#i don't understand this. if you want to disagree with me come to my replies and fight don't be a coward and reblog and disagree in the tags

[bigbstatz]

"nice post but i disagree with everything you just said" why are you reblogging my post then if you think i'm wrong, you big clown

[melminli]

Dirty Cash (Money Talks)

summary - you had nothing against your colleague, but you weren't stupid enough to be fooled by his innocent smile and appearance since you knew exactly what kind of corrupt person was hiding behind that costume. after all, you were wearing the same one.

pairing: (gong yoo/ji-cheol) the salesman x fem. recruiter reader

word count: 1.4k

contains: talk about gambling + death and murder, sexual tension?, crack and just evil morals tbh

a/n: i watched maybe the first fifteen minutes or so of bullet train, but i thought of the two funny dudes from it while writing this bcuz their dynamic was funny af. also, i will use the actor's name in this fic since the character itself doesn't really have an official one that was mentioned in the series!

You straightened your tie with your free hand while watching your train approach from the side. The station was always pretty empty at this hour, which saved you the jostling and squeezing as you entered. After that, you sat down comfortably with a light sigh - next to the free seat beside your devilishly handsome colleague. “Are you alright? Don't tell me that you had a exhausting day?” he asked you worriedly with his typical innocent smile on his face but you've known the guy for a while now and you knew exactly how dishonest he sounded right now.

You returned his gaze for a second, uninterested, before turning it back in front of you to observe your surroundings from the window. “Exhausting day? Don't make fun of me or I'll punch you in the face,” you replied monotone and Gong Yoo didn't doubt your statement for a second - or Ji-cheol as you preferred to call him since you weren't a big fan of nicknames. “I had a great time punching those bastards in the face one by one. It feels kinda therapeutic, so I'm actually feeling pretty good right now,” you told him, talking about the subject as if you were talking about the weather.

Your colleague grunted with delight at your good news. “And I would never disagree with you on that.” he said and then just watched your figure silently for a while before speaking up again. “Since you're in such a good mood, would you be willing to play a more private game between the two of us?” he suggested, making you look at him in utter disbelief.

“A private game? With you?” you repeated, amused and laughed in his face. “Hell, no. But don't worry, I'll let you know next time I want to get totally screwed by a freaky pervert,” you added, your voice dripping with sarcasm. Which will be, never.

“Come on, don't be like that,” he asked you sweetly. As sweet as the wolf who pretended to be the mother of the seven little goats before he ate them all one by one. “It's just a tiny, harmless game. It's been so long since we've played anything together.” he complained to you earnestly as if you actually cared, and you didn't.

Yeah, you remembered the last time very clearly, even if you would much rather prefer that you didn't. You hummed. “Is that so? Huh. I mean, it could be because you almost killed me in a fucking game of tic-tac-toe the last time, but that's just a theory.” You said with a shrug, clearly still resenting him for that. However, he just rolled his eyes unaffected by your grudge. “But you didn't, right? It was the other guy who got the bullet in his head.” He replied, not even remembering his name. Not that he had to.

You just glared at him while you rubbed your forehead. “Yeah, maybe. But I'm tired of risking my life just because it makes you horny and you can jerk off to it.” You made your feelings on the matter clear. “You know that the whole living on the edge of death thing isn't really my cup of tea. At least try to understand me a bit here, too.”

I suppose she's not entirely wrong, I could give it a try. I never thought about it like that before, did I? He thought to himself in his head as he ran his tongue over the back of his teeth while he pondered. How selfish of me. “So what exactly do I have to do, to convince you?” He asked you while he already had a few ideas in mind.

You grinned. “You know that very well, don't play dumb.” You demanded as you leaned closer to him so that he could hear what you were singing softly. “Money talks, money talks - dirty cash, I want you, and dirty cash, I need you, oh ~”

He raised an eyebrow, not particularly surprised. “So you want to play for money?” He repeated it, not outright rejecting your request. “Don't you have enough of that already? You're really insatiable when it comes to cash and now you want mine, too?” he joked just to get you worked up.

Though, you didn't get the slightest bit offended by what he said. “Can you ever have enough money? Besides, I'm not forcing you to give it to me, am I?” you said with a smile, already knowing that he would agree to your terms. “But if you want me to play with you, I want eight million won for every round I win.”

She's so greedy for someone who is already more than wealthy. “Aren't you exaggerating a bit? Most people don't earn that much in a month,” he continued his act of - whatever this was - because he just loved arguing with you.

“So? We both have the same salary, I know you can afford it,” you said, holding a hand in the air as soon as you felt that he wanted to stretch this unnecessary conversation even more. “You have to decide now what you want to do or I withdraw my proposal again.”

Gong Yoo closed his mouth and started grinning even wider. “You don't even want to know what kind of game I want to play?” he asked curiously, nodding and accepting whatever you wanted as soon as he saw that you actually weren't interested. You couldn't even imagine how gladly he gave in to you at this moment. “All right, I agree with your request.”

You stood up with your briefcase in hand after your station was announced. “Good. Text me when you have something in mind, I'll be there as long as it fits timewise.”

Your colleague continued to watch you with a look on his face that used to make you more than just uncomfortable back in the day - though, it didn't even bother you in the slightest now. “You don't want to accompany me to the...office?”

You smiled while the train started to slow down. “Au revoir, Ji-cheol.” you just said your goodbye to him and stepped out of the doors. You didn't even spare the poor guy a second glance when he waved his hand at you from the window. She can be so heartless sometimes, he thought to himself, even if you were like this pretty much all the time. I'll have to think of something good to ask for in return should I win. I'm definitely not going to hold back when there's this much money at stake.

You didn't give a second thought to anything as you made your way home after a day's work like any normal citizen would do. However, your steps slowed considerably when you noticed a beggar in your field of vision and even though the rest of the crowd ignored the man and his entire existence, you couldn't help but focus your full attention on him. You looked at your watch, I've been off work for a while now. But even then, you couldn't help but notice that he was one of the people on your list to recruit for the game. He'll still be here tomorrow, but I don't mind another round of Ddakji. I love money more than anything - but I'm not doing this job for only that.

“Excuse me,” you spoke to the man with a polite smile on your face, and he only submissively avoided your gaze as he listened to you. After all, one rarely approached people like him and why would they? He held his cup of loose change out in front of him, probably expecting you to give him a small donation, but you wanted to give him so much more than that. Even if the guy didn't know it right now - you wanted to give him another chance in life, so that he wouldn't continue to be just a miserable failure.

You ignored his donation cup. “I was wondering if you might have a moment because I'd like to make you an offer,” you continued politely and the man met your gaze at that. Yeah, you were really looking forward to what was about to happen - after all, you were known for letting your opponent only win if you allowed them to.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Hurt V

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Morsa's operation

Morsa has to have surgery on her foot because she hurt it really, really bad. Bad enough that she's out of the team while she recovers. Bad enough that you have to visit her in hospital.

Momma takes you into her room when Morsa wakes up from her surgery sleep.

"Morsa," You say," You've got Sweden on your foot."

On her bandaged foot is the Swedish flag. You recognise it because Morsa tried to make you learn it before you learnt the Danish one. She failed at that second bit but she did make sure you learnt the flag.

"Yeah," She says," I do have Sweden on my foot."

"Is Sweden making your foot better?"

Morsa laughs a little while Momma puts you up on her bed. "It is."

"You should take a picture," You tell her," So the team can know Sweden's making you better."

"Alright, princesse. I'll take a picture for the girls."

You make sure Morsa takes a lot of pictures to show both the Bayern girls and the Sweden girls so they know she's okay.

The doctors keep coming in all day to check on Morsa and her Sweden foot and you get to watch Morsa get poked and prodded before being taken home by Momma.

Morsa's got to stay in the hospital for another day to check that her Sweden foot isn't going to fall off or anything but she's welcome to come home the next day.

She comes home on crutches, hobbling up the front doorstep before practically melting into the sofa. You bring her a drink and she captures you quickly, tugging you onto the sofa with her before crushing you into a hug.

"Morsa!" You shriek as ticklish kisses attack your face," Stop it!"

"Hey, now," Magda laughs," Don't kick out. I'm injured, remember? You don't want to hurt me more."

"You're doing this on purpose!" You tell her as one of her hands winds around your legs so all you can do is wiggle your body.

"Doing what on purpose? Giving love to my favourite girl?"

"Make Momma your favourite!" You tell her but she doesn't listen, dropping more kisses all over your face as you try to escape.

"Magda," Pernille says reproachfully as she returns from the kitchen," You're still injured. Take it easy."

"I am taking it easy," Magda replies whilst standing and dangling you upside down by your ankles.

"Magda," Pernille says again," Holding our child hostage is not taking it easy."

"I beg to disagree."

"Magda, I mean it. Sit down."

Magda sits down, releasing you as she does so and you hurry off to your toy corner and beanbag chair to catch your breath.

"Have you still got Sweden on your foot?"

Magda pulls off her sock to triumphantly show her Sweden bandage. "I do still have Sweden on my foot!"

"You should put Denmark on your foot."

The grin on Magda's face drops as she stares at you, mouth hanging open. "What?"

"You should put Denmark on your foot," You repeat," Because Momma's from Denmark and she always makes me feel better when I have ouchies."

"Princesse," Magda says," I can't just change it to Denmark. That's like...treason or something."

"Why's it treason?"

"Because...er...Because..."

"Because your Morsa is very silly and takes a rivalry a bit too seriously even at home," Pernille explains to you.

"Oh," You say, nodding in understanding before turning back to Magda," You're very silly, Morsa and you really should put Denmark on your foot because then Momma's Denmark magic can help you."

Magda still looks stricken and Pernille forces herself to cough to cover her laugh.

"That's a very good idea," She says," We've got to change Morsa's bandage anyway. I managed to buy a red bandage. Can you get some of the medical tape?"

"Is it in the ouchy bag?"

"Yep, in the bathroom."

You scamper off and Magda gives Pernille the biggest, wettest puppy eyes she can manage.

It doesn't quite work the same way as when you're doing it.

"Pernille," She says," Please?"

"I don't know. Maybe my fancy Denmark magic will help," Pernille teases just as you come back in with the white medical tape.

"We're making the Denmark flag," You tell Magda as Pernille unwinds the bandage," So you can get better soon."

Magda forces herself not to grind her teeth in annoyance and smile at you instead. "Thank you, princesse."

[douqhnxtss]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 쥴이¡ 키스오브리이프! ⊹ ࣪ ˖⋆.˚✧˖°.

✦ some han julie headcanons as your insatiable and flirty tutor.

