u romance as gale origin idgaf)/gale as he is trying to find a new object of devotion in his romance. "the clamp" could be many things, from reminders of mystra to all his perceived inadequacies to lost opportunity to become a god w/ the crown of karsus.

third section of the song im kind of undecided on w/ gale like we got the religious imagery again, could interpret "generous loan/crippling interest" as mystra's deal for him to return the crown of karsus in exchange for no orb. but yea idk yet

and that is the entire album (- chaos space marine, i didn't really think of anything related to gale when listening to it but it's still a great song, PLEASE listen to this album). so yeah if im horribly wrong on any of my takes be sure to send me hatemail k thanks bye

#to be fair i can't tell how much of this is me projecting onto gale #me 🤝 gale #pretentious ambitious probably autistic nerds who love with unspeakable devotion #anyways #gale dekarios #bg3 #Spotify #apologies for the first incarnation of this post #where i did not know how to add the “keep reading” thing #im new here ok

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daemonoferror · 2 years ago

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5 songs

**Share 5 songs relating to your current WIPs

**If you don't have a wip, you can share what you like about your top 5!

I was tagged by @cymatile thank you so so much!! This was fun!

1. Oublaire- Infinite

"Sky-Blue eyes, taking the world by storm,

searching for something out there for him to call his own,

he's lost in a day dream, fueled by pain,

an unkept promise to his name,

his heart racing in ways he never thought he'd know"

Reese fluff request. I have an entire playlist of just soft songs to inspire me to write fluff lmao. I'm not very good at it- I also have a reese playlist. It's like. 6 songs long

2. Bayside- I've Been Dead All Day

"Well I've been dead all day,

Could you tell?

Could you tell?"

This was the only song I listened to for the first 2 chapters of Asgard's Bard. Now I am very sick of it. But yeah. Reader HAD in fact been dead all day! I thought it was so perfect. I took creating a playlist for that fic really seriously. Like. It's privated because I thought it could spoil the story. Lmao-

And now just reading these lyrics makes me violent.

3. Mother Mother- It's Alright

"I'm not okay,

I got a baseball bat beside my bed,

To fight off what inside my head,

To fight off what's behind my meds,

I'm lonely, lost in pain"

Mother Mother and Penelope Scott are the anthems for this WIP. It's a zombie apocalypse story I started and abandoned (momentarily) about a year ago. It stars that dude in my profile pic. His name is Jesse, he's kinda fucked up. He's paranoid and wants to be left alone.

4. Egg- Cynical Fairytale

"Mother knows best,

She tells me not to worry,

Just wait a couple years and love will find me in a hurry,

But honestly it's looking like the odds are pretty slim

Given that Flynn Rider's out there, I'd probably reject him"

Okay the last 2 are just songs for my main WIP "Solura Canyon". I know this song is like, Rapunzel inspired, but it fits this character so well. She's an aro/ace princess in a kingdom blessed by a goddess of love. Soulmates and a healthy relationship are a sort of "status symbol" thing in the kingdom, so her parents really want her to find her soulmate. Who doesn't fucking exist.

5. Ricky Montgomery- Snow

"When I go, bury me 6 feet in snow"

The princess, Mina, almost dies of hypothermia in the snow. That's it that's the reasoning.

(Also I guess like. "Skeletons, skeletons" relating to her parents keeping secrets, and "'I'm ready' she says as she put on her shoes" being about her running away from home to get answers from a goddess- but its mostly the snow thing.)

I tag @moonstruck-stormy and you! Yes, you, reading this! Unless you don't want to.

#ayyy i nearly let this rot in my drafts #fucking hate explaining my WIPS to people

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goldentsum · 4 years ago

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━ submissives and overstimulation

CHARACTERS: bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, midoriya izuku, and kirishima eijirou

GENRE: smut

TAGS: overstimulation (male receiving), slight bdsm, oral, penetration, pegging, submissive males

AUTHOR’S NOTE: my first bnha fic please-! i missed bnha so i rewatched a couple of eps of s4 and i got an idea-- a sinful one anyway-

━ bakugou ♡

surprisingly submissive. you both know he can throw you off him if he wants to but bakugou lives for the dominance that oozes out of you.

a kinky piece of shit

in the moment, he has absolutely no filter and is a fucking brat about it, hips jerking and moans loud as fuck that after you two finish, his voice is all scratchy and raw.

but when you two are finished, he will get all embarrassed and angry if you comment about it like he wasn’t the one humping you like a dog.

overstimulating katsuki is always so fun!

bakugou growls whenever you two do something sexual but after a bit, it slowly turns into broken whimpers and you take pride on that.

his voice is just so fucking heavenly, his dick heavy in your mouth, and he taste absolutely delicious.

one of the reasons you love giving him head is his cum. his cum just taste so amazing. there’s a hint of sweetness to it that gets you hooked and keeps you wanting more.

so when it’s the 3rd time he came in your mouth, his voice is all raspy and raw and his body jerking nonstop but did you stop? nope.

he’s too fun to tease to stop~

“f-fuck, (y/n)! don’t... s-stop--!” bakugou gasping through his 3rd orgasm for the night, body all sweaty and sensitive, as he felt you swirling your tongue around his dick’s sensitive head.

you let of his cock for a moment, a lewd pop echoing in the room along with bakugou’s heavy pants. you smirked up at him, your hand encasing around his spent cock and rubbed him softly. it gained you a broken groan and a full on shudder, hips not knowing whether to lean away from your touch or thrust into your hand.

“do you really want to stop, katsuki?” you asked, taking the reddening head of his dick into your mouth and licking around it gently but even that was too much for bakugou

“j-just-- let me breathe a second... geez, woman--” he groaned out and sighed in relief when he felt you stop though you didn’t remove him from your mouth. bakugou closed his eyes, breathing heavily and trying to calm his rapid heart. but then he felt a harsh suck making his eyes snap open in surprise and sensitivity and looked down at you with wide blown red eyes.

“s-shit” his eyes rolled back to his head when you started taking more of him, your pace getting faster with each moment.

guess he just has to cum again, not that he’s really complaining.

━ todoroki ♡

todoroki is a brat. thank you for coming to my tedtalk. but seriously though, he really is. he likes getting on your nerves and testing you and your patience as he tries out different things to get you to punish him. oomf--

he likes seeing you angry and getting punishments. his favorite is over-stimulation and orgasm denial, either is fine but over-stimulation has a special place in his heart~

he is a masochist. periodt.

you don’t really like hurting him or call him degrading names cus you just wanna love him and kiss every inch of his body but shouto has different plans from you.

and as time pass, you kinda got used to it but never really full on be dominant and sadistic on him.

so when you snapped one day, it lowkey scared him but damn, the punishment was amazing. 100000/10 todoroki will repeat again.

ngl though, shouto loves your aftercare more than any kinky shit you two tried. even if his masochistic side just wants you to leave him aching and covered with cum and sweat as he feels so worthless like a used sex doll, your aftercare was everything.

it grew on you too, seeing him all bruised up and messy with cum and all sort of fluids raised a sick obsession in you.

just imagining the big powerful pro-hero tied up in your bed and letting you do anything to him was making you horny.

bratty masochist! todoroki is one hell of a ride. literally.

ragged breaths escaped you as you stared down at the male beneath you. todoroki moaning at the pleasure, his hips trying to match yours but it was a little difficult with all the restrains you have on him. the burning ache on his wrists and arms being tied to the bedpost for who knows how long as the build up for his 4th orgasm made him dizzy.

you bounced on his lap, feeling his large cock twitching inside you as it threatened to fill you up once again with his thick cum. over the haze of pleasure, you continued to watch your boyfriend get lost in the pleasure with his mouth open as a thin line of spit trailed down to his chin.

growling when you felt him cum again as you ride him through his 4th orgasm, letting your hands fall down to his bruised chest and scratched him, leaving angry red lines on his marked up torso.

todoroki groaned at the pain, hips frantically thrusting up to you and letting the overwhelming pleasure flood his entire body. broken moans and curses escaped the man when your thrust didn’t faltered even after his orgasm.

“if you think we’re finish here then you’re absolutely wrong, you fucking whore. we’re only gonna stop if you make me cum, got that. you’re nothing more than a useless fuck toy.” you spat out, gripping his chin to make him look at you. todoroki’s half-lidded and fucked out eyes stared at you, letting out moans in between words.

“yes-... u-use me more, m-mistress--”

━ midoriya ♡

this boy is one whiny mofo-- goodluck

midoriya may seem innocent but do not be fooled, he’s a sinful one. he may act all cute and stuff like that but when you two are alone, he will jump your bones like it’s no one’s business.

he completely trusts you so you two try all sorts of kinks even if the other is unsure. it’s not gonna hurt to try.

one kink he never knew he’ll have is pegging and you’re damn good at it. midoriya just can’t believe how well you just swirl your hips around making the dildo hit every spot in his walls that makes him see stars.

he’s really not afraid to be vocal and try all sort of things so sex is verryyy interesting.

everytime you fuck midoriya into oblivion with a strap on, expect him to cum multiple times until he can’t anymore. he’s super sensitive too so yeah.

midoriya cries when he’s sensitive but goddamn he looks so pretty like that.

tears spilling down his freckled cheeks, his lips swollen, and his muscles contracting from the immense pleasure you keep giving him.

he’s a greedy man though, even if he came multiple times he still gets soooo needy. loving the pain over-stimulation comes with.

you love seeing the number one hero putty in your hands~

sounds of skin slapping and midoriya’s loud moans filled the room, your tiring hips started to get slower making the man beneath you whine at the decreasing pleasure. you clicked your tongue at that, stopping completely and leaned closer to midoriya, your chest pressed against his strong back while he heave heavy breaths.

“s-sweets.. please m-move” he whined, grinding his ass to your strap-on and arched his back as he tried to get you to continue while he leaned against the pillow next to his head. his cock hanging between his thick thighs, cum spilling down his skin and to the blankets beneath him. he was still hard like he just didn’t cum 3 times already.

you bit the broken skin on his neck as midoriya moaned at your sharp teeth sinking into his skin and arched his back even more, grasping the blankets.

“good boys should take what they are given. no asking for more or less.” you said, hands moving to his chest as you thumb his nipples making him jerk his hips back and a hoarse moan escaping him.

you started to move your hips again while one of your hands went to his thick cock, pumping him with the same pace as your thrusts, and midoriya’s eyes rolled back to his head, loud broken moans escaping him.

you leaned away and pushed his head against the pillows, muffling his screams as you quicken your thrust. the strap-on hitting his prostate head on.

