#so any level of performance boost is gonna feel SO good

[lilycutesmith]

i think i mentioned this on twitter already but ya bitch is going to be medicated sooner then later < has an appointment this coming wednesday

[moemoemammon]

Could I request headcanons for the Brothers with an MC who makes master-level pastries and such? I hope you're having a good day! :3

MC is an Amazing Cook!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

The way you seared that shadow hog and flambéd it in demonus paired horribly well with the fat in the meat, caramelizing it into smoky, savory perfection.

Like any man, food is the key to Lucifer's heart, even if his tastes are more on the refined side. Luckily, you don't seem to have a problem with that since your food is already gourmet level.

Don't even get him STARTED on your pastries. He's not a fan of sweets, but there's just something about that trice spiced coffee cake you made that just pairs so well with his Hell coffee....

Highkey tempted to have you cook for Lord Diavolo, as a not-so-humble humble brag. Like, 'look at what my human can do. Fufufu'

"I must say, having your cooking as a part of our menu has changed everyone's attitudes for the better. Even Beelzebub has been calmer lately, so I thank you for that. ....Do you mind bringing some of that cake to my office? I'd like to have some with you."

Mammon

Woah... WOAH!! This food's amazing! It's almost like you've got a demon's palate memorized, because the food you make is crazy good!

You know, you could make a killing off of this cooking! Actually he's already starting to plan a restaurant idea. With your cooking and his advertising expertise, the two of you can take over the food world of the Devildom! You'll be rich!

...Is what he's thinking, but his head is too fuzzy from all the delicious flavors bursting in his mouth. It's like a warm hug... it can make a grown man cry..

On the days when Mammon needs a little pick me up, he'll specially ask for you to make

"That one dish I like! Ya know, the spicy one with the meat! And the sauce! Yeah yeah, that one! But make sure ya cook enough for the both of us, yeah? I wanna eat it with you, too. And don't ya go makin' any for my brothers!"

Levi

Is there anything more moe than someone who's a god at cooking? You're like the protagonist from that one anime, 'Cooking Wars'!

You're a god with a spatula, and Levi is too distracted with the taste of your cooking to even think about his inferiority complex. Even if his tastes lean more toward the processed side of things, he can't help but drool when the smell of your cooking wafts through the air.

Actually, that seems to be one of the only things that's gets him out of his room. He's used to skipping meals or hoarding junk food in his room, but he feels like he gets a major performance boost when he eats what you make! Like the food in the games that gives you a status effect!

But now that he thinks of it, there's only one way to truly test your skill.... So please look at this list of TSL foods that he wants to try! Especially the cursed goat tartare sandwich with cheese!!!

"You can make it, can't you? I'm not gonna let you do it alone, so don't worry! Uwaaah... if I can actually eat food that the Seven Lords ate, I'll have bragging rights for centuries! No... for a lifetime...!"

Satan

Satan lent you one (1) cookbook, and the kitchen hasn't been the same since. His book collections hasn't either, since you always seem to come back for more.

You became a culinary master in no time, even learning how to use some of the most difficult ingredients the Devildom has to offer!

Even things that would otherwise be poisonous if handled incorrectly become key ingredients to your godly cooking.

He's also a big fan of the sweets you make. Not because he eats them often himself, but because you're open to taking requests. So when you decorated a cake to look like a cat, Satan was considering proposing. Instead, he settles for asking for some pointers.

"Thank you for indulging me. I thought you'd tease me for wanting to master these cat themed cupcakes, so I'm relieved. I can never seem to capture the right amount of cuteness no matter how I try, but I feel like I can do it well if you teach me. I'm in your care, MC."

Asmo

YOU ARE RUINING HIS DIET MC

Asmo has never been very good at self control in any form, and he's got the biggest sweet tooth out there. So when you come along with your Top Chef quality sweets, he feels his resolve crumbling away...

Flan, cookies, fruit pies, spice cakes, cream puffs.... So many decadent sweets come pouring out of the kitchen on a daily, and he can't have any!

Well.... a tiny taste couldn't hurt, right? And maybe with your skills, you could make him some low-fat sweets to help curb the cravings..? Please? 🥺👉👈

"MC, you're such a tease! There's no way I can resist forever, you know? You're making me so hungry I can't stand it! Hm? Oh, I'm talking about your desserts. Unless... you'd prefer if I meant something else..~?"

Beel

MARRIAGE PLEASE. 💍💍💍

It was almost like Beel sensed your culinary abilities the moment you dropped into the Devildom, ecause there was just something about you that had him like 👁👁

And when you prove your worth on your night to make dinner? Man already has his entire future with you planned out in his head.

The food hits his plate and he literally sheds tears over your amazing cooking. Now he's standing up and taking your hands, asking you to stay with him.

"You don't need to go back to the human world, right? Stay here. I want to eat your cooking everyday, forever. I'll move your bed into my room, too. Actually, I'll take over Mammon's job and I'll watch over you instead."

Belphie

Belphie knew your cooking was something else when he actually stayed awake the entire time he ate it. And he NEVER stays awake at the table.

Did you cast some kind of spell over it? What kind of magic are you using? Because it's hella sus that the smell of your food has the ability to wake him up out of even the deepest sleep. (Lucifer is tempted to use you as a Belphie alarm clock in the morning-)

He's a little annoyed that your cooking is so effective against him. It's like a weakness that he can't ignore. There's no way he’d turn down a chance to eat your milk pudding, though. Don't laugh.

Kinda treats you like the Devildom's Uber Eats, though. MC, please leave his meal at the door and he'll grab it in a sec. Make sure you knock so he knows you're there 👍

"I'm so tired.... Hey, MC. Why don't you try feeding my dinner to me? I want to enjoy your food while it's still warm, so you've got to help me quick." "...Hm? Spoiled? Eheheh, maybe I am. I can't help it when I'm with you."

[asterlark]

ok. samwell college of music au. i wrote all four years let's go babey

eric bittle is this lovely southern tenor (sounds kinda like mitch grassi or ben j pierce) who posts covers (& sometimes originals, but always with neutral or no pronouns because he can't post anything that says he or him ☹) on his youtube channel and has major stage fright but is very talented; he also plays ukulele

he got into samwell college of music on a voice scholarship and his dad doesn’t exactly approve but eric was never the 6′2″ masculine football player he wanted anyway so why not go for his dreams

he auditions for the very competitive samwell men’s contemporary chorus (there’s like 20 choirs; chamber choir, jazz choir, a cappella groups (lax bros do a cappella), combined choirs, etc- smcc does contemporary pop/rock music) and while he’s very very nervous and shaky as he auditions, directors hall & murray see a lot of potential in him (with major grumbling from student director jack)

(the rest of this ridiculously long au under the cut)

the group is small, for a chorus, because the point of the group is not a wall of sound but a focus on all of the very talented guys’ voices coming together in these gorgeous harmonies and basically they’re like one of the best choruses on campus and all the male singers want in

so there’s jack zimmermann, who of course eric knows because everyone knows who he is, he’s the son of bob and alicia zimmermann, both incredibly talented and famous musicians, and basically those genes were in his favor because he’s mega fucking talented

(jack was supposed to sign a recording contract to be in a band with his best friend kent parson when he was 17 but something happened between them and the pressure was too much and jack overdosed on something- there’s so many rumors no one knows what’s real- and kent signed solo in LA & went on to win grammys for his albums about a mysterious ex and jack disappeared for a few years to be a counselor at a music camp and reappears at samwell, knocking everyone’s socks off again like he’d never left, except with a renewed vigor and intenseness that freaks everyone out)

jack is a contemporary writing & production major, freaky talented and sings like a modern day frank sinatra, and he plays like 20 instruments and can read music like breathing air and writes songs like if he stopped he’d die; his music is folksy and mournful and he plays all the instruments on his tracks himself- guitar, piano, strings, drums- it sounds like a full band but nope. just jack. he’s intense

“we all get nicknames in this choir,” justin informs eric on his first day, “we’re those kinda guys.” so he’s bitty, which he finds vaguely offensive (bc he’s not that short!) but still cute, & the rest of the group is introduced to him:

“shitty” knight (voice like colyer) is a musical education major and an enigma of a singer with this awesome, earthy, raspy voice that’s really interesting to listen to and a very.... unique style & look; he writes cheesy but shockingly good raps about social justice topics and he will sing-lecture you if you’ve said something offensive (he also plays banjo)

justin “ransom” oluransi is a music business & management major with an angelic voice you can’t help but listen to; he’s sultry and has an incredible range and does runs like nobody’s business (with a voice like daniel caesar or leslie odom jr UGH)

adam “holster” birkholtz is a voice performance major, wants to be on broadway and it’s all he ever goddamn talks about basically, he’s a belter and has a lot of charisma and starpower and he’ll charm the pants off of you within one note; can also play piano and irritates everyone constantly because his regular volume is like a level 11 (voice like the frontman of my brothers and i combined w/ x ambassadors lead singer)

larissa “lardo” duan is at the local art institute because performing arts is not her jam and she’d much rather paint; she’s a barista at annie’s and supervises open mic nights and keeps the annoying choir dudes from driving away all her patrons

“i’m not even in your dumbass choir,” she says when the group gave her her nickname. holster just told her that she was an honorary member and then started sing-shouting a song at her about how good she is

bitty’s first year is hard because he’s talented and he works hard but he shies away when anyone asks him to sing outside the group and like, he can sing to a camera by himself but being on a stage with everyone looking at you and the sole responsibility of the song on your shoulders is terrifying and no thanks

jack does not. understand this. he’s been performing practically since he came out of the womb and he doesn’t really get performance nerves (what he gets is anxiety about how he did after he gets off stage that follows him home and makes it so he can’t sleep) - so he bothers bitty about it constantly like “you just need practice, you just have to sing by yourself a lot and then you’ll get over it” which like.... that’s true but it’s also hella scary and bitty’s like “no thanks!!!!”

but jack’s annoying and intense so he makes bitty do open mic with him every saturday night and it’s going okay and bitty loves his choir and loves his school and these new friends he’s making and he finally feels comfortable enough to come out to them during his second term

then during their spring choral showcase at the end of his freshman year bitty has a solo and he’s worked really hard on it and he’s feeling good- okay he’s completely freaked out but he’s trying to feel good- but when he gets up on stage there’s so many people and the stage lights are so hot on his face and he flips out a little and maybe he passes out from anxiety and stress right on stage and it’s terrible and he’s so embarrassed and ashamed that he ruined their set at the showcase

of course jack blames himself because “we shouldn’t have given you a solo before you were ready, i misjudged it, i’m sorry” - and they all feel kinda bad bc holy fuck they didn’t know his stage fright was that bad like they didn’t know someone could pass out just by being anxious to sing

he practices all the time over the summer and goes to his local open mic at jack’s insistence and it actually helps a lot because instead of a sea of strangers judging him it’s a bunch of people he knows and they’re all smiling at him and when he finishes his song they cheer for him and it boosts his self-confidence a lot

his sophomore year they have three new members- chris ”chowder” chow (voice like ieuan), an excitable music education major with impressive rapping skills, derek "nursey" nurse (frank ocean or leon bridges type), a songwriting major who can also play violin and guitar, and will ”dex” poindexter (like tom west), a production & engineering major who tried out with chowder bc he needed moral support and didn't expect to get in but impressed the directors with his voice

the year’s going pretty good, bitty’s still pretty scared of singing alone but more confident now and the open mic nights with jack haven’t stopped, so he’s getting better. and one night they’re hanging out at annie’s after closing waiting for lardo to be done so they can walk her home, and bitty suggests that jack sing with him one of these nights, and jack says he doesn’t know any of bitty’s songs and bitty says they can write one together half jokingly but then jack is like “yes.” with that Intense Look

SO they get together a couple days later in jack’s room at the house they all live in together (bitty moved in at the beginning of the year after previous smcc member john johnson called him- how’d he get his number?- and told him he could take his room if he wanted), jack with his guitar and bitty with his ukulele, and it’s a little awkward until bitty says jack should play him one of his songs

and, okay, he doesn’t really know what to expect because the only music jack ever released to the public was that one single he did with kent parson when they were 17 so bitty doesn’t even know if he has anything to play him, but he does- he starts playing these soft, sad notes on the guitar and opens his mouth and sings about being lonely and scared and unsure, about false starts and shaky ground and not knowing where you stand with someone, about expectations and lying awake at night and wishing so hard you were someone else, and bitty watches him sing and just kind of... realizes he’s head over heels for this boy and internally Freaks Out a little

he tries to put that aside and they start to write this song, at first it’s weird because jack’s like “all your songs are love songs i can’t really relate to happy love songs” and bitty’s like “listen... i’ve never even had a boyfriend i just write a bunch of sappy love stuff because it’s not about me it’s about whoever’s listening to it, they’re gonna project their own experiences on my music anyway so it doesn’t matter if it’s my real life or not” and jack’s like “alright while fake af that’s smart and i respect you” (what bitty doesn't say is that he writes about what he really wants which is to fall in love & be in a happy relationship)

they say they’re just gonna write this kinda vague sad song but they both secretly write lines about their actual lives so it ends up being really personal and real and raw for the both of them

they sing the song at open mic that saturday and the crowd at annie’s is never that big but they’ve never got a standing ovation here before, and some girl shouts “MAKE AN ALBUM” (it may or may not be lardo) and they both blush furiously and bitty’s like “... that was really nice, jack” and jack’s like “... yeah it was good good job you’re really getting some confidence out there nice work” (bitty: “THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT AAAAH”)

around this time jack’s really thinking about what he’s gonna do when he’s done at samwell, talking with his parents and his agent and looking into different record companies and deciding if he wants to sign with anyone or possibly start his own company- the head of a small company called falcon records in rhode island has been talking to him a lot, and jack talks to bitty about how he thinks it’d be nice to start small, and the record exec georgia and the producer marty had both been really nice and welcoming, and bitty’s so happy for him but also just... sad that he won’t be around jack every day after he graduates

THEN at a haus party celebrating their win of a local choral competition, who shows up but none other than pop star kent parson to Ruin The Fun

bitty sees the way jack pales when kent walks in, notices them disappear upstairs together and feels a little sick worrying about jack but chalks it up to the highly alcoholic concoction shitty and lardo had cooked up but nonetheless decides he’s sick of the party and goes up to his room and hears.... a little too much

and YIKES he’s standing right there and kent parson, pop star, two-time grammy winner, is looking a little rumpled and staring right at him and he puts his hat on and clears his throat and snaps at jack- “hey. well. call me if you reconsider. but good luck with rhode island. ...i’m sure that’ll make your parents proud.” and jack’s shaking, and bitty doesn’t know what to do but jack goes back into his room and bitty’s just kind of standing there like What The Fuck

so.... he kind of stews over winter break but tries not to think about it too much and he and jack text a bit and jack tells him to practice and bitty’s like “oh, you” and jack’s like “im serious” and bitty’s like “>:( it’s christmas”

spring semester starts and they're doing well in competitions and they go to semifinals and then finals for a prestigious collegiate choir competition and the pressure is mounting but they all are so optimistic and really feel like they're on the same page and bitty’s confidence is better than ever and then.... they don't win

jack especially takes it very hard, but then he also has signing to worry about, which everyone helps him with and he decides to sign with falcon records and start work on an album after graduation

speaking of graduation, shitty and jack graduate and it's hard for them but harder for bitty who feels like he's losing jack in a way, he knows how intense jack gets when he's making music and it doesn't feel like he'll have any time for bitty anymore so when they say goodbye bitty goes back to the haus and listens to his and jack's song and just cries

but, like in canon, dadbob has words of wisdom to impart and jack has an "oh" moment and races across campus to kiss bitty

they get together and the next few months are spent with jack working nonstop on his album (which tbh, he'd had many of the songs written already so it's mostly recording and producing) and texting bitty constantly and coming to visit him and playing him demos of all the songs

jack also asks bitty if they can record the song they wrote together & have it as a bonus track on his album & bitty says of course, so when jack visits they set up an impromptu studio and record vocals in the guest bedroom and this deeply personal song they wrote before they were ever together means so much more to them now

and bitty is so happy but so scared and sad too because jack is playing him these songs telling him "they're all for you bits, & a lot of them are about you" and he just doesn't know how he's going to keep all this love inside even though it feels like jack's career is at stake

he tries to shove it down and stay strong though, especially since he's now an upperclassman and they're taking on new members- connor "whiskey" whisk (voice like finneas or the male singer in valley), a music business/ management major who seems to hate bitty's guts and tony "tango" tangredi (like chaz cardigan), a jazz composition major who astounds everybody with his endless questions but also his ridiculously impressive composition skills & naturally perfect pitch (he can also play saxophone??)

i want ford in this au so fuck it she is a composition major with dreams to write scores for musicals and she stars training as a barista at annie's (aka training to corral the smcc)

the pressure of it all proves to be a lot and bitty and jack have their hi, honey moment where bitty's like i can't be this deep in the closet!!! and so they tell the smcc and also jack's label that they're together and that eases things a bit

jack's album comes out to much critical acclaim and shouting in the groupchat ("#1 ON ITUNES BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!") and several months later, when smcc has already been eliminated from choral competition in an earlier round, jack is nominated for SEVERAL grammys including best album, song of the year, and best new artist

when the time comes he takes his parents and bitty on the red carpet which, everyone keeps being like "who are you here with jack?" and he's like "my family and my good friend :)" and yes it is awkward

jack wins... all three awards. it's the comeback everyone is stoked to see and when his third win is announced, he and bitty are so elated that they kiss before he goes to accept the award

his speech is basically just "um... wow. thank you. i just kissed my boyfriend on live tv. this is amazing and i'm so humbled. i'd like to thank my boyfriend and georgia and marty and my parents and my friends and my boyfriend"

obviously the press has a FIELD DAY with this but bitty & jack are honestly vibing and so happy that it doesn't matter untiiiillll bitty's mom calls and he has to tell her "mama i'm gay and i'm going on tour with jack this summer okloveyoubye"

the last few months of bitty's junior year pass quickly and he's voted student director which is a huge honor considering how much he struggled with stage fright and confidence & how he'll now be stepping into ransom & holster's shoes

r&h and lardo all graduate (the smcc basically crashes the art school graduation and all scream when lardo gets her diploma lmao), which is a bittersweet occasion and they all do a bit of tearing up

that summer bitty goes on tour across the u.s. & canada with jack and his touring band (snowy is a bassist, tater is a drummer and poots does backing guitar, he also brings nursey to play violin on a few songs) as well as georgia who's there to manage logistics

and tour is so fun & chaotic with many bi and rainbow flags in the audience that end up thrown on stage and draped around jack's neck and they spend so many nights in the bus drinking and laughing and fooling around on the guitars and bitty's uke and exploring new cities bitty has never been to before and it's the freest bitty has felt in a long time

summer ends though, and jack leaves for the uk/europe leg of the tour, and with the new school year brings a few new members- river "bully" bullard (voice like gregory alan isakov), a music therapy major who draws his own cover art for his songs, lukas "louis" landmann (like jr jr), an electronic production and design major with a penchant for EDM, and johnathan "hops" hopper (like keiynan lonsdale), a film scoring major who wants to write music for movies and video games

bitty meets and befriends some of the other student directors- shruti, sd of the women’s contemporary chorus; sharon, sd of the chamber choir; and edgar, sd of jazz ensemble (even chad l., sd of the all-male a cappella group)

senior year passes similarly to the comic; coach visits and sees one of bitty’s competitions, jack comes to madison for christmas, smcc does well in competition and goes to regionals etc

however… bitty keeps putting off and putting off gathering the songs for his senior recital

he has a hard time doing that because he’s so focused on the group and making sure they’re performing well and as they advance in competition, everything else starts to fall away

eventually the rest of the smcc has to lock away his uke and change his youtube password and FORCE him to choose songs for it and start preparing because he cannot graduate without doing this recital and doing well on it

he chooses (of course) a beyonce song, a few of his own songs, an ellie goulding song, and an adele song

with all that his breath hitches and his hands shake before he goes on stage, he does really well and his voice instructor prof atley tears up a little in the audience as does his mom

meanwhile smcc goes to semifinals, then finals, of the national collegiate choral competition they participate in

and i imagine bitty faces somewhat less homophobia in this au because i mean, he’s in the performing arts, but i think it’s still there and he also faces a good amount of classism from richer students and performers who think they’re better because they had the resources and money to be performing professionally from a very young age, and he has been practicing via filming himself on a shitty camcorder and posting it to youtube

but they still get there! and the national finals are fucking HUGE and a big deal and a little overwhelming

bitty’s stage fright is Present because this is the biggest stage and the biggest stakes he's ever had and he has a big solo in one of their songs so if he fucks up, he fucks up a national championship for his whole group and school

luckily though, when he steps on the stage with his best friends and sees his boyfriend and family and smcc alums in the audience and they perform their first song, a high-energy pop medley that always gets the crowd going, everything seems to melt away and it's just him living in this moment and singing his heart out

when it gets to the next song and his solo, he forgets to be nervous and belts it out, getting screams of approval from the audience when he finishes

(dex and nursey do have a duet together that they had to practice for many long nights in the practice rooms alone but that's neither here nor there)

their time on stage seems to last both hours and no time at all and then they're done, the crowd gives them a standing ovation and it's at least 30% r&h & shitty's hooting and hollering and jack's enthusiastic clapping that makes bitty & the others beam with pride

then it's just waiting, giddy and nervous beyond belief in their green room, for the judging to be over

after what feels like forever they're back on stage, arms linked together waiting and hoping for their name to be called and it is, they win and it feels like years have built up to this moment, and bitty tears up because years ago when he was fainting from anxiety at having to perform in front of people he never could've imagined that he'd do this, that he'd be the student director that led them to a championship

they get the trophy and a ridiculous amount of flowers from their loved ones and they all are just in giddy disbelief that this is happening, they're national champs!!! they are the best choir boys in the nation!!

they come home and the rest of the school year passes by so quickly that it's very suddenly graduation and bitty can't believe his college career at samwell is over 😢

(he and ollie and wicky take pictures together, o&w talk about how excited they are to devote full time attention to their band & wedding planning and bitty's just like wait you're gay??)

bitty got plenty of offers from record companies but he likes his freedom of creativity and he has a built in fanbase from doing youtube all these years so he decides to make an album independently (jack helps him produce & master it 🥰)

when bitty's album comes out about a year later, full of bops about being gay and in love and having struggled but come out the other side more confident than ever, it doesn't get any grammy nominations- and he didn't expect or need that.

what it does do is it resonates. it makes the rounds in youtube and queer internet circles; people his age reach out to him saying this is the music they wish they had as a kid and kids reach out to him saying he's a role model and they're so glad to have his music to listen to. his album is written about as an underrated gem that shines with queer brilliance and is sure to start a party when it comes on.

his parents may not fully understand the road he's chosen for himself but they're still so proud and promote the album as hard as any of his loyal fans (especially the one country-inspired song on the album that he wrote and dedicated to them).

and jack, jack who saw this album from its infancy to its release date, who took the film photo that ended up being the album cover, who worked with bitty to make sure his vision was realized exactly how he wanted it to be, is proud beyond words.

jack starts using his semi-abandoned twitter again to tweet "stream [album name]" every day and bitty retweets them sometimes, with just a "this boy. ❤"

and they're happy. they're good. they have come so far and they are reaping the rewards of all the hard work they put in to make the music that they truly love.

the end :)

[mypoisonedvine]

𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙧𝙮 || niki lauda x reader x james hunt

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : flirting with james shouldn’t have been a problem, because you and niki weren’t even that serious anyways, right?  well, it turns out you are serious, but it also turns out not to be quite the problem you expected.

