#big fandom wide things

[rebuke-me]

hm

[rosy-crow]

On one hand, I need to calm the fuck down about Sephiroth and stop giving into Twitter to debate lore. I KNOW I’m better than this lmao.

On the other hand, I see people genuinely angry about “how Crisis Core ruined Sephiroth by killing part of his agency through Genesis,” and “how having friends made him less cool,” and “how all the Compilation is humanizing him too much and taking away his mystery,” and “how he went evil for no reason,” and “how he was always an asshole that saw himself as superior to others and only broke down because he found out he wasn’t all that.”

I see unironic worship of “canon” traits he has that apparently mark him as a perverted alpha daddy dom sex god instead of the actual raging, delusional murderer with a loathing for all life he becomes for a reeeeeeeally key and important reason.

I see remarks like “I hate how First Soldier is ruining my favorite character and taking away more of his agency,” when said “favorite character” is Sephiroth’s most surface-level traits as a villain with no further depth and he has to be cool and perfect 100% of the time or else he isn’t Sephiroth anymore and he’s suddenly “badly written.”

That’s not the same character.

Yes, I know.

Why am I mad that one of the most beautifully designed and canonically objectified and powerfully portrayed and sensually voiced and thirstily fawned over characters in video game history is being reduced to singular traits???

I don’t know.

How can I demand the luxury of rage when faced with such odds.

What did I expect.

Yeah, this one’s on me.

[transformersconfessions]

sometimes it feels like the transformers fandom can be really elitist and clique-y.... like if you dont do these things a certain way (or if you DO something a certain way) then you're a freak or a weirdo. and ppl or groups of ppl just kinda DONT like you, which can tie into the whole feeling of left out. and im not just talking about ships or character analysis or those things, but also like collecting figures (like if u take some rare figures outta the box ppl get really uppity abt it)

idk how to describe it but thats sometimes the general gist of how i feel whenever i look at the tf fandom (im pretty new here. got into tf bc of tfone although i've known abt transformers since the 2000s cus my cousin was into it). its kinda scary idk.... like an either you do or you don't but regardless, ur probably on a group of ppl's shit list. ofc i know that u can't please everyone and ppl should just learn to live with the idea that somewhere out there, people will dislike them but idk *shrugs*

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[batsplat]

Plsss batsplat drop a nice cozy place to talk motogp that is not this hellhole! twitter? Reddit? Old bar in my hometown? Plsss

idk man i'm quite possibly the worst possible person to ask about this because my motogp fandom experience before like a year and a bit ago was a deliberately solitary experience 😭 i'm not actually built for the discourse trenches ... idc enough about this stuff to discourse ... but if you had to rank all the social media sites

meet me 🥺🥺 in the comments 🥺👉👈 under old motomatters articles 🥺: carries the rare distinction of being an internet comment section worth reading. tightly moderated enough to cut out 80% of the most annoying talking points. gives you a range of viewpoints and often genuinely insightful. obviously you can't comment there anymore, which is a bit of a limitation

reddit: like all of reddit, has very gradually improved over the past decade. all sports subreddits are overly reactive and dominated by fans of whoever the big names currently are, but they do at least earnestly engage with the sport As A Sport. then again, they have no appreciation for narrative and also the understanding of human psychology there is downright asinine. anyhow, the mods went on an authoritarian bent last year i'm a HUGE fan of by banning ALL discussion of the marc/valentino rivalry. i always used to think the tennis subreddit should ban all big three fans and force them to debate the same tired talking points in a separate sub for eternity as a sort of huis clos-type deal - which they never did, but DID mostly banish it to a permanent thread for that purpose. it's made both subs so so much better!! god bless, shame they don't let you write essays speculating on drama from twenty years ago on there

tumblr: before last year, i had a wary attitude towards following sports on tumblr,, didn't know motogp was even a thing on here but the tennis community actively offended me. f1 was sort of my exception because i don't take that seriously as a sport anyway so it's fine. but i cannot stand when people do not engage with the sport as an actual sport... wheel knowledge on this site truly abysmal... i typed up and deleted further thoughts here a couple of times but it's maybe a bit much to take wild potshots at a community i'm in the process of posting in, so. to be delicate. let's leave it at that. i do like how many asks people send on here that simulate outside interest for hopelessly niche topics, a function previously fulfilled by the voices in my head

old motogp forums: funny to browse and occasionally quite insightful, but objectively all these people are clinically insane and more than a little homophobic. pigeon brain sports viewers

twitter: i have a list with motogp sites/journalists that has been a very handy tool over the years, but the fandom is - not to be rude - so fucking ass. i have never seen a single worthwhile opinion about motogp from a fan on twitter

anyway yeah hometown pub probably as workable an option as any of these

[hollowsart]

@ fandoms: please consider the beauty and joy of short men. Bonus if they're also big to some degree. please.

I love a big tall guy as much as the next person, but please.. please short men.. when he's shorter than you.. the mere thought hits soooo different. please hear me out-- where are you going-- no listen-- come back!!!

[seafoam-taide]

nothing moreinsane than clicking on a fic authors name out of curiosity and finding they authored several other fics from a wide variety of fandoms that you have ALREADY READ.

[musical-chick-13]

"Truly GOOD works don't have thriving fandoms because people aren't interested in fixing them, so what do they have to write fics/make art about."

Idk about you, but I don't write fic for properties I don't genuinely enjoy and think are, on some level, actually good.

[kickedin17]

Wait, somebody actually bullied Tyler for his hair and weight during the hiatus? 😭

It def wasn't #serious I probably should've worded that better, ppl for some reason just loved to (mostly) jokingly give tyler a lot of shit back then (ie everyone referring to him as a rat and a coward for months during early trench era. We still jest but I feel like it's a lot more explicitly lighthearted than maybe it used to be, altho I haven't been on twitter/ig since like 2021 so idk). He very much gave us piss back too though lmao. Anyway there was this picture a friend or relative (I don't remember) of tyler/jenna's posted in like, dec 2017 peak hiatus of the two of them at some get together. It was the first time we'd seen tyler in months & some people kinda clowned on it bc his hair had grown out and I guess they thought he looked awkward or smt. He literally looked normal he was just standing there existing but we were starved for content & some people decided to make dumb jokes about it for a bit bc there was nothing else to talk about. Tyler's hair being slightly longer was really really big news in late 2017 the only other thing we had going on was the Adam twitter account which I Cannot even get into rn

[danieyells]

Uuuugh i don't have the patience to tell some child not to tag their hate right now i'm just not in the mood for it but i'm soooo annoyed so now I just have to fucking stew lol

[laceyfaeryy]

MDNI 18+

dbf! simon riley is the type of guy to shove your panties up in your mouth when fucking you

౨ৎ⠀ׄ⠀. ━ in which dbf! simon couldn’t handle having his cover blown of fucking his best friends daughter in her childhood bedroom

cw: vaginal sex, unprotected sex, age gap (legal), daddy kink

your knees pressed against your chest as simon’s cock plunged deep into your gummy walls, his tip pressing against your cervix as you cried.

it felt like a sin, simon fucking his best friends daughter in her childhood bedroom, your stuffies turned away from the lewd act as simon slammed back into you, your cunt wrapped around him snuggly as if it tried to remember every vein.