“let’s see how many times you can cum before you pass out, izu~”

━ kirishima ♡

red riot is a switch but leaning more into the dom side but this sweet boy loves getting praises and lives to please you. he will do everything in his power to make you satisfied and know that you are contented.

even when subbing, there’s still a hint of dominance to him. but! if you overstimulate him, his mind just melts and all thoughts and rationality flies out the window.

his reactions are also so fucking yummy~ teeth gritting together, sharp inhales, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of his head, and hands gripping the covers of your bed as his quirk threatening to activate and just tear through the cloth.

i said it once and i’ll say it again, kirishima lives for praises.

so please praise him.

he’s also soooo sensitive. because when he was a teenage, he barely touched himself with how hectic UA was but when he finally had time and you came along, his libido just skyrocketed!

at first, he cums way to early but do not fret, kiri will never never leave you unsatisfied.

his oral techniques are top tier. you can’t change my mind.

kirishima also is pretty quiet with just loud grunts and groans but when he already came multiple times, he really goes feral.

he keeps on chasing the pleasure even though it probably hurts with all the sensitivity he’s feeling.

his moans are broken and it only gets louder at that point.

“baby girl, ahh- fuck--! you feel so good-” kirishima groans out, mouth open and showing those sharp teeth of his that you oddly had some weird fixation with. you looked at his lips, it was red and tender, as his teeth peaked out. you rolled your hips when you heard his small whine as your hand went to his mouth. shoving two fingers in his mouth, playing with his tongue that eagerly met your fingers.

feeling his cock twitch inside you, you smirked down at the fucked out expression the man was giving you. you pressed down to his throat making him gag but his thrust never faltered and only quicken at your action.

“you look so fucking amazing, eijirou~”

at your praise, his hips jerked and a loud moan followed it, a bit muffled by your fingers. riding him, you moaned at the pleasure he gave you as kirishima’s thick cock nudged your g-spot.

the red-haired male groaned loudly around your fingers when he felt you clench around him, your velvety walls tight and warm as you rip an unexpected orgasm from him.

hips jerking wildly when he suddenly came, pleasure coursing through his veins. a pathetic whimper escaping him when you continued to ride him. the sensitivity brought tears to his eyes but he didn’t stop you, body jerking when pain and pleasure hit him.

“i wanna see you cum again, ei~”

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inkwell-intrigues · 2 years ago

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Hi hope you having a good day/night! I really like your novel so far! I’m on chapter 9 rn and I’m curious about Ginette.

I think she’s so interesting! I’m not completely up to date on the most recent chapters so far but I’d like to know about her backstory. From what I’ve seen so far a lot of her thoughts and journal entries revolve around the brothers and elder kettle, and other male characters.

There’s no problem with her being a maternal person, but can we see some more monologue about herself? Something like how she lost her soul, her time studying medicine, idk. Especially with how she’s so self-concerned during the experiments. What if she goes to terrible lengths to avoid feelings of guilt or responsibility for others suffering? That’s a really interesting character, to me at least, I would LOVE to see that!

Anyway maybe there’s an aspect of her I haven’t seen yet and I’m wrong about this. bye!

Heyo! Thank you so much for askin’! I’m a huge nerd who loves character analyzation and these types of questions, so thanks for the question.

As for Ginette, you guys will learn her backstory soon. See, she really REALLY doesn’t like talking about it, hence why she focuses on the other characters in her journal entires/logs/etc. Gin doesn’t allow herself to think about her past ‘cause it’s too painful for her.

And while true, her entries do revolve around male characters, that’s mainly because 95% of the characters in Cuphead are male. 🤣 Like, if they were all girls, her focusing on them in her journal wouldn’t change. It’s not really about the gender and mainly about the fact that she’s been assigned to experiment on these people and so she writes about them/the guilt surrounding her interactions with them. (Totally get the concern though about her legit only being focused on the male characters. I’m a girl myself, so I 100% get it. Female characters having little to no agency is one of my biggest pet peeves in media.)

But, yes! You will learn about her backstory in great detail sooner rather then later. It’s just about Gin finally being comfortable enough to reveal it. ;) Her alcoholism (which is also her way of avoiding her own feelings of guilt) stemmed from her wanting to forget it, so facing it is no easy task.

I’m so SO glad y’all love her. Like dang, I didn’t expect everyone to adore Ginette. One of the main reasons I wrote her into the story cause I personally wanted to give a gal a chance to shine, then as I thought about her, her character-arc kinda just came to me. She’s very special/close to my heart and I’m glad to see her getting all the love in the world! <3

Thank you for the question! Feel free to ask me anything! I love nerding out about this stuff.

#anon ask #cuphead ask #ask me literally anything #cuphead

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superhero--imagines · 4 years ago

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Part 2 Here! / Part 3 Here! / Part 4 Here! / Part 5 Here! / Part 6 Here!

A/N: not superhero themed. I just read midnight sun and had this idea and I don’t feel like making another blog so.... hope you like twilight lol

There will be a part two, and just a reminder, I’m still looking for beta readers so DM if you’re interested!

* It probably starts with you reading midnight sun, you remember reading the books/watching the movies when you were younger.

* Man, you really forgot how bad this book was. The writing itself is good, but the plot...

* It’s like everything revolves around Bella, everything is created for her.

* You almost feel bad for the other characters

* Well, whatever, you’ll finish the rest of the book tomorrow and never think about that awful franchise again.

* When you wake up you feel an ache in your head. But you didn’t drink last night, maybe you’re dehydrated

* You shift, noting the smooth silk of the covers. Now you’re alarmed.

* You don’t have silk sheets

* You see a mirror in the corner of the room, and rush over

* The face that looks back at you is different then yours

* It’s the same in some ways, but different all the same

* The curve of your nose is slightly off, your lips are thinner, eyes a little closer together.

* The memories begin to flood in, in this world you were on a graduation trip with your parents, you got an all inclusive package. Three days of sightseeing in Volterra.

* You got sick on the last day, when you were signed for a tour of the castle, your parents went without you

* That was the last you saw of them

* You dumbly followed, asking question where you shouldn’t. And ended up at the volturi’s door

* Aro had grasped your hand to see how much you knew, only too see nothing. Likewise Jane’s powers did not work as well

* They were astounded by this, it appears this was several years before Bella was introduced to the story

* And so, you became a prisoner of the tower

* Your soul must have been in this body for quite some time, but you’ve only remembered now, that’s the only explanation for why their powers didn’t work on you. Your consciousness is not of this world.

* There’s a short knock on your door

* “Are you decent?”

* You call back and Alec pops his head in.

* “Ready to go to the library?”

* He looks so kind. The boyish grin that stretched across his face as you shook your head.

* It was in direct contrast to the sadistic personality you had become accustomed to in the books

* “I need a few more minutes”

* You half expect him to lash out at you for being slow. By he only nods, closing the door and waiting outside for you to finish.

* He was you friend. You realized

* He IS your friend

* You think back as you turn on the faucet. He didn’t like you at first, being assigned to guard a human was insulting

* But he started to warm up to you once he heard you play the piano

* This body was quite used to the ivory keys. And so you charmed him as best you could, half for your survival, because the happier you kept him the less likely he was to kill you.

* And half because- you were so lonely, the Loneliness echoed in this body like an ache. Suddenly an orphan, in a continent where you knew no one. All you had was this boy.

* How long have you been here? You kept a talley at one point, but abandoned it after the thirtieth day. What was the point? You would either die or become one of them

* A shiver erupts through at the thought, in your past life you were a vegetarian, you didn’t relish in the idea of killing something alive and moving.

* You pull on a sweatshirt, ripping of the chanel tag. They bought you the nicest things money could buy, the most lavish food you could have.

* They did the same thing with the tourists they lured, keeping them happy and well fed, the same way the cows that became wagyu beef might be cared for. That way when it came time to slaughter, the meal was that much more delicious.

* You suspected this was similar, that should you be an unnecessary addition, you would make a meal suitable for their palette

* Alec basically talks your ear off the entire way to the Volturi library, mostly about literature

* “What are your thoughts on Anna Kerenina?”

* “That the patriarchy needs to be burned to the ground.”

* “That is.... valid”

* He even talks when you’re at the library, much to the annoyance of a few of the other patrons

* “Which book are you looking for now?”

* You stop mid motion on the ladder and turn to look at him. His ruby eyes glowing, he looks bloated. Like he’s fed too much.

* “Alec, why are we friends?”

* You really should keep your mouth shut. Alec was the only real ally you had, you shouldn’t say anything that might put him off

* And yet, it unnerved you, because the Alec in front of you was a very different character then the one you had come to see.

* He looks at you like you hung the moon,

* “Because you’re the most interesting human in the world”

* You burst out laughing, earning several glares.

* “I-I’m sorry Alec, but I’m not, I’m just the most interesting human you KNOW, there’s way more people who are more interesting than me.”

* You expect to see him offended, and he does, but there’s a twinkle in his eyes

* “I’m not so sure about that”

* The days creep by, reading books, eating snacks, it’s nice

* You learn, that Alec hasn’t talked to a human in a very long time. Outside of the screams he heard after devouring one.

* He hasn’t been outside the castle walls in many years, possibly a century.

* “What’s the best part of the human world?” He asked you once

* It’s the 90’s, so smartphones haven’t been invented yet.

* “One tree hill and friends”

* “Well you have a friend right here”

* “No friends the show”

* “The what?”

* And that’s how you got Alec hooked onto cable television

* Who knew the cure to vampire- sadism was a healthy dose of Jennifer Aniston fumbling about on screen

* “Is this what life is like?”

* You shrug, it was what college had been like for you in your past life.

* “It’s kinda what schools like, but i never got to be on my own”

* This body was only 18 after all.

* Alec doesn’t say anything, but his expression falters

* Alec’s only now starting to understand the life you will be denied once Aro decides when to turn you

* Jane joins later

* One day when you and Alec are lazing around the library when she appears, she says nothing, just sits down next to Alec and reads a book

* You’re sure they hear the uneven thumping of your heart as you turn back to your book. Her power doesn’t work on you, you remind yourself

* Not that she even needs it, she could snap you apart like a Kit Kat bar

* And if it came down to it, you’re sure Alec would let her, he might like you but his loyalty’s always remained with his sister

* “So... you watch human television together?” Her bright red eyes flickered from Alec to you.

* You nodded, never sure what exactly it was that would set Jane off

* You had seen enough in the books to know her moods were compatible at best.

