#like i know it was just an excuse but. it was sooo unnecessary.

[lloydfrontera]

'lloyd is very weak now and needs to marry so he'll have someone to protect him'- lloyd has the only grandmaster on the world following him around like a puppy. he has the most terrifying motherfucker on the world wrapped around his little finger. he has the one person in the world who can hit an absolute in the head and get away with it swearing in his heart to protect him no matter the cost over and over again.

lloyd made javier watch him die twice right in front of him just to keep him alive. there is no power on existence that could make javier allow anyone or anything to even think about harming lloyd again.

lloyd is fine

[lovelykhaleesiii]

I love Egg/chubby Aegon. I feel that it is so attractive. 😭 But hey, this morning at university I came up with a TOTALLY DISTURBING AND GROSS idea. I would love for you to accept this request and write to my tough, horny, BIG DICK Aegon together with a young wife (Helaena lives happily in the country with a man who loves her) redhead and "fragile" high on Dornish herbs begging her husband totally horrified at the idea of ​​sharing a bed with her husband's brother in the face of his lord's infertility. ‼️I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE.

I'm so sorry for my English, it's horrible.

we are the same, chubby Egg is god-tier to me 😫🥵 getting flustered just thinking of him!!

apologies this took me forever to respond to, I appreciate you sending in the request (& your English is fine) 💖 hope you enjoy x

Splendid Husband, Obedient Wife.

PAIRING: chubby!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader x Aemond Targaryen.

WORDS: 3,864.

WARNINGS: mentions of infertility, oral (female) receiving, p in v sexual intercourse, swearing, hint of cheating (?), mentions of alcohol abuse, NSFW.

A/N - gosh I hope you really like this, I got sooo carried away in the fic so apologies it turned out long, but I found my way back!!! idk why but since having a mini hiatus, I feel a little nervous writing, but here we are!! enjoy lovely x

These past few, joyous months had been memorable yet fleeting. Betrothed to the Prince himself, Aegon Targaryen, Second of His Name, neither of you could've imagined how overly satisfied you would have been with each other upon meeting. Aegon was breath-taken by you the moment he caught you lonesomely wandering through the stony, ancient castle corridors, meeting you hours before the scheduled feast. You were taken aback by your husband to be, having heard viper-quick whispers, his notorious reputation preceding him, initially made you doubtful the union would survive prior to having met the man. Although, Aegon had quashed such vile allegations with much determination.

He was tender when it came matters relating to you, not wishing to cause unnecessary haste and spectacle, he was surprisingly quite grounded. If he could avoid conflict, he would, you both rarely got into arguments since he always listened to your opinions, always probing and advocating for your to speak and voice your concerns or judgements. His persona quite charming and meek with you, exterior wise, he did impose more of an oppposing effect, which also could've explained why you remained so guarded during the initial acquaintance stage. He seemed rather ruggard and rough, his Targaryen blonde hair remained short and unkempt, unlike his younger brothers. The Prince over the years had also developed a larger frame, despite having kept up with regular combat training, his gluttonous appetite to feast and drink was far more impressive, than any other young man in court. If you were being frank, it was actually appealing to you: it made him look brute, convincing you he was a force not to be reckoned with, and it seemed many shared this mutual belief, for no one dared to openly spare with Aegon in the training yard nor during council meetings.

He was rather a splendid husband, and an even more seasoned lover.

He did confess, during his youth and prior to meeting you, he did spend most of his lonely nights in the carnal company of whores and prostitutes. Hearing widespread rumours, even before your betrothal, of the Prince having sired bastards with these unknown women, you'd never come to see of any 'proof' for Aegon did not relish in speaking nor rekindling of such desolate memories.

"I was in a terrible place, my dearest. And I know, that is no valid excuse for how I acted nor carried myself, and yet I somehow ended up so lucky... With you."

He was not proud of such dark endeavours, upon thorough reflection and now being a married man devoted to his wife, Aegon was regretful of his youthful decisions. Although, during such a dark time in his life, he did not think it possible for someone to love him. To genuinely love him, without any political agenda nor catch to the arrangement. And despite, your betrothal being arranged between two highborn houses, undeniably, your love naturally blossomed like a lily in the spring.

However, unsurprisingly, people often spoke quietly, amongst themselves, yet harshly of your union. Always eager to stir the pot, and with time having passed since the exquisite marriage ceremony, the target was you.

"It has been three long months, Aegon, and your wife is still not yet with child." His discerning mother provoked: Alicent conditioned from a young age, believed this to be a serious concern that she'd often expressed amongst you three in private.

Since the viscous rumours began to spread like sprouts of weed amongst the court, Alicent had been even more persistent with her eldest son to conceive an heir with you. And although, the sex with Aegon was far from scarce, you had not yet fallen pregnant, which eventually made you anxious, as to whether your body was capable to breed. The question that poisoned your mind, was whether the culprit of infertility was Aegon, himself, or you…

“And how are we to figure this out, Aegon? For all I know, I may be the rotten spouse, useless in performing her wifely duties. They’ll have you marry another, more vibrant, more fertile lady, as you toss me aside out of sight and mind,” You tensely spat, carefully seating yourself down by the foot of the king-sized bed, your mind anxiously pondering over your dreaded future. You had an awful habit of picking and biting your nails, and Aegon had grown familiar with this, a blatant sign of distress.

Hastily he knelt before you, his large, rough hands gripped over yours, to stop you from picking at yourself, his touch halting your haste train of thought.

“We shall figure this out, my dearest. Trust… I will find a solution. You need not to worry of what others think, nor would I ever think to discard you in such a way. You are mine, as I am yours. I am bound to you till the end of time.”

A faint, half-hearted smile beams against your tender face, as you focus and cup Aegon’s portly, familiar face. To think of the possibility, that you might be the reason hindering Aegon from having children of his own, pains your heart achingly and yet, through the adversity, he remains still unfalteringly by your side. The fears settle for now, as a warm calm washes over your body, tears that had initially swelled in your eyes from sadness, now shed with the relief of joy, as you plant a soft kiss on Aegon’s forehead. You have faith in your husband, as he remains devoted to you. You trust that Aegon’s determined nature, he will find a way to give you a child, whether the Gods deemed it natural or not…

****

“Aegon, dearest, you cannot be serious? I truly hope you realise, what you are asking of me!” You frustratingly shout, as Aegon storms towards you in a haste, his hands gesturing for you to quieten down, as he takes a quick glance towards the main door, before focusing his attention solely on you.

“Y/N, you and I both know this is the only way we could ever really know if either I am the problem or there may be something hindering you from carrying. It’s either this or I sleep with another woman. And I swore even before our marriage, I would never even think to look at another... And besides, if you happen to fall with child, the resemblance would be uncanny! No one would ever know besides us three, and it shall remain that way, right brother?-”

Instinctively, both Aegon and yourself gradually turned to face Aemond, who remained silently and comfortably seated on the opposing end of the room, near the active fireplace. He seemed distracted in his own deep thoughts, as his gaze lingered across the dancing orange flames, the shadows and light perfectly outlining the sharp details and silhouette of his face. Aegon called for him again, managing to snap the younger back to reality facing your direction. A stoic look remained donned across his handsome face, although his eye remained fixated on you.

"Yes. Of course. Not a living should shall hear of such... Treason," Aemond teasingly uttered, a sly smirk appearing on his face, as he playfully fiddled with some sort of stone in his long fingers. His eye turned from Aegon, to you before resuming the direction of the flames once more. He seemed unphased and yet he did not disagree to such an unlawful scheme.

Why that was, you could not say with certainty. Perhaps this could be something he could hold over Aegon's head, which only infuriated you more. Potentially passing his bastard son as Aegon's rightful heir... It was dangerous, although the only viable option. The pressure of the realm, the tiresome burden of the expectations felt all too real these past few weeks, and this option was the only source of relief.

"And what if I do not fall pregnant, then what, Aegon? You would have no use of me, I would mean nothing to you. You have sired bastards before with unknown women, why not yet with me-"

"Don't say that-" One hand immediately stretched out reaching over towards yours that dangled hopelessly by your side, and his other reaching over towards your flustered cheek, his thumb grazing over your soft skin.

His height, although not as tall as his youngest, still towered over your polite frame. The distance now closed, you could examine the heartache struck across his face, as his glistening, lilac eyes lingered over you.

"Don't you ever speak those words again. You mean everything to me. With or without a child, Y/N, I shall love you always. You are mine. Mayhaps I have had a few children, although that was when I was young and futile, perhaps the drinking has rendered me impotent..."

You remain defeated in silence, engraining Aegon's sincere words into the core of your troubled mind, although feel another lingering gaze peering towards you. Hesitantly you turn ever so slightly towards Aemond direction, only to notice he'd been observing you both intently the entire time, his head slightly tilted in your direction, you'd caught him watching from his peripheral vision. You couldn't help but notice a sorrowful hint across his face, the smirk that had once eagerly occupied his lips, now disappeared, remaining pursed, before his eye dropped towards the view of the stony, cold floor.

"Y-You promise you'll stay with me," Your voice softly broke, as you choked against your words. Hot tears began to swell in your eyes, for you felt the guilt of betrayal fester in the pit of your stomach. Aegon would argue that this be a lesson for his past transgressions, and yet he did not disprove nor fight... He accepted what needed to be done.

"I promise, baby. It'll just be like how we always do it, okay?" His hand that cupped your face, now gently gripped your chin, as his thumb traced over your bottom lip. His sweet, upturned smile gleaming on his face, as he stroked away the few tears that managed to stream down.

"You may prepare yourself however you need to brother, I'll get her ready."

****

Aegon stayed true to his word, he mindfully eased you into the act. Wanting to warm your body up for the hopeful conception, undressing you, soothing you into the mindset to fuck.

"Such a good, good girl for me, so obedient."

He breathlessly whispered, in between each passionate kiss. His larger frame hovered atop of yours sprawled against the wide, soft bed. His trousers remained on, however his chest bare, his fleshy tummy pressed against your own, weighing you down as one hand glid gently across the sides of thigh, whilst the other supported your neck, shoving your face deeper into his as you kissed. Aegon being slightly heavier, he often succumbed to his weight, pinning himself down even more against your smaller body, and in this precise moment, you could feel his throbbing cock hardening against your exposed cunt.

"Hmm, Aegon-" You carelessly moan, the heat of your breath leaving a small, fade of moisture against his plump skin, as his lips escape yours.

He begins to leave a soft, wet trail of kisses down your neck line, making his way slowly towards the cleavage of your breasts, causing your body to eagerly shudder against his suckling motion. Hitting your sensitive spot, a small giggle escaped your lips, and moments after, you could feel Aegon's smile appearing against your skin in response.

"That's it baby, be the good girl that I know you are for me-"

As he repositioned his body further down, aligning his face towards the entrance of your now moist cunt, your gaze from the ceiling, as you opened your lustful eyes, down towards Aegon, you momentarily glimpsed as he gestured for his brother to join, tilting towards your direction.

