#like now is NOT the time to argue about what it was or wasn't!

[cvnt4him]

Hi! I hope you’re doing well, I’ve been a silent fan for a while and I really appreciate and love your work so I wanted to request how Katsuki and/or izuku would would react to reader flashing them during or after a heated argument If you could :)) you decide if you want it to be smut or not, Thank you!!

ty for your love and support! I giggled while reading this lol

Katsukiᡣ𐭩

during an argument.

Katsuki was really heated this evening and you certainly hadn't made anything better with your bickering. It's not as if you yourself were upset, you were just nagging a bit. Katsuki, as someone who is normally really clean and good at picking up behind himself, just trudged through your front door shedding his shoes in the living room and flopping down onto your couch. Not greeting or saying hello to you, not offering to help or take a load off of you. Nothing.

You understand he's been working today but a hello would've been more than enough for you. You've just missed him a bit more than normal that morning and wanted to feel his touch. You spoke only a word to him about how you felt and he was already giving you an attitude. You could only scoff at his sass and angry voice. Most of the time when he got angry you'd get angry, but this time you couldn't handle him.

You really didn't feel like arguing or just yelling back at him. With a blank face you just stared at him as he spat words out at you while he sat back against the couch. You sigh to yourself and simply lift your shirt and allow your boobs to freely fall out. Katsuki who was staring directly at you watched your every movement as he spoke, not expecting you to do that he suddenly stops speaking.

You raise one brow and try your hardest not to snicker at his surprised expression, a dust of pink brushing his cheeks. You heard a small breath leave his slackened jaw as he stared you up and down for a couple of minutes. You pull your shirt down and clear your throat before addressing him.

“ now then.. are you done? Jesus, katsuki, all I wanted was a hello and for you to not throw your things-”

Before you could finish your sentence he was quick to get up and throw you over his shoulder. You yell out and question what he's doing.

“ if yer so keen on talking over me; let's see if you can even get a word out when I'm through with ya.”

Izukuᡣ𐭩

after an argument.

You just wanted to feel appreciated was all, you did your best with dinner and looking well for him only to get nothing in return. You wish you hadn't had blown up on him, and it really did break your heart having him yell at you...but goodness that angry expression he had, the way he grit his teeth and breathed heavily. You could see a tinge of regret behind his eyes, he isn't one to normally snap so easily.

The two of you took a bit of a break from each other, just taking 5 minutes in separate rooms to cook off. You were never really angry, sure a bit upset but you just wanted your husband. That need for him never went away it only grew.

Izuku, ready to apologize, walked back into your shared bedroom to address the situation. He felt he'd gone too far and that arguing and him raising his voice wasn't necessary. Things could've been resolved in better ways by simply talking them out.

As you heard your husband out, watching as he spoke with his hands as well as his apologetic voice. You simply smiled at him, watching as his sad eyes had trouble staying connected to yours. Your hands slowly brang themselves up to your shirt and you lifted it just as slowly allowing you to tease him a bit. He immediately stopped talking and his eyes flickered from your eyes straight to your bare chest his jaw falling slack as his eyes widened. A small noise leaving him as he completely forgot what he was talking about.

You remove your shirt as a whole and walk towards him in only your underwear, his hand immediately flying to your sides as he gulps down struggling to look at you.

“ I know another way....you can make it up to me.”

“...deal.”

[violetrainbow412-blog]

Let them see [B. R.]

Bob Reynolds x fem!reader

wc: 3.3k

summary: you and Bob are forced to attend an event hosted by Valentina, where more is revealed than you would have liked.

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warnings: established relationship (kinda) mentions of comic characters like Norman Osborn (Green Goblin), Wilson Fisk (Kingpin) and Danny Rand (Iron Fist), some kissing and I think that's it!

Now that you were The heroes who would protect the earth and Valentina held a high position in the government, it was a prerequisite for the team to appear in public. You all knew it was like a huge, manipulative, and fake publicity campaign, but if it saved your ass, you didn't really care much.

Strangely, you had the most experience speaking to the press and with political figures, from whom Miss de Fontaine wanted to profit. So it wasn't a surprise when she said she wanted all of you at a charity dinner, where, at the same time, she would try to convince various businessmen to finance some of your projects.

You had to cover as much ground as possible, so she would arrange for you to be seated at different tables and, in addition, assign you a partner for that. She didn't ask your opinion, she never did, and you knew where you'd be until she handed you a small map with your assigned seats.

"I had to sit down with the owner of Oscorp Industries."

"Wilson Grant Fisk. Sounds important, doesn't it?"

Your friends were arguing and bragging about who they'd been assigned to sit with at dinner. You glanced at the names on your map, realizing none of them really interested you. Only one was familiar.

"Hey, Bob, we'll sit together."

The boy checked his own piece of paper, frowning to read it, and smiled widely when he checked what you said. You two had been trying to be a thing for a few months, though no one knew it yet. While they suspected it, you had been careful enough to make sure there weren't any incidents. So the coincidence made both of you happy.

"Huh, that's right. Valentina told me to tell you that you can't change your partners because every fire has its extinguisher, whatever that means."

“What are you talking about?”

"Every couple has one person who could break political relations if they don't keep their mouth shut, and another who turns out to be more cautious or diplomatic."

"No surprise my partner is Ava," Walker murmured, suddenly "No offense."

"No, it's okay. I'm used to hearing your bullshit, I'll probably know how to help you avoid it."

While they argued, you tried to guess the other combinations. Bucky and Yelena went together, obviously. They were like the team leaders, after all. Only Alexei remained, whom Valentina had probably paired with herself to prevent any mishaps.

"So you're the fire or the extinguisher?"

"Oh, I don't think that applies to us," you laughed, looking softly at Bob. "I think he just put us together so you don't have to interact too much. You know, the shyest one on the team whom I could talk myself into."

Your partner—would boyfriend be the correct term? No, perhaps lover, in any case—and you shared an amused expression, more pleased than the others with the arrangement your boss had made.

Bucky announced that Valentina would send some stylists who would take care of getting you suitable clothes, makeup, and a good hairdo—yes, the event was that important—and then the matter was settled.