“gotta be careful luvie, yer soundin’ quite awfully loud, wanna get caught?”

it’s been so long since simon as felt something as nice and tight as your cunt, since being in the military the only thing available was his fist, and god he wanted to be in you forever.

he couldn’t help it, he was a man with needs and being under the same roof as his best friends daughter who happened to be just the prettiest sight he’s seen in his life was a recipe for disaster.

“gotta keep yer pretty mouth shut alright? jus’ open nice and wide for daddy yeah?”

his hand roughly prying your mouth open as he shoved your pink lace panties in your mouth, his index and middle fingers pushing it further back as you gagged slightly.

simon couldn’t risk getting caught, not when he was current balls deep into your cunt.

gently, his thumb wiped the drool that dribbled down your chin, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek.

“be a big girl for me and be quiet alright?“

simon adored just how dumb you got on his cock, your pretty eyes rolling back as your legs were wrapped around his waist, pulling him even closer as if you couldn’t get enough.

you were young and naive, staring at him hazy eyed whenever you saw him. god, he wanted to corrupt you, to have you locked inside his house and to fuck you on every surface, every room.

“these pretty panties deserved to receive more attention than being discarded don’ yer think? they serve the purpose of stuffing yer mouth quite well.”

your moans were muffled by the material, your cries barely coming out as you gagged and hiccuped, a withering mess under him as simon continued to abuse your cunt, a pretty glossy white ring forming in the base of his cock.

“makin’ quite the mess, think yer can clean it up with your mouth after luvie? giving yer old man sum love.”

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[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

@sunflower-chai OOOOOH!!!

reblog game !! put what the first thing you think of when you think of prev is in the tags

[angelltheninth]

Arcane Characters Find Out You Haven't Had Your First Kiss Yet

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn Kiramman, Maddie Nolen, Ekko, Vander, Silco, Sevika, Viktor, Jayce Talis, Mel Medarda x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, kissing, first kiss, flirting, banter, shyness, gentle kissing, musundertsnadings, age-gap, experiance gap

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A/N: I have kissed people before and I know I wanna kiss all of them too. They deserve kisses, they need kisses.

"Ya've been starin' at me for an awful long time now. Not that I mind, your eyes are real pretty, sugar. But ya've got me all curious now." Jinx invaded your personal space like it was no big deal and leaned in so you had but inches between you.

You pressed your lips together and fidgeted in your seat. "You... I was wondering have you kissed anyone before?"

"Well here and there but not recently. I've got someone I really wanna kiss now." She pointed at you and tucked a hair behind your ear. "Wanna make out? I don't have any important things to do for a few hours?"

"Few hours? People make out for that long? Wait no, that's not what I want to do. I was curious cause I never kissed anyone and I was wondering if you... maybe wanted to kiss me?" With a slightly bashful tone you met her shiny purple eyes which only seemed to get brighter as she closed in.

"Do I wanna kiss ya? I wanted to since I saw ya! Been waitin' to get asked. Ya know, gentlewoman and all that shit." She wasn't one, not by a longshot but she also knew she could cross boundaries easily, this was one where she was more than willing to wait. "Pucker up quick!" You only had a second to react before harsh lips closed over yours, her thin but strong arms locking you in place on the chair. "Mwah!" Jinx cackled when she pulled back. "There. That's one thing to cross of your list. Can't wait for more." Winking she spun around in her chair and did a little happy dance.

Everyone knew Vi was a bold one, what she wanted she went for, often with little questions asked. She spent the whole date taking initiative, taking your hand, showing you the best places in Zaun, and a few at Piltover too, although she didn't know as many that were cooler than Zaun's. At the end of it she walked your home.

"I live in a safe neighborhood, Vi. There's no need for this." You argued as you fished for your keys to unlock the door. As you did you had full intention to invite her in.

"You never know when someone might try something. You're too cut to pass up on, sweet thing like you, bound to attract eyes. People might get ideas. Like this." Before you knew it, she pressed both hands against your hips and kissed your neck. You nearly dropped the keys when you felt the bolt of excitement run through your body. "See what I mean?"

Gulping you turned your head to hers. "Y-Yeah." She smirked and cupped your chin with the opposite hand, bringing you closer. "Vi, hold on." You turned your head back towards the door. "I never kissed anyone before." The whisper pierced through all the horny energy in Vi's body.

Her hands dropped from your hips. "Oh. Well now I feel like an ass. Since you let me walk you back and all, I thought... sorry I don't know what I thought. Do you want me to leave?" She waited for you to turn around and was surprised when you cupped her cheeks and leaned in. Her eyes widened for a moment before closing, right as your lips met in the middle. The grip on your hips returned, but it wasn't as strong as before. She wasn't the only one who could initiate.

You could look far and wide and you wouldn't find a bigger gentlewoman than Caitlyn. She asked if anything she did was wanted, if it was okay, if you liked it. Some of it came from her Academy days, some from her upbringing but she was never pushy with you.

It was actually you that noticed she was glancing at your lips a little too often while you were helping her sort out through the many documents she apparently had to bring home to work on. "Today was supposed to be our date, seems to me like you're dating your work as much as you're dating me." You teased and watched her huff.

"That is not true. You are infinitely more attractive, darling. I wouldn't kiss the papers but I would kiss you any day." Caitlyn flirted back and set the mentioned papers down. "In fact... I could use a little break from this. And you're right, tonight is our date night. So, tell me," Caitlyn walked up to your side of the desk and leaned on her hands, her face above yours, "would you do me the honor of kissing me?"

A heavy blush bloomed on your face as you felt caught in her crosshairs. When she got serious about something she saw it though until the end. That's how she was looking at you now. "I'd love to kiss you, Cait."

She chuckled at your breathless tone. "I'll go slow. It's your first kiss, right? I figured from the way you'd blush and turn your head when I'd lean in." Her gloved hands slid over your hands, giving them a comforting squeeze. "Close your eyes for me, darling." The moment you did you felt her lips against yours, perfectly falling into place.

"You're joking, aren't you? You haven't kissed anyone? No one? Not even a little?" She tried to hide her amused smile behind her hand but it was futile. You rolled your eyes at Maddie and then threw a pillow in at her head.

"First, how do you kiss someone a little? And second, you know I've barely dated before this. You're the first girl I'm kinda serious about. Thought that waiting to have my first kiss would be... you know romantic?" You shrugged and hugged the other pillow close to your chest. Maddie let out a loud 'awww' and hugged you tight, kissing your cheek.

