#idk what's the point to this I'm just thinking about him

[egophiliac]

I loved your drawing(and I love your style in general) with Leia in your recent post! If/when you have time can we see more of her in your style? I get so happy whenever I actually see people mention/talk about her and she’s not just forgotten because we didn’t get to see much of her. 😭

thank you! 💙💙💙 Leia/Leah/Lea/whatever is fascinating to me. she is the ultimate unknown. what was she like? how involved (or even aware of any details of the invasion) was she? Silver's basically a physical carbon copy of his biodad, so what did he get from her? like, I understand why the two of them kind of have to stay as these super vague and mysterious figures -- the whole point of them is that their story ended 400+ years ago and they're not really relevant anymore (and. well. the more that gets explained about them, the less that can just kinda be handwaved as "oh the politics were Very Messy") (we can sit here and theorize all day but let us acknowledge that, ultimately, canon gave us almost nothing about them post-Meleanor and we'd just be making things up). I do still wonder about her though! RIP Lea, we never knew you and we probably never will.

actually you know what, as long as we're here, I think I WILL go ahead and just make some stuff up about what Silver might've inherited from her instead.

[captainthisshipinmyhead]

A Helping Hand- S. Aizawa

Shota Aizawa x AFAB!Reader

Summary: It's a sex pollen fic, I think we're all familiar with the concept at this point.

CW: smut, coercion/dubcon (since it's sex pollen, but swear they want it), unprotected p in v sex (don't be dumb), missionary, oral (f rec), NSFW!!!! DNI if you’re a minor WC: 6,991

A/N: Yayyyy I worked on this one for so long!! I have the most trouble with ending fics so it took me a long time and idk if I'm totally satisfied with it but it's the best I've got. Picture found on Pinterest but unfortunately could not find the artist name... so sorry but please comment/tag the artist if you are able! **Y/H/N= your hero name, Y/N = your name but I'm sure you're aware ;)

You walked along the barren city street, with swinging arms and a tune in your brain as you patrolled the practically empty area. The section of the city you were in really only sees business and foot traffic midday, when the corporate buildings on the outer parts of the city are open and the people working in them come out to get refreshments from the small mom-and-pop cafes dotting the streets. By sunset, this area is usually clear- businesses locked up and lights off. This is the scene you were surveying now. You couldn’t wait until you had more than just a year’s experience under your belt as a pro hero, then maybe you would be recruited for patrol in more interesting parts of the city- maybe you’d stop a lot more villains! The thought snapped you back to the present, as you realized that in order to get where you want to be you had to be vigilant in the here and now, no matter how boring it may be. 

You thought of the faceless villain that was currently on everyone’s radar, and who everyone wanted to put behind bars at the moment. There had been reports for a few weeks now of a villain hitting some heroes in attacks with a very, very strange quirk. This villain is suspected to be working alone, and with the little that is known about him it is unclear if he has any intentions other than incapacitating the heroes he encounters. The quirk they possessed was……well, to be quite honest, still kind of a mystery to you.  Everyone who had previously been affected by it and lived seemed to be so…secretive? No, no that wasn’t the right word. Ashamed? Ashamed seemed more like what the poor pro heroes who had suffered the quirk felt when their experience was over. A few had died from the quirk when the villain had first gotten on the scene. The unfortunate martyrs had taught the doctors what was needed to eliminate the effects on the body and save the lives of those that came after them. You didn’t know exactly what it was the cure was for being struck by the quirk, but you knew that it was commonly known above more higher-ranking heroes as well as any healers that worked with heroes, so you weren’t too concerned. If you or someone you knew got hit with it, someone would be able to help you, you were sure. Ever since those first unlucky few, those that followed had all pulled through with this “cure”. Being as new as you were on the scene, you didn’t get told every little detail of everything that went on on the streets, not yet anyway. You knew that one day you’d work your way up the hero rankings and be a role model for kids around the world, but you’d start slow. Which was why, for the time being, you didn’t care if you were a newbie on some “need-to-know basis” status– one day, you’d be high in the rankings and save countless lives.

You began walking around the corner of a building onto the next city block. You had still had your head turned to the street you were leaving, however, so you bumped into someone seemingly walking in the opposite direction. Apologies were leaving your lips before you’d even brought your eyes up to meet theirs. You’d barely been able to get out two words before you began to choke, though. 

When your gaze focused on the person standing in front of you, still choking, you watched a too-wide grin spread devilishly across a sunken face. The reddish-pink cloud of– smoke? Dust?-- was still thick in front of your face, but it had dissipated just enough to see their large teeth glint in the late afternoon sun. You grabbed at your throat as if you were truly choking, trying to capture a breath that didn’t suck down another mouthful of that tainted air. You were utterly useless, pathetic, as your knees buckled and you took staggering steps toward the person you were SURE was the villain who had claimed so many victims as of late, fitting the description of his attacks to a tee. Normally, you were much more lithe and quick- having the speed and agility of a cheetah has its perks. But it appeared as if the substance he emitted had affected not just your respiration, but your body seemed weak as well. He slipped away easily, your brain barely registering your disappointment in yourself that you couldn’t do more. Your vision was going black around the edges, so you slumped to the cracked street, hoping that you could calm down enough to ask for an assist. 

After about a full minute of slowly pulling in clean air, your vision was beginning to clear and you were able to activate your earpiece to call for help of any nearby heroes on patrol who weren’t too occupied at the moment. Your voice was gravelly from the amount of coughing you’d done, and it began to take on a strange breathy, husky tone that you weren’t sure you were intending. You almost sounded sultry. But that’s ridiculous. You also couldn’t help but notice how hot your body was starting to feel. As if you had a bad sunburn, your skin was warm to the touch and felt like it was burning from the inside out. It was becoming painful, you realized. And your breathing… oh god, again your breathing was changing- speeding up to short breaths and gasps, feeling as though you couldn’t get quite enough oxygen in, but it was different than a few moments before. It wasn’t so much as if you were choking anymore but like you were exerting yourself. You figured you’d hold off to tell anyone that until they arrived in person…. You were sure the entire city’s hero network on patrol and on call didn’t care for you to drone on about details when they were probably all busy themselves. 

So you kept it short and sweet, and you let them know you suspected an attack from that villian who’d been going on a rampage lately and you just needed someone to help you get to medical to get fixed up.

With a truly impressive speed, you heard the comms activate in response. A man’s voice burst to life in your ear. “Y/H/N? Stay where you are, I’m close to you. I’ll be there in a couple of minutes.” That voice, it was familiar… It was broody and deep, it was….sexy. You shook your head and reprimanded yourself internally. That voice that was so familiar, sexy as it was, shouldn’t be distracting you at the time. You should focus on getting your breathing under control and taking a hold of your senses in case any other villains popped up in attack. You couldn’t stop replaying the timbre of the man’s voice though, thinking it sounded almost like Eraser- 

No, you cut your thoughts off forcefully, You’re thinking with your-rather feverish- body at the moment instead of your head. 

Surely the hero coming to help you out wasn’t the one man you had a disgustingly desperate crush on- that had to be wishful thinking, some fantasy conjured up by your love sick mind. He’s your coworker, and while he’d been nothing but nice to you each time you’d seen him you’d only had a few conversations that you severely overanalyzed in your head. When some of the pro heroes went out for drinks after shifts some evenings, it’s like he got awkward when you arrived and drifted to the sidelines, choosing to watch rather than engage. It made you wonder if he didn’t quite like you, and the thought of that being a possibility made you sad.

“Eraserhead? You sure? If you need backup I think I’m only a couple blocks behind you, just let me know,” a female hero’s voice in the comms responded to the one before it.

 Oh god. Oh god, oh shit, oh fuck. It was him. Exactly as you dreaded, the man who was currently on his way to your aid was Eraserhead of all people. If you didn’t keel over and die from the quirk’s effects themselves, you might just die of embarrassment from knowing that your personal hero, and man that you had a not-so-small crush on, was coming to help you in such a vulnerable and powerless state. You felt so puny and helpless, you could almost cry. You also felt…. turned on. God, were you sick in the head? Why were you getting turned on at a time like this? And… and had your cycle come early or was that increasingly damp spot between your legs coming from something else? Your mind was running circles, thinking desperately of ways to just calm the fuck down before Eraser showed up that you hadn’t been paying the most attention to your surroundings, and the dark figure who dropped onto the sidewalk merely 2 feet from your burning hips startled a squeak out of you. Taking in the person, you sighed in relief and also internally went into panic mode as you saw that it was him, peering down at you warily, as if he weren’t sure if the quirk you were under was contagious or something. You were able to get out a “thank you for coming” before he knelt down and softly placed a hand on your elbow. 

“Can you stand?” He asked, and you nodded shakily. As he helped you to your feet, a soft breeze blew from behind him, picking up his hair and scarf and wafting his scent right into your face. It was musky, and slightly sweet, a little bit spicy and so very manly. Your teeth ground against each other and your thighs clenched tightly as you just barely concealed a whine from your companion. God, you needed to get yourself TOGETHER. Your silly little crush on Eraser had never been this bad, you’d never been so unable to control your inappropriate thoughts in public like this before. You’d certainly never had such a visceral reaction. You could feel Eraser’s eyes on you, studying your features from closer than he’d ever been before. You saw in your periphery that his eyebrows were pinched together in the middle, concern shattering his usually cool expression. That was worrisome to you, so you began to babble out questions.

“Eraser? What is it? Do I look really bad or like– I, I mean like, as in the quirk attack! Does it look bad?”

He didn’t meet your eyes for a second, his own still making its rounds across every crease in your skin before coming to rest on your gaze. He took his time in answering, making your anxiety spike. 

“You don’t…. Look bad, Y/H/N, but I can tell you’ve been hit by the quirk hard. Here, let’s get you inside. Somewhere cool, huh? You’re probably burning up.” 

You nodded in agreement, lips coming together in a small pout as Eraserhead looped an arm around your waist and pulled your arm over his shoulder. You felt like a child, but at the same time, a sick little part of your brain whispered at the edge of reason that you liked it, that this felt good. Every inch of his body that pressed up against yours felt like a fire poker sticking you in the point of contact. You’d never felt such heat in your life. Your knees were wobbling, thighs trembling from the effort of trying to walk while keep them tightly together, for fear of anymore… untimely arousal leaking out. The last thing you’d want was for him to notice. Not only would that be embarrassing but he’d probably think you were a perv, too! You didn’t think you could handle that. Eraser was so mature and no-nonsense, he’d instantly lose respect for you if he knew your…predicament. 

But what if he likes it?  

The voice came from a dark corner of your mind, and you gave your head a tiny shake as if to make the thought dissolve. The effort was futile though, as the voice came back stronger. 

What if it turns him on to know how wet you are just thinking about him? What if he wants to fuck you too, you little perv? You act all coy and innocent but all you really want if his big fucking fat di- 

You shook your head again, a tiny whisper of the word “no” fell from your lips. You could see Eraser again in the corner of your eye, face still a mask of concern as he noted the sweat breaking out at your hairline. You still hadn’t  been able to control your breathing fully, and you’d been walking slowly with his assistance for a few minutes now. He gently tugged you toward a new apartment building that hadn’t quite opened to the public yet, though it appeared to have finished construction. He continued to guide you until he reached a completed room with a door that he closed behind the two of you. 

“Okay, Y/H/N, talk to me. Tell me how you’re feeling currently.” He loosened his grip on your waist, helping you prop yourself against the wall. 

You couldn’t possibly tell him how your pulse picked up into overdrive because he smelled sexy. You gulped, thinking of something to say that would satisfy him that wasn’t lying. 

