#it gets a little less obvious when you stop being a teenager. because there are less physical differences between 24/26 than 14/16

[schadenfreudich]

18 year olds are also just getting younger, huh?

[rivendell-poet]

Hello! If it’s not too much to ask, can I request platonic headcanons for the Fellowship with a female reader that’s a human teenager? She’s not as good as fighting as them, and at first glance she seems approachable and easygoing, but she’s clever and can oftentimes outwit her opponents with creative combat moves. She’s also sort of a little sister to them, albeit a quite reckless and charming one.

I just love platonic LOTR because I feel like they would all be such great friends in their own way :’) Please take your time with this request, and I wish you a lovely day/night ❤️

Hey anon, so sorry it took me this long to answer but I hope you enjoy! I'm absolutely a sucker for platonic Lord of the Rings fiction, all of the characters are so sibling-coded! You have a lovely day/night too, and thanks so much for requesting!

*･༓˚✧❝𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠❞‧͙⁺˚༓˚✧ « headcanons »

○ Aragorn ○ Legolas ○ Gimli ○ Boromir ○ Pippin ○ Merry ○ Frodo ○ Sam ○

GN!Reader | No TWs | Wordcount : 2.1k

𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐧

✧ Years of putting up with being the younger brother of the twins has finally paid off.

✧ Never truly got the appeal of younger siblings until you came around.

✧ (Understands better than most that family is not just blood, but is based on who you choose and who you want to be around. Genuinely hopes he falls under that for you.)

✧ Worries about you but tries not to make it obvious, checking up on you in a more casual way like slowing his walking speed so he can be in time with you then ask about your day.

✧ Understands that your skills mean you should be in this fellowship - but did you have to give him a heart-attack after almost not parrying the cave troll? Poor man is already trying to keep up with the hobbits, and now you.

✧ Does admire the creativity you use in your attacks and is quick to praise it, occasionally shares anecdotes of his less-than-ordinary ‘weapons’ and how he used them.

✧ Subtly tries to get you to pick up more combat skills by offering to spar with you when Boromir spars with the hobbits.

✧ Is a very patient teacher, willing to go over things multiple times and demonstrates what to do very well.

✧ Does not appreciate the recklessness either; you have made him realise just how much he needs to apologise to Elrond and the twins for his youth. Tries to stop you from doing it under the guise that you’re ‘encouraging the hobbits’.

✧ You realise this is a ruse when he tells you it at Helm’s Deep, with precisely no hobbits to be found. Aragorn does not apologise for this.

✧ Notices you actively being charming and takes you under his wing in that regard, teaching you about diplomacy.

𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬

✧ Legolas doesn’t understand just how young you are until the topic of the Fellowship’s ages comes up and you’re the youngest by a decade. Doesn’t think this is a big deal until he sees Boromir do a slight double-take.

✧ Talks with you after and realises the age, you try and reassure him with the ‘I’m mature for my age’ and he doesn’t accept it.

✧ Firmly next to you for the first few days after it, although he doesn’t baby you - he’s just overprotective.

✧ Feels bad about not realising previously.

✧ Is a single child, to a single father, so doesn’t really realise how closely he regards you as family until he starts teaching you elvish words and family comes up. How the first words he thinks of, that he believes you should know, are ‘brother’ and ‘little sibling’.

✧ Does one of his odd elven stares at you with this realisation. You ask him and he blinks before apologising, stating it’s an elf thing.

✧ You don’t believe it and ask Aragorn. The ranger looks from you to Legolas, sees the worry in Legolas’ eyes, and decides on mercy by backing it up.

✧ Insists on teaching you archery. Isn’t sure whether to be impressed or offended when you stab an orc with an arrow instead of shooting it. It works… he supposes.

✧ Never slips up until he’s introducing you to his father in Elvish, and accidentally calls you his younger sibling instead of his friend.

✧ You know just enough elvish to realise what he’s said (combined with the look on Thranduil’s face) and smile. Then ask him later if he could have given you that realisation anywhere except in front of his father.

𝐆𝐢𝐦𝐥𝐢

✧ Immediately loves you for your charm, and the fact you engage in deep conversation with him instead of assuming all dwarves only speak basically and are incapable of eloquence.

✧ Certainly teaches you a lot when it comes to charm and wit, and by the end of your journey your speaking with a few too many dwarf idioms for a human teenager.

✧ Would totally be willing to teach you Khuzdul if you wanted to. Refuses to tell you what the terms of endearment he calls you are (‘little treasure’, ‘spark’, and sometimes ‘younger sibling’)

✧ Is very grateful none of the rest of the Fellowship know enough about dwarven culture to call him out on the little things he does for you, like making sure your weapons are polished to an immaculate degree or keeping your food warm for you using rocks.

✧ Offers to braid your hair for you before Helm’s Deep, both grateful you don’t understand dwarf customs and not.

✧ (He’d be much too embarrassed to offer you his familial braid if you knew what it meant).

✧ When you ask to braid his hair he helps you create a unique braid, with dwarvish meaning. That’s how you figure out what the braid he gave you means.

✧ As long as you’re winning your fights he doesn’t care how you’re using a weapon - he still admires good tactics.

✧ Complains that teenagers are too busy growing awkwardly to use the proper dwarven techniques of fighting.

✧ Laughs a bit too much when he tries to teach you his style and you fall over while trying to swing his hammer in a circle.

𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫

✧ Literally an older sibling. Adopts Merry and Pippin in all but law, and will do exactly the same to you as well. You have little choice in this manner.

✧ Shows his affection to you mainly by spending time with you and listening to you because that’s what he’s always done with Faramir. However he’s fairly observant, and if he can tell you’d rather be doing something else (like whittling or scouting) he’ll happily do that.

✧ Cares more about the fact he’s spending time with you than what he’s doing with that time.

✧ Also has a minor heart attack when he realises how old you are. Knows he’s had recruits the same age as you, but this is different. He’s not actively trying to lead those recruits with him to Mordor.

✧ Very good combat teacher, as it was his job for a while. Best with a sword and shield but will adapt to your weapon of choice, he can use pretty much all of them.

✧ After he witnesses you mess up a sword-thrust and almost gets impaled he gives you his shield. You protest, and he says you can give it back to him once you’ll be able to protect yourself without him.

✧ Highly complimentary of your wit in battle, is aware of how often people overlook wisdom in combat compared to brute force (*cough, cough* Denethor) and makes sure you’re praised enough for your actions.

✧ Often speaks about introducing you to Faramir and how he hopes you’ll like each often, shares a lot of anecdotes from when the two were younger. (Has very occasionally called you his brother’s name by accident.)

✧ Tries to make sure you spend time on your journey exploring the world, like Rivendell, so that you can keep your sense of wonder. Hopes you’ll retain it even after everything.

𝐏𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧

✧ Closest in age to you, which he very much appreciates. Hobbits generally aren’t considered adults until their thirty (and he’s only twenty-nine) so jokes about the two of you being so much better than all the old corpses over here.

✧ Tries to convince you to make fun of Boromir and Aragorn’s age with him. One of his ways to cheer you up is to point at the ranger and simply say ‘old’.

✧ Did that once to Gandalf, and then never again to Gandalf. (Also tries to get you to help him with Gandalf.)

✧ In an odd way, you not being especially skilled in combat is quite comforting to him - it’s nice to know there are folk outside the Shire who sometimes struggle with this as well.

✧ Complains in a joking manner when he sees you use skill to fend off goblins and that you lied to him.

✧ “You told me you weren’t that good at combat, not that you’re a tactical genius!”

✧ Wants to offer you pipeweed but isn’t sure if you should be able to have it. Boromir and Aragorn disagree. Goes with whatever you decide (although also would never pressure you into smoking if you don’t want to).

✧ Is genuinely disappointed when he doesn’t become taller than you after the ent draft. Insists life is unfair, and that you should be down on his level.

✧ Asks if you’ll help him and Merry finally bring down Boromir honourably. (Fails to see that you coming up behind the warrior would not be considered honourable.)

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲

✧ Treats you a lot like he does Pippin, in that he’s very open with you, one of his main goals is to make you laugh, and he constantly looks out for you.

✧ Also nicknames, tries so many nicknames. Even if your name can’t be shortened he still gives you one, it’s just more nonsensical. Will see you’ve got slightly more radish in your soup than everyone else and call you ‘rad’ for the next day. Sees nothing wrong with what he is doing.

✧ Very excited to discover the Shire love for mischief and pranks is present in humans as well - or at least in you.

✧ Pippin tries to persuade you to play pranks on Merry with him, but you always side with the latter.

✧ Will not allow you to criticise your combat skills - even if it’s constructive and not self-deprecating. (“No, the orc literally almost took my arm off Merry.” “Well, with that attitude it certainly almost did!”)

✧ Tries to initiate sparring matches between you and Boromir by seeing you standing next to each other and shouting ‘fight’.

✧ This fails to work because two hobbits shouting at you isn’t intimidating, and there aren’t enough of them to circle you. He did once manage to convince Legolas to join in the chanting, however.

✧ Spends a lot of time climbing the scenery to get elevation so he can hug you without you bending down.

✧ Tells Éowyn everything about you, and is very complimentary.

𝐒𝐚𝐦

✧ Takes care of you in much the same way he takes care of Frodo. Gandalf may not have made him swear to protect you, but he’s certainly going to anyway.

✧ Often asking if he can mend any clothing that’s gotten torn, and when you get it back you’ll find a small piece of embroidery next to where he’s repaired the garment for you.

✧ It’s generally whatever you’ve been talking about and has made you smile the most in your conversations.

✧ Sometimes feels a little awkward trying to protect you, seeing how he’s only a hobbit and you’re a big folk - but he does his best.

✧ Tries to get you and Frodo to stay together so he can protect both of his friends at the same time.

✧ When he sees you fall behind in combat, he’ll sometimes offer to spar. He knows it’s not much but it puts a smile on your face and that’s what matters.

✧ Cheers you on if you spar with Boromir.

✧ Always makes sure you and Frodo have the best bits of the food. Vehemently denies this if confronted by either of you.

✧ Worries about you being on the journey, seeing how young you are, but if Frodo has put his faith in him then Sam will certainly put his faith in you.

✧ Also very complimentary of your creative thinking in combat, you can sometimes hear him talking to the other hobbits about it (absolutely with a tone of reverence/awe).

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐨

✧ Probably the most grateful that you’ve come of anyone, and the second most understanding family doesn’t have to be blood.

✧ Even though Bilbo is technically just his uncle he knows they behave much closer. And when he meets you he realises that family truly isn’t about blood at all.

✧ Most used to you being human, he’s spent time with Gandalf, so he knows how to talk to you and is the quickest of the hobbits to warm up to you.

✧ He’s also the first to acknowledge he sees you as a sibling, while talking about you visiting the Shire.

✧ Instantly stops and pauses to see if you’re alright with what he just said before continuing, slightly more embarrassed but still enthusiastic.