* “I would...like to join” she awkwardly looking away, and you were sure if she could, she would be blushing.

* Honestly it’s kind of cute.

* “Sure, the more the merrier”

* And that’s how you basically adopted the sadist twins

* It’s a little harder to get Jane to open up, but once you make a comment about how Phoebe was the best character in friends, she starts to open up

* “Humans are cruel, even when they’re kind it’s only because they want something from you.”

* “Is that what you think about me? That I’m only nice to you because I want something?” she meets your eyes for a few minutes before turning away

* “I’m not sure”

* You understand very gradually why they’re so twisted

* They’d been treated terribly during their human life, in every kind act lingered a dark shadow, in even minor misunderstanding the image of a monster

* Their centuries in the Volturi didn’t help. Under Aro’s ruthless tutelage, and Caius’s sadistic tendencies, They had no one they could trust but each other.

* They were only surviving just as you were

* “Sometimes I wonder how much of my loyalty is real, and how much of it is Chelsea.” She whispers one day, so quietly you barley hear it

* You rest your hand on hers, it’s the only comfort you could think to offer

* When Jane grasps your hand in hers, she breaks every bone in your hand

* She doesn’t understand the pained screams or your mangled hand fit a second, and then she realizes what she did

* Alarmed she carries you halfway around the castle screeching for someone to help

* You pass out from the pain, when you come to you’re in your bed, a very cold hand holding your own

* “How are you feeling?” You don’t recognize this vampire, but you don’t really know anyone outside of Alec and Jane.

* You feel light headed, a warm feeling washing over you, you must be on some strong drugs

* “My body’s still grieving, but my mind is sharp.”

* It’s incoherent at best, but there’s truth to it, your body is still grieving for your parents and the life you’ve lost, but your otherworldly mind is ten steps ahead, cross referencing every action.

* The man offers a short chuckle

* “You really did a number on your hand. I’ve done what I can but...”

* You look down to your hand, half surprised by the bright yellow cast encasing it

* You had figured you would wake up to be a vampire, it just made sense, these were unfamiliar human aches to them after all and vampirism was a simple and effective cure

* They must want something from you, if they’re keeping you human

* You suspect it’s something along the lines of how they waited until Jane and Alec were burning at the stake to save them, so their power would be that much more potent

* Maybe they’re doing the opposite with you, trying to make you as happy as possible to see what effect it has on your ability

* It’s too bad you don’t have one

* “Thank you for your hard work.” You mumble, being human for a little bit longer is well worth the pain.

* “How did you break your hand?”

* “I held Janes’ hand”

* Your doctor let’s out a short laugh

* “That sounds about right”

* You smile, it does sound right, of course you would break your hand that way

* The conversation flows naturally after that, you talk about all sorts of things

* “You think vampires have souls?” He quirks an eyebrow

* “I’m of the opinion that a soul is something you create through hardship and struggle, being able to live longer means that you have more opportunities to have the experiences that result in a soul”

* “That’s an intriguing notion, I wish I had brought my son with me.”

* You’re about to ask about his son, when you’re interrupted by the door swimming open

* “I heard you were awake, are you alright?�� Alec rushes in, his eyes frantic

* “Yeah these drugs are top notch” you press the button that releases the pain killers and let out a giggle

* “Is that alright? Humans are awfully sensitive.” Jane pipes up from behind Alec, you hadn’t noticed her in your haze.

* Your doctor chuckles

* “I’m aware,” he’s smiling but it’s strained

* “What’s wrong?” You ask, he was so calm until a second ago, he doesn’t answer you

* “I’ll give you three a moment.”

* You only register he’s gone when you hear the door close

* The twins rush over to you, Jane is kneeled by your side, while Alec hovers over you

* “I-I’m sorry I hurt you, I forgot-I didn’t remember.” You we’re sure Jane would be crying if she could

* “It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it.” You raise your cast encased hand and give her a gentle pat on the head. “From now on, physical signs of affection will just be one sided.” You joke, which makes Jane grin

* “I’ll practice with some animals before I try touching you again”

* The three of you chat for a bit, they’re both surprised by your cast and ask several questions about its “primary function”

* “I didn’t know there was a doctor here” you murmur, feeling drowsy

* “Carlisle’s not with the Volturi, he’s from another coven in the new world.”

* Your drowsiness flies away in a second

* “That was Carlisle?”

* Jane looks somewhat confused but nods.

* A flutter of hope erupts in your chest, it’s so strong even your grief stricken body feels it

* You might have a chance. It’s slim, Carlisle has a family he loves and needs to protect. But still, they were strangers once too. No different than you.

* It’s a way out of here

* The next few days follow in a drugged haze, Alec and Jane visit every so often, and Carlisle engages you in occasional conversation while checking progress on your hand

* “Why are your eyes gold?” You know, but well, you need him to believe the lie

* “It’s a bit of a long story” he says with a wary smile.

* “I’m not going anywhere”

* He sighs, a genuine smile encompassing his face as he recounts the tale.

* Even though you’ve already heard it all before, it still makes you cry

* Even in the haze, you know something’s.... off

* There’s something about the way Alec won’t meet your eyes when he talks to you, and the uneasy weight that lingers in the air whenever someone else is in the room

* On the third day, it’s Aro who visits you, Alec and Carlisle in tow behind him.

* “Oh my, all that internal bleeding, how awful”

* Even you can feel the insincerity, but it’s the first you heard about internal bleeding

* So that explains it, the drugs and the aches all along your body, it wasn’t just your hand, you were dying

* “Don’t worry, we’ll save you” Aro’s smile is cruel “won’t we Alec?”

* Alec looks afraid, almost pained, but he nods

* Ah, so this was punishment for Alec too. Until that moment, when Jane broke your hand, Aro must have been ignorant to how close the three of you had gotten.

* You close your eyes, you knew this would happen eventually. There were only two ending to this story, and it seemed one had finally been picked

* You feel a pinch on your neck, right above your collar bone, no worse than a flue shot.

* You wait for the pain, the vivid screams you remember from the books and movies, but it never comes.

* Instead it’s just a warm numbness that spreads across your neck and left shoulder.

* “It doesn’t hurt” you murmur, you feel a cold hand rest against your forehead, Alex’s hand.

* It’s so gentle, he must have practiced on some animals first, you think.

* “No the pain comes later.”

* And so you drift into inky black unconsciousness, the last sleep of your human life in this world.

* You dream that you’re sitting at the bottom of a tree, a fig tree, like the one Sylvia Plath wrote about

* Each fig a different path, half of them have already fallen off, dark, as they rot at your feet

* “How do you do it?”

* You look to your side and find the person who’s face you see in the mirror, they’re hugging their knees to their chest, dark circles under their eyes

* “How do I do what?” You ask, they bite their lip

* “How can you be so strong when you’ve just lost everything?”

* You see their eyes brim with tears, and you look away, to the tree that looks over you both

* “I don’t know” It’s the truth, you have an unfair advantage in this world, because you know all the secrets each person carries, while yours remain shrouded in darkness. And yet... it’s not why you persevere

* “All I do know, is that I want to give them hell”

* Your counterpart grins at that, and to your surprise, you feel a smile stretch out across your face

* Yeah, it’s not about power, you just want raise some hell in this backwards misogynistic world.

* “I guess that’s the one you’re picking then huh?” Your counterpart points to a fig, it’s on the tallest branch of the tree, so far out of reach it almost seems unobtainable

* But you only nod

* “Yeah, I think that’s the way I’m going to go”

* They look at you and smile.

* “If you ever get the chance, I hope you punch that jerk Aro right in the face”

* You laugh.

* When you finally awake, you’re still laughing. A smile etched onto your face.

* Everyone’s there, all looking at you with concerned glances.

* Yeah, you’re going to have a lot of fun in this world.

#twilight #twilight saga #twilight imagine #twilight headcanon #Volturi headcanon #Alec imagine #edward cullen imagine #carlisle cullen #superhero--imagines

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Ronancetober Day 5

not ma best work, but oh well. this is part of my Apocalypse AU for stranger things :)

prompt: multiverse

5 multiverse

Ur moms a multiverse

Our nance and rob get chucked into alt dimension where their robin died, apocalypse au kinda, this world’s nance and rob were together since Szn 3 until a few years ago when robin was killed (time jump too because why not), two years after they lost the battle against vecna. Our rob and nance pop out five months after that, in this world, other Nancy is kinda dead, lost the will to live, still going on for something. She’s the only one who knows what happened when the mind flayer and vecna won, because she was the only one with the military and shit when the plan went horribly wrong

“Robin, Nancy, run!”

Both of them were already running, away from the glowing storm of ash and lightning that was rapidly approaching them.

Robin’s eyes glanced back at the storm, and she somehow ran faster. Nancy was right next to her, moving slower and slower.

“Nance, hurry!” She said, reaching a hand out for the other girl.

Nancy reached for her, and then the ground rumbled, knocking both of them to the ground.

When Robin’s vision cleared, she could see a gaping hole in the ground, the ash storm inside it. Nancy was hanging off the edge, scrabbling for a grip.

“Robin!” She wheezed out, and the blonde saw the vines wrapped around her neck and ribs, pulling her down.

She lunged for the other girl, grabbing her arm and trying to pull her up.

The storm below them got louder, almost like it was angry, and the vines jerked harder. Nancy cried out, and Robin nearly lost her grip on her hand. She dug her heels in, using both arms to pull her away from the storm.

“Rob-“

Before the rest of the word could leave her mouth, something wrapped around Robin’s ankle, and pulled. She hit the ground, hard, and the vines pulled them over the edge, towards the storm.

Robin grabbed Nancy, even mid-fall, and held on tight.

—

Her mouth tasted like the bottom of a dumpster. The taste woke her right up.

Robin sat bolt upright, eyes snapping wide open, and she frantically looked around to see where she was.

The entire sky was black and red, lightning flashing through them, the ground ashy and hot.

She heard coughing behind her, and saw Nancy on her side on the floor.

“Nance,” she said, crawling over and lifting the shorter girl into her arms. “You good?”

Nancy’s face twisted into a pained grimace, and Robin’s heart dropped when she felt how wet her hands were. Red was staining the side of her shirt, too much red.

“Fuck, ok, hold on,” she said, and scanned the area around them.

The storm must have knocked them out and blown them somewhere else, but they were still in the Upside Down. The trees towered up around them, ash drifting through the leaves. she could hardly see anything though, the darkness and the dense foliage obscuring most of her vision.

“I don’t see anything or anyone,” she said. “So no monsters to fight, at least.”

