#that's the thing that's what the uproar is about man what's so hard to fucking understaaaaaaaaaand

[ishikawayukis]

people being deliberately obtuse when it comes to understanding why people are upset about this ysl blush shit is gonna drive me insane

[sgt-tombstone]

imagine task force 141 as a band. which instruments would everyone play?

I feel like a lot of people have thrown in their two cents on this so I won't have anything really groundbreaking to add, but I'll definitely add my thoughts!

Soap is the bass player and sometimes does backup vocals, but his main job is to get shirtless and rock out like it's nobody's business. He's the most animated on stage and loves the attention from the fans, especially when he gets a little (a lot) sexy with it. He's an attractive man and he knows it, and he's going to use it to his advantage.

Gaz is the lead singer. He's the heartthrob of the band, even though he refuses to believe it. He and Soap constantly bounce jokes and quips back and forth to each other between sets, and he loves engaging with the audience as much as he can. He used to love crowd surfing, too, but he got dropped one time and Price doesn't let him do it anymore.

Ghost is the drummer. He sits at the back of the stage, out of the spotlight, and keeps an eye on his team. He wears a skull mask and all black and the fans absolutely eat it up. There are a million and one theories about who he is, what his name is, what he looks like, etc, and the band refuses to confirm or deny any of them. No one has ever heard him say a word, but they know he can talk, because he occasionally pulls Soap or Gaz down to whisper something in their ear between songs. His wiki page is almost completely blank, and any fan theories that get submitted very quickly get taken down because Soap fact-checks the page religiously (which leads to fan uproar whenever someone adds a random fact that actually stays up, indicating that it's true).

Price is, of course, the band manager. He organizes everything; venues, contracts, tours, etc. He's fiercely protective of his boys and will absolutely go to bat for them over the smallest things. He's the type of manager who will add tiny details into their show contracts to make sure the venue staff actually read and pay attention to them (if there isn't a pack of Hobnobs for Ghost waiting for them backstage, they don't play the show, because it means that the venue didn't read their safety requests either). He has a bad habit of smoking cigars backstage, and he has just as many die hard fans as the main members of the band, despite never appearing on stage.

Laswell is their lawyer, and god help anyone who tries to fuck with them. She and Price work very closely to make sure that their boys are always protected, and she takes even less shit than Price does. She doesn't travel with them, and in fact isn't even based in the same country, but she's the only one Price trusts to get them out of any sticky legal situations, which she does flawlessly and without fail. Whenever they go on tour, they make sure to plan a stop in the city where she lives and they always dedicate the show to her.

[artificialandroid]

Alright! So! I'm a fucking idiot A few days ago @r0m4ndotexe mentioned piercing headcanons for the NuCani boys and I meant to do something with it after the anxiety of posting and tagging died down only to promptly forget about it. Sooo!! Please indulge me as I rant for a moment and commemorate yet another "rare" post to these morons.

Eiden: Of course he had his ears pierced, nothing super complex or overly interesting but just the incredibly basic lobe studs as a fun starting point. Do not let him fool you!! The lip ring he wears is a fake! He will try to convince you otherwise! He is lying!! Yakumo: Obviously the easiest answer is to simply mention his gemstone and honestly I'm going to stick with it. Look at this poor boy and tell me he wouldn't be absolutely terrified of needles. He does like to add little decorations to his gemstone though!

Edmond: Absolutely not! He's thought about them of course and he's let his eyes wander more than once to Olivine's gemstone but he also has more than enough restraint. It'd be too impractical for a knight to be worrying about getting it caught anywhere, not to mention the maintenance. He's too busy and too worried about other things, but it's not like he hasn't thought about it.

Olivine: Olivine Olivine Olivine by sweet summer boy, of course, he has piercings! Nipples, lobes, helix, I'm again going to count his gemstone as one just for shits and giggles. However! This is where things get funny~ He does in fact have the piercing he mentions in one of his homescreen dialogues~ Originally he wasn't going to! A man of the cloth can't be allowing himself to be too indulgent after all, but then of course Eiden comes around. If you're going to name a piercing "Jacob's ladder" then it must be alright to some degree~?

Quincy: Too troublesome, because of course they are. The upkeep, the healing time, and the risk of getting it caught in a tree branch is just not worth it. Eiden has begged this man many times to get something, purely for his own enjoyment but the farthest he's managed to get is clipping a few of his fake rings to Quincy's ears while he's asleep and simply enjoying the view until he notices, or cares.

Kuya: Kuya Kuya Kuya, this man, this bastard of a man. Absolutely zero interest in the concept at first, I mean, what's all this uproar about sticking holes and metal in your body? For fun?? Humans are weird. Up until the point where he overhears Eiden's many attempts at begging Quincy to get his tongue pierced, it'd just look so good on him! Kuya isn't going to speak his agreement, but he will have a little surprise for the younger master the next time he's in an important meeting~

Garu/Karu: No, mostly for their own safety. Garu is interested though! The little shiny decorations that nearly everyone seems to have look like so much fun! But Karu is so against it that it's hard for Garu to hear his own thoughts. Why should they mark themselves like these lowly humans!? That and I'm again a firm believer that Karu is also afraid of needles but refuses to admit it.

Blade: Honestly I had a bit of trouble with this boy, at least in terms of trying to add some kind of reality to how it would work for him. Personally, I think he'd be incredibly interested, Darling looks so cute with his piercings and he loves loves loves when he shows them off! But I also think that it just wouldn't be that easy to actually pierce an E-droid's skin, that doesn't leave out fun little stickers though!

Dante: Number one on my goddamn bastard list, yes even in front of Kuya! Give me an SSR you bastard!!! Still love him though and what would make him even better!? Give This Man Traditional Middle Eastern Piercings!!! Give him that nose ring with the chain! The ears! The belly button! Bangle This Man!!! Please.

Rei: Now I'm again going to cheat here, Rei looks fucking identical to one of my own OCs so I am making the decree that they have the same piercings as well. Lobe, industrial, two helixes and of course the tongue. Easy, simple, 1000% self-indulgent, let's move on shall we~?

The familiars: Honestly the two familiars were the easiest for this (besides Olivine) so I may or may not be splitting this up a bit~

Little Aster: I don't care that it's probably impractical but this little guy has his wings pierced, not the actual membrane itself but simply cute little rings and chains around the forearm. Aster: Another easy and simple but he definitely has his lobes done and probably all around his helix as well. Scarlet Finesse: Now this! This is a masterpiece! Every piercing he has in his basic form with snake bites to cap it off~ I'm also a firm believer that much like Yakumo, Aster has a forked tongue. It's not as pronounced as Yakumo's is but Aster does have both sides of his tongue done.

Little Morvay: Best boy, baby boy, cute boy, so cute I'm going to strangle him I swear to god. I don't think he has any piercings in this form and originally had the idea of at least giving him little rings to put over his little horns but I'm going to scrap that idea. Morvay: Baby, baby, baby, baby, who going to match with my other baby and have his nipples pierced as well as simple little lobes and that helix. After all, what incubus wouldn't have his nipples pierced??? Mauve Mayhem: Everything, god damn everything, he's the other half of the reason why Olivine has so many and no I don't have favourites. Nipples, bellybutton, Jacob's ladder, industrial, helix, lobes, snake bites and his tongue. But~ Just like Aster and Yakumo, he has a differently shaped tongue, although unlike them, it's tapered. He has three studs down the middle~! There! Done~! I did it~!! And if you've made it this far, thank you for reading my mad ramblings! Hopefully, it's all coherent enough! Good luck with those pulls~!!!