✧ After discovering Sting he’s very willing to try sparring you, and the two of you try and learn together.

✧ He’s similar in that he tries to rely on smarter moves to beat the goblins, but often talks about yours with good-natured envy.

✧ The two of you share tricks after each battle, or at least tricks that are applicable.

✧ Often likes to sit with you and Sam when the ring is particularly bad, because you help centre him. Help remind him what he’s fighting for.

A/N : Thanks for reading, and thanks again for the request! I do love platonic lotr, so feel free to keep requesting that! Also, I now have a taglist - so that's fun. If you wish to join, feel free - and no pressure if not. Really like the idea of a reader who struggles with sword-work but is creative, so honestly might expand on that as well.

thank you for reading *･༓˚✧ wish to be tagged?

[speirslore]

band of brothers flirting styles + reaction to you flirting back

(this includes winters, nixon, speirs, lipton, roe, bull, and liebgott! but if your fav isn't here, feel free to send an ask and i'll add them!)

lmk if you would like to be on my taglist: @ronsparky @bcon24 @blueberry-ovaries @1waveshortofashipwreck @beautifulbluejay

[dick winters]

dick feels kind of useless when trying to flirt

a lot of it is nix having very middle school vibes of 'hey, my friend over there thinks you're gorgeous btw'

it's very endearing

you waltz over to where dick is and his ears are already red before you even get to the table

he'll apologize abt lew instantly and you frown like, "oh, was it a joke?"

dick immediately is like "no, no, he- i meant it"

his nervous rambling is sooo cute to you, you can only smile and say, "i'm glad and by the way, i think you're pretty gorgeous too."

if his face can go any redder, it definitely does then

when you start talking, he's slowly getting less flushed and more comfortable

but he's an overthinker so he still isn't totally convinced that you're flirting

has to have lew pull him aside, shake him a little bit, and be like, yes they are absolutely into you, yes that is flirting

i do think dick can get super flirty once he's more comfortable, like once you're dating and it's just the two of you, he's so charming and sweet

but the first time you meet, he's just so shy but still very sincere with his compliments

dick is great about making eye contact because he just thinks your eyes are so beautiful

the night ends with his hand on the small of your back

and tbh the spiciest it will get after you first meet is a kiss to his cheek when he's leaving with a napkin with your number written on it

and nix is just watching like a proud father <3

[lewis nixon]

if there's one thing lewis nixon is, he is charming

he's very used to disarming others with said charm

he is such a gentleman... he was painstakingly subjected to a lot of manners and etiquette classes as a child/teenager

and lew now puts it to good use!

he's so good at flirting with his own brand of nihilistic, high society charm

so when you flirt back and respond... he's sooo excited like this is so fun for him

lew is very used to people being completely disarmed by him

but you're not... you grinned when he walked over to where you and your friends were talking and asked you to dance, and pressed a kiss to his cheek when you said yes

he does blush faintly, which is a huge deal for lew because that never really happens

once you're dancing, oh he's a menace

he's having SO much fun, hand on your waist maybeee moving lower

he thinks you’re so funny and lew’s grin and laugh... so top tier

it's so nice when it's genuine, and even though you just met him you want to hear it again and again

he can't stop smiling like it's soooo obvious, lew makes absolutely no effort to hide how attracted to you his is

does not try to play it cool at all like he wants you sooo bad

has absolutely no shame

and it does not take long before you're making out outside the pub, already feeling familiar and warm in his arms

[ron speirs]

ron honestly feels a little silly trying to flirt

it's very hard for him to get out of his own head about it

the most intense eye contact ever?

eye contact is ron's version of flirting

'like why don't they understand i want them in every possible way... i'm looking at them??'

ron really just does not understand, he's pulling out all the stops with his slightly unnerving eye contact

and also just talking, like if he's willingly having a longer than 5 minute conversation with you and actually talking about himself? ron is actually professing his undying love

a lot of just blunt complimenting too, i mean sweet compliments but just out of nowhere, like "you have beautiful eyes, you know."

when you flirt back, touch his arm, and look up at him, he's definitely melting inside

especially if you're normally more shy or reserved... oh he's hooked

he doesn't outwardly show it... at least not obviously... but you can tell from his eyes, the way they intensify, darken, widen, and focus on you

ron does love praise

"you know lieutenant, ron, you do have gorgeous eyes, too."

"and i love your hair, the sweetest curls"

oh he's yours entirely... please give him all the words of affirmation

it gets pretty obvious when he's really responding to your flirting, staring at your lips and biting his lip, moving closer to you

has this smirk that just subconsciously appears

like lew, escalates very quickly

ron is a very physical person and that's when he can really show his attraction ;)

[eugene roe]

eugene is not confident in his flirting at all

he's very very subtle

and he honestly does better talking to someone he's attracted to by just striking up normal conversation and learning about them and not approaching it as trying to flirt

his voice goes lower and raspier if that's even possible

especially if you're in a bar, with a lot of music and voices loud, he just instinctually leans closer to your ear, face so so close

then immediately realizes he's super close to you now and tries not to freak out

gene has to get out of his own head first and when he does that, he can be so charming

he just unintentionally has that sexy suave energy

especially when he drops certain pet names in french

you flirting back is a hugeeee relief for him

and repeating said french? like yes it’s cheesy and cliche but it sounds so nice coming from your lips!

he can't hide his smile at all like, laughing into the sip of his drink

"i'm impressed," he'll murmur

"you should be, i'm pulling out all the stops for you, eugene."

oh he blushes so badly

he lovessss hearing you say his name, he's so used to only being 'doc' or 'roe', it's so nice to actually hear his name, especially coming from you <3

[bull randleman]

oh he's so sweet!

that southern drawl... yeah it's super charming

and the cigar... sorry it's super sexy

i think he would be surprised, pleasantly surprised

and then would immediately proceed to get super shy though

he feels like he's got a good head on him, resourceful, smart, etc

but it all goes out the window when you're flirting with him!

yes he def blushes

also very observant to how you're reacting

i think he would be really into kisses but would be scared to initiate anything

especially the first time meeting you

would love to dance

is he that great... no... does he feel like his hands are way too sweaty... yes... does he step on your foot a few times... maybe

but it's very endearing!

very southern gentleman of course

like he is definitely holding the door open for you, standing up when you walk into the room, etc

[joe liebgott]

joe is incredibly charming

and very honest

like he lays it on pretty thick

there's never any questioning of 'is he actually into me? or is he just talking to me?'... he leaves absolutely no room for overthinking

like you definitely know... there is never a doubt

and when you flirt back he gets the biggest, cocky grin

joe gets into it extremely quickly, will definitely immediately match your energy (and then some)

"doll, angel, pretty, cutie.." he's pulling out all the stops

loves teasing and going back and forth with you

criminal "yeah?" usage by him

the BEST at keeping eye contact, props up head with his hand just watching you talk

skinny, tipper, smokey, tab, etc are all definitely watching from a few tables away, intrigued and impressed, and very obviously

you notice and grin, "wanna give them a show?"

joe would never say no to that! so you just lean forward and kiss him, hand pulling his chin gently closer

and this man is already feral... the noises??? he has range and he's a little freaky, a little spurred on by a crowd, by his friends watching, shaking their heads, caught up into the moment

but ofc when you pull away, oh now he's shy... like he's so red

but make no mistake joe is definitely into it... very very into you

[carwood lipton]

lip feels so weird trying to flirt tbh

very much like, is this allowed?

not as like... alien as ron, more similar to dick in he's just a little, a lot, self conscious

but he's also so naturally personable and kind

and he attracts so many people naturally because of that

including you

talking in a group with a bunch of other soldiers with your friends, you're immediately drawn to him

you smiling at him definitely makes him feel more at ease

you definitely do have to encourage him to relax because he has a littleee trouble holding eye contact, looking down a lot

and then suddenly there’s another man staring at you, approaching you, and standing a little too close

and even though you don't know carwood, you're still looking at him silently for help

and ofc he's very observant of people and situations

so his hand snakes around the small of your back

and lip is naturally protective and careful, guiding you through the crowd

"my prince charming," you say and he of course blushes, muttering a small “maybe.”

"i hope so," you grin and lip can't help but smile too

[don malarkey]

does don really have a flirting style… no

he just tries his best

can hold conversation and compliment you and hope for the best

but it’s very endearing to you

don is SO easily flustered… him even approaching you at talk was huge

big difference him with his friends, he definitely talks a big talk

and babe and bill and joe get sick of listening to him talk about wanting to approach you

bill threatens to go up to you himself. he will snitch on don

but when he actually finally works up the courage to go over to you, all that bravo immediately vanished

don used up all his confidence just getting himself to approach you and he didn't really plan for anything after

struggles at first to make eye contact

goes very red, especially in his neck and ears

but it gets better! and he hypes himself up in his head because you're entertaining him, talking back and smiling at his nervousness

a lot nervous laughter

his reaction to you flirting? first, it's thank god, and the excitement takes over and he's so in his head that he forgets to respond

but gets more comfortable throughout the night, arm resting across your shoulder, cheeks warm (feeling the alcohol) but very content

[asuyaka]

It is currently 3AM for me rn so apologies in advance if this looks like it was typed by a drunk person,

I've had this idea at random, but I'd like to request Teen!Gojo with Male!Reader(who Gojo has a fat crush on) who is very physically affectionate and by the power of plot armor has the a ability to break through Gojo's infinity. And so he uses this power, not to beat the living shit out of Gojo but rather to sneak behind him and either give him bear hugs from behind or tickle his sides whenever he isn't looking.

★ - Thank you for requestin' anon !! 'm in love with this concept s'muchhh!

☆ - Teen! Gojo Satoru x Plot armored! Male Reader (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

You,—contrary to popular belief— weren't a strong sorcerer.

At least not compared to the almighty Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru. The strongest sorcerers of the modern era.

Though, there is one thing about your technique that could easily make you one of the strongest. If you trained and worked with it, but that's too much work.

Your technique was sort of like Shoko's. RCT, but you had better control of it due to constant training when you were young.

So, what does a young teenager, whose bored out of his mind, do at times like these?

Stifling a giggle, you channel your cursed energy on your hands, sneaking up behind Gojo who was too busy arguing with Geto about something.

You pass through Infinity easily, grabbing Gojo by the waist, picking him up, and twirling him around. "Hi, Gojo!!"

Gojo yelps in surprise. It isn't every day—scratch that— no-one was able to get through Infinity unless he lets them. No-one except for the person holding him, who as much as he denies, has a fat, big, huge, ginormous, and massive crush on.

"[Name], it's great to see you," Geto says sharing a knowing and mocking look at Gojo, who is desperately trying to calm himself.

You keep your hands on Gojo's waist, peeking your head through the crook of the albino's neck. "Do you know when that crepe store down the street opens?

"Uhm... it opens tomorrow at 3," Gojo mutters as he pushes his glasses further up his face to hopefully hide the increasing blush on his face.