✧˖°. cw! oblivious!reader, chem tutor!julie, semi-suggestive flirting, cocky julie, fluff, ft. karina of aespa, mild possessiveness, julie gets friendzoned (oop–), bed chem reference

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tutor!julie who was your seatmate before she started tutoring you. when you found out that if you failed another test you had to repeat the grade, julie heard your struggles and swooped in, "aww, what a sad grade. you need help, and lucky for you, i might just have a solution for you!"

tutor!julie who now tutors you every tuesday, thursday and saturday. you sip your boba as you sit down infront of her, dropping your bag down— ready to suffer due to chem for a whole two-three hours. lucky you.

tutor!julie who stands up to sit beside you, face inches away as she shows you the mistake you made in your homework. all you needed to do is to look to the side and you would kiss the other.

tutor!julie who constantly glances at you as you do your work, not even really pretending to look at what you're doing and you don't even notice it, making her think you're the cutest oblivious creature she's ever laid eyes on.

tutor!julie who tells you the library is overcrowded today, asking you if it's okay for her to come to your place for the session, "only if you're comfortable with me coming to yours, ofcourse!"

tutor!julie who makes a deal with you, for every test paper in which you score more than 80%, she'll take you to a treat. you disagree at first, she doesn't need to do this; but she insists, "this will give you motivation and a reason for us to hang out, don't you want that?"

tutor!julie who looks happy and like a proud tutor when you jump up and down as you got 80% and as she promised, you two go out to a new restaurant that just opened, "you did well, y/nie!"

tutor!julie who furrows her brows when she sees you laughing a little too prettily with karina, your hand grazing her arm occasionally, it drove julie mad.

tutor!julie who strides up to karina and tells her to keep distance with you to which she replies, "why should i listen to you? what's your relation with y/n?" julie leans in to whisper in karina's ear, "my soon-to-be girlfriend."

tutor!julie who admires you as you ramble on and on about how your day was while she grades the test paper you just gave, completely lost in your giggles and smiles.

tutor!julie who blows on your finger when you get a mere paper cut, the undeniable blush on your cheeks making her smirk, "feels better now, y/nie?"

tutor!julie who never misses a single opportunity to flirt with you. you blush and swat her away each time, never giving it much thought thinking she's flirty with everyone when she only ever gets this way with you.

tutor!julie who's always there to listen to you complain about everything and everyone, always agreeing to your opinions, even if she thinks they're just a little stupid.

tutor!julie who looks at you with love in her eyes, always getting made fun of because of it by her friends, "I don't love her, natty!" when she knows she's completely smitten by you.

tutor!julie who conveniently dyes her hair caramel brown when she hears you say your ideal type would be someone with light brown-ish hair, "what a coincidence!" you giggle, laughing along with her.

tutor!julie who walks you home after having a longer-than-expected study session saying you shouldn't go alone, especially when she's right here.

tutor!julie who tries dropping— super obvious to other people— hints, hoping you'll catch onto them, but when she overhears you refer to another friend that julie's your friend, she's never seen a human as dumb as you.

tutor!julie who finally has enough of trying to make you understand what she's trying to convey and ends up ranting about her love for you on a random friday when you two decided to have a movie marathon together.

tutor!julie who sees you have a sudden realization that she likes you in real time, her jaw hung open, "how are you this stupid?"

tutor!julie who pulls you into her lap, asking you out on a date. your cheeks are red as tomatoes and she can't hide the grin that's on her face, "you're alarmingly adorable, y/nie."

tutor!julie who now only refers to you as her bimbo girlfriend, her arm always on you. whether it be on your waist, intertwined with your hand or around your shoulder, physical touch is her love language.

tutor!julie who refuses to stop tutoring you, even though you're the second best in the subject in class, "you need practice and i'm going to teach you."

tutor!julie who comes to your place in the name of a study session, only for the two of you to not even open your textbooks, "i'll teach you bed chem."

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖⋆.˚✧˖°.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ᯓ✦ 𝓊𝗻𝚒𝘷𝐞𝗋𝓢𝙚 !

𐙚 taglist! @woniefication

note :: this isn't the best cuz even though I made the tropes, I was expecting rockstar yuqi to win and I didn't really think of what to do if any of the others win and that's what happened, Julie won and I didn't wanna make yall wait so I made this. Not the worst honestly just a little cliché vibes imo, lmk what you think!!

Douqhnxtss © 30032025 — ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. do not edit, translate, repost or plagiarize any of my work !

[holybibly]

So, bunnies, shall we talk? I'll start by saying that this post is going to be long.

So, here I am: Valerie, Mommy, Queen, Cult Leader, Dominatrix, Crazy, Bitch, Slut and many other nice nicknames.

Since the beginning of the blog I've always told you that you can call me whatever you want, I've never asked to be called mummy or any other nickname, if you've been following my blog for a long time you know that. I've talked about it in DMs, in replies to inbox messages and in posts. But nobody seems to care.

So let's clear things up:

A dominatrix is a woman who takes the dominant role in BDSM activities. The practice of BDSM is called female dominance or femdom. A dominatrix can be of any sexual orientation, but this does not necessarily limit the gender of her submissive partners. Dominatrixes are commonly known to inflict physical pain on their submissive subjects, but this is not always the case.

Cult Leader - Someone who leads a large group of followers with the intention of gaining financial advantage and brainwashing the followers into blindly accepting that their views are the only correct ones and anyone who disagrees is evil and must be banished.

Both of these terms have absolutely nothing to do with me and are offensive to me. I always turn things like this into a joke, trying to ignore something so insignificant, but this nonsense continues to spread.

Come on, if I were a dominatrix or a cult leader, would I be wasting my time writing fanfics? Are you serious? So stop throwing around terms you do not understand.

2. I have told you more than once or twice, if I close this blog, nothing will change in my life. Look, I have a well-paid, loved job, I am the princess of the office and an excellent manager for working with VIP clients. I travel the world all the time, I never deny myself anything, I have wonderful friends, two adorable cats and a huge collection of perfumes, and after all that, after an eight-hour day at work, cooking dinner, cleaning the house, doing yoga and pilates and other things, I come here and share my thoughts and stories with you. Do you think I will lose something if I stop? I would like to remind you that all the writers on the platform share their stories completely free of charge, we do it for entertainment and when you click the "read more" button you are shifting all responsibility to yourself. Based on logic and hateful nitpicking of certain words, I would like to point out that every author should mark the entire fanfic as one continuous trigger, because maybe someone's trigger word is "pink" or "pretty". My point here is that there are as many triggers/quirks/personal preferences/anxieties and sensitivities as there are people, and the one person you put all the responsibility on for knowingly reading dark or niche sexual content cannot be the scapegoat for your choices.

3. I have warned everyone several times about the content of my blog and the responsibility for the choices you make when reading my stories. These are some of the many posts 1. 2. 3.

But still you come here, insult me, humiliate me, advise me to see a psychotherapist, call my stories disgusting and this is just a small part of what I heard yesterday after someone threw a tantrum because I did not respond to DMs?

Speaking of which, I don't have to answer DMs if I don't want to, and I don't have to be nice and polite to everyone if I'm treated with contempt. And you won't scare me with phrases like "if you don't answer my messages, it won't be good". Can I personally choose whether or not to reply to me? Or are you prepared to show me an article in the constitution that obliges me to answer every message?

Have you ever considered that I have a life outside the blog? Or, according to the logic of the haters, I spend all day on Tumblr just waiting to attack, insult, sling mud or be duplicitous? I want to annoy you, I spend the day at the office and then go home to eat my hot dinner and watch TV series. I'm boring as hell.

4. I have said my age hundreds of times and I will say it again and again. Let's be serious, without hard evidence like the one I provided yesterday (I almost showed you my entire passport), the number in your bio means nothing. I already said this in one of my posts, give me a guarantee that you are not lying about your age. For my part, as an author, I point out that my content is not intended for minors, but even here it is my fault that they somehow still read it.

Let's blame Tumblr for not checking the authenticity of the information, or blame the parents who don't use "parental controls for this kind of content". Don't blame the content creators when the system of society itself can't control this issue.

5. I always give my bunnies a lot of freedom: from choosing an MC and a plot to choosing kinks and perversions. We even had a poll about what kind of smut they liked more: "hard, graphic and darker" or "vanilla, fluffy and sweet". Based on my content, which of the two options do you think won?

Everything on my blog is designed to make everyone feel safe about their sexual preferences, various intimate practices and other things related to sex and desire.

I also always encourage you to communicate and express your thoughts, and that is literally in every post I make. Everyone in our pink bunny space bears some responsibility for what happens in one way or another. Not directly, but nominally, because the connection between author and reader determines what content we publish, what style we write in, and how we talk to our followers.

I will express more of my thoughts another time, but to sum it up, what happened yesterday was absolutely childish, immature and at times hateful, aggressive and humiliating. This is called cyberbullying and, as I said, you can be held seriously accountable for it.

This is not just about me, I will defend my friends, my followers and other writers who face such injustice towards them and their content.

All the aggression and hateful, false phrases and insults that I heard yesterday have in fact subjected me to emotional abuse, and the saddest thing is that other users are spreading this information without even understanding what is happening. And judging by the cheerful emoticons and cheeky comments of the author of the post, he is having the time of his life and enjoying the fact that he has insulted me.

That's all for now.

[a-bright-comet]

Jade Shadows Thoughts

(NOTICE: I have edited this post after a few days and many lovely replies and tags giving me more insight and opinions, overall my view of this quest has gotten a lot more positive, thank you all <3) okaaayyyy I am utterly rattled rn lmao also made the mistake of looking at tumblr after doing the quest and as expected it seems to be a 50/50 of hating or loving it. so here are my personal thoughts, I am a little scared but talk seems to be civil thankfully. I can definitely agree on the sentiment that this quest needed more time, cause let's be honest the people hating this quest wouldn't be jumping to the things they're jumping to if Jade herself got more screen-time before the big drop, warframe's style has always been vague and never 100% straight-forward and I think that unfortunately hurt it a bit this time, as what they didn't show came off wrong to many people and while I sorta see why I disagree on some parts. I also feel like the quest kinda got a bit *too* hyped both by DE and the fanbase's theories, way too short, it deserved and needed to be a bit longer for it's special narrative. Jade kinda got a weird spot, both being the main focus alongside Stalker but also hardly explored. But let's be honest, most of the negativity is caused by this outside-circumstance alone. Now, what I absolutely disagree with is people insisting that DE was trying to say "bodily autonomy bad" or that Stalker didn't care about her and only the child, thing is I thought it was pretty fucking clear that she *wanted* the child in what little was shown and she was going to die no matter the outcome (thanks to the orokin to absolutely no one's surprise) and Stalker in his guilt for all she's done for him wanted to make sure that he at least kept this one promise to Her, cause She wanted it. she still had bodily autonomy in the fact She wanted this, she wanted the child no matter what. and she wanted stalker to protect her and the kid. And he did, like a true loving partner. DE has a long track record of being very autonomy-positive. A point they make time and time again is that ripping it away is *bad* and horrifying, the quest is a bittersweet tragedy, not a horror. Honestly there would be 0 issue if DE had given us a Jade-only quest before this one, I personally would've preferred it as well, she's cool as hell she deserves it. who knows maybe DE will see all of this and make prequel quests? we can only hope. I do not want to assume the worst of anyone or anything cause that's a miserable existence. Look I personally enjoyed the quest and get the feeling whoever wrote it did it out of some personal experience or sorrow, that's at least the vibe I got. It's a tragedy, but her choice was seen till the end, many women choose to still have a child despite knowing they won't make it, many also don't, that's why choice is important. and she did, she chose her child that she was having while likely forcibly infested and turned into a warframe. (also remember there are women on the team who likely looked at this.) there are some other iffy parts of the quest, (really should've been the drifter instead of the operator if they were gonna do that, but that's personal discomfort.) but overall I enjoyed it and open to explore the implications of a born-warframe-child and Stalker healing as they both grow together. These are my thoughts, and I can understand why people like or dislike this quest, but I think it's fine and just ended up in a very unfortunate spot due to outside circumstances beyond it's control. (sorry if any of this comes off as aggressive it is not my intention despite how riled I am by some folk online, I disagree with you but I do not hate you, I don't even know you.)

Her choice, His promise, Their light.

Thank you for reading my first ever text post about something I care about, not sure I'll be doing this again any time soon out of anxiety lol (Edit: and thanks to everyone responding to this post wonderfully, ya'll are great and have lessened my anxiety and have made me appreciate this quest more <3)

[psaiouma]

TOP 10 SAIOU AUTHORS EVER GO!!!!!

