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katriniac · 11 months ago

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OMG you are in folk fairytales and legend Please can you tell me some of the cuteer ones you found even better if involving bears ? I loved interact with your OC too thanks fir joining and pls relax too from time to time and do not rush in answering me either 🙏🙏 I wish you a wonderful day 🤗🤗😘😘

Yesssss, I love them! Since a very young age I have been an avid reader/student of folklore, fairy tales, myths, and legends.

Below I talk more about my personal history/feelings on the topic, and end with my three favorite fairy tales. I hope they are “cute” enough for you!

But first I wanted to answer your question about stories featuring bears.

I tried to think of one in my memory where a bear played a prominent part, but turned up empty. I mean, yes, there is the standard “Goldilocks and the Three Bears”, but I assumed you wanted to hear about something off the beaten path.

So I dug around and found this one for you:

"The Bear in the Forest Hut".

It is a Slavic folk tale about a prince who was cursed to take the shape of a bear, and the brave and kind woman who helped him out of that curse. She had the typical misfortune to have a stupid father and an ‘evil stepmother’ who tries to stop anything good from happening to the heroine.

I liked this one because there is plenty of detail about the trials and tests the girl goes through in order to earn the bear’s trust and break his curse. Even more unique is how the story doesn’t just end right when the curse is broken (like so many folk tales). Instead, it goes on at length about how the two get married, travel over his kingdom, and what happens to the stepmother and stepsister.

@queengiuliettafirstlady What are some of your favorite fairy tales and myths?

How did I come to love fairy tales so much?

I think I can trace it back to my godmother, who was an amazing storyteller. She was Irish, so most of the tales she told me came from the British Isles and dated back to the 12th Century or earlier. The stories I most vividly remember her telling me were about the 3rd Century charismatic (but slightly foolish) folk hero Finn MacCool (or Fionn mac Cumhaill) and his very very clever wife Sadhbh.

As I entered my preteen years (1990s, pre-internet era) a library was built within a 15 minute drive from our rural town. I had never had such a frequent exposure to books before that, except our small school library. My mom would take me to the new public library often and I devoured every book they had on fairy tales and legends.

When I started college, the trend of turning ancient folktales into modern, dark retelling had begun to rise in popularity. Not only was my backpack full of those every week, but now I also had access to scholarly papers through our inter-collegiate online system! I could read published research on people all over the world, those who retraced Charles Perrault’s steps, or compared similar narratives, or discovered a new translation of an old work. It was also during my college years that I discovered The Aaarne-Thompson-Uther index, which categorizes the plots and themes of fairy tales.

When I learned about Perrault and the ATU Index, it changed my self-image.

Of course kids like fairy tales, but we are expected to grow out of those stories as we mature. I still had a deep love of folklore and myths well into my 20s and that made me feel a little silly and childish. But when I discovered that Charles Perreault (a historian in the 17th Century) believed the stories being shared in the oral tradition were important enough to be written down for posterity, that boosted my spirits. And when I stumbled across the ATU Index (begun in 1910, and continues to be updated annually still to this day), which took fairy tales seriously as anthropological artifacts, I was vindicated even more.

These historical efforts were proof that folk lore, legends, and fairy tales weren't just for children.

This short article is a MUST-READ for anyone who wants to have their love for storytelling rekindled and get pumped up to talk about fairy tales. It’s all about hope and courage. I especially appreciated the excerpt from Katherine Rundell when she talks about “the hope that is sharper than teeth”

As I studied more and more obscure stories from around the world, I soon had a list of my top 4 favorites that I came back to:

Katie Crackernuts

The Twelve Dancing Princesses

Beauty and the Beast

The Myth of the Selkie

The middle two I have owned a few printed copies of. They are quite common and have many retellings/variations. But Katie Crackernuts was a story I could only read online; I had never seen it in print.

There are actually similarities between parts of all three stories, which is probably why I love them so much.

I know you asked for ‘cute’ ones, but I don’t know if these really are that adorable. They all have happy endings for the heroines. Does that count? LOL

Katie Crackernuts (collected by Andrew Lange, first printed 1889)

This is a Scottish story about two sisters, one plain but clever (Katie) and one beautiful but simple (Anne). Despite this difference, they loved and supported one another as much as two sisters could. Through no fault of her own, Anne was cursed (you guessed it, by an evil stepmother) with the head of a sheep (or sometimes a donkey or goat, depending on the version) because the stepmother was jealous of her beauty. Katie put a hood over Anne to disguise her and left the house together, never to return.

They eventually came to the kingdom where there was a sick prince. His parents offered rich rewards for anyone who could heal his mysterious disease. Katie knew there had to be a reason normal medicine wasn’t working. She thought perhaps he was under a curse, too. Yep, he was going out at night in a trance to go under a hill to dance with fairies. So she watched and listened and investigated until she discovered the cure and how to administer it. Turns out the way to lift her sister’s curse was under that hill, as well!

She out-smarted the fairies, collected the items from them, and followed the instructions precisely. He grew well and discovered he loved her during all their time together while she was patiently investigating. When she used the cure on her sister, Anne’s sheep head turned back into a human one and the prince’s brother fell in love with her on the spot (of course he did). It was a lovely double-wedding.

The Twelve Dancing Princesses (collected by the Brothers Grimm, first printed 1812)

This is about twelve sisters who are constantly tired and ruining their expensive shoes every night, and no one can find out why. The king has offered rich rewards and even marriage to the most beautiful of his daughters, but any man who steps up to the challenge either dies, fails the task, or is never seen again. Until one clever man (who has been watching this happen over and over) decides to try solving the mystery. The eldest sister (the most intelligent and haughty of the siblings) tries to stop him each time, but he outsmarts her as he follows the princesses into a fairy forest where they dance all night until their shoes fall apart and they drop from exhaustion.

Just like Katie in the story before, he is observant and waits until he has all the information and proof he needs to confront the princesses. He convinces the king, who is angry that his daughters were escaping every night. The man explains they were under a spell that compelled them to sneak out. The king offers him the most beautiful daughter (who is also the youngest and the most silly), but the man opts to marry the eldest because she was the only one who came close to matching wits.

Katie Crackernuts has much in common with The Twelve Dancing Princesses.

Both have very strict rules for entering into the world of fairies, and the “wasting sickness” that comes upon a human who spends too much time in that world (which is also a metaphor for other maladies that were rampant during those centuries, such as tuberculosis). I enjoy that theme of “Good luck if you’re beautiful because your looks won’t save you. You need to be wise, patient, and clever in this world.”

Beauty and the Beast

This was one of my favorites long before Disney made their movie. Almost everyone knows how the story goes, so I won’t make this long post even longer by summarizing it here. The bravery and selflessness of the heroine was very inspiring to me, and I loved the idea of being surrounded by talking furniture and not a single human! I was a very introverted kid. And I guess I loved the idea of a sad prince in an unloveable disguise who needed to feel loved.

Another thing I think is neat about that story is there is an actual author: Gabrielle-Suzanne de Villeneuve, published the story in 1740. Most folklore and fairy tales have a shared origin and no single creator. Not so for Beauty and the Beast. This one has a bonafide author, which makes it unique. Not only that, but the author was a woman!

What Beauty and the Beast has in common with Katie Crackernuts is charity, mercy, humility, and selflessness.

The heroine not only saves herself, but she saves those who are entrusted to her. Who needs a prince, right?? Katie didn’t have to leave home to take care of her cursed sister, but she did. She didn’t have to agree to help the sick prince, but she did. Belle didn’t have to sacrifice herself in her father’s place in that unreasonable pact, but she did. She could have been disagreeable, rude, and throwing herself a pity party the entire time she was captive in the Beast’s castle, but instead she did her best to keep her spirits up and not hate her captor. (Readers: don’t come at me with the whole “Stockholm Syndrome” comment trying to be witty; it’s an old joke that was never funny in the first place.) Katie also tried hard to make the best of an awful situation, and she was never resentful to Anne or put her on a guilt trip. I was inspired by the important values and virtues portrayed by these two heroines.

The Legend of the Selkie

You asked for ‘cute’ stories, but this last one is anything but cute. The Celtic legend of the Selkie is heartbreaking, and there is hardly ever a happy ending. I heard briefly about it as a kid, but never found a published story to read. The oral tradition of the tale goes back to the 13th Century, but it didn’t make it into many books. Then the movie The Secret of Roan Inish came out in 1995. I was 15 at the time and didn’t have my driver’s license yet, so I begged a family member to bring me to the only theater in the entire state that was showing this independent film, over an hour away. It was magical. I bought the DVD as soon as it was available. It was the only thing I could find at that time (remember, the internet wasn’t really used for entertainment in 1995 like it is now) that displayed the Selkie myth, which is:

There are some special seals in the sea who can shed their seal-skin and turn themselves into human women. They are beautiful, quiet, and hard-working. And therefore they are much sought-after as wives by the lonely fishermen of the islands. The legend says that if you find a Selkie in her human form and take her seal-skin away from her, she is yours for the rest of your life. You can imagine the life of servitude that awaits the poor woman! She is usually desperate to turn the house inside out looking for her seal skin and return to the sea, or if she doesn’t find it she will murder her husband.

Fascinating!

Oof, okay. That post went on really long. Sorry. When I start to talk about fairy tales and folklore, I have a difficult time keeping it short, lol. And I didn't even get into the Greek myths! Yikes.

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vespertine-legacy · 1 year ago

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From Pride themed asks: 3, 5, 8 and 9 for Enex, Mena, Moxie and Chatelaine (mix questions and characters however you like) and 16?

thanks, pauletta! <3

Enex (male, cis, bi)

Mena (female, cis, lesbian)

Moxie (genderqueer, queer)

Chatelaine (female, cis, pan)

3. How did your oc discover themself? Did something cause them to question, or did they always know?

Enex - Enex didn’t always know that he was bisexual, but I don’t know if there was a specific “aha” moment to it, or just like, talking with friends about sexuality and being told “honey, you’re probably bi.”

Mena - For her gender, I think Mena and her dad have probably had academic discussions on the sexes and gender identity. Mena just sort of tested things out for her sexuality. She used to identify as bisexual, but then she realized the only man she was ever attracted to was Quinn, and she wasn’t actually attracted to him, she was just attracted to having sex with him.

Moxie - Moxie’s gender identity is queer and their sexuality is queer. She was raised by people who didn’t really put any one gender over another (there were distinctions between them, but no real hierarchy), so she grew up pretty well connected with what some would call both masculinity and femininity.

Chatelaine - Chatelaine didn’t really get a whole lot of time to herself until after she left Intelligence, so got to just, as an adult, discover: huh. people pretty. But as an adult with a strong desire to go back to Intelligence and “kill ‘em all!”, she hasn’t really given herself a ton of time to think about her own identity.

5. How did you figure out your oc's identity?

Enex - Vibes?

Mena - Mostly I just knew in my heart that she was gonna be with Jaesa and also I wanted my tiny Warrior to be a lesbian.

Moxie - A tiny bit of “I should actually pretend I’ve read some Star Wars lore” but mostly just “this feels right.”

Chatelaine - Vibes

8. Have they had struggles with their identity, be it due to internal or external reasons?

Enex - He was born on Belsavis and spent the first few years of his life there. Folks don’t really care what you identify as or who you’re bunking with on Belsavis, they care what skills you are bringing to the table (even if you are just a kid). And once he was smuggled off-planet to go to the Jedi Order, they were more concerned with helping him work through his emotional regulation that with who Enex was getting pants-feelings about

Mena - Mena struggled with her identity for a little while, because she wasn’t sure if…everything with Quinn meant that she was bisexual, or if she’d be a “bad” lesbian if she did identify as a lesbian despite everything with Quinn.

Moxie - I don’t think Moxie struggles with identity at all, and if anyone else struggles with Moxie’s identity, they have a flamethrower you can talk to about it.

Chatelaine - Yes, and I would say mostly for internal reasons, but it’s kind of internal reasons brought on by external circumstances, because being forced to participate in putting psychic toddler leashes on your coworkers for so long that you forget how to actually interact with other people in a way that approaches normal so now you overanalyze all of your social interactions isn’t entirely an internal thing. But yeah, Chatelaine doesn’t really have a super strong grip on her identity yet and has just sort of slapped a label on there like FlexTape to hope it holds.

9. Are there cultural or lore specific aspects to their identity? If applicable, does their species affect it?

Nope, just vibes. For the most part, I don’t have enough of a brain to pay attention to whether or not any of my OCs’ culture or species is significant to their identity.