Aemond now stripped naked, his body far more slimmer and lean than his older brother, you easily noticed the trace and outline of his prominent muscles. Although you greatly favoured Aegon's body and layer of fat that molded against his muscles, you could not deny that Aemond was a handsome figure also. It seemed the image of the Targaryens, regardless of shape nor size, were created authentically and yet so perfectly, by the favour of the Gods.

Laying himself cautiously down by your side, as though not to tease the risk of startling you, your unphased focus remained reciprocated towards each other, and yet there was no hesitation on Aemond's part, as his hand reaching over towards your face, as his long fingers gently seeped their way into the strands of your hair.

"Do not fret, Y/N. I am only here to perform my duty to the realm-"

And without a second to spare, Aemond's defined lips plummeted down against yours, where Aegon's once met. You felt that dreadful feeling beginning to entice in the depths of your stomach, an uneasy feeling churning as his tongue managed to peak its way through the gap of your mouth. Although, the sudden, reassuring squeeze of Aegon's hand in yours, as he looked up towards you, a small, warm smile reappearing on his face, your felt yourself beginning to give into the kiss.

"My sweet, sweet girl," Aegon's familiar, deep voice proclaimed, before his face began to comfortably nestle between your inner thighs. His mouth now agape at your entrance, his warm, wet tongue now began to lap at your wet folds, licking up the wetness that began to seep through, shoving himself deeper and deeper as he ate you out.

"Hmm", a low growl escaped your beloved husband's ravenous mouth, as Aegon's hands each snaked around your soft thighs, firmly pulling your legs further and further apart, in an attempt to widen the space to accomodate for his broad frame. Although he also felt the primal urge to widen your entrance more, as he delved his thick tongue deeper into your cunt, burying his face into the sensitive crevice of your wet entrance. He was known for his large appetite and that never stopped with feasts, he was always starving for your sweet, delicate taste.

As Aegon remained occupied below, Aemond found himself beginning to gain confidence and familiarity up top. Remaining by your side, slightly higher above you, his lean arms now snaked around your waist, in a poor and slight attempt to turn your body more towards him, as his lips remained encased against yours. Although, with Aegon's weight below, pinning you down from turning completely, your upper body remained slightly tilted towards him, one of his hands supporting your back from beneath as to not strain you, whilst the other began to firmly massage the swollen cup of your breast.

"A-Aemond-" You pleasantly whisper, uncertain of whether you wished for the moment to cease nor continue, you could not say. Aegon's tongue encircling your clit, whilst Aemond massaged the sweet spots of your tender breast, you lost the power of your own consciousness, helpless against the actions of the Targaryen brothers.

"Say it, Princess. Say my name, just like that-"

"Aemond" You moaned again, obedient to the younger brother's stern words, that he growled against your ear, it naturally sent a thrill of shivers coursing down your spine. Instinctively, a visceral reaction to the electrifying licking of Aegon's tongue between your inner folds, often grazing over your clit, your hips thrust forward, as your back arched, craving for more.

The oozing remnants of your cum that escaped Aegon's eager, ravenous mouth, would drip through the gaps and crevices down your inner thighs. Traces smothering against Aegon's plump cheeks form the jerky movements the sprung between you two.

"Okay brother, she's ready when you are-" And without a minute to spare, as though the brothers miraculously communicated telepathically, they jumped into action. Aegon breathless, stood himself up from the bed, leaving his younger brother to finish his mess. He attended to himself, hastily wiping his mouth clean with his hand, licking your sweet aftertaste from his fingers, as though he'd just devoured a succulent roast, savouring the moment, as he seated himself by the vacant seat near the dim fireplace. Aemond on the other hand, now positioned himself swiftly over you, his tip hovering over your entrance, before easing himself in. You'd closely noticed he was not as thick as his brother, as you easily took his mass between your folds, he did not stretch you out as his eldest brother would, however his cock was long and veiny, able to bury himself deeper into you.

"Are you okay?" He uttered, his eye fleeting over your tender, flustered face. You hadn't realised the precise moment he'd removed the notorious black, leather eye patch, as now a sapphire gem glistened back at you, in replacement of his lost eye.

"Y-Yes, I'm okay."

Slowly, ever so carefully, Aemond began to pace his thrusts, adjusting to your walls naturally clenching around his cock, you were unaware of whether Aemond had previously laid with a woman or not, although he seemed knowledgable enough to know what was required of him and how it needed to be done...

"Fuck-" He lowly moaned, as he shut his eyes instinctively, gradually beginning to fasten his pace. Aegon was often sloppy and slow when it came to fucking you, occasionally when he was close to his climax did he manage to gather some speed, although being a larger man, his endurance was easily exhausted, and he required periods of rest. Otherwise, he much preferred you working for it.

Aemond on the other hand, was eager to gain momentum himself, rather him putting in the effort. His body began to weight itself down against the forces of gravity, shoving and readjusting himself between your legs. Your arms had instinctively wrapped around Aemond's back, clinging to his muscular shoulders, for steadiness. You took his readjusting as a sign to bend them further up, bringing your knees up forward, as many woman had advised you in private councils, this to be an effective method to successfully take a man's seed.

You ashamedly couldn't bring yourself to turn to face Aegon, uncertain if he watched on closely as his younger brother fucked himself inside his own wife, or if he dared not burn the image into his memory. Regardless, it was happening, and if he wanted to he could've stopped it in a heartbeat, although no protest came from his end.

"Ugh, fuck-" Aemond repeatedly uttered, his breathing more shallow and fast, his head now resting against the side of your head, his grip on your hip and the other behind the crook of your sweaty neck tightened naturally. You mustered all the possible strength and will power you could, to not moan in response to Aemond's penetration, your lips pressed and pursed tightly, against the feeling of his cock throbbing intensely from within, occasionally managing to hit your sweet spot. His long, platinum hair had been he'd tied back into a low ponytail, as to keep it away from irritating your face, although your fingers found their way towards the back of his scalp, eagerly tugging at its roots.

"I'm so fucking close-" He panted, before groaning audibly, you were certain Aegon heard... Almost a bashful look struck across his chiseled, sweaty face, as he failed to maintain eye contact with you, turning to look up towards the head of the bed. It made you blush to think that you were causing such a visceral, feral reaction from the younger Prince.

The feeling of his warm load coating your insides, caused a much anticipated exhale of breath to escape your moist mouth, leaving your chest to heave in exhaustion, as your tits jiggled with each breath. Aemond's remained inside for a few minutes, making sure you took all of his seed well enough, he took the moment to compose his breathing too, as his hands stretched out on each side, cowering over you.

"The deed is done, brother-" Aemond breathlessly, uttered, as now he removed himself from within you, standing himself up off the bed, whilst Aegon returned to your side.

Hastily, he grabbed a set of fluffed pillows, from the head of the bed, positioning them just below your hips and bottom, causing your lower body to incline.

"Stay like this baby, it will help let the seed travel through you." He'd also managed to gather a blanket for you, as he covered your naked self, seating himself by your side, as he prepared a wet cloth to wipe over your forehead.

Still slightly breathless, you couldn't help though feel the hot tears begin to swell and fall from your eyes, as you examined what you had assumed was a dejected look on Aegon's face. You felt immensely guilty, and had wished he had not witnessed what he'd witnessed.

"I-I'm so sorry Aegon, how could you ever look at me the same."

His brows furrowed in haste, saddened once more by your words, he edged himself closer towards you, shushing you easily like a babe.

"Don't you ever think that, Y/N. This was my plan, my decision. I need to know if I am truly the problem, and if so what is to be done. This had to happen baby, do not think otherwise... Be thankful, Aemond was a willing candidate, he will not speak a word of this rest assured."

You stifle your cries, as Aegon parallel wipes away your fallen tears, and the strands of mottled hair. Aemond in the meantime, remains quiet and reserved, occupied with redressing himself, perhaps he too, feels ashamed.

"You promise to stop the drinking, no more ale, or wine or beer. And that you'll see the maester for some cure or remedy?" You persist, as you reach to grab Aegon's hand in yours.

"I promise I will," Aegon utters, leaning down towards you as he plants a soft kiss on your warm forehead, exchanging soft smiles with one another.

You turn to face Aemond with a thankful look, although he immediately cowers his gaze towards the floor.

"Perhaps I should leave-" Aemond awkwardly suggests, his focus fleeting from his brother to you, only to return back towards the ground, the faint sounds of his feet shuffling anxiously.

"Aemond-" You stretch out a hand over towards the mattress, and hesitantly Aemond returns the favour, holding your hand in his.

"I, well- We both do genuinely appreciate you for doing this. I understand it's an unimaginable thing to ask of someone, especially the secrecy that is to come with it, but rest assured... If the Gods do bless me with a child, I shall be honoured for you to remain present in the babe's life."

Aemond slowly nods his head in agreement to your words, a shy smile forming over his handsome, young face as your grip of him tightens reassuringly.

"The honour was mine, that you both entrusted me with this responsibility. I would wish for nothing more than that, thank you, Y/N. Although, I trust you both shall make dutiful, happy parents, by the efforts you both have gone to... The babe shall be blessed with a loving family, indeed."

[brekker-by-brekkerr]

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You being 21 and immature af explain a little bit but are you really telling me you think creasida is better than Pen??? Really??? Cressida, the woman who ridiculiza the fat girl in every Ball she sees her in s1 and s2*?? Cressida who step on Pen dress wheb she saw her finallg talking to a man??? Cressida who blackmail Pen??? Creasida who throw a drink in Pen dress?? Who said awful things to a fat girl???

Holy shit!! She is better than Pen???

I specifically indicated that I did not want Pen stans to interact with me or my posts because the ones who can't just go about their day after seeing an opinion different than theirs usually feel the need to be rude about it (like calling me immature when you're the one coming into my ask box to argue with me about an opinion about a TV show. If 21 is sooo young and I'm soo immature then move on).

Yes, I do think Cressida is better than Pen. (Also, I don't recall Cressida even mentioning Pen's weight when she makes rude comments to her.) Do I think everything she did was right? No, of course not, and I have not seen Cressida fans say so.

But let's unpack the difference in their actions and their motivations.

Cressida grew up extremely isolated, with a father who's awful, with a mother who drills into her the mindset that it's every woman for herself. This does not excuse her actions but it makes it very clear why she would behave the way she did. Her actions align with this mindset in the earlier seasons, until Cressida finally has one friend and you know what she does? She begins self-reflecting and changing her ways.

Pen has not experienced the same level of isolation as Cressida. Say what you will about Penelope's family, I get that they did not treat her as well as they should have, but her mother let her have her interests. She let Pen read, she let Pen go befriend whoever she wanted to. It would be one thing for Pen to feel overlooked and use LW as a way to voice her opinions like I've heard she does in the books, but it's another to use it as a weapon against other women, constantly harming others' reputations and making unnecessary digs at other people, like the comments she made ON THE DAY of the queen's grandchild's funeral.

Pen's actions have so much worse consequences for other people than Cressida's. Cressida, who is already being considered a spinster by others so her opinion is not valued as much, being rude during a ball does not have the same effect as publicly making comments about other women in a paper that people put so much value in. For example, Pen exposing Marina through LW almost led to Marina being on the street while pregnant. That is 100x worse than stepping on someone's dress. It does not matter that Marina being homeless wasn't the outcome, because just because Daphne stepped in and helped her doesn't mean that the harm wasn't done. If Daphne hadn't stepped in, then Marina's life would have been ruined. And Pen is out here taking shots in LW at people who have never done anything to her, like Kate and Edwina and Daphne.

