#its ignorable when it's treated as a rare joke but i feel like i don't remember the last gig we went to together where we didn't spend ages

[carrotpiss]

Gnashing at the bars of my cage because Ive slightly fallen for someone I shouldn'tve once again and there is no cure or hope

[raineydays411]

My Father's Daughter

Part 9

Summary: You've been at the Wayne Manor for over a month.

In some weird way you understand Christine.

You understand why she tries so hard to spend time with you while you're in her home. Why she begs for you to get off of your phone and cook with her. You get why she tries to make the other kids be nice to you. Scolds them harshly when they make snide comments underneath their breath about you.

Truly, you do.

You just...genuinely don't give a shit.

You don't care that she feels bad that she abandoned you for a completely other family and you don't care that she feels like she's losing time to create a bond with you.

You did not care.

Really, you didn't.

"Um,kid... you know I love you but I'm really not that kind of doctor" Bruce Banner said awkwardly over facetime.

You sigh. "Yeah I know B. You were just the first one to pick up the phone."

"Ouch." Banner laughed, " you know, you really are your fathers child."

You smile, one of the rare times you actually did nowadays. " How is the old man?"

You haven't been able to call him since he was paranoid whoever wants you would track your phone calls and find out where you are.

"Your father is even more annoying now without you than he ever has been in my entirety of knowing him" Banner deadpans, " He misses you a lot kiddo, we all do."

You smile sadly, missing your family.

It was hard, seeing these people you barely knew, with a mother you barely knew, stuck in a house you barely knew.

And the fact that they feel like a family. They argue and play jokes on each other. They eat with each other every afternoon ( Bat activities at night), Bruce kisses Christine goodbye when he goes to work. It was so domestic in its weird little ways.

But you didn't fit in.

They laughing and the jokes stopped whenever you walked into the room. The conversations were stale.

It was depressing.

It's not like they ignored you, oh no. That would've been preferable.

No half of them trip over their feet to try and include you in whatever they're doing.

Dick will turn blue chatting your ear off about whatever he thinks will get you to open up to him and Christine?

She will bend over backwards, frontwards, and sideways just to get you to acknowledge she gave birth to you. Every night she comes into your room and tries to talk to you about your life. And every question is met with a dull answer

"So any boys that catch your interest here?" " I don't know, I can't leave the premises"

"Were you in any sports? You look like you'd be a cheerleader like your momma!" " I was in mathletes and debate like Pepper"

"You really are beautiful my baby" "Thanks, everyone says I look like my dad"

It really was a struggle to get you to open up. Almost everyone at the manor had a hard time even starting a conversation with you.

Everyone except of course Alfred and surprisingly Jason Todd.

Alfred won you over as soon as you moved in. He vouched for you when you needed time alone and brings you snacks>

Jason is a whole different story.

See, the reason why it's so hard for everyone to talk to you is because they all refuse to acknowledge the elephant in the room. They're treating you like you were some other orphan Annie they decided to adopt and you just have no family waiting and missing you.

Jason doesn't.

In fact, it was him who caught you trying to sneak out of the mansion the first week you were there. Instead of scolding you or telling on you, he took you out.

"A cap and sunglasses? Kid, that's not a disguise."

"What do you mean?"

He took you to a diner he frequents, a tour of the rooftops to avoid people, and to the safe house he took over from Bruce.

"Tell me about your life." He demands, not asks.

You smile and tell him about it. Your life growing up with the Avengers, school and what major you're going for, that brief fling you had with Pietro before you had to move to Gotham.

It was nice. To be with someone that didn't want to change you. He didn't try to force you into forgiveness and let you vent. He even gave some pretty sound advice.

"You know, at some point you are going to forgive her." He says ignoring your indignant stare, " You don't gotta be bestfriends with her or anything, but that anger is going to either slowly consume you or slowly go way. And believe me, you want it to slowly go way."

And he was right in some ways. The longer you're there, the less anger there is and the more hurt replaces it. It festers inside you like some disease. The symptoms slowly leaking out every time one of them calls her mom.

Every night she comes into your room and tries to pry into your life as if she didn't voluntarily leave it, you feel it.

Everytime you see her brush Cassandra's hair out of her eyes, or kiss damian on the forehead. It's the gentle way she smiles whenever she sees Tim hyperfocused on mission reports, and the way she gets so excited whenever Dick or Jason walk through the front door. Hugging them and chiding them for not visiting more.

It hurts you that they truly are a family.

And after a while, it gets hard for you to try and say that you truly didn't give a shit.

Because honestly, you did

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[anthonys237thfreckle]

‘Let You Break My Heart Again’ - Javier ‘Javi’ x Kate Carter & F! reader (angst songfic)

I WAS LISTENING TO LAUFEY ON REPEAT AND REMINDED OF MY HIGH SCHOOL LOVE TRIANGLE SO WHY NOT WRITE A FIC ABOUT IT!!! HERE YOU GO!

part two

prompt: your heart belonged to javi, but his belonged to kate.

TW: unrequited love, angst, crying, swearing, mentions of death, suicidal thoughts (happens thrice), loss of appetite more than once, breakdowns, mention of throwing up.

Feeling kind of sick tonight

All I've had is coffee and leftover pie..

Today was just the worst. Shitty day at work, your in-charge was being a sweetheart to everyone except you, it’s like the whole world was playing a cruel joke on you today.

With no will to eat, you mindlessly looked in your fridge, the cool air and cool glow hitting your skin. Your eyes skimmed through something to hopefully make your feel better, and your eyes landed on a small glass Tupperware.

Peach cobbler pie.

You sighed, taking it out of the fridge and setting it on the counter, brewing some black coffee. The paperwork you had been procrastinating on started to pile up, and you had some weather reports due tomorrow. You needed the bitter drug, the pie there to balance the taste with its tender sweetness.

You were tender once; you were sweet once…

It’s no wonder why…

Life became hard and bitter once you moved away.

Well, did you have a reason to stay?

After that EF5, after holding onto Kate in that underpass for dear life, making sure she didn’t get sucked into that twister, Javi found you two and called the cops to help you both out.

Thing is, you always knew Javi had a thing for Kate. Even when she was dating Jeb, you saw the way he looked at her, the same way you’d look at him. And Kate didn’t ignore those looks of his, nor did she not notice them…

Ooh, still you take up all my mind…

You almost confided in Addy or Praveen about your feelings. You loved Javier. Ever since you both got super close in college. Ever since he’d always treat you like a good friend would. You ran on this high, you chased to be in his line of sight, craved his attention… You were soft, you were tender, you were sweet. You wanted to be it all, for him.

I don't even think that you care like I do

You were known as the ‘ray of sunshine’ or the ‘sweetheart’ in your friend group because you were just so nice. Mostly in the hopes of wooing Javier whenever you could. Make him think what it would be like to date you. Part of you loved to see his smile, loved the ‘thank you’s he’d give you, collecting them like shiny rocks. You usually found them on your morning walks, giving one to Javi whenever you thought he’d like them. But he just put them in his bag and forgot about them a few days later.

I should stop, heaven knows I've tried…

Days in college were spent fantasizing about him; about the way his arms would feel around you. He rarely hugged you. 3 times, to be exact - on his birthday, the day you both passed your finals, and when he found you were okay after the EF5. You couldn’t help but want to call him, text him, but what would you say?

And if he really wanted to talk to you, why didn’t he already? It’s been 5 years since you both have exchanged a word. 5 years since you two have seen each other’s faces. you had changed since college, no doubt. your hair was different; layered. Your style changed a little bit too, you wore makeup to work, in the hopes of being treated differently. You looked prettier with makeup on, anyways. Just a little highlighter, mascara, blush… nothing too overboard. Part of you dolled yourself up in the hopes of running into Javi in the streets somehow.

‘I should stop’ you thought to yourself as you got ready one day for work. You stared at your reflection, not knowing what you were looking for. Sighing, you finished up your makeup, surrendering to beautification, heading off to work.

“Someone’s here for you in the conference room” a co-worker told you. You gave them a confused look, walking to the conference room, to meet a familiar mop of curly hair - a lot shorter now, and the man you loved in a suit. Javier Rivera.

Of course he convinced you to come back to chasing storms. Of course he said it’ll be almost like the old times. Of course Kate was coming too.

You wanted to say no, you wanted to say you couldn’t, but he came all the way to look for you; once tender and sweet. The prospect of someone looking for you was something you dreamed of since you were an angsty teen. The prospect of someone caring about you enough to come back…

At least you tried to decline.

One day, I will stop falling in love with you

Some day, someone will like me like I like you…

The drive to Oklahoma was meant to be awkward. It meant to be tense. It meant to be hard on Javi. To make him feel bad. For you to act all pouty and mean just because you could. Just so you could if not tell, show him how hurt you were when he just disappeared.

But when he started to smile, crack jokes, retell stories, you couldn’t help but be nice in return. The rushing feelings came back, and for a moment, you forgot about Kate. You forgot about life being bitter and hard. All you remembered was being sweet and tender, because with Javi, it was familiar. It was natural. It felt like home.

Every soft look from Javi made you fall harder for him. To be treated like he once did to you. Friends. Best friends.

You both drove to Oklahoma, which wasn’t too far exactly, and he offered if you wanted to go out for dinner with him and Kate.

You wanted to be hard and bitter again.

As you and Javi went into a local diner near a motel, you both saw Kate sitting in a booth, waving to you. Or so you thought - she was looking Javi in the eye, who had a grin on his face. He sat in the booth with Kate, opposite to you. They both smiled at each other, and you wanted to be swallowed by the same EF5 your friends left in, because maybe, just maybe, Javi would have cared more about you if you were dead.

Until then, I'll drink my coffee, eat my pie

Pretend that we are more than friends…

“… just some coffee and peach cobbler pie, please” you flashed the waiter a warm, tired smile. You didn’t look at Javi or Kate, rather traced the wooden table, stared out the window, faked a yawn, bounced your leg.. of course they didn’t say anything to you. They had their little side conversation.

As your face was turned a 90 degree angle from the two, from the corner of your eye, you saw Kate squeeze Javi’s bicep. You downed a mouthful of coffee, coughing after. Javi handed you a tissue, not sparing you a glance as he laughed at something Kate said.

Suddenly you have no appetite.

Then, of course, I'll let you break my heart again

You put your head down on the table, Kate glanced at the mop of hair on the table

“Hey, you doin’ okay?” she asked softly, Javi looked at you for the first time during dinner.

“Do you feel sick?” He asked brows knitting in concern.

You shot up, rubbing your eyes. “Yeah, this coffee made me feel sick.” Javi looked at your basically untouched pie, but empty cup of coffee, and back into your rosy eyes.

“Get some rest, yeah?” Kate suggested. Javi nodded. You sighed.

“Yeah, okay. Goodnight, you two” you rubbed your face, giving them a small wave. They both smiled softly, waving back.

As you reached the exit, you looked over your shoulder as much as you didn’t want to, and saw the two smiling and laughing again.

With a heavy heart, you checked into your motel, took a sip of water to calm your body down, and with one glance in the mirror, you broke down; crying yourself to sleep, with tears staining your face and your pillows, the land of rest took you in for the night.

I'm just tryna understand what I am to you

More than songs, we've exchanged

Midnight calls, sunset views

Over the next few days, you spent them chasing with Storm Par. Of couse Javi went with Kate. She had more genius than you did, apparently, even though you two were both equally smart.