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Gotham Recap - Gotham vs Condor, The return of Falcone, and much more

Hello and Welcome to Gotham Reports newest column; Gotham Recap. In this series we are taking a look at the daily developments of Gotham City, that which aren’t enough to fill an article and that which have their own articles along the way.

Tonight we’ll be taking a look at our top stories as well as some hot up-and-comings to keep an eye on.

To start off with, let’s take a look at a major conflict between Golden Condor ( @the-goldencondor ) and Netizens across America.

Golden Condor (see related articles) is a C-tier vigilante in Gotham City known, prior to this incident, mostly for being incredibly rude and very mysterious, as well as having a rather murky past with our one and only Cowled Crusader; Batman (see related articles).

While troll pages (see related articles) aren’t uncommon and rude washed up celebrities (see related articles) are a dime-a-dozen nowadays, the thing that makes Golden Condor stand out is his willingness to threaten, intimidate, and maim anything that he does not consider to be worth his time.

His page regularly consists of responses to asks, these responses consisting of him insulting, belittling, and generally aggravating the person who asked. When not sticking his nose up at his supporters, his activities involve threatening and maiming reporters (see related posts), and thirst posting about the Big Bat himself (see related posts).

This is where the drama comes in, as approximately seven hours ago he responded to an ask on Batman, where the anonymous requester asked what his thoughts on the Dark Knight were. To this he responded as follows -

“..He’s fine. I wish he shared my views on things, and stop hanging out with that damn “Man of Steel”.

A good fuck, though.”

This, while not being the most child-friendly response, does not warrant a negative response. It was only when a young girl, Lian Todd-Harper ( @lian-todd-harper ), replied with asking what Mr. Condor meant by the post that this story started developing. Mr. Condor responded first with saying

“It means I want to—“

Cutting himself off before he could finish. Ms. Todd-Harper prompted him to follow his thought, to which he responded by asking if the girls parents had spoken to her yet about ‘the birds and the bees’, a famous euphemism for intercourse and sex-ed.

Before continuing, we would like to point out Ms. Todd-Harpers age; she is six. Not even in 2nd grade, this is not a question or a topic we deem appropriate for someone so young, especially if it is being brought up by masked strangers.

It was only then that the post began to be noticed, with well known hero-variant of Spider-Man ( @totally-not-peter-parker ) (see related articles), responding by counselling Mr. Condor to speak no more on the subject, advice that was promptly ignored as the reject Vigilante proceeded to begin his explanation of the ‘birds and the bees’ and he calls it to the child.

The post went viral, causing uproar among the family and friends of Lian but also the general populace of Gotham City, with Mr. Condor coming under fire for what we are dubbing ‘misconduct and harassment’. This had led to a torrent of criticism, accusations, and death threats against Mr. Condor (see related posts).

He has responded to each in his regular fashion, brazenly and unapologetic, rude if we may be so bold, though this reporter finds it hard ti muster any sympathy for the man as he was warned multiple times of the consequences for such an action.

As far as we are aware, the criticism has not let up and there appears to be many campaigns and bounties for his head.

In other News, resident mob boss Carmine ‘The Roman’ Falcone (see related articles) has been spotted frequenting a deli on the outskirts of crime alley.

This comes after Mr. Falcones 3-year radio silence both in the criminal world and the world of politics (see related articles), but with new blood overtaking him in both settings he may have returned to attempt to resolidify his standing in the underworld as his career in politics, though not uneventful, is lacklustre at best.

Nevertheless this journalist recommends investing in face shields and covering any accessible skin while in his part of the city.

Finally, a new cryptid (see related articles) has popped up in Gotham City. The journal has received multiple reports of citizens seeing a large, translucent, silver figure hovering around construction sites and murder scenes.

Those who have spoken to it claim it is searching for a child, feasts only on iron and salt (a concerning pairing given the recent outbreak of Vampirism within Gotham), and speaks of a host of mysterious characters. It has also been heard speaking of ‘sparing’ some citizens from the ‘wrath of the child’.

Though we do not know the origin of this cryptid or what it could mean by its ominous warnings, we advise all civilians to avoid provoking it and to refrain from carrying any metal or salt on their person.

Let us know your thoughts on the topic (here)

Gotham Reports is certified in fair, unbiased, and reliable reporting.

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The Killing Vote - all these excellent dramas are killing my free time

Full disclosure - I rarely like police/killer/etc dramas (or narratives in any medium) and only checked out The Killing Vote because of my utterly irrational and unhinged thing for Park Hae Jin. We are all anonymous here so I can admit that when he first showed up on the screen I literally exclaimed "oh, fuck me!" in Pavlovian delight. The man just does it for me, OK?

(That's not his first moment but I like this cap.)

However, to my pleasant surprise, as I expected to be forwarding for a few glimpses of PHJ, I really really REALLY like the dark and unhinged the first episode.

The set-up is fairly simple, a little like Devil Judge Only Not Legal. Basically some mysterious dude sends "questions" to all citizens of Korea to vote on whether some criminal who escaped sufficient punishment should die or not; if majority votes yes, he kills them. The government is in uproar and forms a team to track the man down. Park Hae Jin's character is the leader of the team (about him more later.)

OK, why do I love it? It's a very dark show - I don't mean just visually (so many scenes take place at night) but narratively - the place is portrayed as a cesspit of humanity and nothing is clear cut. In fact, the drama very interestingly (it remains to be determined if they will develop it properly) posits of how much everyone is on continuum of vigilantism and what is acceptable. For example, our protagonist, the cop played by PHJ is, while clearly not a murderer, is hella unhinged.

He himself is a vigilante with a badge, which can be a very dangerous thing (we don't know why he is so relentlessly driven but if I were a betting person, I'd bet that scene in the prologue, where he had to arrest a man who killed his daughter's killer because said killer walked is one of his goads.)

Honestly, one of the big draws to me is just how utterly unhinged he is. He really has no stops. Look at him with the human trafficker:

And then he makes sure the camera won't catch it and bangs his own head on the table a few times as hard as he can until it bleeds. !!!!!!!

He has no stops and you begin to wonder if it's really a difference merely in degree of extreme between him and the killer he is supposed to catch. You can tell a large part of him sympathizes.

The matter of fact his assistant says as he's bandaging up PHJ's face after that little stunt says volumes.

One of the reasons I love PHJ is his unnerving intense vibe on screen - he can play someone where you don't know if they will be loving or they are secretly a serial killer, and do so incredibly convincingly. (The first drama I've seen him in was East of Eden, a sprawling epic of nurture versus nature, where he was the swapped at birth bio son of a noble worker brought up by evil businessman and he was magnetic and repulsive all at once - his "father" was so unhappy about him having genuine feeling for the girl he was obsessed with since childhood, he paid someone to drug and force him into sex and later sonny turned around and raped the girl he was obsessed with since childhood because monsters and abuse beget monsters and abuse. Childhood friends to rapist and victim is quite an arc. The drama tried to later redeem him with mixed success - it was a vvvvvv long drama - whether it worked out is something up to each viewer to decide - I - am biased by his hotness in the safe confines of fiction - but he was a truly fascinating character to watch.) The whole episode he is so on edge; you can see it burn in him when he has to protect the scumbag who got early release despite being a rapist, abuser etc etc and a part of him definitely sympathizes with the killer who eventually does the man in. His no holds barred character appears to be why despite his insane success rate he's not promoted and disliked by higher ups. He and cyber whistleblower cop girl both appear to be not good at fitting in.

