#I mean it's nothin compared to PEP but like

[billysgirllol]

“don’t play innocent, mama’s most rotten child.” she gently pinches his cheek on where his sunburn hasn’t touched his skin the most, giving it a playful wiggle. “mhm, me neither. us and our own covey.” sweet smile dazzling her olive features, her heart feeling a special tenderness at that sentiment. “of course a song about your eyes,” she peps, “it’s always the best way to describe whatever the heart is tryin’ to say.” she writes and sings when she has something to say, or how to express something that's special to her. which would be the latter describing what she sees in his eyes, that would be an entire story on how she sees goodness in his heart behind his eyes. “it’ll be a mystery.” she playfully retorts to him saying it’ll be a romancing type of song. “they’re a pretty shape and color, too. unique.” blue? pale gray blue? the clearest blue and clearest green mixed together? that was a mystery too, it was hard to define his eye color to one color when she’s already been staring at him all day and noticed he has blue eyes to something even clearer than just blue in different lightings. billy taupe's was just a murky green and what truly made nothing stand out in them, was his awful heart.

“the sunset…that’s sweet, darlin’. thank you.” an adoring smile graces her lips, fawn like eyes lighting up like every star was hung in them at how sweet that is. “i don’t remember that, you’re just tellin’ bear tales on me.” playfully, she grinned. “you sure are smart, cause that’s exactly how it happens.” another warm laugh sounds from her, especially at the if he waters a cabbage everyday part. “how’s that? i wasn’t sayin’ nothin’ bad— but chirp chirp chirp does mean many things, you have to know bird language to understand it. hm, so what's this... the great billy knows english and spanish but he knows nothin’ about us bird’s and our language?” brows lift, teasing him as she’s holding onto his hand, afraid if she lets go he’s going to attack her again. "no, no no no. none of that, i've not recovered yet." grip tightens on his hand, flinching without him even moving. then she's watching him make rawr sounds and another bubble of amusement bubbles over and makes her cheeks hurt, "tweet tweet tweet." making her voice sound smaller so it sounds equally sweet as those to those little birds who tweet and chirp in trees all day, lucy gray sits up straighter. doe eyes fall on his belly he's showing her and immediately, she reaches out with her other hand to let her fingers dance against his abdomen. body of a greek god...she laughs, not because it's not true. but just because it's funny that's what he comes up with. he's lean and perfectly handsome, she agrees. but that's why she won't look at it for long, she'll start realizing she's never witnessed things like a male abdomen so closely and start blushing again.

"where'd all the piggyness go? cause that's hard to believe. maybe it just stretched an' stretched and that's how you got long limbs." she softly laughs, then wonders how she's admiring his reaction to putting dolls in face so much when she expected him to get annoyed. that just made him appear even cuter than he already is to her. she's going to do the same to billy taupe next time she has to see him, then compare the differences because she's certain he'll have a different reaction. "papa is so sweet to his babies." voice coos, small hand patting his cheek then she places her doll back down in her arm and lap.

“oh,  and  now  she’s  puttin’  the  blame  on  me!  when  she  was  the  one  actin’  all  mean  to  poor  ole  dad.”  batting  his  long  lashes,  he  puts  on  his  sweetest  puppy  dog  face  in  an  attempt  to  appear  innocent  when  she  grabs  his  arm.  he  fully  expects  her  to  pinch  it  and  is  surprised  when  she  doesn’t.  “that  means  our  little  family  is  complete.  mom  and  dad  and  their  two  babies…  and  one  goat,  five  horses,  rabbits,  a  flock  of  hens…  wouldn’t  want  to  have  it  any  other  way,”  the  cowboy  muses  with  a  laugh,  his  fingertip  tapping  the  tip  of  lucy  gray’s  nose.  it’s  all  play  pretend  and  he  knows  it,  but  when  he  looks  into  her  chocolate  hues,  this  unfamiliar  feeling  of  comfort  and  warmth  engulfs  his  whole  body  at  once,  coiling  around  him  like  a  well-worn,  cozy  blanket  and  causing  a  genuinely  happy  smile  to  appear  on  his  lips.  “a  song  about  my  eyes?”  for  a  second  there  he’s  not  sure  if  she’s  joking  or  not,  it’s  such  a  ridiculous  thought  —  songs  and  poems  are  supposed  to  be  written  about  truly  special  things,  not  ordinary  eyes  like  his.  “if  you  wrote  one,  i’d  think  you  were  tryin’  to  romance  me.”  he  teases,  all  because  he  doesn’t  know  how  to  handle  compliments,  not  when  they’re  coming  from  lucy  gray.  “says  the  girl  with  eyes  that  turn  into  a  sunset  of  their  own  as  evening  approaches,”  he  says  quietly,  the  tips  of  his  ears  tingling  as  he  turns  into  a  star-struck,  sheepish  teenager,  developing  a  crush  on  the  girl  who’s  so  out  of  his  league  that  he  has  no  right  even  thinking  about  her.  “but  thank  you.  it’s  the  nicest  thing  anyone’s  ever  said  to  me.”  kindness  and  pureness,  it  means  a  lot  to  him  because  he’s  always  been  a  profound  believer  that  eyes  are  the  windows  to  people’s  souls.  if  she  sees  him  as  kind  and  pure,  it  means  he’s  a  good  person,  even  though  he’s  taken  a  wrong  turn  here  and  there.