At night, you could see that they had done a good job. Yelena was radiant, Ava looked like a supermodel, and the men didn't look ugly at all. Although, of course, for you, the most pretty was Bob. He was wearing a brown suit, with a nice striped tie, and shoes that gleamed in the light. His hair had been trimmed and was slicked back, but it didn't look stiff, just sleek; a wavy lock fell over his forehead, as if it had been intentional.

"I want all of you to rave about this project," Valentina warned you before walking through the door into the living room. "Make friends, chat with businessmen, tell them jokes, just be yourselves! Okay, a little more charming and less psycho, okay? Have fun!"

The entire group looked like a school classroom that had been forced to go on a field trip, but most of them managed to hide it. As you were entering and the camera spotlights began to flash, you took advantage of the chaos to approach Bob and grab his arm.

"You look handsome," you whispered to him. With your heels, it was easier to reach his ear.

"I feel weird. I was never a big fan of formal wear."

"Well, I say it looks great on you, darling."

A shy smile spread across his face, and although you couldn't see it, your eyes radiated tenderness and love; as if you were bewitched by him. Once you found your table, you took your place and were disappointed to see that you were at opposite ends of the circular table. You would have liked to sit next to him, but the seats were already labeled with each name.

You didn't know how the rest of your friends were doing, but apparently at yours, all the businessmen seemed pleased. It was probably because you were pretty—and wore a tight dress—or because their wives were smitten with Bob, pestering him with questions like seagulls around bread crumbs.

At one point in the evening, billionaire Danny Rand demanded your full attention. He wanted to talk to you about other charitable efforts his company was involved in that The New Avengers could join. He didn't seem as flirtatious or pushy as the regular millionaires, but you knew that if he tried to cross a line, you'd have to hold yourself back to avoid dislocating his shoulder or breaking his wrist.

"You know, now that I'm CEO of Rand Enterprises, I want us to be a more… how should I put it? Humanitarian, maybe. I want to help people, just like you."

"You're quite the philanthropist, I see."

"I'm trying to use my family's fortune to do more than build glass towers. Many people don't have a voice. I want Rand Enterprises to amplify it, not drown it out."

"And you repeat that idealistic speech at every gala?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Danny laughed softly, not offended.

"You know," Danny said, turning the glass between his fingers, "all this… the galas, the donations, the campaigns… it's all good. But if people don't reconnect with themselves, it's all a band-aid. You can't heal a broken system if you don't first heal those within it."

You crossed your arms, listening to him with a barely raised eyebrow. He spoke calmly, without a trace of ego. There was something genuine in his voice, though it wasn't exactly the kind of speech you expected to hear from someone with such an obscene bank account.

"Are you telling me that what the world needs is... meditation?"

"I'm saying we need silence. Inner silence. That people are afraid to be alone with themselves because they don't like what they're going to find. And if they don't confront that, no social change will be sustainable."

"Deep," you murmured, taking a short sip from your glass. "Maybe even a little depressing."

"Not if you think of it as an opportunity. The internal work is the most difficult, but also the most necessary. If every entrepreneur in this room took half the time they spend planning tax evasion and took an honest look at themselves, the world would be different."

"You have surprising faith in these people's capacity for introspection," you replied, amused.

Danny smiled at you. Not like someone trying to win you over, but like someone who truly believed what he was saying.

And then you felt it. That look. Subtle but piercing. You barely turned your face and saw him. He didn't do anything, he didn't say anything, but his expression was enough to understand. It wasn't explosive jealousy, but that kind of sad insecurity, as if he were afraid he wasn't in the same league as a man like Daniel Rand.

Without missing a beat or a smile, you looked him in the eye and winked graciously. A quick, playful gesture, like a secret password: I'm in control. This is all for the cause.

Bob looked away, but the tense line around his mouth softened. You tried to ignore the fact that his cheeks had turned red.

"Did I lose your attention for a second?" Danny asked calmly, following your gaze, though without reproach in his tone.

"Just for a moment," you replied with a light smile, settling in naturally. "But don't worry, I'm still listening."

Danny held your gaze for a moment longer... and then followed. His attention slid naturally to the other side of the table, right where Bob Reynolds was pretending to pay attention to an elderly woman chatting. He didn't seem to be looking at you at the moment, but his body betrayed him: his chin tense, his back slightly rigid, his thumb pressing restlessly against the glass of his drink.

"He's part of your team, right?" Danny asked, without malice. It was a simple question, but loaded with insight.

"Yes. It's... complicated," you replied, staying on neutral ground.

Danny nodded slowly, with that calm that always surrounded him.

"He has the look of someone holding something very heavy," she commented, without looking away. "As if he were standing in the middle of a chaos he doesn't know how to calm."

"Your reading is not bad," you murmured, somewhat surprised by the clarity of his perception.

"I don't judge," Danny added, finally looking back at you. "Some have to survive here, amidst the noise of the world”

There was a moment of comfortable silence between the two of you. He didn't press. He didn't probe. He just offered you a sincere, almost compassionate, unpretentious look.

"Sometimes," he added gently, "the true act of spirituality isn't meditating or helping others. Sometimes it's knowing when not to take someone else's place."

You looked at him, this time without pretense. Because in that moment, you understood that Danny wasn't trying to steal attention or gain your sympathy. He was speaking honestly. And he'd also seen more than you expected.

"You are much more perceptive than you seem."

He smiled barely.

"I try"

You remained silent for a few seconds, observing Bob more closely. His shoulders were still somewhat tense, but now he was pretending to be engrossed in a conversation with a woman who was talking more than he seemed to want to listen.

"He doesn't like these places," you commented, your voice barely above a whisper. "He's not exactly a fan of galas. He barely tolerates protocol, and the idea of having to smile for strangers seems like torture. He's… shy. It's hard for him. Much more than people imagine."

Danny nodded gently, without a hint of mockery. Only understanding.

"But he's here," he said. "For you, isn't he?"

"For the team, actually."

"He seems like a nice guy," Danny added honestly. "If you want, I can go talk to him for a while. That way he won't feel so out of place... and I'd have the perfect excuse to stop talking to businessmen who only want photo ops and tax breaks."