This is not a drama that is likely to have any romance (alas) but I actually do like the vibe between them - they are very very different but both pretty damn unhinged.

PS This bit from East of Eden is basically what crack is like:

Here is Park Hae Jin ripping open his shirt so as to make it easier for Han Ji Hye to stab him. Ahahahaha god I miss old kdramas and their insanity.

[wonderpommey]

Dude, I was gutted by the scripts when they came out, but now?

It would have been fun (and by fun I mean Jesse's tragic definition of fun) to see Roman and Tabitha try and fail to have normal patriarchal sex, Roman supposedly being on a high for managing it and instead of pursuing the possibility of a fully acceptable daddy-approved relationship, immediately running to Gerri to tell her that he was a real man now who could put it in and he didn't need to be banished to the bathroom anymore - if she even cares. efff-why-ai, looking at her "standing to attention, ready to go at it hard". The 2 levels of that scene were brilliant actually. And absolutely losing his mind when she doesn't respect his "potency", doesn't respect him on top. Doesn't actually believe he can do it the way his dad used to.

His dad didn't do all this out of emotion, he did it out of cold business calculations (apart from maybe possibly the last thing he did. getting Roman to kill the woman he loved- Roman knows that it's in his rehearsed speech in episode 9). Of course for Roman, PIV Logan fucking is hurting, destroying, taking women's agency away and he can't do that without hurting himself deeply. And of course he only manages the middle bit/the firing. No successful foreplay/completion anywhere. Even less pleasure in doing things because "maybe dad knew". What tragic phrasing. The inference being that Roman doesn't know. That he always gets it wrong, he has the wrong instincts, the wrong feelings, the wrong desires and even when he tries to be dad's guy at great cost to himself, it's not working.

There was also a strong connection between Living +, the perfect AC homes of fake life while the world burns and Roman entering his own Living+ facility of nightmarish daddy-approved normo life, having fake Logan whisper in his ear all day what his superego is shouting at him at this point that "he always gets it wrong". The normal outside vs an internal life in uproar and turmoil, heading towards destruction.

And 12 hours later, acting as if the Tabitha interlude never even happened, starting to stalk Gerri and Martyn, and does Martyn shower at the gym? and has anyone seen him naked? and how big is this fucking guy? Desperately trying to tell Gerri he'll go back to jerking off in cupboards, go back to his "hang-ups and act-outs", if that's what she wants. The double entendre of "she could've gotten him there" taking on an even more obvious dimension. Roman visibly dying inside when Gerri leaves and he tries to hurt Connor, who has the sense to listen to his woman, screaming at himself really that "nothing's gonna happen", and going on to shatter democracy because "nothing ever happens" and he never gets the steak that he wants. And Gerri offering him a "funeral freebie", but Roman not being to handle the fear and the lust. Needing to be punished for having all those emotions in the first place but also for not respecting those emotions, destroying his relationship with the love of his life, "the one person who was maybe closer to him than Logan was".

The way Logan was so deep inside his psyche this season, but Roman was absolutely bursting in there.

Thinking Logan wanted him to be able to put it in normo style, but Roman only caring about Gerri knowing that,

Thinking Logan wanted him to make hardball deals/fire people but Roman only doing those things out of pure anger, pain, ego.

Thinking that showing your emotions/scars to the people you love is a weakness when the only times Gerri aches for him are the times she sees him crumble "You're not your dad" and that's why she had chosen him.

Being made unable to accept the touch of love, the held out hand of wokeness - even though he'd die for those things to be real. The idea these things were real and obtainable and he fucked it - how unbearable as a concept

I'm left puzzled as to why they thought Ken or Shiv's stories were more compelling/important. I get they were the most realistic. Roman's was dramatised a lot, his dad telling him "be this", ordering Gerri's killing, the voicemail seconds before his death. But it makes it the most dramatic/tragic imo... And yes all these things were visible as things were but they could've made them even more so.

[bratgoatswiss]

Apologies for length, have to save the cut for spoilers.

I FINISHED VEILGUARD!

I have. So many thoughts and emotions about it and I'm still processing but I just wanted to counter some of the vitriol I'm seeing from people who are doing the Fandom thing with what I hope are reasonable, normal thoughts. Ha. Haha. Anyway. Mostly spoiler free but there's one small thing and one BIG thing that is that I'll put under the read more.

There was a lot to like about this game. The combat was fun and I think upon a 2nd playthrough it'll be even better. Some of it could get repetitive but its not a big gripe.

The characters were very endearing and felt well fleshed out as people and I enjoyed spending time with them. Most of the side quests were related to your companions in some way and I thought that was clever. Some were more interesting than others.

The writing has been contentious and I can see why. It can get cheesy and predictable in places, but overall I thought it was very similar to DA2. I enjoyed it and thought it reflected some realistic responses to what was happening around you. If you're here for gritty edgelord shit 24/7 go play Dark Souls you weirdo.

I can only speak for the Lucanis romance cause I love an angsty man, but it was perhaps, underpadded. It was slow and sweet and I did like it very much but I could have used some...more you know? I didn't even get to see my own tits and that's tragic.

Solas. I did not romance the egg in DAI. I do not like the egg. I liked how I got to handle the egg. So much. I've seen the Lavellan romance scenes and if there's any uproar from the Sollavellans (one l or 2?) it's because they didn't let you see the 2 of them fuck nasty in high definition for an hour. It's Rooks story now. You're fine. Go write fanfiction.

The lore. Hoo boy. Honestly they really did put everything in a blender and fished out what they liked. Everything is made up and the points don't matter. I don't LOVE that they retconned so much of what was in Origins. Zevran and the Crows especially seems really odd. I THINK the idea is that it's been like 20-30ish years since all that and stuff has changed or information was wrong or inaccurate or whatever? But that seems lazy. I wish they'd addressed it more with SOMETHING. But also there's 3 games worth of lore, not to mention comics and novels and like. I get it. But consistency guys. Add more codex entries or something. This is my biggest gripe. It did not impact my enjoyment too much. I loved what was added.

Spoilers below

That ending was so ABRUPT?! At least with DAI you got a ending party and final scene with your LI but here you get some end cards and voice over? I would have accepted that if we were getting DLC but this?? This is insane! Bioware I am begging on my knees to give us at least a "well we did it!" scene. The ending was epic but the ENDING was a disappointment.

Now. The suicide mission. I spent [redacted] number of hours investing blood, sweat, and tears of friendship into these 7 assholes and there is NO way to save 1 of them?? And you have to choose between Harding and Davrin??? Just those 2?? There should be a way to save them! Don't give me the no matter what crap! I don't want CONSEQUENCES I want FRIENDSHIP. If you could do it in ME2 you should be able to do it here. Also. Can we not have it be 50/50 heroic sacrifice with a black man? Like. I know you can technically choose but like why make it an option. It just feels weird.

So yeah. Initial thoughts and feelings. Overall good with some stuff I really disliked. I will be normal about this eventually.

I'll probably regret sending this out into the world when the sollavellens find me. Oh well.

[justsomekpopstuff]

ateez as a hockey team - part 3

A/N: When I say that hockey!ateez has been living in my head rent free for ages, I mean it. If you also enjoy hockey, or want to learn more, feel free to reach out!