“It’s.. so hot… and I’m… it’s sticky. No, no! Not like, me… like, like the air… because it’s so fucking… fucking hot…” You panted, bending at the waist and bracing your hands on your knees. You couldn’t help how wanton you sounded. You also couldn’t help the tiny moan that escaped you when Eraser rolled his sleeves up and you saw his forearms, corded with lean muscle from years of hero work. God, had he always had that vein there? Your mouth watered as the thought of biting down on it entered your head. His hand came up, snapping in front of your eyes to bring your focus back to him. To the conversation at hand, really. 

“Eraser….” you panted, trying to meet his eyes. “Do you know what’s happening to me? Please…. Please, I just… I don’t feel right. It’s starting to hurt.” 

“Y/H/N, this question might seen odd or out of line considering we’re coworkers, but are you also feeling… aroused? Sexually?”

Your pulse jumped and your eyes flew up to meet his as he gazed steadily at your face. Was he asking because it’s related to the quirk, or was he asking because he wanted to fu-

You gulped and nodded your head, not seeing any reason to lie. 

You noticed the subtle twitch of muscle near his eye. He had winced, but he gave a brief nod in return as he set his jaw. 

“The villain that attacked you has a lust quirk. It makes the victim be overcome with lust until it’s unbearable. If you don’t receive a cure in time, the quirk raises your body temperature and heart rate so much that your body can’t handle it and begins to shut down. It’s not fatal to anyone gets the cure after being infected as long as you’re taken care of within a few hours of being hit. You aren’t feeling great now, but if we delay getting you care then your chances of survival are lower.” 

You- what?  A lust quirk? Well that certainly did explain how your body was reacting to being in the presence of your hero crush. Normally, you weren’t this disgustingly horny outside of the sanctuary that was your bed. 

“Oh… okay, so… get me to the cure. P-please,” you croaked, barely slurping back the saliva that your mouth was producing as you stared at the handsome man in front of you. 

“It’s… the quirk requires that the person who is affected engage in- ehm- sexual relations with another. Until completion, sometimes from both parties. I can take you to Recovery Girl, but I stopped to give you a brief breather while I gathered the contact info of someone that you may be able to call to… help you… deactivate the quirk’s effects. A boyfriend or girlfriend?” Despite Eraser’s no-nonsense manner, he still stuttered a bit with explaining the “cure” for the quirk. It pleased you to know that he still had some shame regarding such a sensitive situation. And if you were fully within your right mind, you also would have noticed the faint pink coloring creeping up the sides of his face as he let you absorb what he had just said.

Your eyebrows furrowed together, and you hung your head as you uttered out a defeated, “no one,” to the floor. Even though your voice had been low, he nodded and reached back out to steady your wobbly form. 

“There are some who are aware of the effects at Recovery Girl’s place, maybe one of them can help with the situation. They’re very professional from what I’ve heard, and discreet. You have nothing to be–” 

Your voice, breathy and whiny even to your own ears, cut him off. “What about you?” 

He faltered in his speech, and shook his head. “No, I haven’t um.. Been someone who has relieved anyone of this specific quirk before. It’s probably best if we get-”

You interrupted him again, this time by keeling over and falling onto your knees with a groan. Your arms clutched tightly at your midsection, which was burning worse now, so much worse, and the reproductive organs you possessed…. God, why did they ache so badly? It felt like they were twisting around one another, so tightly it was cutting off the circulation inside. Your eyes still squeezed shut in pain, you whimpered and began to beg. 

“Please, please…. Eraser, I won’t tell anyone, just PLEASE I’m begging you… everything hurts so bad.., want it to stop, please stop it. I need it, I need you to… I need you, please…” You were babbling, and your distress had risen to a point where you couldn’t bring yourself to care about how you were coming off to him.  His eyes were wide as he listened, arms frozen in the air, outstretched toward your frame. 

“I… I don’t want to be taking advant–” 

“You’re NOT, Eraser, I swear I NEED you to fu–” 

“Okay! Okay, alright. I understand what’s at stake here. It seems your body is progressing rapidly and time is of the essence anyway. We are going to have a conversation about this when you’re fully recovered but… Okay, I’ll help you.” 

His hands softly cupped your elbows and guided you to sit on the bare floor. He quickly unwound his scarf from around his neck, extending it out to you. 

“To put under your head. Lay down and get comfortable.” 

Your thighs clenched once again at the suggestion of the command. You could tell he noticed, his eyes flicking down to the movement for just a millisecond. Another tiny whimper fell from your lips as you grabbed the scarf from him and bunched it up behind your head, lying down as he had instructed. He kneeled in front of you, noting the way your body squirmed uncontrollably. 

“I’m going to start slow, okay?” 

Your head nodded frantically as you hummed. You wanted to close your eyes and savor the feeling when his fingertips landed lightly on your ankles, but you couldn’t resist watching him touch you with such reverence. His fingers skated up the sides of your legs, so slowly your hips were wriggling with anticipation as they came to the waistband of your form fitting hero pants. 

His eyes had never once left yours while he’d done this, and now he raised his eyebrows at you in question– asking for consent. 

“Yes, yes, please. Please touch me, do… do anything you want,” you said breathlessly. It spilled out of you before you could worry that you sounded too desperate. If you had been more aware, you’d have noticed how his eyes darkened and his mouth went slack at your words. But you didn’t notice. No, all you could look at was the fingers that were now on either side of your hips, hooking into the fabric bunched up there and sliding the material down your legs. 

There was a brief moment of relief when the cool air inside the building touched your sweaty skin, now exposed. But it quickly vanished as the heat caught back up to you. You resumed your wriggling, and Eraser brought his hands back to your hips, tightening his grip and holding them in place. 

“Stop moving so much, Y/H/N. I know it’s hard, but let me help you.”

You nodded, trying to quell the movement. One of his hands made its way down to your core, now bare. Look, there’s no room in that tight hero suit for panties, okay? 

You shuddered as his fingertips ghosted down your slit and then up again. Your mouth began to form pleas again, but before you spoke, he did. 

“Shhhh. Let me help you. Let me take care of you, sweet girl, okay? Let me make you feel good.”

Holy shit. Holy shit, holy fuck. That was definitely doing something to you. Sweet girl ? If his fingers had lingered on your soaked slit a second longer you thought that might have sent you over the edge, even after barely having been touched. 

You shivered again, moaning a little. He took this as a sign of encouragement, and pressed his thumb on the underside of your clit. FUCK. That… that was heavenly. You moaned again, and again as he began to circle your clit, building up a slow rhythm. Your eyes fell shut, your hips began circling against his hand as he worked you up. 

“That’s it, such a good girl. So wet, you’re so soaked baby. Do you wanna feel something in that tight little cunt of yours? It just looks so fucking good, I just wanna…” 

You felt one of his fingers prodding at your entrance. You began chanting a series of yesyesyes’s when you felt him press inside and crook up right into the spongy spot that made you cry out. Fuck, it was like he knew exactly where to touch you; like he’d already mapped your body out without you knowing. The thought of his pure skill at working your pussy made you even more wet as he added another finger and started fucking them in and out of you. Your fingers weren’t long enough to reach all the spots he was hitting inside you with ease, so you whined like a bitch in heat, which you supposed you were in the moment.

Your eyes were still closed, so you were totally unprepared when you felt something slick and warm start to circle your clit. The second you realized it had to be his tongue, your mouth fell open in a gasp. You fluttered your eyes back open and looked down between your legs, where his face was now buried, eyes barely visible beneath messy hair- though you could see that he was looking directly at your shocked face. You felt his lips twist against you… into a smirk? Oh, you thought, he’s filthy.

Your hips were now gyrating wildly, and one of his hands came up from where he’d been cupping your ass to press you back down to the floor. Once he had you situated, he sucked hard on your clit, practically making you scream. 

“Eraser, yes yes, oh my god–”

“Shota,” he’d pulled back for a second, just to gruffly correct you on his proper name, and then dove right back in as if he were starving for it. His enthusiasm alone was making your thighs quake- it was so fucking hot. Your thighs began to tighten around his head and let out a breathless cry of his name. Your fingers snaked down to tangle in his hair, needing to ground yourself through the immense pleasure you felt.

Your head fell back into his scarf again as your back arched, the motions of his tongue against you turning you into a pathetic mess. You weren’t sure if it were due to the squeezing of your thighs or the hair pulling, but you heard him grunt and felt his fingers dig in a little tighter where they rested on your stomach. You let out another moan in response, and felt more fluid gush from your pussy. You couldn’t help it- a sexy man being vocal between your thighs was like your own personal wet dream. 

His fingers inside of you sped up, hitting your spot with a wicked precision as his tongue alternated between suckling and licking around your sensitive bud. You began to tighten around his fingers, knowing you were nearing orgasm. You couldn’t form any words at this point, just panting pathetically and moaning as you approached the edge of your pleasure. 

“Sho- Sho-ta, I’m– I’m gon-” tried to garble out, to let him know, but he nodded before you could try to fully finish your sentence. You took that as permission, and came harder than you ever had before. Your eyes were tightly shut as your body trembled. His mouth had transitioned to lightly kissing the plump skin of your inner thigh, and his fingers continued to move slowly inside you, working through your ecstasy. You looked back down at him again as he pulled his fingers out completely and sat up on his heels, taking in the sight of his face that was soaked with the evidence of your orgasm. A shudder went through you as you watched him suck his fingers into his mouth to clean them of your release. The sight of him like this was almost enough to make you cry out again.

Your relief was short lived as a pang of the pain and heat from earlier returned, quickly making your loose body tense up again. Your whimper this time was one of pain, and Aizawa’s sharp gaze flicked back down to your face. 

“It’s not gone?” he questioned, shuffling forward and laying a comforting hand on your knee. You shook your head violently, groaning at the burning in your abdomen and curling in on yourself. 

“Fuck…” he muttered, barely audible. “We have to… we have to try something else, Y/N, is that okay?” 

Your hazy mind barely picked up on the fact that he had used your real name, not your hero name. You didn’t even think he knew your real name, not really. The surprise of this realization lasted barely a second as you groaned in pain again and quickly nodded your head in response to his inquiry. You felt him shift even closer to you, then he was leaning over you and filling your watery vision completely. His hand that wasn’t rubbing soft circles into your knee came up to your chin, which he tilted up in a silent command to meet his eyes. You complied, and waited for him to speak or touch you or do anything that might help. 

“Y/N,” his voice came out, soft and sure with a gravelly edge, “I think we have to have sex for it to stop. For some, just an orgasm can bring an end to the effects of the quirk but for others, if there aren’t two parties who orgasm from some type of penetrative sex, it continues. I don’t… I don’t know why, but I think we have to do this if you’re still feeling the quirk.” 

You felt like your ears were ringing– did you hear him right? He was going to have sex with you? You knew that the situation you were in was dire, but you almost could’ve laughed at the fact that you were about to be in your own personal heaven. As your mind wandered off, you felt him give your chin a tiny, gentle shake to capture your attention again.

“Hey, Y/N? I need you to focus okay sweetheart? Is that okay? Are you okay with doing this?” He asked you, concern pinching together the features of his handsome face. You nodded, and tried to voice your consent, but you could only mouth the word yes. He nodded back at you in confirmation, and released his grip on you to lean back and start unbuckling the belt around his waist. “I don’t have any protection, but I can pull out if I need to.”

You managed to find an ounce of strength remaining in your body and used it to push up on your shaking elbows, trying to look at his face so you could address any concerns. ��N-no, I’m on the pill. It’s okay. And- and I get tested regularly, I’m g-good.” 

