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thornfield13713 · 1 year ago

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6, 13, 15 (I was thinking for Rosie bc she's the bg oc I've seen most about, but feel free to go with someone else if you have more interesting answers for them!)

What companion are you platonically close with?

I have...a lot of trouble not befriending everyone all the time, in this game, but there are a few people Rosie is closer to than others.

The most notable example is Astarion, because they got close enough in this runthrough that I actually got his proposition at the tiefling party, and was planning to accept (with the intention of doing the 'you need a friend more than a lover' break-up later) if Karlach hadn't already made her move in the Underdark. Even without having briefly been lovers first, though, Astarion is probably Rosie's best friend in the party, in the same way that Wyll and Karlach are undeniably each other's. She was good friends with the rest of the party in various ways, but Astarion cemented his place as the closest to her by being the one who understood her situation with Bhaal most. They also shared a very dark sense of gallows humour that was often a bit unsettling for other members of the party.

She's probably second-closest to Wyll, though this doesn't emerge until after he's one of the only members of the group not to be (understandably) furious at her after her role in starting the Absolute plot comes out, despite the fact that, of the group, he's probably the member with the highest moral standards. The fact that they're both fundamentally dreamers who wanted to be like the heroes of the storybooks they grew up with helped a lot - Rosie, like Wyll, constructs a lot of who she is from half-remembered stories. She's doing it differently to him, but there's a certain amount of looking at each other and recognising the same coping mechanisms and the same careful construction of outward identity.

Minsc and Jaheira also very quickly became very close to Rosie indeed, once they joined the group as full-time companions. Those relationships are more familial than anything, given both of them make statements to the effect of 'you're family' over the course of the game, whether it's the 'cub' nickname or Minsc announcing that being Bhaalspawn makes him your uncle. And Rosie, who hasn't had a family since she was forced to murder her foster-family as a young child, likes having that to fall back on.

What are their thoughts on killing? Is it a necessary evil or do they enjoy it?

I mean. Rosie is a Dark Urge, which means that she automatically enjoys killing far more than she is comfortable with. Even early in the game, when she was just under the impression that she had a really bad case of the intrusive thoughts, she was very unsettled by how satisfying she found it to kill things, how much she enjoyed it. Which is a big part of why she did her best to avoid killing wherever she possibly could, lest it feed that part of her. This was...not an ideal strategy, as the Urge only got worse for not being placated, but thankfully for a while there were at least enough legitimate instances of no-other-option-but-violence to keep her mostly on top of her urges without random murder sprees.

That said, even killing in battle had a bit of a tendency to leave her guiltily torn between the part of her that loved every second of it, and the part of her that felt that killing ought to be a necessary evil and enjoying it was a slippery slope to whatever it was that led her to vivisect people in her former life (falling down to the Underdark early and getting her hands on noblestalk was enough to give her a relatively early insight into just how bad her past actually was, even if not the fact that she had greater ambitions than just back-alley serial killing) or kill people she wanted to be friends with in their sleep.

After losing her connection to Bhaal, this changed a bit, and Rosie had to come to terms with the fact that she still enjoyed fighting, she found satisfaction in it, and even the moment of the kill had something exhilarating in it still. She'd sort of been hoping her love of violence was purely Bhaal's influence, and it took a few conversations with Minsc and Karlach and other members of the party who enjoy violence, and whom Rosie feels, justifiably, have better grasps on the whole 'morality' thing than she does, to start getting past that sense of shame she feels about her enjoyment of fighting and killing.

What NPC's do they like? Which ones do they dislike?

I'm not sure her complicated feelings re: Gortash, Orin and Ketheric come under this one, but here's a quickfire of some of the major ones:

Depressingly, Rosie liked Alfira from the moment she first met her, and it was probably this immediate liking that led to Bhaal wanting Alfira dead right off the bat. That and Rosie having offered to help with her songwriting, which the Urge does not like at all. Unfortunately, Rosie being in some denial about how serious her urges are at this point, just assumes it's the same as thinking about Astarion's corpse the moment she meets him and lets Alfira come along with her, and- Well. You know the rest. She liked Alfira's hopefulness in the face of everything, she thought her song was beautiful, and was charmed and delighted by her eagerness to see the world - there was the beginning of a real friendship there, which just made what followed even worse.

She's also got a whole mess of feelings about Zevlor. At first, she admires and appreciates his protectiveness of his people, but then...well, then she finds him at Moonrise Towers after hearing everyone talking about how he broke, and there's a moment of absolute, agonising connection when he talks about how much he wanted to be a paladin again, and his guilt for what he was enthralled into doing. Sadly, that was the last she saw of him until the final battle, but there's something going on with those two and their relationships with their oaths and with the idea of being a paladin in general, and I sort of regret that, if Zevlor is anywhere in act 3 before the endgame, I haven't found him yet.

After they start talking, she and Dame Aylin also end up getting on surprisingly well, and I do slightly regret that there's no chance in-game to talk to her about the 'both children of the gods' thing, because it would be an interesting dynamic. Aylin is a bit more bombastic than Rosie, but she's also- in many ways, the sort of paladin Rosie wanted to be, but never quite lived up to. Which means that Rosie likes her a lot, admires her, but is...also somewhat envious of her.

Despite the above, Isobel is...uncomfortable...for Rosie, in that there's a certain...immediate, instinctive dislike there, exacerbated by the Urge screaming at Rosie to kill her even before Sceleritas turns up to make it an ultimatum. The Urge thing does just make Rosie dig her heels in, but that does just mean that she's quiet and awkward around Isobel, has a lot of trouble not rolling her eyes, and just does her best to avoid her at camp, despite getting on quite well with Aylin. Rosie herself can't even justify her dislike, it just...sort of happened?

Someone she is much firmer in her dislike for, however, is Wulbren Bongle. Yes, I know, if not the least controversial opinion in the game, it's up there. It's just- he has someone who cares about him enough to walk into danger and death for the chance of saving Wulbren. And Wulbren spits on it at every turn, treats the person who has gone to such lengths to rescue him like shit, and Rosie, who has...strong and complicated feelings about how people relate to one another, and about the idea of having people who cared enough to look- She wanted to throw Wulbren out into the shadow curse long before things came to a head, but that is the way it goes.

And then there's Sceleritas Fel, who scares her. Not because she fears him personally - even without her memories, she is quite confident in her ability to deal with him - but for what he means. She's as terrified to learn that she used to murder him on the regular (from the noblestalk thing) as she is by his delivering demands to kill her lover, because every word out of his mouth seems to confirm that she was an even worse person than she thought until he started talking, and she's genuinely terrified of just how deep and dark that pit truly is. All the same, seeing him killed to summon Bhaal hurt, in a way she has trouble explaining even to herself.

There are probably others I'll remember later, and kick myself for not including, but those are the ones that came to mind while I was writing this one.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 spoilers #rosie fatrabbit

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ladyhindsight · 2 years ago

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Your revision post is so helpful for my new set of notes, thank you.

(Mild CoT spoilers)

Honestly Thomastair is just like, a normal relationship, and of course the author had to make it weird by making Thomas say he loves Alastair more than anything before they even got together. I was like... how even? They barely know each other besides their time as academy peers. But of course, most of the great love stories of TSC are exactly like that, like you pointed out.

Thomas was obsessed with Alastair because he found Alastair attractive, and that was it, he actively hated Alastair's personality. It's a mystery how that turned into such deep love that of course included loving him more than anything else, that's how love works in this universe

Thomas hating Alastair's rude personality leads to the point that I found interesting about Thomastair/Alastair's development. Alastair's rudeness and insistence on keep his "goodness" hidden.. is mentioned like an actual problem to their relationship.

There's this CoT quote I found particularly interesting and represents what I'm talking about very well:

He only watched Alastair: Alastair being gentle, Alastair being loving, the Alastair Sona had known, but Thomas so rarely ever saw. As Alastair bid goodbye to his mother, Thomas could not help but wonder: If Alastair was so utterly determined to hide that part of himself from Thomas, did it matter that Thomas knew it existed at all?

THIS!!!! THIS!!!!

Impossible to not think of certain TMI and TID characters and even that TLH character who are endlessly loved by several people even though they behave absurdly because we "know" they have good souls and whatever shit. And of course that's how it works, you can do whatever shit, what matters if you're secretly good but misunderstood, people will sense that and love you anyway. Treating people well is not necessary to build (and keep!) relationships! This is the message these books have been sending all along with all the ships envolving a jerkass - and this quote goes and contradicts it all? Makes me think...

(I'm not talking about "person that used to be cool and turned into asshole" bc the ones who loved them will probably keep the hope that they may go back to their kinder version - I mean characters that were introduced to others being assholes from the get go)

The "did it matter... ...at all" speaks a lot, that's the exactly the point. You can have faith that someone is secretly kind, but if they never act like it, does that faith make any actual difference? Absolutely, according to most of the romance in the TSC (and certainly many works in the romance genre, I know)

I actually like the romance trope of the assholerish love interest, I just don't like being manipulated to think that he is actually just a silly funny guy because deep down he is good. An asshole is an asshole, to find him just a silly funny guy should be more up to the reader than treated as a fact by the writing

- R

Big agree.

Barely knowing each other and having loved one another for a long time seem to be the two main options of romance in the series. The only ones (with adequate enough focus) to escape this are Kit and Ty, but who knows how it will unfold. I’d be more understanding of Thomas and Alastair’s relationship if such scenes like the one in Paris had occurred more than once. If there was ever a more solid foundation to the intense love they fall in. But as it is rarely so with any other couple, I’m not really going in Chain of Iron or Chain of Thorns hopeful. Jace and Will are both sparkling examples of being loved despite their abhorrent behavior, just because they are secretly good while showing none of the care and respect to others that they receive.

It’s interesting that Alastair is allowed such perspective (or rather Thomas thinking about Alastair’s behavior), because it reflects on other things that are worthy of noting. What little I have read about the companion stories, one point that struck me odd was the part where Alastair expresses pretty misogynistic thoughts on Charlotte being Consul. I don’t know if it is supposed to be a reflection of the bad company around him, because I can’t otherwise think why he would think that at all. Other than antagonistic characters being written expressing controversial things because they are antagonistic, of course. Much in the same vein like your last message. Any of the Good Guys could never!

#Thomas Lightwood #Alastair Carstairs #Reply

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wander-wren · 2 years ago

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in honor of the chapter i’m posting later, more feels like flying ‘verse worldbuilding. under the cut for length & so people who don’t care can scroll

this is possibly edging into omegaverse energy but i Do Not Care let me have it. anyway. i invented (?? im p sure) a thing.

submissive bonding/submissive defense circles, aka sub circles.

due to biology being Like That, submissives are naturally inclined to bond with one another, whereas dominant’s are naturally inclined to steer clear. biology doesn’t define you etc etc, but it is a thing. (it’s also why, in this ‘verse, sub/sub relationships are relatively rare but socially acceptable, while dom/dom ones are practically taboo.)

we’ll get to defense circles in a second, but bonding circles are much, much more common and the two are similar, so we’ll start there. basically, a dom can only, for lack of a better word, control two subs at once, maybe three, so being in a group equals safety and comfort. bonding circles can be formed for no reason at all between friends hanging out, or specifically to help sub(s) who are stressed, dropping, subsick, etc. it’s a good way to stabilize moods, strengthen relationships, and regulate systems for younger subs who usually don’t have partners but Do have wacky hormonal shit going on. they also don’t just happen by accident; there’s no set activation or behavior, but it requires intention to happen.

it’s possible for the subs in the circle to put each other into a sort of mild subspace this way, but it doesn’t always happen and usually requires at least five people. still, it means there is something of an option for people who don’t want to be around doms for whatever reason, or don’t have one they trust enough around.

bonding circles typically last a couple of hours, even all day. activity levels are pretty fluid, ranging from a big cuddle pile to normal daily tasks (cooking, chores, games), just with the specific undertones of Circle Feelings.

absolutely no doms are allowed near the circle, at all, ever. switches are welcome as long as they’re leaning sub.

if a dom does come near a circle…well, it’s defense time. a defensive sub circle is where the “circle” term comes from; some subs, usually the switchy ones, take on protective roles and form a ring around the others, who become comforters/anchors for them and each other. who’s where depends entirely on the situation and relationships, it’s not an ingrained thing or a constant. the actual “defense mode” only lasts as long as necessary for protection, but the subs won’t be willing to leave each other for several hours, generally.

this part is also why it’s considered a monumentally stupid to circle up with only two people, or even three. it’s a great way to a) make yourselves paranoid and panicked because you aren’t protected and/or b) fail to stop an actual threat.

just so it’s clear, you will absolutely get your shit rocked if the circle decides you’re a threat, and they won’t stop until they decide the threat is contained or they’re physically separated and calmed (obviously a difficult & usually dangerous task).

a relevant note on feral behavior: doms and subs sometimes “snap” when someone they love is threatened, 9 times out of 10 a bonded (married) partner. however, because propaganda, subs going feral is considered extremely rare or impossible by some. it’s relevant here bc aside from a threat to a bonded partner, the next most common cause is a sub circle being threatened. doesn’t happen often, but often enough. feral behavior is defense circle behavior on steroids; a defense circle will subdue you. a feral submissive will kill you.

i haven’t fleshed out the laws or anything fully like the rest of this, but i’m thinking sub circles are probably pretty well protected, definitely count under self defense, etc.

i also want to clarify this isnt a pack-bond thing, its not That omegaverse-y, it’s generally a friends and family activity but it’s not uncommon among strangers, especially if someone is in obvious distress/danger.