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part 1 | part 2 | part 4

their team colors are red and black based on nothing but vibes

their team mascot can only be described as some sort of cowboy/pirate rapscallion type that matches their chaotic anarchist vibe

one game, both starting goaltender!Mingi and backup goaltender!Yeosang were taken out, meaning the team needed an emergency backup goaltender, or EBUG for short

No one on the team knew of anyone outside who they could call in to fill in their goaltender position, and the refs were about to make them forfeit the game. That's when they had the brilliant idea to take forward!Jongho, slap some goaltending gear on him, and put him in net because, by their definition "he's good at everything so he'll be fine". They ended up winning that game.

their first season as a whole team, at their very first practice, the whole team collectively decided that they needed to do some "bonding activities"

That "bonding activity" ended up being a Goaltender Joust. Starting goaltender!Mingi and backup goaltender!Yeosang got dressed in full gear, and were set to carry teammates on their backs and charge at each other like an actual joust, with hockey sticks as the lances. The first two to participate, based on size alone, were forward!Hongjoong, the captain, and forward!Wooyoung. How no one broke anything besides hockey sticks that day is a miracle that their managers cannot explain.

Despite being the backup, backup goaltender!Yeosang is the first goaltender on the team and in their league to score a goaltender goal

Goalie goals are incredibly rare, so when it happened the entire arena was in an uproar. Yeosang didn't even realize he had scored until the entire team barreled down on him and pretty much tackled him to the ice with joy. He swears to this day that he just meant to get the puck to the other side of the ice.

best tape job: forward!Seonghwa, who tapes with absolute precision and perfection before every single game

worst tape job: forward!Wooyoung, who tapes like a nightmare but he says it gets the job done

forward!Hongjoong got into his first official fight a few seasons in after a player from the other team started to get a little to violent with his younger teammates for his liking

He ended up winning the fight, but didn't expect what came next. The fight ended up going viral online because the player that Hongjoong had fought was quite a bit larger than him. It didn't help that someone made an edit of Hongjoong looming over this player during the fight with the "Troubled Birds" meme text that says "I'm three ounces of whoop-ass" over it. The team printed the meme photos out and got it framed in the locker room, and they always take one on the road. Defenseman!Yunho swears its for "good luck" and not because it makes him die laughing ever time he sees it.

when the three stars of the game are announced at home games, the players will throw one of three things into the stands - rabbit plushies, cowboy/pirate plushies, or foam swords (all are fan favorites)

defenseman!Yunho can no longer be mic'd up during games for behind-the-scenes content because the first and only time he did it, he was so loud he broke the microphone

forward!Jongho is known throughout the league as Hockey One-Punch Man

Everyone on the team already knew that Jongho was secretly freakishly strong, but the rest of the league had to learn the hard way. A player from the other team decided to "snow" backup goaltender!Yeosang and get up in his face, poking Yeosang with his stick rather aggressively. Jongho, in his fresh-faced rookie season glory, said "absolutely the fuck NOT" and skated over there to try and get the player to stop. The player then tried to tease and pick on Jongho instead like “oh you think you’re so scary”. That's when Jongho dropped the gloves just one-punched him and knocked the other player out cold. No one fucks with Jongho again, especially when they realized that he was punching with his RIGHT hand, and Jongho is LEFT handed.

The team is banned from doing many things on the road, including roughhousing in the hotel rooms, courtesy of defenseman!San and forward!Wooyoung

The particular ban around roughhousing was implemented very quickly into their second season while they were on the road, when everyone quickly realized that these two in particular were chaos incarnate when rooming together. It was late at night when the whole team's floor woke up to a very loud yelp of pain. Come to find out that the two of them were roughhousing, and San, completely on accident, broke Wooyoung's wrist. They were never allowed to room together again, and now forward!Seonghwa is in charge of bed-checks.

[hookedsworks]

Edge(ING) Fitness - Chapter XXIII

III's POV. The rugby game

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Rugby is so fucking cool. III was watching Ivy's every move. Ives was shouting, sprinting, catching, running and tackling, and all of it looked effortless and light. He'd never been so glad to have been quasi abducted and taken somewhere he'd never have known to go on his own. They did…something. And they all went into an uproar, cheering and tackling each other. A cheer left III as well, though he wasn't even sure what it was for. Ivy seemed to have heard it, because he looked over in III's direction and grinned. He did the thing that guys do on the TV all the time, pointing at III before diving back into the game. A stupid grin remained on III's face. 

The sun was going down, and the game seemed to be almost over, but III couldn't be sure. A man with a young kid had packed their chairs and walked away a minute or two prior, so III thought that meant the game might have been over soon. III was starting to wish he had more than his little rain coat. He shivered. Ivy's shout rang down the field again, this time calling for III. 

“Mustache!!” He was jogging toward III and III had to fight to keep his jaw from hitting the ground. He was covered in sweat, blondy brown hair plastered to his forehead and spattered with mud. A mud stain also splattered artfully up his thigh, where his shorts were bunched up tightly. Those thighs were flexing hard as he ran, and he was grinning. III didn't feel the chill looking at that grin. It was devilish, charged with adrenaline and almost a little naughty. “Hey, babe, I can see you shivering from across the field,” he rearranged the bags, shuffled and ended up bent at the waist in front of III. That ass. His leg muscles were completely pumped up, his ass was a genuinely perfect peach and III could not look away. Ivy turned and then III couldn't see anything. Something was covering his entire face. He grabbed it and pulled it away. A sweatshirt. Ivy's sweatshirt. III looked back up at Ivy. 

“Thanks, peaches,” III slid right into the sweatshirt and immediately felt better. It smelled like laundry, which smelled like home, and III inhaled deeply. Ivy was watching him. 

“Is that better, babe?” III nodded. 

“I didn't realize it was obvious I was cold,” 

“Well, we're almost done. I'll warm you up soon,” Ivy winked and jogged back into the game. III was more than happy to snuggle into Ivy's sweatshirt and watch the man get dirty and sweaty and…III pulled the sweatshirt down over his crotch. He had to do something about this mind shattering desire he had for the guy on the field. He's just strong and so competent and watching him do something he so clearly loves was turning III on to the nth degree. 

Ivy's team scored as the timer went off. III had moved off the bleachers and was standing near them. Those bleachers were terrible for his posture. Once again, they all gathered around one another and were screaming and cheering and Ivy's face surfaced from the crowd for a moment, joy written across it in a way that made III's own mouth stretch back out into a grin. Ivy was sprinting toward him again, cheering and shouting. He barreled into III and grabbed III before III could even brace for impact. Ivy had him, and he fucking dipped III like a bride. His eyes were lit up, he smelled like sweat and metal, and then Ivy's lips were smashed against III so aggressively it was almost uncomfortable. III unraveled into the kiss completely, melting in Ivy's strong, sweaty hold. Ivy's hand spread out along III's back, stabilizing him as his head spun. All of the blood in his body rushed south, so fast he didn't think he could see if his eyes were open. Ivy pulled back, holding III, and was bright pink. He was breathing as hard as he had been during the game. 

“If I give you my keys, will you go start the Jeep and wait for me?” He was talking practically right into III's mouth, and III wanted to swallow his every word. 

“Only if you don't make me wait til we get to one of our houses,” III winked. Ivy stood him upright and then vanished, back near his bag. A bright flash of metal came flying at him and III barely moved in time to catch the keys. 

“I promise you won't have to wait long, babe,” the words dripped warm desire down III's throat and he nearly tripped over himself running back to Ivy's car.

