#I just see things I like and dislike and I yell about them with fervour

[chaosciara]

Okay, I'm not trying to come into your asks to cause trouble I'm just confused and a little concerned. I'm really really glad you're watching and enjoying kp, I'm always so happy when I see someone new in the tag freaking out, it brings me so much joy. However, your condemning kimchay because of a few years age difference while simultaneously being pro vegasporsche is making my head hurt. I'm all for shipping whoever you want to ship, but the amount of ick ew kimchay I'm seeing from you when vegas literally tried to SA porsche is uh... idk it doesnt make sense. Kimchay is completely g rated, and a few years difference is really nothing at all, especially in comparison to SA. Like, I'm honestly hoping you can explain your thoughts on this cause, uh, what? Anyway, welcome to the fandom?

hi anon

okay I am going to answer this in two parts

1. I am not a kimchay anti or some kimchay hater who’s going to fill the kimchay tag with terrible takes and derogation of them. once I finish kinnporsche I will have absolutely zero interaction with kimchay, and beyond a reblog or two of kinnporsche content I probably won’t interact with the kinnporsche fandom. so I promise I’m not out here trying to establish myself as a fandom regular and/or a kimchay anti I was really just voicing my thoughts as I was watching the episode

2. even if the age gap isn’t that big (as far as the last couple anons and people have said chay is 18 and kim is 21?) their relationship in general doesn’t sit well with me.

it looks like chay’s feelings are coming from a place of admiration, worship and puppy love -> there’s nothing wrong with this but it does highlight how young and naive he is

whereas kim’s feelings (or rather actions) look to be coming from a place of “curiosity” and “i wonder what would happen if I did this thing-“ and not really any feelings of love or care

(aka the: “I love you, do you love me?” scene really shows both chay’s naivety and kim’s feelings)

I just think chay is too young and innocent to be engaging in a relationship with someone like kim who is not only older but lives a lifestyle full of violence and trauma. the gap in emotional maturity is huge (even if the age gap isn’t)

all this being said, I can see from the anon’s I’ve gotten and the interactions I’ve had with the kimchay live-blogging posts that this seems to be a very needled topic in the fandom and therefore I will probably strive to stay far away from it while I finish this show

thank you for asking so gently :) I really appreciate it. and I hope I don’t spoil your (or anyone else’s) kimchay appetite.

I very much live by the philosophy: ship who you want to ship it’s all fake and happiness is the only thing that matters

I also live by the philosophy that the things we interact with in fiction do not translate to the things we are okay (or not okay) with in real life. it’s about knowing your boundaries and using critical thinking to say, “hey this is pretty fucked up and if I saw this in real life I would be disgusted and scared but this is a fictional universe where the actions and consequences of characters are contained within this piece of media and I am interacting with it without engaging in those actions in real life. my feelings for the content are based within the context of the show and not within what I do or don’t do in real life”

sending gentleness always :)

[ficforce]

Black Lies

Hinawa x Reader NSFW

The two froze as they heard someone outside the locker room and Y/N pressed her face into his neck, holding her breath in hopes that their teammates would keep going and they wouldn’t be caught yet. The voices began to drift away and she let out a relieved breath, she didn’t have time to take oxygen back in before Hinawa’s mouth crashed into hers again, his tongue pushing back into her mouth with as much fervour as before as his fingers went back to unbuttoning her shirt. She could feel her lungs burning and pulled on his hair, tugging until she was able to pull his head back, he reluctantly let her and whilst she was gasping in air Hinawa pulled at her belt, “W-Wait!” The man paused without hesitation and Y/N couldn’t help but smile at him for his restraint, “It’s too risky in here…” The Lieutenant nodded and took her hand, pulling her through the station without a care, their relationship was secret but he had the confidence to walk them out so openly until they reached his room, they didn’t run into a single person and she wondered if he could sense where everyone was in the building. Their hands were back on each other the moment the door to his room locked, pulling at clothing and grabbing at naked skin until Hinawa lifted her with ease and put her down on his bed. Y/N wriggled further upon it and welcomed him back into her arms as he pressed himself over her, kissing down her throat to her collarbone and then he slowed just a little when he reached the uneven skin along her upper chest. He felt her shiver and grazed his teeth over her burn-scarred shoulder just once before continuing to kiss down her body, “Takehisa…”