Lady Whistledown's word matters to these people. Gossip and social standing are everything to these people, and LW's word is golden to them. Someone being mean in one moment in a ballroom does not have the lasting weight of something being published in LW and the show itself proves this time and time again.

Also, the writers make it very clear why Cressida blackmails Penelope. She is backed into a corner and is scrambling for a solution. She was about to be shipped off to live with someone who we're told is likely worse than her current awful family situation. Her entire life is crumbling around her and the one friend she has ever made has abandoned her. Pen could have afforded the original blackmail fee so it's not like Cressida was asking this unattainable awful thing of her.

So yeah. One person saying mean things to another, who shows self-awareness and growth as soon as she experiences positive female friendship and starts to learn that you don't have to see the world the way she'd been raised to see it, is nowhere near as bad as someone who uses her platform to continually tear other people's lives down.

Kindly please stop sending me these asks though because I made it clear that I did not want to talk with Pen stans about her and also have made sure to tag my posts properly.

[hiddenmoonbeam]

Sirius comes out to James and his knee-jerk reaction is "you're not in love with me right?"

How does that make him feel?? 😌

Ohhhh thank you for the excuse to actually make this a post 😌 so like I said in dms yesterday, I do love James being understanding and supportive, but also. This is such a typical and tactless response, it's so unnecessary but he's shocked and doesn’t know what to say because it's Sirius, his best mate, he loves him but not like that of course, ugh. And there's never been anything strange with their closeness, they simply click, but now everything they have rushes through his head and he really really really doesn't want this to mean Sirius is into him. It's nervous and uncomfortable and he laughs a little as he says this, with dawning horror in his eyes. And Sirius sees this happen, hears those stupid words, and something breaks in him.

Now, this is sooo good both in a wolfstar and prongsfoot scenario. If Sirius isn't into James he now risks losing his platonic soulmate just because he was honest about himself and needed his best friend to talk to about his actual crush, but James is clearly uncomfortable anyway and every touch and closeness that used to be so normal between them now feels tense. So Sirius withdraws from him.

And ohhhh god Sirius being in love with James??? Not actually expecting to have a chance because he knows James only has eyes for Lily... but he needs to tell him half of the truth at least. And then that response. Maybe he hesitates a second too long before he denies it, and James wants to believe him but can't. So as above, everything's uncomfortable and tense and Sirius is heartbroken. Sirius pulls away, not knowing where else to turn because if not even James accepted him, why would their other friends do?

...and then the horrible distance between them makes James miss Sirius so terribly, and he realizes he might in fact be in love with him too<3

[sarnai4]

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This is something I noticed and am very curious if anyone else has too. Spoiler alert for RTTE. Is it just me or did both Grimborn brothers just randomly start hating Dagur? I think the first interaction between Dagur and Ryker was in "Night of the Hunters'" after the Riders tried to escape and it failed. Dagur makes a suggestion to kill one via throwing them off the side, Heather counters that to say they should spare them for Viggo, and Ryker just immediately implies that Dagur's an idiot. It's almost funny how unnecessary this was. It's also amusing to me how Ryker OF ALL PEOPLE would say, "Know who got the brains in your family." Excuse me, good sir, but you are not one to talk when you're taking orders from your baby brother, THE Viggo Grimborn. Hypocrisy aside, what Dagur said wasn't even foolish and would have actually been a smart move if they wanted to discourage the others. The Berkians would have been absolutely devastated if one of them had died that day. Instead, Ryker goes with Heather's plan, insults Dagur, and hits him on the back.

Just about every scene with them is like this. Heather even defends Dagur when Ryker complains in a later episode after seeing that not all the Riders left the Edge like Dagur wanted them to. In the same one, Ryker and Dagur find out that there were deserters. Dagur asks who and is upset when he learns that a Grimborn cousin turned traitor. Makes sense. He hates traitors and is a family-oriented person. This would shock him and he's always been an outspoken guy. When Ryker starts growling at him, he backs off and decides to suggest a new plan to make up for the losses. End of the tension, yes? The thing that was upsetting Ryker has stopped and now he can be calm again? Nope. He starts choking Dagur. Again, it nearly makes me laugh because it really comes out of nowhere. Why is he even mad at this point? Was Ryker that offended about Dagur talking about his turncoat cousin that even when he stopped, he still needed to be choked out?

This isn't even the last thing he does! In "Maces and Talons Part 2," Ryker threatens Dagur in case he thinks about hurting Viggo. I find this very amusing since this is the same man who had recommended killing Heather and is part of the idea to have Dagur imprison his own sister. But family means sooo much...when that family is Ryker's.

Viggo has way less scenes with Dagur, but they still manage to all be very passive aggressive. In his first line directed to Dagur alone, he practically calls him an imbecile, wondering if there are "any brains under all those scars and tattoos." Note to self: don't play a game with Viggo because you'll get your feelings hurt. Since we came in on the end, maybe Dagur really was just taking that long, but I also feel like his level of patience wouldn't have let him stand there for minutes on end without doing anything besides figuring out his next play. Since we've also seen Viggo insult Ryker's intelligence, I think this one is just because that's who he is and he will never respect someone he thinks is more of a physical threat. He's now making me think of that "mean nerd" trope in some stories where they try to bully the jocks by making them feel less than in other ways.

Viggo does take this a little further and have his first snappy scene too. This, of course, is directed at Dagur because why wouldn't it be? Not to sound like a broken record, but this doesn't feel necessary either. Yes, Dagur was being snarky, but Viggo also asked a pretty obvious question. Dagur would obviously know that the dragons were free if they're flying right above them. He just wanted to contribute to the plan since he is a chief in his own right. Not wanting to listen is one thing and I could understand Viggo not wanting to use someone else's ideas, but to say in a matter of words, "Fool, you exist to follow orders. Don't think. I'll do that for you," is a little bit of an overreaction.

The dramatic irony of this is how their hatred was warranted, but they didn't know it. Dagur really never was on their side and was planning to kill them, so unless a deleted scene happened where he just cursed out everyone with Grimborn blood, maybe they intuitively knew something was off with him. If neither of those happened, I think the Grimmies just decide to pick on the new guy and see how long it would take for him to turn on them.

[tadpolesonalgae]

ICBMTHY is sooo good. it gave me a lot of thoughts!

i know it wouldn't make sense for eris to be nice but that was so mean and for absolutely no reason? i hope she kicks his ass more but i also think this friendship would be what she needs to grow a backbone because right now it's painful to watch but the ic clearly isn't helping and azriel is making it worse

also azriel is being so mean too and i know it's for the angst but my dude really interrupted her booty call for no reason and then trapped her into a conversation to call her a burden like i know you've picked up better conversation skills in 500 years. like he's kinda right in saying she is naive (second hand embarrassing inducing so) and doesn't know how things work... then sit her down and explain it to her instead of attacking her, i would have jumped out of his arms and wouldn't even care about what happened to me bc i know he'd blame himself

ALSO her powers seem interesting, she glows?? like starfall?? that sounds fun and it kinda sounds that eris might be the one to help her with those powers at least for now (that line saying the ic would pounce on her powers and do all kinds of things to get them to work is so true though that's one of the things that annoys me the most about them)

anyway this story is seriously so good, i think you might be my favorite writer on tumblr. you genuinely know how to keep a story engaging and still have it make sense instead of just filling it with unnecessary smut to make up for it, even your heavily spicy ones always give something at least in the background. also i like how you play with characters, i think a lot of people write character too ooc but you manage to take the essence of the characters and change them how you need them without losing their true self. like how you write dark az and in this story he's kind of acting like an asshole but you still see bits and pieces of azriel in all of them

Honestly I agree Eris was a little OOC in that swan part—I’m deciding he was stressed from Father Vanserra breathing down his neck and he needed the comedic relief :)

But hey! She ended up actually doing something about it, maybe he will help her grow a little backbone—or rather feel it’s okay to hit back sometimes!

And yeah, poor Bas 😕 He was READY (I can’t promise any more of him though, I’m sorry 😭)

Things kind of escalated way too quickly when they were flying together; I’m putting that down as the whole IC being incredibly wary of Eris because of the Mor incident, and also the Autumn Court isn’t exactly known for being particularly fair or welcoming, so it’s kind of believable Eris would inherit those traits from his father :/

Also I feel like a surprisingly big part of angst (for me at least) is the edge of humiliation? How reader allows herself to be degraded and doesn’t really fight back or protest against it because she doesn’t see it as being wrong, more that it’s expected/deserved? I think most people respond stronger if it’s their dignity that’s being targeted, which helps with the angst because of how low one has to go to deliver a blow like that :)

I’m so excited to write more about her powers and how they manifest!!! Also about who’s going to try to help her, but who’s going to actually succeed in helping her and then how she manages with the new development!!

I suppose with Silver Flames (I know some people have mixed feelings about how the characters were written) they’d just been through a second war (civil war??) where they came so close to loosing so much, and despite how most of the IC has already been through one, I can’t imagine you can become desensitised to something as bloody as open, gratuitous murder to such a massive scale.

Anyway, that was a long-winded way of saying I can see how so many mistakes were made in the aftermath of the devastation of war. It’s not an excuse or a justification but I really don’t think it would be realistic for the characters to come out unscarred from a second war.

That last paragraph is just— thank you

I’m so happy people find those fics to be suitably engaging, and enough to continuously choose to interact with them.

The fact alone that you’ve taken your time to articulate how you feel is so important to recognise for me.

Playing with what certain characters might do while keeping it relatively believable is something I try to do, and it means so much to me that you think I’ve succeeded 🧡

[kinemonsassbiter]

MY THOUGHTS ON YAMATO

Yamato has a mixed rep in fandom, because someone can't stand her while others adore. It would be obvious what i myself think about this oni through my text.

To be short I'm her slander /s. And if i want to make it long...

I have several big problems with Yamato that makes it hard for me to enjoy this character in any sense.

1. She doesn't feel as if this character should even belong in here.

Feels as if Yamato either from absolutely different anime or as if she decided to came in plot too late. I'm not talking about how OP Yamato is (even if it is kinda true and makes her look a bit like Mary Sue), if that was the only problem i would not mind it any sense abd be be just very happy. Yamato just... doesn't sit with me right, she got too late into arc to really gave her space to show out. Despite how much i love Wano there was no way on adding whole new important character right in 3rd act at fucking final battle AND make it not stand out as something unexpected (in a bad way). I'm very happy that she didn't sailed with Strawhats, but it makes her words on joining Luffy & co even more strange because...