[sunriseverse]

So this is more a plotbunny than an AU but: a significant Zhang artefact was stolen and wound up in the British Museum. The gang needs to get it back.

oh fixa i LOVE this idea it's going to be so hard to fit this into only five bullet points. hope you enjoy!

let's say it's set right after sha hai, in terms of time period—xiaoge is back, memories and all, whole and hale, etc etc. sanshu was, on top of being a graverobber, also a regular thief, and wu xie followed in his footsteps. so, of course, when the british museum unveils a new exhibit about the religious traditions of northern china in the late qing period, and the cover page for this news is a fucking zhang bell, the iron triangle can't just stand aside! who knows what'll happen if someone pokes at it!

unfortunately the british museum's patriation efforts are. well. i think we all know. anyway, clearly there's nothing to do but steal it back! and, what do you know, there's a gala being held at the museum coming up, and the wu family does have a lot of international connections..........(i don't know if the bm does galas. if they don't just take this as artistic liberty.)

this is basically just an ocean's eight dmbj au. sorry. that's the only heist film i'm actually familiar with. anyway, they gather The Team: by which i mean, xiao hua, hei xiazi, and huo xiuxiu. by order, we have: wu xie, the mastermind, xiaoge, the acrobat/actual man on the ground, pangzi, the outfitter/resources guy, xiao hua, the hacker, hei xiazi, the smooth talker/negotiations for when things go awry, and huo xiuxiu, logistics and organisation. they're going to get that damn bell back, if they have to burn the museum down to do it.

cue: outfit montages. everyone's dressed their best. they don't just blend in with the rich and famous, they sell it. there may or may not be a dance involved. pangzi and wu xie may or may not keep switching the roles for who leads on each other. (xiaoge would be there, but this man does NOT thrive in loud, crowded environments. he's sneaking into the back rooms where the artefacts are being held while hei xiazi distracts the guards and xiao hua runs tech interference and xiuxiu watches them all like hawks to make sure everything goes to plan.)

andddddddd they pull it off. of course they pull it off. no one even knows what happened—the pros of chinese artefacts is they've been reproduced so many times over the course of history; it's not that hard to swap the genuine items for fakes. the museum, of course, is in an uproar as soon as they find out, but what can they do? and the chinese government basically goes lol. lmao, even. your problem not ours. and an ocean away, the foremost six chinese graverobbers sit around a plastic table on rickety chairs in a tiny hamlet and toast to a job well done.

[hecatemoon87]

Minor DNI.

Chapter 8

Johnny and the gang rode up to their rival's bar close to nine thirty p.m. The bar was located about four miles northeast of their own hang out.

What triggered the visit was that one of their own members had been beaten up pretty badly by a group of the Vipers. And Johnny had had enough.

As Johnny's gang got off their bikes, a handful of Vipers filed out of the bar and stood waiting. One of them was Malone, the leader.

"How's it goin', Johnny?" Malone said with a sneer.

"Well, I don't know Malone, that depends on how this night ends," Johnny said, casually walking up to him.

"I ain't no fortuneteller, but, uh, I think it ends with you running back home with your tail between your legs," Malone said, unmoving as Johnny met him face to face.

Johnny laughed mirthlessly. God he wanted to strangle Malone, watch that fucker's face turn red, his eyes bulge and fight for air.

"I just don't see that happening unless you apologize for fucking up my warehouse and beating up one of my guys," Johnny said, his body tense and ready for a fight.

"Nah, you see, I ain't gonna do that. And you ain't gonna do shit about it either," Malone said bringing up a hand and poking Johnny in the chest.

Johnny almost decked Malone, but there was something in his opponent's eye that made him pause. "Oh yeah? And tell me why I just don't beat you down and burn your bike?" Johnny challenged.

Malone chuckled with sense of knowing. "You got that pretty little Italian slut on your arm now don't ya? Wouldn't want her to get hurt again."

Johnny froze, a sensation of dread crept down his spine. "What do you mean 'again'?"

"Oh, nothing. Only that she wouldn't put out for one of my crew. Real prude if you ask me. He rough her up enough to tell her what's what," Malone said grinning.

Johnny's heart rate accelerated, every muscle in his body was so tense it felt like he was spring loaded. He moved closer to Malone, staring him hard in the eyes. "You touch her, you die. And the fucker that did it, he's already dead."

Malone shrugged his shoulders. "Funny thing is, I forgot his name. And if that slut tells you it, she's the one who is dead, John. You wanna risk that?"

Johnny clenched his jaw. He was holding back with every ounce of will power he could summon. "This isn't over, Malone," he finally said, turning around and walking back to his bike.

"Look at that Vipers, a Vandal being a coward over some pussy!" Malone shouted, causing an uproar of laughter from the Viper gang. Benny came up beside Johnny and said, "Forget it, man, they ain't worth it."

Johnny settled back on his bike and look Benny dead in the eyes. "Nah, I'm not gonna forget this. You find the name of the prick that hurt Amelia. That's all that I want right now. I'll deal with Malone in my own way."

With that, Johnny revved his bike, telling the other Vandals it was time to go.

[kuwdora]

for the ao3 wrapped writers ask game: 17 and/or 29 pretty please!

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

Mmmm, this year?? Vilgefortz. I had a very Specific Itch to scratch and golly, I sure did indulge myself—and @reinvent-and-believe and @sidprescot too, mwahahaha. The TWN Thanedd episode came and went with Vilgefortz. His scenes with Geralt worked me into a froth because I absolutely needed more because how much I loved their book scenes. And honestly it’s not right how truncated Vilgefortz' dialogue is in the show. And thus my brain overheated and Ouroboros happened. It really was that saying—write for that group of like 3 or 5 people who are gonna lose their minds. And they did. I think @littlestsnicket's brain melted and I'm not sure @sidprescot will be the same lol. It was great. I winked so hard at my readers that my eye fell out and @reinvent-and-believe picked up my eye, cleaned it off and handed it back to me and @sidprescot is just foaming at the mouth and brain the whole fucking time (ilu all). I also managed to post more about writing/drafting this fic than anything else I’ve written in the last few years, lol god. I have 15 million witcher thoughts at any given time (mostly about yennefer and yennskier and geraskier) but this is what i manage to post the most about, sdflakjsdf. I love Witcher canon blending and riffing on themes, okay. My blending is not to everyone's tastes, but yeaaahhh I had quite the time writing Vilgefortz this year. All the Continental art history was so much fun to weave throughout the story.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Here’s my favorite passage from chapter 1 of Ouroboros, it’s about 900 words. I loved starting the fic off with the TWN characterizations and then running with it back to some book vibes and all my feelings about all the canons and aaaand and…lots of things. Love this whole passage. Indulgent.

“Doesn’t appear to be much glory in this gallery,” Geralt said, gesturing at the vertical diptych he was studying.

Vilgefortz nodded and strode closer to point out the relevant details. There was a curious furrow to Geralt’s brow that made Vilgefortz more confident in encouraging Geralt to voice his thoughts.

“This one is called Ships in a Desert and it’s a very controversial piece with multiple meanings. Each canvas represents a different interpretation of First Landing and encourages the viewer to engage with different possibilities. This bottom artwork is clearly not historically accurate because as you can see the ship and its wreckage is strewn across a desert landscape rather than the coast of Redania. The artist Yona Skanfall also intended this scene to subvert Ithlinne’s Prophecy.

“You can see in the foreground a future where the Continent’s water has dried up and its inhabitants are boiling their own skin as a direct result of humanity wielding Chaos. People did not take kindly to this kind of heresy against the prevailing narrative about the White Frost. But there were those who were ardent defenders of this piece because it held true to the original prophecy’s themes of a calamitous end by humanity’s hubris. But Aen Ithlinnespeath was a sacred elven prophecy and any minute deviations from the story caused an uproar. Yona certainly made no friends by implying the Hen Ichaer died before they could save the world—note the desiccated seed pod in this dune. If this scene alone had not gotten Yona banned from two kingdoms for smearing elven canon and laying waste to the kings of her day—see the scattered crowns in the sand here and here—her choice to depict Jan Bekker as a woman gave others all the more reason to ostracize her.”