“Bare minimum, then?” Nancy’s voice was raspy and strained, grating in her throat.

Robin chuckled. “Yeah. Bare minimum.”

Both of them froze when they heard something moving in the trees, somewhere Robin could’t see. She picked up a stick, holding it like a bat as she got up.

The trees had started rustling, a light breeze blowing through the leaves, and she heard a soft thud to the right of her.

“Robin!” Nancy hissed. “Where are you going?”

“I’ll be right back,” she said. “I’m just going to check out that noise.”

She stepped over three vines, looking for an animal or person who could have made that sound. Nothing, besides a few broken pieces of metal…. And shotgun casings.

“Nance?” She called over. “Did you shoot your shotgun near here before?”

No response.

Robin whipped around, heart sinking when she saw Nancy was gone.

“Oh fuck, Nancy!” She screamed, running back to the cleaning. “Nancy, where are you?”

She didn’t hear the footsteps coming up behind her, or the sound of someone taking a deep breath.

Robin did feel something wrapping around her throat, tighter than even vecna’s vines had been, choking the air from her lungs. She felt her arms go limp, her knees hit the ground. Then she felt nothing.

—

The ringing in her ears woke her up.

Robin’s eyes shot open, and she pitched forward, right onto the ground. Pain sparked up her arm when she knocked her elbow against the ground, and she stayed still until it faded.

Her wrists were tied together in front of her, with some thick cordage that looked too similar to the vines. Her left leg was chained to the wall, a thick metal link buried in concrete.

She heard a soft whimper, and her heart dropped.

Nancy was slumped over a few feet away, eyes screwed shut, shoulders trembling as she cried silently.

Robin managed to scoot over towards the shorter girl, touching her knee with her hands. Nancy jumped back, a terrified cry coming from her mouth.

“Nance,” she croaked out, her voice mangled from whatever had been used to knock her out. “It’s me, just look.”

Nancy’s eyes cracked open, and when she saw Robin, relief washed over her face.

“Oh, thank god,” she said, pulling Robin closer and burying herself in her chest. Robin froze, not sure how to react, but the best thing to do seemed to be to hug back. She maneuvered her tied arms over Nancy’s neck to wrap around her back, holding the shorter girl close to her body.

The dampness from her shirt was alarming, but Robin couldnt do anything right now. So she held Nancy, gently rocking the both of them, until her trembling slowed, then stopped.

Robin leaned back a little to see her face, and Nancy looked up with bloodshot eyes.

“What happened?” Robin asked, unwrapping herself from Nancy, resting her hands in her lap.

Nancy’s eyes squeezed shut, and she took a deep breath before replying.

“Vecna’s vines,” she said, voice choked. “I thought I was back there, and he was showing me your corpse.’ No wonder she had been so broken up.

“I’m not dead, Nance,” she said, knocking her forehead against hers. “And Vecna’s not ever going to touch you again.”

Nancy looked up at her, and something changed in her stare, Robin could have sworn her eyes darted down to her lips, but they were interrupted by a loud clanging noise.

“Hands where we can see ‘em, stand up on two feet, and dont move unless you want your heads blown off.”

Robin glanced at Nancy, the voice oddly familiar, but at the same time not, but the shorter girl was already complying, trying to force herself to her feet. Robin could see her struggling, favoring her injured side.

“Easy, here,” she said, helping her to stand, letting Nancy lean against her. The brunette’s breaths were short, pained wheezes, her eyes screwed shut, fingers clenched in Robin’s filthy shirt.

Robin glared at the light coming down the hall, shielding Nancy from whoever their captors were.

“Hands where we can see them!” The voice barked again, and she snarled back.

“She can barely stand, leave her alone! Robin kept her grip on Nancy secure, glaring right at the outline of their captor.

Their captor didn’t say anything, just kept the light pointed right at them. Nancy’s body was shaking harder now, her grip around Robin loosening with each passing second. Her legs buckled, and Robin went down to cushion her fall.

“Nancy?” She said, shaking her. “Nancy, no no no, stay with me, keep your eyes open!”

Nancy’s hand went limp in her grasp, and she looked back to the light.

“Help her!” She begged. “Please, she’s dying!”

The light wavered, then disappeared.

“No! Please, you have to help!” She screamed. “Please, I can’t lose her!”

Another clang, and the light vanished, leaving them in the dim room.

Robin sobbed to herself, cradling Nancy in her arms.

“You’re going to be ok, Nance,” she mumbled, voice muffled by Nancy’s hair. “You’ll be ok, you have to be, ok? Just please, stay with me.”

Her breathing just got slower, shallower, and Robin was about to have a full-on panic attack when the light came back.

“Please help!” She begged, this time answered with a cattle prod to her ribs. The shock stunned her enough that she couldn’t move when the door to the cell opened, but she did manage a weak, “no,” when they took Nancy. Two masked figures dragged her up, away from Robin.

Two other masked figures picked her up, and her vision blurred, eyes seeing things, because she could have sworn she saw Dustin. The cattle prod hit her again, and she blacked out.

—

When she woke up, the first thing she noticed was that her ribs were on fire. The second was that she was tied down to a chair, in what looked like a tent.

Robin forced her head up, blinking the blurriness away. She wasn’t in a tent, but a building with cloth dividers thrown up. She could smell blood.

One of the cloth flaps moved, and she jerked back.

A masked figure, one of the ones who took Nancy, was standing over her, a knife in their hands.

“What did you do with Nancy?” She demanded, ignoring the ominous streaks of blood on the blade.

“She’s safe,” the masked figure said, and Robin blanched.

That was impossible.

“Eddie?” She whispered, jaw dropping open as she did.

The masked figure just stared down at her, before removing the plastic covering his face.

It was Eddie. But he looked wrong.

“Jesus, what happened to you?” She asked. “How’d you get back? Or escape the demo-bats, Dustin said you died.”

Eddie just stared at her like she had grown a second head.

“Hello? Earth to Eddie?” She tried to wave her hands, then remembered they were tied down. “Why am I tied up? What’s going on?”

The knife was on her throat in a heartbeat, and she froze, eyes wide as she looked at Eddie. He looked feral, almost like a wild animal.

“Eddie, what are you doing?” She asked, the blade pricking her neck as she swallowed. “It’s me.”

Eddie just stared at her, and pressed the blade a little harder, a thin trickle of blood dripping down her neck. He took out a small bundle of leaves, and pressed them to the cut.

Pain ripped through her body, and she howled, jerking away from his touch. The plants were pulled back in seconds, but the pain kept tearing through her, making her vision black out again.

When her senses returned to her, enough that she could hear and feel, something wet was touching her neck. Eddie was wiping away the blood, something different in his eyes. The knife had been discarded by the entrance.

“What the hell was that?” She forced out, fingers clenched on the chairs.

“Divedanum,” he said. “Forces the Shapers back to their natural form.”

The fuck?

“Shapers?” She looked at him like he was insane. “What the hell are you talking about?”

He didn’t answer.

“Eddie? What the fuck is going on?” She asked, jerking away from him.

“Had to be sure,” he said, shaking his head as he stood. “I bet you’d understand.”

Robin just gaped at him. “Understand what? Why you locked me and Nancy in a cell while she was dying? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

The tent flap opened again, this time another masked person.

When they took their mask off, Robin’s jaw dropped.

It was Nancy, but not her Nancy. This Nancy had shorter hair, pulled back into a tight braid, and a thick bite scar over the left side of her face, around her eye, which was a cloudy, milky white. Ruined beyond repair.

Robin just gaped, staring between the two, eyes close to popping out of her head.

What the fuck?

“She’s clear?” The other Nancy asked.

“Yep. What about the other one?”

Other Nancy nodded, and he sighed. “Then who the fuck are these two?”

“Me? Who the hell are you?” Robin’s eyes were darting back and forth between the two of them, and now she noticed the way Eddie was older, small scars all over his face, neck and arms that hadn’t been there when he died, how Nancy moved so differently than her Nancy did, more guarded and angry.

Other Nancy glanced down at her. Robin glared right back, into her good eye, and something in her gaze shifted.

“Untie her,” she said. “And follow me. But keep an eye on her so she doesn’t run.”

Eddie moved without questioning her, knife cutting through the ropes and dragging her to her feet.

“Try to run, this knife goes in your spine,” he said, and she nodded.

Other Nancy led her through the building, which she was slowly figuring out was the Hawkins High gym, turned into a hospital of sorts. None of the people she saw she could recognize, all of them either covered in injuries that hid their features, or covered by blankets.

“What happened here?” She asked. Other Nancy just stiffened, and kept walking.

Eddie just pressed the knife against her back, and she followed the other girl.

She pulled back a curtain, and Robin’s heart dropped.

“Nance!”

She bolted forward before Eddie had time to stab her, and dropped to her knees by Nancy’s side. She’d been stripped down to just her bra, a thick bandage wrapped around her stomach. handcuffs were keeping her locked to the bed, and her eyes were shut, but she was breathing.

“Oh thank fuck,” she muttered, dropping her head against her shoulder. “Thank you, thank you.”

Nancy stirred at her words, her eyes fluttering open, and Robin sat on the side of the bed, taking her hand in her own.

“Rob?” She mumbled, tilting her head to look at her.

“Hey, Wheeler,” she said, smiling at the injured girl. “How’re you feeling?”

“Bad,” she said, and tried to get up. She froze when she felt the cuffs around her wrists. “Robin, what’s going on?”

She winced, rubbing the back of her neck. “Yeah, I actually don’t know,” she said. “But I think they do.”

She pointed back at the other Nancy and Eddie, and her Nancy’s eyes shot wide open when she saw them.

“Eddie? What-“

“Ok, I think we need to figure out what is going on,” Other Nancy said. “For all of our sakes.”

Her Nancy nodded, and other Eddie uncuffed her. Robin wrapped her arms around her when she sat up, letting the shorter girl bury her face in her neck. She squeezed her tightly, feeling Nancy’s shaky breaths against her skin.

“What happened here?” Robin asked, and something in the Other Nancy and Eddie’s looks made her feel sick.

“The war happened,” Other Nancy said. “We couldn’t stop it.”

Her Nancy let out a harsh exhale, fingers tightening in Robin’s shirt.

Other Nancy kept going. “A few weeks after the earthquake, after the smoke started coming through, people started getting sick. The type of sick that doesn’t get better. We were the only ones who weren’t infected, somehow.”

