#and like yes i am bi so i Should be able to enjoy it

[cleo-serotonin]

can i be so real for a sec. i HATE seeing straight mermaid art (minus clewis that’s different). in the art and everything you can see how sexualized the women are and it’s like they’re only existing to fulfill a man’s fantasy. i only want to see SAPPHIC MERMS!!!

[cirillka]

A lot of unnecessary banter from "fans" clogging up Witcher 4 posts when we should just be excited and enjoying trailer edits and fanart. It's tiring, but every complaint has a logical answer, there's no "ah-haa" moment in any of these complaints.

"Ciri can't be a witcher." Except she's called precisely that in the books and in the... Witcher Ciri ending of Witcher 3. Which the entirely of the game's plot suggested (I understand there's alternative endings, but the game's logical flow goes to Witcher Ciri ending). Ciri is a playable character in Witcher 3 alongside Geralt. She is in every way Geralt's daughter, apprentice and heir to his profession. This is a classic "did you not play the game/read the books?" response and I don't know who, with any bare-minimum inkling of the lore, would say this with any seriousness.

"She couldn't have gone through the trial of grasses." Her going through the trial is clearly new Witcher 4 lore, but it's not an unreasonable route. The reason Geralt was a "super" witcher was that he was able to take on more mutations for his trial because he is the son of a sorceress, which isn't supposed to happen as sorceresses can't conceive children (this due to their bodies undergoing changes when becoming disciplined in magic, not some sacrificial ritual that the show suggested). Ciri's bloodline is not just a sorceress bloodline, but the Elder Blood/Lara Dorren bloodline which is so coveted for it's magic prowess, it... was a central aspect in the books and Witcher 3 plot. It is reasonable to assume that she would survive the trial of grasses should she elect to pursue it, which she clearly did.

"She's OP." Trust that CDPR will write to accommodate this? From the trailer, it seemed clear that Ciri had to resource manage her Lara gene. She wasn't teleporting at all, we saw the classic green magic associated with it, and she chose to channel it into a lightning spell. I think that's a great balance. Besides, who wouldn't wouldn't want to play as a combo witcher and sorceress, do you hate fun? lmao.

"I can't play cause Ciri is a woman and I need the protagonist to be a man to relate to them." Skill issue, honestly. I understand the feeling of playing a character that is your gender identity (I am excited to play Ciri for this), but I've played plenty of games as a man and the narrative experiences are still enjoyable and worthwhile, Geralt being no exception. Literally my two guy friends who are the biggest into Witcher, read the books and played the games with me, cite Ciri as both their personal favorite character and are so stoked she's taking the lead in Witcher 4. People with any attachment to Geralt as a character should feel naturally excited his/your daughter is taking up the mantle.

"She is ugly." Incorrect. She looks older, mature and beautiful all in one. This makes her look different from her younger Witcher 3 self, yes (as we should expect?), and in all the best ways. I'm sorry you hate attractive women, that is a personal problem and I wish you future clarity.

"She better not be gay/woke." She already is. The Witcher already was. Even without the books, there is a direct dialogue choice as Ciri where you can specify a preference in women (referencing her girlfriend from the books). The game will likely write her as bi and let the player choose, so sit down and quit crying.

Edit for one more I saw: "She has a School of the Cat medallion, that's wrong!" She's had it since the books, it was a pivotal moment and big spoiler how she got it, but it hung from her belt in her Witcher 3 designs. She just wears it on her neck now.

[shytastemakerthing]

Hi! I noticed your matchups were open and I wanted to have ab romantic MHA matchup pls? I'm an Asian minor who uses she/they pronouns and an Aquarius . My sexuality is bi demiromantic (male preference). I'm 5'0 with tan skin, black hair, brown eyes and glasses.I'm bilingual. People say I look unapproachable since I don't smile or talk much around strangers. I'll need to warm up to people but when I do, I will surprisingly be energetic, talkative and VERY sentimental.

I consider myself a fair, open minded and laid back person most of the time. I like to seek out my friends' company when bored.I'm down to do anything with my friends. I'm hardworking if its something that interests me. I'm very creative but can't seem to make my ideas into reality mostly due to lack of resources or motivation. Idk myself too well so I consistently ask for opinions. I'm pretty emotional and can be a bit sensitive when there's a lot of build up but I try my best to hide it.

My friends describe my  sense of humor as dark and cursed. I can be mischievous and chaotic but still reliable and smart.My hobbies are baking,gaming,art, true crime and supernatural stuff. I express my love with gifts and quality time but still physically affectionate. I get flustered easily. My ideal type is someone who I can trust with my life, very respectful of my boundaries, protective and honest even if its brutal. Sorry if its too much info. Thanks in advance and stay safe💗

Hello and thank you for your request! I am finally able to get these going, just 2 more weeks of classes and finally my schedule will be cleared!

There were a couple ideas that I had as to who you would match with the most but there was one in particular that stood out the most to me!

Tw: None

I match you with..........

Tokoyami Fumikage

Mr. dark and brooding himself. After reading through your initial information, you both seem like a pair that would get along rather well for a plethora of reasons.

From what I have seen, he isn't the most outgoing with the rest of his peers. Not to say he is reclusive, he has his friends, it's just this vibe I get from him.

He would certainly be into the supernatural the same as you. Have you seen his room?

It's been the hang out spot for the both of you a number of times throughout the time you two have been together, even before

Tokoyami rather enjoys that you are a more open-minded individual. It's not often that he sees people like that, especially in the society that you are both living in.

When it comes to you having problems with motivation or lacking the proper materials, he makes it his personal mission to be able to help you with such a feat. Even Dark Shadow wants to help!

Speaking of Dark Shadow.....

ABSOLUTELY LOVES YOU

Aside from Tokoyami (after much practice and training), you are one of the very few who is able to calm Dark Shadow down, he has a soft spot for you

And yes, he has poked fun at Tokoyami on more than one occasion when it came to his affection for you

Though this was more before you both got together and was quite literally screaming at Tokoyami to make a move already

Both of them are highly protective if you, whether you have a quirk or not or able to defend yourself. As your partner, he wants you to know that he will be there to help you and take care of you

He is an honest man, and there are times he is rather blunt in this, but he means the best, he really does. That is also something you don't have to worry about with him.

Overall, Tokoyami loves you for you. He is respectful of any and all boundaries that you have set up and will call out others should they cross a line. You are his partner, and that is something that he does not take lightly.

Thank you for your request!

[katyspersonal]

*knock knock*

KATY!!!!!!!

Asks for Adella!

My first impression of them

10. Describe the character in one sentence

12. Sexuality hc!

16. A childhood headcanon

24. What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone?

29. How do you think they would be as a parent?

HAVE A GREAT DAY!!!

FghthhhGFHHG OWCH YOU JUST KILLED ME WITH A HAMMER HOW WILL I ANSWER NOW FHHJV

Okay okay for real though now (Asks are from this ( x ) meme)

10. Describe the character in one sentence

Sorry I couldn't think of anything funnier hgnjh

12. Sexuality hc!

I want to say 'obviously bi since you can play as male or female character and nothing change', but I myself already stated that her reasoning is the wish to protect the person that saved her from the blood that she was ensured is "dirty" and not some yandere antics...

So she is now bi just because I say so. XD

16. A childhood headcanon

I believe I did mention some stuff in a (very large -_-) ask from Crow that concerned ideas on her past and Arianna's, but the gist of it was that she was orphaned, and picked up in Healing Church since young age by Norbert (the guy before Amelia).

However? I've been enjoying an idea that there was a school connected to the Healing Church; you bet they controlled everything, especially after Cainhurst's fall... And that Adella was one of the people going there, and Edgar was a teacher! Before he ranked up to be trusted into Choir.

I am just trying to say...... the kids antics. Adella never really fit in with the team though, despite Henriett and Alfred being there too (future Healing Church hunters, mind you!) and in fact got others endangered by snitching a few times! She didn't mean bad, she was just a kind easy to fool by adults about "just trying to help". 🙄

24. What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone?

She was the last one to see Brador in "reality", as that old man. When Henriett was snooPING AS usual, and Adella tried to control the situation and follow (remember that Henriett is a detractor!). By controlling the situation I mean trying to cut her with the poisoned knife the stealth style, but... long story short, she killed Brador instead. On accident.

Well, his death traumatized her more than himself (You can only say something like that for a FromSoft game, I swear...).

29. How do you think they would be as a parent?

Sigh... Probably not the best one. Adella strikes me as that kind of a (single) mother that would more or less project her issues and gripes onto her (only) baby. She didn't have some sort of convenience or a belief in her youth? Then her child should neither! She would also let her protectiveness to get the best out of her and not only control her child's circle of friends, but in the end lead that child to being very socially unadapted. Never seeing their peers, only Adella's adult friends and associates.

Her kid would either be grow up a huge weenie not prepared for real life and real relationships, OR grow 'in secret' from never trusting their mother (maybe even lying) and allowing their friends teach them life instead. This one depends on the child's starting stats personality.

I think a lot of this could be balanced out by a second parent that'd compensate for her quirks and weaknesses, though! Adella's good traits as a parent is protectiveness and being able to offer strong morals and some discipline, it should just be kept in reasonable amount; the second parent, on the contrary, should know how to offer freedom and some fun. Don't be surprised since what I told about a ship before, but I genuinely could see Arianna being a second parent that'd balance Adella well. x)

Thank you for asking!!! *collects the Blood Echoes from the spot where you killed me*

EDIT: I forgot number 1 at first because I am a little dumbass, sorry hfjjkjhh Let me!!!

1. My first impression of them

Well, yes, my first impression WAS the yandere nun antics, heheh. It is just one of those NPCs that give kind of clear vibe, and you just find nuances of it later, upon loredigging.

However, I also used to call her 'just female Alfred' - again, something I had to retract later, as I found more nuances comparing the two.

[gregoftom]

dfhgjd I decided to rewatch the suits pilot after sending that marvey ask and got jumpscared by my girl Karolina!!!! sweetie hiiiii. I think she's only in the pilot but omg I didn't Know it was her. (and lawrence too! but karolina <3)

also I forgot it's actually a really solid pilot?? AND I didn't realise the fucking. harvey being pissy that mike's "playing footsie" with a paralegal and then harvey immediately next scene being like I wasn't gonna let you come to court with me "but then I thought it'd be cruel not to let you witness my greatness" was in the pilot and that's soooo tomgreg 3x7 ken's birthday coded when tom's jealous of greg going after comfrey and then being like "I'm enjoying very much thinking about myself and my own various skills and abilities" like. it's so. 'I'm great look at me and how amazing I am. not her.' (and in that courtroom scene mike has his hand on his mouth just like greg would sdfhhjk)

and also. I swear. harvey's so bi coded. from "if that's too pansy for you" at the beginning; to using two men in an analogy about a sexual relationship and basically being like 'why not? the uniform's a turn on'; to, listen, him and his suit guy have fucked, okay, I'm e x t r a p o l a t i n g, what with the suit guy's reaction and it also being stated harvey's fucked his female PI, too, and is obviously promiscuous and able to "close" anyone. and. like. the double meaning of continuing to flatter his female boss by answering "really hot" to a question he's apparently not listening to but that Question was how his new associate's working out, so like, it's as if he's actually calling mike really hot.

and omg the adoration of his new Play Thing (mike) in this episode ALONE. he finds him so funnnn already (dodging the bullet scene my beloved <3) and he's already fucking possessive of him! and proud! and the fucking. pats. he loves this boyyyyy. (and this boy is playing back!!!)

sorry for coming into your ask box ranting about a ship that's not yours dgfhjs and there's absolutely no pressure to watch at all (I Can shut up) But I just Know you could eat this up so deliciously and tear up any drop of subtext and all the little moments sgfhj from the way you talk about tomgreg

marvey and tomgreg are truly holding hands I think they should double date <3 and maybe hire them

oh my goooood!!! that sounds so good!!! no no don’t shut up please!!! when i watch it i can liveblog it, if you want 🥰 i will absolutely do that i love to analyse stuff like that so much!! YES gawd i agree <3

[panterus-vs-objects]

The Concept of Panterus vs Objects [called PvO]

[+ something about me cuz why not]

a long long time ago, around 2019, i created a character called Cairo Night. It was a cat, because i was into Warriors, inspired by my arrowhead necklace with cairo night stone. But then boom, remote lessons from home. I was very bored, so i discovered BFDI and other Object Shows like Inanimate Insanity, Open Source Objects, i think you got what i mean. It pushed me to develop my art, i have a plenty of fanarts and other stuff (even on my kinda troll twitter account, i mean i didn't delete this account because of one great artist: JamyTheJam. Inspiring person. Also if someone is wondering why i said i am pan, that was some time ago i am bi huhuh lol).

And that's how Nighty, my first real object show oc was born.

[i wanted to include there photo of this "arrowhead" but i can't find it and any photo, bruh momento but don't worry there'll be more later]

so, before i discovered BFDI, i found out Ron Zhang, artist creating funny Windows vs Mac vs other things animations (in PowerPoint! ah yes Qwertyxp2000, those were the days!:). And then another boom, Jacob Kitts! Mac vs PC forever in my heart, still waiting to see what you want to create! if you want, of course. Just know i love your work.

All mentioned artists inspired me to create PvO. It is one of my dreams to create that and not get censored for anything or thrown on yt kid$. But i also want to create what i my creativity would like to surprise me. Ah, it's more the lack of motivation and now the time that has made me do something about it only now... it's better than nothing.