He nodded, the picture of seriousness, as he responded with a simple “me too,” and continued fumbling with his belt.

You reached one hand out, barely grasping the bottom hem of his shirt and making an upward motion with it before supporting yourself with your arms again. He glanced up, and you whispered into the quiet room.

“Take it off. Please,” you tacked onto the end, hoping you didn’t sound too demanding and also hoping that he was even half as into this as you were. He followed your request without hesitation, and you took in the sight of his pale torso, muscle rippling under his skin as he pulled the fabric up over his head. You bit your lip, not wanting any noises slipping out at the mere sight of him and revealing how much you secretly wanted all of this. With him mostly undressed, pants around his knees and shirt discarded, he leaned down toward you again. 

“Is it okay if I touch you here?” he asked while trailing one of his large hands up your ribcage, running below the swell of your breast. You released a small whimper and nodded quickly, reaching up to help him remove the tight fabric of your top. Once it was pushed up over your head and you were settled again, his fingers ghosted over your right nipple, already hard with your arousal. Once he’d run his fingers over your pebbled, sensitive skin a few times, he pinched, causing you to yelp in surprise. His face had a deliciously sexy smirk on it. 

“Please… Please, Shota….” you begged, not for anything in particular, but just more of him. 

“Please what, princess? You want me to touch you over here too?” He asked teasingly, trailing his other hand over your left breast and bringing that nipple between his fingers. As he rolled both nipples, he ground his clothed and already hard cock against your core. You tried to fight your eyes rolling back again at the relief you felt from that little bit of friction, and heard him stifle a breathy laugh. 

“Shota… Please, I want… I need you to fuck me,” You panted out, proud of being able to get out a full sentence, and simultaneously nervous that you were too forward. 

His eyes darkened, and any hint of teasing that was flitting across his expression lifted. Faster than you could process, his hands were on either side of your face, pulling you slightly up to him as he pressed his mouth over yours. You’d thought his hands were divine? They were nothing compared to his lips. You’d never been kissed as passionately as he was kissing you. No, devoured was a better word for it. 

Your lips parted underneath his, teeth clashing messily as you returned his fervor. His tongue slipped into your mouth and circled your own, and you both moaned at the sensation. One of his hands left your cheek, slipping down between your gyrating bodies to circle your clit with his fingers again, his mouth swallowing the moans this brought forth. Your hands dropped to the waistband of his underwear and pushed it down, just enough so that his cock-definitely above average, you noted mentally- bobbed out, fully at attention, the tip gleaming with precum. He sucked on your bottom lip as you felt him line up with your entrance. 

He pulled back slightly, pupils blown wide in what you were sure was a reflection of your own. He searched your face for any hints of hesitation he could find. 

“What will be most comfortable for you? Do you want to move-” you cut his sentence off with another deep kiss. You pulled back very slightly, lips still brushing his as you responded that you wanted it “just like this”.

He wasted no time. He entered you fully, and you felt the tip of his cock nudge your cervix. Fuck, how big is he?, you wondered, feeling like you were nearly being split in two despite the preparation you’d had prior and the arousal that continued to seep out of you. He rested his arms on his elbows, encircling your head. His hand tangled into your hair and formed a pillow in addition to his scarf that still lay beneath you. His hips were unforgiving, slamming to meet yours over and over again, making you moan out with each thrust. But your moans were muffled, since all the while his mouth hadn’t left your lips. His lips caressed yours, in a gentle way that didn’t match the pace of his thrusts at all. His tongue moved in slow, sweeping motions as if he were mapping out the interior of your mouth. Everything felt so good, so fucking good. 

You knew you were under the influence of a quirk that made you this stupid horny in the first place, but you were certain beyond a doubt that you’d never been fucked so well before. Every point where his skin touched yours was on fire, but in a completely different way than the heat that consumed you because of the quirk. This heat was good, it was delicious, and you wanted to feel as much of his skin as possible. You wrapped your arms around his shoulder and tugged him down slightly, closing the small distance between your torsos. Your nipples pressed against his pecs. It was good, but you needed more, so you brought your legs up and wrapped them around his hips, digging your heels into the small of his back and forcing him deeper inside you with the new angle this created. 

He moaned into your mouth, and slowed his pace, grinding into your pussy, barely pulling out. Fuck, it was like his cock was made to fit you, the way the tip brushed over your g-spot when he did that. It was nothing short of euphoric. You pulled away from his mouth with a gasp, reluctant to release his lips, but needing to suck in some oxygen. He plunged his head down to your neck, suckling the soft skin there, moving down until he reached the junction of your neck and shoulder. He nipped at the spot, and you cried out and arched your back in response. You were close now, and you clenched around his cock uncontrollably. You felt his hips falter for a second as you clenched, but he picked up his bruising pace again quickly. 

“Shota, Shota I’m close,” you panted into the heavy air, nails digging into his shoulders. 

“I know princess, I know… feel you clenching around me… so fucking tight. You feel so good, sweetheart. So fucking good for me. Let go baby, come on me,” he rasped into your ear. 

That did it. His filthy words had you coming hard, shaking almost violently and squeezing your eyes shut. You couldn’t help but cry out as you came, Shota’s thrusts not slowing through your climax. You weren’t sure if it lasted seconds or hours, but your breathing began to even out again and you felt Shota’s hips still pistoning inside you, losing the rhythm and pace he’d built up. 

He brought his head up so that he could meet your eyes again. 

“I’m close, where…?” he questioned. 

“Please, come inside me. Fill me up,” you whispered, and watched as his face screwed up with pleasure once you’d uttered the words. His hips pressed tightly to yours and you felt his release fill you, warming you from the inside. His load was huge and you felt it begin to leak out around his cock, still pressed in to the hilt, as the last of his load spurted into you and his body shuddered. 

When it was over, his eyes met yours in an almost sheepish manner. You tightened your legs, not ready to let him go yet. 

You both began to speak at the same time then. Both of you seemed to be apologizing though, so you clamped your mouth shut and furrowed your brows in confusion. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Y/N,” he spoke first. “You couldn’t help that you were attacked by this quirk, and I was not going to let you suffer or die from it. I’m happy to help you, please don’t feel ashamed.” 

You let the kindness of his words soak in for a moment before you giggled. Now it was his turn to furrow his brows. 

“I could definitely tell you were happy to help me,” you responded, wiggling your hips slightly, his softening cock still inside you. What? You couldn’t be expected to be the most eloquent at the moment, you’d just had the best fuck of your entire life. 

He groaned in (what you were hoping was) feigned annoyance, and rolled off of you, pulling out slowly. He gathered the rumpled pieces of your hero suit, handing them delicately over to you. He began to dress also, the shuffling of fabric the only sounds for a moment before he cleared his throat. 

“I imagined the first time I kissed you to be different in my head.” 

You blinked, pulling your hair out of the neck of your suit. Had you heard him correctly? He’d imagined kissing you before? Maybe this entire exchange had been a drug induced illusion, and you were actually in a hospital bed right now. But the hard floor beneath your knees was real, and the brush of his fingers against your hip as he reached around you to grab his scarf was definitely real, sending a shiver down your spine still in spite of what had just transpired between you. 

You blinked again, feeling dumb from the silence on your part. You quickly rushed out the only thing still rushing through your brain which was, of course, “You’ve thought about kissing me before?” 

Color flooded his cheeks as looked intently at his scarf, taking his time in untwisting it. 

“Of course I have. You’re…. You’re wonderful. I… I really admire your hero work, Y/N. You’re good at what you do, and you’ve only been doing it for a year” His eyes raised to meet yours. “And I’m sure you know already, but you’re beautiful. Breathtaking, really. Of course I’ve thought about it.” 

Your breath hitched in your throat. You didn’t think you’d be able to form words, so you did the only thing you could think of doing in response and lunged toward him again, bringing your lips together in a sweet kiss. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as his circled your waist. You kissed each other gently this time, no fire underneath, just a curious exploration of one another. When you broke apart, you smiled widely at him. 

“Thank you for helping me. I know you’ve said you’re happy to, but really, thank you. I’m just… really glad that it wasn’t something I forced on you. I don’t know if I could have forgiven myself for that.” 

His eyes softened, still holding yours, as he nodded. He released your waist with a sigh, opting to take one of your hands in his as he stood. You followed suit. 

You hadn’t put your comm unit back in yet, but Aizawa had, and you heard his blare to life. A tinny and very, very loud voice on the other end spoke up: “Yo, Eraser– where are you man?? I’m here with Recovery Girl at the school and we’re super worried! What’s got you guys caught up?” 

Shota winced at Present Mic’s volume but answered awkwardly, “We uhm- so Y/N’s okay right now, because we uhm- were able to deactivate the effects of the quirk. So she’s all good I think.”

After a moment of silence in which you both blushed bright red at the revelation, you heard a cackle break out from Mic. Shota ripped the unit out of his ear and turned back to you, muttering that he “can go without that for a second”.

“We should probably go get you checked out with Recovery Girl anyway, just to make sure your vitals and everything look good. It shouldn’t take long, and as far as I know in previous cases once the quirk is gone you don’t need to take any sort of precautionary measures or anything so…” You nodded your understanding as he scratched the back of his neck with the hand not loosely holding yours. 

“And then maybe, afterward…” He began speaking again as you both started walking toward the UA campus, “We can grab dinner together? I know we’re doing this all backwards here and normally people start dating each other before they get all intimate but uh-” He cleared his throat, as you felt your heart shoot up into your own and get lodged there. 

With a slightly bashful but elated smile, you agreed and squeezed Shota’s hand. He returned the gesture, silently promising himself to never let go of your hand from that moment forward.

[nathanbatemanfucker]

REMY!!! REMYYYYYY

"Beyond Misconceptions" is EXACTLY what I needed today oh my GOD my anxiety has been acting up and this was such a tonic 🥹

The fact that Joaquin is the kind of lover to truly and selflessly go "if you'd be better off with someone else, then I want that for you even though it would break my heart" but then he is so comforted I'M CRYING I LOVE THEIR DYNAMIC SO MUCH

Also, bc you said requests are open, if it's not too much to ask... could we maybe get something where Joaquin is very serious about reader and wants to introduce her to Sam and has a convo w Sam about how he feels? Idk if that's too sappy ofc you don't have to im just swooning thinking about it 👀 - ips anon

Between Sips

about this: wc: 658, characters: joaquin torres, sam wilson (f!reader mentioned), contents: alcohol mention, canon typical injury, joaquin’s a simp, SAMBUCKY if you squint, an: hope u enjoy this my sweet love & as always thank you for your support! <3

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Joaquin stands up from his desk, walking across the room to plop down on Sam’s. “Hey, come get a drink with me.”

“Man, I’m going home. To bed. You see this?” Sam points to the sling his arm is in.

Joaquin raises a brow at him, “What if I add in pizza?”

“Dude—“

“I wanna tell you about my girl. Please?” He presses his palms together, pleading. 

“Oh now you wanna tell me about your girl? After I’ve got a couple of broken ribs?”

Joaquin tries to bite away his grin but can’t. “You getting the shit beat out of you kinda made me realize I want you to meet her.”

“Little shit— you’re getting me dessert too,” Sam grumbles, grabbing his bag and heading toward the door. 

“That late night cookie place is right across the street,” Joaquin calls after him.

—

Sam watches Joaquin fidget with a smirk on his face. He’s never really seen the man like this, he’s always overly confident. “So, you gonna stall until the food gets here to stall again or—“

Joaquin’s grip on his beer tightens as he gazes down into the amber liquid. “Nah, man. I just, I don’t know— I’ve never met anyone like her before.”