“Hopper thought it was because we’d already been exposed to whatever shit grows in the Upside Down,” Eddie said. “Built up enough of a tolerance to stay alive, just enough that we only wished we were dead.”

“People were starting to clear out when the first attack came,” Nancy said. “Monsters started pouring out of the gates, more than we’d ever seen, just rampaging through Hawkins. Then the vines started to creep through, killing everything that they touched.”

“Vecna came back after that,” Eddie said. “Max waking up was the only warning we got before there were reports from all over the country, hell, the world, of people being killed the same way Chrissy and the others were. More gates. More smoke, more dead. He almost got me twice before Nancy shot him again.”

Other Nancy flinched when he mentioned that, something in her eyes that screamed guilt.

“Then more things came through,” Eddie said. “New things. Little Byers was right about the Mind Flayer, it was a conquerer of other dimensions. Once we started hiding, they started getting smarter. Shapeshifters, who could copy any person they’d seen, near perfectly. Gas monsters that can kill with one touch. Shit I’d never even been able to imagine, all of it coming here.”

“Wait, here?” Robin said. “You mean this-“

“This is our Hawkins,” Other Nancy said. “We aren’t in the Upside Down.”

Nancy looked up at her, eyes wide with horror. Robin couldn’t blame her. She was terrified.

“So what about you?” Other Eddie asked. “What grand story brings you here?”

“Weird cloud in our version of the Upside Down,” Robin said. “It was chasing us, then we were here.”

Other Nancy’s frowning, almost like she knows what they’re talking about. Other Eddie just nodded.

“Ok, so there’s clones of us now,” he said. “Or alternate versions of us, I guess. That’s cool.”

Other Nancy left, and Eddie barely reacted, seemingly not concerned that he was standing alone with two copies of his friends.

“I saw this,” Nancy finally said. Robin glanced down at her, and she pulled away from her grip. “Vecna, he showed me monsters coming into Hawkins. But nothing about the rest of the world.”

“He thinks humans are a disease,” Eddie said. “Made that very clear when he tranced me. Hawkins was just the first target. Vecna and the Mind Flayer want the entire world.”

—

Robin’s letting Eddie patch up the cuts on her back and arms when Other Nancy returned. Her face was dark, the same look Robin had seen when her Nancy was shooting Vecna full of lead.

“Come with me,” she said. “Both of you.”

Robin helped her Nancy up, wrapping an arm around the other girl’s shoulders and half-carrying her through the halls.

Other Nancy opened a door, and Robin froze.

A copy of her, almost identical, was sitting on one of the chairs, writing something on a slip of paper. When she heard the door open, she looked up.

Her eyes were black.

“Oh, these are the copies?” She asked, and Other Nancy nodded. She placed a hand on Other Robin’s shoulder and kissed her temple, soft and sweet.

Robin’s jaw practically dropped off her head, and her Nancy went still.

“What-“

“Nice to meet you, although I guess it’s not really a meeting since we’re, you know, the same people, but anyway, it’s nice to meet you,” Other Robin said, holding a hand out to Robin. She was missing two fingers, her pinky and pointer, horrific scars running down her hand. Her other arm was pinned against her chest, clearly broken.

Robin took her hand, and Other Nancy did the same.

Other Robin leaned back in her chair, and she chuckled to herself.

“The eyes are tripping you up, right?” She said. Both nodded. “Yeah. Vecna’s weird monsters are a bitch.”

“What happened?” nancy asked, and other Robin shrugged.

“Lots of shit,” she said. She grabbed the stick leaning against the table, a cane, and stood, legs… leg shaking to support her weight.

Her left leg was gone from the mid-thigh down.

“Our second shot at Vecna didn’t go well,” she said, limping over to one of the boxes on the floor. “We didn’t have El to distract him in the mindscape this time, so no miracle saves. The vines crushed my leg, something infected it. It was keep the leg and die, or chop it off and live. Pretty sure you can guess which one I picked.”

Robin shot a look at her Nancy, who looked horrified. Other Nancy just sighed, sitting down on the desk.

“Shit happened,” she said. “It sucks. But we have to figure out how to get the two of you back to your world.”

“I have an idea!” Other Robin said. “That cloud they mentioned, sounds kind of like the Mind Flayer’s storm, right?”

“Yeah, a lot, actually,” Nancy said. “It was almost identical to the one Vecna showed me.”

Other Robin pulled out a small file, handing it to Other Nancy, who opened it.

“We know the Mind Flayer’s a multi-dimensional being,” she said. “Obviously, since he’s conquered other dimensions before. And he can move things between those dimensions, like we saw with the Shapers.”

Robin looked through the notes, her copy’s idea forming in her own head too. “So he exists everywhere, not just in our dimension,” she said.

Other Robin nodded, a small grin on her face. “Yep. and if you know anything about multi-dimensional beings, you know that-“

“That there’s only one of them, and the Mind Flayer we see is just one part of the entire thing,” Nancy said.

Both Robin’s looked over at her, and she shrugged.

“I read,” she said, almost defensively. “And I was part of Mike’s DnD campaigns for a while.”

Other Robin nodded. “Yeah, exactly. So that storm you saw, it might not have been targeting you two. It was just one of the Mind Flayer’s copies. Or a portal being made by that copy. For some reason.”

“So we have to find a portal, then we get home?” Nancy said.

“Hopefully,” other Robin said. “Or, you get sucked into another world that’s even worse than this one, who knows? Part of the fun’s not knowing!”

—

They’d finally managed to track down one of the Mind Flayer’s storms, one that Other Robin was almost convinced would send them home. They were getting ready to go after it, Robin with Other Nancy and her Nancy with Other Robin.

“Did she figure it out yet?” Other Nancy asked, wrapping tape around a wooden stick.

Robin blinked up at her. “What?”

Other Nancy tilted her head, her good eye staring right at Robin. Robin squirmed, feeling like that eye was looking right into her soul.

“I’ll take that as a no,” she said, went back to wrapping the stick.

“Wait, you can’t just say that and not tell me what you mean,” Robin said. Other Nancy chuckled to herself, shaking her head.

“Its not my secret to tell,” she said. “Even if it does belong to an alternate version of me.”

Robin just stared at her, until Other Nancy looked over at other Robin, something different, softer, in her eye. That made it click.

“Wait, you and other me?” She said, gesturing between the two of them. “You like her?”

“And she likes me, otherwise this wouldn’t be a relationship,” Other Nancy deadpanned. Robin just gaped at her.

“Nancy likes me?” She half-whispered, staring over at her Nancy, and when did she start thinking about Nancy as hers?

“I might only have one eye, but I’m not blind,” other Nancy said. “And she looks at you the same way I look at my Robin.”

Nancy likes me?

“All done, darlin!” Other Robin said, holding up another sawed-off shotgun, freshly taped and loaded. “Ready to get these two interlopers off our turf?”

“Yeah. This Robin’s all ready to go,” Other Nancy said.

Robin’s Nancy racked the shotgun.

“Let’s go home.”

—

Somehow, they’d managed to sneak past the dozen Demogorgons guarding the storm.

“They’ve never done this before,” Other Nancy whispered. Other Robin just shrugged.

“Two random people haven’t come through one before, either,” she said. “It’s a week for firsts.”

Robin was walking back with her Nancy, occasionally glancing over to make sure she was doing ok. Her face was set, glaring ahead at the storm.

“Hey, Nance?” Robin asked, immediately cursing herself when her voice squeaked.

“Yeah?” Nancy didn’t look at her, eyes still trained on the storm.

“When we get back, do you maybe want-“

A howl cut her words off, and they all dropped, weapons aimed at the source of the noise.

A twisted flesh monster, one that was too close to the fleshy Mind Flayer at Starcourt, was lumbering out of the ravine near the pit. It screamed, a mix of human and animal noises, and the Demogorgons howled in return.

“Fuck,” other Nancy muttered. Other Robin had gone stone-still. “We have to get you through now.”

“What’s going-“

“Run!”

Other Nancy chucked one of the Molotov cocktails into the flesh monster, and it howled. Robin grabbed her Nancy and they both ran for the portal.

The ashy cloud screamed as they got closer, and Robin ducked under a Demogorgon’s swing, hearing a shotgun blast as Nancy shot it back.

“Robin, hurry!” Nancy said, grabbing her hand and pulling her along.

Robin checked behind them, and saw the entire mob of Demogorgons running towards them, the fleshy mind flayer following.

Robin turned back to the portal, and ran faster than she ever had in her life. Nancy’s fingernails were digging into her palm as she pulled her forward, into the smoke and ash.

“Where’s the portal?” Robin yelled over the howling.

“We have to go deeper!” Nancy said. “Move!”

Robin could faintly make out the reddish glow at the center, and they forced their way through the storm, until it was there.

And then it wasn’t.

“What the-“

The ground lurched underneath their feet, and Robin barely had time to grab onto Nancy before the world went black.

—

This time, Robin was the one who got shaken awake.

“Rob, Robin!” Steve’s voice yelled, and it sounded like he was screaming from underwater.

“Steve, ’s too early,” she mumbled, trying to shove him away. Something wrapped around her, and pulled her up. She yelped, eyes flying open, and saw… Steve?

“Steve?” She was tackled into a hug, buried under Steve and Dustin. She hugged them both, then jerked back.

“Nancy?” She croaked, and Steve pointed over his shoulder, where a very worried Jonathan was helping her up.

“Nance!”

The shorter girl’s head shot up when she heard Robin, and she dropped Jonathan’s hand, limping towards her. Robin detangled herself from the Dustin-Steve pile, and crashed into Nancy, squeezing her so tightly her arms shook.

“You’re ok?” She whispered, pulling back just enough to see nancy’s face.

Nancy didn’t say anything, just stared at her. Robin was worried something had happened, did she do something….

Nancy’s hand was on her cheek, Nancy’s eyes were on her lips. Nancy was pulling her closer, and closer, and-

Oh.

Nancy kissed her like she was oxygen in the void of space, like she was a warm fire after a long winter night, and Robin kissed back.

She cupped Nancy’s face with her hands, and they kissed until they had to break for air.

Robin panted when they broke apart, staring at Nancy with a mix of wonder and terror in her eyes. “Nance, wha-uh, what was that?” She stammered, and Nancy just smiled up at her, wrapping her arms around RObin’s waist.

“Other you gives good advice,” was all she said, before she was kissing her again.

Robin could hear Steve whooping in the background, Dustin’s groan of gross, but she was kissing Nancy fucking Wheeler.

Everyone else could go fuck themselves for all she cared.