(wait, should i mention there that i love old Terminator? nah, maybe it's too digressive)

Later, when i was in my second year of high school, i discovered Half Life series. Fantastic piece of art. And then... Team Fortress 2. Game that pulled me out of a difficult mental situation by analyzing the plot and other things (it's cool okay, also go check 7th part yoo). In the meantime, i fell in love with SFM, yes this spaghetti code animation program... My another dream is to create my own animation for song Money by Jon & Vangelis. YES INSPIRED BY THAT GREAT EXISTING ANIMATION, BUT I HAVE AN IDEA FROM VIBING TO THIS SONG FOR ANOTHER, MY OWN, AH. And Deus Ex from 2000, retro games enjoyer mode on.

okay, coming back to the topic.

a lot happens in my life. One friend fell in love with me, with other friend i had to end the relationship quite sharply because she was a toxic person, as it turned out after so many years... what a shame. And if it wasn't for my interference, she wouldn't have met and wouldn't have been with her "boyfriend"... i'm worried about him, that something will happen to him by her behavior, but he should be able to handle it. I don't want to explain anything more about this "former, not nice friend", i shattered this gemory, but i can conclude this finished thread with these words:

We determine who we are by what we do.

— Agent 47

But also past shaped me, so i am now a person who extremely doesn't trust others much. That's why i fell in love (again not human lol) with Hitman games series. Agent 47 is my comfort character, no matter how strange it may sound. I know he is a technically improved clone of man made as killing machine, now in WoA is like 60-70years old and is not John Wick. And i must point out, Hitman Blood Money and newest World of Assassination trilogy are definitely my favorite. About Absolution, it's generally a very good game with nice graphics, but this out-of-character 47 ah pain is... bad. It's not a good Hitman series game, but i enjoy playing Absolution and i reccomend, BUT NOT AS THE FIRST HITMAN GAME, NOOO. Try demo of WoA ;D

dang, Agent 47 has an intriguing psychological portrait. It's my knowledge of just official games series, excluding the most of Absolution's plot and of course completely excluding those two movies. Man, did the directors even play BM, old Hitman 2 or other classics that were current at that time? i still dream of making movie from few BM missions (to use Vegas soundtrack by Jesper Kyd ahh i adore this OST)... but maybe i should keep my "Bieszczady/Warszawa mission" heh (maybe i would like to share of my concepts... maybe.)

i bought my deluxe ver of WoA on "weekend sale" on steam, it was worth my around 500PLN and on quick sale it was 200PLN... i have never come back from university so quickly to top up my Steam account in the store. Completely worth it, even i have potato laptop for this game and almost everything on the lowest settings lmao.

and now, after this very shorten and incomplete story of my life from the end of 2019, i decided to go back to my PvO project because of this video.

man, i have even their halloween concepts.

and even "Heavy is dead".

there was also a large A4 notebook with handmade stickers with the characters taking part in PvO, but it was left at home in the basement and i am in the dormitory...

so catch my ideas of host's outfit concepts i created for something else and i will use them in PvO (because why not v2)

oh lol my found my old personifications of windows loool i must remake that i love it and hate my old artstyle from... uh, 2020/21? yeah, there's also Win7 "portrait"

hahaha, crazy old drawing, but not one of the first...

okay, maybe windows later.

these were supposed to be animations in polish lang (with eng subtitles ofc) called "Łindołsy" what is a double plural of windows with completely grotesque changing w to ł, it is read the same as in english like in words "where/what". We will pronounce it "łere/łat", i... okay, series called Panterus The Translator was also my idea to make funny translations and to enlighten that "pies" mean in polish "dog", or "Handschuhe" mean from german literally "shoes for hand", what are gloves of course.

OKAY NOW ABOUT ME

call me Frau Panteruz, Panterus, Panti, Panzerkampfwägen Maus VIII or barcodewoman_47 (last is not used anywhere officially so if someone uses then sorry my knowledge is not augmented).

i am a weirdo from 2005, now studying nursing and dreaming of become surgical nurse. I have some... predispositions. I am not afraid of blood (nah, i even like it- wait what are some people in suits doing in my room? men, calm calm i'm not gonna look into this light! no no i am not cooperating with aliens!!). I have two little monkeys called younger brothers, so i understand something about siblings. I am kinda biochemistry nerd, now into mentioned Hitman series. I have almost always been a tomboy girl, now i see it evolved into this "elegant business woman with shirt and crease trousers and suede oxford shoes ohh and dark waistcoat yess and leather gloves ahhh and dark autumn coat obviously, eventually a nice gray or red tie and for exchange for waistcoat can be black suspenders". My other side, because i have two sides is tactical testicle any turtleneck, good pants with a lot of pockets ready to rolling in the forest, nice natural leather shoes that are both elegant and no mud will ever destroy them, fingerless gloves with knuckle protectors, sum cool sunglasses cover on my prescription glasses, sum knee pads and my airsoft colt m1911 (+ water guns i have, and funny toy guns). Those two sides fight in me with my retro addiction to CRT TVs and making my own weirdcore tv head from eva foam, inspired by RGB from The Property of Hate... (i am trying to help with polish translation of this comic, i invite you there.)

I have a lot to do, as you see. a lot.

WHO'S THIS FURRY ON PICTURES!?

long story even before 2019.

so, in short, i wanted to create a character. I was 8yo, c'mon...

hmm, actually i can draw people but i can't draw their heads well and i like cats so omg im going to make a human-cat!!

- the way i was thinking

I didn't have internet access then either, so i didn't know those creatures exist... well, and that's how it stayed. Improved to tired of life anthro domestic cat that was intended to be a panther. That's how i called her, Panther.

of course it developed and she's now Panterus, or rather Panti, maybe i would do a "human version" of her but... ehh, this is only one furry-looking character i got, not counting her sewn-grandma... i never liked drawing human heads. Same as Egyptians with their gods. Trust me, i am mostly sarcastic but this time i am honest, i am not furry. And i am not saying furries are bad, man, think a bit and i don't throw everyone into one bag that all are bad. Man, if you're thinking like that get out, it's my place for thinking people, wanting to develop intellectually or laugh to relieve stress, idk.

uhh... so that's a bit about me.

oh dear God i found my second object show idea assets remake

called M.B.T.I.

My Becoming The Inheritor

title explains the plot a bit, that they are fighting for certain inheritance... OK OK BUT MAYBE NOT TODAY FRAU PANZERUS it's 5 a.m. and you're not sleeping...

but i have a day off! few days off!

ah fine. okayyo.

so... until next time.

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[silvaurum]

once again wondering if i'm even attracted to men.

in theory i am, i just have a preference for women & nonbinary & androgynous & etc etc not men. issue being. men... are usually straight. and cis. and being cis would be fine if they were a little androgynous about it and not a transphobe or misogynist, just like being a masc trans guy is fine if they're not like... a transphobe or misogynist

and that's where i'm like "is the problem men and masculinity, or is it patriarchy? is this preference like, about the actual presentation, or is it because i see a cis man whos not a little bit campy and i don't trust him to not be a dick"

is it like men's conventional masculinity is just... doesn't do it for me?

dapper gay/bi masculinity? yes, good. artsy androgyny? yes good

thin semi-muscular cis men normies? mmmm... nahhh.

but okay, like... lumberjack masculinity. yeah, that's hot. a butch should do it tho. leather gay. hot. i mean... if he's a little campy about it. and i don't even necessarily mean fem i mean like, playing it up, being playful. being self-aware of the performance of cisgender perisex masculinity or. even nonbinary trans intersex masculinity in the context of patriarchy. right?

maybe i just need to know a man's a feminist??? before i sexualize him??? i mean he's not even attractive unless...

you know how often i hit my blorbos with the transgenderization ray. the ones i'm really attracted to get hit with the transfem beam and not the transmasc beam, it feels like. not that i don't...

man. see?? i don't know if this is actually a 'my attraction to men' issue or if it's a 'the patriarchy sucks' issue.

...see but i think about celebrity crushes or whatever and i'm like 'ok but they'd be hotter as a girl'. show me that linebacker in a suit with his gap tooth smile and he's gorgeous. also if he was a butch woman that would be even better.

this has been a persistent thought since i was a 'cis girl'. i picked boys to have crushes on as a kid. i wanted to kiss my girl friend and thought 'wow i must... like her like family'. i tolerate dating boys in high school... sometimes enjoyed the times it pissed my mother off. i've liked dating nonbinary people, transfem and transmasc. but...

ugh this is such an easy problem to solve but.

ok i asked myself, as an exercise, when i was exploring my gender-- i dont remember where i read this but it was a huge help and turning point-- how would i feel if god / an angel / the divine came down right now and told me i had permission to be trans? what if god opened up the heavens and trumpets played and i was given divine approval to go be trans and transition?

the answer was that i would do it in a heartbeat and it made me cry to think about because i wanted it so badly. and i knew that i couldn't imagine god telling me to be miserable for no reason after that and truly believe it.

i also asked myself how i would feel if god came down, opened the heavens, and told me it was okay to be a lesbian. and what i felt then was fear. i still feel fear. at the time, and this was 10 years ago now at least, it felt like.... i felt afraid and wrong thinking that, because i felt, if i was a lesbian then i'm just a girl and i can't be trans. i can't be trans and a woman and a lesbian, because if i'm a lesbian i don't get to transition and be myself. that would be bad, that would feel awful. thank you but no thank you, please.

...so now i've transitioned and its been wonderful and i love being me. but. i was obviously wrong about not being able to be trans or have body autonomy or change my physical self, and also be a lesbian, and not be, strictly, a cis woman. i don't... like i think i am multi-gender or fluid or what-the-fuck ever. but i'm not a woman in a cis way. christ.

so. i mean, "what if i never had to date men again" would be really really nice. there's just this one problem, which is my current situationship... who... doesn't want to admit to being anything other than a cis man even though she... loves 'femboys' and wants fat tits and a pussy and loves when i call her clit a clit and call her a good girl.

and like. i mean. how do i. i'm making all the forcefem 'jokes' i can and if she could she'd be taking some of my e cream right now this minute.

so. if i admit that i might be a lesbian.

ugh.

she doesn't have to know. we're not even dating.

it just gonna feel weird to like. but see there are some trans guys that i do fuck around with. and i think some of them are exclusively men. maybe? i... hm.

i mean 'lesbian' doesn't... feel perfectly right but also. it doesn't feel totally wrong. hm.

sapphic? hm.

mm.

[idksheepthoughts]

Conversation I don’t understand

Starting off Context. We are discussing Hardcore World of Warcraft ruleset. There is a rule set built by the community that you have to follow to play the game mode and get a “validated” level 60 run. There is no Blizzard official servers as of yet. 

Ok so the acquaintance 

(A) starts off with asking me if I wanted to duo. "or full party?" 

 Me: mention only duo/trios are allowed. 

A: Well then by full I mean 3 

Me: Official servers I doubt will have grouping restrictions 

A: Although thats fucking stupid. Yeah official wont restrict it, coz its fucking dumb. 

Me: but under current rules you can't group unless you enter in a name for duo/trio at level 1 

A: Also yes I saw the rules 

Me:  i mean a full HC party would be able to just blast everything no challenge 

A:  the game is literally made with the idea around a full party playing the whole game. that was like the whole concept of mmos at the time. 

Me:  ehhh only for group content like elite quest and dungeons. I enjoy my solo gameplay while leveling tbh. the one thing i hate about the non grouping thing is for named mob tags 

A:  it was after that they were like oh this kinda sucks ass for solo players and slowly rebuilt the game around it.  it was made that way coz they thought people would be running in packs of 4-5 

Me: i mean they changed it later to just allow anyone who damages a mob gets credit. implementing that in HC official wouldn't be a terrible change. 

A: all im saying is that being like "full group too ez" is dumb. but so is banning bubble hearthing 

Me: but leave group petriflask ghetto hearth allowed 

 A:  liek yes its stupidly broken but its a mechanic of the game just grow up and dont play pally if u dont like it right 

Me: there is some rules that i find stupid as hell 

A: literally all of them are dumb as hell to me.  only one dungeon run allowed? (Spams ?????) 

 Me:  it makes it so you can't overgear shit 

A: overgear? 

 Me: you farm bis every level from every dungeon you overgear any other content 

A: yeah like the way the game was literally designed to be played lmao 

Me: then don't play hardcore Lmao 

A: its so dumb to be like no that makes it to easy. you still have to do the dungeon 

Me: you don't have to do any dungeons 

A: dungeons being the most dangerous places int eh game outside raids 

Me: i've seen people level entirely from quest and grinding.I personally just hate spamming the same dungeons over and over though. i'd rather quest.i did that on classic release with friends cause it was "meta" (dungeon spam).spamming dungeons makes me wanna drink, I hate it so much. 

 A: wot im saying is that it was an option that was put in from the start as a mechnic of the game and it makes no sense to ban or restrict its use. like you can still level to max as a mage in 4 days hardcore none of these rules stop that? (spams ???).  but dungeons make the content to easy? 

Me: man idk the fucking thought process behind everything 

A: this is why i am confused lol its just dumb and arbitrary and i want a full set for mydruid 

Me:  but if you dont' give a fuck about valid run do whatever you want. But people will stop grouping with you if you dont' follow the current rule set ya know. also at 60 you can run dungeons as many times as you want its only 1 dungeon while leveling.i personally don't find 1 dungeon while leveling that restrictive. 

A: then why are you saying they should add pvp at 60. by that logic you should just suck it up. 