“you  need  to  make  up  your  mind,  my  dearest  lucy  gray,”  he  coos,  beaming  as  he  manages  to  coax  a  fit  of  giggles  out  of  her.  he  watches  as  her  dainty  fingers  curl  swiftly  around  his  hand  and  force  him  to  give  her  ribs  a  break,  butterflies  fluttering  in  the  pit  of  his  stomach  at  the  mere  sight  —  he  finds  the  size  difference  between  their  bodies  incredibly  attractive,  her  hands  looking  even  smaller  and  more  dainty  when  compared  to  his.  “you  just  spent  half  an  hour  tellin’  me  where  babies  come  from.  you  can’t  try  and  confuse  me  by  sayin’  they  grow  in  the  garden.  how  would  that  even  work?  i  plant  a  cabbage  and  get  a  baby  at  the  end  of  august  if  i  water  it  every  day?”  he  shakes  his  head,  but  his  eyes  are  bright,  infatuated  with  the  girl  sitting  in  front  of  him.  he  slowly  turns  his  hand,  palm  up  so  that  hers  can  rest  in  it.  “mhm,  didn’t  sound  like  nothin’  to  me.  sounded  like  you  were  callin’  me  the  opposite  of  the  best  husband  in  the  world.”  he  refuses  to  cuss  in  front  of  children,  even  if  said  children  are  just  dolls,  even  in  jest.  “hey,  now  that’s  so  mean…  i  think  i’ll  have  to  tickle  this  mean  bone  out  of  you.”  it’s  an  empty  threat  for  now,  just  because  he  doesn’t  want  to  let  go  of  her  hand.  “rawr,  rawr,  rawrrrr.”  always  the  first  to  goof  around  and  play  along,  he  roars  pitifully,  hoping  to  sound  like  a  heartbroken  dinosaur  that  got  called  names  by  his  own  birdie  wife.  “actually,  my  ma  said  i  weighed  more  than  nine  pounds  when  i  was  born,  i  only  got  lanky  when  i  turned  about  four  and  started  growing  and  growing  and  growing.  but  before  that?  and  i  know  it’s  hard  to  believe  ‘cause  look  at  me  now,  the  body  of  a  greek  god,”  he  laughs,  acting  obnoxious  and  lifting  his  shirt  up  to  expose  his  toned  stomach,  he  might  be  malnourished  but  at  least  his  muscles  are  more  prominent  now,  “but  i  was  a  pig  when  i  was  about  the  same  age  as  our  babies.”  he  lowers  his  shirt  when  she  puts  the  dolls  in  his  face  and  leans  down  to  plant  a  bunch  of  sweet  kisses  on  the  newborn’s  face.

[i-need-entertainment]

Satori Tendou + “Can’t take my eyes off of you”

This is the 8th Oneshot for the Valentines Day 2021 Event thank you so much for requesting! I’ve never written for him before so i’m excited! This one also ended up reaaallly long h e h e

**For context f/c= Favorite color~n/n= Nickname**

Character: Tendou x reader

“Ugh. Satori I sWEAR if you’re lying-” He waved his hand in the air as a goofy smile came onto his face. “Now, N/n~” You deadpanned at the nickname he used. “When have I ever lied to you?” You held up a fist and raised a finger with ever point you brought up, “Hmm let’s see...1st grade you said it was Akemi who took my chocolate when it was you, Ooh! In 3rd grade you-” He rolled his eyes, “I meant seriously lied to you dummy~” You shook your head as you smiled, “Almost never..”