“Why were people offended by Jan Bekker as a woman?” Geralt asked.

“Why indeed? Vanity. Sexism. Most primary sources and historical records suggested that Jan Bekker was actually quite a hideous man. In the early days of the Brotherhood mages had not yet mastered the art of cosmetic transformation. Many saw their ugliness as intrinsic to their character, especially those first survivors who bore the scars of scurvy from their journey. To remove that element and depict Jana Bekker as a buxom heroine was antithetical to their view of history.”

“You’re telling me mages are superficial in more ways than one? Color me surprised.”

Vilgefortz laughed and found himself warming even more to the witcher. He bit the inside of his lip and stepped closer, brushing against Geralt’s elbow.

“There have been other interpretations of Jana over the years. I myself have collected several woodcuts of her and Nina Fioravanti in mid-coitus from a series called Ars Orgasmica. I could show them to you, if you’d like.”

Geralt didn’t verbalize a witty retort, though Vilgefortz could sense the words propositions and pornography floating on the surface of his mind. Geralt turned his attention on the other painting from Ships in a Desert. He gestured. “Tell me about this one.”

Vilgefortz tore his gaze away from Geralt, carefully gathering his words. “This painting depicts a slightly different interpretation of her original interpretation. The wreckage of First Landing is in the foreground and the bodies of the ship's crew are barely visible in the sand. The emphasis here is on the future that was lost. Notice the verdant hills in the background, never to be discovered by the first mages. Perhaps if there was a lighthouse in this desert sea, these two ships would not have crashed and fallen to the dunes and become lost to memory. Perhaps they could have met, shared resources, and survived in spite of the hardship. They could have thrived and built a new world together.”

“The hills are better off without the mages,” Geralt murmured.

Vilgefortz turned back to Geralt and nodded solemnly. “A solid interpretation. The commonality amongst these pieces is suffering. Yona depicted it well.”

“Your lot is notorious for causing suffering.”

“Truer words have never been spoken.”

“Truth is something this ball is in short supply of.”

“Tonight there’s so much more on offer,” Vilgefortz said.

“If I wanted to have my fill of lies and subterfuge, I would have stayed downstairs eating from the bottomless pit of illusory caviar.”

Every one of Geralt’s conversational parries aroused more desire in Vilgefortz’s chest. He’d hoped to keep the witcher’s attention for more serious matters tonight, but the wry humor was an unexpected delight. Enticing and novel in a way that Vilgefortz had known others had been charmed by, but never believed he would also find so alluring. He wanted more of Geralt.

“I agree. Stay with me. At my table we would feast upon spiced boar and toast to our communion. No illusions, only the boundless companionship of two men appreciating art and history together.”

A grimace passed across Geralt’s features, like Vilgefortz’s words were little more than indigestion. The firelight from the braziers cast a warm glow upon Geralt’s face, and there Vilgefortz saw a world beyond the staid neutrality that Geralt wore like a tattered cape. A place where two outcasts would be respected and admired. A time where Vilgefortz could lose himself beneath the witcher’s broad hands and taste Geralt’s scars for the first time.

“If you’ll excuse me, I need to go take a shit. Must be the caviar.”

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ask game - ao3 wrapped

[cheemken]

Where do each of the champions go after Diantha disappears? Do they go to their leagues and discuss what happened? And how to protect their regions if Diantha ever comes there. Or do they just hide from the public

But what about the champions on Diantha side? I imagine if they ever go back to their leagues then they’re gonna threaten the gym leaders and elite fours. That if they don’t stay on their side than they’d face a worse consequence than death. Or maybe they don’t want to go to hard so they threatened to have their lives ruined if they betray them

But like uygnhh Lance, Iris, and Hau have family in their leagues. I don’t think Clair, Drayden, or Hala would take well to being threatened, so they’ll try argue back or reason with their champions only for them to let out one of their Pokémon who quickly attacks, not enough to kill but it definitely injured them well. Seeing their champion attack family would definitely show the rest of the league that they aren’t joking around

One more thing I wanted to ask, do you think the leagues, or at least the family members, would realize or suspect that Geeta/Lance/Iris/Hau is being manipulated and/or brainwashed by Diantha? Like they know that a strong enough Gardevoir can manipulate emotions? Or do they just think that this is a side of their champions that they’ve never seen

The champions did head back to their own respective region, Leon especially became so paranoid he discussed matters abt it w his own League. But I also wanna say that even his Gym Leaders start to low-key question him, not really saying it to his face y'know just being quiet when he talks, bc ofc, Dia was right, Rose did threaten them. Raihan got threatened the most, and Nessa knows how much Rose threatened Sonia to the point she gave up on the gym challenge in fear of being killed. I want Bea to be protective of Allister too, Leon would ask where the Ghost Gym Leader is, and Bea would just tell him he's at home, he may be Gym Leader, but he's still a child. Leon insists that next time Allister joins their meeting, he doesn't care if he's a child, he's a Gym Leader, it's still his responsibility.

Idk if the others would be that paranoid, I wanna say that maybe Steven kinda is, but he believes Wallace so much when he says that there's smth in Diantha that can still be saved, and Steven isn't one for giving up on his friends, especially since that friend also helped him out at one point and gave him Metagross' mega stone. But the two did became a bit more cautious, in case that uproar would encourage more fights and an actual war

Idt they'd stay out of the public, especially now since there are actually people on Diantha's side of the argument, justifying her actions too. I wanna say that the champions who were loyal to her were helping them justify those actions too, and told them that Diantha could still be saved, that maybe they should also help each other out on purging all the evil of their world

And just cbdmnd man idk I really don't think Hau would attack, neither would Iris, since the entirety of the Unova League is kinda like her family. Geeta I believe would just threaten, but y'know she does care abt her league, and her voice is too weak and too tired to be considered as an actual threat. Lance tho? Lance will kill. Like this mfer had his Dragonite Hyper Beam someone, and he will do it again, no matter who's at the receiving end.

Can you imagine the parallels between Lance/Clair and Diantha/Augustine tho😭

Lance is there glaring at Clair, his Dragonite right beside him, and Clair glares back, her own Kingdra preparing to battle.

"This is my last warning, Clair."

"So, it's okay for you to hurt others and none of us can ever question it?"

"Quiet."

"You told me you weren't like the elders, Lance."

"I'm not."

"Hah! Right, you're so much worse."