Due to the length of the response I will be putting everything in a Read More, but please do read it!! I have so much love and compliments to give!! And there's DEFINITELY more than 10 listed! But this list was hard as fuck and NOT definitive. Did I miss one of your faves? Write them in the replies :D!!!

Other than the #1 & 2, all of these are in no particular order!

Rovelae! THE platonic love of my life and my #1 inspiration. I would not be here and would not be writing if I hadn't read Hologram and all of her amazing other works. Genuinely, I believe that every single thing Rov writes is a genuine masterpiece full of complex thought and strict planning. Never in a million years did I think she'd become one of my best friends, but I always said she was my #1 long before we ever spoke a word to one another. To this day, no other fic has come close to the way Hologram has made me feel over and over again. She'd bashfully list many other things that should top it, but they simply don't. Her understanding of Shuichi and Kokichi, plus their dynamic, is something that speaks to me and my preferences directly. I cannot express the true glee I feel that she regularly asks me to beta and read her early works, and that I get to see inside that brilliant mind over and over. AND that she sends me pictures of snakes daily!!! You should read (among many others): HOLOGRAM (my #1 fic recommendation with ART I COMMISSIONED FROM CELE HERE!! AND ART BY AUNI HERE!!!), Ruin, Potion of Steal Your Heart, The Flat Effect (WITH ART AUNI DREW HERE!!), and Before the Stars Evaporate (She gets five recs because I LOVE HER!!!!)

FrostieFroakie! My beautiful, amazing, perfect, talented beloved <3 Any time someone asked me who my fave author was, I said Rov, and if you asked me who my fave nsfw author was, there was no competition. None whatsoever. And now the former is one of my best friends and the latter... is the love of my goddamn life of almost four years. <3 My faves have never changed and I WILL hold my angel up on the HIGHEST goddamn pedestal and you will too <3 Froakie is one of THE best authors I've ever had the goddamn PLEASURE of reading. Not only does she write the hottest shit ever catered to ME, but she does it all in such a way that you really feel like you're in a new world. She has one of the most vivid and amazing imaginations I've ever experienced in my entire life, and I will GLADLY rub in all of your faces that I get to see and hear every amazing thought that comes out of her gigantic, beautiful brain. Guess who knows the plots to the Orcahara and Wolf/Bunny sequels? ME, BITCHESSSS <3 On a much more serious note, I do genuinely mean it that I absolutely love everything she writes and does. Call me biased I do not give a single shit. She's never written anything bad in her entire life. [Once again, she will disagree with me, and she is always right about everything, but I do not care, her works are breathtaking and brilliant.] You should read (NOTE: all nsfw): Cowhara Sins (this is quintessential Intro to Saiou reading), Orcahara Sins, I Make Them Good Girls Go Bad, Hunting Season, and Despite Everything, (She ALSO gets five because she's my GIRLFRIEND and the LOML!!!!)

Unseeliekey It is with great sorrow that I tell you that all of Eye's fics on AO3 have been deleted. Last I'd heard from Eye in 2022, he was moving on to OC content, but would continue his multichaptered fics in the future. Should he do so, I know we'd all be GIDDY to see them, but for now, my inclination is to believe that won't happen, since his account still existed last we talked. Though I do not know my stance on fic saving and sharing once an author has deleted their works, everything that Eye ever wrote HAS been saved, with (I believe) one exception. If you DO want to experience some of the most incredible, breathtaking, life-ruining fics in the entire Saiousphere, I have the connections to get you the Goods(tm). His works are remembered fondly, and anyone who was lucky enough to be around when his fics were still up will most likely list him in their top ten, even though he's been gone for over two years now. From his magnum opus, Therefore You and Me(...), to You've Got the Right(...), to Kattar Shuffle, to Fob, to (...)Tragedy and Comedy(...), to Put the Knife Down(...), to Puppy Love, to (...)You are the Captain, to All Drama(...) and EVERYTHING in between, his works are remembered, worshiped, loved, and envied. Eye was truly, truly, a requirement of Saiou reading. And if you were to ever see this @unseeliekey, I hope you know that you were an inspiration to all, and it was an honor to have read your things while they were public. I hope you are doing well wherever you may be, and that you come back someday.

Majorinconvenience When filling all of these out, I saved Kam for last, because I knew it would be the hardest due to a falling out between what I thought was going to be an everlasting friendship. However, I also knew it would be a god damn lie if I didn't put them in my top 10. Their work still shines beautifully all these years later, and come hell or high water I am gonna recommend them. Kam's pieces are jaw droppingly, achingly gorgeous. They are filled with emotion and yearning very few are able to match. I could list many things from their time in the Saiou fandom, but the loudest of which is easily Drowned Words followed by "Gymnopédie No. 1" and The Truth is in the Eye of the Beholder. I highly encourage you to check out everything, though.

Chuwuyas Jul is, in my opinion, one of THE staples of the Saiouma Fandom. Not only being the GOD behind everyone's favorite reverse Phantom Thief AU, but also one of the funniest goddamn oneshots of all time, and also some of the best smut. Jul can write, Jul can DRAW, Jul is THE hottest person IN the Saiouverse and it's NOT even close. They are my favorite Komaeda kinnie and one of my dearest friends. Every time you read a Chuwuyas fic, you know you're in for the best goddamn ride of your entire life. They have SUCH a way of absorbing you in one of the best whirlwinds of all time, and it's a ride you never want to get off. Look, I do a lot of bragging in this post because I am truly proud of the friends and connections I have made, but I genuinely believe one of my greatest accomplishments and prides in my entire life is the fact that Jul has called me THE honorary Moriarty Kinnie, and the fate of Catch & Release has been left in my hands should anything ever happen to Jul before ch 5 releases. [Not that anything will happen. But holy shit what an honor????] You WILL learn about Moriarty Saihara (aka me) by reading Catch & Release. And you should also check out How to Fall in Love in Three Easy Steps!

LovingDefiance Did you think I would make a top 10 and NOT put LovingDefiance on it? I don't give a SHIT if they haven't uploaded anything in five years. I am STILL subscribed and if they were to ever make a return I WILL sob the happiest tears you've ever seen in your entire life. Quite frankly, their Love Hotel Collection (nsfw) is a must-read four part recommendation for me. Saiou switch, there's aftercare, and god DAMN are you going to have a good time. But that's truly not all. Everything they've ever written is an absolute goddamn treat that will leave you salivating for more. I have read and reread their entire collection many times, and it truly never gets old. I hope wherever they are, they are happy.

Rannas I fear this description will not be as long as it should be, but truly, all I can say is that Rannas' writing is great. They had my favorite fic in Your Hand in Mine, a Saiouma Zine, and I've been reading their works consistently for a long, long time. Every Rannas fic is something special and unique, with each sentence being filled with grace and care. I've known many people who have claimed Rannas as their #1 Saiou author, and it's not hard to see why. Hell, when looking through their AO3 again to recommend something, I was wonderfully reminded JUST how much I love everything they've ever written. I will not out their nsfw account here, but know that it is ALSO in my top 10, and it's in yours too. Of course, I am recommending Our Deal, but I'm also going to dance and sing about the hilarious Salmon Mode Series and Meeting Your Match!

Teharissa Though I only have one fic to recommend, Teri's writing is by far and in large the best goddamn stuff I've ever read. They are my FAVORITE writer when it comes exclusively to writing style. This one example will not do Teri justice, but you must trust me on this. It was an honor to work with them on Spilled Ink (a DRV3 writing zine) and their Kiiruma piece is the absolute best work in the entire zine. Also, overall, I just loved talking to them and I miss our conversations and getting to hear their thoughts. Truly an upstanding individual who I gleefully recommend with no hesitancy. I am begging you to read A Thousand Paper Cranes!!

Nxllberry Just to prove I'm not EXCLUSIVELY an oldhead yearning for 2020/1 (though I am), I MUST put Nxllberry on this list, but not for the reason you're probably going to assume. Though their fic Godspeed IS a good recommendation, and you should definitely check it and their other works out, I am here to spread the gospel (pun intended) on their fic Rising Tide, which is, to this day, my favorite postgame smut ever written, and the main reason they are getting put in the top 10. Nxllberry's work is absolutely legendary, and though I haven't checked out the MCD works, I'm sure if that's your speed then you're going to LOVE those. Because the way they handle emotions is just delicious in every way.

ME!!!! Ezra Psychiccupid! You should ALWAYS include yourself in your top ten!!! I always know exactly what I want to read in a way no one else does LOL!! If you don't love your writing and think it's the best then what are you DOING? Perhaps you are an aspiring author and you think people are better than you, and that's okay! It's great to have writers you look up to. But you better think your stuff is AWESOME or about to be awesome!!! YOU put that out there!!! I'm still a relatively new writer in the grand scheme of things. Saiou Prom was only done FOUR YEARS AGO. Sep. 2020. I've grown a lot and I've seen many things since then, but I loved what I wrote then and still do. GRR You should always been in your top 10!!! I'm fucking awesome and I write really good stories because I have really good ideas. I'm extremely honored and thankful that so many people agree. Please, please read my fics and also hype yourself up today!!! Feels a little weird to rec myself but if you DO read anything of mine, please have it be King Piece or In the Aftermath of a Killing Game. If you want to get a feel for how much my writing has grown and improved since those two, check out My Stick; Your Bites (latest work), or One Day We Will Both Die(...). Also, would be a fool to not rec my most popular work, Poison Mouth, though I hope something better outshines it one day :)))) Please,,,

HONORABLE MENTIONS: I have many friends and I know SO many talented people that I'm gonna shout out a LOT and you better be READY. (I'll try to be quicker here ahaha!)

Bcschauer! Aka Lulu! Do you want fluffy Saiou? Because this is the QUEEN of fluffy Saiou. I especially rec Behind Pale Gray which I WILL bully her about to finish. :) Cinderous_scrivenings! Aka Sixth! One hit wonder, though I've had the HONOR of reading more than has been posted. Please read What's Yours to Have, you won't regret it! I_Am_A_Ruin! Aka Bee! One of THE most important people in my entire life. I cannot recommend their works more. Bee has such a way of making everything they write whimsical, like you're sitting by an enchanted campfire being told a story. Their brain is so beautiful and massive. Narrowing down my recommended list for them is extremely difficult, but I think I'm going to go with Poor Unfortunate Souls, Bite the Hand That Feeds You(...) (nsfw), and Fluffernutters and Buttons the Bear! Kokichiouma! Aka Hope! Obviously, I'm going to recommend Reaching, THE time loop Saiou fic. But beyond Reaching, Hope is one of the most in-depth minds in the entire Saiou fandom, who has been writing V3 analysis and translation differences for years. I cannot recommend his work enough. Khattikeri! Aka Keri! Has one of THE BEST canon divergent/postgame AUs of all time. Alongside being one of the most talented people I'm honored to call a friend, Keri is brilliant beyond compare. Please read one of my favorite fics of all time, Everyone's Killing Reality. Notchucktingle! Aka Jess! I think now more than ever, Jess' work is not only incredible but NECESSARY to read. He is, in my personal opinion, one of the most incredible authors to read to get an authentic trans perspective and experience. As someone who is too scared to be out, these fics mean a lot to me, and I know they do to other trans people as well. He's also just an awesome writer. You MUST read Come Into the Water, but I think he'd be a little cross if I didn't also recommend his current brainchild Bad Habit, and who am I to ignore good food? ReturnToZero! Has been in this game a LONG time and has so much to show for it. You absolutely get the best of both NSFW and SFW fics with Zero. From Agrypnos and •.¸♡ Dreamweaver ♡¸.• to Wishing it Was You (KISSING PRACTICE FIC!!) and Drop-Dead Gorgeous, you will always find something to read! Thatsrightdollface! is THE current go-to if you want consistent, good works near-daily. How they have the writing capacity they do is beyond me but, genuinely, they are SO powerful. I'll confess that I slept on their works for a long, long time, but on Rov's insistence, I started reading daily and I have not regretted it for a second. My favorites thus far are The Rubber Horse Head Mask Strikes and "Gamest in the Land" even if it HURTS!! Myaami! Whose works are always to die for. Extremely excitedly, they are about to do a raffle for a PHYSICAL, PRITED OUT COPY of their fic Dawn Again, on this Vibrant and Violent Night (and you BET I'm getting on in that), but I'm also going to sneak in a recommendation for Dream with Me, because I LOVE this fic.

