#before he's like 'yeah no its cool you dont need to do that and stop thinking about me.'

[sweet1delusi0ns]

Class 1A boys getting a surprise kiss──☆*:・ﾟ

MHA/fem!reader

Characters: Izuku, katsuki, Shoto, Tenya, Eijirou, Denki, Sero, Tokoyami, Aoyama, Ojiro, Sato, Shoji, Koji!

IZUKU~

Surprising him scares him so much (poor guy) he either flinches back or starts instantly blushing. You come up behind him as quiet as can be and give him a little kiss on the cheek he will flip!

“aaAHHHHH- oh… h-hey y/n…your scared me…” “aw sorry I just wanted to give you a kiss~” “dont sneak up on me y/n! Your gunna get thrown threw a wall-” “Aw I just wanted to show you lovee!” “Warn me next time!” The whole time he was reddd~

KATSUKI~

Bro thinks he’s so cool trying to tease you with sneak kissed but the second you do it back to him it’s suddenly ‘not funny anymore’. So whenever you surprise kiss him he pushes you off and huffs like a baby

“Surprise~” “UGH WHAT ARE Y-YOU DOING!!” “Aw why so mad?” “ITS NOT FUNNY STOP IT!” He covered his face with one hand because he knows he’s turning red “aw my suki likes kissed! Mwa mwa mwaaa” “STOP!!”

SHOTO~

He doesn’t understand that he deserves kisses, especially when he didn’t do anything to ‘deserve’ the kiss. So when you surprise kiss him he is confused as he Is flustered

“W…what was that for?” “I can’t give you a kiss?” “Uhm I guess you can but I didn’t do anything-” “you don’t need too! I just wanted a kiss” “really? Well thank you…may I have another? For free?” “heh yes for free~"

TENYA~

He wants to be “cool” so bad but he can’t with you~ so whenever you give him a sneaky kiss he’s just like “stopppp :>” and either runs away or covers his face with both hands (yk how he does)

“What was that…” “uhm a kiss?” “Oh!…whatever….” “…” “heheheheehehehehe” “uh?” He just covers his face and wiggles like a weirdo- “hehe she kissed mee”

EIJIROU~

Wants to act cool and kinda does? Whenever you sneak kiss him he does it back to make it seem like not a big deal but flaunts it to his friends later~

“Aw thanks y/n! Mwa” “your so cute~!” You smother his face in kisses which he did not mind!! “T-thank you…a-again-“ “anything for youuu” 10 minutes later: “YOU GUYS SHE KISSED LIKE EVERY INCH OF MY FACE?!”

DENKI~

Yk that stupid Face he does when he short circuits, yeah he makes that face intentionally when you scare him with a kiss on the cheek. He jumps, maybe yelps a little then he realizes it’s you and makes that stupid face-

“AUH!” “It’s me…?” “Oh…. (-ヮ-)” “don’t ever make that face at me again what-” “sorry! You just caught me off gaurd!” “You just want another kiss huh?” “Yes.” “Fine but that face is not cute”

SERO~

The only time it ever really gets to him is if it’s in public!! So when you sneak up on him and give him a kiss when he’s with his friends he will get so flustered and pushes you away while looking at the ground~

“Mwaa hey babe” “Y/N?!” “What?” He pushes you out of ear shot from his friends “d-dont do that infront of my friends! It’s embarrassing!” “Is being kissed embarrassing or is you being red embarrassing?” “Shut up.” He walks back to his friends acting like you didn’t exist . Later when you give him the silent treatment for ignoring you he won’t leave you alone till he gets another kiss

TOKOYAMI~

Most of the time dark shadow snitches on you before you even get to him, but the few times you sneak past him is so cute! When you startle him with a cheek kiss he jump and his feathers puff out in fear. Then acts like he wasn’t scared at all

“No need to puff up it was just a kiss?” “Uh? Puff up I don’t know what you mean.” “Your feathers are puffed out? Ohhh you got scared!!” “Not possible!” “Deny it all you want!…you are really fluffy though” “stop!” He turns his back to you so he can be flustered in peace

AOYAMA~

Stuck up little shit. But you know it’s all in good fun, he does love you but sometimes you think he loves himself a little more which he doesn’t (off character ik, it’s a HC ok!) so mostly when you surprise kiss him he just makes it abt him-

“Aw y/n~ id Kiss me every second of the day too!” “Uh-” “I am so awfully dazzling I couldn’t resist either~” “ok no more kisses for you.” “WAIT WHAT NO?”

OJIRO~

Smart boy so he has made it a habit of keeping his tail circled around him so he can feel your footsteps through the floor, or trip you (LOL) so the only way you can get him is when he is sitting. He thinks he’s safe when he’s sitting but he isn’t

You creep up behind him and grab his shoulder, you pull your head around his and give him a very aggressive kiss! “GOTCHAA” “y/n that’s not fair I wasn’t ready for that!” “It is so fair, I get to kiss you, and you get a kiss from me! Fair!” “Ugh! Next time warn me! So I can trip you” “what?”

SATO~

Big boy! He isn’t scared of surprise kisses at all, shockingly he is one of the few who don’t even flinch at all. So you just jump on his back randomly and smother his cheeks with kisses!

“Sneak attack! Mwa mwaaa MWAAA” “y/n~ stop!” “Why???” “Cuz i want a real one!” He points to his lips and you gave him a soft smooch there too! He also likes it when you squish is face when kissing himm

SHOJI~

Another one who doesn’t get scared, just really shy. You have seen him without a mask but he is still a little insecure about it (writing abt that later😍). So when you pull his mask down and kiss his lips he hides away sometimes~

“Shoji?” “Yes love?” You pull his mask down to give him a soft kiss on his lip before pulling it back up to not make him uncomfortable. He broke “that’s all~” “one moment…” he just crouches to the ground to hide for a second to think of a plan. When he’s done hiding he comes back up and kisses you back with rosy cheeks!

KOJI~

Just don’t, he will die, From being scared and or flustered. You have to warn him no matter what! So it normally goes like this

“Hey koji” “um…yes?” He only talks in private or if it’s important! “Im warning you, I’m gunna kiss you” “…hu-” smooch “there!…you gunna be ok?” He collapses to the ground hiding in his knees which are against his chest “mhm…” “your so cute~” “*squealing noise*”

Not proooooof readdddd cuz I’m lazyyyy😍

Literally gunna write class 1B next they need more love cuz they such cutiesss

[patchiko]

Arkham Knight Relationship HCS !! <3

( light nsfw, mostly SFW tho!! )

literally my wife ( i made this pic idc abt creds i just wanna talk abt it)

SFW !! <3

dying on this hill when i say basically any red hood would be soo yummy with a civilian or just someone who is extremely balanced.

im a red hood needs more fucking normalcy in his life TRUTHER.

relationship starts off slow, romantic and platonic, you need to be patient with him long enough for him to get over his mental dilemmas to feel ANY-TYPE of way towards you.

more then like 6 months lets be real yall

his way of bonding is quality time. ill die on this hill, especially at the start of the relationship. Nothing huge maybe just spending a couple extra minutes around you before leaving.

next is probably gift giving, esp with early relations, probably just gonna order you food or put fifty bucks on your countertop. you dont even notice until you realize you find a fifty around the last place he was standing. expect deliveries from R.H whenever he feels bad for something.

doesn't like being around for too long, feels like he's messing up something. ruining your day by keeping you up late (he was there for fifteen minutes), ruining your mood, (there was an awkward silence for like 30 seconds.)

not a overly conscious thought process though, he feels physically he isn’t supposed to be there. for whatever subconscious thing he picked up on, a awkward silence, or hes been there 15 minutes too long or something

well sometimes he'll mentally beat himself up.

he spirals a lot, needs someone to pull him out of that.

i think when he needs to be grounded, its not just comfort its making him feel alive in the present moment. he's never gonna truly forget about his traumas but maybe for just an hour or two; running around an arcade, walking around the city. just making him feel normal, yeah you BAGGED his ass quick.

he needs someone patient, really patient, someone whos very attentive and empathetic. (but not a complete push- over def needs someone to set him in line still)

i think if you move to quickly, he'll get super snappy and ghosting you,, ong put ur hands on him too early and he's left hooking you.

yeah you're waking up and the first thing your hearing is "Its been 12 years..."

second thing you hear is "you've been in a coma for.. 12 years."

third thing you're hearing is, " we think a bus hit you...”

obviously not touchy, even when he is settling down. hes just not sure how to .. or where to .. or why he wants too.

please his mental gymnastics get so crazy, just sit down with him and put on some silly ass movie so he stops

when he’s settled he cant pry himself off you though.

a lot of his expressions can definitely be told by his body language, naturally hes tense but theres certain habits he has when he's maybe thinking too much, or fustrated/irritated.

but he does all of the same for you, comfort, love, as much as he can he tries

Very attentive, has a mental list of 'shit you do when somethings wrong' or 'shit you like.'

doesn't consciously make any of these mental list, he just knows.

"didnt they say they liked this?" He pauses "shit ill just leave it at their window."

so he's like canonically smart as shit.

you have too much work from your boss or professor? hand it over its done in less then two hours.

literally buys you groceries and pays your bills (fucking lover boy.)

arkham knight finally figuring out how to ask for a hug (hes been dead silent for 5 minutes) (link) <— insta reel

HES A CHEM/HISTORY NERD FOR SURE

NSFW !! <3

probably- A FUCKING VIRGIN !! HES A NERD !! GETS AWKARD AS SHIT. WITH RAGING COMMITMENT AND TRUST ISSUES !! (will still die4you tho)

AGAIN, not in a "my soft squishe potato always been scared of sex" way but in a ‘oh my god hes so unsocialized’ way.

yall ever see a big ass dog just..standing.. literally him (hes dissociating)

genuinely dont believe that when he was arkham/training to be, he was sexually or romantically involved with anyone. the last thing that was on his mind was actually pursuing a sexual or romantic relationship.

along with his trauma, he just wasn’t comfortable with any of that.

ghosted so many people..

couldn’t flirt for more then five minutes, just stopped feeling it or got uncomfortable .

I AM ANTI ARKHAM KNIGHT BEING A SEX GOD

not that he’s horribly awkward, but he’s noticeably a bit more quiet for first times.

ofc this man has watched porn n’ shit but hes smart enough to know thats not what its really like.

he’ll still figure it, what makes you tic, what you love, what makes you most comfortable.

kinda shitty at dirty talk, just makes him buffer.

he gets better at it tho, too damn good

gets so snarky and confident about it too uuhgrr

late relationships hes smirking and chatting your ears off cause you know hes gettin you turnt.

he has a love-hate relationship with his scars. 95% they remind him of his past, but 5% hes alright with them because they’ve shown what hes been through.

deep, deep, deep, deep, deep down, he knows hes fine as fuck. TRUST YALL.

again, super observant and attentive. really pays attention to what you enjoy.

I genuinely don’t believe hes into super hardcore/painful kinks or anything.

Sex for him is definitely a way of showing his trust and intimacy with someone!! Let him show you how much he loves you and how much he wants to make you feel good! Do the same to him !!

mmm tell him how good hes doing and hes a absolute mess!!

praise him! PRAISE HIM *im yelling from the hospital bed im strapped down on*

wouldn’t let you ride for awhile, but once he’s comfortable with it ,, he’s actually obsessed.

cant see him bottoming , just wouldn’t be comfortable with it

my brain is getting messy so im stopping here! feedback and comments would be cool if you wanna drop some!

[d0youc0py]

So, I have a request for angst, but with Young Reader, and they actually do call them an ask for help or a place to stay for a bit because of a nasty fight they got into with their parents and just need to leave the situation, perhaps they could have hid an injury(Welt, slap mark, bruising) from the boys only for boys to see it when they take off their coat/jacket. Its cool if you dont feel comfortable with this ask, you dont have to do it.

“Hey, John.” You started into the phone.

“You alright, Honey?” He questioned. You nearly rolled your eyes. The man had known you since you were as tall as his knee and could always tell when something was wrong.

“Not really.” You lied. You scrunched your face and took a deep breath. “Actually yeah- my mom came home in one of her moods again, but”-

“Where are you? I’ll come and get you.”

You could hear his car keys jingle on the other line and the familiar sound of his truck door slamming shut.

“I’m at the park down the street.”

“Hold tight, honey. I’ll be right there.”

It was about a fifteen minute wait. John lived all the way out in the country, another thing you loved about him. His truck pulled up and he quickly hopped out to open the door for you.

“Thanks John.” You sighed, giving him a quick hug.

“Course, honey. Now how about we go get some dinner, hmm?” He patted your back. It was gentle but enough to make you wince.

He took you to your favorite restaurant, the same one your father use to take you to. He sat across from you, not needing to look over the menu. His soft blue eyes trained on you.

“You ready to talk about it?” John asked. Your eyes peered up from behind the menu. You don’t know why you were even looking at it in the first place. You always ordered the same thing.

“Same old thing.” You responded, sifting in your seat.

“Don’t give me that, honey.” He pressed. “You’ve never called me before. I always hear about a fight after I’ve shaken you down.” He offered you a small smile. It’s wasn’t one of pity, but understanding. He’s always been there for you, so why won’t you just tell him the truth?

“Don’t get mad.” You whispered. John instantly faltered. It was a common cycle. When he was on leave he’d take you out at least two times a week. You’d tell him about some shitty thing your mom said to you and he’d race over to your house and threaten her to knock it off. She’d be on her best behavior for about a week, then the cycle would repeat itself. “Look you’re already upset.” You gave a fake chuckle.

“Honey.” He huffed. His eyes bore into yours with such intensity it made your tiny hairs stand up.