16. Did you ever change an oc's identity when they were already established? Why?

Yes. I think I’ve waffled on several of my OCs’ identities while creating them, then started sharing Lore about them and said “hey this is so-and-so, they’re X,” and then later either decided something about them because of how their story played out or met a character that changed how I felt about them, or found something in established lore about their species or something…

#swtor oc enex #swtor oc mena #swtor oc moxie #swtor oc chatelaine #pride asks

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loganthrives · 7 months ago

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Hiii! I'm an ace spec writer, and just wanted to give my two cents on this. However I don't know you, or the characters, or the context, so please take this with the biggest grain of salt.

First off, you didn't do anything wrong. I think that its great to even just have asexuality mentioned in the context of relationships by name. I feel like sometimes when media talks about ace rep, they duck and dodge around the word itself let alone defining it, but you don't do that here. I love that your character is upfront by naming the term and defining it. This is good ace rep.

Another thing I love is that you then explicitly go on to say that ace folks can absolutely have relationships and even have sex. I feel like this detail gets skipped over or missed, especially amoung sex repulsed younger aces just discovering themselves and thinking that their experience of not liking or wanting sex is a universal truth amoung asexuals. Its not. I know asexual sex workers and aces in happy relationships with kids. Asexuality is just a label for one small characteristic of a person for how they experience the world, it doesn't define what that person does or how they behave when in a relationship or what they can and cannot do in any relationship. It just means that their relationships aren't (typically) formed or based on sexual attraction. So I also love love love that you've included that reality here. Thank you for that!

The only criticism from me is that it feels like there are panels missing from the conversation.

She (Bea?) mentions it in the context of exploring her own sexuality, but doesn't really elaborate why she considered asexuality in the first place. I would love for there to have been self-reflection on her part just to say that she wasn't sure if she was sexually attracted to Ava or if it was romantic or another form of attraction instead that drew her to this person. Maybe not even in those explicit terms, but just highlighting the difference between what being asexual is like and what being allosexual is like would help to show the difference.

She could ask herself things like: Do I want to be with this person sexually? Does thinking about their body turn me on? Do I think of sex when i think about this person? Is the thought of having sex with them exciting to me? And then answer one of those questions out loud, to show where she falls - the difference being, an asexual person would either say no or feel confused about those kinds of questions, and an allo person would typically say yes if they were sexually attracted to them. She could also pose those questions to the other character (Laz, I presume?) and leave him to grapple with his own answers to the questions.

Laz's reactions and thought process make me think he's likely not aroace (aromantic asexual), as he does say in his internal thought bubble that he does want a relationship with her, which is another point in the comic's favour for representation as far as I'm concerned. While aromanticism isn't explicitly mentioned, I think its good to remind folks/demonstrate that not all asexual people are also aromantic. There are plenty of us who want to be in romantic relationships regardless of where we fall on the ace spectrum or whether we're sex favourable, indifferent, or repulsed.

Again, the only things I know about this story and these characters are explicitly only what's contained within this post. You mentioned that it might be out of character for her to get too elaborate with the subject, and comics have only so many panels and so much room on the page, so it makes sense to pare down spoken conversation and show rather than tell in that form of media. So again, biggest grain of salt, especially since you didn't ask for the criticism in the first place 💜

Now tell me where I can buy/read this comic so I can get more context for these characters pls :D

So in light of it being International Asexuality Day, I wanted to post a few panels from that time asexuality was discussing in Brimstone and Roses...

I remember when this episode came out, I was burned out and depressed as hell (the author's note is proof of that), but so relieved to finally be able to talk about asexuality and explore Laz's sexuality a little bit. It was just a very difficult thing to write for a multitude of reasons, but mainly I'm technically out to my family, really, about being Ace, and so discussing it on a large scale made me want to vomit.

I also wanted to try to keep the dialogue authentic and not a massive info dump, while playing up the fact that Bea is a big romantic.

She might not have been fully accurate with her discussion of asexuality, and I know a few people disliked that I didn't use the "right" terminology for explaining asexuality. I'm sorry. Regardless, it meant a lot to write this episode, and I appreciate the support and love it got, especially among my fellow aces.

Honestly, making this post still makes me anxious, and looking at the comments on that episode makes my heart race, but despite that, I'm still happy with this episode.

I'm sorry if I wasn't the most accurate, or if my definitions of asexuality stray from y'all's, but I was hoping the episode would be a launch-off pad for those who might resonate with Laz's confused feelings for people to do their own research, regardless of whether they believe they're asexual or otherwise, and I hope that it did help people with that.

#asexuality #writing #media representation #happy ace day!#🖤🩶🤍💜#mostly just want to reassure you that this is NOT bad rep #just some people can be assholes sometimes #and that's not on you

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zosociologist · 3 years ago

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"Dating (& re-dating) Till Lindemann Would be Like..."

Till x Black!F!Reader - (A/N: I've rewritten this twice and deleted them both, I'm down horrendous for this man pls send help)

Warnings: you know the usual, my little smutty one to two liners because I'm too pussy to write a full fic🙄

P.S.: 💫WwaBRiM💫 but everyone is welcome to read(:

YOU two🙄

Folks genuinely wondered why you separated anyway

You two clearly had unfinished romantic business😒 y'all have a kid together for fuck sake😩

But we'll get there, we'll get there!

Okay so for starters, you two met way back when in the 90's when Rammstein was a few years old and YOU were an up and coming (and FAST) music journalist.

You were set to cover an article about this "arson-obsessed rag-tag group of robot-like neo-kraut rock-industrialists" (your boss' words not yours) and you found yourself drawn to the occasion

You were tasked with the duty of flying out to Germany for a music festival, where you'd touch base with the whole group, hopefully, and if that didn't work out, whichever one of the band mates you could interview and cover enough informational ground to make a pretty decent article.

Luckily for you, room and board was covered because a good friend of yours whom you attended college with resided in one of the quaint countryside towns, where you'd stay during your trip.

So the day came for the interview to take place in which your friend accompanied you and enjoyed the various attractions and doubled as your translator while you tried to do your job and LOW AND BEHOLD, the entire group was unable to show, except two members. One of their guitarists, Paul, and the frontman, Till.

You found a tented area where festival noise was subdued enough for you to make out your voices in the tape recordings, so that the interview could be carried out like a regular conversation among friends almost.

The interview with Paul went swiftly and your friend acted as a great translator even garnering some moments and laughter from both gentlemen.

The paradigm shift happened when you were starting with a question to ask Till and your friend to translate....when he responds to you directly, saying that "A translation is not needed, respectfully. We can talk."

You don't know WHAT exactly happened to you in that particular moment, but what you DID know is that you suddenly remembered it was the middle of June and 88°F outside.

You started to feel eyes on you as if there weren't any watching before, you felt like a fourth wall was broken.

Paul being done with his part of the interview, excused himself to go check his equipment, and your friend catching on and being your #1 hypeperson left to go "fly-fishing".

So there you were, in a tent, sitting across from this aurally intimidating man, with a coffee table and tape recorder separating you two. It generally didn't mean anything, but it felt? Like? Something?

So you get back on track to start talking about the group, their previous and individual projects, upcoming gigs and digs, things of that nature.

Then you went out on a whim and began asking him about his hobbies, ethical views and pet-pieves, favorite literature, and other things that you had no need for in the article, because honestly you got all the information you needed a while ago...you just enjoyed talking to him.

Deep down Till knew this. He appreciated it, calling you his most amicable interview to date. He found your presence soothing.

You two lost track of time and continued to talk as the sun began to go down and the group was set to go on in an hour and a half. But that didn't really stop either of you.

By this time, the tape recorder was handed to your friend, and you both were accompanied by Till to the Band's tent where every one got settled and ready for their performance slot, and you and Till were still talking through it all, actually right up until the very moment Rammstein had to go on stage and perform.

You got to witness the duality of his personality and mannerisms in real time from the sidelines, and my my, was it bewildering.

A month had passed by too fast and you both thankfully exchanged information to keep in touch. But unfortunately oceans can be a bit of a conflict.

It wasn't until you were at yet another rock festival interviewing a totally different band that you would run into him again, in total disbelief. Mostly due to the fact that the roles were reversed and now he was on your side of the pond.

You two were gunning for the same magazine laying on the bar counter in the diamond vip area, the magazine that had the published conversation between you two somewhere among the pages.

You two kinda just stared at each other for a moment. Just, wordless. No jesters. That is until you both simultaneously pulled each other in for a kiss, which turned hungry very fast. Almost like you forgot you were in a lounge with constant people traffic.

And after all you were still trying to appeal to each other as if you were still giving off first impressions.

That is until you two found an empty bathroom stall and all the professional upkeep went out of the door, pride and all.

There you were, bent over a sink with a hand over your mouth and him warning you, "Du bist nicht gehorsam, sei still oder ich werde aufhören". Long story short: You couldn't keep quiet, but he in fact, did not stop(:

Everything kinda fell in place for you two after that. Schedules were sorted out and you two found time that you probably didn't even have.

Whenever Till traveled to the states and was in your area he'd phone you to let you know he's near.

You'd have the place looking all cozy and homely, your own little safe haven.

Till likes your bed, and NOT just because he's had you on it six ways to Sunday and in several sinful and erotic ways....quite the contrary.

Your bed is sacred to you, in the sense that you wouldn't allow someone you don't trust or feel comfortable with to dwell in it. It's also like your thinking nook, so he lays his head on your lap and twirls his hair as he looks out of the window in deep thought while you read his poems he gave you to look over.

You paint sometimes, and he likes to interpret your pieces. And if he REALLY likes it, he'll write a little think piece to go with it.

You both are kiiiinda angsty due to your respective upbringings but y'all agreed that it somehow influenced a lot of work and artistry that you two have put out in the world, and you're all the better for it. Alternative therapy, you call it.

Never a dull moment between you, and if the moment seems dull to others, it's because they're outsiders looking in and you two are merely enjoying the beauty of each other in 💫silence💫.

When you visit Till in Germany it's like a neverending field trip.

You guys visit his favorite local markets in his town & his frequent bookstores

*y'all even went to a sex dungeon before but that's neither here nor there👀*

You lay out in grassy meadows & skinny dip in lakes & eat fruit clad in underwear sitting in his back patio while the radio plays Tears for Fears throwbacks from the decade prior while you mop the floor with him in UNO, playing with 21 cards each instead of 7 because "fuck the rules, they're meant to be broken and re-written when there's only 2 players" (his words not yours).

You knew everything was set in stone truly when you were introduced to his girls, this was your right of passage and you loved that he felt comfortable enough to share that part of his world with you.

Which is why when it was all said and done, you two realized that the reason you separated for a year or so was because you thought your little support system would eventually come crashing down.

[BREAKUP HEADCANNON BONUS]

Which definitely wasn't the case.

The fear of honest, vulnerable communication and not wanting to be let down and left to survive flooded the better judgment of the both of you.

You two re-kindled your relationship in the most cinematically poetic way possible....

With you, in his dressing room alone while you interviewed him for a sold-out Rammstein concert.

And that sly silvertongued man, tried to wholesomely co-parent his way into your pants:

"Did Cozette's earache go away yet?" "You left our baby's moisturizer back at my place" "Come with us to the zoo tomorrow"

(it fucking worked, surprise surprise!)

So you two were back on the love train like you never hopped off in the first place.

You two are definitely cute together, BUT your child is even cuter, your friends agree and so do the rest of The Boiz™️, Till is pretty sure he witnessed Flake shed a tear when he was putting your baby's hair into little puffs once.

Wholesome couple all-around, DIABOLICALLY sexual sometimes (bought a shirt that says "Motherf*cker" and will wear it out when hanging with you for laughs)....but STILL WHOLESOME none the less!

#When I tell yall.....this wasn't gonna make it out of the drafts😩#till lindemann #till lindemann fanfic #rammstein fanfiction #tillepathy #my writing

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rendevousz · 4 years ago

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sick

avengers x gn!teen!reader

platonic!peter parker x reader

requested by @sunflowerbecca : "hey! a request with the whole teen avengers thing you got gotten on haha, anyways something where the reader gets hurt or faints etc etc and then the rest of the avengers are all worried and frantic as they care for them"

summary: there was a consequence of going on a mission while you were sick

warnings: mentions of throwing up and a tiny fight with bestfriend!peter, avengers babying you as usual

word count: roughly 5k words of utter bullshit me thinks but pls do give this a read LMAO

notes: i'm sorry this took longer to write i was unexpectedly busy on the weekends but here i am i hope you enjoy this <3

"stark, you sure about this?"