SO that got long i was really hyped about this specific bit of worldbuilding, which came about entirely because i wanted submissive relationships to be really strong in this ‘verse. and i had this idea for a scene where a submissive is having a Bad Time for whatever reason and not comfortable getting help from their dom, so all the subs in the room circle up/close ranks and kick ‘em out to help. it spiraled from there.

as per usual feel free to send asks or anything about this ‘verse, i’m trying to remember to talk about my worldbuilding and stuff here but i’m superrrr not used to it and i never rlly know where to start whoops

#feels like flying #fanfiction #d/s au #i did not mentione anywhere in the post that thats what this is but yeah hopefully yall know by now #so often in dominance hierarchy aus i feel like the lowest rank (omegas #submissives) are just. super weak which is Fair if thats your worldbuilding esp in a more dytopian setting #but i wanted to give them some power

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papirouge · 2 years ago

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I'm the anon who sent you the message about pitbulls.

Yeah, I completely agree with you! I hate when pitbull owners just have to take a picture of their ugly ass pitbull beside their sleeping babies to get some internet attention and to show people just how sweet and loving their mutt is. Literally leaving your baby with any animal unsupervised is super dangerous. I read once a story of a man who was taking care of his niece, and he had his Pomeranian in bed alongside the babygirl, he left for a moment to prepare her some milk, and when he returned the Pom was mauling his niece! Unfortunately she passed away from the injuries. So yeah, dont leave your animals, even the small ones, near your babies...

And yeah, a lot of dog owners put up with their dogs filth and smell, and even sleep with them. I have nothing against dogs, theyre nice and all, but i think some people are just too obsessed with them. Like i dont think its necessary to bring them to restaurants or the market, yet they insist on bringin them. I feel like a lot of people idolize dogs to worrying levels...

Have you noticed how a lot of them absolutely despise children? I was reading a discussion the other day about dogs on restaurants, and most said they loved seeing dogs, and wished they banned children from restaurants and airplanes and other places. Or they say things like they'd save a dog over a child in an emergency...

Maaaan.....even Pomeranians..? 😰 I always thought that small dogs where the exceptions but I guess they can be as much dangerous, especially around babies...

I knew a girl who had a baby dog and for no reason he bit her in the cheek. It wasn't too bad, but she ended up having a visible scar... :/ What's weird is that just after attacking her , the dog snapped out of it and started licking her wound, as if he realized and regretted what he had just done.... Maybe dogs can have mental problems too (was he sckyzophrenic?) :/

I remember that post saying that the reasons some people loved animals over humans was because animals were wired to never question you, obey what you told them do, love you unconditionally, etc. When humans are more complex and challenging to get along with. I also know there's a study linking excessive animal love with narcissism... Tbh it all makes sense when you see how those people act like what they have with their animal is much better than any other inter-human relationship...🙄

I don't mind having dog around outside, as long as they're on a leash, AND their owner collect their poo. Here in Paris we have an epidemic of dog poo littering the ground because Parisians/French are filthy and it's really a pain in the butt the stroll in the streets. I hate dog owners exporting their filthiness outside. They should all be fined and shoved in a pit of dog poo as a punishment💩

Trying to ban children from planes is ridiculous 💀 Sure having noisy children around for hours is annoying, but come on....are we really going to separate families traveling for that? Make planes dedicated for families? (family wagons in train are great though) Sorry but it's not that deep.

Oh and there's this running joke in the Black community about White people being more emotional when a dog dies than when a Black person does, and it's totally true. Even when a dog got killed bc he represented a menace, there's always ppl who are like "oh, was it really necessary? 🥺" people went to an uproar when Kim Kardashian shown pictures of her garage and internet sleuths assumed that was were she kept her animals (there's nothing shocking in putting a kennel in a garage idc). White people have this weird defensive stance with dogs they never have with fellow humans from other races. They'll see an unarmed black man being killed on tape and find all the excuses in the world to argue it was okay, but a dog mauling children being shoot down? "maybe there were other options 🥺"..........demonic behavior

#answered #animals

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boyprinzessin · 2 days ago

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coming back to this because it got some notes and I have still been thinking about it. id like to theorize some alternate formations to what canon did and also reply to people.

Killing Shiro

(tags from @scattered-winter)

slightly controversial opinion, I agree with this 100% (sorry shiro lovers that follow me, this opinion comes from a place of love). I think many people have valid criticisms about killing the only (intended) gay and disabled character and I agree with that should be considered, but the way they backtracked made his character a lot less impactful. I think the way to "make up for it" (I don't know how to better word it) would be to explore disability through the other paladins.

as for the burying your gays trope, I think having shiro getting married at the end was pretty nothingburger tbh and just further highlights the weakness of his writing. why the hell would they bring him back only to kill his boyfriend that actually had backstory??? I feel like very little was actually gained by keeping him alive and confirming his gayness.

also if you ever see me advocating for kl to become canon you can assume im being held at gunpoint bc regardless of whether I like the ship I think they're at the most interesting un-established. even though I prefer k/a, I don't think I'd want them canon either. a lance bi arc wouldn't hurt and I think addressing his obsession with competing with keith would make sense but also making him casually bisexual would be fine by me. no relationship needed.

back to shiro, I find kuron very interesting and the idea that shiro's consciousness was stored in the black lion when he died but like. the way it played out was an absolute mess. at the end of the day if I had to choose between a character living to the end or being well written, I'd choose well written. which shouldn't be a surprise considering I have other faves that are very very dead.

What to do with Keith and Allura

In my opinion there's only 2 options besides Shiro for the black lion: Allura and Keith. apologies to black paladin Lance truthers, while I see that could make a sick character arc, Allura and Keith have much higher priority for the position.

Even though I don't like Keith's role as the black paladin in canon, and I love him in the red lion, I think it could have been executed in a more satisfactory way and hope is not completely lost.

In theory the least disruptive way to replace Shiro would be to make Allura pilot the black lion and I'm a big fan of this option. I feel like she was set up in a weird role pre-swap where she was a leader but also stuck on the sidelines?? so she'd slot pretty well into the proper leader position and it would be a nice way to carry out her father's legacy and also take back control from Zarkon as the original paladin.

That being said, I do also really like her as the red paladin because it was Alfor's lion and she's just as impulsive and reckless as Keith. Keith being another Galra pilot for the black lion is also somewhat interesting but not quite as compelling imo. but I could be satisfied with either of them in Red or Black.

Full time Blade Keith??

I think the blades were so interesting as a concept but just. no. throws away so much development and completely disconnects him from the team.

I think his relationship with Shiro was/is also very important to the Voltron dynamic regardless if Allura is a paladin. as the oldest there's some disconnect between Shiro and the others and I think Keith's history with him bridges the gap and also fulfills a necessary role as someone scared for Shiro. as the leader and garrison's ex-golden boy it's easy to assume he knows what he's doing and he's always going to be okay but like, he's not.

I'd also be very much down for Allura and Shiro developing a closer relationship without her viewing him as a mentor figure like the other paladins, but I think Keith having a close history with him provides necessary substance to his connection with the team. Keith in general just has too much set up as an integral character to just ship him off elsewhere without maintaining a close relationship to voltron.

The Blue Lion

Listen. Lance was made for Blue. I do appreciate his development as the strategy guy and becoming a co-leader, but his bond with Red was just not all there. And I don't have any particular feelings about Allura and Blue tbh.

Co Pilots

Shiro & Allura

(tags from @alluraaaa)

I love this concept and I've actually seen it executed very well. Voltron: Duality by squirenonny. The only thing I worry about tho is all the aforementioned problems that came from backtracking on Shiro's death.

its not my first choice in writing AUs, BUT it's definitely something really interesting to explore and I like seeing other people's takes on it. I think it'd require it's own long post to dive deeper into so I'm keeping it short here.

anyway, that's my take. I still don't know what option I'd consider "best" cause I think they all have potential if voltron actually gaf about character development lol.

The lion swap drives me bonkers cause on one hand I think the og relationships they had with their lions were well written and they never felt as connected after the swap but also like. Paladin Allura…

I feel like I have no choice but to retire Shiro cause as much as I love him as a character I do think the fact he was meant to make way for the younger Paladins to take over is very apparent and it makes sense within the story. I don’t like that they planned on killing him off and I wouldn’t want to do that myself but if I had to make anyone no longer a paladin it would probably be him just because it makes sense narratively.

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paint-music-with-me · 2 years ago

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I just watched a Steve Harrington edit and now my brain is fucking racing

In this edit, it was more focused on Steve from s1 and s2 and how his character has developed since then. But the part that stood out to me the most was when Tommy H called out to Steve after their fight, "That's right, Harrington. Run away just like you always do!" Then it was cut to Steve running to his car after seeing the Demogorgon in the Byers house where Nancy and Jonathan were abt to fight it. And ofc as they say, the rest is history.

So watching this, I was reminded of how this was also a part of Eddie's schtick/"arc" for s4: running away and staying.

It threw me off how contrasting this was compared to Steve's arc of running away and staying. I mean the comparison is overlapping where a guy who has this front to others is now completely shattered by a string of events that put into question their own sense of self, thus they ran away so when put on the lines to do something - to help/protect someone - they made a decision to stay. Ofc the biggest contrast is that one lived and the other died.

Idk where I'm going with this tbh but I can't help thinking several strings of thoughts:

1) why did it have to be death as a final option for Eddie's decision? Like yes, protect Dustin as best he can (which he did!) but running away for Eddie doesn't make him any less worthy of a person! Like compared to Steve (who was at the time running away from facing his feelings/problems head-on), it's reasonable for Eddie to run after Chrissy died or to run once grabbing the demobats' attention. It just...didn't have to end that way for him.

2) is Eddie's ending somewhat of a play on Steve's arc? I mean jokes aside, Steve and Eddie are Dustin's role models who on the surface appear like total opposites and yet...

3) if Steve got to spend more time with Eddie, if EDDIE DIDNT STEER THE CONVO TOWARDS NANCY IN THE UPSIDE DOWN WOODS, then maybe -just maybe- Steve would've opened up about his experience abt running away - "Give yourself a break, man." Then they'd be level - they'd understand each other. Maybe, just maybe, as Steve walks up the steps into the Creel house, a sense of foreboding sinks into his skin as he turns to see the cloud of demobats follow the song and he has to make a choice. To stay to protect Nancy or run to Dustin and Eddie. To run or to stay.

I mean, you could take this as a Steddie post if you want but can you imagine the dynamic that could've shifted if Steve ran to Eddie (and Dustin)? Like Steve leaving (and maybe Nancy nodding to him, resolutely) is symbolic of his recent arc: his relationship with Nancy bc let's face it, he's been dragging that with him ever since s2. He needs to drop that weight (and by extension, so should Nancy). (Also I can't rmr but was Steve absolutely necessary to be w/ Nancy and Robin to smoke Vecna?)