2. It makes Yamato useless and unnecessary plot device.

Not just in sence that Yamato would be unnecessary in team but just in general. Most of her actions either can get cut off and nothing is going to change, or that action could've been done by anyone but her. Luffy would have beat Kaido either way, Momonosuke would have overcome own fears either way, etc. Her only important part of story - is Ace flashback. And even it feels for me...forced. That's all. The saddest part is - Yamato in end of acr is exactly THE SAME character we first in her first appearance. She wanted to be free and be Oden - she still wants to be free and be Oden. No change. Yamato don't have any mental conflicts at this point, even these little that we were shown are happening in flashbacks and not in our time. That's really bad. Even her conflicts about self-identity got wasted because...

3. "I'm Oden" thing is not funny.

This joke was funny the first time, the second time, the others time it was rather annoying at best and creepy and worst. I know why Yamato does that - thanks to Kaido being a shitty father - but it is not an excuse for this obsession looking rather less disturbing. I kinda feel sad for Momo and Kin to be honest. Imagine seeing some stranger calling themselves with name of your dead father/friend that you cared for very much. It is kinda better in anime but in manga it's rather makes Yamato look more unlikable (and Oda knows that for sure). She adores and respects Oden sooo much yet doesn't show it to his son and friend(with not respecting their plead to stop), isn't it kinda fucked up? Just imagine how good of character arc it would be if Yamato actually was able to understand that it isn't healthy, grow out from it and rethink own choice and accept own personality as Yamato and not pretend to he someone else? But we didn't get it in any place) (btw if i will see someone tagging Yamato's art with Oden's name once more I'm going to fucking die. I want to see OTHER hot ass tall himbo thank you)

4. Her personality is a cake with nothing.

Expect that Oden thing there was nothing interesting for me to look at. Yes another silly himbo. And? We already saw characters like this before, why i should care about other one?

I feel like i can go for a very long time on other parts on why i don't like this character and think she is overrated, but this is the biggest problems i thought about while re-reading one piece.

I hope she isn't going to actually join the Strawhats either way unlike Momonosuke and Kin'emon (who i think deserved it way more)

If you will say that I'm just simping over other chars and not being rational - Yes. That's all.

[repurposedmeatlocker]

6, 12, 26, 33, 42 and 47 for the movie ask? <3

6. Favorite movie from the 90's I technically already answered this one with a whole list of films....BUT WHATEVER. I realized I didn't add Toy Story (1995) and Toy Story 2 (1999). I love them both, and they honestly hold up super well for cgi animated films from that decade. The first one is especially kind of wonky, but I never really noticed that as a kid. I think because the story and acting is so well done, and choosing the focus to be toys was so clever for the technological constraints of the time.

12. Are you against book-to-movie adaptions? I wouldn't say I'm "against" it. Some of my favorite films are book-to-movie adaptions. A lot of films transition to the medium really well. Some are even more engaging to me than the book. That being said, I think it is RARE for instances like that to happen. Kind of a shot-in-the-dark. More often then not, when I read a book before and even after watching the film adaption, my first thought is "oh this is a lot better". As a result, I try to account for them as their own thing with individual merits rather than a direct comparison. I DO think that some choices for film adaption are unnecessary, because I cannot fathom how someone could take the book and make it into a film that is actually good and/or better than its original form. I don't think someone should necessarily be stopped from trying. Maybe they will surprise me. It has happened. Not often enough for me to be enthusiastic though.

26. Best experience going to the movies? I've definitely talked about it before, but it would have to be seeing Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker with my friends in 2019. We were all unashamed haters, and were lucky enough to be in a packed theatre also full of haters. The engagement from the audience was so visceral and fun, we didn't feel any shame laughing/clapping at inappropriate times. When Ray came onscreen for the first time someone yelled "hot!" Apologies for anyone in that theatre actually trying to enjoy the movie, but also it was Rise of Skywalker, that shit was just laughably bad.

33. An overrated movie Barbie (2023). I wasn't exactly over-the-hill excited about it when it was announced. I chalked it up to me just not being that into Barbie dolls as a kid. Then everyone started shouting really obtuse praises and I was a bit curious. When I actually saw it I was just like "that is it? This is what people were calling "sublime feminist cinema"? This is what conservatives all through the United States were getting scared of?" I don't know. No shame to anyone who the film did speak to. I sincerely love that for you. I'm just a bit tired of people using that as an excuse to call ANYTHING they like "nuanced" or "high cinema" without irony. I don't think I would be as bitter as I am towards the movie if people appreciated it as it was: a campy, fun summer flick. Sometimes a film is just that, and that is ok! We don't have to call everything "high cinema" in order for it to be valid and treated seriously.

42. Films you wanted to watch, but never got around to watching? SOOO MANY. My watchlist is so huge. Generally, ANY David Lynch film, ANY Cronenberg film, and ANY John Waters film. I sincerely don't know why I've been putting these off for so long despite being aware of them for so many years and actively WANTING to see them. At this point there isn't a good excuse anymore.

47. Favorite road trip film Thelma & Louise (1991) is so good. I cannot sing it enough praise. Closely followed by A Goofy Movie (1995), genuinely.

[larabiatasstuff]

Sooo......I may have been the one who asked you about the character vs character question, thank you for answering that by the way. And I love your choices! Especially taligaro! How would you feel about writing a story where they fight over you? I bet taligaro would beat the knave hands down! Xxx

Oh I really like that request. I'll absolutely write that for you🖤 I'm glad you liked my character choice. 🙏

Being the first female instructor for the royal army was amazing. It took a little time until I got the respect I earned but now, nobody questioned my decisions anymore. It was a sunny afternoon when I taught my soldiers how to parry enemy attacks when suddenly queen Mirana approached us. "My queen, is there anything I can help you with?" "Oh Y/N, there's no need for formalities. I was just taking a walk and thought it would be interesting for you to hear that the general and Stayne are fighting each other in the courtyard." "Excuse me, they do what?" I asked. "Oh yes and I heard your name very often. Would you be so kind and go check on them before someone gets hurt?" "Of course my queen." then I turned to my soldiers "You are dismissed, we see each other tomorrow." with that I ran over to the courtyard where Tal and Stayne were having a heated argument. "What on earth are you doing? Queen Mirana said she saw you fighting, what is this all about?" I said and turned their attention to me. Stayne took a few steps towards me, giving me a friendly smile. "First of all it's lovely to see you Y/N the general and I were talking about the upcoming festivities and of course I told him that you should definitely go with someone who knows manners and how to behave, someone like me." "Bullshit Y/N and I know each other since we were kids. She'll choose me of course." Tal said. "Stop it both of you! So you want to tell me that all this drama is just about who I'm going to the ball with? Have you even considered asking me for a second?" they both looked at each other. "I take that as a no. Really guys this is so unnecessary." I said shaking my head. "Of course I thought about having a word with you Y/N but the heart of a lovely woman like you deserves to be captured by a real man, so I challenge you general Taligaro to a duell for the hand of the lovely Y/N!" "Oh yeah? Well you can have that Stayne I'll kick your ass so hard your grandchildren won't be able to sit properly." Tal said holding out his sword.I sighed "Alright listen if this is the only way for you to solve this, so be it. But please don't hurt each other we have to train the new recruits. Alright get in fighting stance aaaand go." As soon as I gave them the signal they both started lunging at each other and the sound of metal clashing on metal echoed through the courtyard. Stayne was a giant compared to Tal and it looked like he had the upper hand but Tal was fast and agile. He managed to block most of his attacks and landed a few hits himself. He was so fast that Stayne lost his focus, stumbled and fell to the ground. Taligaro standing above him holding his sword to his throat. "Okay that's enough, Tal you won. Come take my hand Stayne I help you up." I said pulling him to his feet "Soooo does that mean we're going to the ball together?" Tal asked wearing a huge smile. I rolled my eyes at him. "Yes Tal that means we're going to the ball under one condition, you two will behave and at least try to get along alright? You cost me a whole training session today. So if you'd excuse me I have to be somewhere else." with that I made my way to the quarters wearing a smile on my face, I mean who could say that two handsome men are fighting each other because of you.

[mariailoveyou-guerin]

Jiaras obx kie fans thinking we hate or dislike kiara so much because she turned pope down or she didn’t like him back which isn’t even true bc okay a lesbian didn’t like a boy that’s not something to be mad about nor be angry or hate kie for but there is so many reason to not like or even hate her for, she did so much sh*t JB too to pope and jj who are my personal favs in the boat show!

1. Kie spent all of s1 only caring about JohnB and his issues not once did she consider pope or jj feelings or care when pope lost literally everything bc of them and jb like his scholarship his future his parents being mad at him etc that’s one, 2. Being the fact that when pope said he loved her she was so unnecessary cruel to him like sure she didn’t like pope ok that’s fine she could’ve turned him down easily but she didn’t she was brutal mean and horrible when JB kissed without her consent all she did was smile and say what are you doing jb but pope pouring his heart out to her and she’s yelling at him saying it’ll never happen! Y’all see the problem she was so nice and calm with jb just kissing her out of the blue but blew up in pope face that’s why me personally don’t like her for 1 but also other reasons like how she talks to them jj and pope how she always act like she’s better then jj how she acts like he’s disgusting or dumb

also y’all think we were mad she broke up with him no it was the way she played him lead him on all the time she was the one to incite everything the kiss them to you know she acted like it was all in his head which was so wrong but she apologised sincerely something she didnt for anything she did in s1 but at least she did now and pope was so mature and understanding for 16 year old who got his heart ribbed out of chest by his bff first love, so yeah can’t personally fault her or hate for that bc she didn’t feel the same way which is fine she tried thought she would but didn’t that’s not her fault and we would never hate her for it! It was just her leading him on playing with him his feelings felt like she just was messing with him and his feelings just to be cruel at first that was sooo fucked up but she really tried tho and gotta give her respect for it and she ended before it went on way to long even tho she should’ve before they slept together but again she’s child too and she made some mistakes! Just wanted to make it clear why she wasn’t liked by pope jj fans I personally wont can’t forgive her for the way she treated pope and jj in s1 but everything else nothing to forgive she apologised the person who’s forgiveness meant anything already gave it to her so how dare we hate her, hold grudge for that

Since I see new fans coming into the show now that s3 was announced an old fans hate for pope is back bc of kie and jiara shippers using it as excuse to hate him for no rzn saying shit like pope just mad kie likes jj and not him so he’s mean to her when all he was upset very sad validly so + as if jiara had even been confirmed in show

Found some people who got it Kie sh*t for the way she treated pope all s1 and s2 that’s why we hate her got it

the way she was just constantly awful cruel to pope for no reason was so unnecessary like fcvk her that bitch+ when he said he wanted to do that surf thing she said same but when pope said he wanted what she wanted she got so mad at him and started yelling at pope like she’s such a bitch mean awful annoying brat character

[simplylove101]

2023 Horror Challenge: [57/?]

↳“Just keep your eyes on the monitor.” Five Nights at Freddy's (2023) dir. Emma Tammi

Plot: A troubled security guard begins working at abandoned Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, where he discovers its four animatronic mascots move and kill anyone that is still there after midnight.