You let out a short, grateful laugh as you looked back at Bob. This time, you gave him a clear signal, a gesture with your fingers that said, "Come here."

Bob seemed to hesitate. Not because he didn't want to, but because he seemed unsure about interrupting. But you held his gaze pointedly, and that was enough. He apologized to whoever he was talking to, then walked toward you with a measured stride, as if trying not to inconvenience you.

When he reached your side, you smiled.

"Daniel, meet Robert Reynolds," you said naturally. "He's a fundamental part of our team."

Danny calmly extended his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Robert. I've heard good things."

Bob nodded as he shook hands, a little tense, but polite.

"Nice to meet you"

"How about you two chat for a while? I can sit where you were before and deal with the ladies for you."

Bob tried to stifle a laugh, but he couldn't. He was amused to think that his annoyance had been so obvious.

"Alright"

You took advantage of the moment to lean toward Bob and place a soft kiss on his cheek, taking him by surprise. Nothing exaggerated. Nothing over the top—just a brief, deliberate show of affection. Enough to calm him… and claim him.

"Be nice to him, Mr. Rand. Besides being a key part of the team, I'd say he's also the most handsome male member"

Both men laughed at your joke and then Bob sat down, a little calmer than before.

The gala continued with the calculated elegance of any event funded by millionaires with a socially responsible attitude. The glasses kept refilling, the music became a constant background, and you did what you did best: reading the room, smiling intelligently, leading conversations without seeming to. Bob, after his conversation with Danny, seemed more relaxed. Not extroverted, of course. But at least he wasn't on the verge of collapse anymore.

A couple of hours passed. You exchanged greetings with politicians, activists, and heirs. Until then, amidst the hustle and bustle, you felt a familiar presence at your side. Bob.

"Do you have a moment?"

You nodded at his request and then excused yourself to the guests. Bob took your hand in a gesture so casual it almost seemed unconscious, but there was a restrained urgency in his movements. He gently led you to a secluded corner of the room, a refuge between columns and shadows where the noise and curious glances couldn't reach you.

He stopped and looked at you, his deep, dark eyes filled with a mixture of nervousness and a determination that made your pulse race.

"Are you okay? Did something happen?" you asked, trying to soften the moment, searching for a connection that went beyond words.

Bob inhaled deeply, his chest rising and falling slowly.

"I'm fine," he replied sincerely. "But I needed a break… a moment away from all of this. Being with you helps me catch my breath."

You smiled, almost without thinking, and reached out to gently straighten his tie. Your fingers brushed the skin of his neck and you felt that invisible electricity that connected you, like a silent magnet that couldn't be avoided.

"Sometimes everything is so overwhelming, right?"

"I've wanted to leave since we got here," he confessed, making you smile.

One of his hands went to your waist, holding you gently and moving his thumb up and down, as if with that he could calm your anxiety.

"Hold on a little longer, just a little bit."

"And you? Are you okay?"

"Wonderful"

"I haven't told you that you look beautiful, have I?"

"I don't think so."

"Well, you look gorgeous."

At his compliment you smiled softly, and caught his gaze slipping to your lips. You knew what he wanted. Or what would make him feel better, anyway.

"Do you think they'll notice we've been gone for a few minutes?" you asked, tilting your head. Bob smiled back, the sweet, mischievous glint in his eyes only deepening what you already felt for him.

"Maybe," he said in a low voice, "but what does it matter?"

Without further warning, Bob brought his face closer to yours with restrained patience, as if he wanted to record every second before giving in. His other hand rested firmly on your cheek, while his lips sought yours with an intensity that took your breath away.

The kiss started slow and uncertain, but within seconds, passion erupted. His lips pressed against yours with a mixture of desire and tenderness that left you speechless. The hand that had previously been on your waist slid purposefully down your back, pulling you closer, melting into that small space that was now yours.

The world disappeared. Nothing mattered more than that burning touch, that electric brush that made you feel alive and yearned for. At some point, he lowered his hand to your thigh, and you lifted your leg, letting him caress your skin.

You continued for a while, and when you finally broke apart, Bob leaned his forehead against yours, breathing heavily, a satisfied smile curling his lips.

"I guess you feel more relaxed now, huh?"

"Definitely," he exclaimed.

His hand gently released your leg until it was back in place, and then you both took a step back. You tried to smooth your dress, and Bob tried to fix his suit, hoping to look as natural as possible. A giggle escaped you when you noticed Bob had traces of your lipstick on, which you tried your best to remove.

To avoid suspicion, you left first, and a few minutes later he did. Just in case.

That was the calm. And then—the storm.

The next morning, well into the day, you woke up intending to find something for breakfast. The sight of all your friends gathered at the bar made you frown, thinking the worst. Most of them looked shocked. Bob, on the other hand, was completely pale.

"Good morning, young lady."

"Is something wrong?"

"Haven't you seen your phone?"

Everyone was focused on you while you tried to remember where you'd left off. You were barely awake yet, and you already had to deal with them.

"It's dead. I couldn't find my charger last night," you explained simply.

Yelena, still in her pajamas, reached out to give you hers. On the screen, there was a conversation, apparently from your group chat.

Mel: Valentina wants to know what this means.

Accompanying the message was a link to a compilation of headlines and photos from various digital media outlets. They all featured the same images: Bob and you arriving at the gala together, walking arm in arm with the ease of a long-established couple. But not only that: someone had captured on camera the fleeting, secret moment when you were secretly kissing in a corner, the intimacy of the moment glimmering in the shadows. The most scandalous outlets had added the obscene moment when you had your leg raised against his side.

"Fuck…"

"At least now we'll talk about the gala, right? That's what Valentina wanted."

"I think that you were more like firewood and fire than an extinguisher and fire."

"Yelena, will you shut the fuck up?"

"What? I'm just saying. Some articles say you look like you were about to take off your clothes…"

Overcome by anger, the embarrassment of the moment, you reached out to push your friend off the stool she was sitting on. There were two problems: you didn't measure your strength, and when she fell, Yelena made sure to grab your arm to pull you with her.

Bob was the first to spring up, approaching you to help you up, worried that either of you had hurt yourselves. You expected her to lunge at you and start hitting you, but that didn't happen. Instead, the loudest laughter you'd ever heard burst from her throat.

