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siren-sashimi · 8 months

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NSFW Alphabet with Jonathan Crane Headcanon list; [Nolanverse!Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow x reader]

Contents and warnings: Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow is a villainous character with a not so nice personality, so please keep in mind that the content ahead can get dark and uncomfortable. The reader is mostly gender neutral, ocassional afab specific sex practices, Anal sex, Unhealthy relationship, psychological powerplay, emotional dominance, dubcon/noncon, degradation, pregnancy scare, slight sexist language, stalking, threesome fantasy, brief mention of lactation kink, intrusion of privacy, drugs, undermining of autonomy, role play If you’re sensitive to, squicked out, or triggered by any of those contents, these contents generally being unsuitable for your emotional well-being and/or age, please do not read any further! You have been warned!

➸ A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) If you're a hookup, Jonathan is a deluxe jerk. Rolls off, showers, is surprised why you're still here. Get out, he has work tomorrow (or terrorizing Gotham in the next half hour, if he has the energy left).Even if he's smitten by you/at the beginning of a relationship with him, the best you can hope for is an post-coital smoke. And then he pushes you off the bed.

In an established relationship, Jonathan can and will do better. While still needing to learn thinking of anyone but himself, he will quickly wash up, the let you cuddle. After care will be more a clinical routine but when he notices how shaken you are after especially rough sessions, his voice will get lower and cooing, kissing your temple.

➸B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Bullying left Jonathan still a bit uneasy with his body. He does engage so much with intellectual activities, mostly engages in fitness mainly because because that's the medically correct thing for a healthy mind. But he prefers thinking more of a neat appearance rather than his body per se. By times he thinks he needs to gain some mass, or is extra picky with his suits, wanting to look more proportionate. He guesses he likes that his face turned out handsome. At least quiet a lot people who flirt with him compliment him for it. His hair isn't too bad either, at least a cut can give it a good shape.

For Jonathan's partner: Their eyes and neck. So much can be read fromthe eyes, the gate to the soul. Excitement, judgement, happiness, interest, calm, sleepiness, unease... fright, or adoration. Neck because he can grip it during sex or put on some cute collars or necklaces as gifts for you.

➸ C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) As we spoke of necklaces, Jonathan likes you wearing pearl necklaces~ When he cums on you, you still licking up the rest of the cum, that makes you look like the perfect little sub always eager to get all of their dom they can. His cum tasted a bit metallic, it can run thin when his workload gets too much. Prepare some fruits for him as daily snacks, it will automatically improve the taste and consistency.

Likewise he loves, loves licking you clean when you came. You're his, all his, so he can keep your taste a bit more on his tongue.

CW for mindgames during sex, prenancy scare, unprotected sex, dubcon Whereas not really into the idea of becoming a father, Jonathan loves to sometimes threat-play that he's going to knock you up, speaking out fantasies of the milk he would lick off from your titts, how daddy will make you a pretty mommy. He only does that when he didn't put on a condom because the uncertainty of any accident makes you nervous. Only actually cums in you when you're on your period, birth control, or when doing anal.

Doesn't mind you cumming on him, prefers cum on his thigh if you, desperate for his attention, rubbed yourself on him. Cumming on his chest is good as well.

➸ D = Dirty secret Fantasizes about many taboo scenarios with you: You if you were his college student begging to not fail classes. Non-consensual scenarios if you were strangers (especially with Jonathan as a superior abusing his power). You too drugged to disagree. You falling in love with the Scarecrow whereas you're clueless about his secret identity and you'd fall in love with both. Hey, why not fantasize about you in the middle of Jonathan and the Scarecrow? Oh, what about him taking you against your will in the Scarecrow outfit, without you knowing that it's him? Many ideas he can safely channel into role plays, making it all a little exciting.

Also loves the idea to have you in full sub lifestyle. Actually doesn't follow through because Jonathan wants more from a relationship than sex. Some one he can have intellectual debates with, engage in common activities. But the idea of putting you in skimpy clothing in your home, ready and needy whenever he feels like dominating...

At some point he coherces/subtly directs you to buy clothing and lingerie he likes to see you wearing.

➸ E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Moderate to advanced. Probably Jonathan wasn't exactly everyone's favourite guy in college either but away from bullies, away from a repressive, strictly religious childhood home, out of his ugly little duckling transformation, it was the time to experiment. Well, how wouldn't the guy on top of the class, slight arrogant attitude with that face, and these eyes getting his fair share? Since his arrogance and inconsideration cause either freeze or fight in another person, Jonathan is more used to little reissistance by his partner. Whereas he does love submissive partners in bed, in a relationship he needs to get told about as well as used to his partner's demands. Also needs the intellectual stimulant to deal with disagreement, and the normalcy of domestic life.

➸ F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) (Anything where you're helplessly bondaged.) Doggy style is nice because he can go deep, maybe pull his partner upright in his lap for them to do the work. Legs bent above his partner's head to reach even deeper. As counterintuitive as it sounds, Jonathan enjoys going down on their partner, mostly them laying half upright, relaxing under his tongue. Another thing he's proud about being good at. By times likes when his partner does anal on him. Likes to be taken from behind , the rest is a bit irrelevant.

➸ G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Jonathan doesn't have a single humorous bone in his entire body, even less so during sex. You getting cheeky it is just the perfect opportunity to discipline you later.

➸ H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) At most Jonathan shaves is his balls, a little bit of the area around his genitals for better blowjobs. Sine he grooms himself according to his high social status, he does the same to his nether regions. The hair down there is more curly but due to the grooming perfectly soft. Some hairs are auburn between the dark brown ones.

➸ I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Took a bit of work to get there although love making isn't too rare with Jon. After all, he went through a terrible childhood deprived of affection, kindness and safety. A romantic relationship is a compensation for Jonathan. Someone he can get hugged by, pampered a bit, give affection to and receive affection from, a place, a person who will mean comfort and a structured life. When he means to earnestly cultivate a relationship with his partner he really wants them and himself to commit to a shared intimacy none else can get from the other. Even during rougher sessions, Jonathan likes to keep eye contact, for checking, observing, examining how his partner reacts. Even kisses your temple, liking to assure you that he knows best how to take care of you. In a long term relationships, cuddling after sex can get sweet without being saccharine. Jonathan will then cradle you, running his fingers through your hair, and likes to exchange some sweet little nothings. Likes when you massage his scalp. Even such a clever, ever curious brain needs some relaxation.

➸ J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Not kidding, jacks off when celebrating something important in his life. Got his PhD title? Indulgent jack-off sesssion. Scored a date with someone he really desires? Indulgent jack-off session. Payraise? Jacking off. On casual weeks, when not in a relationship he does it maybe once or twice, mostly out of habit.

In a relationship, when he either feels like it or wakes up with a boner, Jonathan just grabs you. Why do it himself if you're right there? When you're out of town or reach for a while, he will repress the urge but get you to do phone sex as soon as possible. To have some extra backup for his jerk off session.

➸ K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) This man is so, so, so kinky. The list of his kinks is non exhaustive. ✧Choking. Quiet controlled since he had to take some anatomy classes for his pharmaceutical qualification. Knows exactly how far he can go. ✧Definitely dominant, if not sadistic by time. Will cultivate your submissive streak into full bloom so he can entirely dominate your sessions. When you get to fuck into Jonathan, Jonathan still powerbottoms and directs you in your actions. ✧Degradation, of course. This man has an ego big enough for an appartement complex. ✧Dirty talk. While a bit awkward at first, you have to get used to Jonathan's habit of using cultured, academic vocabulary. Don't be duped through, Jonathan can conjure scenarios of the smuttiest filth possible, capable of talking very crudely. Likes to hear himself talk, talking about himself - by g-d he's so creative and dirty, sometimes you almost cum by the images Jonathan conjures alone. ✧Free use: For you that means that really have to be avaible whenever Jonathan has untamable urges. Maybe makes exception when you have to cook or do some manual labour which requires attention, are on deadlines but if you can take breaks inbetween... why not use your breaks for him? For Jonathan free use means that he will happily receive a blowjob anytime, or will have you beg for him touching or you dry humoing him for attention. ✧ A big fan of role play. Honestly, the man has an entire mental catalogue of taboo or risqué fantasy scenarios (him a priest, you a chaste num, you a college grad begging for a better grade you'll need to really work for, you a patient who's boundaries he violates, him as a judge who gets corrupted by the desperate defendant...). Gets you into acting these out. CNC are often an element of them. ✧Intoxication. No need for hard drugs although he has had sex on an LSD-induced trip during college. Sometimes, when the mood is right being a bit tipsy together makes the warmth of the other more blissful. Lighter drugs are ok too, Jonathan's convinced he has mastered the dosage. Likes to slip in aphrodisiacs too when both of you have no appointments coming up on the next day. Once used, with your consent, sleeping pills to try out somnophilia and dubcon kinks. Jonathan does dabble with the idea of trying out his anxiety inducing toxins but the idea of him terrifying you raises resistance in him. After all, he adores you, wants to share a home he didn't have as a child. ✧Toys. (See T for toys.) ➸ L = Location (favorite places to do the do) For someone with control freak tendencies, Jonathan enjoys the thrill of maybe getting caught. Mostly he does check the surroundings well enough to know what to do in order to not get caught. At home, bed, couch, shower, bathtub, sofa, armchair, maybe table top, all stable surfaces are game. But his office, or the car is also an option. And if the weather and Jonathan's mood align, on a day of heavy rain he will pull in an abandoned alleyway or tunnel to give you head or take you from behind.

➸ M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Jonathan is a lapsed catholic, it's not too complicated to wake his arousal. While more a fan of doing it with a stable partner, people showing some kind of submissiveness wake his interest. (It doesn't matter how they behave in public, as long as he can sense that they're probably sexually submissive...) In private, when you admit that you're sexually needy, he lets stew a bit, he already knows what's happening in the next 10 minutes. Oh yeah, and because Jonathan is an egocentric prick, he does fall for people he finds attractive and give him (scientifically informed) compliments for his work.

➸ N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Whereas experimental, Jonathan won't do anything inflicting physical or psychologically impactful or even long lasting/permanent damage. Will also only ever use methods or toys he knows how to use. Bodily fluids are limited to saliva, tears, breastmilk, and cum. Stops when you use your safeword or begin panicking/hyperventilate. After the session he does ask you if you'd like to try it again. If you decidedly tell him that you would not want to do that ever again, he will drop it.

Jonathan enjoys compliments about his intellectual accomplishments but remains a bit squirmy when anything physical but his eyes gets complimented.

➸ O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) For such an egocentric man, it's a bit of a surprise but he likes to dish out as much as he likes to be served. A pretty 50-50-situation in terms of giving and receiving. If not giving a bit more than receiving.For one, Jonathan genuinely likes giving oral. Likes to hear how good he is. Has to be said that he earned his praise for what he does with lips, tongue and fingers.

Eats a balances diet (studied a lot about the human body for his pharmacological direction) so his penis and cum taste good.

➸ P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) While loving the game-aspect of fore- or roleplay, making it all sensual, Jonathan is normally a bit more rough and dominating. Wants you to remember who touched you. Yet, doing things slowly, in an erotic manner isn't rare for him either. Takes his time to kiss and exploring his partner's body.

➸ Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Barely does or likes it. Jonathan likes to take his time, enjoys the attention directed towards him, making his partner quiver and whimper. Might grab you when he's agitated but even then sessions go for longer.

➸ R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) From an outsider's perspective Jonathan's experimental, from his own perspective, he's acting within a natural, well controlled environment. Kinks are natrual parts of sexuality, they just need to be in snych with a partner's liking. Fancies himself knowledgeable enough about the human mind and body to explore the things he wishes to explore. Also thinks that he knows how to master and organize a room/environment so that even more public spaces are safe for sexual encounters. Jonathan has lot of confidence in his use of drugs, surroundings, toys, etc. whereas in actuality, reality might be more shrouded...