[Name] giggles happily, spinning Gojo around a few more times. "We should go when it does! It'll be like a nice little get-together!"

Geto snorts. "Ah, I won't be able to go and Shoko is... being Shoko. You and Satoru should go together don't you think?"

Gojo snaps his head up glaring daggers into his friend's eyes. He knew exactly what Geto was trying to plan, and [Name] being the absolute angel he is—

"Yeah, that sounds fun!! Just me 'n you, right Gojo?"

—agrees without a second thought.

[Name]'s hands move from his waist to his torso, a scheming smile on his face.

"[Name] don't. I swear to—"

Gojo interrupts himself with a loud laugh his hands on [Name]'s wrist, his glasses falling onto his nose as he shakes his head frantically. "S-stop it! Suguru! Do s-soemthing!"

Geto raises his hands up defensively. "Hear no evil, see no evil."

"[N-Name!] St- ah! Stop ittttt!!" Gojo's eyes are brimming with tears now, his chest heaving and his body convulsing. He hates being tickled, mostly because his body is so damn sensitive due to Infinity.

But [Name] just... God he doesn't know where to start.

You let go of his torso with a bright smile your hands immediately settling back on his waist. You were a big physical touch person if that wasn't already obvious.

"We're gonna have so much fun on this date, Gojo!"

Geto laughs at his friend's expense who was blushing. Like, whole body blushing.

Gojo swallows thickly, forcing himself to remember it was a friend date. They were just friends.

Only friends.

Fuck, he was in love with this idiot.

"Y-yeah. We'll have fun without Suguru!" Gojo is quick to regain his normal attitude. Well, as normal as it can be with the man he swears he's going to spend his life with nuzzling his neck, talking with Suguru about something he couldn't care any less about.

"I'm glad I'm not coming. I know you'll have a fun time, [Name]. Satoru has quite the surprise for you." Geto teases, drawing an air heart between the two.

"Suprise? What suprise?"

Gojo blushes it feels like his skin is going to melt off. "Nothing! Suguru is making stuff up!"

"Mhm. Sureeee."

[Name] presses into Gojo's cheek. "C'mon tell me!"

Gojo glares at his friend who just shrugs.

So much for being his best friend.

[joemama-2]

THE LESS I KNOW THE BETTER

gojo x reader

tags/warning: angst, gojo past arc, getou defect

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gojo didn't know what you two were. sure you guys were friends and acted like it, but that didn't seem completely right. do friends usually sleep in each other's bed at night cuddling? do they make each other breakfast and dinner? hold onto one another like they're your lifeline? but you two weren't a couple either. he had made that completely obvious way early on, and you were fine with that. at least that's what he thought.

he should be fine with it too. really, he has no reason to hold you back from talking to other people, meeting other people, doing....things with other people. you guys are still teenagers and he doesn't shy away from the fact that he does every single one of those things. so, why?

why does he feel a foreign, almost nauseating feeling in his stomach, rising up to his throat as if he wants to vomit his lunch? why do his muscles tense and fists clench? he's grinding his teeth so hard he begins to feel a headache take place. his eyebrows form a deep crease in the middle. but none of that matters right now. because he has the sudden overwhelming urge to kick something. or someone.

suguru and you are completely unaware of his presence, too caught up in your own stupid, little worlds that you can't even look at him. or, you do know he's there, but don't care. he's not sure what's worse. however, that's the least of his concerns.

it's the fact that suguru is looking at you with such tenderness, his thumbs running across the smooth skin under your eyes. he's treating you like you're fragile, priceless. and you're enjoying it.

what the hell is going on? since when were you two even acquainted like that? not only is he disgusted by his so called "best friend" trying to make a move on you, but he's disgusted that you don't even push him away. and the small kiss you give him on the tip of his nose really does it for satoru. that was his thing, you were only supposed to do that for him, to him. now you're going behind his back and being lovey dovey with someone who is off limits?

wow, you really were the worst, weren't you?

the words we're not together ring in his ears after he confronts you about the little show you put on for him.

it shouldn't bother him, but it does. why? he put these rules in place, it was his doing, his boundaries. you were just accepting that. so could he really be mad at you? be mad that you were not putting distance between you two and directing your affection, your love towards his friend.

no, he shouldn't. but he is.

no amount of other girls, other kisses he receives, and other touches could live up to you and your soft, welcoming hands. he can't help but see you everywhere he turns. you're all he can think about and it's slowly killing him. because you don't look the least bit affected by the sudden change.

and suguru is the reasoning behind that. he gave you what satoru couldn't.

but even after all his inner turmoil, satoru can't find it in him to be angry at you. so, he welcomes the distance, attempting to prove to himself that he can go without you, that you guys weren't serious in the first place. it gets harder and harder when you come to him spilling and raving about the newest dates and gifts suguru gave you.

is it on purpose? are you breaking his heart on purpose?

but with the warm smile on your face and that twinkle in his eye, one that he never saw when you were with him, he knows you're happy with suguru. and he listens, even offering advice on whatever problems you guys go through. not like he wants to hear any of it. he hates hearing it. he doesn't want to know about anything you two go through, because that same bile feeling from before forms.

so, he starts pushing you away. stops you before you can even mutter suguru's name. he limits the time you spend with him, making up excuses so he can't see you. the less he knows, the better.

until, one drunken night, he's left confused and angry with himself. you had snagged a bottle of cheap alcohol from yaga and came to him. you two used to drink together, before everything changed and suguru got in the way. you were persistent, telling him how much you missed him, almost pleading him. it was pathetic. you had suguru, why were you coming to him?

but just like how he can't get mad at you, he can't deny you.

you don't know how it happened. but you end up crying to him, venting about a recent fight between you and suguru. satoru isn't sure how to comfort you, he's never even seen you cry before. so he does what he knows best, he kisses you.

with intoxication playing a factor, things escalate from there.

"wait ten years, we'll be together."

can he trust you? you're both drunk and high off lust, he's not even sure you know what you're saying. you're probably gonna regret it, if you remember. but he plays into it, the small sliver of hope that's been manifesting taking over.

"don't make me wait forever."

and satoru knew suguru wasn't the same after the death of riko. he knew things were different. it hurt seeing his best friend slowly deteriorate and become an entirely new person. but what hurt even more?

the fact that you stook by his side through it all. you withstood his distance, dismissive attitudes, his harsh words that he spit out when all you wanted to do was comfort him.

why didn't you leave him? stand up for yourself? why are you putting yourself through this?

satoru just wants to shake you and wake you up from this stupid headspace you're in. this isn't like you. but no amount of convincing could help. because in the end, you loved suguru, not satoru.

that's why you left with him after being made aware of what he did.

losing his best friend is one thing, but losing his first love was another.

wait, love? did he love you? satoru can't find the answer to that.

satoru forces himself to forget about you, he gets rid of everything that reminds him of you, everything you gifted him, every picture of you.

out of sight, out of mind.

and it works for a few years. he has too many other things on his plate.

so it's concerning to him when he sees you for the first time on December 24th, 2017.

ten years.

you're not the same as when he last saw you. you've matured, features more defined. he won't deny you look beautiful. but there's one thing he can see, the twinkle in your eyes is long gone. your eyes look empty, like two black holes. they're dim and misty, and he hates it.

you're that devoted to suguru? seriously?

why? why are you still doing this?

satoru finds his answer. because he was doing fine before he saw you. he was doing fine before your eyes turned away from him.

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a/n: not my best work but i've been obsessed with this song for a few days now and thought of this.

[cursedkeyboard]

Babies shouldn't grow up ☆ Jason Todd & GN!Reader (PT.6 FINAL)

What does Jason do after he secures his spot as your number one person and you slowly but surely grow up into an independent teen..? Wait, stop, you're not supposed to do that. You're his baby. [PART ONE ♤ PART TWO ♤ PART THREE ♤ PART FOUR ♤ PART FIVE ♤ PART SIX]

Pairings: Platonic Jason Todd & Child GN!Reader / Batfamily & Child GN!Reader

Okay, let's be honest here, Jason would hate how fast time flies

As busy as he'd be splitting his life between vigilante work and fatherhood, taking down crazy new villains, attending to your school events, catching up with his friends, going on family vacations, Jason would 100% still notice how fast you were growing

By the way he'd have to often buy you new clothes because of your growth spurt

And how the current mark on the wall where he measured your height was inches apart from the first one he made

You were spending more time with your friends, the things you were getting interested in made no sense to him, and you wouldn't go to him to take care of your hair as much as you used to

It fucking terrified Jason

He hated it, so much

While he was proud and absolutely thrilled that you were independent, confident, and a hell of a charmer, he also wanted his baby back

The little brat who barely came up to his elbows

The one who'd cling to his legs whenever he told you to clean your room and would get dragged around

Hell, he really missed how you'd fit so easily in his arms as he carried you around

You still fit, he was a big guy after all, but for you it'd be a bit embarrassing for your dad to carry you around like that

Teenagers and embarrassment, am I right?

Now in his late twenties and over all that anger inside him, Jason would probably whine about it to his family

"I mean, how can someone grow so fast? It makes no fucking sense!"

"Jason, it's been five years, kids grow."

"Thanks Captain Obvious, but mine shouldn't!"

"What? You wanted the kid to be eleven forever?"

"..."

"Jay..."

"Shut the fuck up."

Somehow, being so lonely and melancholic over watching you sprout and bloom, Jason would even end up bonding a little with Bruce

Think about it, at this point Bruce would already be in his sixties or something, so Cass would've taken over the mantle by then

I'd imagine he'd still work as intelligence for the League but with Cass as the Hero of Gotham and Tim as the CEO of Wayne Industries, the old bat would have a lot of time in his hands

Which he'd spend around his family and grandkid

And when Bruce noticed Jason's pouty and broody demeanor when you were texting a friend, he couldn't help but laugh

"Now you know how I feel."

"It's different. It's going too fast."

"Son, I watched all of you leave the manor in less than fifteen years, it's always too fast."

Begrudgingly, Jason listened to Bruce's advice, that same old anxiety rising up in his chest, leaving him vulnerable and restless

"The best thing you can do is talk to your kid. I learned it the hard way with all of you and I know things would've been different if I had reached out sooner."

Jason couldn't deny that, even if the look in his old man's face did make his chest hurt a little

It's not like he hadn't thought about it, to be honest, you two always had a very open and communicative relationship

That was the exact reason why you two trusted each other implicitly and barely ever had any fights

But he was scared, downright terrified that you would confirm his fears

Just imagining you saying "I'm fifteen, dad, of course I'm not gonna hang out as much with you anymore." already broke his heart

So after whining a little to anyone near him and almost getting stabbed by Damian for "being such a clueless moron", Jason decided to put his big, grown ass adult pants and talk to you

It would be during a late afternoon, when the sun is setting and you had decided to make dinner tonight while Jason set the table

He'd run his hand through his hair once, then twice, maybe even thrice, and ask without looking at you

"Are you embarrassed of me?"