“It started off just like our fights always do. She started yelling and I just made my way to my room to bunker down for the night.” You stopped to take a small sip of your water.

“You locked the door?” John hummed. He had built you a special lock to go on your door.

“I didn’t make it that far.” You murmured, tears forming in your eyes. John’s hand reached across the table attaching to yours, giving you an encouraging squeeze. “She threw something at me.” You whispered.

“Threw something at you.” He repeated.

“I know it so stupid.” Your hands left his to paw at your eyes. You hated crying. His hands remained on the table giving you the option to return to him.

“She hurt you honey? That’s the furthest thing from stupid.”

“It was one of those ceramic cats she collects. It hit me in the back.” You gasped. You wouldn’t doubt if there was a large bruise forming as you spoke. “Do you mind if I stay with you for a little bit? Just till things cool down?”

“Honey, you could come live with me.” He assured. This wasn’t the first time he offered, but giving the increasing hostility your mother was showing this was the first time you really considered it.

“I don’t think I can just live with you, John. Isn’t that illegal- like kidnapping or something.” You sputtered.

“That’s not for you to worry about, honey. I’ll handle everything, just take some time and think about it.”

He woke up to the sound of glass shattering so loud it sounded like it was in his room. His body made quick work of throwing the covers off and heading towards his front door. He didn’t bother to shut his door behind him or throw on a pair of shoes. His body was already hot and shaking with anger. His fist pounded against your front door giving some warning of his presence before he used his shoulder to nearly split the door open.

He quickly found you on the floor your mother grabbing at your hair.

“Shit!” Your father yelled from the kitchen. Your father had been enjoying the whole spectacle of your mother tormenting you with a smile and a beer in his hand. Your mother look up at Simon, her own eyes growing wide with fear. He grabbed her by the arm throwing her backwards off of you.

“Who the fuck do you thi”- Your father started.

“Shut up and sit down.” Simon growled. Your father quickly obeyed siting down at the counter, your mother scurrying backwards to join him.

“Come on kid, on your feet.” He was soft with you, refusing to add anymore trauma to the situation. He wrapped an arm around your middle to steady you and you hid your face in shame.

“You can’t just take them. I’ll have the police dow”- Your father spoke up again.

“I told you to shut it. And what? You gonna call the police on me tough guy? Do it.” Simon spat. Your father piped down again the realization of his threat setting in. Simon led you out of your apartment and into his own. “Sit down, tell me where you’re hurt. Might need to take you to the hospital after that one, kid.”

The only way you could respond was through sobs. You practically threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his middle. He sighed softly, not in contempt but in mercy. He wrapped a bulky arm around you, using your head as a chin rest. He related to you in all the worst ways.

“I don’t wanna go back.” You sobbed against him.

“I know you’re scared.” He said softly. “You’re gonna stay with me for a while, yeah? You have a key anyways might as well.”

He groaned as his phone went off from somewhere in his bed. He patted around, his eyes burning as the made contact with the blinding light.

Your face lighting up his phone ripped the drowsiness from his body.

“What’s wrong, kiddo?” His voice was gruff and he cleared his throat.

“Mac.” You cried from the other end.

“Fuckin hell.” He growled. “Where are you, sweetheart?”

“I’m sorry. They just started yelling at me and I got scared and now I don’t know what to do.” You sobbed.

“You did exactly what you were suppose to do. You called me. Now take a few breaths and tell me where you are. It’s late you shouldn’t be out by yourself.” He slipped his feet into his shoes and grabbed his keys from the entry table. He opened the door only to come face to face with you. His face scrunched as he took in your appearance. Your hair a mess, your face tear stained and you were shaking uncontrollably.

His heart dropped when he caught sight of a ruby colored mark on your cheek.

“That better not be what I think it is.” He gritted. You just cried harder. “Inside, now.” He snipped, making room for you brush past him.

“No, Mac please.” You sobbed. Your hands fled towards his arm and you leaned against him. You needed comfort. You needed assurance that everything was going to be okay.

“I’ll be back in twenty minutes. I can’t just let them get away with it Y/N.” He snarled. He gave you a kiss on the head. He began to pull his arm away but you just gripped him harder.

“Mac, please. I need you.” Your voice was soft. So weak and so vulnerable it made him stop dead in his tracks. “Please.” You whispered again. An apology flowed from his mouth and he quickly wrapped two strong arms around you, pulling you tight against him. You instantly relaxed.

“You’re right.” He murmured. “You’re safe now.”

“Ky, Can I stay with you please?”

You had asked him that a little over a week ago. He agreed immediately- perks of being one of his most favorite people on the planet. You didn’t really tell him why, just that you had gotten into a small ‘altercation’ with your parents.

That brings you to where you are today.

“If you don’t want me I can just leave Kyle.” You huffed, already collecting your things from the guest bedroom.

“Lovie, don’t do that!” He shouted after you. “My door is always open for you and you know that. I would just like to know exactly what happened. Considering you’re practically living with me now I think I have a right to know.” He explained. He grabbed the things out of your bag, hanging them up again.

“Kyle, stop! I’ve obviously overstayed my welcome. I’ll be out for your hair in no time.” You rubbed at your face harshly, trying to rid yourself of any tears.

“Y/N. Enough. Please stop.” His words were firm. It made you cry harder. “I didn’t mean to upset you so bad.” He assured. His hands came up and grabbed your wrists so he could get a better look at your face. He pulled you close to him. “I also need to know how upset I should be with your parents. If it’s really bad we need to get you out of there.” He explained. You sniffled, wiping at your face again.

It was then he saw it.

A deep purple bruise on your wrist. How didn’t you flinch when he grabbed it?

“That answers my question.” He sighed. You gasped and pulled your sleeves down. “Is that the only one?” He pressed. His fingers rested under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. He repeated his question.

You softly shook your head.

“I have one on my side too.” You sniffed.

“Y/N look at me please.”

You did as he requested.

“I’m going to do everything I can to make sure you don’t have to go back, okay? But I need you to be completely honest about everything, yeah?”

A small sob left you and you quickly wrapped your arms around him.

“I love you, Ky.”

[poppy-metal]

art w... art w a tennis girlfriend... he's good, he's alright, he isn't patrick and he sure as fuck isn't tashi, doesn't get a lot of sponsors or anything bc this is just for fun, for the most part.

on one of those trips for a tournament he mets you. you talk and maybe he has a crush. a tiny one. you talk all night – he lives with his grandma, he goes to stanford, his best friend is the zweig guy – and in the and, you ask him if he'll watch your match. he nods, "yeah- i wouldn't dream of missing it, i'll be there."

he is there. he's fucking fascinated too. that tiny crush begins to grow. when it ends you're all sweat and glory, your eyes move over the crowd like you're looking for something and when they lay on him, you smile.

he waves. standing up, art waves at you, a own smile forming on his face, and you wave back– then there's a picture with the headline who is art donaldson's girlfriend?

he starts receiving a bunch of emails, offers, promo. everyone wants to have a piece of that spotlight, wants to put him in the front, help him step up. only thing they request is that is you two do it together.

basically the 'fake dating art' no one really saw coming but it's not a bad thing at all – 🌟

AURRRRRR

fakedating!art except it was never fake to him it was only always so so serious but he doesn't know how you feels and he'd do anything for you and when you say it'd be good for both your publicity he doesn't really give a fuck about how it helps him but he wants to help you so he agrees. he agrees even though he knows it'll make him miserable! its a sweet kind of torture though - he gets to hold your hand in public, he gets to go on dates with you, he gets to put his arm around you and nuzzle his nose into your hair and inhale and just pretend for a little while - that this isn't for the paparazzi, that its just for him - that the way you lean into his touch, into him, means you're savoring it too.

of course, when you're around the block and you pull away - out of his embrace - he feels the worst he's ever felt. genuinely sick to his stomach. feels even worse when hes staring at his ceiling later with his soft dick in his hand - cum cooling on his stomach - post orgasm shame hitting him hard because you're not his. he doesn't have the right to use the memory of how your waist felt in his palm as fuel to get off - but he knows he'll do it again, and he'll keep doing it, because he'll take whatever he can, even if its pretend to you.

(its not pretend to you. you think you're helping him - you dont really need the publicity to boost your career, but he does and you really want to help him you want to be his biggest cheerleader, you think hes so magical on the court - refined and poised and beautiful - you didn't account for just how fucking good it'd feel to have art donaldson as your fake boyfriend, a little too on the side of real with the way butterflies take flight in your tummy the minute you lay eyes on his halo of curls and that dimpled smile - fuck. and the way he holds you - touches you - so simply and naturally like its so easy - sliding his fingers down your arm before interlacing your fingers, squeezing your palm. the way he listens to you on dates even though they're fake and not real but hes such a good actor - you think if tennis ever falls through he'd be an amazing actor. you have to detach yourself from his arms as soon as possible whenever you're sure you're out of sight because you need to remember its not real. he doesn't want you like that, not really. you're just helping him. its not real.)

(that doesn't stop you from sliding a hand into your panties and feeling through your wet slit and thinking about his body - the amount of it that'd you'd seen - his arms and his thighs and his shoulders and back - his fucking hands and mouth - those fucking fingers - long and slender pumping inside you, that pink mouth at your clit, those blue eyes looking up at you from between your legs. and the parts you haven't seen - his cock. god - oh god - oh god - )

(you avoid looking at him the next day. cant stop thinking about how you made yourself cum so hard your leg cramped just thinking about his dick pushing inside you - shameful and horrible of you - you're the worst -)

you dont look at him the next day, and it feels like the universes way of punishing him for wanting more than he's allowed. for touching his cock to the thought of sinking it inside you and claiming you as his - he knows he's the worst.

he bends down when hes close to you, lips brushing your ear.

"we should plan a breakup soon."

he doesn't want to be a burden anymore.

("we should plan a breakup soon." and your gut twists. of course - you'd run your course hadn't you? he was recognizable on the street now. he didn't need you anymore.)

("i agree." you say back. it sounds bitter on your tongue.)

[fandomfucker]

I loveeee the singer and rhea headcanons you write could you do one where the reader is an actress? Maybe they meet through the reader getting cast in a movie that involves around wwe so she spends time going to matches and backstage

YES

Also, the years are different because that's how i want it and I said so🤷‍♀️

You'd have starred in that movie Fighting With My Family (just a different year though)

Since a big part of Saraya's story was Wrestlemania, you were invited to that years Wrestlemania, just a month or two before you started filming

The one you were invited to was Wrestlemania 39 and you were able to go to not only day 1, but also day 2 and got backstage VIP treatment

You got to meet a bunch (if not all) the wrestlers and had a heart-to-heart with Triple H

Rhea saw you first

She was nervous and jumping around shaking out her hands when she saw you walk down the hallway past her open door

Her heart stopped as did her nervous bounces

She kinda just automatically walked out of her room and watched you walk down the hallway until she couldn't see you anymore

She turned around and caught Dominik laughing at her

He told her who you were and told her to go for it

She didn't have the confidence until a little after winning her match against Charlotte

"Oh my god! Congratulations on your win! I'm Y/n Y/l/n, its so cool to finally meet you. You, uh, you looked really good out there."

"Yeah, you too. Thanks, uh-would you maybe, wanna, like, I dont know, get a drink or something after the show? You dont have to if you dont want to but-"

"I'd love too! And...maybe you could teach me a thing or two about wrestling?"

"Yeah, for sure"

You'd never seen her so nervous and it remained that way until she wound up proposing

But she just thought you were so fucking hot

Little did she know, you were just as affected as she was. you're just better at hiding it

soon as you walked away from yalls first meeting you were blushing and stuttering so bad someone asked if they needed to get you medical help

You were able to watch the matches from the guerilla and get a feel for the environment; the stakes, the people, the emotions, everything so that you'd be able to replicate it for the movie

You studied peoples moves, not only how they moved individually but together

Letting each other know what they were going to do, setting up, taking the bump, everything

You watched Rhea the closest though

It was just because she and Saraya seemed to have a lot in common in the way their characters looked is what you told yourself. Totally not cause she was absolutely gorgeously lethal in the ring

She helped you spare alongside the people actually hired to teach you for the movie. The wrestling with Rhea was more effective because that was her expertise

You definitely learned a lot but you only ever won when she let you

But with her looking the way she does when she riptides you, losing really doesn't sting too bad

You officially start dating around the time the movie comes out later that year, she was your date to the premiere and you guys wore matching outfits and it was perfect

Once you moved on to other projects, Rhea found solace in watching some of your previous stuff she hadn't seen before but found that she could NOT stand watching you scream or cry or be covered in blood (and god forbid a combination of the three)

You woke up once at 2 am to a call from her, checking to make sure you were ok and to hear your voice after she watched a show where your character was tortured nearly to death

She doesn't watch any of your horror/sci-fi stuff anymore

Shes always your premiere date though unless she absolutely has to work in which case you just go alone, but together you always match

She does love the stuff your in where youre not being harmed though and she'll watch them over and over again

She has at least one poster from everyone of your projects up somewhere in her house

Plus an abundance of your merch

Like way too much for any normal person

Kinda gives off Tom Holland and Zendaya vibes, but you each think that you're Tom and your girlfriend is Zendaya (if that makes sense)

Rhea about has a stroke when she find out you guest starred in an episode of Supernatural when you were younger

The Fighting With My Family movie is Rhea's favorite though and harbors the most merch since thats how yall met

You've gone to a ton of PPEs and RAWs since you started dating and fans freak out every time

[gamblersdoll]

𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓵𝔂!- 2

the words with the question stuck out more than anything. ‘are you in a relationship?’ rung through his head for weeks at a time. he could have just said no, but then, couldnt it be disrespectful to you?

shit, now he sounds delusional since you aren’t dating him.

he sat in his office most of the day, just pondering on the question and the fact that he couldnt even respond right. he also fucked himself bad when he clicks on your ‘Instagram’ and sees you in your pretty bikini top.

only just the fact you had your arm around some other man, who just so happened to be a classmate. no biggie right? couldnt be.

yet, he kept staring at you. he stares at the birthmark right on your sternum, the small birth mark in your arm and throat. he’s seen them before, but its so much different now.

shit, he was off the deep end for you. and the whole thought process of how youre only a little bit younger than him, and the scandal he could put you in since you were in a mentorship with him. he needs to save people, he wants to. yet, he’s debating on if they mean that much like you.

he also hated how hot it can get in japan, weather sitting at a ninety nine degree temperature at night. both you and him were patrolling since tokoyami was underage and couldnt be out.

thank god that he brought water though, the good kind at that.