➸ S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Pretty good. Can go for about 3 rounds a day. If you were separated for longer, Jonathan can gor for 4 rounds in a row. On some free days you probably had more sex than meals.(Not in a sex god way but more in a very horny, lazy sunday way.)

➸ T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Has dictated which ones he allows you to use, also likes to see how you tease yourself with them while he watches you and is seemingly unfazed. For himself, Jonathan also uses some toys like a little vibrating egg, or anal beads. If you're in need for one, he got a strap on for you to use on him.

➸ U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) This is the king of foreplay. Can make you cum only by foreplay if he wants to. Remember, Jonathan likes his dearest somewhat at his whim, and if they're needy, they're more eager to please to make sure he will give them what they want from him. So he might speak in innuendos or say something shockingly raunchy in a mater-of-fact tone that makes your libido spike from 0 to 110%. When you approach him with your horniness, Jonathan is cruel enough to make you wait until he reacts to your advances.

➸ V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Can control his volume, but usually quiet vocal. Grunts lowly and breathes heavily while in public/semi-public spaces and puts a hand on your mouth to keep you quiet. Might whisper some absolute filth into your ear though. In private, Jonathan moans, sighs, talks dirty, even growls while cumming. Likes to hear how loud he can make you moan...

➸W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) The cross necklace stays on during sex. Ironically has a pretty healthy relationship towards sex. To elaborate: The actual unsavoury aspect about a relationship with him is the emotional aspect of him needing to some extent dominate, and control his partner. But when it comes to sexuality, Jonathan in knowledgable enough about psychology and sexuality that he's not judgemental about kinks, preferences, and sexual diversity. (Diversity win, the mad scientist is chill about sexuality....)

➸ X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) A pretty cock. A bit above average, a bit wider gridth than usual, has a rose pink tip, and sleek surface. Simply lovely to look at. Feels very good in your mouth.

➸ Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) He grew up Catholic. After he moved out of his grandmothers, all free to do as he pleased, Jonathan lives out all his repressed sexual guilt and teenage horniness. Jonathan does like to think of himself as refined enough, enjoys seduction, and creativity in the bed, and thinks a bit too clincally about kinks and sexual needs to act like a horny teenager but... boy, once he gets his hands on someone, Jonathan will try out everything they're both willing to do. You pick him up from work? Let's explore the thrill of getting caught in the office. Dinner on boring charity- or pharma-company meetings? Let's try not getting caught while he fingers you under the table. You just came back from work and want to shower? Jonathan will be the sweet boyfriend who helps you wash - just to get you dirty all over again.

➸ Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Depends on the time of day. in the morning or if he needs to finish some work at home, Jonathan cuddles for a bit, then gets back up to work. If you've sex in the late evening, waits until you fall asleep first or are sleepy enough to not likely get up again. Likes to sleep with you together.

#Jonathan Crane x reader #Nolanverse!Scarecow x reader #Scarecrow x reader #Batman smut HC

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flbrokensoldier · 2 years

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Hey! As a thank you for 11 followers and a bunch of likes, heres a little headcannon list for both Cassidy and Carlos (I will do one for Leon and whoever you guys want form my list that's here)

Carlos General Headcannons <3

Alright to start this off, this man can go from full coherent english to straight up pissed Portuguese ranting.

Its cute when he does it but dang, the first time you heard it, it was a bit intimidating.

However, after you decide to take some Portuguese lessons to better understand him, it all starts making sense.

It's adorable because he'll also flirt in Portuguese, calling you all sorts of sweet nicknames like handsome/beautiful, or other little nicknames.

At first when you both met, he didn't explain what he was saying so later after learning some of his native language, it started to make all the sense in the world.

When you call him "bonito" for the first time, he's super shocked and he gets all flustered because he knows you understand what he's saying.

He's also a massive flirt, when he first meets you and when you make it official, still the biggest flirt you've probably ever know.

Another thing, this man only really seems to swear in Portuguese when he's genuinely pissed off, so you'll know when it's a bad day at whatever job he's working.

This man absolutely loves sunsets and sunrises. The colors. The display. All of it he absolutely loves.

This man also loves art in general. Paintings that seem to call out to him are ones of forests, sunsets, animals, and stars.

He cannot paint worth shit but he loves to admire it.

If you two ever have a proposal, he'd definitely do it under the stars at a place that means the most to you both.

He would get a big ring with a big gem, but if you ask for otherwise, he'll make sure it's small yet beautiful <3

His favorite colors are red and blues. (I'd say green if it's a normal universe but if we're talking after Raccoon, it reminds him of his uniform and brings back memories so he's not too fond of owning clothing with green or things green.)

If we're talkin' a normal universe or AU, he's a family man. He'll take you to see his family, tell them thousands of stories about you, and makes sure that his siblings don't terrorize you, especially the two younger ones.

His love language is physical touch (or pebbling - meaning giving little gifts that remind him of you) and he likes to receive love by time.

Now about the pebbling, he'll find some sort of rock that could he a red tint and say it reminds him because of your fiery personality.

At this point you have like three different jars of stuff he brings to you, it's adorable but makes finding space sometimes a difficult thing, but you manage

Now if we're in raccoon city or shit is still south with the zombies, he pebbles by finding things you need.

That being ammunition, bandages, and so on.

He's a sweetheart really, he may not show it but he's fragile inside.

He hears you get hurt, his heart drops and he panics until you make it back, even if it's emotionally. (Mostly after everything in Raccoon, as any person, he'd panic easily.)

He's got a big heart so it's easy to get it hurt with other people, but if he catches onto someone being rude and using him, he kills them with kindness.

Hes got a death stare, it's rare but DAMN.

Makes everyone go silent, especially if someone is being annoying to you and flirting with you to the point of you feeling scared and uncomfortable.

That glare is rare though and he rarely uses it around you <3 (mostly because he doesn't catch himself doing it half the time)

Let's leave it off with a soft one for him

He loves to slow dance with you in the living room, any slow song, he'll dance to and he'll carefully hold your hips with one hand while the other holds your face, peppering you with kisses like mad.

Cassidy General Headcannons <3

First off, this man.. Has no filter.

Hes honest to his core.

If anyone in Overwatch asks for his opinion on something, he's brutally honest.

He hates sugar coating with a passion.

He likes to hold your hips, as long as you're comfortable with it, and sway you back and forth to some country song he'll either sing or him to you.

His love language is words of affirmation and physical touch, he prefers to receive love with acts of service or physical touch.

He is touch starved but he hates showing it, he thinks its one of his weaknesses

give him a hug or kiss please

He loves being close to you during missions, he will protect you fiercely and do almost anything for you.

He loves watching the little things you do, like fixing your shirt because it's being stupid, mostly because of the faces you make.

He loves your little expressions you do

He also loves it when you get excited.

HE WILL AND CAN PICK YOU UP AND CARRY YOU AROUND, ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE WOUNDED.

He will insist to do it over anyone else. If someone tried he will be slightly disappointed but he will keep trying to ask to carry you.

His swearing is hilarious, it's a bad habit and goodness he's a sailor more than half the time.

If someone chews him out over something, he will say the most Cassidy thing he can like.. "Sorry to disappoint ya, but I ain't changing for even god darlin'." most likely followed by a wink

He will try not to smoke around you if you request him to, he's very respectful of boundaries and will not push.

If someone pushes your boundaries, he will tell them what for.

His favorite color is reds, silvers and blacks <3

HE LOVES SNUGGLING, he won't actually be physically affectionate in front of strangers but with everyone in overwatch, he will show you off.

His reputation he doesn't want being ruined thinking he's gone soft OR having some bad people get ahold of the information and knowing you were his true weakness.

He can not lose you, if he does, he will spiral into a dark pit of depression, drinking and smoking them damn cigars until he drinks and smokes his way into an early grave.

Now, if he drinks around you, it's little amounts and that's all he drinks in total. He thinks that around you he will try and better himself even if it's slightly, just for you.

This means less drinking, which are first he was annoyed with but he never took it out on you and didn't give up.

In the end, he drinks a healthier amount and he smokes still like crazy but that's addiction for you. He will try and work on that sooner or later though.

HOWEVER, DON'T EXPECT THIS TO HAPPEN OVER NIGHT.

This was very much so a comfort for Cole when he was in Deadlock and Blackwatch.

It still is.

It will take a lot of courage and a lot of personal growth for him to finally stop.

He loves you yes, but this is something that will take him more than what it took to cut back on the drinking.

He loves cats more so than dogs.

Dogs get up in his face and he's usually got a cigar and he doesn't want them getting burned.

He also doesn't like the smell dogs have.

He doesn't mind them though, just least likely to show them affection.

If he ever gets settled down and buys a home, the first thing he's getting is a cat.

A rescue at that.

Hes got a soft spot for kids, he'll show them tricks and he'll spend time with them, he will also try so damn hard to protect their innocence since his was short lived when he was younger.

He grew up too fast and wouldn't want that for other kids.

He doesn't out right show he cares though but when you look away, don't be shocked if you see him with his hat off and on the kids head when you look back.

Again, thank you so much for 11 followers! 💚

#carlos oliveira #carlos oliveria x reader #re3 remake #resident evil #resident evil 3 #overwatch #cole cassidy x reader #cole cassidy #mccree x reader #mccree #x reader #x reader headcanons #headcanon #head cannons #ily all #<3333

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not-wholly-unheroic · 1 year

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I hope to write a full review of Peter Pan and Wendy at some point in the near future once I’ve had the chance to rewatch it a few times, but in the meantime, it makes me sad that so many people seem to have hated it, and I need to just gush about a few of my favorite parts.

(Warning: This list will contain SPOILERS for the film.)

Wendy’s very realistic reaction to having her favorite bedtime story character show up in her bedroom in the middle of the night (“How are you real?!).

The reworking of the “kiss” scene. Although the childhood romance/first love thing between the two of them in most versions is adorable, seeing Wendy sort of mentally panic and scramble to find SOMETHING to give Peter when, after getting hurt, Michael suggests someone give him a kiss to make it better and Peter says he doesn’t know what that is but he thinks he needs one is hilarious and totally something an awkward teen girl would do when confronted with kissing a boy in front of her brothers.

Mr. Smee’s good heart and kindness. Gaffigan’s Smee tries on more than one occasion to shield the kids from the worst of Hook’s wrath and/or scary situations as best he can while still being loyal to Hook. And it is openly acknowledged that there is a sort of father/son relationship between Hook and Smee due to Smee having pulled him from the sea when he was just a boy. Law’s Hook isn’t always good to Smee, but he very much recognizes he wouldn’t be alive without him. It’s also nice to see that although a bit of a dork sometimes, this Smee isn’t stupid, and actually seems pretty perceptive at times.

The sea shanties!!! I love that they found a way to work a few songs into the film without it feeling too out of place in a live-action movie that isn’t a full-on musical. The songs themselves are catchy and the lyrics (which are mostly about things in the deep that will eat you…) serve to remind us of the hellish nightmare Hook lives every day in fear of the crocodile. We also get a nod to the Disney sequel. (Props to the songwriter for managing to work the word “cephalopod” into a song and actually having it fit the rhyme.) Also, the second song arguably has a ticking motif in the slow drum beat.

The crocodile’s appearance and attitude. This thing is terrifying. It’s HUGE. There is absolutely no one in their right mind who wouldn’t run from this creature. While it wants Hook most of all, it isn’t opposed to eating others either (and does apparently nab a few men who get shoved out of the way by Hook or who aren’t fast enough). Also, all the spears sticking out of its hide. Makes me think of Moby Dick. The crew has apparently tried on many occasions to get rid of this crocodile but it refuses to die.

The similarities and differences in Peter’s fight with Hook at Skull Rock as opposed to the animated film. Hook ALMOST steps off a ledge at one point like in the animated version, but Smee is there to grab us coat and pull him back before he can fall. We also get some good shadow sequences like in the animated film…but apparently, Hook’s shadow can harm Peter’s with the effect that Peter himself actually feels it.

Hook’s reaction to the crocodile. His first words on seeing the creature are just a very quiet sort of shaky, “Oh, God….” When it lunges for him at one point, he freezes in terror for a second before his instinct to run kicks back in. This man is traumatized.