Me:  because i think it would be fun? 

A: Like im just asking why its weird i didn't say anything about not playing? 

Me: official servers aren't gonna be able to enforce half the ruleset that is currently set in place. 

A: im not talking about not existant offical rules tho 

Me:  I mean if you want to spam dungeons. Thats fine. I don't personally care what people do. But under the current addon. It invalidates other people's runs. A: lmao i didn't say that 

Me: then what are you saying cause clearly im not following you 

A: i said the rules are weird and arbitrary but since you can't like read what im saying and you're getting super defensive forget the group. i dont care that its weird and arbitrary i just said it is weird and arbitrary. liek thats all i said. 

Me: the rules are weird and arbirtary agreed. some i don't agree with but thems the breaks -shrug- 

A:-eyerolls- 

 Me:  like they tweaked the rules after people that are like mods in the community already did it. Like getting the AV quest weapon and then after He did that he banned other people doing it. 

 I assume he left my stream after the eyeroll emoji...

[writingwithcolor]

What Does Our "Motivations” PSA Mean?

@luminalalumini said:

I've been on your blog a lot and it has a lot of really insightful information, but I notice a theme with some of your answers where you ask the writer reaching out what their 'motivation for making a character a certain [race/religion/ethnicity/nationality] is' and it's discouraging to see, because it seems like you're automatically assigning the writer some sort of ulterior motive that must be sniffed out and identified before the writer can get any tips or guidance for their question. Can't the 'motive' simply be having/wanting to have diversity in one's work? Must there be an 'ulterior motive'? I can understand that there's a lot of stigma and stereotypes and bad influence that might lead to someone trynna add marginalized groups into their stories for wrong reasons, but people that have those bad intentions certainly won't be asking for advice on how to write good representation in the first place. Idk its just been something that seemed really discouraging to me to reach out myself, knowing i'll automatically be assigned ulterior motives that i don't have and will probably have to justify why i want to add diversity to my story as if i'm comitting some sort of crime. I don't expect you guys to change your blog or respond to this or even care all that much, I'm probably just ranting into a void. I'm just curious if theres any reason to this that I haven't realized exists I suppose. I don't want y'all to take this the wrong way because I do actually love and enjoy your blog's advice in spite of my dumb griping. Cheers :))

We assume this is in reference to the following PSA:

PSA to all of our users - Motivation Matters: This lack of clarity w/r to intent has been a general issue with many recent questions. Please remember that if you don’t explain your motivations and what you intend to communicate to your audience with your plot choices, character attributes, world-building etc., we cannot effectively advise you beyond the information you provide. We Are Not Mind Readers. If, when drafting these questions, you realize you can’t explain your motivations, that is likely a hint that you need to think more on the rationales for your narrative decisions. My recommendation is to read our archives and articles on similar topics for inspiration while you think. I will be attaching this PSA to all asks with similar issues until the volume of such questions declines. 

We have answered this in three parts.

1. Of Paved Roads and Good Intentions

Allow me to give you a personal story, in solidarity towards your feelings:

When I began writing in South Asia as an outsider, specifically in the Kashmir and Lahore areas, I was doing it out of respect for the cultures I had grown up around. I did kathak dance, I grew up on immigrant-cooked North Indian food, my babysitters were Indian. I loved Mughal society, and every detail of learning about it just made me want more. The minute you told me fantasy could be outside of Europe, I hopped into the Mughal world with two feet. I was 13. I am now 28.

And had you asked me, as a teenager, what my motives were in giving my characters’ love interests blue or green eyes, one of them blond hair, my MC having red-tinted brown hair that was very emphasized, and a whole bunch of paler skinned people, I would have told you my motives were “to represent the diversity of the region.” 

I’m sure readers of the blog will spot the really, really toxic and colourist tropes present in my choices. If you’re new here, then the summary is: giving brown people “unique” coloured eyes and hair that lines up with Eurocentric beauty standards is an orientalist trope that needs to be interrogated in your writing. And favouring pale skinned people is colourist, full stop.

Did that make me a bad person with super sneaky ulterior motives who wanted to write bad representation? No.

It made me an ignorant kid from the mostly-white suburbs who grew up with media that said brown people had to “look unique” (read: look as European as possible) to be considered valuable.

And this is where it is important to remember that motives can be pure as you want, but you were still taught all of the terrible stuff that is present in society. Which means you’re going to perpetuate it unless you stop and actually question what is under your conscious motive, and work to unlearn it. Work that will never be complete.

I know it sounds scary and judgemental (and it’s one of the reasons we allow people to ask to be anonymous, for people who are afraid). Honestly, I would’ve reacted much the same as a younger writer, had you told me I was perpetuating bad things. I was trying to do good and my motives were pure, after all! But after a few years, I realized that I had fallen short, and I had a lot more to learn in order for my motives to match my impact. Part of our job at WWC is to attempt to close that gap.

We aren’t giving judgement, when we ask questions about why you want to do certain things. We are asking you to look at the structural underpinnings of your mind and question why those traits felt natural together, and, more specifically, why those traits felt natural to give to a protagonist or other major character.

I still have blond, blue-eyed characters with sandy coloured skin. I still have green-eyed characters. Because teenage me was right, that is part of the region. But by interrogating my motive, I was able to devalue those traits within the narrative, and I stopped making those traits shorthand for “this is the person you should root for.” 

It opened up room for me to be messier with my characters of colour, even the ones who my teenage self would have deemed “extra special.” Because the European-associated traits (pale hair, not-brown-eyes) stopped being special. After years of questioning, they started lining up with my motive of just being part of the diversity of the region.

Motive is important, both in the conscious and the subconscious. It’s not a judgement and it’s not assumed to be evil. It’s simply assumed to be unquestioned, so we ask that you question it and really examine your own biases.

~Mod Lesya

2. Motivations Aren't Always "Ulterior"

You can have a positive motivation or a neutral one or a negative one. Just wanting to have diversity only means your characters aren't all white and straight and cis and able-bodied -- it doesn't explain why you decided to make this specific character specifically bi and specifically Jewish (it me). Yes, sometimes it might be completely random! But it also might be "well, my crush is Costa Rican, so I gave the love interest the same background", or "I set it in X City where the predominant marginalized ethnicity is Y, so they are Y". Neither of these count as ulterior motives. But let's say for a second that you did accidentally catch yourself doing an "ulterior." Isn't that the point of the blog, to help you find those spots and clean them up?

Try thinking of it as “finding things that need adjusting” rather than “things that are bad” and it might get less scary to realize that we all do them, subconsciously. Representation that could use some work is often the product of subconscious bias, not deliberate misrepresentation, so there's every possibility that someone who wants to improve and do better didn't do it perfectly the first time. 

--Shira

3. Dress-Making as a Metaphor

I want to echo Lesya’s sentiments here but also provide a more logistical perspective. If you check the rubber stamp guide here and the “Motivation matters” PSA above, you’ll notice that concerns with respect to asker motivation are for the purposes of providing the most relevant answer possible.

It is a lot like if someone walks into a dressmaker’s shop and asks for a blue dress/ suit (Back when getting custom-made clothes was more of a thing) . The seamstress/ tailor is likely to ask a wide variety of questions:

What material do you want the outfit to be made of?

Where do you plan to wear it?

What do you want to highlight?

How do you want to feel when you wear it?

Let’s say our theoretical customer is in England during the 1920s. A tartan walking dress/ flannel suit for the winter is not the same as a periwinkle, beaded, organza ensemble/ navy pinstripe for formal dress in the summer. When we ask for motivations, we are often asking for exactly that: the specific reasons for your inquiry so we may pinpoint the most pertinent information.

The consistent problem for many of the askers who receive the PSA is they haven’t even done the level of research necessary to know what they want to ask of us. It would be like if our English customer in the 1920s responded, “IDK, some kind of blue thing.” Even worse,  WWC doesn’t have the luxury of the back-and-forth between a dressmaker and their clientele. If our asker doesn’t communicate all the information they need in mind at the time of submission, we can only say, “Well, I’m not sure if this is right, but here’s something. I hope it works, but if you had told us more, we could have done a more thorough job.”

Answering questions without context is hard, and asking for motivations, by which I mean the narratives, themes, character arcs and other literary devices that you are looking to incorporate, is the best way for us to help you, while also helping you to determine if your understanding of the problem will benefit from outside input. Because these asks are published with the goal of helping individuals with similar questions, the PSA also serves to prompt other users.

I note that asking questions is a skill, and we all start by asking the most basic questions (Not stupid questions, because to quote a dear professor, “There are no stupid questions.”). Unfortunately, WWC is not suited for the most basic questions. To this effect, we have a very helpful FAQ and archive as a starting point. Once you have used our website to answer the more basic questions, you are more ready to approach writing with diversity and decide when we can actually be of service. This is why we are so adamant that people read the FAQ. Yes, it helps us, but it also is there to save you time and spare you the ambiguity of not even knowing where to start.

The anxiety in your ask conveys to me a fear of being judged for asking questions. That fear is not something we can help you with, other than to wholeheartedly reassure you that we do not spend our unpaid, free time answering these questions in order to assume motives we can’t confirm or sit in judgment of our users who, as you say, are just trying to do better.

Yes, I am often frustrated when an asker’s question makes it clear they haven’t read the FAQ or archives. I’ve also been upset when uncivil commenters have indicated that my efforts and contributions are not worth their consideration. However, even the most tactless question has never made me think, “Ooh this person is such a naughty racist. Let me laugh at them for being a naughty racist. Let me shame them for being a naughty racist. Mwahaha.”

What kind of sad person has time for that?*

Racism is structural. It takes time to unlearn, especially if you’re in an environment that doesn’t facilitate that process to begin with. Our first priority is to help while also preserving our own boundaries and well-being. Though I am well aware of the levels of toxic gas-lighting and virtue signaling that can be found in various corners of online writing communities in the name of “progressivism*”, WWC is not that kind of space. This space is for discussions held in good faith: for us to understand each other better, rather than for one of us to “win” and another to “lose.”

Just as we have good faith that you are doing your best, we ask that you have faith that we are trying to do our best by you and the BIPOC communities we represent.

- Marika.

*If you are in any writing or social media circles that feed these anxieties or demonstrate these behaviors, I advise you to curtail your time with them and focus on your own growth. You will find, over time, that it is easier to think clearly when you are worrying less about trying to appease people who set the bar of approval so high just for the enjoyment of watching you jump. “Internet hygiene”, as I like to call it, begins with you and the boundaries you set with those you interact with online.

[damonjuicyscock]

Lausanne- 00's Damon Albarn X Reader

Pairing: 2003 Damon Albarn X Reader

Warnings: Language, fluff, smuttyyyyy (P in V sex, unprotected sex), maybe a few spelling mistakes.

Words: 2518

Summary: This smut was requested by my dear anon, here is the plot:

“sooo my request is for 2003 damon.. there is just something about this era😩😩😩

fem reader meets damon at a hotel bar they really get well with each other and start’s to talk for hoursss and hours and they are so sweet to each other and get a little flirty.. when they go to each other’s room they realize that there rooms are next to each other.. And she was about to sleep until she hears him moaning and touching himself at the next room.. she wouldn’t do anything but the next day she meet him in the hotel buffet and they will eat breakfast with other and talk and spend the rest of the day with each other until midnight and they will be a little drunk and damon will start asking her really personal questions and then she will tell him about what she heard last night and .. you can use your imagination for the rest lol

.. sorry for my terrible English btw

I hope you like my idea x”

A/N: Hello everyone, here I am with another smut! To my other anons, I started working on your requests, they will come soon, but first another requested smut will be published and one of mines. As always, the next chapter of the New Singer will be out on Saturday, the epilogue will be published on next Wednesday with the requested smut. Then next Friday, the fanfic with 90’s Liam will start! But don’t worry, Damon won’t be far 😉

Anyway, enjoy!

November 2003, you were a 21 year old young apprentice, coming with the company you were working for, for a conference. The following days would be used to visit the area. Moreover, one of your favorite bands was in the same city as you were at the exact same moment: Blur. But sadly, you wouldn’t be able to see them live.

What you didn’t know yet was that you were staying at the same hotel as them.

At about midnight, after a boring business dinner, you ended up in the hotel’s bar. You sat and asked for a mojito. About less than two minutes after, a man arrived next to you, asking for whiskey. You didn’t notice him at first, but you kinda knew who he was.

Is this mojito good?

Not the best I drank but yeah. You answered, sipping your drink without looking at him

Where was the one you think is the best?

In a pub in London.

Well I live there, which pub is it?

You also lived in London, and it intrigued you. You faced him and you were absolutely not waiting for this. You should have recognized his voice when you heard him talk, but the topic of the dinner still was running in your head.

Holy…

Yeah?

You…You are Damon Albarn!

Yeah?

Sorry, I’m just a great fan. My name is Y/N.

Nice to meet you Y/N.

And to answer you as I also live in London, this pub is in Soho, right next to Carnaby Street.

I think I might see which one.

It’s a real pleasure to meet you. I didn’t know you were staying in this hotel. I’m a big Blur fan, I knew you were coming in town but couldn’t assist to your gig.

Oh I’m sorry for you, why couldn’t you?

Business dinner. It was so boring.

What are you working on?

I’m not really working for them. Well technically yeah because I’m their apprentice and they pay me but, this isn’t my type of thing, it’s only a traineeship to find what I really want to do with my life.

Did you find what?

No, nothing seems to fit me.