She laughed when you tried to push her away for making fun of you.

"Now hold on. I think that is really sweet of you, love. Not many people out there have your romatic mind and I love that about you. Also, real sweet that you want to kiss me out of everyone." Her hands pressed upon your shoulders and her smiling face approached yours. "Do I get to do that now or...?"

You could see how eager she seemed now that she learned all this new information. "I mean... if you want." Your hug around the pillow tightened as you tried to will yourself to calm down. On the outside you were calmer, ever pushing back into the kiss, sighing contently against Maddie's lips, but on the inside, you were a damn mess of anxiety. "Shhh, it's just me, remember?" She cooed against your lips and waited for you to relax, massaging your shoulders before leaning in for a second, longer kiss.

This was more of a dare than you wanting to kiss anyone tonight. It wasn't your fault that all your friends knew about your big crush on Ekko and roped you into a game of darts that you lost and therefore had to walk over to him and kiss him. Your friends watched you fumble over to him, all giggling.

Ekko looked at you a little bewildered. "Look, don't ask, this was all their idea." You pointed behind yourself at your friends. "They dared me to kiss you so, if you wanna kiss me... you know, cool

"I've got nothing against kissing you, firefly, but I'm a little confused. Thought you didn't mess 'round with friends like that." Ekko did, you knew but you always thought that if you crossed that line with him there would be no bottling your feelings back up. And standing here in front of him, asking for a kiss, you knew that was true.

"I don't mess around with friends. But they won't leave me alone about not kissing anyone yet and you were the safest bet. Plus..." You moved from foot to foot, like that would shake off your nerves. "I like you, Ekko. As more than a friend. I have for a while."

All the chatter from around the two of you seemed to fall into a void. Ekko opened his mouth to say something but you kissed him before he could, too scared of a rejection and too high strung to think about the fact that you might never get this chance again. But to your surprise he kissed back, his full lips pressing hard against yours. "Thought you'd never come out and say it. Damn, been waiting to hear those words since forever." Ekko hushed against you before he dragged his lips from the corner of your mouth to your ear. "I like you too." He confessed with a whisper.

"Don't you let what those assholes said get to you, darlin', their mouth is bigger than their brain." Vander cleaned the dirty glasses behind the bar as you handed them to him one after another.

You grimaced, remembering all the teasing, quite rude teasing might you add, that you endured before Vander stepped in. "I could have kicked them out myself. Besides what do they care if I'm dating you? Not like you gave me the job because of it." They said a lot more than that but you didn't even want to go through all of it.

"Hey, you do great work here. The kids love you; I love you. All that talk about tradin' favors, bunch of bullshit, that's what it is. Besides, I know you've kept to yourself more than others around here. Got nothin' against that. If anything, makes me a bit nervous. I mean, you really want this old man to be your first at everything?" He scratched the back of your head as he remembered the night when you cuddled and you confessed, he would really be your first everything, not just your first relationship. Since then, he'd been a bit jumpier.

"Vander, you're a bit more than a decade older than me. We're both old. And when you get to my age and you haven't done anything, people talk. So, I can't really blame them for thinking what they do about me getting a job here. It's shitty yeah, but like you said, they're just assholes. I want you to be my first kiss, first everything." You confessed and suddenly you noticed Vander wasn't cleaning glasses anymore. He still had the glass and the rag in his hand but he wasn't moving at all.

You seem to have stunned him with your words. There was an old story you remember, about a kiss breaking a sleeping woman from her slumber. With a cheeky grin you pushed yourself up on the bar to get high enough to kiss him. Vander let out a sound of surprise but quickly melted into the kiss. The sound of the glass shattering also shattered the quiet moment you shared and you parted, laughing. "Well, I'll be damned. Seems like there are still things that surprise me."

Silco didn't hear anything from you about the status of you kissing or not kissing anyone. He heard it from Jinx, who heard it from Sevika. And to think one of your best friends would rat you out to her boss' daughter like that. "I'll kill that mouthy bi-" Your threat stopped on your lips, silenced by thin lips. "Silco... what the fuck?"

"What? From how I heard it, you really wanted to kiss me, but were to scared of looking desperate. Best to get things like this over with fast, otherwise they clog up your brain with unnecessary worries." He spoke like a true businessman. And at his core he was one, a corrupted one, and really good at his job.

Still, you looked at him, blinking slowly, still feeling his lips against yours. Your fingertips touched the tingly flesh.

"Silco... that was my first kiss! You asshole!" You pushed him and he did take a few steps backwards. "This is why you can never tell anything to anyone around here!"

Like it was messy he fixed his tie and vest, tugging until they were to his standard again. Then he walked up to you again, his orange eye trained on you like a cat's eye on a little mouse. "Did you hate that I did it? I was never good at asking for permission when I wanted something, or forgiveness. However, if you need an apology from me, I might consider it."

Despite the imposing presence you weren't scared of him at all. "For god’s sake, Silco, I didn't hate it. You could have put more effort in it though. You know, make it more romantic for a lady, sweep her off her feet and take her out to dinner." It was like this man did every romantic thing backwards. He slept with you before he asked you out, he never even asked you out officially, just told you he liked spending time with you, and now this. "You're hopeless sometimes."

When she heard what you said she couldn't help but let out a full belly laugh at it. "Jerk! I'm being serious!" You smacked your fists against her shoulder, which only made the big brawler of a woman laugh more. Sevika never had the most tact or subtlety, or was the best at keeping her emotions in.

"I know you are! Which is why it's so damn funny. I mean shit, sweetheart, haven't kissed anyone? I see you tearing up that dance floor every night with me. You're telling me no one ever got lucky enough to kiss you on the lips? On the other lips maybe?" She wiggled her eyebrows at you.

"You're gross sometimes, you know that." You smacked her on the bicep again, and at the next attempt she grabbed your wrist and pulled you into her lap. Your whole body went hot when her thigh flexed between your legs. "Sevika, what are you up to?"

Sevika grinned wolfishly as her hand grabbed your ass. "I'm about to kiss you. Tell me if you want me to stop." She wasn't exactly asking but she also didn't want to force this on you. When you didn't put up and resistance and tugged her a bit closer by her shirt, she leaned in to capture your lips. Like with everything else she couldn't be gentle, she didn't do gentle. The kiss was rough, passionate, with too much tongue for you who never kissed anyone before. "I'm gonna teach you how to do that better."

"Will you?" You asked all breathless and with wide pupils. One simple kiss made your whole body feel like fireworks were going off. "Better make up for you making fun of me."

Viktor was very perceptive of things that interested him. You were one of those things, even before you became his girlfriend he always listened when you talked about anything. It was his first clue that he liked was in love with you.

He noticed you always seemed to be looking down at his lips more than the things he was writing whenever he was explaining something. "You know, if you want to kiss me, it's as simple as asking." He teased as his fingers traced the pages; he was reading out to you.