God that low-key fucks me up hahaha

But y'know, idt Lance would attack Clair, more like get pissed at her more and threaten her to retire her of her E4 duties (since Clair is one of Lance's E4 in my hcs, and Silver's the one in charge of Blackthorn's Gym) and he'd take her pokemon away. But Clair thinks that's all a bluff, and just left to head back to Blackthorn. The other members of the league do follow Lance, Clair just kept quiet now, if Lance won't listen to her then so be it, whatever happens will happen, and she's just gonna accept and watch that shit show go down. Will she join a side? Perhaps, maybe Diantha would convince her to join Lance, or maybe... Clair would see that Lance is right, and Diantha's cause was right too, that it really would be better to rid the world of all things evil. It would be nice, recreating a world, reliving her life, but this time around no one would be there to tell her everyday just how much of a disappointment she is

As for the family members,,, Drayden and Hala did think abt the kids being controlled by Diantha, Hala believes it. Hala believes that it's bc of Diantha Hau is acting strange, the boy would always say how he'd like to be in Kalos w her. Hala's not sure why, but even back then he didn't trust Diantha that much, or maybe that was his own envy over the fact that she could somehow make Hau happy, more than he ever could. Drayden doubts it a bit bc he had met Diantha before, and the Kalos Champion was so nice and kind and so caring to Iris. And even from the stories Iris tells him, she could ask for anything she ever wanted, and Dia would be happy to give it to her, Diantha even gave her a Goomy egg, since she knows how much Iris loves Dragons. So for Drayden it was,,, something,,, he does think maybe Diantha's just controlling the kids, but he also thinks that Gardevoir's or maybe even Yveltal's influence made Diantha like that

Geeta's league fully fucking believes Diantha controls her. They already know just how loyal Geeta is to Diantha, she wouldn't even question her no matter what, and that's one of the downsides of their own Champion. And maybe they think it's their fault too, Diantha showed Geeta kindness when they were still young, until now, accepted her despite how eccentric she was, despite the fact Geeta can't feel anything that much, and maybe if the Paldea League did just that too, maybe Geeta wouldn't have been easily manipulated.

Lance tho? His own League knows how hard he can get, he's always driven by his own beliefs and conviction, they don't think it's Diantha's influence, rather they believe that Lance finally snapped or maybe he thinks this is a mission he should finish, and Arceus above knows how fucked up he can get just to finish a mission he had set for himself. That fight w Rocket was actually really bloody, the news just won't tell you that. Some do believe Diantha had some sort of influence on him, but that was overridden considering that Lance was already brutal when it comes to criminals or just anyone who goes against him, even before he met Diantha.

[acecream-and-cake]

My addition to the well made point if OP, with TL;DR at the end.

It's the same as like: lesbians were in straight marriages because in the past this was the way it went if you wanted the family life and not be shunned by society. And for some, kids and a stable home was the fulfilling part even if it meant leaving behind the happiness of being in a lesbian relationship. Lesbian and gays fought long and hard for equal marriage. Media representation went through the roof in the last decades and I am super happy as a lesbian about that. Representation and diverse relationship models are absolutely vital.

But could the allos maybe the fuck not erase the ongoing struggle of fellow queers? As an aroace lesbian this hurts, not only fighting against straight expectations but also get backlash from the queers which I thought were my weirdo allies. If aro/ace people fight for recognition of qpr and single life and fight against amatornomativity, if you can't fight for us at least don't be the dick to fight against that. Just imagine the uproar if a canon lesbian (not bi) character were to marry a straight cis-man and have kids and never so much as address her lesbian side ever. So yeah. An ace can have sex and enjoy it. A lesbian can kiss and fuck a man and still be a lesbian. But what a lazy headcanon, if you never ever address how being a lesbian would still impact her life even if it appears strictly hetero to the outside. (Yeah I know the comparison comes up short at points, but I have no fucking clue how else to get my point across)

Aces and Aros may or may not enjoy physical intimacy and relationships. What we lack is the attraction - and just like every other queer person our individual experiences differ a lot but the experiences we share are a lot more. And the universal thing is our struggle with expectations of amatonormativity: the hypersexualized and relationship-focused society others us in the way we experience those versus what we are supposed to want/feel about relationships and sex.

TL;DR: being aro/ace impacts relationships on a nuanced level, even if that person would be willing to conform to amatornomarivity. If your fanfic/headcanon doesn't engage with that, congrats, you erased the a-spec identity and made them allo. Which is the same as erasing a lesbian by making everything she does super straight. Yes you can, but don't be offended if I call you an asshole for it. On both accounts.

here's the thing. "ace people can still have sex" and "aro people can still be in relationships" are objectively true statements. this is because people can do whatever the fuck they want forever regardless of their label/orientation. however some of you have GOT to get your shit together and stop using those statements to undermine larger conversations about aspec identity. following up "ace people don't owe you sex in a relationship" with "ace people can still have sex in a relationship though!" is not fucking helpful! yes it's true. yes it's a reality for many people. however if we used our fucking brains for a second and thought about how following up "people don't have to conform to societal expectation" with "but people can still conform!! don't worry they can still conform!!!!" is counterproductive and very frustrating for a lot of people then we could get back to the actual point which is not "aspec people can still have sex/be in relationships" but "aspec people can do whatever they want with their relationships and their bodies". which they can, by the way. they can do whatever they want forever. and you should give them 200 dollars every time you see them for dealing with this shit

[v1x3n]

‧₊˚ɞ - CONCERT FINDINGS

kyle 'gaz' garrick ⸝⸝ navigation ୨୧ tags : noncon, smut

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : you meet a cute stranger while at a concert, you wouldnt have expected the outcome of the night!

the lights were blaring the music was loud as you swiftly dance your hips across the dancefloor, the loud sounds vibrate from the stage to across the floor to create a small hurt in your heel. or it could be the amount of hours you had spent swaying your body to the everlasting music - but anyway you had decided you were tired. slumping down to a table with a few others, your eye catches this guy's figure.

The man was strong and his shirt was well fitted - clinging onto his body while he moved to see you staring at him. “I like your makeup,” he screams over the music, trying to get you to hear his compliment.

“oh! thank you!” you shout back as he shuffled closer to you. the first thing you noticed was his smile, fuck it was beautiful. or the first thing you had noticed was his pretty ass doe eyes, either way you had already gotten interested. “what you drinkin?” asking as you peer down to his cup, trying to just make conversation. He had simply passed the drink along to you as if to say ‘guess yourself’. beer, he was drinking beer.

“oh shite yeh, what's your name?” almost panic blasting through his voice, he grabs his drink back to take a strong swig. “y/n, you?”

“Kyle.”

the conversation starts flowing more and more as you sit down together interested in what each others saying. getting to know each other more as he asks, “so you here with anyone?boyfriend perhaps?”

it's been a long time since anyone had asked anything of the sorts, out of pure shock you had just stared at him - almost confused at his question. “uh no.” you reply with a high amount of confusion. “how come?”

you sound out a small confused sound, a small hum. it's almost ss if he gets off of confusing you with the way this conversation was going, “just haven't met anyone good i guess” a small chuckles follows the sentence. looking over at him as he chuckles along with you a hoarse but sweet laugh - you couldnt tell if he was laughing with you or at you but nonetheless his laugh had just cheered you up. it was sweet the same sweetness candy floss is,luscious and soft almost. “well your a beautiful lass, hard to believe you dont got a lad.” the british accent forming through his words. you giggle at his Flirtatious message as he takes a strong sip from his beer. blush revolves around your cheeks, you push your hair behind your esr - signalling that you were interested.

“let me get you a drink, hm?” without even replying he had already patted your shoulder to say he was going and he had set off.

you haven't felt the way your stomach was twirling in ages, almost too long. sure you had been in relationships but nothing felt like this, noone had really flirted like this with you and it was almost too good to be true to be honest. The music halts while the next song is preparing, the audience cheers and fires up with an uproar as you see Kyle emerge through the group.

“im back luv.” talking with you as if you had been married for years, embarrassing to admit but it had made you blush. “you really didn't need too” you reply as he gives you the cocktail he had just ordered for you.

he smiles softly at you as he encouraged you to take a sip, god he was so kind. you could just fall in love right then. taking a small sip as he almost cheers you on you look over to the crowd, who was currently jumping and dancing around at the start of the new song. “it's good!” half laughing through your words and he takes a seat back down next to you.

“Are you here with anyone?” reciprocating the question he had asked earlier back at him.