Then Steve coming back for Eddie could be the wonky ass message of whatever this show is trying to go for (I won't actually try to think they are bc let's face it- they arent but I need meaning) which is: you are not alone. Steve has been where Eddie was before and he knows if possible, self-sacrifice for those kids would the most obvious choice because they are fucking worth it. And he knows how much Eddie means to Dustin and he wants to at least do this for him (and also maybe because he's starting to like this so-called Munson Freak) so when he finally makes it back, he sees Eddie on the bike, finds a secure hiding place and gestures for Eddie to come. They make it out alive and hold out strong. Gasping for breath, sweat across their brows, an exhausted half-assed smile on their faces - "didnt i tell you to make him pay, Harrington?" "not if you weren't around to see it, Munson."

#as you can see - i am writing this at 1am on a wednesday #great - just what i needed #why am i still in a chokehold?#let me sleep! BRAIN LET ME SLEEP!#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #nancy wheeler #steve x eddie #the fruity four #and i just found some time loop steddie fics and im going to fucking dieeee #i need more angst righr now #why? bc i am a sadomasochist to myself #wonderful #blabber time #please ignore me #but also pay attention to me cuz this made my brain hurt and i want validation

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husbandograveyard · 4 years ago

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Hi! Can I please have some HC for Luck, Fuegoleon and Yami taking care of a drunk S/O? thank you so much! And good luck writing for Black Clover

Hi! Thank you, I have been enjoying writing for BC a lot lately! I had a lot of fun with this request too, I hope you’ll enjoy it! <3

Taking care of a drunk s/o - Luck, Fuegoleon, Yami

2nd person. Genderneutral reader. Mentions of alcohol, drunkness and illness (vomit).

Luck

Desperately hopes that you will fight someone, so he can join.

He won’t actually fight you, because he doesn’t want to have an unfair advantage, and he doesn’t want you to actually get hurt. So he will settle for egging you on and finishing your fights for you.

If you’re not that kind of drunk, Luck just enjoys your company no matter what. With his permanent smile on his face, he listens to your babbling, engages in your rambling. He is thoroughly entertained and he loves spending any kind of time with you, no matter how coherent (or incoherent) you are.

If you are a clingy drunk, he will literally parade you around, being just as clingy back to you. He will return most of your compliments, no matter how cheesy or strange they are. He will pepper your face in kisses, hold hands, nuzzle your neck. If you’re ticklish, he will make use of the fact that your defenses are down.

He doesn’t like you being in pain or uncomfortable, so if you get sick, he will rush to get you some water, hold back your hair (if it’s long enough to actually need any holding back).

If he needs to carry you home, he will. He’s not on Asta’s or Yami’s level of pure muscle mass, but don’t even start to doubt that he will carry you home and he will be more careful about it than the aforementioned muscleheads.

He’ll take off your shoes, and depending on where you are in the relationship he will help you get changed if it’s necessary. If you’re not quite that far in the relationship, he’ll just try and make sure you’re comfortable. He’s not gonna go over any boundaries just because you are drunk.

The next day he will feel bad for you if you are hungover, but much like Yami, he will also make fun of you a little, tell you all the things you did and said.

He will also remember some of those things, and if there are any happenings or things you said that really stand out, he will bring them up months, even years later, and will even pick you a new nickname out of the things you did and said. It’s all done with love, but it does get a little embarrassing

Fuegoleon

Out of these three, probably the least fun person to be drunk around. He has an insanely high alcohol tolerance himself, so getting drunk together is not really an option. He will remain mostly serious, as per usual, and you… well, it depends on what kind of drunk you are.

If you are an angry or emotional type of drunk, Fuegoleon will have you removed from the scene as soon as possible. He doesn’t want you attracting unnecessary trouble, he doesn’t want you to start any fights, he doesn’t want you to attract any bad attention at all. Fighting him is no use because he’s strong enough (and more sober) to restrain you.

If you are particularly emotional, he will comfort you. Just hold you close as you stain his shirt and drunkenly cry over things that would make the average five year old cry. He will make shushing noises and rub soothing circles over your back.

If you are clingy, or just not making sense, or a stereotypical rowdy-losing all inhibitions kind of drunk, he will just leave you be. As long as you’re not really bothering other people, he will put up with it. He’s not going to be happy about it, because there’s plenty of other things that he could be doing instead of looking after you, but under no circumstance will he leave you alone, no matter how much he trusts the company you’re in.

Fuegoleon will make sure to stop you before going too far, absolutely trying to avoid you getting blackout drunk. If it means he has to physically remove drinks from your hands or remove you from wherever the alcohol is, so be it.

He will make sure you’re safe and comfortable before putting you to bed, with help of some servants or not, depending on how comfortable he is helping you change at that point.

He will also make sure there’s a bucket ready in case you get sick, something against a headache waiting on the bedside table together with some water. He will make sure you drink some water before sleeping, even if you whine and don’t want to do it.

By the time you wake up the next day, mostly because of all the preventative measures he’s taken, you will probably not have that much of a hangover. No worries, you will get a headache from the lecture he is about to give you. He’s gonna give you a proper scolding that will make you think twice before you pour that drink “that is going to be the last one you promise.”

But you also know that in case that happens, he’s still going to take care of you because he loves you in all your moods and states, even the bad and the drunk ones.

Yami

Yami thinks it’s pretty funny when you’re drunk. He will never get you drunk on purpose, but when it happens, it happens, and he wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t enjoy the moment a little.

If you’re a loud drunk, he’ll just let you ramble on and on, enjoying the little nonsense stories you’re telling, himself holding a drink in hand. Preferably you’re still sitting close to him. Drunk or not, he enjoys your company.

If you’re a clingy drunk, he’ll relish in the extra affection, although he will never, ever take advantage of you. If you show signs of crossing a line in boundaries, he’ll gently distance himself from you. He’s not above literally wrapping you in a blanket in your shared bed so tightly that you cannot move, so you can’t do dumb stuff.

If you’re an angry drunk, he’s in for another show. He thinks it’s absolutely hilarious if you pick fights with people for no reason at all. He’s always right behind you, making sure things don’t escalate too far, and ready to grab you by the collar to drag you away if they do.

He tries to stop you from reaching black-out drunk status though, he needs to deal with your hangover as well, and he’d rather have the toilet available for his own business.

He will carry you home if necessary, although expect to be carried potato sack-style. He’s practical, not romantic when you’re drunk.

Yami makes sure the Bulls are a little quieter (as far as that’s possible) when you’re hungover, so you can at least sleep off the worst of it.

When you crawl into bed together after a busy night out, he absolutely loves your drunken ramblings, the incoherent sentences, and just holding you snuggly. It’s always an unexpectedly soft moment, that you don’t always remember.

The morning after he’s taking great pleasure in retelling you all the embarrassing things you did. He will definitely leave out all the stupid stuff he did himself, there is no reason at all to mention that if he can just have some fun at your expense.

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neko-rogers · 4 years ago

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hey!! I’m not sure if your inbox is still open but I thought I’d send this just in case! what would you think abt a dark!peter who’s obsessed w s/o and offers to have her stay with him during like the stay-at-home pet of covid so she’s not alone then when it’s lifted he’s like lol you’re not leaving. sorry that’s kinda long and super specific. i absolutely love your writing though!!💗

Jamie All Over

words: 2,040 (no, i should be sorry bc this was chaotic)

tags: didn’t expect it to be this LONG, manipulative!peter parker, grooming, overprotectiveness, slight mentions of sex, don’t expect too much lmao its a headcanon

a/n: hi babe! i wasn’t entirely sure if you wanted this as a one shot (but if u do let me know!)

so you’re pretty unaware of every move peter is trying to do with you, you know? you were not really sure if it was a kind gesture, as the gentleman he seemed to be, or was it just a special treatment

ever since second year and until now as both of you were on your fourth year, he was consistent with his efforts

these moves were moments like when he would carry your books to your next class or confidently invite you to a study ‘date’ at the library after – often times he tells that his friends were invited, but would never show up later on

sometimes he would bring you lunch. you tried to turn it down kindly, but he insists that it was purposely packed as an extra for when he stays late around the university.

it was a lie though. anyone could tell by the way it was prepared looking very appetizing and tasted just as amazing at it was presented.

and as peter had mentioned that he lived alone, you also assumed he was the one to make his meals. you were so sure he doesn’t pack for an extra and intentionally wants to impress you with his skills.

“hey, y/n!,” he calls, “look this eggroll has a cute design!”

he honestly was an epitome of a walking sunshine. his smile seemed so pure and you never felt any ill-intent for every gesture he had done for you

his friends seemed very welcoming the moment he introduced you to his group

you got along with ned who seemed to be just as joyful and funny as peter. meanwhile mj was a bit more of a tough cookie, nevertheless you both eventually got a long better than you expected

however, it came to one point wherein your own group of friends started being disheartened with your lack of communication

“you’ve been spending more time with that parker boy, huh?” “yeah, kinda?” “are you two like... dating?” “oh no! no... no... nooo!”

the moment they frowned at you was then that you realized and felt a little more guilty. you always remembered that friends were supposed to be friends despite the lack of time and effort, right?

somehow you tried to compensate for the lack of time with your friends. but every minute you spend felt more awkward than before

they weren’t sharing the same vibe with you and you were starting to question if it had been always like it – were you only adjusting to them?

you reached out for peter, considering that he became one of the closest and trusted people around the university. plus, he seemed to have genuinely great friends

“do you feel happy when you’re spending time with them?”

“well i used to but recently–”

“then you should stop being friends with them.”

you were upset for a second. the way he instantly told you that cutting ties with them would be the (only) option

he sounded serious on the other end of the line and you were just speechless for a moment. the dead air between lines was evident, but you didn’t know what to say

“sorry,” peter makes up, “i didn’t mean to sound too serious. i just don’t like people who are rude, especially to you.”

“oh, it’s fine. i totally get it.” you felt a batch of butterflies around your stomach. someone actually cared for you!!!

the moment you didn’t hesitate on losing your friendship with your past friends and moved on with joining peter’s group, things felt lighter.

somehow you felt more expressive than you realized. they were open to your ideas and thoughts, just as you were with them. you felt super comfortable and realized that you weren’t holding back on anything anymore

that’s why you had expected your winter break to be better than your past ones

everyone agreed to skate around the ice rink in rockefeller for christmas. along with it, also spending new year’s eve at the time square

news flash: you finally had the cliche new year’s eve kiss, with none other than peter parker!!! hooray!!!

for anyone who had common sense, your feelings for peter had accentuated. you weren’t denying it either, and the boy wasn’t oblivious to it too

he was just so irresistible and kind to you, like, all the time – to surreal, honestly

you felt and KNEW you were spoiled with peter (and his friends, who liked to spend time with you outside too, just not as much as him)

just as you were planning your spring break activities, it had to be postponed for another time

a lockdown had to be implemented around the country as it was under the state of a pandemic

mj and ned told the group that they’ll be with their families since lectures had to be concluded for the mean time

you planned to do the same, but you expected that this situation wouldn’t last long. so you chose to stay in your dorm rather than return to your hometown

completely sucks since you not only don’t get to hang out with your friends, but you weren’t able to see anyone in person...

until you got a text from peter

he was literally inviting you over his apartment since he explained that he wasn’t returning home either

you practically rushed to pack a small amount of clothes for a sleepover whilst not forgetting to wear a mask (bc it’s fucking important ok)

you arrived at his address and a big warm hug ensues

his unit was so tidy and you were convinced he did it to impress you

peter was so happy to see you, acknowledging that you’re also spending a few nights with him

the nights mostly consisted of eating snacks and binge watching movies

however during one of those nights, both of you got a bonus – making out on his couch and further, completely forgetting the television

making out with peter wasn’t awkward at all. most of the time he was the one in control, which you didn’t mind

his hands treated you so gently but the way he teased you made you crave for more than what he was offering

a lot of whining, swearing, and begging – you weren’t aware but he was enjoying it a lot

on his side, he did praise you from time to time, but most of it consisted of raw tension and actions. the room was full of grunts and short breaths

just want to include how sexy peter would be while he moans all over you. like his whole sunshine personality just drained away the moment he places his hands on either sides of your waist

the next day you felt like a princess even though you know it shouldn’t be???

apparently peter prepared breakfast for you and you felt embarrassed walking around his place only in the shirt you wore yesterday and underwear

just when you thought the extra lunch he packs for you was already amazing, the breakfast he prepared whilst being fresh and hot was just incredible

“you really like it?”