#ronancetober #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #robin x nancy #apocalypse au

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siriusmydeer · 4 years ago

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george weasley smut alphabet

george weasley x fem!reader

warnings: at this point i don’t even know what to write, seggsy things

a/n: that took 3 days holy shit

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

ok molly taught him to be respectful alright, always treat your lady well. kisses, showering, praise, love, affection, cuddles. the whole nine yards, not one step left behind.

“c’mon, dove, y’gotta get up. please, f’me?” the boy slightly-slurred, pulling up your hair slightly damp from sweat, grasping it all into double french braids. showering you, meanwhile showing you immense praise and affection; kissing from your ankle points all the way to the apple of your cheeks, and dressing you in the process.

“mhmm, don’t wanna.” you proceeded to mumble, your body begging you to sleep and rest; feeling immense of exhaustion from previous rounds. finishing the braid in your hair, the red head picked you up and placed you onto the red-plaid comforter of the bed.

your body starting to meld with the mattress, and breathing becoming heavier almost delving your subconscious into the realm of sleep; feeling him slip under you and place your head right on his bare skin, feeling the bone of his sternum.

“did i... did i do well?” you murmured through fatigue, yearning to feel the warmth and affection of your boyfriend while his heart beat lulled you like a baby from a lullaby to a deep hearted sleep.

“you’ll always do perfect for me, forever ‘n ever.”

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

ok so, he loves his hands. they’re big, and skinny, and his fingers are long. i mean he catches you looking at them all the time so it also happens to be a nice ego boost. george’s self esteem has kinda always been there but it hasn’t been amazing, but when you came in the picture then it was like 📈

“george, georgie, please. s’too much, too much.” your vision had been immensely bleary for the last few minutes due to pleasureful tears dripping from your waterline. your fingers tried to find the closest thing they could grapple at, george’s hands.

after three continuous rounds, george had been finger fucking you for the last thirty minutes pushing you to vast overstimulation. you had the feeling of pins and needles dance upon your cunt; the waves of pain and pleasure mixing into your nervous system and sprawling throughout your entire body.

you grasped ahold of his ivory-toned hand, trying to beg for his mercy; yet none was shown, this was your punishment. he reclined his hand that had a tense hand on your thigh, now directly on your abdomen pressing you back onto the messy comforter bed keeping his hand placed there.

seeing the arch of your spine in his direct view, seeing your face slightly contort in delectation as he hit the g-spot with the pads of his fingers. feeling the intense pride on how he could get you, so delighted and filled with pleasure at his decree.

“taking it like such a good girl, you’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

he likes tits, i mean... HE GIVES THE VIBE. like if he could he would hold them, squish them, kiss them, mark them in anyway he wanted FOREVER. which he would, but he couldn’t 24/7 so he took his opportunities when he could.

“hello george, how are you? i’m great, thanks for asking.” you chortled with intense sarcasm after your boyfriends sudden disruption from your reading and dramatically bursting into your dormitory and shoving his face into your chest beneath your his t-shirt.

“shhh, i need a minute of peace please.” he hushed you, feeling his lips suck a little on the flesh of your sternum, his voice incredibly muttered from the smothering of your boobs onto his mouth. feeling the vibrations from his lips send a mini-shockwave through your spine and attempting to repress an overdue shiver.

he left light kisses, from his previous red splotch, as he moved more underneath your shirt praising your skin as you chuckled a bit. his ginger hair tickled your neck as he continued, “my tits are peaceful?” you questioned, yet again in a sarcastic tone awaiting his response.

“yea, immensely.”

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) (isa i could kiss u for this one)

so, messy messy man. on your tits, on your thighs, on your face, on your STOMACH, on your ass and his fave.... inside of you <3 he just loves to see it on you, it turns him on again no matter how many times you’ve been at it.

que: birth control potions, because i’m pretending they exist and creampies are fun.

“gonna— gonna finish, where d’you want me?” the boy heaved while doing continuous thrusts deep into the walls of your cunt. furthering your grasp onto the clenched biceps and forearms that laid tense beside your perspired face.

“inside me, please. want it inside me.” your voice was winded and huffed, feeling the euphoric pleasure crinkle and bend onto your nervous system from your orgasam lull you into a relaxation, while your boyfriend continued to thrust into your overused cunt of the night.

feeling his tepid release stick into the planes of your thighs and a light sheen layer onto the lower abdomen of your torso. feeling the dripping of his cum directly laid upon your skin. the contrast between his release and your flesh looking almost exquisite in his view point.

you were so beautiful, so beautifully messy.

currently clenched around his prick you felt the tremble in his cock as he released into the velvet walls of your cunt, remaining inside of you as he caught his breath between his lungs from his swift thrusts.

“gonna keep you all full, yeah?”

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

george is in fact, a switch. like when he’s dom, he’s soft dom. but when he’s sub, he’s whiny and extremely forward in begging. it took him awhile to tell you because he felt embarrassed but after that you guys had a lot of... fun ;)

“please, please, ‘m sorry. i promise!” he griped, pulling on the silk on his restraints regulating the control of his wrists that laid on his lower back. “but georgie, isn’t this what you wanted? to be punished?” you sent a faux pout in his direction, your finger tips dancing upon his clenched torso once again edging the boy upon his ration.

“but, but—“ the boy faltered whilst speaking, trying to excuse his actions of venturing to grasp your attention whilst you were busy with another task, and disregarding you both friends pleas. “c’mon, georgie. you were bad, this is your punishment; if i hear anymore you won’t cum for a week.” you chastised, seeing his eyes widen in fright and obnoxiously nod his head in compliance.

your brought your hand back to his prick, thumb slightly outlining the slit in his tip; his most sensitive spot causing a small groan to escape his lips subconsciously, his back slightly melding off of the mattress and arching into the air at your pressure.

attempting to repress his pleasureful shivers that were scratching at his sensorium, his cock basically at your dictation for his release.

“you’re being punished, not pleasured.” you chastised once again, sprawling you hand on his abdomen pushing his back directly onto the ridged comforter once more.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

so people would agree to disagree, but george lost it first. i don’t think george would do one night stands, they were always with past girlfriends but you are the girl he truly put his all into.

“and you’re sure?” the boys frantically questioned once more, he had been previously skittish about if the both of you were ready to go into the next stage of your relationship; wanting your full consent to continue with anything.

and worrying that some kinks he had in mind might’ve been to much for future references, and just yearning for you to feel as comfortable as possible.

“told you, georgie, i want all of you.” the question was heaved through your words from the foreplay that had taken a gust of your air right out from under of you.

“we’ve talked about this darling, ‘m ready.” adding on to your comment, reassuring the boy who seemed to be faintly timorous on his next action that was soon to take place. you caressed his forearm, feeling the rigid bends of his veins over the pads of your finger tips. your other hand maneuvering itself on the curvature of his neck and bringing his lips to slot with your own.

feeling the comforting and familiar taste of pumpkin and cinnamon transfuse onto your tongue in the midst of feeling his plush lips blend with yours.

“i’m ready, want you inside of me.”

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

any position where he can see your face, he can see your body, he can see all of you. he wants to kiss you, mark you, caress you. he wants everything he wants to feel so connected with you.

“you my darling.” he spoke, sighing as he spoke. in between words of his affirmations, splotching small kisses that bore on the planes of your lower abdomen and shifting his way up your bare-body.

“are the most ethereal thing, to ever exist.” the boy continued in his wake of appraisal, of your complete quintessence and soul.

“i love you.” you whispered in a small, barely audible murmur in appreciation of the red head you had been destined with. he was truly put in your path of life to give and receive love and adoration. “i love you.” the boy whispered back at your confession, muffled into the flesh above your sternum.

continuing to leave small vermillion hues of colour, making his way to the the junction of your neck and resuming with his praises of adorations of your complete essence.

the scarlet-haired boy was completely entranced with every element of your being, almost besotted with your every move. always wanted to praise, and adore every aspect of you in anyway he could possible.

“no, i love you more.” he corrected himself, undeserving of your mutual appreciation.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

healthy use of both. sometimes you guys have your super serious moments and other times you guys are giggling together.

“oh merlin, i really hope fred did not hear that.” you spoke through a sporadic chortle, your previous whimper being a little bit too raucous. the both of your wands misplaced and unable to cast a muffling charm meant you and george had to be as quiet as possible.

“y/n, he definitely did. let’s hope he’s asleep.” george making an effort to whisper but his own disgustingly humours mind getting too himself and letting chuckle slip out from his lips mid-sentence.

“i didn’t say stop, keep going!” you hastily spoke, sending a cheeky grin in faux annoyance at him as he continued his slow but intensely deep thrusts in your pulsing cunt, the both of you close to a release.

you were deeply trying to muffle your pleasureful noises from the palm of your hand, but discreetingly failing as you let another strangled moan bubble from your vocal cords.

both you and george looking at eachother frantic for a moment, completely silent and worried if one of his dorm mates had heard the both of you. silent for a moment then chuckling together whilst bumping noses at the voyeuristic acts that were being taken place in his very bed.

“oi, some of us are trying to sleep here!”

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

yes the fucking carpet matches the damn drapes HE HAS A CARROT CROTCH DO NOT TELL ME OTHERWISE. as for grooming, i think he just just have a stubble? like i don’t feel like he cares to much about hair so he would just shave most of it off. as for u he does not give a fuck, as long as you like yourself he likes you so it does not matter at all for him.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

ITS GEORGE WEASLEY IF UR NOT EXPECTING ROMANCE AND INTIMACY 89% OF THE TIME GO REEVALUATE. i’m not saying he’s not rough or not kinky, but he’s very intimate with you especially during aftercare. if he’s feeling special, like on anniversaries, birthdays, or days he wanted to make you feel really really good he would bring out rose petals, floating candles i mean he would WHIP OUT A LAVENDER OIL DEFUSER OR SOMETHING?

the floor was coated in tons vermillion bloomed rose petals, the scent of cinnamon and fresh linnen was intense through the air of the newly-cleaned dormitory, the fresh ivory bed made and the pillows slightly puffed to perfection.

“just, y’know, one last birthday surprise?” the red-head boy muttered staring at the scarlet-shaded floors whilst attempting to distract himself by fumbling his clammy hands into the pockets of his overworn grey slacks.

“d’you like it?” george continued to mutter, his eyes staggering around the room he had prepared for you both that night so he could kiss, cherish and adulate your entire being till the depths of early morning sunrise.