You'd almost burn yourself by whipping your head so hard Jason thought you'd snap your neck

"What?"

Ok, so they were doing this

Cool. Cool cool cool.

It was now or never

"You've been spending a lot of time away, always on your phone, we– uh, we haven't matched or hung out in a while either so– I get it, kid, I know you wouldn't want to–"

"Wait, stop, are you serious?"

Uh, oh, you were using the same tone as Damian

Like you thought he was the dumbest being to walk on earth

Damn that little demon for corrupting you

"I was just wondering, okay? I understand if–"

"No– dad, what? I thought you were busy!"

"What?"

Let's rewind a bit

You'd always been pretty attached to Jason, always glued to his hip, mimicking his mannerisms and speech

Steph even called you "mini Red Hood" when you started to unconsciously copy the way your old man dressed and his slangs

It was terribly cute for everyone

And you were proud of it! You were!

Jason was your hero, your favorite person, your dad

You wanted to be like him and you weren't ashamed of it, not even when Damian tried making fun of you

Because he was a dirty Batman wannabe and nobody liked those

He was your best friend and confidant, the one adult you'd trust fully without questions, always by his side and supporting him through everything

Except for that one time playing monopoly but that was Cass's influence

You owned Red Hood merch, you liked spending weekends and holidays with him, you matched your tastes and likes to everything Jason liked because it was Jason and you wanted to be closer to him

Birthdays could end up being just the two of you and you'd still be thrilled to have your dad around (even if the other bats would never allow such sad little party)

You had around nine years of experience with shitty adults, so excuse you for being overjoyed that your real dad was someone worth loving fully and irrevocably

But everything changed when you turned fourteen and the kids in your class started acting... weird

"Urgh, my mom is so embarrassing."

"My dad keeps calling me little princess even though I told him to stop!"

"Why are parents so cringe."

Apparently, disliking your parents made you cool in middle school

But that's not what changed things

It was when your friends laughed at you for talking so much about Jason, asking you if your old man even had time to do other things when you kept clinging to him

Which... you had never thought about

In all honesty, being around your dad was so natural at that point, always in his field of vision, relating random things to him, texting one word messages just to check in, that you hadn't realized you've might have been hogging his attention too much

Some unease and insecurities wormed their way inside your vulnerable teen heart and you convinced yourself you had been taking too much of your father's time

You couldn't even remember the last time he hung out with his best friend

What if he became sick of you?

What if he was already annoyed?

That terrified you, it truly did

Long story short, you forced yourself to change a little, keeping a bit more distance, not being as needy or clingy

You even started doing your hair by yourself, which sucked so much ass

You never realized how much thought and care your dad put in taking care of you

It made you miss him even more, but you wanted to be a good kid and let your dad have some freedom

He was still in his 20s after all!

And with him a bit more involved with his vigilante side of life, going to the manor more often, and the rise in criminal activity, you had assumed he was busy being an adult

Which, eurgh, you missed him so bad

But you were being a good child!

So much for that

By the time you finished explaining your side of things, after the two of you stared at each other for long moments, Jason was left with his head in his hands

He made a noise akin to a deflating balloon, his shoulders slumping

Good god, the two of you were embarrassing

He loved you

So fucking much

Jason thought his heart would explode

He could've been a little upset that you didn't just... talk to him but then again, he also didn't talk to you

Like father, like kid

"You're so stupid!"

Your laughter warmed his heart as he grabbed you by the shoulders and wrapped you in a bear hug, squeezing you tightly

Yep, you still fit perfectly in his arms

"Says the one who listened to the words of fourteen year olds!"

"I was also fourteen!"

Even though you two bickered and grumbled, his sigh of relief in your hair was very telling

And so was the way you clung to him tightly

God, he had missed his kiddo so much

"Never do that to me again, okay? Babies shouldn't grow so fast."

"I'm fifteen, dad."

"And you're also cute and short, so you're still my baby."

"Everyone is short when you're six foot."

"Thank the pit for that."

"I don't think I will, actually."

That night, after the two of you ate your somewhat burnt dinner, Jason carried you to the couch despite your whining and cuddled you as you picked your movie of choice

You did grow, currently in that awkward teen phase with growing pains and longer limbs, but the way you tucked your head beneath his chin was still the same

The way you looked at him, eyes filled with happiness and adoration, was still the same

Your laugh and sharp words, how you still reacted the same way to certain scenes, your mannerisms, attitude, innocence

Sure, you were growing wonderfully

And you definitely mirrored him a lot more than you knew

But Jason had been a fool for thinking you were changing

You were still his baby, the mean kid with a soft heart, rough past, and dirty mouth he grew to love so much he didn't know what to do with himself

And to know that distance between you two had been manipulated and not purposeful ripped his anxiety right out of his chest

You wanted to be by his side just as much

You loved him just as much

And he couldn't ask for more

"You will let me do your hair tomorrow though, you fucking suck at it."

"Suck a bag of dicks, dad."

"Love you too, brat."

The end.

[strniohoeee]

Sharp

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Matt and Y/N go out ice skating, but Matt forgets his gloves at home….Y/N offers him another idea on how to warm his fingers up. Will he take the offer?🤞🏽

Warnings⚠️: FINGERINGGGGGGG OH YEAH…..and that’s about it. This is an idea @flowerxbunnie and @lustfulslxt and I spoke about because of Matt’s little skinny fingers, and they uhh nominated me to be the one to write it 😀

Song for the imagine: Teenage Fever- Drake

⚠️This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

You say the word, I’m on the way

This shit feels like teenage fever

I’m not scared of it, she ain’t either

I was sitting at home bored and missing Matt, so I decided to call him

“Hey baby” he said on the second ring

“Hi Matt” I said

“How are you my love” he asked me

“I’m good, I’m just bored, and I miss you” I said twirling my hair

“Want to do something fun” he asks lowly

“Ouu define fun” I said smirking

“You dirty minded fuck, I was thinking like an actual activity” he said laughing

“I know a fun activity you and I can do” I said

“Alright be careful with your next words” he said back

“Uhh you’re boring, want to go ice skating?” I asked him huffing out a breath

“I’m down” he said

“Okay yay! Could you pick me up?” I asked him

“Was already planning on it princess” he responded

“Ouu princess I like that” I said smiling

“Alright you weirdo. Be ready I’ll be there in 25” he said giggling

“Uhh fine see you soon, and drive safe” I told him

“Thank you babe, I will” he responded before hanging up

I was already dressed for the day, so all I had to do was get my coat on. After 25 minutes Matt pulled up to my house honking the horn to let me know I was there.

I threw my coat on and headed out. I got into his car immediately leaning over and giving him a kiss

“Sup baby” he said slyly

“Ew don’t ever say that” I said giving him a dirty look

“I’m trying to be flirty and this is what I get” I said rolling his eyes

“Uh oh Mattitude” I said throwing my hands up

“Shut up, weirdo” he said laughing at me

“Ouu I like when you’re mean” I said poking his cheek

“Stop being such a freak” he said laughing and pushing my hand away

He drove us to the ice skating rink, and shockingly it was too packed. I figured it was because it was so cold outside not many people wanted to ice skate outdoors.

“Look baby it’s not too busy” Matt said pulling into a parking spot

“Good, less people in my way” I said taking my seatbelt off

“Love the attitude” he said getting out the car

I rolled my eyes, and got out, shutting the door behind me, and walking to Matt. We interlocked fingers as we walked to the entrance

“Ou your fingers are cold, and the rings don’t help” I told Matt

“Well it is 35 degrees outside” he said looking at me making a dumb face

“Ouu sometimes I want to smack that dumb look off your face” I said to him

“Yeah yeah” he said rolling his eyes

We had got in and paid, walking over to get our skates. We had changed into our skates, and heading out to the rink

Matt and I had been skating for a while, just chatting and laughing, but I kept seeing him rub his hands together

“Cold?” I asked him

“Yes captain obvious” he said looking at me

“Spicy today” I said laughing at him

“Yeah I’m fucking cold, and you know with my joint problems in my hands my fingers are sensitive” he said warming his hands up

“Why don’t you put your gloves on” I told him

“You’re right” he said digging into his coat for his gloves

“Shit” he said looking over at me

“What happened?” I asked

“I think I left my gloves in my other coat” he said annoyed

“Awww noo” I said looking at his hands

“It’s fine. I’ll be okay” he said

We continued to skate a little longer, and I knew the cold was bothering his hands as he couldn’t stop trying to warm them up

“Why don’t we just head out?” I asked him

“No it’s fine, I’m okay” he said looking at me

“I don’t know Matt, your hands are like ice” I said to him

“Yeah but it’s okay” he said smiling at me

“I know a way to warm them up” I said smirking at him

“Oh yeah?” He asked smiling at me

“Yeah….you, me in the back seat….your hands in between my legs” I said whispering

“Mm does sound nice” he said blushing

“What do you say?” I asked him

“Mm I don’t know there’s people here we could get caught” he said

“We won’t, come on baby it’ll be fun” I told him

“Alright let’s go” he said

We skated back to the exit, and returned our skates and put our shoes back on. We walked back to the car, and I got in the back while Matt turned the car on to put the heat on. He then joined me in the back seat

“You’re so naughty” he said before kissing me

“Only for you, plus I want to help my baby out” I said giving him doe eyes

“You’re too good to me” he said kissing me one last time

Matt started to kiss my jawline and then down to my neck, leaving sloppy wet kisses

“Shit Matt” I moaned out

“Come on baby help me get you out of these pants” he said pulling away

I lifted up so he could help me pull my leggings down along with my underwear

He ran his hand along my thighs, immediately getting goosebumps at his cold fingers

“Too cold?” He asked

“No it feels so good” I said looking at his hand move along my skin

Slowly Matt brought his hand down to my clit, I jumped at the feeling of his cold fingers, and he started to rub

“Fuck Matt that feels so good” I said looking over at him

“Yeah?” He asked smirking at me

He used his cold fingers to rub my arousal around, sending shock waves through my body

Slowly Matt sunk his cold ring clad middle finger into me

“Fuck Matt that feels so fucking good” I moaned out at the sensation

“So warm and tight” he whisper in my ear causing me to shudder

He slowly pumped his finger in and out of me before adding his ring finger in

“Oh god” I moaned out throwing my head back

Matt was thrusting his two fingers in and out at a rapid speed all that could be heard was the obscene sounds of his fingers delving into my cunt, and my moans

“Such a mess for me” he said watching me watch his fingers go in and out

“Always for you my love” I said looking over at him and kissing him

He continued to finger me pushing up against my g spot

“I’m going to cum…fuck” I moaned throwing my head back again

“Come on baby cum for me” he said as he started to finger me faster, and used his thumb to rub my clit

“OH GODDDDD” I moaned out lifting my hips off the seat

“I’m gonna cum matt I’m gonna cum” I said letting my jaw fall slack

“Come on baby you got this” he said, my cunt making obscenely wet sounds as his fingers thrusted up into me

“SHIT SHIT SHIT” I said as I was beginning to cum

“MATTTT” I moaned out as I was cumming on his fingers and my thighs started to shake. He continued to finger me allowing me to ride my high out

Once I came down from my high he removed his fingers from my cunt. Immediately sticking them in his mouth and licking them clean

“So good to me” he said holding eye contact

“Fuck Matt that was so good” I said catching my breath

“My fingers are all warmed up now, thank you baby” he said kissing me

“Anytime if it means your cold ring clad fingers can be buried deep in me” I said putting my underwear on and my pants

“Dirty girl” he said laughing at me

“Oh shut it, take me home” I said rolling my eyes

“Ouu for more?” He asked winking at me

“Of course for more” I said leaning over and kissing him

We both hopped in the front and he drove us back to my place where we had way more fun….

