#these are all exactly the same and you cant convince me otherwise

[lovingperfectionsblog]

A Video

Max Verstappen x Reader, Pantonic!Daniel.

Summary: A video is all Max needed to get him to ask you out.

Warnings: Drinking, swearing.

Word Count: 1954

Authors note: Welp, I was meant to write drabbles and then y’all got this. I hope you all enjoy and I cant wait to hear what you think 😊

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“I have work tomorrow” you slurred out as Daniel poured you another glass of his new wine, which he had promised was just going to be a night of you two doing taste testing. It was never just taste testing; it was always just a bit too drunk to function. You don’t know he always managed to convince you otherwise, but he did, and so here you sat, knowing you’d have to crash on his couch, again.

“We all have work tomorrow. Call in sick like the rest of us adults” Daniel shrugged as he violently shook the wine bottle, attempting to get every drop of it into your now far too full glass, “maybe you can even get Max to come take care of you”, his grin spreading wider as you dead panned him.

“When exactly are you going to get over the whole me and Max thing?” you tried to sound cool, tried to make it sound like you didn’t care but in truth, you were desperately trying to avoid this topic because it always left you feeling a little dejected. More than upset that you knew you and Max would never be more than what you both were right at this moment.

“When are you going to admit that you’re so in love with him that you’d probably die for him at this point?” he grabbed a second bottle of wine that lay at this feet, always thinking ahead and bringing out a few bottles for the two of you, knowing how these nights always ended up.

“If I did-“ Daniel already had a massive grin growing on his face, whatever he was gearing up to stay was stopped in its tracks as you held up a finger, indicating you wanted to finish, “IF I did, it honestly wouldn’t matter, because Max doesn’t feel the same so it wouldn’t matter” you downed the last of your wine, passing the glass over to Daniel to pour you another, fully accepting what this night was going to be.

“So, let me, just wait, let me get this straight, is this you admitting you like him?” Daniel took a sip of your glass before passing it back to you.

You took the glass and surprisingly, downed the entire thing, Daniel did nothing other than watch, fully prepping himself to get up and run, in case you needed to throw up and he wasn’t prepared to clean up vomit off his balcony again.

“Imightbeinlovewithhim” you rushed through, wine glass covering your mouth, further mumbling your words in an attempt to conceal the confession. It did nothing of the sort.

“I FUCKING KNEW IT!” Daniel was on his feet and doing a quick lap around his house, wine spilling as he made his way cheering through the house like he had just won Monaco itself, eventually joining you on the balcony once again, out of breath and shaking spilt wine off his hands, “I fucking knew you were in love with him.”

“I guess I wasn’t all that good at hiding it then” you decided to forgo the glass, grabbing the stem of the bottle instead, eliciting a haughty laugh from Daniel, although the nod of approval told you he was going to do the same as soon as his glass was done, which would be sooner rather than later considering all that had been spilt.

“You were so bad at hiding it” his laugh only increasing the more embarrassed you became, every part of your body language showing just how much, curling in on yourself around the bottle of wine, despite the giggles erupting from you as Daniel’s laugh got louder.  

“I tried so hard” you got out between your own laughs, the entire situation becoming more and more funny the longer you two spoke about it. Although, you two finding it funny for two very different reasons.

Yours, more so born out of how embarrassed you were for liking someone who would never like you back and doing such a bad job at hiding it.

Daniels, born out of the knowledge that Max felt the exact same and finally Daniel was able to prove you did, he finally kne3w for certain. His was born out of absolute joy for two of his best friends.

“Listen, just say that for me again” you looked at Daniel, his phone pointed at your face as he began recording you, immediately picking up on the confused look you shot his way, “we’re drunk, I wanna be able to remind you of this in the morning” he offered the lie too easily as an explanation, one, in your drunken state, you easily accepted.

You turned to the camera, hands gripping the neck of the wine bottle hard, eyes small as your smile overtook your entire face, the giggles refusing to stop at this point, making Daniel giggle too, as evident by the shake in the video. You took a deep breath and then “I am in love with him” you said quietly, knowing this was just for you two, but still embarrassed by the statement.

“No man! You need to say who and everything” Daniel could be heard in the background of the video, still shaking from his laughter as your shook your head in disbelief and readied yourself for another take, another deep breath and,

“I am in love with thee Max Verstappen” a little cheer could be heard from Daniel before he stopped recording as you threw your head back and did a full belly laugh, thoroughly amused by the situation.

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MadMax: This is a joke right? You guys are playing a joke on me?

BigRicc: I swear to god this is 100% legit, she just admitted it.

MadMax: but she’s drunk she probably doesn’t mean it.

BigRicc: Listen, stop being a pussy, she just said she’s inlove with you and I have handed you this information on a silver platter, now, either you do something about it or I encourage her to go after Charles, who we all know is now newly single.

MadMax: I’m coming.

BigRicc: Ew. Don’t tell me that. Jesus.

MadMax: NO! Ew! What the fuck. I’m coming to your house now.

BigRicc: Oh, yeah, that makes more sense. Doors unlocked.

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Eventually the topic had changed, Daniel suddenly starting to hint at you two heading inside and him being tired, wholly unusual for your wine drinking partner, you staving off going to bed just yet completely opposite to what you’d expressed earlier in the evening.  

Halfway through you begging Daniel for one more glass (or at least fishing off your individual bottles), the front door crashed open, startling both you and Daniel at the loud, abrupt noise at this time of night.

You both swung around and then there was a breathless Max Verstappen in the middle of Daniels living room, facing the balcony door where you and his friend sat wide eyed, staring at him. He stood, bent over, hands on his knees, head dropped as he tried to steady his ragged breathing from his sprint up the building’s staircases. A hand was held up in your direction, indicating that he needed a second before any of you could start speaking, not that either you or Daniel could after that shock.

“I really don’t want you and Charles to get together” was the first thing Max had said to either of you.

“Max” Daniel mimicked your own confused face, “This is not the way to start this conversation”’.

You swung your head towards Daniel, confusion now deeply etched into your features, not entirely sober enough to keep up with any of this, although, you weren’t entirely sure you could even if you were sober.

“No?” Max had now turned to Daniel, them completely cutting you out of the conversation

“No.” Daniel only shook his head, offering nothing else.

“What, what do I, how do I start this?” The nativity pouring off of Max was possibly the cutest thing you’d ever witnessed, both frustration and nerves seeping into his voice as he asked Daniel for guidance.

“You ask her on a date” Daniel nodding in the direction of you, giving Max an encouraging smile as both stood there now staring at you, your own head swinging between the both of them trying to piece together what was happening. Max gave a final nod and took a deep breath before completely turning towards you.

“Can I please take you on a date?” Max asked, more confident than he’d been since he’d barrelled into the house, despite the nerves that were still evident.

The nerves that were only getting worse the longer you took to respond, your drunk brain trying to process the concept that the man you loved had just stormed into the flat to ask you on a date. Eventually your brain got out the only thing it could,

“Why would I get together with Charles?” sober you knew you had bypassed the important topic at hand, but for some reason drunk you was still playing catch up.

“No, this is not what we’re talking about right now” Daniel was shocked at how he was having to direct this conversation.

“Because I’m in love with you and want to take you on a date” Max had spoken at the same time Daniel had, assuming the reasoning had been obvious.

“Oh” it was all you managed to get out as you sat nodding your head, again, drunk you assuming you nodding your head was enough of a yes for Max.

“Words, sugar, he’s waiting for an answer” Daniel nudged you, spurring you on.

“Oh, oh sorry!” You turned to look at a nearly distraught Max, “Yes of course, I’d love to go on a date with you.” You could physically feel the relief wash over him, only now noticing the breath he finally took.

“Okay, yes, good, I’ll contact you once I’ve made arrangements” the surety suddenly in voice was alarming as he had walked up to you and placed a kiss to the top of your head before promptly turning around and  walking out, silently closing the front door behind him.

“What just happened?” your eyes didn’t leave the door, even as Daniel sked for you to give him a moment and he quickly followed the route Max had just taken.

And there he found Max, eyes closed, leaning against the wall in the corridor, hand pressed to his chest, almost as if he was willing his heart to not beat out of his chest.

“Holy shit you did it” Max didn’t move, barely even registered Daniel was suddenly with him.

“I just fucking did it” it was almost a whisper, like he could barely believe it himself.

And next minute Daniel has semi tackled him, hands wrapped around him and they both bounced in the hallway, a whispered “I fucking did it” leaving both him and Daniel as they cheered his success, before they let go and both stood breathless, equally as happy with the outcome of the evening.

“I am so proud, but I have to be honest, I’m about to throw up.” And Max barely even had a moment to respond before he watched Daniel bolt back inside, strongly happy he wasn’t the one that was about to handle both of you drunk together.

Instead, he made his way back down to his car, and if Max had thrown in a few skips as he made his way down the corridors thinking about the date he had planned since the day he realized how he had felt abut you, well then, that was no bodies business except his own.