Sam sobers a little bit, realizing how serious Joaquin is. Sitting up, he leans in a little, curious.

“Tell me more.”

Joaquin takes a deep breath, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “It was kinda random, y’know? One of those things where you meet someone and think, this person might change my damn life.”

Sam raises a skeptical brow, waiting.

“I met her on a mission—nothing crazy, just some intel work. She clocked me right away, which should’ve been my first clue she was special.” Joaquin huffs a small laugh, shaking his head. 

“She’s got this way of looking at me, like she already knows what I’m gonna say before I say it. And she’s funny, man. Not just funny—sharp. Quick with it. Keeps me on my toes. But she’s also… sweet. Kind in a way that doesn’t ask for anything back. And when I’m with her, it’s like—” He stops, searching for the words.

Sam tilts his head. “Like what?”

Joaquin’s grip tightens on the beer again. “Like I don’t have to be anyone but me.”

Sam lets out a low whistle. “Damn.”

Joaquin laughs, feeling a little shy. “Yeah. Damn.”

“Can I see her?”

“Yeah, hold on,” Joaquin fishes out his wallet, pulling out the photo booth film strip he keeps there. 

Four photos, all of them where he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you— not when you were looking so angelic. Looking at the photo along with Sam makes him miss you more right now. 

“Oh, she’s got you wrapped around her finger.”

“I…I would do anything for her. I think anything, for real.”

“Would she do the same?”

“In a heartbeat.”

Sam nods, taking a pull of his beer. “And have you told her yet?”

“Told her what?”

“That you’re in love with her.”

Joaquin’s cheeks warm. He scratches at the back of his head with a sheepish smile. “Was hoping you could give me some pointers?”

Sam sighs. “Maybe I can finally give you some after this weekend.”

“Finally gonna tell him, huh?”

“Yeah, I think it’s about time. He’s got a weekend off appearances, we don’t have a mission. I don’t know,” Sam shrugs, letting his eyes drift to the mounted tv screen playing an old sports game. 

“It’ll be perfect man. Just be yourself.”

Sam scoffs playfully, his eyes returning to Joaquin. “How’d you end up giving me pointers?”

Joaquin shimmies his shoulders. “Must be the natural leader in me.”

“Yeah, yeah. So when am I meeting her?”

“I don’t know, let me pull up our calendar,” Joaquin starts to type in his password, scrolling through the date. 

“Our calendar? As in your shared calendar with her?”

“Fuck off.”

Sam can’t stop laughing. “I can’t wait to tell Buck.”

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[tangents-within-tangents]

And along these lines, can we recognize that viewing and treating the clones as people is the bare minimum? It should be a given.

Like I saw a post recently that quoted a line somewhere when a jedi called the clones their men, "Men! Not clones, or troopers or soldiers, men!" and idk I'm just kinda like:

Like sorry but that isn't exactly a grand achievement (and there are plenty of examples of when the Jedi do call them "the clones" or "troopers" too. But also the clones use those words for themselves just fine so I don't think it's a problem)

Obviously it's good that the Jedi treat them well and use their names and such, I just don't think we should be overly patting them on the back for it. Can we acknowledge that calling the clones by their chosen names is such a low bar? One that plenty of characters outside of the Jedi also surpass (like Yularen, Padme, Riyo, the Syndullas, Phee, etc, and to be frank yall, even Nala Se, Hemlock, and Palpatine). Like Watto called Anakin by his name, just saying.

I'm not necessarily saying that the Jedi only did the bare minimum, just that that is all I see people praise them for all the time. And that's kinda weird.

There's this aspect of the Born Sexy Yesterday trope that I think can sometimes crop up in the way people write/talk about the clones and the Jedi

"...a science-fiction trope that's designed specifically so male heroes get to automatically be the most extraordinary man in a woman's life, because they are basically the only man to have ever been in her life."

"He does have one thing going for him though: he knows all about living life as a normal human being. Of course, so does every other guy on Earth which should make him unremarkable. Except to a woman born yesterday. Because she's presumably never met another man, he would seem like the smartest most amazing guy in the entire universe."

"Since he's the first and only man in this woman's life he gets to be the best by default. Which means he doesn't even have to try to be a better partner, a better boyfriend, or a better lover."

It's a romance trope, so the context isn't necessarily one-to-one (depending on what you're writing ig, I don't really read ship fic stuff so I can't speak to that), but I think it's a similar idea. That everyday normal things will seem extraordinary to someone who is lacking experience. Point being that treating the clones with basic human decency isn't special, it should be the norm. The literal bare minimum shouldn't be elevated just because they only have worse things to compare it to. Jedi don't get bonus moral points just because the Kaminoans are in the negatives, you know?

(And in fics and stuff, I'd say it could be realistic for the clones to view it that way. To be in awe and so grateful to be treated decently, or to try real food and have basic needs met, etc. But the Jedi's reaction to that should be 'no honey this is normal, you always deserved this' not taking praise or credit for it.)

I don't like this idea I sometimes see in fanon/discourse that the Jedi encouraged or taught the clones to be individuals and if not for the Jedi this wouldn't have happened.

The clones are individuals.

It's an inherent fact.

Like irl identical twins/triplets/etc have the same DNA and they are obviously individual people. It's the same for the clones. You wouldn't say that twins only have distinct personalities, opinions and such if their parents encourage it. The same way you wouldn't say that about non-twin siblings, or just any person. Because appearance and genetics do not define who a person is, for anyone.

And in-narrative their individuality is an inherent fact too, in that they are all unique in the Force.

The Jedi may have helped the way the clones view themselves in a self-worth sense, their leadership may have allowed for more expression by not restricting it, but they didn't create that individuality.

Treat them like individuals and value their lives as such, yes. Make them into individuals and teach them how to be individuals, no.

[gabstriessomethingnew]

"I don't want you to change. I want you to always be you"

Idk if this is a headcanon or the makings of another fic but I saw a tiktok (I'm so sorry I can't find it but it was really good person who made it) that had that one scene where Arthur and Merlin were talking while Arthur is, you know, dying. And he mutters that fucking heart wrenching line about how he doesn't want Merlin to change.

And well, I just had this fucking awful thought. What if Merlin's magic internalized that literally. Like that was the moment Merlin became immortal.

We know Merlin's magic was created for Arthur. That was the point of Merlin's existence. And here he is, the man Merlin devoted his life to, the man he loved, dying in his arms, making one final fucking request. For Merlin to always be the same. And well we know Merlin's magic reacts on instinct a lot. So, it takes the man's final request and grants it. Maybe for Arthur, maybe for Merlin so that his purpose will continue, so his love will never die, not entirely.

And now Merlin walks around eternity himself. All from that one moment. And maybe Merlin doesn't even recognize that's what made him immortal, but it is. It stemmed from those two fucking agonizing sentences.

Idk this was a thought and now I can't stop thinking about it.

[mirixmoya]

my initial first-read thoughts for SOTR PART III: THE POSTER there will be MAJOR SPOILERS under the cut but pls enjoy :)

chapter 19;

haymitch thinking poorly about himself makes me so sad i can't believe he's gonna do that for the next 25 years

"will she be haunted by me for the rest of her life?" other way around actually!

haymitch tryna smart ass his way out of panache killing him... this man never never changes does he

chapter 20;

"i've killed someone. two someones. brutally. it was self-defense, so question, but i know i can never go back to five minutes ago." he's so young he's so sweet i could cry

"mamaw used to say you never really knew who'd swim in a flood." there is annie cresta everywhere for those with the eyes to see

mags and haymitch mental communication via sponsor gifts... haymitch and katniss mental communication via sponsor gifts... crazy stuff.

HAYMITCH AND MAYSILEE BROTHERSISTER

"my dreams are nothing i want to remember, full of people i must never forget. i visit death after death. it's a relief to be woken up." oh :(

katniss and haymitch both getting a lil deaf in their games #family

KATNISS MENTION WAHHH

"one of us has to be the worst victor in history. tear up their scripts, tear down their celebrations, set fire to the victor's village. refuse to play their game." do i believe that post-sotr is a genuine addict and a handful? yes ofc. do i think he's also keeping his promise to maysilee a little bit? also yes.

chapter 22

"just programmed to be walked all over, i guess" he's like a sad wet dog i see on the street and then worry about for the rest of my day

chapter 23;

reading these moments that were already kinda knew but also didn't really know is so surreal

MAYSILEE MY SWEET GIRL :(

"I just stare into those burning blue eyes, letting her know she's not dying alone. she's with family. she's with me." :((((((((

effie mention again!! it's so good to be alive!!

"proserpina wasn't born evil; she just had a lot of unlearning to do." the trinket sisters have this in common i fear

"it's okay to cry around mags" suzanne what if IM the one crying

chapter 24;

okay must assume at this point that The Raven references are building to something but they are still lowkey jarring for me idk

"neither of us are going home [...] these Games will have no victor" he's literally six months pregnant with katniss here.

that whole cliff sequence... chef's kiss

"I die happy." :(

chapter 25;

A WHAT SWALLOWS A WHAT

sepsis mention.

"nobody's here because everybody's dead." and this is just his life now. sick. sick to my stomach.

him always remembering to mention effie even tho she was only there for like 2 days... mhm hm okay.

he's already likening his victor's village house to a prison stfu

snow locking this traumatized teenage boy in this apartment, alone, with only shitty symbolism food, and making him watch a gory clip show of the past hunger games??? i need to kill this man immediately

LUCY GRAY MY BELOVED

EFFIE!!!!

her ass is always having to act normal while people are shooting guns about her ears i know effie just hates her fucking life.

haymitch describing himself as an animal NOOOOO

the world could literally be ending and nothing would stop these two idiots from bantering. i hate them. literally the plot of mockingjay (the movie).

"i'm going to tell everyone you dressed me." and i'm expected to believe there's NOTHING going on between them???

this exchange is affectionate asf ohmygod

effie being given direct instructions from snow? possibly from the man himself?? oh im gonna have a field day with that one

"effie, to her credit, stands by me." TEARS. TEARS IN MY EYES. THIS LITERALLY BEING THEIR RELATIONSHIP IN A NUTSHELL.

"i won't hurt you." "i know that." ARE U KIDDING

"but they really are for a greater good. the hunger games." don't worry suzanne girl i've been there too. i love to ruin a nice hayffie moment with effie saying something horrible and inhuman.

mags in a wheelchair :(

"day 5 or 6? who knows? it's just one big, big, big day." literally effie trinket #1 fan alert

corioloanus snow i will literally shoot u with a gun

chapter 26;

haymitch literally being put in a cage and dangled for capitol amusement.... i don't wanna talk about it.

"the only person who keeps an eye on me is effie trinket." cried. cried very hard

the four tributes finishing their journey together suzanne why don't YOU just shoot ME with a gun.

"you can take several things from me--my ma, my brother, my love--that are the only things worth keeping." i am gonna throw up.

HANGING TREE :(

of all the way to kill haymitch's family suzanne chose the most devastating one. uh huh okay.

it's literally so over.

the dry cistern. how many times can i threaten to kms

burdock everdeen u are so loved by me. i would also leave my nice town family for ur broke ass and then be devastated beyond reason when you die tragically.

don't even get me started on the song choice... this book is wet enough already

"no one took more care banking a fire at night." Mrs. Abernathy i loveee u. i grew up in a house heated solely by fire, this is literally my Mom, i feel like i Know her, i was literally Raised by her.