Javi talked to you that morning, his charming grin greeting you along with the early morning sun.

“Dandy weather, yeah?” he nudged you, trying to get you to cheer up. You rewarded his efforts with a small, half hearted smile.

You both had a pretty genuine chat, just like in college, until Kate joined you two. Then again, you were invisible. And the tension between the two was as strong as a supercell. You were obviously hurt, because your time in college was so much… richer. Late at night after curfew, you two would sneak out because you two were the only ones up for that kinda stuff. You’d go to the roof, stay up there talking all night then watch the sunrise together. Now, the only one he orbited was Kate, Kate, Kate.

Then, it was time to chase.

You paired up with Scott instead, being a little emotionless that day, and gave him a respectful nod of acknowledgement. The chase was silent apart from the orders coming from the radio. No conversation was initiated - you didn’t wanna have another breakdown.

For the first chase, which failed because Kate had a PTSD attack, you saw Javi comfort her after they got back to the motel; The sky was now dark, every storm chaser had a bonfire up, the atmosphere was enough to heal Kate alone, but of course, Javi was there for her too.

Your heart clenched. You remembered how hard you cried last night, almost suffocating against the sheets many times. The room was dull, taunting, and the only thing who could have helped you in that moment was Javi. But why would he see your pain and not Kate’s first?

You all gathered around the bonfire - the Storm Par crew, some other group called the Tornado Wranglers, some local chasers and what not. You saw the tall, orange fire. It looked inviting. Your breathing stilled, your body relaxed, your mind wandered.

You were disassociating, looking at everything from the 3rd person POV, the chasers in a circle around the fire, Kate and Javi next to each other a few seats away from you, talking like normal. You kept saying Javi’s name, yelling it, screaming it, but no matter what you did, he didn’t even spare you a glance. So you looked behind, turning around, and saw the fire. Without a second glance at him, without thinking, you walked into the warm, welcoming flames, feeling it consume you, swallow you whole-

At the sound of everyone toasting to more twisters, you snapped out of your little morbid daydream. Looking over at Javi and Kate, you saw her leaning against his side, his arm around her waist, smiles on their faces. Kate whispered something into Javi’s ear, and he looked down at her with a grin. She cupped his cheek, your eyes stung, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a soft, romantic, kiss.

Promise I don't mean to cry

But I get overwhelmed and confused

If only you knew what I felt like

Your eyes stung, your bile rose in your throat, your lungs felt like they were collapsing and you wanted nothing more than to be disoriented, sedated, dead.

Breathing hard, you fled for the fields. Knocking over one of Javi’s beer bottles by accident, you speed walked, then ran to the backside of the motel, where there was a patch of grass. The surroundings were dark, the crickets seemed to taunt you, and your head was spinning. You needed more air than you could take in, your head had a dull, throbbing pain in it, you wanted to throw up, purge those feelings onto the soft grass.

You cried, covering your face and cried. Hard. Your whole body was stiff.

He kissed her

He kissed her. Oh he kissed her, he kissed her, he kissed her.

You didn’t even hear the footsteps behind you. You didn’t even register Javi running after you to check in on you.

“God damnit, are you okay? What’s wrong?!” He panicked, not touching you, though he knew you loved physical touch.

Why would he, anyway? He had a girlfriend-

Kate Carter.

“Leave… me a-alone” you wheezed, hiding your face, curling into a ball onto the dirt.

“Please” you begged, “I-I can’t be down here, I need to go ho-home” you cried “it- it’s a family emergency.” you lied through your teeth. Of course he wouldn’t question it. He didn’t care enough to even look at you. Why would he question a pretty good reason?

Javi looked at you, his face concerned. He nodded.

“I- Okay, alright. Take care, (Y/N)” he said softly. Genuinely.

It took all your willpower not to launch yourself into his arms. But the thought that Kate had been in them more often than you did sickened you.

One day, I will stop falling in love with you

Some day, someone will like me like I like you

So you ran through the fields, ran until your lungs burned, until you were going to faint, running on nothing but peach cobbler pie and coffee since almost 24 hours ago.

Your legs gave out, and your hands embraced the ground below, seeking comfort from Mother Nature which nobody could give you. Your body was folded and like a wounded animal, you let out guttural, gut wrenching sobs. You wanted to unsee it, to pour Javi’s beer over your eyes, to gouge them out for their sockets.

“Make it stop” you sobbed, choking on your saliva. “Please, make it stop” you prayed to the heavens above and the spirits below. You needed this to stop. The pain, the jealousy, the love to stop.

You fell asleep there in the field, Your breathing ragged, yet eventually even. You mumbled, whimpered, cried in your sleep. Seeing Javi kiss Kate. Seeing Javi hug Kate. Seeing Javi move in with Kate. Seeing Javi say ‘I love you’ to Kate, and Kate saying ‘I love you’ back. It was all Javi and Kate, Javi and Kate, Javi and Kate…

It wasn’t until one of the Wranglers found you that you woke up.

“Hey, it’s the girl from Storm Par!” The blonde man said to himself. You stirred, groaning.

“Tyler Owens?” you blinked your eyes open, he offered you a hand, which you ignored and got up.

“What’re you doin’ out here in the fields?” He asked, chewing some wheat between his teeth.

You hesitated. “Long story, but if you can drive me to the train station, I think we have enough time to go over it.” you asked with a pleading look. “Please, Tyler, one favour”

Tyler sighed, giving up “Sure. That’s what friends are for”. You smiled, thanking him.

Then you both disappeared off to the train station at 6:35 in the morning, where Tyler was so kind to lend you a ride. You went over the whole story, since college to now. 5 years worth of internalized drama, not sparing a single detail; He nodded along, gave his animated reactions, gave his input and advice where necessary. And soon enough, you were at the train station.

“Thanks for the ride, Tyler.” you thanked again, genuinely “and dont tell anyone about this” you said seriously, referring to the situation you described.

“Scout’s honour” He gave you his flashy smile “Take care out there, cowgirl” he chuckled. You nodded and smiled, grabbing your bag.

“You too”

Until then, I'll drink my coffee, eat my pie

Pretend that we are more than friends

Then, of course, I'll let you break my heart again

Back at home, you delved back into work, relieved to be away from the new couple. Life was bitter and hard, accompanied by your peach cobbler pie; you never really got over Javi and Kate, you just tried forgetting about them. Whenever you read a romance book or watched some rom-com, you imagined the couples to be you and Javi. Sometimes, you’d dream of you and Javi together, as a couple.

But as you dreamed of this, a few states away, Kate was living your wished reality.

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[sinning-23]

What The F*ck is Al Dente (Carmen Berzatto x Reader)

Carmen Berzatto x Reader

Kinktober

Promt/Warmings: cockwarming (if you squint) + creampie with carmyyyyy, hella domestic, hella intimate, smut but soft. swearing, p in v, light teasing

This is obviously an nsfw, considering its a kinktober based prompt. 18+ Minors skidaddel.

Now, you were no stranger to cooking or food or anything in general. Just..it pissed you off when Carmen insisted on using these fancy ass terms to describe the most basic shit when cooking. And it was never to be a dick or some pretentious fuck who knows everything about cooking as totally worked at one of the most famous and well-known restaurants in the world. It was just that most of it was seared into his brain and was just…what he was accustomed to using. 

So when he insisted your pasta be ‘al fuckin dente’ You only stared at him.

Rage flashing behind your eyes. 

“I know how to cook fucking pasta Carm. I'm not an idiot. But what the fuck is an alt dene.”

“Al Dente” he corrects, hands placed on his hips as he looks at you with those stupid, perfect, puppy dog eyes. As if he did know he just unleashed a rage within you. 

“Don't fucking correct me bear.” You scoff, stirring the pasta and continuing to chop vegetables for the salad.

“Yeah alright. Do you really not know what that means?” He questions, eyes still wide as he approaches you, watching how focused you are on not only ignoring him but making sure the water doesnt boil over.

“No…can you drop it.” You huff, seeing him for that stupid smile and chuckle a bitt. His arms wrap around your waist and he presses soft kisses to your shoulders.

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Its not long before you're both sitting at the rickety table, chairs scooting against the wood floors as you take a bite of your damn perfect alfredo. Though Carmy insisted on making meals, he let you take over tonight considering the restaurant was incredibly taxing today. 

He takes a bite, stopping to speak mid-chew.

“So you do know what it means” he smiles, looking up at you from under his lashes. 

“If you wanted the pasta a lil hard just say that next time!” you groan, sipping your wine qwith an eyeroll. 

You cant help buch chuckle, your more childish side getting thebest of you. 

“Whats so funny?” Carmy asks, smile growing when you smile. He loves seeing his girl happy. 

You don't respond but he soon begins to shake his head at the innuendo. 

“Oh you're childish” He chuckles, taking another bite. 

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Nights like these were enjoyable, dinner was put away, and the dishes were finished (not to mention the treat you got to observe being Carmen's arms flexing in his wife beater white he scrubbed). All that was left was to snuggle close and maybe try to initiate some touchy-feely time considering it had been a while.

You and Carmy's sex life wasn't dull, but it was rare that you two had a chance to get intimate since you were both always busy! But then again, you didn't feel the need to HAVE to have sex all the time. Just being close to each other and being wrapped around in more of a twisty, sleep-deprived pretzel was fun enough.

However, tonight, your mind was running a bit wild. In fact, ever since you snickered at the 'a lil hard' joke at the table, that's been all you can think about... the way he kissed your shoulders while you were cooking, and the way he looked from under his lashed at you...and especially when he looked so damn fine washing dishes.

Who knew it took so little to get your mind and body this...worked up! At times like these, Carmy somewhat fails to read the room. He's gotten significantly better over the last 3 years, so maybe he could sense how your hips wiggled to meet his and perhaps slide the tip in for you. Even just a little friction would be excellent.

"You okay? Squirmin' a lot." He notes, large hands firm at your waist. Bingo, you can practically hear the smirk on his face.

"Yeah, just miss you, is all." You state vaguely, breath catching in your throat when his hand trails under your nightgown to palm your chest, pulling you against him.

Ohhh, you could really feel it now, he's practically poking you through the sweats. He hums, pressing kisses to your neck. God, you love how comfortable he's gotten around you, how well he's gotten to know your body, your wants, your needs.

But damn it, if he doesn't use his knowledge to tease you into oblivion. There's a pause, and Carmy moves his free hand to slip lower under your nightgown, the calloused pads of his fingertips making your stomach turn. You can't help but squeeze your legs together, but he's quick to spread them apart just as gently as he had lifted the pajama fabric. Always so gentle. Mostly for his own good because as much as he didn't want to break you, he could just as quickly send himself into a frenzy over you.

"Let me feel you," He breathes out, lips pressing sweetly against your neck as you hear and feel him shuffle a bit and position the tip of his length just enough to slide over your wetness.

You're both tired, a mix of exhaustion and lust flooding your senses. This was perfect. Knowing the feeling all too well, it was almost without a doubt tonight would be one of your more slow-paced sessions. He's got his hand pressed on your lower stomach now, the pressure making you gasp when he finally sides into you, the squelch making him huff out in amusement.

"F-Fuck, what's got you so worked up right now?" He groans, sleepily sliding in and out of you, the feeling making you burry into the pillow and push back against him in rhythm.