[gayhenrycreel]

amatonormativity can only be defeated if society learns that people can have different needs.

most people need sex. i need sex to stay mentally healthy, but not everyone is the same. i also need gluten, but some people get really sick from it. a lot of people need romantic love for emotional fulfillment, which i will never understand and find very strange, but thats okay, because people are different.

ableism is also tied into this. i need things to be explained very clearly, often multiple times, otherwise i dont understand. sometimes im literally unable to process sound enough to understand what people are saying. most people dont need basic sentences explained multiple times to understand, so i have a need that others dont have.

a lot of amatonormativity is similar to ableism. i theorize this is because society views both lack of attraction and disability as biological inferiorities that need "curing". this is why historical queerphobia is extremely ableist. electro conversion therapy is exactly the same thing one of my dead relatives suffered for being mentally ill (note that this form of... well, torture, literally cooks brain cells, eventually having similar effects as a lobotomy).

intersex people are often forced on hrt that makes them sick, because perisex society believes that "normalcy" is what people need.

ive heard of asexuals being forced on libido meds because asexuality is assumed to be a medical condition.

all of these are forms of conversion therapy (if your country has not banned igm, conversion therapy is still legal, sorry).

again with the inherent ableism, i used to have problems with anxiety induced meltdowns, and my psychiatrist assumed it was because of my already treated adhd. he forced me on ritalin, which i already had a record of it not working for me. my adhd meds that work were taken from me and i had to take whats basically mild meth. for 3 days straight, i had a panic attack. singular. it continued for days without stopping. as soon as this started happening my mum took me off ritaln, against that doctors orders. for a week i had no adhd meds, so i microdosed magic mushrooms and my anxiety (and adhd) caused no problems for that whole week.

all of these are medical assumptions, assumptions that a non existent problem needs curing. my adhd was fine. i was treated with a med that had worked since i was 5.

theres a huge similarity between gay men being forced on testosterone to try to make them more masculine, and me being forced on ritalin to treat a medical issue that didn't exist in an attempt to make me normal. (the problem i had was much more about my autism not being accommodated btw).

queerphobia and ableism have been intertwined since western society came up with eugenics.

i dont need to be fixed, i need to be loved instead of treated like a problem. people always think my autism is "worse" when they abuse me, and its just because i cant mask when im scared. it becomes a cycle of me being abused for not masking, and not masking because im scared. in the same way, things like psychosis are made infinitely worse by psych wards. can you imagine having a delusion that the government is hunting you and then actual cops throw you in a cell and drug you? thats reality for many psychotics! it happened to me, and everytime i became more convinced that i was being tracked.

queerness is treated how disabilities are treated, because to the medical system they are the same: disorders, and disorders are inferior.

in both cases people just need to be cared for. we may be totally different, but we have so many similarities in our experiences.

a society that sees us as the same will treat us the same.

[pumpkinrootbeer]

I am DYING to talk about Alastor. He’s absolutely my favorite, I love sassy little shits, especially when they’re otherwise the picture of manners.

I do think he made a deal with Lilith. They were gone for the same amount of time, he clearly isn’t at full power (wings clipped! Mouth sewn!!) and he at first didn’t seem to like Charlie at all. Sure, she’s powerful, but nobody knew that, especially not her. She annoyed him, but grew on him for sure and how he wants to protect her but can’t since he’s not able to summon his full power yet. Charlie may be able to get him out of his deal, or maybe he thinks she can use her relationship with her mom to convince her to let him go. Hence the favor!

My theory is Lilith asked him to watch over the hotel and possibly to kill Lucifer. She had to get into heaven somehow, and what better way than to betray the man she left Adam for? She sewed his mouth shut so that he couldn’t tell anyone and sent him to help build her daughter’s dream. Possibly also to sabotage it? Although we don’t see him doing this beyond the first episode. Husk clearly knows something, because when he comes back Al specifically turns to Husk in warning before turning to Charlie’s hug.

ANYWAY would love to hear your thoughts!!

I LOVE ALASTOR genuinely its really fun to see an ace character who isn't a robot, or emotionless, or comically innocent. super fun time for me specifically. also quick sidebar, how they went about showing his depth by him literally loosing it was so satisfying and works so well for his character. hazbin baby im so sorry i doubted your writing so onto the theories! i do 100% think lilith and alastor are connected, and i dont think it would be stretch to say she's the one who owns his soul. the reinforced detail of 7 years obviously is a big piece of evidence, along with his hate of lucifer, but her being in heaven reinforces it more for me honestly because of Zestial's line in episode 3 "Some hath spun wild tales of you falling to... holy arms?". imo its either lilith or a character we havent meant yet. (ive seen people throw eve's name around 🤔) now weather or not she wants him to protect charlie and/or the hotel is another matter. its gonna be pretty hard to predict what exactly the terms are and what she wants from him (if anything!) until we get more content. i dont think its really much of a stretch to come to that conclusion and im not not saying i believe it, but im not really sold on it. if it turns out canon i woudnt be surprised tho lol

him hanging around charlie could be her mom wants him to protect her, hence the annoyance he holds towards her at first, or it could be she has status! sure they dont know how strong she is but shes the princess of hell, and everyone respects that to some degree. her side is the winning side! (another side bar alastor actually truly believing in her makes me so so emotionally ill 😭 like he didnt doubt shed be able to rally people. and he lowkey encouraged her with his little shit talk pep talk. mi amor... babito....)

the stitches across his mouth, the way he dances around his 7 year absence, the way he completely switches up with husk when his deal is mentioned could all be unrelated but hazbin doesn't exactly do coincidences. the details are all very purposeful, ever since the pilot, so i do think he cant talk about it.

i also am inclined to believe that he didnt make the deal for his power and the deal is actively restricting it. for one, its more interesting imo. two, the line "once i figure out how to unclip my wings, then i'll be pulling all the strings" he clearly thinks he'll be stronger out of the deal, which sure, could be his arrogance. or the reason why hes so arrogant is because he used to be able to back up his talk 100%. i mean the kind of sheer confidence he has is absurd, he wasnt scared of adam, he wasnt scared of lucifer. he acts like someone who is just not used to being weaker than anyone. part of the reason hed be so desperate for freedom is because the deal is literally a threat on his life. he almost died for them!

tbh not sure if husk knows the specifics of the deal or not, because that scene in the finale could just be alastor being alastor. "haha bitch u thought" type beat. either way!! im pretty pumped for s2 and seeing alastors inevitable downward spiral. beat him up again. also maybe he makes some more friends pretty please

[bridgyrose]

So I was thinking of this angsty idea, so bear with me;

Cinder Fall, 80 years after the defeat of Salem, remains as one of the last living members of Salem's inner circle. Even though she's on the verge of senility and her mind is withering away, she looks back at what she had done in the past, contemplating her heinous actions from a bygone era.

(You say heinous, I call it a feature of her survival. Either way, enjoy.)

Cinder sighed as she looked out the window of her home, noticing the reflection of Ruby walking into the room. She slowly picked herself up, bones cracking as she moved. “You know you didnt have to come here, right? Or is this one last chance for you to tell me that you were right?” 

“Just because we were enemies doesnt mean I’m going to take this chance to push you down further.” Ruby slowly hobbled her way over and sat down in a chair near Cinder. “Besides, you were the one who called me, and I… cant exactly ignore that. I still answer any call for help. For better or for worse.” 

“Did I?” Cinder asked with a small smirk. “Doesnt matter, it… it does mean something that you’re here.” 

“So why did you call for me?”

“I… I wanted to apologize.” 

“Apologize for what? This is the first time in years I’ve seen you since you disappeared!” 

Cinder looked over Ruby, her eyes gazing at the cane that sat near her. A once formidable rival, now subject to the wear and tear her body took from being a huntress. “I wanted to apologize for what I did before I disappeared. For the issues I caused you. I never meant… I didnt think-” 

“I think we’re long past time for apologies on that,” Ruby interrupted. “Salem was dealt with, you disappeared and I hadnt heard from you since… I figured we were done with this.” 

“We are. Mostly.” Cinder sat down and picked up her journal she had kept, flipping through a few pages. “But I still want to apologize for everything I had done. I hurt you and many others for a cause I thought I believed in. I did many things I regret, killed so many people, and I ran away after you gave me a choice. For the longest time, I didnt think I was worthy of being given the same choice you gave everyone else, that you gave Emerald and Mercury, and Neo.” 

“Cinder, please-” 

“I need to make things right before I lose myself!” Cinder clutched her shaking, mechanical arm and took a breath as she held the cold metal of the mechanical wrist. “I… I need to make things right before I forget all of this.” 

Ruby looked at her curiously. “Forget? What do you mean forget?”

A small smirk came across Cinder’s lips as she laid back and looked up at the ceiling. “Turns out, having a grimm parasite grafted onto you affects you in ways you could never imagine. A… a part is still there even after you destroyed it. Eating away at my mind, my thoughts. Pieces of what I’ve been through are full of holes that I cant remember how I fell down this path, but I know I regret every minute of it.” 

“I’m… I’m sorry…” 

“Its what I deserve after everything I’ve done.” A small smile crossed Cinder’s lips for a moment as she thought back to what she could remember. Every death she caused, everyone she injured… if there were any happy times in her life, they were long faded memories as the grimm parasite feasted on them. “But it doesnt mean I dont regret everything I had done. The lies I followed in order to get the freedom I wanted, the things I had to do in order to hold what little hope I had… if I had known then what I know now, I would’ve stopped myself from joining her.” 

Ruby sighed and gently took Cinder’s hand. “None of us did things we were proud of. And while I tried to keep people safe, I still had to take lives and make decisions I wish I never had. I cant say I ever forgave you, but… its been long enough that I dont see a point in trying to convince you otherwise.” 

“Then… can you promise me one thing?” 

“And what is that?” 

“Make my story one to remember,” Cinder said as she handed over her journal. “I dont want others to make the same mistakes that I did.” 

Ruby hesitated as she took the journal. “I cant do that.” 

Cinder nodded and blinked for a moment, the name of the person standing in front of her slipping her mind as she stood up and made her way to the window. She gripped the windowsill to keep her balance as she stared out the window. “I hear a storm is going to be coming today. The leaves keep dancing in the wind.” 

“Wait, you cant just leave this on me! Surely there’s someone better that can tell your story! Emerald or Mercury. Maybe Weiss!” 

Cinder paused for a moment as she listened to those names, none of them drawing any memories out even with how familiar they sounded. “You should probably start making your way home before you’re stuck here until the weather clears up. I know even on a sunny day it can take someone like us a while to get home.” 

Ruby sighed and tucked away the journal. “Right. Then… maybe I can come by again sometime.” 

“Its always nice to have visitors.” Cinder paused for a moment. “Though, I cant recall your name.” 

“Its Ruby.” 

“Thank you for visiting me, Ruby. It was nice meeting you.” 

“It… it was nice meeting you too.” 

Cinder smiled a bit as she stared out the window, listening to the sounds of the cane tapping along the floor. Her fingers slowly tapped against the windowsill as flames danced around her fingers, a trick she never seemed to have forgotten even if she had forgotten how she came to possess the wonderful flames that kept her fingers warm. A small voice ran through the back of her mind, a voice she remembered hearing a lot time ago but couldnt place any longer. 

“Do you believe in destiny?” the voice asked. 

“Yes, yes I do,” Cinder mumbled to herself as her eyes started to glow and the flames started to leave her fingers. “And I think its time to finally move on.”