"O-Oh. You noticed that did you?" You looked away at the big wall of notes behind him then back at his smiling, knowing face. "Who am I kidding, of course you did. Don't get me wrong, I want to kiss you, Viktor. But I'm also nervous because it'll be my first kiss." He closed the book, with a bit more of a thumping sound than it was warranted. As quickly as he could he crossed the distance between the two of you. His hand lifted yours to his lips.

As shy as he could be with his touches, sparing even, reserved, he found it very easy to touch you and it made your heart skip a few beats every time. Viktor was comfortable with you; he teased you like it was no big deal and would hold your hand when walking through the halls.

"I must confess, darling, I don't have much experience with kissing, or anything of a romantic or intimate nature. I've only been in a few precious relationships before. However, if you allow me, I would love to be your first kiss, today." He emetized the time with a kiss on your fingers, then your knuckles, then across your arm, your jaw. And finally... your lips.

"Do you want to be my first-" You couldn't ask anything more because you heard and saw Jayce drop the hammer he was holding on his foot and was now leaning against his desk, cursing under his breath. "Kiss. My first kiss, Jayce. Get your brilliant mind out of the gutter."

His cheeks got hot when your eyes met across the room. "Your first kiss. Uh... you never kissed anyone before now, babe? Sorry if it sounds like a dumb question but... how? I mean you're the most beautiful, amazing woman I know!"

When he finally put his foot down, confidant that it was okay to do so, he scratched the back of his neck, further adding to his confused look. You sighed. "Thank you for saying all of that. I suppose I wanted it to be special. You told me you've managed to find a breakthrough in your research, so I wanted to reward you, and myself." As you approached him, he got a big, dumb grin that stretched all over his face.

"I see. A reward. If I knew I'd be getting one I'd spend more sleepless nights here." He wrapped his arms around your body when you stepped close and pressed your bodies close.

"No, you wouldn't. I would drag you back to your bed if that's what I had to do to make you sleep properly." And you really would have done that. For right now though Jayce did a good job, and giving him your first kiss was a reward. Jayce approached you slowly, taking great care to be gentle when kissing you, to not get too carried away. He didn't, he kept it to a gentle, long kiss, but quickly got in a few more when you tried to pull away. "You giant dork."

Mel gave you a goodnight kiss but as soon as she felt you stiffen, she pulled back. She frowned when she noticed how nervous you looked. "What's the matter? Darling, are you cold? Your hands are shaking?" She ran her thumbs over the back of your hands.

"Nervous is more like it. That was my first kiss." You said with a shy smile and tried to go in for a second one. But this time Mel stopped you, her hand acting as a barrier between you two. "Hm? What?"

"Your first kiss. And you only tell me that after I've kissed you. Have I known I wouldn't have rushed into it." She sighed heavily and looked almost guilty. She kept replaying her interactions with you in her mind, you were very confident on your date, you flirted with her quite boldly too. And when you kissed her hand, she thought you wanted more.

"What? No, Mel, I'm happy my first kiss was with you! It was perfect!" You quickly spoke up to assure her. "If I didn't want it, I would have stopped you before. But holy crap, do you have any idea how much I wanted to kiss you?! I mean honestly, do you! I hardly worked up the nerve to ask you out tonight." You scratched your cheek nervously and avoided her eyes. This felt a little embarrassing to admit when you worked so hard to remain calm and project and air of confidence with her.

Chucking into her hand, Mel cupped your cheek with the other. "Is that so? If that's all then I'm glad. You don't have to pretend with me. I can assure you too, if I didn't like you, I wouldn't have said yes to our date. Much less kissed you. However, if you would allow it, I would like to re-do that kiss." Mel took your chin between her fingers and brushed her thumb against your lower lip, parting your lips just a bit before kissing you again.

[leaveonthelight]

the whole truth || clark kent

summary: when Clark's glasses fall off at work, you learn the truth pairings: clark kent x reader warnings: fluff, confessing feelings, first kiss, sfw, gn!reader word count: 2.9k a/n: this is my first time posting an x reader fic and also my first time writing for this fandom so please be gentle with me lol

You had been at the Daily Planet for a while now, stepping into big shoes. When Lois Lane had left for reasons that no one had been able to yet explain to you, you’d known it would be a tough job to fill the space she had once occupied. Still, you had gotten your head down and put the work in, getting a front page story after only a few months, and making friends with your co-workers along the way.

There was one co-worker, of course, who you had taken a real shine to. It was hard for a man who must have been well over 6 feet tall to make himself look small, but somehow, Clark Kent managed it. Every morning he tripped into the office, quite literally, at least five minutes late, pushing his glasses up his nose and pushing those dark curls back from his forehead when they fell into his face. It was endearing, and since your desks were so close to one another, endearment had turned to affection pretty quickly.

Having a work crush was fun, for the most part. It gave you something to look forward to when you sat at your desk, bleary-eyed from a late night and an early start after whatever interdimensional or cosmic threat had kept you up half the night. Watching him weave through the crowds of bodies, shoulders hunched and twisting as he tried to get through without walking into anyone, made you giggle. After a few mornings of listening to him lament that he was never in early enough to get a hot cup of coffee, you’d taken to making him a cup when you made your own, which you swore was out of courtesy for a colleague and nothing to do with the way those sapphire blue eyes would light up when he saw the mug and turned around to thank you. Sometimes, if he managed to get in close enough to be called on-time, you would still be walking back to his desk just as he arrived at it. Those mornings were your favourite, because of the gentle brush of his fingers against yours as he gratefully took the mug from you.

Whilst those mornings were few and far between, they were enough to keep stoking the embers of your silly office crush. From what you had gleaned around the office, Clark and Lois had sort of had a thing, so you doubted Clark was up for dating or anything. Your office crush would remain just that. A crush, confined to work. But you could dream.

And you were dreaming, standing at the coffee station again, making yourself another mug. Superman and the Justice Gang (terrible name, thank god it wasn’t official) had kept you awake most of the night battling some alien robots that had come to Metropolis to wipe the city off the map and mine for some kind of rare ore. You were admittedly feeling a little groggy, and were hoping a second (or third, or fourth) cup of coffee would serve as a good pick-me-up. And in quiet moments like these, it was easy to get distracted.

How flustered would Clark get if you asked him out? He sometimes blushed just if you turned to look at him or handed him something from the printer, but announcing that you thought he was cute and wanted to see him outside of work? You could picture his expression, the wide puppy dog eyes and the pink cheeks. And how good would he look over a cande-lit dinner at that little Italian place just down from your apartment? You were sure it would make his eyes sparkle, make the curve of his lower lip look ever fuller—

You step back with your cup, ready to get back to work and out of your head, and walk straight into the unfortunate path of an intern, whose arms are piled high with papers. They yelp, jumping out of the way and into a chair, which spins dangerously quickly across the room and directly into Clark’s path as he’s walking by. He catches it, thank god, but the impact of it must have jolted him, because his glasses fly off and skitter across the floor, landing directly at your feet.