HAYDOVE REUNION #GODISGOOD

nevermind.

chapter 27;

THE NIGHTMARES :(

"that i will never love anyone ever again. nevermore. because he will make sure they end up dying horrible deaths." i will be using this in all my future hayffie mockingjay effie-in-prison angst fics thank u very much

haymitch pushing everyone away to the point of throwing ROCKS at burdock and asterid??? i know he was sick to his stomach the first time he saw katniss on that train

i can't watch this poor young boy became an alcoholic in real time i really can't :(

snow losing lucy gray in the woods vs. haymitch looking for lenore dove in the woods. i see u suzanne.

lucy gray has a headstone this is incredible news

"it's effie trinket who finds me," and i knew she would!!!!

is she the stylist or the escort now? or both??

"you are capable of imagining a different future. and maybe it won't be realized today, maybe not in our lifetime. maybe it will take generations." that's right suzanne! remind the children that katniss was not a uniquely extraordinary revolutionary, she was simply a revolutionary who came in at the right time!

epilogue;

"i have to look after my family." the sob that just left my body was genuinely concerning.

i will never use sweetheart for effie again.

"i finally told our story" :(

KATNISS GAVE HIM THE GEESE!!!

"the capitol can never take lenore dove from me again. they never really did in the first place." haydove u were so beautiful and lovely it was a pleasure to get to know u

me, a hayffie girly, closing the last page on that epilogue: yeah :) i can work with that :)

not a single intelligent thought to be found this time. only a lot of incoherently rambling. i'm so excited to re-read it all again tomorrow.

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

Watching Severance does feel a bit like reading a fic with 15000 word chapters that are almost entirely world-building and setup and there are only 2/47 chapters published and those came out 3 years apart

[starrycassi]

PLEASE THANK U for bringing it up because I've been thinking so much about it. Nolan goes "yeah sure fuck the human for all I care. I'll get the GDA to whip out an IVF in a decade or something. He'll die some days anyway" so he tries to be, uh, supportive. He does love his son. He shows his supportiveness by:

Making gay marriage legal. Everywhere. Just in case.

Randomly giving William plates full of weirdly glowing alien food so he can "be at his peak, at least"

"You know, son, when I started dating your mother... Well, if you're treating the boy like I treated your mother, of course" "Dad. Please. Just. Leave me alone."

He's probably weirdly vaguely homophobic (???) we're told that sex/romance for the sake of only pleasure is not really a thing on viltrum, and I assume Nolan just went "Uh. Humans" the first time he learned about it, but now it's His Son who's doing, so he's often throwing out comments that are slightly off-putting.

He offers William a personal trainer "just in case". In case of what? He refuses to tell.

"Are you good enough for my son?" "I don't think I'm even good enough to get accepted into college, sir. Yet, I sent in my application. Shoot for the stars or whatever they say"

Debbie has to constantly tell him that That Is Not Normal. He's mostly mastered humanity but he's never been a father-in-law before. It's all so new.

Board games are weirdly political.

"...if, instead, YOU wanna be treated like your mom, I suppose you could-" "SHUT UP?? DAD?? OH MY GOD"

He tries to do the "father-in-law clap on the back" and almost knocks William's lungs out because he's only ever done that with mark, who's gotten pretty good at withstanding his slaps

"What are your intentions with my son? Will you two wed?" "Me. Grayson I Am Fifteen Years Of Age I Don't Think My Mom Would Like That"

Nolan: "There is no point to being a homosexual, though". Random Man: "Yuuuup. We should just kill them all". Nolan, who very much loves his strangely infatuated son: "Say that again?"

That one inlaw who's NEVER fully satisfied with what you do. Debbie tells him that he's worse than her old nana while telling William that Pre-med is a perfectly acceptable carrer for a smart young man like his.

Idk man if I start dating alien overlord jr and then alien overlord sr tries to talk to me after sucking his son's soul out via kissing him against the desk I think I'd just jump out of the window

Sometimes Will does kinda wish he was trying to kill him. At least that way Mark wouldn't go, "Dude, he's trying. I think he's actually softer with you than with me" at everything his father does.

"OF COURSE he's softer. You got THROWN through a cement WALL two days ago and survived. If I sneeze wrong my hip pops off"

"Yeah no that's fair"

*taps mic* uhm, hello? Is anyone there?

Anyways. Writing a fic of altmark gayson and his boyfriend trying to dodge the age of question of "hey, when will you guys have kids?" Except this time the question is quite heavy because, well, there's the whole heir for empires thing. Also, neither of them has an uterus. Also, they really really really like getting drunk on Friday nights...

Featuring:

Mark who got his powers at 13/14. Since I'm going off with the idea that maskless mark is gay, him and William were already kindaaa dating? So my man is far cockier than mainstream mark, but, also, far clingier

He does take over earth with omniman. Or is in the process to, at least

Nolan is Very Weirdly Open when discussing procreation. The Talk is just a constant thing with him.

Nolan is somewhat a good father idgaf

At some point Mark asks Eve to change his atoms and "make him a woman" for nine months so they can get over this

Eve says no because?? What?? The?? Fuck?? Mark??

So he asks if she can do it on will

Weird viltrumite stuff that would get omegaversy. At least in theory. Wouldn't quite work with a human

Mark attempting to clone himself

Mark accidentally coming off as racist against viltrumites in public

Already kind of established viltrumite empire, soooo. Kind of prince(ish) mark?? Unsure of how royal I can get with this without writing a literal copy of superman on his white outfit tbh

William trying to finish his midterms as his boyfriend has two different identity crisis going on in the background

EXTREMELY intense mark. Yeah yeah we hate yanderes WHATEVER I wanna have fun every once in a while god forgive a woman has preferences

Mark attempting to inject his blood on other people and accidentally kind of killing them

Mark going 'round asking female heroes if they want to surrogate (promises to pay)(gets turned down because?? fuck?? no??)

Generally just mark losing it

Idk this sounds very fun. But it is 12:52 am so maybe it's just the sleep deprivation

[reccyls]

Hello I'm on my knees for spoilers, your favorite moments, and thoughts on Victor's route🙏 Did it meet your expectations?👀

Hello! Sure, I'd be happy to give my thoughts! But please keep in mind that this is my personal opinion and first impressions, based solely on the Blind Love ending, and I may have some different thoughts after some time to think and finishing the Mad Love too.

Big spoiler alert!

To be very blunt, I was quite disappointed with Victor's route. Part of it may be that I had set my expectations rather high, but I do think that the pacing and storytelling of the route itself felt subpar. Some parts felt shoehorned and didn't flow together very well as a cohesive story. There were definitely parts that I liked, though! Just, as an entire package it doesn't work for me and I'm very sad about that.

For things that I liked:

I think early on in the route, there were some good moments between Victor and Kate. There is that initial line-drawing and hesitation between Kate and Victor that comes across in their pre-route event stories that I do like.

Kate is shown to have PTSD (or at least a similar trauma response) to the explosions that occurred at the church in the past, as shown in the LINE campaign episode 0. I think that's a pretty neat touch.

Nice angst in chapter 14 when the first kiss occurs. Kate has already come to her feelings realization in chapter 10 and was about to confess to Victor, but Victor cuts her off with a kiss. After that, he pulls back and asks her quite coldly, "Is that enough to satisfy you?" Then he reminds her that there's only a week left before her 1 month period as the Fairytale Keeper is up, and she will go back to her normal life then. It's a rather harsh moment of Victor drawing another line between them and I did like the angst and the drama of it, haha.

As for what I felt was lacking...

William!!! William is such a gem. He is merciless towards Victor's patheticness and it is so funny. There's one conversation ("conversation") at one point that goes something like this:

Victor, brooding because he is pining and miserable about the consequences of his own actions upsetting Kate: .............

William, sitting next to him, drinking wine and having the time of his life: So you messed up, huh.

Vogel has essentially no role whatsoever in the story. Ring, Nica, and Darius each get 1 scene where they maybe have like 10 boxes of dialogue max, and then they never show up again. It's chapter 10 for Ring and Nica, and chapter 13 for Darius. They didn't do anything before this. They don't do anything after.

The emotional conflict/relationship development between Victor and Kate felt really repetitive for a while. Kate gets closer to Victor > Kate discovers one of Victor's secrets > Kate gets uncertain as she sorts out her thoughts and Victor pulls away > Kate makes up her mind and confronts Victor and tells him that she wants to stick with him > Kate gets closer to Victor > Kate discovers one of Victor's secrets > Kate gets uncertain as she sorts out her thoughts and Victor pulls away... I think this happens like 2 or 3 times. It just felt so dragged out.

BEN BROWN. OH MY GOD BEN BROWN. So one of the antagonists/masterminds in the Blind Love route is Ben Brown, a secret cousin of Victor's that is never referred to anywhere else in the story and ONLY appears in chapter 24, where he is introduced, goes on his evil motivation rant, we get his tragic backstory infodumped on us, and then he dies. All in one chapter. Like, what is that pacing???

The part where William explains Victor's past to Kate feels like it was cut and paste from a different draft. Although everything is William telling Kate what happened, it's narrated in first person. So it goes like "I was born in the royal family" even though this is William speaking. William does say something like "this is how he told the story to me" but idk, that still felt weird and disjointed to me.

Victor comes off as quite unsympathetic in some parts of his backstory to me, specifically in the part where he discovers and confirms his curse. So the royal family was having a succession crisis, and Victor thought he wouldn't have anything to do with it because he was so far down the line. However, all his relatives began dying one after another. After some research, Victor discovers that he has manifested a curse, and all the deaths seem to have been because of him as all the family members who died did so after Victor had spoken with them. To confirm this, Victor arranges to meet with his uncle, whom he later describes as being like a brother figure to him, and confirms that he can use his curse to make his uncle commit suicide. The nursemaid who helped Victor research the curse seems to have gone insane because of it and started basically worshipping Victor's powers letting him become the king, so Victor used his abilities to kill her too so that no one would know that he killed his uncle. I totally get that Victor would have been very traumatized by realizing that he killed everyone in his family and not in his right mind (he had attempted to kill himself after first theorizing this too) but this was just. Not a good look.

I'm really sorry, I don't mean to be so negative. I was really happy with Azel's route in Ikepri so I think I set my expectations quite high for Victor, as I do like the relationship development he and Kate have in their events. But what we got (and what I experienced so far) was just disappointing to me. I really do hope his Mad Love route is better.

[p5-apotelesma]

anyone else kind of put off by how they write makoto scaring her friends? idk maybe its just me

like, okay, in tactica especially there are multiple "comedic bits" where they mention how strong makoto is and that she does martial arts. like, they're praising and admiring her skill, or just commenting on it in general. but at one point someone (morgana, i think. and later futaba) specifically say she is "scary" and "terrifying" and it shows them being scared of her. when she reacts to most of their comments like this:

and you know how theres that bit where joker can imagine what it would be like to marry a phantom thief of their choosing? and the makoto in his head gets angry at him for a conclusion she jumped to about joker having someone else? and when joker comes out of the daydream he backs away from makoto and she says he looks pale.

theres a lot of these bits in tactica, but strikers and even the base game isnt saved from this altogether. theres that god damn 'peeping at girls in the hot spring trope' that comes up in every modern mainline persona game. its meant to be funny? apparently? but after the 5th time we see it we're not like. haha dumb teen boys get beat up by angry teen girl over a misunderstanding. we're like. oh. this again.

(i feel like this same 'girl beats up dumb boy' trope spawns from the same place the 'girls beat up ryuji after he almost dies for them' scene comes from. and maybe thats part of why it makes me do the frowny emote.)