 Ignoring the ‘almost’ he stood up from your bed, sauntering over to where you stood in front of the mirror, dressed in the gorgeous f/c dress you had picked to wear for your last prom (seeing as you and Tendou were both 3rd years). “Satori....” His crimson eyes met yours in the mirror, “...Do you think Sugino is going to..you know...” Your worried e/c eyes looked back to yourself in the mirror, eyes raking over every inch of your appearance. 

Tendou forced a smile on his face, pushing the feelings of sadness deep, deep down so you wouldn’t see. “He will...if he doesn’t he’s a real idiot to not see how-” His eyes slightly widened as he stopped himself. You turned towards him, eyebrow raised in questioning “Not see...what?” He nervously laughed as he ran a hand through his red hair giving you a closed eye smile, less for effect and more to avoid having to look you in the eye. 

“To not see your sparkling personality of course!” His eyes reopened as you playfully slapped his shoulder, “Whatever...” You laughed, smiling as you looked at him. “Okay, not out you go! I need to finish getting ready and YOU need to get dressed!” He laughed and put his arms up in defence as you swatted him out of your dorm. He then returned back to his and Ushijima’s shared dorm where he got dressed. “Did you tell her?” 

Tendou looked up from where he sat tying his shiny dress shoes, Ushijima looking at him with a questioning gaze. Tendou sighed, he finished tying his shoes before he stood up, hands going into the pockets of his black dress pants. “...no. I couldn’t...” Ushijima hummed before he slipped on his suit jacket, preparing to exit the dorm room. “For what it’s worth,” He paused to look at Tendou, sympathy in his olive green eyes “I think it’d be worthwhile to tell her you have feelings for her.” 

Tendou looked down with a sad expression on his face. “I know but...she likes Sugino..there’s not really a point if she’s going to have to reject me..” Ushijima nodded, opening the door. He paused before he could exit, opening his mouth to say something. Tendou put his hand up shaking his head while he smiled at the ace. Ushijima just slightly nodded his head before fully exiting the room Tendou doing the same after a deep breath. 

You and Tendou had known each other since pre-school and had been best friends ever since. You had been through just about everything together, the highs, the lows, and everything in between. And when you had both gotten into Shiratorizawa (him for volleyball you for band ~you can choose the instrument~) your friendship had remained; except he had caught feelings for you. Feelings you were oblivious to. 

Ignoring the thoughts running through his head he caught up with Ushijima and the two headed to meet up with the rest of the volleyball team. On the way to the gym from Semi’s dorm (that had been the meeting place) the team stopped at your dorm to pick you up, since your ‘date’ claimed he wouldn’t be able to. Oh yes, Tomohito Sugino one of the school’s most popular heart throbs and Vice-captain of the soccer team. You had had a crush on him for just over 2 years now, constantly ranting and gushing to Tendou...who just so happened to have a crush on you. 

Just about 2 weeks ago Sugino had asked Y/n to prom as his ‘date’, you of course accepted. Tendou knocked on your door, the unique little tune he only used for you. About 23 seconds later you opened the door, you hair and make up were all done and you had your favorite handbag clutched in your hand. Tendou’s eyes widened as he felt the heat creep up his neck. He slightly chuckled to mask how flustered he was feeling as he stepped to the side. 

“You clean up nice.” He snapped his gaze towards your direction, his cheeks heating up at the compliment. “A-ah. *ahem* thank you...you look...” He motioned with his hand to you, usually pale cheeks tinted with a red hue. “Ridiculous? I kinda feel that way...” Tendou shook his head, “No..you look stunning.” You felt your face get hot at his words. Years ago, years being the end of middle school and the first year of high school you had realized you had fallen for your best friend. But you were so convinced that he didn’t love you back so you buried your feelings, eventually finding interest in Sugino...that didn’t mean those feelings were gone though. 

“Uhm- ohmygosh your hair!! It-it looks nice...” Tendou snapped out of his daze, “Oh! Yeah..well you recommended that I slick it back, so I did..” You two stood there in silence, neither one knowing what to do about the new and different atmosphere that hung between you. “Uh...are you guys done..? Cause we’ve kinda got a dance to get to...” You and Tendou sort circuited as you both turned to face the rest of the team, some were at least trying to hide their smirks while others felt nothing but pleasure seeing the middle blocker blush. 