“so uh, how was the beach, little one?” hawks mindlessly asked, looking around while you did the same.

“it was fine, it was just somewhat crowded and hot. i dont even know why i went.” you say, you reminded everyone that depending on what temperature it was outside, you could go. heat wasnt one, you hated it.

“ah, well, it is a beach.” he replied back, gathering himself back next to you. “any fun this weekend?”

“i dont know yet. probably not.” you say, shrugging it off and walking beside him. the cool breeze goes through your hair, you sighing in relief that you could at least feel it through your clothes as well.

shit, she’s free this weekend? he thought to himself, ever so occasionally side eyeing you to see if you were looking at him, were you looking at him? no. damnit.

his hands get sweaty in his gloves, him feeling like some highschool kid in love with the popular pretty girl who just so happened to give him a chance. he clears his throat and looks away from you to see anything else.

fuck, you were actually shorter than him, so you were actually a little one… which only turns him on more. he wasnt a big build, but he was still somewhat bigger than you.

“you wanna.. grab something to eat?” he asked, pointing to the ramen shop up the street and smiled. “its on me this time since you basically saved my ass yesterday.”

but you practically saved him in general.

“yeah, sure!” you say, cheerful that they’ll have so much air conditioning inside the shop. plus, youre craving a good ramen.

he also gathers that you do a little ‘happy dance’ when you finally get food. you wiggle side to side in your seat, a relaxed sigh in your throat and, your mood increases. do you even know you do this? probably not. shit, you probably do, you do this just so he can say something about you.

the fuck is wrong with me? he questions that daily, and he can only think about that one question until your body spray wafts into his nose, causing a dopamine rush to his brain and he has to stop himself from his eyes rolling back into his head.

fuck, was he some damn addict?

there’s hints of some fruit, he doesnt get what though. he also smells coconut and now hes only curious, pausing on eating his food. hes gotta know what it is, he had to. he cant just ask you because thatll seem weird. it seem creepy for your mentor asking what body spray you use.

was he actually going to find a time to sneak in and find out for himself later?

[cloudcountry]

mushrooms and mayhem

Genre/Tropes: Mutual pining!! Jade uses a LOT of pet names!!

Summary: In order to get back at Octavinelle for messing with them, some Heartslabyul students stir up trouble for you. Jade, funnily enough, doesn't like that very much.

Author's Comments: BUCKLE UP GUYS I WROTE AN ANGRY JADE!!! I'VE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE ABOUT THE SIDE OF JADE WE DONT RLLY SEE THAT MUCH FOR A BIT SO HERE IT IS!!!!!!! He's also mildly uhhh possessive so yeah. There is physical violence here also so watch out for that!!

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The leaves on your succulent were starting to shrivel.

Tilting your watering can towards the plant, you let the water pour and soak into the soil. Humming a tune to yourself, you watered the rest of them carefully. Setting the watering can down once you finished, you took some time to check on Jade’s mushrooms, which were growing right next to your succulents. He insisted on placing your plants right next to each other, and even though you didn’t understand his reasoning, you agreed.

(Succulents needed quite a bit of sunlight and very little water, while mushrooms needed darkness and a moist environment. They could not have been more different, but Jade made it work somehow.)

He was so cool.

The log seemed to have housed the new mushrooms beautifully, their little clusters slowly making their place in the rotting wood. You felt happy at his success, knowing how much Jade was looking forward to his mushrooms growing.

Taking out your phone, you took a quick picture of them and sent them to him.

Your mushrooms are doing great!!

A smile worked its way onto your face as the little bubble at the bottom of your text changed to read. Of course he had his phone on him, he always responded to your messages very quickly. The small typing bubble popped up in the other corner as you stared down at your phone, waiting anxiously for his response.

Thank you for checking in on them, Little Pearl. I appreciate it.

You squealed at the nickname, doing a little dance before clutching your phone to your chest. The nickname was something you adore, but had never quite gotten used to.

With hearts swarming around your head, you set the cloth back in place and picked back up your watering can. You might as well check on the rest of your plants too, since you had the time. You went to check in on your spider and snake plants, both of which seemed to be doing well too. You felt your spirits droop a bit when you realized you’d have to leave your little sanctuary, but cheered up when you realized that you could now go see Jade. Unlocking your phone again, you started to type out another text.

No problem! Anything for you!

You stopped, heat creeping up your cheeks.

Wait, was that too forward? What if he thought that was weird?

Steeling yourself, you didn’t hit backspace and kept typing.

I’m heading over to the Mostro Lounge to see you, so wait for me there!

Sending it, you started at your phone and waited for a response. You never had to wait long, and like always, he began typing quickly.

I’ll be looking forward to it.

This time he sent you a picture of your favorite drink, Floyd’s eyeball in the bottom corner of the screen making you choke on your laughter.

Apologies for Floyd. He insisted he say hi to you.

SHRIMPY COME QUICK OR I’LL COME GETCHA!!! >:3 !!!!! <333

Beaming at your phone screen, you savored the moment before slipping it back in your pocket. Placing the now empty watering can on the nearby table, you began your walk back to the front of the botanical gardens.

“Stupid…Gonna get them back…come on…now…nobody…”

Stopping in your tracks, you strained your ears to catch bits of the conversation. It seemed like they were talking around the area in which your succulents were, but they didn’t sound like Jade or Floyd. You began to move closer, this time slowly, holding your breath and silencing your footsteps just like Floyd had taught you during last year's Beanfest. As you peeked into the clearing in which your plants were, you took notice of three figures around Jade’s log.

“Hey, doesn’t the Prefect come around here sometimes to check on this piece of trash?” one student asked, nudging the log with his foot, “Aren’t they supposed to show up soon?”

“Nah man, they just left. I made sure to watch out for them.” another student answered, “This is the perfect opportunity to get back at those Octavinelle bastards. We shouldn’t waste it.”

You narrowed your gaze, eyes flickering over each of their figures. All of them were relatively tall. Two had brown hair, one was blonde. All of them were Heartslabyul students. You definitely hadn’t seen them around before, but you could ask Ace and Deuce about them if they did anything fishy.

The group circled Jade’s log, throwing off the black cloth, your eyes widened as one of them raised their foot, clearly about to smash the log to smithereens.

“Stop!” you yelled, jumping out into the small clearing, “What do you think you’re doing?!”

“Ack-! It’s them! Dude, you said they’d be gone by now!” one of them hissed, taking a few steps backward.

“Idiot, it doesn’t matter! They’re magicless, we can take them!” the one who had his leg raised over the log smirked at you, “What, you don’t want to see this log gets smashed? Is it important to you?”

“You want to get back at Jade, right? Well that log isn’t his! It’s my mushrooms. You’ll be destroying someone else’s things.” you lied, brain running a mile a minute to get his mushrooms to safety.

“Hm. I don’t believe you.” He snickered, stepping away from the log, “But hey, if we need to beat you up before getting to the main event, I’m game.”

You steeled yourself against the three students, sneakily removing your phone from your back pocket. A quick few taps and you sent your location to Jade’s phone. He knew where you were, but sending him your location would tell him everything he needed to know.

You were in trouble.

“Why are you so intent on destroying those mushrooms?” you asked, trying to stall for time so you could figure out a way to save them.

“What do you mean, why?” one of them scoffed, stalking towards you with a fearsome glare, “Azul messed with one of our friends. Cheated him out of a deal. We’re going to get him back tenfold!”

Azul doesn’t do that. He’s just smarter than the rest of you.

“Then go for Azul. Why go for the Leech brothers?” you furrowed your brow, “That doesn’t make any sense.”

“That’s none of your business!” he yelled, leering at you as he got a bit too close for your comfort, “Quit talking and scram!”

“No. I can’t let you destroy my plants!” you shouted, holding your ground as your heart pounded in your chest.

“Grah! Whatever, just smash it!” he huffed, grabbing your upper arm harshly, “This bitch isn’t going to let it go.”

A loud smash echoed through the greenhouse before you could process what had just happened. Tears filled your eyes as you gazed upon the broken log, the mushrooms Jade tried so hard to grow scattered across the ground as the other two boys stomped mercilessly on them.

“You bastards!” you screamed, punching the one that grabbed you hard in the stomach.

He staggered back in surprise, clutching his stomach with wide eyes. His two companions began to laugh, cracking their knuckles as they surrounded you.

“Aww, did that upset you? Why don’t you run to Jade then?” the blond one mocked, pulling his fist back as if about to punch you.

You got into the fighting stance Vil had taught you, prepared to defend yourself so you could do just that.

“They don’t need to.”

That voice had never sounded so beautiful to your ears, the blood rushing to your brain and the adrenaline running through your veins doing nothing to stop you from turning your back on the enemy. Jade stood in the pathway, eyes dark with rage. You briefly registered one of the students grabbing you again as his eyes flashed dangerously,

“Oh my.” he hummed, stepping into the clearing, slowly taking off his gloves, one finger at a time, “It seemed I’ve stumbled upon a scuffle.”

“Jade, I’m so sorry. I tried to stop them-!” you called out,  squirming in the student’s hold, “I promise I tried.”

“I know you did.” he met your gaze, the rage giving way to something soft and affectionate for a moment, “Let me take care of this, dear.”

“So these were your mushrooms!” one of them shouted, putting his fists up as he eyed Jade, “This is to get you back for what you did to our friend!”

The one holding you yelled in agreement, tightening his grip on you and you tried kicking and punching and anything to get out of his hold and go to Jade.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I’d have to give you a good squeeze…and we wouldn’t want that.” he hissed, clenching his fists, “I don’t like it when people touch what’s mine.”

The first punch thrown was caught in Jade’s fist as he threw one right back. Your eyes widened at the display of strength from a man that always seemed so composed, often staying in the shadows and lurking while his twin started the fights. Watching him fight now, you were aware of the raw power he possessed, and knowing that power was being let loose to protect you made your heart seize.

The fight was over before you could even process what happened, the tight arms of the Heartslabyul student sliding away from your form as he rushed to defend his friends. You could do nothing but fall to your knees and watch as Jade’s dark eyes turned to you, the three students groaning in pain on the ground.

“I do hate getting physical. I’m sorry you had to see that.” he murmured, stooping down to your level, “Are you okay, Little Pearl?” 

“I’m sorry too.” you mumbled, falling face first into his chest as the adrenaline slowly left your system.

“Oh, sweet thing…” he hummed, petting the back of your head, “Thank you for trying to protect my mushrooms. Don’t put yourself in danger like that next time, okay?”

“I didn’t want to make you sad. I know you worked hard for them.” you said, peeking up over his shoulder at the three students, “I’m…I’m sorry it got to that.”

“It’s okay, dear. It’s not your fault at all.” he smiled, teeth sharp and dangerous, “They dared to cross me, and that is the treatment they shall receive. I can always grow more mushrooms, but I could never replace you. Please be more careful.”

You said nothing, opting to hold him tightly instead. He cooed comforting words into your ear, rubbing circles on your back.

“I’ll call Floyd over here to make sure they’re taken care of. Rest assured, they will not touch you or your plants.” he said, hands slowly leaving your skin as he stood up, “Follow me, dear. Let’s get you fixed up...and that drink I promised. It’s on the house.”

[the-s1lly-corner]

TADC CAST COMFORTING THE READER WHEN THEY HAVE A NIGHTMARE

been a minute since i did a group post like this; might make a crp version of this too later.. though i already kind of have one of those, i might rewrite it mwehehehehe genuinely unsure if i did this before, i know i did this with jax and i had a bad dream scenario where the canon characters are the ones with the bad dream plus it wasnt the full cast but shrugs

CAINE:

i dont think he would waste anytime in waking you up, probably shakes you awake.. maybe talks really loudly too because this man is probably incapable of speaking in a whisper. he explains that he noticed you getting restless in your sleep.. what? no he totally wasnt watching you sleep...! thats not the point! since you dont need to sleep in the digital world and hes well aware of that i dont think he would try to get you to go back to sleep. if anything he might be thrilled that youre awake again because that means he can spend time with you... is it selfish? a little, yeah, but does it truly matter if you dont need rest? leaving that up to you! takes this as a chance to get started on the days activities and as a moment to have you all to himself

POMNI:

shakes you awake too, but much more gently than caine.. probably just grabs one of your shoulders and rocks you until you wake up. you likely woke her up, but i dont think she would tell you... she doesnt want you to feel bad about that... lets you know that if you want to talk about it , that shes all ears! takes one of your hands and gently pats it while you speak... offers to take you outside so you can walk around on the grounds and get some of that cool simulated fresh air.. it probably turns into both of you talking about your dreams to one another.... though, now that i think about it, can you have dreams in the digital world?