Starring: Josh Hutcherson, Elizabeth Lail, Piper Rubio, Mary Stuart Masterson & Matthew Lillard

So, I watched this last night. I'm gonna be honest upfront, all I ever knew about this franchise is from the couple of YouTubers I've watched play the game and I vaguely remember watching my own cousin play it once too. Otherwise, I don't pretend to know any of the lore. And yet, I was really excited to watch this some reason. Probably because I went in it expecting a goofy fun time watching killer animatronics terrorizing poor Josh Hutcherson (who I'm quite rather fond of actually). I think that's all I really wanted, whether it actually be good or not. Now, it was impossible to completely avoid the negative reviews I'd been hearing the hours leading up to me actually watching it, which kinda sucked cuz I wanted to go in with an open mind, but then it also helped with my expectations. I did have a feeling that Matthew Lillard's role was rather limited but it is nice to see his return to the horror genre since he's kinda a horror icon, despite him not getting much to do here. From a non-gamer, I do get the hate though as just a regular viewer personally. It was always a battle if they were gonna be able to make this thing work within a PG-13 rating. I mean, M3GAN was able to, but that movie had a lot more fun with its concept than this one seems to want to. For a Blumhouse Production, I was just expecting more from it. At least in regards of the fun. Something, I don't know. It just felt they were trying a little too hard to make the story about more than his job at Freddy's (which I can understand) but it also felt so unnecessary and kinda boring. It was a bit of a bummer. And then when it came to the actual horror element, it was almost non-existent for a good portion of the movie so you don't really get what you should be expecting from that either imo. I know how the game works and those jump scares should have been flying like crazy. Like, there is absolutely no excuse when that's one of the biggest elements of the game. It always cuts away before anything happens. I've heard fans of the game making excuses saying it's not supposed to be like that and I'm sorry, I kinda gotta call bullshit on that a little bit. Cuz maybe the game's lore is more extensive than that and all or whatever but they still had to know what moviegoers were expecting to see, right? I'm just glad I didn't end up saving this watch for Halloween cuz what this turned out to be was not the vibe I'm going for that day. That said, the actual look of the movie and the music though?? Sooo good. If only the movie itself had matched that vibe and I would have been happy with it. So yeah, this was disappointing sadly.

[lustrdustr]

why does adastra deserve hate?

*sigh* I probably should have expected someone to ask this eventually, but if you really wanna know the gripes I have with the game, then stick around:

To start off, I just want to make it clear that I don’t hate it, but I definitely don’t think it should be praised as much as it is. I’m just a guy on the internet with an opinion

- For starters, the main relationship (Marco x Amicus) is just sooo juvenile and kinda dubious when you really think about it. Hell, the game starts with you getting kidnapped by amicus. No amount of good traits can make me think positively of or even emphasize with a character who STARTS OFF by kidnapping you and getting you into life threatening danger. But we’re just supposed to write it off as “hehehee big space himbo.” No. He’s not a himbo, he’s genuinely just a dumbass and a bad person, whether he realizes it or not.

He developed so little, if at all. In the beginning of the game, he thinks of you as nothing more than a dumb ape and still thinks that by the end. But he’s just like... in love with you now? Which has me questioning why he’s actively pursuing a relationship with a creature he doesn’t even believe is on the same intellectual level as him but whatever

Their relationship was so fake and unbelievable. Which is to be expected, bc it’s not really a relationship. It’s an extremely unhealthy power dynamic packaged as a “true love” story

- The writing is good but really bad at the same time. None of the character interactions feel natural and all the conflict just didn’t flow right. The writing is bad in the sense that the overall material is bad, but it’s only pushed up by the flowery wording, y’know? It’s like covering a bad smell with febreeze

- The characters themselves were nothing remarkable but OH MY GOD they did Virginia so dirty. This is a thing I’ve noticed with the echo project in general is that they really do the bare minimum with their female characters. And yes I know it’s a gay furry game targeted at gay furries, the women aren’t gonna be the main focus...

But like, you can still have good female characters...

Seriously, tell me one interesting thing about Virginia (or any echo project woman in general). You could swap them all out for guys and literally nothing would change.

- Neferu. I’m not gonna say too much about him because talking about him too much makes me angry, so I’ll just list off points:

> He pretty much forced himself on amicus in their first interaction (Yes, amicus got a boner but like, that’s not an excuse??)

> He’s kind of a home wrecker (though it was amicus’ fault, so I won’t harp on that too much. But he still used the situation to get sex out of him. Which of course is scumbag shit)

- I didn’t know where else to put this but this really bothered the fuck out of me:

the whole blackface metaphor they did as a joke. Like they literally had Marco put on makeup to look like tiger stripes and they straight up were just like “isn’t this blackface lol”

That was out of pocket and completely unnecessary! Actually, a lot of things were unnecessary. In my opinion, this entire VN was just a mess and just mediocre.

There’s a lot more, but I don’t feel like typing it all out lol. But yes, these are my thoughts on Adastra as a whole. I could also mention amicus simps and how annoying they are but I ain’t getting into all that lmao

[dindjarins04]

CHAPTER TWO

I AM NO JEDI MASTERLIST

You yawned and stretched as the sunlight seeped into your room. Groaning, you sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You waited for your eyes to adjust before slipping out of your nightwear and into your Jedi robes.

You attached your two lightsabers to your hip before walking out to be greeted with Padme. You gasped at the sight of her suddenly being right in front of you.

"Morning!" She exclaimed excitedly.

"Morning...aren't you supposed to be at the Senate?" You ask tiredly as she loops her arm around yours.

"Yes, but I'm here today to be with my best friend!"

"Really?" You raise a brow as she leads you into the cantine where you pick up a tray of assorted foods.

"Okay...well...I actually need a Jedi for protection and I really want you to be there instead of some random Jedi," You chuckled and shake your head as you find a seat as she takes the opposite one.

"Padme, I highly doubt my Master will let me protect you. We have a lot of training to do-"

"Exactly, this can be a part of your training! Look, I really don't want to have protection but they are insisting it happens," She sighs and rubs her temples. "Please, I'll even have another Jedi there if it makes Qui-Gon happy," You chew on your food while tapping your foot, thinking about it before sighing.

"I suppose Qui-Gon has a lot of paperwork to do and if I say this will help with my training...he may let me do it,"

"Yay!" She squeals with joy as more Jedi come into the cantine for their breakfast.

"So what's the threat anyway?" You ask, drinking from your cup.

"Oh, someone is just trying to kill me," You choke on your drink and look at her with a confused expression.

"You say that like it's just another Tuesday," She nods at your statement.

"It was expected,"

"Expected?"

"In my position, many people would want me dead, it was only a matter of time before someone attempted to do so," You nod and then see Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan enter the room. Following behind them is a young boy who looks familiar. He has a long braid and short fuzzy hair. You smile at him, he was fairly attractive. "Someone caught your eye?" Padme's voice says as she looks in your direction. "Staring at someone in particular? Let me guess...him!" She points at Obi-Wan and you shake your head.

"Padme, firstly, he is my Master's former padawan and secondly, I'm not looking at anyone," She rolls her eyes and turns back around to face you.

"Please convince him to let you protect me," She begs, her hand reaching out for yours. "I'll even stay to add my opinion,"

"I'll do it," You say as Obi-Wan and the cute boy sit at another table while Qui-Gon comes to you. "Master,"

"(Y/N)," He sits next to you and nods his head at Padme. "Senator," She smiles fondly.

"Padme is here to ask me to protect her from the threats," You begin.

"Obi-Wan and Anakin have already been assigned to that job," Padme sighs and her head drops while you try to remember the name Anakin. It sounds so familiar. "We have training,"

"Please Master, this will be a big part of my training! And Padme came to me...I'll even work with Obi-Wan and Anakin so you can get all that paperwork finished!" Qui-Gon sighs.

"She's right, I would rather have three Jedi protecting me than two...and I already know and trust (Y/N)...I would feel much more comfortable if she was here to protect me," She says in her politician's voice. Qui-Gon chews on his food thoughtfully before nodding.

"I suppose if the Senator wishes for this, I will have to accept," You smile widely and so does Padme. "(Y/N)...if you do this, the Jedi Council may see you in a better light," He says and you beam.

"Yes, Master," You grab your empty tray and Padme walks with you as you discard it.

"I now have a meeting with the Chancellor, it will be about the vote. Pack your things and meet me back at the Senate, I will inform them of you becoming my protector too," She kisses your cheek before running off. You sigh before walking to your room to pack some belongings you may need while being at the Senate.

‡★•~~~•★‡

You finish packing when a knock at your door startles you. You walk over and open the door to see Obi-Wan and the boy you saw earlier there.

"Hello, Master Kenobi and..."

"This my padawan, Anakin," He says as you step aside to let them in. Obi-Wan walks to your window while Anakin hangs back at the door. "We have been informed that you will be protecting Senator Amidala with us," You nod your head in agreement.

"She requested that I was there, she would feel more comfortable with someone she knows," You say as you finish zipping up your bag.

"Well, Anakin and I are about to head down to the Senate, do you wish to join us?" He asks.

"Sure," You respond before picking up your bag and following them out of the Temple.

‡★•~~~•★‡

It is evening when you exit the Temple with Obi-Wan and his padawan Anakin Skywalker. You drop back to walk next to Anakin.

"So, Anakin Skywalker...name sounds familiar," You begin.

"Of course it is, I'm the Chosen One," He says with a smug grin as you follow Obi-Wan to the speeder.

"Really now?" You say with a small giggle.

"Yep, I am said to bring balance to the force," He says with a smirk that you find attractive.

"Wait..." You stop in your tracks. "You're Obi-Wan's padawan...which makes you that little boy I met after Luminara died," You said, finally realising who he was; the boy who helped you recover from the death of your Master.

"So that would make you...(Y/N)?" He says and you nod. "Wow...it's been what...9 years?"

"10 years," You say and he nods.

"Wonder why we never saw each other," He mutters so you can't hear.

"You've grown...I like your hair," You comment.

"You've grown too..." He says as you climb onto the speeder next to Obi-Wan. "Um..."

"I've got the front seat," You say smugly.

"Exactly-"

"Anakin, just sit at the back," Obi-Wan said tiredly. You giggled as he grunted and moved to sit in the back.

‡★•~~~•★‡

You finally reach the Senate apartment blocks after half an hour of driving through the traffic of Coruscant. Anakin's string of complaints coming to an end as he jumps out and walks inside. You slowly get out and follow him. You see him waiting in an elevator and your heart flutters when he smiles. You don't know why but you cool yourself down before following him, Obi-Wan right behind you.

"So, (Y/N), how's training going?" Anakin asks as the elevator slowly moves.

"Very well, I just hope the council sees it," You say, sighing slightly.

"Don't worry, you're not the only one the council doesn't like," You raise a brow and turn to face him.

"You think the council doesn't like me?" Anakin laughs, shaking his head.

"The council doesn't like anyone who lost their Master at a young age or started their training too old," He points to himself. "I apparently started my training when I was too old and you lost your master when you were too young-"

"Anakin, that's not how the council works," Obi-Wan interjects.

"That's because you don't see what we do," He mumbles just so you hear. The elevator doors finally slide open and you are instantly greeted by a Gungan.

"Obi! Obi! Obi! Mesa sooo smilen to see'en yousa. Wahoooooo!" The Gungan says enthusiastically when seeing Obi-wan and he smiles in response as you all exit the elevator.