Well… maybe you’re in the wrong path? Have you any hobbies?

Oh yes, I am an actress in my spare time in a small theatre company.

Well maybe that’s what you should do?

I don’t know, I don’t think I’m good enough to become one.

Don’t say that, I’m sure you’re really talented.

Well thank you a lot! I say it again but that’s really surprising to see you there!

Damon smiled at you.

You kept talking for what seemed an hour to hour but in truth, you talked until the closing of the bar at 2 in the morning. Damon was charming. You could have waited for him to be superficial just like a big bunch of celebrities, but he wasn’t. He complimented the outfit you were wearing, trying to get flirty. Damn, he really was charming.

Can I accompany you to your room’s door?

Well I’m not risking anything but yes why not? We have to finish this topic!

You were talking about acting, Damon telling you about his acting years in school and his acting career he thought wasn’t convincing. But you saw the movies he played in and reassured him, telling he actually was a good actor and that you saw worse in your company.

You got in the elevator, still talking. And got to your floor.

Here we are��� you said

You’ve gotta be kidding me! He said, bursting out laughing

His laugh was infectious, you started laughing as well

What? Why are laughing?

I’m next door!

No way!

Yeah.

Well… it’s time for me to go to sleep.

Good night then, he said kissing your hand like a gentleman

You kissed him on the cheek and entered your room.

Good night Damon!

*

After taking a nice hot shower, you went to bed. When you were just about to fall asleep, you heard male moans next door. You thought maybe you were dreaming, or that Damon was dreaming. Until you heard him moan again, hearing some wet noises with it. You put your hear against the wall. Damon was jacking off, and his moans were beyond sexy. They went straight to your core, arousing you. But this night, you did nothing more than listening and dreaming about Damon making all kind of things to you. So many things that you woke up all sweaty on the next morning.

*

After preparing yourself, you went downstairs in the hotel’s restaurant to eat your breakfast. When you arrived in front of the reception, the receptionist stopped you:

Miss Y/L/N?

Huh, yes?

Your co-workers gave me this note for you. She said, handing me the piece of paper

Thank you.

You read it. They left to visit the city without you, because you were sleeping when they did. You sighed and went towards the restaurant as you planned to do.

You chose some food to eat and when you were about to go and sit down you bumped against someone.

Watch it! You said making a face

Oh Y/N! Good morning!

Damon, hey!

Do you come here to have breakfast?

What else?

Well let’s have it together!

You smiled and nodded.

You sat together and ate breakfast, talking about your plans of the day.

My co-workers left to visit Lausanne without me, so I thought that maybe we could visit it together? You asked

Gladly! When do you want us to go?

Right after our breakfast.

Okay, I’ll just go back to my room to pick my jacket.

And me my bag.

After eating, you did what you said, and left to visit Lausanne.

Happily, you were talking a bit of French and Italian thanks to your traineeship. It would help you.

You walked on the banks of the Lake Geneva which were called the Ouchy port. You visited the medieval town, stopping once to have a drink, Visited the Notre Dame Cathedral, which had 105 stained glass windows, and most of which are original, that is: 13th century. It was built by Viollet-le-Duc, who also built Paris’s one. We went to the Place de La Palud, with its fountain which was the oldest of the city, with a statue which represents justice. Then, we spent the afternoon in the Lavaux, lying in the grass with a view of the Lake Geneva and the Alps in the background. It was a sunny day and not too cold.

I have never seen such a clear sky! You said

In Africa, I have. He answered

How is it? I’ve never been to Africa yet.

It’s beautiful, meeting tribes, people, artists, their culture, their traditions… I like it a lot. Do you like to travel?

A lot! I love discovering new cultures and traditions. I’ve already been to a lot of countries. Well a lot… I didn’t visit the whole world yet.

Where have you been to?

France, Italy, Sweden, Norway, Russia, India, Indonesia, The U.S, Canada, Mexico, huh… Mongolia…

Mongolia?

Yes. It's very fun and very rewarding. On a human level, you can't ask for more. The people are unimaginably kind and wise.

I don’t doubt it. I hope I could go there one day.

A silence took place, as you closed your eyes. Damon was looking at you, a question burning in his mind.

Would you… let me buy you dinner tonight?

Suddenly you opened your eyes, a big smile invading your lips.

Damon, I would love to!

*

It was past midnight when you got back to the hotel. You both were a little drunk, struggling to walk straight. You and Damon were holding hands to support each other so you wouldn't fall. When you arrived at your floor, you were a little sad that it was already the end of this wonderful day. But you got an idea.

Would you like to drink a little something in my room? You asked him

With pleasure. He answered smiling at you

You blushed and opened your bedroom’s door. You entered and closed the door when he entered as well.

You opened the mini bar in search of a drink that would suit you both.

There are two mini bottles of champagne, should we open these?

Let’s do it. He answered

Damon sat on the bed.

You only had normal glasses. You filled them with the sparkly liquid and you and Damon toasted to your meeting.

You had so much in common, it’s like you knew your favorite artist for at least 20 years.

You got drunker, and the atmosphere changed into something else when questions started to be asked.

And so, you didn’t tell me, do you have a boyfriend? Damon asked

Nope. But you didn’t ask me so you couldn’t know.

Indeed. Is it a choice or…?

Well… I don’t really know. I just think I don’t really attract men. I'm a bit too intellectual, maybe a bit too bossy... I don't know. I'm an independent person who likes to run her life as she likes, is interested in a lot of different subjects... you know, a lot of men prefer girls who are not very bright or who don't think too much. Not headstrong women like me.

This isn’t my case. Women like you are totally my type.

Damon Albarn, are you flirting with me? You asked, under his spell

Maybe, maybe not. Try to guess. He said winking at you

I was raised by my mom. She was a single mom, so she taught me everything.

And she was right. We need more women like you in this world.

Thank you for the compliment. We also need more men like you. You said, blushing

An awkward silence settled in. Your eyes were fixing your glass. You were too shy to look at him in the eye. You knew he would kiss you if you did.

You were less shy yesterday.

I know. It’s just… I know what you’re about to do if I look at you.

Would it bother you?

Not at all.

Then why don’t you look at me?

You only smiled. He was the one raising your head with the help of his fingers. He looked at you deeply in the eye before putting his lips on yours, in a tender kiss.

You never had been kissed like this before. It wasn’t sexual. It really was tenderness.

The kiss was slow, passionate.

Soon, his tongue asked for entrance, and you let him.

Your tongues melted together, and you laid down on your bed, Damon on top, caressing your face.

Soon your lips separated, both of you needing to catch your breath.

Damon…

What? He answered

I have something to tell you.

I’m all ears.

You know… last night… I heard you.

Oh yeah?

Yeah. It was an interesting show to ear. It was so sexy.

Did you touch yourself listening to me?

No. I wanted you to do it for me. I’m interested in hearing some more. You said kinkily

He kissed you again, the kiss becoming heated this time.

Damon started opening your blouse at the same time, curious to see some more as well.

You know… I was thinking about you when doing it. You don’t know what you did to me Y/N, you’re so damn beautiful.

You also started to take his clothes off. Soon you were both naked. Damon was huge, you didn’t know how you would take him.

His hand slipped to your womanhood, collecting your arousal, and rubbing your clit, making you whimper at the feeling.

Is it what you hoped for? He asked

No… It’s better.

He kissed you again, long and hard, before sliding two fingers inside you. He pumped them in and out, slowly at first, then faster, touching your G-spot in the process.

Goooooood Damooooon, it feels so good…

I know baby, I know. Do you want me to make you cum?

Yes… P-Please…

He kept doing what he was doing, until you felt a heat invade your stomach, indicating you were close. Damon felt it by the way your walls were clenching around his fingers and kept speeding up until it became unbearable for you.

D-D-Damon, I’m going to…

Come on sweetheart, come for me.

You felt the knot in your belly tighten and suddenly release, making you almost scream.

Damon helped you ride your high, until you were only shivers and you finally stopped it.

T-T-Too much…

He let you catch your breath for a few minutes, his hand sliding up and down his shaft, spreading the preccum on his member, preparing himself. Once you were ready again, you nodded.

He found his place on top of you again, aligning his manhood with your entrance and slowly sliding inside you, making both of you moan in unison.

He let you get adjusted to his size, and he started rolling his hips against yours, adapting a passionate pace.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, making you go deeper inside you. He started hitting your G-spot, and your nails dig in his back, making him groan.

You both wouldn’t last long. You both could feel it. You, by the way your insides were spasming around his member, and him by the way his movements were getting sloppier with each thrust.

I’m gonna cum baby… are you with me? He asked

You nodded quickly, your eyes shutting in the process

Huh huh, I want to hear you. He grunted

Yes Damon! I’m with you!

The familiar heat you previously felt when he was fingering you came back in your stomach and finally invaded your whole body.

You were clenching so hard around Damon he didn’t have the time to warn you when he came in ropes of white cum, painting your insides and groaning loudly.

You both trembled against each other, Damon hips finally coming to a stop.

He collapsed on top of you, both being out of breath.

I definitely have to give you my address so we can see each other again. You said

And I think it’s a good idea, because I really want to see you again.

If someone told me I would meet Damon Albarn in Lausanne and bond with him, I would have thought it only was a dream.

And if it was one?

Then I don’t want to wake up ever again.

[iwadori]

Atsumu dating Kita's younger sister (their manager). That's it. That's the request. Hope you like this prompt 🤞😅

Dating your brothers teammate (Atsumu)

Part One Part Two Part Three

Word count: 1.6K

Genre: angst, fluff

ATSUMU

You and Atsumu started dating a month after Kita introduced you in your first year

You’re now in your second year and still going strong

However, no ones knows about your relationship since Atsumu said you being the manager and him being the setter it will affect the team dynamic?

You start the day off, seeing a message from your boyfriend,

‘Tsumu: Mornning babe, can’t wait to see you today!

You don’t respond, you are Atsumu have been at odds for the past few weeks as you feel like you guys should make your relationship public. Not even public per se, but you definitely feel it shouldn’t be hidden away especially with it being nearly two years of you being together.

Of course, Atsumu disagreed. He felt like at this moment you and him revealing your relationship to the team will just mess up the ‘dynamics’ or whatever that’s supposed to mean.

You get ready for school eating the breakfast your grandma made you and conversing with her and Kita before you both headed off to school together meeting Aran on the way.

You had an early morning practice and you didn’t mind it. To be honest, you love being around the team you were all a little family, you having a good relationship with all the guys.

This morning, the guys were all practicing different sorts of skills Kita was helping some of the gives with dives and receives and the rest doing other things. You were helping Osamu, Suna and Atsumu with there serves. 

Regardless of your public or private relationship status with Atsumu, you the twins and Suna were all good friends. You did have a slight inclination that Osamu and Suna knew of the relationship with you and Suna but just didn’t bring it up.

At the end of practice, the usual fan club was there waiting for the twins and the other guys to flirt and talk with them. As you are their manager, you did get some slight hate and jealousy from the other girls in your year but you didn’t pay no mind to it. 

When leaving practice, Atsumu (who usually walks with you to your class) gets stopped by a girl who seems to have something important to say so you politely step to the side (still in ear shot though.) 

“Miya-san” she said a bit nervous as her finger were shaking “I have this letter I would like for you to read.” 

He took the letter and said “Thank you, and you can just call me Atsumu” he smile at her.

“Thank you Atsumu, I hope to hear a response to you soon” she says about to walk away “Also, just to clarify you are single right?”

“Yes yes of course” he assures quickly making you annoyed “Why did you ask?”

“I assumed you were dating your manager, you seem pretty close”

“Oh her” he laughs and you already start to walk to your lesson leaving him behind “we’re just friends”

This makes the girl smile as she leaves, Atsumu turns to where you were standing shocked that you were completely vanished. He did think back to the conversation you had a week ago about your relationship status which did make him kind of sad for you since he did understand your reasoning he just wanted to you atleast wait it out till nationals is done.

He finds you at lunch, and to him it seems you don’t have a problem with him at all as you were being your usual smiley self interacting with him and all of your friends. So he assumed everything was fine (which it wasn’t of course.)

The next day at practice, when it ended the same girl came back again this time with friends and instead of approaching Atsumu they decided to approach you.

“Hi you’re the manager right?” one of them asks.

“Yup I have been for the past couple years.” you say 

“Oh and you’re definitely not dating any of the guys on the team right?”

“I don’t see why it’s any of your business, but no i’m not.” it pained you to say this but you did agree with Atsumu to say you weren’t dating to people and as much as it pained you to say this you couldn’t break your ‘agreement.’

Once the girls leave, you start to softly cry because you don’t want to have to hide your relationship anymore. Atsumu enters the corridor and sees you upset and rushes towards you, “Hey babe what’s wrong with you?” he asks 

“Nothing ‘tsumu just go back to practice” you murmur 

“No i’m not going until you tell me whats wrong?”

“it’s just that girl that confessed to you yesterday and her friends approached me about if I was dating anyone and i-”

“what did you say, he told them no right?” he interrupts

“Is that all you care about? Wether I keep our relationship secret or not ..” you say slightly raising your voice 

“Well I would appreciate if you don’t go round telling the world that you’re dating me gosh Y/N” he shouts a bit 

“I’m not even fucking doing that, I havent told a soul and that’s all because of YOU” 

You’re screaming match has alerted the team (who you didn’t notice) and they all stood around you watching before Kita steps in “Y/N are you okay??”