RAGATHA:

sleeps simply so she can rest her mind, so you probably wake her up with your nightmare... might take her a moment to fully realize whats happening, but i dont think she would be upset that youve woken her up due to you being freaked out. very very understanding.. switches on her bedside lamp for you if you dont want to sit in the dark. takes you into her arms and rubs circles into your back. you both kind of just sit there in bed for a while, until you calm down enough to talk about what happened.. if you feel embarrassed or ashamed about it, ragatha is going to stamp out those feelings. nightmares happen to the best of us and its nothing to feel terrible over.. i think she would check in on you throughout the day to make sure youre okay

JAX:

will not take kindly to being woken up. i dont think he would be mean or like. actually get mad at you, but i do think he would be a little annoyed... his attitude kind of says that hes 'so over it'... might even dismiss your fear in his groggy half asleep mind.. tugs you closer to him to try to get you to stop squirming. though if youre still asleep and having the nightmare i think he would wake you up just so that it gets cut off and you can recollect yourself. very blunt in telling you that you were dreaming, and that everything is fine and nothing bad is happening. tries to get you to go back to sleep so he can go back to sleep... though i do think if youre upset about his lack of attention he might try to make it up in his own way during the day when hes more awake and aware

KINGER:

he gets nightmares too, so you guys might be able to relate over that... and in a way it kind of takes away that embarrassment of getting scared and having to wake the other person up... though i dont think kinger sleeps much.. hed much rather stay awake and alert, keep an eye on his surroundings in case something terrible happens.. so your nightmare only lasts for a second, just long enough for kinger to notice and shake you awake. hushed but rushed tones while hes whispering to you asking if youre okay.. visibly calms when he realizes youre not in pain and you just had a bad dream.. offers to let you hold onto him, or maybe even walk around the halls... or would you rather he construct a pillow fort so you feel more secure? really just tell him what to do and hes going to instantly get on it

ZOOBLE:

i think they would be similar to jax in regards to them not being... that attentive when theyre woken up. i do think they would put in more effort than him, though. probably asks whats wrong.. i think they would offer a massage.. i cant explain why, i can just see it in my head. not the best given they feel like hard plastic and theyre uncoordinated from just waking up but the effort is there and it doesnt go to waste.. groggily asks if you want to talk about it.. even props themselves up so they lower the risk of falling back to sleep.. solid effort, giving them a gold star

GANGLE:

i think she'd be a light sleeper so she wakes up fairly fast when you start having your nightmare. very gently shakes you awake... going to take a minute for her to work up the nerve to wake you up since shes unsure if youre actually having a nightmare or just trying to get comfortable in the bed... very quietly asks if youre okay, is slightly relieved that you were in fact having a bad dream and she did not wake you up for nothing.. offers to le you talk about it, i think she would be a good listener... i dont think you guys would go back to sleep, you probably end up getting started on the day... or at least do some activities with one another; likely sticking to one of your rooms instead of going to one of the common areas

[rosinaparker]

I love your 9th member imagine, I love to see a full one shot. I’m not picky about the subject, maybe something happens on stage (good or bad) or maybe a conflict with another member or another group (with a positive ending)

It was an accident..

A/N: YOOO I’m so happy we’re getting requests again😭 (glad to hear you liked the 9th member imagine! Let me know if y’all wanna read more of these) -Rose

Genre: angst, with a good ending

pairing: platonic!skz x f!reader

warnings: arguments, yelling, bruises, accident happening, cursing, mad Lee know

It has been a tough week for you and the boys, lots of mistakes have been happening on stage, lots of arguments happened..the air was tense between everyone. You had managed to withdrawal from any arguments but you’re time was coming too and you knew it.

Today was a very important day. The mama show was happening. The concert you and the guys have been practicing for almost 3 weeks. Most of the petty arguments that happened earlier were starting to cool off. It wasn’t long till it was your turn on the stage. The song that you had to preform was thunderous. Not as bad as it sounds like.

Everything was going smoothly till the pants that the stylists chose for you started to get in the way. Han had already stepped on them several times, you had to pull them up constantly and to top it all off, minho tripped on them at the end, making you fall off balance as he stepped on them. You quickly catch yourself before you fall onto the ground too hard. It was a disaster, Chan waited till the lights went off and came to check up on you, a bruise was definitely forming at the knee.

Suddenly Minho took the in-ear monitor out and put his microphone away from his face.

“What the fuck was that?” He spat at you, giving you a nasty look. The others didn’t want the show to end badly, since they were still on stage. The audience was still watching, even if it was dark you could make out that someone was arguing.

“Guys dont make a scene” changbin called out. Chan saw how frustrated minho was and immediately pulled the members off the stage and into the backstage.

“Couldn’t you watch your damn step? I almost tripped to the fucking ground” he snapped back. He started pacing around the room “the whole crowd saw us falling onto the ground because of you” he groaned.

You weren’t having any of it, immediately shouting, “Its not that big of a fucking deal!”

“Guys dont argue. It was very obvious that this show was not going to be successful” hyunjin called out, trying to calm the situation but only making it worse

“It wasn’t successful because she fucked it all up again.” The other yelled, getting all up the tall ones face.

Chan got between them, making sure they don’t get violent “Hyunjin is right. The show wasn’t going to do well. And y/n wasn’t at fault here”, he points to your pants “the pants were just too long and make it hard to dance in.”

Han spoke up “i agree, i kept on stepping on them.” he gestures a ‘sorry’ to you for doing so.

“The past few weeks have been tense guys. WE have been tense.” Chan exclaimed, “we have been arguing with each other the whole time, obviously the performance is gonna fail” he sighed, turning to leeknow.

“It was an accident, stop blaming her already.”

He still looked pissed, but tried to see a different point of view “fine, fine. Sorry for bursting out like that” he glanced at you. “Sorry for making you trip” you look at the rest of the guys. You felt stressed. Shit was too much right now and you let your members down..

“I’m sorry guys-” you were cut off by felix “don’t apologize. We’ll just have to tell the staff that the pants were horrible”

It seemed like the situation had toned down, everyone went back to their seats. Eyes were following the group, whispering something to each other.

Yeah, there was no doubt that the audience knew there was a fight.

Seungmin noticed the bruise on you knee getting darker “need an ice pack for this?” He points at it.

“No i think i’ll be fine” you give him a weak smile.

“Hope you won’t limp around for the next few days” i.n butted in. The rest of the night went on quietly. The ride home was silent. It seemed a bit akward between you and minho..

As you were about to enter the dorms, he kinda holds you back “hey, are we good?” He asks quietly, to which you give him a small smile “yeah. You were just frustrated, don’t worry”

“I’ll make it up to you tomorrow. How about i buy you korean bbq?” Your face lights up, he knows how to make things better between you “sound good to me :)”

You had an ice pack pressed against your knee the whole night long though-

-Rose✩

A/N: its a bit different from what I usually write. Hope its good enough!!!

[haveihitanerve]

Okay so theres quite a bit of Batcest hate out in the world- and I do have to admit, I view the Bats as family too, which is why I can understand, but there are certain ships that i understand, after all most of them are not related biologically at all, and are under no obligation to each other to be so, bruce literally says in one comic "Whether or not they're brothers is no matter, they're both my sons" or smth along those lines, pretty much his children may all be his children but that in no way has to make them siblings anyway im getting away from myself here, a list of batcest shippings i understand and my reasoning for why people might ship them together, if you don't wanna, don't read any further🙃

Bruce/Dick: Brudick is an old ship, actually, originally they were created as a gay couple, not openly, but heavily implied, and a way for people back in the day to "legally get married" was through adoption... Anyway I like BruDick when I see it because it just works Dick understands Bruce in a way no one else ever will, he was the first one, the original, his grief and experience mirrors Bruce's in a way that makes them so similar and yet so different, he is the light at the end of Bruce's tunnel, and theres just so much that can be written about them, angsty or fluffy, whether romantic or platonic

Jason/Tim: this one I also understand, to an extent, Tim needs someone who cares for him, Jason needs someone who understands him, Tim looked up to Jason, not as much as Dick but enough, he wants Jason to come back into the family, wants Jason and Bruce to forgive each other, he sees the good in Jason when no one else does, hes stubborn in his desire to mend their relationship- Jason on the other hand once he stops trying to kill Tim actually genuinely cares for him in a way he doesn't for anyone else in the Batfam, appreciates Tim's knowledge and perspective and I do believe, I honestly am not too sure on this, but he works with Tim first before anyone else??? i'm probs wrong on that one but I think... anyway I do like their pairing- it gives a nice contrast and they usually tend to love each other wholeheartedly, almost obsessively in the fics i read, which they kinda deserve, someone who loves them so much

Bruce/Jason: this one I get, but only after the pit. They're two sides of the same coin, Jason is only more willing to go for the final step and Bruce isn't, theres just so much of their morals that collide and snap, this honestly could just be a fic/pairing i like because of the angry smut and all, but yeah i like them, I feel like romance between them would make it easier for Bruce to get his point across about why he can't murder and why its wrong, and also vice versa

Dick/Jason: the two oldest, the ones who dealt with Bruce's shit the longest. Idk but something about them, they had almost personality flips, Jason was the happy go lucky one, then he went pit mad and now hes angry and snaps and Dick was the angry one hell bent on vengeance and now he's smiling and happy and trying to keep the fam together and all that, idk jason would let dick be angry again if they're a couple and let him release all the pent up anger/repressed inside and Dick would cool Jason's anger, bring back the joy in him, etc etc

Bruce/Tim: this one I'm still a lil on the fence about, I like it because it offers another side of Bruce and Tim's relationship, and it adds another way for Bruce to show he does actually care and appreciate and love tim and wants him in his life, and its another way for tim to soothe Bruce and bring him back from the edge and etc etc... don't have too much to add bc again im on the fence but yeah

so those are all that i got for now, yeah hope that maybe explained things better, probably just made things more confusing but i just had to get it out at one point :p overall i steer away from batcest in my fics and dont like to use it like that, theyre family, brothers sisters, parents in my heart, but sometimes theres just scenarios where they fit better as romantic partners... anyway thats all

[tmwcs]

ↀOUBLE IIROUBLE - CHAPTER SIX

Sorry for the slight delay, but here is chapter six. I had to cut it short bc i'm currently babysitting but i wanted to get it to you guys. but dont worry, next chapter will have all the parts that i didnt get to finish in this one plus.....it will be Heejeong's turn ;)

Warnings: Smut....this entire chapter is just pretty much....pure smut. it goes back and forth between consensual and non-con....and it's pretty descriptive. breeding kink, HS being dominant, relentless, and yeah....unprotected sex.....umm...i think thats it. aside the fact that its intercourse between step siblings.

“H-Heeseung! Ah!”

………………….

Restrained by the grasping hold Heeseung held onto, your wrists suffered the sharpened sensation of his fingers and palms pinning them against the wall. 

You had tried your best to struggle free, even getting as far as detaching yourself from him for a brief moment before he extended his reach and caught you once more. 

“Noooooo…..come here baby….you feel so soft….touching you like this is all that’s been on my mind…”

“Stop….Heeseung stop….this…this is wrong…we can’t!”

“Oh yes we can….watch me.”

“Heeseung!”

.................

Now here you were, backed up against the wall, and the width of his enlarged frame trapping you in.

Your own step-brother…..

..................

"Upon meeting the notorious Blackbeard, his face sly with a deceiving look…

His eyes grasped on to the maiden like a fisherman’s hook.

Yet all is said and done, the man has tricked mother, father, son, and friends.

His secret will be known, a closet that reveals his darkest trends…."

……………..

Sitting you on the edge of the thin console table, his chest pushes you back, causing your shoulder blades to meet with the cool wall.

The way he propped you on the table gave him the upperhand to focus more in melting into your body as he only needed to minimally support both your weight, which allowed him to focus on getting you to surrender... 

His tux became loose as his jacket slid off his shoulders, the buttons on his collard shirt came undone, and his bow tie unraveling; his hands loop under your thighs, making you further lean back against the surface of the wall, with only the table bearing the density of your weight.

Standing and leaned forward into you, he positions himself in between your legs, loving the fact that he had you falling apart for him. 

You turned your face away, as much as you felt shameful, knowing this whole ordeal was wrong….it felt so right….it felt so good. Yet you couldn't find yourself brave enough to face him straight on; he was, after all, your stepbrother.

“Ugh…Heeseeeeeeung.”

Sucking on your neck, the squeezing sound of his lips suckling onto your skin was his only response, up until he pulls away, releasing the suction of his mouth that latched on to your soft neck. 

“Yeah baby…..” gasping a deep groan against your ear, you felt his hand reach down, snaking itself into the opening of his trousers and feeding his length out. It was long, thick, and stiff…..it was exactly what you wanted at this moment since he had you emotionally and physically dislocated. 

He didn’t immediately penetrate you, in fact, he took great pleasure in toying with you first, his own manner of performing four play. 

With his tip, he drifts it along the lining of your slit and probed your opening, all the while he slowly…..sloooooooowly licked your neck from the base to the edge of your jawline. 

“Ugh! Please!!”

“Yeah….just like that baby…..get wet for me.” 

Noticing the heat and moisture rising in between your legs, he harshly taps his lengthy cock against your clit, slapping it repeatedly and enhancing the sensitivity of each tap. 

How could he do this to you? Going against your wishes to cause a stir of raging, euphoric turmoil to take place in your gut, only to tease you…

“Please…” you whimpered. You nearly were begging at this point as your words ended in broken gasps while you softly sobbed. It was so painful. 

The tingling numbness was too much, your hips were gyrating fiercely as your thighs shook with an uncontrollable urge to wrap around his waist. Your clit and opening was pulsating, you found yourself wanting it to be filled and stuffed with every inch of him. At this point, you needed it. 