"I-I don't know, I think it was how you were so close to earlier when you corrected me about the pasta- and how- fuck...how pretty you looked doing the dishes." You admit, to which he gives a light chuckle, wrapping his much larger hand around your throat from behind; his pace is picking up slowly but surely, and it's getting harder and harder for you to keep your impending orgasm at bay.

"That's what did it for you, honey?" He groans, pressing kisses all over your shoulder and neck, trying not to move too fast to lose the feeling of sleepiness. He can't help it though, the way you're sucking him in is too much to handle.

"Shit, Carm right there, so so close." You whine, trying to meet the snap of his hips to push him further inside.

Fuck it, you'd both be more than exhausted after this, so why not use this last burst of energy to the fullest.

"Need it harder." You groan, rolling only slightly so you're on your stomach, pushing a pillow under you. The t-shirt is sticking to his body now from the buildup of heat. You whine at the feeling of emptiness when he moves to reposition himself but are met with a sharp gasp when he picks up right where he left off, the sound of your back meeting his front echoing in the small apartment.

"Fuck, sweetheart, angle your hips just like that." He coaches as you put more of an arch in your back, moaning loudly at the feeling of him inside. What really does it is when he places his hand over your own, fingers interlocking as he rests his chest on your back, purring his face into your neck.

There's a moment of silence, filled with you and his whimpers when he finishes inside; the warmth and slight pause make you weak. He swears under his breath and holds your hand a bit tighter.

"Sorry, I should have asked first." He huffs, not moving much at first, like he'd rather stay buried deep in your heat than anything else.

"We can stay like this if you want Carm, I prefer being filled anyway." You hum, pressing a satisfied kiss to his lips.

Yes, nights like these were quite enjoyable, primarily when they stemmed from Carmy and his stupid fancy food lingo.

[my-mt-heart]

I totally understand if you don't feel up to speculating on this ask given the showrunner's opening his mouth and inserting his entire leg in his latest interview. I mean that level of ineptitude on show promotion verges on malicious compliance. Anyway my ask is: In the scenario if the nun dies, how would Daryl justify abandoning Laurent whom I'm sure he would feel obligated to protect? I know I'm jumping to conclusions based on season 3 speculation that it's just Daryl and Carol riding off on the bike and not even knowing how season 2 ends. I just don't understand how Daryl would leave him in the care of others given the nun's emotional manipulation of Daryl throughout season 1. Could it be a retread of Dead City Hershel's abduction story? And Daryl and Caryl go in search of him? I honestly wouldn't put it past them to be that uncreative.

I appreciate your ask, anon, and I promise, I'm not ignoring it. The truth is, I don't know how to speculate on anything related to Zabel's storytelling. If I had to, I would guess Laurent makes the decision on his own to stay, but that's applying logic and emotional intelligence that Zabel rarely seems capable of. That, and he assumes it's okay to treat his audience like we're stupid. If Cherokee roses grow in Maine and Daryl "most loyal character on TWD" Dixon can develop a "deep" attachment to characters he's only known for a few months and a relationship based on manipulation is "mature" and Caryl can think they're in the U.S. when they actually landed in Spain like some reverse Christopher Columbus shit, then maybe it also makes sense for Caryl to use Laurent as shark bait. Who the fuck knows. See what I mean? How do I begin to analyze and reflect on what amounts to some really sick joke? That's what Zabel's doing, he's turning these wonderful characters who deserve nothing less than brilliant writing into a joke.

On another note, I know a lot of people are speaking up about this larger issue on multiple platforms, which is the only way to encourage the change we want (just like getting Melissa back initially). In case anyone is frustrated by AMC's silence or attempts at a distraction, the very first thing they're going to do is wait and see if this will blow over on its own, so stay active. Keep sharing your concerns. There's a misogynistic aspect to this as well, which I'll get into later.

I'm sorry to everyone who is feeling hurt by Zabel's arrogant and tone deaf comments. Everyone who matters to this show from Caryl to McReedus to their fans deserve far better from someone who gets to call themselves their showrunner.

[cherrytea556]

Look, i rarely read fan fiction but from what i seen, they call shows like helluva fan fiction because of the set ups and its overall identity crisis. What i mean by this is that helluva has a lot of set ups that either don't pay off or are forgotten by the next episode as well as the shows purpose being all over the place.

An example of the set ups not paying off is the agents from truth seekers. In that episode, we see them interrogate the demons along with containing real footage of them that could've been released to the public already, potentially causing trouble to the i.m.p business and the characters themselves. Now, you think this wouldve been an important set up to expand upon and possibly create a well written pay off for a finale or something like that. No, the characters never mention it again and when they are in the real world again (Seeing stars and Unhappy campers), its never mentioned either. Now you could argue that unhappy campers had moxxie and millie in disguises for people not to spot them like the agents but the thing is....not exactly? That's only from theory, not an actual confirmation of this since its never mentioned there or previously. A set up is suppose to expand within its characters and world in order to create stakes and make us care about the characters and their struggles with this set up, how are we suppose to believe they care about the agents potentially exposing them when they never brought it up again with the agents now just being ignored like one note characters which would be fine (like the murder family from episode 1) if it didnt set up a potentially interesting conflict that would make sense for helluva boss and just do nothing with it.

An example of the set ups being forgotten about even if it presumably payed off is blitzo and moxxie. In the same episode of truth seekers, they open up about their feelings and struggles and blitzo in the end promises to be a better friend. But after this, we never see blitzo treat moxxie any better than previously, its just back to status quo like nothing ever happened. When your setting up characters to develop as a payoff, you have to keep it consistent to show that the character changed, to show that the payoff mattered. But when you pay off the set up yet proceed to revert it back to status quo, your showing that the payoff was pointless because why even add this plotline if the character learnt nothing from it?

And with its identity struggle, helluva isnt sure of what it wants to be. The biggest examples that come to this are exs and oohs and western's energy

Exs and oohs main problem is the balance of seriousness with comedy. One scene is of moxxie crying his eyes out while the next is of him having to hear moaning noises from his boss and ex shagging the shed. One scene is of a goofy ass song of chaz craving sex from moxxie as the next is of moxxie crying his eyes out before another tonal whiplash strikes.

Western energy also has this problem as well like stolas repeating sex jokes 3 times during the scene where striker threatens him of harming him and his family along with stella acting like a saturday morning villain tbh. Like I dont need stella to be likable, I just need her to be interesting and more expanded upon than an angry bitch. The show never even gives us a reason either and again, any explanation from the character is theoretical from what we've already seen from her which isnt that much because they arent expanding her character which itself is tonally a mess since the whole shows shtick is to expand upon demon characters as complex as human beings. It cant decide whether it wants to be a serious character driven story (with serious plotlines, character arcs, character expansions, stakes etc) or a dark comedy like the beginning (one note villains, villains/antagonists we never see again, comedy at supposed serious moments, the status quo etc) and it leaves the show to feel like a tangled mess wrapped up on what it wants to be.

These i believe are why people call it fanfiction from how those problems might typically come from that sort of place. You can argue that it shouldn't be the right term to use when describing problems like those or that those arguments aren't valid but insinuating people calling your show fanfiction is because of homophobia is kinda nonsense to me especially when i argue its more of the term 'woke' that makes more sense for insinuating homophobia than 'fanfic' because whenever a queer character is in a show or a show has somewhat queer themes, alt right content creators, news and the media would often paint it as 'woke', portraying it as propaganda/indoctrination just because of queerness existing in that media.

I am also saying this as a queer woman myself (aromantic), calling people thinking queer shows like helluva are 'fanfic' is thinly veiled homophobia isnt the gotcha moment you think it is either. It's just disingenuous and makes you even more stubborn/hostile towards criticism.

[quincyhorst]

DRAGON FIVE: Heo Ji-Nan

Since its the Year of the Dragon, wouldn't you guys mind if I post about the Fire Dragon bench? They're my side hyperfixation that I love writing about every so often 🥺

Also yes, I specify bench because I don't care much about the main team for now. At least outside of their dynamics with the benchers that is-

First we have Ji-Nan, the reserve keeper. He's so cute ;____;

His profile implies that he lives in Seoul despite being from the south, so I like to interpret that his family moved there at some point of his life.

Typical story of a parent managing to gain a better place to live at thanks to their job; the usual. While most of the family was ok with the moving, Ji-Nan does get homesick at times, specially of the warmer temperatures. His original home are the Jeju Islands, by the way.

Because of the sudden change of location, Ji-Nan still has it hard to get used to living in the big city overall. At least joining his school's soccer club helped him make some friendships, I guess.

So, about his issues with the cold, here's a cruel fact: Ji-Nan has cold intolerance, which makes enduring the Seoul winters even worse. To cope with them he tends to put on puffy jackets, scarfs, gloves, and tons of layers of clothing. Otherwise expect him to catch him a cold very quickly…

The little hat he wears is just something he bought in hopes to warm himself up.

He has an older brother, but that gets constantly on his nerves because of his mischievous and unneeded comments towards him. When Ji-Nan practices soccer, he likes to act as a striker, and he will celebrate intensely every goal he makes against his brother.

...Though, Ji's very hot-headed overall. He doesn't take jokes very lightly, and he gets pissed off easily. I don't see him as violent when he's angry, closest thing is that he's quite petty and tends to complain about others in secret. Soccer and goalkeeping are also ways he lets his fury out without hurting others, supposedly.

Though in very rare occassions, Ji-Nan CAN actually try and fight someone no matter the size.

I like the idea of Ji-Nan using Dai Bakuhatsu Harite a very different way than the one seen animated: While the main keeper uses many but enough hits to stop the ball, the reserve often hits the ball way too much and with too fast, causing it to be slightly burned after the final explosion. This is an unwanted side-effect that's caused by a badly performed move.

His relationship with main keeper Jo Jung-Soo is okay, given there isn't an actual rivarly; and even JS himself sees potential on Ji-Nan. Unfortunately, he is very aware that the reserve keeper often puts too many of his negative emotions into his moves; which isn't neccesarily a bad thing but such intense things create the side-effects we mentioned earlier. So Jung-Soo always keeps an eye on him, and steps in is Ji-Nan is being his usual salty self.

"Don't let your fire get too intense, it will damage your playing style".

JN unfortunately doesn't have the best reaction to this, feeling often misunderstood. But at least later on the FFI he realizes healthier ways to express his negative feelings while also finding peace of mind. He probably got onto meditation or something

Because of the bad relationship with his older brother, te tends to become attached to pretty much every single older boy that treats him better. Jung-soo? The coach? The other benchers? You name it. Please ignore the fact that 3/4 of the bench aren't great people, the bar is just that low for him.

Though, Hwan Woo-Myang having a similar personality to his brother -always teasing Ji-Nan and his skills- can cause some tension between the two. Even if he's just being mischievous, this still is able to open the worst side of the little keeper, straight up talking shit behind him at any chance.

...For something more positive at least, time did make both boys mature a bit; removing Ji-Nan's petiness and making Woo-Myang a bit more considerate for others. After a re-encounter as adults the two surprisingly bonded well this time around, and they soon became good friends. Nowadays every weekend Woo-Myang likes to take Ji-Nan to eat and/or sing together. They always are having fun!

Speaking of the future, after the FFI Ji-Nan was the only FD bencher that kept playing football. Despite everything he never gave up and kept training, and soon enough after perfecting his skills enough he was given a spot on a professional Seoul team.