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 : 2.8k

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : smut (threesome, dubcon (slight), oral f and m receiving, dp/anal, spitroasting, slight degradation/dumbification, overstimulation, spanking), touch of angst, possessiveness, niki being mean (guys, it’s niki), pwp

based on a request by @creme-bruhlee which was based on a thing I told him I was working on which I wasn’t actually working on yet but then I casually wrote in one sitting when I was supposed to be doing my sleepover gah

                       You certainly didn’t like James Hunt.  After all, you were all but contractually obligated to hate him in solidarity with your boyfriend and his biggest rival, Niki.

But you did appreciate James— for his undeniable talent as a driver, and for what he brought out in your boyfriend.  Not just on the track, but at times like this as well.

It started rather innocently, at least as innocent as any press event could be.  Niki wore you proudly on his arm, for most of the interviews: you knew that a lot of this for him was simply a publicity ploy to improve his image, but it honestly didn’t bother you that much since it was partially for publicity on your part as well (you had your own career to advance, after all).

What bothered him, though, was when James started to suddenly chat you up, undeniably flirty but just to the level that it could almost be construed as polite.

He waited until Niki was pulled away for an interview and stood just behind the camera, asking you a million questions and finding dumb excuses to touch you: first it was something in your hair, then admiring your bracelet (Niki gave it to me, you told him; Twice now he’s shown that he has fine taste, James winked in reply) until he finally stepped closer and rested his hand on your lower back.

“Let me show you what a real driver can do, sweetheart,” he offered lowly, leaning in so close that his lips brushed against your temple, and you caught Niki leaving the interview suddenly in the corner of your eye.

“And let me show you what happens when you can’t keep your hands to yourself,” Niki interrupted, shoving James back off of you before hitting him square in the jaw.  You gasped, as did the many reporters and drivers watching, but soon Niki’s attention was turned back to you, fire in his glare.

“Hey, I was just trying to be personable—” James defended as he held his face in his hand, but Niki ignored him, grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you behind him out of the press tent.

“Looks like the infamous Hunt/Lauda rivalry has come to a bit of a head, possibly over Lauda’s girlfriend—” you heard one of the reporters explain to a camera, but soon the buzz faded to silence as Niki took you further away.

“Where are we going, Niki?” you asked nervously, trailing behind him as best you could.

“Somewhere private where you can learn your lesson,” Niki answered, making you swallow dryly.  He wasn’t the sort of person you wanted to be in trouble with.

He found an empty garage and all but tossed you inside, pinning you to the wall at each shoulder.  

“The fuck do you think you’re doing, letting Hunt put his hands on you like that?” he hissed.

“I didn’t let him, he just did it!” you defended.

“Then you tell him to stop!” Niki explained, exasperated.  “Instead of standing right there, right in front of my face and doing nothing!  You can’t imagine how it feels to see another man put his hands on you— and that man...”

You hadn’t realized he cared about that sort of thing; you hadn’t realized he cared about you that much.  “I’m sorry, Niki, it won’t happen again.”

“You’re right about that,” he hissed, “it won’t happen again because you’re going to bend over that toolbox and learn not to test me."

You opened your mouth to protest and yet you were already doing it, feeling your cheeks burn as he pulled your dress up and rubbed his calloused hands over your ass and thighs.

A yelp jumped from your mouth when he hit you, but your thighs clenched together, too. "Now would be a good time to start apologizing," he suggested coldly.

"Niki, baby, I'm so so sorr— ah!" you whined again when he hit you even harder, the sound of his skin on yours echoing around the garage.

"Do you want to flirt with him? Would you rather be his flavor of the week?" Niki interrogated.

"No! Just want you, I swear," you promised, biting your lip to hold back a moan when he hit you twice in a row.

"You'll have me," he promised. "You need to remember who you belong to."

If you weren't so desperate you would've probably protested to that language, but your panties were soaked from almost nothing at all and you were in no position to debate with him.

The sound of his uniform unzipping was like music to your ears, and you purred a little when he pulled your panties down your thighs slowly. "Are you enjoying this?" he realized. "It's supposed to be a punishment and still you're soaking wet. Is that for him or me?"

"You, Niki, fuck me, please," you whined, the sound shifting into a gasp as he pushed inside you roughly, a little too deep and a little too fast for how little you'd been prepared. It was usually some level of struggle to take him but this was a very new circumstance: now he was fucking you with a point to make, with a message to send. And you got that message loud and clear as he mercilessly pounded into you, nearly knocking over the toolkit you were bent onto. "Fffuck," you stammered, holding onto the aluminum for dear life while he grunted behind you.

"You can moan louder than that, no need to suppress yourself," he encouraged.

"They could hear us, they're not too far away—"

He spanked you again and you cried out, realizing he likely wanted them to hear you; he wanted those reporters to make sure everyone knew that you were his. "Tell them who's fucking you so good, hm? Tell them who you belong to."

"Niki," you sobbed, "yours, baby, I'm yours..."

Just then, the door to the garage swung open and you gasped at the sight of James Hunt. You tried to kick Niki away and cover yourself but he didn't budge— he didn't even stop fucking you, much to your humiliation.

"I'm a little busy here, James," Niki explained with a smug grin.

"I can tell— listen, if you're gonna make us all hear this, could you at least do it right?" James frowned. "Your girl has many talents but acting is not one of them."

"Are you saying this is a performance?" Niki realized.

"You'd be able to tell the difference if you'd ever heard a woman actually finish but with you, that's impossible," James laughed. "Smart move going from behind, though, spare her from having to look at—" James motioned to his face broadly— "this whole situation you have going on."

"If you think you can do better, Hunt, I'd love to see you try."

You started about a thousand questions but didn't finish any of them, and James grinned as he shut the door behind himself. "I told you I'd show you what a real driver can do, didn't I?" he addressed you, crossing the room to where Niki had you pinned down.

Before you could say anything (not that you knew what to say), James grabbed your hair and kissed you, not quite rough yet but completely dominating as his tongue slid over yours and tickled the roof of your mouth.

"You wouldn't be doing that if you knew where her mouth had been, James," Niki chuckled.

"That sort of shit doesn't bother me, Lauda," James explained once he'd broken his lips away from yours. "It's called confidence in my masculinity, look it up sometime. I know exactly what's been in her cunt, too, and I'm still gonna show her how a real man eats pussy."

You got a little nervous at the sound of that, but wetter as well.

Niki circled to face you, clutching your jaw and examining your expression carefully as James hungrily licked and sucked at your cunt.

"If you're going to eat her cunt then let me fill it with my come first, give you a little taste of victory, eh?" Niki joked, but James pushed him away and you whined slightly when your boyfriend's cock slipped out of you... but it was only a moment before James knelt behind you, swiping his tongue over your swollen bud and drenched opening as you purred.

"I hope your jaw isn't too sore, Hunt," Niki sneered.

"It's not," James assured with saccharine faux-sweetness before diving back in to taste you further.

James stopped to lean his head out to the side. "Think she likes the sound of that, Niki— she clenched down on my tongue real tight."

"If you come for him, you won't like what I'll do to you," Niki warned you harshly. "You won't sit right for a week, at least."

"Oh, I see," Niki smirked. "You want me to tear up that little ass... should've known, you have that look about you: the kind of girl who acts innocent in public but turns into a whore when the lights go out."

Yet again James caught you reacting to what Niki said, though this time he didn't need to announce it since your own moan gave you away.

"Go ahead and fuck her then, Hunt, and get her ass ready for me," Niki instructed. You were surprised when James obeyed, standing up and unzipping his uniform as well to start rubbing his cock over your dripping pussy.

"You want it, sweetheart?" James taunted. "Ask very nicely."

"Fuck me, James, please," you sighed, and he was much more gentle than Niki had been as he filled you, letting you savor every inch of his length.

"Sounds so lovely when you say my name like that, do it again," James demanded, slowly beginning to rock into you.

"James," you breathed, gasping when Niki pushed his cock against your lips; you could taste yourself on him and it turned you on even more.

"I think we can find a better use for your mouth than boosting James' ego, yes?" Niki groaned as he started to fuck your mouth, holding your head steady. "Certainly he doesn't need any more of that."

You moaned loudly around Niki's cock when James circled his finger around your tighter rim. The first knuckle pushed in and you felt your knees wobble. Then back out again, then to the second knuckle-- each twist of his finger he went a little deeper, he even went so far as to spit on your hole which made you choke from more than just Niki's cock down your throat.

"Your girl's gotta sweet little cunt, Niki," James groaned as he fucked you faster. "You should let your pit crew use her, too, give 'em a morale boost."

"Maybe I will if she doesn't behave for us today," Niki considered, weaving his fingers into your hair to start fucking your face more roughly.

Your legs threatened to give out with the way James was fucking you; your eyes rolled back in your head with a suppressed moan as Niki kept using your mouth.

Around the same time Niki pulled his cock out to rub it over your face, James pulled out to slap his swollen head on your clit.

Another finger pushed into your ass and you made a sound that you hardly recognized as your own. "If I had known you liked it up the ass so much, you would've never taken it anywhere else," Niki promised with a growl.

Once James decided both your holes were ready, they seemed to have no trouble at all manhandling you into the position they needed— surely it was the first time you'd ever seen them work together— and soon you found yourself balanced on James' lap while Niki found his place behind you.

"Do you think you can take us both, sweetheart?" James taunted as you felt both of them teasing your holes.

"Well, I've never been fucked by two massive dicks before," you admitted, "and you have big cocks, so..."

"I'll miss that wit of yours when you become a mindless, drooling fuckdoll in the next two minutes," Niki stated plainly.

It only took ten seconds.

Your hands weakly held onto James' shoulders as you bounced on top of him, moaning lowly as you were filled beyond what you thought possible. Niki had to hold your waist to help guide you, occasionally thrusting forward to fill your ass with every inch of him.

"Ah, fuck," you moaned, reaching beside you to grab Niki's forearm in an attempt to stabilize yourself.

James tore your dress down the front and latched onto your tits, sucking hard and even letting his teeth graze one nipple while Niki used his free hand to pinch the other.

Even when your eyes fell shut and your brain was totally empty, you could tell them apart just by touch. It was Niki sucking a mark on the side of your neck, but James grabbing a rough handful of your ass. It was Niki that reached around to rub your clit, but James that nibbled and sucked on your earlobe while whispering things so dirty that your face burned hot.

"We can both feel it when you come, do it again," Niki demanded just before your third hit you.

"Give us a good squeeze, sweetheart, wanna feel that cunt milk me," James agreed.

"I-I'm coming," you gasped as your head fell back, both of them laughing and cooing proudly.

"There she goes."

"Good fucking girl."

"Gets tighter every time."

You only regained your ability to tell who said what when you felt Niki's lips against your ear, his voice soothing your aching, quivering body. "You want to be full of come, don't you?" he presumed, and you nodded sleepily. "We'll fill you as deep as we can, and you need to keep it in you for the rest of the day."

"Yes, Niki," you agreed softly.

They picked up their pace and you felt like a ragdoll as they thrust into your limp body, chasing their highs as recklessly as always until you lost your voice from moaning so loud.

James finished first, though you imagined this was one race he would’ve preferred not to win.  He bit down on your shoulder as he filled you, hard enough to leave a mark which you knew would anger Niki when he realized it.

"Tell me who you belong to," Niki pleaded one last time, coming inside you the moment you answered "you, Niki."

And then it was just the three of you, standing there in a sweaty jumble of limbs, catching your breath and trying to process what had just occurred.

“Do you think we can get out of here without too many reporters seeing?” Niki asked James.

“I’m going to worry about getting out of the girl first, then the building,” James decided, and the two of them helped lift you onto your numb legs, your body slow to recover from the onslaught of sensations that had been forced on you this long.  If anything was more jarring than being filled by both of them, it was both of them pulling out at once.  Come leaked out of you from more places than you cared to admit, and since James had torn your dress, Niki gave you his uniform to wear which left him in only the undershirt and boxers he wore beneath.

“I can’t believe I’m getting your spunk on my uniform right now, Hunt,” Niki grimaced, making James laugh as he zipped himself back up.  Funny enough, he looked the most normal after all this of the three of you; maybe because he always had that ‘just had some freaky sex’ look about him.  You and Niki were a bit newer to the game, so you didn’t wear it as well, but honestly you thought he looked pretty cute with his curls all messed up from when you’d run your fingers through them.

“Well,” James announced with a puffed chest and proud smile, “next time you two are having a lover’s spat, give me a call and I’ll lend a hand or cock as needed.  But I think I’ll take my leave now.”

What do you say after something like that?  Apparently the answer is nothing, considering you just nodded slightly and Niki gave him an awkward wave as he disappeared out the door with the nonchalance as his arrival.

Plunged into silence, you glanced over at Niki who was already staring at you.  “So?” he asked.  “Was he better?”

“No,” you answered right away.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Relief washed over you when he pulled you into an embrace and kissed your forehead; you couldn’t think of the last time he was so affectionate.  “Let’s get back to the track and find you a new dress, hm?” he suggested.  “One that James Hunt absolutely won’t get his hands on.”

[yourmidnightlover]

pain reliever

TW: descriptive talk abt period cramps ig?, talk abt cysts, mutual pining lol

Summary: in which spencer and Y/N love each other but refuse to tell each other. Y/N's having major period pain, the effect of a cyst, and spencer comes over to comfort her.

WC: 3,744

A/N - this one’s a bit of a rollercoaster. it has three different POV’s so just bear with me please!

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don't get me wrong, working at the BAU is amazing and definitely has it's perks, but it also has several downsides too. one of those pesky little downsides includes the amount of time off we have.

meaning we don't have much downtime.

this was one of the rare occasions when we were able to have two weeks off, the result of a very strenuous case.

this time was so exciting, spencer and i planned to go out to a movie he'd been dying to see. nobody else wanted to go with him and were being absolute jerks about it, so i automatically stepped up to go with him.

i went to bed the night before we were supposed to go out after showering. i was actually excited to be able to spend some time with him.

i couldn't help but begin to have feelings for him soon after i joined the team. i mean, who would be able to resist those amazing curls, the sweet smile, kind spirit, not to even mention how smart he is.

he didn't know that, of course. and i planned for him to never know. i was able to keep it a secret for 5 and a half years, and i didn't plan on stopping that streak anytime soon. i didn't want to ruin the friendship i had with him by confessing my undying love for him only to confirm my fears of it being unrequited.

i woke up groaning, the effect of an intense pain on my neck, back, and uterus. I almost immediately knew what that meant, sadly.  

i ran to the bathroom, only to find my suspicions confirmed. my period has always been irregular but about a year ago, i started getting terrible cramps when it wasn't anywhere close to the time for my period.

i went to the doctor to find out a cyst had grown on my left ovary so i started taking birth control per my doctor's request. the only thing about the birth control i was on was that it made me sick when i was on the green pill, so i had to stop taking it.

not taking it meant my period was always a surprise. but hey... at least i wasn't pregnant i guess.

when i took the birth control, it also lessened the cramps. not taking it also brought them back. sometimes not even the extra strength mydol was able to subside the terrible cramps that would ripple throughout my body.

those cramps meant that i needed to cancel my plans with spencer. i could only hope he wouldn't take it as me not wanting to spend time with him.

although, i certainly didn't want him to see me like this.

i decided i would take a shower in attempt to wash the dirty feeling off of my body. I could just call him after i got out and tell him i have a bug or something.

i took my time washing myself, letting the hot water soothe my aching muscles. cysts normally only affect the uterus area and cause discomfort at most times, but it always becomes severely worse during that time of the month.

luckily, my doctors helped create an appointment for a procedure to remove the cyst. the only catch being that the appointment is still 6 months away.

i finished showering and wrapped a towel around my body before popping two mydol's in my mouth and swallowing. i grabbed my cell and quickly dialed spencer's name.

"Y/N! hi. what's up?" he asked sweetly. i could hear the excitement in his voice.

"hey, spence," i started, already feeling terrible for the sad news. "i won't be able to go out today. i really, really wish i could. i came down with something and don't think i'm well enough to go out. i'm so sorry," i murmured, already regretted having to cancel.

"oh... that's okay. are you alright? do you need me to take you to the doctor?" he asked all worried. i giggled softly.

"no, that's alright, spence. thank you though. i think i'm probably just gonna get some house work done in the meantime," i declared with a sigh.

"you're planning on cleaning when you're sick? another reason to never doubt the strength of a woman, i suppose," he quipped, another laugh erupting from my chest, this one being louder.

"that, spencer reid, is why you're my best friend," i said with a smile.

"that and the fact that you actually listen to my incessant babbling and rambles," he remarked.

"i actually happen to enjoy those rambles, doctor. don't sell yourself short," I demanded in a sweet tone.

"thank you, Y/N. you should get some rest. don't overexert yourself," he said sweetly. "in all the years i've known you you've only been sick a number of times, so i would imagine you really don't feel too well," he declared. "goodbye."

"goodbye, spencer. s-sorry again," I stammered out.

I hung up the phone before actually getting dressed in some proper underwear. I threw on some loose shorts and skipped putting a bra on, my boobs were really sore, opting for just throwing a tank top on.

i started with doing the dishes from last night. the medicine was kind of kicking in, not fully taking the stabbing pain away but lessening it enough to where it would be manageable.

once the dishes were done i started doing the laundry, taking breaks in-between loads. during the breaks i made sure to drink a lot of water to stay hydrated.

part of me was debating going to the store to pick up some dark chocolate, ice cream, kale chips, and some chinese, but i decided against it.

i'm sure if i went out i would immediately regret it and have the pain 10x worse, just because that's my luck. so, suffering alone it was.

once i finished all of the laundry, i sat down on the couch. i had been going for about three hours, and definitely felt the toll it was taking on my body.

i turned on FRIENDS and grabbed a heating pad from a bin in my living room. i placed the pad on my upper back and groaned at the heat.

before i knew it, i was dead asleep.