Hyperventilating, your chest rises in an up and down motion as you tried to steady your breathing, yet it was nearly impossible. The numbness in the depths of your core became stronger, you could feel the heated moisture of your body’s lubricant oozing out as you clenched your opening, trying to prevent it all from gushing out. 

Grabbing onto your arms, he pins them to your side as he slightly lifts, and adjusts your position to where your rear practically hung off the edge of the table. The back of your head and your shoulder blades remain plastered on the wall, sliding downwards as you felt him pulling you to the edge, right up against his groin. 

With your legs held taut, he centers himself to your opening, poking you with his tip as he scoffs out a sly smirk while bearing teeth.

"A little sensitive, are we?” Biting down on his bottom lip, he admits a dark chuckle while he feels you slightly jump from the shocking sensation of his probing offense.

"Pl-please....." you whined out. Initially, you may have had wanted him to stop, yet now, all you yearned for was him to be inside you.

"Come here baby......" his hands loop around your thigh in an overhead position, pulling you towards him, causing you to further slide down as your rear hangs over the edge of the table completely, your hair decorating the wall as the strands lay sporadically against it.

Propping yourself, you rest against your palms as you flatten them on the surface of the table, forcing the weight of your body to remain on stilted foundation, shifting your weight back and forth between each hand.

His thumb rubs your clit in small, circular motions as he commits tiny hip thrusts, teasing your entry with his tip as it remains in contact, yet is refrained from fully entering.

"Please....what are you doing?......." you begged as you felt your head move upwards in a small, slightly pouncing manner upon feeling him pressing against you, only to be pulled back and snapping back against the center of your slit once more.

"Shhhh.....its okay baby relax......relaaaaaaaaax......relax for big brother Heeseung." he whispers, all the while he rests his forehead against yours as he focuses his sight down on to your exposed breasts, and your clit, which he continued to rub with the padding of his thumb.

Succumbing to the edge of his teasing notion, you felt your entire body shake with a vibration that was so intense, it was unlike anything you've ever experienced. Your breathing became uncontrolled, and the moment it hitched, thats when you felt the ooze of the sweet, warm, and gushing liquid exiting from your cavity, leaking in between the folds and meeting with his skin. Feeling it drip out with his tip, he releases a prolonged sigh upon sensing the warmth of the moisture that was releasing out, kissing his tip as he rubs it up and down in between your swollen lips.

"Uuuuuh huuuuh.....you ready for me?"

"Y-yes...."

"You sure?"

"Yes...." you pleaded. Your voice releases an airy crack as you found yourself sobbing yet again from the amount of relentless pressure, numbness, and the unbearable tingle that punched your gut as each second went by. You needed to be filled, you needed him.

"Uuuuugh....please.......please....do....do something....do everything.....i just....."

"Just what?" he demanded as he continued to rub your clit, all the while staring down with an aloof expression. The tone of his voice grew stern. Whispering with a firm and solid tone, he repeats once more. "Just what?...."

"I just......ugh......I need you....." you bit down on your tongue as you finally admitted defeat. You couldn't help it, it was all his fault for bringing you at the stage you were now in, although you sensed that he looked at it from a different perspective.

He blamed you. He felt it was your fault, for merely existing....for breathing....for being yourself.....for being so beautiful and always speaking in that seducing voice that was so feminine in nature. The way he saw it, everything was your fault and he loved it. You sensed it...you knew it deep down, now that it became obvious that he was yearning for you the entire time since meeting you.

"Awww....you need me baby? Hmm?"

"Y-yes......"

"Say it again, then."

"I....I need you...."

"Yeeeeeeeeaaah.....you do." he whispers into your ear, before he places a soft kiss right on your cheek, keeping his lips in place as he rubbed his thumb in soft, circular motions against your lower back. It was so tender and romantic, it nearly caught you off guard.....until you felt the stretch of his entry.

Jolting violently, you nearly jumped off the table had it not been his firm hold in keeping you steady. With one hand looping around your lower back, and the other plastered on your inner thigh, pushing it aside, forcing you to remain fully exposed and vulnerable, his stiff muscle needed no guidance as he begins to shove himself in.

"Ugh! Ah! H-Heeseung..." you began whimpering out, continuously jolting upwards, trying to evade his entry as the feeling of being opened felt more painful than pleasurable.

Naturally, since it had been quite a while since you last had intercourse, spending all your time in college focusing on your studies, merely using a simple vibrator to get by on your urges and needs, the last time you recalled having sex was well before you started attending your university, and was graduating high school.

Yet the feeling of being breached, from when you dated someone from a different school, or even back when you had your first, well before your senior year, when you had a steady boyfriend who shared the same class, the feeling felt nothing as it had right now, with Heeseung.

The way he was built, he was more bold, hard, and strong. Everything about him was ten times more intense than the average man, which would explain why you were feeling the immense sting. What propelled you to fear more, was the fact that he hadn't even fit himself in yet, not even the tip.

"It hurts! It hurts! Please! Please stop....." You winced your eyes shut and gasped out in deep breaths, feeling your breasts rise from the inhales and pressing up against his hard chest plate.

Again, you shifted your hips upwards and away, trying to avoid him entering, yet his hold on you kept you still, and you were in no position to remove any one of your hands from the table that supported your weight, unless you had planned on falling back completely.

Slowly, you felt the skin around your cavity conforming to the bulging tip as he slowly pressed in further, finally feeding the bulbous top of his shaft in, inch by inch. If the pain was so bad with just the very tip of his cock partially entered, how was it going to feel once he starts to slide the rest of his length in?

You couldn't bear the thought, taking the risk, you quickly shifted one of your palms and pressed it against his abdominal muscles, right on his pelvis, with your palm flat against him. Pushing, you gained just a slight bit of distance as you pushed yourself back, not at all having any effect to the stallion before you. Still, it didn't matter whose body needed to move, so long as you could create a gap between you two, which you did...just a few inches, until he tugged you by the grasp he had around your lower back, harshly pinning your thigh down even more as he digs his fingers into your supple skin.

"No......." you whispered desperately as he slowly continues to fit himself inside, which was hard as he found the friction to be the result of your preserved nature in abstaining from casual and constant sex.

"You were a good girl throughout college, weren't you?" He scoffs as he inhales deeply upon savoring the feeling of your warm skin, slowly surrounding his. "I"m gonna fuck you up so good." He smirks out.

Slowly.....painfully.....little by little, he continues to feed himself in, the very tip already opening you as he starts to enter.

"Stop! Please stop! Too much! It's too much!" you cry out, your palm pressing him again, yet it was no use.

Ignoring your pleas and constant whimpering, he merely relays a calm expression under half heavy lids, watching as his muscle continues to go inside you.

"I know....it wont hurt for long, I promise....just be a good girl and take it all in, I promise I'll make the pain go away. I'll make you feel really good...like a fucking queen.....and i'm going to love doing it." He gently tones out, leaning in and placing a kiss on your forehead. The moment he did so, while he bends inward, you felt a sudden sliding of his shaft expediting its entry as his body caves into you, causing you to push against him once more, only to find that it did nothing to aid you. Instead, it fueled him with an instinctive nature of dominance and aggressiveness, you saw it by the way. he bit down on his lip and smirk out a deep chuckle. If you hadn't known any better, the man looked animalistic, and you were the prey of the raging beast.

"Almost there.....fuck baby.....you feel soooooooo good......been wanting....to feel you......wanting to make you feel good......fucking love you." He stutters out, locking your lips with his own in the process.

"No! Stop! Please take it out!" you gasped out as he kept his tongue inside your mouth.

He continues to slide in, while he massages his tongue over and under yours, stroking and complimenting your canines.

Finally, the moment you felt the base of his groin making contact with your pelvis, you gasped in relief. He was finally all in, which you had wanted, up until you felt the pain. Now that he was nestled inside you, he allowed you to regain your breathing and even guided you into taking deep breaths.

"Breathe baby.....mmm...breathe....yeah....good girl. Breathe for me."

Forming a small circle with his lips, he looked as if he was going to whistle, instead, he merely blows on your forehead, a method to faintly cool you as you took in your breaths. You weren't sweating, not yet, nor were you feeling hot, but the second you felt his breath blowing against your skin, you felt a sense of relaxation coming back to you.

The lustful numbing and tingling was calming, like a raging storm calmed by the tranquility of the sunlight, the pulsating punches were toned down as he bellowed out and remained burrowed inside your soft muscles.

"Deep breaths baby." he issued, and immediately, he begins to move in and out.

Gasping and slamming both hands on his biceps, you relied on his strength and his broad frame as you held on for dear life. Since he was already inside, remaining on the stilt platform of your hands and trying to create distance was pointless, he was so close....and was going to remain close. Yet the stinging pain remained, and you were desperate in trying to appeal to him yet again....

"STOP...stop.....stop....pl-please...oh my God.....stop...." you breathed out each word in an airy gasp as you squeezed the material of his tux, digging your fingers into his arms.

"Shhh, breathe baby." was all he murmured as he continued to move, thrusting in and out at a moderate pace. His speed was neither fast nor slow, just deep and thick.

Tilting your head back, he watches as your throat shifts up and down as your body receives his penetrating act. Up and down...up....and down.....

"Theeeeere you go.......just like that......breathe baby.....breathe." he guides in a whisper, reaching up and cradling a gentle grasp on the side of your neck, his thumb stroking in an up and down motion on the center of your throat. "Just like that......fuck....breathe for me baby girl."

Just then, he starts picking up the pace. "Yeah, breathe....uh huh...just like that....fuck....fuck you're so damn pretty."

“P-please…..n-not so hard……I-I feel like I’m breaking….”

“Come on baby, keep fucking it.” 

Increasing speed, your body was now bouncing ferociously up and down, growing weak as the base of his groin muscles slam into you. The sting transitions into a burning sensation from being slightly torn open, yet the tingling and numbing sensation turned into something that was so very pleasant......so much in fact, that you began to release prolonged moans of erotic nature.

"Uuuuugh...."

"Oh fuck....good girl......keep going, i fucking love the way you sound and look right now."

"Uuuuuuuuuugh...mmmm.....mmmmmmmm.....uuuuugh..."

"Yeah....good girl. Fuck it...my good girl."

The sound of his skin kissing yours as he slaps his pelvis against you, thrusting his muscle in and out, twitching and flicking it up each time he rails deep within you. Shifting your weight up and down at his mercy, your body goes completely weak and limp from his insatiable hunger for lust.

"Uh...fuck baby.....you want more? Hmm?....Come here....Ill give you more..."

Shifting his hands to meeting and wrapping around the narrow part of your waist, beneath the slinky material of your dress, which had been rolled and coiled around your waistline, leaving your top and bottom half to be fully nude and exposed, he feeds his hands under the fabric. Feeling his rough hands pinch a grip on your sides, you felt him pulling and tugging you, lifting your entire weight up and down as he bounced you on his length at merciless speed.

Your feet dangle off in mid air as your legs remained spread wide open, with his frame centered in between, your rear still hangs off the edge of the table, yet your body sustains and remains upright thanks to his support as you latched your grip on to his arm, and wrapped your other arm around his neck.

"Oh my God....no!.....ugh!"

"Yes....."

"N-no....please...."

"Yes baby."

Going back and forth had created a sense of immense sexual tension between you both. Each time he responded, he went faster, deeper, and harder, and before you knew, it, you found yourself gushing out and splattering as he rammed himself inside you.

At this point, the burning and stinging had fully disappeared. All you could feel, was the punching pikes of pleasure that was hitting you inside and out, all from his unyielding performance and stamina. Hitting the right spot each and every single time, you moaned out his name, craving for more.

"Ugh.....oh......mmmm....Heeseung..."

"Talk to me baby....."

"Mmm...mmmmm...oh God....more! Please.....please....do..do more....."

"Yeah?" Leaning in once again, he places a delicate and passionate kiss on your lips, inserting his tongue and dragging the tip of it across the roof of your mouth. Clicking it back in, you felt the snap of his oral muscle as he flicks it inside, becoming addicted to the harsh 'click' sound that came with it.

Melting into him, you were fused with his body. Even so, at the moment, when you leaned a bit back to your original position, placing both palms flat on the surface to support your weight, it didn't matter that you were no longer wrapping your arms around his neck. The moment you were on the stilt position that founded your upper weight, it gave him leverage to not only go faster and harder, but to make you bounce relentlessly as you felt him pounding against your pelvic and rear muscles.

Now, you were squelching as the sound of moisture and skin rubbing, molding, and unifying was filling the room. Your moans became more drawn out and louder, while your hair flew all around as you felt yourself being levitated by his grasp. Everything felt amazing, it didn't matter that you were being fucked relentlessly....by your own step brother.

Tilting your head back, you pushed your hip up against him, lifting it slightly, allowing him to fuck you deeper.

"Awww fuck baby....you're going to make me cum."

Stuffed, thrusted, and bouncing on his thick muscle, you nearly screamed out as you felt the peak of that tingling sensation, building up and was near a point of massive explosion as the tip of his dick repeatedly taps against the soft spot, deep inside your stomach.

"Ugh!....mm!....Ugh!....Heeseung fuck me....please Heeseung fuck me...oh my God please....." you whimpered out, the pleasure was so great, the tears that streamed down your face was not of pain this time around, but from the intensity of his euphoric deliverance to your throbbing cunt.

Leaning in for the final time, he wraps his arms around you, lifting and settling your entire frame on the hilt of his lower abdomen, forcing your legs to wrap themselves and rest against the hilt of his hip. With added depth, the motions of your body bouncing up and down became much more steep as you felt his hand grab on to one of your rear cheeks. Squeezing it within his grasp, while using it as a leverage point to add momentum, he lifts and pushes it downward in sync with each thrust, adding a heightened boost in fucking his throbbing cock inside you.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum..." he spurts out against your neck.