ANYWAY

p5r dodged the obligatory hot spring scene, but Strikers did it instead. and makoto beats up the guys even though it was a honest fuck up and they tell the girls they weren't peeping and we the audience know they weren't but makoto beats them up anyways?? and exclaims "fist of justice!!!" ("HAHA MAKOTO SCARY LOL" ???????)

meanwhile she gets annoyed in any other instance when her friends try and reference her fists of justice?? (ryuji tells toshiro to watch what he says if he doesnt want to get pummeled, when he tried to compare makotos punching power to fist of the north star and she gets pissed) sigh. what is this writing. why would she having issue with it? this is a girl who gets so excited watching Yakuza movies that she sits on the edge of her seat with her fists clenched. shes started reading action manga more and actually enjoys it.

even if makoto wants to come off as being serious and put together, and even if she naturally is (moreso than her other friends) she is not immune to the sillies of teenagerhood. she would compare herself to it gladly and wouldnt hit or scold her friends if they did either. because its fuckin awesome. because shes awesome.

like. i'm not the biggest fan of makoto. she's got the lowest blorbo status in my brain out of the whole squad but i don't hate her. there is a good character there, its just. the writers. make. decisions.

makoto spent so long being alone and feeling isolated and like. she says during her confidant that a lot of people just thought she was some kind of cold. robot. so i certainly don't think she would want her friends to think she was in any way unapproachable. or unable to handle the bits.

and i dont think she would want her bit to be 'lol violence funny' (at the very least not to this extent.) i don't think she would want to give her friends any reason to think that she would hurt them. making a "strong woman" character does not mean this character. has to crack her knuckles at her friends and imply shes going to hit them if they say something a little too silly. and play it off as a bit??

like. idk. maybe im thinking about this too much or not explaining this with the right words. but its just one of the many things about the writing choices that leaves a bad taste in my mouth. to me this is completely different from them making her serious about studying and having her get on her friends asses if they dont do well. and her friends not wanting to get a makoto lecture. like oh we better study because if we fail we'll have to face Militant Academic Makoto Niijima because she will organize a tutoring/study session like it's the fuckin navy.

when ann and ryuji first say 'oh man shes scary i dont want to get on her bad side' right after makotos awakening, makoto seems more embarrassed than anything else. and i feel like this is. more true to her character. she lets her anger out in the metaverse and she can do amazing things with it as her drive but shes embarrassed about expressing it. but she comes to embrace this about herself. that shes powerful. and shes proud of it. but that doesnt meant she leans into being someone her friends think is. genuinely scary.

makoto is a terrifying fighter and brilliant tactician in the metaverse but in real life she is not all serious business! she is capable of fun!! makoto is a nice girl!! makoto is a girl who had to grow up too fast and mask her way into the good graces of the adults in her life! so she's awkward around kids her age!! and in situations that arent serious business (that she cant script as well) she isnt always sure how to best interact with her peers! but shes growing! shes going out of her way to experience new things! she wants to better embrace her anger because it means freedom for her!! after a childhood full of holding her tongue!! but she doesnt have a temper that makes her friends the victim of her misplaced aggression! and shes not a buzzkill!

[maiarayavt]

Not that anyone's been asking me but I've been mulling over Book 8, and my far-fetched predictions are:

• Twisted Wonderland's Beauty and The Beast version, with the Prefect as Beauty and Grim as the Beast. Think about it, in Book 6, Idia (Ortho? Leona? Someone in Book 6 at least) says something about Grim's powers stemming from ancient magic. And wasn't the Beast's transformation into... well, a beast, from a curse from a witch? What if it's the same as Grim?

• When (If?) Grim overblots, he'll be thought of as the monster. We saw beforehand how his instincts become more animalistic/primal, with some people likening him to a chimera. He loses all sense of civility, and when he scratched us in Book 6, Crowley was all like "You have to remember, he is still a direbeast" and urged us to be cautious.

• And just like in Beauty and the Beast, where the townsfolk mob the castle to get rid of the monster, so will the students (or Sage Island's residents) demand that Grim be disposed of. Idk. My crack theory at this point is that he flees to Vargas' hometown and we get a twistunes version of Gaston's song lmao.

• The internships get postponed. Why? Because capitalism, that's why. From a business standpoint, it makes no sense for Twst to get rid of their characters when they're all so beloved by many all over the world, especially the third years. (Think of a world with no Malleus or Leona? Oh the in game purchases would tank lmao). Take note that this year alone, twst has been off the charts in terms of game popularity not just in JP but across the globe as well.

• If they managed to (SPOILERS!!) Kill Lilia and bring him back alive through the power of true love and BACK to NRC to go live with his sons just so they can milk more out of his character, then I think they'll find a way to keep everyone in the game with a healthy amount of screentime.

• PETER PAN EVENT PLEASE!!! Give me a hot Captain HOOK DISNEY PLEASE.

• New characters!! Maybe Chenya or Neige gets some love from the devs and we get RSA cards. Which leads me to the great NRC vs RSA spelldrive tournament! Though at this point I think this is already a given because why else would you introduce RSA.

• Please just make more women characters I'm begging 😭 Please make Elsa or Merida real in this world 😭

• The Dark Mirror will shatter into a million pieces and the Prefect gets stuck in twst because why not. They need our money and for them to do that, we (the players) need to be kept in the game for a looooonggg period of time.

• Sam's hometown event because why do the students get all the hometown events I want to see Port 'O Bliss too.

• Crewel's actual dogs will be paying us a visit. Why? for funsies. Maybe we'll get to see them bite Crowley's ass idk.

Anyway I'm so excited for whats in store!!! Hope one of these comes true lol especially Crewel's dogs I really want to see them 😭

[rowretro]

𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞

SUNGHOON GOES TO INDIA

♡Warnings: kissing, mentions of drowning, possibly suggestive, blood, idk what else

♡Synopsis: For my desi gurlies, especially vijay fans, im personally neutral but more a thala fan, but idk, I think you'll get some of the references, for my non-desi readers, it'll just be a very cute and crazy ff of Hoon's love life<3 ill do Jungwon justice in another ff T-T (perhaps another desi reference one?)

DISCLAIMER!!! I would like to say that the idols or just names mentioned in this ff, are obviously not a representation of them irl or how I feel about it. Like it or not, I can't be bothered to look for fake names. I simply think of a name on the spot, I believe Mia is the only fake name I came up w

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He's simply here for a wedding, that's all, in India for the wedding of his dear friend, and somehow, this quiet, innocent-looking man, has caused a vehicle accident, a cone speaker landing on the head of the man who offered him a lift. Now poor Jungwon's hair is a massive cone and he doesn't even realize. Guilty, Sunghoon sat by as he watched Jungwon in the water, realization washing in as he saw his beautiful reflection. His gorgeous face and his nice hair are a big cone. "IS THIS WHY YOU KEPT LOOKING AT THE SKY WHILE I WAS YELLING AT YOU?" Jungwon asked as Sunghoon slowly nodded.

However, his guilt faded. The sound of girls giggling and splashing about could be heard, and he just couldn't focus on Won's lecture. Instead, he swam by to see the gorgeous woman, water being sprayed at her as she stood on a big stone, trying not to get in the water with her friends. Her long lashes, toothy smile, and god her body... Sunghoon get your mind out of the gutter and think of a good plan. He looked at the water he was in and smirked. He had a plan.

"Guys! Look he's drowning-" one of the girls called out as they all brought him to shore. "It's a shame such a handsome boy had to drown..." Mia said with a pout "Check if there's life in the body- I mean man" Kazuha told y/n, as she rested her head against his chest to hear for a heartbeat. Sunghoon's hand slightly shook at this feeling. He's already got a crush on this pretty woman, he's started this stupid plan, and he better go through with it without getting a restraining order.

"Let me do the deed!" Mia said, as she tried to push on his stomach to get the water out. Seeing that it didn't work, Kazuha turned to y/n, the only one who studied abroad so she wouldn't face the backlash of practically kissing someone "I'm about to get married... you know what our families are like... it's ok if you're saving a life right?" she asks as y/n bit her lip before placing them on his, trying to get water out. Sunghoon felt his heart beating. Damn, a kiss before they even get to talk? "this is so sad, look at how he's yearning to breathe!" Zuha pointed out as y/n spat the water out, her eyes on the man again, his lips pouting for another kiss. She slaps him.

"Get up and stop acting." she scolds as Sunghoon opens his eyes, sitting up mesmerized by her beauty, "look at him. how he's staring! Stupid! idiot! Nonsense! Scoundrel! You- what the hell do you think about me you little bitch" her scolds sound like music to him. "Are you crazy?! you useless illiterate goon, do you have a brain? how dare you! I will kill you! I will slap you" "he's so not cute... his face is,,, not him," Mia said. With that she left, after throwing something at him, but it landed on poor Jungwon's tall hair, knocking him into the water yet again.

Sunghoon made his way into the massive home where he'd be staying, unaware of the fact his crush was also accommodated there. She hid under the bed, waiting for him to go. Only for him to strip before her, his dirty undies landing on her head, as she saw something she didn't want to see... It's going time. Sunghoon was showering, so she unscrewed the bed and chairs, in fact why not also electrocute him?. Kazuha helped her dear friend, switching off the main as she messed with the wires, "switch it on when you hear me whistle" she said. Big mistake.

Sunghoon, unbeknownst to the danger awaiting him walks into the room whistling. Hearing the whistling, Zuha turned the main on, and poor y/n got electrocuted, nodding her head and humming due to the electrocution. "Oh, what are you doing here?... Do you want a kiss? let me close the door then... oh you don't want me to? ok let me just come over, damn you scolded me so passionately there, but want me so badly now? I just can't understand these girls" Before he knew it, he too was being electrocuted by her lips on his cheek, literally. Hell Jungwon saw this scene through an open door, poor man just had to get an expensive haircut, and here he was, to scold Sunghoon and get his money, but instead...

Both Y/n and Jungwon were kissing Sunghoon's cheeks now. Kazuha looked through the window to see how it was going, just to see the man being kissed both ways. She switched off the main, and they went flying, landing on the screwless bed, that broke down just like that. Sunghoon smiled, taking it as she was literally lying on top of him, scolding him again. Even as she left, he didn't realize he was lying on top of poor Jungwon...

Sunghoon found himself at a bar drunk out of his mind as he was paying for himself and Jungwon. A peace treaty for putting him through torture since they landed in India. "Yo, waiter... why is this CD so small?" he asks as the waiter frowns "That's not a CD that's a vada appa" he says. "A Padayappa Cd? Then put it on I wanna hear the songs-" "No it's a vada that you eat." the waiter clarifies "Then why does this one have a hole and that one doesn't?" He asks, clearly drunk.

Who knew that taking Jungwon to the bar to treat him, would become hell for Jungwon, Sunghoon walked around questioning everyone whether a fish has legs, as they ran away in fear, "Won why are you sweating so much?" he asked so casually. "For the chaos you're causing how can I possibly not sweat?" he says so calmly "Here wipe it away with this cloth" he says throwing the snake in this direction "SNAKE! SNAKE!" Jungwon yelled as everyone ran here and there scrambling to leave "a-a snake- I had a snake around me?!" Sunghoon questioned.

"HELP- HELP-" Jungwon frowned, as he heard a girl scream for help not too far away. it wasn't too loud, but he could make it out, he shook Sunghoon, as he saw her banging on the window, waving. "Hoon that girl needs help!" Jungwon said as Hoon just shrugged him off "It's the girl you keep torturing- I-I mean loving very sweetly" Before Jungwon could even turn to him Sunghoon went running. Just as she was running out of her room, he was running toward him, the 2 colliding as she fell on him. Turns out it was just a massive cockroach.