“no im not, think i'd buy you a drink if i was tied down?” he jokingly scoffs as you giggle at your silliness, “so how long you liked em for?” you glared at him confused -yet again, then you had realised what he was talking about. the band. ofc.

“a year? perhaps, you?” you babbled as he looked at you, no into your soul almost. his pretty ass eyes were just breathtaking, it was like they could sense all your fears from how vibrantly they looked at you. “you dont look like you're into this type of music if i'm honest” a breathless laugh followed from you and him.

“what music would you think i listen to then?country music maybe?” you giggle at that shitty joke, fully engaged in him. “no its just, i wouldn't expect someone like you here.”

“increasingly handsome?” he jokes and once more you giggle. the type if laugh you expect a girl who is madly in love with you to make. taking a small chug of the cocktail he had previously bought you ad you look down into the colourful splash of alcohol. “what's in this?” your head feels… heavier, looking down into the drink then glossing your eyes back up at him to see him chuckling breathlessly and grinning at you. “its- hah, quite strong!” gulping and exclaiming at the same time, you had took another sip as he does the same with his beer. A dizzy rash persits around your eyes, a deep haze. maybe it was just… oh idk dehydration? you take another sip then you…

“fuck!” waking up to a familiar voice in front of you, groaning out in pain. No, not pain. pleasure?

the fizz around your mind slowly clears as you dot your eyes around the place to see kyle in front of you. “k-kyle?” you grunt as you figure out the predicament you had gotten yourself into. “shit your awake” calm panic setting into his voice has your sensations come back to you, peering down at a thrusting feel to see kyle. thrust in, thrust out and again, then again and on going. your mewls getting more high pitched the longer he goes on. “god your so good love.” the praise as he piledrives into you, acting as you were his personal fleshlight, he bangs his cock into you over and over again. “s-stop..!” a small whine hardly fumbles from your mouth, tears dragging down your face from the rough abuse you were getting. kyle had pinned you to the wall, your legs folded up against your body. your gags from the amount of tears you had cried was overbearing.

“your so so good , being such a- fuck! such a good girl.” grunting through the constantly painfully pleasurable thrusts. “god your amazing baby.'' His groans turn into low whines as he gets closer to the edge. He soon twists positions and somehow reaches his girthy cock further into your cunt. reaching the right spot which made you gasp and tighten around his length. you mewl once again and moan out in pleasure, the sensation of him using you as a toy could almost make you cum just from that. your wetness squirts around his cock as he thrusts harder, making your pussy turn into a messy, sensitive mess. each touch to it makes you whimper.

between him muttering ‘god,god,god’ and your moans there wasn't much of a chance to say anything else, he then reaches to touch your clit. tightening up once again and trying to squirm away he holds down onto your clit. “Come on dont run away, you're a good lil plaything for me.” groaning to himself as he slowly pets your clit, his cock stopping inside of you and cockwarming you. a knot forming inside your stomach as his digits enter you, filled with his cock and now 2 of his fingers. “n-no!” whimpering yet again as he moves his fingers inside of you. He moves forward and grits his teeth onto your neck, folding you completely in half as he does so, the dizziness that formed in your head had fully cleared by now. Now you are awake and fully well knowing of the situation. “im-” you cry out as you reach your high as he fingers the tight space you have left in your cunt. Then there it was , the sweet juice spilling out around his cock and fingers as he takes both of them out - creating a white stringy mess following it. “well done baby, you- shit your pussy so good.” he mutters again as he shoves himself back inside of you harder and deeper than before .

creating a ‘mmhh!!’ sound as he pounds into you as fast as he could, “the-there please!” you moan as he hits your sweet, sensitive spot. he whines roughly as he grinds harder and harder in the place he wanted. crying out louder and louder as he bites down onto your neck, creating a small bite mark and a bruise just coming in, a small amount of blood pouring from the spots he had bitten. “im guna fill you up love.” he warns as he takes one final thrust into you and finishes, his hot liquid spilling from out of you and creating a small pool underneath you, it had filled you up so much there wasn't anywhere else for it to go. the heat of everything created another blur- cock drunk from him as he pets your hair and shoves your face down to the floor - just underneath his cock.

“clean your slutty mess up then hm?”

[nobody7102]

What do think of the iron daggers reaction would be if they found Fanboy was married?

Just wondering cause he seems so reserved and probably doesn't share much about his personal life

ITS SO CUTE!

Mickey is definitely a reserved man, I think the most hints anyone on the team has that he’s taken is the fact that one day in the locker rooms he forgot about the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder blade. A lipstick mark tattooed in a dark berry maroon color.

Man did Payback ever hound him for answers, but Mickey just brushed it off and finished changing.

Mickey keeps his ring in the center council of his car, he keeps it on at home and on the drive into base, he spends a few minutes in the parking lot before work and recites a little promise to the ring before he tucks it away in the safety of his car. (Because god forbid anything happens to him, he wants you to be able to have his ring) Outside of work(other than at the Hard Deck) he wears his ring all the time.

No one would really find out though till one very tired morning of early training.

The day before would have been very eventful, him and Reuben finally nailing that new maneuver so the team went to celebrate the success, well a few beers later and everyone’s wondering why Mickey is blushing as he looks at his phone when he suddenly stands, says his goodbyes, pays his tab and leaves.

Having shot you a text about how well the training day went, you decided to give Mickey a sneak peek at the rewards he would get when he got home.

One thing led to another, and suddenly Mickey’s beings awoken by his phone ringing. He’ll tuck you further into his side and answer only to be met with a frantic Hangman “Dude where are you?! You’re 20 minutes late and everyones been trying to reach you” this cause Mickey to unwrap himself from you “Cyclones here and he’s wants to see the maneuver you and Payback did”

So he was frantically trying to get ready, all while you chuckled and stared from the warmth of the bed only getting up to give him a “goodbye” and a fly safe kiss. He made it to the base in record time, quickly got changed and met everyone on the tarmac.

Everything was going fine till Natasha groaned “okay who the fuck is shining that light in my eye?!” Everyone looked around trying to figure it out, till the team stopped catching sight of the shiny gold band that rested on their beloved Fanboys finger.

“Fanboy.”

“Mickey what the fuck is that?!”

“Dude did you get engaged?!”

Questions started flying his way, and to his confusion he didn’t pick up on what everyone was talking about till Payback picked up his hand and waved it in his face “Earth to Fanboy?! You’re engaged?! And you didn’t tell us?!”

Mickeys eyes widened, finally understanding before he snatched his hand away and looked down at his ring. Having been in such a rush he forgot his little ritual of putting it in his car before work. Mickey shook his head “Not engaged”

Everyone jumped at the bit “You’re married?!” “Since when?!?” “Can we meet them?!”

Shaking his head Mickey said they’d all talk about it later and went back into the locker room to put the ring away while sending you a quick text “they found out, forgot to leave my ring in the car” “figures ;)”

Reuben was definitely taken back but figured Mickey had someone seeing as the lipstick mark tattoo had to come from someone, but he understands wanting to have that little slice of bliss to yourself

Natasha is fully in an uproar, “you kept someone from me and Halo?! We could have had another person to balance out the testosterone?!”

Bob fully knew but didn’t say anything. He had to drop off paperwork for Mickey one day and you answered the door instead of Mickey due to the fact that he was out on a run.

Bradley was evermore happy for the WSO, happy that he had someone.

Javy and Jake, fuckers wanted to know every detail about everything not fully knowing if their reserved Fanboy was actually telling the truth of not but when they met you. They understood

Maverick (like Bradley) was just all smiles, happy that the people on his team had people they could go to and be with.