The team made their way to the gym, laughing and goofing around as per usual. “Y/n!” You felt your heart rate increase as you slightly turned to see Sugino walking towards you, face neutral. “Hey, you ready to go in?” You turned towards him and smiled, smile wavering when he wore a different colored tie than the one you two had chosen. Deciding not to mention it you waved goodbye to the boys and went off with Sugino. 

Tendou sighed as he watched you walk off, turning back to the boys and plastering a smile on his face. “Well? What are we waiting for? We are at a dance after all~” ignoring the yearning feeling he felt in his heart he led the team away off to a table. 

*It is now 8, the dance has been going on for 2 hours and will go on for 3 more*

“Shirabu I swear I will kill you where you sit-” “And what would Kanna think of that? The she really wouldn’t want to dance with you.” “That’s it-” Reon nearly missed Semi’s collar as he pulled him away from the second year setter, sitting him back in his seat while Kawanishi snickered and Ushijima looked at the pair with disappointment. Tendou’s gaze remained on the table, his head propped up on the hand that his elbow was holding up while his other hand messed with the table decorations. 

His attention was stolen from the confetti splayed on the plastic tablecloth by the group of girls that was headed towards the table. “Um...Semi? Would you like to dance?” Kanna (the girl Semi just so happened to be crushing on) asked the 3rd year, who after some time to recover and a slap from Kawanishi came to his senses and agreed. It was then Tendou realized that these girls (who were all pairing up with a guy to dance with ;) were from Y/n’s friend group. 

Looking around Tendou noticed that you weren’t with them, which is strange since you had said earlier that you and Sugino would be with them all night...He got up and looked for your other bestie, Rei, who was talking with Reon. “Hey Rei..where’s Y/n and Sugino?” He noticed a shift in Rei’s expression, it was a mix of sympathy and straight up anger. She pointed to a table behind her. Tendou looked over her shoulder to see you, and only you, sitting by yourself at one of the tables. 

“Sugino ditched about 20 minutes into the dance...Last time I saw him he was busy shoving his tongue down another girls throat.” Reon rubbed comforting circles on her back as she took a deep breath trying to calm down. “Listen...I’m saying this as her friend and yours...go over there. And ask her to dance,” Tendou opened her mouth to speak but the brunette cut him off, “She will say yes, just ask. Use your Tendou Satori charm or something, I don’t know! Just ask!” 

After contemplating it for a moment and getting encouragement from his teammates Tendou gave himself one last pep talk before he walked over to the DJ, asking him a question. You sat alone at your seat, head rested in your palm as you watched the other couples dance. You sighed as you returned your gaze to the maroon colored table cloth, lightly picking at it with your manicured nails. *Ahem* You looked up at the person who had tried to get your attention, eyes slightly narrowing in curiosity when you saw it was Tendou. 

“Satori..? What are you doing here? I thought you were with the boys.” He shook his head as he held out his hand, slightly bowing while doing so. Regardless; you took his hand and allowed him to help you stand. When you stood he started to lead you to the dance floor. “How come you knew where to find me anyways?” His face turned to one of irritation. “When your friends came over to collect mine, Rei told me what ‘he’ did...So, I came to collect you.” 

Your eyes widened as his hand squeezed yours. You, too stunned and nervous to talk, let him lead you to the dance floor. Right as you entered the space the song Tendou had requested started playing, you immediately recognizing it. He brought you close to him, one arm wrapped around your waist and the other hand gently holding yours. 

As the song started to play, he began to sing along, dancing becoming more and more goofy, but all the more memorable and sweet. Your laughter rang through the air as he spun you, extending his arm as he flung you to the side, only to roll you back into his chest, swaying and spinning you as the song went on.

“Pardon the way that I stare, There's nothin' else to compare, The sight of you leaves me weak, There are no words left to speak, But if you feel like I feel, Please let me know that it's real, You're just too good to be true, Can't take my eyes off of you”

His eyes never left yours as he sung this to you, your heart rate steadily picking up its pace as he continued to twirl you around the floor. As the song slowed so did he, his movements less sporadic and more intentional, hi grip on you firm and reassuring, and his eyes showing only honesty and sincerity.