“of course! you really have to teach me to cook sometimes”

peter laughs and jokes, “yeah, don’t worry. i feel like we’ve got a lot of time ahead.”

ok fast forward to a few more days when you were beginning to feel like a freeloader. he lets you borrow a few of his clothes as yours were in the laundry

by the time you wanted to stop by your place, peter started to be more... clingy

at first he didn’t want you to go but after a few more debates, he felt defeated and instead insisted on going with you

eventually you caved and let him. it wasn’t that bad either, he talked to you about a lot of things on the way leaving you entertained the whole walk without realizing how far it had been

he helped you ‘pack’ more stuff so you wouldn’t be going back and forth from his place and yours. you felt like you were going out of town for a month with the amount of clothes and products

both of you returned to his place around late afternoon. you felt pretty tired and didn’t hesitate to pass out on the living room couch

when you woke up you sensed that you were in peter’s bedroom, meaning he carried and tucked you during the night

plus! an arm was wrapped around your midriff and you could feel peter’s breathing against your side

you closed your eyes and appreciated the moment. it was cute and made butterflies flutter around your stomach, and you tried not to move much to not wake him up

anyways apparently the pandemic lasted longer, and more serious, than expected (fuck the government and their incompetency)

you spent more time with peter and was thankful that you didn’t spend this quarantine alone

within a blink of an eye, a month and a half already had passed. you couldn’t deny that most, or all, days have been unproductive

eat, cook, watch tv, cuddle, fuck, repeatedly get spoiled??? yeah sounds like the dream

weird though because you haven’t completely brought up to peter if you’re actually in a relationship with him. oh no were you just friends with (a lot) of benefits??

but you also felt like it wasn’t the time to bring it up. neither of you were saying anything so it was best to let it be for the fear that things might go downhill from there

anyways this continued for more weeks, especially since the ‘stay-at-home’ policy was deemed necessary

you started to help him do errands around the apartment just to feel like you weren’t an actual freeloader – but it wasn’t a surprise when he kept insisting that you should relax

more cute moments

more sexy times

and more cuddles during night (peter’s grip became tighter every night, but you shrugged it off assuming that it was just you getting homesick and overthinking)

ok but when you brought up being homesick and mentioned that you planned peter wasn’t entirely happy about it

the way he acted wasn’t just clingy. he insisted that he’d be the one to go and that you were staying

“ok but i’m not a dog, peter?” “i know, honey, but it’s too dangerous outside. i wouldn’t want you to be at risk.” “i wear a mask?? i follow health protocols?? i’ll be fine??” “you don’t understand–”

oh god he was becoming controlling

you tried not to argue anymore, rather ignoring and pushing past him to proceed to the door

and peter instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist and prevented you from walking further

there was a lot of struggling, but you didn’t know he was this strong. literally what the hell.

you tried to scream too but he pretty much threatened you to your core

“let’s talk this out,” he grunts as he secures his grip around you

“the hell? let me go!”

things got more complicated. he did convince you to talk with him (by means of tying your arms and legs to incapacitate you from running and righting)

it was a nightmare. he was really soft and sweet with you, even getting teary eyed after stating, “i only want what’s best for you... for us”

however you could sense the manipulativeness through it despite being making everything else look convincing

“trust me, sweetie, i wouldn’t want to hurt you. it would crush me” “please don’t cry. i’m only protecting you” “people are disgusting, they don’t deserve an angel like you” “don’t worry, i can protect you”

it terrified you to your nerves, sending shivers across your spine

at first you didn’t realize it, but eventually after days of being trapped, you figured he had been grooming you the whole time

he tried to make you dependent of him and somehow he did a fine job. just not enough to completely exploit you

though, it made you question what would have been better in your situation: being conscious of his sly nature with the hope of escaping or being unaware and completely wrapped around his finger whereas letting him continue how greatly he had been caring for you?

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marshmallowprotection · 2 years ago

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Hi!! I’d like a matchup, if you’re doing them still. My name is mar, my pronouns are she/they/he, and I’m a lesbian but since that terribly limits my options let’s just ignore that. Im a libra sun, Capricorn moon, Scorpio rising (and Scorpio Venus lol), ESTJ 3w4.

My main love language is quality time. I tend to like people who I can also be friends with (I’ve had the episode of falling in love w my best friend lol it’s a universal sapphic experience). People who I can spend fun times with, who share my interests and stuff, because then I feel like I’ll be able to share myself with them. I dont show it outward often but I’m a huge nerd lmaooo

I’m currently double majoring in musical theatre and intl relations. Theatre is a lifelong passion and what I’m looking to make my career, I’ve been in a few productions and they’ve been the greatest experiences of my life. Intl relations is a niche little academic interest (also my parents wanted me to also get a “conventional” major) that combines all my niche little study interests: history, political philosophy and theory, and learning about the different cultures of the world.

I’m also a huge nerd for astrology and personality typology (mbti enneagram etc) I’ve been learning astrology on my own for two years now and it’s fascinating to me. I’ve gotten pretty good at reading birth charts (even have some mysme astrology headcanons) and absolutely LOVE learning anything I can about the subject. It is, to me, a way of understanding not just how people work but also the mechanisms of life itself.

I also like writing, reading, and playing games in my free time. Rn I’m into reading stuff like essays and poetry collections and stuff. And my favorite game to play (the only one I play consistently really lmao) is genshin. I like it’s aesthetics and the lore has me absolutely sucked in. I also sing a lot, and dance. As for activities I like to do: anything social. Going to cafes and bars, going to plays, (unironically) shopping.

I’d say I’m pretty aloof in relationships. I’m really bad at expressing my feelings for the other person, I tend to be a bit insecure on that regard. I like to keep my distance, both physically and emotionally lmao. I’ll talk about whatever with you but it’s hard for me to be actually vulnerable. I struggle with burying my feelings with work and other activities, or disconnecting from the emotional side of the issue by looking at the practical.

My friends all describe me as very funny and I guess I am. I like seeing the humor in things and often point it out, and I don’t take things too seriously at times. I’m also pretty hard to read, but I’d say that’s bc I don’t tend to trust people enough to be truly open with them. I would obviously love for that to happen, though.

It takes a lot for me to fall in love, but when I do, I’m always hooked for a long, long time. I’m like… offhandedly possessive, wanting to spend all day with the person. I also want to know everything about them, like discover them kinda. Tbh I’m not very experienced with love in general (but curiously I write about it a lot).

Anyway that’s all I think is relevant about me idk if it’s a lot or not hehe I’m curious to see the matchup. Love ur stuff!!

I match with you...

Jumin!

It may come as a surprise, or it may not. It's just something about your energy that says that the two of you would mesh well together in your romantic typing. It's because the two of you understand each other better than anybody else ever would. When you are easily misunderstood by other people, it's hard to find that one person who just knows what you're talking about. In this case, when the two of you make eye contact, it's easy to see that you are kindred spirits that have been lost from each other for some time.

You both trust but only when it is necessary. You know when to set boundaries and when to be wary of the people around you. You know how to control yourself in the moment even if the emotions inside of you are going all over the place. You're just the kind of person that needs somebody who can be strong so that you have a moment to be weak. In Vice versa, it would also be important. He never lets himself have a moment with his guard down so would you, it's nice to know that he can do it without fear.

With that said, it's not that hard to imagine that he would have a vetted interest in astrology because it's not all that far off from the dark magic that he normally likes to read about. There's a lot of overlap in these interests so it's something he knows. He may not be as well-versed as you but you can trust that he can easily keep up in a conversation and makes you feel like you have somebody who listens. It's rare to have somebody listen to you when you're talking about something that you're passionate about because people may not understand how much it means to you when you talk about it. He knows what that feels like.

#ask #matchup #mod kait #pyhare

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shinjaeha · 3 years ago

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bad buddy ep 7 (thoughts)

me, every week: i’m not gonna do another one of these.

also me, every week: but...FEELINGS.

anyway, i have absolutely nothing insightful to say this ep bc it was mostly just me screaming and/or crying the entire way through. this is essentially just commentary as i rewatch this ep for the nth time...but i’ve already come this far so let’s go 😂

ngl i’m not generally the hugest fan of time skips, but i can see why it’s necessary here. it needs to feel like their challenge has been going on for awhile. the both of them are too stubborn (and love competing with one another too much) to cave that easily. also, it gives the both of them the time to explore this new dimension to their relationship freely without having to define anything yet.

not them exchanging flirty texts from the get go 😭 and in sugar daddy/sugar baby talk...starting the courting in this ep off with a bang, i see...

i love when the classical music starts playing as soon as the scene switches over to pran’s house with his parents (like what happened in ep 1 between both families). sets a very different, distinct tone from the back and forth sibling bickering that we get after between pat and paa.

i know paa’s always stunning, but she looks so gorgeous with her new makeover (love is just soooo pretty in general though wbk)!! this is def signalling the start of a new chapter and i’m so ready :)))

i have such a soft spot for every pat and paa interaction bc their relationship is so relatable to me. it’s exactly how my brother and i interact with one another tbh so i love seeing how close they are and how much they care for each other through all their snarky (but loving) jabs at one another. they genuinely feel like siblings and they’re just so cute.

it’s so great that they’ve finally revealed that pran’s parents aren’t homophobic at all!! so we def know that the conflict won’t be rooted in homophobia on their end at least...it’ll all be about how they hate pat’s family. if anything, that just makes me even MORE intrigued about what happened to cause such bad blood between them all.

honestly, the scene between pran and his parents was kind of cute bc they’re both so reassuring at first...at least until it’s soured by pran’s mum forbidding pran to like the neighbours’ kids. my heart already hurts for these boys and their parents don’t even KNOW yet.

if someone projected a picture of me in class like that i’d be completely mortified omg...good thing their professor was chill with it. then again, who doesn’t want to see pran’s cute dimples 😂

WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT INKPAA. IT’S HAPPENING. the way we see ink’s face from paa’s pov, all blurry before coming into focus...the hand holding...my HEART. they’re adorable. i love them so much already ;;;

the architecture play essentially being pat and pran’s love story is very meta of them (hopefully, it doesn’t end like the love story between kwan and riam did though...i refuse to even think of it as an option).

it’s interesting how in the beginning, i thought it was sweet that wai pushed pran into performing in the freshy day concert (i guess, also bc that was something that pran clearly wanted to do), but here we’re seeing the first sign this ep of wai’s pushiness and irresponsibility. like i didn’t think anything of this the first time i watched it until the scene where wai goes to pran’s room later on...but in hindsight, it’s very clear to see how they were building towards that with wai.

while pat’s parents do seem to give pat quite a bit of freedom, his dad does seem to have certain standards that he still wants pat to abide by (eg. winning the freshy day contest, getting mvp in rugby). he keeps using that “don’t ruin my reputation” line...which has me worried bc it makes me feel like his stance when it comes to finding out about pat and pran’s relationship will be a lot more rooted in homophobia (esp since he doesn’t seem to hate pran’s mum as much as pran’s mum hates him). i really hope that i’m wrong in this, and that at least ONE set of these parents will be able to see past the childishness of their feud but maybe that’s having too much faith in them idk...

the difference between pat and paa’s sides of the room is so cute. it’s even cuter that pat let his little sister have the bed instead of him :’)

literally the last person paa should be asking for handwriting analysis is pat 😭 this boy does not have a good track record with this. he doesn’t have a CLUE omg.

according to paa, all the girls that pat’s ever liked have always taken advantage of him in some way though :( first, the girl that dumped him after he bought her a surf skate, and now this girl that tricked him into buying her items in online games. pat...

pat was out of the door the second pran messaged him (he’s got it so bad)...only for pran to be asking him to help him with his printer i-

though tbf, if pran asked me for help all soft and sweet the way he did, i’d do anything he wanted me to do too so...there was no way pat would have been able to resist. the way they flirt with one another makes me so SHY...and i’m just watching it.

this game between them is so fun to watch, but also absolute torture!!!!!! pat acting all cool, calm and collected by turning pran’s flirting back on him and feeding him with his own food (and managing to hold on until he was back in his room before having his breakdown over how overwhelmed pran ACTUALLY made him)?? i love him. i laughed while punching my own pillow too.