It's been a while since he left India and that girl was still on his head, should he perhaps go back to India? As he was thinking of what to do, he heard his sister rolling a suitcase into the house while dragging in a girl "You're going to love it here, I can't believe you left me for 2 weeks to go to India~ you have got to sleep over for at least a week!" Wonyoung said as pulled her dear friend to her room. Sunghoon's eyes were immediately wide, a smile on his face as he watched her. She lives here. In Korea.

"You mean he's your brother?!" Y/n asked Wonyoung as she nodded. Shit. She fucked up. Y/n saw him in the mall so she hired a few men to just gently threaten him... but apparently it went very wrong and he's in bed scared and in pain, and on top of that, he's her best friend's brother?! "I get that he's annoying but I just don't know who would do such a thing..." Wonyoung sighed "I did..." Y/n said clearly guilty, Wonyoung stared at her shocked, but she was glad she let Y/n explain. "I get it... but he's really hurt y/n... perhaps you should apologize." Wonyoung said, rubbing y/n's back as y/n nodded.

Without further ado, she found herself at the open door of Sunghoon's room. "Sunghoon?..." that sweet honey voice "NO NO DON'T HURT ME NO!" he screamed dramatically, hiding by his bed, wrapped in his duvet. "I'm so sorry- it's ok- it's just me..." she called out soothingly as he crawled back to his bed "I hear your sweet voice but I can't make out your face due to the beatings..." he said as she stepped closer, his hand went up her waist, to her arm, to her shoulder than her face, he felt her lips, squishing then a little "Y/n?" he said, as she stared in shock "yes it is me-".

Who knew her apology would result in y/n rubbing vapour rub on both sides of his chest, as he fell asleep on her lap with a smile gracing his lips. "My dear sister you helped your brother's love life... in the many mistakes I made you helped me resolve them... would you like some ice cream?" Sunghoon asked Wonyoung as she smiled "how'd it go? did you clear up you misunderstandings?... from what I heard from her she seems pretty mad and you seemed pretty annoying..." she said as Sunghoon shrugged. "I tapped so much bullshit, not even a crazy person would believe me but she did." he started as Wonyoung saw y/n behind him, but he just let him go on

After a while she felt bad and told him to look behind "why is it a snake? I help one around my neck you know?" "No it's a ghost- I have nothing to do with this!" Wonyoung claimed walking away as Y/n chased Sunghoon around the whole house, eventually tripping and falling on him. "Sunhgoon I got some- oh god... leave me out of this, me and my hair have been through enough," he said walking away as Sunghoon rested on top of her, his head in his hand staring at her. "You're so beautiful up close... it's a shame god has to force us into these scenarios no?" he asks as y/n slaps his chest and gets up to leave

Ever since she stayed over at Wonyoung's for a little, she couldn't stop thinking about him. His playfulness, the way he'd act all innocent when caught red-handed, how despite being a little annoying fuck, he kept his boundaries as much as he could, in fact, he got the chance to be sweet to her while he had her there and honestly, despite the crazy shit he's done, he seems so... sweet. She thinks about him so much, in fact, every channel every video he's there, in fact, she could've sworn she saw him in her room holding her laptop, but no, it was all in her head. She then remembered she had his number...

The 2 were sat on the beach, y/n was too shy to say anything while Sunghoon couldn't help but steal glances at her pretty face. "I'll get to the point of why I called you here... here's a picture of me and my fiancee," he said as y/n frowned. It was an edited photo of him and one of his friends, Heeseung, edited as a woman. "My dad's dad's dad and her dad's dad's dad made an agreement that their firstborn kids should get married, to their dismay, on this side was a boy, and this side was a boy then this side was a girl and that side was also a girl, to the luck of My dad's dad's dad and her dad's dad's dad, me and this girl were born, hence we now have to get married," Sunghoon explained.

If he could take a shot for all the stupid things he's done to land a girl, Sunghoon would be blackout drunk, but here he was, sitting before a very drunk, mad y/n. She slumped in her chair after downing another shot glass. "go on mate." she said "like I was saying- my dad's dad's dad-" he immediately got cut off. "Your dad's dad's dad and this lovely girl's dad's dad's dad, made an agreement that their firstborn kids should get married, to their dismay, on this side was a boy, and this side was a boy then this side was a girl and that side was also a girl, but because of fucking fate of your dad's dad's dad and her dad's dad's dad, you and this bitch was born and now you must get married right?! enough of that shit." she yelled mad. As Sunghoon gulped.

"WHAT'S GOING THROUGH THAT DUMB HEAD YOU MADAGASCAR?!" y/n asked mad as he stuttered "you know my dad's dad's dA AHHH- NOT ME DEAR GOD-" he yelled as y/n flipped the table, pulling him back when he tried to run "Yoi. I was practically one of the most gorgeous girls in my high school days, even after I graduated so many rich men would still ask me out. but no my stupid ass thought I'd end up with a smart cute, lovely man who would love me for me. Instead, I have you, you Manga." she said as Sunghoon blinked "Mango- huh?" he asked as y/n smacked him "The y/n who never thought she'd fall for anyone saw a man with such alluring eyes, despite all the mischief his face still has that innocent look, your not too over the top gym body, your gentleness, your style, your dance, your fight, seeing all this I fell for you." she drunkenly admitted, as she fell, Sunghoon catching her immediately. Y/n flipped up and looked at him with a smile "Stupid" she said one last time before passing out on him.

"And that's how my crazy brother ended up marrying such a gorgeous girl." Wonyoung ended as The friends laughed "I never thought she would fall for him, but I'm not gonna lie, they were made for each other" Kazuha added. "And I helped Jungwon find his true love too..." "Yeah, how did he repay your torture?" Jay asked as Jungwon sighed "I wouldn't say repay, but it's one crazy love story" Jungwon sighed.

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A/n: I feel this may have been too cringe and weird, but- hey Indian movies, especially arnd the 2000s-2010s era have alw been like this. What are you opinions desi and non desi readers?

[christian-zelda]

I got this idea in my head, and it wouldn't leave me alone. I wrote it out, so now you have to deal with it too.

(Legend, Marin, Warriors, Wild, Twilight)

Mild cursing, panic attack (supposed to be one anyway; I'm not sure how to write them).

They had arrived in Warriors’ Hyrule a few days ago, and now they were looking around Castle Town. There wasn't really anything Legend found interesting, so he was just standing around. His eyes grew wide, as he suddenly hears the notes of a hauntingly familiar song. He stands in shock for a moment, before he quickly moves in the direction of the song. He sees a crowd of people watching someone singing. He pushes to the front of the crowd, and stands in shock, not believing what his eyes are showing him. There, standing right in front of him, was Marin. He wanted to call out to her, but he couldn’t find his voice.

Marin finishes her song, and bows for the crowd. She turns around, and bows again, but as she stands back up, her eyes meet Legend’s. They stare at each other for a few moments, before Legend suddenly runs away. Marin stares after him, feeling confused. That was Link! Her Link! And he saw her! So why did he run away? She decides to follow after him.

Legend’s thoughts are in complete disarray as he runs in no particular direction. ‘That was Marin! No! It couldn’t be her. She’s dead! It must be some kind of monster taking her appearance to mess with me. Yeah, that must be’ Legend’s thoughts are interrupted when he accidentally runs into Warriors, and falls to the ground. “Woops. Sorry Legend, I didn’t see you there.” Warriors offers his hand to Legend to help him up, but Legend doesn’t acknowledge him. Warriors chuckles, “What? No snarky remarks for me?” Legend tries to collect his thoughts into a response, but Marin comes around the corner just then.

“Link? Is it really you?”

“Marin? Wait, how do you know him?” (Marin says something about Legend being her Link, the one she met before the War of Eras. Idk what she would say; the idea didn’t include that).

“No. You can’t be her. Marin is dead. They’re all dead. I killed them!”

Marin would start to approach Legend, “Link….”

Legend suddenly draws his sword and aims it at Marin, “NO! STAY BACK!” Marin steps back, hurt and confused.

Warriors grabs Legend’s arm and pulls it away from Marin’s direction, “Legend?! What the hell are you doing?!” The rest of the Chain had heard the shouting, and they arrived at that moment.

“Link! Please! It’s me! It's Marin!”

“DAMN YOU! SHUT UP! MARIN IS DEAD!” Legend breaks free from Warriors’ grip, and rushes at Marin with his sword aimed right at her. For a moment, time seemed to slow down. Then in the blink of an eye, Legend was on the ground, with Wild pinning him down.

He shouts at the others, “HELP ME HOLD HIM DOWN!”

Twilight runs over, and helps Wild hold Legend down, “I’m sorry Legend. I hate to do this, but you’re not thinking clearly.”

Legend’s vision starts to blur, his hands start shaking, and he starts hyperventilating, as he says to himself, over and over, “It’s not her. It’s not her.”

And that's it. I didn't have inspo for anything past that. Hope you enjoyed. Feedback is welcome and appreciated, especially on how to properly portray panic attacks. Also, if I made any mistakes, please point them out in the comments.

(Btw, the idea for Marin staying Warriors' Hyrule after the War of Eras, came from this post and this post, by @/aoikitty).

EDIT: @ahanarhorse. Just realized I should tag you, because this is technically sort of related to Cracks Across Time.

[starrihan]

https://www.tumblr.com/starrihan/778415657483190272/scenario-a-nerdy-girl-who-is-secretly-obsessed?source=share Give me part two or I'll kidnap you? 🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺

Ah listen to me. Maybe part two should have aftercare too🌝! Taesan will hug you and say "no need to cry, I won't leave you, pretty,"

Forgive me because I'm crazy 😔🙏

You’re forgiven because I’m also crazy? (but kidnap me if you must i will not object)

Idk something about mean dom! Taesan making you cry and then being so nice and caring afterwards is delicious 😋

Also are you the same anon that requested the original post??

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You're shaking in the bathroom, still shocked at the events that just occurred. You frantically clean up your mess, the embarrassment washing over you again as you recall the way you came all over his fingers. Looking in the mirror you gasp at your current state. Hair frizzy and messed up, mascara running down your cheeks and eyeliner smudged in the corners.

You quickly dry your still-wet face and use the napkins to get rid of any smudging, trying to salvage what's left of your makeup by patting the surrounding foundation onto the stained areas. You try to calm your nerves but it fails as you find yourself slightly shaking as you walk back into the large lecture hall. You look around, finding Taesan already staring at the door, the smirk on his face as he keeps eye contact with you a little overwhelming.

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Your nervousness never settles as the clock ticks seem louder than usual, serving as a constant reminder at how agonizingly slow time seemed to be going by. You were nervous for what Taesan wanted from you after class, but you were even more nervous at the fact that you've been growing increasingly needier as time went on, panties ruined.

The sound of students closing their laptops and zipping up their bags snapped you out of your thoughts. You quickly packed up your things, not that there was any point in bringing them out anyways since you didn't even pay attention. Hopefully today's material wouldn't be on your next exam.

You take your time, waiting for everyone to leave the hall before making your way down the ramp, scanning the hall for Taesan. You furrow your brows as you see no sign of anyone outside the classroom, your need being replaced by irritation.

"Did you think I left? That wouldn't be very nice of me, would it?"

His voice behind you made you jump, noticing that his hands look wet and blushing as you realized that he just came from the bathroom, your neediness clouding your judgement. You turn around, shaking your head as you stand there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

"You're awfully quiet now that you're not moaning my name."