His name falling breathlessly from her lips made his eyes brighten until they were burning yellow, she was so honest with her feelings for him that he couldn’t help but get excited, “I want you, Y/N” “I’m already yours,” her body felt hotter than usual, everywhere their skin touched burned and the air felt a little thin, “T-Takehisa, it’s too hot…” The air around them cooled as he reigned in his ability to reduce the heat in the room, it didn’t seem to help her as heat prickled all over her body, inside and out. Choosing to ignore it, Y/N grabbed his face and pulled him up to kiss her, a small whimper was swallowed up by the Lieutenant as he pushed into her. The sudden stretch and feeling of fullness had her so hot she felt dizzy, as long as he kept thrusting into her so passionately that she could see stars, Y/N didn’t think she cared. Hinawa felt the heat spike in the room too and made a conscious effort to slow his hips and make sure he wasn’t overheating - it wasn’t him causing it. He caught a glimpse of colour in his lover’s eyes and his thrusts stuttered to a halt, “Y/N?” “No… no, please!” She pleaded as her body rolled up against his, trying to get the friction she so badly needed, “Please.” The man caught her hips and gently shushed her, settling himself deep inside and gritting his teeth as her tight, wet heat fluttered around him. Her eyes were glowing and Hinawa saw soft yellow flames dance along her skin; scorching the bedding in places. “Take…” The Lieutenant was taken off guard, he had know Y/N for years and never had she mentioned that she was a third-generation pyrokinetic, nor had he ever seen her use any ability. He felt a hard push on his chest and she forced him onto his back whilst straddling him; he couldn’t hold onto a thought as Y/N rode him almost desperately. Their skin met loudly and Hinawa pushed himself up on one arm, his free hand yanking her head back to expose her throat, biting and licking, enjoying the way she bounced on his lap and moaned his name like a mantra. He felt his skin tingle each time she accidentally burned him, her control was tenuous and Hinawa wasn’t sure that she wouldn’t set the room on fire if he didn’t do something fast. Y/N gasped and squeezed around his cock, “Oh God…!” Hinawa’s thumb rubbed and stroked over her clit, his hips bucking up into her just right that he knew she wouldn’t last long. He had muffled her cries as best he could when she came, his own moans a little quieter but he didn’t doubt someone might have heard them. As she collapsed on top of him, Hinawa stroked his hands up and down her back, her body was hotter than he’d ever felt before, he waited until their breathing had calmed and they both began to cool before asking her outright, “Y/N… how long have you been pyrokinetic?” She froze in his arms and then she removed herself from his lap, ignoring the way she could feel his cum leaking out between her thighs, “Y/N?” “I’m not,” the woman said quietly and began getting dressed as quickly as she could, “I’m going to grab a shower and then I’ll get back to writing up the reports.” He reached out for her hand, his fingertips barely brushing hers before she tore her arm away, she didn’t look at him as she headed for the door. Hinawa blinked dumbly as he watched her blatantly lie to his face and try to run away - was she scared? He pulled on his pants and stood up to follow, “You can tell me as your boyfriend or I’ll make you tell me as your Lieutenant.” Y/N’s hand paused on the doorknob and she felt her bottom lip tremble, she couldn’t believe he was pulling rank on her, she didn’t think he would ever do that to her and Y/N felt like he had just shot her, “It doesn’t matter…” “It does.” He put his glasses back on and disliked that he could see clearly how tense she was now, her shoulders drawn up and a tremble just noticeable throughout her body, “It’s not in your file, you’ve never mentioned it before and it matters, Y/N. For your safety at the very least… The Captain and I need to know so that we can -!” “I don’t want anyone to know,