Hook and Peter’s relationship. Okay, yeah, I’m upset they went with the very cliche “Hook was a Lost Boy” deal which has been done so many times now in book retellings that it’s not even new or interesting anymore (not to mention Hook really needs to be an Etonian to make him who he is…) BUT I am very pleased at the emotional depth the actors and writers went to here for BOTH of the characters. Hook is still clearly capable of brutality but he’s also deeply wounded. Peter is selfish and cocky like any little boy might be, but he’s not evil and genuinely misses the friend he used to have in James. They weren’t black and white hero/villain tropes. They were complex characters who both dealt with things poorly, and it takes Wendy pushing on their emotional walls and asking hard questions to finally make them see they can stop hurting each other and maybe repair what has been broken.

The quotes they gave Law as Hook. So many good ones that I may make an entirely separate post about it but the entire brig scene with Wendy is gut-wrenching. At first, my reaction was, “Why is he telling her all of this?” But then, I remembered that even Barrie’s Hook has a tendency to monologue and I think part of the reason he tells her so much is simply because she might be the first person other than Smee to actually want to LISTEN to his side of things. (Much as how Tink points out later in the film that Wendy is one of the first people to really hear her.)

Peter actually needing and accepting help. While admittedly, I think they may have leaned into the “girl power” thing a little too heavily in this version, it was nice to see Peter actually realize that he DOES need people in his life and that it’s OKAY to ask for help sometimes.

Everything about the ending. Peter apologizing to Hook and flat-out refusing to fight him. Hook’s initial anger and disbelief. Peter reaching out and grabbing him by the claw to keep him from falling. The pained and terrified look on Hook’s face as he scrambles to come up with just one happy thought and can’t find any. The look of horror from Peter as he watches his former best friend fall to what he assumes will be his death. The fact that Peter MOURNS for him. The symbolism of “Hook” falling away and dying while “James” survives. The little hopeful smile he gives when he sees Peter coming back. UGH! It was SO GOOD!!! 😭 And that’s not even including the emotional scene with Peter and Wendy saying their goodbyes on the rooftop in London.

This film wasn’t without it’s flaws. The pacing was a little off in places, and it doesn’t feel quite like an epic adventure…but BOY, does it have some heart to it.

#peter pan and wendy #disney peter pan and wendy #disney live action peter pan #disney live action remakes #Captain Hook #jude law #Peter pan #alexander molony

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munsster · 2 years

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domestic!steve and his little family

A/N: i can’t get his “six nuggets” speech out of my head

Warnings: drinking, suggestive situations, fluff

part one part two part three part four

you passing out on the couch after putting the kids to bed and trying to get through a movie. he comes home and cuddles behind you and then the terrors wake up and come lay on top of you both then the dog curls up by your feet

just a pile of harringtons <3

SLOW. DANCING. all the time, to everything, holding a baby on his arm, cooking, cleaning, humming the music because there's nothing else playing

everyone getting a cold/the flu at the same time, and you happy to dole out cough medicine and tissue boxes, but he just follows you around and gets to everything before you can strain yourself

him ALWAYS knowing when you're on the verge. whether it's the kids being a little too whiny, or just a rough day, he's there to swoop in when you need even a little assistance

plus maybe finding you curled up in bed after an awful day and just turning off all the lights for you and spooning the rest of the night

accidentally getting super protective of his little family, doing all the 'hard' tasks (changing a light bulb, sweeping/mopping, the laundry, etc) to save everyone else the hassle

just the most lovely helicopter parent

FAMILY GROCERY TRIPS 🥺🥺!!!!! him buying the kids whatever they want and pushing them around in the cart while they swing their little legs. using only one hand so he can hold yours in the other. stopping halfway through every aisle for a kiss. the kids squealing and covering their eyes.

the party is still in college and (mostly) in-state, and your home is like a free for all every time they're in town. which honestly is such a good deal (the babysat become the babysitters, and i stand by that) they love you guys and the kiddos

especially dustin

lemme tell you, he would get so excited about teaching your little harrington fusion babies how to play dnd. um bonus he definitely makes them into little techie babies on accident, and it's gotta be so cute seeing them slowly turn into his mini-mes

him trying to explain all the confusing bits of movies/cartoons to the nonverbal baby who’s just babbling incessantly, and dustin’s determined to get the little ray of sunshine to understand Ducktales

one of the kids LOVES fiddling with dustin’s shiny new gameboy + him calling her dustin jr. for a lonnnng time

dustin being the most involved and present of the party, stopping by as much as possible even when he’s busy, making them snacks and sandwiches and bringing them toys

uncle dusty 🥹

okay now don't get me started on robin

she like definitely hates kids, but uh oh suddenly there's a soft spot for your little ones because they look exactly like her best friends. down to the smiles, the eyes, everything

(her bringing vickie over for double dates, and vickie is good with kids, which really isn't helping robin's soft spot for the rascals. she's a sucker, and we all know it)

YOU HOSTING “FAMILY PARTIES” EVERY YEAR WHERE EVERYONE (wheelers, sinclairs, byers, hendersons, argyle, robin, max, and eddie + wayne sometimes) COME OVER AND HAVE A BBQ AND PLAY GAMES AND DO KARAOKE

bonus: joyce and hopper shredding journey songs APART for the entire neighborhood to hear

also bonus: most of them getting wine drunk and passing out on the living room floor while you and steve lay blankets on top of them. the babes being SO excited to see everyone in the morning (even if all the adults are very hungover)

anyways back on track here: steve learning how to braid.

because your daughter's hair can be pesky some days

okay most days, which makes his new little hobby all the more useful. and he gets INVESTED in all the different hairstyles (french braids, dutch braids, fishtail braids, even the twisty ones?? you name it and steve harrington's wrote the goddamn book on it)

also??? bathtime with the kids would be so precious. them having BASKETS full of bathtoys

even when you're just perched on the toilet seat making sure no one drowns, you end up covered in soapy water. head to toe, it's so unfunny

steve "bubble bath" harrington buying the fancy soap that fills the entire bathroom with foam just cause the babies find it so fucking fascinating

him and the babies sitting on the couch watching cartoons or something when they can't sleep, and they're just mindlessly chattering while steve is treating it like a full on conversation.

"yeah" + "oh yeah, i hadn't thought about it that way" + "wow. no, that's a really good point, bubba" + "i'm sorry, dewey did what?" + "you better not be taking notes, missy”

family picnics, family drive-in movies, family walks in the park, family game night, family apple picking, family beach days, family camping trips (+ steve’s insane bonfire skills), family crafts, family pillow forts, family baking

that’s all

matching clothes 90% of the time (gingham, hats, swimsuits, all of it. getting ready is such a hassle most days because steve is adamant on looking like a big bunch ‘o’ freaks… but it’s pretty cute to see him so excited)

steve is so invested in how much you care for the babes. like his heart is AFLUTTER every time you mindlessly play with their fragile baby hairs and call them sweet names and kiss their little heads

but sometimes, he just wants to unwind

the kids are snoring away after you’ve read them about four picture books (and an encore), and he’s standing in the doorway, ready to catch you in a tight hug when you slump over to him

whispering about how good you are with them, kissing your temples + forehead, taking hot showers together after a particularly tiring day

then laying down wrapped up in each others arms and trying not to doze off (and even though he finds it very cute when you fight your exhaustion, it’s even better when you go pliant and he can just brush your hair from your face and kiss your nose and wish you sweet dreams)

and he’s got insane body heat so you don’t even need the covers on from late spring to late fall

plain old cuddles keep you just as warm

SPORTS DAD ALERT!!!!! crackin a sunday morning beer (idk i dont pay attention to sports) AND TOSSIN A BALL WITH THE BABIES????

oh my goodness im MELTING because they are not good at sports, yk being babies and all, but he’s so encouraging anyway

teaching them to catch and throw and dunk and swim and dive- oH my god, he’s perfect and so so patient and understanding

father of the year truly

annual road trips to maine or oregon or louisiana depending on how crazy he’s feeling, but it’s always a surprise, and he always plans it himself no matter how much you insist on helping

your music taste imprinting on the babies during the hour long car rides (and steve a little tbh)

oh yeah, you don’t have a camper because you told him it might be excessive, but hey, he’s just as content bustling through the states in a beat up old mini van

making a million stops for sight-seeing and snacks

him getting sunburnt all the time and yeah, it brings out his freckles, but you scold him for sure about how reckless it was meanwhile your kids are LATHERED in sunscreen even when they’re inside all day pls 😭

okay…. you don’t do as much together [in bed] anymore because of the kids, but whenever you get the chance, he’s crazy sensitive, even when you just trace his skin or kiss his moles, he’s like arching off the mattress going wild

and he’s not shy about his ‘i love you’s

well, maybe he is, but he’s not shy about showing it

gosh and he always looks so handsome. being a dad really suits him: not always having the time to shave (stubble 🥴), the ever-present proud father/husband smile on his face, THE HIGH WAISTED JEANS

(please tell me why he would get all the babies names tattooed. and yours of course. probably in an arrow heart. god he’s so gross, i want him)

him occasionally whipping out his old letterman and putting it on just to tease you, using his specially reserved ‘king steve’ persona to flirt with you until you give him a kiss and rehide the goddamned jacket

him being OBSESSED with you. all. the. time.

boy is still needy. he is a honeymoon phase man at heart. it’s not a phase.

pulling you in for so many random kisses, always telling you how gorgeous and incredible you look even if you’re sweaty and overheating, taking you on spontaneous stargazing dates, bringing/making you lunch on days he works, holding your hand every second of every day

always always having special dates (birthdays, anniversaries) locked up in his brain vault, making SURE to buy you and the kids the perfect gifts/treat you to dinner

and at one point, the game of remembering becomes a little competition

in the beginning of your marriage, he used to rush to the store to buy you flowers, but after a few years of you beating him to the punch, he gave up and just accepted your bouquets every year, promising to kiss you silly later that day

he truly cannot resist your smile when you hand him that bundle of pretty flowers (the little nuggets love it, too, because it means they each get to pick a personal flower out of the bunch)

steve is genuinely the sweetest and most caring husband and father and i don’t take criticism

he’s wanted it for so long and had so much practice that it comes naturally to him. he never loses his temper, and the kids are just as sweet on him as you are.

masterlist

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odditycircus-2002 · 11 months

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Shang Tsung X Medusa Reader Part II

I overwrote again😅 As a reminder, this is a reader insert with Shang Tsung as your husband at this point. You not only have the ability to turn people to stone with your piercing stare, but you were an apothecary as well. TW: A bit spicy at some parts 🥵

With your husband's victory, you were both granted a life of luxury and an entire island. Anything you could possibly ever desire, Shang Tsung would have delivered to you on a jewel-encrusted silver platter. You are adorned with the finest and most lavish outfits, jewelry, and accessories befitting an Empress. You're given dozens of servants to wait on you hand and foot, so you never have to lift a finger if you so desire. Shang Tsung would definitely have a throne made for you right by him, befitting of his sweet soul, his Queen, and his Empress.

He's also fitted his palace with many mirrors, which most would mistake for him being extremely vain. While not exactly wrong, the main reason really is so he could safely make eye contact with you without turning into stone and needing to be un-petrified every time. Something that happened once when you both turned a corner and you weren't wearing your mask or veil, much to his chagrin and your amusement. The memory of Shang's surprised expression suddenly frozen in stone is one you'll always carry with you.

"I love how my eyes can still petrify you after all this time, darling."

"Hilarious as always, my sweet."

He quickly forgives you when you give him a sweet kiss on the mouth, followed by a barrage of your snakes following suit, which causes him to chuckle in delight. Who can still be mad for too long when one is tickled by dozens of tiny forked tongues?

