#you’re just being a whiner for the sake of whining

[heterochromicnachos]

Bitch, excuse me?

Trans coded means he can be SEEN as trans, but isn’t in canon. Just like characters who are Autistic-coded, but aren’t actually autistic in canon. Papyrus is an example of this, unless I missed a source from Toby fox. As an autistic person, papyrus is ABSOLUTELY autistic in my eyes, and I fully support the headcanon.

The whole thing about wanting to be a different identity is what, as far as I’m aware, is the root of transgender ideology (I apologize to my trans friends if I offended you with this statement, I’m just peeved).

The whole thing of being transgender is wanting a new identity. Being something different, what you weren’t born as, but what you WANT to be. And that’s what cross isn’t doing. Just because his reasoning (not wanting to be seen as some kind of breed of dog) doesn’t fit your perspective, that doesn’t mean you get to claim “OH JAEL IS A MORON HOW DARE SHE TRY TO BRING REPRESENTATION INTO HER SERIES OH MY GOD HOW HORRIBLE”

Also, just because you don’t agree doesn’t mean Jael’s word is correct. She just had a massive issue with her mental health because of people like you shitting on her work.

Cross is an ALLEGORY for trans folk, he is not meant to be a trans character. Jael never stated he was trans, cross never transitioned. Let me lay this out for your real quick with a Venn diagram.

While the main thing you would think of when you think of a transgender person (The change of gender and pronouns) doesn’t happen for cross, the main identity things a trans person would go though remain the same. (Misgendering, transphobia, trying to get others to accept them as who they want to be.)

Cross experiences this transphobia allegory when XPapyrus continuously Deadnames him as “Sans”. Cross tries to stay calm, but as the situation gets worse, he lashes out as one would expect one to do when being treated poorly. He yells at his brother that his name is cross, not sans. It will never again be sans, he will ALWAYS be cross.

Cross may not be transgender in the traditional, textbook sense, but his actions and portrayals give him a similar experience for many trans people to relate to. Many trans people experience transphobia, deadnaming, misgendering, and cross is someone (however fictional) for them to relate to and to compare their experiences to.

Just because cross isn’t trans doesn’t mean he isn’t representation. Papyrus isn’t autistic, yet we say he;s representation for autism, don’t we? It’s likely Jael never intended for cross to be transgender representation, hence why she says “Trans-coded”. A -coded character means they are NOT actually that trait, but are indirectly portrayed as displaying that trait. But, seeing how cross’ experiences affected her fanbase, Jael realized she had made cross into a character that could be easily seen as trans, and wanted to let her fanbase know they’re valid and loved.

The trans youth in The United States are currently in a tough, dangerous spot. With Trump’s plans to make the lives for trans folk more dangerous and significantly harder, there’s going to be a rise in suicides among trans kids. The highest number of suicides in any group is from transgender people, and they need support just as much as any person going through a hard time does. And what better way to give support than to tell the people struggling they’re valid and that their representation matters?

I really don’t care if you don’t believe Jael’s words, but you going to this length to go on a tangent about how cross isn’t trans-coded that devolves into more slander against Jael for things she fully intended to be good is a pathetic excuse of a debunk. Just say you don’t agree and keep it to yourself, there’s no reason to complain and call Jael “weird” and “gross”. People like you who said these things are who almost caused underverse to be canceled in the first place.

TLDR: Yes, yes he is transcoded. Coded means not official/canon, but can absolutely be seen that way! Cross experiences things in underverse that many trans people do, and just because his reasoning for changing his name is different doesn’t mean he’s any less of representation than papyrus is for autistic people.

[legomonkiefics]

Hello! I hope you’re doing good! I’m not sure if this has been done yet, but I got an idea for a fluff (possibly a pinch of angst?) scenario!:

Any, all or two of the traffic light trio sillies (Mei, Red Son, MK), with an s/o GN!reader that’s an experienced healer who takes care of them after a tough battle against a monster of your choosing. Maybe they have a heartfelt conversation afterwards, or during the process of patching them up, about getting themselves in danger for the sake of saving the world? 👀

Been thinking a lot about this since s5 lmao. Haven’t fully recovered yet 💀

🍜💛 Healing a Trio —🐉💚 Traffic Light Trio x GN Healer!Reader HCs 🔥❤️

Genres: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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- It had been a fight with a huge hawk demon, one that MK was pretty confident he could take, especially cause Mei could use her bike to move closer to the threat. Red Son was roped in by circumstance, begrudgingly working with the heroes to defeat the threat. The attack was a surprise, so there wasn't much the Trio was prepared to do. Once it finally ended, they were sufficiently scratched, scuffed, battered, and bruised