The End

This one was pretty short, but it was cuteeeee🧎🏽‍♀️💍. Anywho I got some more ideas cooking up in my dome. I just don’t know how to write them LMAOO

-J💅🏽

[alexxncl]

‼️NIGHTBRINGER LESSON 28 SPOILERS‼️

normal and hard spoilers

masterlist | all lessons | season 2 | lesson 27 | lesson 29

beel not being hungry is odd, but given the course of the story, him not rampaging like asmo or mammon is even weirder

i personally think it's bc we already saw what happened when his gluttony takes over in season 1, and having that happen a second time wouldn't really serve any narrative purpose

i love how beel is the most outwardly affectionate and caring about his brothers despite not always being the most "expressive" if that makes sense ???

i feel like he and satan (for obvious reasons) take after lucifer the most because of how palpable their love is for their brothers, regardless of the different ways they choose/are able to express that love

sobs uncontrollably

imagine "baby" beel running around trying to guard "teenage" mammon from raphael bc he wanted to protect his brothers and lilith in the same way he saw lucifer do it

i feel like next to beel and belphie's relationship, beel and mammon have one of the healthiest sibling dynamics in the game, both in og and in nb, and part of that is due to their abundance of empathy

and satan being the first to suggest a way to help beel ??? WITH A SMILE ON HIS FACE ??? the development i sobbed

he doesn't wanna see beel go through what he went through and is doing anything he can to prevent that from happening

i also think the "eat-til-you-drop" title is foreshadowing bc mammon, asmo, and satan all passed out when they had their rampages...maybe satan's trying to induce it so they can get to the root of the problem faster ???

finally. FINALLY we get mephisto to stop being an annoying dickhead and open up about his emotions, even if it's technically against his will and only for a moment. if he'd get out of his own head and rework the prejudices he has about lucifer and his brothers, he'd realize that he and lucifer are much more alike than he thinks, and they'd probably end up being really good friends. but because they're so similar, they're both too prideful to put aside their differences (especially mephisto) to explore the common ground they share

and i'm so so glad the devs didn't villainize mammon for this bc it's obvious that he had good intentions

i FIRMLY believe that next to beel, mammon is one of the most emotionally intelligent and empathetic characters in the entire game, but he's less outright and upfront with it bc of his own pride and bc of the way other people view him off of first glance

i feel like this hammers home my point of satan and beel taking after luci. he shows that he cares more that he says it, but denies it at every chance he gets bc he's too prideful to admit it. satan didn't show or say that he cared about his brothers outwardly until recently. beel shows and verbalizes that he cares

but it's evident to everyone around them that their bond is unbreakable

GIVE. ME. MORE. SOFT. MOMENTS. LIKE. THIS.

shit like this makes me miss seeing my little sister every day and bugging her (if you're reading this shut up)

[8-rae-rae-8]

This was meant to be a drabble I swear 😭

Soap had always looked up to him. His captain, his boss, the man he trusted to have a clear head on his shoulders. Price was the one he could safely go to when he needed him.

But then John was captured and he was suddenly the captain of two new men. He wasn't cut out for it - he knew. How could he wrangle two masked men who were definitely wrapping themselves in each other's arms in the showers and kissing before bedtime?

Who was he to judge? He'd done the same years before. It got lonely on base constantly, and they were comfortable together. Mactavish knew the rules against it, but he never called them out.

He'd do anything to get Price back, to feel his hugs and gentler affection. He put so much effort into being just like him. Gruff, smoking cigars that he hated, drinking the gross alcohol in his desk, loud and a bit forceful.

It felt like it all for nothing when they finally found Price and he was so, so very different. That wasn't the man he looked up to anymore. The destruction he caused drove a wedge between him and Soap. Johnny was so eager to give the captain back his spot, not realizing how bad of an idea it was before it was too late.

The man he trusted with everything turned into a man that had lost his head. Soap didn't want that, he didn't want the rough words and the harsh touch. It was all different. For way worse.

The whole time he thought he wasn't as capable, but he had to be. If that's what his captain had turned into and still had wanted to trust him, maybe he was enough to actually be good... He had Roach and Ghost to worry about, after all. Price was only thinking for himself.

The old office was abandoned for his own room instead. Small but perfectly fine otherwise. He didn't want to see Price around. The paperwork he filed would put the man behind bars, hopefully for good of the courts worked in their favor and the favor of those he had hurt.

It was only a matter of time before Ghost and Roach had noticed his silence. The way he recoiled at Price's presence. The only right thing to really do was check on him, right? In his room like always these days. Unless it was mission planning, training, or keeping the peace between men, he didn't feel like he had to leave the space. It was safe.

But because Roach and Ghost were so good at messling in things that weren't really their business, they managed to get themselves comfortably tucked into Johnny's room for a chat.

"Captain," Ghost spoke, Roach just leaning onto his shoulder from the side. He didn't speak much, not that Mactavish minded. One less man to talk back.

"Ghost, Roach.." Johnny greeted, leaned back in his desk chair as he looked at them. Not the proper place for a serious conversation but there was a hardly anywhere else.

"You're hiding in your room, sir." Ghost pointed out the obvious, looking forward to the captain.

"At least ye can still see, Riley. Why're ye here?" Soap forced his voice to remain in an abrasive tone.

"it's been too quiet, sir. You're usually out with us." He replied.

"well, it's different now." Mactavish muttered, pinching his brow.

"come on, captain. You're acting like a bloody teenager..." Ghost sighed. "You haven't even met us at mess to eat for two weeks."

"As long as he is here, 'm not planning on it." Maybe a little overdramatic, but it felt very fair to him. Price was different, it felt just like a betrayal with more than his life at risk.

"Then we'll eat in here." Ghost decided, and did not let Soap argue. Even though he was the captain, he let Ghost shut him down. Maybe he needed it, some kind of closeness.

Ghost didn't let any argument stop him and Roach. Everyday for the next week, they all gathered up in Mactavish's room to eat. The looks they got were a little bothersome, but they didn't stop for that. Ghost pushed for them to do it.

The longer they stayed, some papers got put down on the ladder of important things, Ghost and Roach taking that place. The two kept climbing that ladder each day that passed. And as soon as Price was out of there, off his base, out of his team and behind bars, he was open again. Laughing, joking, pushing just for fun.

Johnny was him again. A Captain but one that didn't feel the need to keep Price's things. He didn't feel like he owed him anything. But he owed Roach and Ghost for getting him to laugh freely again. Hell, he owed them for getting him to feel something other than regret. Even the littlest of butterflies in his stomach when they'd talk about literally anything. It could be the saddest talk, and he'd still feel something tug at him, something make him want to lean closer and just listen.

Whenever Roach would talk, his heart with thud against his ribcage. Ghost's laugh would make him breathless. Fuck, what was happening to him? Getting all giddy about just hanging out with the men he knew were already together. It felt stupid, but when they both took off their masks, he felt so incredibly warm. It was a privilege to see their faces, things he never wanted to stop looking at.

It started happening more and more. In the privacy of Johnny's room, they'd take off the masks and just talk. Sometimes Mactavish couldn't help but stare. Jagged scars painted Ghost's face, he swore he never wanted to kiss something more. Roach's face was a little softer, freckles dotted along his nose and cheeks, his unkempt hair falling in his face from time to time. Ghost would brush it away, but Johnny imagined it was him doing it instead.

Fuck, what are they doing to him?

Neither would comment on his staring or the lovesick look on his face. But they'd smile knowingly at each other. Mactavish was sneaky in the field, but at home base, with the men he was growing to adore? No secret was hidden well.

It really didn't take long before Roach had somehow convinced Johnny to sit with them on the bed instead of across from them. It wasn't a big bed by any means, he didn't need one. Their knees and thighs pressed together in the tight space, similar to how they sat on transport to a mission location.

On rough days, he'd sit right between them and lean on Ghost's shoulder, only to have an arm wrap around him. All of them gross from training, or a shit mission, but they'd settle on the bed and relax for a little while.

The comfort, adoration and safety he felt with them was unlike what he felt with Price. This was warm, unforced, clean (dispite the dirt of the job). It wasn't rough with anger and a need for dependence on each side.

They all had their moments. Sometimes it would be Mactavish welcoming Roach into his arms after something went wrong. Other times he'd fall into one of their arms and let himself be comforted. He let them help without feeling like he owed anything in return. There was no 'i owe you's, nothing that would be hurtful in the long run.

Ghost and Roach welcomed him into their space, and let him rest with him. Resting their weary bodies on the same bed together. He was strong, but nothing compared to how warm it felt to accidentally fall asleep against them. Nothing felt like the butterflies that seemed to worsen every day.

None of them commented on how they could easily see Johnny actually relaxing around them. He put away his rough exterior just for a few minutes to themselves.

But every time he saw Ghost and Roach share a kiss, he wanted nothing more than to be in it too. He could be seeing what he wanted when he saw the way they didn't seem as at ease when Johnny wasn't at their sides too.

All parties wanted something more. They wanted Soap in with them. Sharing the more intimate affection and falling asleep together almost nightly.

Soap was caught off guard when he woke up in bed after a small nap and a kiss was pressed against his forehead. A thin mask between the skin and the lips. He practically blue screened. Ghost to his left, and Roach on Ghost's other side.

He didn't say anything, neither did Ghost. But he leaned gently against his side again regardless. It was soft, softer than he deserved. He could still feel the impression of the masked lips on his forehead for minutes after.

"hey..." Ghost whispered as he watched Johnny open his eyes.

"mmh.." Soap mumbled back, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

Interactions like that continued for a few days, Ghost and Roach getting closer with him. Slowly opening him up to minimal affection.

And then it happened. Comfortable in his room, working on a piece of paperwork when Roach and Ghost entered. Gentle hands found a place to settle on Soap's shoulders.

"Captain, take a break... We need to talk." The tone was gentle, serious but not firm. Still, his stomach dropped a little as he nodded. His pen stilled and he set it aside.

"Talk about..?" Mactavish prompted.