You would mostly be able to maintain heavy eye contact with Shang Tsung during meals when you're sitting side by side in front of a mirror. Other times, it's when he's helping oil your writhing snakes to keep their scales healthy and gleaming, all while sensually massaging your living locks as you continue to watch with a blissed-out expression. In fact, one of your favorite activities to do together is to help take care of the other's hair, which includes you massaging Shang Tsung's scalp while washing his long locks and putting little braids in. It delights something deep within your soul to know that your husband is absolutely unbothered by what has become a part of you for centuries.

Almost like meeting an unspoken challenge, you'd take the time to make your husband tea or food to snack on during work, leave him a fresh set of robes when knowing he'll be spending a day in the Flesh Pits; sometimes, you'd make medicine for Shang Tsung, whether it's to help him sleep, keep him awake and focused, or something to slip to a target; even help work out the tight knots in his shoulders and back, as he would with your coils. You bet that Shang is melting under your touch all the while. 😏

While you still tease Shang Tsung with how easy it would be to kill him whenever you show care or pamper, your husband knows your words are nothing but empty threats. After all, you still haven't done it after hundreds of years, not after you first slept together nor when he lost a Tournament to the Great Kung Lao.

"You know how easy it would be for me to slice open you neck and watch your blood delicately trickle out?"

"I'm quite aware, dear. But, if it's so easy, then why not do it now while my back is to you?"

"*sultry chuckle* Because, darling, there's no other like you."

Sometimes when you two aren't too busy, you take long walks through his island just to talk and enjoy one another's company like you did so many eons ago. Sometimes, when you both just want to sit outside and enjoy the weather, you'd lounge around in your garden to catch up. A garden full of exotic flora you personally care for and decorated with would-be thieves turned into stone, frozen in terror at your visage. It also helps your statues aren't just decoration but still living vessels containing souls. There isn't a shortage of those that would try to steal from your husband, so you never really run out of varieties of decorations for your garden. Shang Tsung will often take the time to admire your handy work and how you captured their horror and fear in those moments.

We love ourselves as a working couple that supports one another, don't we? 😊 While Shang Tsung may spend plenty of time away from home to complete whatever work Shao Khan demands, you're often in your workshop coming up with all sorts of deadly concoctions or potent medicine (and yes, your snake coils do help with a lot) also often orders of the Khan. A man both you and your husband despise and will often talk shit about within the comforts of home. It helps take a bit of the edge off to praise one another for each other's work and qualities under the Khan's grueling demands.

"Honestly, that Meat head brute could do to have your vision and creativity."

"Or your charming personality and half your intellect, let's not forget."

"Shao Khan could benefit from just a quarter of it, let's be honest."

While Shang Tsung does love to show you off to others, draped in fine silk and standing by his throne during the Tournaments he hosts, you are, in fact, not a trophy wife. However, to outsiders, that's exactly what they see, which you and Shang purposely led them to believe. For them to see a quiet, obedient, almost meek trophy wife who never shows her face, always hiding it one way or another. A mask that works well for you to act as another pair of eyes for Shang Tsung, able to move among the crowds, almost invisible as you go about your usual business since the second Tournament you attended.A ruse that has worked so well in the past that a younger Princess Kitana pitied you for, what she assumed, to be a marriage The Sorcerer practically forced you into, much to your eternal humor for the then-naive princess.

"I mean no offense, but is Shang Tsung the reason why you wear that mask, Madam? It's alright to tell me."

"Oh no, no, no! You have it all wrong, your highness. I assure you, my husband treats me quite well. He told me that my mask is more for everyone's safety than anything. Teehee"

"Why does that do nothing to assure me?"

MK 11 Kitana: "To think, I once felt sorry that you married that Snake."

"I told you the truth when I said my Shang treats me well. It's not my fault you didn't believe me."

"MK 11 Kitana: "Yet, my eyes are more open to the truth than ever."

When Shang Tsung originally died, you felt an odd sense of emptiness inside, one you never quite felt before, even with your father's passing. That emptiness was then replaced by a heavy weight that no worldly pleasure or potion could ever permanently rid you of. Soon replaced by indescribable fire once you learn the circumstances around Shang Tsung's death, such as how Shao Khan ripped out his soul to power Sindel.

From there, after renouncing your loyalty to all of Outworld, you did assist anyone you can for a high price. Did they desire a poison that would cause their enemies to be paralyzed while absolute agony? It'll cost but an eye. Have greater power to your abilities? Just a few years of your life will do. A voice, a heart, your soul, nothing was off limits. Either pay up or become part of your cave's garden or stone slave; nevertheless, your main objective was to bring Outworld to its ruin, watching it crumble to bareness and bleakness.

You've mostly done business with Mileena (who you have a small fondness for due to her being one of Shang Tsung's creations) and her Insurrection, giving them either needed toxins or remedies, given Mileena's continuous usage of Shinnok's amulet. However, that doesn't mean you didn't do business with the Special forces now and again, with you being their dirty little secret.

Granted, you had to work from the fringes of the Empire, due to how you were technically wanted by Kotal Khan for being Shang Tsung's accomplice. You've done this song and dance before, only this time, you vowed to never bow to another Khan. Especially one so foolish as to trust a Kytinn.

However, the person that earned your vengeful gaze would have to go to Quan Chi, since you couldn't get to Shao Khan in time. Plus, his plan to resurrect Sindel led to your beloved's death.

For that reason, you briefly made an uneasy alliance with Scorpion to invade the Special Forces Camp to finally Kill to Necromancer, the only payment needed being Quan Chi's spilled blood.

#Odd writing #Shang Tsung #shang tsung x reader #mortal kombat #mk11 x reader #mk x reader #mk #mk headcannons #reader insert #medusa reader #romantic headcanons #mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat shang tsung #my writing

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oletus-manors-log · 1 year

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could I also ask for some general relationship/romance hcs with michiko & norton?

-📀 anon

OBSERVER'S NOTE :

“ Ooh, Michiko and Norton, hm? I see... I can do these two, no worries. They have been on my list, anyway. Hopefully this is up to your expectations, 📀 anon. I tried my best with these two. ♪

Oh, and I'm trying a new format. Hopefully this is more easier to read. The last thing I need is for this to look.. Clunky. ”

General Romance HCs for: Michiko & Norton Campbell

Romance? What romance? Norton had expected the concept to not be possible with him.

Because of his past, he actually thought that life would be cruel to him. He's lost his companions in the accident... Others thought of him as a scumbag... Why would you think that he would be blessed with romance of all things?

The biggest thing that had changed his perception was definitely when he came to the manor. Enduring night terrors wasn't the greatest, and because of the life-threatening and altering events he endured, he's built up walls to protect himself.

He actually had nightmares of it- the gnawing fear feeding into the trauma he endured, the many times he had pushed others away, even using them in the past as stepping stones...

Norton truly thought that he was the scum of the Earth. A dead man. He does not deserve something so... So foolish and sweet as love.

... And yet, when he does fall in love?

He falls hard.

Don't get me wrong: a man of his caliber and experience is not an easy one to romance. He's a stubborn soul till the end, and can even be spiteful, too. But during his time in the mines and even with others in the manor, he's learned a few things on romance.

He likes to take the matter slow. He rushed into a few things himself in the past, and it has cost him. Because of that, he learned to take his time and ease himself into the relationship.

He, like Grace, likes collecting things. However, he would only collect authentic and real gems and minerals, often showing it to his lover when he deemed them to be trustworthy.

Norton is a bit of a flirt, but not overly or over the top. He likes to take it on a subtle turn, making sure that only he gets to see his beloved flustered or act embarrassed.

Contrary to popular belief, he's actually touch-starved! The Prospector likes to hold his lover close and show his affection that way, often opting to kiss parts of their skin and even trace words on the palms of their hands. However, if his lover expressed that they want to hold him and do the same, he might act a little... Adverse.

Be gentle with the man, please. Even if he pulls away, he will secretly thank his lover if they insist and help him stomp out the uncertainty cropping up on his mind. Even when in a relationship, he has moments of self-doubt and self-destructive behaviors, so it would do some good if his lover is able to get him out of it.

He would sometimes toss a magnet to them if he sees them in a match, mostly to get them away from the hunter, or (if its a friendly match), just to hug them. What? Can't he do that?

Hehe, how cruel... Of course he would do that.

In special days and anniversaries, he'd even have some dates planned. Getting stuck in the manor doesn't yield much date plans and locations, but with his lover and in love, the Prospector will do anything to make it special.

God knows this man is protective, and to a bigger fault than people may think. If there is someone that would put his lover in harm's way or even something in the match going awry, he'd be there to shield them.

He may dislike getting hurt after, but seeing his lover safe, it felt like getting new scars is worth the effort.

A man with a streak of misfortune as Norton is, there's a lot of mystery behind the once greedy survivor. Although now that he's a lot more... Lax, he's able to show his love to his beloved if they stuck by his side for so long.

Despite seeing the prettiest of jewels and minerals, to him, his lover is the prettiest and rarest of them all.

“ ... Sometimes, I wonder what makes you attracted to me. We're both opposites, but I guess that's what makes the saying, ‘Opposites Attract’ true, hm? ”

Oh dear... Michiko is probably not the best with romance. Or, at least, rekindling it.

Let's just say the Geisha has had her experience with love. She had fallen in love with Miles, after all, and after all that she endured, she has yet to return to it when she was still in grief.

Much like Norton, be patient with the lady. After her first time, she's a lot more wary and wouldn't want to hurt someone's feelings for her withdrawal nature.

She is a little avoidant of romance in this aspect at first, thinking that she herself did not deserve any sort of affection from others. Combine that with the prejudice in the past...

It is understandable on why she's too cautious of people, and especially to those who like her, yes?

Although she may be reluctant to start again in the aspect of romance and courting, she has her own ways to show she likes someone once she has fallen for the person in question.

It is a bit of a slow burn before she gets to really liking the person, considering the underlying trauma and fear she has in showing her vulnerability. She's still trying to recover through it, but sometimes, she would contemplate on what makes someone so... Special.

Although, when she fully falls for the person, that is where the actual healing path starts and her desire to love again.

She used to do performances due to her job as a Geisha, so she would often show said performances to her lover if they wish to see it.

A woman that respects tradition despite the prejudice she endures from Westerners, she would teach her beloved how some of them operate, just so they would know how things work and especially when a special occasion comes.

Michiko is a woman that values quality like most, but she does have a bit of a habit in tending to her beloved's needs like a quiet wife should. She would do it without even thinking much of it, giggling when she see the embarrassed look in her beloved's face.

What? It's cute, come on— admit it. It isn't every day you really get to see her smile now, is it?

She often likes to be the one to put on makeup for her and her lover, depending if they really want to dress up with her. She would also be the one to manage their outfits, sometimes having others help in tailoring specific costumes and keeping it hush-hush.

In matches, Michiko would often travel with her beloved around the map whilst speaking to them. She wouldn't mind having to listen to some stories with them, or even speak about her own tales. If they're lucky, she'd even put on a little show for them and the other survivors!

The butterfly she summons out of resentment seem to flock over to her lover, akin to a moth drawing itself close to a flame. It is interesting when this happens, because Michiko would swear that they like her lover more than herself.

It did came with a downside, in that sense that she would find herself dashing over to her beloved in her Prajna form when she wasn't feeling up to being nice.

Not that she minds, really— have you seen her grab emote? Yes. She'll do that to her lover if that was the case.

Speaking of her Prajna form, she would actually use that form around her lover rarely. Though, when they desire it, she will turn into that form and let them do what they wish.

She is a lot more unhinged when she's in that form, but miraculously, the lady would act like a domesticated beast and wouldn't even think of acting on her urges when she was not in her beauty form.

She does express her shame switching into it sometimes as she doesn't like to scare her beloved. The Prajna form is only reserved to matches and if there's people she really, really dislikes. Almost heavily so.

However, if her lover expressed that matter with an affirmative or a comforting statement, she will ease herself in showing that form more often.

Geisha is one of the few hunters that have experienced love, and although it left her with a bad experience, she is doing well and is healing through the love shared with her partner.

All it takes is patience and honesty— after all, she has endured so much in her time.

All she truly desires is for life to be kind to her, and to give her another shot of romance.