INK TO THE RESCUE. okay, but she’s so cool?? the way she shooed those boys away?? if someone did that for me, i would also fall in love with them js.

so here we have another glimpse at wai trying to get pran to do his work for him even though pran never agreed to it in the first place. at this point, it still feels like it’s just a friend innocently asking for a little bit of help, so i don’t think anyone would think that much about it when watching for the first time too. but knowing how this turns out, it def makes wai’s actions feel a lot more sly and underhanded.

the montage!!!!!!!!!! the cuteness of it all!!!!!!!!!!!! i love that they turned their secret admirer gifts from ep 2 into a thing again as they try to win each other over. holding hands at their bus stop!!!!!!! who do i have to pay for a longer scene of this.

i LOVE how pran’s fondness for pat always ends up oozing out in his expressions whenever he even just thinks about him. he’s got it real bad too.

THE TENSION IN THE LIBRARY SCENE. I WAS NOT READY. i can’t stand them 😭😭😭

their dynamic, as always, is just *chef’s kiss*. i love that pat keeps the game going by pretending that he’s too lazy to go to pran’s place for nong nao...it’s like he’s provoking pran into taking a step into his space this time (his room), and pran responds by not backing down and taking him up on the offer. and so boldly too?? pran’s become so confident and i love that for him.

i do not believe that pran’s buying pat’s sick act for a SECOND...but hey, if that’s how pat wants to play the game, he’ll play the game ;) as long as they both get to spend more time together, i don’t think either of them cares whether he’s faking it or not.

there’s so much product placement in this ep but idec?? not when they’re giving us scenes like THIS. absolutely masterful advertising. i have nothing more to add to this bc my mind just blanks out whenever i get to the so-called ‘sponge bath’ scene.

they love the game way too much for either of them to give in, which i both love and find frustrating bc the willpower these two have to NOT start making out with each other after this tickle fight of theirs?? and to think they’ve done this for MONTHS. amazing.

paa almost busting in on them on top of each other made me laugh so much though. they were both so sus about it too 😂

so this is the third time that wai’s asking for pran’s help with the architecture play, and you can see how the way he asks for help has been amping up each time (at first he just asks pran to help him, then he asks for ideas, and now he’s asking pran to fill in for him at the auditions). and although pran is always hesitant, he always ends up giving in when wai begs him.

pran realising how jealous pat is of wai and making the most of it. smart. anyway, i find this scene so funny. pran’s facial expressions directed at pat when wai’s not looking are hilarious. he knows EXACTLY what he’s doing and good for him!!

why is wai’s first reaction always to fight 😭 but i was not expecting that wai and paa scene at all...and while i’m not here for anything happening between them, i’m really intrigued to see where this is going to go once he finds out that that’s pat’s sister...

prob an unpopular opinion, but i have a soft spot for korn...we’ve barely gotten any of him in the last few eps, but at least he has a line here. makes me wonder how he’s gonna be involved in this whole mess bc i don’t think it’s a coincidence he just showed up here...

i love when p’aof incorporates the actors’ actual skills in his dramas (like he did with earth and his flute playing in atots too). anytime i get to see more of ohm playing the thai xylophone is a fine time by me :)

pat straight up admitting that he basically only auditioned for the main lead so he could hit on pran in public...this boy has absolutely no filter and it’s glorious.

pran getting jealous over ink and pat eating dinner together so he brings wai to the same restaurant to make pat jealous too is SO incredibly petty and i love it!! i have a love/hate relationship with jealousy in dramas (context and relationship status usually determines how i feel about it). in this case, i really love it bc firstly, we know that neither ink or wai like pat or pran in that way (so they’re not hurting anyone/leading anyone on when they play these games). secondly, they KNOW they’re both intentionally trying to make each other jealous so everything is all out there in the open. my fave part of this whole thing is that although they both know they’re trying to make each other jealous, they STILL get jealous anyway. they’re so ridiculous, but it’s SO much fun to watch. esp bc of wai’s utter confusion (his face when pran was wiping the food away from his mouth was adorable), and ink being all wtf when pat was trying to feed her more wontons (the way she called him out...i genuinely just love her SO MUCH).

back to the play, and this chart guy sucks...why even audition for the play if you’re not gonna put any effort in whatsoever??

i love how pat noticed that pran’s door hanger was a sad face before he knocked. i think it’s sweet how he noticed the door hanger from the very beginning (even before he knew it was pran that was in the room opposite him). he’s so observant with things like this. i just love that he changed his original intention for coming over into cheering pran up the moment he saw the sad face, and how gloomy pran seemed due to the play situation.

pat always knows just how to cheer pran up too. he’s so playful, and pran’s so orderly and structured when it comes to everything in his life...except when it comes to pat. i can absolutely see why pran would be in love with him. apart from all the really caring things that pat does for him, he’s just so spontaneous and fun. like this splash of colour in pran’s everyday life (i mean, he literally paints pran’s cheek here). i say this every time, but fr NO ONE can make pran smile the way pat does. he just can’t help himself, and it bleeds out in his actions, like him tracing a heart with the cotton pad on pat’s face 😭 (which btw is one of the most adorable things i’ve ever seen in anything ever). they’re just SO IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER. like they still won’t admit it at this point, but the heart eyes when they look at each other?? the tenderness?? the care?? they’re in love, your honour. case closed.

things i love about this scene:

that pran reciprocates pat’s actions and cleans pat’s face without him even asking for it.

pat asking pran to move closer and pran actually doing it first before the both of them inch closer together...like they’re getting closer and closer to a middle ground.

pran’s heart shape on pat’s face!!!!!!!!!! i will never get over this.

the comfort and familiarity between them. they just LOOK like they’re in love (and that’s on ohm and nanon’s acting and chemistry bc they’re constantly knocking it out of the park and making every butterfly in the world take up residence in my chest).

the way they make me feel more single than i’ve ever felt in my entire life but idec bc i’m living vicariously through them and just want them to be happy!!

ahh, and so we finally get to the the scene all that wai build up was leading to. it really was irresponsible of wai to take on so much at one time if he wasn’t going to be able to cope...and then to dump that on pran. it would have been one thing if he had just begged pran like he did during the rugby practice scene...but the way he guilt tripped pran into accepting his position by saying he was basically gonna flunk out if he didn’t leaves a bad taste in my mouth. the way he asks for help gets progressively more sneaky and manipulative every time. pran cares so much for the people that he loves, so it makes me sad to see someone, his best friend no less, take advantage of him like that. esp since he’s already done so much for wai (eg. rescuing him from getting beat up by the engineering gang, finding a sponsorship for the bus stop and coming up with so much of the design himself, writing the song they performed for freshy day, filling in for him when he couldn’t go to the auditions).

idk if i’m thinking too much into it, but the fact that he brought the guitar also makes me feel like he was reminding pran of the favour he did by keeping it for him. just so pran would more be more willing to accept taking on his responsibilities :/

i totally understand pat’s feelings here though. the guitar, like their song, is something really precious to him. he kept it hoping that one day he would be able to give it back to pran, but pran gave it to WAI to keep of all people. the same person that he performed ‘their’ song with. it’s a sore spot for pat. the thing is, he obviously doesn’t know that the reason pran gave it to wai in the first place was bc it reminded pran too much of pat though...of something that he thought he could never have at the time :(

literally rolling my eyes every time this chart guy is on the screen, but so glad that pran stood up to him. he’s been so disrespectful this entire time. honestly, toto (as the director) should have been the one to say something about it to him before pran...

and we’re back on the rooftop again!! their (our) fave spot. i’ve seen some people say that they thought it was strange that pat got over how mad he was so quickly, but you can see in this scene that he’s still mad. it just comes across as more passive aggressive instead of the silent treatment that he was giving pran from before. i just think pat's not really the type to hold grudges tbh...and that he knows what a tough position pran is in atm. he still came when pran asked to meet him, so even if he’s mad, he’s had some time for the anger to blow over and he’s still willing to hear pran out. but that doesn’t mean he’ll make it easy for pran just quite yet.

i also think that he def knows what a big step it is for pran to be willing to give in and lose the challenge in order for pat to take over the role of riam. it’s kind of pran’s way of making amends with him over what happened too, whilst also giving pran the excuse he needs for them to finally scratch the bet and progress to the next stage of their relationship (as he implies). like he said, they’re both too tight-lipped to do it of their own accord, so they need something to push one of them into confessing for good and ‘losing’ the challenge.

pat telling pran to confess publicly bc he KNOWS pran would never do it, but then turning it into his own grand romantic gesture instead...THIS BOY.

i know this has already been talked about, but the lighting in this scene!! how pran’s in the dark as toto yells at him, before it changes to pat announcing his arrival as riam with the spotlight on him, back to pran again this time with the light spilling over him now too. i love this.

AND THEN THE FLASHBACK WHERE WE SEE PAT’S BASICALLY ALREADY CONFESSED TO HIM IN PUBLIC THROUGH THE AUDITION. every time i see this scene my cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. i can’t do this!!!!!!!!! i know that it’s technically not an official confession, but he’s extended the olive branch. he says the ‘lines’ with such sincerity. so heartfelt and sweet, almost like he’s assuring pran that whoever ‘loses’ is never really going to lose. since they’re both in love anyway, they just won’t admit it. he answered the question pran wanted to know. i think that’s part of the reason why it’s so easy for pran to admit to losing the challenge on the rooftop. he’s already assured that whatever happens, it won’t be the end of them. it just comes down to who’s the one big enough to put an end to the teasing and commit fr. and that’s his answer to pat’s question too.

can i also just say that the music choices on this show are a++++++ even just hearing the score in this scene is making my heart blow up. there are legit tears in my eyes :’)))

how it goes from past pran looking at pat with all the love in the world during the audition scene, to present pran grinning ear to ear at pat as he plays the thai xylophone, had me CHOKED up. that’s all pat ever wants to see...if i were pran, i too, would have given in and realised right then and there that there was no point fighting it anymore. no more pretending that the game matters anymore. it’s all in for the both of them from that exact moment.

what gets me so much about this drama (about pat and pran) is that their whole love story is just sooooooooo sweepingly ROMANTIC. it’s not love at first sight, but this gradual build up of love and care for each other over the course of their lives. they have this deep history together that we’re still slowly piecing together bit by bit, so we get to see them gradually grow to respect and understand one another despite their circumstances. it’s really easy to see how they end up falling in love with one another, not just bc of the grand gestures like this, but also bc of the smaller moments where pat tries to help pran and cheer him up, or when pran cooks for pat and looks after him in general (eg. make up remover scenes, taking care of him when he’s ‘sick’). their relationship is fun and they’re ultra competitive, but they’re always willing to back down and swallow their pride during the moments that really matter. that, to me, is what love is all about.

just like in this moment, where pat swallows down any anger he might feel about the guitar (and wai taking advantage of pran), if it means that he can lessen any of pran’s burdens and make life easier for him...since pran is way more important to him than any silly bet. like he says, “if my victory puts my boyfriend in trouble, i’d rather lose” 😭

what makes pat’s gesture as romantic as it is, is that instead of pran being pressured into confessing bc of the predicament he’s in, pat gives pran what he needs without asking for anything back in return. he teases him about it at first bc he’s pat and that’s what he does, but he knows in reality what a big deal it is for pran to even think about caving first...and that it also means that he’s ready. they’re past this exploratory phase of their relationship.

i’m still crying over that scene on the stage where everyone else is moving in the dark at the back of the stage, and the two of them are sitting there front and centre, light illuminating them ;;; beautiful. like they’re in their own little world, frozen in time while everything else is going on.

i really like how pat brought up what pran said about how his wish was to cook a favourite dish for someone he liked. esp since pran’s love language is clearly food (asking pat if he’s eaten, constantly cooking for him, etc.). the way they’ve turned teasing each other with food (but never actually feeding each other) into part of their game makes pran finally feeding pat, the person he likes, with his favourite dish so meaningful (it’s his way of confessing too), and pat’s aware. that’s why he’s so hesitant to eat at first...like he’s afraid pran is gonna tease him again, only this time he doesn’t. it’s so cute.

i love, love, love how pran wipes the food away from his mouth bc it was the thing that made pat most jealous (slamming the table and everything) when they were trying to make each other jealous during the noodle shop scene. the total contrast between how he casually wiped wai’s mouth and how he does it with so much fondness and affection when it comes to pat...the difference is so clear.

it’s funny how it was never any of the sexy/teasing stuff that got them to give in, but it was them showing each other they cared that finally did it :’) and i love that all those cute moments from before they became official were almost all sponsors, but this scene, pat’s audition confession and his grand romantic gesture...that was all them. no sponsors whatsoever.

the sniff kisses and the peck kisses!!!!!!!!!!! i was not READY. i’m just so glad that they have happy kisses now!! as much as i love the ep 5 kiss with my whole soul, it’s really nice to see them kiss when they’re so much more relaxed and stable in their feelings now. they both know exactly where they stand with one another and it shows!!

i’m just so in love with their entire dynamic. i love how they’ve retained that same essence that makes their relationship so unique since the beginning (their competitiveness will always be there), but it also changes with every new ep. we’ve seen them go from ‘enemies’, to sort of friends but not really, to something more, to teasing each other but STILL not admitting their feelings, and now to official boyfriends. we’re seen their relationship progress from each and every stage and it’s why we all feel so invested in them. we’ve gotten to see them mutually fall in love with each other every step of the way.

the next challenge for them was always going to be the most difficult, so i’m glad that we had a fluffy one this ep to tide us over for the next eps. i think we’re really going to need it for the upcoming ones now that they’re official but will have to be even more careful keeping their relationship secret from their friends and family :( the stakes are higher than ever for them now.

i’m looking forward to it bc i want to see them overcome all of these obstacles together, but i’m also really, really worried for them...in the end, all i want is for the two of them to be happy. i know we’ve still got some happy moments coming up this next ep, so i’m just gonna hold onto them as tight as i can until the storm inevitably hits.