And SO MANY MORE!!!!! Seriously. I could list like. 20 more people in an instant.

If I did individual fics that I love??? We'd be here ALL DAY. (I'm working on a doc of every Saiou fic I've ever read, actually). It's impossible to make a top ten, truly. Some days, the honorable mentions are in the top ten, some days, you wake up and a brand new INCREDIBLE phantom thief AU has just dropped and all of a sudden you're talking to one of the newest, most brilliant minds of the Saiou fandom out of nowhere.

If you didn't make the list, please know that I love your writing. Even if I have you muted, even if we have beef, even if you never share your work, I love you for writing.

[nthspecialll]

Bill Williamson's racism

(If I have worded anything in a wrong way, if I have accidently said something wrong, you disagree or anything similar, please do let me know and educate me, but I ask that you don't do it in a condecending tone and that you refrain from calling me a fool or similar. I do nothing will ill intent and I want to learn but I cannot if you merely insult me.)

I do want to start of by saying that Bill's racism is not excusable, and that he is not doing it for attention or similarly, that he does in fact have racist tendencies, however what I wish to talk about in this post is the differences between his racism and Micah's which shows more neuance and has peaked some, including my own, interest.

The most obvious difference to me between Micah and Bill's racism is how they act around the people of color. Bill praises both of Lenny and Javier. Bill calls Lenny "son" and yells to everyone about how amazing he is and the proud almost fatherly instrict is oozing. With Javier there is a similar interaction where he is drunk and he is yapping Sean's ear off about how amazing Javier is.

We do not see that with Micah (That I can find), the only possitive thing Micah says to either of them is "you aren't so bad, for a (slur)". Another thing to point out is that Micah is constantly belittling both Lenny and Javier, saying things like "you can write and everything, unusual for one of you. Oh you know, hoodlums," Bill does not belittle them, he calls them names but he doesn't belittle them. Is that okay? No, of course not and it is very serious, but it is just something I noticed.

Now when it comes to their actual racist acts, even there we see a difference. When Bill literally throws Lenny, Lenny just chuckles and says "get lost Bill," meanwhile when Micah just talks to Lenny, Lenny is on alert, he is cautious, watchful. He takes Micah seriously, while he does not take Bill seriously.

A native American I talked to about Bill (mentioning their heritage here because Bill often talks down to native Americans), mentioned that they felt Bill was repeating words like a parrot rather than actually understanding and believing them, which I can see.

Bill fought in the army, very specifically against Native Americans. he has a camp interaction where he is talking about the war and he is fucking terrified, he jumps at the sound of a horse neighing after explaining how he saw people die.

He saw people get murdered, he saw his friends get slaughtered and he was told by the army to turn that anger towards the natives. The army implimented racist ideologies to excuse the genocide they were making and to rile their armies. This also correlates to the scene between Bill and Dutch where Bill says "I saw things!" and Dutch replies "I am sure you do! But I don't think you could understand it" and I think that is spot on. Bill saw his friends dying, he saw his comrades dying, people he was likely as close to dying.

All he saw were these people murdering his friends, not that those people were fighting for their right to exist, and for every body hitting the ground the army framed it all on the natives, that it was all their fault, without mentioning anything that the army was doing to the natives.

Does any of this excuse Bill? No, but while I believe that Bill is racist, I think he is racist because he was told to be rather than because he truely believes it like Micah does. Micah seems to fully believe these ideas, that white people are better and that they will never be on the same level as him, none of the POC characters in camp were his friends, meanwhile Bill saw those POC characters as his comerades, as his friends and he kept in touch with Javier for a good while after he lost all the others.

[katerinaaqu]

hello :D I hope you’re doing well! I really liked your understanding and knowledge of Greek mythology and as someone who also really likes it and always wants to learn more I’m often in spaces that discus such things. But there is a little “problem” that I have encountered and I just wanted to maybe ask you to know if you know more about it! Long story short I saw a video discussing calypso and a comment saying that ppl who say that she 🍇 ed Odysseus didn’t read the story well enough. They also said that they only slept one time together which is when he left and that was consensual apparently. I didn’t read the odyssey in a bit and wanted to ask if there’s like a specific part that you remember that says the opposite. Idk if what I asked really makes sense so if you can answer tysm!!

Hello and I am doing okay thank you very much Anon.

Thank you very much for the compliment and your kind words and it is great that we see more people actually getting interested to the ACTUAL material and it is always great to have new people into this reading and understanding process.

I have answered or analized on that matter before but it is always great to do so again and again! ^_^

I see so again we have more on this rape denial (and yeah I am using the actual word! No euphemisms and censory of words in this house! Hahahaha!) well then the person who said that probably forgot this passage here:

However the nights he was sleeping with her at her hollow caves out of necessity for even if she was willing, he was not

(Translation by me)

I believe the most important part eludes this OP that said that because I don't believe that Homer added the last words there by chance. He specifically uses the terms οὐκ ἐθέλων ἐθελούσῃ

οὐκ ἐθέλων -> adv. negative form m. that shows opposition "even if he was not willing.

ἐθελούσῃ -> adv. positive form, dative f. "by the willing" or "at the side of the willing"

Which is why many translators translate this small phrase as "unwilling lover by the side of the willing" So it clearly indicates rape given how I doubt that Homer indicated they were just...cuddling by each other's side for 7 years! So it is an indicator of the lack of free will. In fact the word ἀνάγκῃ (coming from the verb ἀναγκάζω or ἀναγκάσσω which means "to force") indicates need but not the need as "I need you badly" but as "I have no choice" or "I am forced to" either by the circumstances or by someone clearly imposing their will upon me. So there is a clear of factor of force here. So by definition rape.

So I will break down the rest and sorry if it is long.

Now there is a phrase, which I also memorize to this other post of mine here:

Which is this as you can see from my post:

Because he didn't like the nymph anymore

(Translation by me)

Given that this οὐκέτι means "no longer" or "no more" seems to be indicating to some readers of the Odyssey that the whole thing started willingly and that at some point Odysseus got bored of her and stopped it. However I disagree with that reading for many reasons. For once that the term ἁνδάνω -> past tense ἥνδανε means "to please" or "to gratify" but not necessarily in a sexual way. It generally means any form of gratification or likeness (even though in modern times we have connected the verb more with sexual gratification or ηδον�� in modern greek) so I also agree more to the translators who also interpret the passage as "her sight no longer pleased him" aka after years and years of being a prisoner, all the likeness and gratitude he had for her as a person is gone (see also my other post)

Two I do not like this reading because many people who see it that way also deny the rape as that person in the comments. As I have stated to some other replies of mine, the affair starting willingly doesn't exclude the rape. Even if we say that Odysseus started it or accepted it (and as I said I doubt it given the context) Calypso was still raping him at that point. Either he was unwilling from the very beginning and Calypso was forcing herself on him, not taking no for an answer, or he at some point had a change of mind and wanted to stop and Calypso didn't take no for an answer.

Now for the part that the OP in question mentions that "they have sex only once". Yeah technically speaking there is only one scene in the Odyssey that could be interpreted as of sexual nature and is spoken in only one lyric, as I mention to my post I liked and it's this one:

People who interpret that Odysseus started the affair willingly, for some reason by n large also think that the rape is not a thing. I mean would they say the same for let's say a girl nowadays, starting an relationship with a boyfriend, eventually she realized he is not for her, she decided to stop it but the boyfriend would't take no for an answer and continuing forcing himself on her, wouldn't we call it a rape at that point regardless on the smooth beginning?

Then why would anyone who for their own personal reasons read the passage as Odysseus willingly starting the affair and then wishing to stop it but Calypso not having it assumes that Odysseus was not raped?

And they enjoyed closeness resting by each other's side

(Translation by me)

On a much darker note, Odysseus was abused constantly for years. The existence of the goddess as the only source of warmth and close contact he had for years (no matter how forceful) might have done something to him enough to just try and reconsile fully with Calypso. Someone might say that this is...too modern to say but honestly I doubt it. Homer was a master of expressing psychology and in later passage made Odysseus totally unwilling to be touched by Nausicaa's servant girls and wished to bathe himself instead. It is not like the Phaeaces would recognize him or his scar at that point to fear for his identity (not to mention he was already naked anyways) but he uses as an excuse that "he is ashamed". Being washed by female servants was customary and not seen as shameful in ancient Greece.

So for starters yes it seems that the scene is positive of emotions given the verb τέρπω "delight" or "enjoy" so the whole verb "to force" seems to fly out the window and then comes the word φιλότης which I assume people who read some words in Greek know that comes from he verb φιλέω-ώ which in ancient Greek meant "to love" so they translate the word φιλότης as "love". Honestly is not hard to see why given how other parts of homeric poems (more specifically during the Deception of Zeus) the same phrase pops up to signify lovemaking.

However the interesting part is that the word does not mean just love. It also means "friendship" or "reconsiliation" or just "closeness". I also find it interesting how people ignore the passage of "sleeping by her side although not willing" as a sign that nothing happened between them but they are very much certain that this passage here implies sexual scenes. As I mention to the post I linked it seems more likely that the passage translates "they enjoyed closeness resting by each other's sides" and that also of course imply mutual enjoyment of their reconsiliation possibly because Odysseus was happy to finally return home and Calypso took an oath that she didn't aim to trick him. Another thing is what could Odysseus do basically? Hold a grudge against an immortal goddess? How? Much more BEFORE he had the chance to build his raft?

Odysseus denies the help of women because he doesn't seem ready to accept a female touch just yet!

Homer also doesn't imply that Odysseus's stay at Calypso's island was in any shape or form willing. In fact Athena, Zeus and Homer himself all alike speak on how Odysseus was being kept against his will and nowhere in the passage apart from these small ones that I give here was it implied that Odysseus was being there pleasantly but rather that he was imprisoned or retained perforce. And that is without counting Odysseus's own words that neither of the goddesses got his heart and that both retained him. Odysseus also speaks with fear on both but Calypso in particular. Yeah he isn't hateful to them but again what can he do? He was roaming about for 10 years with the worst consequences because he was offensive to one god. I doubt he would want to badmouth any other no matter how small. And he also wants to appear pleasant to the eyes of his hosts to gain their sympathy so he doesn't really badmouth anyone apart from calling Calyspo and Circe "terrifying" or "dreadful" and occasionally his men "careless" or "mindless"

I think it is up for everyone's conscious to interpret his affair with Calypso starting willingly (and even then "willing" seems interesting to say the very least given that, as we said, Calypso was literally the only contact with anything remotely human Odysseus had for years. Even if we assume that for some reason he started an affair or accepted it, even the setting is messed up; loneliness, loss, mourning, fear for a powerful goddess etc) he still was being held prisoner and forced one way or another.