Another thing that contributed to his rising fame was his bond with Jung-Soo, given that they were in pretty good terms and often tried to train together. Nonetheless, Ji-Nan prefers to go his own way, even as to wishing to soon play internationally unlike the main keeper (Who'd rather stay on Korea as to keep improving local football).

Last thing, but a huge issue that did held back Ji-Nan during his early football days was his height. After all, with the current best korean keeper being huge, why would anyone place their trust on a tiny one? To compensate that, he trains very hard almost daily, following a rough excersice routine crafted from trial and error. At least once his daily effort is done, he loves to eat a huge bowl of fresh fruit.

(And yeah, don't expect him to get any despective comment about his height very positively).

[noblechaton]

now that I've more definitively finished series 5 I can comfortably say that it was probably my least favorite run of the revival to this point lmao. at the very best it's on part with series 3 - the weakest of the RTD era - while at its worst it's genuinely unwatchable

there's definitely some merit here though. it's very entertaining if you stop expecting character beats to be sprinkled in while in a general sense it performs its role of entertainment really well. it's flashy and snappy and loud from the first minute of The Eleventh Hour and rarely slows down from there. there was a clear desire to continue the more Epic nature of the show that had started bubbling up during series 4 where it was, yanno, kind of earned

but that bombastic nature is kind of the biggest positive about it. gone are the deeper meanings and narratives, character introspection is often relegated to jokes or just kind of unearned. any depth the RTD era might have carried did not get passed on here, with 11 being a huge asshole for like 9 out of 13 episodes while you could remove Amy from every episode and I doubt I'd notice

Moffat clearly leaned more towards a fairy tale interpretation of the Doctor and the world around them, but it largely falls flat because characters are rarely humanized. everyone seems to be carrying the punchline to someone else's joke and little else. there's a magic to certain things, sure, and it does start to trend upwards near the end of the series, but it's bogged down by this weirdly incessant need for quips and jokes regardless of the situation. imagine if at the end of the Library two parter, the Doctor and Donna had a fuckin laugh in the TARDIS. like c'mon

generally speaking too I found 11 to be more annoying than I remembered. he constantly talks about not having a plan and constantly makes these weird little aside jokes during his ramblings but we don't really see him ever be genuine or nice to anyone for a long while - certainly not towards Amy, either, who he at times seems to fucking hate lmao. multiple times I wondered why she kept on with him, but she never once really seems to want to go home because of how she's treated and only does after some harrowing adventure seems to wake her up - until it doesn't! like idk if she just wanted to fuck the guy that badly - the scene where she both jumps him and spreads out for him is so sincerely embarrassing I cannot believe it got filmed - or if she was just. stubborn? stupid? we don't get much from Amy, not enough to know her at least, to the point that fucking Rory, a guy in like five episodes, is a better character than her. what the fuck!

there's also more of a reliance on CGI this series than before and while I don't tend to fault TV CGI all that much it really starts to get difficult to brush off or otherwise ignore when a lot of elements are CGI'd in and that CGI just. doesn't hold up. the CGI during RTD's era wasn't great, but it was often more skillfully utilized and so it was at least more charming than it is here. similarly, I noticed the ADR was way fucking worse this time around than I'd ever noticed before. entire exchanges come through that were clearly recorded in a booth somewhere and it's really funny honestly

ultimately I think series 5 does play to Moffat's strengths to good effect at times - the opening of Eleventh Hour with 11 and Amelia is still really solid, a lot of the timey whimey fucky wucky stuff is done with consistency enough that you can sorta easily follow it - but all too often you can kinda see his stories straining now that they aren't just one offs in someone else's narrative. a lot of the other writers similarly seemed to struggle, given just how bad some stories get. the Silurian two parter was genuinely so bad I wondered why they brought them back, while the Angel two parter feels as if it was made to sabotage the angels as a concept lmao

it's not all bad, and it's certainly entertaining enough all the same. Vincent and the Doctor still holds up, the Lodger was more fun than you might expect, Amy's Choice is largely fun while I even enjoyed the finale stuff to a point, and Christmas Carol is a genuine standout among the holiday specials (mostly because it's. actually focused on Christmas this time around. lmao), and there's solid moments spread throughout even the worst of the episodes, with the best of them being obviously focused on humanity and relatable traits - a thing the RTD era unabashedly leaned into

but it's such a step down from the peak that was series 4. all the character work is just gone, everything feels so much less thoughtful and the characters themselves tend to range from annoying to boring and little else. there are always gonna be growing pains when crews behind the scenes change like they did here, but some of series 5 is worse beyond that excuse. I can see why it stayed hot, why it caught on even more so and why so many fell in love with this series - it's entertaining if you don't look too deep, the characters enjoyable if you don't expect much from them, Matt and Karen have obvious chemistry as leads despite the best efforts to stamp that out - but as I feel right now, it's super overrated and largely just sort of okay at best with a few great highlights and some drastic lowlights all the same. far from a classic, but still not the dirt worst I guess

at least series 6 is. Moffat at his Moffiest!

[marymalone]

I've been binge-watching "Sex and the City" non-stop since last week, and honestly, I didn’t expect to like it as much as I do. I went in thinking the characters would be these shallow, man-hungry bitches, but I was so wrong. Yes, they’re man-hungry, but they’re neither boring nor bitches. In fact, they’re complex, funny, and surprisingly relatable in their own ways.

Their struggles, friendships, and unapologetic personalities are way more engaging than I thought they’d be. It's been a total delight, and now I’m hooked!

Usually, female characters who center their entire personalities around men annoy me to death. Like, there’s a difference between being a Manic Pixie Dream Girl and being a desperate smuck. The former might be whimsical and dreamy, sure, but at least there's some kind of personality in there. The latter? Just exhausting. It’s like their only goal in life is validation from a guy, and that’s just such a tired, one-dimensional trope. I want characters with depth, not someone whose entire existence revolves around who they’re chasing.

I love Samantha. She's unapologetic, a true man-eater, and a fierce businesswoman who isn't afraid to speak her mind. Her confidence and refusal to conform to societal expectations make her such a refreshing character.

She's probably the only one out of the group that I actually like. She owns who she is without making excuses, and that level of self-assurance is rare to see—especially in a show where so much of the plot revolves around relationships and men. Samantha stands out because she doesn't compromise her own identity for anyone. Unlike Carrie, Miranda and Charlotte, they don't have an ounce of integrity in their bodies.

Women who center their lives around men are a fascinating spectacle. Their lack of personal values makes for entertaining and often chaotic narratives. It’s like watching a character void of self-definition, driven entirely by external validation. This can lead to some truly absurd and over-the-top situations, which, while frustrating in reality, provide endless material for drama and high-stakes antics in storytelling. I guess that's the charm of the show.

The only downside of *Sex and the City* is exactly that—it can feel incredibly progressive for its time, tackling issues like female independence and sexual empowerment, but then it stumbles with its deeply problematic homophobic and transphobic undertones.

For a show that presents itself as modern and boundary-pushing, it’s disappointing to see those outdated attitudes toward the LGBTQ+ community. It’s hard to ignore how characters like Stanford and the brief portrayals of trans women were treated as punchlines.

The lack of nuance in those portrayals clashes with the more forward-thinking aspects, leaving a bitter aftertaste. It’s a reminder of how far media has come—and how much further it still needs to go.

For example, when Samantha dated a woman, her friends were shockingly unsupportive and lesbophobic. They constantly made jokes behind her back, mocking her relationship as if it was just a phase or some sort of novelty. The way they dismissed her genuine connection was really uncomfortable to watch, especially considering how open-minded they were supposed to be about everything else. If Samantha had non-homophobic friends, maybe her relationship with other female characters would’ve had a real chance to succeed. It’s a shame, because it reflects the hypocrisy of the show’s "progressive" narrative.

Or take, for example, how Samantha is clearly Fraysexual with a high libido drive. Her unique sexuality deeply influences how she navigates relationships, yet her friends can't seem to stop criticizing or judging her for it. Instead of trying to understand her experiences, they often reduce her actions to shallow promiscuity. If Samantha had the awareness that she was Fraysexual and had genuine, supportive friends who accepted her without judgment, she could have avoided so many unwanted situations. The constant invalidation of her choices only highlights how much her character was ahead of her time in contrast to the people around her.

The characters also display a significant level of biphobia, including Samantha, which is disappointing given her otherwise liberated persona. Their narratives are so firmly rooted in their relationships with men that they struggle to comprehend the idea of experiencing genuine connections with anyone, regardless of gender.

This phallic-centric focus raises questions about the true feminist nature of the show. Is it a genuine exploration of women's complexities and desires, or merely a desperate attempt to capitalize on what is perceived as woke culture? While the series certainly attempts to address progressive themes, its inherent biases suggest that it may be more about navigating the male gaze than offering a truly inclusive representation of women's experiences.

[piperslovebot]

i know kelso treated jackie shitty (damn i can't control the weather/cheating with laurie and most likely others no confirmation for sure for the others) but hyde would say mean things to jackie or invalidate their relationship or whatever. that was his schtick, hyde had 'issues' everyone in the show did but i think hyde had it rough at home, maybeits part of the reason he and jackie jived well because they both had issues with their parents/home lives. hydes were so bad that the formans took him in and arguably jackie too at one time before they were caught together. however the difference between kelso and hyde is hyde did love jackie but he would SHOW IT in his actions and less in his words. it was rare to see a sensitive side but when he showed it was lovely. he was more of a sarcastic type or dead pan, where kelso didn't give a shit, or played ignorant until it mattered 11th hour salvage and it was just complicated and jackie was pretty much done. neither was perfect. i really do not like that in that 90's show she's like with kelso (better than being with fez but irl mila and kutcher are together) but i don't think jackie was happy with either. kelso was a horrible bf! he had moments but he was horrible to her. she seemed unhappy with kelso from the glimpse we saw while married (their son is literally kelso too, yikes and jackie abandoning fez to run off with kelso storyline doesn't seem jackie at all!) obviously, we couldn't have 90's puddin'pops hydejackie in any capacity (is he canon like jail?) or not around for some other reason/relocated/off the grid (irl it was the allegations/case around masterson) but in the show maybe it was jail bc he always would joke about it/family in jail/being generally criminal/popped for weed who knows since 1979-1980 when t70's ended and 90s when t90's show started/was going on in like the mid-90's. also there were the 1980's drug scene/war on drugs times perhaps he got into harder drugs and then jail and stuff bc laws and he was anti pretty much establishment or heavily implied to be so yeah. jackie was obviously not a criminal so ...

am i making sense? i hope so. so there you have it. that's how i see it in terms of jackie's relationships on that 70's show/present. i'd love to hear what you think? (there are things i missed, unfortunately. idk where i left off but i do know about the endgame things. i do know that the last season sucked! that so many things were off probably contributed to its ending/rushed/unsatisfying endings for beloved characters and stuff with few exceptions.) let me know what you think?

I understand what you’re saying dw!

One of thing I love so much about J/H is that they’re an ‘actions speak louder than words’ kind of ship. It’s wasn’t about status or good looks *cough j*lso*

Hyde treats Jackie with respect and loves her for who she is while also calling her out on her bs (Fez and Kelso worship the ground she walks on and Kelso seems too scared to call her out.) They don’t need any of that shiny stuff or status to show how real they are (which is why I lol at anyone comparing them to chuck/blair. They’re clearly dan/blair.).