“Oh, shoot!” He murmurs, sounding a little more distressed than you would expect over a pair of glasses. Maybe his vision is really just that bad…

“It’s okay! I have them!” You reassure him, reaching down to nab them off the floor before someone can stand on them.

Clark has stepped closer, his head down, black curls falling into his eyes. “No, no, it’s fine, i—“

“Here you are.” You smile as you looked up, still crouched on the floor, Clark crouched in front of you. You hold the glasses out, but when his eyes meet yours, you smile drops. 

That isn’t Clark.

“You’re—“

“Please don’t.” He whispers. He takes the glasses from you, shoving them indelicately on his face and pushing them up the bridge of his nose. You squint, your eyes suddenly hurting. He’s Clark again?

“But—you’re—you were—“

“Please.” He repeats. He murmurs your name gently, reaching out to touch your arm, shaking his head as he brings you both to standing. You look up into his face, bewildered. He looks like Clark again, but you know what you saw. 

You suddenly become conscious of people looking at you; the chair and everything must have caused a bit of a commotion. You swallow down the words in your throat and nod. Now wasn’t really the time, nor the place.

Clark takes his hand away from your arm, and you immediately miss the warmth of it. “H-how about dinner tonight, at my place?” He says, his voice soft in the small space between you both. You hadn’t realised how close you were now, and you have to tip your head back a bit to look up at him. “And I can explain.”

He knew you wouldn’t be able to just let it go. Who could, really? It wasn’t quite the invitation to dinner with Clark that you’d been hoping for the last few months but you nod anyways. “Okay.” You murmur. You’re about to step away when a thought occurs to you. “Do you want me to bring anything?”

The question seems to take Clark by surprise and he smiles despite the anxiety that tenses his shoulders. “Uh— no, no, it’s fine. Just yourself.”

“Okay.” You say again. A smile of your own breaks through and you duck your head, scurrying back to your desk.

You had been to Clark’s place only once before, when he had left his laptop at the office and you had dropped it off for him on the way home. You hadn’t really gone inside or anything, though, so this was new territory for you. You raise your hand to knock, and just as soon as your knuckles hit the wood your hear Clark’s voice call, “It’s open!”

“It’s just me,” You reply as you step inside his apartment, slipping off your jacket and hanging it up on the rack by the door. You don’t know if it was a shoes off or a shoes on kind of home, but decide to leave them on in case you needed to make a speedy retreat.

Not that you’re expecting it to come to that. In the intervening hours between this morning and now, you’d thought about it non-stop, and gone through a lot of different thoughts and emotions. Maybe you imagined it. Just seeing things. Clark was tall, had dark hair, a strong jawline —  in the right lighting he could look like Superman. But if you imagined it, why would he have offered to explain? 

So maybe he was, like, superman’s long lost twin or something. That didn’t explain the glasses, though. They must have some sort of effect on the mind, that was the only assumption you could really make, because how else would they work? To have tech like that…

You kept coming back to the same conclusion, then. Clark Kent was Superman. Superman was Clark Kent. 

Maybe you should be worried about knowing Superman’s secret identity, but this was Superman. He saved puppies from burning buildings and scooped children up out of the way of out of control cars. He was a good man, and you knew Clark was a good man too. Despite the knowledge that you maybe should be worried, you couldn’t find it in yourself to feel anything other than curious.

You follow the sounds of someone cooking, and find yourself in the kitchen doorway. Clark stands with his back to you, but he turns to look over his shoulder when you say, “It smells good in here. What’re you making?”

You hadn’t assumed he would be much of a cook, for some reason. Then again, you hadn’t assumed he would be as superhero either, so maybe Clark was just full of surprises. 

“Pasta puttanesca.” He replies, giving the pan a stir. He’s still wearing his suit from earlier, but he’s ditched the jacket and the tie, allowing you to see the muscles shift in his shoulders as he works. You take a small breath, still standing in the doorway as Clark finally turns around to face you. “Do you want a drink?”

You kind of do - a bit of Dutch courage might be good right now - but more than anything, you want answers. Your silence makes him smile, and he leans against the counter, arms folded over his broad chest. He’s wearing his glasses, and you don’t know why it surprises you, since he always has them on. You just thought, maybe, he might ditch them tonight. 

“I just… want to know what’s going on.” You say, raising your shoulders in a gentle shrug. “Make sure I’m not going crazy.”

“You’re not going crazy.” He reassures you, his voice gentle, almost hidden by the sizzle of the pans on the stovetop. 

You take another breath in. “You’re Superman.”

Clark’s gaze falls to the floor, arms crossed over his chest. He always wears his jacket in the office, which is maybe why you hadn’t noticed just how muscular he really is. Plus, now that he’s at home, he doesn’t seem to be hunching half as much as he normally does. He seems taller, more statuesque, and you know for certain that you weren’t seeing things earlier. With the glasses on he still looks different, but the way he carries himself? That’s a super hero.

“They’re, uh, hypno-glasses.” He taps the frames with one finger, finally looking up at you again. “They make people see what I want them to see. It’s not super strong, or anything, more a trick of the mind sort of thing.” 

You nod. It’s strange, but it’s sort of an easy concept to follow, if you don’t dig into the specifics too much. You take a few steps forward, and nod at the glasses. “May I?”

He shifts a little, but he nods. “Be my guest.”

You reach up slowly, as if tending to a wounded deer, and slip the glasses off his face. You aren’t often so close to him, but now you can feel his breath fanning your face as your hands hover by his temples. Again, as you remove the glasses, your eyes hurt. You blink a few times and there he is: Superman, standing right in front of you. 

“Trippy.” You murmur, your eyes wandering over his features. His jawline is just a touch stronger, his nose a little bit straighter. You wouldn’t say that Clark was plain, not at all, but compared to Superman… well, he’s a heartthrob for a reason. 

You look down at the glasses in your hands, realising you’ve been staring at Clark for at least a minute in silence. “Will they work on me?”

“I don’t see why not. Not on me, though.”

“No.” You agree. “Because of the supervision?”

“Right.” Clark nods, smiling at you in a way that makes the butterflies in your stomach begin to flutter. 

“Why not just wear a mask?” You ask him, hoping it’ll distract you. 

Clark turns, stirring the sauce in the pan again. You had almost forgotten about it, but you’re glad that he hasn’t. Maybe this isn’t the first date you’d dreamed of, but you’d still quite like dinner. 

“People in masks can be… scary.” He says. When he’s content with the sauce he turns to look at you again, leaning once more against the counter. “I’m an alien with super strength, super speed, laser eyes– I should be terrifying. But I don’t want to be.”

It’s a sweet sentiment. One that seems very Clark, and very Superman, all at once. Which makes sense now, given what you know. “Is that why you wear your underwear on the outside?” You tease lightly.