[originemesis]

@deathinfeathers xxx

"Don't bring my seasonal bout of horny hysteria into this, you are well aware that I can't help that shit! It just happens! It's like, an itch, you know? And you need to scratch it but the more you do the worse it gets and before you know it you're crawling out of a mountain of rectangular cloth bags stuffed with feathers and the fridge is bursting at the seams with sixty three jars of shrimp and sausage paella! I don't even like surf 'n' turf, Adam." A petulant flap of ashen feathers marks the end to her little tangential rant. It's not that she's abashed over the reproductive workings of her anatomy. That is a human impediment, one she cannot sympathize with or make sense of regardless of how she flexes her brain meats. The subject matter does irk her somewhat, however, but only because she is failing to gauge whether he's angling for a sincere discussion or if he's only poking fun at her fussy tendencies to keep himself entertained through an otherwise dull yoga session. "If one of us should be concerned I'm inclined to believe it ought to be me. You sound like you've come down with a strain of the epidemic baby fever I've heard your progeny coo about. Why don't we compromise on a cat and leave it at that?--Lean forward for me." Grasping his arms just above his elbows, she carefully guides them up and inwards in order to put a bit of a stretch on his pectoral muscles. "You've got to work on your chest too, it's all a part of the same system. Breathe deep and hold that position for ten seconds."

"You might not be able to help it ~ " He muses, chin propped right at the scraggly end within the careless curve of his palm while he lounges amongst the efforts of her nesting labor- soft and utterly stuffed with pillows and bags of oval shaped bread loaves from the bakery down the block as it was. A casual swipe of his tongue disguised it's path along his lips as a simple hydrating venture, though he teased the golden stud balled at the end in the crook of a smirk long enough to blow any claims of moisturizing cover.

"But I can." Voice a playful but notably lower octave, the man is quick to snap his teeth in her direction and give a petulant (albeit subdued by bandages) beat of his wings as if the display might convince her to take a break from her surf and turf meal prep to sample some of his sausage instead. Maybe she was more avian than him in the sense that the season brought her suffering in the weight of the eggs she carried with various a complaint, but he wasn't immune to the call of the winged genes spliced into him from a revenant resurrection either. Not that he was much of an omelette guy any other regular month of the year, but fuck it - he could go for scrambling a few.

"Like fuck- it's not like you're the only miserable one here." A gripe like that might be a prime candidate for a well earned swat across the dick- that was, if he wasn't so pathetically laid up trying to recover from wind sprained wings earned from a sheer drop from space itself. Also those damned allergies didn't exactly help- "You know better than anyone about my condition, babe. Have a little heart." And he bats his eyes at her whilst balancing his chin under a canopy of talons as if it were the correct position to pluck the heart strings- he had a way with those. The strings, anyway ~

"... hilarious, dude. 'Baby fever'? More like the ever dawning and depressing realization you're gonna be not so down bad for the rest of the year after all this." Was enough to bring a tear to the eye. If men cried, that was- which they totes did not. But if they did, this would be a valid reason.

With an egregious grunt as she wrestles him into the yoga position she's deemed best for his stiff limbs today, he takes the opportunity granted by her proximity to cant his head back enough to rest on her shoulder and give the silver fuzz along the nape of her neck a deep huff. He holds the scent in like she says for ten seconds before exhaling heat into the dip of her throat. Temporarily out of commission or not, he's nothing if not persistent.

"Like you wouldn't enjoy another me~?"

[jasminelee324]

Well… thank you, Nanami kacho>dang. This man is about to have a panic attack. Good thing hes already at the hospital!😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Anything else?” > oh this is gonna be messy i already know😭she gon lieeeeee

Nanami nods, “I wasn’t trying to; I did.” > VOCTORY ROYAL!!! 🎉The girl is honest and we get to skip 8 chps of a misunderstanding arc😭🙌🏾

You were not dreaming, Y/N,” Nanami says forwardly, “I like you.” >this is all coming to a head very quickly😭😭😭i honestly feel like plankton rn bc i didnt think wed make it this far tbh😭😅

Why?” You asked combatively. >eledest daughter energy. Represent🗣

what change of heart could a man possibly have so quickly>truly is suspect

is not shocking for coworkers to get along so well that they become romantically affiliated.” >naaah bro. Its too late for that. You cant piggyback off her confession❌️

this space, with your aura, it felt like an interrogation.>my type of carrying on. Let the groveling arc+competition COMMENCE!!!🗣

Y/N, you’re taking this out of proportion>NOT something to say to somebody already working to keep their calm

You know exactly how I am, Y/N,” Nanami argues quietly>it's the sincerity and civility of them legit debating his alleged affections for her😭

Why are you upset with me? We… now share the same sentiment.” >because she's not convinced that you truly share the same sentiment, you've yet to prove to get otherwise, AND shes been embarrassed TWICE so forgive her for not relentless her heart to these sudden propositions

But, he will absolutely traverse your waters, one way or another. Afterall, he’s a businessman.>>plotting?👀🤭

However long it takes, I’ll make it happen. I’ll make us happen.” > my eyes would be absolutely bugging out of my head in shock

Please?” Please? > I'm sorry but I'd have crumbled under such pressure😭😭yn is officially stronger than me👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

D-deal.” >LET THE GAMES BEGIN!!!

Cafe and bar staff invited to the holiday party you sayyyyyy😗😗😗😗😗😗😗😗😗😗😗😗😗😗😗

So just curious how much time he has atp?

friction | reader (f) x crush!nanami pt. 10

pairing: reader (f) x crush!nanami

synopsis: [AU] you have always had a crush on nanami. since the day you were hired as his personal assistant, you've been right at his side combating numbers and making money within the finance department for the company you two worked for. but, things take a turn when nanami catches wind of your feelings, and rejects you. little did he know the weight of his mistake.

warnings: angst, heartbreak, sexual tension, jealousy (future smut)

a/n: wow here's me with a fast part out! im already working on part 11 so don't you worry! i believe i tagged everyone who requested to, but pls feel free to yell at me in my askbox if i missed you! next chapter is gonna be... fun ;) just wanna say, your replies/reactions/reblogs make my heart sing and it makes me smile lots

all parts: pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5, pt.6, pt.7, pt.8, pt.9,

December | Tokyo, Japan | Sunday

You woke up to the sounds of coughing and beeping. 

The subtle creaks of wheels being rolled, with voices left and right, both tones of urgency and concern. Through your blurred image, you knew for a fact you were no longer home. Lights brighter than the moon blinded you from above. You decide to use your hands to give you context, feeling this holed yet weighted blanket covering your body. As you moved, you felt wires tickle your arms, with some tugging from restriction. 

“What…” you murmur to yourself, groaning in pain. The moment you shifted for comfort was when you realized you were in the hospital. Gurneys are as unforgeable to your back as spikes, and even then you’d probably respect the spikes more. They don’t pretend to not be uncomfortable. Finally rubbing your eyes, you look around, finding Nanami right beside you, eyeing your drip that was overhead you. “Nana…?” 

It was almost consequential whenever you said his name. Once he hears your voice, those enticing hazel eyes find their way to burn into your own. Although you felt much better, the sudden pressure of his gaze forced a few coughs out of you. Seeing this, Nanami quickly held your forearm, his expression dressed with concern. 

“Are you still feeling unwell?” Nanami asks quickly. “Should I call for a nurse?” 

You shake your head, waving your free hand weakly, “I feel fine, please.” You begin to adjust yourself to sit up, noticing as Nanami stood up in order to hold you by your elbows. Rough, calloused hands delicately assist you as you sit yourself up. The faint, nauseating feeling you had prior to going unconscious vanished. “Thank you,” you murmur, quietly clearing your throat which was in long desire for some hydration. 

“Ah, here.” Nanami reached over for a water bottle by the provided table, snapping the cap open while slowly passing it to you. You grab the bottle from him and begin to down it, the cooling relief surfing down your throat. Few streams of water escape from your lips, feeling the cold sensation go down your jaw and neck. But, it is kindly wiped away from a napkin, as Nanami dabs it dry. “Don’t drink so hastily, Y/N. You’re not in a rush anywhere, are you?” 

“Yes I am,” you hiss after finishing half the water. “I need to go home. Now.” 

“Y/N, you’re running a 39.4°C (103°F) fever, and you were incredibly dehydrated,” Nanami says in a ‘matter-of-fact’ tone. He tugs carefully at your IV drip, “this is your third bag.” 

You cross your arms over your chest and look away with a stubborn hmph. As you distantly looked towards the window and into the Tokyo night, you realized immediately that Nanami brought you to the hospital. Meaning, he was there when you passed out. Also meaning that… his confession may have been part of your fever. Perhaps the delusion of his confession may have just been a dream. Or a sweet nightmare. 

“What happened?” You pondered quietly, anticipating that he’d answer your indirect question. 

“You fainted,” Nanami answered curtly. Go figure. “So I brought you to the hospital immediately.” 

You look over at him, seeing the earnesty in his face. You sucked your teeth mentally, knowing you couldn’t get mad at him over this. “Well… thank you, Nanami kacho. I’m really sorry for the trouble as well.” 

Nanami shakes his head, “it’s absolutely no trouble. ‘M just glad you’re awake and well. The doctors were able to calm down that fever pretty quickly, and they simply said you needed more water and rest.” 

You nod slowly, “work has been doing a number on me. I might schedule a vacation after the holiday, if that’s alright with you, kacho.” 

Nanami, through an annoyed sigh from how you’re addressing him, gives a reluctant nod, “you’ve been working hard this last year. Consider it approved.” 

“Thank you,” you let out. 

After a moment of silence, Nanami leans forward in his chair, anxious thumbs twiddling around one another. “Y/N, if I may ask… do you remember anything prior to you going unconscious?” 

You stare at him pensively, trying to recall memories in his brown eyes. “I remember you coming over with vegetables,” you begin, “and then you were making me soup– oh my god, the soup! Did you–!” 

“It’s completely off, don’t worry,” Nanami reassures you. You quickly hold your chest, the sudden panic making your heart go off. “Anything else?” 

He was trying to itch it out of you. “I believe that was it,” you say quickly, “everything else… I think it was just in my head.” 

“Like a dream?” Nanami continues. 

You nod, “it must have been. The last thing I remember is us on the couch, and you telling me something…” Your cheeks go warm again. 

Nanami’s eyes narrow on your expression, curious as to what caused it. “Do you remember what I said?” 