"It's Good to see you, too, Jar Jar," He responds politely and the Gungan then slaps his head.

"Oops! Wheresa mesa manners? Excuse me, Master Obi-Wan. I completely forgot myself for a moment there. I have had to learn Diplodiaclect... speak it like a native now. Don't really see the point, actually, but members of the Senate seem to prefer it..." You giggled and he finally notices you and Anakin, but his bulging eyes land on Anakin. "...and this, I take it, is your apprentice... Nooooooooo! Annie? Noooooooo! Little Bitty Annie?" He stares at Anakin. "Nooooooo! Yousa so biggen! Yiyiyiyyi! Annie!! Mesa no believen!"

"Hi Jar-Jar," He then looks at you.

"Nosa! litta(Y/N/N)! Me rememberen when yousa were a small child wit Lumarina trainen yousa! Yousa have grown tup so mui!" You smile, vaguely remembering this Gungan, he was probably the one who travelled to Tatooine with you, your master, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon. It's all coming back to you now. You've tried so long to forget that painful time.

"Jar Jar Binks...I remember you...you were the one who kept saying my robes were too big for me,"

"Yousa were such a small Jedi!" He exclaims and you giggled.

"I'm perfectly average height," You then feel someone leaning against you. You cock your head to see Anakin resting his arm on your shoulder.

"No, Jar Jar is right, you're so small," He teases and you hit his arm causing him to laugh. Suddenly, Jar Jar pulls you both in a large hug.

"Mesa missed yous so mui," He exclaims. He then begins to lead you to where Padme is. You brush down your robes and Anakin looks at you oddly.

"What?" You ask.

"Getting cold feet in front of the politicians?"

"I want to look professional," He scoffs and waves his hand. "At least I don't look like a stray Loth Cat," He turns and sticks his tongue out before following Obi-Wan. You roll your eyes before entering, Captain Typho nodding in respect when seeing you while Padme beams at you, ending her conversation with Obi-Wan. She hikes up her skirts and pulls you into a bone-crushing hug.

"I'm so glad you came! I was beginning to worry it was just these two," She mumbles and you laugh, playfully pushing her off you. "I still believe all this protection is unnecessary,"

"I'm sure the Jedi council have their reasons," Obi-Wan negotiates. She sighs and then locks eyes with Anakin.

"Annie??" She stares "My goodness you've grown," You look down. So they have history. You keep your cool as they look at each other for a long moment. Anakin smirks and tries to play smooth.

"So have you... grown more beautiful, I mean... and much shorter... for a Senator, I mean," Obi-Wan looks disapprovingly at his apprentice. You narrow your eyes at Anakin's poor attempt at small talk. However, Padme laughs and shakes her head.

"Oh Annie, you'll always be that little boy I knew on Tatooine," You remember again. Everything begins to come back. The time you spent on Tatooine. You didn't spend much time out though. You were on the ship with Obi-Wan for most of it. But then the images of Darth Maul slaughtering your Master comes back. Her dull eyes, her blood-smeared hand caressing your face as she whispers her final words, telling you to trust in the Force. You release a shaky breath. You always tried to block out that part of your life. It makes you vulnerable, it makes you have feelings; fear of losing Qui-Gon, fear of losing Padme. Overall fear. Something that leads to anger that leads to revenge that leads to the dark side. You finally refocus on your group.

"I don't need more security, I need answers. I want to know who is trying to kill me," Obi-Wan and Anakin proceed to talk to her while Typhoo pulls you to the side.

"It's been a long time, (Y/N)," He says with a smile.

"It has, I barely remember anyone here, Typhoo,"

"I'm still sorry for what happened to your Master...all of this...all of these people must give you bitter memories," You look around at everyone; Obi-Wan, Anakin, Padme, Jar-Jar and the other Senators.

"Call it bittersweet," You say.

"Two sabers?" He notices and you nod.

"I'm glad you can count," He laughs fondly at that and you smile.

"I see your attitude did not perish," Your attention is then drawn back to the room.

"Why else do you think we were assigned to her, if not to find the killer? Protection is a job for local security... not Jedi. It's overkill, Master. Investigation is implied in our mandate," Anakin says with impatience.

"We will do as the council has instructed, and you will learn your place, young one," Obi-Wan scolds.

"Perhaps with merely your presence, the mysteries surrounding this threat will be revealed. Now if you will excuse me I will retire," She turns to you. "Come, (Y/N),"

"Yes, Senator," Everyone gives Padme a bow as you follow her out. Once in her room, she sighs angrily.

"Honestly, Obi-Wan doesn't even want to start an investigation," She rants, going behind a changing curtain to slip into her nightwear.

"The council did grant us permission to protect you, not to investigate," You say.

"Really, (Y/N), you too?"

"I...I really want the council to see me in a different light. Perhaps if I listen to them...maybe they'll like me," You say as you sit on her bed. She sighs and comes out in her nightclothes and brushing her hair.

"I understand,"

"But..." You smirk. "Maybe Anakin was right. To protect you...we need to know who we are going up against to know the best way to protect you," She too smirks.

"I like your thinking," She says.

"I'll bring in R2, he'll set out lasers on the floor so if any assassins come through, they'll trip the alarm," You say and she nods.

‡★•~~~•★‡

You and Anakin sit quietly in the living room. You are on a holopad while he looks at you.

"Why do you have two lightsabers?" He suddenly asks.

"I work better with two," You answer, responding to messages Qui-Gon sent you.

"The council allowed you to train with two?"

"No, Qui-Gon allowed me to train with two," You finally look up and you watch Anakin's face flush as you catch him staring at you. "See something you like?" You tease and he laughs, embarrassed.

"Shut up," You shake your head, laughing before looking down at your holopad.

Dammint. You think. Now is not the time to catch feelings!

[greatnessordeath]

Come let's watch the rain as it's falling down

Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki x !fem Reader

Tags: mature, aged up characters, swearing, blood and injury, slow burn, pining Wordcount: 4.1 Notes: we're gonna have a guest from another fandom join the fic! And again, I'm posting on ao3, too. So if you wanna read it there: click. :) Do not repost. MDNI

Chapter 2: Brave words and stupid actions

“Screw god and rather thank me!” Dynamights voice rumbles with the usual amount of anger as he exits the train, a victorious smile gracing his lips. The guy by his side is cuffed, hopping unsteadily on his remaining healthy foot and is - to the surprise of everybody - singed, but still in one piece! Dynamight took off his backpack, which was overflowing with bundles of cash and he sat down in surrender. The quivering, sagging shoulders made him look like a picture of misery. He seems about your age and you cannot fail to notice his height, although he’s sitting.

He has his injured ankle carefully sprawled out to the raw concrete. Long strands of dark brown hair loosened from his bun and now stick to his sweaty forehead.

The group of civilians cheers to the blonde's victory and takes photos of the duo. “Yeah, well done!” “Dynamight is the best!” “That was sooo cool!” “Oh my fucking god, that tiktok is gonna go viral. The world will finally notice me uwu~”

You, instead, just manage to stare at Dynamight tongue-tied. He looks you directly in the eye and your stomach knots. “Aren’t you the one, who was about to mess with him?” His accusation dies down the whooping immediately. His voice is not more than a low growl. Tension creeps up your spine and you feel a little bit on the edge. The long day, the agitation with the quirk, the flashback, the heroes and now this? It's all too much for your sleep deprived self. Reality is a blur. The only things that strike you clear as day are one twisted face and a dangerously swollen, bruised ankle. You know what you gotta do. You pluck up your courage and step up to Dynamight who's looking at you through narrowed slits. “I would like to take a look at his ankle.” “What? Oi, don’t go near him!” Crimson orbs scrutinize you up and down and a beefy arm blocks your way. You take it as a prompt to further explain yourself. “Sorry, I work as an intern at a clinic nearby. I think he might be suffering from a medial malleolus fracture. I can’t diagnose properly without an x-ray, but palpation would help, too. Please let me do a quick check-up until the ambulance arrives!” “Hold on. So you were the one?” “What’s the matter?!” His stare is relentless and you slowly lose your rag. “...Fine, yes, it was me, but-” “Are you stupid, or what? That was fucking dangerous! You were lucky nothing serious happened to you.” For a blink you are bewildered. His voice is strained calm which does nothing but only add to his rogue aura.

"Weren't you taught to stay out of hero business?" Finally you find your tongue. “... Excuse me, all I saw was someone with a bad injury. I was trying to help!”

“Well, you won’t be doing anything now.”

Neither his crossed arms, nor his tone allow you any space for arguing. “The Police will be here in a sec with the ambulance. I don’t see the need for you to be in unnecessary danger again. His injury isn’t life threatening. So I’m gonna say no.” “Oh you’re a doctor now? Just because he seems visibly okay, doesn’t mean he’s fine anyway! What if he has internal bleeding and-”

“Won’t you understand, woman? I am responsible for your well-being!” Your hands clench to fists. “Well I don’t care! Besides, if I didn’t have the end of the day, it would likely be me to treat him the moment he’s brought in the pit! This is pointless!” You spit out and notice how loud you just got. “But you’re not in the clinic anymore, smartass. He already hurt you only minutes ago! Are you feeling alright?”

You were about to draw a breath, as Red Riot intervenes your little back-and-forth. “Whoa there, what about we all take a deep breath now and calm down.” He carefully lays a hand on your shoulder and looks at the blonde pleading. If it wasn’t for his concern you would have slapped it away. You’d like to stomp your feet in anger, but a desperate whimper from the ground reminds you of your duty. “What about his well-being?” You plead, now significantly putting more effort into sounding decent. “At least take him to the surface, to ensure quick treatment. The pain must be mad once the adrenaline’s fading.”

You have the uncomfortable feeling of shrinking under Dynamights gaze and it takes you something to stand your ground. Not to mention that the small flock of butterflies that lightly fluttered at his first sight quickly evaporated into sheer void. Now you’re just busy holding his intense stare with equal stoutness. “She’s right, Katsuki.” He looks pissed as hell but eventually gives in to your suggestion with a sour look.

“Fine.” The moment his permission is spoken, the switch in your head flipped instantly. “Good. Let’s not waste any more time then. Try to move his leg as little as possible. We want to avoid any sort of concussions."

You kneel down where you stand to address the thief eye level. “Hey, what’s your name if I may ask?” “What the hell are you doing?” You ignore Dynamight and focus on the ankle. You’re already in check-up-mode. A huge hematoma spreads on the medial malleolus, which is frightening. You can’t rule out the small chance of a blood clot.