“ My beloved, it's a pleasure to see you again. I have something I wish to show you— a performance for you, as today is a special day. Would you like to see it? I'm sure you'll love it. ”

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animeyanderelover · 1 year

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For Killua and Gon, poly or separate is fine w me. What about a Reader whom they always want or have felt the need to protect, suddenly decided they wanted to learn how to fight so they can go on adventures together but mostly so they can protect them just as fiercely as they do to them? (Meanwhile both boys couldn't fathom how that'll work because Reader is very Kind or soft in personality, but still Darling is very stubborn on wanting to protect them too)

I did the poly edition, I’m in the mood to write for poly.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, overprotective behavior, manipulation

I want to protect you too!

🎣 🪀 Both boys are protective over their darling, especially considering their past. Killua is from a family of famous assassins and paranoid that those people will harm you and Gon has suffered a traumatic experience with the death of Kite which scarred him and made him return also very paranoid and protective. Considering your kind and soft personality, those overprotective traits only multiply. Your kindness and your refreshingly innocent personality is low-key addicting for those two and they've sworn on their lives to keep you away from all the violence and danger in the world. You're too precious and both of them want to keep you safe from a world of terror and death which both of them experienced. They view you as not fitting to ever enter this world.

🎣 🪀 Gon is already delusional, unaware of his obsession. He tends to see himself and Killua as your protectors. Absolutely adores your soft personality and loves to show you the nature he grew up with. Gon is lenient as long as nothing involves potential danger. Killua is more cautious and paranoid which sometimes ends in harmless arguments between the two of them but chances are good that Gon and you can convince Killua to let you do something a bit more adventurous together with Gon. Killua on the other hand is a sucker for darling's softness, it's such a vast difference from all the violent people he ususally finds himself surrounded with, s/o is his little sunshine. He's eating all the kindness and the affection up even if he tries to play it a bit more tough but at the end of the day he adores all the cuddles and kisses.

🎣 🪀 Both of them probably give you an incredulous look when you one day announce that you want to learn how to fight too so you can protect them just as much as they do you. Gon probably laughs it off at first as a joke whilst Killua just stares at you. When you insist that you're not joking though, Gon ends up being majorly confused. You have Killua and him, there's no need for you to fight. Gon doesn't really see the need for you to fight, your personality makes it hard for him to fathom how that should even work since you're the type of person who can't even hurt a fly. He's the one who actively engages in a discussion with you where both of you butt heads for a while since both of you remain stubborn.

🎣 🪀 Killua keeps quiet and just watches as a conflicted expression crosses his face slowly. He's somewhat more reasonable as of now and at one point stops Gon as soon as he realizes that you grow mad. He doesn't want you to be angry with Gon and him. He understands where you're coming from, you might feel somewhat guilty that those two always end up protecting you and fighting for you because you don't know how to defend yourself. You must feel a bit guilty. There is this fear inside of him that one day Gon and him might not be there to protect you so it would be useful in this situation if you would know how to defend yourself. He's paranoid that you'd end up being dragged into the world he doesn't want you to enter though if you'd ever learn how to use Nen and similar to Gon, he just doesn't know how you could fight with your kind heart.

🎣 🪀 Killua talks with Gon about it, aware that his green-haired friend is a tad bit too delusional to really be fine with this idea, Killua himself wavers. The assassin wants to try to respect your wishes somehow though so he really attempts to somewhat get through Gon. It's likely that with some begging and puppy eyes from your side, Gon caves in. That doesn't mean by a long shot that you've done it though. Both boys most likely delay teaching you Nen since they fear that it might be too much of a strain on your body and that you would end up getting involved in things they don't want anywhere near you. They either end up starting with hand-to-hand combat or a weapon and even then they end up being quite overbearing. It's obvious none of them goes really hard as both hold back out of fear to hurt you and as soon as you do get hurt, Gon makes a fuss about it. Gon doesn't really try and Killua struggles immensely to be more serious for your sake.

🎣 🪀 Gon gains most likely the impression that you feel like you're a burden which breaks his heart a bit so he ends up spoiling you with his love. He constantly ensures you that you are everything for him and Killua and slides within his praises constantly his pleas in for you to stop training how to fight. You struggle and it pains him yet you're too stubborn to stop. Killua feels bad for you since both of them are really not that much of help for you yet he doesn't stop Gon since deep inside his heart he also secretly wishes that you don't force yourself so much. Whilst not as vocal, Gon's behavior is infectious so he grows also more clingy and cuddly since the idea of you feeling like a burden is very likely and he doesn't want you to feel that way.

🎣 🪀 Training with them doesn't do much because the moment Killua actually tries to be a bit more serious, his heart either wavers out of fear or Gon stops him and scolds him for trying to go hard on you since he might hurt you. At one point you end up practicing on your own and even then at least one of them watches over you, sometimes even without you knowing. They definitely don't want you to go alone even if you might end up convincing Killua to allow you to be alone at least for a bit. If you don't tell Gon that you want to practice fighting, he's also willing to give you some time alone because otherwise he'd insist to tag along.

🎣 🪀 You might be able to make it through like this although you realize that you're in severe need of a better trainer since your two lovers don't have the courage to go serious on you, they're much more busy fussing over your soft personality. You also realize that it's impossible to keep such a secret away from them though and you're sure they'd be extremely mad if they'd find out that you want to find someone to train them. Not to mention what they might do to the poor soul if they injured you in the process of training you. Unable to lie to them and risk something, you ask them if you can have a teacher who helps you with your training which elicits strong protest from Gon's side and you have the feeling that Killua thinks the same but keeps his thoughts bottled up.

🎣 🪀 If you think that they're already overbearing just wait until you earn your first major injury whilst training because then both of them explode. Gon is absolutely convinced that you shouldn't fight since he doesn't even want to imagine what injuries you might suffer whilst being in a real fight and Killua easily sways in the direction of Gon's belief whenever he sees your injuries and the pain it causes you. Both boys basically breathe down your neck and rarely leave you alone during your recovery and especially Gon babbles you full with his speeches why you shouldn't even fight since you're not fitting to do so. He doesn't mean to hurt you with his words but chances are that he does and Killua ends up explaining that he didn't mean to give you the impression that you're weak yet his heart can't deny that it agrees with Gon's words. You're forbidden to continue your training afterwards.

#yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hxh #yandere gon #yandere gon freecss #yandere killua #yandere killua zoldyck

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steviewashere · 4 months

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And For Christmas I'll Just Miss You

(also on ao3)

CW: Grief/Morning, Loss of a Parent

wc: 1,751 Steddie, Steve Harrington & His Parents Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Comfort is Mild But There, Christmas, Grief around Holidays, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug and Gets One, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Pet Names, Forehead Kisses, Bittersweet Ending

-------- There’s always something new to discover within Steve’s fresh, untethered, loose stitched grief. It’s not something he’s talked about, not really. Hasn’t wanted to really mention any of it. Not to anybody. But it has to come out sooner or later, right? That’s what he suspects.

He should just say, in summarized terms with no beating around the bush, “My mom died this year and now I just feel…weird.” Because that’s the truth. He does. This happened. He’s not sure how to confront it.

It came as a surprise. Of course it did. His mom was young, will forever be young if he sits down to think about it. She had been mostly healthy. It was just out of the blue. Turn for the worst kind of situation. Well, if he had asked his dad, he’d know about her history with blood clots—maybe he should’ve. Maybe. But that felt too personal, even if she was his mom, that feels intimate enough. Maybe it’s just something he was never supposed to know. Some part to her mask, her facade that she had to keep up with.

But if only Steve had stopped to ask…

Who is he kidding? It wouldn’t have stopped anything. Nothing would’ve changed.

She still would’ve had a heart attack in her bedroom. His dad still would’ve found her when coming out of the bathroom—pajamas and no shoes and half of a mustache—and yelled out in panic and terror. And Steve would’ve come careening into the bedroom; a sight in which he never would’ve chosen to wander in on. He won’t give the gruesome details. But he’ll remember her hand on her chest and her glazed eyes and…his brain forces him to stop there.

It was June of this year, 1987, that she died. Her funeral happened. He attended. He embraced his dad. They made their way like family, but over the last few months came to each other’s aid as mere acquaintances. Sometimes they cry the same. Sometimes Steve busies himself. Sometimes his dad refuses to talk, (that one is especially weird. His dad is a businessman. He loves to hear himself talk. He loves interactions with people).

Steve finds himself holding a blanket she used once. Clutching it in his grip. Laying it out on the washing machine. And turning out of the room to find a different chore to do. He drinks a cup of coffee, but realizes the mug was his mom’s. Pours out the liquid. Scrubs at it fervently, but misses the stain where her lipstick is. He leaves the perfume-y portion of department stores, his nose able to single out the one his mom wore.

Grief finds him leaving. It finds him running. It finds him stilted and confused. It finds him incomplete.

And it tracks him down with heavy hands as Christmas comes creeping around the corner.

Christmas is his family’s favorite holiday. They usually wake up bright and early. Keep the lights dim. Light some firewood. Eat sugar soaked pancakes and drink hot coffee. Sit around the living room, pristinely wrapped gifts being handed out, and they watch one another open their presents. His dad goes first. Then, his mom. Steve is last, but always the most important. It’s one of the few times in a year he’s able to see his parents completely content and satiated. Is able to look his dad in the eyes and not be met with a furious glow or beet red skin or a disappointed pout to his lips. Can feel like a normal son with normal parents during a normal holiday.

This year, though, of course it’s going to be different. Has been different.

There aren’t any decorations up. His dad is out of town for some business conference, though he does call every night just to check-in. (Again, another odd thing. He never did that before, but if circumstances call for it, Steve’s willing to comply.) Steve has had no real energy to go shopping for gifts or make cookies or even write some simple cards.

He’s spent more time looking back at family photo albums and trying to remember his mom’s apple pie recipe than actually focusing on the upcoming holiday. And, apparently, he’s spent less time focusing on the people still alive and around him.

According to Robin, he’s been spacey at work. According to Dustin and the rest of the kids, he hasn’t been as urgent on answering the phone or remembering to pick them up and drop them off places. And according to Eddie, he’s been less touchy and more avoidant.

He sees them, sure. But now he just feels withdrawn. And it’s worse, now, with Christmas.

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“So, obviously, I was thinking that you—Are you even listening to me?” Eddie asks him. They’re sitting near each other on the couch at the Munson’s. Some movie—It’s A Wonderful Life if Steve were to shrug off his shawl of grief and tune back in—playing. A million miles of space between them. And one mug of hot chocolate that’s rapidly cooled and is now sticking to the sides of the cup. Eddie’s long since gone.

Steve blinks. Coming back to himself. And finally remembers that he was supposed to be listening. But he can’t. The decorations in the room too distracting, too claustrophobic, too constricting. There’s a tree in the corner of the living room, decorated head to toe in bright colorful lights, filled with handmade and Hallmark ornaments, topped with a dainty little yellow star. A wreath above the television set. Stockings lining the wall behind the couch. He can’t focus. “Sorry,” he murmurs, “I—I totally spaced. I’m sorry.”

Eddie sighs. “What’s going on, babe? You’ve been like this for fucking weeks—no—months now. Are you not sleeping? Are you—Is it Vecna or something? Cause I can radio—“

“No!” Steve exclaims. He sighs himself. Whispers, “It’s nothing like that.” He falls into the back of the couch. Arms folded over his chest. Eyes glancing longingly at the tree, away from Eddie’s concerned gaze. He huffs. “I wish it was just that.”

He swallows. He knows he can admit right now what’s been going on. Knows that he could say the words, “My mom is dead. And this is the first Christmas without her,” and Eddie would immediately find a way to be comforting. But the words…God, the words just stick inside his throat like molasses and there’s no way to spring anything from his mouth. Wishes it was as simple as saying it. Wishes he didn’t feel so conflicted and complicated.

There’s a soft touch to his right shoulder. Eddie’s fingers tighten over the fabric of his sweater. He releases and just lets his hand linger. “Can’t you just tell me?” Eddie asks, voice tiny and careful. “I’m worried, baby.”