“yeah i’m fine bro” you say preparing to leave with tears still in your eyes “I just got into an argument with a friend” 

Before you leave the corridor you look back at Atsumu and catch all the guys attention when you say “Also Atsumu, happy anniversay ‘babe’”

“I KNEW IT!” shouts Osamu but Suna nudges him telling him to ‘read the room.’ Kita slowly approaches Atsumu and punches him in the face “I don’t care what you did but you made my sister cry so you better go fix it you dick”

Atsumu nodded and clutched his face, “Also I think it was pretty evident that you guys were dating.”

“Wait they were dating?” said Aran

You were in your room, scrolling through old pictures of you and Atsumu and looking at the presents he was going to give him for your anniversary still crying. You hear a knock on your door “Granny, I’m not hungry right now” you shout. But the door opens anyways “Granny I said I wasn-” you pause when you see a bruised Atsumu ‘Kita’ you think making yourself smile at the thought of your brother coming to your defence.

“Y/N, i’m sorry baby for trying to hide our relationship and not seeing how wrong it was until it was knocked into me... literally” he says cautiously sitting on your bed “ I’ve always wanted to be able to show off to the world but I just couldn’t cause I thought Kita would be mad and I genuinely thought it would mess up the team dynamic, however I’d rather have Kita be mad at me and the team loosing nationals if it meant getting to date you”

His words make you swoon and to add on to your fawning he whips out a wrapped up box giving it to you. When you open it, you see it’s a necklace with both your initials on it “ Happy anniversay babe, this has been one of the best years of my life.”

You silently hand him your presents, murmuring a quiet “Happy anniversary.” After seeing your presents, he gives you a big deep hug whispering mutiple thank yous and compliments into your neck making you smile.

“So does this mean we’re in a public relationship? right?” you ask making sure you were on the same page.

“Of course!” he exclaims “Also check your phone”

You look down at your phone seeing a bunch of notifications all tagging you in one post that was from Atsumu on instagram. It was 8 pictures of him and you and a caption that read *insert long romantic sappy paragraph that I’m too lazy too write since its 3 am :3* 

Your heart was overwhelmed with love for Atsumu, you spent the rest of your night cuddling and watching movies and before you went to sleep you told him you loved him.

Waking up the next morning, you thought it was all a dream to be honest. Because there was no way that Atsumu did all that right? You go downstairs and are shocked at the sight you see, Atsumu and Kita both sitting down eating breakfast together “What are you doing with my boyfr-” you stop yourself from finishing that sentence,

“Its okay Y/N you can say boyfriend, I have given your boyfriend the talk I just had to make sure that he knows that if he was ever to lay a finger on you that he would definitely get a bi-”

“Ughh nii-chan you’re being so embarrasing” you say pulling Atsumu back upstairs hearing Kita’s laughter in the backround.

You and Atsumu, stay together and it wasn’t much of a suprise when your relationship was public to the rest of the school and that girl that wanted Atsumu she ended up with Osamu anyways (it does makes sense since they do have the same face afterall.) Kita enjoys his days embarassing the both of you whenever you’re at your house. But you don’t care since you can finally show off to the world how great your boyfriend is.

Authors Notes: I don’t know if you wanted it to have angst in it but I hope you enjoy? Might make this a series so if you want anymore characters Request them and I’ll write for them too 

[justholdingstill]

buckle in babes (gn), I have some things to say to the SPN fan community about NJCon, Misha Collins, and how we have to do better by each other FIRST.

So. I was recovering from a medical procedure over the weekend, and thus on Twitter a lot more than I normally ever am, and as such I had a front row seat to not only a lot of lovely New Jersey Con highlights, but also the various dramas: up to and including a bunch of folks coming out of a private meet & greet with Misha only to start dropping vague posts outright telling their fellow fans that they’re disgusting and horrible and deserving of shame for taking Misha’s earlier words at face value (”introvert, extrovert, bisexual...I’m all three” and YES this is a paraphrase for convenience, and yes I have the receipts of people being vague and awful) and being excited about them on social media. Essentially throwing fellow members of their community, many of whom are also queer, under the bus for celebrating someone we believed to be one of our own because the media happened to pick up the story & run it without fact-checking first--all of this without a shred of details or context, because of confidentiality that was paid for. 

I’mma say it right now with my whole chest: it is absolutely not the responsibility of fans, individually or as a whole, that what Misha said in a public setting made it to media outlets with poor journalistic standards, and people who want to keep insisting it is can take several seats. 

I saw people accusing each other of “speculation” re: Misha’s words despite the fact that it is healthy and normal etiquette in the queer community to believe someone when they openly trust you with information about their gender or sexuality, however jokey or casual they might be when they deliver it. I saw a lot of casual and not-so-casual biphobia in a sickly spectrum of forms, including from the mouths of fellow queer and bi people, and a lot of gatekeeping re: the concept of what “coming out” can and “should” look like. 

I saw a lot of people hand-wringing over Misha’s mental well-being adjacent to the situation because the story blew up in a way that he likely hadn’t anticipated, and I get it. I’m a huge fan of the guy too! I follow his work closely, and I think he’s done a lot of good not only in the fandom but in the world! I think he’s a good person who made a pretty dumb misstep that he genuinely regrets, and I’m glad he’s holding himself accountable, because he did inadvertently hurt a lot of people with some careless words. 

I was also extremely troubled by how many fans went out of their way to try and parasocially protect a wealthy white actor who has years of PR experience and deep enough knowledge of how active & vocal this overwhelmingly queer fandom can be to successfully mobilize us for charitable causes... while simultaneously stepping all over the feelings, mental health, and lived experiences of members of our fan community, who are arguably much closer to them than Misha Collins ever will be. 

The tweets below are pretty much the only thing I said publicly about the situation until now, and I still stand wholeheartedly by everything I said because it’s still all true regardless of a person’s sexuality.

This is already well into TL;DR territory, but thanks for reading if you’re still with me because there’s a bit more. 

And here it is: simply an urging to think long & hard about who makes up our community. About the people with whom we interact every day on our platforms of choice, about the people whose fic we read, whose art and gifsets and poems and podfic we enjoy. The people who consume them and share them and enjoy them. The people who run bangs and fests. The people who have the privilege to be able to afford cons, and who share their photos and videos for the rest of us to enjoy. The people who are our friends and acquaintances. The people who actually make up the blood and bone of what it means to participate in an online fandom regardless of what the actors and writers are doing. 

We, pretty much as a rule, don’t always agree. We don’t always like each other. We’re in this for lots of different reasons. We meme and laugh and fight and block each other and curate our own personal fandom experiences, as well we should. But we’re the people that matter to each other, first and foremost, and we can’t fucking forget that in favour of kissing up to and clout-chasing celebrities who will ultimately never be able to speak our language to us the way we speak it to each other.

People are allowed to be angry about what happened, and hurt, and disappointed. People are allowed to be angry and hurt and disappointed by Misha’s actions in handling this event specifically, whether or not you personally like that, and while I think respect, kindness, and compassion should lead here as in most arenas, we also have to keep in mind that we don’t get to dictate how other people process those emotions JUST AS MUCH as we don’t get to dictate how other people come out...or don’t. That includes jokes. That includes grief over witnessing queerphobia from your own. That includes a loss of trust. 

Yes, I hope Misha’s ok, but I hope my fellow fans are ok more. It’s not about whether Misha is bi or straight, not really, because this will blow over and that doesn’t actually matter in the end--it’s about us, and how we’ve treated each other that doesn’t sit right with me. You matter. We matter. 

Fellow bi folk, you are awesome and deserving of love, community, and validation whether you are out or not. Nobody else gets to change that or decide that for you. 💖💜💙 Please feel free to PM me if you feel like you are in need of support and don’t have anyone safe to talk to. 

[beels-burger-babe]

To Be a Royal

***Hello Ladies, Lords and Noble Persons of all kinds! Welcome once again to the Hive's Fantastical Ball! I was going to post this one later after a different fic, but I want to make sure I get at least one fic out to you guys, sooo enjoy this one now! This fic was one that I was all too happy to write. It's quite short, but it's sweet and I personally love it. I hope you enjoy it!***

Summary: In honour of their hard work and loyalty in the Devildom, MC has been knighted as Layde MC of the House of Lamentation. The coronation and ball were a sweeping success, but now the real work of a noble person begins. Barbatos works with MC to try and teach them the manners and protocols of being a royal in the Devildom.

You were practically bouncing as you followed Barbatos into the royal study.

It had been a week since you were crowned Layde MC of the House of Lamentation and protector of the human world. Today your training for your new life was finally beginning.

You turned to Barbatos and beamed in excitement. "So what first? Do I learn how to pass regulations? Do I learn my duties in the Devildom court? Am I going to have to learn to ride a horse?"

Barbatos chuckles and places his hands on your shoulders as he leads you to a table that he set up and sits you down. "Those will all come shortly. For now, we focus on the basics: how to present yourself and proper manners and etiquette."

You blinked at Barbatos and frowned. "Wait. You're giving me a manners lesson?"

He sat down across from you in a fluid smooth action and raised an eyebrow at you. "Who else do you think would teach you? Lord Diavolo?" he laughed and shook his head. "I think not. I adore my Lord, however, I can barely keep him following etiquette as it is."

You snorted and hunched over as your shoulders shook with laughter.

Barbatos took in your posture and the very improper chortle that was coming from you and sighed in amusement. "I see I have my work cut out for me," he tapped the table twice to get your attention looked softly at you. "Let's begin, shall we?"

You glanced down at the teacup sitting from of you and casually lifted it with two fingers. "What are you going to teach me? How to stick out my pinky and lift my nose up at peasants?"

Barbatos raised an eyebrow at you as he stood and snapped open a book with one hand. "Oh? So you think this will be easy?" He looked down at the book, and began to read off, "No nagging, bragging, sweating, fretting, slipping, tripping, slurping, burping, twittering or frittering allowed," he smirked as he noticed your shocked expression. "Stay present, stay pleasant, stay proud."

You chuckled nervously as you set down the teacup. "Y-You're...You're joking right?"

Barbatos smiled and showed the book cover to you. "The Devildom's Guide to Royal Etiquette doesn't allow joking, Layde MC. That was only the tip of the iceberg, as you would say in the human realm." his eyes scanned over your sitting form. "For example, as you are now, your shoulders are hunched, you back is against the chair, your legs are casually spread. You are leaning on the table in embarrassment on your elbows, and the way you picked up that teacup earlier was simply disgraceful."

You winced at the blows to your ego and hunched down even more. "Geeze, way to give it to me lightly Barbs."

You jumped as his hand came to rest on top of yours. Looking up, you found the butler affectionately looking down at you. "Fortunately, you are not untrainable like Mammon, my Layde. There is hope for you."

He moved away from you once more and pulled out his chair so that you could see what he was doing. "You must sit away from the back of the chair, your back straight with pride, shoulders back and chin high. Your legs should be closed, as is proper, and tucked at an angle under your chair," you watched as he carefully demonstrated the actions as he spoke of them.

You knitted your eyebrows in concentration as you slowly mimicked his movements until you were mirroring him.

He smiled at the sight and nodded in approval. "Good. Now table manners."

He sat with you for the next two hours going over which cutlery to use when, the proper way to hold a teacup and pour tea, what it means to rest your knife and fork on a plate in different positions once finished, and how to use and lay your napkin. All the while, he kept constant surveillance on your posture and your conversation manners. Eventually, he rose and gestured for you to do the same. He slowly began to walk around you with his hands tucked behind his back. "You did well today, Layde MC. There is still much to go over, such as you posture," you shivered as he ran a hand down your spine before placing slight pressure on the middle of your back. A second hand came just under your chin and gently lifted it. "We have covered a lot today. You can come back tomorrow and we can continue this lesson," his eyes sparkled as his hands dropped and he moved into your line of sight once more. "I must admit, my Layde, I am quite grateful for these lessons and the time that it allows us to spend together," he took your hand into his own and gently kissed the back of it as he bowed lowly. "I shall cherish this time."

Your cheeks flushed as you stared wide-eyed at the charming butler. He casually fixed his gloves, as though he hadn't just caused your brain to short circuit. You took a step towards him. "Barbatos, I-"

He chuckled and met your gaze once more. "Remember your lessons, MC. You are a noble person, and I am your butler and teacher. Although I do admittedly care for you," his expression softened to reveal a look of pure love and adoration; you felt your breath catch in your throat, "it would not be proper for us to become anything more than close friends. You are dismissed for the day, my Layde."

You could only watch as Barbatos scooped up the book from the table and left the room. You blinked at the spot where the butler once stood and rested a hand on your chest. You could feel your heart pounding within the confines of your rib cage.

The noble and their servant. A forbidden love story told throughout the ages, and yet, you had never thought that you would be able to call the story your own.

***Did I just write an entire fic based off of Barbie's The Princess and the Pauper's "To Be a Princess"? Yes. Yes I did. I hope you guys enjoyed the fic and thanks again to everyone taking part in the Ball!***

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[van-zieksy]

Dear van zieksy,

Hello how are you? It is I, your dearest Reaper-san. It hasn’t been long time since we last exchanged pleasantries but since then I had many ideas on questions I woulf like to inquire. I will keep it simple. This question is not that particularly hard because I am simply curious about your ships with Barok van zieks. Who do you think out of Kazuma, Naruhodo or even Herlock would be most suitable for him and why they in particular would make the bets romantic interest for our reaper. Obviously this is just all hypothetical and if you don’t feel comfortable you can analyze from more plantonic perspective and well since we already established the most ideal type for Barok van Zieks I think we can delve deeper into people around him. Also this is all based on the fact Barok isn’t straight which brings me into second question - do you think Barok doesn’t care about gender when it comes to romance (I l know you said he treats all people equally in court and even more so in personal life bit I forgot if you mentioned whether you seem him as pan/bi etc.)