Jackie inspires Hyde to be more in touch with his emotions and his softer side. He smiles more with her, he seems lighter around her. He can let his walls down with her. One of the only complaints I have about them is that sometimes I feel like Hyde doesn’t really trust Jackie. Like instead of confronting Jackie on whether she was cheating in s5, he ends up cheating. And in s7, when he saw the towel thing, he just left and fucked a stripper in Las Vegas. Not to mention that he STILL kept bringing up the “get off my boyfriend” incident TWO MONTHS after it happened. But for the most part, they’re a great couple.

J/K is self explanatory. Their foundation is bonding over their good looks and what not. There’s nothing substantial about their relationship. All they do is bitch at each other more than half of the time. Not to mention, Kelso kept cheating on her with no guilt. (He only felt sorry that he found out) Also I will never get over Kelso putting the blame on Jackie for his cheating. Like sir, there’s a such thing as having a conversation. Even yelling would be more mature than this or BREAK UP WITH HER.

[ducknotinarow]

[Foot Casey and Karai - everytime i write Casey being good to Karai i feel more bad about what i do to him. Shame that 0 time anything is still 0 uwu]

It was nice when they escaped the compound to just be outside. No missions, no foot nonsense, just, three siblings having a good time. It felt normal, for once. Normal was never something Casey would want before now.

Up on the roofs, Casey kept an eye on Angel, making sure she didn't get too close to the edge. Though, he's soon distracted by Karai and something on her phone. He raises an eyebrow, merely watching her, trying to figure out what she was trying to do. He merely kept watching for a moment, starting to smirk.

Did his sister, only one month younger, seriously not understand how to use her own phone?

Oh Casey had jokes. He was so ready to tease the absolute Hell out of her...but he didn't. Eh, maybe he was just in some sort of good mood - being away from their dad did always lift his spirits and leave him feeling the need to be nicer,

"Uh, Rai, yer gotta hold down yer finger t' get the 'save' prompt up," Casey pointed out, sounding genuinely useful about it, "'Ere, like this."

Leaning over, ignoring whatever she's saying, he shows her what he meant and saved said photo for her, not even questioning what it iwas,

"There, now it's in yer photos an' yer can d' whatever with it."

The moments of them being good siblings weren't rare, but certainly wasn't common,

"Never say I don't d' anythin' nice for yer."

| Muse interaction

It maybe wasn't always the best idea to go and leave the hideout when she had a disagreement with the shredder. And worse it likely wasn't helping her side when she roped Casey and Angel to go along with her. Karai knew Shredder would get annoyed learning she once again went off, and the fact Casey and Angel were with her would just add to his annoyance on top of it all. Which was Karai's main goal here after all. She just got so annoyed with their father sometimes, he never, ever listened to her. When she found those bots the turtles were fighting, when it came to those same bot having schemes going on in the city the foot basically owned. It truly made her feel like tearing her hair out at times. If it had nothing to do or connected with his whole revenge plan he just could not be bothered to care.

Well clearly if these robots were fighting the turtles they should look into it. But of course, once again he was too focused on his own deal/ Jeez guy needs a hobby or something. She could care less for his whole vendetta. If he wasn't going to listen to her? Then fine she wouldn't be around to ignore. She wouldn't be surprised if Casey was made to go get her, so she got to her older brother first. Even if that age difference between them wasn't that much she had to admit making use of the apparent advantage of being seen as a little sister to Casey had an advantage. Twice as effective since she had Angel also.

Sure maybe Karai could have just gone up to Casey and told him she just needed air and a chance to cool off and Casey would tag along. But then she would have to admit that was her issue. And there was no way she was going to do that in front of Casey. So instead she just played her games to get her way. It was nice to be out with the both of them though. No real plan or idea in mind just going out into the city. A pit stop at some corner store, mainly for Angel before they retreated to the rooftops to just enjoy some freedom. Angel seemed happy with her treat well Casey was mothering henning making sure she didn't stray to far near the edge of the roof top.

With nothing to really do Karai had fished her phone out, she never used it much. Outside texting Shin and sometimes Casey. Casey and Angel's voices were nice background noise as she idly tapped her screen and find herself mindlessly scrolling through Twitter. Her feed wasn't fully of much mostly its was nice aesthetic images taken around Japan. Like cherry blossom that had fallen into near by rivers. Or some major tourist trap areas. She kind of missed Japan she had to admit, though it been years since she was last there. Would be nice to go back with Casey and Angel around and show them around. She let that though of places they could go entertain her mind a moment. She felt like Angel would love going to some of the animal Cafe's. Casey might like to go to Akihabrar since it was a hot spot for anime.

"oh?" he eyes soon laid on the next post, it was for cover art of some groups CD they were going to be handing out at their next show. A future excuse to dip out Karai figures. She kind of liked the snakes used in the work. You can save these photos right? It be a cool background for her phone at least she figures?

Slightly furrowing her brow as she kept tapping around on the post. She saw where she could like it and share it even but where was the save option? Why where there two different sharing options? One to retweet? and one to send to others? maybe she could send it to herself and save it that way? Could she do that? hmm maybe she could just send it to shin?

"Uh, Rai, yer gotta hold down yer finger t' get the 'save' prompt up,"

"I have to what?" Karai answered with, maybe because she was able to catch the genuineness to her brothers voice in the moment. That her own lacked any air of sarcasm.

"'Ere, like this."

Karai slightly leans back when Casey leans over getting in her personal bubble "You could just told me" she slightly huffs out but watches as he moves his finger to tap the image and then save it on to phone exactly like he told her to do it so.

"There, now it's in yer photos an' yer can d' whatever with it."

Karai, went to excite the app and move into her gallery and sure enough there it was. "Oh" She slightly shifted her attention his way as she lowered her phone a bit.

"Never say I don't d' anythin' nice for yer."

"whatever I could have figured it out myself." She snide with a little turning away from him. She wasn't going to thank him in the first place but now she was even less likely to do that since he wanted to go a get smug about it all. Karai lifted her phone back up eyeing the photo for a second. She was in for more though, she rolls her eyes and hands her phone over to Casey a sleint way to admit her defeat,

"so can you show me how to make that photo my background?" Karai waits a moment before she fixes a look at Casey "Don't even start with me Cae!" She quick to snap with aware of the stupid look on his face when she actually asked for his help this time around. Guess it was lucky for her being away from their father seemed to put Casey in a nicer mood. Even if teasing followed soon after. Watching Casey go about a few more taps on her screen. Even backout out to show it was now the background on her photo.

Karai offered a faint smile once she had what she wanted. It's not like Casey was a jerk, well Casey was a jerk that was his personality but he wasn't mean is what she meant. Least not to Angel or even Karai herself he could be pretty nice when he wanted. Karai decided to take in the moment to show him the image on her phone. "for this band I follow here and there, I went to one of their shows last month by chance when I was meant to be on patrol." She smirks with her admission to that. Just offering a little bit Casey's way shes not even really sure what got her so talkative maybe it was just because he was being nice himself?

"anyway, they play some stuff you might like actually, uh hold on i think some of thier shows are on video?" Karai pulled her phone more her ways opening up another app as she went into the search to try and find them. Least that bit she was able to do herself, Casey nicely mentioned making Karai idly bump him with her shoulder before she pulled a result up. Sharing the screen with him to watch.

Karai wasn't one to open up much but with Casey? well she was willing to pray open just a little. Share her secrets of where she takes off to and even her open interests here and there. Around her brother well there was like some veil of safety there. Something that made it feel okay to be a person. Something not often allowed. Least with Casey it was.

[imthebadguyyy]

maybe something like interviewer asking her sexist questions and the boys stand up for her , after that interview she feels insecure and the boys comfort her . that's just an idea you don't have to write it !! <33

I hope you like it, and I'm so sorry about the delay 😭 I couldn't find my footing with this one, and I hope it's what you wanted ! Have a lovely day 💙

The One Where They're There For Her

Pairing - One Direction x Reader (6thmember!female!reader)

Fandom - One Direction (Directioners)

Summary - A particularly sexist interview decides to reduce you to just a sexual being and makes no effort to hide his misogyny. But the boys are there to support you.

Warnings - sexualization of the lgbt community, sexist comments, swearing, (honestly I hated myself for writing some of the comments here,and I'm so sorry)

Being a part of the biggest band in the world comes with certain responsibilities. Not responsibilities that come along with signing a recording contract, but those that a person deems themselves responsible for. For example, as the only female in a boyband, a female with a fanbase as large as yours, you took it upon yourself to always stand up for what's right, and to be an ally for the causes close to your heart.

That meant that your social media was often flooded with information about important causes, or your opinions on issues like feminism. Was it always well received? Heck no. There were people filled your feed with hate and comments calling you the most horrible names and labelling you a 'man hater' and a 'bitch' But you didn't let it get to you. On most days. On days like today, it was all you could do to keep it together. It had been a tiring few days, touring, recording, performing and doing an endless amount of interviews and photoshoots. It was safe to say you were on the last of your nerves, having battled your way through a makeup artist who had insisted on pointing out your flaws and had used a shit ton of makeup to cover them up. You had battled a photographer who had not hesitated to tell you that if you didn't look more feminine people would think you were turning into a man.

Before you could retaliate, Paul had dragged him away and told management to cancel the photoshoot, and find another photographer before grabbing the six of you some sandwiches and had let you all go back for a quick power nap at the hotel. Then in about half an hour he had woken you up, to get you ready for another interview. That's how you were here, in a white jumpsuit and a black blazer jacket, paired with black heels. Another day, another interviewer that got on your nerves. But this one, this one was different. This interviewer was different, but also the same. Another misogynistic man who thought he was entitled to stare at your ass and cleavage, and eye fuck you as you settled into a seat in between Niall and Zayn.

Settling in, you crossed one knee over the other, plastering a fake smile onto your face, as the man leaned back in his chair, throwing you a sleazy smirk. Noticing the look, Zayn shifted so you were out of view of the interviewer, but in view of the audience. It was in moments like this that you were a 100× more grateful to have your boys. They were well aware of how sleazy some interviewers could be, having had plenty of experience with them, and Zayn and Louis in particular were very protective about the way you were treated. Squeezing your thigh softly, he leaned back a little, lips settling into a thin line as he looked at the interviewer with a cold look. A little behind, Louis threw the interviewer a dirty look.

"So, One Direction! Congratulations on the album, as you all know its out on November the 22nd, with eighteen new songs, including the singles Night Changes and Steal My Girl Speaking of stealing girls, do you think I could steal your number Y/N? And may I mention, you look ver, very hot in that outfit" The interviewer joked, throwing you what he thought was a sexy smirk. (P.S - it wasn't) Answering with an awkward laugh, you shook your head, as Niall tensed up beside you. "Aww come on, your'e a pretty girl, I'm a handsome guy, let's go out sometime" he pressed on, ignoring the growing anger in Harry's eyes. "That's umm, nice. But no thanks, I'm not going to go out with you" was your answer, as you pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. Picking up on your nervous tic, Zayn moved his hand to rest on your knee, stopping it from bouncing up and down.