"Why did you do that?!"

"Lena, I'm so sorry…"

"You threw me out! What's my fault if you two decided to make out last night?"

"Shut up, for God's sake…"

While Bob tried to lift her, you reached out to cover her mouth, completely in vain. He gave up helping you when he saw you struggling, more out of pride than because you were actually upset.

"Who would have thought it, Bob? You've tamed the beast."

"Shut your mouth, Walker, you're next!"

Walker joined in the chorus of laughter. Soon, everyone else followed suit.

You thought that now that your affair was a matter of public interest, at least you wouldn't have to think about how to tell your friends. Valentina could go to hell.

In a strange, yet pleasant way, the revelation of the secret felt like a weight had been lifted from your chest. When you looked at him, smiling shyly, you suspected it was a shared feeling.

[deathbxnny]

If you aren't doing requests anymore, just ignore this, otherwise, thanks for the write! Mind if I request the arcane girls (yes this is coming from a bi bitch) with a reader lover who's caring for the girls when they're sick and literally cuffing the stubborn ones to the bed if they try and get out of bed and shrug off their sickness, and also making soup for them

Stubborn Arcane women being taken care of when they're sick! | Sevika, Jinx, Vi x Gn!Reader

I had so much fun writing this and I hope you'll enjoy this too, Anon!<33

Content: Mentions of characters having a common cold, established romantic relationships, fluff, unserious, sfw

Reader has no mentioned pronouns.

((Not proofread))

》SEVIKA

Being sick is never a possibility in her mind. She rarely ever gets sick and refuses to acknowledge it even if she did. She could be dying on the floor and still find a way to get up casually, despite all odds.

Once she gets into a relationship with you though, things suddenly change. Even the slightest sign of sickness gets her practically shackled to the bed now. Something she doesn't enjoy whatsoever, especially as she isn't used to how gentle and caring you are.

With that said, despite never daring to admit it, she really does secretly enjoy how you spoil her when you manage to keep her home whilst she's sick. From being fed delicious, warm soups to getting careful massages for her aching muscles. It truly is heaven on earth in a way.

She definitely also had to keep you from going and arguing with Silco, whenever he demanded for her to come to work anyways. Sevika was flattered you loved her so much, but please don't get yourself killed over this...

"I'm not sick." She hissed out with a frown, clearly unimpressed by you practically forcing her into bed. But you didn't let up, calmly continuing to tuck her into the soft sheets with a worried look. "Yes you are... and you're running a terrible fever too!" You muttered, quick to dodge her hand as she attempted to lightly swat you away when you took her temperature. "You're staying here whether you like it or not."

Rolling her eyes, she sighed in defeat. There was no convincing you otherwise of this and she honestly didn't have the energy for it either. "Let me get you some warm soup, actually..." You whispered mostly to yourself, yet didn't miss the way she perked up at the sound of your handmade food. She always loved everything you cooked.

"Hm... fine, maybe this isn't too bad..." She definitely ignored the victorious giggle you let out after.

》JINX

Jinx doesn't want to be a burden to you in any way, shape or form. So lying about her weakening condition, or even injuries, was common for her. Unfortunately however, she was a terrible liar and you looked right through her every time... much to her dismay.

She really didn't want to worry you and therefore usually opted to stay out as late as possible to deal with her sickness instead... but sometimes, you just are alot faster than her. Especially with Isha now as back up. Escape was impossible when you two teamed up against her.

And it's not like she really complained either! If anything, she did feel extremely grateful for the care you give her, when she's sniffling and coughing away. She loved your attention more than anything and what's better than getting extra love from you?

Now that she was tucked in tightly in bed and had her left hand unceremoniously handcuffed to a random nearby pipe, Jinx found herself simply sinking into sheets with a sigh. She wasn't fast enough to get away this time and pretending to not be sick didn't work either under your watchful eye. So surrendering was the only option now.

"Fine, fine... ya got me, okay?" You and Isha high fived eachother with victorious grins, before scurrying off to find the right medicine and something warm for the sick girl to eat. The care and love you two gave her secretly overwhelmed her, as she wasn't used to it anymore after being without it for so long... but she appreciates it by thanking you often.

She might even play sick for a bit, if it meant to get your attention for longer.

》VI

Being sick? What's that? It didn't exist in her world. And similarly to Sevika, she refused to acknowledge it, mainly because she hated admitting to any form of weakness. So she can't possibly ever be sick! You're just imagining things...

However, as expected, you did not fall for any lies or excuses. You never did, but that wasn't too surprising. You always took care of her even when it were just minor injuries, so a full blown cold would get her shackled to the bed the second she coughed a little too hard.

She gets why you do it, she really does. But come on! She has things to do, people to beat up. Vi was stuck in Stillwater for so long, a common cold was nothing to her. She has been through worse, really.

But everything stills when you take care of her so lovingly, the foreign feeling basically making her addicted for more. So that's what it felt like to be loved after so long...?

"You know... maybe this ain't too bad after all, cupcake." The woman grinned, seemingly finally satisfied after about an hour of arguing and being forced into bed to rest. Deadpanning, you sighed and shook your head, before placing another cool towel on her warm forehead. "Really now?" You asked, voice laced with a small tinge of exhaustion.

She was as stubborn as they come. But you were equally matched in that sense. And this time, you thankfully came out on top in the struggle... for now at least. Who knows when she'll find the energy to torment you again so you need to make the best of the situation and take care of her as fast as possible.