SPENCER'S POV

i didn't buy it.

she never gets sick, and when she does it's like she's dying. she doesn't laugh when she's sick, and her voice wasn't as nasally.

don't get me wrong, something was obviously wrong with her, but she wasn't sick sick. maybe another sick.

what else would cause her to cancel plans with me? she's never done that before.

although, there was one time where she mentioned her needing to go to the doctor for a consult about a cyst. maybe it was the cyst?

wait... her uterus. the cyst was on her uterus.

we were on a case a couple months back, and this unsub was hard to track down. when we managed to figure out where he was, she ended up having to chase him down. she had to run a mile for at least 7 minutes before actually getting him. he was only 25 and was an exercise fanatic.

after catching the guy and bringing him in she had a hard time hiding her discomfort. even at the station, abut an hour later, she was still grabbing her lower stomach in pain. when i asked her what was wrong she told me about the cyst and where it was.

although, the cyst never really affected her energy level since then. she was able to go out on cases and perform perfectly fine.

the only thing that it could've been would be her- ohhh!!

oh...

i should get her something. food. she loves food.

she's probably in a lot of pain right now because of that. she shouldn't have to handle that pain 24/7. she was so sweet, and caring, and generous, and loving, and undeserving of any sort of discomfort.

to be honest, i've had the largest crush on her since after she joined the BAU. who wouldn't?

she's such an amazing person. just being around her lightens my mood. not to mention her beauty. don't get me wrong, i absolutely love her mind and everything about her personality, but the beauty she beholds is beyond anything i've ever encountered. then again, maybe the feelings i have for her boost that beauty in my eyes.

it was that beauty that kept me quiet. why would someone with beauty as ethereal as hers even look at a guy like me? it's like she's not meant for this world. she's too good for this world.

i'm in too deep now to share my feelings. i would do anything to keep her light in my life, even if that meant keeping all my love for her bottled up.

my heart ached at the thought of her in pain that i can't help her subside. the least i could do is be there for her.

i quickly grabbed my keys- yes, that's right. i'm driving for her. what kind of man am i?- and headed out of my apartment.

i went to the grocery store and picked up some of her favorites, dark chocolate, mint chip ice cream, kale chips, and... chinese. she loves chinese, so surely that's what she's craving. if she doesn't want it i would gladly get her whatever it is she does want.

i would give her the entire world if i could.

after picking the items up, i made my way to her place and pulled her key out of my pocket after she didn't answer my knock the first couple times. We had both decided to give each other a copy of our keys for safety purposes, result of me becoming the designated driver after a girl's night out gone wrong.

long story short, all the girls left with someone, leaving Y/N stranded at a heavily populated bar. if the girls weren't drunk when they left then i know i would've scolded them for leaving her in such danger. hell, they were FBI agents and left a friend who wasn't in her right mind alone in the middle of the night.

the only reason i was able to pick her up was because she drunkingly called me, slurring her words together. that's a story for another time.

i held the bags in one hand and the chinese food under my arm while i unlocked the door and quitely walked in. i saw her laying down on the couch, looking so peaceful.

SECOND PERSON

spencer looked at you as you slept. he noticed the heating pad laying on your back as your face was partially smushed from the couch. he'd never seen anything so adorable.

he pushed a strand of hair out of your face as he gently tapped your shoulders to wake you. you squinted at him in confusion for a second before you finally spoke.

"spencer? wh-what're you doing here?" you questioned him in disbelief.

you had no idea why he was here. you had told him you couldn't go out, right?

"me being the amazing profiler i am figured out what was actually wrong," he gloated. "i brought your favorite snacks and came with chinese food. if you want something else i could always go back out and-"

"did you drive?" you squeaked.

"why wouldn't i? you're in pain right now, that's the least i could do to somehow help you," he gushed.

you felt tears pricking your eyes at his confession. how could someone be so selfless and kind as to put themselves though something they hate doing for you?

"hey-hey, what is it?" he worriedly questioned.

"i-it's just... th-that's so sweet, and nice, and you hate driving, and you're such an amazing person, and i don't deserve you," you sniffled out, the tears flowing past my eyes as you sat up on the couch to give him a place to sit.

He grabbed the heating pad that fell off your back and set it on the coffee table before wiping your tears. His arms wrapped around your shoulders as you lightly cried into his shirt for a few minutes before pulling back.

"sorry about your shirt," you whined.

"don't worry about it. and i truly think it's me who doesn't deserve you, Y/N," he said softly. "now, let's dig into the food. i'm actually hungry right now, i had to smell it the entire way here and it's been taunting me ever since," he said seriously, eliciting another laugh out of you. "oh! there she is! i love hearing your laugh," he smiled.

"oh, you're just saying that," you waved him off as he feigned offense with a loud gasp.

"are you accusing me of lying, Y/N? i'm terribly offended," he shot his hand over his heart in an attempt to mock pain as he groaned.

"i would never, spencie," you taunted with a smirk before getting an actual cramp.

your face contorted slightly in pain as you bent over in an attempt to ease the discomfort. it felt like someone was stabbing your entire lower stomach and punching you all at once. the pain and sudden movement made your head begin to throb intensely, so you didn't know where to put your hands. your stomach or head? you chose stomach.

spencer felt horrible as he watched you go through such pain.

"what hurts, Y/N/N? let me help you," spencer pleaded.

"head. really bad," you groaned.

he got behind you as his hands found your temples and began massaging them gently, being able to subside the pain pulsing in your head. while your stomach still hurt, the pain became bearable again, allowing you to sit up and face spencer. he saw that your eyes were full of tears once again and his arms flew around you.

he hated that you had to go through that... every month too? your pain tolerance has always been high, something spencer learned after you got shot in the thigh and didn't even shed a tear, so he knew the fact that tears were in your eyes had meant the pain had to be terrible.

"food?" he said softly, you nodded eagerly, still being wary of the headache.

he went into your kitchen and put away the ice cream, chocolate, and kale chips before getting the chinese. he grabbed you a water bottle from your fridge before exiting the kitchen and sitting beside you on the couch.

"why didn't you tell me they were this bad?" spencer wondered.

"i didn't want you to worry, or see me like this," you shrugged.

it was true, you hated anyone seeing you hurt or weak. you prided yourself on being tough and strong enough to withstand most things. the fact that a measly monthly period was breaking you hurt your ego more than you'd like to admit.

for spencer, he didn't care. the only thing he wanted to do was make sure you were okay and be there for you when you weren't. he was determined to help you through this time. it made him feel... important. he enjoyed caring for others as it gave him a sense of purpose.

"Y/N, i don't care what state you're in. i always enjoy seeing you. and i'm always here to help you. asking for help makes you stronger than you'd think," he soothed you.

one thing you loved about him was that he always had a way with words. he was able to make you feel safe in the most dangerous situations, calm in the most chaotic, comfortable in the most destitute, and all with words.

you ate your food rather quickly after realizing you hadn't eaten all day. you were unashamed of eating that much, too. you'd become so comfortable with him over the years that you didn't feel embarrassed over something as routine as eating as you normally would with others.

after spencer finished eating he insisted on cleaning up rather than you do it yourself.

and to think, you thought you couldn't fall deeper in love with the man and here you were, falling deeper the longer he stayed.

little did you know that spencer was already madly in love with you.

he came back and sat beside you gently, looking at you with the utmost adoration that you couldn't see since you were back to being doubled over in pain.

"let's get you laid down, hmm?" spencer suggested as he gently rubbed your back.

"mhmm," you agreed, sitting up far too quickly. your back shot out in pain as you tried to straighten out, bringing a groan to your lips and causing you to twist your torso in an attempt to avoid any more hurt. "i guess i can just stay here," you said, resuming the doubled-over position.

spencer wanted to cry himself seeing you so defeated. you were the most strong-willed person he knew and here you were, giving up on something. he wouldn't let that happen.

"you'll be more comfortable in the bed. i'll carry you since you can't get up, okay?" spencer suggested.

you hummed in defeat as he swiftly scooped you up, leaving your body folded up as you swung your arms around his neck. he laid you down on the bed gently as you groaned at your back stretching out.

"turn over on your stomach," spencer ordered.

"wh-what? why?" you wondered.

"you'll see when you do it, ms. stubborn-pants," he teased.

you groaned and flopped onto your stomach, reaching to cuddle the pillow your head was resting on. spencer secretly wished he was that pillow.

his hands fell onto your back, applying light pressure right between your shoulder blades.

"ohh, this is what you were gonna do," you hummed in content as his hands continued to work their magic. he gathered your hair and pulled it to the side as he worked his way up to your neck. "ugh that feels amazing, spence," you groaned.

spencer huffed a laugh at your enthusiasm, him being happy that he can subside some of your pain. if doing something as simple as giving you a massage made you happy, he was happy.

spencer worked his hands back down to your shoulders and worked out nearly every single knot on your back. you felt your breathing slow from the relaxation and didn't even realize how good of a distraction your hands on her body were. if only you could massage my boobs, you thought with a laugh.

"umm... what?" spencer questioned.

"hmm?" you questioned, suddenly realizing that you had said that out loud. "i didn't say anything," you said, your voice raising an octave as you spoke.

spencer knew what he had heard, but decided to drop it to make you more comfortable.

"right, sorry," he said with a smile. maybe you did have feelings for him.

he continued the massage and noticed you were asleep after about ten more minutes. He sighed as he watched your hair move with each breath you took. he relished in the fact that he helped you achieve something, that he was useful for something.

"god, i love you so much," he whispered. "i love you so much, i don't even think i could tell you how much i truly love you."

you were awake. you heard him. you heard every word. you were in that weird between stage when you weren't really asleep, but you weren't necessarily awake either.

"i love you too, spencer," you spoke.

spencer shot up at your words, realization hitting him as you stirred in what he assumed was your sleep. you rolled over onto your back and looked into his eyes.

"i love you so, so much, spence," you smiled, noticing the shocked look on his face.

"y-you do?" he babbled.

"of course i do. how could i not?" you quipped, noticing his utter nervousness.

"i-i can't believe it. you love me?"

"how many times do i have to say it? i love you, spencer reid. i love you," you said as the shocked expression on his face turned into one of pure happiness and joy.

"i love you, Y/N Y/L/N. i've loved you for so long..." he trailed off, bringing your body into his arms.

"and fyi, i mean the romantic way if you didn't catch that," you joked.

"good because that's exactly how i meant it," he said, pulling back to look at you once again. "ca-can i kiss you?" he asked as his hands were balanced on the back of your neck.

you nodded eagerly before his lips crashed into yours passionately as you placed your hands on his face. the feeling of his sharp jawline with his scruffy facial hair something you've been wanting to feel against your skin for far too long.

spencer tugged gently at your hair, bringing a soft moan to your lips, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth gingerly. he was immediately granted dominance as you allowed his tongue to travel into your mouth, investigating it thoroughly.

you were both in a state of euphoria as you delved into each other's presence in a new manner. both of you knew this discovery would change your relationship, but you had both gone through every scenario in your minds in the many years' past.

you finally pulled back at another sharp pain in your uterus.

"ouchhh," you grimaced.

"are you okay? what can i do?" he wondered eagerly.

"just cuddle with me?" you asked with pleading eyes.

"of course i can," he smiled.

he moved up to the headboard and laid his head on one of your pillows after getting underneath the covers. after he opened his arms, you rested your head on his chest and threw one arm over his torso, interlacing your legs underneath the sheets. he brought one arm around your waist as the other drew you closer across your shoulders. You nestled your head into his neck and inhaled his comforting scent.

"you smell good," you giggled.

"thank you," he laughed at your compliment.

"spencer?" you asked.

"yea, Y/N?"

"you're my pain reliever."

[bokunoheroanalysisforthefuture]

And so preparations for the final event begin! Let’s see if these being one on one matches helps me get through them a bit faster when I’m not having to transcribe quite so much action all at once.

[No. 32 - Smile, Prince of Nonsense Land!]

Another character profile to start out with! (I swear I’m gonna have to make a post compiling these once we’ve gotten all of them for class 1a… maybe run a comparison with the end of chapter profiles? Eh shrug.)

I swear, my instincts say that something that that tail should not be as flexible as it is because of its circumference. I know, I know, quirks, freaking magic, don’t think about it, but still. It’s a very straightforward quirk with a surprising amount of utility, and he makes full use of it. Good for him! Now, onto the chapter proper.

Kirishima is pretty hyped for a tournament, thinking about how they’ll be up in ‘that ring he sees on TV every year.’ Mina asks him if it was a tournament last year as well, but Sero’s the one to answer - the format’s always different, but most years involve some kind of head to head competition. (Apparently the year before theirs involved foam sword fighting, and now I’m incredibly disappointed we didn’t get to see that for this sports festival finale… would have been absolutely hilarious.)

Midnight holds up a box of lots, saying that match-ups will be decided by drawing lots. Once that’s done, they’ll move on to the festivities and then the tournament itself. It’s up to each of the sixteen finalists whether or not they participate in the fun, since she figures some of them would rather take a breather and save their strength. 

She starts to call for the first place team to draw lots, but Ojiro raises his hand, calling for her attention. He then states that he’d like to drop out, much to the shock of the others. Someone (I think Kirishima?) asks him why, since this is his chance of being noticed by the pros. Ojiro stats that he has no memories of the cavalry battle or anything that happened in it up until the tail end. And it’s probably his quirk that did that. 

Ohh, ominous. And Izuku’s really concerned for Ojiro here. Ojiro states that he knows this is a great opportunity, and he knows it seems stupid to throw it away, but this final turnament… everyone else made it with their own strength. But he’s standing here and he doesn’t even know how or why. He just can’t take it. 

Hagakure says that he’s thinking about it too hard, and that he can just show what he’s made of in the tournament. Mina agrees, saying that by that logic, she shouldn’t really be here either. Ojiro starts crying, hiding his face in his hand as he shakes, explaining that he’s talking about his pride here. He doesn’t think it’s right. (He also has no idea why the girls are dressed like that. Really, the entire cheerleader gimmick seems a bit… awkward, here.)

Izuku has no idea what to say. But class B’s Nirengeki does - kind of. He admits that he can’t remember anything either, so he wants to withdraw as well. This is a contest of skill, so letting someone who didn’t do anything advance… doesn’t that defeat the whole point of the sports festival? Isn’t it against the rules?

Kirishima starts to tear up, calling the two manly. Up in the booth, Present Mic announces the strange turn of events, while Aizawa wonders what Midnight, as the coordinator, will decide. Midnight’s ruling?

She likes it. The two are allowed to withdraw. Aoyama puts a hand on Ojiro’s shoulder and promises to win it for him. 

Midnight tells the kids that replacing the two will be members of team Kendo, who took fifth. Kendo replies that if it’s gonna be like that, then shouldn’t it be team Tetsu instead? Her team was immobilized pretty much the whole time, while team Tetsu were giving it their all to keep what they had until the very end. She then hastens to assure that they aren’t colluding or anything, it just feels right.

Tetsutetsu is in tears by the gesture. After a brief transition, it’s decided that Tetsutetsu and Shiozaki will join the finalists, bringing the number back up to sixteen. And with that, the match-ups can be drawn!

Izuku notes that if he wins his first match, his second’s gonna be against Shouto. Which I feel is very rude of him to just entirely discount the possibility of Sero winning the match. I mean, it’s an honest assessment, but STILL. Rude. Anyways, before his match with Shouto, he still has to face off against Shinsou, who has to be-

And speak of the devil, there’s the guy in question. He wants to know if he’s Midoriya Izuku, which startles Izuku. Izuku recognizes him from the declaration of war two weeks back. He goes to respond, only to be cut off by Ojiro’s tail over his mouth. Shinsou huffs and turns t head away, while Ojiro warns Izuku not to answer him. 

We get a few other reactions from some of the other students: Shouto contemplates how his match with Izuku will be sooner than expected, and that he wants Izuku to bring his best before he takes him down. Katsuki wonders out loud who Uraraka is, which startles an eep out of her, possibly for using her actual name. Mei approaches Tenya, chucking as she starts to ask him something. And Present Mic announces that they’re setting aside the tournament for the time being, and getting on with the thrill-a-minute festivities. 

There’s a few snapshots of what everyone is up to over the course of the side events: some of the non-finalists racing massive balls (probably rubber?) around the inside perimeter of the stadium, Ojiro talking to a stressed out Izuku, Tokoyami napping in a tree, Tenya drinking five (5) cans of orange juice, Katsuki doing… something, Shouto crouched down resting somewhere outside the stadium, and finally some students searching for items on the cards they were given. Oh, right, and the girls are doing cheerleader stuff, with Hagakure being the most enthusiastic, and Jirou and Momo as the least. 

Honestly, with that jump, Hagakure is either buff as heck, or Ochako is lending her a hand. 

While all this is happening, Izuku is narrating how some people preferred to psych themselves up, while others tried to relax. Everyone was dealing with it differently. And before they knew it, the time had come.

We come back into the narrative as Cementoss is just finishing up crafting the battle platform from scratch, which is honestly incredibly impressive. I guess his manipulation of cement includes being able to dry it out super fast. And really, with how it looks, he’s just showing off. Especially with those torches, like, those can’t have been made from cement. Were they just put there and the cement set around them? Did he use the cement to manipulate them into place? I have questions, sir.

As I said, showing off just a touch. 

Present Mic thanks Cementoss before asking the crowds if they’re ready. He talks about how the students have been through hell to get here, but now it’s time for the one-on-one tournament! They’ll only have themselves to rely on. Even if someone isn’t a hero, that saying holds true! You know it! Spirit, technique, strength, wisdom, and knowledge! Use them all and show us your best!

...They’ll only have themselves to rely on, even applied to non-heroes? Uh, wow. Talk about the underlying 𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓾𝓮𝓼 showing up here. I honestly can’t help but think that Izuku’s issues with heading off alone in the current manga arc has less to do with emulating All Might, and more absorbing all these small asides and comments from all the staff of UA. Which is fucking 𝕪𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤.

Anyways, while Mic’s doing his thing, Izuku is trying to calm himself before his match, only for Toshinori to come up to talk to him. He notes how it took a while, but Izuku’s finally getting the hang of using One For All, and gives Izuku a wonky thumbs up. Izuku is surprised to see his mentor there, but also corrects him - he doesn’t really have a hang of it, he’s still uneasy. He brings up his microwave visualization thing, and how he’s been trying to recall when he launched it at the villain, but it still feels dangerous. As if he could fall apart if he loses focus for a second, and, well, it’s like Toshinori saw. Given the level his body is at, even when Izuku controls it, it only gives a small boost in power. 

Toshinoir thinks on it for a bit, before reminding Izuku about that talk about giving it between zero and a hundred. As Izuku is now, heis body’s capable of about five percent. Izuku considers that, thinking that if it’s like that, then he’s just gotten lucky with everything. Toshinori gives him a few thwacks on the head and neck, telling Izuku that that’s because he’s always been trying his hardest, calling him a prince of nonsense. He also chides Izuku, saying he’ll never be a hero looking so mopey.

While Izuku recovers from the assault, Toshinori tells him to listen, before stating that especially when Izuku is feeling worried or scared, that’s when he needs to smile. Izuku’s come this far, so show some bravado, even if it’s fake. To punctuate this, Toshinori swells up into All Might, giving him another thumbs up. And I guess it kind of works as motivation, since Izuku seems less stressed?

Anywho, we finally get into the first match! Present Mic announces the two, with Izuku getting a comment about his making a weird face despite his good performance, and Shinsou getting a comment about not having done anything to stand out yet. The rules are simple - win by knocking out your opponent, immobilizing them, or getting them to say ‘I give up!’ Bring the pain! Recovery Girl’s on standby. And fight dirty if you must! ‘Ethics’ have no meaning here!

...this explains why Shinsou immediately went for such a low blow. 

Anywho, Cementoss makes himself a seat to watch from, so as to be prepared to stop the match at any time. Present Mic clarifies that going for the kill is a big no-no and will disqualify you, because a true hero’s fists fly only when in pursuit of villains. 

Shinsou starts talking, contemplating the ‘I give up’ option before asking Izuku if he gets it? That this battle’s going to test his strength of will. If you have any kind of vision for your future, there’s no sense in worrying about how you get there. Like that monkey, babbling about his stupid pride. 

Wow is Izuku pissed. Present Mic announces the start of the match as Shinsou rhetorically asks what kind of dumbass throws away a chance like this. Izuku rushes forward furiously demanding to know what Shinsou just said - only to stop dead. Shinsou calls it his win, while in the stands, Ojiro is stressing out, tail flailing as he snaps at how he’d warned Izuku about this. Toshinori is waiting at the entrance to the stadium, confused. 

Present Mic asks what’s wrong, the battle’s just started, show some spirit! Mere seconds into the match, Izuku is frozen in place?

And we end the chapter on that cliffhanger. What an introduction to Shinsou, and we have more to go in the next… one or two chapters, can’t recall. 

Anywho, see y’all next time for spooky quirk shenanigans! Can’t believe our first ghost sighting is about to happen. Fricken love ghosts.

[malewifegradyruewen]

An Untitled Original Work Goes To Pride

happy pride!! the auow crew is gay so ofc i had to do something for pride!!

i’m realising now that i’m basically writing fanfic for my own writing but it’s fine somebody’s gotta do it

this takes place the summer before auow actually starts, so no Sammie content (or Logan, Benji, or Ellison)

disclaimer: i've never been to pride so most of this came from google and a vague memory from walking through a Christopher Street Day festival in Germany two summers ago

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trigger warnings: biphobia, swearing, light violence mention, ask to tag

word count: 1018

tagging: @fire-sapphics @damischs @zoyyanazyalensky @love-pyramus @ketterdamkid @pencilwritesshiz47 @tiergan-andrin-alenefar @mermistahawk @dirty-racoon @tommyinnitt @enbies-and-felonies @sophia-not-sofie @imaramennoodle @littlemisscupcake @cadence-talle @knifescythe @anaccidentwaitingtohappen @completekeefitztrash and lmk know if you wanna be added/removed!!

They could see the mass of people from blocks away. Thousands of brightly dressed people, with all sorts of signs and accessories to help them stand out in the crowd. Music blared louder than any concert Mally had ever been to.