Takehisa!” Flames danced along her shoulders and up into her hair as she yelled, they disappeared without a trace in seconds, “I hate it!” Y/N opened the door and ran out into the hallway, she crashed straight into Obi who steadied her by her shoulders, she shoved him back without a thought, her palms scorching his overalls by accident and they both looked at each other with wide-eyed surprise, “I… I’m so sorry!” She shoved past him and kept running. — - Obi and Hinawa searched the building as discreetly as possible, once it was obvious she wasn’t there they took to the streets to find their teammate and Hinawa told Obi about their relationship. It wasn’t against the rules to date his subordinate, they had found the secrecy fun and Y/N had been worried he might be accused of being softer on her than the others - though, in truth, he was harder on her. The Captain gave a slight shrug and admitted that he had figured it out a few weeks ago when he heard them in the back of the matchbox. “Do you know why her ability is active right now?” The Captain checked down one of the streets and blew out a puff of air, “She seemed really upset… you think it’s a new thing?” “Her chest and shoulder were burned badly when she was a teenager, it’s safe to say she didn’t have it then but I think she’s been suppressing it.” He was worried that she could have a burnout and he worried that threatening her with his position had been a step too far; he should have let her come to him willingly instead of being so forceful. “Y/N became a firefighter because she lost her mother in a house fire.” Obi nodded, he’d heard the story and read it in her file, “Her sister Infernalised, right? She’s amazing for choosing to fight fires even after getting burned and losing so much.” He knew that she still had her father but he hadn’t heard her talk about him and the man hadn’t ever shown up to any of her award ceremonies or even come to visit Company 8 after she had been recruited, “I heard her shout that she hated it… do you think that’s her thinking or someone else’s?” “I’m not sure,” he stopped to adjust his glasses and looked up at the sky, “I sent a message to her father a few months after she joined and before we started dating. I thought I should invite him to the Rookie Games to cheer her on but his reply was absolute.” “Absolute?” “He replied that he would ‘rather eat glass than watch his daughter associate further with fire breathing freaks’. A little more research showed that he’s part of several clubs against fire users.” It wasn’t unusual, people who lost loved ones to Infernalisation often resented second and third generations - simply for surviving the flames. “Perhaps she was trying to run away from his hatred…?” Obi pat his shoulder and nodded his head back toward the Station, “We’re her family now, she knows that so… I think she’ll come home by herself.”  — - Vulcan flagged them down when he saw the Captain and Lieutenant, he pulled them toward the garage and made sure no one else was around before whispering, “Y/N’s locked herself in the back of the Matchbox, I think I heard her crying but when I called out she went completely silent and pretended not to be there. Also, the temperature in here keeps going up…” Obi looked to Hinawa and the other man nodded, “Nice work, Vulcan, let Hinawa deal with it for now.” The younger man looked back with worry in his eyes, he liked Y/N and he didn’t like that something strange was going on or that she wouldn’t speak to him, “Everything will be okay.” Hinawa exhaled after taking a deep breath and approached the vehicle, he knocked on the doors at the back and waited a minute before heading to the front and getting in, he slid open the panel and flinched as hot air hit his face and steamed his glasses up. “You’re overheating, please come out of there… you don’t have to talk to me, Y/N, I won’t force you to but I don’t want you to collapse either.” The back of the vehicle was too dark for him to see anything and he couldn’t hide the worry in his voice anymore, “Please, Y/N, I know how

exhausting it is keeping things locked away.” Still, she wouldn’t come out and he slumped back into the driver’s seat, “In our world, people burst into flames… and burn to nothing. Rather than getting stuck where you are, constantly lost and confused, it’s probably better for everyone if you stay indifferent and unemotional.” It was his own personal feelings, it was Hinawa’s way of coping with everyday tragedies, he figured that her hiding her powers was a similar coping mechanism. “Just another cog in the machine, not standing out and just trying to fit in and keep going. It’s easier that way… but it’s exhausting. It hurts, right?” He heard the click of the lock from inside and got out of the Matchbox, the garage was becoming like a sauna and he barely caught Y/N as she staggered out of the back, “Take deep breaths.” Hinawa lifted her into his arms and headed for the showers, he didn’t bother checking for occupants before he placed her on the floor and turned the shower on so that the spray was cold. Steam hissed off her skin and rose up above them, the Lieutenant felt his black t-shirt begin to cling to him as the fabric became heavy with water but he was more concerned with cooling her down. “I hate it… fire… it takes and takes and… I hate myself.” His hands stroked over her cheeks and he pressed his forehead to hers, “Don’t let it take you too, don’t burn yourself out because I wouldn’t know what to do if I lost you too.” He sat beside her under the spray and soon he felt her nestle into his side, her head resting over his heart as she began to cry, Hinawa rested his cheek on her head and held her tight, “You don’t have to hide from me because I’ll love you regardless.”