I hope that makes sense and I am sorry I was so long.

***

Some other parts that I replied on the matter of Calypso and consequently Circe:

And this is my reply to another person who did analyze the passage differently so you will have that idea as well and I also elaborate on my counter-arguements as well (and the discussion was really productive as well and the OP was really open and respectful to other insights and I was happy to contribute to the conversation:

Sorry again for the long reply!

[ratttgay]

waking up to phandom discourse is crazy

anyway i just wanted to add my two cents as a person living in singapore, one of the countries that dan mentioned in his explanation. because i'm seeing a lot of talking from people of other countries like america and not here LOL

i certainly can't speak for hong kong, but i have also lived in indonesia for an extended period of time and having been a queer person in both these countries, i can safely say it is not easy. (i won't talk about indonesia because i don't know much about their legislature but from my personal experience, being there and gay wasn't a walk in the park)

it has gotten better, for sure, but in both countries we are nowhere close to getting basic marriage rights etc. in fact, singapore has only RECENTLY overturned 377A (essentially a bill that made homosexual sex illegal). don't even get me started on trans rights, it's a whole other thing itself. we have extensive censorship in singapore (which, of course, extends to homosexuality and transgenderism), one of the highest in the world.

this is not to say we don't have a flourishing queer landscape in singapore. we have drag shows (RIOT! is a big one), we have pride festivals (pink dot), we have queer artists perform during national day (though their queerness isn't acknowledged. but they are still there, and it's worth mentioning).

both of these truths can coexist. dan is not wrong in saying that the government in singapore is homophobic. it is true.

it's okay to be hurt by what dan said, especially coming from his position as a white man who ultimately lives somewhere with more gay rights than us. both dan and phil make mistakes. it is okay to say that the "no homo" comment was insensitive.

i, however, think it is unreasonable to claim that dan was "stereotyping" asia as anti-gay. he was talking about governments. he meant governments. even in his first reply, he was talking about governments specifically. it was never about asia, or our culture or our people. saying that he is stereotyping is a clear sign of misreading intentions and his message.

i must add that this is a queer issue, and dan has experience with that. though he is not speaking as a person who lives in asia, he is speaking as a queer person being censored. it sucks. it sucks for him, it sucks for all of us. i probably will never be able to see TIT live, but at least i can rest in the fact that it wasn't for lack of trying.

it's something emotional for all us SEA phannies, i guess. but this is for the phannies who don't live in SEA that don't really understand the situation here. as a person who lives here i find the way dan acted reasonable and though phrased insensitively at first, didn't say anything untrue.

again, this is a sad thing. feel free to come into my ask box and talk to me, i'd love to connect with more phannies in SEA!!! and if you disagree with me, then go ahead and reply to this or whatever. but this is just me speaking as a person who lives in singapore. yea

[sombrashe]

hii!

can you pretty please write something for Norm MacLean x reader?

ty, and i love your blog!

content fluff, just so much fluff and a little angst if you squint, childhood friends to lovers, reader is a breeder and its their wedding day, gn!reader, chubby!reader

note(s) hiiiiii :3 im so happy you like my blog!! i hope you enjoy this little but of fluff | i didnt know how to end it so it might seem a little abrupt

"Norm?"

Your voice bounces off the concrete walls and back into your ears. Your heels click with every step, your shoes are nice and shiny for the occasion. He wasn't home, at Chet's, or in the fusion room. A long shared hiding spot. You frown as you turn down yet another hallway. A sea of copy-pasted doors muddle together in your eyes as you huff. Maintaining your peppy smile you grip the bouquet tighter. When you noticed Lucy, but no Norm to accompany her you had to pause everything. A much disagreed decision which led to Overseer MacLain chastising you for your decision. It wasn't a good idea to make Vault 31 wait but you couldn't care less.

"Norman."

Your voice grows in pitch as you backtrack out of the hallway and into an identical one. One furthest from your wedding and who do you find sitting with his back to you? Cleaning the connection line of the vault floor.

"Oh! Norm, there you are."

He doesn't turn back and simply gives you a quick hand raise and a simple, "Busy. Be done soon."

You give a soft giggle and crouch down behind him.

"Norman MacLean. It's rude to ignore the person being married. Especially on their wedding day."

He finally turns at that. Almost as if he just realized who was talking to him. Your smile is unrelenting a stark contrast to the stony expression he gives you in return.

"Well, are you coming?"

You stand and extend your hand only to frown when he simply glances at your palm.

"What's wrong?"

You start to worry as he takes his time replying. You never felt this before, the feeling of your stomach becoming a giant knot. Like all your intestines became worms and got themselves tangled in each other. You did not like this feeling.

"You're making my stomach hurt, Norm. What's going on? You said you would be there when I met my partner."

"I got assigned cleaning duty."

You scoff and roll your eyes, a smile gracing your lips again as if you solved one of the riddles in the vault newspaper.

"It's my wedding day. I'm sure Hank would understand. You're my best friend after all, he would want you to be there with me."

Hands on your hips you can't help but notice as your cheeks start to sting with all this frowning and smiling.

"Best friend. Yeah, okay."

He repeated you again.

"Norman, what's going on? Are you sick?"

Bending over at the waist you place the cool back of your hand to his warm forehead and chew on your bottom lip. He feels fine. So why is he acting like this?

"I'm fine. It's nothing."

He swats your hand away. Using his hands he pushes himself to stand.

"Let's just go."

"No. Not until you tell me what's going on. Why you're acting like this. You've never repeated me twice. You only do that when you're upset. Three times and I would have to call security."

You try to give him a smile and laugh, but he just pushes past you. Hurrying you catch up to him as he goes to turn the corner out of the hallway. Reaching out you're able to grab ahold of his suit before he makes it.

"I don't want you to get married."

His words are rushed and he refuses to look at you. You give a small laugh hoping he was joking. You didn't go through all this... all this moving on just for him to confuse you.

"Norm, you said you were excited when I told you I was chosen."

"I lied."

I lied echoes throughout the corridor. Your grip tightens on his suit as you soak in his words.

"You told me-."

"I lied. About everything. It wasn't just practicing for me. None of it was practice. You need this, I know. Now you know so you can move on. What are you hoping they look like?"

He gives you a false smile and it looks out of place especially with you mimicking his stony expression from before. Dropping your hand you furrow your eyebrows and slam the palm of your hand into his chest.

"You... jerk! All this time I thought you wanted to be just friends. Thought you regretted everything. Fudge, Norm. Why didn't you tell me? I would have never gone to the council and convinced them to let me get married."

He gives you a genuine smile and you want to hit him again. Maybe yell at him some more until he's cupping your cheeks. His eyes are intense as they stare into yours.

"I know how important fulfilling your job is, I would never ruin that for you. I thought it would be easier if I didn't show up."

"That's stupid. You're more important to me than any job. I would be just as fulfilled and happy scrubbing floors."

His eyes search yours. His fingertips press into the soft flesh of your cheeks. You can tell he wants to lean in closer. Do as you always did ever since you were children. You don't give him the chance to back away. Not again. Leaning forward you rest your forehead against his, nose smushes against each other making it difficult to breathe. As if you could breathe clearly given the circumstances.

He takes the initiative this time and closes the minuscule gap between your lips. Years as the Overseers son gave him access to anything he ever wanted and you can tell he uses it to take care of himself.

"Strawberry?"

"They figured out how to make this stick that makes your lips soft and they gave me one to try."

You giggle and kiss his soft sweet lips again and again. Breaking away to smack your lips covered in the foreign flavor. After a good thirty minutes, you hear your name being called from a dot down the hallway.

"Lucy." You whisper as your heart starts to rise and you fear you might throw it up.

Taking your hand he squeezes it tightly before letting it fall beside the fabric of your wedding gear.

"I don't want to get married anymore, Norm. What do I do?"

"We explain to Lucy and see what she has to say. She's the older sister for a reason."

[twoidiotwriters1]

Chapter 14. Ivy

Summary: Yes, I shall tell you all about flowers. Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Words: 1,447 Listen to: 'Bloom' -by The Paper Kites A/N: It has been a ROUGH week besties -Danny

Benedict sends for your carriage at the front gates of his home. You stand at a comfortable distance, looking at each side of the street. "Where is your townhouse?"

"Down that way," he points left. "And before you ask, no, it's not tidy enough for a princess to visit."

"But you're not saying no to a visit altogether?" You grin.

"I have come to learn that you're hard to discourage," he shows a faint smile.

Far from flattered, you realize Lady Danbury was correct in her assumption, and you had flustered Benedict to the point of withdrawal. "I owe you an apology. I was overbearing even though I claimed to respect you. I see the error in my ways."

Benedict frowns. "Princess, do not lower yourself to my level, I understand—"

"That's precisely the problem," you interrupt him. "We're both talking about levels and worthiness, but the truth is, when I talk to you, I feel closer to an equal than I have ever felt with someone of royal blood."

You reach to hold his hand, and Benedict moves to shield the gesture so no one sees what you're doing. "I'm flattered," he says, looking at you with affection. "We're friends, Princess, that much is true, but I cannot..." his voice lowers a note. "It's easier to walk away now than later on. I know myself."

"You look too far ahead," you reply gently.

"Why don't you?" He demands. "You're an intelligent woman, and you like orderly things. Why isn't this driving you to insanity?"

"I suppose I trust you," you admit, staring at him doe-eyed. "At every chance to be wicked, you've shown nothing but a good heart. You say you're not the man to take my offer, and I say you are, because you know it's no light matter. It's meant to be fun and enlightening, yes, but it requires discretion. Something that you possess in large quantities."

Benedict's heart races at that. "How do you know that?"

"You told no one about our encounter in Hyde Park," you respond innocently. "And you've told no one about our kiss in the Academy, even though I never asked you to keep it a secret."

The man relaxes, lifting your hand and caressing it with his thumb. "I would never betray someone's intimacy like that. Everyone has reasons to act and do, and I'm no one to judge them."

"After tonight, I'll never speak of this again," you continue soberly. "I wasn't planning to speak of it this evening, but Lady Arnold—"

"Tilley?" He frowns. "Was she disagreeable? If she said anything out of place—"

"No, Benedict, calm down," you squeeze his hand. "Let me speak. Lady Arnold told me you aren't the kind of man to seek the spotlight," you try to recall the full conversation, "that you prefer uncharted waters..."

Benedict's inner turmoil comes back, but he doesn't want to give any signs that you're inching to something of relevance, so he smiles that smile he's perfected over the years, and shifts his voice to something enticing. "I like the spotlight a little bit, I'm an artist, after all. And as for your offer..." he gently reaches for your waist, "if you promise to be more thoughtful when I tell you I don't want to do things... then I suppose I can agree to it."

You pause, staring at him with bated breath. "You mean it?"

"If you can take things slow," he says, wanting to be utterly clear. "Your current pace does not sit well with my hedonistic build."

You laugh. "I'm sorry I was so eager..." you glance at his mouth, "I had never felt this way about a man. I can hardly keep it in..."

"I like your honesty," he grins. "It'll be fun to hear what comes out of that pretty mouth while I'm touching you..." Benedict closes the distance between you, kissing you in a tentative fashion, to see if you can follow his pace even if it frustrates you.

You close your eyes and let him take the lead, his body pressing you against the ivy wall, hiding you from curious eyes in its thickness. He towers over you, tilting your head with one hand and parting your lips, teasing you with his tongue. A sigh escapes you and you feel Benedict's lips forming a grin into the kiss. 