"of course i'm sure, capsicle. the kids have been bugging us to let them go on a mission together. i know it's because they just want to mess around without being scolded but this is the easiest mission we've ever gotten since the avengers. besides, they've been pretty good lately so i think they deserve it. don't you guys think so?"

his question was met with approving looks all over the room, except from steve. the whole team except the teens —you and peter— were having a meeting about a simple mission that was supposed to happen that night. you and peter weren't in the meeting because you two were still at school.

it had been months since you and peter started asking the team to let you guys go on missions alone without "adult supervision". it was true that you guys wanted that just so you could do missions without feeling like you were being babysat but it was also because you guys thought that you weren't kids anymore; you could handle simple missions.

"c'mon cap, don't you want to see their face light up when we tell them they can go on this mission together, without us?" clint urged. he knew steve loved the kids, especially you, and he especially loved seeing the way your eyes would light up first before you whole face did.

"okay, fine. but if anything happens to them, you guys are to blame for."

–

school had just finished and you were walking back to the tower with peter. you've been having a killer headache all day and you felt nauseous. you even went to the washroom to throw up twice today. of course you didn't tell peter because he was that type of overprotective best friend who would make you get home if you sneezed more than three times that day. all you wanted to do today was get home quick so you could sleep the sickness away.

yes, you knew you were sick. but you didn't want to tell anyone because like peter, the whole team was overprotective over you and they usually did too much when you were sick. so you avoided that by just acting like you were okay. that was going well so far since all you had to do when you get home was go to your room and tell them you stayed up late last night and needed to catch up on sleep.

of course that didn't go well.

"y/n!" you groaned when peter entered your room uninvited, immediately jumping onto your bed. "yes, pete?" you croaked. his joyful expression turned into a frown when he heard you. "what's wrong? are you okay?"

"yes, pete, i'm okay. just super sleep deprived." you lied, cringing when you felt your head throb once again. "oh.. did you..did you want to sleep? am i interrupting?" he asked, feeling bad. "no, no. it's fine, what did you want?"

"i just came to tell you that mr stark and the team are finally gonna let us go on a mission without them! there's one tonight and they're letting us go alone!" he announced excitedly. you couldn't help the small smile that appeared on your lips when he said that. his happiness was just so contagious.

"but if you wanna sleep then i'll just go with any one of them, i guess," he shrugged his shoulders with a nonchalant face but you knew he was internally begging you to come with. after all, you guys have been asking for this for the longest time.

you look at his hopeful face —one that he thought he was concealing very well— and sighed, flashing him a small smile. "fine, it's friday anyways so there's no school tomorrow. but you're buying me food tomorrow for postponing my catchup on beauty sleep," that is, if you can stomach the food, considering how you've thrown up almost anything you had for the past two days.

the thought of this mission going awry because of you being sick was almost immediately forgotten when you saw the huge smile on peter's face. he pulled you into a tight hug before letting go to jump on your bed. "we're finally gonna go on a mission alone!"

you laugh at his excitement though you wished he could lower down his volume because it was making your head hurt.

later that evening, you were in your room, sitting on the bed after having just finished putting on your suit when a knock was heard. after telling the person to come in, you met eyes with a certain blond haired super-soldier.

"hey, y/n." he greets, sitting down beside you. "hey, steve," you responded with a weak voice. he turned to you with a frown and you knew what was coming. "i'm fine, steve. i already had this conversation with pete. i just need sleep but i can get that after this mission. i'm not gonna be fine though if you wake me up at the crack of dawn to train when you know i just had a late night mission." you sassed, causing him to chuckle.

"okay, fine. i'm just worried about you two. you sure you're gonna be fine? don't need me to come along?" he asked, concern written all over his face.

"yes, steve. pete's been wanting a mission without you old folks for the longest time and i'm not gonna disappoint him by making you come along. we'll be fine, stevie. we're not little kids, we're avengers. we can handle finding a random chip in an abandoned building," you reasoned with him.

"it's not a rando— you know what? just be back home safe, okay kiddo?" he ruffled your hair, earning him a playful glare from you.

the swing trip to the mission location had you even more nauseous than you were earlier today and earlier today was worse than yesterday when the symptoms of your fever all started. you almost let go of peter because your body felt weak and now you were getting an earful from the boy.

"y/n, what were you thinking?! you could've gotten hurt!" he scolded you. you only looked down in guilt, biting the inside of your cheeks. "can we not do this now? let's talk about this back at the tower tomorrow," you waved him off, already beginning to feel the pounding headache getting worse. you started to walk ahead but then he gripped your upper arm, effectively halting you in your steps.

"y/n, if i hadn't grabbed onto you tighter the last minute, you could've plummeted 100 feet down to your death! did you know how scared i was?" his voice cracked and you immediately felt bad.

"you know you need to hold on too when i'm swinging us both! why'd you do that?" he yelled at you and you had to press onto your temple because of the headache that was steadily getting worse.

"look, pete, i'm really sorry about that, okay? that was unintentional but if you're gonna berate me over that, can you do that back at the tower?" you sighed, trying to shrug his grip off your arm but he kept it.

"you don't know the true weight of your actions, do you? you could've died, y/n! how do you think i would feel? being the reason my best friend died? having to go on with life without you? i can't lose you, y/n!" at this point, you could tell he was crying under his mask.

you felt bad. you knew you shouldn't have agreed to go on this mission knowing that you had been sick for the past two days. but you couldn't have let the opportunity pass. you couldn't bear to see peter disappointed after waiting for this moment for the longest time ever. but standing here, looking down as peter yelled at you while crying, you were starting to think that it was better to just see his disappointment. anything was better than seeing your best friend cry.

"pete, i truly am sorry. i love you and i would never leave you. but can we please get this mission over and done with so we can get back to the tower as soon as possible? we'll talk about this later," you told him and you immediately felt him let go of your arm.

"okay, fine! since you wanna get the mission done so bad, let's do it! i'll take the east side of the building and you'll take west. we'll split up so can find the goddamn chip quicker. that's what you want right?" and before you could say anything, the boy was already out of your sight.

you tried to keep your tears at bay but when that was the first huge argument you had with your best friend, it was kind of an impossible task.

so with your weak muscles and a breakdown that caused your headache to get even worse, you slowly trudged the west side of the building, looking for that stupid chip that the team wanted you to find.

you were beginning to think that the only reason the team sent you both here was because to find a tiny little chip in a huge abandoned building was like finding a needle in a haystack; definitely not something adults like them could bear to do.

but it obviously wouldn't have mattered to you and peter since you guys could do it peacefully without being pestered every two minutes about your whereabouts during missions. it obviously wouldn't have mattered to you and peter because if that argument hadn't broken out, you two would be enjoying each others company as you looked for the chip together. you could've been singing and joking around like you two wanted to. but of course that couldn't happen because of you.

you stopped in your tracks when a particularly harsh wave of migraine hit you, causing you to lean against the wall. your vision blurred as you tried hard to clear it but it wouldn't. your throat was dry and it made you think; when was the last time you drank water? you barely had energy in you from skipping meals due to your inability to stomach them.

now you were actually regretting coming on this mission. the last thing you saw was the dirty walls decorated with spray painted graffiti.

"oh my god, is this it? KAREN, is this it?" peter asked his built in AI. "yes, peter, this chip matches the picture that mr stark sent you."

"yes!" he cheered, grabbing the chip and storing it safely. "this mission probably would've been a lot more fun if y/n and i weren't fighting. we would've had so much fun. these walls had countless of stuff we could've laughed and joked about." the boy sighed before pressing a finger to his comms.

"hey i uh, i found the chip. where are you? we can go now." he said, waiting for you to respond. but you didn't. "c'mon, y/n, it's been two hours. you can't still be giving me the silent treatment, are you?"

silence.

"look, i'm sorry for lashing out on you but like you said, let's settle this at the tower. tell me where you are. i'll come get you and we can swing back as soon as possible."

silence.

"goddamnit, y/n! answer me!" he huffed out in annoyance. and when he was met with silence once again, he decided to have KAREN do a scan.

"y/n is at the exact same spot you landed on two hours ago." KAREN showed him the scan of the building and highlighted where you guys landed on two hours ago. he felt his heart race when you seemed to be lying on the ground, motionless.

"what's wrong with them, KAREN? why is y/n lying on the floor?" he asked in concern as he sped up to where you were. "y/n seems to have lost consciousness. according to FRIDAY, they have been showing symptoms of a high fever since yesterday."

peter cursed as he ran towards you when he saw you from afar. how could he have not noticed that you were sick? and it wasn't a simple cold but a high fever. now he was the one who felt bad. he should've suspected it from how different you had been acting since yesterday. that must've also been the reason you couldn't hold on to him properly.

he immediately crouched down to you when he reached you, examining your body for any external injuries. he cringed when he saw dried blood on the side of your forehead. you must've scraped it upon impact on the rough concrete.

"how long have they been out?" he asked KAREN as he picked you up. he proceeded to web you onto his body as extra precaution in case he accidentally let go while he swung. "approximately 2 hours, peter. right after you stormed away angrily."

"okay, KAREN, there's no need to make me feel bad. can you call mr stark?" peter asks the AI as he frantically swings you both back to the tower.

"kid? what's up? did you find the chip?" peter could hear the background rock music being lowered down and from the metal on metal clanking, he could tell tony was in his lab.

"i did but can you, uh, please get medic ready?" he was breathless as he kept swinging from building to building all while holding onto your unconscious body. immediately the metal tinkering sounds as well as the music completely stopped.

"what happened, kid? are you alright?"

"i'm okay, mr stark. it's y/n. they fainted." he told the man. "fainted?" the man exclaimed. "what happened? how long were they out?" he urged the boy and peter could hear that he was walking quickly and he assumed it was to get the medic team ready and to inform them of the situation.

"2 hours," he admitted quietly as he landed on the tower's hangar. "i'm here. i'm bringing them down now." he ran down towards the hospital wing with you in his arms.

once he reached down, he was met with the team waiting, worry etched onto their faces. wanda was the first to notice him and peter saw that her eyes were teary. before he could say anything though, the medic team appeared and proceeded to cut off his webs wrapping you to him. they immediately put you onto the stretcher and they wheeled you into the room, peter's gaze lingering on your unconscious self once he took off his mask.

"what happened out there, kid?" sam asked softly when peter slid down against the wall, staring expressionlessly at the wall across of him. "peter."

"we had a fight, okay!" he let out, taking the team by surprise because he was always such a calm and patient boy. they had never seen him this angry or upset since they first met him.

"we were swinging and their grip on me loosened so i got mad at them. but they kept pushing the matter aside like it wasn't a big deal, like it wasn't a life or death situation so i lashed out and decided that we should split up to look for the stupid chip since they wanted to get back to the tower so bad." he explained, eyes red as he had been crying a lot that night.

"i tried apologising like ten minutes after but y/n didn't respond so i assumed they were giving me the silent treatment but i found them unconscious two hours later. i'm so sorry," he apologised, breaking down as he put his face in between his knees to avoid looking at the team. they were probably mad at him for letting this happen to you.

"kid, why are you apologising? it's not your fault,"

he slowly lifted his head up, to meet the kind smiles of the team. "because the only reason y/n probably went on this mission was because they knew how much i wanted this. they put their own well-being aside just to make me happy and all i did was lash out at them."

"how were you supposed to know y/n had a high fever? we all didn't know either. it's not like we spend every waking hour with th—" clint was immediately cut off when nat nudged him with her elbow. peter had an unamused expression on his face. everyone knew you and peter were practically attached at the hip, always having training, and not to mention, school together. you two even spent your free time together.

"what clint means," nat glared at the archer. "is that it doesn't matter how much time or how little time we spend with y/n. that kid is stubborn as a bull. they could literally have been shot and we wouldn't know until we actually see the wound. my point is, y/n's the type that doesn't want to worry us. and you're their best friend, they knew how much you wanted this mission so that's probably why they didn't tell you. you can't blame yourself for this, peter."

"i know but they did this for me and i got mad at them. they're a much better friend to me than i am to them." peter dropped his head back down between his knees.

before any of them could respond, doctor cho approached them. "as you all know, they have a high fever. i suggest you all come visit tomorrow because they most probably won't wake until then."

"okay, will do. thank you, doc." the doctor smiled before excusing herself. peter then got up to go back to his room to wash up after handing tony the chip.

tony could only sigh when he looked at the boy's back that was growing smaller as he walked farther away.

the next day, you woke up with a terrible headache but you had gotten used to it from the past two mornings.

"good, you're awake. how do you feel?"

you squinted to get used to the bright lighting and your gaze settled on the female doctor by your bed with a clipboard. "like shit." you croaked out. she chuckled. "that's expected. your fever has calmed down now, do you feel anything else?"

"this headache makes me want to rip my head out and i feel weak." she nodded, jotting down on her clipboard. "okay. that's all i needed to know. you should come to us if you're ever unwell, y/n." you gave her a guilty smile before nodding.