Clark laughs. “It is, actually, yeah. I don’t want people to be scared of me. I just want to help.”

God, it’s no wonder most of the world is obsessed with Superman. His words and the sincerity in his voice… you know he means it. And he’s right, Superman should be terrifying. A being that powerful? He should be locked away or put down, lest he try to take over the world. But Superman has never wanted to do anything but help, but save people. He’s a good man.

“The glasses just help me to blend in a little.” He continues. “Help people notice me less–”

You can’t help it. You snort as you try to hide a laugh, and you raise your hand to cover your mouth. He looks at you, bewildered. “What?”

“You–” You shake your head, smiling. Not laughing at him, just… amused. That he would ever think no one would notice him. You slip his glasses back into place, and whilst it no longer makes your eyes strain, your head does feel a little funny as he becomes the Clark you know. Though, you’re sure you can see a bit more of Superman in his features, now… 

“Clark, you might not look like Superman– like yourself with the glasses on,” You correct yourself. “But you’re still you. You’re kind, and helpful, and– yknow. Cute. Tall.” You smile. “Half the office has a crush on you.”

He still looks a little bewildered, and there’s a blush spreading over his cheekbones that you want to follow with your fingertips. “Huh.” He murmurs. He stares at a spot over your shoulder for a moment, and you smile at his oblivious he may have been. But then his bright blue eyes flick back to you, and without hesitation, he asks, “Do you?”

Sometimes, you forget that Clark is also a journalist, so he knows when to ask the right question, and he’s not too afraid to ask them. Which is why it takes you off guard, and your smile shifts, becoming a little more sheepish as you duck your head, and say, “Well, sure. Of course. I’ve had a crush on you since the day we met.”

He’s quiet for a moment, and you wonder if it was wrong to admit it. What if he doesn’t feel the same way, and you’ve made work incredibly awkward? It’s a big office, but not quite big enough to avoid Clark forever. Before he can say anything either way, though, an alarm goes off.

“Darn it.” He murmurs, spinning around to tap his phone and turn the timer off. He takes the pans off the heat, tipping the pasta into the strainer in the sink. You watch him, your heart still in your throat. 

“Y’know, if I’d known this was a first date I might’ve made something more impressive.” He says, shaking his head at himself as he fetches two plates.

A smile spreads over your features. “This is a first date?” You ask.

He turns to look at you, and now it’s his turn to look a little bit sheepish. “Well, y’know – if two people who like each other have dinner then that’s a date, right?”

You purse your lips to keep from grinning. He likes you. Clark Kent - Superman - likes you back. You feel like a teenager again, and the joy makes you feel almost lightheaded. “I think it’s only a date if you agree that it’s a date.” You say. “But… I think we can call this an unofficial one.”

He grins, flashing a smile so bright that it dazzles you for a second. “That sounds fair.” He agrees.

“And Clark–” You step forward, putting a hand on his arm. As much as you want to eat, you need him to know that everything you’ve learned tonight stays with you. You might be a reporter, but this is one story you won’t be writing up. “I’m not going to tell anyone about– you know.” You look at his glasses. He hasn’t taken them off yet, and you find you’re glad. Superman’s great, of course, but you’re here to have dinner with Clark. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

“Thank you.” He murmurs. 

“If,” You continue, smiling coyly. “You kiss me. That’s the cost of my silence.”

He laughs gently, but he turns to face you, his large hands settling on your hips, sliding around to the small of your back as your arms wind around his neck. “Seems fair.” He agrees, leaning down to press his mouth to yours. His lips are just as soft as you had imagined them, full and warm beneath yours, which part on a soft sigh. He pulls you even closer so that your bodies press together, and as his tongue slides along yours you think you might be willing to forget about dinner entirely.

Your stomach, however, doesn’t agree. It rumbles loudly, and you pull back an inch to laugh as Clark does the same, though his hands remain pressed to your back, and your arms don’t shift from around his neck. At least until you reach up with one hand to push the curls off his forehead, saying, “We should probably eat.”

“Seems like it.” He agrees with a chuckle. “The table’s set, if you wanna sit down. I’ll bring it through.”

You nod, rocking onto your tiptoes to press another brief kiss to his lips, unable to stop yourself. As you head to the table you suppose you’ll have to talk about what dating a superhero actually means, but not now. For now you’re content to spend the night with Clark, and take the rest as it comes.

[fairy-writes]

Hi!! I saw that you write for Arcane and had a really cute idea for Vander. I don’t really see a lot of fics where you get to see Vander’s reactions to the reader either playing with the kids or comforting them, so I thought a fic centered around that might be cute? (I think also having a bit of slow burn would be sweet, like both Vander and the reader like each other but don’t do anything about it until getting a little push from the kids because they ship).

ONE LITTLE PUSH

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Arcane: League of Legends

Pairing(s): Vander x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Bit of a Slowburn, Fluff, Getting Together, Reader is Smaller than Vander (but who isn’t?), Sibling Bickering

Notes: VANDER MY FAVORITE

(No, but seriously, contrary to popular belief, he’s my 1st favorite over Viktor)

JUST IN TIME (kind of) FOR SEASON TWO, LETS GOOOOO

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Vander wasn’t quite sure why you stuck around for so long. 

In fact, he wasn’t sure why you stuck around in the first place. 

But… As Vander watches you with the kids. His kids. He begins to understand why. 

You were kind, unyieldingly so. Even as Mylo grew to start picking on Powder, even as they fought, you were kind and patient and offered them the unending gentle love they all so craved. 

The love he couldn’t afford to give them because who could be gentle in the Undercity? Especially in the depths of the Lanes?

You could. 

Vander was in the middle of pouring a drink when Powder tumbled into The Last Drop. She was covered in bruises and dust from something. Or someone. She barely met his gaze as she clambered to her feet and all but sprinted into the back where they all slept. Vander looked through the multitude of customers and spotted you. 

You had obviously seen Powder go bolting, worry twisting your face as you glanced toward the bar and met his stare. You arched an eyebrow, and he shrugged. You rolled your eyes and sighed before smiling in jest and getting up from where you had been tinkering with the jukebox. 

Vander finally manages to get away from his chatty clients and makes his way back into the back room nearly fifteen minutes later. 

Only to pause by the door. 

“—ylo hates me! He does, I swear!” Powder cries, and you hush her gently, dabbing what looks to be some of the antiseptic you have lying around on her cuts and bruises. Disinfectant was hard to come by, especially in the Lanes, but you were seemingly magic in the sense that you always knew who to talk to to get some. It seems you had worked your magic yet again. 

“Did Mylo say that he hates you?” You ask gently, whispering a quiet “sorry” under your breath as she flinched with the sting of the antiseptic. 

Powder pauses, thinking what had to be her earlier conversation over, 

“Well… No…” She mumbles, and you hum, 

“Can I give you my honest opinion?” You ask, and she stills, looking up at you with wide eyes before nodding. 