#bad buddy #i really didn't expect this to be that long bc i didn't think i had THAT much to say about this ep (other than the utter joy it brought me)#but here we are again with another essay from yours truly #not how i'm posting this the day before ep 8 is gonna air...i never have time to do these until towards the end of the week ;;;#it usually takes me like a good 3 days to process everything i watch properly #anyway i'm scared but here's hoping we get some good stuff with ep 8 before everything comes crashing down!!!!!#text

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bisexualcrowley · 4 years ago

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Undercover

Pairing: Harry Hart x Fem! reader

Summary: While doing surveillance at a gala, Y/n and Harry's identities are threatened to be uncovered and they take to a rather intimate method of hiding their faces

Content/warnings: smutty themes? nsfw, fluffy stuff, cursing, suggestive themes, semi-public foreplay/teasing, making out, Merlin’s still alive bc i want him to be

Word count: 3,729

“A Gala. In the middle of winter, this means I might have to fight in heels, is this really necessary Merlin?” Y/n sighed, glancing out at the light drifting of snow that had begun to flutter down from the sky. Its not that she had anything against winter, the woman mused to herself, just that it makes this sort of work so much more difficult.

The year had been tough enough already, having lost Harry to Valentine, getting Harry back, the whole issue with the Golden Circle, and the constant stress was getting to Y/n, the smallest thing now able to piss her off, and unfortunately for her, this latest mission seemed to be more than a small thing. “C’mon Y/n, i know we all could use some rest but this is important, the target is threatening to release catastrophic amounts of classified government information. I’m not asking you to be on the front line here, I just need you and Galahad on the sidelines, more as surveillance and backup than anything else.”

Y/n had been less than impressed with Merlin’s words, wanting to stay as far away as possible from field work until she had gotten a decent amount of sleep, but her ears perked up at the mention of her best friend and previous partner at Kingsman.

“You’re letting Harry in the field again?”

She asked, surprised at the man’s words. “I thought you said he wasn’t ready yet, after the problems he had while working alongside the American agents.

“Not fully, as i said, the two of you will just be keeping tabs on him from the crowd, not making contact unless absolutely necessary.” Merlin must have picked up on Y/n’s eagerness to work alongside Harry again and allowed himself a slight smile as he spoke, sliding the paperwork across the table to the younger agent. “This place is fancy, i mean really fancy, you’re gonna want to look your very best. Go over his papers today and be here dressed and ready at 20:30 tomorrow. And I mean it, y/n, be dressed to kill, in more than just the metaphoric sense”

Most of her annoyance having melted away at the mention of Harry, Y/n agreed, taking the papers and shaking Merlin’s hand before turning on her heel and jogging down the hall of the Kingsman offices, hoping to find her friend. Luckily Y/n didn’t need to search far, finding him in the actual tailor section of the building being fit for a tuxedo.

Y/n caught Harry’s eye in the mirror in front of him and she shot him a grin, leaning casually against the door frame. “Lookin’ good, Galahad. Excited to be headin’ back into it?” She asked, affection shining in her smile at the sight of Harry Hart suiting up for battle once again.

It was no secret among many of the Kingsman agents that Y/n had fallen hard for the man, her feelings becoming clear to them when Harry was shot as she had broken down in tears at the news despite being one of Kingsman’s toughest agents, however she did manage to keep the secret from Harry himself, terrified of losing the relationship they already had by revealing her feelings only to find that they weren’t reciprocated.

Eggsy and Merlin, of course, had required a fair amount of bribery to be convinced to keep their mouths shut, finding the whole situation more than amusing and wanting nothing more than to spill the beans to Harry, whom they were fully convinced shared y/n’s feelings. Y/n didn’t crack though, and eventually the men had settled on the childish teasing of Y/n and placing bets on who would make the first move. Eggsy had put 50 pounds on Y/n cracking first, but Merlin put his money on Harry, having said something about Eggsy underestimating the woman.

At the moment, despite her refusal to share her feelings with Harry, Y/n feared that Eggsy was going to be the one to win the wager as she felt her heart beat faster at the happy smile Harry had offered her in return. “Looking forward to be working alongside you again, Y/n, it’s been lonely without my partner”

Y/n felt her face heat up at the compliment, but determined not to let her resolve fail she once again held back the words she wanted so badly to tell her friend, instead choosing to push herself off the doorframe and saunter over to Harry’s position in the center of the room. “So... A gala. Haven’t done one of these together in ages, have we.” Y/n’s hand came to rest on Harry’s shoulder, still not having broken their eye contact through the mirror. “It has been a while, although luckily, I never forgot how to dance”

Y/n’s confident exterior faltered at his words, tilting her head to the side and eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “We have to dance?” She asked, voice coming out far quieter than she had hoped. Harry let out a very ungentlemanly laugh at her shock, turning his gaze from the mirror to meet his friend’s eyes properly. “I’d assume Merlin didn’t tell you for this very reason, y/n” He chuckled. “We’d stick out too much, standing in the middle of a ballroom. To draw the least amount of attention to our position, we’re gonna have to dance”

Y/n froze for a moment, weighing her options. On one hand, she thought, I’m dancing with Harry. On the other hand, i’m dancing. In public. What a terrifying thought, i should just tell Merlin i won’t do it. But if i don’t do it, i don’t dance with Harry.

She squinted slightly, fighting herself for which option was better, but in the end decided that the upside of pretending to be Harry’s date outweighed the negatives in the situation, and after another moment of hesitation, Y/n nodded, nervously drumming her fingers on the man’s shoulder.

“Alright then. If we’re gonna dance, we’re gonna do it right. I’m gonna go find a dress, i guess. See you tomorrow, Galahad” Y/n breathed, a hint of humor making it’s way into her words as she went on, which to her luck Harry picked up on, and replied with an exaggerated salute, earning him a giggle and smile from Y/n before she slung on a coat and took off again.

Lucky for her the London streets were nearly empty, most seeking cover from the bitter cold within the comfort of their homes, and the trip to her own home was quick for Y/n. Almost immediately upon arriving, she threw open the doors of her closet, flicking through hanger after hanger of clothes that Merlin would be less than happy about her wearing to such a prestigious event. It appeared that luck was still on her side, however, as Y/n paused, pulling out a dress previously hidden behind a thick winter coat. It was beautiful, a slim gown of deep green velvet with a loose, plunging neckline and thin black straps with a shimmering gold woven throughout, and y/n smiled, knowing it would be perfect for the following night.

The next day passed quickly, Y/n having to study the target’s file, shower, do her hair and makeup, fit a variety of concealed weaponry on her person, and what felt to her like a million other things, and it felt like no time at all before she found herself outside the Kingsman Tailor shop, glittering heels clicking along the icy sidewalk leading up to the building. Y/n reached for the door handle, shivering slightly in the cold but was met with the door swinging open in her face, Merlin staring down at her with Eggsy, Tequila and Harry behind him.

“Y/n, you’re late, c’mon, there’s a car waiting in the back, c’mon lets go” Merlin ushered her along, the group rounding the building to find a black towncar waiting in the alley. It took a bit of maneuvering to fit everyone into the vehicle, coats bunching up in the small space, but eventually the group situated themselves in a somewhat comfortable fashion, and they were off.

The drive was longer than Y/n had expected, but no time was spent relaxing, having found herself rather distracted by her body being pressed against a very well dressed Harry, the cramped space forcing her leg to shift up onto Harry’s so that she was sitting partially on his lap, a position that had the both of them blushing furiously and Tequila chuckling from Harry’s left.

Hoping to distract from the uncomfortable and unfortunately mildly arousing way she was seated, Y/n leaned forward to peer past Harry and raised an eyebrow at the American agent, who in return mimicked her expression, which brought a mix of annoyance and amusement to the still blushing woman. “Mind if i ask why Harry was forced into the middle seat? Last time i checked, i’d fit a fair bit better” Y/n asked, Harry humming in agreement with her statement.

“Why, you wanna sit on my lap instead?” Tequila smirked, earning a snort of laughter from Eggsy and Merlin in the front seat and a glare from Y/n, where Harry shifted uncomfortably and blushed harder.

Y/n’s snapped back, but her retort was cut short at the feeling of the car slowing to a stop and Merlin leaning over the drivers seat to run over the night’s details one last time.

The plan went smoothly from then, Eggsy and Tequila positioning themselves near the main doorways and Merlin settling himself behind a computer, leaving Harry and Y/n to shed their coats and make their way further into the ballroom. A string quartet was set in the middle of the north wall, playing what y/n recognized immediately to be a slower rendition of the seal lullaby, and she fought the urge to twirl around a couple times, instead smoothing out her dress and holding out a hand to Harry.

“Well Mr. Hart, may i have this dance?” Y/n spoke calmly, careful to avoid appearing overly enthusiastic so as not to draw unnecessary attention to the pair, but the warmth shining in her eyes was undisguisable to Harry, who took her arm with a smile and led her to their position in the ballroom.

The image of the two Kingsman agents settling into a graceful mix of a waltz and a simple slow dance was reflected off the marble floors, creating what would have been a beautiful photo had there been a photographer near them and y/n relished in the moment, hand clasped with Harry’s, his hand pulling her waist to his as they swayed to the music.

Harry caught Y/n’s eye as he caught her after a spin, a grin breaking through his character that made her heart flutter. The song slowed to it’s end and the couple for the night paused, the taller figure dipping y/n and freezing, their faces inches apart. Y/n felt her breath hitch in her chest, heart pounding at the intimate position they had paused in.

Her eyes met Harry’s again, the latter panting slightly, his pupil dilated and face flushed red, and dear god it turned Y/n on. Biting her tongue to hold back what would have been a rather humiliating moan, she rested her weight into Harry’s arms, allowing herself a second to catch her breath. As the next song began, Harry shook himself out of whatever state he was in and pulled y/n back up against him, resuming the dance like nothing had happened. Y/n, still flustered, tried to distract herself by shooting a glance towards their target, who had moved from lingering by the side entrance to scanning the crowd from a nearby refreshment table. As the song reached a peak Harry spun y/n around again, but this time around her heel caught on the seam of her dress and she stumbled, accidentally turning away from her partner. Quickly righting herself, Y/n returned to her previous stance, but not before making brief yet intense eye contact with the man they were watching. “Shit... Merlin do you have eyes on the target? I might have just fucked us over” Y/n’s voice came out in a hoarse whisper, eyes blown wide with horror at the prospect of ruining Harry’s first real taste of action since the Golden Circle incident.