"there's a glass of water on the table if you want. the team wants to see you so i'll send them in?" you nodded and she left to bring them in. you looked at the bedside table, seeing the glass of water she mentioned and only now you realised how dry your throat had been. how you managed to verbally respond to doctor cho, you didn't know.

you slowly reached out for it, struggling because your whole body felt weak. "y/n! stay in bed, i'll get it for you." you heard a stern voice scold and you immediately fell limp on the bed.

before you knew it, steve was already by your side with the glass of water. he held your face in one hand while the other held the glass near your mouth. you smiled gratefully and took your time drinking the water, having been dehydrated before you passed out.

"you're still burning up," he noted, settling down on the chair beside you. the rest sat down too and you couldn't be bothered to ask how the heck were there so many chairs in the room. "how are you feeling, y/n/n?" bruce asked, sitting down across steve.

"like shit." you repeated your answer to doctor cho. before steve could open his mouth to tell you to watch your language, you turned to him with a bored look and a raised eyebrow, causing him to close his mouth immediately. boy, were you scary when you weren't about to take anyone's shit.

"why didn't you tell us you were sick, bubs?" wanda pouted, fixing your hair that you were sure looked like a bird's nest at the moment.

"i didn't want to worry you guys. you're adults who have much more important things to worry about. a kid throwing up and experiencing headaches shouldn't be your priority." you admitted, subconsciously playing with nat's fingers. she had gotten used to you doing that when you were nervous or overwhelmed so she let you.

"what are you talking about, y/n?" she held onto your hand, stoping your movements. "anything related to your safety and well-being is a priority to us. you had us worried sick last night, bub." she looked down at you with soft eyes, releasing her grip on your hands so you could continue playing with her fingers.

"yes, you worried us lots, y/n. wanda would not stop crying last night when she heard what happened." vision said, prompting a smack from said woman and a hushed 'vis!'.

"i'm sorry, guys. i initially was just going to stay in my room until i got better but when peter told me about the mission, i couldn't bear to say no to him. he was so happy about it and i didn't want to disappoint him. and i thought i could take it because it literally was the simplest mission ever. but the breakdown i had after our argument was physically draining and i guess i couldn't take it. i'm sorry. god, i only didn't want to disappoint peter but now i've disappointed you guys too." you bit the inside of your cheek to control your emotions, not wanting to seem even weaker in front of these adult superheroes.

"you didn't disappoint us, y/n/n," bucky started. "you've done so well, you've made us proud and you keep making us proud. we just wish you would tell us when you're sick or you just need someone. you don't have to keep everything to yourself. what are we here for? we love you and we're willing to do anything for you. you're our baby." he ruffled your hair and you give him a tired smile. "i'll keep that in mind."

"do you want anything to eat?" sam asked and you paused, trying to figure out whether you would be able to stomach some food or not. "you know what? i'm gonna go and make you some porridge right now. don't move." he told you, as if you could move with these overprotective heroes surrounding your bed.

almost immediately after, wanda got up too. "i'm going to make sure he doesn't burn the kitchen down." she said, leaving the room after a small peck to the side of your head. vision then left too after wishing you a speedy recovery. only bucky, steve, natasha and bruce were left.

"y/n, you know you can come to us if you're sick, right? i know you and you probably think you're troubling doctor cho if you go to her despite it being her job. but we're family, you can come to us anytime. you always help me when with 'the other guy' and you help everyone with basically anything they could possibly need so why wouldn't we do the same for you? you out of everyone in this tower deserves the most." your eyes watered at his speech. you pouted and looked at him with your doe eyes, making the rest of the team internally coo at how adorable you looked.

"bruce," you lower lip jutted out even more as you opened your arms for a hug which he happily accepted. "hey where's clint, tony and pete?" you asked them once you let go of bruce.

"clint went out to get your favourite smoothie from that place you always talk about even though i told him already that you probably don't want it since you're sick." natasha explained. "aw, i think i'm gonna drink it solely because clint made an effort to get it for me."

"you're too nice, bub. but expect it in an hour or so because i know for sure that idiot somehow got himself lost trying to find that shop." you chuckled at this, leaning back against your propped up pillow. "what about tony and pete?"

"peter feels really bad about this whole situation so tony is trying to cheer him up. wait," steve stopped mid-explanation, turning to the rest. "stark told us to get him when y/n's up..." he trailed off and bucky's eyes widened. "he's gonna kill us for him not being the first person y/n sees when they wake up."

"FRIDAY, inform stark that y/n is awake."

"oh yeah he has an AI why couldn't he just tell the AI to inform him instead of us forgetful humans?" bucky questioned rhetorically and before they knew it, they heard frantic screaming and thudding of footsteps before the door was open.

"my baby! you're awake!" was the first thing you heard when the door slammed open. tony rushed in, pushing bruce away as he immediately pulled you into a hug. "you're still burning up, cupcake. have you had anything to eat yet? drank any water yet? here have some water," he grabbed the glass of water steve helped you drink earlier and did exactly what steve did. you had no choice but to drink.

"sam's making them porridge," nat told tony and he turned to her with an incredulous look. "wanda's helping." she added and he sighed out in relief before turning back to you.

"cupcake, you had us all worried last night. please don't ever do that again, okay?" he said, gently caressing your cheek. you gave him an awkward smile. "where's peter?"

"he's taking a swing. he says it helps clear his mind," tony said. "how are you doing here? nice room? comfy bed?" he pointed to the bed you were on.

"i'd much rather be in my own room, on my own bed." and without a warning, steve already had you in his arms while tony went to go tell doctor cho that you were being moved. the blond super-soldier started walking while natasha walked closely behind, dragging your IV drip along so it doesn't get ripped out of your arm.

when you reached your room, you were gently put down on your bed and steve fixed your blanket so it was covering you. "comfy?" he asked and you nodded with a big smile.

"i have to finish some stuff up down the lab," bruce said and you nodded at him with a pout. "i'll come back sometime later, though. you better be resting up all day." he warned jokingly. he ruffled your hair, planting a kiss on your forehead before leaving your room.

"can you tell pete that i want to see him when he comes back?" you told tony and he immediately sent out a text to your best friend.

after about an hour of just steve, nat and tony entertaining you, sam came back with wanda with the porridge and tony insisted that he feed you or you he wasn't going to let you see peter.

"alright, bub, i think you should really get some rest now. you can barely keep your eyes open," nat says, already getting up with your empty bowl of porridge. "we'll tell spiderboy you're asleep."

"okay," you mumbled, eyes already fluttering shut. you felt every single one of them give you a forehead kiss and then you were out like light.

when you woke up later that day, you felt much better than you did the last time you woke up. you decided that you now had enough energy to take a quick shower so you did. once you were done, you dried your hair while humming to a random song before the door opening interrupted you.

your eyes met with peter's guilty ones. "h–hey, you're awake," he stated and you nodded with a small smile, sitting on your bed and peter doing the same.

"look, y/n/n, i'm really sorry about what happened. i shouldn't have lashed out on you witho—"

"pete," you cut him off. "don't apologise. i'd be mad too if you did something as stupid as that." you reasoned. "yeah but it's not like you did it on purpose! you had a valid reason and i got mad at you for it." he spoke in frustration.

"dude, stop. i'm the one who's supposed to be sorry. i should've just told you i was sick. but i didn't want to upset you because you've been waiting for this for the longest time. but i ruined it for you. i'm sorry, pete." you rested your head on his shoulder and he rested his on top of yours.

"i wanna say that i'm the one at fault but then this conversation won't end until like next week so let's just say we're both at fault, yeah? you need to start telling people what's happening with you and i need to be better at reading you." he said, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into a hug. you hugged him back. "okay."

the door then opened, revealing bucky with his stupid shit-eating grin and you knew what was coming. you let go of peter and immediately you were lifted off the bed and over bucky's shoulders as he excitedly chanted about team movie night.

the night was spent watching a movie with the team you considered your family and them pampering you even more than they usually did (which, frankly, was still too much) since you were sick.

and right when the movie ended and everyone was preparing to head in, the door to the common room slammed open and a disheveled clint entered, holding a single cup of smoothie.

"got your smoothie, y/n/n!"

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Fic: The Boots

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: The Equalizer 2

Ships: Dave York x you (definitely established relationship, no mention of kids)

Additional tags/warnings: umm where do i even start? bdsm, daddy!dave, sir!dave, name calling, dirty talk, spanking, light bondage, fingering, squirting, fellatio, face fucking (no gagging), tit fucking, unprotected PiV sex, choking, but also aftercare and dave is very mindful of your boundaries, i must have forgotten something pls let me know. People please wrap your shit and don't look to this as some kind of manual on how to do this because i clearly have neither an idea nor proper training!

Summary: There is no plot, folks, there is only porn.

Words: 5,204 (oops)

A/N: i would like to respectfully point out that while i may be looking down the infamous dave york pit i am merely looking and still have no desire to fall into it. i can be an honorary member, though, and if anyone needs a ladder or a rope, let me know.

>>Just left work. Terrible traffic, it's gonna be a while. Wear the boots for me.<<

You read the text from Dave with a smile growing on your face. “The boots” are over-knee stiletto boots in patent leather that you bought for a college Halloween party that you went to as Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. You never got rid of them and when Dave first saw them, he told you in very clear terms that you were never to throw them out. Now you only wear them on “special occasions” and this apparently is one.

>>What’s the magic word?<< you write back, and the reply comes almost instantly:

>>I wasn’t fucking asking.<<

A shiver runs down your spine, and hot anticipation fixes deep in your belly; a damp weight pressing down towards your pussy. He’ll be rough tonight. He’ll fuck you from behind and you’ll keep the boots on.

You can’t fucking wait.

You dash upstairs and take the boots out of the wardrobe, then fish out the silk stockings and a garter belt, all in black. Black is also the expensive, tiny push-up bra that you only use for sex because it sure as hell doesn’t do anything to keep your tits in place during normal daily duties. But Dave loves it – guys are so fucking easy, I swear to god – and you love how crazy he goes for you when you're wearing it.

You get undressed and don the garter belt, stockings, and the bra before wrapping yourself in the short kimono of see-through black lace. It’ll tell him at one glance that you're not wearing any panties, and it’ll drive him wild - but he'll keep himself in check and unleash his desire in small doses that will make you wild. He won't take you until you're a quivering mess, crying for his cock.

Just knowing this makes you slick already.

As you're tapping a touch of perfume on your wrists, behind the knees, and in your cleavage you hear his car on the driveway. You make sure to descend the stairs from the second floor just as Dave comes in, making you the first thing he sees.

You can see that he’s stunned for a moment before regaining his cool. Slanting your hips to one side you stand quiet on the last step, waiting.

"Good girl," he eventually says as he starts to loosen up his tie. "Safeword?"

He's getting right down to business. You wet your lips.

"Cerebral."

"That's right, princess."

He comes up to you, dark eyes fixed on yours, and you see from his frown and how his jaw is set that he's had a stressful day. He's going to take it all out on you and you’re going to let him, because he’s also going to take care of you.

Now in front of you, Dave leans forward to lightly touch your neck with his nose. His deep inhale makes you shiver.

"You're wearing that perfume I like," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble in his chest. "Good girl, trying to please me."

You're about to thank him when he pushes his hand between your legs, his finger reaching into your pussy, so you gasp instead in surprised pleasure.

"But this isn't the cunt of a good girl now, is it?"

You mean to answer but before you can, he grabs you by the neck with his other hand and brings your face to his. His kiss is searing and has a tang of too much coffee and stress. He sucks your lower lip into his mouth, then bites it, making you flinch. His big hand tightens around your neck and then fists into your hair, pulling you away from him.

"Answer me," he prompts you. "Is this the cunt of a good girl?"

"No, daddy." He slides his fingers out of your pussy and gives it a light smack, making you whimper.

"Try again."

"No, Sir."

"That's more like it." He holds up his slick fingers and you let him push them into your mouth.

"This is not what a good girl tastes like, is it?" he coos as you suck his fingers, tasting the tangy sweet of yourself. You shake your head as well as you can, given that he still has one hand fisted into your hair and the other in your mouth. He hasn't even started yet and you're already locked between his hands and loving it.

As he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, you hazardously let your teeth scrape over the skin, not biting, just giving him an illusion of tightness. He notices it and to your surprise, he lets it pass. It’s a little treat he allows you. A smile plays in the corner of his mouth and he takes a step back, letting his gaze sweep over you once again.

"Try and be a good girl and go get me a drink," he tells you. "Then come to the living-room."

"Yes, Sir."