The stranger looks up at you through his lashes rattled. You don’t need to put extra effort into looking concerned and endeavoured to help, because you really are. “Asahi.” he mutters after a small pause barely audible. “Hi Asahi, I'm Doctor L/n. How are you feeling?” He seems to recognise you and remorse washes over his face. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I’m sorry...” his voice nearly failes him. “It's okay. Forgive and forget. Please answer my question. I want to help you. Are you feeling dizzy or anything like that?” “Not really, maybe a little dazed. But the pain is worse, it’s throbbing like hell.” “Okay, this is actually a good thing. Can you feel your toes?” “I… I'm not sure.” You’re internally making notes and recall all the possibly affected bones, joints and tendons. It’s too bad they don’t let you palpate, but regarding the level of swelling you’d guess oblique or vertical fracture. He’s lucky it's not an outright breach, which could be infected easily under these circumstances. “May try to move your foot for me, then?” With closed eyelids and bared teeth he achieves a small sideways stir. “You’re doing very well, Asahi. Can you go up, too?” He tries to bear the pain with desperate gasps for air until his voice shrinks to a whimper. “It hurts too much.” “It’s okay. You’re doing good. Thank you for trying.”

The whole time you fight back a cold shiver, because you can practically feel the piercing look Dynamight shoots in your direction. There's no doubt, he will jump on you the second you move an inch too close to Asahi. Well, he won’t like what you’re about to propose next. “Okay, we need to carry you upwards so the colleagues won’t lose time and can directly begin with your treatment."

Asahi hesitantly looks at Dynamight who appears not very keen about your idea either.

"Listen Asahi, I'm begging you to play along and stay calm. You could have some serious trouble if it's a complicated comminuted fracture. A possible necrosis of the tissue around the ankle can even cause you permanent damage. I’m not telling this to scare you, but I need you to understand the seriousness, you with me? This is only for your own good, please be aware of that. We need to get a diagnosis of how severe your fracture is as soon as possible. So, promise me that you won't use your quirk?”

He seems to gauge his options, but eventually nods in response.

“Who said something about carrying?” You practically waited for his objection. You sigh and stand up again to face the explosion hero. “Of course he needs to be carried. Did you think he would magically fly to the surface on his own? He can’t load his broken ankle with his body weight or he’ll pass out.” "Good. That would spare us the risk of him using his quirk again," Dynamight retorted with a snarl.

You'd like to scream at him about all the medical ifs, but you don't. This isn't about him. “I’d offer to steady him myself, but I guess you will insist?” “Urghh. Do I even have to say it out loud?”

"Thought so… I don’t know if you heard it, but Asahi just promised me he won't use his quirk." You said with the most favorable will. Dynamight raised a brow and snorted half amused, half unbelieving. "For real? You can't be so naive. You know nothing about this man!"

With arms akimbo and Asahi sobbing on the ground behind you, you feel like a mother lioness protecting her cub from the bloodthirsty Alpha. You know by yourself the comparison is exaggerated, but your weary self liked a little drama.

"I don't have to. I am not to decide whether he's guilty whatsoever. The only thing I need to judge is his physical condition. I trust him to be smart enough to not sabotage his own health.”

In reconfirmation, you eye Asahi. He looks mentally broken to say the least. He's in pain, constantly failing to hold back tears in the corner of his eyes and fighting for composure. Your knowledge of human nature tells you that he's not that good of an actor. You can be wrong - of course, you’re not infallible. But it seems very unlikely to happen. “Just... just look at him. He’s caught, cuffed and badly injured.” You gesture towards him to emphasize your reasoning. “You may call me naive, but I think there’s a difference between naivité and not always expecting the worst in everyone.”

“Are you implying-”

Before your debate can go violent, Red Riot blends in to smooth the waters - again. “Hey, it's okay, let me carry him!” He volunteers and you have never ever been so thankful for someone's attitude. “Oh thank you. That would actually be great.”

You can see Dynamight roll his eyes at your gratitude. “Whatever. I'm not gonna argue with a civilian about how I do my work.” He turns his back on you to leave you behind, as if this whole thing was none of his business. You open your mouth but your tongue fails you a second time tonight. You stay as mute as a maggot stupidly staring at his back.

This man is a mystery to you. He leaves you speechless in different ways and you can’t get a grip on yourself. Without any further ado, the heroes escort the civilians including yourself and Asahi back to the surface. You noticed how kind Red Riot acted towards Asahi and how he constantly tried to spread a feel of safety. Asahi himself didn’t say a single word, cooperating in silence. ...Which is hardly surprising because Dynamight threatened him deafeningly loud that if he dared to move a damn muscle he would die. Despite your lack of unity, you couldn't suppress a tug on your lips at the juvenile fulmination. As soon as you exit the subway, Red Riot claims that at least three people will need to wait with them, because of the required witness statements for the report. “... don't forget the Kamikaze doc.” Dynamight mutters only for the redhead to hear. “... Ahh, yes. I'm very sorry for the trouble and thank you for your patience. The police should be here any minute.” After they double checked on the civilians, some of them disperse into the night. While Dynamight is besieged by the other two bereaved, you once again join Asahi, who sits on a stair of an office block, guarded by Red Riot. “Hang on, Asahi. I'm sure you’re gonna be okay. There’s many real good healers in the hospitals around, who will take care of your ankle. You will recover in a snap.”

“I’m so sorry. I didn't want this. Everything happened so fast and I...” “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell us. Just focus on your breathing, okay? Deep and steady.” You smile genuinely as he complies. A comfortable silence settles in and your eyes drift to the angry blonde. You bite your lip in thought. Red Riot follows your gaze and smiles almost motherly. “Don’t mind his rambling. He can't cope with obliging and helpful people like you.” You’re surprised by his straightness, but talking to him felt friendly above all formalities. “Do you think I could talk to him? I don’t think we had a great start.” “Sure. Go for it.” “Okay, but I need to get something off my chest first. I… wanted to thank you for taking care of me down there and … I’m very sorry if I was a burden.” With a quick wave of his hand he turns down your concerns. “Ahh, don’t worry. You’re welcome.” He grins sincerely but your own smile doesn’t reach your eyes. Sensing his questing glare on your face, you look away. With the help of your quirk you easily detect a squirrel in the small park across the street to distract yourself. Your gaze follows the small creature, but you just can’t stand yourself. For the sake of the red head you overcome your vein. “I'm sorry, it's nothing personal - it's just occupational disease. You know, I'm always searching for ways to heal and help, so I myself have difficulties standing on the sidelines. I ...I don’t like to be the one taken care of.” “I think I see where you’re coming from. But it’s okay. Being paralyzed, left to do nothing but watch when there are people who need my help - this is one of the most terrifying feelings in the whole world.” You lift your gaze at that and see his face with a new seriousness. “I once experienced it and the thought alone that it could repeat itself at some point gives me hell. So, I can understand that you feel bad about it. But it wasn’t your fault. Please don’t think that saving you meant some sort of trouble for me... Because you couldn’t be more wrong.” Everything falls in place as the meaning of his words sink into your foggy mind. You can see the faces of bygone patients flash your inner eye. Their expressions of gratitude never failed to lighten your heart. If anybody could relate, it was obviously you. The doubts practically melted away like ice in summer heat.

Your expression softens as you give in to his kindness. “I realized just now that you’re right, naturally. I was a blockhead. Sorry, that must be the lack of sleep.” “Nevermind. You’re a good doctor as far as I can tell.” “Thank you. It means a lot coming from you.” You exchange heartwarming smiles at your mutual appreciation. ---

You try to cling to that feeling as you head to Dynamight. His expression is unreadable as he notices you coming in his direction. He's occupied in a conversation, but you want to get this over and done. “Excuse me, Dynamight? Can I talk to you for a sec?” “Yeah.” With a wink of his hand he eagerly dismisses the two dialog partners out of earshot. “Hell, this was close,” he mutters under his breath. “Hm?” “Tell me you’re not asking me about that damn nerd, too and we’re fine.” “Sorry, about who?” You’re utterly confused. “Forget it. Whaddya want?” You need a moment to collect yourself and clear your throat lightly. “I wanted to say sorry. I didn’t mean to interfere your mission. I really just wanted to help him-” “You don’t say.” You’re briefly irritated but you try to continue undeterred. “Well, yes I obviously wanted to. The moment I saw you, it clicked, but that was unfortunately too late.” You make a small pause, because the intoxicating sweet smell of a fire-roasted marshmallow burnt itself relentlessly into your mind. Your empty stomach growls on command and you hope it wasn’t loud enough for him to hear. You try to stay focused, but the concocted words slowly start to disappear. Anyhow you manage to force your eyes up to his face and lock gazes with him. The sharp crimson of his irises sends a chill down your spine and helps you concentrate.

“We may have started off the wrong-foot and I wanted to set this straight. Maybe I care too much... I’ll give you that. And of course I do understand why you did what you did. But the truth is, at the end of the day, regulations or not - I’d do it again.” He simply raised a brow and crossed arms over his wide chest as he listened to you. “If so, you’re even more stupid than I thougt you’d be.” Your jaw dropped at his reckless conclusion and your blood rushes towards your face. You feel offended, not taken seriously and downright ridiculous. “Excuse me!! It's not stupid to help people in need! You’re a hero, aren’t you? You do the exact same thing but I’m the stupid one?!”

“Damn those people with dreaded helpfulness! You piss me off the most out of everyone. You won’t ever understand that in your little idealistic brain, won’t you? You’re no hero. Stop meddling in things you ought not to be meddled in!” You reciprocate his taunting mood and your voice rises an octave. “You telling me I should walk past someone who needs my help?” “I was fighting him, because he’s a criminal!” “Oh this is the measure of all things now? Must be damn easy-peasy living in your black and white hero-villain-world!” “Stop skewing the truth! He isn’t a little girl with a scraped knee by the wayside! I’m saying this only once, so you better listen to me, Kamikaze. The point is, your behaviour was not only self-destructive as hell but on top you could have seriously impeded the rescue of someone else. What if they needed your medical skills, which you can’t provide when you’re hit by a quirk! You should have known better, this isn’t about your doctor-honor or anything of this crap. If you wanna help people, then stop hampering hero work!” You do feel the side looks of everybody but you can’t give up on this. “I already said I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry how this particular situation turned out and I see your point, but-” “BUT?” He plants himself in front of you threateningly and stares you down like you’re dirt on his shoe. This wasn’t anywhere near to going the way you imagined. This was worse. What started out as an apology turned into an argument. You take a deep breath and a pause to think. You avert your gaze past Dynamight and back to the park. Ghostly desaturated trees sway in the cool night breeze, grey bark reflecting pale moonlight. The squirrel is gone, the only visible motion are some dry leaves chased by the wind. Unfortunately the answer isn’t hidden between scarlet maple foliage. “What now? Finally realized I’m right?” A dull pain begins to twitch through the back of your head and you feel slightly giddy. Raising your hands to massage your temples, you decide to relent. “Look, I wouldn’t have interacted, if I knew a hero was chasing him. As I said before, it wasn’t my intention to overcomplicate things. I am aware of the difference between an ongoing hero operation and an everyday life incident. I admit that I misjudged the situation. But you can’t seriously expect me to never offer my help again.” The day weighs down on you with all its impact and you sincerely hope he’ll accept your proposition. After looking you deep in the eye, he states in a conciliable way, you’d never thought he was capable of “You are one stubborn woman for sure.” His throaty voice gives you the chills and you’re suddenly talking faster than you can think. “At least that’s one thing we’ve got in common, then.” Oh Lord, from which bold corner of your mind came that? You look at him, afraid to have ruined the small progress you just made. But what you see, surprises you. Calling the delicate sweep of his lips a grin would be carrying things too far. But you can’t deny how handsome he looked with a not-angry face.