With your arms wrapped around his neck once more, you lean your head back and allow him to breathe, gasp, and scoff out pleasurable groans against your throat.

"Ugh! Please....ugh please....." you begged, coming close to climax.

"I know baby...I know.......we'll do it together.....fuck baby.....we'll cum....together..." He groans out, mouth parted open as he latches it on your skin, gasping out.

"Ugh! Heeseung!"

"Fuck, beautiful!"

The moment you gushed out, with the hot liquid seeping and coating his length, all from his vigor, Heeseung bursts out, and explodes inside as he releases.

Coating your walls and staining that soft spot that his raging tip was just beating on, his essence fills you to the brim. Despite already stopping at a clinic to pick up birth control pills upon settling things with Kurt, and dating again, you enjoyed the rush of Heeseung's ejaculation filling you, allowing the natural process of breeding to take place, even if you were taking preventative measures against getting pregnant. The delightful thought of his semen swimming inside, traveling deep inside your body and rushing into fertilize you was something that aid you to reach climax at such a profound state. You loved every single second of it.

Jutting his length deeper as it remained fully inside, Heeseung's face remains burrowed against our breast, suckling on your nipple as he thrusts a few more times, ensuring that he emptied himself entirely inside your body.

Once satisfied, he reaches down and holds himself at the base with two fingers, slowly pulling out. Each time you had felt as if he was close to fully exiting, you were reminded just how lengthy he was as he would continue to slowly slide, causing you to feel the rippling lining of the veins that decorated his cock.

"Mmm....Heeseung..." you whimpered out with furrowed brows of slight pain. The sensation of being stretched out and torn open was coming back now that you had rode out the high of your orgasm.

Listening onto the suckling sound of his mouth while it remains latched on to your areola like an infant child, he twirls his tongue around and flickers it against the tip of your nipple, distracting your mind away from the pain.

Finally, his lengthy muscle was all the way out, the bulging tip engorged and pulsating as it made it's exit, seeping out and leaving a trailed line of his children to decorate your walls and your clit.

Holding on to you, he embraces on your frame tightly and sits you back down on the console table, leaning you back while he adorns you with a series of kisses, starting with your breasts, then moving his way up to your collar bones, neck, throat, jawline, and then your lips.

Moaning deeply into your mouth, he strokes your neck again, ending the session with passionate and heated....love......

Love.....it wasn't lust....it wasn't just strictly desire....it was.....love.

The way he held, the way he moved, the way he would stroke your skin and lick it with his tongue. The way his eyes looked at you through a heavy gaze, with half shut lids and parted lips, gasping in shock each time he noted how your hair framed your face, your skin glistened against the dim light, or how your puckered, cherry stained lips would shine and look delectable for him to suck on.

It was undeniable, this man....your stepbrother.....was in love with you. It wasn't just his mannerisms or the way he looked at you either....

"I love you.....you're mine....you're all mine.....nothing is going to take you away from me.......I'm keeping you.....forever.....y/n."

He was right....he was keeping you forever. But it wasn't just him....soon, you'd find out that another pair of hands, eyes, and lips were going to take its turn....feasting on you as Heeseung had just done.....

CHAPTER 7

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Hey! May I ask for a pt 2 of the "skating in heels" piece you wrote, please? No pressure if you don't want to do it!

WHEW OKAY anon. Love ya. Thank you for the request. I forgot it was there for several months im sorry 😭 forgive me

Characters: Kojiro Nanjo, Langa Hasegawa

Warnings: above text if needed

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part one

Kojiro “Joe”  Nanjo 

Small warning: talk of injuries but its in a light hearted and teasing way, nothing graphic

Alright

See this guy

He’s gonna think its impressive

Clapping, cheering, the whole bit

You can probably sense a but coming

BUT

He’s watching and he’s like

That cant be THAT hard

Ahaha yeah. Sure joe

So you scour the internet trying to find him a pair for 2in heels (start a little easy on him)

They usually dont make heels in his size but dammit, youre stubborn, you find some. Theyre international shipping so you gotta pay the extra money and wait a little longer, but he tested you and now he gets to reap the benefits 

Honestly, i love being petty with kojiro because he wouldn’t get upset he just matches your energy

 So these heels come and you take him to a skate park on a less busy night when there aren’t any teenagers around. And bring a helmet just in case

“I haven't worn a helmet skating since i was sixteen!” “I know, and you got a concussion two weeks later. Wear it” 

So he does, but makes fun of you for it endlessly

Until he falls on his ass coming down off the halfpipe and slams his head into the concrete. So he was happy for it then

Now he just has a bruised butt and ego, but no bruised BRAIN 

(dont get concussions kids, i did and it was not fun)

He gets up, dusts himself off, and grumbles something about how he put his foot in the wrong place and he’ll get it next time

(he’s not used to the gap between the heel of the shoe and his toes. Makes a difference)

After making some excuses he tries again. Falls again, and this time its because “the shoes aren’t broken in”

Several tries and excuses later, he gives up and puts his sneakers back on. He respects your ability a lot more after that

Langa “Snow” Hasegawa

Shocked pikachu face

Not much more i can say

Langa is a man of few words and i think he’d just stand there staring at you

You decided to show off to him & reki at the skate park randomly one day (they were very curious what the shoes were for) and pull a couple small tricks on the board

Reki’s all sorts of excited and cheering for you because he’s never seen someone DO that before

Langa just. Sits there mouth slightly open

(gets made fun of for it gently lol)

When youre done and skate back over langa begins spinning you around and checking you for injuries or anything because “that can be very dangerous” and he’s worried about you skating in shoes that are not meant to be skated in

But when he’s finally satisfied and knows that youre okay and didn’t pull anything he’s slightly smiley

“That’s very impressive”

“Thanks, langa”

Proceeds to talk about it for the next SEVERAL days with reki, but doesn’t tend to bring it up with you. No one’s sure why, but he just cant stop singing your praises when you’re not around

Not out of malice, he just does that. Talks a lot about the people he loves when theyre not there. Cute habit of his

He thinks youre so cool though and loves to watch you skate when you put your heels on (or just watch you skate in general

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Not gonna lie, the "It looks like a Divine Circle but is actually just hundreds of years of superstition & propaganda"-Concept is the coolest fucking thing I didn't know I needed until ten minutes ago. It's a super cool inversion of the classic trope, opens up a million possibilities for stories and arcs and on top of that, in game, you would obviously not know about it form the beginning but slowly have to collect clues and hints that things are not quite as everyone tells you.

So yeah, very cool concept!

Not directly related, but it's probably no surprise that my favorite Ganondorf line is the "I coveted that Wind"-line from the finale of Wind Waker. He doesn't even go into detail, cause he doesn't have to, this line alone instantly humanizes him. Like, its the end of the game, we are about to fight him, there is no way this will not end in a fight, and yet, at that point, that line, just goes so fucking hard. Because you instantly know what he's talking about, that he simply wanted a future for his people, which, you know, is a very human thing to do. It wont stop us from fighting him here and now, way too much has happened for that, but it reminds us, the audience, that he has motives and reasons and thoughts and is an actual character.

So yeah, in case it's not obvious yet, I too despise the extremely flat "I'm evil because evil, waaaaaaaaagh!" Ganondorf from TOTK. Why even include him if you cant be arsed to actually write him?

Anyways, last thing, I'll have to somewhat disagree on the Gameplay vs Story thing, at least partially because I work in the field and have had experiences with this problem myself. Not saying its impossible to have both, but its a lot more difficult than one would expect.

Towards your point, yes a good story can pull people through a game, but so can strong gameplay. Take the Doom games, I dont really care about their story, but the gameplay is great. On the other hand, the gameplay of the average Telltale game would be incredibly boring without the story behind it. There are hybrids, but even they tend to lean one way or the other: The Assassins Creed or Uncharted Series have solid and fun gameplay, but would probably get repetitive or boring if we didn't have strong characters and stories that keep us interested. And all of that is before you consider that there are different player types that gravitate to one or the other and it gets even more complicated. (There's more to this but I my thoughts on the topic could easily be a full bachelors Thesis, so I'll stop here.)

I should add that I dont think that the gameplay over story (or vice versa) argument can or should be used to defend games or design choices. Yes, Nintendo does prefer to focus on Gameplay over Story. Does that mean we shouldn't expect a good story, or are not allowed to criticize a bad one in their games? Hell no! (And if my previous ask sounded like I was doing that, I apologize, that was NOT what I meant to say! I'll happily critique all of TOTKs flaws, both in gameplay & story, otherwise how can we learn from it?)

This argument can be used to understand and analyze or interpret design decisions but it shouldn't ever be used to defend them. Just like the "just for kids" argument, by using such arguments, the person in question basically admits that they are aware of the weaknesses and faults in their story/game/whatever but didn't fix or improve them. So yeah, I do agree with you on that front 100%, hiding behind such arguments is a problem.

Anyway, sorry for leaving another wall of text in your inbox, hope you're having a nice day!

thank you! that 'cycle' concept is also what destiny (zelda comic) is based on, since it takes place before skyward sword you get to see the set up for it, and, in this story, the gods have been trying to achieve it countless times, throughout the story of it its supposed to slowly be revealed- like demise already knowing some parts since hes yet another 'failed' version of that plan (im reusing that concept for the totk rewrite as well bc i am very original wahoo)

oh you work in that field! thats cool!! yeah my opinion on this sort of thing is very much a thing i formed bc i play games, though i still dream of gamedev, i guess i understood your mention of it a little too much into the dismissive argument way (though not as an attack) and its been repeated so so many times i cant help but get a little >_> at it; the point i was trying to make was more like ... they need to find a balance with it, like you can make it all about gameplay, but then dont pretend you have the most epicest story that ever storied, maybe even do it less or more subtle, like the fromsoft game i feel like are very well balanced in that regard, bc their lore and story is very neat and intertwined, but you have to look and think to get it, and the gameplay is strong on its own so much so that it kinda ends up being both soemthing for people that dont care about lore and those that do, more than about the gameplay

zelda feels like it doesnt quite know what to do (even moreso modern zelda), bc they prioritize the gameplay but then still put in a story that they want understood .. so its like, babiefied? like there is a "simple" story and its few points are repeated into your face over and over and over so the people that dont care to read into soemthing GET IT but also annoy them, bc they dont care anyway, and the people who care about lore/story above gameplay are bored bc the narrative isnt engaging enough and they dont care as much about the gameplay

especially so with totk i think, its so weird, botw wasnt like that imo, it wasnt overly complicated either but at least it left you wondering, and let you think, the more you thought about the more interesting it was (at least to me) totk feels like the opposite, it doesnt want you to think, bc the more you think about it the more it falls apart and makes less sense

like theres types of games that focus HARD on one or the other (like slay the princess for example, its like an interactive audio book, there isnt much gameplay but it goes hard on narrative), so obviously the balance of gameplay and story isnt applicable to every game, but for zelda in particular they say they are one but then still want the other part just as much? like the lore in skyward sword isnt great, the characters are strong though, the gameplay isnt that engaging (to me, since that needs to be said) i got through it mostly just bc i wanted to see what comes next and liked the characters, in botw the freedom and world and gameplay were like nothign i ever experienced, exploring was addictive and the story took a bit of a backseat, but it was fitting for the game and lend itself so well to theorize, in totk they .. idk what the focus was, the .. glue? the toys to glue together? nothing fits together there and each part works against another instead of together, somehow, its so weird to me

the thing is, if you do gameplay over story, you need to roll with it? if thats what it is then let the story take a backseat, make it subtle and in the background or vague, dont stuff the game full of unskippable cutscenes where a character you dont care about explains you a thing you already figured out through the gameplay; like the zelda dragon point, let the design of the dragon and its music, what its carrying speak for itself, the way the deku tree is weirded out by the sword moving, maybe a quick subtle voice line once you get the sword fading away like the last parts of her soul being whispered away- but dont mention it in one of the first cutscenes, fail to bury it in 'thats illegal though and irreversible so nono dont you do it' (why mention it then huh) allude to it multiple times, and then just straight up show it (i get people like the scene but man, it would have been way cooler to figure it out yourself)

same goes for the fake zelda thing, the weird way she said the bloodmoon text already alluded to it, have her show up here and there but vanish before you (no "omg thats zelda omg what is she dooooing") , or go even harder and make her an NPC standing around the world interacting with you all nromally but animals react weirldy to her- make the midfight against her (maybe even that she isnt talking so you are unsure if its actually her but controlled by sth else, or talk all normally while literally going for your throat) and then have her dissolve into goop and woa the bloodmoon thing is without her now the zelda you have been talking to has been fake the whole time, its creepy!! leave out the stupid cutscenes of showing it multiple times!! stop monologing at me!!

ppl that dont care about it can go and do a fight and i can think about it! everyone wins yahoo!

(actually ... if you leave out all the cutscenes in totk i feel like it improves the game by alot ...)

(what my point in the previous thing was in the end that you can repeat the same old trope only so many times without changing anything before it gets boring as hell, like what you said here, and the series seems to really be setting itself on fire bc it just wants to do the trope of old so badly and at some point its gonna drag down even the best of gameplays like gameplay over story means (to me) gameplay is prioritized so whatever narrative there is is in the background, subtle and not overtly in your face with big cutscenes etc- but what i feel like its often supposed to mean is "its fine if theres a shitty story that makes no sense pasted on top bc they prioritize gameplay so stop complaining" like to me what it should mean is more gameplay, less story, a measure of quantity not of quality, but what i feel like it often means is better gameplay, bad story, a measure of quality, not quantity )

maybe my problem lies elsewhere and im just projecting it on gameplay > story, that could very much be the case, i could have a fundamental missunderstanding about this here, im still just a guy with opinions in the end and got no knowledge about anything other than i play games sometimes and these are the things i like and dislike and would do differently *puts my head in my hands*

idk if im making sense, im usually not very good at explaining how i feel or think :/ (or i THINK im bad at it, autism be damned)

(sorry this got so long again ......................)