“georgie, i— i love it.” you felt perspiration sting in the waterlines of your eyes as you stammered slightly in shock, intense adoration and tenderness hastily speeding through your bloodstream hitting you directly into the warmth of your heart.

facing said-boy, you looked at him with complete fondness, grasping upon of his hand that was resting in his slacks now in the palm of your own comically-smaller hand.

“it’s truly amazing.”

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

gonna be honest here, not really. unless he wasn’t seeing you for like weeks, like during a holiday or something. even then i feel like he would imagine you were doing it to him, like whenever he was feeling needy he would normally just go to you and you were more than happy to oblige to his request.

“oh— fuck me.” the boy groaned while stroking his cock in quick circular motions, the other hand preoccupied with a risqué polaroid photo of you that you had sent him in the mail during the winter holidays.

it wasn’t the easiest being away from him during the winter holidays and his randomly occurring hard-ons apparently happened to occur more frequently without a desirable girlfriend around and more time to use your undesirable hand.

attempting to finish himself off fairly quickly so he could scoundrel himself back to bed counting the days till you would dramatically reunite on the hogwarts express and more than likely pull you away from peering eyes for a quickie in the bathroom.

just the thought of your beautiful skin melding with his own in the humid air of the bathroom made him spurt his release all over his prick and a groan emerging from his throat in the process.

“fuck.”

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

he has a innocence kink.... like the thought of teaching you everything like in bed makes his mind go WEEE WOO WEEE WOOO

now i shall elaborate

“pretty girl, does it feel good?” he crooned into the shell of your ear, feeling the tense grasp of your agile hands on his clothed biceps where his dress shirt laid on him and suddenly crinkled from your clasp onto him.

“mhm— yes, yes georgie.” you gasped mid sentence, trying to catch your breath from the new sensations that had washed over your nerves, feeling new pleasureful burning sensations in the pit of your abdomen and run along the curvature of your spine.

attempting to suppress small moans you continued petite chokes of air in ecstasy feeling george’s pads of his fingers dance upon your clit. “oh— fuck.” you muttered in a form of a bleary headspace trying to manage a coherent thought.

the red-head grinned in gratification, your full pleasure at his decree, knowingly giving you these new sensations. “i thought you were an innocent girl, now you’re my dirty one?” the boy mocked at your trembling figure in his lap.

“maybe you’re not my innocent girl after all.”

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

in my head.... he likes voyerism. don’t ask me why but the thrill of someone catching y’all 🤪

so i will no would have to say that he likes his dormitory a lot but i also feel like he likes the common room couch.

“oh, fuck—“ the moan has blossomed out of your throat and tinged in the previously solemn and peaceful common room, but now the air felt humid and extremely titillating common room that had been used for social and cuticular activities now being used for intercourse.

“darling if you’re not quiet we’re going to be caught.” the vibrations of his words directly muffled onto your perspired flesh, due to his manipulation of your body strictly at his will. “so good, daddy, so so good.” the words mildly uttered from your throat due to the infrequent gasps of pleasure between your words.

the both of you fused together passionately on the snug common room sofa in the late hours of the night, to be caught in a very comprising position by a student or supervisor if not subtle enough. the fire being your only production of light source throughout the entire room, dismissed in the backround close to being burnt out entirely.

“but daddy, you make me feel so good.” you’re voice tinged into a slightly higher pitch, feeling his deep thrusts enclosed inside of your cunt, your attempted muffles of rising gasps and lament whimpers to be heard significantly prominent throughout the walls of the vermillion shaded common room.

“awe slut, you want everyone to know how i’m making you feel?”

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

so since georgie is a switch i feel like most of his motivation comes from when you’re bossy, outside of the bedroom. telling him what to do, how to do it, having to fix it for him. because either he’s gonna punish you for thinking you can be in charge or he’s gonna do literally everything you tell him too without a second thought.

“ok so for today, we’re not playing around here, you finish your charms, then we have lunch, we do transfiguration together, play some quidditch with fred, eat dinner, and then free period to do whatever we want, got it?” your hastily speeding voice catching the attention of his ears and consuming every single word that you had to say.

you glanced at him for a moment, his eyes slightly out of zone but still attentive to your words, also wanting to distinguish if he had been following to the list you had for the day so he could ultimately stop procrastinating and get his work done.

“yeah, er, i got it.” george spoke awkwardly for a moment, trying to discreetly shuffle around his body at the feeling of immense amount of pressure and tensity starting to form around his groin.

you raised a brown, you’re forehead slightly creasing as you tested the waters at his slightly timid figure and lack of response. “do i need to make you repeat it back to me.” tilting your head, trying to pan off as more intimidating so the red-head would coherently listen to you rather than pawn off and work on a prank with his mischievous-twin.

“no, no— i’m fi— you’re fine.” he groaned and he hesitated mid-sentence aiming to speak as casually as possible, moderately shuffling around his pants as he spoke at your firm and unyielding tone with him.

“you’re sure? because if you’ve got it wrong i’m going to upset, got it?” your voice at an adamant expression, annunciating that everything for the day was going to be smooth sailing rather than difficult and irritating for either of you.

“no, i understand.” he cleared his throat in compliance, aiming to remove any unnerving tension that might be there as he awkwardly trailed behind you to the library.

not to mention with a rock hard cock just sitting in his plants.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

threesomes. “bUt pArIs” NO. he would not want to share you, he had literally had to share everything his whole life and seeing his twin brother or literally anyone else pleasure you is a big fat NONO

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

he’s a giver, if u say no, ur lying. hearing you go literally whimper, tremble, moan at HIS will that’s enough for him to cream his pants.

“georgie— fuck. keep going.” your praised the boy deep between your legs, your words of appraisal going straight to his groin area whilst you threaded you fingers directly into his damp ginger locks.

feeling his tongue swirl directly onto your engorged clit, small gasps emitting from your mouth as his face was buried into your cunt for the last hour. the exceedingly amount of ecstasy built up into a broiling pit in your belly and ready to explode at any given moment.

“‘m gonna cum, gonna finish.” you gasped, feeling his tongue prodding at your entrance, his thumb placed directly onto your swollen cunt and swirling in figure eight like motions to make your orgasam rapidly occur.

his prick immensely hard, beseeching for a release. his nearest output being the subtle grind of his hips and the soft mattress of the bed as you continued to sensually yank at his hair.

feeling the overflow of desire, the whimpers exceeding from your lips and the pressure against his cock made his orgasam occur midst your own; finishing together the only thing to be heard was your heaving breaths and george’s hoarse voice from not speaking for the last while.

“so, i might’ve just done something.”

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

i feel like he’s very medium paced, he’s not to fast nor slow. he has his moments where it’s very slow and loving or if he just lost a quidditch game and it’s very fast in rough. i don’t think it’s set on just one i think it varies.

“needy little slut, just wanted me so badly, hmm?” the grit in george’s teeth prominent as he spoke to you, the tensity of his hands on grip of your waist also clinically distinguished as he pulsed in and out of your from behind.

“fuck— please.” the begging was evident in your tone, feeling the grasp on your waist and he plunged into you emitting gasps every few seconds from desire. his hand grasped onto the root of your tresses, your cheek melding with the mattress and a moan exploding from your trachea at his aggressive demeanour.

“please—“ you continued you beg, not for anything in specific but the feeling of him to continue his thrusts and not falter his pace. the feeling of being exceedingly full of him, the explicit belligerent emotion he was feeling and turning that into passion.

knees bucking at his will as he continued the fast and thrown pace that was previously endured. feeling the ecstasy rome freely through your veins as he degraded you.

“my slut, so dirty.”

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

so... george wants to appreciate you fully. and i don’t think either of you would be so horny that he had to just pull you in a broom closet. even if it’s fast and rough aftercare is still extremely keen to him after having sex no matter the circumstances so i don’t think he would be into quickies.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) - this was in fact somewhat inspired by 50 shades of grey

george is the kinkier twin. there i said it, and i will not change my mind. yeah he’s more quiet whatever more emotional, throughful BUT THOSE ARE ALWAYS THE ONES WHO ARE KINKIER. i so as long as you were cool with it i feel like he would be as-well.

“so you wanna play, dove?” running the tip of the small blade down the depth of your torso, and across your abdomen seeing the heaving rise and fall of your torso. the slight scarlet-coloured ribbon peaking from underneath the arch of your back that restrained both of your wrists.

“yes, sir.” the mumble was stern, and tense but slightly heaved from apprehension on what he would do with the tip of the stygian-coloured blade that was held in his ivory hand. your safe word explicitly-clear before he had restricted your eyesight.

a slow light vermillion trailed in its wake from the tip of the blade that moved across the skin of your navel. he heard the audible gasp release from your mouth in anticipation.

“keep going, please.”

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

so i feel like george goes for like.... 3? but he definitely does foreplay and stuff too. so it’s like a healthy mix of a lot. so a couple of rounds, sometimes more, sometimes less, it all depends on the time like early in the morning or really late at night.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

so, i don’t think so. so the only thing i feel like he would have is like ropes/ties and blindfolds. other than that i don’t think so, but fred has definitely gifted you something just for the kick of it all.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

i feel like it depends if he’s more sub or more dom. if he’s dom he will tease you all he likes just to see you squirm, but if he’s sub then he definitely will wants you to tease him.

“georgie, please, i cant take it anymore.” you pleaded, your tone was soft but irritated, the continuous edging was extremely displeasing for you. you wanted him, you wanted to feel every withering inch of him, his body, his essence; but he simply wouldn’t give it to you.

“c’mon, weren’t you the one who ‘said patience is a virtue.’ you’ve got to be patient then, right dove?.” george made a mockery of something you had in a different context but instead he used it to his advantage.

his middle finger crept its way back to the depth of your navel and right on your cunt, starting recurrent swirls on your engorged clit. feeling a similar sensation that you had previously endured till your denied orgasam.

“be patient, or you won’t be getting anything.”

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

i feel like it’s a lot of grunting and dirty talk, or even just praising. there’s more moaning when doing oral. it’s not necessarily loud but you can clearly hear it.

“my pretty little witch.” the words of appraisal blossomed from his mouth as he kissed upon the column of your neck and the bend of your shoulders. he proceeded to kiss around the shell of your ear and speaking.

“nobody can make me feel the way you can.” george murmured making sure you know, followed by a pleasureful grunt by the way your cunt was continuously clenching around his cock and the way your hand grasped at his lower back.

“oh, merlin—“ your voice sounded like a gasp, arching your back directly into his freckled chest from his prick prodding at your cervix, you’re breathing was heaved from his continuous thrusts that faltered as he was close to release and exceedingly praised into your perspired skin.