"About us?" Ghost breathed out.

"what 'us'?" Mactavish asked as if he didn't understand. He understood, probably too well.

"Me and Gary-" Ghost looked down at him, Soap not even looking up. "I- we.. we want you to be with us."

The captain paused. Be with them, meaning they both wanted to be with him... His stomach twisted in knots, but the butterflies still formed.

"We know the rules, but.. we want you anyway." Roach spoke from Ghost's side.

They want him regardless of if it was wrong, illegal or otherwise... They wanted him still, knowing it could be dangerous. Mactavish had taken bigger risks... Like putting his life in Price's hands before. Ghost and Roach were different, he didn't want to say no.

Slowly, Soap nodded. "Okay."

"..okay?" Ghost softly put pressure on the tensing muscles on Johnny's shoulder. "You have more words than that, captain." He teased.

"You want me, then have me." Maybe not great phrasing, but his head was going a mile a minute anyways. A captain of a deadly team and he couldn't even think before speaking.

There were two sighs of relief from behind him.

"We don't want to just have you, you'll have us, right?" Ghost asked, kneading gentle circles against Johnny's back. A display of affection.

"Any day, Si... I'd have ye both any day." Soap murmured, his head tilting back to see the creases of Ghost's eyes when he smiled. The red of Roach's unmasked cheeks.. Yeah, even without his thoughts straight, he wanted them... If the giddiness and the butterflies weren't enough to say that.

[casurlaub]

Wolfstar and Anti-Wolfstar

So, as promised, I'm gonna get on everyone's bad side now:

The Wolfstar Fandom

I totally get why people who don't like the ship are annoyed with how popular it is. I am a wolfstar shipper and let me tell you something: I, too, am annoyed. Because part of the Wolfstar fandom seems to think that James and Sirius's friendship cannot coexist with romantic Wolfstar, so they play it down. Suddenly, Remus is Sirius's go-to person, suddenly Remus is the one who gets Sirius like no other, and Sirius runs to Remus when he runs away from his parents. James is reduced to some comedic side character without real importance next to the soulmates Remus and Sirius. (And James and Remus's friendship also gets played down). That massively annoys me because one of the reasons I love Wolfstar so much is that I feel it only adds to the love between the Marauders without taking anything away from James and Sirius, because they're up there anyhow, untouchable. So don't you dare touch them!

Besides, I don't think it's necessary, because romantic Jily can also coexist with James and Sirius being the closest of friends.

The Anti-Wolfstar Fandom

So I get all the frustration and the anti-Wolfstar posts (not talking about the latest post I engaged with though, that didn't feel all that anti), and that's fine. You don't have to like the ship. But I draw the line where the hate for the ship seeps into the depiction of their platonic friendship.

We don't have to argue about James and Sirius being the bestest of friends. But I feel that Wolfstar being so popular, and playing down James and Sirius's friendship, led to the anti parts of the fandom playing down Remus and Sirius's friendship - as some sort of counter reaction. Like now there's some resentment for Remus's character.

Remus and Sirius were close friends as teenagers and this is a hill I will die on (Remus and James were too, but this is about anti-Wolfstar, so I'm going to focus on Remus and Sirius). I really don't get how people can think otherwise. We got 'Snape's Worst Memory' and the information about the prank, and that's apparently enough to convince people they weren't really close as teenagers because how could Sirius have done that if they were?

Well... Sirius being dismissive of other people's emotions isn't reserved for Remus. He does it with James with that sarcastic remark after Lily turned him down before a bunch of bystanders, which James clearly hadn't taken well ('Reading between the lines I'd say she thinks you're a little conceited, mate'). He does it with Harry ('Personally, I'd have welcomed a dementor attack.'), he can even be deliberately mean to Harry ('You're less like your father than I thought'). Yet we don't see anybody questioning his devotion to Harry (obviously Harry was more important to him than Remus, we don't have to argue about that).

The truth is, both the prank and Sirius's 'I'm bored... wish it was full moon' are objectively insensitive. But the prank wasn't a big deal in canon and I think we're supposed to think the full moons, too, weren't - at least after they had become Animagi. Because Remus himself says in PoA his transformations were 'the best times of his life' (I'm not completely buying that but I think it's how he sold it, being so grateful that his friends had become Animagi for him and that he had stopped hurting himself at least). They planned 'next month's adventure' and so on. So I think Remus acted as if everything was fine in regards to the full moons (and his 'You might' was some passive-aggressive comment referring to the prank rather than the full moons in general). I really think we put too much weight on both of those things. But it doesn't really matter anyhow, because:

In PoA, they - Remus and Sirius - show such a deep level of trust and respect for one another that it's obvious they had to have been close friends as teenagers (not as close as James and Sirius though before someone thinks I'm implying that. I'm not).

Because where is this supposed to have come from? They didn't see each other for over twelve years (and before that Sirius thought Remus was a spy ready to sell out James). Yet Sirius lets himself be swayed by Remus not to kill Peter, although up to this point he had acted like the mad mass murderer he allegedly was. I've laid this all out before, so I'm not gonna repeat all the details, but he allowed Remus to take the lead, they checked for each other's reactions, they communicated nonverbally. And that's all true whether you see romantic Wolfstar or not. This is because they have some base with each other already, something they had built before Sirius's imprisonment. To me, this means they have to have been close at some point before.

Being close is always a matter of definition, of course. If you claim someone has to know everything there is to know about a person to be considered close to them, then, arguably, they weren't close. That's not my understanding, though

Do I think Sirius sobbed his heart out on Remus's shoulder about what happened at his parents' house? No. Definitely not. Do I think Remus opened up about how he really felt about his lycanthropy? No. Do I think Sirius - and to some extent James too, tormenting Snape after the prank had happened - were dismissive of Remus's emotions? Yes.

But I don't think that means they weren't close. They obviously cared for one another (becoming Animagi?), they cared for each other's opinion (Sirius listening to Remus in PoA and Remus having the power to make Sirius and James feel ashamed of themselves as teenagers already when they were both headstrong and arrogant - I think that's a huge deal).

To be honest I don't get the urge to rank their friendships and compare them all the time. I mean, I see where it's coming from with part of the wolfstar fandom being delusional - defending James and Sirius's friendship in turn, pulling up evidence why the two are the real deal. And I agree. But people are capable of having more than one close friend and friendships evolve with time.

[bonnibuckets]

— too close to the sun | neteyam

pairings: gn! navi x neteyam

warnings: aged up neteyam (FOR PLOT PURPOSES), angsty rivals, physical dominance (tension but not crossing any lines), makeout sesh (nothing serious just teenagers being teenagers), choking (but not sexual)

synopsis: you always felt like neteyam was competition— you felt less than and you hated him...or did you? 

wc: 2.5K+

note: “kurkung” means dickhead

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You grew up alongside neteyam you watched and experienced him mold into who he is now. Neteyam felt like a parasite to you, your family was close friends which meant you were physically close as well. You were an only child— so naturally, you felt pressured by your parents to be a certain way, act a certain way, and look a certain way.

You felt like you were compared to him— that he was better. It gnawed at your insides to be held at such a standard to then only feel like a letdown. As the years went on your hatred for neteyam grew— you wanted to be recognized for you and not just someone in his shadow.

It was exasperating to always be around him like a never-ending loop— you hated it, you hated him. It felt like fire in your body whenever you saw him, heard his voice, or even the mention of him. You wanted to bury his existence into the ground of pandora, as he wanted the same with you.

On the flip side neteyam hated you— he hated your freedom. He wanted it, he wanted to feel free from expectations from his parents. He thought your life was perfect and that you lived carefreely— so he hated you.. naturally. He didn't like that you always had an attitude around him and only towards him, he'd seen you interact with his siblings and others but when it came to him you pretended he was invisible.

It's not like he wished to speak with you but he wanted to be acknowledged by you. He was the next in line so he did feel that ego jab and it set his body ablaze whenever you'd walk right by him and cross your arms and roll your eyes as you pretended he was a tree. He didn't know why— he just knew he didn't like you.

—

“Tuk this flower is really pretty thank you!” you smiled as she held it up. “Let me put it in your hair” tuk jumped up and down and you playfully rolled your eyes as you crouched down. She carefully places the flower behind your ear and gently moved your hair “there! perfect” she smiled big.

“Thank you soooo much!” you said as you picked her up and tickled her and she was laughing and kicking. “Stop! It tickles!” she laughed but it was soon interrupted by an obvious fake cough.

You whipped your head around and saw who it was— your jaw clenched and your body went rigid. You carefully set tuk down and fixed her unruly hair. “Tuk it’s time to go,” neteyam said motioning her to follow, he dared not step too close— to you. It was like an invisible barrier between the two of you, neither one ever getting too close.

Maybe because the thought of being close repulsed either one or— maybe it was for a deep buried down unattainable desire that begged to be released, but was pushed down nonetheless.

—

You rolled your eyes and smiled to tuk “go on little one” you said as she hugged you quickly. You watched her run past her brother and you locked eyes with the devil himself. You hoped he could feel the hate seething out of your pores— hoping to poison him. You wanted the thick tension in the air to suffocate him whole, but it seemed to be suffocating you instead.

You shook your head and scoffed as you turned and walked away not being able to handle the pressure. You scowled as you couldn’t get his look out of your head, the way his face was completely unreadable and his deadpan eyes stared into your soul. You were scared he might’ve seen something you hadn’t planned on.

—

You sniffed as you wiped away tears while touching the top of the water watching it ripple. You sighed and groaned and gently slapped your face to center yourself “don’t let his words get to you”. You looked down at yourself through the reflection, “i’m not that bad looking” you told yourself as you moved your hair out of the way.

“What are you doing?” you jumped and immediately stood up “nothing” you lied. Neteyam crossed his arms looking you up and down, you felt daggers throughout your body and your breath got caught “nothing just got teased” you said exhaling.

You turned back around and waved your hand to dismiss him— it felt weird. He wasn’t looking at you with hatred and neither were you, you were extremely vulnerable but you hoped he didn’t notice.

“Just go,” you said shaking your head as you held yourself with your arms, you watched as his figure appeared in the reflection of the water. “No” you felt anger slowly bubbling up, “why?” you said as your fingernails slightly dug into your skin.

“Because i just…don’t want to,” he said hesitantly. You felt the heat rise and you were trying to hold it back— you didn’t know why everything was weird about this interaction. Was he messing with you? Was he trying to get under your skin? What was he doing? The thoughts racing in your mind were interrupted by his piercing voice.

“Whatever happened don’t let it bother you,” he said and you whipped your head to see him standing all stoic-like. The anger you were caping popped and you felt the words spill before you even think. “What do you even know kurkung!” You immediately shut your mouth tight with wide eyes, neteyam’s face went from emotionless to rage in seconds.