Steve shakes his head. Throat stinging. Eyes heavy and aching. He bites his lip and shakes his head, closes his eyes against the hazy glow of reds and greens and neon blues. And lets his head fall back to the curve of the couch, a small thump, hair ruffling underneath him. “It’s not that simple,” he chokes out. His voice is wet. And thick. And biting into his skin.

“Well, then help me understand. Help me help you.”

And Steve looks over. His own eyes half-lidded. To see Eddie’s earnest ones. So deep and enriching and mesmerizing. So willing to take a gander. To just sit and listen to him talk.

He takes a breath and then a few more.

If anybody is to understand Steve, it would be Eddie. All the stories he’s heard of Mrs. Munson. Of her dancing and her music and her cooking. Her eyes and her soft hands. Her singing voice and her goofy jokes. Her and just her and how she took Eddie’s soul between her hands and molded what he would end up being.

“My—“ Steve clears his throat around the lump of mucus buildup. “I’m—I’m not celebrating Christmas this year,” he admits quietly. Eddie grips to Steve’s shoulder just a little tighter, but he nods. “It just won’t make sense to. My—My mom died earlier this year,” he practically whispers. “It’s my family’s favorite holiday. And she’ll be gone from it. I just feel weird.”

Eddie’s eyes are probably Steve’s favorite part of his face. He doesn’t hide a single thing he feels. So empathetic, down to the core of his being, Steve can almost taste the emotion he’s radiating. Eyes going from earnest and asking to sad and disheartened. “Oh, sweetheart,” he breathes. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry.” His other hand comes up into Steve’s field of view. “Can I—Is it okay to hug you?”

Without saying anything, Steve nods. Eddie pulls him in close and tight. Wrapping his arms over Steve’s shuttering back. Tucks his head into the crook of his shoulder. And lets Steve sob, choke, cough onto his skin.

He runs fingers through Steve’s hair. Over his spine. Doesn’t say anything, yet. Doesn’t hush him. Doesn’t let him stray too far, though.

Against the shell of Steve’s ear, Eddie softly states, “I know, baby. I know how you feel. I’m so sorry.” Steve just nods against his shoulder. Tightening his own grip around Eddie’s lithe torso. Collapsing down into exhaustion faster than he’s been able to attempt in the last several months.

The last of the tears drip down from his chin. And he hiccups. He breathes with a rasp. He shakes still in Eddie’s hold. “This sucks,” he whispers. “And my hot chocolate is cold.” He huffs against the side of Eddie’s neck.

A hand is running soothingly up and down his back. “I’ll heat it back up, don’t worry.” Eddie pulls him out of his hiding. Holding his face between his hands. Runs his calloused thumbs over Steve’s red, splotchy cheeks. Kisses him on the forehead with the lightest of pecks. “What else can I do for you right now?”

“Can you—“ He looks out to the TV. To the blue screen. To the end of the tape. And though, maybe, it doesn’t feel like Christmas at all, he’ll let Eddie wrap the twinkling lights around his grief. And even if it doesn’t feel all that merry, and maybe the themes are too on the nose, It’s a Wonderful Life is calling his name. “Can you start the movie over and just—Just hold me?”

Eddie kisses his forehead again. “Always, Stevie. Always.”

-------- <3

#stranger things #fanfiction #steddie #Steve Harrington & his parents #steve harrington #eddie munson #christmas #grief #Grief around holidays #angst and hurt/comfort #mild comfort

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legolasghosty · 29 days

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Kissing the homies goodnight for Willie (/Willex) because I feel like Willie would.

Ack I'm so sorry this took so long but here you gooo!

Willie ducked into the kitchen to grab the water pitcher and some glasses, praying he wasn't forgetting anything important. They knew it was just their friends crashed across various surfaces in the living room, but it was still nerve-wracking. Willie hadn't been to a sleepover in like... five years, let alone hosted one. They got why the foster care system had to check over people before they could stay overnight, but with the number of times Willie had moved around since entering the system, it just... had never happened.

Caleb had been hesitant at first when Willie asked if they could all stay over, wanting to ensure Willie was settled himself first. And also wanting to meet all of these kids before he let them have free reign of his home.

But it was finally happening. All of Willie's best friends (and his boyfriend, but they hadn't really managed to wrap their head around that one yet) were lounging in his living room at 2 in the morning, some closer to dozing off than others.

Willie wasn't sure which was stronger: the excitement or the terror of messing this up.

He was pretty sure he hit all the main bits on all the 'how to throw a slumber party' lists he'd found online: pizza, way too many types of ice cream toppings (they're not entirely sure how many of those canned cherries Luke ended up fitting in his mouth), random games (he'd never heard of turning pictionary into a drinking game with shots of soda, but apparently that was a thing his friends did), and a movie with lots of popcorn and cozy blankets.

So they're pretty sure they've done alright thus far.

Still, it'd been a long time since Willie did this.

He re-entered the living room just as Alex managed to grab the TV remote and turn off the rolling credits of Legally Blonde. Flynn looked to already be asleep, lying across one of the air mattresses with her feet up on Julie's stomach. Julie had propped herself up a bit on her elbows and was debating...something with Reggie. Both of them looked closer to dozing off than winning though. Luke and Carrie were both sitting upright on one of the couches, madly swiping on their phones and hissing at each other.

"Do I even want to know?" Willie asked Alex quietly, setting the water and cups down on the coffee table and rejoining him on the loveseat.

Alex groaned. "I made the mistake of telling them there's a PvP mode on this tower defense game they both play."

Willie tried to hold back his giggle. He failed.

Alex attempted to glare at them, but mostly just looked sleepily confused. "I'm serious, we're gonna have to take their phones away now if we want them to sleep," he sighed.

Willie winced. "Any chance the game will kick them off after a few rounds?"

Alex shook his head, then leaned over to rest his head on Willie's shoulder. "And they're both too stubborn to give in, I already tried it."

Willie rested their cheek against his hair, letting their lungs adjust to expanding and contracting in time with the light huffs of Alex's breath against their collarbone. "Is it online?" he asked.

"Yeah, why?" Alex responded, blinking up at him sleepily in the dim light of the lamp.

Willie smirked and pulled out his phone. Okay, so Caleb hadn't technically given him the password for the router, but like... it hadn't been hard. He opened the app on his phone that connected to the electronic and started typing.

Twin cries of annoyance erupted from the pair on the other couch a moment later, informing Willie of his success.

"It just kicked me off!" Luke complained.

"Same here," Carrie griped. "Willie I think your wifi died."

Willie looked up, attempting to look innocent. "Oh yeah, I think you're right," they agreed. "Ugh, this happens sometimes, it will probably come back in an hour or two, but we just gotta wait it out."

Both Luke and Carrie groaned, but seemed to buy it and tossed their phones aside. Carrie peeled off her sweater and tossed it down next to Flynn's head, before pulling a blanket up and over herself and stretching out along the couch. Luke slid down onto the air mattress beside Reggie, koala cuddling against his back. Reggie laughed and shifted over so Luke could share his pillow, still discussing... Okay Willie was pretty sure they were trying to figure out who in their friend group would be whom in Legally Blonde. Fair enough.

Willie felt Alex's tiny sigh of relief against his neck and shivered. It felt nice, being close like this and knowing it made Alex just as fluttery as it did them.

Alex brought his fingers up to his chin, then let his hand move forward, palm up. Thank you.

Willie tucked his phone away. "Don't mention it," he whispered, daring to brush his lips against Alex's forehead.

Alex's cheeks turned pink, but Julie interrupted before Willie could tease him about it.

"Hey, no PDA unless you're willing to share with the class," she mumbled, eyes heavy.

"You're one to talk," Alex pointed out, glancing pointedly between her and Flynn's feet still resting on her abdomen.

"Oh you wanna wake her up?" Julie snarked back, the words slurring together a bit.

"I don't think any of us have that death wish," Willie chuckled. They tapped Alex lightly on the shoulder in warning, then stood up. "And I don't mind sharing." Before Julie could respond, he ducked down and pecked her on the forehead. "Sweet dreams, Juju," they added, throwing a spare blanket over her and heading back toward Alex.

"Hey, we're part of the class too," Reggie called out. When Willie turned, he was sticking his bottom lip out, the puppy eyes mostly hidden by his drooping eyelids.

Willie glanced back at Alex, a little startled, but Alex just shrugged and gave him a sleepy smile. So Willie picked his way around to Reggie and gave him a goodnight kiss too. And then Luke perked up a bit and wanted one. And Carrie said she should get one on Flynn's behalf, since her girlfriend was asleep.

"I guess I should have warned you how clingy we all get this late," Alex murmured when Willie finally made it back to his side. "I kinda forgot you haven't been able to be around this before. Just feels really natural."

"All good," Willie promised around a yawn. "Just tryin'a be a good host."

Alex leaned over and hit the button on the side of the love seat to make it lean back, the extending footrest turning it into more of a bed. "It's perfect," he stated, pulling Willie in to lay beside him.

Willie let out a happy sigh and cuddled in closer. Alex's cool arms soothed the nervous energy that was always humming along their skin. He felt Alex's lips brush against his hairline.

"G'night Lex," they mumbled, eyes slipping shut.

"Good night, Willie."

#legolas tag #julie and the phantoms #legolas ask #jatp #jatp fanfic #willex #alex mercer #willie jatp #Julie molina #reggie peters #luke patterson #carrie wilson #flynn taylor #mentioned good dad caleb #I am so so sorry for how long this took!#I kept only seeing it when I didn't have time to write!#As an apology have some hcs from this whole thing #Willie moved through half a dozen or so foster homes before ending up with Caleb a few months before this fic #Caleb is very much himself but also was a foster kid himself as a teenager so wanted to pass along that support to other kids #also Caleb makes them all really good waffles in the morning for breakfast #Alex is lowkey scared of him #But CPS has managed to keep Willie in the same high school for the last 2 years even with different homes #so that's where he met Alex and everyone #there was a bit of discussion about the Molinas fostering Willie #but they didn't have another spare bedroom that wasn't full of stuff when Reggie moved in there.#and there's all the legal requirements and stuff #but he ended up with Caleb so it's chill!#also who is dating in this fic? who knows!#not the author that's for sure!#Willie and Alex definitely are

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kandyrezi · 1 year

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[ ♡ / ♢ ] Android!Toy Chica x Reader hcs.

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» doesn’t really have a preferred name like her bandmates, you can just call her chica, or any similar nickname of your choosing, like chicita, chiclet, chi…

» very cuddly.

» bit of a tease. well, alright, a major tease, actually, and fully self-acknowledging of it.

» invites you to come cooking with her sometimes, even if she can’t eat it. if you don’t know how to cook, then she’ll gladly teach you, but will poke fun at you a little bit as well. (it’s just one of them, but you get teased for a lot of things in general.)

» “sigh... just what would you do without me, hm?”

» also an excellent baker.

» if you join in, then it inevitably turns into a flour fight; the kitchen is a mess of white powder after that.

» likes showing you off to others, flaunting what a priced catch you are.

» while she adores making you blush and nervous with her words and gestures, if you’re the type to get stupidly flustered or shy whenever she kisses you, you’d better be ready for her to try to break you out of your shell - she definitely wants you to be more bold with her.

» she’s fascinated by picture books, but she wouldn’t mind if you wanted to read to her. she likes horror novels and occult detective fiction, her favorites being some oldies such as, “the haunting of hill house” or “carmilla”. she’ll tell you that she finds them romantic, rather than scary. you can make an exception for the vampire novel, but you don’t really know what’s romantic about four psychologically scarred people stuck in a haunted mansion… toy chica has weird interests, for sure.

» she likes singing, and she loves to dance, especially with a partner.

» toy chica is a sadist, thorough and through. she doesn’t care too much to hide it, either, and doesn’t care if you get freaked out by the things she does to the workers of the pizzeria. you’ll get used to it.