Your eyes dart at him, your nerves collecting. You had much more energy than before, sure, but that doesn’t neglect how lightheaded you were from everything. “Um,” you hesitate. You didn’t want to bring it up and embarrass yourself more than you already have. First 2 rejections, and now having to recount something that you were very confident did not happen. “Well, in my mind… I think you were trying to confess to me.” 

Nanami nods, “I wasn’t trying to; I did.” 

You blink a few times, your mind going blank. Mindlessly, you pinched your forearm, letting out a pained hiss. Nanami quickly holds your damage-dealing hand and looks at you puzzled. “Sorry,” you begin quietly, “I sort of lost my mind there. Sorry to ask you to repeat yourself, but can you say that one more time for me?” 

“You were not dreaming, Y/N,” Nanami says forwardly, “I like you.” 

The words were golden, but they didn’t reflect with that metallic shine. Your heart jumped for joy, but it was tied down with light weights. This confession, his words… it didn’t quite feel right. Not that you have experience being confessed to, but this didn’t feel like in the dramas you binged at 1 A.M. 

You squint at him, skepticism drowning the air. You adjust yourself, facing him as best as you could with the most serious look on your face. Even Nanami looked surprised at your sudden change. “Nanami, you like me?” 

Nanami looks at you, feeling as though this was a test, “yes…?” 

“Why?” You asked combatively. 

But this is a dream come true, no? To be confessed to, to have feelings reciprocated by the man you like and admire so much. To hear him say, ‘I like you,’ and happily begin to date. It was what you wanted, right before your very eyes. But… it didn’t feel as dreamy as it did in your head. He had rejected you twice– what change of heart could a man possibly have so quickly?

“Why do I like you?” Nanami reiterates. You nod. “Well, as you pointed out before, it is not shocking for coworkers to get along so well that they become romantically affiliated.” 

“Nanami, that’s in general,” your tongue sharply starts, “with that logic, you could have liked any person you have worked with in the past. My question is why do you specifically like me?” 

Nanami’s cheeks hold a peach hue, with a lump in his throat. In this space, with your aura, it felt like an interrogation. Your eyes burned into his soul, and he knew no doctor here could relieve him of such intensity. “W-well, firstly, your eye for detail and how meticulous you are in your work is definitely one reason.” 

“Sure,” you hum, unconvinced, “anything else?” 

Nanami starts to feel cold, “and, I appreciate that you listen to instructions exactly the way it’s told. You even exceed my expectations and do more than what I tell you.” 

“Nanami, I’m sorry,” you tilt your head like a confused dog, “are you trying to tell me that you like me because I do good work?” 

“W-well,” Nanami tries to keep his cool, looking down shamefully at his hands. “I’ve never liked someone before. So, forgive me if my standards are… unique.” 

“They are unique, I can give you that,” you begin, disappointment laced in your words, “but with what you’re saying… It means that I’m not really unique.” 

“That’s simply not true,” Nanami immediately tries to disagree, but you bring him to a complete halt. You raise your hand to him, shutting him up silently. Putting your hand down, you look at him with a sheepish smile. 

“Nanami,” you say before letting out a deep, exhausted sigh. “Don’t feel obligated to like me as an attempt to restore how we once were with one another. It’s adding insult to injury, and you don’t have to do that to yourself, either.” 

His face goes pale, “but I do like you.” 

“So why didn’t you say so before?” 

“I already told you; I didn’t realize before,” Nanami’s hands hold onto the corner of your bed, his fingers desperately denting into the barely-foamed mattress. 

“So… you didn’t know you liked me,” you began slowly, “and conveniently, you realized you like right after breaking my heart. Am I right?” 

“Y/N, you’re taking this out of proportion,” Nanami hums. He quickly adjusts the surrounding curtains, closing all the gaps to mimic some sort of privacy. Taking a seat once more, he looks over to you and raises his eyebrows. “I would never pretend to like someone in order to spare their feelings. That would be a waste of my time.” 

“But you like me for lame reasons,” you huff quietly, “you like that I’m a really good assistant to you. That I do my job well, that I don’t require more than a simple instruction. I’m useful, convenient. You like me because I’m doing you a service that you’re literally paying me for.” 

“That’s not true,” Nanami counters, “I refused every single assistant until you.” 

“Because you’ve eavesdropped and practically did your research on me,” you pointed out. Oh, how eavesdropping got us here…

“You know exactly how I am, Y/N,” Nanami argues quietly. He sits back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest. “I do not accept anything less than what should be standard. You exceed that standard, and I’ve had no regrets accepting you as my assistant.” 

“If your big reason for liking me is because of the way I work, then I’m not interested,” you reply briefly. “You know nothing else about me besides my work ethic, which is only one part of me.” 

Nanami looks at you, uncertain what else to say. You had your arms crossed above your own chest, looking distantly into the cold night. He was taken aback by your cold, avoidant demeanor. It was almost like you didn’t want to accept the reality. But, Nanami had a strong feeling that pressing it would make you shell up even more. 

“Let’s be forward with one another,” Nanami says in a low tone. “We seem to go in this back and forth that’s a bit confusing. Why are you upset with me? We… now share the same sentiment.” 

You look over at him, seeing the woe and worry in his eyes. You couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt in your heart. But you have to remember that your feelings were hurt first. You did the confessing, you took the rejection(s), and you did all the crying. Just because he was saying the things you wanted to hear doesn’t mean it was well timed. 

“I don’t accept your confession,” you say simply. “If you didn’t realize you had feelings for me, that means there was a chance where you would have never realized it, and all this would have never happened.” 

Nanami looks into your eyes, confidence standing its ground but wavering. He didn't know what to do. Though he knew he liked you, the points you brought up were irrefutable. Though he found you to be beautiful, and appreciated your thoughtfulness, he knew nothing about you or your past. And, with how defensive you now were, Nanami wasn’t too sure that he’d be able to delve into you like a swimmer diving in water. 

But, he will absolutely traverse your waters, one way or another. Afterall, he’s a businessman.

“Then what is your offer?” Nanami begins, weaving his fingers between one another. He leaned into you, his head going over the gurney fencing. 

“My offer?” You ask, a reticence on your tongue. 

“You’re my woman of trade,” Nanami explains, “so, how much time do I have to persuade you that I like you?” 

You feel your cheeks burn, “eh?” 

“Give me an amount of time to convince you,” Nanami repeats himself, conviction being repaired in his words. “However long it takes, I’ll make it happen. I’ll make us happen.” 

You immediately shake your head, “no.” 

“Please?” Please? You raised your eyebrows, looking at Nanami. His usual empty scowl was softened, his hazel eyes shining like dew. You could tell he was at his wits end, unsure what else he could do. 

As he silently pleaded, you felt a vibration sound on the table where your water bottle is. You look over, noticing your phone case. He follows your eyes and passes the phone to you. Quickly checking it, you casually skimmed an email notification and let out a curt sigh. You lift your head, and meet his eyes once more. 

“You have until the end of the Holiday Party,” you offer simply, “but nothing dramatic or theatrical.” 

Nanami stares at you, seeing if you were kidding or taking back your words. But you sat solemn. He nods, licking his bottom lip quickly to keep him from smiling. He brings his hand to you. 

“Deal?” He says firmly. It felt like he was working, and for a moment even you were worried. Though you were confident in Nanami’s lack of sensibility, you couldn’t deny his businessman tactics and mind.

You slowly place your hand in his, and you feel him gently squeeze your hand. “D-deal.” 

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[downtoplaybass]

>yeah... i think in pretty much any other timeline im doing that. i came pretty close to going to kamikou instead of miya for a miriyad of reasons and uh... little embarrassing but i was very opposed to speaking to any of my now-girlfriends at the time. self-isolating due to guilt or whatever the therapist said. two or three minor descicion changes and im spending all my time on vivid street.either that or id be an idol... not the biggest fan of that one, given how its fucked up shizuku mentally, but logically it makes sense. kiratani told me about how they scouted her and taught her to get rid of her resting bitch face; they tried to scout me as shizukus sister and theyd probably do something similar with me. i dunno.

ahh, i see... but if being an idol didnt flip you up the way it did to haruka and shizuku, would you try it? Do you think you would be happier if you'd went to kamikou instead? you dont have to answer these!! ooh, but i do have one question! if kamikou and miya became one big big big school with ALLLLLL your friends in it, would you attend that school?

— 🎐

uh, i dunno. i think a big part of being an idol, living that idol life, is the getting fucked mentally. im also not exactly the most flowery person or whatever. id probably get written off as a tomboy or be the "guy's girl" in a otherwise all-boy unit which isnt exactly something id enjoy all too much. im pretty sure someone tried to do the same thing to momoi-san, and she flipped out and quit on the spot. but then again, i might be more okay with that than regular idol stuff, yknow? and... sakis a big fan of idols. thinking back to how i was then... kinda feels bad to admit it, but i wouldve done pretty much anything to make the three of them jealous.

im not really sure how to quantify happiness. at first? yeah, i probably wouldve been better off at kamikou. avoiding people has always been my go-to solution but in the long run im probably better off where i am. it took those three to convince me to deal with emotions in a healthy way and i stil aquise that smashing a guitar is a healthy way to deal with emotions but apparently its "violent and rage-induced" or something. and would i have a sekai if id never made up properly with them? it took meiko and len to get me to open up properly to shizuku and get us to where we are now. i thought i was fine with it but it honestly took a lot of late-night chats with luka to come to terms with the fact im gay. but on the other hand... ive seen vocaloids from a sekai belonging to vivid bad squad on here, and one that i thinks from sakis brothers theater troop. its not all that unlikely that i would end up with another sekai with a different group. theres always the chance i dont do anything to do with music and end up depressed or whatever but i really cant see that happening i think id just make depressed bass music. maybe miku doesnt like depressed music idk. this feels really wrong to say (especially given im dating the other members of my sekai) but i honestly would like to see those other timelines and sekais. is this the best timeline? is there a version of this where im replaced with someone else? is there a timeline where i went to standout properly? is this maybe the worst timeline and im scraping the bottom of the barrel? is there a timeline where imin the grand prix instead of onii-chan? theres a lot of questions to be had.

all i really know is i want to work with music. there isnt a timeline where i measure up to shizuku or dad in that regard. im pretty sure id always have a fragment sekai at least. i think meiko once said that my guilt and regret was on the verge of forming its own sekai, so thats... something. especially if i went to kamikou. that wouldve been an emotional shitshow. basically, i dont know shit.