You have to brush past him as you take the last step down to the ground floor, and you feel his eyes on your back and ass when you walk to his study, where his favorite bottle of whisky is waiting in the liquor cabinet. You sway your hips and as the lace kimono caresses your bare ass you can't help but yearn for the spanking you're certain to receive. You grab a tumbler and pour two fingers of the expensive Scotch before going to the living-room, where you find Dave relaxed on the couch, legs spread wide and a bump showing in the front of his pants.

“Your drink, Sir,” you say softly as you hand him the glass. He immediately takes a sip and gives you a little wave.

"Show your body to me, princess," he orders you, his voice rough and syrupy at the same time. "But if you touch your pussy, you'll be sorry."

"I won't, Sir, I promise." You wish your voice wouldn't be so weak, but it is because you are dripping and yearning and melting for him. Steadying yourself as best as you can, you step back a little and turn around. Feeling Dave's dark eyes resting heavily on you, you slowly run your hands down your sides, all the way down to the hem of the kimono, before going back up, this time under the lace. You shift your weight to one foot, knowing it’ll make one ass cheek seem plumper than the other, and direct your hands back, skimming your fingers over your buttocks. The kimono’s hem resettles softly as you run your hands back up your sides. Slowly, you turn around while sliding your hands up to your chest. Cupping your breasts, you feel your nipples tighten against the stiff fabric of the hard cups, and you outline the round form of your tits with your hands, smiling a little. Dave's staring intently at you, predatory in his focus. You have his full attention and you know he wants you just as much as you want him. He’s just better at waiting. If he’s in that mood, he can play with you forever, deny you release until you're mad with desire. And with you in this outfit, you know he's going to make the most of it.

"Sir," you venture, "may I put some music on?" You suddenly want the soft beat of drums to accompany you as you seduce him - because that's what you're doing now. He may be calling you his little slut, he may spank your ass until you can't sit, he may decide when you're allowed to cum and how many times, but one word from you is all it takes to stop this game. You both know it and it makes you drunk with power.

"You may, my sweet little pet," he drones. You smile a secret little smile and saunter, hips swaying, to the kitchen, where you left your phone. You hit up the Spotify playlist you've compiled for these nights only, link up to the stereo system in the living-room, and press play. The first song starts playing and it’s Wicked Game, your all-time Chris Isaak favorite.

Dave nods his approval as he sips his drink and you stand in front of him again, a few feet away, and start to undo the sash around your waist as you sway to the music. Opening up the kimono, you give Dave a full view of your tits in the skimpy push-up bra, the garter belt that covers a few inches of flesh around your waist, and your sopping wet pussy. Slowly, you slide the kimono down your shoulders until it glides to the floor in a whisper, piling around your booted feet. You meet his eyes with a feigned shyness and you can see boundless arousal and adoration through his mask of discipline. You know him well enough to know how much this turns him on - and if you didn't, the outline of his hard cock at the front of his pants would be testament enough.

Moving your hips gently to the rhythm of the song, you close your eyes and let your fingers play over your skin in feathery caresses, the hot wetness between your legs growing heavier and heavier for each breath. You know he wants you, wants to bend you over and slam into you from behind, fuck you silly...

Then you forget yourself. Your hand slides down your front and you breathe out a small moan when it skims over your clit.

"What did I fucking tell you?" Dave barks, startling you. You open your eyes and find him frowning at you.

"Not... not to touch myself, Sir," you admit. "I'm sorry."

"You'll be sorry." He waves you over, like you're the help. You walk up to the couch, hands clasped in front of you. Every fiber of your being is on edge, waiting for the verdict.

Dave regards you with something you could only describe as compassion.

"Filthy little girl. You disobeyed my direct order." He shakes his head in disappointment. "Turn off the music. I want you to hear everything when I punish you.”

Hands shaking at the prospect of what's about to happen, you pause the music and your phone down on the coffee table before returning to Dave. He pats his thigh.

“Here. Over my knee.”

A little too eager, you kneel on the couch and get on all fours across his lap before sinking down onto your forearms. You can feel his hard cock against the softest part of your belly and you didn't think you could get any more turned on, but now your pussy is clenching around emptiness and weeping for lack of fulfillment.

"Arms back, you insolent little thing."

Your cheek is pressed against the couch seat as you lose the support of your forearms. You hear the smooth hiss of Dave’s tie coming off and then he crosses your wrists at the small of your back and ties them together. You let your weight down onto his lap, your bare ass up in the air.

“How many do you think you deserve?” He sounds almost tender as he caresses your ass cheek with one hand, the other holding your restraints, forcing your arms up and back.

“T-ten, Sir?”

“Ten is a good number, my pet. I think ten is enough. Now, count them out.”

You hold your breath as you await the first slap and when it comes, your head jolts up. Your ass stings, not too badly, but enough for you to moan.

“One!”

The second whack comes on the other cheek and a little lower, hitting the upper part of your thigh as well.

“Two!”

The third one is harder, two of his fingers landing very close to your dripping pussy.

“Three!” you wail, breathless and squirming, the shiny leather of your boots squeaking when rubbed against each other. You feel the stiff length of his cock against you, and you know your movements make him less inclined to control himself.

“Stay still or I’ll start again from zero,” he warns you. You nod, but that’s not good enough.

“Words, baby girl. Use them. Or are you so cock-hungry that you’ve forgotten how to?”

“No, Sir. Sorry, Sir, I’ll stay still for you” you press out, and he rewards you by sliding his fingers between your thighs and quickly passing them through your soaked slit. Although the touch is brief, it’s like a soothing balm on a terrible itch, but the relief is temporary and the burning is even fiercer after.

“Good girl,” he praises you and draws his wet fingers over your ass. “Let’s continue.”

Each smack is harder than the previous and adds to the scalding heat on your buttocks but you stay as still as you can, call out the numbers, take the pain, deal with the hungry pulses of your empty, yearning pussy. Just a little longer, just a little more. He’ll reward your efforts later. He’ll take care of you, he always does.

When you reach ten, your ass is on fire and the heat is matched only by the burning of your weeping pussy. Your breaths come in shallow and labored, not only from the pain but also from the rush. You did it. You took your punishment like a good girl and now Dave is going to let you cum, please God that he’ll let you cum.

“Good girl.” His voice is pleased and turned on, but calm, so very calm, only the hint of breathlessness behind the low baritone. “You took that so well, my precious princess, you did so well. I’m very proud of you.”

“Thank you, Sir,” you whimper, craning your neck so that you can cast a desperate glance up at him. “Thank you for the punishment.”

“Are you going to be good now?” He sounds almost loving and you catch the ghost of a small smile on his lips. You nod as best as you can with your cheek against the couch seat.

“Daddy’s going to take care of you now. Are you arms okay to continue?” The switch from Sir to Daddy tells you that it’s your turn now. He’s got you.

“My arms are okay, Daddy,” you confirm in a little sob as he caresses your smarting ass cheek, giving it a little squeeze. “Please, Daddy, I’ll do whatever you want, just please be good to me.”

“Daddy has you, princess. There’s just one thing…”

Oh God, no, what? You wait with bated breath.

“Daddy has had a really long fucking day and can’t stand to hear any noise anymore. I’m going to make you cum, my pet, but one sound from you and I’ll take my hand from your filthy little cunt and start all over again with the spanking. Do you understand?"

You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly dry and your throat clenched. How on earth are you going to survive this?

“Are you still with me?”

"Yes, Daddy." Your voice is less than confident now but you need him now, you’re surely going to die if you don’t get his fingers in you right this fucking second.

“Up on your knees then, little girl. Let me have a look at that pussy.”

You turn your head so that you’re face down against the expensive fabric of the couch and the boots squeak when you adjust your legs so that you get your thighs spread and elevated from Dave’s thighs.

“So wet, one might think you enjoyed your punishment,” he murmurs almost gently. “You’re dripping for Daddy, aren’t you? Daddy’s going to make you cum now, princess, don’t you worry. Just stay quiet and Daddy will be so good to you.”

You hold back a shout when he starts to rub your clit, it feels like an orgasm in itself to finally be touched by his deft fingers and then, Oh God, oh Jesus fucking Christ! his fingers are inside you and fucking your g-spot quickly with an obscene squishy sound. You bite down on your lower lip so hard you taste blood as the orgasm overflows your pussy and soaks Dave’s lap.

He doesn’t let you come down from your quick orgasm but goes on relentlessly through your pussy’s convulsions, drawing another wet climax from you just as quickly. You’re shaking, almost cramping, and tears are forming behind your closed eyelids, you can’t take it, how can anyone take it, but the couch muffles your loud breaths and you take it, embrace the intensity, hold onto the release instead of the tension, and so you begin to relax and when Dave makes you squirt a third time there are stars dancing on the inside of your closed eyelids but you channel it into a long, hot exhale and the thrashing of your booted feet.

“Good girl, that’s Daddy’s perfect little princess,” Dave compliments you, his fingers still buried in you and one pad applying gentle pressure to your tingling clit. “You took that so well, you’re such a good, considerate girl for Daddy. I’m going to let you cum one more time and now you can scream. Let Daddy hear you, princess.”

Your head snaps to the side, letting you breathe fresh air again. Your shoulders are straining a little but you whimper a thank you to him before he takes up his ministrations again and now you can cry out, no, you’re screaming like he’s about to murder you as he makes you cum one more time, your release splattering all over the place when he fucks you through it. You can smell the earthy-sweet of your cum and the dark musky cologne of Dave, you get drunk on it, you’re absolutely hammered from your release, from Dave’s fingers still teasing your overstimulated clit.

“Thank you,” you sob, your whole body shaking, your shoulders aching a little from how you fought against the constraints of his tie. “Thank you, Daddy.”

He doesn’t answer you right away but when he finally withdraws his fingers and you breathe out a sigh of both release and bereavement, he immediately brings his hand back in a wet slap against your sensitive folds. You yelp in surprise and from the reverberations the impact spreads through your spent pussy.

“You’ve made such a mess, you little slut,” Dave growls. “All over my pants and the couch.”

Your heart misses a beat.

“I’m sorry,” you plead and he grabs you by the band of your bra and pulls you up. Your head swims when forced upright so quickly after having been lower than your hips for such a long time and you lose your balance for a moment and almost fall off the couch. Dave’s hands are on you, steadying you, his eyes seeking yours for confirmation that you’re okay. Once he has a small nod from you, he grabs you by the back of your neck, forcing you to look down.

“Look at this mess.” It’s indeed a mess: his pants are soaked and there are several large wet stains on the light upholstery of the couch.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you mumble, although the sight makes your cunt bottom out. This is arousing, victorious proof of what your body can do, what he can make your body do. Stains can be washed out: orgasms like these can’t be faked.

“You can’t call me Daddy when you’ve behaved like this,” Dave reminds you harshly, and you immediately correct yourself.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“I bet you are. I think it’s time I make a mess of my own, don’t you, little slut? More for you to clean up.”

You suck your lower lip into your mouth, tasting the iron of the blood you drew earlier, and you can barely meet his steely dark gaze.

“That little oral fixation you have there, let’s use that,” he murmurs. “Here’s a little taste.”

He shoves his fingers, wet and sweet from your pussy, into your mouth, and you suck them greedily, your eyes focused on the bulge in his pants. You know what’s coming up and you’re ready for it.

“Eyes up,” he commands you and you tear your gaze away from his cock and met his eyes as you swirl your tongue around his fingers, like you would during a blowjob. Dave’s focus on you is absolute and only to the trained eye are the smallest hint of cracks visible in his face. He wants you so badly.

“On the floor, on your knees,” he tells you, suddenly pulling his fingers from your mouth. Inelegantly, with your back bound arms and high heels, you get off the couch and on the floor and you wait impatiently for him to finally unbuckle his belt, pull down his zipper, and take out his cock.

“I’m going to fuck your filthy little mouth and you’re going to take it like the dirty slut you are,” he tells you matter-of-factly, but you can definitely hear a tightness in his otherwise so controlled voice.

“Yes, Sir,” you nod, eager to please, to let him experience the same pleasure he has given you. Scooting to the edge of the couch and spreading his legs so that you can move in between them, he holds his thick, rigid length in one hand and directs your head to it with the other. He only lets you give the ridged shaft a few tentative licks before he shoves it into your mouth, not far enough to trigger your gag reflex but deep enough to make you salivate and moan against the leaking tip. The taste of precum invades your mouth within seconds.

“Choke on it,” he grunts as he begins to move his hips, hand fisting into your hair. He’s big enough for you to have made it clear once and for all when you started dating that if he shoves that dick down your throat one time, you’re out the door. Deep-throating is to happen on your initiative, or not at all. He respects that, like he respects everything about you and these power plays of yours. His hold of your hair is rough and his thrusts are ardent but he keeps his hand around the base of his cock to shorten it, make it just right for your mouth.