» she tortures the nighttime guards - and in scarce moments even terrorizes the daytime workers with bonnibel/toy bonnie, cornering them in the washrooms and making them fear for their life.

» you’re so lucky she likes you enough to not torment you in such a manner.

» if you have long hair, she would like to braid it, and try out various different styles on you - just tell her to be careful with those scorching hair-curling irons.

» she either has some kleptomaniac tendencies, or she’s just extremely lovesick… but she definitely has stolen some of your things - mostly to have as keepsakes - like chapstick, a hairbrush, or a pocket mirror.

» she isn’t quite openly mean-spirited towards others, unlike someone like bonnibel, but she will taunt and mock anyone who tries to direct your attention away from her. but it probably won’t end at just some taunting. once you’re out of her line of sight, she’ll finally do what she really wants, quote “to do with her competition.” unquote (read: murder them).

» “I can hide a body, but you know I can’t hide my feelings for you.”

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf x reader #toy chica #fnaf 2 toy chica #toy chica x reader #fnaf humanization #fnaf 2 #x reader #fnaf help wanted #ficlets

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atlascripts · 2 years

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Warnings: angst, mature, hurt comfort

the aftermath of fleeing the lab

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"Thank you, Murray, these will do and give our regards to Hopper too." You spoke to the older male from outside the porch of your little cabin in the woods. Peter watched from the door frame as you turned to see him with a gentle smile, and he felt it in the depths of his dark soul a calmness. Your hair had grown out into such a pretty look, his hair grew out a little too and had a slight stubble on his face as well. He watched as you held the new blankets and brought them inside, a small beaming flicker could be seen in your eyes as you tip-toed to reach his height, it made everything feel softer for Peter and he leaned in to steal a swift kiss on your lips his thumb brushing over the apple of your cheek. Peter didn't know when over the past three years he had chosen this over his plan to reshape the world. Was it your humble request of wanting to rest when you two were on the constant run? Or was it your night terrors that always made his face go pale? It could even be when he'd often find you looking up at the starry sky hoping to have never existed or when you held his hands and asked him to consume you too like all the other victims. Your only request was he make it swift and painless as endless tears had rolled down. How Peter had yearned to burn everything in his wake yet he found himself wanting to protect you, it was true he saw himself in you, and it was the first time he wanted to care for what could have been his inner child even if it was projected on to you, rather than let it turn everything to ashes. He still had that urge to wreak havoc every waking hour but then there was you who had seemed to calm the storm that was him, with your mere existence by his side.

He didn't want to admit it but the realization had hit him like a truck. What happens when you find that you’ve fallen in love, do you tell yourself you're beyond it? Or does it hold you in its vice-like grip? He never let you know but he did hate himself for succumbing to his emotions, yet he loved the feeling of comfort, love and affection like a starved child. He battled every day with his feelings but was slowly giving in to them, it was also because neither of you proclaimed your love, or established anything, you just let it be. Too unstable as individuals to even have such a conversation and so using this excuse Peter indulged in this matter fully. He had become the villain who had found love and he sometimes felt like laughing at his predicament.

“You two can’t be serious,” Murray asked as if someone was pulling his leg, “You hear that Jim, they say it’s nothing like that.” He spoke loudly from where the three sat at the dinner table at Murray’s house. “Oh yeah? About what?” Hopper asked as he grabbed more food from the kitchen and came to sit down with them. Murray and Hopper had come to oddly care for these two confused souls going as far as to give them accommodation and help them settle in, figuring something wasn’t quite right but they weren’t the type to turn you two in to any authorities, an odd truce or sort of friendship had been formed here. “These love birds deny being in love.” Murray pointed his fork at both of them as he turned to Jim and then back at them and the two burst out laughing leaving you and Peter very confused and embarrassed.

The two of you walked back home sharing silence, mostly because of how awkward Murray and Hopper had made you two feel, like parents embarrassing their kids. Peter had his hands in his jacket pockets and he tried to break the ice, “You know they are right.”

“About what?” You inquired fixing your scarf and kept staring at the ground as you walked home with him.

“About us, we haven’t really established anything, never talked about it.” He replied looking around the dark forest.

“Do we have to? I mean, I like it as it is.” You said.

“And what happens if we find someone else…you find someone better than me.” His voice was low almost melancholic and you immediately stopped in your tracks. He stopped a few steps ahead and turned to you noticing the frown on your face as you stepped up close to him. “I would never do that Peter and you know why, you know exactly why.” Your voice was soft as you held his face in your palms, your warm hands soothed the chilliness the winter air had brought upon his face. He closed his eyes for a second, inhaling sharply as if this alone hadn’t made him feral for you. But then he looked at you, boring into your soul almost, “No, I don’t know why I have never known why you chose me.” he stepped closer making your breath get stuck in a hitch. You opened your mouth to say something but paused before speaking, “Because I worship you,” your voice was so certain in its stoic calmness, that your hands came to rest on his chest sliding gently under the jacket to feel his beating heart. “Because you have claimed me fully and I submitted to you the day you broke me free from those shackles. I am yours to be and..” You finally looked away from his intense gaze, “I don’t want anything else.” You stepped back before heading back on the path to your home and Peter slowly trailed behind thinking about every word you had said. You both were co-dependent it was true, beyond repair from all the trauma but in a twisted way fit each other like a puzzle.

‘Worship’ was what clouded his mind when his lips pressed at the pulsing points on your neck, ‘to worship’ he realized was to surrender himself to you and wondered what was love if not worship. His hand traced over the skin of your neck and over the bare expanse of your chest gliding lower until he was holding you closer. Soft sounds of wet kisses could be heard making your brain foggy and you whimpered at his touch. The poison that seemed to lace you every time he took you so sweet and agonizingly slow. Like a predator consuming its prey and savouring every moment. No this wasn’t at all what you had thought of when you had asked him to consume you, yet every time he kissed it felt like he took a part of your soul, each time in a mind-numbing intoxication. Your hands would reach out in gasping climax as you saw stars, and for the third time that night, Peter couldn’t get enough of you, his raspy guttural moans were ebbing in and out of your consciousness, both riding your high down. Peter came off as a gentle soul but behind that facade you knew lied darkness and it always broke free when lust took over. But he never hurt you, never dreamt of it, he was overprotective yes, and if he was honest quite attached to you as well, he could never think of anyone else by his side. And for this very reason, for your desires, hopes and dreams, he would always convince himself, fool himself into thinking he was only waiting for the right time. The right time to end it all, but the right time never seemed to arrive, because maybe the right time was now with you, away from the traumatic past, a fresh start, a rebirth he never thought he’d be bestowed, a salvation.

Some days after having an episode of a night terror, Peter would make sure you were tucked in well and were drifting to dreamland while he sat by your side. His orderly mannerisms would resurface with how careful he was with you, nurturing and patient as always. The incident had occurred once when Hopper was around, it nearly half scared the old guy seeing how you reacted in your sleep. He had noticed before but he was seeing them up close this time when he helped Peter with spreading the blanket. The faint bruisings on your ankles, wrists and neck. “Kid I know I never ask but like….what happened.” Hopper asked solemnly and Peter just hung his head low, “She never talks about it.” he replied a little lie as he traced his fingertips over your wrists, proceeding to hold your hand and planting a swift kiss on to your knuckles before letting you be as the two males stepped out. Hopper held his hat in his hands as he said, “Listen I don’t know what you two been through but I just wanna say that, I am here if you need anything. Like I don’t know who or what you’re running away from but if anyone of you needs help just, just let your old man know alright.” He put his hat back on and gave Peter a nod with a soft sympathetic smile. Peter only managed to give a faint smile back as he waved him off retreating into his cabin. Isolated, alone and away from the world whose facade he despised. Retreating into your arms, the saint he considered was absolving him of his sins bit by bit, chipping away through his heart all the way to his soul’s depths. And he knew one day he’d drop his weapons and live the rest of his life at the altar of your tomb.

#peter ballard #henry creel #jamie bower #stranger things #peter ballard x reader #henry creel x reader #001 #ghost of hawkins lab

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finniestoncrane · 2 years

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Do u have like a ranking of the characters starting from your fav

oh gosh like as in the rogues (i hope so because that's what i'm doing now)??? i like a very specific set of rogues (although it gets bigger every day lmao) but you asked for it so i will not PUNISH YOU in ways you never even thought possible by rambling on for quite some time 💚 so anyway feel free to suggest new rogues to me or try to change my mind because i listed rogues i don't care for and ones i wanna fall in love with too u-u

ok let's start off nice and easy by saying i don't like catwoman. i find her hard to read, she's cold, she's mean and i she would make me cry. i hate her. and i also hate ra's al ghul god damn.

ANYWAY ON TO THE GOOD STUFF

Number One: The Riddler

my beloved disgusting green man 💚 there hasn't been a riddler i've met yet who i wouldn't kiss on the head and then fuck hard and long like i am obsessed with every iteration of him. you want me to rank them, i can't, but please know that arkham and capullo are up at the top fighting each other (shirtless, covered in oil, maybe kissing too i dunno, maybe not just shirtless either maybe we're talking just hanging dong, bouncing around all over the place, rubbing against each other I GOT SO DISTRACTED HOLY SHIT LMAO)

Number Two: The Penguin

just something about a silly little guy with a silly little smile and a silly little tummy that does it for me. this is very specific to farrell and gotham penguins but honestly, i've just finished reading one bad day and i'd fuck him too 💜

Number Three: Scarecrow

i want him so bad you don't even know, like i want jonathan crane to read me a book, then fuckin fear toxin me and then i want scarebeast to rail me sorry but i'm also not sorry. he also just seems like such a nice man which don't even come at me

Number Four: Two Face

such a handsome, handsome, charming, well-dressed man battling his inner (outer) demons like??? what more could you really ask for??? get you a man who can do both, be super smart and cutie and also absolutely unhinged and hot

Number Five: Harley Quinn

i struggled ranking ivy and harley but ultimately she's so cute and bubbly and fun and i want her to squish my cheeks and let me touch her butt, like i don't like margot robbie something about her bugs me but i still loved birds of prey, that's the lure of harley ;-;

Number Six: Poison Ivy

yeah yeah ivy is hot everyone knows it, yes cool eco-terrorism sure thing, but ok so also while we're here, fat ivy. fat ivy fat ivy fat ivy. i would sell my fucking organs to fill my grabby little hands with her body >:(

Number Seven: Victor Zsasz

love you chihuahua man u-u mostly gotham zsasz because he radiates mischief, just a cheeky lil guy, visiting his bub and getting ice cream with his pals, and he's so funny???

Number Eight: Victor Freeze

freeze gets to be ranked on my list PURELY because he's a mad scientist, he's nice to his wife (romantic what????) and MOSTLY because of that one shot of nathan darrows in gotham with the low-rise fucking trousers like good LORD in heaven the stranglehold that has on my clit you wouldn't believe

honourable mentions of rogues i kinda fuck with but not enough to rate or rank yet:

black mask, but absolutely the fuck not ewan mcgregor

mad hatter, i want to love you

joker, i hate him but i want to fuck him sometimes it's complicated

bane

professor pyg

hugo strange

solomon grundy

rogues i want to fuck with in future:

clock king

music meister

huntress

the creeper

batmite (what the fuck is he i love him???)

jeremiah arkham

flamingo

cluemaster

calendarman

firefly

hush

rogues i know but don't give a fuck about:

killer croc

manbat

clayface

killer moth

king shark (except i wanted to fuck him in assualt on arkham)

#anon #friends being friends #me #my shit

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ophelia-jones · 1 year

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The next morning, Daryl woke with the sun. He gazed over at Etta, sleeping beside him peacefully, with his heart in his throat. He had taken a huge leap of faith last night. He had never been great at intimacy and these past years of terror and grief had not made it any easier.

lay on her stomach, face turned away from him, and Daryl could see now that the burn scars on her shoulder were also on the nape of her neck. There were twice as many as he had seen before. Given the description of her childhood, with her mother, it didn't take a genius to guess that the scars were old. From when she was a child.