“i love you so much.”

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

george likes pda. i’m not talking like sex in the great hall or obnoxiously making out in the courtyard but he does like to show everyone that you are together.

“georgie if you kiss me again fred is going to throw up.” the murmur sent vibrational waves into the boys cheek your own affections shown at the proximity between you both, partly because the incessant chatter of the great hall.

“and? you’re my girl.” the statement was clear as day in his eyes, he wanted to show everyone just how much he loved you, the intimacy in the situation between two teenagers who were in love; he didn’t care what anyone else had to say.

you looked at him for a moment with challenging eyes, seeing the intimacy in his own cocoa-coloured ones. poorly making an effort to suppress a grin at his affections.

he took his opportunity to press a kiss to your plush-smooth lips, then the hued rose coloured flesh on your cheek, then the tip of your pointed nose.

“i love you, i won’t not show that because my git brother doesn’t like it.”

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

i feel like it’s a bit bigger than average, probably around 8in when hard? i think it’s more longer than thicker.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

i mean..... he’s a teenage boy. i think it’s average like i don’t think he’s dying to have sex every second but he does in-fact like to appreciate you in more ways that one. because sex for him isn’t just a way to get rid of a hard on it’s a way to appreciate your body and just you in general.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

i feel like it depends on how hard the both of you went, because you guys could either end up talking for hours or simply just cuddle and fall asleep.

“‘m so tired, georgie.” you murmured into the boys bare chest, stroking the side of his torso as the both of you laid below his his fitted sheet bed. the time around twelve am and your eyes desperate for sleep.

“sleep, darling. i’ll be here in the morning to wake you up.” he uttered. his voice fairly hoarse and rough, whilst stroking your back feeling the wrinkle in the shirt he had given you. fairly prideful that you had been wearing something of his.

“love you, georgie” you wiped your nose while speaking, feeling love and adorned by the boy you were cuddling with; wanting these solemn peaceful moments forever.

“love you more, forever ‘n ever.”

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SKZ REACT to...

◈ you being followed

part of my eight as fate event !! ( requested by anon ♡ )

genre/s: comfort, skz x gn reader

warning/s: description of being followed on the street, descriptions / mentions of panic attacks

wc: 1.8k

a/n: this one took me quite a while but i’m happy with it !!! i decided to write out a longer introduction to this to kinda set up a scene !! i hope y’all enjoy it (esp the comforting parts ofc kdjdjf)

it’s somewhat unlike you to walk alone at night. you figured it would only take you a few minutes, but you got out of work late, setting you back quite a while. to make things worse, while you were working overtime, the sun had set, leaving you to traverse the dimly lit city streets on your own. all you know is that your boyfriend left the door open for you, and a couch date sounds really great right now.

somewhere along your walk, you heard a shuffling noise coming from behind you. you disregarded it, thinking it may have been simple paranoia. you’ve seen too many movies, you think. however, as you keep up your leisurely yet steady pace, you hear another noise. this time you turn around.

a man. in a black hoodie. looking you dead in the eye.

your eyes widen as a small gasp leaves your mouth. needless to say, you begin sprinting to your destination, heart racing at a pace that rivals the speed of your feet. with your focus aimed at getting as far away as you can, you’re honestly not even sure how your legs know where they’re going. nevertheless, your saving grace comes into view. after a quick glance at the now empty street behind you, you sprint even faster than before. and, once you make it to the apartment door, you fling the door open and leap inside with enough force to rattle the hinges.

“y/n? what’s wro-”

“i was being followed,” you interject, a choked sob finally escaping you.

◈ CHAN

his first instinct, no matter what, is to make sure you feel safer now.

he’ll sit you down on the couch, staying close beside you and rubbing your back while reiterating that whoever that man was is gone now.

i’ve always liked to think he’d be good to have around in the event of a panic attack. especially if you’re the type of person who needs physical and verbal reassurance. back rubs, hugging, and breathing reminders galore.

once you’ve calmed down, he would wipe away your tears and hold you close to him as he asks you about the rest of your day.

he’s an amazing listener and he can’t wait to hear about the latest employee or customer gossip lmao

but more importantly, it would take your mind off things, which is all he truly wants.

if you start looking a bit gloomy or drifting off in thought, he’d probably suggest some cuddle time !! he would make sure to remind you of how courageous you were in that moment before promising you one last time that you’re safer now, here with him.

you’d finally fall asleep in his arms, filling him with relief.

◈ MINHO

first reaction: absolutely pissed.

not at you of course, but at the guy who was following you. with you still in his arms, he glances pointedly out the front door and the windows, closing the blinds after giving the entire apartment a once-over.you end up in the bedroom, in which he’ll guide you to sit beside him on the bed.

his expression will have completely changed from anger to loving concern. he’d look deeply into your eyes while holding both your hands in his, assuring you that you’re safe now.while you continue to cry, you explain what had happened in more detail. he strokes your hair as you speak and nods along, blood boiling.

he can’t stand the thought of any person making you feel unsafe. but, he’d maintain a calm exterior in order to make you feel more at ease.

once you describe the whole situation, he’d reassure you once again that the man can’t get to you now.

“he’ll have to get through me.”

you giggle.

“hEY”

◈ CHANGBIN

i think he’d have a similar reaction to minho !!

very visibly pissed that some random guy had the nerve to intimidate you. that dude’s lucky he didn’t follow you the whole way home or else he’d probably be pretty uh. damaged. by now..

he’d sit you down on the couch, do a quick check-in at each of the windows and doors, and come back as soon as he can to console you.

when he does, he’s quick to sit beside you, arm wrapped around you with the other wiping the tears off of your face.

after you explain the situation a bit more clearly, he becomes even more angry (probably mutters some curses under his breath)

but !!!! i think he’d really try his best to focus on cheering you up

asking you what you’d like to do for the rest of the night, if you’d like any food, if you’d like to sleep or stay up for a while.. etc.

plus he’d amp up the silly antics to make you forget about things !!

◈ HYUNJIN

i think his physical reaction would become similar to yours. very quickly.

like once he sees your tears and senses your quickened pulse. his immediate response (whether voluntary or not) would be to emulate you.

so, naturally, he’d hold you in his arms and let you cry it out, while small sobs of his own escape him.

seeing you so scared is a scary feeling.

of course, he’d reassure you that you’re safe !!! he’d look into your eyes, tucking your hair behind your ears, and tell you that it’s all over now and that you’re safe.

you, of course, don’t want him to feel sad or scared, so you’d console him as well.

you two would comfort each other the whole rest of the night. i think the most probable option would be the two of you cuddled up in bed watching a movie or reading webtoons together

distraction !! but make it a drama !! or a romcom because .. vibes !!

and when you decide it’s time for bed (however late that may be due to the stress from earlier) he’d be sure to remind you that he’ll be with you all night & when you wake up

(but he’s also secretly clinging onto you out of fear as well kdjfgj)

◈ JISUNG

“oh sh- oh sHIT-”

wouldn’t know what in the fuck to do

would haphazardly check all the windows like minho did, holding your hand as you continue to cry

after he’s done, he’d cling to you and hold you SO very tight <3

lots of “shh shh baby.. baby shhhh” and all that jazz.. you know the sungie vibes…

he’d stroke your hair and arms, noticing your slight shakiness and suggesting you both cuddle for some extra comfort and warmth

no matter what time of night it is, he’d turn off the lights and cuddle with you as you describe the event in more detail

quiet & calm

even if you end up crying again while you speak, he’s there to brush the tears off your face with his thumb and help you calm down again

◈ FELIX

before you came, he might have cooked a small meal for the two of you to share. even though you worked late, it’d still be waiting for you when you arrive. he’d wait too.

when you do happen to burst through the door, he’d jump and gasp out of fear but he’s quick to run up to you and hold you as you let out everything you’d held in during your walk-turned-chase

also !! will help you get settled in as you describe what went down

helping you take off your coat and shoes, getting water for you, grabbing some blankets; all while listening intently and giving you all of his attention

once you’re seated on the couch, wrapped in the softest blanket he could find and staying hydrated after such a harrowing event, he’d be sure to hold you as close as possible to remind you that everything’s okay

eventually, through his subtle gestures and calming demeanor, you won’t even realize how you got situated !! he just knows what to do to make you as comfortable as possible without even trying all that hard

you may choose to skip dinner, but no matter what, he’ll be holding you close the whole night through to make sure you know he’s there to protect and care for you

◈ SEUNGMIN

he’s very methodical about how to proceed. his first instinct is to do what some of the others would and check the house, but he decides to help you calm down first.

you’re rambling about what happened in between sobs and quick breaths, which sends a pain through his heart as he shuts and locks the door.

if you’re shorter than him, he’d bend a little to make direct eye contact with you. he’ll rub your arms and tell you that you don’t have to be afraid anymore

the most calming and reassuring voice in the whole world omg !!!!!!

he’d wipe your tears away and cup your face with both of his hands, prompting you to look back into his eyes before smiling at you

“you’re safe now, right?”

you smile back at him, nodding.

“now, let’s lock all the doors so no bad guys can get in!”

then, he’d take your hand and let you help him lock the doors and shut the curtains, making it feel like a chore instead of a precaution

and for your “good work”, he’d reward you with some binge watching & cuddle time !!! (as if that wasn’t the original plan skjdfg)

◈ JEONGIN

(under his breath, eyes wide) “oh my god…”

i think he’d start freaking out a bit like hyunjin did, but he’d do his very best to hide it. he knows he has to be strong to help you calm down and feel safe.

like felix, he’d help you take off your coat and shoes, leading you over to the couch as you shakily describe what happened.

(i’m sorry i keep making comparisons to the other members bUT) like minho, he’d hold your hands in his, rubbing them softly with his thumbs to soothe your nerves as you let everything out

he’d try to cheer you up by suggesting alternative motives the man might’ve had instead of wanting to harm you

for instance:

jeongin: “what if he was lost and needed directions but he was too shy to ask because you’re so pretty/handsome?”

you: “babe i don’t think-”

jeongin: “OR what if he thought he knew you !!”

you: “but he-”

jeongin: “WHAT IF IT WAS BATMAN-”

overall, his aim is to distract you (as well as himself), which ends in success. you’ll both be in stitches by the end of the night

and… laughing is super tiring, right?

therefore, as reiterated throughout all of these reactions because we all know it’s true:

CUDDLESSSS

oh also.. right before you fall asleep in his arms, he’d ask if you want to leave the light on during the night :( bc he’s a cutie :((((

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