[joe-juice2]

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That’s still not JK’s fault at all. Also Marmalade was made long before that other stuff about Camila came out. Trying to find an “I got you” on JK so you can all excuse JQs behavior is weird.

JQ could have done a simple Google search before attaching himself to that project. I’m sure he’s a fan of BEE and knows exactly what kind of person he is, which is really nasty.

Yall calling me weird and calling jq fans weird when you are the weird ones trying to find something against jq. Couldnt jk do a google search to find out what his co-stars did? Can you ask the same questions you are asking me to yourself and answer them?

Look im not even dragging jk, i love jk since the first season came out so dont try to tell me im defending jq and dragging jk because thats not what im doing. Im just saying what you are falsely accusing jq because if you think about logically its really the same thing you cant actually convince me otherwise

[sugar-and-spite]

hey i hope this isnt weird with me being a total stranger but i saw your post in the tag about ocd + adhd and not knowing if that’s a Thing and i just thought i would send you my two cents, since ocd + adhd is apparently exactly what i have! in my case i got diagnosed w/ ocd first and then adhd (inattentive type) a year later. i know chances of misdiagnoses are very high from what i have read and talks ive had with both my ocd and adhd specialists, particularly misdiagnosing ocd as hyperactive adhd. but i really can tell you that i definitely definitely have both. i can read about either one, about the unique symptoms/experiences with technically no overlap, and just go “exactly exactly exactly” every line. adhd meds work wonders for helping me feel grounded and focused but does nothing to control my compulsions, while ocd therapy has been so effective for overcoming some of my obsessions but does nothing to mitigate hyperfixations, etc. it feels like i kind of have otherwise textbook cases of both, except for the fact that i just happen to have them together (ain’t life fun)

speaking completely from my own experiences, i will say my adhd tendencies and my ocd tendencies usually feel pretty separate. i would describe it spending most of the day dealing with adhd stuff with ocd moments peppered in lol. but i feel they do interact in some ways. certainly my adhd makes my worst ocd compulsions more difficult to deal with because it can overlap with bouts of hyperfocus that makes it VERY hard to stop. my adhd also makes erp therapy plans (i.e. exposure-response prevention, standard ocd treatment) harder to stick to consistently due to executive dysfunction, plus my weird rotation of more minor ocd obsessions and compulsions that come and go at varying levels of intensity almost like hyperfixations. my ocd in turn affects my adhd hyperfixations by making my engagement with them a bit compulsive at times. basically it feels like adhd and ocd are two little guys in my brain pointing at each other saying “i can make them worse” lol

obviously i cant diagnose you over a tumblr ask or at all nsgshshs im not a professional myself or anything, i also don’t know if this will even sound relatable because adhd can present soo differently and ocd can entail so many different kinds of obsessions and compulsions but i thought it might help to share my experience at least in case it’s at all helpful. good luck and stay well out there!

thank you so much for this!! honestly hearing from other people has been the most helpful thing for me with this, my brain has been trying to convince me that i can't possibly have these issues, and it's harder for that to make sense when i hear so many people saying they deal with the same stuff lol

i totally understand what you're saying abt them making each other worse - i feel like some of my obsessions have stemmed from forgetting things due to adhd, and then overcompensating and becoming obsessive over not forgetting. i also have BFRBs (body focused repetitive behaviors - skin picking in my case, but hair pulling is also common) and i've read that those are common with both adhd and ocd. i was on stimulants for a while for my adhd and fatigue, and while they helped those issues immensely, they didn't really help the picking at all, so i wonder if that's because stimulants don't usually help ocd?

anyway, this isn't weird at all and i really appreciate hearing other people's perspectives 💖 it makes me feel like i'm less alone in my brainweirdness!

[aestheticallypants]

Convince me these aren’t all exactly the same

Feel free to add on. I’d like to see how far this goes

[thithesandofferings]

:::Virgin Killers:::

::CHARACTERS:: Cloud. Sephiroth. Reno. Angeal.

::T.W:: 18+ MDNI. GN! reader Slight coercion (cause they know wtf they doing). Corruption kink. Morally ambiguous lol. little mention of Zack. Daddy kink mention- because its angeal and i-

::AN:: This was on the rise for a minute. I just kinda wanted our heroes to be a little...less so. I had a good time.

:::Cloud:::

Unsuspecting in his endeavors. No one thinks Cloud is "that kind of guy." Likes to use his "brokeness" as an excuse to get into pants of the people that can "save him". Doesn't convince you otherwise. Always gets them a little too drunk, pretends to be a little too vulnerable- pressing out the same spiel of his familial death and his inability to grasp emotions. With a tear or two, he has you hooked too. Bringing you on his lap so he can press kisses into your neck, making sure his tears drag against heated skin for added effect. When the whimpers and sighs get to much, he'll make sure to look at you forlornly. Bright blue eyes with unshed tears asking if you can take the pain away- just for a little while. And who are you to say no to someone whos been through it all. So it doesn't really occur to you, three fingers deep and shuddering into his blonde hair- that maybe he does this to everyone. That he doesn't call you by name when he has you by the waist and he's fucking his hips into you, digging into that spot that makes you start to cry in pleasure. Or even when he whispers "thank you" when he kisses down your spine as he fucks you into the bed, that maybe those words may not mean anything. If it does…well he's not letting you know for awhile. "Come on just one finger, you can take it right? Feel good for me too please?". He thinks that maybe Zack will like this one. He always liked Clouds sloppy seconds.

:::Genesis:::

You think you're funny- you know exactly who he is and what he does. Takes pretty little things like you and politely ruins their lives. But you're playing a game, dancing around and teasing him just so his teeth can ache for a sweet thing like you. One of his little groupies. Initiations and all that. He knows that his little faithful group has to go through a "process", where they have to be in contact with him, even for five seconds to be able to join his loyal fan club. And oh, cute thing you are, you're determined to not just have a 30 second conversation gushing about how much you love "Loveless". And god does the bratty ones always make his hands itch. You've blackmailed him, saying you know what you do with some of the new recruits. And you want that. You want everything. And now aren't you just a greedy thing? Genesis can only grin and huff out a laughter because now that cocky smirk of yours is gone. He's fucked it out of you properly he thinks. Pulling your hips back because- awww are you running? Its too big now? You cant take it? He's just being kind and giving you what you asked for. He was even nice enough to fuck your throat first. Doesn't matter if he's rocking his hips into you a little harder than necessary, or that he's holding your neck down so you don't move and you takes what he gives you. It has him hissing because- shit he loves how tight virgin holes are. Untouched and he just wants to mold his cock around that bratty fuckhole.

:::Sephiroth:::

He wants to feel dirty for using his fame. He does. But it seems to fade away when he slides his cock into another conquest. The chase is always so much fun. How absolute intimidated they look- especially when he gets really close. You're no better, the thought of having The Sephiroth wrecking your insides has you clenching your thighs. And oh was the chase fun. He likes little coy and shy ones- well at least you're acting that way. He can smell how much you want him. Blatantly lying to his face about not liking him and even trying to push him away. But he'll tire of the game, just as he always does, laying ownership over you-if only just for a few hours. First orgasms are always so sweet and he's so addicted. But he likes the fourth, the exhaustion and the bewildered look on you face when you don't think you can come anymore. And now that just wont do. You wanted to play and so you'll play. Doesn't matter if he hasn't fucked you yet, the way you shakily ride his fingers and tongue is enough to get even him to come. Your hips stuttering, not sure where to go or even to place your hands, that's ok he'll help you. Guide you and tell you how good you're doing. He's not giving you his cock, no matter how much you beg. He wants another chance at that pretty hole of yours later. Wants you addicted to him. Plus- he's not trying to break his new toy again.

:::Reno:::

The "I-i've never done this before" Never fails to get his cock immediately hard and rearing to go. There's a threadbare layer of restraint he has when you look up at him all doe-eyed and biting lips as you explain no person has ever touched you. Has to laugh away the hunger when you ask if he can do it. Of course he'll do it. He can deal with the consequences later. But he loves to see your face fall when he says a simple "hm. nope" Making sure to pop the "p". And now your indignant and embarrassed and ah- he really cant hold back anymore. Thinks you're so cute when you shyly cover your face and whine when he slowly fucks into you. He likes to intentionally go too slow so that little things like you can beg him to go faster. The power rush he feels when he does and makes you choke on your plea and seeing your expression change makes him go absolutely feral. Rutting into you, holding your hands above your head so he can see your face, so you cant run from him. He loves the lewd noises your unused hole makes when it feels good. "Come on now, listen, your holes talking to me, saying it feels good- shhh you gotta be quiet so I can hear more" He likes that he can get away with incredibly nasty things that he wouldn't normally get away with. He just likes the uncertainty that crosses your features- because are you supposed to do this? He'll make sure to slide his hips a certain direction so he can hit the spongey spot that makes you see stars and has you forgetting whatever you were even thinking.

:::Angeal:::

His moral ground stands high. He is the one that is the most unsuspecting. Everyone thinks he's a virgin himself. He neither encourages it or denies it. But even he is weak to wiles of the inexperienced. Giving it up to reason as to "save you". That if anyone is going to teach you, well he'd be the best person. And maybe he's thought the same thing to hundreds similar to you, but for right now- lets not talk about them. You're special, he wants to take care of you. Wants you to feel comfortable and ease you into it. Asks if you're ok at least 82 times, as if he cant tell by your expression when he works a finger open. Kisses down your body when you whine at the twinge of pain. Its really to hide his own facial expression of glee at achieving another conquest. Cockwarms you to get used to feeling the shape of his cock, knowing that he's a little bigger than most- the satisfaction that no one will fill you like he does has him thrusting a little inside of you. Your pinched expression and huffing breath has him twitching and leaking. He's shameless enough to look at you when you feel him. Knows he's not embarrassed at all. Praising you with enough words that it forces you to move a little. He's patient, he knows it hurts- even if thats the part that gets him off. Makes him harder when you grab his shoulders and say how much you need him. Need him to help you move. He goes blank then and when he suddenly blinks- he has you in a mating press and you've come twice already. You're absolutely leaking with it now and you're begging him to come. Of course he'll give you his come. Makes sure to always come inside, even when you're hiccupping and wiggling away- "shhh its ok. Let daddy make you feel good- i'll take care of you."