[kittenscookie]

Camp mom Luke, where things get so bad he just starts crying one day while trying to comfort a Demi god

This man is literally carrying camp half bloods financial situation, taking care of the campers, making sure cabins are clean, making sure everything is fine

While he’s doing that he’s trying to also manage the titan army- keeping monsters and Demi gods from fighting, doing even more financial work and now along with even more things and having to deal with Kronos in his head

So one day it’s just like, four campers trying to climb on him, Travis and Connor won’t stop playing pranks, Clarisse is trying to fight Percy so he’s holding her back, and Dionysus comes up like

Dionysus: “hey Lukas or what ever your name is, do this reallyyy quick” and it’s Olympus fucking financial situation

Luke: “…” Luke just starts crying, like full on sobs. The camp has no idea what to do because Luke’s never cried before so there all panicking

He'd woke up that day knowing it was going to be terrible. Sofie was still sick so she was gonna be clingy, capture the flag was yesterday and Ares cabin had lost meaning Clarisse was probably in a foul mood, and Thalia was still visiting camp. To top it all of his head was fucking killing him, and Chris and Connor wouldn't stop screaming at each other. Luke cringed, that was easy enough to deal with, "Yo shut the FUCK UP!" Blessed silence. He'd groaned into his hands and climbed out his bunk knowing the day wasn't going to get any better. It didn't.

It was barely 12 pm and the blonde had already had to break up three fights, only made more difficult with Sofia on his hip. Her fever had spiked in the night so she had to be close to him so he could monitor her temperature. He'd forgotten to account for something though, the other littles always got jealous when he paid any one kid more attention no matter the reason. What this meant was he had three other children tugging at him and desperate for attention. Maybe he could have handled it any other day but his head was still pounding, the kids were being so loud, so his patience was stretched thin...

"Luke!"

"JO—!" He caught himself, flinching at his tone in time with the little boy yanking on his pant leg. Carefully, he plucked little fingers from him jeans before bringing his hand back up to rub at his temples. "Joseph please, I've got a really bad headache. I need you all to use your inside voices okay?"

Tiny murmurs of acknowledgement and apology from both the boy and the other children. Luke almost sighed in relief but then he saw Clarisse and Percy arguing, both teens getting both louder as it continued. He let out a sound akin to a growl. Before he knew it he had the back of the teens shirt in an iron grip. The girl shouted, about to begin cursing before she saw who exactly it was that grabbed her.

The blood drained from her face, "I wasn't—!"

The man's face twisted into a grimace, scar tugging at his lip uncomfortably "Yes, yes you were, my god—you're fifteen Clarisse! You're too damn old to be throwing god forsaken tantrums like this—!"

"Luke?"

"What!?"

Chris jumped back, one hand a little in front of him a stack of paper in the other. He didn't speak for a few seconds, taking in his brother's appearance. His face shrunk with concern before he eventually shook his head, "We're over budget".

"Excuse me?" He let go of Clarisse's shirt to snatch the papers out of his younger brother's hands, bouncing Sofia a bit when she made a noise of discomfort. "Which side—?"

"Both".

Luke took a sharp intake, breathing picking up, head throbbing. He gave a quick glance at the children surrounding them before mouthing the word bullshit. Chris just shook his head and shrugged, just as confused as he was "I don't even know man! I don't even know!" He was about to say something when he caught one of the middle school aged boys push another child out the corner of his eye.

"Walker!" The boy jumped, "Cabin seven, now!" Before the boy could retort Luke cut him off firmly, "NOW!" Walker groaned and slammed a foot into the ground but walked back to his cabin.

"Luke?" His head snapped towards the voice. Percy was staring at him with an expression he couldn't name—he was sure he'd seen it before though, directed at other people, never him. Green eyes shifted off to the side for a brief moment before focusing back on him. The teen took a hesitant step closer, "...Are you okay?"

"...What...?" The tension in his face melted into confusion because what? He couldn't even remember the last time anyone had asked him that. He couldn't even answer, gapping like a fish and frozen like a deer.

"Luca!"

Everything turned to static. D was walking towards him, papers in hand, no doubt about to pass off his work on to him. The god's mouth was moving but Luke couldn't register the words—couldn't hear anything really. It was getting hard to see too, his vision going a mix of blurry and warped. His legs trembled but he managed to keep himself up, he couldn't fall over—not with one of his kids in his arms. He managed to hear someone whimper but couldn't tell from where.

"...Is he crying...?"

The next few moments were a blur. Someone tugged the forms from his hands, then they took Sofia out of his arms despite his protest. The next thing he knew he was being dragged gods knew were. The sound of sobbing followed him but he couldn't tell from where. Firm hands pushed on his shoulders, forcing him to sit down. It was only then he noticed the damp spots on his shirt, he brought a hand up to his face and it came back wet. Oh, it was him, well that explained why his throat felt so raw.

Luke took a lot longer to calm down than he'd like to admit. Hacking and coughing as his tears finally calmed down enough to see that he was in some clearing. He turned to his side and saw Percy staring at him with that same unknown expression—a little bit of pity mixed in there.

"...You wanna talk about it?" He shook his head, the teen gave a short nod. "Alright..."

[kurokoros]

The most frustrating thing about BNHA is that the villains all bring up interesting discussions about hero society and a world where super powers are the norm, but they're all written to be hypocritical or outright incompetent in order to uphold a black and white view of Heroics. There's zero nuance to any of the conversations in a way that would challenge the protagonists' views of the world.

Stain's ideology argues that hero society is filled with corruption and it was his duty to cleanse it of "false heroes" who care more about fame and money than saving people. And Stain isn't wrong, per se. Contemporary heroics during the time BNHA is set is akin to celebrity influencers who have been given a license to punch people in public. There are people who want to be Heroes for "impure" reasons. Bakugou wants to be rich and famous, per his own words early in the story. Ochako wants money for her family, which is a selfish desire (note: "selfish" isn't inherently a bad thing. Wanting a job purely for the sake of financial stability isn't inherently a bad thing, but it is interesting in the context of choosing a career that's so heavily tied to saving or protecting other people). Enji Todoroki wanted to be the number one hero so badly that he abused and neglected his wife and children in order to reach that goal; it was never about saving innocent people, it was about the glory of being seen as the strongest. Characters like Bakugou, Ochako, and Enji are so interesting because according to Stain they're everything wrong with hero society. Do any of those characters reflect on their motives for being Heroes? No. Do Iida, Shouto, or Midoriya (the characters central to the Stain arc) reflect on their own motives for being Heroes? No. Is Stain's ideology given any real weight in the narrative? Well, no, not really. As far as we know, none of Stain's victims were actually bad people who were corrupt or otherwise morally bankrupt. The only victims we know of are Tensei Iida, who appears to be an all around good person, and Native, whose only crime appears to be being incredibly culturally insensitive (sidenote: I so badly want to know what the hell Native's quirk was to make him think that aesthetic was even remotely okay.) Stain should have been an eye-opener for so many of the characters, but he wasn't because Horikoshi couldn't let him have too valid of a point.