Gina had swapped her all-black look for black jean shorts and purple converse to go with a t-shirt she’d tie-dyed and cropped. Leo had been slathering on sunscreen, but was growing increasingly more distracted as they drew nearer to the crowd. Andre’s fanny pack was covered in buttons and pins that the group had applied the night before in preparation for the event.

“Woah, Mally, this is insane,” Leo said. “There’s so much going on!”

“I know, right?” she said gleefully. “Come on, we can’t be late to watch the parade!”

She led the group of friends through the crowded streets of the festival, weaving past vendors and corporate booths. The crowds were thick, but she expertly dodged people, making sure to hold onto Andre's hand so the chain wouldn’t be broken. Finally, they arrived at the curb where they would have an unobscured vantage point.

“They’re starting!” she pointed. “Look!”

There it was, in all its glory. The Philadelphia Pride Parade was just beginning, and they’d arrived just in time.

“I can’t believe we’re actually here!” Gina said, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “I never thought I’d be able to go!”

“I know, right? My parents are so chill. I never thought they’d go for this idea.”

“Where are they today?”

“Uh, they took my sister to a museum, I think. But come on, let’s watch the parade!”

The four kids watched gleefully as the parade went by, waving at performers and screaming along to the music. They collected beads as they were thrown into the crowds, collecting several dozen and putting them all around Andre’s neck.

Partway through the spectacle, Mally turned to Gina and said, “Hold this.” She thrust the little flag she’d been holding at her friend and pulled her backpack off. She unzipped it, reached inside, and pulled out a bisexual flag. “This is for you, I totally forgot about it this morning.”

“Oh my God, Mally, thank you so much!” Gina exclaimed, hugging her friend. “I love it, thank you!” Her excitement was infectious as she unfolded it and wrapped it around her shoulders as a cape.

Mally whipped out a lesbian flag and followed suit while Gina showed her new accessoriy off to the boys. Leo grabbed a little container of bubbles out of his pocket and started blowing them in Gina’s face while Andre threw some of his beads around her neck.

When the parade ended, their chain linked up once more as they visited different booths and got countless freebies. Rubbery wristbands choked their forearms, while Leo’s shirt became plastered with stickers. Andre suddenly had not one, but four pairs of bright orange sunglasses on his face, all sporting a logo for a company none of them had ever heard of. After a bit of wandering, Gina stopped to buy a snack.

“You spent eight dollars on a pretzel?” Andre asked.

“What?” she defended herself. “I was hungry! Plus, I got a sticker,” she added, peeling off the backing and adding it to the collection that had amassed on Leo’s shirt.

“That’s still a lot,” Andre said skeptically.

“Yeah,” Gina agreed, her mouth full of pretzel. “It’s not even that good.”

“I’ll eat it!” Leo grabbed at it, but she dodged him and left him to stumble to catch his balance.

“Mine,” she said, grabbing Mally’s arm and moving on to the next vendor.

They continued in this fashion for nearly an hour, wandering the market-like plaza that had been erected on the grass. The energy level of their friend group dropped, but the party kept going stronger than ever. They passed all sorts of people, from kids younger than themselves to people who looked old enough to be grandparents. There were too many flags to keep track of, and dozens of outrageous outfits.

As the group made their way through the park, they came to an open, grassy area, where people had spread out blankets and were eating food, watching their kids run around, and just relaxing. The friends sat down on a patch of soil under a tree, soaking up a bit of shade. As excited as they were to be there, they had to admit their energy was dwindling.

Just then, a tall man in jeans and a baseball cap came up and stepped on Gina’s flag, knocking her backwards onto the ground. “Hey!” she yelled. “What the fuck!”

“Bisexual is just attention seeking,” the man said gruffly. “Pick one or the other. Don’t be greedy.”

“What the hell, dude?” Mally cried, standing up. “What’s your problem?”

“Bisexual isn’t real,” he spat. “She’s just a straight who’s trying to feel special.”

“Oh yeah? Think again,” Gina said, untying her flag and standing up. Before anyone knew what was going on, the man was on the ground, spitting curses at her.

Mally knew what was happening next before Gina could tell her. She gave a small nod before Gina grabbed her face and kissed her square on the lips. Andre and Leo’s cheers in the background only boosted her confidence. After a moment, Gina backed up and spat in the man’s face.

“Straight my ass. I’m here, I’m queer, and I strike fear into the hearts of my enemies!” she yelled as the man scrambled to his feet and ran away.

Mally turned to her and gave her a high-five. “Didn’t think we were gonna have to use that trick. Good thing we were prepared.”

“That was awesome,” Leo said. “You pushed him really hard.”

“Yeah, I was not expecting that,” Andre chimed in. “And yeah, good thing you guys were prepared.”

“Team effort,” Gina smiled at Mally.

“Yep,” she laughed back. “Is your flag okay?”

Gina bent down to pick it up. “Just a bit dirty, I think. Your gift isn’t ruined.”

“Awesome,” Mally said. “Now, who wants ice cream? It’s on me!”

[thedreadvampy]

Hey Ruth! I noticed you've talked in the past about asexuality in quite a negative manner. As an ace-person (who has received backlash for it) I was wondering: do you still uphold these opinions?

Hey! I have in the past said I don’t really...like people popping up in my ask box asking me My Opinion On Asexuality, but I do appreciate you asking me as someone I kinda know and with your face turned on, so I’m gonna aim to answer in the macro. Though I mean it depends on what the opinions...are? I have had a lot of opinions over the time I’ve had this blog and I don’t necessarily know what all of them were or which ones have concerned you. I can give you a top-level view of how I see my views, though (however, since I have been largely holding off on answering this kind of ask for Literally A Year Now this is less an answer to your specific question and more an answer to the last year of asks)

(also if I get dogpiled in my inbox for Having Bad Asexuality Opinions which I do every time I talk about asexuality regardless of what I actually say then. my phone is broken I won’t know about it :) so I feel untouchable)

I don’t think I hold a negative opinion of asexuality as an identity (I say I don’t think bc we all have blind spots)? I have a lot of very important people in my life who are asexual, aromantic or aroace and. I mean it feels pretty condescending to say ~uwu it’s valid~ bc like. ace and aro people don’t really need my input to validate their identity. but a) it seems like a pretty accurate way to describe their experience and b) I know a lot of them have had a really huge boost from finding a name and community to fit their experience and have found that really helpful, and I’ve seen that make a huge difference in people’s lives and I’m really happy to watch my friends come to understand themselves and feel comfortable and accepted in a part of themselves they had felt really alienated or stigmatised by. In a broader sense, I think there’s huge value in decentralising romance and sex in our assumptions of What Human Happiness Means and for some people that’s not the most important thing, and for some it’s just not interesting. 

So like. I find it difficult to really express these opinions in any meaningful way because my opinion on asexuals and aromantics is much like my opinion on trans people or idk like people of colour. like very obviously those people exist and very obviously those people don’t deserve to be marginalised or stigmatised but it would feel. weird and performative to just make a post saying like “Asexuality Is Good And Valid, I Am Pro It” bc again like. who needs my permission or cares about my opinion. it’s not a Good Thing To Do it’s just. a thing you are that shouldn’t be treated as a bad thing.

however. and I suspect that this is what you’re referring to. while I love and appreciate ace and aro people, I think building communities and active support for ace and aro people is valuable and needed and, as above, I think Asexuality Is Good And Valid I Am Pro It, I do take some issue with elements of how discussions around asexuality are framed online (pretty much only online, I really haven’t run into the kind of black-and-white thinking in in-person queer spaces) 

and I also. think there are some issues with people extrapolating their experience of their own sexuality onto the world in a way which. I’m just going to say a lot of the time when I talk about The Ace Discourse in a negative way it’s around people assuming that the world is split into a binary between ace and allo people, or assuming that only aspec people experience a nuanced or complex or fluid relationship to their sexuality while pigeonholing allosexuality into a pretty flat image of sex and romance focus. and I have always felt like this does a massive disservice not just to people who don’t identify with aspec labels, but also to the general hope that we could work against the expectation that there’s a Standard Amount To Value Sex/Romance - I think that the assumption that there are aspec people and then Everyone Else Has The Normal Type and Level of Attraction just. reinforces the idea that there’s a “Normal” type and level of attraction. which is ultimately pretty self-defeating and also just. observably untrue. 

and this division of the world into Aspec People and Allo People also has some other weird knockon effects - I don’t think there’s anything intrinsically wrong with identities like gray ace or demi or other aspec labels beyond asexual and aromantic, but I do think that the way those labels are used is often. unhelpful. and they’re defined in such personal, subjective ways that you get weirdnesses sometimes like people Diagnosing Each Other With Demisexual or people saying ‘you can’t talk about this experience you share because it’s an Aspec Experience’ and again. there isn’t a concrete material experience there because the whole experience of romantic and sexual attraction, what that feels like and how sharply divisible it is is very, very personal and subjective. and everyone has different experiences of those and will name those experiences differently.

there’s also. historically a minority of Big Ace Blogs that kind of sneer at allosexuality or who would hijack posts about other issues to derail them to asexuality. but I don’t think they were ever representative of the community as a whole and I certainly think that inasmuch as those blogs remain around they’re a legacy of the Long-Ago (and a lot of them are trolls imo)

but there is. an issue I take that does seem to be more currently live which is the question of allo privilege. I think personally that framing all allosexuals/alloromantics as privileged over all aspec people on the basis of feeling sexual/romantic attraction is provably untrue in a world where people, particularly queer people, are actively oppressed and marginalised for expressing non-normative sexuality. it isn’t that I don’t think asexuality and aromanticism isn’t marginalised and stigmatised, because it visibly is, but it seems pretty reductive to boil it down to a binary yes/no privilege when both sexualisation and desexualisation are so actively tied into other forms of marginalisation (this is what I was trying to express in the argument about Martin a while ago - sex and sexuality are so often disincentivised for fat, queer, disabled and neuroatypical people that it doesn’t...feel like a reclamation that those tend to be the characters that get fanonised as ace where slim, straight, able-bodied and neurotypical characters aren’t. like it’s more complex than a binary privilege equation; sex and romance are incentivised and stigmatised differently at the intersection of oppressions and. for example. in a world where gay conversion therapy and religious oppression of gay and SGA people is so often focused specifically on celibacy and on punishing the act of sexual attraction, I don’t think it’s a reasonable framing to say that a gay allosexual man has privilege over an aroace man on the basis of his attraction) 

so those are like. things I would consider myself to feel actively negative about in online discourse (and again. in online discourse. not in how I relate to asexuality or aromanticism or aspec identities in general but in the framing and approaches people take towards discussing it in a very specific bubble).

but also. um. the main criticism I have of the online discourse culture of asexuality is that there are things I don’t have experience of that I have mentioned, when asked, that I don’t personally understand the meaning of but I don’t need to understand them to appreciate that they’re useful/meaningful to others. things like 

the difference between QPRs, asexual romantic relationships and close friendships

how you know the difference between romantic attraction and friendship

the distinction between sexual attraction and a desire to have sex with someone for another reason

and I hope I’ve generally been clear that this is. honest lack of understanding and not condemnation. I personally have a very muddled sense of attraction and often have difficulty identifying the specifics of any of my own emotional needs so like. it’s a closed book for me at the moment, how you would identify the fine distinctions between types of want when I’m still at step 1: identify That You Want Something Of Some Sort, Eventually, Through Trial And Error. but I think I’ve always been explicit that this isn’t a value judgement it’s just a gap in my own knowledge and yet. every single time I’ve said anything other than enthusiastic “yes I understand this and I love it and it’s good and valid” (and again. I have not gone out of my way to talk about it I have mostly only mentioned it because people keep asking me to talk about it) I have got a massive rush of anger and accusations of aphobia and “just shut up if you don’t know what you’re talking about but also answer my 30 questions to prove you think Correct Things about asexuality” and. I understand that this comes from a place of really unpleasant and aggressive backlash towards the ace community so it’s a sensitivity with a lot of people but like. it doesn’t seem proportional.

also I feel like ever since I hit like 700 followers my Tumblr life has been a constant cycle of people asking me Are You An Ace Inclusionist Are You An Exclus Are You An Aphobe Justify Your Opinion On Asexuality which. eventually yeah I’ve got pretty snippy about the whole thing. but you know. fuck it I’m just gonna lay it out and if you or anyone else is uncomfortable following me based on those opinions then I’m sorry to hear that and I will be sad to see you not want to engage with me any more but I also think that’s absolutely your prerogative. however I will not be taking questions at this time (and not just bc my phone’s broken) - demands for an argument about this Are Going To Be Ignored so if you want to go then go.

so like the big question I reckon is Do You Think Asexuality Is Queer and

yes. no. maybe. I don’t understand the question what does it mean for an identity to be queer? 

there are spaces and conversations where any form of aromanticism or asexuality makes sense as a relevant identity. talking about hegemonic expectations of normative romance. building community. combatting the idea that heterosexual missionary married sex between a man and a woman is the only rewarding or valuable form of relationship or intimacy.

there are spaces where I think heterosexual aros/heteromantic cis aces don’t. have a more meaningful or direct experience of the issues than allo cishets. because while being aro or ace or aspec has a direct impact on those people on a personal and relational level, disclosure is largely a choice, and the world at large sees them as straight. they don’t have the lived experience of being visibly nonconforming that SGA people and aroace people do. they may still be queer but there’s a lot of conversations where they bring a lot of the baggage of being Straight People (because. even if you’re ace or aro you can still be straight in your romantic or sexual attraction and if your relationships are all outwardly straight then you don’t necessarily have an intimate personal understanding of being marginalised from mainstream society by dint of your sexuality). this doesn’t make you Not Queer in the same way that being a bi person who’s only ever been in m/f relationships is still queer, but in both cases a) you don’t magically have a personal experience of societal oppression through the transitive properties of Being Queer and b) it’s really obnoxious to talk as if you’re The Most Oppressed when other people are trying to have a conversation about their lived experience of societal oppression. and they’re within their rights to say ‘we’re talking about the experience of being marginalised for same gender/non-heterosexual attraction and you’re straight, could you butt out?’)

(I very much object to the assumption coming from a lot of exclus that “cishet ace” is a term that can reasonably be applied to non-orientated aroace people though. het is not a default it really extremely doesn’t make sense to treat people who feel no attraction as Straight By Default. when I were a lad I feel like we mostly understood “asexual” to mean that identity - non-orientated aroace - and while I think it’s obvious that a lot of people do find value in using a more split-model because. well. some people are both gay/straight/bi and aro/ace, and it’s good that language reflects that. but I do think it’s left a gap in the language to simply refer to non-attracted people. this isn’t a criticism of anything in particular - there’s a constant balancing act in language between specificity and adaptability and sometimes a gain for one is a loss for the other)

some queer conversations and spaces just. aren’t built with aces in mind. and that isn’t a flaw. some spaces aren’t built with men in mind, but that doesn’t mean men can’t be queer. some conversations are about Black experiences of queerness but that doesn’t mean non-Black people can’t be queer. not all queer spaces will focus on ace needs but that doesn’t mean asexuality isn’t queer, or that queerness is opposed to aceness - sex, sexuality, romance and dating are all really important things to a lot of queer people, especially those whose sexuality and romantic relationships are often stigmatised or violently suppressed in wider society. there should be gay bars, hookup apps, gay and trans friendly sex education, making out at Pride, leather parades and topless dyke marches and porn made by and for queer people, romantic representation in media of young and old gay, bi and trans couples kissing and snuggling and getting married and saying sloppy romantic things. and there should be non-sexual queer spaces, there should be discussions around queerness that don’t suppose that a monogamous romantic relationship is what everyone’s fighting for, sex ed should be ace inclusive, etc. 

I think the whole question of inclusionism vs exclusionism is based on a weird underlying assumption that If An Identity Is Queer All Queer Spaces Should Directly Cater To That. like. aspec identities can be queer and it can be totally reasonable for there to be queer spaces that revolve around being sexual and romantic and there can be conversations it’s not appropriate or productive to centre asexuality and aspec experiences in and we can recognise that not all queer people do prioritise or have any interest in sex or romance. in the same way that there’s value in centring binary trans experiences sometimes and nonbinary experiences at other times but both of those conversations should recognise that neither binary or nonbinary gender identity is a Universal Queer Experience.

anyway that one probably isn’t one of the opinions you were asking about but I have been wanting to find a way to express it for a while so you’re getting it: the Ruth Thedreadvampy Inclusionism Take.

uh. it’s 1:30 on a work night so I have been typing too long. if there was an opinion you were specifically thinking of that I haven’t mentioned, chuck me another ask specifically pointing to what you want me to clarify my thinking on. sometimes I gotta be honest I’ve just been kind of careless in my framing (thinking of the Martin Fucks debacle where I spent ages insisting I didn’t say Martin couldn’t be aroace then read back like two days later and realised that I had said “he’s not aroace” bc I had written the post at 2am without proofreading and had meant to say “unless you think he’s aroace”) so I May Well Not Stand By Some Posts or might Stand By Them With Clarification

[jinnyu]

Used artwork credit here

A/N: I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE DRAFT AND THEREFORE THE ASK WAS ALSO DELETED, IM SORRY— alright, hopefully you'll enjoy this nonetheless, thanks for asking! I'll try to find the person who asked for this prompt later.

And so, this ask is Raihan x Female! Reader, the prompt is displayed above.

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You sip your bottled tea as you watched Raihan battle the opposing gym challenger from the bleachers; to say you're amused was an understatement. The dragon tamer never ceased to amaze you everytime he's in a battle, regardless if he reigns victorious or fell down in the depths of defeat— his match is always wild, numerous of fans shouting for his side as he let the sandstorm take over the stadium, enveloping it in a rough weather.

The fans were alright though considering the stadium was perfectly designed for these type of things, protecting the said viewers from the harsh effects of the weather— which Raihan takes pride in, looking at how his technique consist of taking advantage of the weather to boost his pokemons powers.

This is what makes you baffled with his performance every time. Even if you already became a Champion that rules over Galar, you didn't look down on him, and you're not planning to.

Occasionally, the dragon tamer would lock eyes with you, sending chills down your spine as his cerulean eyes stare right through you, followed by that signature smug grin of his in which his fans has grown a liking to. You gave him a gesture of support by clenching your hands accompanied by a determined look on your eyes. He noticed your small action and gave you a thumbs up before focusing on the match infront of him once again.

Some fans mistaken it as him looking at them, and they immediately melted on the spot due to that misunderstanding. Though you didn't pay any mind to it, you dont want to ruin people's happiness anyways, just let them be.

After the earthshaking match, which Raihan managed to reign victorious, he gave a hug to the challenger, and telling them that there were no hard feelings involved. Luckily for him, the challenger was still determined to try harder for a rematch in the near future, and they can ensure Raihan that they'll be the one taking victory home next time they meet.

Raihan saw that as a challenge and he's going to get stronger, he wants to give his best at every match, that's his job after all. Losing just wont do for him.

When all of that commotion ended, you approached the said dragon tamer with a smile dancing on your lips and arms open wide, incase he wanted a good ol' hug after the match.

You know him so well, of course he wanted a hug, and its from you— you.. you're his crush, not that you know it, its a new thing for him too. He took an interest on you when he saw you battle at the Championship Cup, reaping the victory without any effort; you're strong, you're tough, you're more than what you seem, and Raihan liked that part of you.

Though on other times, you're also clumsy, careless, and mostly oblivious. These trait of yours just amplified your attractiveness level to Raihan; strong and oblivious usually doesn't match with eachother, yet you managed to make them mix well, creating... you.

"Good job on the victory!"

You planted your face on his chest, burying your head in the warm feeling of his hoodie, and trying your best not to get tiny little sand stuck in your head. It'll be a pain in the ass to clean up later if you did. Your arms wrapped around his lean waist, hugging him as tight as you could to show him your affection.

Raihan responded well by hugging you back and ruffling your hair, saying a light 'thanks' along the way. Maybe without your support, he would've lost this round, and other rounds from before— no matter, he should just focus on the present, where you're hugging him in the middle of the stadium... infront of his assistants. Not to mention Leon is also watching, accompanied by chairman Rosé.

The dragon tamer then pulled back after awhile, he knows this affectionate act of yours doesn't have any meaning behind it. Just a hug you gave to your bestie after his gruelling match; it has became a habit at this point, and you didn't even notice that. Raihan did though, he paid attention on every little details about you. From the way you dressed, to the way your expression changes over the time, that even he notices the smallest shift in your mood during the day.

Silence began spreading between you both, and its getting kind of uncomfy. So you decided to break away the tension by helping him dusting off the sand on his body, and his features. The amount was quite a lot, and it's going to take awhile if you really want to remove all of the tiny bits of sand from the previous match. You even thought about suggesting him to not use the sandstorm weather next time, it's really getting troublesome and somewhat irritating to handle. At least for you.

"Stay still im helping you clean up" you said as you reached for his headband. He didn't want any help in cleaning up this time, considering that Leon is here, and few of his assistants—lets not forget about chairman Rosé whos observing from the sidelines, possibly being held captive by Oleana because of work reasons.

Raihan then gripped your arm as he tilted his head a little bit back, preventing you from reaching his tangerine headband "No need princess, i can clean it up by myself" he grinned, trying to hide the embarrassment thats slowly growing inside him.