Keke~

[thunderheadfred]

🦈Kirishima HC’s🦈

Absolutely no one asked for this i just like him a lot

He’s an adult in all of these. 20s-30s at least. Some NSFW because I’m a big perv. Minors do not interact. Shoo.

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General:

He is in the dictionary under Himbo, right next to Kronk.

Works part-time as a fitness instructor before making a name for himself as a pro hero. Most of his clients are middle-aged women, because he makes people feel safe. Before long, word gets around and he amasses this like. Loyal army of jacked housewives and older ladies who are his biggest possible fans. They mother-hen him like crazy.

Has a large and complicated extended family. Lots of cousins. You will never learn all their names, don’t even try. I have no idea if his parents have canon occupations but no matter what Horikoshi says, they actually own a mountain onsen. Kirishima went to the city by himself to go to middle/high school, his family is all off in the country somewhere and he gets homesick a lot but never admits it. He’s broke for a long time even after making it as a pro hero, because he sends most of his money back home.

He’s a dog dad. You cannot, WILL not convince me otherwise. Big dogs. Small dogs. Fancy dogs. Ugly dogs. He has a whole pack. He calls them all baby, sweetie, pupper, the worst and most embarrassing baby talk. Tells them about his day. All of his furniture is wrecked. He’s an active member in online dog groups, where he is careful to use a pseudonym and never show his face, but eventually people are going to figure out that Red Riot’s dogs look an awful lot like this one user’s....

He’s in a casual taiko group, always on the o-daiko. Loves participating in festivals and parades. He has never, ever, not once, worn a shirt while drumming. Probably has been gifted at least one antique taiko drum for his hero work, and he keeps it in his house but is too afraid to play it because it’s scary valuable “uhh it’s definitely haunted”

Regularly goes out drinking. Socially and responsibly, like clockwork, always with the same people. He’s a goddamned lightweight, and no one understands why. Will mope if he has to miss a night out at the izakaya.

So he’s clean, but sloppy. House looks like a tornado ripped through it, and nothing he owns matches. Not a single thing. I mentioned the dogs.

Will absolutely use “manly” as a replacement for “awesome,” and will constantly tell you how manly you are. Your actual gender is a non-issue. If you hang out with him for more than five minutes you’re manly as hell now.

He cries a lot? Sometimes it’s for show but he gets genuinely misty-eyed over the dumbest things. Do NOT show him pictures of puppies.

He’s good at braiding hair. His or yours. When his hair isn’t hardened, he likes doing all kinds of wacky stuff with it. He usually keeps it long enough for braids, ponies, buns, quirk-assisted faux-hawks, whatever. Mina has given him many bad ideas. He will definitely steal your hair bands and accessories, if you use them.

His fridge is just like, meat and beer. He will, if forced, consume perhaps one single vegetable. Unfortunately, his B.O. reflects this. God bless him - he showers and bathes daily, because he works out a lot and is just generally hygienic. But don’t ever touch his socks barehanded.

He wears the cheapest, most predictable cologne you can imagine, the kind that comes in an aerosol can and punches a hole in the ozone every time he sprays his pits. It smells stupidly good on him. How. so fucking manly. you kind of hate him for getting away with it.

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And now, the 🌶 Spicy Ones 🌶

Does not date or hook up much; wants a serious relationship.

Has a tough time getting dates, weirdly. He’s still secretly insecure, but mostly he’s got rocks for brains and never knows how to flirt. He ends up friendzoning most of the people interested in him, because he is, in fact, a little too chivalrous for his own good and can never make the first move. He’s an emotional open book, but clueless romantically. I recommend being extremely straightforward. Draw him a map if you have to.

Is afraid to kiss you too deeply because of the teeth. Will take a lot of gentle encouragement to get him comfortable, but once he knows you’re safe, he’s going to be kissing you all the time. Like, too much. People are gawking, Kiri, for God’s sake.

He radiates massive doses of husband/dad energy. Will immediately marry the hell out of you. If you are capable of and willing to have his children, you are going to get extremely pregnant. Very quickly. Not necessarily a breeding kink (though why not), he just really wants to start a family with you.

He’s Big. Just huge. Tall and broad, and also... his dick is a summit and you will need to prepare for the climb. He’s had problems in the past because no, not everybody wants ALL THAT inside them. That said, if you can handle it? Woof.

Hard as a rock is No Joke with this man. Can and WILL use his quirk on his dick. If you don’t think that’s the first thing he mastered as a teenager I dont know what to tell you. Ever used a glass dildo? Well buckle up cuz it’s like if a massive glass dildo whispered sweet nothings in your ear and held you close in big strong arms and fucked you till you cried. It’s a sometimes thing. Otherwise you’d simply pass away.

He loves your brains. Your smarts and wit are a huge turn on, and he gets a boner when you use a word he doesn’t know. He also loves fucking your brains completely out, so that you cant use any words at all.

He’s a devout church-going body-worshipper. He’s so jacked that’s it’s constantly intimidating, like, how dare you stand next to this chiseled statue of a man?! but whether you love power-lifting with him or would rather die than exercise, he’s gonna treat you like the prettiest fucking piece of cake on planet earth.

Size kink ahoy; he gets his big grabby mitts on you... and you psychologically lose three feet. Doesn’t matter how tall or small or fat or thin you are, you are getting groped, squeezed, and manhandled. You didn’t even know it was possible to get thrown around like that; always onto something soft.

Not dominant. Not unless you ask very, very nicely. had a brief pushy phase at the peak of his teenage manliness obsession, unconsciously trying to be more like Bakugou, but he quickly realized controlling people wasn’t really him. It certainly isn’t very manly. Doesn’t want any toxic masculinity in his love life, even as roleplay.

That said, he can and will be a soft dom, if that’s what you want. After some practice, he’d get pretty good at it too. But his natural sexual groove is goofy, a bit awkward. Usually finds a non-sexual excuse to touch you at first; prepare to get tickled a lot. If you sit in his lap it’s all over.

If you get dominant with him, even a little, he’s gonna turn to putty in your hands. Go ahead and boss that big dumb puppy around. Nothing turns him on like seeing you get exactly what you want.

You’ll have morning wood pressed up against your ass. Every damn day. He might hump and grope you in his sleep, moaning a little. Usually it just wears off. If you wake him up to fuck, he’ll have no idea what’s going on but will be like “hell yeah i guess this is happening”

Gives oral like a starving man. Has absolutely zero reservations, because he knows his tongue and hands can’t hurt you. Will be as loud and messy as possible. If you get embarrassed or shy about it, he’s going to mumble sweet talk directly into your junk until your teeth fall out.

He’s vocal in bed. Growly. A moaning groaning disaster. He says the sweetest, gentlest things... has the cleanest dirty talk you’ve ever heard, but tenderness filtered through his bourbon-barrel chest comes out all dark and rumbly, especially when he’s close. you feel his “I love you” in your bones

He thinks making his partner cum is the manliest thing he can do. Any orgasm is good, but if you cum untouched on his dick, he’ll be riding that high for days

[blkgirl-writing]

"Unforgettable" Sokka x Woc!reader smut

Summary: Sokka can't get a dirty image of you out of his mind.

Warnings: sexualization of the female body, because we are queens. Male masterbation, cursing.

A/n: First Sokka Smut!!! It's not quite a full smut, but it's getting there. I'm proud of this one. As in nearing the end of my binge of Atla, I keep falling deeper in live with this boy. I set up a part 2, but we shall see if it gets one. Please leave some feedback if you want another one!

Sokka couldn't get you out of his mind. The memory of your body seeping into every single thought of his. Pure intentioned or not, you ended up in the front of his brain.

Water dripped down your glowing skin, the light shining down on you like a beam of pure beauty. Water around you glimmering like gems.

You stood in the cool water just above your knees. Your fingers were tangled deep in your hair, finally taking the time to detangle the locks, hair brushing your skin as you hummed a tune he didnt know.

Sokka stood there, balancing himself on a tree, about two seconds away from biting off his bottom lip.

"Oh! Sokka. Hey." You greeted, shooting him a soft, kind smile. Thing is, you didn't bother to cover up, to sink into the water, or use your arms to cover as much as you could. No. You just looked at him, and it took all of his might to not just melt right there.

"I was just taking a bath. Did you wanna come in?" Sokka blinked, keeping his eyes on yours, not daring to look back down. You were both adults, he shouldn't feel like a schoolboy, looking at a pair of boobs for the first time. but he does. He's staring at the curve of your breasts, the valley between them, the dips of your hips. You're fully enchanting him.

"I uh...just...I should get back to the camp. I just got a bit lost. I'm sorry. Keep uh, doing your thing. No hurry. Take your time-" and just like that, he was off, leaving you alone in the pond.

Fuck. He was rock hard. Shit.

Fucking dumbass. You had invited him in with you, clearly. But you were also his friend, and he didn't think you saw him like...that. sure, you were the adults of the group, and had always had something, but sokka couldn't fully accept the idea of the two of you. At least, until he saw you naked.

Everything shifted. The rest of the day, he kept to himself. Fingers seeming to always fiddle with his boomerang, or sharpen his blade. He couldn't keep still for the life of him, and it wasnt like it went unnoticed. Toph told him to fuck off, Katara asked him if he was okay. He needed to blow off some steam. And some fighting practice just wasnt gonna do it.

Sokka was the last one to go to his tent, waiting until the moon was well into the sky, and everyone was sound asleep.

He settled himself in hid tent, propping himself up slightly with a pillow. He could see the outline of his erection through his pants, practically begging for attention. It had almost gotten painful. Sokka eagerly pushed down the fabric to his thighs. His dick already leaking precum down the swollen tip.

His hand trailed down his stomach, slowly wrapping his fingers around his cock, gently taking himself in his hand, pumping himself just enough to release some of the pressure of the day.

Sokka didn't try to suppress the desire anymore, letting his imagination go wild, dreams that he never admitted to.

He imagined your fingers working at his dick rather than his own hand, your lips wrapped around the top, staring at him as you worked your way to deepthroating him. Cheeks hollowd around his cock, his hands weaving through your hair, grasping for his dear life.

Your body, burned into his mind. The fight practices you had together, when sweat dripped down your skin, hair messy and coming out of your braids. How your lips parted as you heaved in breaths. The way you licked your lips, bit them when concentrating.