Your hand goes to his face and rubs your gloved thumb against his cheek, then moves down his neck, sensing the faint thumping indicating his excitement. As you sneak your fingers to the back of his head and pull him down to deepen the kiss, he withdraws firmly. "Do not rush me, Princess, a sweet as nice as you is meant to be melted, not finished in one bite."

You tremble at the image he puts in your head. "Do not talk of eating while we're doing this."

His smirk widens. "Would you prefer I speak of hands?" He sneaks one to your backside and gives a firm squeeze. "I know you're fond of them, I've seen how you stare at mine when I'm sketching..."

"I look at your sketching, not your hands," you argue, slightly breathless.

"Mmm, no, I'm quite certain it's my hands," he says with amusement,  "or do you also enjoy looking at teacups, and erasers, and—"

"Fine, yes," you pull his hand away from your bottom. You lift it to the light, marvelling at how big it looks when you hold it. On impulse, you press your cheek against it and close your eyes. "You have lovely hands..."

Benedict nearly moans at the gesture, but the moment is broken when your carriage approaches the gates loudly. Hearts pounding against ribcages and skin burning to the touch, Benedict excuses himself to bring your sister to the entrance, and you know all this time she's stayed inside on purpose.

Your carriage arrives and your sister and Benedict come out of the house together, she thanks him and climbs in with the footman's help, you're about to follow her example when Benedict catches your hand and helps you into the carriage. "It was a pleasure," he kisses your knuckles over the silk fabric. "Come again."

"Invite me often," you retort gleefully, "Marie and I can come anytime, and we love your family," you remove your hand, though unhurriedly. "Have a good night, Mr Bridgerton."

"You as well, Your Royal Highness," he steps back, eyes bright and playful.

Once the carriage starts moving, Marie does a quick examination of your appearance and smiles big. "You ought to be careful."

You remain unperturbed. "I don't know what you mean."

"You have ivy leaves stuck in your hair."

"Oh, Christ!" You reach for them grumpily.

Dear Diary,

When I first began using you, I never thought you'd be filled with mentions of a single man on each of your pages, but I cannot say I'm sorry, when said man has managed to turn what I first expected to be a tedious journey into a wonderful adventure—destined to be fleeting, but so very enriching. 

It is thanks to Benedict that I've made lovely friends, and if this were the one thing he'd ever done for me, I would not be any less grateful. He's made my time away from home less of a sacrifice and worth every second of separation. I cannot wait to return to Genovia, a woman in my own right, and ready to commit to my duties.

Should I write in you the things I'm bound to live by his side, or is that too improper for a Queen-to-be's memoir? I shall speak of flowers, and describe to you how the ivy looks at night—I shall tell you the wonders of Hyacinths and their many talents to bring people together. And how the smell of roses can stick to one's glove when you drag the fabric across a man's pocket.

Yes, I shall tell you all about flowers.

Paula enters your room with a small platter in hand, smiling from ear to ear. "You have a letter, Your Highness."

You take the light envelope and gasp in delight at the name on it. Benedict has written to you after only mere hours of seeing each other. "He's invited me to his mother's house this afternoon! To have tea!"

"How lovely," your maiden smiles. "Does this mean you are back to being friends?"

"Yes, indeed," you sigh dreamily. "Oh, I shall take Marie, I suppose the ton is already too aware of my attachment to the family, and going alone would make them suspect even more."

"You should keep an eye on the servants too," Paula says wisely, "they are a lot quicker at picking up hints, and if you show any sign of infatuation, they'll speak on it. We don't know who this Lady Whistledown is, but you can't be too careful."

"Of course," you hum, dragging your fingertips over Benedict's handwriting. "I shall be careful."

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[jeizet]

Do you have the post you mentioned being 3 pages long defending IchiHime?? I wanna read it-

LMAO

Yea sure let me give context first. So it makes more sense when I share it.

So I was having a discussion in r/bleach subreddit regarding a comment one dude said.

Talking about ichihime they said "dude it is literally a gooner ship. There would like be 3 ichih*me fans if Kubo hadn't decided on it". To which I replied "You mean if Kubo didn't decide for Orihime to have a crush on Ichigo or for Ichihime to be canon? (Genuine question I didn't understand your comment)" after they clarified about it being IchiHime being canon I gave a long text with a meme even:

thank you now I can properly disagree. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY WOULDN'T HAVE FANS. The love confession is absolutely lovely. The amount of passion and care they have for eachother (even if it were fully platonically) is so deep. They undestand eachother, lived through similar experiences in their childhood and share a sense of grief and one-way sympathy. EVEN WITHOUT ALL THAT FEEDING INTO WHY THIS SHIPS IS GREAT. THE AESTHETICS, THE THOPES!! - Sword x Shield - Knight x Princess - Sunshine Protector x Sunshine - Badboy x Softie - Secret Nerd x Secret Freak - Mama's boy x Mom friend - Idiot x Idiot - Besties to Lovers - Idiots to Lovers - Requited Unrequired Love - Miscommunication - First Love!!! I MEAN THERE'S JUST SO MUCH, THEY ARE SO SHOUJO CODED and don't even get me STARTED with the amount of romance AUs you can make with these badboys

And I got a long reply from another user where they disagreed with most of what I said... Understandable... But their answer made me a little mad because I basically said "This is why I love this ship" and felt like they replied with "nuh-uh"

To summarize what they said:

Ichihime is a lot of unrequired love

Ichigo is NOT passionate when it comes to Orihime

Ichigo is closer to Rukia and Tatsuki than Orihime

Their lived experiences are not exactly the same

The thropes don't make sense or work better for other ships (this person looked like they liked IchiTatsu and IchiRuki)

And then I went bombastic:

Okay first of all all ships in bleach  have either one-sided or non-existent explicitly romantic development, Kubo did this because he didn’t want to write romance and for such reason I very actively rely on what a possible subtext in actions. The only couple that we see very actively into each other (that I currently remember of) are Masaki and Isshin. Also my list is reasons why IchiHime is a couple that people WOULD ship even if they weren’t canon, not why Ichigo is in love with Orihime, at the end of the day we have no clue why or when that happened, we can only speculate.

Done from Orihime while Ichigo is asleep. So, while yes, it is nice and heartwarming. It's also sad as it's pining, considering how hopelessly one-sided it is.

*True, we don’t see this from Ichigo’s side because he is asleep, but it’s intended to be pining, sad and most of all hopeless and lonely, more than a “confession” perse, we can call this scene more of an acknowledgement of the depths of her feelings, an acceptance that she might not be coming back as an ally or alive.

As beyond protecting her, which he does for everyone. There was zero passion from Ichigo that amounts to anything that was remotely romantic. Albeit you did say this so fair. But even passion in general is sparse from Ichigo regarding Orihime outside of protecting her. Which is what Ichigo does.

**I agree that Ichigo protects everyone, “everyone” includes Orihime. And he shows this passion over and over, bowing to her to protect her, going into depression when he sees her hurt, going into depression when she is kidnapped, going against the soul society and risking his life over and over to save her. He does this for Rukia in the Soul Society arc too, so If those are good arguments to ship Ichiruki, they are good to ship IchiHime as well.

Also, Ichigo shows he cares by treating delicately, something that EVERYONE does might I add. Everyone treats Orihime differently, they speak gently to her, they look at her softly, Uryuu does this, Urahara does this, Rukia does this, and Ichigo does as well, because they all care about her.

All of those actions are passionate, passionate platonic love, and that’s okay, it’s very him.

As does literally everyone who's close to Ichigo. Heck, Rukia understands Ichigo better. Tatsuki understands Ichigo better.

***Once again “Everyone” includes Orihime. And I agree Rukia understands Ichigo’s desire to fight and protect considering she is a damn warrior and an adult, she is going to understand a child soldier whose friends got blasted and feel powerless.

Also Tatsuki does NOT know Ichigo better, she literally tells Orihime in the grand fisher chapter that she has better eye than her about Ichigo's tells, that it took her 9 years to notice the happy smile was fake while Orihime was able to see through him instantly, and considering she is a girl that hides her sorrows surrounding herself with people and over-positivism, makes sense.

They objectively did not. Orihimes' parents were scum. The father was an alcoholic and the mother a prostitute. They beat Orihime and Sora. Sora, when he turned 18, fled with Orihime. Sora died…

***I’m not saying they lived the SAME life, I’m saying they live through some similar experiences in life, bullying over the color of their hair, losing the family member they were closer to, losing them bloody in their arms; we can argue they were even raised by single parents (Ichigo was raised by Isshin alone after his mother died when he was 9, and Orihime was raised by her brother until she was 12 and then he died.). Of course their lives are not the same nor I said they were, I’m saying they were similar enough that canonically both Orihime and Ichigo share a “one-way sympathy” (Orihime feeling this way is canonized at the end of the grand fisher chapter when she learns about Ichigo’s mom, and Ichigo’s feelings are canonized in a Klub Outside question if I find the number I will edit this.)

So, none of that actually fed into the ship being great…

Nuh-uh, first of all ALL ships are great, as poorly written, boring or straight up fucked up it might be for someone, they are another person’s OTP. And since this is MY OTP, I will explain why all of these points feed into why I believe IchiHime is great.

* The scene allows us to understand fully that Orihime matches Ichigo’s desire to protect and altruistic tendencies, the girl grabs his hand, fails to do the one selfish act she could do (kissing him) before she is off to get herself killed, cries with a smile on her face accepting that she is not coming back and hopes that maybe in another life they could fall in love.

** I already said it, If it’s enough to ship IchiRuki, It’s enough to ship IchiHime. But to add to this it’s also really nice to see Ichigo’s gentler side that we mostly see with Orihime, softer looks, softer answers, even the playful banter that he has with everyone is less aggressive with her making it look like it’s more teasing and wanting to get a reaction out of her than actually trying to start a dispute, things that a teenager that tries hard to act cool would definitely do and I think it’s cute as hell.

*** It’s nice and I enjoy dynamics where the characters have a trauma that they can share and bear together, it allows for a better mutual understanding and Orihime already understands Ichigo pretty well, seeing through his fake smiles and subtle shivers the fact that he is bearing something he is not open to share, and I think that’s nice and one of the reasons I’m so happy Ichihime it’s canon, since Ichigo has lived through SHIT and deserves someone that is gentle, caring and understanding.

About the tropes:

note: The list given before is reasons why someone could be interested in IchiHime, for that reason some of the thropes follow canon before the timeskip, and other brings a light of what current fans of IchiHime are interested in when thinking about the possibility of their romantic relationship, thing that although it’s canon, doesn’t have canon content or is properly portrait so any idea on how their romantic life works it’s still not canon content, some of this thropes are followed and agreed enough to be fanon (meaning big part of the IchiHime fandom has agreed that it’s most probably how their relationship worked)

TL;DR: The trope list doesn’t follow canon, just what IchiHime fans usually enjoy of the couple.

Sword x Shield: Since at the moment the fight was happening the ship wasn’t canon still, it’s a trope that counts for IchiHime.

Knight x Princess: True, it can also be considered protector x damsel, I just thought “princess” would be better since Ori”Hime”.

Sunshine Protector x Sunshine: yes, Rukia is definitely sunshine, but Orihime is a ray of sunshine as well and Ichigo does protect her. It works for IchiRuki too I guess (although personally I don’t really like labeling Rukia as a protected character, I think she is badass, but If you like “Sunshine Protector x Sunshine” for IchiRuki, Pop off dude!)