Sure he might be a man of confidence, pride swelling on his chest with each step that he takes, but the poor dragon tamer only could handle so much when it comes to you. All that pride and confidence washed away just like that, and thats all because of your damned adorable oblivious trait.

You were determined to take off his headband, even if that means you need to use all off your techniques on him. This time, you only relied on your obliviousness. You really dont know what effect it has on him— you didn't even know if your oblivious trait has an effect on him at all! But you saw him blushing a few times from you being genuinely curious about something, so its worth a try.

Raihan was completely caught of guard when he looked down at you and your determined eyes; it was different from before where you're supporting him, he cant tell whats really different, but it just hits diffrent. You reaching up with Raihan gripping your wrist, warm eyes locking with his followed by a small curl on the edge of your lips as you felt him slowly reducing his strength in the effort to prevent you reach for his headband.

This only resulted in him looking away, blush subtly creeping on his cheeks as he tried to avoid eye contact with you. The Great Raihan would never be embarrassed in such a situation, hell, he'd be the one to make you embarrassed! But this time, apparently the odds were in your side , and you're grateful for that.

The thing you didn't understand was; why is he blushing? You didn't do anything, you only tried to take off his headband in order to clean it, and yet when he locked eyes with you, a tint of blush appeared on his chocolate skin, in which he attempted to hide it by looking at anywhere but towards your direction. This was a great opportunity to make him blush more, dont you think? Its rare to see Raihan blush out of nowhere, and you got to see it up close! A way great opportunity, you couldn't bear to pass this chance.

With a gentle push forwards from your body and him being off guard, you two tumbled down to the ground below you with a loud 'thud' ; Raihan covered your fall by pulling you close to his chest, which makes you comfortably land on his body instead.

"Honestly," you trailed as you got up from your position, lifting your body up with your hands on each side of Raihan's head before looking down onto him with a joyful grin plastered on your face "You're cute when you blush, Rai" you chirped, followed by a soft laugh. The position you guys were in wasn't quite the best to see without context. But you couldn't care less, you two were only having a wholesome bestie moment— yet Raihan might be freaking out inside because, oh Arceus, what is he gonna explain to Leon and the Chairman himself? Him blushing just makes it worse and doesn't help him out at all.

His eyes finally dared to look into yours again while a sigh slipped past his lips "You're just teasing me," he exclaimed as his lips curl into his usual relaxed smile; shades of blush still not leaving his face "Again." He added, hands reaching up to pull you back down onto his body, loving the way you fit inside his embrace just perfectly. He's way taller than you, meanwhile you could be accused of 'tiny' compared to him. Thats why he liked hugging you so much, even if you're just teasing him.

He doesn't care if you know his feelings or not, he's just happy that he could hold you like this without any care in the world right after his tiring match. Though he still does have a lot of explaining to do the the Chairman later, and possibly to Leon too.

[grailfinders]

Fate and Phantasms #117: Fuuma “Evil Wind” Kotarou

Today on Fate and Phantasms, we’re bringing you the younger of the Fuuma Clan ninjas, Fuuma Kotarou! Fuuma is, well, a ninja. Strike from the shadows, weaken and confuse your enemies, and hide in plain sight with this build!

Check out his build breakdown below the cut, or his character sheet over here!

Next up: Here comes the sun!

Race and Background

We need feats more than anything else in this build, so we’re making Kotarou a Variant Human, giving him +1 to Dexterity and Intelligence. He also gets proficiency with Performance to take on the guise of people who aren’t ninjas, and the Actor feat for a boost in Charisma and to make his disguises even more effective.

Much like “being an oni”, there isn’t an explicit “ninja” background. That being said, the Criminal background is a pretty good substitute, giving you Deception and Stealth proficiencies. Surprisingly, ninja aren’t fans of the legal system.

Ability Scores

To no one’s surprise, your Dexterity is pretty high. Your sneaking and stabbing are both tied to it, after all. Your Charisma is also up there, ninjas gonna disguise. After that is your Intelligence- ninja plans are complicated, your brains have to be up to snuff. Your Constitution isn’t that high, but you don’t plan on getting hit anyway. Your clan spent a lot of time creating the perfect food and completely ignored the flavor, so your Wisdom isn’t particularly high, but we’re dumping Strength. We just don’t need it for this build.

Class Levels

1. Rogue 1: I don’t feel I like need to justify this class. Starting as a rogue gives you proficiency in Dexterity and Intelligence saves, as well as four rogue skills- Acrobatics, Intimidation, Persuasion, and Perception. Avoiding people, influencing people, influencing people, and avoiding people, respectively.

You also gain Expertise in two skills, doubling your proficiency bonus in Stealth and Performance. 

If you’re using a finesse or ranged weapon (you should be) and attacking with advantage or against a creature distracted by an ally within 5′ of them you can add your Sneak Attack damage to that attack once per turn. Finally, you learn Thieves’ Cant. It’s a language.

2. Rogue 2: Second level rogues can make Cunning Actions as their bonus actions. This allows you to Dash, Disengage, or Hide, all very important skills for a ninja.

3. Rogue 3: As you could probably guess, you’re an Assassin. This means that at level three, you learn how to Assassinate your targets. Your attacks against creatures that haven’t taken a turn this combat is made with advantage, and attacks that hit surprised creatures are automatically counted as critical hits. To further this advantage, your sneak attack grows to 2d6 bonus damage.

4. Bard 1: A good ninja can use the threat of attack just as effectively as any weapon- You know that better than anyone, and put it to good use with your Suspicious Shadow skill. As a first level bard, you gain proficiency with Sleight of Hand for some Genjutsu skill, and you can give Bardic Inspiration to your party members to sharpen their skills. You get a number of dice equal to your charisma modifier, and you regain uses on long rests.

You can also cast Spells using your Charisma to cast them. Friends allows you to frighten and deceive opponents more readily, and Message lets you send information without being overheard to party members who aren’t also rogues. For first level spells, Disguise Self helps you perfect your “totally innocent monk” disguise, Illusory Script lets you write almost indecipherable code, Color Spray can blind your enemies, and Bane further weakens their resolve. If the targets fail a charisma save (dc eight plus your proficiency bonus plus your charisma modifier), they subtract 1d4 from their attacks and subsequent saving throws for the duration of the spell.

5. Bard 2: Second level bards are Jacks of All Trades, giving you half your proficiency bonus for any skill check you’re not proficient in. You also learn a Song of Rest for more healing during short rests, and the Longstrider spell for just a bit more mobility.

6. Bard 3: If we want to put pressure on our enemies’ fighting spirit, there’s no bard better at sowing paranoia than the College of Whispers. You get Psychic Blades to turn your inspiration dice into psychic damage that you can add to your attacks once per round to make up for lost time in regards to your sneak attack. You also learn to instill Words of Terror into anyone you talk to alone for a minute or longer, forcing a wisdom save and becoming frightened of you or another creature for up to an hour if they fail. If they succeed, there’s not indication that you tried to do anything, but you can only use this feature once per short rest.

For non-magical influencing, you also get Expertise in Persuasion and Deception this level.

You also get second level spells this level, so grab Invisibility for the perfect escape/ambush.

7. Bard 4: Use your first Ability Score Improvement to become a Piercer, making your daggers slightly more consistent and giving you even deadlier critical hits.

You also learn True Strike, which might actually have a purpose if you need to assassinate someone in one blow, and Cloud of Daggers to set up traps for any guards following you after that assassination you just did.

8. Bard 5: At fifth level, your Inspiration dice grow to d8s, and you become a Font of Inspiration, giving you new inspiration to use every short rest instead of every long rest. The pressure you put on your enemies can now cause them to completely lose track of who is friend and who is foe. Enemies Abound forces a creature to select its targets at random for up to a minute after failing an intelligence save, with a chance to re-roll every time it takes damage.

9. Rogue 4: Use this ASI to round up your Dexterity and Charisma for more inspiration, more AC, stronger stabbings, and better spells. A really good level for you overall.

10. Rogue 5: As a fifth level rogue, you can use your reaction to make an Uncanny Dodge, taking half the damage from an attack. I’m not sure if you’ve looked at your health total recently, but you’ll probably want to use this one a lot.

11. Rogue 6: Use your third round of Expertise to become really really good at Acrobatics and Intimidation.

12. Rogue 7: Seventh level rogues get the coveted Evasion, letting you completely ignore damage when you pass a dexterity check and take half damage if you fail. Given the number of casters you hang around with that know fireball, this is a good pick.

13. Rogue 8: Eighth level rogues get another ASI, which will let you pick up the Mobile feat for extra movement speed, the ability to ignore difficult terrain while dashing, and an effective disengage on whatever you try to hit. The most ninja of feats.

14. Rogue 9: Ninth level assassins gain Infiltration Expertise which... isn’t really that good, even if it is flavorful. If you spend a week, you can create a new identity, as long as they aren’t already an existing person. This includes clothing, letters of introduction, and any certificates you might need for the disguise. This lasts until you give creatures an obvious reason to suspect you aren’t who you say you are.

15. Rogue 10: Use this ASI to become a Skulker, which will help you hide while lightly obscured, stay hidden if you miss with a ranged attack, and see in dim light. You don’t have darkvision, and lights would give you away, so this is the best option you’ve got.

16. Rogue 11: You now have Reliable Talent, meaning you’re guaranteed to roll a 10 or higher on any skill checks that you’re proficient in. If you haven’t noticed from all your expertises, you’re pretty good at skilling things.

17. Rogue 12: Use your last ASI to bump that Charisma up again for stronger spells, stronger persuasions, and more inspirations/psychic blades.

18. Rogue 13: Your final Assassin feature turns you into the perfect Impostor, allowing you to copy a person’s speech, writing, and behavior after observing them for three hours, and giving you advantage on any deception check you make to keep up your disguise. You probably don’t even need that advantage by this point, but why not take it anyway.

19. Rogue 14: Fourteenth level rogues gain a Blindsense, allowing you to know the location of any hidden or invisible creature within 10 feet of you. It’s not quite dark vision, but if it gets the knife into someone’s throat it’s good enough.

20. Rogue 15: Your final level gives you a Slippery Mind, giving you proficiency with Wisdom saving throws. Falling for your own illusions would be silly.

Pros:

You can do a lot of damage in one go if a sneak attack connects, and thanks to your Psychic Blades, you can make all of that psychic damage, which is extremely difficult for most creatures to resist.

You are really, really good at influencing people. You have expertise in every charisma skill, reliable talent, and ways to gain advantage on those rolls (which, by the way, are at a minimum of 26 atm.) You can be anybody, anywhere, at any time.

The same thing applies to your stealth skills as well, with a minimum of 26 in every stealth check and ways to go completely invisible, you’re only going to be seen when you want to be.

Cons:

You were only in bard for a couple levels, so you don’t have a lot of spell slots. Fortunately, most of your spells are there to complement things you can already do normally, but you’ll still have to keep the long term mission in mind at all times.

The later assassin features aren’t that good. You’re almost never going to have a spare week outside of your normal between-mission downtime, and it’s likely you won’t have three hours to burn watching some guy either. Of course this is entirely dependent on your DM, but don’t expect these to do anything in a pickup game.

You don’t have a lot of Concentration spells, but the ones you do have are a big deal, and your ability to hold onto them isn’t amazing. That being said it’s not like you’re planning on getting hit in the first place.

[twinvictim]

your opinions on each of the post team silent games and a rating out of 10. hand 'em over

YEAHHHHHH FINALLY CATERING TO ME!!!

Uh really long post oops. for reference, my rating for the first 4 sh's are as follows

Sh1: 9/10 Sh2: 7/10 Sh3: 9/10 Sh4: 9.5/10

Silent Hill 0/Origins

overall score: 7/10

Alot of the games issues can of course be attributed to it being a psp game, and while i won't excuse everything bc of that, j have to be honest and say I think it had so much potential as a (very) late ps2 game. Not to mention, the game ON THE PSP functions as it should. (The ps2 port does fucking not tho..oops) ans you'll see that this is...a rarity post team silent.

The story has alot of potential, Travis as a character is interesting and sympathetic and j think his dynamic with alessa js super fascinating to dig into, both of them being abused children and there was alot of intrigue regarding his powers, the game feels like a smaller more watered down she, and for that I can't fault it too much. The weapons system isn't my favorite but the combat itself is reminiscent of 1 and 2 and I really like a good chunk of the monster design, there was clearly thought and care put into it, nurses and strughtjackets/lying figures be dammed. The unlockables are pretty cool though and alot of the environments look pretty cool for a psp game, hell i LOVE the theater level its super unique, I would love to see it in (actually functional) better graphics. I also think the puzzles are pretty solid, not hair pulling like sh1 even if they're not quite as clever as say sh3.

My biggest criticisms come from the reuse of sh1 characters (just alessa and Travis would've been fine, maybe dahlia and some more org characters would've been better) the bad ending being straight up bad writing. Not to mention they did the sh3 thing of "kill too many monsters and get the bad ending" which is...stupid. The foreshadowing of the butcher being? He's just kinda there, I like the lead up but it would be more interesting if the butcher represented something from those years between Travis' father dying and him being an adult. And while there's more replayability imo than sh2, it doesn't have difficulty sliders and that makes it kinda hard to come back to quite as often. Not to mention unlike sh1, 3or sh4 there's not as much horror focus and random events.

Overall, solid game its fun to play, very silent Hill and if you're willing to look past a few continuity errors and accept its a little different and slightly derrivitive at the same time, I like to say I had alot of fun with it and still do. (Maybe I just like Travis alot...idk)

Silent Hill: Homecoming

Overall score: 6/10

Once again most of the issues here are gonna be corporate fuck ups, but I'm also not gonna beat around the bush, this game isn't like...good. its bad actually. "But you gave it a 6/10?" Yeah bc its not NEARLY as bad as some other games I've.. experienced.

The negatives here are, many and vast, so let's run them down. Firstly the games performance is janky on console (ps3 at least) and abysmal/unplayable on PC, what with framerate issues that are detrimental to game play on pc and make the third boss impossible. That said on console it is completable and not even too terrible...usually. Scarletts boss fight however is terribly unbalanced and broken on all skews so :/. The combat is...functional but not anyone's favorite, it's difficult to use any actually strong weapon and you can pretty much strong arm ur ways through shit with just the knife (except scarletts first form..don't try it, it won't work) for some people this will be borening (not my opinion but w/e). Most of The puzzles...leave alot to be desired. I hate sliding block puzzles. Also no run button? At all?? No easy mode? Ok... also what is this.. wheel design for the inventory...im accidentally using my serum..what is serum also? And why is the item pickup noise like...bass boosted.

The character models look awful most of the time, and comically unfinished other times, some human models are just grotesque, (judge halloway, Adam shepherd, mayor Bartlett. .you get it) and yes...there are sexy nurses. Bc of course there are. (Whole ass out???) They did straight up have some terrible endings for this game (ph ending for one, the way you get the ufo? Hell the ufo ending is kinda boring. I like the in water ending here too but. Yeah.) the story has some, problems. To say the least.

However, while the performance is bad its not the worst I've played (on the ps3 once again..unplayable on pc) and I hardly noticed the framerate when I was just running around, I personally found the combat kinda fun, between trying to dodge accurately and still attack and not use all my health items (bc those and ammo are actually rare! Unlike some games...) it is kind of a challenge and reminds me of a much worse sh4. And hey, the health items both heal an understandable amount of health that i can easily read with a bar (unlike 1-3) and they're not a complete joke (unlike sh4...) i find the exploration really fun and sure the characters look shit but the environments are Fucking great. The church is one of my fav sections, short as jt might be and yes it stole the confessional scene but its pretty well written and acted I think. The monster design is pretty fucking rad too honestly, I like the schism, siam, I like the DESIGN of the needlers even if they make me so mad to fight, and hey the nurses and ph don't show up that much to be too aggregious. The boss monsters are also fantastic design wise, very unsettling and the boss rooms are interesting as well.

The story has problems but it also has alot of potential, the concept of people sacrificing ther children for silent Hill and being overcome by their own pain and guilt is pretty fucking cool, and alex is a good character they did a good job of giving him personality, ppl bitch about him being a soldier but a) he's not and b) soldiers are people too, and a sh game that could tackle toxic masculinity, be critical of the military, and also tackle abusive religeious parents is pretty intriguing, not to mentions themes of brotherly love that's complicated bc of how they clearly favored Josh . Sure, it misses the mark, but I like taking the potential and thinking about it bc its compelling to me. And like I said, i like alex alot.

Overall, bad game yes, but not the worst as it has enough good for me to honestly really enjoy it, besides it is pretty funny when it is bad. Don't play the pc port tho

Silent Hill Shattered Memories

Overall Score: 8/10

Unpopular opinion im sure but honestly? I find this game ALMOST on par with the team silent games. Its really that good, yes its a wii game, so this is my score taking into account the motion controls BTW.

For the good, man where do i start. Its BEAUTIFUL for a wii game and esp for a post team silent game, the graphics are nice and Constsitent, the environments are pretty and it has a pretty nice cold color pallet to contrast the warmer tones the series tends to skew towards. The acting and intrgrige are all on point and the WRITING is fantastic, its one of those games you play the first time not knowing the twist and play the second time picking up more and more clues and things that strengthen that twist so much more. Like sh2 its a simple story told in such a clever and interesting way that you'll probably be too invested to put it down, I beat it in one sitting in 6 hours bc i was so engrossed in the narrative. And the Puzzles man! The puzzles are phenomenal and fun to accomplish and there's even a little bit of variety in a few places on repeat playthroughs. The level of detail in this game is insane really, the things that change with the different psychology answers are pretty cool too and tho it all plays out relatively the same its still fun to see the different things you can get to happen. The gimmicks like the phone as an object, taking pictures, sneaking and zooming in, they're not too intrusive as to take away from the exploration or other game play but not completely useless and have some pretty fun Easter eggs too. The game plays sort of like a worse outlast with good puzzles and for that I do have to commend it. Oh and the fucking MUSIC is INCREDIBLE idk something ab this soundtrack has alot of heart put into it clearly.

Now, it's not perfect. The thing is, it is a WORSE outlast type game, in the running and hiding sense but well, the hiding is completely useless, its a run away game, which is ok, but I understand that people aren't gonna be a big fan of that when silent Hill has always balanced combat ad puzzles and exploration. The running segments are..aggravating, mostly bc its hard to figure out where to go, not to mention using motion controls that don't like to work half the time to fight the monsters off of you. Also, the monsters are not scarey in the slightest and the raw shock scream is actually enragaging if you've died one to many times, there's also...not really any penalty for dying. And once you're out for these running segments,there's no danger, no monsters, nothing to hide from despite having a hiding mechanic. Its not really a horror game more of a psycological thriller and I understand that the fact that its not horror can be disappointing. The psychology things might be a bit overhyped And yeah fine, the wii foreplay scene...well yeah its weird but it IS also funny as fuck.

That said, there's still alot thats good and alot thas unfair criticism lobbed at this game. Harry didn't have much of a personality in sh1 bc he's a ps1 character and sm really fleshed him out well, not to mention giving cybil some nice characterization, and they did some interesting things with dahlia and kaufmann. And Lisa.. well I'm gonna be honest I never found Lisa all that interesting in sh1..so it doesn't bother me that she's the way she is in this game. I know people hate the "horny" aspect of it but to be completely fair, YOU choose to make the game that way, don't answer in a sexual manner or look at boobs or anything else and you won't have an overly sexual game, its...literally that easy. Its given as an option for the play id they want to go for what is arguably another joke ending. (You cannot tell me sleeze and sirens is meant to be a real serious ending to the game. Cmon) and you can complain about the innacuuracies if you want but its a spin off, a retelling of the original game. Its not canon, and it didn't change the original game. It just took the ideas presented there and made them more human and lest fantastical, there's some supernatural elements but it takes a backseat to the human moments. And its honestly really cool.

Overall, great game, i reccomend it if you don't mind some slight jank with the motion controls and honestly? Look up directions on where to go for the running segments and you'll have a pretty good time overall.

Silent Hill Downpour

Overall score (so far): 7.5/10 *to be noted i haven't finished actually playing it yet but I know the basic plot and some of the details so I doubt it'll change

And so for the final silent Hill Game, I have to say, i don't think it deserves NEARLY the hatred it gets, there's alot about it that i find really cool and even fun and I think its a solid entry, a little better than origins in some parts and its downsides are both unfortunate and once again, mostly Konami's fault . That said, I'm also not gonna kid and say its a good game, just that I like it alot and we should be nicer to the last silent Hill game were probably ever gonna get.