"Y/n! Fuck, yes!" His voice came out far, far louder than intended. His free hand went to cover his mouth, but he didn't stop pumping. He was so, so close, he couldn't stop now. He would hear if someone came near. The vision of you in his mind started to blur, eyes nearly rolling back into his head from the pleasure.

"Hey, sokka-Oh"

you stood still at the opening of the tent, eyes wide, completely unable to look away from the scene in front of you. It had just...happened so fast. One second you hear a strangled moan and sokka shouting your name, the next you see him with his cock in his hand, cum dripping down his fingers, some splattered on his stomach. No, it was far too good to keep your eyes off of. His face was a but flushed, a thin veil of sweat on his skin. Splayed out like a god in a sculpture.

"I uh-" Sokka stuttered, looking around for something, anything, to cover his crotch with.

"I thought I heard my name and-" you blinked, lips parted, heavy, deep breathes being the only thing from keeping you from passing out. The air was thick, warm, sweaty, it smelled overwhelmingly of sex.

"Look, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt anything-you just keep, uh, having fun." It was a sorry excuse to leave, but you did. Quickly stepping back and turning around. Letting out a deep, long, haggled breath.

"Wait! One second, fuck-" Sokkas voice came through the canvas, sounds of him stumbling around clear in the otherwise calm, quiet night.

"I didn't mean to say your name, I swear, it just slipped out and it sounded quieter than I thought-"

"It's okay, really, I don't mind at all." It came out much, much more...needy, than you'd wanted. This wasn't exactly how you'd imagined telling sokka that you found him attractive (usually, they ended with some sort of rejection, even in dreams.) You were just...a bit stunned. Trying to convince yourself that it really was a mistake, acting like this had been the first time he had said it. But, the few times you had to share a bed, or slept in close quarters, you heard the same thing, and that wasn't something you could just brush away.

"Oh." Sokka sighed, like a weight was lifted from his shoulders. But, only one of many. His shoulders were still tense, jaw still clenched.

"Sokka, I really don't want you to feel bad for what you were doing." You reached for his hand, just brushing your own with his, making sure he knew you were there, and it was okay, more than okay.

"I'm a fucking perv, that's what I am." He muttered, eyes glued to the floor. You could almost hear his brain overheating.

"No! No, it's natural to get yourself off-"

"Fucking hell," sokka really, truly wanted to die. Right there and then. Life no longer worth living, at least not after this.

"It's not as bad as you think, sokka." Your voice was soft, trying to be as comforting as possible, for you and sokka. You were so glad sokka wasn't able to look at you, cause your pure lust and neediness was crystal clear on your face.

"How?" He wanted nothing more than to apologize and curl up into a ball.

"Because I liked hearing you say my name like that." He never understood how you could say the most intense things with such ease. The weight of the words crystal clear, yet almost hummed.

"Say that again," It was dumb, but, he wanted to hear you say it again. He needed you to.

"Because I thought you saying my name like that was a dream come true." You smiled, gaze settling to the stars above, just for a bit of release. To make confessing a bit easier. "I loved it when you moaned my name."

"Wh..."

"Sokka, use your words."

"I was using words!" Sokka shot back.

"Were you thinking of me when you were masterbating?" You almost choked on the words, feeling yourself cringe at how it came out. Almost desperate. Needing him to say yes. Pleading that the dream last a bit longer.

"Yeah," Sokka breathed in deep, exhaling a somewhat shakey breath. "you're just so hot and sexy and seeing you today made me crazy. I mean, youre just so out of my league, and I couldn't get you out of my head. You drive me crazy, y/n, everything about you. Your body, your voice...sorry, was that too far?"

"Sokka, I've wanted to fuck you since the day I met you." You laughed, resisting the string urge to roll your eyes at his pure ignorance. "We both know we've been dancing around our tension. I cant count the amount of times I went to bed all hot and bothered and dreamed about you."

"So...you find me fuckable, and you've had wet dreams about me?"

"Gods have mercy, Sokka, you're the most handsome man I've ever met, and you know it."

"Of course I do." His hands settled on his hips, a small, cocky grin on his lips. His brain was going again, but this time, on the autopilot you loved. When he was at his most confident.

"You're so fucking beautiful." Sokka turned to you, testing out the waters a bit, he placed his hand on your lower back, pulling you slightly closer to him.

"Sokka, if you don't kiss me right now-"

"Then what? What will you do?"

"I dunno... fuck you or something."

"Now I'm thinking otherwi-" you cut him off with your lips, pressing lightly on his soft ones, grasping at the back of his hair, anything to get him closer to you. His hand wandered down, grasping at your skin, pulling your hips towards his desperately.

"Wanna go into my tent?"

"I would be crazy if I said no."

[fandomfixationstation]

Warning: mention of death of a loved one.

Todays concept is MC gets a call that like their parental figure has died one way or another and this upsets them greatly because one, they aren’t there to help with anything two, the only people there to do anything are their siblings three, they considered said parent a angel or a blessing by god (optional/bonus points if said parents name means angel-)  They don’t say anything at first though they seem rather angry and now one can figure out why. then they hide and have a mental breakdown to cry in hopefully but unlikely peace.  now I shall write the response headcanons / scenarios or whatever I will do Update: well I didn’t write a scenario / short story bit for all of them because i ran out of energy to do so and then i never went back to it, though if anyone begs or askes nicely I could in theory maybe work something out. this was something self indulgent and was something i wrote to really get me out of a bad headspace.  Lucifer

He is the first one to realize something is wrong, especially if they aren’t a very angry person. 

probably doesn’t get to ask about what is going on because he is forced to deal with something else and rather quickly

though when people start inquiring where they went after lunch, finding it unlikely that they would randomly choose to skip class or something he makes his goal to find them.

Probably doesn’t take him long to find them after he starts looking. gets it in the first three guesses of where they are hiding.

“why are you hiding here with Cerberus?” Lucifer said with a bit of amusement. he figured he would find them here with his dog. just not curled up and cuddling. 

“wouldn’t you like to know” was all they uttered out, having no real energy to argue, or fight. though it was clear they had been crying their eyes out. 

“well something is clearly upsetting you, why not talk about it. nobody else is here to listen in” Lucifer offers to lend an ear to listen to their problems. he was also hoping that by doing so he could get to the root of the problem and deal with it. expecting that he was going to have to knock one of his brothers into line again. 

“I just received some bad news. that’s all. also, I’ll be otherwise located Friday, so like, don’t worry if I’m not around on Friday, I will be back like Saturday, so there is that” They explain, clearly not wanting to get into the details of the so called bad news.  

“otherwise located?” Lucifer inquired as to what the hell they meant by that. 

“yeah, um, I will be visiting - visiting the human world for the day.” visiting might not be the word they were looking for but it was the word they went with nonetheless. 

“your visiting the human world?” Lucifer was surprised to say the least. especially considering he wasn’t hearing about this till now. 

“yeah, i was talking to Diavolo not long ago to make sure it was alright” with a sigh the were back to melting into the side of the dog. 

“normally you are excited to visit the human world, what happened” lucifer wanted to get to the root of the misery they were feeling and he wasn’t gonna sweep this under the rug.

“for fuck sakes, you really aren’t gonna leave me alone till I say it huh? my parent fucking died. are you fucking happy, lucifer? Jesus Christ.” doing everything in their power to hold back a second wave of tears as they add on “my blessing of a parent died. can we drop the topic now?” they said clearly not wanting to hear anything come out of lucifer's mouth as they hardly give him the chance to speak. 

“ah, I see, my condolences” Lucifer was trying to figure out what to say at the same time he was trying to figure out how to cheer them up or at least make them more comfortable. “do you want some Kleenex? how about some water?” lucifer inquired simply.

“water would be nice.” they let out a sigh. 

“im sure your parent was a lovely person. I think it is safe to assume that they’ll end up somewhere where they are safe and happy” Lucifer states simply as he holds a hand out to them to help them to their feet.

“I have no doubts about it. so you don’t need to tell me twice. it just. . . hurts” They says rather quietly. Accepting lucifer’s hand and pulling themself to their feet. 

”go take a seat in my office, no one will bother you in there. I’ll join you soon enough with your glass of water.”  Mammon

This man probably thinks he did something wrong, spends half the day trying to figure out what he did

if its not that he is trying to figure out who pissed them off and who he should be yelling at.

he hates to admit it but he doesn’t like seeing them angry or upset. 

is probably gonna be first to realize that they slipped of to somewhere and start trying to find them right away. 

after checking a few other areas, Mammon finally considers they might have just gone home to hide. knocking on their door and slowly opening it mammon calls out into the room “Oi, human are you in here?”. 

“Go away Mammon” they were heard but very muffled as they had encased themselves in several blankets, clearly sounding like they were crying. unless they choose to eat gravel or something. 

“what’s got you so bumbed out?” Mammon said fully entering the room now know that they were in the room and completely ignoring their request to go away. 

“I said go away, I don’t want to talk about it” They said pulling the pillow to their head in hopes to block out more of the world. so that they didn’t have to look up and face the fact they were a hot mess. so mammon didn’t have to see them like this.

“no! the great mammon isn’t leaving till you say what's bothering you! that way I can fix it for you!” Mammon declared boldly. goofy grin on his face hoping that his optimism would help cheer them up. 

“you can’t fix this. you cant bring back the dead. well unless you use necromancy, but. that's never worked out” They had let out a dry laugh for saying all of this. but now they were holding back tears trying to not cry their heart out for a second time.

“oh human...” Mammon was at a loss of words, though to be fair he didn’t get the time to form a full sentence. 

“I’ll never get them back. they were practically an angel” they sniffled, trying to not sob. “my parent died mammon. what the fuck am I going to do?” they didn’t really expect an answer from mammon. 

“Listen here, the great mammon will deal with all the technical talk, and will make sure you can go to the human world long enough for you to do what you need to. but till then and maybe after, I’ll be here for you.” mammon explained simply. 

after letting out a chocked sob they reached out a hand and grabbed onto mammon's arm. “thank you” they sobbed out. mammon just sat there and patted the blanket pile gently trying to give as much comfort as he could. 

“do you want a hug?”