“I may have well built pectorals, but I’m not a woman.” His whole aura changes and the delicate sweep turns into a full grown smirk. You hardly believe your eyes, but as soon as your antsy brain realizes that he made a joke, a giggle forms in the back of your throat. You can’t stop it from growing because it makes you feel at ease, all the uncomfortable tension lifting from you with each breath. For the first time you feel lightheaded today. You wipe away a tear and grin at him with newfound confidence. “I needed that, thank you.” “Sulking is not my cup of tea.” “Lucky me.” The sudden crackle of a twig rips both of you out of happyland. Dynamight wheels around and the furrowed brows are back. You both face the park, where the crackling sound seemed to come from. The light of a lonely street post reaches only a few metres and the remaining trees and bushes are swallowed by darkness. Without thinking, you activate your quirk and nearly freeze at what you see.

Your hand nudges Dynamight lightly for attention as you whisper “There’s someone hiding behind a tree.” He doesn’t waste time questioning you and stands up for you protectively, arms spread wide. “Who's there?” Silence. “Say something or I’ll roast you medium rare, Extra!” “Noooo, no! Please, I was just about to pee. I swear!” You raise on tiptoes to still be able to see. The person sounded like a guy, but frankly is too far away to perceive details. You never really trained or pushed your quirk so the range is limited. But you can tell by the posture and the shadowy outlines of his hand, that he’s holding something. His tone may be trying to tell otherwise, but he’s cool and collected, not struggling to zip up. It's rather the opposite, he stands with his back pressed to a tree like someone taking cover. “He’s lying.” You whisper again near the shell of his ear and you can see the muscle of his neck tense beneath the costume. You can’t take your eyes off the stranger as the uneasy feeling from earlier returns. You try your hardest to see what he’s holding, as he lifts it up. “Ok, last chance to come out voluntarily, or I’ll come get you!” At one and the same time, you finally realize that it’s a gun he’s holding, as its muzzle points in your direction. You snap in a split second. There's no time to brood over possible options, so you act instinctively. With the most possible speed you can muster, you shove Dynamight to the side.

He stumbles in surprise as a small red thing flashes by and hits you right in the shoulder.

“What the-”

Immediately darkness gathers around you and there’s nothing you can do against it. It's like you’re trying to see through a heavy veil of pure blackness. Your eyes are open but you’re hardly able to recognise the street lamp. That only allows one conclusion. “He has a gun with quirk suppressors!” “Shit!” You managed to break your fall with your arms and all you’re left to do is listen. You don’t need your eyes to feel the heat of an explosion near you. ‘Shit, shit, shit. What did I just do? God, what is this day, just gimme a break! I seriously can’t see a thing, this sucks...’ You rant inwardly while outwardly so much was going on. You huddle yourself on the ground, both hands protectively around your head. You just stay where you are, trying to process what happened. Your heart beats so fast like it wants to gallop right out of your chest. You just ... did it again? ... Hampered hero work while being a kamikaze doc? Fuck. But seriously, this time it was do or die. A hero is more important than you. He can protect people. He can prevent damage. You will always be the one picking up the pieces, mending them back together. You did the right thing, even if he might hate you for it.

[accio-victuuri]

Just curious, has DD ever posted anything in support of lgbtq+ or covered any lgbtq+ songs like GG?

Hello Anon! 🌈 So, this is my interpretation only. There is nothing wrong with supporting LGBT rights. Those who get angry that there are things Web does that may allude to support for LGBT have a whole different problem going on in their heads.

Side note: 517 and Love is Love went on HS @ We*bo on 051721.

So here are a few examples👇🏼I’m not limiting these to posts. I’ll include some things that he does and says.

• This one. I bet you know this Anon. because it’s infamous. Him posting about Nike x Ben/Jerry’s shows collab. The marketing for this did not outright say it’s for LGBT support. but hello. the rainbow. And the company, B/J is know for it’s support for same sex marriage. @potteresque-ire did an excellent post that explains more about this and I suggest you check it.

• He auditioned thrice for the role of LWJ. If that doesn’t say support and acceptance, I don’t know what will. He even read doujins to prepare. Wow. What a legend.

• He encouraged people to watch Winter Begonia. Yes. His Ying Zhen ge is there and it’s an incredible show ( I haven’t watched it but all I hear are positive reviews sooo.. ) so why not. But the source material of this is a BL web novel.

• WAAACKGATE! I cannot NOT bring this up. I don’t think this needs explanation. The drama on this episode stressed us all out but it definitely proved a point.

• this one is my excuse to gush about GDragon and to express how happy I am that Web is his fan. If you know GD. The next words here are unnecessary. This guy who doesn’t care about gender norms in what he wears. rainbow nail polish. This tattoo. You can argue that Web doesn’t do the gender fluid thing anymore ever since he became an actor. Yes. His work does not require it anymore. but hello to his red carpet look this recent Weibo night. 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

• and also, if you’ve been following Yibo for awhile, I think it’s almost a non-question of he cares about what someone’s gender is. in terms of how he treats you. or if he will respect you. Not LGBT related. but he literally said men and women are equal.

I feel like i could add more stuff here that’s not ‘he is obviously NOT straight’. lol. I might come back to this and add more.

I hope this is enough for now, for you Anon! 💛

[beyoncesdragon]

𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮

fluff, Haechan (donghyuck) x reader

♬ listen to: I.F.L.Y. by bazzi

warnings: a bit of swearing, hyuck being a bit of an asshole

You were infuriating to him. Absolutely and completely infuriating. When Mark introduced you to the boys and everyone just collectively fell for you he already had enough.

Like yeah, so what if you were cute? And so what if you were probably the sweetest person that has ever stumbled across the messy dorm? It wasn’t like he just had to straight up fall for you, right?

Wrong

Of course he did and it turned him grumpy and mean at first, because this man was in complete and utter denial.

He would probably try to pick fights with you just so that you would give him an ounce of your attention he so desperately craved. Just to make sure he somehow lingered in the back of your mind the whole time. That idiot.

Would jump from sweet to mean like a ball in a game of ping pong and sometimes you had troubles keeping up. For example one moment he scolds you for bumping into him because you were too distracted ogling the city around you and the next he would pull you close (with an eyeroll of course) to prevent losing you and intertwine his fingers with yours. For safety reasons of course, wink wonk

Back in the dorm he would act like that didn’t even happen. He? Holding your hand even when there were almost no people around? Voluntarily? Never. Johnny, stop laughing.

He would slowly start doing little things for you, and first you wouldn’t even really notice bc he sure was subtle about it. Subtle and he would make sure to tease you about something right after, just to distract you from the fact that he just fixed your collar or prevented your phone from slipping out of your pocket. Not like he constantly watched you from the corner of his eyes. Nope never, not him.

Would go sooo much softer for you. Like lowering his voice a bit when talking to you, or turning towards you with his whole body if you said something. Just making you feel heard, almost subconsciously. But then he could just switch and the sweetish hyuck would completely disappear.

He would bicker with you about anything but make it all personal on purpose. Simply because he couldn’t deal with the fact that you meant so much to him.

It did happen that you just got up from the table and left because he crossed some kind of line again and ignored Jaemins kick under the table telling him to stop. And he would just sit there, fuming and ashamed and suffering from the causes of his own actions, under the judging stares of his friends.

Mark would always follow you out after some time to check up on you and that would drive Haechan mad. Because dammit shouldn’t he...?

And you would not look at him for the rest of the night, maybe even the morning after. He would tho, he would constantly give you little glances and peak over, kinda hoping you would too.

One evening that happened again, he made an unnecessary remark that tipped you over. So you just took a deep breath, a bit shaky because he had again not failed to hit home with his sharp words. This time you didn’t storm off you just quietly excused yourself from the table after five minutes of sitting there in complete silence.

And the table fell completely quiet immediately and all eyes snapped to the young man sitting there with this conflicted look on his face. Jaehyun would just sigh and Mark glare before getting up.

"I’ll go check up on-"

"No! I...I should.“

Took everyone by surprise for sure but Haechan was determined now.

Thinks about knocking but because he has a bunch of eyes burning into his back, he decides to just jump in head first. Immediately closes the door behind him.

You’re curled up on your bed with your phone, typing furiously. Probably about him. He swallowed dryly and kept waiting in the dimmed room for you to look up.

"If he could just- h-hyuck?“

Cue, embarrassed neck scratch. You just watch him for a sec before pushing your pillows aside and making space for him to sit down with you. He‘s trying to muster an apology that kinda makes sense, somehow, but he’s pretty bad at it at the moment. So you just sigh and look him straight in the eye.

"I don’t know who they are that mess with your head like that but you got to stop letting it out on me, Hyuck.“

"T-they?"

"You look like someone’s rejecting you for the longest time and you’re fed up with it. It’s just something about...how you act sometimes. So?"

And Hyuck found himself at a loss of words. How was he going to explain to you that this person was right there, sitting in front of him, probably still hurt from what he had said during dinner?

"You don’t have to tell me who, you know? But maybe I can help you?“

Of you were honest, the thought of Haechan being in love with someone almost hurt more than all he ever said to you combined. Because dammit, you were absolutely whipped for him and for what? You asked yourself that many times until you concluded that you probably fell in love with the sweet and caring Hyuck that peeked through at times.

You also cursed him for it, him and his pretty face.

"You."

not his smoothest move, admittedly. Plus, you were taken aback quite a bit. You what? What did he mean now? Did you miss the first part of his sentence or something?

"It’s you who’s messing with my head."

Oh.

Oh.

Now you finally understood. You also understood the troubled look he wore at times, that conflicted scowl and you finally understood his constant nitpicking of everything you did abs said. Not that you approved of it but at least you understood now.

You were also freaking out internally because oh my god he liked you?!

Hyuck on his part regrets being born and scrambles back on his feet and retreats towards the door.

"Im sorry for earlier. I’m an asshole I know."

Like you were just gonna let him leave after saying stuff like that. There’s nothing but defeat in his eyes and you almost couldn’t believe a man could be so blind.

Like could he really not see how much he meant to you despite the constant bickering? Why did he think would you keep up with the constant teasing and still spend time around him and and and, if there wasn’t at least a tiny bit of love behind it?

As stubborn as oblivious, the good boy.

"We’re not done here."

You just take his hand and make him stop right here and there.

"So you like me?"

He can’t even look at you anymore. Never thought a wall could be so interesting. So all you get is a short, firm nod. Also, he certainly wasn’t blushing from the neck upwards and his hands weren’t shaky at all.

Your light giggle takes him aback and he looks back at you in confusion when your lips are already his.

And Haechan melts into you, like his whole body first freezes up and then immediately crashes into you. Such an eager kisser. Maybe misses your lips three, four times but who’s counting anyways.

"I like you too, Hyuck.“

Honestly, his brain malfunctioned the second you had your lips against his the first time, so don’t even expect an answer now.

He just presses his lips against yours again, as if to make sure that he one hundred percent is not dreaming and you really really like him.

Oh my god you like him.

Mark‘s gonna have his head.

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