Badboy x Softie: Overdone trope but still correct! Ichigo is super punk and Orihime likes dressing up with long skirts and flowers!

Secret Nerd x Secret Freak: this is crack because I’ve seen many IchiHime fans enjoying the idea that Ori is a freak in the sheets, personally I don’t I think they are cuter being “looks like a bad boy and secretly a nerd” x “the nerd they can ramble to” but hey, I am trying to show what the community and myself are into. Also Ichigo is definitely a nerd. His Idol is Shakespeare ffs.

Mama's boy x Mom friend: I fully disagree, Ichigo is a mama’s boy, he just doesn’t have a mom to be a mama’s boy, I don’t mean it in a derogatory sense, but the dude DOES rely on his little sister to do the cooking because at 17 he still doesn’t know how to cook. Also Orihime IS a mom, she is gentle, understanding, caring, and has a lot of emotional intelligence.

Idiot x Idiot: I corrected myself in the comments “dumb x dumber” fits them better and NO I won’t be convinced that are not silly, foolish, reckless, FATUOUS EVEN, taking nonsensical decisions for the sake of the protecting the other, their desire to sacrifice themselves and save the other makes that when they are together they rarely make 2 brain cells. And it’s okay they are teenagers, they are allowed to be infantile from time to time.

Besties to Lovers: One CAN have multiple best friends. After Ichigo lost his powers he still hangs out with Hime, he knows his apartment number when Chad didn’t, she went to his house unprompted with bread multiple times to the point they have inside jokes, they care for each other to the point that is suicidal, they trust the other with theit lives too, THEY HAVE BEEN IN 2 WARS TOGETHER. I’m sorry but I can’t call someone my best friend after all that because there’s a secret rule that I’m allowed to have 1 singular female best friend, let me just call them my lover.

Idiots to Lovers (not that canon-compliant but the IH fandom likes it): A mixture of “idiot x idiot” and “Besties to lovers”, I also like referring to this trope as “idiots in love” . The community of IchiHime really likes the potential of them being pathetic while dating, meaning scenarios where they don’t really know how to do romantic stuff like holding hands, kissing, preparing dates; OR go too overboard and the fact that they are atrociously down bad for each other makes their scenes cringey and disgustingly sweet (basically just makes you want to scream “just kiss already!!”). 

Requited Unrequited Love (fanon): Maybe you didn’t understand this one. “Requited Unrequited Love” is a trope where one or both characters are sure that their romantic feelings are not reciprocated, making for scenarios like: Orihime being unaware that Ichigo asked her on a date because he didn’t asked directly enough (this is a scenario that I see written SO often and I can’t get tired of it). Most of the time the portrait is humoristic but yes, most if not ALL of the ideas that follow this trope go hand in hand with “mutual pining” that sometimes gets sad, and other times is just silly scenes of Orihime inviting their friends to a hang out that was supposed to be a date (fking favorite of mine)

Miscommunication:Miscommunication doesn’t have to be necessarily love related, a clear example of this is the whole fullbringer arc that was filled with miscommunication since they don’t tell eachother stuff in order to protect the other or are not ready to share and ends up coming to bite their ass later.

First Love!(Very probably canon but there’s no confirmation if Hime had a crush on someone before Ichigo): If it works because of Orihime, the trope is correct, they don’t need to be each other’s first love, they just had to be at some point or another the first love for one or both of the characters, there are some stories that are actually both Orihime and Ichigo moving to different places and/or just falling in love with other people and then meet again as adults now single with experiences and decide to date! It still follows the first love trope because Ichigo being Orihime’s first love.

To finish it all, the “Shoujo coded” comment was more of a joke because it’s something that we talk a bunch in the IchiHime tumblr, Orihime does act like a lot of shoujo protagonists like Shirayuki (Akagami no Shirayuki-hime), Nanami (Kamisama Hajimemashita) or Sakura (Sakura card captor) and Ichigo feeling a little bit too perfect for the role of Male Lead in an Otome Isekai, ofc this last part is absolutely biased because it’s my opinion, Shipping will never be something that I can speak in a non-personal way.

Thank you for the interesting debate!

[mariahillsgirl]

rises the moon

maria hill x f!reader

comfort fluff - 1.4k words

It was the middle of the night. You had barged into her office as you usually do, and sat on top of the edge of her desk.

“What do you want Agent? Also, don’t you and won’t you ever learn to knock?” Agent Hill asked, gazing up from her stack of papers and work pile, looking up at you intensely. “I mean I am your boss. You could have at least a small amount of respect from me."

"You're still awake" you replied, with relief tinging your voice.

She lets out a deep sigh. “I’m too busy to go home today. Now answer the question, Agent. What. Do you want?” She’s obviously tired and irritated, but it isn’t anything she was too unused to. Her job always took precedence.

"I can't sleep Maria" you answered.

She sighs, temporarily placing her work and pen down. “Are you having nightmares? Or are you just in a rebellious phase right now?” She asks in a flat and monotone voice. But in reality, she was worried about you.

"Probably the latter, I've been sleeping past 4 lately."

Maria shakes her head. “You know how unhealthy that is. Why have you been doing that?” She asked, standing up from her chair and standing before the young girl. The two-decade age gap was certainly showing here.

"I'm not sure", you said softly, with a hint of uncertainty as to why your sleep schedule has been deteriorating of the late.

She sighed. “What have you been doing in these 4 am awake nights?” She asked with a frown, looking down at you, looking at your face and trying to analyze you.

You said softly with a sigh "Just trying to do anything but sleep." You've been struggling finding the will to actually go to bed, even if you were sleepy or the mild headaches were starting to form.

She sighed deeply, placing a hand on your head before starting to play with your hair. “So you’re tired right now…and you need to rest.” Maria Hill mumbled in a soft and gentle whisper-like voice. You were surprised, it was as if she was a different woman for the first time in a while.

You pouted slightly, grumbling "I am tired but I don't want to go to bed Maria".

She nodded, understanding. “You’re scared to go to sleep? Or are you just not tired enough?” She tilted her head slightly, continuing to play with your hair while asking.

“Come on. You need to sleep. The walk back to your room will be nice. And I’ll drive you home personally, in my own car...” She said firmly and calmly, almost like a mother would tell a young child to sleep. “Come on. I’m too tired to carry you.” She said, her voice soft and gentle, and the harsh frown on her face had also gone. “Don’t be stubborn.” She said firmly once again, giving you a faint yet warm smile and stroking your head once more.

You hummed softly, giving her a simple "fine."

“Good..come on now.” She said in a soft and motherly tone, as she stopped stroking your head once more and reached out with both hands for you to take. “Come on. You’re going to fall asleep in my car. I can already tell.” She said with a deep sigh, and walked out of the office, with you holding her hand.

You certainly disagreed with a passion, retorting with no bite "but a car is clearly the best place to have a nap anytime Maria." Sleeping during car rides was a common thing for you, as not only did it prevent any motion sickness from forming but it also gave you an extra bit of rest, which had never hurt anyone.

She sighed. “If you fall asleep in the car then I’ll carry you out and to your apartment. And trust me, as a former S.H.I.E.L.D agent, I have the strength to do it.” She threatened, in a soft yet firm tone. “I mean do you want me to really do that? I’m giving you a warning here, agent.” Maria said firmly, stopping for a second before continuing to walk, holding your hand as you followed behind her.

"I don't mind Maria", you replied. In all honesty you did not find it a single bit repulsive to be carried and even enjoyed the idea, especially by her.

She sighed yet again, opening the door to her own car and letting you enter first, before she entered the car, and sat down next to you. Starting the engine.

“Here we go, let’s get you to bed. Sleep well (y/n).”

She sighed, putting on her sunglasses and starting to drive. She would occasionally glance to your side and look over at you for a second, seeing if you were in a deep slumber. They continued to drive for a few more minutes in silence, before stopping at your house. She parked the car, looked down at you.

"(y/n)?"

You hummed sleepily in reply.

She let out a deep sigh, before opening her car door and picking you up bridal style, closing the door, and looking down at you.

“What the heck am I going to do with you..” She muttered under her breath, looking up at your house. She started walking forwards towards your house. Her footsteps making a soft noise against the pavement, trying not to wake you up.

“We’ve arrived.” She whispered in a low, soft tone as she arrived at your door, setting you down on your front step, her arms around you and holding you in them.

“You need to unlock your door now (y/n). Or do I need to pick you up again and use my key to open your front door?” She said firmly, in a soft tone, trying to wake you up as she leaned in close to your ear, keeping her voice low. It was almost like she was flirting with you.

You knew very well that you did not give her a spare key, surely she didn't have a key to your house, or did she? "You don't have my key but there's one underneath the mat" you mumbled sleepily.

“Thank you for telling me.” She whispered to you, smiling softly as she leaned in and kissed you on the temple. She gently set you against your door and crouched down to reach down under the mat, grabbing the key under the mat and unlocking your front door, and opening it with a soft nudge.

“Now, (y/n), you need to go to bed.” She said softly, gently picking up and carrying you in a bridal position through your house and to your bedroom, before very gently laying you down on your bed.

You hummed softly at her kiss. She sat down on the edge of your bed and slowly took off your shoes, setting them aside neatly and placing them by the bed. She would take off your jacket, shirt and pants as well, leaving you in some underwear and a bra.

“There you go, much better.” She said in a soft whisper-like voice, covering you up with your blankets and looking down at you. “Stay in bed now will you?” She said softly, reaching down to your side and brushing her hand against your cheek.

You reached out to hug your other pillow on your bed and hummed.

She sighed, watching you do that for a moment, before getting on some bed too and laying down next to you, wrapping her arms around you.

“There you go. Nice and warm.” She said in a soft tone, pulling you close against her and holding you close as she stroked your hair, gently playing with it. She would occasionally give your forehead a soft kiss.

"Good night," you whispered.

“Good night.” She whispered back softly in reply, wrapping you in her arms and looking down at you. She was going to be staying like this with you for some time. Maybe for a few minutes, an hour or even for the rest of the night.

She leaned down and kissed you on the forehead again, before slowly drifting off to sleep while still lying like this together. It wasn’t exactly the outcome she was expecting this evening, but she didn’t mind and felt more than content.

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You know? I really, really love your blog and your posts! I can't say that I'm in love with the show anymore, and if I'm honest with myself, I think that I'm on the salt side of the fandom. But like, I also enjoy a bit of sugar? It reminds me of what could have been.

But, sometimes, I feel that sugar fans are hard on salters/disappointed fans... Like, I'm afraid of asking their opinion about a negative aspect of the show, just to understand their pov, no matter if I try my best to be polite. And I get it, they have a right to enjoy the show and I am not entitled to get an answer from them, but its a side of the fandom that I'm afraid to interact with even if I enjoy some of their fanworks.

Yet, you are so patient and I feel that you understand (or try your best) both sides + the writers' and try to find a middle ground while affirming your perspective. You are so respectful even though you might not agree with some askers.

So, thank you for being you and making this blog! The world needs more people like you <3

Thank you so much for the kind words! I'm glad that I come across as respectful. I certainly try to!

I started this blog because I needed to vent about some things. Writing stuff down is a really good way to get your mind to stop pestering you against your will and I highly recommend it, but I didn't feel comfortable doing that on a blog more openly tied to my fan creations because there really is this vibe that you need to either love the show or get out. No middle grounds allowed. As if the show has to be perfect for you to be allowed to engage with it. That's not a healthy mindset for anyone to get into especially if you want diverse and interesting fan creations in your fandom. The more people feel like they have to fit a certain mold to be welcome, the less creations you get.