"Aww come on baby, what is it? You like girls or something? Because I wouldn't mind being a part of that action either" the sleazebag chuckled, ignoring the disgusted look Liam sent his way. "That's rude" Liam said, while Zayn tightened his grip on your knee. "Oh come on lads, are you telling me the idea doesn't appeal to you? Two women together, mm, makes me all excited just thinking about it, especially if one of them's Y/N" That comment was all it took for Louis to stand up, turning to the man and saying in a voice much rougher than his usual voice, "Alright, that's fuckin' enough, what the fuck is actually wrong with you?" he was backed up by Liam, who stood up, going to tower over the interviewer, whose eyes had lost some of the sleazy look in them. "All you've done since we walked in here is make those disgusting comments about Y/N, and it's sickening. Have some fucking respect" he practically spat.

Behind him, Zayn took your hand in his and pulled you to your feet, noticing the slight glossiness in them, leading you back to the dressing rooms, while Niall, Liam, Louis and Harry stayed back to continue to snap at the interviewer. "That is no way to treat a woman, and not only are you disrespecting her, you also made those god awful events about seeing women together. Your'e a shame to every single person in this room by talking like that" Harry continued, glancing over his shoulder to check if you were okay.

"And no, it doesn't excite us, because we are not assholes, and you are, a disgusting sleaze who does not deserve the job he has. Fuckin loser" Niall chimed in, standing up and storming out. Louis stood up as well, turning to directly face the cameras and the cameramen and sound technicians, who had all looked shocked when the man had made his comments towards you. "I sure as hell hope you have that on record, so you can see just how fucking sexist this industry is to women. Y/N does the same job as us, works just as hard and has the same number of awards, nominations, and records and yet you decide to only focus on her body, clothes, love life and sexuality. Get a fucking life" he spat at the camera, before walking away himself, eventually followed by Harry and Liam, who apologized to the outraged fans before leaving themselves. As they made their way to the dressing rooms they could hear the audience telling the interviewer to apologize to you, their anger at the way you were treated echoing through the building.

Walking in, Harry caught sigh of you curled up in one of the armchairs, with Louis sitting beside you, while Niall and Zayn talked to a furious Paul. "He had no damn right to treat her like shite, and you need to make sure that he knows those comments were un-fuckin-acceptable" Niall was saying, looking angrier than Harry had ever seen him. "And to make those sickening comments about wanting to get action? Can't we sue him for something?" Was Zayn's reply, glancing over his shoulder at you to make sure you were still okay. "We can't sue him, atleast I don't think we can, but I'll have someone let the smug bastard know that he needs to learn how to respect a woman" Paul said, before leaving the room to give the six of you some time together before you had to head back to the hotel.

"How're you feeling darling?" Louis said, moving over and patting your knee so you moved. "I'm okay" you mumbled back, letting Louis settle in next to you, leaning back to rest on his chest. "He had no fuckin right to say any of that, and don't you let it trouble you for a second" Zayn added, pouring out a cup of tea for you and for Louis and Harry. "I don't care about what he said, I couldn't care less, but it was just so frustrating, sitting there and listening to him just sexualize a whole community of people. You've got to be in a really sad place to think of shit like that. That's what annoyed me. You think I give a damn about what he said about my clothes or wanting to take me out on a date? It was the way he was talking, like he was sure any woman would be glad to have him that irked me. He's really tiresome" was your reply, as you reached forward for a sip of your tea. "That's the right attitude love. Haters gonna hate" Harry said.

"I know that. But I just wish I could punch him once, which sounds mean, but he does kind of deserve it" Niall said, earning a laugh from you. Niall was never usually aggressive, and even now, he wasn't particularly rude but it was rare to see him wanting to punch someone. "It's okay Niall, you don't have to. I can do it myself, but I won't" you replied, leaning up to squeeze his hand. "Besides, Ni, if you went and punched him, I'd do it too, and then we'd all go to jail" Liam chimed in, scrolling through his twitter. "Twitter isn't happy either babe. #stopsexualization and #Y/Ndeservesbetter is trending already" he added, showing you his phone. "If it means some of these sexist asses get their heads out of the sand, I'm happy. But I dont want to to think about it now" you replied, cuddling closer to the warmth radiating from Louis's body.

"Okay, we won't talk about it. Do you want to go back to the hotel?" Harry asked, standing up and walking to the door "No I want to go to Nando's. Anybody else hungry?" You asked, to nods of assent from the boys. "I'm starving. Those stupid sandwiches didn't fill me up at all" Zayn said, standing up to grab his coat and wallet. "I know and I'm craving some hot Peri Peri chicken with some fries. Do you think they'd let me put the lemon and herb sauce on the fries?" You asked, standing up yourself, earning a laugh from Louis. "Your'e an international superstar babe, I think they'd give you some lemon herb sauce" Liam joked.

Laughing, the six of you made your way to the car, with Harry and Niall squishing you in between them, as Louis sat in the back with Liam, and Zayn sat in the front with Paul (he was driving thank GOD) "I'm proud of you darling" Harry chimed in suddenly. "I am too" Niall added. "You know I am" Louis said, before Liam added "Always babe" and Zayn turned to smile at you before adding, "We are all proud of you, and we always will be, not only because you do a damn good job of not listening to the haters, but because you do what you think is right" "Awh come on, your'e gonna make me cry" you mumbled, leaning into Niall's shoulder. "Almost makes me feel bad for teasing you about having an extremely low spice tolerance the last time we were at Nando's Haz" you smirked, earning a roar of laughter from the boys.

"That chicken was spicy love!" "It was lemon and herb with no peri peri!" "And it was spicy!"

And just like that, you were back to messing around with each other. Sleazy interviewers would come and go, but your boys were always there to support you. Always.

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A/N - Thanks for reading ! I'd also like to apologize on the behalf of this fictitious interviewer I made up, I felt so bad while writing some of this 😭 anyways, I hope this is what you wanted! Enjoy !

Tags - @zaynkissbot @gucci-hazza @bxtchboy69

[itsclydebitches]

I kinda wonder, what could bakugou do (hori write bakugou to do) to make him less popular with the "anti" crowd. Like He was a horrid child no doubt and people who try to put blame on Deku or lessen the terrible shit bakugou did aren't great. But as we don't rly see it, we have to assume bakugous behaviour wasn't stopped, we only ever saw his mum "punishing" him when he was being rude after getting kiddnapped. Nothing will excuse what bakugou did, but he has stopped? He's overall a harsh person but he's not harrassing and bullying people anymore, specifically not deku, he's trying to attone for what he did to deku and has now apologised for it. His behaviour was never viewed as justified or good in the series, he's a scary figure in middle school, we're not meant to like his behaviour, so the series itself hasn't justified his actions.

As someone who relate to both bakugou and deku more than I'd like to admit (never told someone to jump tho, that's fucked lol) so I can 100% understand not liking or even hating bakugou but as someone who's not 15 anymore, looking back I also made a lot of really shitty decisions and like bakugou have tried to make up for it, and like deku I was 'friends' with people who hurt me.

Is there anything he can do for the "antis" to just dislike him rather that be "anti"?

(I'm very sorry if you've talked about this somewhere, you can just tell me to look for it if you have, I'll continue to look for your posts on the subject)

Hey there, anon! I think I’ve spoken about this only tangentially and/or in my main Bakugo meta, which is too big for anyone sane to read. So yeah, let’s chat here!

For me personally—and that’s all I can ever do: speak personally. I think it’s important to keep in mind that there is no single solution to please the “anti” crowd. Each fan will be looking for something slightly different in Bakugo’s character, much of which might contradict what a “stan” is currently enjoying. Given how charged a character he is, I'm not sure it's possible to get the entire fandom to like him—what I’m looking for hinges on having a different reading of the story than you seem to. Meaning, I think the series does justify his behavior. Not in any overt, super obvious way like having all the characters go, “Wow, Bakugo! I sure do love how you threaten people all the time. That’s super cool and heroic!” Things are rarely that straightforward. Rather, it’s in a more subtle, but consistent manner that paints a rather conclusive picture across hundreds of chapters.

Simply put, Bakugo is continually rewarded for his actions. Or, if not outright rewarded, his actions are ignored in a way that implies silent acceptance. Characters may not always like what he does... but they're willing to let it slide because Bakugo's heroism was always treated as a given, not something he had to earn and prove.

With the ever necessary disclaimer that I’m not fully caught up yet, here’s a list of some of the things that stood out to me in the first half of the series:

Bakugo’s bullying made him the most popular kid in school.

Bakugo’s bullying was ignored by/outright supported by the teachers.

Bakugo’s bullying did not hinder him from getting into U.A., one of the most prestigious hero schools around.

Despite acting horribly throughout his time at U.A. too, this behavior was continually ignored by the teachers and other authority figures around him.

Bakugo’s struggle to realize that other people aren’t “trash” doesn’t hurt his achievements in any way. He still gets top scores, still wins the tournament, etc.

Bakugo’s behavior gets him special attention from All Might, the greatest hero and Bakugo’s personal idol.

His behavior doesn’t make others dislike him in any manner that’s taken seriously. Everybody is still willing to not just put up with Bakugo, but—in time—start treating his behavior as a quirk (no pun intended lol) that they’re secretly fond of, rather than something he should legitimately be striving to change. Kirishima is the most overt example of this.

This is compounded by his behavior constantly being framed as humorous. Much like with Mineta’s perverted actions, characters might superficially go, “No, that’s bad!” but the story never demands any significant development because then we’d lose the “joke” of Bakugo screaming in rage at the slightest inconvenience, threatening to murder someone over nothing, constantly belittling everyone around him in a “funny” manner, etc. When fans talk about development of a manga character as archetypal and extreme as Bakugo, most don’t really want to see significant change to his base personality. Because then that would result in someone who doesn’t look like the “real” Bakugo: someone nicer, more even-tempered, more mature, etc. But for those of us who were never drawn to that personality in the first place, the continued acceptance of his rude, egotistical, and violent behavior is discomforting. The easiest comparison I can draw is between this and Bakugo’s mother slapping him. That slap is meant to be another “joke”—we see it constantly in shonen anime, something "humorous" you shouldn’t take too seriously because haha, it's just an overprotective mother—but many fans do take it seriously, using it as the basis for a whole “Bakugo was abused and this explains his behavior” reading. Well, I take the “joke” of Bakugo’s threats and insults seriously, especially in a story that starts with something like telling Izuku to jump off the roof. In the same way that many fans want others to treat Bakugo’s mother as a serious topic that has had a negative influence on his development, I want the series to take Bakugo’s everyday actions seriously as a negative influence on… well, everyone around him. But it doesn’t. His base personality is grudgingly adored.

The above two points are seen most overtly in Izuku, who never wavers in his respect for Bakugo despite how Bakugo treats him. Not just prior to U.A., but during their training too. Izuku, as the protagonist, is the emotional heart of this tale, so when he talks about how inspiring Bakugo is, it encourages the reader to see his behavior as inspiring too. Rather than, as said, something that needs to change. Izuku's continued friendship with Bakugo, his adoration of him, and his acceptance of the way he's treated has severely warped how the entire story sees Bakugo's actions. After all, if #pure Izuku can see the good in Bakugo, why can't everyone else? He must not be that bad after all.