He still gets in deep and the rough, repeated plunges make your eyes water and as you stick your tongue out flat under his cock to provide extra sensation, you drool all over yourself and him.

“Dirty baby girl,” he groans, “I’m going to fill that pretty little mouth of yours with cum and we’ll see just how messy it gets.”

You moan in response and look up at him, letting him know with your eyes how much you adore him using you like this.

“Cock-hungry little slut,” Dave growls and you can see that he’s coming undone, letting go: his eyes are losing their focus, his mouth is open, jaw slack, his fingers clawing at your scalp. You murmur deep at the back of your throat to stimulate him more and when his breaths become more labored you whimper and press down on his cock, urging him to fill your mouth completely. He removes his hand from himself and places it on your head, holding you there as his cock trembles with his orgasm, and just as you feel the taste of him intensify you pull back, getting his thick cum in the front of your mouth and on your face as his cock leaves your mouth. It bobs in front of you and you lean in and lick it, suck the tip gently, feeling Dave shiver from his cock to his fingers, still latched onto your skull.

“Did I tell you to pull out?” he grunts, a little breathless. You look up, innocently placing a kiss onto the thick head of his cock.

“Sorry, Sir,” you breathe huskily, knowing he loves to see you like this, with his cum and your spit drizzling from your lips. There’s nothing he can do to you anymore that you can’t take.

“Keep it hard for me, my pet,” he tells you sternly, “and I’ll fuck your dripping little cunt.”

He doesn’t need to tell you twice. Your pussy is aching for him, you want him to fill you up like he does so well, so you lick and suck the tip of his cock to keep it from going flaccid. When he suddenly pulls you up from the floor and shoves you down on the couch, you give a little whine when your ass smarts. He straddles you, staying high on his knees, and you’re effectively caged between him and backrest. You can reach the tip of his cock again with your mouth again when he presses it between the tight, firm cups of your bra, passing it up and down the flesh of your tits.

“You’ve been a patient, good girl,” he grunts, cupping your cheek and smearing out the drying semen on your chin with a broad thumb. “Do you want Daddy to ruin you, sweetness?”

“Please, Daddy,” you moan against his cock before it slides down between your tight tits again. “Ruin me. Fuck me. Use me as you want to.”

He’s rock hard and you want him in you so much it almost hurts. You need it. And you definitely need to get off your seat because your ass is fucking sore.

“Your wish is my command, princess.”

He dips down to crush his lips to yours in a blazing kiss before pulling you up and flipping you over so you’re bent over the arm rest.

“Arms, baby girl?” he checks in with you.

“Arms are good, Daddy.”

“Let me hear how good it feels when I ruin you, baby girl.”

He takes hold of your restraints and grabs his slick cock with the other hand. Without ceremony, he plunges himself inside you, all the way in, making you cry out as he connects with your red, sensitive ass cheeks. He pulls out and slams into you again, eliciting another scream from you. Holding onto the tie that keeps your wrists together, he starts to fuck you vigorously. Each deep thrust splits you open anew and you wail with the delicious force of it, the way he claims you, hammers your already exhausted pussy that nevertheless is drawing towards yet another orgasm. You’re hoarse by now, your mouth is parched, but you keep vocalizing, you need him to fuck you raw, it doesn’t matter that each slam into you makes your ass smart, it only heightens the sensation.

“Please, Daddy, please,” you moan loudly, “please let me cum, I need to cum.”

He pulls you up by your arms and wraps his other arm around you, reaching down between your legs, finding your clit. Pulling at his tie around your wrists, he manages to loosen the knot without slowing down, and as soon as your arms are released he’s free to throw his arm around you and close his hand around your throat. Your shoulders are sore and the joints pop when you force one arm up and around you, pulling at his hair to bring him closer, and the other hand reaches back and claws at his hip, urging him to go even harder.

“Give it to me, Daddy, please,” you sob and as he hits you like a freight train and his fingers are pressing down on your clit mercilessly, the edge comes faster than you expected.

“That’s it, baby girl, come all over my cock” Dave grunts into your ear before biting down on your shoulder and just then your pussy clenches in one last, violent orgasm and you scream right out, your whole body convulsing.

“Thank you, Daddy, thank you,” you cry as he still fucks into you. When he unwraps his arms from you, you lose your support and fall onto your shaking forearms on the arm rest, still moaning from the aftershocks. With a couple thorough thrusts, now with both hands on your hips and fingers sprawled out and digging into your flesh, Dave finally falls apart and moans your name as he empties himself deep inside you.

He leans down over you, panting against your sweaty skin – funny, you never even noticed you were sweating until now – and places a couple of breathless kisses up your spine. Sliding out of you, he takes a couple of deep breaths as you collapse into a shivering heap in the couch corner. You can only breathe and let your body float in the weightlessness of pleasure and bonelessness, if you try to feel anything else you’re surely going to die.

You dimly notice after a while that Dave gets up, and a little moment – or an eternity, you really have no idea – later he’s by your side, coaxing you to lift your head enough to have a drink of cold water. It’s heavenly and you manage to lift your heavy eyelids as you smile at him.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“The pleasure is all mine, I’m sure,” he smiles at you. “Can you walk?”

“Not yet.”

“Okay.” He bends over and carefully collects you into his arms, lifting you up and carries you to the bedroom. Gently, he sets you down on the bed and you try to help him as best as your spent body allows you to as he starts to undress you. When you’re naked, he motions for you to lie down on your stomach, then disappears into the bathroom but comes back soon with a damp towel and a jar of aftercare cream.

He cleans you up, rubs your shoulders, and mindfully applies the soothing, cooling cream onto your ass cheeks. He takes his time, makes sure you’re okay, and you love him for it so much you could cry.

“How does it look?” you ask, too tired to try to get a look yourself. You can hear the smile in Dave’s voice when he replies:

“You’ve had worse.”

“What a relief.”

He gets undressed and joins you, sighing deeply as he gathers you to him and tucks both of you in.

“Are you okay?” he asks, always mindful of your comfort. “Anything you want to talk about?”

“Well, those boots cause terrible toe cramps and I’d really like to get rid of them…”

“That’s a hard no. Sorry, honey.”

You chuckle sleepily. “I figured."

"If you had any idea how hard it is for me to control myself when I see you in those boots..." he breathes hotly against your skin. "I'd have to kill you."

"Oh, I have an inkling."

You press a kiss to whatever part of him is the closest to your mouth.

"I’m good, baby. You were good to me.”

“You took it so well.” He kisses your forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You’re almost asleep when something crosses your mind, making you mutter.

“What’s that?” Dave sounds equally sleepy but is still attentive.

“The couch needs cleaning.”

He chuckles a little.

“Tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I need my beauty sleep,” you agree with a big yawn.

“You’re beautiful enough as it is, but I second the sleep idea,” he murmurs, kissing you again.

“There he goes, all romantic now that he’s spanked me raw…”

“I want you to feel me for days after this. Then I know I’ve done a good job.”

“There you are, Daddy…” The smile stays on your lips when you fall asleep.

#my fic #the equalizer 2 #the equalizer 2 fanfic #dave york #dave york x reader #dave york x you

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starilicious · 3 years ago

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the bad batch as colors: a headcanon

》 word count: 1010 words

》 a/n: i thought this was a cute idea and i think i may have gone slightly overboard but let's just ignore that. enjoy!

》 misc. notes:

• pls correct me on the chakra if i'm wrong! i'm indian, but i'm not hindu, so there may be some inaccuracies that i didn't catch :)

echo: green 💚

calm and collected

soothing, much like how nature is

green is a survival color, and for two reasons

1) for anyone to survive out in the wilderness, you have to camouflage with your surroundings--hence why green is a common camouflage color

2) echo survived so much and has kept going, just like the soldier he is. he moved forward and regrew, so to speak. mad respect for this man

he also seems to be one of the most balanced members of tbb

not only with his skills, but with his mindset

it's really inspiring tbh

okay this just turned into an echo love letter….. moving on

tech: blue 💙

blue is THE color for technology

aka why it’s perfect for tech!

also calm and collected, like green

blue-colored stars are the hottest stars temperature-wise

and this is relevant because tech is very passionate about whatever topic he talks about, and passion is often correlated to heat!

but blue is also quite soothing and serene--a very constant color, much like what the outside of a ship looks like when you're in hyperspace

tech seems to embody the vishuddha chakra, which is coincidentally blue in color (if i remember my chakras right lol)! this chakra, when balanced, means you feel confident, are great at communicating, and are super creative (to name a few)

when unbalanced, it's difficult to express yourself well, something i think tech often struggles with because of his intelligence

he has so much knowledge he wants to impart on others, but people aren't always willing to listen to him

so he may feel like he needs to limit himself instead of expressing himself

okay that got a bit sad BUT THE POINT IS: tech has his ups and downs and he's working through them like the genius legend that he is

omega: pink 💖

pink usually reminds people of romance, but i think in omega's case, it means something more along the lines of sensitivity and innocence

as a kid, she still has that childish innocence despite growing up with a war raging around and now constantly being on the run

so basically what i'm trying to say is that pink embodies being young, which is exactly what omega is!

she's also pretty sensitive

not just emotionally, but sensitive to her environment as well

she can read the room in so many ways before you can even think to snap your fingers

such an admirable trait

the best part is that she knows that about herself and uses her skillset to her advantage like a queen

wrecker: yellow 💛

alright folks, as we all know, yellow = sunshine and sunshine = wrecker

therefore, by the the only geometric property i remember from my freshman year math class (transitive property), yellow = wrecker

thanks for coming to my TED talk

okay okay, on a much more serious level, yellow is the color for happiness and positivity and kindness, all of which wrecker is extremely attuned to

much like omega, he can read the room very well, probably better than omega can honestly

i'm convinced it's his superpower

it's such a warm color, just like his personality

slightly unrelated but wrecker is an actual heater, and therefore a soft, warm marshmallow–i don't make the rules

(wrecker is basically star wars baymax)

even though he’s the macho man of tbb and can get pretty physical, wrecker is quite mindful of himself and how what people can say/do affects others

he is so emotionally intelligent that it HURTS honestly

yellow people also give the best hugs

hunter: red ❤️

red is a power color, which is very important quality to have in a leader

going along with the theme of power, it’s quite a bold and confident color too

this definitely embodies hunter’s capabilities since he is willing to lead his squad through risky missions and come out victorious without any doubts

unrelated, but i just realized his bandana is red

(i shall let you draw your own conclusions about that)

even though red is known for being very bright and almost in your face, i feel like there’s something subdued about it, especially when it comes to deeper reds

there’s a quiet sort of familiarity, something that can ground people easily

so for example, in high stress situations, hunter can pull everyone back together and recenter them easily because it comes to him so naturally

it’s just another reason out of a bajillion as to why hunter is such a masterful leader!

crosshair: purple 💜

crosshair is a very subtle guy

he has a muted and dignified kind of confidence to him, kind of similar to hunter

i would argue that cross is not black as much as he is purple because of the fearlessly mysterious aura he carries–it’s not dark and brooding, like the way a black mystery would be

you can never tell what’s going through his head, what his next move will be–this feeds into the mystery

purple is also a very protective color

crosshair certainly gives off protective vibes, especially when it comes to tech in my opinion

(i imagine tech got bullied a lot for his intelligence/his manner of constantly speaking, so cross would make sure he could protect him because he really cares about his brother and wants him to feel safe)

regardless, he would do anything for his family...i know he’s fighting against that stupid biochip as hard as he can (there’s a reason his sharp shots are always missing his brothers by a hair and serving as “warning shots”)

he’s extremely strong in that sense–the fact that he is constantly at war with the soldier inside him goes to show that he has the strength to sacrifice anything to keep his family safe

if anything, it’s a terribly noble act

and in the west, purple is considered the color of power and nobility

i'll just let you sit with that thought

(my gosh, this really took a hard left into angst town, i did not mean for this to happen… whoops)

please consider reblogging! it really helps me and is super encouraging ^_^

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celestialholz · 3 years ago

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Celestial Live-Reacts: STP 2.1, 'The Star Gazer'

(SPOILERS AHEAD, as you might imagine! Read down at your peril)

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- Uhm I'm sorry is this the opening to Ctrl+Alt+Del AND A Good Day to Die at the same time, HAVE YOU READ MY FICS CBS 👁👄👁

- This is a James Bond opening sequence

- He's so proud he knows Romulan, bless him ❤

- Oh, HE is dead! The more you know

- ... Yeahhhh, no. What *is* this romance nonsense? When has there EVER been anything between him and her?

- ... Awkward...