You burn up even more, not knowing how to act around the one person that's made you cum more times than you know, more times than he knows. But his cockiness just brought something out of you that you couldn't figure out. You roll your eyes.

"Oh, feisty are we?"

"Shut up..."

He chuckles, getting close to your face, lips just barely ghosting over your own.

"And if I don't? Then what? Will you take away the honor of letting me hear your sweet voice moan my name again?"

You look away, not being able to stare at his captivating eyes any longer.

"C'mon sweetheart, I will get you to moan my name again."

He grabs your wrist, smooth but gentle as he walks you to what you assume is his apartment building. Once inside his room, you can't help but stare at all of his posters. Black walls adorned with posters of My Chemical Romance, Mötley Crüe and other bands that you didn't recognize.

A yelp leaves your body as he suddenly appears behind you, hands wrapping around your figure, sliding the backpack off of your shoulders.

"Relax baby, why are you so nervous?'

The way he makes you feel, how your burns up at just the slightest touch by him. None of this felt real.

"This is my first time ever doing something like this... with someone I've just met."

"For someone who you just met you sure acted like you knew me, at least well enough to moan my name in the bathrooms for anyone to hear."

"Will you let that go?"

You scoffed, getting tired of the constant waves of embarrassment crashing over you.

"I can't. Usually the girls that want me say it to my face. You're... interesting. Maybe you're a stalker for all I know."

You can't deny how he must've felt, knowing you'd probably feel weirded out if you heard a stranger moaning your name in the bathroom.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for anyone, esepcially you, to hear me being—"

"—a pervert?"

Like a mallet to a gong, you feel your heart pang in your chest. The idea of being called a pervert by your crush was the ultimate form of humiliation, the tears flowing from your eyes instantly.

"I— I'm s-so... sorry, I— I can't believe I—"

But he didn't seem angry or weirded out. Instead, he walked over to you, placing a hand on your waist before leaning in to close the gap between you. You breath hitches in your throat, unable to process his actions, eyes fluttering shut.

"Don't be embarrassed baby, I liked it."

He says after pulling away, diving back in to kiss along your jaw and neck. His actions now are much gentler than they were before, hands slowly moving down to cup your ass under your skirt. You gasp, moving your head to the side to allow him more room to continue his kisses on your neck, hands brushing through his hair as you pull him in closer, your front pressing against his hardening length.

"Fuck Y/N,"

He growls into your neck. He moves one hand to your clothed clit, smirking into your neck when he feels how soaked you are through your panties, your almost silent moans like candy to his ears.

"Oh you must really like me,"

The tears are still steadily flowing down your cheeks, not able to conceal your shame. But the more humiliated you feel, the more turned-on you find yourself getting, and he notices it too with the way you grind your hips into his fingers.

He leads you to the bed, lips never leaving your neck as you feel the back of your legs hit the bed. He instructs you to lay down, laughing as you try to wipe away the tears. He takes his pants off before kneeling on the ground, pulling you down towards his mouth. His fingers ghost over your pussy, his breath hot against your core.

"What a crybaby. But you like it when I shame you, don't you? You like when I call you a little pervert, huh?"

He moves your panties to the side, pressing his fingers against your now-exposed slit and rubbing along your folds. You violently shake your head 'no.'

"Oh yeah? Then why are you so restless every time I say something to embarrass you? You like crying for me? You like it when I humiliate you."

You continue to shake your head, but you know he's right and he knows he's right, watching as you squirm at the contact.

"Should I give my little crybaby what she wants? Or should I punish her for being a little creep who cums to the thought of me, a stranger, when she's alone?"

Again, shaking your head no, you throw your head back when his lips touch your clit in a gentle kiss, praising the small contact for keeping you sane. He moves your panties to the side, teasing your clit with his tongue as his fingers swirl over your sopping hole.

"T-Taesan..."

You moan and it's like a band snaps within him, pushing two fingers past your walls and sucking on your clit like its a ring pop (😉). Arching your back off of the bed, you cry out his name even louder, tears flowing from raging pleasure instead of shame. Your orgasm is quickly approaching, but he notices, pulling out before you can release.

The salty taste from your tears permeates your mouth, choking back sobs as he rips your orgasm away from you. But he stands up, quickly discarding his boxers and your panties before pulling you close by your thighs, lining up his dick with your entrance. He teases you more leaving you to grip the sheets, white-knuckling them as he slowly pushes himself in you. The sigh of relief you let out brings a smile to both of your faces, both entirely too worked up.

He feels your walls pulsing around him, relishing in the feeling before thrusting slowly at first, waiting for you to adjust before picking up the pace.

“Fuck… Taesan…”

“Shit princess, you sound like an angel with my name rolling off your tongue,”

He grunts between thrusts causing you to whimper and whine for him. He takes the chance to lean down, scooping you up to press another kiss to your lips. You moan into his mouth, allowing him to explore with his tongue. You take note of how strong he actually, something that’s not very noticeable about him upon first glance. The constant flutter of your walls around him let him know that you’re close, slowing down his thrusts.

“Tell me, do you think you deserve to cum after being a freak in the bathroom? After shamelessly grinding into my hands when I was degrading you? Don’t you think you should at least apologize?”

You try your best to form words for an apology, but the only thing on your mind is him, the words lost on your tongue as his slow yet deep thrusts cloud your mind.

“Seems that you’ve gone stupid from my questions,”

He tsks but speeds up again, watching as you cry harder for him. With a couple more thrusts, you’re screaming his name like it’s the only word you know. Jolts running up and down your body as you continue to cum for another 20 seconds, hitting even harder since he denied you of it earlier. He quickly pulls out of you, dropping your thighs and stroking himself a few more times, finishing on your skirt.

“I bet you won’t even wash it when you get home. You’ll probably use it to get off again, am I right? My little perverted girl.”

You felt like you were going to pass out from heat exhaustion, the heat of your embarrassment and shame continuing to run through you at his constant degrading. You find it in yourself to sit up, but harder being able to hold it together, the overwhelming feelings of pleasure, guilt and shame washing over you and culminating in a waterfall of tears pouring from your eyes.

“I— I’m really sorry Taesan… for being a creep and moaning for you in the school bathrooms. I feel so ashamed and I understand if you think I’m weird and gross. I can leave, I—“

He leans over you, shushing you by placing his finger over your mouth.

“Shh, no need to cry pretty, I’m not going anywhere, and I don’t want you to go anywhere.”

He looks at you, wiping the never-ending tears off your face.

“It’s really okay, I’m kinda perverted myself for liking it and walking in on you if you think about it.”

He laughs, making you feel a little better as you start to smile with him. He gives you a kiss on the forehead, grabbing tissues to help clean you up.

“And I’m sorry about the skirt, I can wash it if you’d like.”

You wince at his touch, but let him clean you as you sit up. Once the both of you are fully cleaned off, he stands you up, giving you a hug, much to your confusion.

“I don’t really know you Y/N, but this was the best sex I’ve had with a stranger.”

You relax into his touch, hugging him back.

“Thank you? I guess I can say the same, I’ve never had sex with a stranger before.”

He laughs at your honesty, pulling away and smiling down at you.

“We should hang out again, like this or just as friends. I mean, perverts should hang out with other perverts, right?”

And you slap his chest, still embarrassed about the whole situation.

“I’m not sleeping with you again.”

You tease, but you both know this isn’t the last you’re going to be seeing of each other.

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Zoo wee mama

I did not expect to add this much crying and degradation but, oops? (take a shot every time the words 'embarrassed,' 'shame,' or its variants are used) this was longer than the original post but I will be thinking about this for the rest of the night, thank you

[eggsyfired]

Sotr spoilers!!

Some people call it pointless fan service, but I absolutely LOVE that they included Effie in SOTR becausevIt completely changes how I saw her and Haymitch's relationship.

It has mostly to do with Effie being older than Haymitch. She's the older sister of one of the university students, so she's already an adult by then. Around 22-25 years old in my headcanons. Then I saw how well she treated Haymitch, with how she looked out for him during the after game parties and the Victory Tour, and I immediately started seeing her as Haymitch's older sister figure or guardian to him lmao.

On Haymitch's side, there would also be a lot of resentment. With Effie being a Capitolite completely brainwashed by propaganda and all. But he also knew Effie wasn't evil, even if she took part in the system that fucked his life up. Not to mention how she always came back to look out for him, no matter what. He just kinda,,, accepted her existence as a weird paradoxical guardian. Not like he wanted to take any chances with other escorts, considering how Drusilla was like. He does warm up to her too, because he literally saved Effie from getting murdered by the Capitol or the rebels. Thankful for putting up with his bullshit.

They continue a similar dynamic for most of their relationship, but not without a lot of bumps. Effie would've done her best to encourage Haymitch to pick himself back up, but at some point I can see Effie having that "pull yourself up your bootstraps" mentality, so she'd hate Haymitch being being such a bum. But she grew to just pitying him instead. Maybe because the escorting job is starting on wear on her too, even if Effie wont admit it. He's just a poor, lonely kid who lost his way. So she begrudgingly looked out for him throughout their 25 years. Not exactly babysitting him, because he was a grown ass man who should be taking care of himself. Just making sure Haymitch didn't die or something.

Yeah, I know, its probably just fanfic-y wishful thinking, but shh let me be delusional. Thats just how I see it. Idk I just I love this platonic version of Hayffie much more than the popular romantic kind of Hayffie with Haymitch being the older one, though I still like that one. Idk, its more meaningful to me. My aroace ass will pick dysfunctional found family over romance any day.

I'm also happy that Hayffie FINALLY beat the "neither of them care about each other" allegations. Hayffie shippers bringing home the W for this one.

[snarkythewoecrow]

so having more thoughts about tommy and how what he'd said about having the "competition gone" might have been intended to mean something totally different than the way buck took it

think about it, before buck and tommy became friends, back when eddie and tommy were hanging out, we know that chris talked about buck all the time (and likely so did eddie) and we know that eddie is probably straight (and buck has now made fairly clear that he doesn't harbor feelings or attraction for Eddie in a romantic/sexual way)

but we also know from years of watching, that meaning to or not, eddie has used buck like a crutch in place of a reliable partner, filling those spots left by shannon, buck becoming this sort of anchor for eddie on his first shift at that station, going from enemies to BFFs in like 2.2seconds

what i'm saying is, buck became this steady force that would give and give and give some more just for the chance to be someone's friend, someone important, to prove himself, eddie gave him a place to do that, chris and eddie gave him family

so in some ways, they've needed each other like that, and I'm not sure that either of them have noticed this, though now that might be changing, as there is nothing wrong with being friends that care and support each other, but also, I think they have possibly been using each other as a crutch, and back to my point about tommy, I think this is what he was referring to when he mentioned the competition being gone when referencing Eddie in texas

all these dudes are a bit fucked, baggage all around, but I think tommy might not have had some of the best experiences growing up and throughout adulthood at times, and is it possible that when he sees this intense co-dependent friendship eddie and buck share, that he's actually feeling a bit a scared and insecure? idk but i think he could be

I mean, giving your heart to anyone is a risk, but a bit more nerve-racking for sure when it's to someone that seems to be holding their best friend in a higher position than you, a top position that it doesn't seem like they have any intention from your perspective of moving them down from

so I could see tommy being a bit worried cuz what if when the all the cards are put on the table, his hand doesn't hold up against what buck has for his friendship with eddie, that tommy would fall short and unless eddie were out of the picture (texas) he didn't think he stood a chance