“I love you, baby“

He paused singing after that, red eyes looking- searching yours, hands never leaving you as he continued to dance. You didn’t know what to do...other than to continue dancing with the man of your dreams.

“Now that I've found you, stay And let me love you, baby Let me love you..”

He once again drifted off, bringing the hand he was holding to his lips to kiss it, Eyes closing briefly in bliss before he reopened them, showing determination and something else- “Y/n.” You gulped a bit before you weakly nodded. He smiled, his ever so charming, ever so him smile that never failed to make the blood rush to your face. He leaned in close to your ear, chuckling lightly before he spoke, “I meant what I said...or rather..sang.” 

As soon as he pulled away you looked at him searching his expression for any hint that he was joking...there was nothing there except love. Without giving it a second thought you pulled his hand towards you and hugged him tight, “...I love you too Satori...I love you so much!” He smiled as he pulled you against him even tighter, kissing the top of your head as he sighed in bliss. “So...” You laughed, “So...” He nuzzled into you as he continued to sway you both to the song. 

“Does this mean you’re my girlfriend now~” You shook your head, “You never asked.” He scoffed as he pulled away, “Fine then. Y/n L/n, love of my life, stars to my night, peaches to my cream~ Will you do me the oh so glorious honor of becoming my beloved?” You tried to stop your laughter as you nodded, returning your head to the crook of his neck as you smiled, “It would be my pleasure.”

“You're just too good to be true, Can't take my eyes off of you, You'd be like Heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much, At long last, love has arrived And thank God I'm alive, You're just too good to be true, Can't take my eyes off you”

[bookishlyxnerds]

Insecure

Art by Marching Space

Story by Candy and Mickey

Instagram: @_bookishlyxamazing_ / Tumblr: bookishlyxnerds

Words: 1,151

Class 1-A of UA was a giant family. Of course, there was Bakugo, who wasn't all that close. Then there was someone like Izuku who had a mumble issue (trust me an intervention is soon to be held). Or perhaps Tokoyami who... Is a bird. What I am trying to get at here is that not all families are perfect. That sometimes there are really tough times. That's when family matters, when help is needed. Even from the least expected people.

···

Today could be considered like any other day. Bakugo had one of his occasional meltdowns. Mineta got beat up. Twice. Everyone was exactly as they should and would be. The exception, however, was Kirishima.

Today was one of his tough days.

Generally, Kirishima is optimistic, honest, trustworthy, and the 'justice keeper' or rather when he calls people out on their bullshit. But today he just wasn't; his insecurity got to him.

He mostly listened with the occasional words. He mostly keep to himself, though he would fake a laugh here and there. He had a sad look in his eye, but he hid it well. It seemed it was only something Bakugo noticed.

When lunch arrived, Bakugo decided to talk to Denki, find out what the problem was.

"Pikachu, we need to talk" Bakugo announced to Denki as he grabbed him by the collar and pulled him to the hallway. Surprisingly, Denki just went with it.

"What do you need, B--" Denki asked.

"I don't need a fucking thing, lightbulb." Bakugo replied, insulted.

"No I was wondering what I could-"

"You could shut your damn trap and listen!" Bakugo growled, his red eyes glimmering with annoyance.

Denki remained silent.

"What's up with the Hedgehog?"

"Kirishima?"

"Just answer the motherfucking question!"

"Oh... Uh... I don't really know... He has just been acting his… normal self..."

"You short circuiting in the head again because I swear-"

Denki laughed, "No I'm not." A thoughtful look crossed his face, "Why don't you ask him what the issue is if you think something is wrong?"

"Me? Ask porcupine what's wrong? Shit, you really are fried up there aren't you?" Bakugo had an aggressive look cross his face and scoffed, walking away leaving Denki alone.

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For the rest of the day, Bakugo remained concerned about the wellbeing of Kirishima. No one seemed to notice or cared. Bakugo was upset about that, to say the least. Friends are supposed to help each other out, right?

Bakugo got up from his seat in class and walked over to Kirishima, who sat besides everyone else, most likely to seem unbothered. One didn't have to be a brainiac to see he was obviously faking.

His walking stopped in front of Kirishima, his eyes looking down at the boy. "Hey Porcupine, we need to talk..." He looked around to the others, “Alone.”