Once again thank you very much forr inputs on our beloved prosecutor

All the best,

Yours

Reaper-san

Reaper-san!!!

I am doing quite well. Thank you for asking. I hope you are doing excellent! Thanks for reaching out to me.

I would like to preface this question with the following because I have seen some people get very upset about certain ships:

I generally stay out of the whole shipping aspect of characters quite simply because I try to remain neutral about it. I do have my favourite ships, but to me, all ships are valid (as long as we’re talking about adults, which should go without saying). We are hypothesising about fictional characters, so people should be allowed to ship whoever they want without being provided grief about it from other fans. Fictional characters and fiction are supposed to bring us joy. Why agonise over something that only exists to entertain us? It is fine to theorise and analyse fiction—which is also what I am doing—but once we try to apply real-life principles/ideals/etc. to it, it can quickly get ugly because not every piece of fiction is deep, a representation of real life, or supposed to be taken too seriously. It is okay to analyse, as long as we always keep in mind that fiction is fiction. Since I have started to draw a clear line between real life and fiction, I am much happier and am able to enjoy things with a more carefree attitude. With that being said, I can see Barok with pretty much anyone. A beautiful piece of art or a well-written story about a particular ship is always welcome, regardless if the ship would make sense canonically or not. People are free to express themselves. All opinions are valid. For example, I have recently had someone discuss Barok and Mme Tusspells, which is not a very popular pairing amongst the fanbase, but what they described was interesting and it is just as valid as any other ship, regardless of how I or others feel about it. When I share shipping-related art or similar on my blog—which I rarely do—it simply means that I am enjoying this particular work and appreciate the effort that went into it, nothing more.

As for Barok’s orientation and if he cares about gender as far as romance is concerned. In the context of this fictional universe, I definitely think that anything is possible. If Barok falls in love with someone, it is regardless of their social standing, their gender, their past etc. He falls in love with someone based on their character and how he feels when he’s with them. We are all people, and he knows that. Barok may be a stickler for etiquette and often say or do things in the game that are a reflection of his status as a noble, but he’s also quite the free spirit who does his own thing without much concern for his status. So yes, Barok is probably happy to enter a romantic relationship with anyone, but I would like to refrain from officially naming or applying a certain orientation to him (that is up to each individual to decide; everyone's opinion is valid).

Now then, let’s delve deeper into Barok and his possible love interests. But again, all three ships you’ve mentioned are equally valid to me.

Ryunosuke:

Barok and Ryunosuke were total strangers when they met. Over the course of the games, they developed mutual respect and admiration. Ryunosuke admires Barok for his dedication to the truth/fairness, the way he treats people in court and his brilliance. Barok admires Ryunosuke for his courage and determination. Ryunosuke cares about Barok’s well-being because he has respect for him. He specifically sought him out after the latest attack on „the Reaper“. He then wanted to defend Barok because he fully believed in him. He was one of the few people who eventually realised that Barok is misunderstood by many and falsely ostracised because of that. And once Barok got past his initial impression of Ryunosuke (i.e. his eyes reminded him of Klint and Genshin + Ryuu defending a clearly guilty man), he specifically sought him out in court because Barok a) respected Ryunosuke's courage and determination, and b) tried to understand what happened in his own past through him. It was interesting to see their relationship develop in front of our eyes. There were little hints we could pick up on that told us exactly where they were in their relationship at any given point in time. While I never saw them as rivals or enemies in the way I see certain other AA defence attorneys and prosecutors, we can’t deny that they were on opposite sides in the courtroom, even though both of them were seeking the truth. So the whole enemies-to-lovers trope is very intriguing. Barok allowed Ryunosuke to become more confident and can benefit from Barok's "calm-as-water, keep moving no matter what" persona. Ryunosuke can help Barok regain his trust in people with his sincere attitude. Both are down-to-earth and seek tranquility/peace. With Ryunosuke going back to his home country after DGS2, it may be hard for them to develop a romantic relationship. However, I do believe that they stay in contact, exchanging letters and pleasantries, clearly longing for each other’s presence. I can see Barok visiting Ryunosuke in Japan, where they then realise that their feelings for each other are more than just friendship. Eventually Ryunosuke ends up in Great Britain for an extended period of time, and that’s when they officially enter a romantic relationship. I actually like the idea of Ryunosuke settling down in Japan for a while but Barok stays in Great Britain because he wants to have a positive impact on the justice system as Lord Chief Justice or Attorney General. They lead a long-distance relationship for a while, visiting each other throughout the year. A few years into their relationship, they both become restless and want to lead a more stable lifestyle. While Barok is more than happy to finally retire and move to Japan, Ryunosuke makes the decision to leave his law firm in the capable hands of the attorneys he has trained. This allows him to permanently relocate to Great Britain in order to live with Barok, who does everything in his power to support his lover’s career in his new home country. Ryunosuke is also excited to be able to be around the friends he has missed so dearly. Maybe they will both retire to Japan once the time comes. Their future remains undetermined.

Kazuma:

(Just look at that face. Clearly Kazuma is up to something lol.)

With Kazuma becoming Barok’s apprentice, they are bound to spend lots of time together. Initially I see them as in sort of a healing phase based on the events that unfolded in the last two cases. Barok learning to accept that there was more to the events ten years ago than he was aware of, that he needs to stop letting past events and long-gone people dictate the present and the future, and that he is a stronger person than his brother ever was. Kazuma getting over his „inner demons“ (anger; okay with having a not-so-innocent and an innocent person die) and learning to accept that while his father was innocent of one charge, he was guilty of something else and not as pure as he thought. Both have lost something and someone dear to them, but the only people to blame for that are their respective family members and one particular overzealous individual. Both have looked up to someone who turned out to be not-so-perfect after all. Both have to start looking into the future and realise that their families and their past don’t define them. They are not to blame for anything. They are more principled. Kazuma’s and Barok’s destinies are intertwined. They are both very dedicated, kind and sincere human beings and professionals, so I am sure they will achieve a lot together. As they get to know each other better, they realise how similar they actually are. Kazuma allows Barok to finally open up again and learn to trust someone. Kazuma, on the other hand, benefits from Barok’s composure, experience and quiet dignity. They now have a professional relationship where one can completely rely on the other. I think the difference in power (i.e. Barok the mentor, Kazuma the mentee) is not necessarily an issue because I see Barok treating Kazuma as an equal. He doesn’t think of himself as above Kazuma, even if that may be the case on paper. Of course he will have to give orders to Kazuma every now and then, but overall I see it more as Barok providing Kazuma with the tools he needs to help himself. Kazuma is intelligent and independent, yet he appreciates to have someone around who guides him. After all, Kazuma is in a new country pursuing a new profession, so he can’t do it all by himself. I like the idea of Kazuma living in one of Barok’s guestrooms. Barok has more than enough space and could benefit from having someone other than his staff live with him. They are experiencing many wonderful things together. There are challenges, which is normal when people live together. Eventually they get to the point where they realise that there is romantic attraction. Of course they are both too stubborn to admit it, so there’s much awkwardness and dancing around the facts. Instead of confessing their feelings for each other, the truth comes out on a random day during some random shared activity. Example: Think Barok’s ungloved hand accidentally touching Kazuma’s as he is leaning down to point to a particular paragraph in a book. Awkward silence and blushing. But they simply can’t contain themselves anymore and go for a kiss at the exact same moment. More awkward silence after that kiss. Then Barok just picks up Kazuma to take him to his room. Kazuma wants to protest because he has his pride after all, but quickly decides against it because it’s what he’s been yearning for all along. Kazuma grows into a fine prosecutor. And newly-appointed Lord Chief Justice Barok van Zieks finds it hard to not give preferential treatment to prosecutor Kazuma Asogi.

Herlock:

(They already know how to act like exes to the T, so there's that...)

I firmly believe they have a shared past and the reason they feel superficial animosity for each other is because of what happened ten years ago and because they are in very different positions requiring very different approaches to fighting crime. Let’s leave it at that. They are going to spend more time around each other because of Iris. My headcanon is that Iris learned who her parents are when Yujin and the others were discussing her heritage in the antechamber after Barok’s trial, but she’s feigning ignorance in order to get everyone to stop worrying about her. Eventually she confronts Barok, though. She wants to spend as much time around him as possible to make up for the lost time, and during some of their outings, Herlock is present. Barok and Herlock really are very different. Barok is calm, collected, serious and goal-oriented, Herlock is, well, Herlock. :D I think eventually they realise that opposites can attract each other. While Barok is still annoyed at Herlock when he’s unintentionally inconsiderate and disrespectful to other people, Barok sometimes has to suppress a chuckle because of how over-the-top his new friend is in such situations. Yet I also think that Barok’s nature will inspire Herlock to become more calm and considerate. And Herlock will inspire Barok to be less serious, smile more and partake in activities Barok never even considered, such as visiting shady markets to acquire questionable substances for Herlock’s experiments, or spending time at pawn shops so Barok can buy him all kinds of oddities. They complement each other with their different personalities. I think Herlock does not really have much romantic experience, so when he starts having feelings for Barok, he naturally thinks there’s something wrong with him. He can’t explain why he blushes around Barok, or what that warm feeling in his chest is, or why he is much happier when Barok is around, or why he is having dreams of doing things to Barok he never thought were even remotely possible. He tries to find a scientific explanation for it, and the result of his analysis is that he’s having some weird disease that is so far unknown to the human species. He approaches Iris with his concerns and all she does is laugh. She tells him that the only cure for this ailment is to face the root of the issue. Either he doesn’t tell Barok and will regret it for the rest of his life, succumbing to far worse symptoms, or he tells Barok to find some relief and turn those symptoms into something far more beautiful. One day Herlock is visiting Barok in his office to drop off some paperwork. Without knocking, he enters Barok’s office and proclaims, „Iris says I am in love with you and if I didn’t tell you I’d die, so here I am. I am quite fond of my life. Please accept me, my dear fellow.“ Barok, who is sipping some of his wine as he’s looking at notes from today’s trial, is clearly shocked and doesn’t even know how to respond. He's heard the detective say some very ridiculous things before, but this is clearly the icing on the cake. „Oh, may I add I observed you from the gallery today, my dear Mr. Prosecutor? You looked splendid. I surmise your flexibility will come in handy once we are ready to partake in some of those activities I have been dreaming of for the past few weeks.“ There’s the death glare we’ve all come to know and love from Barok. After he politely asks Kazuma, who has been giggling from the desk in his corner, to take his leave, he’s now ready to address the subject. As it turns out, Barok has been harbouring feelings for Herlock for quite a while, but he wasn’t ready to come forward with it just yet. He appreciates how Herlock allows him to be more carefree and would like to take this next step in their relationship. There are many ups and downs in their relationship because they are so different, but this is exactly what pushes both of them to re-evaluate who they are as individuals and what they want out of life. This introspection allows their relationship to bloom.

I love all three ships and think they would/could all make sense.

Wishing you a great weekend! Until our next exchange. <3

With my kindest regards,

[wndrcarol]

daddy’s favorite | ceo!c.d. | part 5

prev. parts — one | two | three | four

summary: working for your fathers company has its perks. But one of those perks is being able to gain connections.

a/n: The long awaited part 5! And finally, with some smut! AND! Some drama :D yes, we have finally gotten the whole nine and it’s only gonna get batter from here for sure. Anywho! I hope you guys enjoy & sorry for any typos!

pairings: Carol Danvers x Fem!Reader (Stark!Reader)

other characters in chap.: Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff

au: CEO!

warnings: fingering, oral (fem giving + receiving), cursing, exhibitionism (slight?) and yea, the whole nine

18+ readers please !!!

———

“Shit” you exclaimed, stepping back from Carol as she stood there, straightening out her suit, avoiding eye contact from both you and Sam.

“Well, this” Sam said, motioning to the two of you, a smirk growing on his face “I definitely didn’t expect” he said, giving you a look before turning out slowly and walking away from the office.

“Oh my god” you said, covering your mouth before rushing after him down the hallway.

“Sam!” You exclaimed, reaching him as he stopped near the elevators. Turning to you, he gave you a small smile, comforting your nerves that you have after he had just seen you both.

“I’m-“ you started before letting out a sigh, “Sorry you walked in on that” you said, straightening out your outfit and shirt that had gotten a bit wrinkled.

Sam chuckled, looking at the elevator to see it was close to stopping on the floor. “Better me than your dad, right?” He said, smiling at you as you gave him a small apologetic smile before seeing the elevator doors open. Your heart tugged, feeling a bit guilty that he did walk in on you and Carol. It almost felt like you hurt him a bit with the look he gave you before following him out.

Stepping onto the elevator, Sam turned to you, his smile still on his face. “Don’t worry, it’s safe with me” he said, making the zipper motion on his mouth, making you chuckle as he gave you a small wave before the doors closed.

Sam meant what he said about keeping the secret. But he knew something was up with Carol. It seemed a bit odd to him that this is happening now when the big deal had just been settled between companies. There was an underlying mission she has and he was going to find out about it to keep you safe.

-

Walking back to your office, you saw Carol getting ready to leave before she turned to you with a soft smile.