I could get into detailed analyses of all the above—like how Bakugo was the one comforted after attacking Izuku outside the dorms at night and how the messed up relationship he has with Izuku is upheld as something to nurture; how the remedial courses he had to take were made to be rather silly, thereby undermining their supposed importance to his development; how Bakugo’s kidnapping had nothing to do with his flaws, but much of the fandom uses it as a way to dismiss any appropriate consequences because, “Hasn’t he suffered enough?” etc.—but in the interest of keeping this within a readable length, I’ll leave it at that. The point is that Bakugo has always been privileged when it comes to his behavior, resulting in others either outright praising it, ignoring it, or demanding that he change a miniscule bit, which always keeps him far below the standards of both his peers and the expectations of a hero. Everyone in 1-A must learn to be even better than the good people they already are... Bakugo needs to learn that other people aren't dirt at the bottom of his shoes. It's never been a particularly impressive development when pit against the rest of the class. All of which can make something like an apology feel pretty hollow. Yes, he’s apologized and I say with all seriousness that that’s great! But how does that apology stack up against 300+ chapters of content? As Bakugo’s words highlight, he's been a really awful person up "until now": he was consumed by Izuku being “miles ahead of [him],” he “looked down on [him]” because he didn’t have a quirk, he “didn’t want to recognize that,” he “hated that,” “grew distant,” “tried to beat you down,” “opposed you and tried to show my superiority over you,” and ends it all with, “it probably doesn’t mean anything telling you all this” before finally getting to the “I’m sorry.” This is basically a laundry list of how horrible a person Bakugo has been for the entire series, with an acknowledgement that this apology is coming really, really late. This is the moment where I could START to like Bakugo, depending on how he acts form here on out, but that pivotal moment arrived after six years of content and in the final arc of the story. It’s too late. Bakugo needed this kind of self-reflection and positive action 250+ chapters ago so he could (hopefully) grow into a better person across the story, not at the story's end. What we got instead is 322 chapters of him being a really horrible person, but the story going out of its way to excuse or even praise that behavior the majority of the time.

As a quick comparison to end on, I think what Bakugo needed was what Soo Jin got in True Beauty. You don’t need to have seen the drama to follow along. The tl;dr is that she has a lot of the core qualities of Bakugo: an all-consuming drive to win that was created due to abusive parents with high expectations, resulting in her bullying a peer to a pretty horrific extent. The difference between them is how the story frames their actions. When Soo Jin becomes the bully she loses everything. Rather than succeeding academically, her grades plummet, making it clear that this anxiety and self-doubt (things the fandom keeps insisting Bakugo is struggling with, but that rarely ever show up in the text) is actually impacting her day-to-day life. Her best friend drops her because she’s not going to support her choices. The boy she likes rejects her. She’s eventually forced to start over somewhere new - which importantly separates her from the girl she was bullying - and get some distance from her parents, resulting in the growth needed to become a healthier, happier, good person again. So when Soo Jin apologizes to the girl she hurt, it feels earned. The story continually recognized how horrific her actions were and put her into a place where she either had to change, or continue losing at everything else that was important to her. Bakugo? Bakugo doesn’t lose. Oh, he claims he does because he’s comparing himself to Izuku constantly, but that’s just him thinking in extremes. He still wins academically. Still wins many battles. Still wins at having friends. Still wins by maintaining the prestige of being a U.A. student. Still wins by getting All Might’s attention. Still wins by receiving Izuku’s respect and an agreement to maintain this rivalry that Bakugo is so obsessed with. Bakugo comes out well 99% of the time, he just thinks he's "lost" because he can't stand not being the absolute best.

For me, the story needed to have Bakugo face consequences for his behavior, not receive rewards and/or have others ignore it, and that revelation/apology needed to come way, way sooner. For me the issue is not a specific action that Horikoshi can have Bakugo do in the next chapter and them bam, I like him now. The problem is Bakugo’s entire concept, how he’s received by the entire cast, and his run across this entire series. "Entire" is the key word there. Which is why the “But he’s apologized. What more do you antis want?” reactions don’t sit well. What we wanted is a better written redemption arc across those 300+ chapters, not a single scene that’s meant to have us forget all the other problems inherent in the story. At this point it’s a far more complicated situation than, “Bakugo just needs to do X, Y, and Z and then we’re golden.” At the end of the day, Horikoshi failed to make me like him as a person and I’m pretty sure he isn’t going to change Bakugo enough to make him likable to me. Bakugo was never the sort of character I’d be inclined towards without a serious, nuanced redemption arc, but sadly, a core, crucial part of that redemption arc took six years to arrive. At this point there’s no way to change the problems in Bakugo’s writing for that huge chunk of the series and not enough time left in the series, it seems, to do the work we should have seen across the entire run. Honestly, idk if the Bakugo we'll get going forward is someone I can just dislike as opposed to being really uncomfortable with, but my money is on there being too little story left and too much investment in upholding Bakugo's base personality for that to happen. I could absolutely be proven wrong! But I think the problems are structural and needed to be better dealt with from page one, not hastily patched over in the final hour.

[sad-boy-hank]

Hello i saw ur little alphabet thing was open and i was wondering if u could do it with Tricky...if u dont mind

YYYYYYYYYYYESSSS

A

ATTRACTION

Why have they chosen you as their object of obsession? Is there any special reason?

Do xey really need a reason? You're cute and you sound nice. That's all it takes, really.

B

BASE

Do they keep you hidden away in a special place? Where?

Absolutely not! He'd never dream of hiding your pretty pretty face away from the world! You've got to go with xem- xey need to show you off!

C

CAMERA

How do they monitor you prior to abduction? Do they take pride in their ‘’collection’’ of memorabilia?

He's surprisingly, and almost scarily, good at staying hidden- when it needs to be. It doesn't get too worked up about getting caught, after all, he's Tricky! No way he'd be obsessed with little ol' you!

D

DESIRE

What do they wish to do to you? How twisted are their ideals?

Tricky hasn't really thought that far, honestly. The future is hard to perceive. It just wants you- isn't that enough?

E

EXPLORE

Would they allow you to wander about? How far away can you go before they snatch you back?

Xey give you a surprising amount of freedom- despite the fact that xey're constantly glued to your side. You're allowed to go wherever you like- as long as he gets to be with you.

F

FORCE

What limitations do they ignore for the sake of their own wants? How poorly do they regard your boundaries?

He tries to ignore your crying when he gives you hugs and cuddles- if it gets too much for him he'll simply push your face into his chest.

G

GRAB

How do they abduct you? Sedation, coercion, or force?

Tricky just snatched you up on impulse- no thoughts, no planning, just you in clown's paws.

H

HOPE

How close would they let you get to freedom? Do they like a game of cat-and-mouse, or does the prospect of you leaving terrify them?

Clown keeps close tabs on you, so there's no way you'll ever leave. It would really panic if it ever lost track of you.

I

INSIST

How long are they willing to argue? Are they willing to at all?

No, no. No no no. He HATES arguing with you. It gives xem this icky pit in its stomach and clown has to push your face into his body as fast as he can to shut you up.

J

JOKE

Do they find your fear responses cute? Do they laugh at you when you cry or flinch?

No! Absolutely not! You're the cutest little thing when you smile and giggle, not when you cry and scream!

K

KIND

Do they fake their affection around you? If so, why?

Clown loves you, and he loves you genuinely. No part of him is ever a front.

L

LUCKY

How often do they remind you of why you’re with them?

Very rarely, actually. You already know how lucky you are to be at clown's side, don't you?

M

MARK

How do they identify you in a crowd? What tells others that you belong to them?

Let's just say you taste very nice.

N

NEED

Do they allow themselves to seem desperate around you? What performance do they put on?

Whatever it takes to get you in his paws. Tricky will whine, cry, guilt-trip, and kill just to give you a squish.

O

ONLY

Are you their everything or do they have other darlings?

You're all he'll ever need, and he lets you know it. You're special, you're just so cute and kind, and the way your soft skin feels in his mouth is amazing.

P

POWER

Do they like being the one in control, or are they more submissive?

He'd like to think that you're on equal footing, but most of the time it's bossing you around.

Q

QUALITY

How do they treat you?

You are the sweetest, most adorable little creature, and if he ever struck you he'd never forgive himself. You're practically worshipped by this fucked-up zombie clown.

R

REQUEST

How much do they spoil you? Must they be convinced/prompted, or do they shower you with gifts constantly?

Clown loves to give! Have a best friend? Here's their blood painted into a smiley face on your favorite shirt! Like plants? Here, have some sunflower seeds- he'll help you plant em! Anything, anything for his beloved.

S

STRUGGLE

What is their reaction when you put up a fight or squirm away?

There's the icky pit feeling again. Clown fuckin' hates it.

T

TEAM

Are they willing to share you?

Well, while everyone should have the privilege of seeing your chubby lil' face, there's no way clown would share you with a partner of yours.

U

UNSTABLE

How are they around or when thinking of you?

Tricky actually becomes more docile and calm. He stops shaking, stops shouting. Brain turned to mush. All he knows is lick and squish and hold.

V

VOICE

Do they ever yell or lecture you? What are they like when they get soft?

Oh, he'd never yell or force you to listen to xem! That'd just be so mean! Xey love to whisper to you, reminding you just how special you are.

W

WINE

Are you ever made to indulge them? For what things? What’s the worst thing they’ve pushed you to do?

The worst he'll force you into is constant cuddle sessions. You're just so covered in bites and spit, and you hate it.

X

XYLOSES

How soft and mushy are they willing to get around you?

Tricky becomes almost sickly sweet, murmuring praises and giving gentle licks and nibbles.

Y

YEARS

How long have they spent mulling over you?

He's not the most patient. Clown needs you by its side! NOW!

Z

ZEST

How do they feel around you? What do they make you do to get them to feel that way?

Clown is. . . completely blissed. Because hey, that's you! That's his cute little partner over there! Smiling. . . and laughing. Without him. He'll push those silly thoughts to the side, though. His partner's having the time of their life, and surely clown can make them feel even better!

[justkeums]

melting ice

𖥻　lee jaeho/jeff x gn!reader 𖥻　fluff, semi-crack, enemies to lovers, ice hockey player!jeff, figure skater!reader 𖥻　warnings: none 𖥻　word count: 1.0k words 𖥻　requested 𖥻　author's note: at first i was like who would make baby jeff their enemy??!? imma fight- but this idea is rly cute i loved writing this one!

you jump and twirl, expecting to land on your two feet steadily, but your left foot lands first, making you slip and fall on the cold ice. you mentally curse yourself as you hear the annoying hockey player, jaeho, laugh at you.

"what the hell are you looking at?"

you get up from the floor immediately before he gets the chance to see you on the floor up close. jaeho seeing you fall was enough embarrassment for today.

"you look so pitiful. i feel bad for you," he skates his way towards you. "you sure you're okay?"

he notices the flakes of ice on your back before you do and dusts it off for you, to which you swat his hand away. it's a simple kind gesture from him but he knows you'll never see it that way though. you swear on your pride that you'll never accept anything from your enemy.

you pretend to ignore his question. "why the hell are you here anyway?"

"are you the only one allowed to skate in this rink?"

"touché. just- don't disturb me when i practice." you sternly tell him before skating towards the other side of the rink.

the district's ice rink is open for anyone to use. you do your official trainings at bigger and private ice rinks but you still enjoyed skating by yourself, free from criticisms and compliments that would sometimes make you more insecure. it provided you peace and comfort whenever you skate alone, rather than feeling lonely.

you usually arrive at 7am, because it's rare for other people to arrive that early. and now, you're not skating alone as jaeho arrives shortly after you.

he's very hardworking like you, and it's not difficult, even for yourself, to admit that. you first met him when he joined the hockey team in his first year of high school. he usually comes with his teammates to practice or skate for fun.

you were acquaintances for a while, only recognizing each other by face. the negative feelings you have for him started when you hear he and his friends talk about you, comparing figure skating to hockey.