Downpour has a pretty good, original story overall, there's alot to it, alot of intricacies and intrigue to it that honestly make it a pretty sold silent Hill game. Its different enough from the others to stand out but not super far removed from its themes and messages. I like that it doesn't try and lean into the cult aspect and tries to do something else with it, it doesn't try to explain silent Hill, but just use it to torment the characters, as it should be. There's tragedy ad human feelings here and some of them aren't the most...sensitive but they are pretty reasonable reactions id say. Playing as someone who's odds are stacked against him from the beginning as he's a prisoner is a cool way to open the game, someone convicted and you must discover if he is a good person or not. Themes of revenge explored more than in sh3 which is pretty cool. The environments look pretty nice, and i like the look of the otherworld, once again being unique with its cooler color pallet, but without the ice so it really feels like its own thing. The EXPLORATION is awesome with an actual open world which I think works well, there's alot to do in town (unlike sh1 and 0 on limiting hardware and 2 which just pretends you can explore to town but you cant) there's alot for cool little stories and sidequests to do, my favorite so far being the cinema (which has a section of ACTUAL fixed cameras like old Resident evils which is smth SH has never done and its super fucking cool!) And all the sidequess help strengthen murphy as a cheacter and argue for his innocence or complexites. The weapons system is pretty cool, picking up items and attacking with whatever you might find, finding cool Easter eggs with exploration and having fun noticing things. And it does honestly have the strongest side characters outside of SM. The puzzles are pretty solid and fun to figure out with some cool mechanics and the seperate difficulties is a great thing to bring back (actually done well like sh3) I also kind of like the method of triggering the night world/rain/monsters, and silent Hill really feels likes its constantly punishing Murphy, as it should. The music might not be Akira but its still pretty damn good, and fuck yall I like the Korn song, and you CAN press start and skip it yknow. (Thx tomm hewlit)

The negtitives tho, well they are there. For one it has the worst performance of any sh game outside of pc homecoming and like...the hd collection, the framerate like to shit itself alot lmao, its not usually detrimental bc I've played re2r with similar framerates but, yeah its not great. Not to mention while the models look better than hc they don't animate well or often at all, and the game has trouble loading in the models as fast as they should. The sound mixing could use...some work too, poor murph sounds like he's eating the mic. While I find the games exploration really fun, murphy also has the issue of not running very fast so it can be a little annoying to get back to a place you want to be when you can't run that fast, not to mention the loading times. The monster design is def the worst in the series, maybe on par w SM. Which is disappointing bc there's some pretty good moments here and there, but not nearly enough to make it scary and there's so much you can do with monsters with this premise. Also, the running sections in the otherworld are better than SM ad even more engaging than the brief ones in 2 and 3, but still, I'd prefer to do puzzles or fight a boss or smth. I will also say, the endings are, iffy while the main 2 endings are really good and Anne's bad ending as well as the joke ending are great, murphys bad endings are weird and ooc for the muphy you come to know in the game (even more so than Origins) plus, idk that the writers knew all that much about prison andbprison culture, nobody in a real prison would be mad ab Murphy killing a pedo (there's some racist implications here and there too which is. Unfortunate and disappointing. I like Howard and Robbie but they are a bit tropey, esp Howard) that said Anne is a compelling albeit unlikable character and thas pretty cool to see pulled off.

Overall, while it has downsides, I don't think Downpour is worthy of all the scorn it gets, this can have problems and you can point them out without disregarding the good parts and while it is unfortunate it doesn't run better and have some extras and didn't handle some things great, I still think its worth a playthrough, esp if you go out of your way to do the sidequests.

Bonus round

Book of memories is not a game I intend to play bc I don't wanna get a vita and can't imagine I'm missing much. It doesn't look bad pwr say but I'm not interested tbh

Fuck PT. :)

[staywritten]

Let’s Dance│Hwang Hyunjin (M)

Synopsis: You and Hyunjin have a couples stage to prepare, and the sensual choreo pushes both of you out of your comfort zone, and forces you to address the very obvious tension.

Genre: Smut, Idol!Au, Idol!Reader, one shot

Word count: 5458

Author notes: The choreo is based off of Hoya and Choi Hyo Jin’s couple stage on Hit the stage. It’s such a stunning dance and one of my faves of the season.

Hell. That was the only way to describe the last week and a half. You were given an amazing opportunity to not only host an award ceremony but to also do a duet dance stage with Hyunjin. It required a lot of work, lots of late night practices, speaking lessons, intense choreo. It was kind of driving you up the wall. 

Mostly because it wasn’t going well. 

Your group was currently promoting your newest comeback. After your usual schedules you had to go straight to JYP for dance practice with your drill sergeant of a dance teacher Ms. Choi and Hyunjin, which you could only describe as a spoiled prince. The way he’d roll his eyes at you at every mistake, or scoff at your questions. Like you get it, you were holding him back. But he could at least be a little more patient with you. 

The hardest part about the choreo was that neither you or Hyunjin had experience dancing with a partner and the choreo was not only sexy, it was sensual. All of your mistakes led to a lot of scolding from Ms. Choi.

Walking into the dance studio you set your bag down by the mirror, Hyunjjin was already there, early as usual. He stretched looking at you through the mirror. “Try not to make anymore mistakes today”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Like I’m the only one”

“You could try harder”

“And you could try not to be an asshole.” you crossed your arms over your chest. You didn’t want to admit it but he was right, you could put in more practice. He was always early and already covered in sweat. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed this yet but I’m not the main dancer in my group. This is hard-I’m a rapper”

“Then back out”

“I-I can’t…” you frowned looking down. You shook your head and put on your biggest smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “So you’re just gonna have to deal with me for a couple more days” your company wasn’t as big, your group was on the rise but didn’t have the proper exposure. This stage and hosting job could really boost your popularity. At least that’s what your ceo told you when he sold you on the job. At the time you were excited to be given such a big opportunity especially since you’d stated that you would love to work Hyunjin during a radio interview.

But dancing wasn’t easy. You weren’t bad by any means, but there was a certain level of confidence that was needed when executing the moves and you didn’t really know if you had it in you. Being sexy, tough, and girl crush was easy, but sensual? That required some finesse you weren’t sure you could fake. 

Ms. Choi walked in, the tap of her dance heels just as intimidating as the scowl on her face. “I trust you stretched already so let's get into it. You two need a lot of work” She took a seat at the front of the room. “And from the top”

You two took your position on the ground as the music began. You were too scared to admit that, you hadn’t stretched so you were rather stiff during the first run through. The first part of the dance wasn’t too hard, the moves were just detailed. The hardest part was that you were supposed to be blindfolded but your instructor didn’t think you were ready for that. And you didn’t blame her. The choreography was a romantic modern dance piece, and although you’ve done more intense choreo, this may have been the hardest to tackle. With modern dance, even letting out the right breath contributed to the choreo. 

You thought you were doing ok, up until Hyunjin had to do his handstand to fall into you. You immediately stiffened, it only got more intimate from there. From how he had to touch you, the eye contact, and the lifts. You did each move, but even you realized how awkward you must have looked. 

“Stop” Ms.Choi  sighed, turning off the music. “You’ve been at this for a week” she crossed her arms over her chest, almost glaring at you. “You’re not hopeless, you’re good at details and your facials sell it but your body-You’re supposed to trust him, and you don’t that’s why the dance looks bad. You’re stiff, you’re uncomfortable and the audience is gonna feel that. It physically makes me cringe seeing how stiff you are.” she groaned pacing. “You make these pretty expressions, until he has to get closer and then you ruin it.” 

“And Hyunjin you have good body control, but you lack confidence and you execute your moves half assed.” 

Both you and Hyunjin held your heads low nodding to her critique. “The stage is ten days away. And neither of you are ready. The moves are ok but the execution is everything, you can’t fake it on that stage you need to trust each other and you need to be confident.” she groaned pacing, running her hand through her hair in annoyance “I told them you two weren’t ready but your visuals were the selling point. Just because you’re both pretty doesn't mean you don’t have to work harder.”

You watched as Hyunjin flinched, that critique seemed to hit harder than anything else she’d said. It wasn’t the first time that she tore into you. In her defense you guys were getting better but you weren’t stage ready. She was right. But it was the only time that you’d seen Hyunjin actually affected by her words. 

“Again” she turned the music back on making you guys perform again, and again, and again. But there’s always a point in practice when you both were just too exhausted to do anymore. If you were being honest Hyunjin’s performance looked like it declined after her criticism. Like his head wasn’t in it. One of the only reasons that you were even remotely good at the choreo was because Hyunjin took the lead, but now he was starting to make mistakes the choreographer started to look visibly annoyed. “We’re done.” she stood abruptly making the chair behind her fall. “Do better. You can’t let your looks carry you through life.” she grabbed her bag. “If you care about your performance then you would practice more. And if you don’t just keep doing exactly what you’re doing.” she huffed before storming out.

Hyunjin collapsed on the ground, covering his eyes with his arm as he panted, exhausted from practice. 

“Are you crying…?” you raised a brow, crawling over to him. 

“No.” he scoffed “As if I’d tell you even if I was”

“Look Hyunjin, I’m sorry I’ll work harder. I think I dragged you down-”

“You did” he glared at you. “Especially during the lift. I’m not gonna drop you so trust me”

“I-” you looked at him incredulously. “You’re the one that hates me, how am I supposed to trust you?”

“I don’t hate you” he sat up, wiping the sweat from his forehead. “Why would you think I hated you?”

“Because you glare at me? Because you insult me. Because you looked disgusted from the moment they told you I was your partner.”

“I don’t hate you.” He sighed before looking at you, his eyes softening. “I just knew this was hard. I don’t dance with that many girls. And I knew this was gonna be hard- But I’m just tired of people thinking that I’m handed things just because of my face. I want to show them that I earned it too”

“So that’s why you looked so sad?”

“Let’s just say I heard that a lot as a trainee. I’m a visual so I can just half ass things.” his tone mocking but you could tell how deep that cut. 

“Then let's’ prove them wrong '' you stood up holding your hand to him.

He laughed before taking your hand. This being one of the few actual conversations the two of you managed to have without being sarcastic. 

“Ok first things first. Do I have permission to touch you?”

“Hyunjin you’ve been touching me this whole time”

“No, I mean like touch you, more intimately.” he gave you a half smile, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “Sometimes I feel like you’re uncomfortable so I don’t really commit to the choreo. Like I’m always scared I’m gonna touch the wrong place, or grab too rough so I falter. The whole concept is supposed to be like we’re in love right? So-”

“You have my permission” you smiled brightly “You’re allowed to do anything you think is gonna make the dance better.”

After a few more runs of the dance you found yourself smiling more. It wasn’t necessarily part of the concept, but as you and Hyunjin were able to execute it better you both ended up smiling more. 

Even to the point that you improvised parts, little lingering touches, cuping his cheeks, ghosting of your lips. How his hands no longer hesitated to caress your skin, or how he could maintain eye contact.

Rather it was the growing confidence, or the chance that you two had been at it for hours and you were just slap happy in the early hours of morning. Night long gone. You attempted the choreo with the blindfolds, your movements felt so natural in your limited senses. Almost like you could feel him, in a way you did have to trust him. And maybe you actually did? You removed his blindfold, still moving through the dance with your eyes covered, trusting in his lead.

You no longer stiffened when he went into the handstand above you. It’s like you knew he wasn’t going to fall on you, or had to worry about how he touched you. He moved to remove your blindfold, staring into your eyes. But both of you remained still, neither bothering to continue with the dance. You just stared into his beautiful eyes, his full lips parting slightly as he took you in. His long fingers caressing your skin, holding your face near him. His hand spanning over your jaw and neck as he took you in. 

“Hyunjin…” you whispered, pulling him from his thoughts.

“You said I can touch you as long as it makes the choreo better right?” his tone husky as the pad of his thumb ran across your lip. You nodded watching him, your voice trapped in your throat from how intensely he looked at you. “What if it had nothing to do with the choreo? What if I just wanted to…” his gaze dropped to your lips as you took in a breath.

“Wanted to what…?”

He smiled, his tongue darting passed his lips to lick them “You know what, especially with how you’re looking at me”

“How am I looking at you?”

“Like you want me to kiss you…” he grinned, running his thumb down your lip, tugging it slightly, loving just how pretty you looked with your mouth open. 

“Then do it-” the words were barely out of your mouth before he finally pulled you into a kiss. You struggled to match his pace to return the kiss. His tongue easily taking the lead, enticing the sweetest of moans from your mouth. “Mmm…”The tiniest hint of Americano still lingering on his lips.

His hand held you still against his mouth as he deepened it, taking your top lip between his teeth. Your fingers moved to lace in the hair on his nape, tangling between his black tresses. He chuckled against your lips as you tugged his hair breaking the kiss, if only for a moment. Long enough for him to just take in your appearance. Your eyes meeting his, your blissed out expression mirrored on his face. He brushed your hair out of your face, his fingers tracing your features before bringing your lips right back to his. You laughed feeling him lift you in his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist. 

He walked backwards until the back of his knees hit the black JYP couches that lined the wall. He sat down, pulling you closer to his lap, caressing your bottom as he moved his kisses down your neck. 

“No marks~” you whined looking down at him, pulling him back by hir hair. 

He chuckled “Mmm...what if I left marks down here” his fingers disappearing under your large t-shirt, running over your stomach. “You can’t get in trouble right?” his wiggled his brow, winking. 

You placed your hand on top of his. “I wear crop tops for this comeback-You can’t” you pouted. 

You quirked your head seeing a mischievous look on his face. “I can think of a few places to mark you” Before you could even question him, he laid you on your back and crawled over you. It wasn’t even fair, you two had been dancing for hours but he was practically glowing. He raked a hand through his sweaty hair before pushing up your t-shirt, not bothering to remove it. His mouth immediately finding the top of your breast, leaving little love bites along the top hem of your bra. “Here’s ok right?” he gave you a cheeky smile, his teeth nipping at the soft skin. 

You closed your eyes, gasping. Any coherent thoughts lost to his touch. His lips ghosted down your stomach. He was careful to leave small kisses, nothing that would mark you. But sweet, wet kisses trailing down to the top of your dance shorts. He placed another kiss over your center, grinning against the spandex as he felt your thighs clench, your toes curling at the contact. 

His fingers began rubbing you, creating the most welcomed friction between your legs. Even though he was working through two layers of clothes his vigorous moving was enough to stimulate. Just enough to make you desperate, and wanting for more. He smiled seeing the obvious pleasure that graced your face as he began to rub you harder, focusing on detailed little circles or just the right spot that made you writhe for him. Your moans were his driving force. Your whimpers and how sweet his name sounded on your lips, and how it echoed in the empty dance room. 

Your hands desperately reached back to grab the arm of the chair, your back arching against the couch, you were practically humping his hand. His fingers, relentless. It was so cruel. The friction relieved just a little bit of frustration, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t like having him touch you directly. But you were too desperate to ask more. You didn’t want him to stop. Your hips steadily moved against him. You were so close, so so close. Just as you were about to reach a high. Just a little bit more. He moved up your body, silencing your moans with his lips, sucking on your tongue while he rubbed you through your shots. Maybe it was the built up tension, or how Hyunjin had been your crush for so long, but the moment his lips touched yours he felt you convulse. Your lower stomach coiling at your release. 

“Did you just…?” he gave you a crooked smile. “I didn’t even undress you Baby” He gripped your side just above your shorts wanting nothing more than to cause that beautiful fucked out expression again. 

“Mmmm Hyunjin…” your voice was barely a whisper as you looked up at him. Your chest rising and falling as you tried to gather your thoughts. “Are we really doing this?”

“Do you want to do this?” he smiled, kissing your core once more. 

You looked past him to the door. “What if someone comes in?”

“It’s 4am, no ones coming here, plus I already made you cum” he shrugged shyly before moving to get off of you. “But I get it we’re moving pretty fast so if you don’t want to-”

You sat up pushing him down by his chest. “I want to…but” you whispered peppering kisses down his neck, running your hand down his chest, and abs before reaching his sweatpants. “Do you have a condom?” you quirked your brow up, cupping the tent in his sweats. You almost laughed at how miserable he looked as the reality set in. Of course he didn’t, he didn’t bring much to dance practice since the dorm was literally down the road. 

“Fuck- No...dammit” he groaned covering his face, wanting to curse himself for going out of his way to get all worked up. 

“It’s ok”

“It is?!” his eyes sparkled brightly.

“Calm down” you scoffed. “I just meant we can do some thing. Not everything” Your fingers dipped inside, before pulling out his semi erect length. You ran your fingers up and down him, pumping him slowly and painfully. “Next time”

“Next time?” he whispered watching your mouth intensely. 

“Unless this was a one time thing and I-”

“No, No it’s not please. I’d like there to be a next time” his voice was almost too desperate. 

He smirked watching your every move, from how you bit down on your lip to how you glanced up at him, almost seeking permission to continue. Your thumb massaging his precum down his length before your tongue darted out to run a kitten lick over his head. Your mouth, slowly working down his length, taking him slowly. 

There was something about your eye contact that worked him over the edge. As you bobbed your head faster he groaned, taking a fist full of your hair. “Is it ok if I?” his tone was hesitant, until he saw how you smiled, winking at him. He got a little rougher, controlling your movements. Working you faster on him. The sounds of your gags and moans encouraging him to quicken his pace. “You’re doing so good, right there Baby” he smiled, his head rolling back in pleasure. His groans became more shallow and desperate “I’m gonna cum, you should stop” he looked down anxiously, noticing how you only moved faster taking him deeper, wanting him to cum in your mouth. 

His grip on your hair tightening as he released his load inside your warm mouth, the sticky bitterness sliding down your throat. He coughed taking him out, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. He gripped your face bringing you into another kiss. 

“I wish I had a condom...I can go and get one, and we can pick right up where we left off, just give me a couple minutes”

You shook your head, cupping his face. “It’s ok-”

“It’s not” he pouted “You were so good to me…” he traced your lips. “I need to make it up to you”

“Next time” you laughed relaxing on his chest as he absently smoothed down your hair. Both of you coming down from your highs. 

But next time couldn’t come soon enough. 

Especially since your manager was pissed that you didn’t come home until the morning. Luckily Ms. Choi did vouch for you and said she told you to practice longer. But that wasn’t enough to make your manager lay off, he’d been watching you like a hawk. You had to keep your interactions with Hyunjin to a minimum but he more than made up for it with his daily texts to you.

Your promotions got busier, Hyunjin started prepping for a comeback; And although you two did find the time for practices with your choreographer you both had schedules right after. There was never any alone time, which was exactly why anytime you were together then tension was almost suffocating. 

The next few dance practices went immensely better. The tension was still noticeable but instead of being one based in awkwardness, unfamiliarity, and inexperience. It was based in lust, desperation, and trust. Which worked perfectly for your dance. The improvisations Hyunjin and you took only added to the intimacy of the dance. Lingering looks, desperate touches, how you were close enough to breathe in his exhales. 

Your dance instructor had a lot of questions on how you two managed to improve so much, but as long as you were performance ready she had no complaints. 

After your dress rehearsal you weren’t able to see Hyunjin for the final two days before the performance. But with your dance practices getting heavier, and the undeniable attraction between you two you couldn’t even ignore just how horny he made you. Admittedly that led to quite a few flirty text messages to pass the time until you saw him again. 

Overall your texts were usually pretty sweet, checking in on one another. Missing each other, checking for the moment when your members went to sleep for you to be able just to talk to him because the sound of his voice caused this little flutter in your chest. And as sweet as those interactions were you needed...more. 

There was some dirty talk here and there, but you decided to up the ante with a sexy photo. Your favorite lingerie, on full display for him. The bold red color, a beautiful contract to your skin tone. 

Part of you did purely for teasing, you didn’t exactly expect anything more than making him flustered. You weren’t prepared for him to send a photo back. His grey sweatpants low on his hips, arms flexing as he stroked his hardened length through it. It was a rare opportunity to see him shirtless, his abs on full display. 

It threw you back to that moment in the dance room. How surprised you were when you traced the outline of his hard abs, especially since Hyunjin was so slim. You bit your lip, your own hand wandering against your panties, just to recreate the sweet friction he caused for you. You took a deep breath, not even knowing what to do with just how turned on you were. You couldn’t even reply to him, your own needs came first. You wouldn’t be able to think until you came. Your fingers worked your clit over at the very thought of him touching you. 

When you finally reached your climax you looked back over at your phone, Hyujin sent another text after a few minutes of radio silence from you. 

Are you ok? Too much? 😏

You smiled, limply grabbing your phone typing out a reply.

I should have let you fuck me raw

At first the teasing and flirting was supposed to help relieve you of the frustrated physical contact you shared for your dance practices, but it got you both so hot and bothered. Hyunjin was practically on edge the day of the award show. The only thing on his mind was how he was going to find alone time with you. He stood with his members, dressed in a designer suit in the audience. It was almost time for his segment and he kept catching your gaze. You giving him the subtlest of winks, and smiles. Nothing too obvious since the fans, and cameras were on you. But he caught them. 

 Chan noticed how wound up Hyunjin was and just figured it was nerves. 

“Hey, you ok man? You look tense” he gave him a pat on the back, massaging his tense shoulders a bit. 

“I’m fine, I just-I’m frustrated”

“I understand, these award shows are a lot and you even have to host a segment and do a performance.” he rubbed his back comforting him. “At least you’re not alone” he gestured toward you as you made hearts at the camera. “She’s probably going through the same thing” 

“I hope so” he whispered more so to himself, a small smile gracing his face. 

You and Hyunjin had changed into a matching couple suit and dress as you prepared to announce the next group's performance. Your red gown, clinging to your shape, the bright color matching the accents of Hyunjin’s lowly buttoned shirt. Anytime the camera panned to the crowd between announcements there were just one too many seemingly innocent brushes of his hand. Against your exposed arm, lower back, butt. And worst of all, he kept a straight face while doing it. You had to bite back a smile, trying to look forward and not give him the satisfaction that every touch from him was shooting straight to your core. 