Kirishima looked up, he looked exhausted, “Alright?” He got up and walked to the other side of the room with Bakugo. "What can I do for you, Bakugo?” he inquired

Bakugo halted his usual approach, the one that involved screaming and yelling, and thought for a bit before continuing. He signed, calmed his expressions and looked dead into Kirishima's eyes.

"What's wrong?"

The sad eyes were filled with a sparkle of surprise. Kirishima was the least of all to expect Bakugo being concerned. Or quieter. "Uh... nothin'. I am fine, B-Bakugo," Kirishima replied as he plastered a fake smile on his face followed by a fake laugh (it sounded more like a huff).

"No. Your not."

"I am."

"Really?"

"Yup,"  Kirishima answered, popping his p  to try and make it seem true. Bakugo knew one thing, Kirishima never pops his p’s.

"Alright. Explain something to me first."

"O-ok?"

"You say that you're fine but your actions speak otherwise. You haven't talked as much as usual, which is very surprising, you haven't sought out the manliness of our classmates. You've just sat here, in your seat all fucking day and it's really god damn annoying. I ain't the smartest kid in here but I ain't going to play dumb on this one, Porcupine. So you'll tell me what's wrong or you end up through a wall, deal?"

Kirishima was silent. What could one say to a 'speech’ like that? How could he tell Bakugo how he felt? How he was a horrible hero? That he was nothing, a speck of dirt, compared to his friends; to the hero's he looked up to with all his heart? How could he do that? It was so Unmanly! So cowardly!

“Kirishima… I am asking as a… a… a friend,” Bakugo stated, his hands shoved in his pockets, biting the inside of his cheek.

A sigh escaped Kirishima. He never talked about it. With no one. His blatant disaster of quirk. So how could he talk to Bakugo about it? But here Bakugo was, standing in front of him, wanting to know what was wrong.

Bakugo was never like that.

Kirishima let loose a sigh. “I… I… uh… I'm not a good… w-well I-I mean I am just… I guess… I-I can never truly be a good hero.” Kirishima threw up his hands into a quick shrug, “And that m-makes me upset and insecure…”

Bakugo blinked, “What do you mean you can't be a good hero?”

“Like I-I am not a good hero. I d-don't have a flashy quirk or athleticism or-or incredible smarts. I get hard and I can't even hold out that long using it. I-I am not sure I s-should even be here, ya know?” Kirishima pressed his lips together to keep from crying.

“Kirishima.”

“Y-Yes?”

“You're fucking stupid,” Bakugo stated. This left Kirishima completely surprised and really sad. Maybe he shouldn't have told Bakugo. He felt stupid.

“Yeah, I k-”

“You're a great hero. I mean, come on man, you single handedly protected Fatgum and helped dipfuc-” Bakugo cleared his throat, “Midoriya get that little girl. You are really, really, really optimistic and, I'll admit, it's fucking obnoxious but that's you. Everyone here wouldn't make it without you. You help when everyone is down or just need a pep talk. Let's not forget to mention, you call everyone out on their bullshit. Like I do that, b-but... you do it way better.

“You are brave, optimistic and put others above yourself. That is a hero. You don't care about being first, winning, the acknowledgement; you are a good person and will be an even better hero.

“A great hero, even!”

Kirishima was dead silent. It seems the class was too because no one spoke a word. Not one.

A smile spread on Kirishima's face, “Can you repeat that last part?”

A smirk rose on Bakugo's face, “Tsk, I know you heard me. You're a great hero, Shitty hair. No doubt about it.” He turned on his heel and swaggered back to his seat, this left Kirishima… well, shook.

[akria23]

Westallen/Iris Antis are hilarious...& pathetic 😬

They sit around talking about how most of them hates Iris and praying that westallen breaks ups while putting out threats about how the majority hate Iris so the show better end that.

Now heres the thing, a hater gonna hate - that’s what they do. However, at least hate with the hopes of some shit that’s actually plausible 😪.

1). Comparing Westallen to Caitlyn and all her merry men is just an error in o'so many ways. And also embarrassing. Iris West - although you may hate her - is a way more important character in the entirety of the show than any one of Caitlyn’s relationships. I never try to talk about snowbarry or whatever it’s called cause it seems so unfair…like we got everything in our pond and they ain’t even got a pond. But let me be frank y'all really should stop ending your rant with ‘He should be with Caitlyn…’ yo Barry didn’t even want ha as Savitar 😒. While haters stay motivated to see the end of westallen it ain’t NEVER gonna come. Why? Cause their relationship transcends not only time but space itself. Their love reins in alternate realities and upon different earths. Get yo mouth off that! She’s the love of his life. Even if they were to divorce or she was to die - it’s still Iris, it’s always gonna be Iris.