And then there's the LOV. I'm not going to say much about the LOV because I'll just make myself sad over how poorly they were written, but! The main LOV trio does raise a lot of questions about hero society and quirks. Let's ignore AFO's involvement here for a second. Shigaraki, Toga, and Touya all have quirks that are either dangerous or otherwise seen as unsavory. Shigaraki decays anything he touches with all five fingers and he discovers this in a traumatic series of events that leave his entire family dead. Okay, so what systems are in place to either prevent things like this from happening or to help children after they've unintentionally killed someone with their quirk? None that we know of. Eri did something similar by outright rewinding her father from existence, but she's no longer traumatized so everything is fine, I guess. Toga's quirk allows her to transform into anyone so long as she's consumed their blood. She's compelled to consume blood. Okay, so how does society at large handle quirks like Toga's in a way that's safe without demonizing the people with those quirks? Well, we don't really know because Horikoshi doesn't actually want to talk about quirk discrimination as a systemic flaw, instead it's relegated to a personal flaw. [As a sidenote: it's really interesting that there are at least three characters with blood related quirks (Stain, Toga, and Vlad King) and the the two that have to consume blood to use their quirk are villains, while the one that can only control their own blood is a Pro Hero.] And then there's Touya. Now, I'll just be blunt and say that I'm of the opinion that Horikoshi sacrificed Touya and Shouto's writing in order to prop up Enji and make him look better, but that's a different discussion. Anyway, Touya's quirk hurts him. Like with Shigaraki and Toga, there doesn't appear to be any system in place for people who's quirks hurt them. Midoriya has the same issue at first, but learns to control his quirk in like three months which is, again, equating an incompatible or uncontrollable quirk with a personal flaw, rather than something that requires professional or medical support (quirks are a part of someone's DNA. The solution to a harmful or undesirable quirk shouldn't just be "don't use it", that's a bandaid, not a real solution). Could Touya's quirk have been managed with support gear? Maybe. Could Touya have lived a fulfilling life if his Pro Hero father hadn't groomed him to be his successor only to then stop, begin emotionally neglecting him, and not bother to help him control his powerful quirk? Most definitely. And this draws us right back to Stain's ideology, but we already know that Horikoshi doesn't actually want to challenge the societal status quo, so instead the villains are just "bad" or "crazy" and no one actually has to think that hard about the inherent flaws of hero society.

[growth-opportunities]

Jenna tried her best to ignore Michelle's smugness as the hours wore on. They had both come to the party pursuing the same goal, a handsome and rich goal named Nate. A chance encounter led to an invitation to a kind of party that the two of them had only ever dreamed of attending, granting them access to a lifestyle that was so far beyond their means. If they were to keep that lifestyle, they'd need to keep Nate. And only one of them could have him.

While they both agreed that Nate was the key to their future security, Michelle and Jenna had entirely different opinions on how to go about it. Michelle swore up and down that she had seen Nate's eyes flick to her chest, making the logical leap that Nate was attracted to tits. Jenna shook her head. There's no way that Nate would be interested in tits, she claimed. After all, men these days are all about big, juicy, wobbling asses. Their differences were irreconcilable and they argued mercilessly until they settled on a wager. Michelle would grow her tits; Jenna would grow her ass. The party was two weeks away and then they'd see which one was right and which one was poor.

Michelle delighted in watching her breasts grow, feeling them become heavier on her chest. She used to show off her somewhat meager cleavage as much as she could but now she had more tit bursting out of her bra than she used to have entirely! Her showers grew longer as she spent more and more time groping and kneading her swelling tits, lost in the sensation.

Jenna's growing ass didn't have the same kind of arousing benefit, but she relished the attention she got. Feeling it sway and bounce with every step, looking back over her shoulder to see all the heads that had turned her way. That sort of power was intoxicating and, as her ass grew, so did the power. She wasn't afraid to bend over and turn her leggings translucent just to get what she wanted.

Unfortunately, the one thing that her ass couldn't get her was Nate. Michelle was absolutely right and she spent most of the night on his arm, squishing her tits against his side whenever she felt like he wasn't paying enough attention to her. Every smug smile twisted the knife into Jenna's heart. As she watched Michelle be escorted off for the night, Jenna's fury reached a fevered pitch. A plan crystalized inside her head. If Nate liked tits so much, fine. Jenna would give him more tits than he could handle, twice as big as Michelle, maybe even more! She'd do anything! She grow to whatever size it took! She just had to hold that Michelle didn't try to retaliate.

[nightlockrebel]

Katniss stared up at the ceiling, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths, the air in the room thick with the weight of a first that had just passed between them. Her skin still tingled where Peeta had touched her, kissed her, like echoes reverberating long after the sound had stopped. She’d never imagined something could feel like that, so euphoric it bordered on unreal, as if her spirit had momentarily slipped free of her body and hovered above, watching in stunned awe at the way he made her unravel. How could anything feel so good, so right, and yet so utterly overwhelming? Her hands trembled slightly. She didn’t understand how Peeta always knew what parts of her needed soft, and which ones needed to be undone—but in that moment, she wasn’t sure she wanted to understand. She only wanted to feel it again.

Katniss let out a soft, breathy laugh, the kind that sounded surprised to even her own ears. Her eyes, still cloudy with the remnants of something fierce and beautiful, found Peeta’s face as he pressed another kiss to her skin. If this was happiness...she could be happy with him.

"You're..." she murmured, voice hoarse with tenderness more than anything else. "incredible"

She smiled, though it was crooked and tired, still half-lost in the afterglow. Her fingers threaded through his messy hair, thumb brushing over his temple. Her laugh came again, quieter this time, until she saw the wince flash across his features. It sobered her, the way a spark might snuff out smoke. She reached for his face, guiding him gently to her.