It was a blur— he grabbed you and pushed you into a nearby tree knocking the wind out of you. He hissed and placed his forearm against your neck pinning you. You felt your stomach drop and you struggled against him— “let go!” you hissed kicking. You tried to bite him and step on his toes but nothing was working as he kept his grip. “Shut up!” he gritted and pushed his arm into you harder shutting you up.

You cursed to yourself as you felt lightheaded and were forced to conserve the air that was being taken from you. You stared daggers into neteyam and if looks could kill— both of you would be dead. You wished to claw out his eyes and skin him alive as he bared his fangs at you, you knew he wanted you to submit but you didn’t want to play his game. “Listen to me” he warned and you spat in his face.

He immediately switched from choking you with his forearm to his hand. You gasped and clawed at his fingers, he wasn’t going to kill you but you definitely felt the pressure on your airway. “You’re so damn infuriating!” he hissed and wiped his face, “I try and be nice and this is what thanks i get?!” he yelled getting in your face.

You felt your heart beat race and you felt antsy— you wanted to escape his hard gaze and grip “Let. me. go.” you seethed. You didn’t like what you were feeling something about this side of neteyam made your heart skip a beat. What was wrong with you? He was literally choking you, but you were secretly loving the power he had over you.

“You will learn to respect me,” neteyam said sternly. You mentally groaned, you knew if you didn’t comply you would pass out but if you did you could just go home and forget about this entire situation— at the cost of your dignity. You bit your lip and swallowed your pride as you nodded, “say it” neteyam said tightening his grip and your head was throbbing as your vision was slowly going out.

“Respect i’ll respect you,” you said quickly and he let you go. You immediately fell to your knees and tried to take in as much air as you could as you coughed. “Good,” he said and walked off, you rubbed your neck and bit your cheek because it was going to bruise if it wasn’t already.

—

The “incident” had you thinking for a while, you couldn’t get it out of your head. Every time you thought about it you subconsciously rubbed your neck even though the bruising had healed completely. He was seeping into your mind and neteyam slowly became the only thing that you thought about. You hated him even more because of that— you wanted to get him back and make him pay for it. You just never had the opportunity until now.

—

Neteyam was practicing hitting a target, and you had followed him from home tree. Quietly hopping from tree to tree with your bow. You wanted to show him up and prove that you were infact better.

You watched as he just barely made the bullseye and you smirked. He got visibly frustrated because he didn't hit perfectly, and you were snickering silently. You liked watching him mess up— it made you feel better about yourself in a weird sadistic way. You drew your bow and aimed at his target from above and let it fly— hitting the bullseye dead center.

You smirked and neteyam immediately whipped his head around bow ready and you laughed “I hit the target because you couldn’t!” His face immediately went red from embarrassment and he started stomping towards you. ‘Oh shit’ you thought to yourself as you ran away scared that what happened last time would happen again.

“Get back here!” neteyam yelled as he climbed the tree and chased after you. You jumped quickly as you could from tree to tree trying to lose him. You turned around briefly to see where he was and a branch smacked you in the face sending you back and down to the ground.

The wind was knocked out of you as your back arched and you held your face in pain, “oh my fuck” you said as tears welled in your eyes. Your whole body was in pain as you tried to get up as quickly as possible, but it was too late neteyam had caught up.

“You’re like a baby making so much noise” he gruffed. He pushed you back down with his foot and you hissed as you smacked his leg and got up. “Bah!” he shook his head and as you rose up he looked into your eyes “why did you do that?” he said sucking in his cheek.

“I said it already,” you said walking away, you couldn’t handle this right now. He followed and you groaned “stop!” you raised your voice “whatever you’re trying to do stop it, i hit the target because i followed you because i was noisy and i got hurt so i’m going home” you said as your face went red from embarrassment.

He grabbed your arm and turned you around “but why?” he said as his eyebrows furrowed. You puffed your cheeks and pinched the bridge of your nose “i don’t know! okay i wasn’t thinking” he shook his head. “You know why and you will not tell me” he stared into your eyes and you felt your heart race. He was too close and you could smell him and it was fogging your brain.

You tried to push him away but he grabbed your hands “why cannot you just tell me” he said holding your hands in place as you tried to break free from his grasp. You hissed and tried to kick him but he just got angry and cornered you as your breath hitched when he got so close you could feel his breath. “Tell. me.” he said staring into your soul, you felt like you were going to explode at any second. You wanted nothing more than just to crawl in a hole and pretend to be dead.

“I. do. NOT. know.” you said gritting your teeth, as you squirmed. He licked his lips and rolled his eyes “you think i’m a fool?” he said tilting his head and you felt your cheeks heat up. His eyes immediately narrowed and you hoped he didn’t notice. “No i just rather not tell you” you said jerking towards him and he laughed still holding you. “What happened to respecting me?” your face immediately went white remembering. “I do!” you said trying even harder to escape but he wasn’t budging.

You were getting fed up with all of this and your head was hurting and you wished he would shut up. His mouth kept running but you said spaced out hoping he would talk himself to death but you couldn’t handle it anymore “Shut up!”

He snickered and grabbed your jaw with his hand, “respect” he said as his face got closer. Your breath was ridged and you looked at his lips wishing they were on you. You immediately blinked and shut that thought away as he pulled you back into reality. “I’m sick and tired of this,” he said looming over you. You couldn’t focus on anything other than his face and lips, the way his eyes stared at you with hate.

You looked up through your eyelashes and reached up to shut his mouth. A rush of adrenaline hit you and he immediately pushed you away and looked at you starstruck. There was a moment of silence as you both shared a breathless look before crashing reconnecting lips. You put your hands into his hair as he kissed you as you were his last breath. Opened mouths and opened hearts as you both pulled away for some air as you both looked at each other in awe.

You cleared your throat and he rubbed the back of his neck as you too shared beet-red faces. “Well we should get back,” you said looking off to the side not being able to handle the embarrassment. “Yea..we should,” he said awkwardly as he also looked off to the side. Your heart was racing and you had no idea what to do with your emotions and a million thoughts were racing in your head.

“I don’t really hate you” neteyam said looking at you sheepishly hoping you’d understand what he was truly trying to say. Your heart swelled “i know” you softly said messing with the beads on your song cord. “I’m sorry” he said and you looked into his eyes unsure. You wanted to believe him but you were so scared of being hurt “i am too” you said hesitantly. “I’m also sorry i called you a kurkung” you said as you both shared a little chuckle.

“People’s expectations can push you to think you hate another person” neteyam said as he rubbed his arm. You had never seen him be this expressive or vulnerable and it was a change you weren’t use to, but you knew he was being genuine. Your heart raced as you reached to grab his hand “i see you” you half smiled as you stared into his eyes. His eyes widened and his gaze softened as your eyes looked at him empathetically.

He squeezed your hand and nodded half smiling “i see you too”.

— [fin]

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[kneelingshadowsalome]

Koni respects women right, what if engel gets hit on by a woman 🥰🥰😍😍😍😍🥰😋😋😘😘😘😇😇

Oh my. Oh dear!

Now… we all know König is the epitome of a comphet man. Sadly, he has suppressed his homoerotic feelings (this guy has bathed in comics filled with half nude barbarian warriors, be they men or women, since he was a teenager) and will never address his bisexuality in any way because he's fixed on the ideal of some het idyll.

Which means that girls being interested in his Engel is an alien concept too! Even if König didn't live in denial, he wouldn't view girls as any kind of threat. Engel could never be satisfied with another man, so how could she be satisfied with some woman?

So, when a girl compliments Engel, her style, likes to spend time with her, smiles to her, might even hug her a lot, König thinks his angel has made a new friend. They look so cute together, and he’s just glad she isn't hanging out with males. He completely ignores all the obvious signs until he’s told by Engel that actually, there is this one person…. and they’re interested in her… And she has kindly told them she’s taken but they just won’t stop...

And of course people would want to save her from König! Like, "Girl, you don’t deserve this kind of shit, come on. Let me love you properly…"

And of course König freaks out and is like, "Who is he? I’ll go and talk to him." (read: beat the shit out of "him" or worse)

He’s already at the door when he hears the soft little plea: "Please don’t hurt her," and turns around, completely flabbergasted.

"...Was? Her ?"

There's at least a minute's worth of silence as König tries to wrap his mind around it, recalls that yes, there is this one girl who is always very, very friendly to his Engel while looking at him like he’s nothing but filth...

Guy paces around a few times, and realizes he can’t just go and threaten to kill her, far less beat her to bruises. He might even get some sweet, disturbing, intrusive thoughts of Engel and this girl together, thoughts that don't even make him angry. Then he shakes his head and decides that no, this is a matter he has to deal with, his innocent girl asked for his help so of course he’ll help her. On his way to this woman he finally finds some of his familiar rage, realizing that no matter who they are, someone has just tried to take his angel away from him.

This woman wouldn’t get a beating or threats… But König will definitely have a word with her and then forbid any further contact between these two ladies.

And after that König and this woman stare daggers at each other every time they meet 💀

[total-drama-brainrot]

i come humbly requesting the post about chris’ descent you teased in an ask

Of course! I'll start by outlining how Chris' behaviour changed over the course of the series.

Chris starts off the first season of Total Drama as a huge dickhead, but not an outright morally bereft one.

He doesn't have the same familiarity with the gen 1 cast as he does in later seasons, but he's friendly enough with them - as friendly as you'd expect a television host and de facto caregiver to be to a group of twenty two teenagers. Sure, he's a bit of an arse at times, but it's very rare that he puts any of them in direct, life threatening danger. Most of the first season's challenges aren't outright lethal, in fact many of them are just regular camp activities taken to their logical extreme.

The main outliers here are the two torture-based challenges, and even then most of the mini challenges within are bearable if incredibly uncomfortable and painful - none of them are outright fatal. Plus, it can be argued that Chris himself doesn't have a lot of agency or input on the challenges themselves; he's there to host the show, nothing more and nothing less. At least, in the first season, there isn't any indication that Chris himself has control over the challenges (save for when Chef takes over for an episode, but his challenges are a lot simpler in design and execution than anything Chris hosts, so it can be assumed that was a last minute change.)

Now, it's been a while since I've rewatched Island, but I'm fairly sure Chris doesn't ever show the same amount of glee in the contestant's suffering as he does in later seasons. He's sometimes amused, sure, but there's very little in terms of outright vindication. More often than not, he's just trying to host the show.

Take Island's Chris and World Tour's Chris and contrast their attitudes against each other; time, it seems, developed an almost malicious streak within Chris. He even goes so far as to take his competitor's suffering into his own hands, at his own whims, using the excuse of entertainment value. (Dropping them out of the jet repeatedly at his fancy, deciding to choose the most dangerous moments to have them sing, ect ect.)

And then we get to RotI, where Chris is almost consistantly taking a great deal of joy in exposing the new cast to the horrors of nuclear waste and chemical hazards. His blasé attitude towards their mortality in the cave episode speaks for itself, and the fact that he gives a grand total of 0 shits about Dakota's mutation is the icing on top. By the time this season came around, any semblence of care for others within Chris was diminished.