“Aren’t you always honest with us?” She asks. You chuckle at that. 

“I suppose I am. But I don’t think Mylo hates you. Does he find you a bit annoying? Maybe. But every big brother thinks that about their younger siblings. I know mine did.” You say, and Powder mulls your words over and over and over in her mind. 

She always did overthink things. 

“I didn't know you had a big brother.” She says eventually, and you let out a loud laugh at that. 

“You are a silly girl for focusing on that. But yes, I came from a big family. And guess what? I was the baby of the family. Just. Like. You.” You say, emphasizing your words with a pinch to her side. Powder squeals with laughter and wriggles away to escape your dastardly tickling. 

Vander hangs his head with a huff and a smile before turning to head back to the bar counter. He can hear your conversation continue as Powder escapes your grasp.

“Now, where did you get all these bruises from?”

“Um… Vi taught me parkour from Topside down…”

“Powder! You’re like seven!”

“Seven and a half! And she said I was ready!”

Ever since you began to stick around, you had become something of a parent figure to the four little children Vander had come into care for. 

To Vi and Powder especially. 

So when Mylo burst into The Last Drop with the words of a fistfight on his tongue, you were the first one out the door. 

Vander was close behind. 

Mylo led you and Vander deep into the Undercity. In fact, it was so far into the Undercity that Vander was worried they were getting into some dark territory. 

Like… Really dark territory. 

But soon enough, the sounds of a fight were heard, and soon after, you were deep in the throng of a multi-person fistfight. Everyone paused for a second when they saw you and then stopped altogether when they spotted Vander not far behind. 

You began to pull people off and shoved them out of the way. You did this again and again, ducking under a few stray punches until you managed to unearth Vi. 

She wasn’t looking too hot. 

Her face was bruised and swollen, and the fifteen-year-old spat out a wad of blood as she bared her bloody teeth and prepared to fight again. 

At least until she saw you. 

It was as if the tension had been released from her shoulders. 

She all but slumped into your grasp, and you stumbled back a step with the sudden weight. Vander yanked the last person away from you both and scooped up his adoptive daughter. She leaned her head into the crook of his neck and was obviously fighting back tears. 

Mylo was hunched over, hands on his knees, and wheezed from all the sprinting. 

“Vi? Violet, can you hear me?” You said as soon as you all returned to The Last Drop, and Vander set her down on the couch. Powder and Claggor had been found a block away, fighting off more thugs from whoever sent them after the literal children. 

He would've pummeled them to a pulp if Vander hadn’t hung up his gauntlets years before. 

Vi’s head lolled from side to side, and you shone a pocket flashlight into her eyes, watching as her pupils dilated and contracted. You were experienced at this, taking care of people, even more so than he thought. 

Were you a doctor deep in your past? 

As Vander thought about it, he realized he didn’t know practically anything about you. Your past, your likes, dislikes, he knew you were good with machines and medicine and that you came from a big family. But that was it. 

And that hurt his heart. 

You ended up ushering everyone out of the room while you worked on caring for Vi. Vander closed the bar early and was in the middle of putting chairs on tables when you emerged. Powder, Mylo, and Claggor dropped what they were doing. They scampered to your side, a chorus of “How’s Vi?” erupting from the kids. You offered them a tired smile and patted their heads. 

“She’ll be okay. She’s resting right now. You can go in and see her if you’re quiet.”

And then it was the two of you. 

Vander set the final chair on top of the table and meandered his way over where you were sitting at the bar, head in your hands. 

You looked tired. 

“Is she really okay?” He asked, and you grunted, rubbing at your temples. 

“She has a broken nose, fractured left arm, some bruised ribs, and a concussion. Which, all things considered, she’s very lucky. It could’ve been a lot worse.” You say, and he sighs, 

“Did she say why she got into the fight?” He replied, and you shrug, 

“She was protecting Powder. Then, more people started showing up until it was an all-out brawl. That’s when we stepped in.” You say, and his shoulders sag. 

Vi was going to be okay. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever said it. But thank you. For everything you’ve done. Taking care of them and all that.” He says, and you just hum. 

“You guys gave me a home after everything. I’m just repaying my debt. Well… that and I love those kids.” You say, and he arches an eyebrow,

“After everything?” He inquires, and you glance up sharply as if not realizing what you had said. 

Eventually, your gaze casts downward, and you run a hand over your head and through your hair. 

“I was a doctor in Piltover before the rebellion. I was caught trying to help the Undercity before they were officially citizens and cast out.” You say, and his arched eyebrow raises even higher. 

“A doctor? Were you any good?” You bark out a dry laugh at that,

“One of the best!” Your voice cracks as you speak, and he feels his heart splinter into pieces. 

Vander should’ve known that Claggor and Mylo were up to something when they came in with sneaky grins on their faces. 

The Last Drop was all but desolate. It was the wee hours of the morning before the people of the Undercity awoke to begin their day. But the door was unlocked, and the kids were allowed to run in and out as they pleased. 

Which they had been doing a lot in the last hour or so. 

“Vander!” Mylor clamored for his adopted father’s attention, waving an excited hand as he scampered up to the counter. Claggor hung behind, ever the stoic young man. But there was mischief in their eyes and curling the corners of their mouths. 

Vander slung the rag he used to wipe the counters down over his shoulder and leaned on the bar counter. 

“What did you do now?” He teased, and Mylo all but squawked. 

“When have I ever done anything?!” Vander just stared, 

“Do you really want me to answer that?” He asked, and Claggor snickered at Mylo’s deflated expression. Mylo quickly spun on a heel and jabbed a finger at his adopted brother, 

“Not a word outta you, Claggor!” He snapped before spinning back as something dawned on him.

“You gotta come with us!” He demanded, and Vander glanced between the two of them. 

“Why?” He asked, and Mylo let out an exaggerated groan.

“No questions! Just come on!” He grabbed Vander’s hand and tried tugging him around the counter and toward the front door. 

Vander relented, locking the door behind him as he followed the two boys. 

Only to realize very quickly what was actually going on. 

His first tip-off was hearing Powder and Vi’s voices, yours mixed in as you asked where you were going, why they were taking you, and what they were doing. 

Vi answered no questions. Powder just chirped excitedly. “You’ll see! You’ll see!”

The six of you met in the middle of the street, Powder dragging you by your hand as you followed behind patiently. You glanced up from listening to Powder, and your gazes met. Vander felt his heart skip a beat as he took in your appearance. There wasn’t anything particularly new, but you looked like you had cleaned up some. Your hair was pinned neatly back, and your clothes looked ironed. 

You looked… Really nice.

“Vander? What’s going on?” You asked, and Vi nudged you with her good arm. Her fractured left one was still healing carefully under your care. 

“We’re setting you two up.” She teased, and you stared dumbly. 