"figure skating doesn't even look that difficult."

you clearly remember the face of the one who said that. you were able to figure out his name when he's being called by his teammates. lee jaeho.

he wasn't dense and quickly noticed the death glares you always gave him when he's around. there wasn't an actual conversation that started until when the two of you sat on the same to remove your skating shoes and you muttered somewhere between the lines of 'hockey players are so annoying.' it ended up in a debate of defending your respective sports, which leads to the current relationship between you and him.

you shake off your thoughts about him. the best way for you to train right now is to ignore and pretend he's not there. so you try to do the same stunt as earlier.

this time, you land on both of your feet, but your right foot loses its balance and you twist your right ankle, leading to a sprain. the loud wince of you in pain catches his attention and quickly skates towards you, who was already sitting on the cold ice while holding on to your ankle.

"y/n! are you alright?" he crouches down to your position and assesses the injury. "it's just a sprain, but i'll help you get to the bench quicker. hold on to me." his hand reaches out to grab your arm but you dodge it.

"don't touch me." you hiss at him.

"okay. try walking on your own, then." he stands up and turns his back, preparing to walk away.

"urgh, fine!"

jaeho smirks to himself when you finally give in. he reaches out his hand, waiting for you to take it. you hesitate for a while and the sight of it worried him.

"you know, y/n, am i that disgusting to you? why do you hate me so much?"

"you belittled and offended me! my career! how am i supposed to treat you nicely after that?"

it took him a while to realize what you were talking about. "is this what i said about figure skating?" you continue to stare at him with hatred and he took it as a yes. "i'm sorry about that. it wasn't intentional- we were just joking. i also said it so my teammates wouldn't take me as a childish kid in the team anymore.."

"if you can remember it like me then you should've apologized earlier," you snap back at him, refusing to forgive him that easily.

"y/n, i'm sincerely apologizing right now and i never hated you. don't you know why i came here right now? i've waited for this chance to talk to you, to ask you why you hate me, and to tell you that i like you."

"... you're kidding, right? is this one of your pranks? well, you aren't fooling- ow!" he flicks your forehead.

"you're really annoying sometimes."

"if you like me so much, why do you always annoy me?"

"because you're cute when you're mad."

you quickly shift your eyes towards anywhere but him. when did he learn to say things like that with that innocent cute face of his? it's also weird how you're fanning yourself while being surrounded on ice.

ice! you almost forget the pain in your ankle that restrained your go-to solution to every problem, running away from it. but you can't run away from jaeho now, both romantically and literally, because you can never see him the same as before again.

"hey, you! help me get out of the rink first then i- i'll give you an answer to your confession." you think that it'll help you buy more time than thinking of one right at the moment.

"i just felt that today, not really this moment while you're with a sprain, was the day i can finally confess. you didn't have to give me an answer right away." he smiles warmly towards you and you turn your head down, trying to hide your flustered face.

[letters-from-eros]

I know you don't have rules for that already but can I ask for relationship hc's for Chuuya and Dazai with a fem or gender neutral s/o?😳❤

A/N: Am I foaming from the mouth for my first BSD request? Maybe. I hope this is good though. I added in a short part on how they asked you out cause I wanted this to be different and unique from most dating HCs.

Pairing(s): Dazai Osamu, Chuuya Nakahara x GN!Reader

Warnings: Slight mention of suicide in Dazai's, cursing

Form: Headcanon

Also: These ran super duper long I'm so sorry

You managed to cuff the suicidal maniac, huh?

Well done, my friend, well done

It took him so long to ask you out, and even when he did it wasn't planned. In all honesty, he never planned to tell you about his feelings. The excruciating part for him is that he did fall pretty fast, and realized he was falling even faster.

He didn't deny them, that wouldn't make it go away. He knew that. He sat and let it festered, hoping it would just disappear at some point.

Had the mindset of anything he loved he'd lose, y'know? Sad but so.

The way I'd imagine it happening is that you both are either working late at the ADA (with just the two of you there) or just at his place hanging out into all hours of the night.

Both of you are laughing at some dumb joke Dazai made and as the laughter dies out he feels.. Bittersweet. You make him feel genuinely happy, like there's no need to put on any mask or facade. That was not a feeling he had with anyone else.

Once silence fully overtakes you both it slips out of his mouth, purely on accident.

"I love you"

"More than suicide?"

"Y/n I'm serious!"

From that night forward you had the pleasure of being the partner of Dazai Osamu, with his feelings being released in an extremely cliche coming-of-age-movie way.

Okay, onto actually dating Dazai

Still goofy as all hell. Honestly the only thing that has really changed is the he lets you in a lot less hesitantly on small things. Its easier to put cracks in his walls, per se

Unbothered by PDA and will probably make out with you in public and not see why that isn't a thing that should be done or why you wouldn't like it.

(Just tell him if you don't, he'll get over it eventually)

Will kiss you everywhere, doesn't exactly have a favorite place, but where he does end up kissing you the most is your forehead for convenience. He'll kiss your wrist if he's holding your hand, too.

Clingy as all hell, always wants to be touching you in some way and becomes the biggest dramatic bitch when he can't be around you.

Kunikida will actually punt him if he says he'll die if he's away from you for another second. For the tenth time

No more suicide attempts once you two are dating, and doesn't ask for a double suicide with you because he knows it'll upset you quite a bit

He flirts with you like he's trying to get you to date him lmao he will never ease up, especially if it gets you bashful.

Dazai would NOT be dating you if he did not trust you a whole lot, so thats something that is pretty vital to the relationship.

That being said, please be understanding of the pieces of Dazai he keeps locked away to never see the light of day again and trust him just as much as he trust you. Its important especially if you don't want the relationship to be one-sided

Also with the high amount of trust he places in you, he doesn't get jealous easily. I mean he may get pissy that you're not giving him any attention but jealous is never the right word to use

Mf finally washes his fucking clothes once he starts dating you. Doesn't smell like the bottom of the ocean on a regular basis anymore.

Dates are always chill and rarely super extravagant. Park dates are often but Dazai's truly preferred date is snuggling inside, watching a few movies and slipping in and out of naps.

Belladonna is his go-to petname for you, of course, but he may bounce around with other petnames for kicks.

He will start calling you weird shit if you ignore him for to long.

Never raises his voice at you unless its in some joking manner. On the rare occurrence that you two have an argument he would need to get extremely riled up before he resorts to raising his voice. He tries to have patience and usually succeeds.

Dazai gets SO soft and SO loving sometimes, and it can be out of no where or something minuscule could have sparked it. All I know is that its nice and cute 🥰

He's usually pretty vulnerable himself when he gets like that so match his energy, alright? If you don't he might end up a little sour for some short amount of time and be more hesitant to get like that

10/10 Lover. This is by no means an effortless relationship, its a constant battle of figuring out boundaries, running into walls and respecting them. Dating Dazai isn't toxic if you treat him right and when you do? It definitely pays off.

(This got so long. I've had so much pent-up Dazai love and all around BSD love and I finally had an outlet to completely let it out)

HUSBAND. THE LOML

Okay, sorry. But this man is the love of my life, and he will be yours as well.

Took him a while to really figure out his feelings for you, or to better put it, it took him a while to label the feeling he had towards you "love"

But ONCE HE DID mans was practically whipped before you officially started dating omg.

You could notice the shift in attitude when he figured out his feelings. He got nervous, went stiff and blushy all against his will. Maybe a tad bit more snappy.

He'd try to keep his cool and then just eat shit and become a babbling angry mess.

After every encounter and interaction with you he'd end up overthinking all of it and when he catches himself doing that he gets so upset with himself. It's really when he realized that he won't be able to keep his feelings a secret forever.

Definitely started avoiding you when planning on the 🌈perfect🌈 way to ask you out and blamed work if you asked him why he was avoiding you.

Anyway, the way he asks you out was almost as calculated as a proposal.

He asks you to meet him at the port and dress comfortably towards the end of the day

When you get there, Chuuya has a nice place set up for you both. A blanket and a bottle of expensive wine because we all know he's lowkey an alcoholic along with a very nice view of the ocean/port.

Chuuya made sure it didn't radiate too much romantic energy to give his plans away; also, he wasn't that nervous. Once he gets truly determined to do something, he doesn't let something like anxiety get in the way of it. The idea of being rejected was essentially an afterthough

Made an effort to make sure he didn't drink too much and neither did you. He didn't want to take advantage of the possibility of you being drunk by the time he asks you out and he knows he himself has a low tolerance

Once the sun began to set is when he asks. Stutters a little bit towards the beginning but smooths it out.

"Y/n, I uh.. I brought you to tell you that I love you."

"Have you drank too much already, Chuuya?"

"No! I'm completely sober!"

It was overall super cute and unforgettable, just as he planned.

Honestly, being in a relationship with this boy is just 🥰

Spoils you so much. You'll deadass be dripped out head to toe purely in stuff Chuuya has bought you.

Dw, he has an alright sense of fashion

Don't try to discourage him, that'll only get him to buy more stuff.

Chuuya's short and the concept of a size difference doesn't bother him at all, he'll find a way to kiss you regardless lol

On the topic of kissing, his favorite places are your lips and hands

He takes of his gloves whenever he's with you and let me tell you his hands are the softest things ever. Albeit his knuckles are a little calloused sometimes.

If you're anything like me, you'd want his soft hands on you 24/7 and y'know what? Chu would happily oblige.

He isn't like the biggest fan of PDA but certainly isn't against it. He'd rather keep things behind doors as much as he can. Holding hands and small kisses on the cheek are very fine by him.

He isn't like the biggest jealous type? He doesn't become overly irate or anything but certainly doesn't take any pleasure in watching you talk to other guys.

Chuuya does have some form of self restraint when it comes to that. Him getting a lil jealous is one of the only things that'll have him completely make-out with you in public or smth

Chuuya is very snuggly and touchy behind closed doors. He practically becomes Dazai but a lot less goofy

Oh yeah he definitely rants about how much he fucking hates Dazai now n again

Isn't huge on petnames but definitely calls you them every now and again.

Princess, babe and baby are his top few.

Chuuya definitely has a morning voice where it drops 2 octaves and its just 🥰

Never yells at you, its pretty shocking. The only times he's ever raised his voice with you is when its very obvious that he's not genuinely upset with you. Almost for comedic affect because it is angry short boy Chuuya

One may think arguments are often with Chuuya, but they're sort of not. He may be a pretty stubborn individual but he never argues to argue unless its Dazai-

He always works towards and agreement to end the argument as soon as possible. He keeps his cool and will never raise his voice. You can barely call them arguments because of how much he tries to keep his cool.

When he's stressed or had a bad day he gets extremely quiet because he doesn't even want the opportunity to open his mouth and take it out on you. The only words he'll say to you while he's in that state is that he's stress and you didn't do anything wrong just to make sure you're not worried over it.

All and all? Chuuya is the best and there's no way around it. He has his faults but always tries to improve and be his best self for you :)

(I had even more pent-up love for Chuuya and it got even longer, whoops-)