- Baby!card! 😍 All adventure and adorable

- "Why have you chosen to be alone?" "Idk queen not sure where my immortal husband's at rn"

- I love how English his mother is 😂❤ Really sticking with the theme there of being the most English French people ever. Also I love her and she's a girl boss 😍

- Earl grey, cold 🤣

- What *is* Laris talking about, that this has been building for a while? From WHERE exactly, pls explain

- THEY GAVE ELNOR A THING 🖖 Bless up, king ❤

- Hologram Rios! Seven! Beautiful folks everywhere 😍😍

- Is that the AGT phenomena?

- No synth ban; only progression

- Oh hey Agnes, it's once again hugely ambiguous to see you

- Soji's hangout is glorious, my god

- Rios is a captain again???? Like, an official one????? Bless him, he got over his shit 😍

- ... Anyone else forget that these two had sex?

- Sulu reference!

- 'Chancellor of the Academy', much wow

- "You two are so damn self-sufficient, happy to travel the stars..." 🤔🤔🤔

- Elnor has gone from confident young adult to overly tall child lmao

- "Live a little" 😂 I love him so much ❤

- Raffi/Picard friendship is gorgeous.

- Stargazer!

- 'Cigar in the captain's chair' is a VIBE 😍

- "Help us, Picard"????? ... Is that the fucking Continuum?

- BIG MOMMA G 😍 Welcome back Queeeeen ❤

- This bar music is a jam 😍

- "But you'll always be 'captain' to me" - amen ❤❤❤

- "With you pushing a century and me pushing several, I don't really think that at our age we should be reserving anything" 😂😂

- El-Aurians only age 'if they want to'? That's lore, kids

- Another beautiful male/female friendship! They can do it!

- "It's not as if I haven't loved before - I have, sometimes quite deeply." "But always with those that would only be temporary." "That's not entirely true -" "- So you'd never have to fear any of them taking root."

...

"The problem isn't time, it's you."

...

"You've been on your own for nearly a century - why, what's holding you back?"

Okay so a. this is hilariously Qcard and b. a beautiful character piece ❤ Fascinated by whatever this is alluding to, too?

- Oh hello, Admiral Great-Hair 😍

- ... Are you trying to tell me that the Q want in to the Federation, what in god's name

- Picard @ Laris: aight imma head out babe 🖖

- Borg stuff?

- IT'S THE BORG. OHHHH. Never mind my dumbass theories then... they want to join the Federation? Are they sick of getting their arse handed to them by Janeway?

- Nice bit of looping back to the beginning

- "We wish for peace", they say, walking in like the cyber fuckparty from my most vivid vodka nightmares

- Doc Ockto-borg????? That's a new take...

- Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!

- "We're out of options" - swear Rios says exactly that in Ctrl+Alt+Del, and Picard definitely blew himself up for Tapestry Day... and I had a bloody countdown... just call me Benjamin mes amis, I'm a prophet out here

- "Noooon, je ne regrette rieeeeen" 😂 Come on slut, get in the damn frame already 😍

- That was quite the flash... bit pissed off, are we mon dieu? Of all the men in the universe to kill, they have to kill yours huh?

- WELCOME BACK SLUT 😍😍😍😍👁👄👁

- "Oh dear, you're a bit older than I imagined - let me catch up." HAHAHAHA yes! Absolute perfection ❤❤😂 He de-aged just to age, that is phenomenal, and exactly what I wanted - just making a mockery of the whole concept

- "You've been talking a lot about second chances - well, my friend, welcome to very end of the road. Not. Taken." ... Fucking HELL 😍❤👁👄👁

Dear. Sweet. God ABOVE. What a fucking start lads 😍

Celestial rating: 7/10.

Relationships out of nowhere, some great leaps of time more or less waved away though still mostly nice to see, but a deeply fucking compelling narrative, and those last fifteen minutes? Wow.

... I have high hopes, dears...

#star trek picard spoilers #star trek picard 2.1 #jean-luc picard #q of the continuum #guinan #cristobál rios #agnes jurati #raffi musiker #soji #seven of nine #welcome baaaaack bitches 😍#celestial live-reacts #celestial reviews

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7fckingidiots · 4 years ago

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Would you be alright with writing some HCs about the brothers and a MC who's a trans guy? Sorry if it's a tall order or too vague, they're a big comfort for me and I'd like to see what ideas you have bcs your headcanons are fantastic ;w;

HELL YEAH DUDE!!!! IM ALSO TRANS!!! AH!!!!! demigirl rights :3 but i also find a huge comfort in the boys and i hc all of them as trans because no one can Stop Me •• but i really hope you enjoy these and remember you’re valid and i care u so much! Also i hope you don’t mind but i kinda made it gender neutral so every trans folk could enjoy!

The Brothers With A Trans MC

Lucifer

He didn’t know until you came out to him honestly. He knew all his other siblings were trans but with all the work Diavolo gave him and adding new students from different realms on top of that he hadn’t really had time to notice any minor changes in you.

He feels guilty about this and immediately makes sure(like everyone else)to ask for your pronouns, name, and how you would like to present yourself from now on.

Fixes your ID cards and your papers with Diavolo right after dinner

God. He’s such a dad and he gets you things that have your new name on them. You wake up to see you have a new pencil case with your name embroidered on it with matching pencils. God.....he’s so weird i love him so much

Asmo does most of your clothing shopping but for formal wear he takes you shopping! He’s not about to buy you some cheap tux or gown ok it’s gonna be over 2000 grim and he’s gonna get you three of them STOP HIM

He’s not the best with verbal affection so he writes down notes that are like “you looked very handsome/pretty today.” or when he first starts writing them they’re like “you’re a boy/girl/kid. i’m proud of you.” Thank u mr morningstar

You want surgery or to start hormones??? He will stop all his work with Diavolo and spend forever looking up things for you, he wants you to be as safe as possible(pls he almost fainted after he realized you’d have to give yourself a shot like everyday dhdhdhjdhd hc that demons/angels don’t have to do hormone therapy i’m so JEALOUS)

Practices saying your pronouns in his study when you first come out. He just wants to make sure you feel as safe as possible in his care(and he remembers how terrible it felt to be misgendered)

Guess what....he loves you no matter what :)

Mammon

You’re blind as hell if you couldn’t see his top scars but I respect it

King DOES slip up on your pronoun change but always immediately corrects himself. Satan has a spray bottle that he sprays Mammon with when he does it. Mammon is NOT amused but the same can’t be said for Belphie.

Gender affirming activities??? Oh yeah like robbing a bank?? That’s pretty gender neutral and trans right?? Yeah!!! Wow such a good supportive brother.

If you want you can wear the formal wear Lucifer bought you to the said bank heist. Boom trans rights

You can practice painting his nails or doing his makeup if you’re too nervous to do it on yourself first!! Dw if it’s bad he also can’t do makeup or paint nails so once you let him return the favor you’re both laughing and Asmo is distraught.

KING at dying hair he will get you whatever you need and if you want an entire different hair cut entirely he’s ON it

Very used to being Loud and Brash but if you need someone to talk to about anything really he always calms down and sits down to listen to whatever you have to say.

Lots of gendered gifts from him. This said for men??? Oh ok adds to cart. Oh pink??? For ladies??? yeah that can go in there too

You’re never gonna believe this.....But he loves you and supports you :)

Levi

He was the first one to come out to you at the house!! He was just so excited! Same hat!!!

Gets literally any video game where you can design the protag/have custom pronouns and will play games like that with you for hours

Would you like a pride flag.....for u.....He has too many.....Please take the trans flag please he has no room....he bought in bulk for a pride event and didn’t consider the consequences of his actions

Miku binder but irl. He will get if for you but unironically.....thanks King. He just likes binders with patterns and i respect IT

Dysphoria?? He gives you his hoodie bc that was his trademark dysphoria hoodie and i GUESS for you he can share............he would give u anything just ask nicely he’s sensitive

Reads any character that matches up with your gender and is like!!!!! That’s you!!!! OMG!!!! You in da IRL

Goes back and edits his tweets if they use your old name or pronouns(also has he/they in his bio. this is for nothing just makes me :D)

If you haven’t chosen your name he’s gonna suggest so many fictional characters. POV levi kin assigns you.

You listen to music together that just has Trans Vibes.....maybe u cry together but there’s no judgment!! It’s just nice :)

God it’s wild but! He loves u and thinks ur great :)

Satan

Enby Satan. That’s all :)

He’s very quite about it, he supports you! He’s just not loud like his brothers

He brings you book about gender studies and LGBTQ history that he thinks would interest you(there some of his favorite books and they’ve made him feel the most comfortable in his gender)

Gives you a name list if you haven’t named yourself yet! He cares about you and wants to make sure you have the right name that suits you

He’s the one that tells you that it’s ok if you’re still figuring it all out, learning about yourself is a very tricky process and if anyone knows that it’s Satan

Any of the brothers would kill anyone who misgendered you but with Satan that shit is ON SIGHT

Asks you how you know and what were the signs that gave it away to you, but only if you’re comfortable telling him!! He just finds everyone’s experience interesting and would like to know yours as well.

Spells for fucking DAYS Satan personally kills body dysphoria the best he can(mainly bc he’s HIGHKEY afraid of you getting surgery he hates knives so much)

Makes your comfort food for you when you’re feeling down about yourself and will read whatever you want to hear outloud to you.

!!!!!! GET THIS !!!!!! He loves YOU :0

Asmo

Fucking excited!!!! This means you two are going to buy so much clothing together and he gets to style you let’s GO

Buys you whatever you want but he will make you try it all on so be CAREFUL what u wish for.....ur gonna be there till the store closes yeah......

Paints your nails with the trans pride flag!! Also does your makeup and gives you tips on how to look more masculine or fem!!

VOICE LESSONS

He will help you lower or raise the pitch of your voice if it KILLS him. It eventually becomes like a mini class after school

Helps with internalized transphobia! Hes dealt with his fair share and knows how awful it can be and he will NOT being having you experience that as well we r practicing Self Care now

Picks apart any one who misgenders you until they’re crying he has NO fucking time for that behavior in this HOUSE

Sometimes self care is eating whatever you want and sitting in the dysphoria hoodies while watching chick flicks with Asmo

He likes dressing you up but he’s always sure to set boundaries so he never puts you into something that makes you feel uncomfortable

ALSO edits his posts and takes down anything that makes you uncomfortable!!

He loves you so much!!!!

Beel

another one to hand you The Dysphoria Hoodie and it’s very large and comfy!

he’ll help you make out a work out routine that will help you get the body you want and it makes him really happy to work out with you :)

he’s gonna hold your hand if you have to take shots and will give you puppy eyes if you don’t let him. He’s just worried!!!! He wants to help

stands behind you whenever you’re nervous about coming out to someone, he will NOT have someone making you feel bad or misgendering you

he’ll see food with trans pride colors and gives it too you, probably doesn’t even know what it is half the time but it made him think of you so he makes sure to get it for you

he doesn’t trip up on any of your new pronouns or name and makes it seem like he never even knew them. dead name???? what’s that??? a type of sauce?????

will let you vent to him whenever needed and will always make you a sundae after you’ve finished. it’s comically huge but it’s tasty and does make you feel a lot better, thanks beel

makes sure you remember to take off your binder if you’ve been wearing it for more than eight hours! and if you’ve been wearing heels to feel more fem he reminds you to take those off too and has a pair of slippers for you in his room that you can wear instead

hey! get this! He loves you so, so much :D

Belphie

you’re trans? ok kid join the club. he doesn’t make a big deal at all

are you still gonna cuddle with him and join him in his quest to make lucifer’s life difficult? yeah? ok then cool what’s ur name

if he hears someone misgender you he waits till you’ve left the room and just kills whoever did it, dude’s unhinged what did you expect from him honestly

he’s actually really curious about any hormone therapy you’re on and likes listening to you rant about it to him. he likes seeing your face light up and it partly reminds him of lilith

calls your hormones something stupid like “oh dude, your gamer girl juice arrived.” or “hey your little man potion is here.” ...thanks belphie

will NOT let you sleep in a binder or push up bra!!! not healthy!! let ur chest breath guys

like mammon, he gets you gendered gifts but they’re so fucking weird? you didn’t need a girls version of a collectable hot wheels set???? he got you blue lightning mcqueen sheets?????? those EXIST here????!!!!! when does he even shop......

introduces you to new people like “this is our resident boy/girl/human. they don’t do much but i think they’re cool.”

he really does care about you but he remembers when he came out he just didnt want people to make a big deal about it so he’s just doing what would have made him feel the most comfortable, but you can still see how much love he has for you when you look into his eyes

he loves you, so, so much :)

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ahtsumu · 4 years ago

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cOuNtRy BoY i LoVe YoUuU–– miya atsumu.