His stomach twisted at the thought, remembering the pain, the fear - the shame of being whipped by his father as punishment for sometimes minor offenses. Sometimes, just because the old man had started on the moonshine too early in the day.

His gaze followed the curve of her back and slid over the length of her body admiringly. It seemed like a dream. He stayed as still as possible, worrying about what came next.

When Etta roused, her mind slowly ran over the events of the night before - and her body reminded her with a dozen places that were tender and sore. Her heartbeat picked up at the realization that he was right there, beside her and when she opened her eyes she would have to figure out what to say.

She felt him roll over onto his side, heard the sounds of people outside the window, and knew she could not delay any longer. She looked back over her shoulder at him, and he smiled shyly at her.

"Hey," she greeted him. He mumbled the same back at her. She sat and stretched, her back to him. "So, that, uh… that was…" she didn't at all know what to say. Daryl chuckled at her awkwardness, it made him feel a little better about his own.

She reached down to pick up the dress that had been discarded on the floor and gasped. The white linen was marred with grease - some of the smears, like on the back, where he had held her to carry her - were very clearly handprints.

"Shit," she said, holding it up to examine the extent of the damage. Daryl sat up to see what she was swearing at and immediately burst into laughter at the sight.

"It's not funny!" Etta protested, her face flushing. She could not do the walk of shame in a dress with Daryl's hand prints stained on the tits and ass. "I don't think Michonne is going to be as amused, either."

"She'll be fine. It's not like there is any damned reason to wear something like that anyway. Doesn't keep you safe from anything, shit goes down." he commented, his voice a low rumble she felt reverberate in her chest.

Etta sighed. He knew the woman far better than she did, but she still had to be the one to explain the damage.

"You embarrassed 'cause of the dress or 'cause of me?" he asked, one big rough hand moving to lightly touch her hip. Etta turned to frown at him. There it was again, the scared little boy hiding behind the face of a tough guy. It was a mask, and she recognized it because she wore her own mask. She hid behind her humor, mostly, or feigned apathy. Most of who she was stayed hidden; no one wanted to see the mess she was inside.

"Why would you say that?" she asked softly, sitting back to face him completely. He shrugged and looked away.

"Nevermind," he grunted, sitting up and swinging his long legs over his side of the bed. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of the scars on his back. She'd felt them last night, but seeing them was a different thing altogether. She reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. She knew better than to touch the scars - it would shut her down if someone did that to hers.

"If I were ashamed, I wouldn't have come here last night," she told him, and he cast a half glance over his shoulder at her. She slid across the bed to sit beside him, catching and holding his baby blues with her gaze.

She didn't know what to say, so she leaned up and kissed him again, softly this time. It was not a lustful kiss like they had exchanged the night before, but tender. He didn't quite know what to do with that - he was not accustomed to loving touches. When she drew back, he smiled shyly at her again.

"You're gonna be pissed off at me when you look in the mirror," he smirked a little as he stood and pulled his pants on. Etta stood and hurried to the bathroom to see that the left side of her neck and shoulder was dotted with multiple bruises and Hickey's -one of which was clearly the impression of human teeth. It was as if the feral man had marked his territory. She gasped and looked down to see her thighs were marked as well.

"What the hell, Daryl!" she called out to him, and she could hear him laughing.

"You weren't complaining last night!" he retorted playfully. She could hear his loose belt buckle as he approached. He'd pulled on a grey t-shirt, and he brought another for her, along with a pair of sweatpants.

"Here, you can wear these until we find you something that fits," he said, tossing them at her. He was right, she certainly hadn't complained. She'd never been bedded like that before and to be honest, simply thinking about it now was already stirring the desire to be claimed by him again. That's what it had been, really, wasn't it? He had owned her, body and mind, and she had surrendered herself completely. She, who had learned at a tragically young age not to trust anyone, had trusted every inch of herself in his hands.

"No, I wasn't," she told him with a wry smile. He turned away, glancing down the hall. Was he blushing?

"Better get a move on. Even with the UTV, it'll take us a few hours, the roads around here are pretty torn up," he told her, hands in his pockets.

"Right," she said, moving to close the door. She stepped out into the hallway and ran a hand over his hair, pulling him down to kiss his forehead.

"back to business." she agreed.

When Etta walked into the Grimes home a little while later, she was hoping they had gone out for the day. Instead, she found them in the kitchen, finishing up their breakfast.

"Morning," Rick greeted her, trying not to show his amusement at her appearance. Michonne gawked at her for a moment in disbelief, then looked back at her husband. She, too, was holding back a grin when she turned to Etta again. Etta felt her face flush and decided it couldn't get any worse, might as well get it all out in the open.

"I'm, uh, I'm sorry but the dress is pretty badly stained," she told her, sitting the garment on the counter.

"That's ok," Michonne answered quickly, "I have some jeans and a couple of shirts that should fit you better. Socks, underwear, all of that. It's in the bathroom for you," she said lightly.

"What happened to your neck?" Judith asked from the table, "Did you get in a fight?" this was too much for Rick who had to turn away; his shoulders shaking as he laughed.

"Yeah, but I'm ok," Etta replied lightly, returning to her humor as a shield. "You should see the other guy," she quipped as she left the room. She could still hear the outburst of laughter from Rick and Michonne as she closed the bathroom door behind her.

#daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon #original female character #twd daryl

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naivesilver · 2 years

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Hi there Sereee! Almost free and could be more often around because of that, beware muhahahha. Anyway, I was lurking as usual and saw the sickness prompt awww😢🥺 If you’d be willing I’d love to read your take on either 3 or 8 featuring Marco and baby P or 15 or 25 with Archie and again baby P in it. (Also I loved the Leona and baby P one, got me right in the Pinocchio lore feels😭😭😭) As you can see I am as always craving for family feels. Lots and lots of hugs my dear friend♥️ Jojo

MA CIAO JOJO 💗💗💗 you're almost done with things! I'm so happy for you!!!!!! A bit worried, too, because I don't know what you could have in store for me now, but...let's hope for the best ashfhkaggfhas

Also, as I said, you and Libby are absolutely terrible. You really are that handshake meme sometimes lmao to punish you for your despicable behaviour I will therefore write something for both those men >:(

Hurt/Comfort Prompts

8. “The nightmares are just an illusion. I’m really here.”

It would be easier, perhaps, if Pinocchio's nightmares prompted him to wake up screaming.

Which does not mean that Marco revels in seeing his son in pain. Gods, no. If it were up to him, his boy would only ever have dreamless, peaceful nights, and he does, sometimes, more so than when first he came home. Sometimes he sleeps straight till morning, which is already a blessing in and of itself, compared to how things used to be.

But the nightmares still come, more often than either of them would like, and Marco wishes he could be there when it happens, instead of having to be alert at all times.

Pinocchio doesn't scream, no, and neither does he call for help. He whimpers in his sleep, sometimes, but mostly he just keeps to himself, quiet and still as a mouse, and if his father would be none the wiser without checking up on him regularly. Marco wonders who could have taught a child to act like that, at times, but he fears he already knows the answer, right at the back of his brain, and it makes him angrier than sense would have it.

Still, he keeps watch. Of course. It's his job. And it's only because he is so devoted to it that he manages to catch Pinocchio in the act, one night where there wouldn't have been any indicators that something was amiss otherwise.

The boy is tossing in his sleep when Marco walks into the room, in fact, writhing like a four-limbed snake. Pinocchio's not making any sound, but it'd be hard not to guess he's distressed - his face is pinched and tense, his legs kicking at the bedcovers where usually he'd be peacefully laying belly-up, and judging by the state of his nightclothes he's been at it for quite a while now.

He goes still when his father presses a hand to his face, and for a moment Marco fears he's woken his son up - but then Pinocchio rolls over to the side, his eyes still closed, his fingers twitching as though trying to blindly grab the sheets. Who knows what he must have been dreaming about, then; there is a sense to the boy's night terrors, and though Marco has yet to get a good grasp on it, he knows Pinocchio doesn't respond well to being touched when he's dreaming of the convent, no matter how gently or lightly.

That's a cause for worry, too, but one best faced in daylight, if Marco knows anything.

"It's alright," he murmurs, stroking his son's cheek with his thumb. "They're only dreams, my boy. Nightmares are just an illusion. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

Pinocchio's breathing has slowed down, now, and his legs have stopped around nearly so much. Marco presses a kiss to his brow, but he doesn't leave just yet - he lingers near the bed for a while longer, instead, watching the child rest easily for once.

15. “If you don’t know where to go, you can always come here.”

"Can I ask you something?" Pinocchio pipes up out of nowhere.

He's not eating his dinner, Archie notes when he looks over. He'd thought a burger and fries from Granny's would make for a nice treat - he supposes no self-respecting conscience ought to be feeding junk food to a child, but he's found over the years that he'd rather cut down on the self respect than not spoil Pinocchio once in a while - and yet the boy hasn't taken more than a few bites out of his meal, instead pushing food around the plate with a distracted look on his face.

Perhaps he just isn't that hungry, but given the tone with which he's just voiced that question, the odds aren't really in favour of that. "Of course," Archie says, raising an eyebrow. "Is everything alright?"

Pinocchio doesn't reply immediately, his attention seemingly devoted to the fry in his hand. Then, with an uncertain tone of voice: "If something happens to Papa, where am I supposed to go?"

Well then. "You know your father is doing fine, right?" It's no surprise that the kid's thoughts would go there - the only reason why he's sleeping over at Archie's house in the first place is that Marco has been feeling a little under the weather these past couple days, and there would have been no getting him to rest with his son still around. And besides, Pinocchio doesn't have the best experience with people being sick around him, and that sort of thing sticks with children, unfortunately.

Still, it's not really an issue Archie had expected to deal with at 8PM on a Saturday night. "He'll be right back on his feet very soon, you'll see. I'm sure of that."

Pinocchio nods weakly, though he doesn't seem very convinced. "I know, but...if it happens. Am I- do I need to go back to the convent?"

Oh, so that is the crux of the problem. "No, Pinocchio, you don't." Archie leans closer to the boy, putting a hand on his shoulder and gently coaxing him into looking up at the doctor. "Listen to me- do you know what a legal guardian is?"

When Pinocchio shakes his head, he smiles slightly and continues, still as calmly as he can: "It's someone that takes over looking after children when their parents can't care for them. And in your case, that means me."

"Really?"

"Really. Your father had to sort out a lot of paperwork when he got you back from the orphanage, and while he was there he made sure a couple of other things were in order, including this one. If something happens to your father before you grow up - and it's not going to happen, but just in case - then I'll be the first person they ask to step in. It's all written down, and there's your father's signature on it, so no one would be able to say it isn't valid. Not even the Mother Superior."

The boy's eyes are wide and wondering, as though he couldn't quite believe the words he's hearing. "Promise?"

"I promise. I wouldn't lie to you about something like that." Archie's smile grows ever so slightly, a bit softer, a bit fonder. "Besides, even if something happened to me, there'd be plenty of people who'd be willing to take care of your. Emma, Nova, your friends' parents...And even if nothing at all happened, I'll always be around for you. You can always come here, if you have nowhere else to go. Do you understand?"

"Uh-uh." The boy looks like he's pondering on this revelation with the entirety of his eight-year-old brain. "Okay. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Now, why don't you eat a little bit more? Your father will have my head if he thinks I haven't fed you."

Pinocchio nods again, but when he picks up his burger and bites into it his relaxed expression turns into an outraged frown. "It's cold. Can I heat it up, please?"

The laugh Archie lets out is as fond as his smile was, but he feels a lot more at ease now, and a lot more confident that maybe he isn't butchering this conscience job as much as he feared.

"Of course. Just be careful with the microwave."

#jojo asks #ask meme #thousand problems verse #pinocchio #what she says: I'm fine #what she really means: I will never stop thinking about archie's role in pinocchio/august's life #sahkgdjkshkashajkksshad terrible enabler you are #also I had missed you uttering the words baby p a LOT smh #it's the only way I refer to kid him in my head now #damn you

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