“Did I hurt you?” she asked, tone shifting, raw now, protective. It dawned on her then, her elbows propping herself up. "Your leg" She moved back, her brow knitting together. "Peeta"

There wasn't a way to flip their positions without potentially hurting him, instead Katniss leveled him with a look. "If I ask you to take it off?" She knew there might be reasons why currently he'd argue more about taking it off. But knowing it was causing even the slightest bit of pain wasn't something she could ignore. Katniss pressed her hands into his chest, encouraging him to lay back.

"How long has it been hurting?" The moment his back touched the mattress, Katniss leaned forward to press a kiss into his mouth. "Why didn't you tell me" She mumbled against his lips, peppering a few kisses into his jawline. "Do you need to stop?" It confused her, how easily the power had shifted, how suddenly she had so much say in something that once would’ve made her freeze.

Divine. That was the only word that could come close to the taste of her, to the feel of her rocking into him, to the sound of her screaming his name. He almost wondered if the neighbors would hear. Like that would have stopped him anyway. He was far too focused on the way her body responded to him to worry about the outside world.

The way she whimpered incoherently except to curse set a bit of pride in him. Katniss was never good with words but this chorus of sounds from her lips was more than enough to tell him she was enjoying herself.

Her body lurched forward, spasming out at his touch and he had to push her hips back down and anchor her to the bed. She flooded his taste buds as his name echoed in the room loud and unrestrained. Over and over, panting between each syllable of his name. The sound of it rolling off her tongue, claiming him as hers just as he claimed her in this moment.

He could feel her body spasm, rise and fall to his touch and tongue. It wasn't until he felt her completely melt and surrender that he finally pulled away with one last kiss, satisfied she had enough, at least for the time being.

Peeta rested his chin on her hip looking up at her, watching the way her breath was unsteady but starting to regulate. Gods she was beautiful, alluring even. He never really considered himself lucky, everything in his life came at a price. Sure, he was good at navigating it, at playing the game and guiding things in a direction of his choosing, but so much of his life had been set out for him by other people.

His duty to his family when he was child, the expectations that were approaching up until his name had been called at the reaping. The design of his life after the arena, all through the rebellion, even these last six years. The journey was needed, a path of healing and growing, but it was still a designed laid out to him by someone else. For the first time, he could see a life that wasn't dictated by anyone but himself, well, himself and Katniss.

Peeta waited patiently while Katniss caught her breath. He planted kisses along her hip, his fingertips brushing against her flushed skin, not for the same purpose as a moment ago, but just to keep the feel of her shape committed to memory. When a few moments passed and he was confident she was coming down from on high, his peppered kisses along her stomach and climbing as he crawled back up her body.

His arms, on either side of her, propped himself up until he pressed his lips softly against hers. The moment blissful and perfect until the moment he tried to straighten out his legs.

Peeta winced slightly, a small oof low in his throat. The pinch of his prosthetic on his stub from moving positions set a furrow to his brow.

"I'm fine." he stated quickly, knowing all too well she was going to immediately clock his discomfort.

[fafodill]

FIRMLY disagree that the reveal that James was a vicious bully in order to make Snape more sympathetic wasn’t planned before OOTP and was done in response to Rickman’s casting (though I do think his style influenced dialogue in later books)

Snape is a main character. Honestly, the secondary protagonist. The entire plot is made possible by *his* choices, not Harry’s (Harry is always going to oppose Voldemort, there’s no tension there). James’ sole function and only real purpose in the narrative is to serve as a villain in Snape’s origin story. Every single detail about the character - rich, athletic quidditch jock, Gryffindor, popular, vocal about his feelings for Lily, from a family of haircare product inventors - is written to contrast with Snape. Even the name James means ‘supplanter’. And JKR always knew Snape’s backstory, this is well documented.

If there were any unresolved feelings JKR was working through when crafting the James/Snape dynamic, it’s about her abusive ex husband who is clearly the visual reference for James.

Well I'm not an expert on the subject but from what I've gathered reading other people's brainy metas, it's indeed kinda recognized that Lily is one of jkr self-insert and James her ex-husband.

I think it may be a bit naive to think she had everything planned out exactly as it is since the beginning. She wrote the book over the span of what... 10 years or something? A person's writing style, objectives and motivation will evolve over such a long period of time.

It's suspected that at the beginning it was more or less planned to have Severus and James both being in love with Lily and Snape being a sore looser.

James is depicted as a very unproblematic figure thorough the first books. Only good things are said about him by everyone except Snape, who is still a school villain caricature at that point. Then 'all of sudden' in OotP there's this big reveal about truly awful, heinous acts he inflicted upon Snape, and again I'm no timing expert but apparently it's also at a time where jkr had finalized her divorce and revealed that it was an abusive relationship.

To me this makes a lot of sense on a human level. She may have wanted to 'correct' James's image in the book as it was deeply personal to her. I have personally worked on original worlds and characters with my ex and let me tell you, now that we're not together anymore it's really difficult to not scrap every part of him from it. It's like, 'this world is mine, you're tainting it, you don't deserve to be part of it anymore, get out!' Of course she couldn't get rid of James so she 'adjusted his image' in a way that served the plot. She may have been planning something along those lines for a little while but clearly a lot of things changed between the third and fifth books.

An author is a human who process their feelings through their work as well. After all, the act of creating comes from deep within us. Whether we want it or not, we always put some of us inside of our work. If she had put some of her ex in James then she needed to correct it for herself. She couldn't just let him remain as this amazing character because now - he wasn't anymore.

I do think tho that she had been growing fonder of Snape (possibly because of Rickman, she's been very vocal about adoring him in Snape's role) and he was an extremely important character regarding to the plot so she worked all the pieces out okay imo.

And JKR always knew Snape’s backstory, this is well documented.

I couldn't tell you. What I can say is that had she been super clear about what she intended for Snape and James from the beginning, then said beginning is quite wonky at best. You could argue that she learned to write better with time but like I said, the work evolve with the author (and also the public response/fandom sometimes).

And it's fine, you know? It's fine if she changed her mind. We know the books are flawed and littered with a lot of her emotions and beliefs regarding a lot of things so why would it be so surprising?

I don't mind personally. It's a good change I think.