“Hang on, hang on, don’t abort mission yet” Merlin muttered through her earpiece, y/n hearing the clacking of keys as the older agent fussed with the security cameras

“Fuckin hell, Galahad, Y/n, he’s coming your way. Hold your position, we don’t blow your cover unless we’re 100% sure he knows who you are. Keep dancing, but don’t let him see your face”

Merlin’s voice cut across the earpiece again, and by the way y/n felt Harry's shoulders tense she knew he heard the message too.

“Shit, what do we do?” she hissed back, watching her partner risk a glance to the left and finding the target moving smoothly through the crowd, eyes set on the couple.

“Keep dancing, stay inconspicuous for as long as possible, if we’re lucky he’ll just pass on by. Now i’ll say it again, don’t let him see your bloody faces.” Merlin’s voice was low, and Y/n couldn’t stop the nervous feeling they caused from setting in as she watched the man grow nearer out of the corner of her eye.

“Merlin i don’t know what you expect us to do here if it’s so imperative we don’t move from this spot, we can’t just-”

Y/n tuned out Harry’s urgent whispers as a solution came to mind, eyes widening at the ridiculousness her own mind had come up with, but not seeing a better solution she shushed him, placing a finger over his lips.

Harry looked confused but went along with it, cocking an eyebrow in silent questioning and giving her shoulder a soft squeeze as the man drew closer, nearly close enough to get a good look at the pair, and y/n knew she had to make her move. With a quick whisper of “forgive me for this Harry”, Y/n brought her hands up to cup her friend’s face and pulled him into a kiss. Harry froze momentarily, his jaw tensing in shock before he followed her lead and returned the kiss, their lips moving against each others perfectly in sync and y/n couldn’t keep herself from sighing into the kiss, unconsciously pressing her body closer to his.

Harry deepened the kiss, his hands moving to thread through her hair and a vague thought reminded Y/n he was just helping to conceal her face, but it was shoved quickly to the back of her mind with a particularly passionate movement from Harry which she met enthusiastically. Her hands inched upwards to tug at his perfectly styled hair, which earned Y/n a low moan against her lips, and she pressed closer again, unconsciously slipping her leg between Harry’s. She felt his cock twitch against her thigh and all thoughts of what they were there to do flew out the window, one hand clasping at the collar of his tuxedo’s jacket and the other cupping his cheek, pulling his face down to her own.

Feeling bold, Y/n made a move to nip at Harry’s lower lip but before she had the chance, they were interrupted by a more than amused Eggsy clearing his throat beside her. The pair flinched in surprise and pulled quickly out of the heated embrace, leaving Y/n wiping speared lipstick from her face and fixing disheveled hair, Harry somewhat discretely adjusting his clothing to hide the now quite sizable bulge in his trousers with a deep blush across his cheeks and Eggsy watching from the side, eyes tearing up from the effort of holding in his laughter.

“Merlin says good thinkin’, Y/n. The two’ve you were a bit busy to notice but Tequila got the guy, he went down nice n’ quiet, we’re supposed to get to the car as soon as possible” Eggsy had a shit eating grin plastered across his face as he spoke, which only got wider when Y/n gave Harry an awkward smile, which he returned briefly before shoving his hands in his pockets and staring down at his shoes.

Snickering, Eggsy escorted the pair through the crowded room and through a series of side doors, which after a seemingly unnecessary number of hallways led to a back exit where the towncar that had brought them to the gala was waiting. Dreading what was sure to be an uncomfortable conversation with Harry, y/n winced at the thought of how inappropriate her actions towards her friend were, and she moved to open the passenger side door but was stopped by Eggsy once again, who flung open the door and threw himself in next to Merlin, who quite to her displeasure shared Eggsy’s smirk.

Y/n’s eyes locked with his, silently pleading to switch seats but her weak attempt proved to be in vain as Eggsy winked and pointed over his shoulder to the back of the car, where Harry was already seated. Y/n glared at Merlin but didn’t argue, and took a deep breath before sliding into the car, which to her luck was no longer so cramped due to the third agent having stayed behind with the target. The space was still smaller than she would have wished, but the cover of darkness provided a touch of comfort that y/n was endlessly grateful for.

Shadows crossed across her legs as the car rolled into gear, Merlin driving out of the alley and beginning the long journey back to the Kingsman headquarters. Y/n sighed, leaning her head against the window and closing her eyes, hoping the cold glass against her skin would help to drown out her racing thoughts.

Much to her dismay, however, they had been traveling for less than ten minutes when Eggsy turned around, leaning over his chair with the same wicked smile stretched across his face as he had worn before.

“So, you two had some fun t’night, didntcha?” Merlin let out a snort of laughter from beside him, Eggsy nodding his head suggestively between the pair in the backseat. Too tired to come up with a snarky reply, y/n simply rolled her eyes at Eggsy, and went back to working up the nerve to say something to the uncharacteristically silent figure seated beside her.

The realization that Harry was rarely this quiet around y/n outweighed her fear of confrontation, concern for her friend pulling her focus from Eggsy to the older man, and she turned to face him. Harry was sitting stiffly, hands clasped in his lap and head straight forward, but he must have been watching y/n out of the corner of his eye, as he looked to the side to meet her eyes when she turned from her position by the window to look up at him.

In that moment, the car was silent aside from the low rumble of the engine, the tension between the two growing from tolerable to an absolute peak, hanging thickly in the air between their bodies. It was thick enough, apparently for Eggsy to pick up on it, and with a chuckle about “giving you two some privacy”, he pressed a button beside his seat that caused a black divider to come up behind him, separating the front from the back of the car and leaving Y/n and Harry in silence.

Both Harry and Y/n stayed frozen in place, faces turned to each other and her eyes locked on his. Hesitantly, y/n placed a hand on Harry’s knee, a motion that years of friendship had taught him meant she had a lot to say, but didn’t yet know how to say it, and Harry nodded, the silent exchange sharing more than words would be able to.

“...I... I’m sorry, Harry, i shouldn’t have...” Y/n’s voice was low, barely above a whisper as she spoke, trailing off as the words caught in her throat.

"No, y/n, it was my mistake, i just...” Harry's voice faltered as well, fingers coming up to fuss nervously with the strap of his eyepatch, a habit y/n had noticed Harry picked up when he felt flustered.

Neither of them knew what had happened; one moment they were sitting in silence, y/n’s hand on his knee and tension high, and the next moment y/n found herself being pulled into Harry’s lap, her hands once again tugging at his hair as they met again in a heated kiss. Her dress had hiked up to her hips at this point, allowing Y/n to straddle her lover properly, and this time she didn’t hesitate to grind down against him, Harry’s hands coming to grip her smooth hips as she rubbed her barely covered sex along the bulge in his trousers, both letting out groans of pleasure at the friction.

Harry’s fingers trailed down y/n’s body as they made out like horny teenagers in the backseat, moving from her hair down to cup her covered breast, and down further to trace along the slick fabric of her panties. Y/n whimpered at the touch and moved to return the favor, her own hand coming to palm at his cock through his pants, at which Harry gasped and yanked her down onto his lap once again, hips thrusting up to grind against y/n’s cunt.

She moaned against his mouth once again, pulling away for just long enough to strip off Harry’s coat and unbutton his shirt before returning to her position on his lap. The two were so caught up in the moment that they didn’t notice the car pulling up to the curb and stopping, however they did take notice to the door flying open and the flash of a camera, followed by Eggsy’s delighted voice and a deep laugh from Merlin. Embarrassed, y/n quickly tugged her dress back into place and slid out of the car, holding out a hand for Harry to take as he climbed out, looking as red faced as y/n felt.

“Go on, buggers, we took you to Galahad’s place. I’ll find out who won the bet tomorrow, go have some fuckin’ fun.” Eggsy laughed at their dumbfounded expressions at his words, but chose not to respond, instead returning to his seat beside Merlin who drove off a few seconds later, leaving two very sexually frustrated agents on the sidewalk.

“Well then... Wanna take this inside?”

#harry hart smut #kingsman smut #kingsman imagine #kingsman fluff #harry hart x reader #harry hart imagine #harry hart fluff #wlm imagine #fanfic #oneshot #kingsman the golden circle #kingsman harry

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ohheyitsokay · 3 years ago

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congrats you angel, you deserve all the love and praise for your writing bc holy shit you’re so talented!!! for the soulmate au celebration, i’m thinking either javi or jack (your choice bc i can’t choose) with the soulmate goose of enforcement au 💕 ik it’s a bizarre au but the potential for chaos is insane 😂 anyways ily and i hope you’re having a great day honey

...not me, having JUST reread your javi/jack fic, considering both... definitely me

Anyway, thank you, jj, you absolute gem of a human. I swear I had to turn up the fan reading this I got so flustered. I hope you have a great day too! And I hope you enjoy- I had to do a little research, and made it shorter than I wanted to, so hopefully it fills your chaos cup still! (You'll understand, and hopefully forgive my delay when you see what's under the cut :) )

wordcount: 2.5k

warnings: strong language, lil angst with happy endings all around. mild menace meeting menace shenanigans

Okay this is written as pt 1 Jav, pt 1 Jack, pt 2 Jav, pt 2 Jack, bonus pt 3. If you’re only in it for one of the boys, it makes reading a bit weird, but I liked the format for the whole thing. Sorry!

Javier wanted to hit it with a bat. Or a car. Or anything. All that mattered is that maybe then it would leave him the fuck alone. Of all the stupid, infuriating, ridiculous guides the universe could have given him to find his other half, he was sure this was the worst. Rumor was, he couldn't even kill it if he tried.

It's not that he didn't want to find his soulmate, but he... well, he didn't want to find his soulmate.

There were all sorts of excuses to spout - work, obviously a priority, inconvenience, not wanting to give up his way of life. Not to mention following a damn goose was an impossible task, plus the fact that the stupid thing didn't even like him.

It would appear seemingly at random, honking insistently or flapping erratically, and then be gone before anyone else could bat an eye. To say that he had become increasingly irritated would have been a huge understatement.

The truth of it was that Javier was afraid. No one in the world liked to feel like they were being controlled. People liked to know what was going on, and this just didn't fit the bill. He didn't like that he didn't know you, couldn't be chosen, by you.

His life was already complicated enough - messy enough - that a soulmate would only make it worse. He had made it this long, this far without needing one, so he was fine without, thank you very much. Even to himself, his lie sounded okay.

It was hard to face, the idea that there was someone out there, a relationship that he couldn't have control over. And someone who would love him unconditionally? Terrifying.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t allowed to do nothing, because it seemed like every direction he turned there was a goose from hell wreaking havoc on his life.

They had reached an impasse - glowering at each other as it had planted itself in front of his door. Little feet pacing angrily, unreasonably long neck, all of it was just begging to be kicked. Except, for all he was a seasoned DEA agent, Javier was almost afraid the thing could go a few rounds with him. Feet shuffling uneasily, his hand twitched for his gun, even though he knew he couldn’t, wouldn’t shoot.

It was stupid to have a staring contest with a goose. And even more stupid that the goose won .

Javier turned away, spitting spanish curses in a stream that would make his mama smack him. Maybe it wasn't too late to find a hookup he could use to crash, he was thinking, and that thought was apparently the final straw. The goose reappeared in front of him.

Hissing.

More curses, a quick turn on his heel. This time, it didn't move in front of him, it left a sharp peck on his calf, before dodging his kick.

It was herding him, against his will, to you.

When he saw the goose, Jack thought he was delirious. The Statesman lab must've screwed something up because he'd seen that horrible, wonderful, stupid goose once before, in another life.

And he never, ever thought he'd see it again.

He did a lot of thinking, that night and the next day and the next. Strangely, he did a lot of feeling, too, noticing how light his shoulders felt, how kind the ache on his heart had become. He visited their grave, pressed his forehead to the headstone, and breathed some deep breaths.

And when he saw the goose again, he lassoed it.

It wouldn't have died even if it was powered up, but he didn't take the chance, determination and longing filling his being like blood, pumping through his heart to each and every part of him.

Miracle of miracles, it let him, with all the glare a bird could give. Knees only making small pops, Jack settled on his heels, looking at it sternly.

"Can you take me to them?"

The expression on it's tiny, smug face didn't change, but it also didn't disappear to free itself, so he waited.