The question therein is why?

The most obvious answer here is that the repeated threat to his contestant's lives became so normalised, so mundane to him that he simply stopped caring. Or seeing it as something wrong, or anything more than a ratings tool. None of them have actually died yet, so why not continually up the ante? Raise the stakes? Add more thrill to the show he's hosting - that's bound to draw in a bigger audience!

Which is how you end up with situations like Alejandro's and Scott's, where a contestant is injured enough to warrent use of machine-assisted healing and trauma chairs. Two situations that Chris himself is directly involved in, and doesn't seem to care about in the slightest.

Because showbusiness as a whole has a tendancy to reduce the people within it into objects of entertainment. There's a lot of dehumanisation in the world of TV - even reality TV, where people oftentimes play up aspects of themselves to become characters instead of people.

Throughout the show, Chris often talks about things like ratings, or the producers, or other business-focused aspects of entertainment. In his eyes, the teens under his dubious care gradually became little more than pawns in the game of Good Televivion. They stopped being kids and started being ratings jewels - puppets for him to manipulate and torture for his own and an international audience's amusement.

Perhaps there was some pressure from the producers themselves to be crueller to the contestants, to draw in a bigger audience or maybe just to add a sense of thrill and urgency to the challenges. After all, there's a reason shows like I'm a Celebrity are so popular, and it's because the people competing in them are having a decidedly bad time.

So, in his mind, making the contestants go through cruel and unusual punishments and challenges is justifyable because the show itself has benefits from it. He doesn't consider (or, perhaps, just doesn't care about) the harm he causes.

Then here it could be argued that his callousness and the detatched, joking attutide he has towards the suffering of these kids is actually just a super unhealthy coping mechanism Chris uses to get through the horrors of his job. That is to say, Chris is just as contractually obligated to host the show as the contestants are to compete in it, and he knows that they're gonna suffer regardless of his input, so being a Good Host and at least making their pain marketable/entertaining will at least garuntee him a bigger paycheck.

Or maybe he was always predisposed to be sadistic, and his relative niceness in the first season was just him testing the waters of how cruel his TV persona could be.

All I can say as a fact is this; Chris' actions and inactions become far more grevious as the series continues. He blows up a volcano on purpose. He sinks a whole island on purpose.

(He, and the series as a whole, drops any pretense of semi-realism to explore cartoonishly whacky and outlandish themes. Because it's a kid's show, at the end of the day. I'm overanalysing how a children's TV show leaned into the freedom of a fictional cartoon world.)

Saying that, he seems to have taken a step back in the theatrical and outlandish nature of his cruelty for the reboot. Maybe the decade away from Total Drama mellowed him out, or maybe the show just does't have the budget to accomodate for his more ambitious stunts. Who knows?

[sailorblossoms-snowbaz]

A reason I wrote so much about Simon and Agatha as a couple – a subject I would prefer not to dedicate a second of thought to – is spite. Another is because I'm too annoying not to overthink every single detail, and because I notice imagery of romance and shortcuts being applied to them, and I'm sure it happens without much thought involved. It happens because we're used to them, because we take them for granted, because it's hard to question even when we're told it's wrong.

Like the blushy boy looking at the pretty girl while she walks in slow-motion while romantic music (or music that talks about desiring a woman) plays is a movie clich��, and I knew damn well some people were reading Simon's memory about meeting Agatha like that, not because of what Simon actually says, but because of how used we are to that type of scene. Simon's words aren't about desiring her, but about wanting to be like her, about wanting what he believes Agatha's beauty gives her (acceptance, protection... notice how he keeps talking about being untouchable while being associated with her instead of talking about having feelings for her – he doesn't have them!). Same with the ideas of teenage romance, the image of young love I've seen associated with them (like the blushy kids bumping heads or the boy twirling the girl in the air or lying on the grass staring into each other's eyes as sparkles float in their air and so on) or the dozens of times I've seen people get that they're obviously not in love at the start of CO, but then they ruin it with "but they must have been at some point." Gonna be real here: if we were meant to read these two as "used to be attracted or in love but not anymore," I would question the quality of the writing. I would question the author's ability in the genre, because at no point do they ever say anything that gives me the impression that actual love or attraction had anything to do with their choices. But I know the author is good at romance, so I take them seriously when talk about being together like it's duty and expectation and they have no idea of what else they're supposed to do, and the idea of not conforming is too scary to even contemplate, because if you don't belong here something is wrong, etc. In a moment where Simon should be like "I don't want to let her go as a gf, because [insert romantic feelings here]" he's talking to you about how they became friends and how it would suck to stop being friends after so long. He's not ever like "she used to awaken [insert romantic feelings or attraction] but now I just feel nothing"... there's nothing indicating a romance that run its course!

I'm rambling here (don't even get me started on the assumptions regarding the attraction part, especially the ones associated with Simon because he dares to be a boy who happens to not be great at processing and thus doesn't always present things in obvious exposition) but something less important that kind of bugs me....

The image of Simon towering over Agatha. Now, I'll be the first to admit that I neither remember nor care about the canon heights, but this one bugs me in the way heteronormativity and its imagery bothers me when it's not applicable… isn't Agatha supposed to be tall? I mean, neither Simon nor Baz, who I do remember is tall, should be fitting in that girl's hoodie if she were supposed to be a petite pretty little thing who needs to stand on her toes to reach the boy she's dating (I think Baz mentions the sleeves are a bit short for him, but he should not be able to wear that shit at all if Agatha wasn't at least a bit tall, she doesn’t seem like the type to have clothes that are way too big for her). Isn't that an image that pops up simply because there's a boy and a girl? Even if I'm wrong and she's not tall (which I'll call an inconsistency, given the hoodie business) I'll be willing to bet not everyone indulging in this imagery remembers the canon heights either. I mean, a lot of people forget Agatha's eyes are brown, not blue (which I think also proves Simon's lack of attraction to her. Part of his attraction manifest as obsession – he won't ever let you forget Baz's eyes are grey, and he's very detailed about all the shades of gray those eyes can be. One would think Simon is intentionally getting close – close enough to be in Baz's personal space – to be able to catalogue those shades so clearly)

[mymainwastoocluttered]

Birthday Cake (Deuce Spade)

There's actually a tradition about birthday cakes back where the Prefect comes from.

Original idea by @strawberry-pie-thoughts

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

“You think you’re so slick, don’t you, Spade?”

“Ace, as the birthday boy, I can and will punch you if you don’t wipe that smirk off your face.”

Ace can only laugh at the blush covering his friend’s face. The moment the Prefect told them that little birthday tradition of giving the first slice to the birthday person’s most loved, he knew Deuce would fixate on it like Riddle fixates on rules. He could practically hear the gears going inside his head in the days leading to his birthday.

He also heard Trey and Cater gossip about it like the old ladies trapped in teenager bodies they are. Deuce should know by now that there’s no secrecy when it comes to those two, and judging by the knowing look on Riddle's face as he “innocently” sips his tea, even the usually oblivious Housewarden was aware of what is happening.

“C’mon, everyone knows already! I’m sure the Prefect also caught on.”

Deuce is so obvious about it, anyway. Not only did he give her the first slice of his cake, he gave her pretty much the first piece of anything he decided to eat all evening. Got a cupcake? She got the first bite. Got a plate of cookies? The first cookie finds its way into the girl’s hand faster than hedgehogs can run. Got a drink? They have shared so many indirect kisses the last hour, Ace feels like just pushing their faces together and getting them to actually kiss before he explodes in frustration.

“He does have a point, y’know?”

“Not you too, Cater.”

Ace feels Cater’s arrival more than he sees him, leaning forwards a bit to accommodate the weight of the upperclassman on his back.

“Our dear (Y/N) is wondering if her crush is actually aware of what he is doing right now~”

“She’s panicking to Trey, isn’t she?” Ace snorts, giving Deuce a look. Really, who spends the whole evening practically doing a courting ritual and then disappears? From his own birthday party, no less! “Man, you’re being a coward. Just go and tell her, or I’ll do it!”

“Don’t you dare!” that gets Deuce to react as usual, the boy getting up with his fists ready for a fight. “I’ll punt you, Trappola!”

“Who the fuck says ‘punt’, stop trying to sound posh!”

“Boys, boys, not the time,” Cater warns, eyes on his phone. “I just texted her, she’ll be here in a mo, so you, Deucey, better get your shit together, and you, Acey-wacey, are on Grim duty.”

“What?! Why am I on Grim duty?!”

“Because you’re the best friend of the couple~”

“So what?!”

“Who do you think will babysit their kids in the future?”

“I refuse!”

[shreddheir]

EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY! TERUNOSUKE MIYAMOTO VERSUS DIAVOLO! BEGIN!

[Terunosuke verse one] Oh, who are you?

i don't think we've met before.

do you think i'm going to hurt you?

Oh, please. Flatter me some more.

A pale middle aged man, paranoid and far from winsome

Ah, I remember. You're the..."Emperor crimson"

An ever suffering mob boss who's confidence often falters and who offloads all his work onto teenagers and his alters--

Yet you want them to exalt you! don't you think that's kinda odd?

The contrived way you speak implies you're aiming for applause. And now you live through constant deaths with very little pause.

Did I get anything wrong?

[Diavolo verse one]

First of all, I should kill you on the spot.

Men have been disembowled for less info than you've got. You're exceedingly arrogant; I doubt you can stop yourself

but your words come out quite muffled when you're speaking from a shelf.

At least i have a past to hide, though my claim to fame is shame

Because your claim to fame is waiting 5 years to get a name

No, it's not your fate, that's not unique within your part.

people hardly remember you cause you're not out in the park,

When it's just results that matter, you're inconsequential filler, i can skip time just once in your arc and see who is the winner.

[teru verse two]

Are those the best verses you have? I think you're just stating facts.

You only speak the obvious in your low-hitting jabs.

A 15 year old beat you.

My fate took thrice the cavalry. In power scaling terms that means that you, the "king" are under me.

And that's why i can tell from your eyes that you're deathly afraid, you see.

[Diavolo cuts him off]

That teenager had requiem. A power that should have been mine. I was at my apex, everything should have been fine.

The same cannot be said for you. From panel one, you were always screwed.

Your prowess was at sea level when you paid your dues.

You're utterly ineffective, didn't lay a scratch on anyone. I'm suprised you haven't left yet-oh wait, you've got no legs to run!

and yet you still yap on and on, through a mouth that should be gone,

When you totally failed at being even a pawn.

You're broken, "enigma boy", no backstory to destroy,

And don’t complain to me, you know your obscurity is what i most enjoy.

[Terunosuke, now pissed, steps out of the book.]

I disagree. I'm sick of this. You think i should be calm and quiet?

Well, look what i can do while still being canon compliant!

[he pulls out an aluminium baseball bat and whacks diavolo in the face, killing him.]

WHO WON WHOS NEXT YOU DECIDE!