2). The show ain’t going nowhere if you hating ass bitches still here. Damn you don’t even know how to hate correctly. You not liking something don’t mean the writers gonna kill that off. You can sit around circle jerking each other all you want but your asses keep the numbers high as fuck with your hate. And that’s what’s so damn funny. You hating and the show becomes more about her every damn season. Look at the writing gods 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾. Y'all wanted her dead - they let y'all see that with a hard 'bitch you thought!’ You said she meant nothing - they got engage not once but twice! Back-to-back 😏. You complained she don’t do nothin….they done made her ass the team leader. Let me put it to you like this - no one gives a damn about yo feelings, because they’re fraud as fuck. Let me give you an example -when Spartacus was filming men got upset at all the shots of penis claiming they don’t wanna see that shit while hollering for more titties. The crew put in more penis 🙌🏾. Now I’m not one to advocate writers hating the desires of their fans…unless it is appropriate. Story and fairness above all else is valid. There is nothing wrong with Iris in said story, nothing wrong with the relationship in that story, def ain’t shit wrong with the actress - Candice - who plays ha. You hating for the sake of hating don’t make mountains move or ass cheeks clap 🤷🏾‍♀️. I’m aware some of y'all hate Iris cause she black. Well boo-boo for you. When you wake up tomorrow she still gonna be black & beautiful. When the new episode comes on she’s still gonna be BLACK & BEAUTIFUL. I’m aware some of y'all are ship haters…Westallen is here today and it’s here so hard that your alternate ship ain’t even got enough energy to pull a flatline. Sometimes I scroll past shit some of y'all say demanding to know what right she has, wanting her to shut up and sit down - right after saying she’s not an important character she don’t have a real voice/job. If you guys had a valid reason then it would be cool in the shade. But instead he shit most of y'all sprout is just demeaning for the sake of it all. I don’t give either one of you a pass because shipping has nothing to do with individual character. I’ve shipped before where the character was with someone else - I hate the ship yeah, but I didn’t dislike the female character(s) because she was the love interest. I see some of you sit around talking about how Caitlyn is better cause she’s science smart. I’m sorry to let you in on the secret, that don’t make her better than Iris nor does it make her move deserving of Barry’s love. I know the real world has brain washed you into thinking that women have to be this and be that to deserve the guy but that not true in story either. Story is the only thing that dictates whose deserving. And on the other hand of that I could complain about how Caitlyn has the weakest mentality out of all the characters while Iris has the strongest and say that’s why she deserves it. But that don’t matter and pitting the two women against each other as individuals- def when there is ONLY the two on the main team - is calling for women to be robots of perfection that we are not. There’s a hard difference in dragging a character cause you jealous…and criticizing the characterization/ plot of said character. That’s all I’m saying.

Saw someone say that we Iris stans ain’t defending her actions just claiming she ain’t going nowhere. A). She ain’t doing nothing bad for us to have to defend her. You bad cause she bossed up…we ain’t. You mad cause she had the audacity to tell it like it was - Flash ain’t an I, it’s a we. The flash is a fucking team effort my dude. So if Barry wants to be out here quoting all these I…I..I movements when he wants his way then he needs to be making solo moves with no damn help and without others being in danger. She had every right. Remind him he ain’t the only one there 👏🏾. You say she acting like a bitch…bitch where 👀? Cause she didn’t serve him with that yessir?! She ran that team without him for 6 months! And he’s back now which means they have to adapt and learn give and take in this new dynamic. That’s real shit for your ass. But I don’t think some of y'all understand story so…there’s that. And we say she ain’t going nowhere cause she ain’t going nowhere 😲.

Iris is the bomb dot com. That’s why y'all can’t make this about her characterization because if we’re to be frank then y'all should hate Barry, the lead, waaaay more than his love interest. But keep telling us it’s about xyz while pepping up these other characters who are worse in the writing zone 🤦🏾‍♀️. Roll out a -Siping tea on that - gif.