And he waited. And waited. And eventually, watching it with half an eye, he grabbed a doughnut and offered it to the stupid soulmate goose god.

It considered the doughnut, pecked it as Jack yanked his fingers out of reach, and apparently accepted. After it was finished, it began to tug him along, waddling on its makeshift leash as Jack's heart leapt into his throat. He grabbed the bag of doughnuts and his hat before getting dragged along, to you.

At his very core, Javier was a man driven by his personal sense of justice. Being herded by an immortal goose of mischief was unfair, it made no sense that he had to find you, somehow needed more, and wasn't allowed to choose. It pecked and honked and bullied him all the way to a crowded bar, which was a perfect example.

Just as he was thinking, trying to convince himself he would've come here on his own, it disappeared again and he sighed.

He needed a drink. And, he needed to make some of his own goddamn decisions. Defiance and determination, he told himself. Not stubbornness. There was nothing to prove, it was just defiance and determination, to take his fate into his own hands and make his own choices. And if he was going to do that, he wanted to look for someone who wasn't an informant or a one night stand. His gut was looking for someone he could pull to his side and to show the universe that the goose was right to give up on him.

You were a perfect fit. Slightly disgruntled for whatever reason, even through the crowd he could see the faint, telltale wrinkles of someone just as... determined as he was. Shoulders held the same defiance he was so proud of, and he would be lying if he wasn't physically drawn to you as well. The inconsistent lighting could make anyone look good if you wanted it enough, but you... were something else.

There was a line of pink neon reflection from the top of your ear, across your cheekbone, and just grazing the line of your upper lip as you looked thoughtfully at something he couldn't see. Javier thought he wouldn't mind tracing that path with his fingers, and then maybe his own mouth, and his feet were already carrying him to you to look for an open door. The rest of your form came into view, and Javier noticed the bass of the music was turned up a little bit more than necessary- he could feel it thumping in his bones.

Talking to you went smoother than maybe it ever had before. You seemed resigned, at first, which was a reaction that caught him off guard, and that combined with the weariness of his week, making him unusually candid. In turn, you opened up to him like a flower turning towards the sun, fun and thoughtful and refreshing.

He liked the way you laughed when his lines came out a little awkwardly - open and appreciative, and it made his chest puff out a little. He liked the way you spoke, too. There was kindness and romance in your soul, just whispering at the edges of the words, and while he didn’t pick up on that, per se, they made him feel special, handsome, worthy, but also trusted and comfortable and safe. Neither of you noticed at first, that you had shuffled into a quiet corner of the bar, that his body had moved close, a gentle shield boxing the two of you into your own little world.

When the question came - what brought you here, anyway? - he found himself answering honestly about half being led by his guide, then wanting to make his own path. His confidence faltered at your quiet laugh. His heart ached. A glance at the clock told him it had been two hours since he'd found you, and already he wanted to... choose you. To have you choose him.

He felt stupid that he had confessed so soon, but...

Oh, you were kissing him. There were hands shooting off sparks into his soul against his chest and his jaw and you were kissing him. Javier kissed you back.

When you pulled away, his mouth chased yours, not ready to give up the contact so soon, but you stopped him, laughing again.

"I have a confession," you whispered, and he paused.

“My guide led me here, too. I thought when it gave up on me when I saw you,” your next kiss was more chaste, “I think we got tricked.” Noticing he liked the feel of you in his arms, even if he didn’t remember pulling you there, he tightened his hold.

Javier felt light, understanding your laughter, and blissfully unafraid. “No,” he said, knowing already you’d understand him.

“I chose you.”

Jack was running out of doughnuts. It was easier, safer to have the dumb bird half hog-tied, but he still didn’t feel any closer to you, just halfway across town. He dug in his boots and sunk onto a bench, yanking the goose to a stop, too annoyed to beg for a break.

He wasn’t giving up and running away, absolutely not, he was just... running out of options. Or, doughnuts. And breath. If this pace kept up, he wouldn’t be able to tell you all the things he had planned out in his head.

Eyelids closing against the southern sun, he let out a long, slow sigh. His heart was still racing, and he wondered if he was really as ready as he wanted to be, to meet his next soulmate. A sturdier inhale grounded him. He was ready, he knew he was. Whoever you were, you had to have the patience of a saint - it would be alright, he just needed a breath. The ground under his boots was sturdy, the breeze over his skin cooling, and the goose was mercifully quiet.

“That’s one strange lookin dog you have there, cowboy,” The voice was teasing, but not malicious, and he grinned, eyes still closed.

“She’s a purebred,” he replied, and he heard a huff of laughter like the first few notes of music. Waiting for your footsteps to carry you away, he savored the moment, feeling silly as he hoped his soulmate would like to laugh as much as he did.

There was a weight on the other side of the bench, and he wondered at it, as you said, “Want to talk about it?” His smile was softer, this time, intrigued by the moment, but not wanting to be tempted into flirting, not when his soulmate was on the horizon.

“Nothin to tell,” he replied, feeling suddenly strange. Jack opened his eyes, looking at the rope in his hands, feeling the fibers run through his fingers. “Just a free range chicken... taking a break from tryin to chase down my second soulmate.” He winced, definitely not wanting to look at you, after the second had slipped out.

It wasn’t judging, though, the voice that said, “You seem like you want to talk about it.”

For once in his life, Jack didn’t know what to say, slipping off his hat to run his fingers through his hair before replacing it. He heard your half-laugh again, and it felt refreshing, like sweet tea on a southern summer day.

“Okay,” you said, and he heard amusement this time, like you had something to say, some thought you were chewing on.

Then, there was that terrible honk of the goose, not from his feet, but from where, assumedly, you were. Snapping his gaze to the other side of his bench, he saw a sight for sore eyes, half backlit, glowing like something he never thought he’d see.

There was an indignant goose in a cage at your ankles, now making grumbling bird noises in indignant conversation with the one at the end of his lasso.

“I thought you were never gonna look at me,” Your arm was across the back of the bench as you grinned at dynamite smile at him.

Jack returned it, feeling bashful and eager, dropping the rope to grab your closest hand.

“I promise I aint making that mistake again, sugar.”

bonus ending:

Jack was clinging to your hand, grinning like a fool as you introduced yourselves, when another movement caught his eye. There was a man, walking up behind you, a resigned look on his face. Whiskey’s hackles should have been all the way up, yanking you into his arms at the way this man was approaching you, but instead he was dumbfounded for the second time that day.

He was backlit, too, with shoulders that carried as much weight as the man in his mirror every morning, and he could see the shape of a gun as he knelt next to his soulmate. The stranger’s eyes when they looked at you... were as adoring as he was sure his must have been, a moment before, and he was familiar with you, like you’d known each other before now. Jack wanted to swallow, but his heart felt like it was in his throat, beating like he’d gone a round with a bull at the rodeo.

“This is probably a lot,” Javier said, taking you other hand and quirking an eyebrow. The geese made some loud, obnoxious noises and he looked at them appreciatively. “I wish I had thought of that,” he gestured at the lasso, and you smiled at him.

“This is Javier,” you said, and you let go of them both to stand up and brush yourself off. Warm hands and strong grips were exchanged, and you watched them curiously as they shook, murmuring names and titles again. They were sizing each other up, certainly, but you felt a rush of relief as you saw a familiar spark of attraction in Javi’s eyes.

“You got any more surprises for us, then?” you looked up at the cowboy, confused, only to realize he wasn’t talking to you. The goose in your cage was free halfway down the walk, the one in the lasso hissed. The poor man had been an RV in an earthquake and come out the other side overwhelmed and happy, of all things, but there wasn’t much more he could handle. To your surprise, he grabbed a crumbled paper bag and tossed the contents to the bird, before it gave a final honk, and waddled after it’s friend.

“I guess that’s a no,” you said, suddenly shy at the fullness in your heart.

“That’s alright,” Jack picked up his lasso, before looking at you and Javier, his eyes happy, and glinting with something stronger. “I think this is more than enough.”

And you agreed.

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#why am I like this #did this get away from me?#yes #absolutely #soulmate requests #soulmate goose of enforcement #Javier Peña x reader #jack daniels x reader #agent whiskey x reader #jack x you x javier #i guess thats a thing now #on this blog #don't ask me to write a part two or i swear #i'll probably do it #maybe i don't know people #also im a touch delirious sorry if this is as much of a fever dream for you as it is for me

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cupidlakes · 3 years ago

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i hope this isn’t too hot of a take? i know parasocial relationships are a bit of a meme in the mcyt community but i do honestly think some donators and gifters toe the line a bit too much with it. like some people spend literally thousands on their streamer every month and justify it by saying it’s their own paycheck they can do what they want with it, but that doesn’t really mean that it’s healthy you know? i can understand wanting to support a streamer you love whose content brings you comfort but at the same time spending ludicrous amounts of money to get a small bit of attention and clout from someone who at the end of the day probably doesn’t really care that much about them just feels kinda eh, especially considering these people are already rich enough lmao they don’t need hundreds more (not saying streamers don’t care about their fans but their is definitely a difference that is necessary between how fans view their cc and how ccs view their fans). there is nothing wrong with donating and gifting but constantly doing it with the sole intention of getting a streamers attention just doesn’t seem healthy y’know. and i’ve even some some people like that asking to be mods because they are such active members of the community and obviously care about the streamer which is a whole other can of worms of yikes

response below the cut bc ik it’s gonna be wordy!!

now that’s the thing, i’m not a monopoly on this topic and it’s tricky to navigate discussions around donating to streamers if you have the funds to do so it’s technically no ones business like the way i see it ppl do and can donate if possible as not only a token of their appreciation but a (optional!!) payment for the entertainment they enjoy like how you’d have a subscription to your favourite service or pay for your entertainment generally, even if you think playing minecraft + commentating is nbd if ppl place value on that genre of entertainment then that’s what it means to them even if it seems excessive

if we have to use an example liz (aka “LIZZZZ”) spends $$$ BANK on quackity, it’s well known and has also now moved onto some of his friends like george but explained before that she has a high enough (like very high) paying job and a lot of disposable income as an adult which allows her to spend that much, that aside, it’s just a baseless feeling ofc but i at least think she has a good head on her and isn’t just paying for attention, like gifted subs etc. Are also for the community and from what i know and have seen i don’t think we’ve ever seen her be particularly weird w/ quackity through donos at least publicly

BUT ppl ofc take advantage of the “direct line of communication” to a streamer and absolutely bomb them w personal messages and wishes that lie outside of an appreciation for the content and that’s what i think matters, intent, are you donating to a streamer bc you’re happy they do what they do, asking an innocuous question, trying to be funny or even promoting some fanart you think they’d like or are you conspicuously hoping for something more and that’s where it gets shady and parasocial i guess, it’s human nature to want to feel closer to people we consider our idols and i don’t even blame some individuals because it has to be a genuine problem if you think you can pay for a streamers affections and they need support in those instances but generally i think ppl should know their bounds in communities like these, streamers can love their general audience and communities true but they can’t guarantee their personal attention to any particular person throwing money at them and i don’t think they should (but that’s down to them)

and don’t even get me started on mods it’s so hard to bestow someone a position of power in a community knowing it’s almost a reoccuring theme that ppl are willing to abuse it which is a good point btw ppl should not be allowed to pay themselves into mod positions again you have to take other behaviours into account like if it’s selfless and comes from a place of wanting to better the community and is treated LIKE a job? sure but ppl acting entitled to power over a community or access to a streamer because they’re a reoccurring donator, now that’s questionable

so tl;dr i think we can all have our opinions on the way ppl spend on streamers and it goes without saying that twitch supports this (sub donator badges and stuff) bc it makes them money but ppls intent matters and i think it’s clear in some cases why people are excessively donating/gifting subs and yeah i’d agree it’s not really healthy

#asks #hope this was somewhat clear LOL sorry i have a headache #but this is interesting to talk abt #discourse #<- tagged for blacklist #final thoughts actually #i’m just glad that i’m in a good place in my life to where i don’t feel like i have to donate to a streamer to be happy for a split second #like i’ll donate to george occasionally i’m very happy to #!!#bc i am grateful for his presence + entertainment #but i have the gift of hindsight to know i can’t afford excessively spending and it’s also just not necessary

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