[thesnacken]

Uhhhhhhh

[galadriel-blue]

Why is the TROP fandom so toxic all of the sudden?

(Rant in the tags and spoilers for S2 E7 of TROP)

[fideidefenswhore]

the tudors (2007-2010) / wolf hall (2009) / henry viii & the king's men (2020) / eustace chapuys to the emperor (june 1535) / the other boleyn girl (2008) / the downfall and execution of a tudor queen (2023) / eustace chapuys to the emperor (april 1536) / henry viii, stratford festival production (2019) / wolf hall (2009) / elizabeth i & her enemies (2017) / the mirror & the light (2020) / becoming elizabeth (2022) / the mirror & the light (2020) / the tudors (2007-2010) / the mirror & the light (2020) / the tudors (2007-2010)

[tamaruaart]

I love Paris. "But he abandoned Oenone-" I do not care

[xserpx]

I need to stop taking TV recommendations from my eldest sister, good god.

[kurominiiiz]

The amount of incest, noncon, and pedophilic jjk smut content is getting out of hand.

"Just scroll if you don't like it!" - this doesn't negate the fact they're posting disgusting scenarios. They're targeting an audience of people who should seek therapy. That kind of shit is not okay.

It's like saying "scroll part a zoophile account on Twitter if u don't like it." See how stupid it sounds?

This Fandom is slowly becoming one i regret being in because of just how disgusting people are becoming. Come on guys, do better.

It's okay to have kinks and fetishes, but that doesn't mean they're okay. It's not okay to sexualize minors, it's not okay to sexualizw little space, it's not okay to sexualize r//pe! I get dubcon, but noncon? That's literally just nonconsensual sex.

Anyways. Rant over. Do better, people.

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Edit: I have MUCH more to say on this now that I've read some other inputs:

The problem isn't "block and move on" or "ur arguing for fiction..." it's the fact people are exposing minors and already mentally ill people to VERY REAL and DISGUSTING scenarios. It doesn't matter that they're fictional, what they're writing about is a real issue. Blocking tags doesn't work most of the time, so stop saying to shut up and just use that feature.

Another thing is that people are making these writings so normal that they are making others think it's okay. When I was younger, I had unsupervised internet access and was exposed to smut like this. It messed me up and got me institutionalized because I didn't know it wasn't okay to talk about. Minors nowadays are also very unsupervised and will come across your stuff. I'm worried for the next generation.

Last thing, the excuse "they're just fiction" is flawed because you're ignoring the PSA! You wouldn't say this if it was about something else, right? If someone was saying: "I love lolicon!" You wouldn't block and move on. You would call their asses out and comment bomb them. It's the same concept, except on a broader spectrum. You're enabling the behavior of these vile creatures that need serious help. You're not doing anyone any good by saying "this is so unnecessary" or "they're fictional..."

(Update: read this post about my asks if you plan on sending a hate message or threat lol)

[thebestsetter]

Sae's nutritionist has been having a hard time ever since the athlete started a family with you.

Sae has always followed his diets strictly. Never ate chocolate, avoided sugar the best he could and mainly ate only fruits and vegetables. His behavior was always praised by all his nutritionists because of how easy it was working with him.

Sae started to "disobey" his diet when he moved in with you.

It all started when you began to cook him lunch for after morning practice. You knew he had to follow a strict diet, so you never made something too unhealthy. Sometimes, you even sneaked some sweet treats for him, but it was too little to do any harm, so his doctor just pretended not to notice it.

But this?? This was too much.

"Sae-kun" he said, pointing at the pink princess pot on Sae's hands "W-what is this?"

"My daughter packed my lunch today" Sae smiled softly, just like he always did when talking about you or your daughter. The doctor would've thought the whole ordeal was cute, if not for what was inside the pot: a box orange juice you buy on those vending machines (it's orange color was almost radioactive. God knows how much sugar there is in it), a (very) poorly made pink cupcake, with rainbow sprinkles all over it; and scrambled eggs (thank God at least one healthy thing).

"You can't possibly be thinking about eating this" his doctor deadpanned, but quickly added "T-the cupcake and the juice, I mean. The eggs are fine"

Sae's smile instantly fell, and he stared at the nutritionist with a frown

"What's wrong with my daughter's food?" It wasn't a question. Sae was daring the doctor to say something bad about the cupcake his sweet, lovely daughter made, staring at him with a cold and almost dangerous gaze.

The poor doctor should've stopped there. He really should have. But if he let Sae eat this Chernobyl looking cupcake, he might as well just throw his nutrition degree on the nearest trash can.

"It's not good for your health" the nutritionist said, staring at the Cinderella that was painted on the top of the pot "As an athlete, you know it's important to lose old eating habits. You can't eat this."

Sae stared at the doctor for what felt like centuries, but finally looked at the cupcake and carefully picked it up, holding it in his hands like it was the most valuable thing he ever held.

The way his gaze softened just by looking at that sorry excuse of a pantry almost scared the doctor. One second, he was looking at him with what could only be described as pure hatred. The other, he was looking at an ugly cupcake like it was a masterpiece.

Anyways, Sae's doctor was just glad this was over with. Itoshi obviously was going to throw the cupcake away, eat the eggs, and just order something else to compliment his lunch. It would all be okay.

Or so he thought .

"You know" Sae started, peeling the paper that was carefully wrapped around the sweet treat "It's interesting that you talk about losing"

"Why?" The doctor asked, not really liking Sae's voice

Sae stared at the man for a while, then slowly looked at the cupcake and brought it up to his mouth. Just as he was about to take a bite out of it, he stopped and stared at the man again

"Cause you just lost your job"

"What?"

"You're not deaf" Sae said "You're fired. Grab your stuff and get out of my sight"

"You can't do that!" The doctor screamed at him, which only made Sae roll his eyes

"I can and I did. Out. Now."

The nutritionist knew it was useless arguing with the stoic Sae Itoshi. With a sigh, he turned away from the player to go and collect his belongings

"Just one more thing before you go"

He heard Sae say, which urged him to turn around. The moment he laid his eyes on Itoshi, the footballer took a bite out of the pink cupcake

"This is fucking delicious."

The doctor would NEVER eat a cupcake in his life again.

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