[ritebeforeyoureyes]

Haunt

Thank you all for the amazing feedback for the little parental one-shot. I promised I was going to update this like two days ago, but I’ve honestly struggled with this chapter so much and nothing even happens in it lol. Sorry it sucks!

Masterlist – Plot: Zendaya faces a reality when she heads back to her apartment.

Haunt (Chapter Six)

It’s official – Tom royally pisses Zendaya off.

When Tom recomposes himself after his steamy shower, he drags a reluctant Zendaya away from her toaster bagel. Sam just chuckles as she drops the bagel inches from her eagerly awaiting mouth as Tom clings to her elbow and tugs. She’s stumbling over her heels in an attempt to catch up with him and she presses down on her feet, trying to create some friction to slow down their pace.

“Hey!” She yells, her head wistfully glancing at the sad mess of cream cheese smeared across Tom’s pristine kitchen counter. “I wasn’t finished.”

“We have things to do, places to be.” Again, Zendaya’s opinion on things didn’t seem to matter to Tom and she ground her teeth, feeling like a child being dragged out of a candy store with the promise of vegetables later. “We’ll get lunch somewhere on our way home.” Tom finally suggested after sensing her scowl.

“Let’s get one thing straight, Tom-” With a fieriness that even she hadn’t expected, Zendaya yanked her arm out of Tom’s hold suddenly. He spun on his heels, his eyes staring back at her quizzically. “We aren’t together, we aren’t even friends! So, we’re not going to go on lunch dates and shopping trips like everything’s fine between us. I’m only staying here, because I have to – this isn’t my home.”  

“It’s just food, Z, I’m not asking you to marry me.” Tom hadn’t had his ego bruised like this in years and he was ashamed to admit that he wanted Zendaya to bow to his every whim and suggestion. However, he knew, deep down, she wasn’t like the usual girls he messed around with. He couldn’t just command for her to get on her knees and expect her to do so without putting up a fight. And consequently, Tom put up a fight of his own. He wasn’t going to let her both turn him on and infuriate him simulatenously; he needed to possess some control somewhere. “Jesus, don’t flatter yourself.”

And from then onwards, Tom and Zendaya settled into a heavily awkward silence. Tom was smug at the fact that she hadn’t come up with a witty quip in retaliation to his last words and Zendaya, she was angry that he had the audacity to call her out in the way that he had. She hated herself for getting riled up and pissed off, because she knew that was what he wanted. He was seeking reactions from her and she was going to be damned if she let him get to her again.

So, she wordlessly walked with him to the basement parking lot and said nothing as an abundance of flashy cars greeted her. Her mouth just fell open in response, the place was like a showroom! But she wasn’t going to give Tom the satisfaction of saying how impressed she was. She made no comment on the yellow and red racing cars or the functional family van; she simply looked at her shoes and followed him to a black Audi. The only time she spoke again was to give him her address.

And as Tom drove, Zendaya found herself focused on glancing out the window at the city passing by her. She had never driven through this part of New York City and she found herself behaving like a tourist, her neck craning upwards to catch a glimpse at the towering skylines. The Upper East Side was a collection of pricey stores and extravagant apartment complexes and from this angle, Zendaya was relishing in how beautiful it all looked. But the sights progressively grew rarer as they ventured through traffic towards the streets of Brooklyn. Zendaya saw the visible change in her surroundings. Gone were the pretty buildings and the couture fashion. They drove through buildings decorated in graffiti, a sloppy drug deal in the making and what looked like a prostitute on a street corner.

Ashamedly, the drive through this neighbourhood made Zendaya feel ashamed of where she had built a new life for herself. She disliked how different hers and Tom’s worlds were now; opposite ends of a spectrum. It didn’t help that she noticed him grimacing as they drove. Zendaya thought it was because he was disgusted but It was safe to say, that wasn’t his initial reason.