[lazarusrisingx]

Alright so this’ll be my first official one shot for this account yippee!! Im starting off with something fluffy cause ya boi hasn’t written fan fics in quite a while (yes i was a fan fic writer before but i wanted to start over cause i abandoned that account tee hee)

summary: A fluffy one shot where sylus teaches you to ride his motorcycle and you..kinda fail at it

also for one shots i think im gonna use MC instead of Y/n as the name? if yall want me to change it for the next one just lmk.

this story also diverges from the actual lore of LADS, its mentioned theyve already had some past ‘romantic’ moments tee hee.

triggers: mentions of scrapes and blood, no serious injuries, motorcycle incident without helmet, uhhhh there isnt really anything triggering so yeah! just pure fluff and scared sylus

might be a bit ooc sylus but im tryna stay true him, also excuse my bad spelling im gonna autocorrect everything but im writing on my phone so don’t judge.

okay lets get it peoples!!

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It was a relatively nice day in the N109 zone. Crime seemed to hold itself for the crisp cool weather that decided to roll in over night. The sky was less murky grey than usual and a few patches of blue peeked through fluffy white clouds. The sun was near setting as MC and a certain silver haired man sat in his office.

“..you want to what?” Sylus asked, not looking away from a manila folder in his hands.

“I want you to show me to ride your motorcycle.” MC repeated.

The tick of the grandfather clock was the only sound that could be heard for a few moments. MC felt for a moment she might want to take back her recquest, but Sylus silently set down the folder he held and leaned back in his chair with a sigh.

He rubbed his eyes, and folded his arms, studying the girl without expression.

“If you do-“

“Your telling me the great wanderer huntress doesnt know how to ride a simple motorcycle?” Sylus interrupted. the edge of his lip quirked up in a slight smirk.

MC narrowed her eyes at him.

“Its not in the training for us to be taught to ride or drive.”

Sylus tilted his head, before speaking again.

“You mean you dont even know how to drive?” It sounded as if he was holding back a laugh.

“Will you teach me to ride or not! I can hire an instructor if you wont.” MC said, purposefully dodging the question of her driving skills.

She had thought about asking Sylus before, but lately the two of them hadnt had a single afternoon to do anything besides… questionably legal missions. It was so nice out that she thought itd be a shame to spend it in this dark and dreary office.

Sylus stood up without a word, dragging his coat off his chair and picking up the manila folder. He punched a code into one of his many safes and placed it inside for safe keeping, and went for the door.

“Are you coming? Or should i roll out a red carpet for you sweetie?”

MC stood up quickly, a smile sliding across her face as she followed him out of the room.

The two walked down the hall of his house quietly. She felt excited, and slightly nervous. Sylus didnt seem like the most compassionate teacher she couldve found. however spending money on an instructor was something she never intended to do in the first place.

Sylus glanced down at her as the two stopped by his room.

“you cant wear shorts, and I cant wear dress pants nor this shirt. Go get changed.” Sylus said as he opened the door.

MC gave him a questioning look as he opened the door for her, leaning against the wall waiting for her to enter.

“I dont have clothes here.” MC stated.

Sylus shook his head, his hand twitched and an invisible force pushed MC forward.

“I had the twins pick something up for you in case you needed to stay here for a while, itll be the third drawer from the bottom sweetie.”

the surprise on MC’s face mustve been obvious, because a quiet chuckle left Sylus.

“Dont look so surprised kitten, we work together enough that if you end up injured under my watch I’m not going to send you home to recover alone.”

“How do you even know my size in pants?” MC asked as she lifted out a pair of jeans. surprisingly they looked as if they would fit quite nicely.

Sylus leaned over her, his chest brushing over MC’s back. He was much warmer than she thought he might be, and the contact sent a slight spark of electric through her. He opened the top drawer of the dresser and produced a pair of black pants and a nice fitted black shirt for himself. MC glanced up to find Sylus peering down at her with a curious expression. Was that a smile she saw? If only for a split second. Sylus lingered against her for a few moments, pretending to look for soemthing else before taking a step back.

“I told them to look in the kids section.” He said.

MC turned to scold him, and found him unbuttoning his dress shirt, his silver hair dangled in front of his eyes as he looked down, the shirt parting just enough to expose a strong muscular chest, before MC promptly turned around her face turning bright red.

“Ill find a bathroom.” She said quietly.

“Straight ahead sweetie.”

She made a bee-line towards it, not looking back to see how Sylus’s eyes followed her, or the smirk on his face as he pulled his shirt off.

MC shut the door behind her, heart pounding in her ears. It was an odd reaction since she had seen him shirtless before. although it was different because this was unexpected.

She wiped the image from her mind and quickly got changed. Sadly, the pants fit her perfectly. MC was truly curious as to how Sylus or the twins figured out her size but it wasnt something she was ready to look into.

MC walked out from the bathroom, Sylus was dressed in all black his shirt was tight enough to show the outline of his abs, and make his arms look incredibly huge.

Sylus was finishing a message to someone on his phone. He glanced up at MC once before he finished the message.

“letting the twins know we will be out for a bit. I expect youd like to go to dinner after we are finished?” Sylus asked.

“mmm sure, I saw a hot po-“

“im picking where we eat. I dont feel like going to linkon tonight.” Sylus interrupted

He stood up and opened the door for the two, motioning for MC to walk out before him. She obliged, and the two walked in silence to his garage. Sitting in a parking spot was his usual black and red bike. The paint shiny from being newly washed, not a speck of rust nor dust decorated the expensive equipment.

“do you atleast know the basics of controls?” Sylus asked.

“theres the clutch, throttle and break. i know that much.” MC responded.

Sylus nodded, he pulled the kickstand up on the bike and began to slowly walk it towards the exit.

“Mine has some.. enhancements, so youll have to go easy on the gas. turning is fairly self explanatory. but as i said before take it very gentle. I dont want a scratch on this bike.”

MC nodded and followed behind him. She was getting nervous now, but she knew Sylus had a decent driveway that she would be able to drive around, that way she could avoid any extra cars or pedestrians. the few times she had driven a car, she had done fairly well, although went a little slower than the speed limit… by ten miles.

If anything, her only worry was annoying sylus with how careful she was!

The two walked out of the small garage and into the cool outside. wind rustled the small trees and birds chirped quietly around them.

“Get on here.”

Sylus held out his hand as he kept the bike steady. MC carefully got into the drivers seat and set her feet on the rests.

“put a foot on the ground so the bike can tilt when i let go.” Sylus said

“like this?”

MC put one foot on the ground, and Sylus let its weight rest on her. It was heavier than expected but nothing she couldnt handle. He took a step back and folded his arms.

“Turn the keys in the ignition, let it roll forward a bit so you know how itll feel.”

MC fumbled with the key for a moment and the engine roared to life. She smiled proudly, and looked to Sylus who was to focused on watching her slowly roll forward.

“Turn the gas a bit, and ride to the edge there, you dont need-“

MC thought she had pressed the gas lightly. she really did. Instead, the bike shot forward across the driveway, pointed not towards the grass, but the exit to the driveway. A scream escaped her as she pulled her foot onto the rests.

The wind ripples through her hair as she sped towards the entrance to the street, the handles wobbled in her hands, and within a second she was flung from the bike.

Metal screeched awfully on concrete as the bike was sent skidding towards her. Her body tumbled over the driveway, the rip of jeans and the feel of gravel driving into her arms didnt feel like much as she watched the bikes path heading straight for her.

MC threw up her hands, curling up expecting to be hit by the skidding motorcycle, but the impact never came.

The sound of heavy footsteps and muffled yelling made her open her eyes. Her vision was blurred, and her ears rang slightly. In front of her was a barrier of black and red smoke, instead of hitting her, the bike had been stopped not a second to soon.

“MC! For fucks sake!” Sylus yelled.

MC began to shake a bit, not from the pain in her arms and legs, nor the throbbing headache from hitting her head. She scrambled to her hands and knees. Sylus was running towards her, an unfamiliar expression on his face. His crimson eyes glowed brightly from using his evol.

“Sylus i-i didnt think itd be so sensitive!”

the barrier dissipated and MCs heart lept into her throat. the bikes previously shiny paint was nearly fully scraped clean, the seat had a few tears in it, the handles previously rubber grip was now worn down to the metal on one side. there was a bend in the rim of one of the wheels.

Tears filled MCs eyes as a mix of anxiety and fear pierced her heart. His bike was ruined! the one thing he had told her not to do was crash this, and less than a minute on it she had!

MC’s hands brushed over the ruined paint job, she barely noticed the blood dripping from her arm or down her hands, nor the pain of dirt being gritted into her badly scraped knees.

“What are you doing, what are you doing?” Sylus asked.

he had dropped to his knees beside her, grabbing a firm hold of both arms, that same unrecognizable expression written all over his face. his grip was firm, but MC didnt look away from the bike.

“Your bike! Sylus is swear i didnt mean to do that! I was gentle l-like you said I didnt think-“

“the bike? the fuck are you on about sweetie look at you!”

His voice was harsh and demanding. his eyes were still glowing crimson as MC finally looked at him. She was trembling badly. finally she noticed the blood now coating his hand and her arm. her lip was also split down the middle, and a cut on her cheek.

“I-ill pay for the bike Sy-“

“the bike? you think i give a fuck about the bike i have ten more just like it.”

He dragged the two of them to their feet.

“but you said-“

“your hurt.” Sylus said plainly.

His eyes scanned her wounds as if he was looking for something.

“Its nothing-“

“we are going back in.” Sylus stated.

in one swift motion he lifted MC off her feet, carrying her like a princess. MC was speechless as he stepped over the bike, walking quickly to get the two of them back into the house.

“You dont care about the bike?” MC asked.

Sylus glanced down at her.

“Why the fuck would i care about a damn object right now.”

MC paused for a moment, she stared up at his face, now noticing a thin layer of sweat over his forehead, his eyes darting back and forth and he looked… pale. was he scared? panicked?

the last thing MC expected from him was concern over a few scrapes and bruises. Well, maybe they werent scrapes. with each step her adrenaline wore off, and throbbing pain came over her entire body.

Sylus brought the two of them to his room, slamming the door open. The twins stood there together, talking back and forth.

“Boss- wait is she-“

“get out.” Sylus said gruffly.

“Boss are you alright? you look-“

“I told you both to get!” Sylus yelled.

The twins looked at the both of them for a moment, before scurrying out of the room.

“They could patch me up sylus you dont have to do this.” MC said quietly. he ignored her as he gingerly set her on the plush comforter.

“sylus the blood, i cant ruin more of your things.”

“why do you think i care about ‘things’ MC. sit down and wait for me. if you can get into your shorts put those on or im taking your jeans off myself.” Sylus said.

MC watched him enter the bathroom and rummage around. She didnt know what to think. of course her first thought was that he would be more concerned for his bike, he had seen her get hurt by wanderers before and hadnt seemed so… upset by it.

She found her shorts on the floor and slowly peeled the ripped jeans off herself and tugged on her shorts. her leg was definatley sore and bruises already began to blossom over her thigh. the concrete had rubbed away quite a bit of skin, blood dripped down her leg and onto the floor now.

without a word sylus came back in, his eyes had finally stopped glowing, and in his arms he held rolls of bandages antiseptics, tape, and cobain.

“i can do this myself Sylus.” MC said

“no.” Was all Sylus had to offer.

a wave of black and red smoke pushed MC back onto his bed. it wasnt as rough as usual, almost like a cushion pressing her into place.

Sylus knelt down in front of her. eyes narrowing as they scanned over her leg.

“shouldve been more careful.” Sylus mumbled.

“i know im sorry.” MC replied

“no, not you. I shouldve been more careful. that bike has enhancements on it, its to much for a beginner i didnt think about it.” He said.

MC grew quiet for a moment.

“well i wont die.” MC said, trying to lighten the mood.

Sylus didnt seem impressed. he hesitated his hands hovering over her leg before he grabbed a damp cloth and began wiping blood from her leg. His hands were calloused from boxing and fighting, but he was much gentler than MC expected.

“you wont die, but you still got hurt.” Sylus said after a moment.

he folded the cloth over itself and cleaned the edges of her wound. He gently brushed one of her scrapes, causing MC to grimace.

“sorry.” he mumbled quietly.

his free hand left the bed where it was planted, and gingerly took hold of hers.

“squeeze when it hurts, you wont harm me sweetie.” He said. His crimson eyes flicked to hers making a bolt of electric shoot through MC’s heart. she hesitated, before giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

sylus’ shoulders relaxed a bit after this. he picked up a new cloth, and doused it in antiseptic.

“it has lidocaine in it, but it might sting a bit.” Sylus said

Thankfully, he didnt try to clean the wound in sections. he paused for a moment and pressed the cloth firmly to her scrapes. MC grunted and squeezed his hand. When she looked back at him he was gently rubbing his thumb against the uninjured portion of her leg, looking at her with that oddly concerned expression.

“better?” he asked.

MC nodded her head letting out a breath. He lifted the cloth, now that the area was numb he was able to thoroughly clean the bits of dirt out. the process was repeated over the second patch of scrapes on her calf. Sylus slowly wrapped her leg in cobain and gauze, before sitting on the bed beside MC.