“I’m so sorry about that” you said as she shook her head, moving over to you. Looking towards the door, she pulled you close quickly, placing a small kiss against your lips before pulling back.

“Don’t worry about it. But, maybe next time you should close the door” she winked before pulling away and grabbing her things, as you chuckled at her.

“I’ll call you” you said as she nodded, giving you a small smile before pressing her lips against yours once more.

“Not if I call you first” she winked before stepping out the office as you let out a sigh once you were alone. You began to pick things up as you continued your day with work.

Later in the day, Carol had called you asking you if you wanted to have dinner again in her office and you agreed. After hanging up, you quickly took your lunch break to head home and switch into a lace set that you had recently bought.

Returning back to the office, you finished up your day there, said bye to your dad before heading over to Carols office, where she had already bought food. You smiled at her, feeling the small butterflies go around in your stomach.

There was small talk about the day, completely avoiding what had happened earlier. Throwing away your food container, you let out a sigh before looking up at Carol who looked at you a bit concerned form your sigh.

“I really am sorry about earlier” you said as she shook her head chuckling.

“Don’t worry about it, seriously. At least it was your friend who saw us and not anyone else” she joked and you nodded, agreeing with her.

Carol looked up at you, pushing her food to side before letting out a small sigh and nodding towards you.

“Come here” she said, pushing her chair back and motioning you over. Getting up, you walked around the desk, leaning against it slightly as Carol stayed seated, looking up at you and taking your hands.

“Don’t sweat it, really. I love spending time with you” she said, now beginning to stand up while still holding your hands.

“Even if it means we get caught” she smirked, causing your to chuckle as she began to press small kisses against you jaw and going down to your neck.

“It’s always been a fantasy of mine to fuck on a desk, you know” Carol mumbled against your skin as you hummed, closing your eyes.

“Then why don’t we make that come true” you said as she pulled back, a small smile on her lips before looked up to you.

“Are there gonna be any interruptions this time, Ms. Danvers?” You smirked as Carol pressed a small kiss against your jaw before pulling away and moving towards the door and pushing the lock in on the handle. She turned back to you and mimicked your smirk.

“Not this time, Ms. Stark” she said before stepping back towards you and pressing her lips roughly against yours.

Pressing you against the desk, you began to lean down, your lips still pressed against hers, as her hands began moving up and down your body, letting out a small moan against her lips.

Taking off your shirt, she let out a soft ‘fuck’ seeing your lace bra as you smirked up at her. “Are you trying to kill me?” She said, beginning to take off your skirt.

“No, just trying to merely show off for you” you said as she nodded, beginning to kiss and bit your neck softly, letting small marks over your collarbone and neck area.

“Consider me impressed” she spoke against your skin as she pulled your skirt down and onto the floor, seeing your matching underwear. Letting out a whine, she couldn’t help but see how stunning you looked and how great it felt that you were showing her this set.

Carol pressed her hand against your clit as she slowly dragged her finger in an up and down motion over the fabric of your underwear. Letting out a moan, she smirked, pushing the thin fabric to the side before continuing the action, rubbing your clit a bit faster but still at a slow pace.

“Such a pretty pussy” she said, leaning down and getting on her knees between your legs, looking up at you as she dragged your underwear down your legs, not stopping her other hand from rubbing.

“All of this, for me?” Carol asked, moving her finger to see it covered from how wet you’d become as you felt your face heat up.

“So fucking pretty” she said, looking up at you before lowering down onto her knees between your legs. Holding eye contact, she moved close to your clit and pressed her lips against it softly, sending a small shudder through your body.

“You taste so sweet” she said against you, humming as you let out a moan. Leaning back against the table, your hand went to grip into her hair as she moaned against you, closing her eyes before thrusting two fingers into, at a quick pace.

Your breathing began to hitch slightly as you felt waves of pleasure go down your body. Your back arched off the desk a bit as you let out a long moan to the new sensation.

“Fuck!” You moaned out, lifting your head to see Carol pull back and move up your body to place a kiss against your lips.

Pulling away, you began to feel a small knot form in your stomach as Carol picked up the pace with her fingers. Leaning her forehead against yours, your eyes stayed trained on watching her fingers disappear into you before you rolled your eyes back and close, feeling the knot get tighter in your stomach.

Looking behind Carol, you couldn’t help but tense up quickly at the thought someone could look in from the building across and see this happening. The more you thought about it, the eased you became and even slightly turned on.

Carol turned around to see the windows in the building across on and smirked. Turning back towards you, she chuckled. “Let them see you like this. See how pretty of a slut you are, being fucked on a desk” she said as you whimpered at the thought as Carol picked up the pace once more with her fingers.

“Carol, I-“ you breathed out before tossing your head back and moaning, supporting yourself on your elbows on the desk as you looked back down at her hand pleasuring.

“Let go, baby. I’ve got you” she said, leaning down to place kisses and small marks on your neck. You let out a long moan as you felt a surge of pleasure shoot through your body, closing your eyes and leaning your head back again. Carol continued thrusting her fingers before slowing them down and taking them out.

Placing them into her mouth, she sucked on them, humming softly before pulling them out of her mouth with a ‘pop’. “So fucking sweet” she said as you let out a breath before pulling her roughly into a kiss as her hands made their way back to your waist, helping support you.

-

“I definitely think she’s using her” Nat said, taking a drink from her beer as she looked at Sam, who sat next to her, staring off into space.

“Really?” Sam asked, turning to Nat. He had just told Nat about what he saw happen between you and Carol. He knew Nat worked for Carol but he had known Nat for a while now and he considered her a close friend of his.

“Yeah. Not to be a bummer but I’ve heard her talk about having an ‘upper hand’ on Starks company now. I guess it never clicked until now, given the filler information you just gave me” she said, shrugging as she put her beer down on the counter.

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Bath Bomb

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Warnings: Bakugou

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"Come on, girls! Let's go here next!"

You giggled with your friends as you hurried to keep close with one another in the crowded street. Today was one of your bi-annual girls' day out with all your gal pals from the former class A.

It so happened that this outing was planned and organized by Yaomomo, and she had decided to take you all on a shopping trip to Harajuku. Everyone was already laden with bags, some even assisted by Ochaco in lightening the heavier ones.

The store Momo had pointed to was a quaint LUSH store, where pink neon lights glowed in the windows.

All seven of you eagerly crowded into the store, breaking off into smaller groups to wander around. You ended up with Toru and Mina, wandering over to one of the walls packed nearly floor to ceiling with colorful bath bombs.

"Look at them all," Toru breathed, carefully bringing one up to her invisible nose for a sniff.

You walked around with them, occasionally pointing out a particularly cutely shaped or colorful one.

Suddenly, you felt a hand alight on your arm. "(Y/N)!" Mina said, barely stifling a giggle. "Look at that one!"

Your eyes followed the direction her finger pointed, finally landing on an egg-shaped turquoise bath bomb. Except, it wasn't meant to be an egg. This was unmistakably a grenade.

"Oh, I get it," you said. "Bath bomb, and it's a grenade. That is pretty funny."

"Well, yeah, but what I meant was—" Mina paused to grin and wiggle her eyebrows at you. "I think you might be able to enjoy that with a certain explosive someone, perhaps?"

Heat flooded into your cheeks as you realized she was talking about your fiancé, Bakugou Katsuki. Now that she mentioned it, it did remind you of him. The mold it had come from was similar to the very real explosives he kept on his hero belt.

"You should totally get it!" she went on, practically bouncing on her toes.

You picked one up, feeling its shape and weight. It was easily the size of your palm, and you finally let your hand take it up to your nose for a quick sniff. Lavender and rosemary greeted your senses. It was a very pleasant mix and you held it up so Mina could get a whiff of her own.

"Mmm," she said, briefly fluttering her eyelids closed. "Yep. You're getting that."

She pulled you with her so you could grab a tray together, gently placing it in the little holder. Everyone browsed for another twenty minutes or so before finally checking out. You had decided on an additional bath bomb for yourself along with something called a bubble bar, but you were truly the most excited about the distinct blue-green grenade that innocently rested at the bottom of your bag. As your group left the store, you couldn't wait for a chance to try out what you'd bought. It would be a nice way to surprise Katsuki when he got home. Additionally, it provided an excuse to relax together and spend time in each other's presence.

You had to snap yourself out of a quick daydream you'd begun to sink into in order to answer Jirou, silently grinning to yourself in anticipation for what was to come.

. . . . . . . .

Not three days later, you finally found your chance.

You got home earlier than he did, which was normal. As you began your routine of amusing yourself while you waited for Katsuki to come home, you felt a buzz emanating from your pocket. It turned out to be a call from none other than your fiancé himself, Bakugou.

"Hey, babe, what's up?" you said into the phone, uncertain as to why he was calling.

"Just wanted to let you know I'm coming home early," his gruff voice came through. "Do you want anything for dinner? I know it's been awhile since we've had that takeout you like."

Your eyes lit up. "You'd do that?"

Katsuki grumbled on his end of the phone, however you could hear that there was no malice behind it. "Yes. I don't understand why you like it so much, especially because of how bad for you it is and when my cooking is so much better, but I'll get it. For you."

"Thank you so much!"

"Whatever."

Thus went most of your conversations with the blond. You were used to it by now, so you merely smiled. "I love you."

Katsuki's voice abruptly changed to tender. "I love you too."

Your smile only brightened as the end-call tone sounded in your ear. You loved everything about Katsuki, even his overly boorish nature. It only made the moments he let it slip all the sweeter. You knew you were the only one who got to witness that softer side to him, and it made your heart swell every time.

You flopped back into position on your couch, mind beginning to wander through possibilities of what you could do during your evening with Bakugou. You quickly remembered the little bath bomb you had shoved into the back of the bathroom cabinet. That would be perfect! You decided to wait until after dinner and then surprise him with the little plan that was already beginning to take form within your mind.

The lock on your door clicked a few minutes later, alerting you that Bakugou had come home. You rose to greet him, strolling into the kitchen to see him setting a bag down on the counter.

You walked up to his side and pecked him on the cheek. "Welcome home, babe."

Katsuki's vermilion eyes met yours as you leaned into him, draping an arm around his waist. "Hey."

"How was work?"

"Not bad," he answered, reaching up into a cabinet and pulling out two glasses, handing one to you.

You grabbed the bag and went to your little table, going back into the kitchen to fill your cup with ice and water once Katsuki was done. The two of you settled at the table, taking out the boxes of food he'd bought for you.

"So why did they let you off early?" you inquired, plunging your chopsticks into a personal container of noodles.

"Dumbass advisor told me to go home," he answered. "Villain hit me with their quirk or something and I got a little dinged up."

"Are you alright?" you asked, suddenly concerned.

"Of course. They just told me to stay in and rest. Pathetic, thinking I'm weak or some shit."

"'Tsuki, you know he just cares about you."

Bakugou made his classic tch noise, scowling back down into his mixed vegetables. "The only reason I agreed to leave was so that I could spend more time with you."

You looked back to him, hoping to catch those ruby eyes of his. He refused to offer them, however, and you eventually gave up, going back to your food.

"I know you don't see me as often as you'd like to," he continued, his voice little more than a mutter. "It's been a while since we've been able to spend a day together, let alone plan our—our wedding."

It was true. Even today, for Katsuki, he'd gotten home early, but you weren't blind to the fact that it was already half past seven. Some nights you'd be up until nearly two AM, waiting for his footsteps to come in through your door. You never ceased to stay awake for him, however, filling some of your free time with planning for your wedding ceremony. Bakugou was letting you handle most of it, although it wasn't as though he had much choice. That didn't stop you from trying to include him any way you could; occasionally talking over what you'd thought of and decided on that day while the two of you lay in bed together. Sometimes lying alone with one another in cool darkness were the only moments you could share, quietly conversing until one of you fell victim to the sleep that had been pressing at the backs of both of your eyes for the last few hours.

You had to hope that one day it would get better. Someday, he may be able to catch more breaks. Maybe someday, society would be fixed so that crime would dwindle to nearly nothing. But that someday was far, far away, if it even would ever come at all. All you could do was be thankful that Katsuki loved his job and rarely got injured. It brought in good money too, with his position so high at the top. The only thing that mattered was that he somehow walked in through that door at the end of each day, no matter what time it was or how long the two of you had gone without sleep. No matter what, you'd always be there, waiting for him.

Your hand snaked its way across the table to settle on top of Katsuki's, finally getting him to look up at you. "It's okay," you assured him. "You're here now. I couldn't be happier."

You both sat, looking at each other in a silent moment, his palm having turned to take yours, thumb gently stroking the outside of your hand.

Flicking your eyes down, you let a small smile creep onto your lips. "I actually have a little surprise for you," you said. "It's for after dinner."

Bakugou breathed out a little laugh in a singular huff, going back to consuming your "shitty takeout" food. "Do you, now?"

"Uh huh."

You could tell he was curious. Bakugou wasn't really one who was much for surprises, but he trusted you.

It wasn't too much longer before you finished your meal, taking the cardboard containers and stuffing them back into the bag they had come from. Bakugou put the glasses on the counter next to the sink while you tied up the trash bag and tossed it out, double checking that the table was clear and clean.

"Ready?" you asked, running your hand down his forearm until it met his own, intertwining your fingers.

"Sure."

"Let's get started, then."

You led him to the bathroom, letting go of his hand so you could turn on the tap for your bathtub. It was just the right size for the two of you to comfortably sit together in, and this was hardly your first time doing so.