Tom tried, desperately, to focus on the road in front of him but he couldn’t. Looking at the shady neighbourhood that they were in made Tom’s heart hurt. He didn’t like picturing Zendaya here. Tom had seemingly gotten through abandoning Zendaya all those years ago by picturing her an idealistic alternate universe. He envisioned her at college in a wealthy town with no worries in the world. His fantasy somehow disconnected him from the reality of breaking up with her and it helped his heart heal. In his mind, he had left her because she deserved better, a world of possibility and hope opposed to one of drugs and crime. But seeing this - the truth regarding Zendaya’s life - was hard to swallow.  Because this place wasn’t an embodiment of possibility and hope, it was one of hardship. It was then that images of Zendaya working eighteen hour shifts and cramming for school started to haunt Tom.

Had he made a mistake by leaving her to fend for herself?

“It’s that one, on the right.” Zendaya pointed to a large tower block, snapping him out of his toxic train of though.

“Zendaya, listen to me when I say you have this thing about fighting me but we can’t do that, not right now. Please, I beg of you, do as I say-” Before Tom got out of the car, he instructed Zendaya carefully. He knew the first few places that Harrison would look for Zendaya was her studio and her apartment. He wasn’t going to risk letting her walk into a darkly lit apartment by herself, only to have one of Harrison’s men putting a gun to her head. “Stay behind me and stay close, okay?”

“Okay.” For the first time since they’d been reunited, Zendaya didn’t hesitate before agreeing with Tom. She walked into her apartment complex tucked tightly behind him, his body heat radiating off onto her own. She tried to ignore the fireworks that went off inside her at their proximity, her body reacting to his instantaneously.

But she couldn’t just ignore it, all she could remember in that one moment was a memory that she had tried so desperately to force aside.

They had been at a friend’s house party, both Zendaya and Tom juniors in high school at this point. Zendaya didn’t drink and she’d spent most of her night dancing away with the likes of Deja and Dom. They’d gone shopping for new clothes and she was in a skin-tight dress that she’d bought with Tom in mind. It was purple and sparkly, the spaghetti straps falling off her shoulders sexily. As of recently, moments between Zendaya and her boyfriend had been growing increasingly heated; their make-out sessions progressing into something of more heated passion and she was eager to take their relationship to the next step.

After enjoying her night with her friends, Zendaya knew it was time to head home. She went on a pursuit to find Tom, finally spotting him in a corner sipping at a beer in the back yard. Her heel clad feet strutted towards him with a look of pure determination, her hips swaying in encouragement. Obnoxious seniors whistled at her as she walked by and Tom just frowned possessively, chugging at his beer before tugging her body tightly against his own.  

Zendaya practically tackled him as she went in for a passionate kiss that fulfilled all attributes of public displays of affection. Time stood still whilst they kissed, their tongues darting between their mouths and tangling together in a frenzy.  Tom had a hand wound in her wavy hair and another on her perky ass, his fingers squeezing ever so occasionally. Meanwhile, Zendaya cupped his neck with both her arms, her tight hold exemplifying her fervour and hunger. It was Tom who later disengaged their kiss, his teeth pulling at Zendaya’s lower lip briefly.

“Let’s get out of here.” He hummed in her ear as he felt every curve of her body against his own.

That had been the night, the night where their relationship dynamic had changed forever. It had been the most remarkable way for a teenage girl to lose their virginity. He had held her so tightly then, his body heat mingling with her own as he broke all barriers and pushed into her for the first time. He had been gentle and loving, treasuring each inch of her skin as if it were food and he were starving.

That same feeling of protection and love is what Zendaya felt stood closely next to Tom in the present day and it took all of her will power to snap her out this daze. She had to remind herself over and over that the only reason she was still by his side was because his job was to protect her; reminiscing on the past was only going to get them both killed.

Tom unlocked Zendaya’s door, all his senses on high alert. One of his hands rested firmly on the gun tucked into his waistband whilst his other arm circled to hold Zendaya tightly to him.

“Zendaya! Where have you been?” As Tom inched into the apartment, he was startled by the sound of a foreign voice. His first reaction was to grab for his gun but before he could, Zendaya was pushing him out of the way. This time, she was stood at the front, her eyes looking back at the surprise visitor in her apartment. “Oh my gosh, I was so worried-“

“What are you doing here?”  

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