“You look so good in red” he leaned down to whisper in your ear, hiding behind his cue cards.

“Can you behave? There’s literally thousands of cameras on us” you nudged his side as subtly as you could. Occasionally giving a little finger heart to your fans. 

“I can’t help it when you look like that.” he scrunched his face in that little habit of his, his nose wiggling just a bit as his eyes made that precious moon shape

“Stop~” you pouted, “How am I supposed to do our dance when I just wanna jump your bones.”

“Do it” he challenged you. “If you ask nicely I might even let you”

You looked at him incredulously at his boldness, speechless. “I-You-” he looked down at you with that smug smile and you knew you whipped. 

“Standby” the camera man and PD signaled. 

You two immediately turned on your idol charm. Smiling and joking, giving just a little fan service and playfulness while introducing the next performers. As soon as that was over you were ushered into costume again for your dance stage. 

Maybe it was because you two had done the routine hundreds of times. Maybe it was because you were lost in the screaming fans, bright lights and cameras, maybe it was because you having him hold your body felt like it was one of the most natural and welcomed things in the world. But all of your anxieties about the stage melted away the moment he touched your hand. 

The moves were almost second nature at this point. 

All of the tension and desperation you felt for one another personified in one brilliant performance. Close, but not quite close enough. 

He pulled you in his arms in the final move of the dance, cupping your cheeks and staring adoringly into your eyes. Your nose brushed his as you smiled back. The crowd roared as the curtains closed on you and you stepped away, your manager ushered you to get change and to meet your group. “Hurry up, you have to shower and change.” he grabbed you by your arm walking you to the changing room.

You followed him to the dressing room, but you kept looking back to Hyunjin. His dark eyes were mesmerizing, almost haunting. 

As you reached your dressing room, you looked to the outfit hanging near the shower for you to change into. You turned on the water to the shower letting it warm when there was a frantic knock at the door. Figuring it was your manager you frowned “Yes? Did you forget some-” you gasped opening it and being met with Hyunjin towering over you. Before you could even ask he stepped into the room and locked the door behind him. “What are you-” he cupped your cheeks kissing you deeply. Backing you up until you hit the sink counter. His hands hastily placing you on top of it. Your legs, wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. 

He smiled pulling away from the kiss, his forehead pressing against yours as he stared at you adoringly. “How fast do you think you can cum?” his fingers traced your lower lip. 

“How romantic” you rolled your eyes “That’s exactly what a girl wants to hear” you played with the hair on his nape.

“I promise I’ll take my time with you next time but right now I really need to be inside you, it’s driving me crazy” he placed his hand on top of your thigh, tracing the skin under your shorts. “Please?” his voice was so desperate as he whispered against your lower lip. “May I fuck you?”

“Such a gentleman” you grinned, eyeing him. 

“Not for long” he bit down on your lower lip. 

“You may fuck me” you laughed, sucking on his lip.

He immediately moved to remove your shorts, making you lift your hips so he could pull the tight material down your thighs. 

“I owe you from last time” he pressed a kiss against your panties before pulling them down as well, joining your shorts on the ground. He dropped to his knees, and the very sight made you wet. His longer fingers spread you open as his tongue buried itself deep within your core, He groaned feeling just how wet you were. He palmed your breast through your bra under your shirt, massaging you as he relentlessly worked your clit. 

Your eyes rolled back, toes curling as you shook. You were already so close, the performance made you wet just because you were so touch starved and his little verbal foreplay really got you going. 

Feeling you cum on his tongue he pulled back, licking the slick off his lips. “You taste so good Baby” he gripped you by the back of your neck pulling you close to him. His lips hovering over yours “Do you wanna taste yourself?” he gave you a mischievous look. 

You placed your hand over his large fingers feeling him apply the tiniest of pleasure around your neck. Your breath hitched, you were almost ashamed at how much you enjoyed the feeling of his hands around your throat; demanding all your attention. He chuckled seeing the smile growing on your face. “Fuck… do you like this?” he pecked your lips, you licked his mouth, tasting yourself. “Mmm I like this a lot, but we don’t have a lot of time and if you don’t hurry up and fuck me, I’m just gonna fuck myself”

“You wouldn’t dare” his tone clipped as he slipped his fingers inside of you, pumping them faster, knowing you were still sensitive from that last time you came. He worked you over quick and rough, your clit reddening under his touch.

“Ah-Hyunjin~” you whined, before grabbing his length. 

“Spit Baby” he held his hand out in front of you, and rubbing his hands down his hard cock. The slick, allowing him to move faster as he encouraged your hands to move around him.

You licked your lips watching him with hooded eyes. “Do you have a condom this time?”

“Of course I do, I bought a whole pac-” he stopped himself, wincing before pressing his head against yours. He looked so pained. “I hate myself”

“Where is it?” you laughed scratching his scalp. 

“In my bag...in my dressing room… I can go run and get it I can ju-”

“Fuck me raw” you whispered against the shell of his ear. “If you leave I’m gonna lose it.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m ok with it if you are...I mean I’m clean and I honestly never really do this and I like you”

“I like you too” he hated how desperate he sounded but it was hard not too given the situation. You smiled into another kiss as he slowly guided himself inside you, your walls stretching to his length taking all of him. Inch by inch. You wrapped your arms around his neck encouraging him to fill you. He grabbed you thighs, spreading your legs further as he pumped into you, his lips never leaving yours.

You moved your hips against his, matching his pace. “Mmm Hyunjin please”

“Not so loud Baby” he chuckled shushing you, his kisses moving from your swollen lips down your neck, unbuttoning your shirt to get access to your breast. He roughly moved your bra upwards releasing your breast, and latching on to your nipples, “Mmm…” his gaze flicked upwards to you. Your nipple between his teeth. He loved seeing you absolutely come undone to his touch. The way you squirmed, desperately panting. His your hand shot up to cover your mouth to silence your moans. He loved you like this. Gorgeous, wanting, and fucked out of your mind because of him. “I promise next time I’m gonna take my sweet time with you, but-”

“I know, I know” you panted cupping his cheeks. “I’m almost there please” he slammed into your faster. Silencing your lips with his as he snapped his hips faster, his thumb rubbing your sore, swollen clit making sure he didn’t cum alone. 

“Ah-” 

“Shh!” he bit your lip, shoving his tongue inside of your mouth as you came against his cock. Your body convulses, as your stomach tightened before you fell limp against his shoulder. He held you close, cumming inside. His whimpers, met with your sweet kisses. 

You laughed cupping his cheeks, whispering sweet nothings. His hair sticking to his delicate features. Years of pinning for him, weeks of suffocating tension. It made it all worth it. 

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna fuck you again” he laughed brushing his nose against yours. 

“I wouldn’t be opposed to it”

Just as he looked like he was going to take you up on your offer, your manager knocked on the dressing room door. Yelling for you to hurry it up. The two of you looked at each other trying to stifle a laugh as you replied in the cheeriest tone possible. “I’m almost finished”

END.

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Mine: Wolffe x Reader

Request: Yandere ~~~~ "Wolffe! What are you doing?" Plo screamed across the battlefield as Wolffe just stood there motionless. The fact that he hasn't gotten shot down was a miracle. Guess that's thanks to the droids' bad aim. Plo's yelling didn't get Wolffe's attention; he still stood there, staring at the girl of his dreams. This girl just so happened to be you. You were kneeling on the ground, tying a bandage around one of the troopers who who shot in the arm. A simple maneuver, its purpose simply being to cut off blood flow to prevent blood loss, but every time Wolffe saw you do this, it was like watching you perform the galaxy's hardest surgery. Everything you did was perfect and with grace in his eyes. He wanted you. No, he needed you. He had an idea.

Wolffe finally started blasting. His blasts were reckless, like him, but they missed everything, which was unlike him. Despite missing the droid, he marched towards him. This was the plan. He ignored the commands to fall back from Plo, and kept charging. The only thing that could stop him from pushing forward was a shot from the clankers good enough to knock him out, which is exactly what happened. You saw the whole thing play out from across the battlefield. Since you were attending to other men, you commed Boost to inform him what happened. Moments later, Boost was at Wolffe's side, wondering why he would do what he did.

"Kriff!" he exclaimed the second he came to, making eye contact with Boost.

Boost exhaled and shook his head, "Commander, what the kriff were you doing?!"

"Clearly not thinking this out throughly," Wolffe groaned, throwing his head back into the bed, "is (y/n) here?"

Boost rolled his eyes and left the room, leaving Wolffe in the care of a medical droid. It wasn't ideal, but he started talking to the droid, knowing it doesn't have a brain to remember any of it, "It was a great idea in the moment. All I had to do is get injured on the battlefield and then should would have to help me! Right? Nope! Boost came over to help me! Sorry vod, but I would have rather risked dying and waited longer for her to come over! Now I'm stuck here with a stupid droid!"

"I am trained in over three hun-"

"Shut up," Wolffe interrupted the droid, attempting to get out of the bed. The medical droid was there to catch Wolffe as he stumbled before maintaining his balance. The droid informed Wolffe that he wasn't ready to leave the medical bay, but the last thing he was worried about was a droid's opinion.

Wolffe went back to the 104th barracks where his armor was freshly polished, laying on his bunk. Across the room, he got a glare from Sinker. This made Wolffe pray to maker Sinker wouldn't come over to him. His prayer went unanswered as Sinker approached him and started reaming Wolffe for his reckless behavior. Deep down, he knew the newly named ARC was angry at him out of brotherly love, but he was just too upset his plan failed to realize that.

The doors to the barracks opened, revealing you and Boost laughing together. This made Wolffe angry, real angry.

"Boost, get over here, now!" he commanded, angry boiling in his blood.

Boost hugged you goodbye and went over to his commander, "Yes sir?"

"Stay away," he growled through his teeth. This was a new level of fury no one in the 104th has experienced before.

Boost gave Wolffe a confused look, "With all due respect sir, you called me over here."

Wolffe grabbed the closest thing he could find, which ended up being a DC-17 pistol, and threw it as hard as he could against the floor, "I mean from (Y/N), trooper!"

It was rare that a clone called another clone, trooper, and that could easily be told by the reaction of all the men in the room. Silence over took the barracks to the point that Wolffe could hear Boost swallow.

"Yeah," he smirked, "I'd be scared too."

The only thing going through Boost's mind was the fact that he was happy Wolffe wasn't a Jedi. That night, Wolffe laid in his bed, his eyes wide open as he stared at the ceiling. Everything reminded him of you, even the ceiling. The ceiling was up, so are the stars, you're a star to him.

He threw his legs over the side of his bed and got up, slowly leaving the barracks, making sure not to wake any of his sleeping brothers.

The halls of the Jedi Cruiser were dead silent. Wolffe loved this. It allowed him to bask in his emotions without disturbance. He approached your private quarters and ran his fingers down the door. He craved being in there with you, holding you. As his fingers slowly trailed down the door, he let his mind wander. The things he wanted to do with you kept piling up. Throughout the months of you being an assistant field medic, he built up this fantasy in his head. Without thinking, he pounded his fist on the door, angry he didn't have you.

The pound on the door started you. You groaned and got out of bed, curious to what was on the other side of the door. When you opened the door there was nothing there. You peered your head out of the door and looked down the hall. Nothing. You shrugged, figuring it was just the dream and went back to bed.

Wolffe stood in a supply closed he quickly migrated to after banging on your door. After a few minutes, he figured it would be safe for him to walk out without being spotted by you. He was angry at himself for two reasons. One, the fact he probably woke you up. Two, the fact that he craves your attention yet isn't willing to do something about it.

A few weeks passed and the 104th just finished a mission on Ryloth. The battalion stayed a little longer to aid in clean up. While distributing first aid supplies to the civilians,  Wolffe heard some food supply boxes fall over not too far from him. He excused himself and walked over to the source of the sound.

To his horror, he found the love of his life locking lips with one of his men.

"Boost," Wolffe sternly said between his teeth, "you are needed in the supply lines." Wolffe didn't acknowledge the incident at the moment.  

Boost gave him a glare and walked away, leaving you with Wolffe. Wolffe was silent, but his expression spoke a thousand words. He was furious.

"What?" you asked, attempting to walk past him.  He instantly put his hand on your shoulder and started walking towards you, making you slowly go back to where you and Boost were before Wolffe came around.

Wolffe pushed both your shoulders against the sand wall with some force.

"Trooper," you commanded, unsure of what he was even thinking.

He pressed his index and middle finger against his lips and pushed his body closer to you. "Say no more," he groaned huskily, his forehead now touching yours.

"Wolf-"

"I said say no more," he sputtered, pulling you further away from everyone. "Ever since you came into this war you've done some pretty bad things. How dare you?"

You slapped his hands off of you, "I have no idea what you're talking about!"

Wolffe laughed, "I'm in love with you, (Y/N). And I'm going to make you in love with me."

"Wolffe, I-"

He crashed his lips into yours. He wasn't going to let Boost get any idea that he could steal you from him. You've always been his, he just never told you. The kiss was full of angst and love. You could feel the anger radiate off his lips as his passionate kissed you.

You ripped your head away from his, "Excuse me Commander?"

"I'm gonna make you mine, cyare," he grinned, kissing your forehead before going back to his duties.

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haikyuu!! third gym squad taking the ib diploma programme

ok... my friend and i got rlly stressed the other day and made headcanons for these guys if they were to take classes in the ib... it’s like a levels but like... a bit more death!

for my ib diploma folks you can just hop on over and read what i’ve hc’d but for my non-ib folks, lemme give you a bit of an introduction to the ib diploma programme.

characters included: bokuto koutarou, kuroo tetsurou, akaashi keiji, tsukishima kei, haiba lev, hinata shouyou

THE IB DIPLOMA PROGRAMME is a rigorous two-year pre-college program in your last two years of high school. a full programme consists of one class from each of the six required groups (totalling to 6 classes), which are G1 - first language; G2 - second language; G3 - social sciences; G4 - natural sciences; G5 - mathematics; and G6 - arts (though, arts is optional, and can be switched out with another subject from G3 or G4).

within these six courses, students are required to take at least three high-level (HL) courses and three standard level courses (SL), but some students may take four HL courses and have two SL courses (kind of a rough one tho). 

just to note: there’s two types of math courses - applications and interpretations (Math AI) and analysis and approaches (Math AA). MAA courses are known to be harder than MAI courses because students do more theory work and have non-calculator sections in exams, unlike MAI courses where calculators are required for every exam. also, it is possible for a person to take IB courses instead of the full diploma programme, but i’m not very well acquainted with that variation of the IB programme so we’re just going to assume all the boys got 6 courses.

okay. i am so sorry i just lectured you on a whole school curriculum. anyways. back to haikyuu!!

BOKUTO KOUTAROU : Japanese Language and Literature HL, Mandarin Ab Initio SL, Geography HL, SEHS (Sports, Exercise, and Health Science) HL, Math AI SL, Economics SL

ok so it’s canon that this dude is not doing very well in math but his parents made him do higher level math at first poor boy >:(

he started the year off in higher level and thought he was gonna be fine

no. he was not fine.

so he ended up switching his math hl to sl and his japanese sl to hl

IT IS CANON (special chapter in volume 19 titled “i just forgot” where bokuto has a wholeass crisis about words) that bokuto’s really one to actually really like to think about how words work and function as systems in the same way ib language courses do!!

actually having him do japanese ll hl is just an excuse for me to keep him in math sl sorry

i mean koutarou may be my fav tax evader but he really did sit through two years worth of econ classes... smh

mans is Not listening and has to rely on yukie for notes but he just memorises case studies for exams and does not do anything else

i feel like he just takes mandarin because he thought it was the easiest one... he also thinks the words sound similar so it’s easy to memorise

he’s a pretty good communicator so he practices his mandarin quite a lot. as in, he’s made friends to talk to in mandarin. we love to see it!!!

also. um. i hc that he’s pretty decent at memorisation so geography!! this goes for memorising all the kanji and mandarin characters too

i think SEHS is pretty self-explanatory. mans already known he wanna be a pro athlete might as learn about being healthy as an athlete

KUROO TESTUROU : Japanese Language and Literature SL, English B SL, Business Management HL, Chemistry HL, Math AI HL, Biology HL

now... we all know this mf been taking chemistry hl. it is CANON

and as per his career path... DEFINITELY business management hl

i feel like he’s so analytical in the way he sees things that he likes to explore many areas of knowledge where there are different ways of thinking

takes english as a second language because... whew.. aint it sexy when mans wanna be multifaceted in business

also takes higher level biology because he’d rather not with the languages... but later on i believe he ends up in a higher level language class because he might as well

i feel like kuroo’s classes just give me a vibe i know too too well... 

mans takes math ai. he does not wanna fuck around with a pencil proving a theorem he just wants the answer bro

like in volleyball, he’s a quick thinker. so he’s pretty g with math and business stuff

i literally know someone with this class combo ... it’s not very chill but it screams “you never see me do any course work but i always get at least a B+ in every subject”

AKAASHI KEIJI :  Japanese Language and Literature HL, French Ab Initio SL, Psychology HL, Chemistry SL, Math AA SL, Visual Arts HL

now... this subject combo radiates such pretty energy

pretty subjects for a pretty boy

he was originally going to do biology sl but then found out there is chemistry in biology so he just decided with chemistry. plain and simple.

we all know akaashi is both emotionally and academically intelligent

he’s logical and analytical, and when faced with a tough time he works through it well albeit going through a little bit of struggle

this automatically puts him in math aa... i just see him actually liking proving theorems??? 

but maybe he just thinks his calculator is a nuisance sometimes and would rather solve everything by hand 

also art boy! this dude likes graphic design more but when it comes to traditional art he does Not Hold Back

i like to think that he’s into painting backgrounds and mixed media

if he didn’t take VA, i’m pretty sure he would take economics. because. it’s quite systematic and i think akaashi would take a liking to it

as for japanese ll hl... we all know this dude was supposed to be a part of the literary section in a magazine/manga company but was moved to editor

goes hand-in-hand with psychology, likes to know how words convey meaning and how they affect people

he also thinks french is kind of a cool language. i feel like this guy just wants to do it because it sounds cool and novel for him

all in all, pretty solid subject combo!

TSUKISHIMA KEI : Japanese Language and Literature HL, French Ab Initio SL, History HL, Biology SL, Math AA HL, Instrumental Music HL

4 hl’s... here we are folks

honestly does it for colleges to go like “holy shit this dude is kinda crazy”

but does suffer... coursework tings :)

first of all this dude takes french (even though it’s a beginner’s class) because he just loves to sound cool huh

the summer before his courses started he would have had the basics down after looking through free ib textbooks

plus, being the guy that’s super good at a new language in the class is a huge ass flex and a big ass ego boost. and anyways, with language, he thinks it’s just a lot of simple patterns working together.

this also applies to japanese ll hl... finds writing essays and making arguments ez (at least that’s what he tells himself - he’s kinda nervous when it comes to japanese but he holds on anyway)

practices extra hard on pronunciation. sounds hot tho

math aa hl??? there we go. another crazy one. thought he could ace the class at first.... no. no he couldn’t 

thinks about moving down to sl. probably does. (at least it’s not math ai)

history and biology go hand in hand for him. he has significant interests in prehistoric times, and likes to learn about the origins of life - that’s a given

but he does get tired of the politics talk in history like... goddamn all these people making so many mistakes? just stop making them smh

and instrumental music was just something he got onto because he really would like to just have a course where he could enjoy himself while also learning about the stuff he likes

nobody knows what music he listens to... but i think he’s willing to listen to anything as long as it’s music and it has the kinds of vibes he digs

HAIBA LEV: Japanese Language and Literature SL, Mandarin Ab Initio SL, Psychology HL, Chemistry SL, Math AI HL, Theatre HL

i don’t know how to explain it but lev has such strong psych and chem energy

yes haiba lev’s classes are the ones i picked via roulette wheel

jk not really

here’s the thing though, lev takes psychology because he thinks econ, business management, history, ess, all that jazz is just... absolutely boring. like. super. mf-ing. boring.

so he’s like ooh cognitive processes!

kinda hates that he has to study research methods and research methods ONLY at first but when he gets the hang of it he really finds it one of his fav subs

i actually have no explanation for mandarin ab initio sl... he just seemed like the kind of guy who would wanna do the class solely because he thinks mandarin sounds cool with their intonations and everything

plus he heard that the teacher gives mooncakes every lunar new year ad he. loves. them.

okay now hear me out.

lev is good at math.

maybe not lightning speed analysis or calculations like akaashi, but he finds solving problems fun! except for when they’re without a calculator bc he HATES doing calculations by hand

he can get a bit clumsy with his hand calculations too so it’s nice to just have a calculator on hand

literally only does math ai for the sake of using a calculator at all times (a/n: i take this class, and this was the reason i took it too. COMPLETELY VALID)

and then does theatre for the fun of it!!! confidence levels high for presentations and performances... good fit

kinda thought that ib theatre would be his easy A but oh how he was wrong... hates the research tasks at first but he gets used to it

HINATA SHOUYOU: Japanese Language and Literature SL, Portuguese Ab Initio SL, SEHS HL, Geography HL, Math AI SL, Theatre HL

his classes are bokuto energy but with theatre and portuguese

MANGA SPOILERS! we all know he started thinking abt going to brazil in his second year of high school, and the ib diploma programme starts in the last two years of high school so it fits PERFECTLY

lowkey most of the boys take japanese ll sl because they just. have to.

this is also hinata’s case <3

SEHS HL!!! he has a vision for the future and it definitely involves him understanding health and sports and everything like that, especially after nationals in his first year :(((( still sad abt that

but he’s motivated for this higher level class because he’s really just gonna go all out with the research

math ai sl because... he prolly don’t give a fuck about numbers!!! (it hasn’t been made clear already, but math ai sl is the lowest level math course)

he also took theatre hl because even though he does get scared at first, he’s a natural when it comes to learning new cultures

he’s just so curious about it all and it makes him quite engaged in the class as well!!!!

also kinda took theatre because the other subjects were just not it for him

about geography... he hates memorisation but he also hates everything else in the social studies group so

he just gets by by trying to find the little details of the things he’s studying interesting because really... geography class is just the base of all the places on his bucket list

hinata’s def one of those dudes who picks his subs purely off of liking because we all know he’s going. any subject that isn’t based off of liking is usually a mandatory subject anyways

[coinofstone]

Combining 4x12 and 4x13 The Sword in the Stone pts 1 and 2 into one post, no commentary tracks on either episode, unfortunately.