“Setting us up how?” You asked, and now it was Powder’s turn to blurt out an answer, 

“On a date!” 

Before the two of you could react, all four kids all but disappeared around the corner in a cloud of dust. Leaving you facing Vander and utterly alone. 

It was safe to say he was panicking just a little bit. 

“Vander? Do you have any idea what they meant?” You asked gently, and he scrubbed a hand down his face. 

“My guess is they want us to go on a date.” He said, fully prepared to hear rejection. Because who would want to go on a date with him? A middle-aged man with a stained past. His lungs twisted as he heard you take a step closer. 

A smaller hand slipped into his, and he looked down from where he had been staring at Topside. 

Your eyes were lit up, not with disgust at the proposition he was proposing. 

But they were filled with hope for the future this relationship would bring. 

[lilybecca1]

Wait, Bakudeku is literally considered canon in the Japanese fandom???!!! Like no joke, in Japan Bkdk being canon is actually a widely accepted thing?? Like, let me get this straight.

The manga was meant for Japanese audience mainly, so the romance would also be something that is suited for Japanese audience, not the direct and straight forward approach that non-japanese shows have when it comes to romance. And you guys remember the "Rest of our lives" scene? Well yeah, that's actually a marriage proposal in Japan. In Japan they don't say Will you marry me? Some of the most common proposal lines are literally:

“Let’s spend the rest of our lives together.”

“Having you by my side is what completes me.”

“I can't imagine my life without you in it.”

“I wish I could give you everything, but I hope that this ring is enough.”

"I will protect you forever."

Like bro what?? These are literally Bkdk coded. Like Izuku fr thought once that he can't imagine his world without Kacchan in it. And the “I wish I could give you everything, but I hope that this ring is enough.”?? Replace ring with hero suit and you get the freaking ending of the manga. And I will protect you forever is also so them like I just can't yjxnsjxjnxjdkkxkxkxkxkkdk

I know we were all waiting for Horikoshi to make Bkdk canon in some big way like at the end they're revealed to be together or some confession or some shit but we do forget sometimes that this is set in Japanese culture and in Japan things are very different. Much more subtle and way less straight forward and obvious. Most japanese husbands and wives don't even normally say I love you to each other, because they express love through different ways, like action. And that is very hard for our non-japanese brains to understand cause it's just so different over there and instead of being expressive, love in Japanese culture is more about gratitude expressed through actions and devotion. It's much more symbolic.

So then when we think back on all those Cherry Blossom official arts, well NOW it doesn't seem too far fetched to think it might mean something, does it? For us, all these little hints and symbolism are just that. Hints and symbolism. But for Japanese people? They know how to read it very well and it's common in Japan to express certain things through symbolism. Like "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" Is a full on marriage proposal line. It doesn't seem like it to us, but to them yes. Also let's not forget we literally have a scene with Deku looking out at the moon and Bakugo too 😭

So, if we look at it in a Japanese sense, and that in japaese culture, love is expressed in a more symbolic way, and through actions and devotion, then it isn't so hard to believe anymore that Bakugo and Deku are actually fully implied canon in the manga. I mean talk about devotion..Bakugo literally spent 8 YEARS to help fund that suit for Izuku. He took "actions speak louder than words" fcking seriously.

Like would it be better if Horikoshi actually made them say they were in love or made then kiss or something? Yeah, but realistically speaking that probably wasn't gonna happen either way. And the fact that the Japanese fandom, who the manga is literally meant for, is fr congratulating Bakudeku for being canon!!!! Like y'all if the japanese fandom thinks that they're canon then it's safe to say that they are. Because in a sense, Japanese people can read and understand that "language" behind those hints better than us. And if they say it's canon, then I bet my ass it is.

TOO BAD I AIN'T FCKING JAPANESE

Like seriously why is it so hard being European. We wouldn't believe something was true until the cold hard evidence was literally laid right in front of our freaking eyes.

[jynerie]

Pretty Boy, Come here!!

summary. Calling your boyfriend's pretty boy for the first time! feat. Nanami, Satoru, Suguru tags. Fluff notes. If this is similar to one other fandom fic, js know its mine, I just wrote this according to the jjk characters<3 other note i dont like suguru but oh well, i tried LOL

Gojo Satoru

Turns around, and smiles. 

But its not the soft, kind of smile.

It’s smug. So smug you regret calling him that. Just slightly…. maybe.

"Pretty boy?" He grinned, tilting his head to you and  raising a hand to your chin. "I'm flattered you think of me like that, dear."

You grimace at his smug grin, and he notices, his smile only growing more.

"Darling, why the grimace?"

You huff at his teasing tone. "I shouldn't have called you that."

"Awe, am I not pretty?"

"Well, no— stop grinning like that. Shut up, stop being smug!"

He will never let you live it down and you will have to hear him brag about you calling him pretty more than once to the people close to him.

He knows he’s pretty, but hearing it from you? 

Gojo Satoru nearly fell to his knees just to hear you call him that again. But y’know, he wants to be cool and suave for his pretty girlfriend. 

You know he’s faking. You see right through the man. 

Back in the privacy of your house, he’s smiling widely, asking you to call him pretty again. 

“I am your pretty boy, yeah?”  You laugh. “Yes, ‘Toru. My pretty boy.” He beams.

Nanami Kento

Blinks. Clears his throat. Flushes.

“Are you referring to me, sweetheart?”

You smile, and nod. “Yes, darling, I meant you.” When he nears you, you can tell that he’s flushed by the way his ears are red. You giggle, “What? You never got called pretty before?” 

“Well, I do get complimented quite a lot.” Kento murmurs, voice low as he moves his hand to cup your cheeks. “But it feels infinitely better to hear that from you.” 

“Oh, stop it. You’re so cheesy!” You laugh, but he merely smiles, kissing your cheeks. 

“I may be so, but please do continue calling me your pretty boy. I quite like it.” 

You nod, wrapping your arms around his waist as you smile. “Of course, my pretty boy.”

Kento hums in satisfaction, “But of course, you are much prettier. Beautiful, in fact.” 

You flush, and smack his arm. “Kento!” 

He laughs. “I only speak the truth.”

You just grumble. “You have this thing of turning the table every time I compliment you.”

“Yes, well, I enjoy seeing you flustered.”

That does not help your already red face.

Geto Suguru

Slowly turns around. Looks behind him, then at you, then he points to himself.

“Ah. You mean me?”

“Yes, Baby, I meant you.” You laugh.

He smiles, walks over to you and wraps his arms around you. 

"I like that. Can you call me that more?"

He asks you, muffled and hiding his red face from you by burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You just let out a fond laugh and hug him back.

"Of course, love. I can call you that how many times you want me to."

Should you do it again after that, he would beam, either a big grin or a small, fond smile and immediately head over to you.

He would hug or press a sweet kiss to your forehead or cheek.

He very much is your pretty boy.