Now don’t get me wrong…I don’t want you fools to go nowhere! I don’t mind haters…those who don’t know how to hate right. The best haters for a production are idiots like yo asses - the type that says 'I hate it so much I paid 3 times to see it so I wouldn’t miss a detail…’ I need haters like this! We all need haters like this. Y'all with twitter accounts must be banging out numbers for them and for her on episode night! Like they say - you ain’t winning til you got a group of bad ass haters.

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A/N: For @helga-leakadia​’s May Writing Challenge for my OTPs.

Rules: 1 fic per day for the month of May, any length, but must include the quote.

Day 13 Prompt: “You can’t honestly tell me you thought that would work.”

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes

Summary: Sam’s not feeling very optimistic about the shield or the mantle of Captain America. Bucky shares some of his thoughts.

Words: 770

Warnings: Language; My Sammy is a feeling a little lost

The weather was cooler at that time of the year. Mild, warm days gave way to crisp, clear nights, and somewhere in between were lazy, cool afternoons. Sam Wilson enjoyed the afternoons which were cooler when the sun had begun to fall languidly beneath the horizon.

A soft breeze whipped up around the crestfallen man as he glanced over at the shield that was presently lodged firmly into the tree. He had thrown it there in frustration, not realizing his own strength, and it was where it had remained. Stuck between the wood, much like how Sam felt stuck. Adjourned; trapped by the weight of his own responsibility and the derision of others.

“Why don’t you go get that goddamn shield and show the world what you’re made of,” said Bucky, as he took up a seat next to Sam on the front porch. “Now, more than ever, the world needs a hero. The world needs you.”

Sam all but snorted as he let out a wry, disbelieving laugh.

“Whatever, Barnes,” he replied, staring out across the expanse of the yard. “That’s the best you’ve got in the way of a pep talk? Spare me, please.”

“What?” asked Bucky.

“You can’t honestly tell me you thought that would work,” said Sam, not looking at the other man. “You think I don’t know you have no respect for what the mantle stands for?”

“That ain’t true.”

“I spent a lot of time with Steve,” said Sam. “And as you know he’s always been chatty. He told me all kinds of things about you.”

Bucky glanced at Sam and felt his face flush warm. He wondered a moment about what his best friend would have said about him; about what he was like in another life. From what Bucky could remember of Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, he didn’t have a lot to feel embarrassed about, but still, he cared about what Sam thought of him. Past him and present him. He cared.

“Steve told me what it was like with the two of you back in the day,” Sam continued. “You followed him, not Captain America. You said as much to his face. You didn’t care what it stood for. What the shield and the mantle stood for. So, don’t act like it means anything to you now.”

“Sam –”

“Please, Barnes, don’t you dare fuckin’ patronize me now,” said Sam, with no real ire behind his words; more like the sound of defeat.

He sounded tired, Bucky mused, as he took in his profile and said, “Sam, that’s not what I’m doin’. And you’re right: I never gave a single shit or a good goddamn about the symbol of Captain America. How they used my buddy in tights to sell this false picture of war to kids back home who looked up to him. I cared about Stevie. I followed him. The job he ended up doin’ was important, despite that fuckin’ getup he wore and the propaganda they used him for. And I’m not tryin’ to compare the two of you, but you’re important, too.”

Sam turned his head and looked at Bucky.

“What you will go on to do, with or without that shield, is important,” said Bucky, as he and Sam held one another’s gaze. “You are important, Sam. Having you as Captain America is important. What you stand for and what you will bring to the lives of kids that look up to you will change this world for the better. You’re more than just a symbol. And Steve told me things about you, too.”

Sam smiled a little and then said, “Oh yeah? What’d he say?”

“Nothin’ I didn’t already figure out for myself,” said Bucky with a smile of his own. “You’re a man with heart; you’re brave. You’re kind and you care ‘bout people. You’re smart and a good fighter. You don’t take shit from anyone, and you punch above your weight. You’re honest and good and it won’t be the shield or that damn costume that makes people trust you and look up to you, it’ll be the other way ‘round. You’ll make the mantle of Captain America better, Sam. You will. And I’m tellin’ you now, you’re the Captain America I want to follow; you’re the man I want to follow.”

Sam’s breath hitched at the conviction in Bucky’s eyes and the sincerity in his words.

“You mean all o’ that?” asked Sam as he felt a warmth spread through his whole being.

“I do,” said Bucky, as his gaze softened. “I mean it, Sam. I’m following Captain America because of you.”