4x12 The Sword in the Stone pt 1

I really don't mean to question any of this homoerotic comedy gold, but why has Arthur got his chainmail on before his pants? Surely chainmail is a post-trouser application?

"No one likes to be called fat, Merlin"

Arthur sitting there moping over Gwen is the biggest self own. "I look for her in the room, and she's not there. Then I remember why." Yea cuz you threw her out you DUMBASS. Sick of TV trying to make me feel sympathy for dudes who played themselves.

Can you hear the music when you see this

Such a great shot. AND a great piece of music too.

Dear reader, you're probably expecting me to make a shit ton of hypnosis jokes, and you know, you're not wrong, but first - there is something pressing that needs to be addressed:

Behold, the most awkward handshake of all time. Eoin is literally going for his bicep instead of his forearm, what even is that?!? And poor Percival, he's got one injured dumbass hanging off him on one arm, and another dumbass trying to shake his other hand like he's never seen an arm before. It looks like he's reaching up into his armpit because of the angle 😂😂 I'm cackling watching this gif loop.

Same energy:

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THIS is why Elyan/Percival is the superior side ship:

Look at that sweet sweet chemistry. I almost always see Percival paired with Leon or Gwaine in fic and I just... how on earth can you pass this up? These two are perfect together. That LOOK Elyan gives him and Percival's giddy face as he looks over at Merlin and Arthur 😍😍😍 it looks better in the video than I can reproduce in gif

Christ, he DOES play the bimbofication well, doesn't he? "Whatever you say I'm entirely in your hands." I feel like at the time that was the line that spawned a million fanfics.

Morgana that is a magic snake, not a pen

Agravaine is so fuckin creepy. I mean I'm glad it took this long for him to go full blown creepazoid but we ALL saw it coming. Even tho he's NOT her uncle it's still gross, he's twice her age and disgusting.

How many brothers did Ygraine have anyway? Tristan I guess we'll never know but why would Agravaine really want his sister's SON dead? Fuckin royals.

Is Arthur listening for woodworm?

Why is Tristan twice Isolde's age

I miss Simpleton Arthur, but at least King Arthur looks good fighting in those tight capris

Arthur's all moody about Agravaine betraying him and Merlin is so supportive. If I were Merlin I would've been dropping "I told you so's" left and right.

What I don't get, is if Merlin knew Gwen has been in Ealdor, why has he never told Arthur this?

Gotta figure the people of Ealdor are not gonna be too happy about their village coming under attack cuz King Arthur is hiding out there. He's not even their king 😂

4x13 The Sword in the Stone part two

It's weird to have what feels like a ending moment ten minutes in

Tristan is such a dick

Won't eating moldy bread just make Gaius sicker

Hey um... how did Arthur get his clothes back? Did he keep a spare set in Ealdor? You know, for all those times he visits Hunith with Merlin? What's that you say, I'm getting fanon confused with canon again? Am I though?

Actual scene from when Merlin was telling Arthur the Bruta coda:

Omgggg the way he looks at Merlin's mouthhhhhhhhh before he goes to try and pull the sword from the stone

This is probably the second most iconic scene in the series, after the round table scene

and yes, I realize I'm going to hell for this but I can't be the only pervert watching this and thinking about how incredibly ... phallic it is.

There's a whole other level of subtext to this. Not just the phallic imagery but Merlin literally leading a doubtful Arthur to this ... performance space in front of a crowd, where Merlin is in full control of what's about to happen - and he guides Arthur through the motions, encouraging and confidence boosting, until Arthur becomes the truest version of his self. I say Merlin is in control but that's not even entirely accurate, he's only in control of releasing the sword from the stone, but that in and of itself is of no consequence; the power in this scene lies with Arthur, in his faith in himself - which is what Merlin is really helping him reclaim; the sword is just metaphor.

But am I supposed to believe that this subtext isn't intentional? Especially immediately after Merlin had Arthur in a trance-like state where he became more pliant and willing to be led?

My god if I were involved in this fandom when this was airing this episode would've made me lose my MIND.

Daaaamn Leon coming on a bit strong there but okay.

Nice to know that Morgana Pendragon, last priestess of the Old Religion, powerful Socereress and current ruler of Camelot, freezes and whimpers in terror at the first glimpse of an unexpected octogenarian in her castle.

I never watched any cast interviews beyond the SDCC panel that was in the S3 extras but I really want to know where that little laugh Old Man Merlin does came from. That little 'heh' is just the greatest thing ever, I'm dying to know if he based that on anyone or anything in particular.

Hey remember in S2 when Morgana got a whole bunch of hairbrushes for her birthday? Bet she wishes she knew where those had got to now.

This brief moment between Gwen and Arthur is actually perfect. Arthur has for so long gone been brooding about how he loves her but he's angry, even though we, the audience, know he has no business blaming her, none of the fucking characters do, including Gwen. But Gwen has also been through a lot, and he's given her zero benefit of doubt the whole time. So watching her march up to him and angrily tell him that she still loves him, then walking away without letting him speak - him, the king, her, leaving the 'tho God knows why since you behave like such an ass' unsaid at the end. It's really a beautiful, perfect moment.

Arthur: what happened to you, Morgana?

Morgana:

We love a mirror corridor fight scene

Percival and Elyan tho 😍😍

"Hold me"

No parallels there, nope, not at all.

Arthur: will you marry me?

The castle staff: christ, not again

Merlin's got himself a new coat for the occasion and everything!

Why is it that Merlin never checked on Aithusa? Never even asked Kilgharrah about her? You'd think he would've felt some kind of obligation, as the last Dragonlord, towards her. Yes I'm going with 'her' don't @ me it's hc.

As per usual, if there's anything worth commenting on in the special features for S4 I will create a separate post.

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Theater #1 (1/1/2021)

Theater #1 (1/1/2021)

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Angel @sluttyspiderpolkacock finds some silks and tries them out, and Kyxs @usedhearts sits down to watch. Happy death day to Kyxs, congrats on not getting spears thrown at you this year.

Angel

Angel passed the grand entrance on the way to seeking company and decided to stop and smell the theatrical roses. Heels echoing the high ceilings, he dragged his sights over the grandeur. This was the scene he loved most, he realized as he cleared the orchestral pit and plopped himself down front and center. To be here, like the starlets of old weilding the attention of every set of senses in the room. Singing, dancing, comedy, burlesque & striptease. Angel hardly got the chance to do these types of performances, to his chagrin.

A deep breath.

Cut short.

From where he sat, he could see some rigging on the ceiling. He scrambled to his feet and rummaged backstage. Most of what he found had alien workings he couldn't even begin to understand, but his tunnel vision ceased as soon as he found what he was looking for. He'd only had the opportunity to try them once or twice, but no one was stopping or micromanaging his skills NOW. Angel dropped his coat off the front of the stage and was flying amongst silken ribbons before he knew it.

Kyxs

A drink on his deathday that wasn't straight from a bottle and didn't burn on the way down, was something that Kyxs had always wanted. Not to mention not having to hide in a bunker while angels thrashed his home up above his head. No panic, no stress, not this year, and he was grateful.

Holding his glass in delicate talons, he wandered the quiet mansion, peeking in doors here and there. This place was so huge, someone could get lost in it easily, and he let himself. At least until he happened upon the theater. Massive, and like he always imagined one of those fancy Parisian opera houses would look, he almost didn't notice who was on the stage.

But then he did, and his attention focused. Of all the gin joints in all the worlds....

He smiled a bit and walked down the main aisle, his hooves clacking on the hard floor. Kyxs wasn't sure if Angel would notice him, he looked pretty into his routine from where the chimera stood, so he didn't speak. He didn't want to break the spell, and so sat himself, front and center, instead. He'd rather let Angel perform to his heart's content and watch, than interrupt him in the middle. That would be rude, after all.

Angel

His senses perked as soon as he heard hooves, but it took a couple high swings before he could see who it was. Mischievous smile gleaming his visage, Angel angled directly above Kyxs and spun into a sudden drop before their face.

" Ya gonna keep creepin' , or ya gonna say hey ~ ? " he teased with a gentle anchoring of his fingertips to his horns, silks twisted about his legs in suspension.

Kyxs

He wasn't expecting such a sudden drop from Angel, and nearly dropped his drink in surprise. His heart hammered in his chest, for a variety of reasons, but he smiled all the same.

"I didn't want to interrupt. You looked very...concentrated on it, I didn't want to say something and ruin it." Kyxs gave a half hearted shrug.

"You're here, though-- on Okkylk, that is. Means you got out, yeah? You didn't arrive with everyone else so I didn't know if..." He shrugged again, looking downright sheepish.

"I'm glad you did, Angel-- get out, that is. I'm glad you're here." And not _there_, his tone implied.

Angel

Angel let himself a little lower so he could more comfortably lounge at their level.

" Get out? It ain't like I was waitin' in line t' get tossed to the EXTERMINATORS, BABE, " he said much too casually, " I pull in too much REVENUE fa THAT ~ "

Angel gave his legs a stretch and folded his hands beneath his chin. He was yet to speak so frankly of the nature of his relationship with his ~~ex~~ EMPLOYER, but it seemed Kyxs was more keen on his moments of slippage than he thought. As far as he need be concerned... _he loved his job._

" I just decided I needed a break an' took it, " he shrugged, then fell from the silks to perch upon the back of the seats before them, audaciously planting a heel above their shoulder. _A change of subject._ " So what brought YOU here? Ya make fast frien's wit' Valera, too ~ ? "

Kyxs

He was ready to comment on all that, but then Angel swapped subjects. Well. Kyxs would let it go, for now, he supposed. He gave a little shrug, taking a sip of his drink, hooves clicking against the ground as he swung his legs a bit.

"Yeah, me and them have been talking a lot. Even helped them chop some stuff for stew a few days ago. They offered me and Alastor a place here, to get away from the Extermination. I wasn't _about_ to pass that up." They laughed softly, thumb tracing the rim of their drink, which they held in both hands.

"Nice to have a Deathday that isn't me cowering in a bunker with Alastor, and the exterminators trashing the station upstairs." He gave a snort and shook his head. "I sure picked a great day to off myself, huh? December 31st. Thought I was being _poetic_, but turns out that was just about the dumbest thing I could've done."

Angel

" Like ya could'a KNOWN the Heaven e'ryone talked up so fuckin' much purged Hell's residents e'ery year... " Angel scoffed as he reached to relieve Kyxs of his drink so he could slip onto his lap, " Don't go sellin yaself SHORT NOW, Da'lin'. Still got ALL ya afterlife t' go an' do ANY amount a DUMB SHIT ~ "

He laughed boistrously, a demonic undertone reverberating throughout the theatre with the hopes he'd drown out the thoughts plaguing his mind.

" I'm TEASIN'... I mean it, though. No point in feelin' sorry fa yaself. Death Day's just like any other day. It don't gotta mean NOTHIN' if ya don't want it to. Shit, give yourself a new one if it bothers ya so much. What's gonna 'appen? Ya go ta HELL? "

Kyxs

Oh, and there's an Angel in his lap. One of his hands curls around his waist, the other rests just above the knee on one of his legs, just on instinct. And then a voice in the back of his head wonders if it's okay for him to do that, to just touch Angel like that. But Angel did....want him to touch, he'd say so, right? But he also didn't want to seem like Angel wasn't welcome to sit on his lap any time of the day or night....

Why was dating so complicated? Kyxs shook his head and focused on what Angel was saying instead.

"Oh, it's less feeling sorry for myself and more that I always wanna go out and be social and, y'know, _have some fun_ on my Deathday and I never get to. So more frustration than anything." He laughed, shrugging a bit, smirking up at Angel.

"Though I'd be bigger in Hell than I was when I first arrived, too. Like somehow my reputation from the living world would follow me. Realized how wrong a lot of my expectations were real fast..."

Angel

" Y'must've killed mostly good people then... " he mused with a slow drag of one pair of arms over the backrests behind him, a second pair up his fluff, " I dunno how many a mine's up in the clouds, BUT... " Angel stretched his neck to make way for a flirtatious boost of volume. It was natural and fun for him, putting on a small private show.

" I dunno, a big... WARM WELCOME might not be what it's all cracked up t' be. Especially if ya gonna be showin' in the middle of a fuckin'... MOB a people ya offed... " He winked nefariously, curl of his back curating a most perfect angle of him from Kyxs's point of view. " I wouldn' bum out over it so much, Toots, ya got y'self under the ranks of one a the Pride Ring's biggest head honchos. It's the next best thing ya could be doin' down 'ere, y'know... "

A wide, playful smirk preceded a theatric flash of his wrists mimicking gunfire. " Before decidin' to OFF 'EM an' take the power fa YASELF ~ "

Kyxs

He snorted a bit. "More like I didn't know them beyond what little casing I did. Did they have kids? Were they rich and/or up their own asses? Were they willing to let me in? That's about it."

His eyes can't help but be drawn to how Angel fluffed and moved. Kyxs definitely wasn't opposed to a private show like this-- In fact, it was more than welcome. Helped make his Deathday pretty good, actually.

At the mention of offing the boss, though, his brow creases, and he shakes his head.

"No, I wouldn't do that to Alastor-- Don't think I _could_ to be honest. He's so powerful. And he's a better boss than most would give him credit for. Though...I definitely understand the sentiment when it comes to other bosses-- or, even, people who aren't bosses but you just don't want to see their dumb, stupid faces anymore..."

His expression darkened and it was _rather obvious_ who he was talking about. Both a certain moth and a certain father and brother that were decidedly non-spidery.

"I hope the Exterminators get all of them. That'd be nice to return home to that news, huh?"

Angel

" They're SINNERS just like any one a us, out here hidin', too. They can go down just as easy wit' the right sinker ~ " Angel scoffed, a cynical curl of a corner of his lips, " Either way, a big chunk of them are gonna be gone, it ain't gonna be you or me... "

Playfully, Angel cupped his fluff and slotted Kyxs drink into his cleavage before grinning widely. " Happy Death Day, Babes ~ " he sang with an inviting wink.

Kyxs

"You're damn right, Angel, you're damn right." He grinned at the offering, leaning close to get his lips on the rim. Kyxs took a sip, giving an over exaggerated 'Ahhh' after.

He smiled, leaning back in his seat a bit, his hands giving Angel's waist and leg a bit of a squeeze. "Thanks, Angel. Best one yet, hands down. In no small part to you."

He took the drink from Angel's fluff, and the held it towards him, offering him a sip of it.

"To many more like it."

Angel

Angel lightly booped the rim of the glass to Kyxs's nose before helping himself to a little bit more than a sip. A lotta bit more. The whole thing. He seemed to think that was the intention, as he wiggled the empty glass with a dramatically disappointed look on his face.

" She's empty... " he sniffed with a wiggle of his hips, " Should we go fill 'er up? Get summa her alien friends ~ ? "

Kyxs

He blinked a bit when booped, and then smiled as he watched Angel drain it. Well, that was okay, there were plenty more where that came from.

"Y'know? I think we should. Just not too many, or Valera might get pissed. I remember them mentioning something about not getting _too_ wasted."

Even though he said that, his hand tightened on Angel's waist, and he leaned up as far as he could to kiss Angel's cheek.

"Alright, let's go, Angelcake."

Angel

_Angelcake._ The name fluttered in his ear on the dusty wings of another voice. Shielding his face with an arm as he turned, Angel flourished a leg over Kyxs's head and rose to his full stature.

" Easy way aroun' that : don't be a fuckin' LIGHTWEIGHT ! " he teased with a dramatic spread of his arms as he took a few steps to the stage to gather his coat. Mass of red and white bundled under his arm and glass in the air, he dragged a hand across Kyxs's shoulders and started for the door.

Kyxs

Kyxs noticed that turn, but didn't catch the expression. The alcohol already buzzing in his veins was distraction enough though, and his mind latched onto Angel's words instead.

"Oh, I've been practicing that skill for fifteen years. Let's do it, babe." He trotted after Angel, catching up with his long strides. Damn all these tall demons and their long legs, giving him a real work out with every stroll!

"Want me to carry the coat, Angel?" He asked, beaming up at him. That's what a gentleman did, right? Carry coats?

Angel

" ALL YOURS, TOOTS ~ " Without hesitation, Angel fluffed it out to its full trailing glory and draped it around Kyxs's shoulders. The second set of sleeves graced the ground and the train splayed more than his entire height behind him. _The picture of regality._

" Drag that bitch all aroun' the estate ~ " he sang with a fix of the collar, " It's all yours fa as long as ya wanna be feelin' like a million bucks ~ "

Kyxs

Well! He wasn't expecting it draped around him, but who was he to complain about a coat this nice. And....familiar....

He inspected it as he trotted, his snake tail coming out from underneath it.

"Hey, uh, Angel? Is this....Valentino's coat?" He let the sleeves flop around a bit, amused by how long they were.

Angel

" _Was,_ " he said with a shrug, " A little partin' gift fa the night. He ain't gettin' it back ~ "

Angel played coy, extending a hand to Kyxs so they could walk out together.

" Nothin' t' worry about. He ain't gonna miss it. "

Kyxs

Kyxs arched a brow, but didn't comment on that. Well! If it wasn't Valentino's _anymore_ then sure, he'd drag it all over the place. It was definitely comfy enough.

He waggled the sleeve until it slipped down enough to reveal his hand and he took Angel's. "I'm swimming in this thing so much I feel like a toddler," He said with a laugh.

Angel

" Better behave, then, 'case bad little boys get _spankin's ~_ " Angel teased with a swing of their joined hands before turning down the hall, " I'd hate fa ya lil' snakey tail - end t' take the fall fa ya bein' _naughty ~_ "

Kyxs

Kyxs laughed, smirking up at Angel. "Do they? Well, maybe I should be naughtier then?"

He winked a green eye at Angel, as his tail came out to give the spider a tongue flick.

Angel

A playful SNAP at the snake before an affectionate nuzzle. " Ya really wanna be beaten half t' double death on ya Death Day? A man afte' my dead, sadistic heart ~ " he teased with a laugh.

Kyxs

"Maybe, if it's you doing the beating." A snicker. "A little treat, just for me."

Angel

" Smart an' resourceful a ya, shackin' up a professional ~ "

Kyxs

He smirked and put the hand still covered in the sleeve up towards his chin. "I am pretty smart. But of course, my boyfriend would have to be equally as smart, to help me figure out that I liked these things." Kyxs winked at Angel.

Angel

Angel couldn't help laughing. That coat was RIDICULOUSLY huge, but he felt a smug sort of pride draping the spoils of his escape over Kyxs's shoulders. He OWED the split - second decision to the people in his life like him. _What it would mean in the long run was still up in the air._

" Tell 'im he ain't so smart fa thinkin' he stands a chance ~ " Angel joked with an arrogant grin, " That if he's REALLY that sma't, he should be watchin' his back an' lookin' both ways b'fore crossin' the street. 'Cause that's just good SENSE. "

Kyxs

Kyxs giggled as well, giddy and light. "Oh, yes, I will! I'll make sure he knows everything. I'll tell him--"

He's cut off as his hoof catches on the edge of the coat, and he's stumbling. Well, it was bound to happen, with how long the coat was, but Kyxs still scrambles to try and catch himself. He even tugs on Angel and his conjoined hands, trying to keep himself upright

Angel

Angel reflexively tightened his grip and rose his hand to keep Kyxs from hitting the floor. A split second of panic, but he was quickly laughing again and dropped to a knee to sweep the chimera into his arms.

" Damn babe, so fuckin' regal ya gotta be carried e'rywhere too, ah ~ ? " he chided playfully with a nuzzle into their mane before continuing down the hall, flutter of white and hearts barely gracing the floors.

Kyxs

His eyes were wide, but once he was in Angel's arms, a deep, rumbling purr started up.

"Oh yeah, absolutely. Gotta be carried by my Prince Charming." He laughed and set his head on Angel's shoulder. "I think we learned an important lesson today: My hooves plus a giant coat isn't a good mix. At least not when I'm walking and trying to keep up with those long legs of yours."