GENERAL HEADCANONS

☆ y’know that kid everyone hates but all the parents love? that’s miya atsumu for you

he’s such a mama’s boy ugh

she’ll see him with mud all over his jeans and be like “miya atsumu! what’d i tell you ‘bout goin’ muddin’!?” and he’s like “sorry ma! just got too excited”

and what’s she gonna do? nothing. absolutely nothing. she just laughs and shake her head because atsumu’s boyish charm is adorable

osamu hates this !!! they’re always competing for mama miya’s heart LOL

☆ says “mornin’ ma'am how’s your day been so far” to the gas station lady and then roasts the life out of his friends

anyone older than 30 adores atsumu to death and anyone his age thinks he’s the annoying dumb hot guy LMAO

☆ plays quarterback on the football team and he’s damn good at what he does !! he’s taken the team to nationals three times already and he’s hoping to end senior year with a first place trophy

☆ teachers also love him to death bc he’s such a sweet-talker and asking questions as if he actually cares about differential equations and antiderivatives but nooo LOL bby’s just trying to make the GPA cut for travelling

it’s a 2.2

☆ on days without practice he’ll hang out around the school parking lot with the Gang™, leaning against his pick-up truck and blasting music from his car speakers to look “cool”

rlly he’s just wasting his time and even his friends think it’s stupid asf like omg no one is looking. atsumu how r u not embarrassed

☆ drives stick shift and thinks he’s hot shit 😭😭😭 he’s not wrong it is hot tho

☆ plays country trap around the boys

when “old town road” first dropped lil nas x was on repeat for 2 months

atsumu has a playlist of EVERY SINGLE REMIX and he’s like “they’re differENT juSt liSTen!!!”

out of all of the boys he has the WORST taste in country music it’s deadass just lil nas x, florida georgia line, luke combs, and morgan wallen

sometimes he’ll spice it up with a little luke bryan but that’s pushing it 😭

his guilty pleasure is that one farmer song by lil tracy and lil uzi vert

do not trust him with the aux

someone come collect him pls

☆ atsumu’s favourite southern meal undoubtedly has meat in it–– ribs, fried chicken, pulled pork, you name it

but he’s weak for peach cobbler and a side of vanilla ice cream for dessert bc homeboy’s got a massive sweet tooth

☆ he may be helpful in helping out with farmwork but this boy cannot fish to save his life

he has a picture of him holding a MASSIVE trout on his instagram and tinder (which he downloaded illegally for his ego lmfao) but really osamu caught it for dinner one night while camping and atsumu stole it for a 30 second photo

☆ owns camouflage but ironically !

whips it out on days he thinks suna might pull up in camo

why? no one knows. it cracks him up tho LMFAO

☆ atsumu actually dresses quite well–– his style is the typical southern prep:

a pair of jeans/shorts and a crisp button-up paired with double monks

loves a good leather belt

his favourite leather is BROWN leather, thank you very much !

☆ owns cowboy boots and he’s so proud of them

they’re steel-toed and decorated by a simple stitch pattern but it gets all the city folks fawning over him so it’s his most prized possession

HE USES THEM TO IMPRESS CITY FOLK LOL he’s like “howdy” and they’re like 😍🤤😍🤤😍🤤

flirts by asking if they’d like to see his horse i––

☆ like his twin, atsumu is undoubtedly great with animals

dogs love him !! like they’re just naturally attracted to him plus he gets so smiley and happy around them

he was probably a golden retriever in a past life lmfaoo

he’s a phenomenal horse-rider too

he rides the horses out at night bc he just loves the wind in his face,,, like a dog

where he differs from osamu is that he hates the actual work of taking care of an animal lmao

☆ works a summer job at six flags because he loves going on rides for free he’s so cute ugh

DATING HEADCANONS

☆ aside from football atsumu also starts the inarizaki high school slam poetry club, which is, coincidentally, also just the entire football team

listen it’s rlly cute how the slam poetry club was founded ok don’t laugh

after developing a massive crush on you, atsumu realises that he’s got too much of a meathead reputation to stand a chance LOL so he goes out of his way seem more “intellectual”

basically he’s like “i’m gonna venture into poetry bc girls love sensitive guys” and convinces the entire football team to host slam poetry nights in hopes you’ll show up at the shows

he starts leaving little poems in your locker and it’s like rupi kaur shit 😭

“you’re the brightest rose

in this garden

and you

don’t

even

know.

---a.m.”

☆ anyway you don’t even show up to the slam nights (you have ✨taste✨) but you do show up to his games!

☆ and eventually he works up the courage to actually ask you out and ofc you say yes bc he does it in such a cute way ugh

he stops you in the parking lot after a game and goes like “hey, uh, yer in my econ class and all yer comments are always so funny and..” and he’s just word-vomiting and eventually he gets to the point where he’s like “anyway i was wonderin’ if yer free friday night?”

☆ your first date is actually at an empty field near school

you’re just talking and getting to know each other better in the back of his pick-up truck under a bright moon, covered in blankets, each of you cradling a hot mug of cider

it’s kinda chilly but atsumu is literally a furnace

and atsumu just opens up the notes app on his phone and he reads you six poems and they’re all like 4 lines with weird enjambment HAHAHA

“you look.

just like the moon.

---a.m.”

most of his lines are actually plagiarised from popular country songs and you definitely recognise them but he just looks so darn cute awh you can’t rlly call him out rn (but you definitely do later in your relationship)

around two hours into the date he’s like “actually i’m the president of the slam poetry club” and you’re like “oh that’s cool!” (no it’s not omg ur praying he doesn’t start slamming right then and there bc you’ve heard rumours of what horrors the club has produced)

☆ if you like driving be prepared to Not Drive once you start dating atsumu (... or at least drive Less Frequently… unless you cut him a deal of some sort...)

he LOVES picking you up for school and this is the only time he’ll change the music playing in his car !!

he puts on the little playlist he made just for you and it’s got songs like:

cruise by florida georgia line (he literally always runs up to you and randomly sings “baby you a song” 😭)

burnin’ it down by jason aldean

play it again by luke bryan

but your song is “our song” by taylor swift ugh he knows every single line and he’s been dreaming of having a relationship like the one she describes ever since it dropped

ps: he’s actually the world’s biggest swiftie and thinks her earliest albums were the best

he got osamu on board too LMAO they go to her concerts whenever she visits their state. now you do too!!

☆ always drives with one hand on your thigh bc he’s just like that 🥰

☆ tried to learn how to play the guitar to serenade you but it was a miserable fail (he just can’t do the barre chords bc they’re so hard and what for !!)

☆ he’s such a good line-dancer tho

he’ll take you out to dance and it’s just such a vibe to see him smiling under lights, spinning you around at the barn dance with the goofiest smile on his face

☆ any time you guys fight or argue he’ll head out to the pasture behind his house and brood under the moon in the back of his pick-up truck LOL he’s so dramatic but it’s so cute!!

#miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu hcs #miya atsumu headcanons #haikyuu!!

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dex-xe · 3 years ago

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BBC Ghosts x Eurovision

No one asked for this (and I’ve already seen a few people discussing this but haven’t seen anyone go into much detail) but here are some headcanons about the ghosts watching Eurovision 2021!! Eurovision has been one of my special interests since I was a little kid so combining it with my current special interest just seems right!!

(Also pls comment your own headcanons or even better send them to my inbox AND also send new headcanon topics for us to chat about cause I’ve missed doing that!!)

- Firstly it’s definitely Mike’s doing,, Alison jokes it’s a bit tacky and kinda cringe and Mike is *deeply* offended insisting the tack is what makes it fun.

- Alison also really enjoys it but also enjoys teasing Mike about his affinity

- Alison shows the ghosts a few YouTube clips of old years

- Kitty, Mary, and Humphrey are all well up for watching straight away,, also Pat but we’ll talk about him in a minute.

- Robin doesn’t really get the point (countries are a stupid idea according to him so having a country based competition where people actually get serious about it is just daft).

- Thomas and Fanny both hate the clips they’re shown and call it the “lowest form of entertainment” they’ve ever seen.

- The Captain is also above it... or so he says but he finds his foot tapping along to Emmilie De Forest and is *horrified* at himself

- Julian is straight away racist,, a comment here about EU bureaucracy, another snipe there about Russia. Alison shuts his complaining down very quickly and tells him he can’t say anything he wouldn’t be happy someone saying about the UK or else his phone privileges will be taken away.

- Pat is the only ghost who has seen Eurovision before (Julian has always refused on principle).

- He used to watch it with his family and put on a proper spread for everyone (cause we all know Pat was the family cook). I’m talking mini sausage rolls, tiny sandwiches, a cheese and pineapple hedgehog (totally not what my family does for Eurovision every year... hmmm) and then also a trifle cause it’s the most English pudding ever and you gotta support the home side.

- (I’m hungry,, can you tell??)

- Once Alison has explained to them how the show works, most of them agree to watch - Thomas once he learns of the beautiful women competing and Fanny the same with the men.

- The Captain however begins taking it very seriously once he starts to realise the tactical elements of it,, while he likes the performances, he spends the entire afternoon rewatching previous years scoring segments making mental notes of what gets support and who votes for who.

- The evening comes round and everyone gathers to watch in the TV room.

- The second the flag parade starts everyone is engrossed - even Fanny can marvel at the spectacle of it.

- (I’m not gonna talk about every performance cause Jeez that’s long but here are what I think everyone’s favourites would be.

- Robin really loves Finland and Italy,, anything loud and rocky he’s straight up off the floor and jumping along (same Robin, same) but he falls completely silent and watches in awe at the Spanish entry because of the giant moon (he then also asks Alison to buy a huge moon for the living room - she’s says she’ll think about it).

- Kitty is fully rooting for Malta - Lizzo girlboss vibes is what Kitty lives for. It’s also helped that Alison expressed quite an interest for that one as well.

- Thomas is expecting to like the pretty girls but absolutely falls for Switzerland straight away. Curly haired, blouse-wearing emotional guy with incredibly dramatic dancing is just 😍😍 for him (same Thomas,, can’t decide if he’s very attractive or if it’s gender envy or what??).

- Julian supports the UK... he thinks the song is shit but cannot bring himself to compliment anyone else.

- Pat is an Iceland kind of guy (ily dadi,, you were robbed #eurovision2020winners) and he fully finds himself trying to dance along, smiling all the way through their performance. He likes the weirder ones,, the ones were everyone is clearly just having a blast.

- Humphrey likes the emotional ones,, Bulgaria is a favourite. Righttttt up until France - he picked up a little French from his wife, enough to figure out what Barbara’s talking about and is just in tears by the end.

- Mary actually finds herself enjoying the more folky, traditionally European ones. This comes back to my Morris/folk dancing Mary so I feel like she’d appreciate like Ukraine and Russia - also for the like strong woman aesthetic.

- Fanny is abhorred by the outfits and music but does join Julian in his reluctant support of the UK, she instead prefers to mutter her abuses of the skimpy outfits to the Captain.

- The Captain is also drawn in by the emotional ones like Humphrey, specifically France again. However, a shaggy and shirtless Damiano David jumping about the place in eyeliner and tight trousers awakens something in him he didn’t know was there. He’s horrified by the group and the loudness and the outfits and everything but is also very much intrigued in a way that disturbs him.

- Mike also likes Italy quite a bit cause he’s an Arctic Monkeys/Killers kinda guy (he is,, don’t @ me cause me tooooo Mike) and Alison tends to agree with him but also, like I said, agrees with Kitty on the girl power ones.

- Once the scoring starts, the ghosts start getting noisier and talking amongst themselves about the acts and who they would vote for (they’re not allowed to vote cause Alison refuses to pay for her dead housemates to get a vote each).

- The Captain edges closer to the TV as the others talk over his beloved scoring system, completed overshadowing the research the Captain has done.

- It ends with the Captain sat cross legged in front of the TV with Humphrey in his lap explaining precisely what was happening to Humphrey.

- When it gets towards the end everyone hushes up and they all watch as Italy win. Most of them celebrate.

- Fanny is greatly disturbed by the winners and laments the state of music these days. The Captain vocally agrees but also can’t draw his eyes from the screen.

- Julian has some very choice words for the public for giving the UK a big fat 0.

- Kitty says she’s just glad that everyone had a good time and enjoyed their performances. She also wishes that she could go to the show (don’t we all).

But yeah that’s my collection of headcanons for Eurovision,, once again proving I am a massive nerd who spends too much time putting together little stories.

Anyway,, if you have any more Eurovision headcanons feel free to comment them or send them to my inbox so I can reply and add to them. Similarly, if you have any other shows/music/events/literally anything that you think I should make ghosts headcanons for or that you have hcs for then send them over to my inbox as well!! Love yall stay safe, drink some water if you’ve managed to read this far :)

#bbc ghosts

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