"You wanted me to take a bath?" Katsuki asked, watching you adjust the temperature.

"Well, yes, but—" you turned and strode over to the cabinet, rummaging around for the object of interest. You pulled out the bag, reaching in to show off the little grenade. "Ta-da!"

Bakugou looked at it, slightly unimpressed. "What is it?"

"It's a bath bomb," you explained. "I saw it the other day when I was out shopping with the girls and it reminded me of you." You watched his expression, but it hadn't really changed. "So are you interested?"

Katsuki finally let the smallest of smiles grace his lips. "Sure. I was planning on showering here anyway. A bath will do."

"Am I invited?" you asked, just to make sure.

"Of course you are, dumbass," he said, looking nearly offended that you might have thought otherwise.

"Well, then. Let's get to it."

The two of you started stripping off your clothes, discarding them on the floor. When you glanced up at Bakugou, you noticed a little red mark on his shoulder, disappearing over the peak and presumably continuing on his back. You stepped closer, walking around behind him, ignoring a half-hearted protest from the man who was sporting it. A large, red blotchy welt bloomed on the skin of his back, and when you touched it as gently as possible with your fingertips, you found that it was nearly burning.

"Katsuki, baby," you crooned concernedly, unable to take your eyes off it.

"That was the best the healing guy could do," he explained, his voice quieter than usual. "It was worse before, but that's why I got sent home."

"Does it hurt?"

"Not really."

You clicked your tongue, still figuring it probably did hurt more than he would ever let on. You gently kissed a patch of unmarked skin next to it, just to be safe.

Knowing how much Bakugou hated it when you fussed over any injuries he got, you finally left to grab the bath bomb. You traded it for your engagement ring, sliding off the gold band and picking up the green grenade from where you had set it on the counter. The faucet handle of the tub was cool in your hand as you turned the water off, having moved back over to its edge. You shifted your appendage to flick your fingers in the water to check the temperature. It was just right; not too hot, not too cold.

"Come here," you beckoned Katsuki to your side. "Watch this."

You dropped the bath grenade into the water, both of you watching as it began to fizz at the bottom. The water began to take on a cartoonish lagoon-blue tint, and the smell of rosemary and lavender began to sweetly float into the air.

"Now come on," you said, stepping into the tub. Katsuki followed in after you, and you let him sit down and adjust before sliding into his lap. You leaned against his shoulder as his arms wrapped around you. You scanned his face, searching for any signs of discomfort. You found that sometimes it was the best way to tell what he was feeling, rather than asking.

Nevertheless, his eyes were gently shut, jaw relaxed. An eyelid slid open to peer at you, a tiny sliver of red just scarcely able to be seen.

"Whatcha lookin' at?" he asked, tone conversational.

"You."

"Feh."

"'Feh'," you mocked. "The great Bakugou Katsuki, 20—"

"Stop," he interrupted, sending a splash of scented unnaturally blue water over your shoulder. You giggled, nuzzling closer into his chest in your giddiness. A deep inhale and exhale went through your man's lungs, and you followed the idea soon after. The lavender really did do something to your brain, almost magically quieting your thoughts as you felt calm steal over your body.

You'd missed this, just being able to spend time with the love of your life, relaxing together. The water you both were encased in was so soothingly warm, reaching you where Katsuki's hold could not.

"So how did your day go?" you asked, keeping your eyes shut as you snuggled into him. "Tell me all about the villains you vanquished."

You could practically hear Katsuki grin above you, and without hesitation he launched into an anecdote about a man he'd apprehended early that morning. You knew how much he loved talking about his great feats of heroism. It seemed to be a bit of an ego booster for him, watching your face as you reacted to his account of his day.

You felt him shift slightly, not ceasing in his talk. The sound of a shampoo bottle popping open met your ears, and soon after, Bakugou's fingers were lacing through your damp hair, spreading the cleansing scent throughout your scalp.

You hummed and leaned into his touch, enjoying the added sensation while he finished up his speech.

"—shoulda seen the look on the little shit's face when he realized there was nothing he could do. I had him, just like that. Damn extra, didn't even have that much paperwork to file on him."

"Mmm," you hummed in acknowledgement. "Oh, baby, that feels so good."

Bakugou continued rubbing circles into your scalp, lather and foam coating his hands. You loved his hands. They were so large and strong; the source of his power, the source of his pride.

Finally he swirled your hair up and out of the way into a makeshift twist-bun, held together sheerly by the sticky shampoo lather. He took a bar of your favorite soap and began to run it over the skin of your back and shoulders, applying a delicious amount of pressure to muscles you hadn't even known were tensed. Satisfied with the slippery coating, Katsuki went back to using those hands of his, rolling the heels perfectly into you, alternating between palms and knuckles.

"'Tsuki," you said, voice hazy from how good it felt, "this was supposed to be for you."

"Yes, and?"

You pouted, eyes still lidded. "You're supposed to be relaxing."

"This is how I relax."

"Yeah, but—"

"Did I fucking stutter?"

You snorted, letting him continue his business in massaging your back. "Okay, but you're next."

"You wish."

"Did I fucking stutter?" you countered, using his own words against him. "You can't escape me. You're going to feel good by the time we get out of here, and that's a rock fact."

Even Katsuki had to have known his grumbles sounded fake. It was rare for him to show it, but you knew that every now and then he reveled in having you take care of him. Whether it be working out knots in his muscles or rubbing cream into his burns, there was a secret side to him that would allow you to tend to him. His brash persona had to be let down sometime, and every day you felt honored that you were among the few people who he trusted enough to see him without it.

Katsuki finally began to pour water over your back, the warmth trickling down and bringing the soap right with it. He leaned you back so your hair was submerged and your head was in his lap. His fingers began to wind through your tresses again, shaking the shampoo bubbles into the water around you. Without fail, Bakugou always insisted that you were completely taken care of before he ever allowed anything to be done to himself. There was nothing you could do to protest, that's just the way it was. Firm but gentle fingertip pads were pressed into your shoulders, signaling for you to sit up.

He began the process over again with your conditioner, squirting some on his hand before running it through the strands of hair that fell from your head.

"Have the energy to talk about our wedding?" you asked, eyes flicking up to the counter where your sparkling ring sat waiting.

"Sure."

You ran over a few thoughts you'd gotten to recently. You already had a pretty solid guest list, a venue in mind, arrangements for flowers, the cake, dresses, and even the suit Bakugou had picked out. Now was the more practical stuff; scheduling and seating, sketching out designs for the invitations.

You relayed over the conversation you'd had with Momo earlier yesterday. You were so thankful to have her as a friend, helping you plan. It was almost as if she knew what she was doing, at least, more than you did. She was good with decision making and had your best interests at heart.

Bakugou listened while he continued to thread his fingers through your hair, occasionally commenting or making little noises of acknowledgment while you spoke. It wasn't long before he tapped your shoulder, ready to dip you again.

The water that flooded your ears distorted your voice as you continued talking. You wished you had your laptop in front of you so you could show him your detailed spreadsheet.

You finally sat up, him having finished rinsing once again. You paused in your conversation to say, "Now it's your turn."

He turned, trying to find a moderately comfortable means to lean back so you could reach the top of his head. You cupped water in your hands and used it to wet his ash blond hair. Satisfied at its newly damp state, you pulled down his shampoo. Which also happened to be his conditioner.

You'd always grumbled at him for being tacky and using it, but his argument was that he didn't need anything more. It was cheap and quick and he refused to budge from his stance on it. At least you'd gotten him to start picking up scents you liked. This one was coconut. You glanced at the upside down bottle in your hand as you squeezed some out, silently cringing at the 3-in-1 proudly printed on the sticker. What bothered you was probably the sheer difference in male vs female advertised products. You wouldn't be surprised if they came out with something that he could brush his teeth with too.

You spread it over his spikes, each point becoming droopy under the weight of the water that had soaked into them. You couldn't help but notice how Bakugou leaned into your touch. Your voice began to trail off as you focused on his hair. It didn't take long to spread the shampoo through his short blond hair, working it into his roots. Next you moved down to his neck, trying to keep your fingers away from any reddened areas. Your hands skillfully moved over his back, much like his had done to yours a few moments prior. His skin was soon covered in a fine layer of suds, deliciously scented as you finally began to rinse both it and his hair with the now scarcely lukewarm water.

"You feel any better, Katsuki?" you asked, leaning forward to rest your chin on his shoulder.

"From what?" he shot back, annoyed that you'd suggest he was ever anything less than 'fine'.

"I don't know," you said, keeping your tone soft. "You still haven't told me how you got this today." You gingerly tapped a patch of skin on his back, still flushed but now glistening with moisture.

He abruptly stood, water running in rivulets down his legs as he stepped out of your bath. Bakugou wordlessly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, exiting the bathroom with nothing more than it and heavy footsteps.

You sighed and chewed on your lip, collecting yourself before pulling the plug from the drain. Your fingers slid through the receding water, eventually locating the fizzing remains of your grenade and setting it on the ledge. You lifted yourself out and grabbed a towel, sliding your ring back onto your finger before finally leaving the warm, steamy bathroom to find Katsuki.

It wasn't difficult to locate the blond, finding him in the first place you checked; your bedroom. He laid on his back, palms supporting his head while his elbows stretched out on either side. He wore only a pair of loose-fitting orange and black gym shorts, slung low on his hips as he gazed up at the ceiling.

You decided it would be best to not force him to talk, opting to begin work on patting your hair dry with your towel before slipping on one of Katsuki's large, old t-shirts and some cotton panties. The bed dipped under your weight as you sat at the edge, silently beginning to finger comb your damp hair. You listened to nothing but your own heartbeat steadily thumping in your chest, concern for your fiancé clouding your thoughts.

Before you could turn around to ask him what was wrong, Bakugou finally spoke. "Why did you agree to marry me?"

The question caught you so completely off guard, a scoff escaped your throat. "Because I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Why are you asking me that?"

Katsuki's frown deepened. "It's just that . . . sometimes I wonder if you don't deserve this. I never see you. When I do, I'm not the . . . nicest person. You could—you would probably be better off with someone different."

You rubbed your hand soothingly over his toned belly. "Was today not a good day?"

Bakugou chewed on the inside of his cheek. You recognized the blank look in his eyes, signaling that he was trying to distance himself from his emotions. "He got away."

"Who?" you asked quietly, shifting so you could comfortably run your hands over him. The action was meant to try to calm him and ease him from behind his figurative walls.

"The villain who—who hurt me. I didn't catch him and it's all my fault. I lost. I'm a failure."

You frowned at his words. This must have really affected him if he was willing to break down so much in front of you. Bakugou had always had the mindset that he always had to win. That was how he decided he would be the greatest hero. A blow like this had to hurt.

You laid down and pulled yourself against his side, ducking under his arm so he had no choice but to hold you to his warm chest. You placed a kiss over one of his pecs, your gentle fingers never ceasing in their soothing up and down motions over his abs.

"You're far from a failure, Katsuki," you said softly in his ear. "Things like this happen."

"Not to me," he grumbled, turning his head away from you.

"You'll catch him next time, I'm sure of it."

Bakugou huffed beside you. "I should be out there, hunting him down," he finally said.

"Not in this condition," you stated firmly, tapping a finger against his skin.

You could see Bakugou's lip curl over his teeth. "It's not like I can't fight. I barely even hurt anymore. I can—"

"I wasn't talking about your wound."

He turned his head, finally looking at you. Confusion and suspicion swam in his vermilion eyes, but you used the opportunity to place your hand on his cheek.

"You're down on yourself," you said. "You need some time off. You're working so much and so hard, which is a good thing, but I think you need some time away."

Bakugou rested his hand over yours, gazing into your eyes. "I can't just let him go," he stated simply. "I can't afford to take time off."

"I know," you sighed. "But just for tonight? For me? You deserve it."

Your fiancé sighed. There wasn't anything he wanted more then than to hold you in his arms and forget for a few moments. Forget about his demanding job and getting a whole new hero agency kicked off the ground. Forget about his sworn responsibilities to the world. Forget about that damned bastard who got away.

A grumble sounded deep within Bakugou's chest, signaling to you that he had caved. You let him tug you forward and pull you into a kiss, attacking your lips in that perfectly rough but sweet way that you craved and loved.

Once he was temporarily satisfied, he cradled you against his bare chest for several minutes, refusing to move until all the stress had slowly trickled out of his muscles. You nuzzled into his bare skin, which still smelled so deliciously fresh after having gotten out of your bath.

"I love you," Bakugou finally said. "You know that, right?"

"Of course." Your voice came out a bit muffled, but you had little interest in adjusting from your position.

"I do want to get married," he went on. "To you. Maybe start a family . . . . It wouldn't be so bad, having a little fuckin' monster running around."

Your heart leapt at the idea of having a baby with the pro hero. It was something you'd thought about quite a bit, actually. "And is this child's 'fuckin' monster' qualities from you or from me?"

"You, obviously."

You laughed at Katsuki's joke, glad that he was beginning to feel better. When you looked back into his face, you were pleased to find that even he was smiling just a little bit.

You kissed his skin again as a way to segway to another topic. "So what do you want to do for the rest of your evening off?"

"Maybe we could watch something." He shrugged. "I don't care as long as I'm holding you."

His wish was an easy one to have come true. Within minutes you were relocated to the couch, snuggled up under a blanket together with a bowl of popcorn, watching something you both had been able to agree upon.

Your relationship with Katsuki wasn't an easy one, but there was no one else in the whole world you'd rather spend a lifetime with.

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