It's one thing to request that your personal blog be sugar only or to not want to engage with more critical posts, but to act as if people aren't welcome in any part of the fandom unless they only talk about good things is not how you get a fun and active fandom. It seems like people are legitimately scared of saying anything bad about Miraculous, but canon has a lot of things that aren't great so the sugar fandom is dying off because the only options are to shut up and be welcome or talk about what's bothering you and be kicked out. A single salty post can get you thrown out no matter if you're usually pretty positive or neutral about canon. It's weirdly culty and not my cup of tea. I like talking about media and you generally can't do that if you're only allowed to say positive things.

A while back, I joined a fandom event to meet other fans and one of the rules of the event discord was "no salt" and so people just... didn't talk about anything to do with the show. The only activity the server saw was the question of the day and occasional writing question even though episodes were actively airing at the time. It was a really depressing experience that perfectly showcased why "no salt" is an okay rule for a personal blog, but a terrible rule for any sort of group setting. It just kills people's ability to talk if they're constantly policing what they say.

My rule of thumb for this kind of thing is that people are ALWAYS allowed to disengage from a conversation that's upsetting them and that you should respect people's boundaries for their personal spaces like blogs, but that you do need to grow a backbone if you want to be in bigger fandom spaces. You're going to see shit you vehemently disagree with, but in most cases, the way to deal with that is to go do something else and let the people have their fun. If a post of yours starts getting a bunch of upsetting replies, turn off the notifications. Block the blogs. Curate your corner of fandom, don't curate fandom as a whole otherwise you get something like Miraculous. I've never seen a fandom so afraid of critical thought as Miraculous seems to be. I don't know if it's because it's younger or actively airing or what, but it's weird. It's totally cool if someone just wants to turn off their brain and have fun with it, but it's not cool to get mad that other people want to talk about the very real problems with the writing and the messaging.

[haechurch]

Its mark lees bday (ystd) and i recalled the fact that mark says hes quite obvious if he liked someone, and the fact that i see him kinda obsessed with butts and all those videos where he groped members cheeks never fails to make me drool..... ah i need him in lyfe fr. Also istj♡

So thats why i made this smut based on those^ happy mark day<3

Your roommate is a famous jock, who is currently not home for celebrating his birthday at some party that throws just for him. Honestly, you didn't know it was his birthday until one of your friends that went there told you so. You're known as someone who doesn't like parties, although surprisingly enough, your mbti says that you're an extrovert, but you always find that you're too lazy to do the stuff.

So you're wondering when this your famous roommate will come home from his party, and think of something you could do for him as it's his birthday. He's home pretty late when he finds you watching spirited away in the living room.

"Hey, i thought you were asleep," he said. You munch on your popcorn and replied as your eyes glued to the tv, "hm, how's your party, birthday boy?" He chuckled and took off his cap, throwing it softly on the couch beside you, and heavily seat across from where you're sitting. He leaned back and spread his legs while his hand brushed his messy hair. "Cool, kinda tiring. Feels like my energy's being sucked," "well, that sound sucks." Both of you chuckled, he's so introvert for that (lol).

"I understand," you hum. "You know," you shifted on your seat, and as mark was clearly aware since he saw you in the living room; dressed so loosely only in your camisole (braless) and short pants, showing him a pose that makes you utterly look fuckable, you blurted out, "...do you have any idea what else that can be sucked at this moment?"

"What?" His tone was confused and he's kinda taken aback by your words.

You swear to god that teasing him is the most fun thing to do in this world. You laugh your ass off and brush him away, saying that you need to take a shower since you haven't done that today. I mean, why take a shower when you're literally at home all day?

"Since it's your birthday, why don't you tell me your wish? Or something that you wanted? Think about it while i'm in the shower." You wink at him playfully as you hopped into your room.

Mark's head is full of thoughts right now. He didn't know he would ask someone for giving him a birthday present, but he knows that he really needs that. He's thinking about it so hard as he cooling his head down in the shower too, until he decided on what he wanted for his birthday, especially from you.

Fyi, you can always hear when mark lee is jerking off in his room (or bathroom) when you're home. Of course, the wall is pretty thin and he's just too loud. So when you finished your quick shower and heard him in the bathroom, you knew exactly what he need the most for his birthday.

Later, you knock on mark's door, asking for permission to barge in. "Can i come in?"

"Uh-uh, yeah, sure," when you entered his room, you saw his hair is already half dry, and he is wearing a tight black t-shirt with shorts.

Holy moly.

Honestly, no one in the world would disagree that mark lee is hot.

You're making a bee line to where he stand beside his desk, and started talking next to him. "Sooo have you decided?" He chuckled nervously and started to act like an idiot. "Decided what?"

You frown an eyebrow, "your wish? You can tell me what you want for your birthday?" You reminded him. "Oh that, yeah, um-"

He placed his hand on his nape and be looking so awkward right now, but that's why you like him.

You bit your lips in amusement. Now it's getting harder to hold back.

You can't take it anymore and lean closer to him. He didn't even budge. "Mark.." you place your hands on his torso, and he slightly flinched at your action. "Tell me.." your hands caressing him down his abs, and stop at his groin. "Your wish." You whispered in his ear, and he swear he was getting goosebumps, his breath hitched when you place your hand on his center and gently cupped his bulge.

"Wait, wait, wait, hold up hold up," he's panicking as he points a pointless finger in the air, and you went crazy because of it. You're definitely a simp for mark lee.

"I-uh, hold up a sec, are you for real?" He's questioning instead.

"What do you mean?" You smiled at him. He's so adorable.

"I mean, why are you... i feel like.. this isn't it-"

"Mark."

"Yeah?"

"Just tell me, please? What do you want right now?"

You glanced at his boner and it's so fucking obvious. God it must be hurt. He has to quit playing dumb and ask for it when he knows he needs it more than anything.

"Fuck, help me with these," he gestured upturned hands right above his legs.

"How, mark? Tell me how do you like it, hm?" He has no idea how you had so much fun teasing him.

He got short-circuited again when you press your body against him and crane your head up, about to kiss him, "wai wh-" he backed off a little and placed his hands on your waist, both eyes finding each other as you hum before slowly close the gap between your lips and kissed him.

A short one. And then your eyes meet again, and he give you another kiss, this time out of his control. He basically pressed his face against yours, hands on your jaw before he put it all over your body and proceed to push you against the wall. You hang on him by grabbing at his nape and head, ruffling his hair into a mess. The kiss never breaks, he kiss you like he mean it, now he pressed his body on yours, and you can feel his big cock, hard as a rock. He's not that silent when kissing too, you can hear his breathy grunts and the fact that he's also a moaner. He tilted his head back and forth to kiss you at different angles, his tongue all over your mouth.

Both of you squirmed uncontrollably against each other when you make out against his bedroom wall, he squeezed your ass before he tapped your thighs for you to jump on him and bring you onto his bed.

He didn't waste his time pulling down his shorts and breathily plea, "suck me off."

You delighted hearing his request, overjoyed to finally have him asking for you to please him, "as you wish, sir."

You immediately take him into your hand, eyes locked with him as he winced, groaning when you suck his tip and swallow him into your mouth. When you started to bob your head, he throw his head back with a sigh, his neckline is prominent and his adam's apple bob deliciously.

You can feel your lips torn up because of how big he is, and you can feel the veins as you drag your tongue along his shaft. "Oh, fuck, that's it baby, you're doing so good," he hissed sexily and it almost made you cum. Embarrassing.

Considering how much you are already wet for him from just sucking his cock is insane. He face fucked you as he let out his honey moans and groans, every time you find his tip meeting the back of your throat and you felt like swallowing it, you try your best not to choke miserably on his cock.

"Where do you want me to cum?" He asked. "Of course, you can't talk." He chuckled as he mocked you. "You have to swallow it like a good girl, you think you can do that?" You nod your head eagerly. "Alright."

"Good girl." Every time he spits those words from his mouth, you felt your pussy clenching and it hurts.

His thrusts are getting faster and faster when warm loads run down your throat as he grunts loudly while throwing his head back again, then when he look down, you already gaze into his eyes and barely lick your lips, mouth full and smudged with his cum and your saliva.

"Shit.." he's savoring the sight before him for a while, and then he asked.

"Can i fuck you?"

You cracking up in front of him, it's not funny at all but-

"I told you, your wish is my command, baby." You started to strip and show him your naked body, prettily exposed on his bed, ready to be used.

"Fuck, isn't this my best birthday ever?" You laugh at him again.

"I know. Happy birthday, now eat your cake." You said jokingly.

He sneered and take his remaining clothes off, then crawl into the bed, and started kissing you from head to toe. He played with your tits, fumbled them here and there, pinching your nipples, nipping and licking. He sucked on the flesh just right above your chest, your throat, your shoulder, marking his mark.

"This tells that you're mine."

"Yours."

Your voice hitched and your neck arched when he lick your pussy, eating you out. You squirm under his touch and pull on his hair, only making him more passionate to giving you pleasure. He abused your clit and folds in the most delicious way that made you a moaning mess, the sound of him slurping your juices and his moan was making you beyond aroused. His tongue and lips find their way to clean up and suck every fold, fucking your hole. You whine when you feel like you're about to burst.

"Wait, mark, i wanna come around your cock," you asked him with a pout, and he can't really resist that.

"On your knees, pretty girl." You do as he says, eagerly arching your back and showing him your ass. He slapped it. Twice.

Mark rubs his tip sensually up and down your entrance before lining his cock to your pussy, he's doing that for a while, making more juices leaking from your core. But suddenly he put his cock between your ass cheeks then poked on the entrance, but never really thrust them. He's such a tease.

"H-hurry, please.."

"Hm? It's kinda nice to hear you begging like this, you know? What is it, pretty?"

"Please, mark, just fuck me," he never felt this victorious before.

He smirked and wet his lips, "gladly."

You moan as he rams into you, he picked up a steady pace as he fuck you from behind. He got your eyes rolled to the back of your head, drools are already all over your mouth and chin.

"Fuck, mark," "it's so good. So good, so good, so good," you cry over his cock, you heard him grunt heavily and he felt you tighten when he land another slap on your ass.

"Yeah? You like that, huh? Tell me you like it."

"I like it, i love it, ah-"

He's fucking you so good you felt like you're gonna cum soon. Your pussy keeps getting tighter as it swallows him, wrapping his cock like a gift.

"Are you gonna cum? Come on, cum around me, pretty girl," he squeezed and slap your ass, his thrust never faltered, bringing you into your climax. "Ahh- i think- i'm gonna cum, mark-"

The moment he played with your nipples, you lost it, you came so hard your vision got white as he keep thrusting into you, chasing his high.

"M-mark!"

"I know baby, i know, just, try to take this one okay, please,"

He pleaded. And you moan even harder. He piston in and out until you heard his deep groans as he cum inside you. Both of you were too immersed in the sex that you didn't realize what was just happened. He quickly pulled out though.

"Shit, i'm sorry,"

"It's okay. I'm on the pill anyways,"

When you glanced at him, he was breathing heavily, sweat covering his body, making him glow under the dim light. Mouth agape, hair's disheveled. Perfect.

"So.."

"So?"

"Uh, thank you, for the present. This is what i wanted from you. I guess.."

You smiled fondly at him. He has always been just a hot roommate to you although he's actually attractive in many ways, but you might really, really like him more than you thought.

"You know what?" You get up on your elbow, "you were always loud when you jerked off."

Oh.

Oh, he's freaking out.

"And that's.. with you almost every time calling my name.."

He's swearing in his head.

Mark lee, aren't you just too obvious?