“are you alright sylus?” MC asked.

He had kept his usual snarky comments to himself the past few minutes and it was slightly worrying. Sylus turned his head to her and looked her up and down.

“you shouldve worn a helmet.” He said quietly

“well i wasnt intending to drive more than five feet.” MC replied.

a small smirk came across Sylus’ face.

“five feet? I thought youd have more confidence in yourself sweetie.” Sylus said.

MC laughed quietly and shook her head.

“my teacher didnt seem to have much confidence ‘ride to the grass’ i beileive you said.” MC replied.

Sylus quirked up an eyebrow.

“it seems i was right doesnt it?”

He gestured to her still injured arm, and held up a clean cloth.

“still got another spot to take care of sweetie.” He said.

MC groaned quietly, but turned so he would have a better angle for it. She looked away and waited for him to begin cleaning the wound. instead he leaned towards her, his hand slipping around to the back of her head and pulling her forward. MC nearly protested, but Sylus placed his hand on her back after resting her head to his chest.

She could hear his heart, beating extremely fast for someone so fit.

“just… a moment.” Sylus said quietly.

MC practically held her breath for a moment, before taking in air. his cologne smelled nice, a mix of fresh spices and expensive cigars. the muscles under her head her soft but firm. his arm resting around her body in a hug. Sylus was hugging her.

tentatively, MC put her good arm around him. it felt right, her anxiety and worry began to slowly melt away the longer they stayed like this. her eyes grew heavy, and she began to relax more and more against him. he was so solid, his chest rose and fell under her, slowing down after a moment or so.

“dont worry about the bike sweetie. really. im more concerned about the fact you were… injured.”

MC smiled slightly.

“The great leader of onychinus is concerned for me?” MC asked

a chuckle vibrated through Sylus’ chest. he almost sounded releived.

“more than youd know MC.” Sylus said quietly.

MC’s heart fluttered slightly. she closed her eyes as Sylus began to move again, his free hand found the back of her head, beginning to rub her hair gently as he pressed the cloth to the side of her arm. It wasnt long before the two had to seperate to allow sylus to wrap her arm.

“Why dont we order food tonight. I dont really feel like going out again.” MC said.

Sylus cleaned up the bloody cloths and nodded his head. he began to make his way towards the bedroom door.

“you pick the spot, ill pay.” Sylus said.

“absolutely not, i just trashed your bike-“

Sylus stood up and in a few strides crossed the room to stand in front of her, he leaned down and tilted her chin up to make MC look at him.

“how many times do i have to say that i dont care about the bike, just that you dont have a damn head injury?” He asked.

MC stared up at him for a moment, Sylus brought her face a little closer, speaking quietly now.

“I got you hurt today MC. The least i can do is pay for a damn meal.” He said.

MC couldnt help but look between his eyes and lips. was she insane to think about kissing him now? they were so close, and it wouldn’t be the first time one of them had made an attempt like that. Sylus scanned her face. did he just lean in more?

There was a knock at the door.

“Boss? we were just wondering if you needed us to get the bike out of the driveway.” One of the twins said.

Sylus looked dissapointed, and slightly annoyed. he released MC and turned away from her, going to the door and opening it.

“Ill come out and help you, one if you dispose of these. MC, you might want to change your shirt. Ill be in the living room when your done, sweetie.” Sylus said.

MC was left alone in his room. bright red blush creeped over her face as she slumped back on his bed. She was cursing herself slightly. Part of her was angry she even thought of kissing him, the other half was angry she didnt.

She flopped over onto her stomach groaning loudly before she sat up again.

Another uneventful night of eating in.

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maybe ill make a smutty part 2 to this one? maybe not straight smut but some good steamy kisses and things like that idk.

uhhhhh yeah! i havent written in a little while so i dont know how good this is or isnt!

if yall have any ideas for other oneshots then just lmk. im currently working on the storyline for a yandere!sylus x reader fic so i might drop some teasers for that when i can.

in the meantime ill alternate between fluff and smut, i can do some sad stories to but they gotta have good endings cause i cant stand my mans to be sad like that.

also gonna work on some zayne material because i love my mans zayne just as much as sylus if not a bit more. i feel like he doesnt get enough love fr.

okay byyyyyee hopefully this was good.

please credit me if you share this story

[velvetvexations]

But they still use the n-word, anon. They still use the n-word. Yet you think that years and years ago they were so worried about being "challenged" on grounds of transphobia ("transmisogyny" was not in widespread use at the time) that they felt the need to change their language? Even though they still, to this day, use the n-word.

You're an idiot.

And yes, actually, GNC boys who present in a feminine matter does affect things! You can't seriously pretend that every single depiction of an AMAB person wearing women's clothing could only ever possibly be a trans woman or based on trans women. That's not only ahistorical and erases real people right in front of you, but it also gets fucking racist as hell when you start imposing that view on other countries. Did you know, for instance, that "kathoey", the term "ladyboy" is a translation of, is generally used by people who self-identify as men? Because I'm guessing the answer is "no."

Femboys are and have always been a thing, stop fucking erasing them and appropriating their language just because you desperately want the world to revolve around you.

So many young trans girls are going to come out of this traumatized from the dooming, isolated and potentially trapped in abusive relationships because they'd been indoctrinated into the belief that only other trans women will ever love and support them.

The problem is that it has "fab" in there, so they can't do it like they're trying to do with femboy because it inherently points to "TMEs."

(2/2 ana mardoll) i really dont mind when trans women genuinely criticize specific terrible shit that a trans man has actually done, and mardoll has always been a fucking loser who does all the stereotypical negative shit that people tend to act like trans men do. i just wish people would not act like its standard behavior to be like that and judge us all on the basis of the worst of our community lmao. this is behavior that goes both ways tho, trans men judge trans women like this too. idk lol

The person I've seen most accused of being a ringleader was Neon Yang, who was definitely not that even though they contributed. The one I most remember was the trans woman who said something to the effect of "yeah well it didn't sound like the author was trans so I was completely justified actually" and that drives me up a wall because the transradfem girlies are going to lose their mind when I post the first chapter of Nursed with Kerosine.

I have to answer them mostly in batches, with a few exceptions, because I get so many.

@ratbastarddotfuck

Imagine if everyone just decided to start saying a PoC who votes Republican is white.

It's going to be difficult for them to ever actually make a callout post for me because they can screenshot my takes but there will never be a single piece of evidence that I've ever harassed anyone and they know it.

It's not just about taking it seriously, but it's extremely repellent just as content and can be severely triggering, which it would have been for me if I hadn't watched it when I was a teenager before The Deeplore Trauma settled into my bones. I don't think I can even get into the later stuff now because of the association.

But fuck me gently with a chainsaw, everything else about it should be immensely cool and it sucks it's not in something that isn't weighed down by that.

Explicitly using dysphoria as a plot point like that is interesting and does sound like good fuel for a transfem headcanon.

No, it isn't, the only thing being discussed is whether he fits the criteria for "TMA" or not, and he does.

Buffalo Bill is not a stereotype of trans women, and in fact I applaud and deeply appreciate the author for making that crystal clear and treating trans people with great respect and sympathy for the time in which it was written, but he became the model for a stereotype of trans women that transphobes have taken and ran with since the day the the movie came out.

[mins-fins]

should've been me.

&&. you're in love with him, that's great! all he's gonna do is use that to his advantage.

pairing: lee donghyuck x m!reader

genre: angst yummy

warnings: um uh.. sexual content??? (like mentions), the stress of friends with benefits, mentions of drinking, this relationship is very unhealthy

word count: 1.3k

notes: stole fwb hyuck from jj im so sorry but hes so………😢 um anyway so yeah he kinda really sucks here but hes so sexy and beautiful and a hashtag #malemanipulator😂 and reader just kinda takes it cause they're pretty pathetic if im being honest 🙏 (im so sorry but its true) (i quite literally wrote this) anyway DONT deal with people who treat you like shit you deserve better than that 🫵 i also wrote this in like 30 minutes at 1 am and river kept pestering me to sleep so thats cool 😆!

you're not exactly sure what your problem is.

you're not exactly sure what donghyuck's problem is either.

maybe the two of you were simply meant for each other, he's a drunk mess in your house and your a sober mess beside him. although compared to him, your better at keeping yourself in check for long enough that it appears your emotionally stable, hyuck is like.. how would you explain it? a ticking time bomb.

renjun calls him that, he's a disaster waiting to happen, even with how much he tries to put on a stupid calm act. yeah, he's smart, much smarter than most people give him credit for, but he is also much more impulsive than he likes to say.

case in point, he's absolutely wasted in your home right now, whining about some stupid thing his seventh fling said or something.

he's absolutely reckless.

the two of you have been a bit.. off for the past few weeks, your very aware that donghyuck is messing with different people, probably trying to get you out of his head after you two yelled at each other like there was no tomorrow.

he just always seems to find his way back to your house, even after all the times you try to turn him away, he always slides his way back into your life, one way or another.

and you always just let him.

you now realize how you seem like a pushover. wow, chenle actually wasn't wrong for once.

your frustrated, he just decides to waltz into your house, after two weeks of ignoring your messages and going around with other people, messing around with other people, staying over at their houses, pretending that you didn't exist, he always thinks he can just get his way.

it's not like you two are dating or anything..

but you hate that it hurts.

"okay— stop screaming" you put your hands up, but donghyuck doesn't stop talking, just lowering the volume of his voice, he just continues talking faster. you close your eyes, taking a deep breath, sometimes you feel more like his mom than his 'friend that's more than a friend but not his partner'.

"donghyuck, you need to— be quiet" you say, you somehow find yourself walking towards him and place your hands onto his shoulders. he has to look up at you to glare at you, and you almost laugh at the fact, you always teased him about it before, but right now he's glaring at you, a look he's shared with you at only certain occasions.

"don't tell me what to do".

"you're in my house!"

"well where else am i supposed to go, y/n? your the one who opened the fucking door anyway!" he retorts, still glaring at you like before. he's not crazy drunk to the point that he's stumbling over his words and talking like a crazy person, but he's also not that sober either.

not like you don't have so many more other people willing to drop down on their knees for you, why don't you just go to any of their houses instead?

that's what you want to say, the words rest on your tongue, itching to escape your lips so you can finally talk about what's been bothering you all this time.

you two aren't dating, you aren't exclusive to each other, your not.. an "item" or whatever, you two just both found something you could use to your advantage, and it's not like there were any rules when it came to you two, you guys had no control over what the other did with other people.

you have no right to be jealous.

so you refrain from saying that, instead biting your tongue and choosing the first thing that comes to your mind. "i didn't let you in, i opened the door, and you stormed into my house, and now you refuse to get out!"

"you're just such a little— bitch".

you'd kiss him if he wasn't being so aggressive at the moment, you can't say that he didn't look absolutely.. well— irresistible in a sense. if you weren't so stubborn, you probably would've pounced on him already.

but you stand your ground.

for once he can't get his way, you'll make sure of it.

"actually, i know what your deal is!" he shouts, accusingly, he walks up to you and points his finger directly in your face. his expression is a mix of pissed off and absolutely smitten, as if he's in love with you and wants to punch you in the face at the same time.

"oh yeah? enlighten me?"

"you're in love with me".

donghyuck leans close to your face when he says it, spitting out the words like they're poisonous, it's like he knows just how much you feel, like he's taking apart the thoughts that have been constantly plaguing your mind one by one.

you laugh, true words, but your not gonna let him know that. you allow your expression to become one of humor, and you raise an eyebrow. "i'm in love with you? please, get over yourself".

donghyuck doesn't falter. "you're just so bothered by the fact that i'm in someone else's bed, that i don't parade around you all the time, you always say you don't mind than get so sad when i'm not giving you a hundred percent attention, you whine like a baby when i'm not here for just a minute".

his tone is a teasing one, he's making fun of you, like he's about to jump at you and destroy all that you love. he wants to see you break, he wants to see you give in, wants to watch as you slowly melt and encapsulate his words, digest them, he wants you to feel every single letter that comes out of his mouth.

it's like he almost finds you funny, in a sense—

but your not that easy to break, so you just let out yet another bitter chuckle. "okay then mr. know it all, why don't you sit down and let me help you sober up?"

"your a coward".

you grit your teeth, he just won't stop fucking talking will he? he just keeps going on and on and on and on, at this point your considering pulling out the duct tape above your cupboard and shutting him up for good, but instead you close your eyes and sigh.

"why is it so hard to say, y/n? are you really that afraid of commitment that the best you can do is friends that occasionally mess around with each other?"

"donghyuck" you drag your teeth against each other. "if you don't shut up i swear to god i'm throwing you out of this house and making you sleep in the freezing cold".

it's an actual threat, not an empty one, donghyuck knows you well enough that he can tell the difference. so, stubbornly, he sits down, arms crossed over his chest.

your not sure why you always end up taking care of him, he didn't ask for you to, he just wanted to stupidly sulk on your couch, attempting to "calm" his mind after he screamed at you, staying silent after he basically read out all your inner most thoughts to you, like he just reached into your mind and pulled out all the things you'd been thinking.

"you always get so talkative when you drink".

you've gotten much used to ignoring how much you hurt when donghyuck yells at you, it's all become a little thing between you two, you argue, you sleep with each other, you forget it the next day, then go exactly back to that.

it's not healthy for either of you, clearly, it's more of destroying you than anything, but you don't even try to negotiate with him, just let him sit there as you contemplate, standing at your kitchen counter.

"i hate you" you mutter, instinctively cracking your knuckles as you say those words.

and yeah— maybe you do say that,

but your always gonna end up right beside him in the end.