“please-”

Leviathan

since he hides away and does online classes (Correct me if im wrong) he might not even realize something is going on

unless he messages them and doesn’t get a response. 

will ask if the others have seen them and like will try to figure out where they were last seen.

eventually puzzles together that something is wrong and he should look for them

Satan

He although wrathful himself, isn’t able to see through the anger and might be a little annoyed about them for being so.

though he does understand that there is probably a reason for them being upset. he’ll do his best to figure out what caused them to act this way.

he’s stubborn and straight forward, he’ll probably be direct and ask what is wrong and wont leave till he gets an answer.

or he might occasionally bring it up and keep getting updates with how their doing kind of thing.

doesn’t really have to seek for them when they hide away because he watched them slip away and got worried and followed them

Asmodeus 

he is very quick to realize something more is going on, something more than meets the eye. 

probably doesn’t directly do anything at first other than same some sugar coated words in hopes it cheers them up.

when that doesn’t work, he gets very worried and tries to convince them to do somethings to ‘take your mind off of things’ 

knows exactly where to look to find them. first try!

Beelzebub

one of two ways, he either doesn’t notice anything for the first little bit, or he has a strange feeling nagging him that something is wrong and he tries to figure out what.

once its clear that they’ve disappeared he is quick to start looking, might take a while to find them because he is gonna check everywhere to find them.

bear hugs no questions asked, will try to comfort to the best of his abilities. 

will ask them what they want to do after a while to see what he can do to make them feel better

Belphegor

tbh honest probably knows something is up right away. 

with either avoid it entirely or bluntly ask what is wrong

if he doesn’t get a direct answer or is shooed away he doesn’t have the energy to push for the truth, might be a bit annoyed.

once he hears that they have gone missing it probably wont take him long to find them. 

will sit down next to them and be like ‘now will you tell me what is wrong?’

Solomon

since he doesn’t have the same amount of time with them he may not notice at first. or he does notice ASAP because holy shit what happened why are they so mad.

might try to inquire what is wrong and like use his natural charm to try to cheer them up. 

when he hears they are lost or missing ect. he uses magic to find them as quickly as possible. 

will do a bunch of considerably silly and goofy things trying to get them to smile or laugh before trying to get them to talk about whats bothering them

Simeon 

doesn’t take him long to figure out something is wrong, just one look and he knows

but other wise, he’ll simply ask if you want to talk about it. when bluntly rejected he’ll leave them alone

they go missing during the day? maybe it was worse than he first realized, he’ll go looking for them.

will find them within the hour, maybe a half hour if he’s lucky. 

mans will try to comfort them any way he can.

_____________________________________________________________ sorry, for not doing Diavolo, luke and barbatos, i just didn’t really have the time to do them nor could i figure out how to do ones for them so like aihogdsifh sorry. but i do hope you enjoy this post nonetheless. 

[lehhoh7822]

maybe i am just a weirdo and am being a Bad Person but like

I feel like banning proship shit and starting to censor other ao3 shit is a realllllllll fucking slippery slope

like- what happens then? do we get a council that starts filtering fics? are we going to get a site split and send those writers away? is this a stepping stone to things like... censoring gore and censoring just general ships?

how do we define proshipping? i don’t want to engage with the discourse, just because then i would just die of like “every single fic I have ever read must make me a bad person ive read smut before ive definitely touched at least one problematic things before i am such a bad person” but even so, i feel like the line is more blurry than we think it is? i get the genuine idea that “proshippers believe that fiction doesn’t impact reality!!!!” but what does that translate to in a shipping part?

i look at ao3 like an archive, instead of a social media site, it’s a record of transformative works, and part of that record will be problematic ships and that type of content if that is part of the fandom, right? its not a social media site, either

i definitely get that problematic fanworks can be used for awful things and have definitely caused hurt, and i get that dldr cant apply all of the time because at all times there is going to be someone who does not tag, there is someone who uses character tags, youre new to the fandom and you don’t know to filter out things, i 100% get it

but i feel like proshipping- like as a concept, harassment does not work, or it does but in like an awful way. i would hate to think that due to one of my moral principles about something on the internet caused someone to want to harm themself, because otherwise, I really doubt that a lot of people who have already got the subcommunity that creates this content are going to be really convinced by comments telling them how morally wrong their interests are is going to change due to this

why would we change this? like... would the impact be that we just alienate this part of fandom? because in that case, if proshipping and problematic content is the worst thing in fandom, isn’t that actually worse? doesn’t that just isolate large swaths of people who might have been, in theory exploited or groomed by these communities? because i can almost 100% guarantee that this would just lead to another website or something else, getting around tags and still posting it there, etc, etc, etc. this content will not stop with suppression, I just think that it would get more isolated. if you leave a community on itself and dont engage with it other than with scorn or mocking (which is what we already do, and look what that does) it will just- there’s no sounding board, and this idea of like... they just hate us, no matter what we do, the other part of this group will just hate us- which is obviously not a good thing

alongside this, doesn’t it make the moral part worse? if you start fandom like this, and then you gotta make that transfer to general fandom, isn’t a large stigma going to develop about being a bad person, making the transition out of these communities harder? is being a proshipper an isolated identity, where if you create or consume problematic content or believe in proshipper ideologies (god that sounds fucked up), you no longer have the same engagement with regular fandom?? 

so, yeahhh. while the board changes, i think that that would be fucked up and bad, i think that would be a bad change because it would just make the problems that exist in theory worse! you have the isolated content problem and the “how?? where is the line of proshipper content” problem (ive met different people who draw the line differently so) yeah

uh not a good idea

if my language feels too neutral here, it’s because I don’t know enough about either communities to be like: oh okay this is exactly how i feel, these are the exceptions, etc, and I know enough about problematic discourse for some fandoms and thats what ive based this post on

if you want to critique and shit go for it but like there isnt really proshipper stuff i care too much about, and i dont want to do genuine discourse, this just was like opinion vomit so yeah

if thats block worthy for you (not really caring about proshippers) go for it

[khaleeseas]

accidental sugardaddy!zuko zukka au:

sokka is a man of substance - we know this - but it’s canon that he loves things

remember how excited he gets at the prospect of shopping? and he buys that dumb expensive bag and basically has a “treat yoself” moment in book 2

i’m sure it stems from growing up in a poor village where he literally had to hunt & gather his own food

and now he’s out in the world and has money and gets to go to all these big markets and it’s a huge deal for him

one of zukos love languages is ABSOLUTELY gift giving - i.e. those scenes w Mai on ember island - and you can’t convince me otherwise

so at some point, post-war + a few years into being firelord, while zuko is trying his hardest to woo sokka and sokka is being oblivious about it (boy didnt realize suki was coming onto him that one time when they were trying to get into ba sing se. the boy is Not Very Good at picking up when people are Into Him) zuko is out in the shopping district of caldera city and unthinkingly buys sokka something stupid expensive and nice

like maybe some red and blue silk robes bc now that sokka’s his ambassador he should represent both nations, right?

totally not bc sokka looks fine as hell in red and zuko wants to see sokka in his colors nope nope nope

ANYWAY sokka reacts in a way zuko never expected

like so happy so excited pretty much takes his other clothes off right there in front of zuko to put his new robes on

zuko tries and fails not to let the gay panic show on his face 

 and sokka starts to wear the robes all the time. like so much that there’s no way he’s washing them enough!

and that won’t fly

like he cant keep wearing the same robes over and over again, right?

so zuko buys him more

and keeps buying him more.

and more and more and more 

(oh god this got long more under the cut)

and eventually commissions the finest tailor in the city to make more red and blue tunics/robes/whatever 

(and makes sure he also gets sokka some sleeveless tops for more casual wear because holy fuck he’s really starting to grow into himself and his arms it’s super hot in the fire nation capital, especially for a water tribesman from the south pole)

so then he buys him a pair of incredibly expensive leather boots

because he CAN

and because knee high boots look GOOD on sokka okay?

and zuko literally cannot stop because of how excited sokka gets (and also because of how weirdly turned on zuko gets seeing sokka wearing the clothes he bought him but lets like not talk about it)  

so this continues for a while. 

and sokka is still stupid oblivious.

maybe he thinks it’s just a rich people thing. maybe he thinks zuko does this for everyone

and then one day zuko is like fuck it and brings sokka with him into the expensive, ritzy-ass caldera shopping district and the two of them have themselves a DAY. clothes, shoes, food, sweets, they even go to a spa

and they come back and zuko orders some fancy ass dinner to his room and he and sokka eat and drink wine and maybe get a little affectionate, (but that’s it)

it’s sooooo not a date! (it’s a date)

so very shortly after this sokka’s hanging w the girls while zuko’s doing important firelord things and is wearing some new threads from said shopping trip

and suki - very casually - goes “i like your shirt, your sugar daddy buy that for you?”

sokka sputters bc sugar daddy?!

“my what? - no, zuko did!”

“yeah exactly,” suki says. “your sugar daddy. zuko. zuko your sugar daddy.”

“zuko. my sugar daddy??? we arent even dating?? zuko does this kind of stuff for everyone right???”

and all the girls look at each other like “oh spirits this poor, bi, disaster of a man”

“you think he does that for everyone? hell no. he pays us very nicely i will say and does provide our kyoshi warrior/firelord guard uniforms but he does not buy us a bunch of expensive shit”

sokka looks to mai for backup bc surely he buys her nice dresses and stuff and mai’s just like “oh yeah zuko loves that kind of stuff. he did that for me when we were dating. he definitely has upped his price range for you though.”

sokka’s like O_____O 

“oh”

he straight up bursts into zuko’s chambers (his personal guard doesn’t even blink cause they think they’re dating too lol)

and what he means to ask is “are we dating?” 

but what he accidentally asks is “are you trying to be my sugar daddy”

zuko goes like beet red and sputters for a moment before squeaking out “um i was trying to be your boyfriend but i could be your sugar daddy”

and sokka knows he can be a dumbass but this is next level even for him. 

“i mean i love when you buy me stuff...but i dont want you to think you have to buy me stuff just to get me to like you. i’d still like you even if you were still a broke fugitive”

zuko says “oh 🥺 “

then they kiss

and maybe bang a little

and yes they’re boyfriends and no,zuko is resolutely not sokka’s sugar daddy thank you very much, suki

but it doesn’t mean zuko doesnt still buy sokka HELLA expensive things (and food) all the time.

sokka wants it? he gets it

(zuko is still lowkey sokka’s sugar daddy tho, let’s be real)