- The three had come to you a little hesitantly. They didn't like feeling like they were bothering you, especially because these always ended in some deep conversations about the nature of self-sacrafice and priorities. When you'd opened your door to the three and allowed them in without many questions, they filed in, MK and Mei attempting lighthearted jokes right off the bat to diffuse tension

- MK, for as much as he gets hurt, sucks at getting patched up. He hisses and writhes if the topical medicine stings, yelping and whining at the unpleasant sensations. He's a very dramatic patient, but a very talkative one as well

- He tells you about the fight, reassuring you that he already remembers the conversations you'd both had before about these things. He's not exactly happy having to sit still while getting bandaids and bandages applied, but he's obviously still proud of his victory

- He's more quiet when you're closer, focusing on the feeling of your hands on his skin, the gentle and reliable touch providing a sense of safety and warmth. He feels his heart swell seeing the determined expression you have while working, and little flutters when you occasionally banter back. This routine between you was familiar, it was comforting. He felt safe under your care

- Mei, meanwhile, is also a pretty passionate speaker, but much less of a whiner than MK. Her problems are mostly just squirming from being hyperactive and wound up on adrenaline, frequently trying to hop off of your workbench to demonstrate a move

- Your gentle chastising with Mei is unique, specifically taking time to address how she feels being on the sideline of missions these days, and having to hold things together for MK most of the time. She feels like she can have that full honesty with you, your complete confidentiality and understanding helping to hold her together

- She flirts with you more openly than the other two. Any time you're close enough, she points out something about your face to compliment. She offers to help you do small things, asking questions about your job and what kinda stuff you see outside of the Monkey Crew

- Red Son, like the others, is a talker. His ramblings are closer to ranting and raving, and outside of waving his arms or doing grand dramatic gestures, he's more still than the other two

- Conversations about his family are what come up most often, when he isn't bragging about his villainy or latest attacks on the town. More recently he's been talking a lot about working as a food vendor. It's nice to see him happy about something that doesn't come from malicious intent

- He allows himself to show past his anger and be more vulnerable with you. He's a hint softer, a little more willing to be honest and open with you. He loves your willingness to do this for them, and he tells you frequently how much he admires you and your work

- The three usually stick around for a few hours after each appointment, talking with you and telling you about everything you my have missed in their lives. They treasure their individual time with you, and Mei and MK especially try to hype you up all the time to show their thanks

- They invite you out every once in a while to have some hangouts without medicine or injury in the picture. They introduce you as a vital member of the team to others and get protective of you during battles

[maximoff-pan]

wwoioooooisisis!!! could you do something like steve is always warm and reader always has cold hands? and like reader is always trying to hold his hand and he’s like “NO SYOP YOURE CLOLD”

like last time, I shall attempt to do these as head canons, because honestly, why not?

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warning(s): do cold feet and hands count as a warning???

this is pretty fluffy and cute, and a quick little post because I’ll be working so much in the next couple weeks, so I hope you lovelies enjoy!

Steve is a touchy person by nature, it’s in his DNA

So naturally, cuddling is his always his endgame

He loves to wrap himself into you (and vice versa), just wanting to feel the warmth of your body on his, and listen as your hearts beat rhythmically together

Except…

You tend to run quite cold

While he runs on the warmer side

Okay, the very warm side

Steve’s also a bit of a whiner, opting to complain about things just for the sake of complaining

Which you find hilarious by the way

Because you’ve not had a day since you started dating where he hasn’t clung to you and gone “babeeeee” in an exasperated tone about something or other he’s bothered by, at least two or three times

So when the seasons change, and Hawkins begins to brace for the hardships of winter, you expect to hear that whining utterance increase tenfold

Because as much as Steve loves to cuddle, when it’s with him, you do too

And unfortunately for Steve, in the winter that means a lot of cold bare feet pressed up against his warm, cozy body

Which granted, isn’t your fault, but still…

Whenever you climb into bed with him, and try to wrap yourself into him, there’s a lot of:

“Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah…”

And:

“What do you think you’re doing?”

And your response is always:

“Um, cuddling.”

Like, duh???

It’s also pretty much the same deal when you go to hold his hand

“No, no, no, no, no.” He’d say. “Get those icicle hands of yours away from mine. This,” he’d gesture wildly to himself, “is a cold free zone.”

You always make grabby hands at him with a mocking pout on your face, because even though it’s true, your hands are very cold, his tone is always light full of comedy

Sometimes, when you’re feeling cheeky, you’ll reach for him on purpose, trying to get a reaction out of him

And he knows it too

“Hands off woman!” He’d say with the most stern look he can achieve, except by the end of the sentence, his face is breaking out into a giddy grin

It’s not hard to tell he’s joking, and that if you really tried/cared, he’d hold your hand at any time

Because he loves you more than he ever thought himself capable (and also because he’s a touch starved man who adores affection and intimacy — but that’s besides the point…)

So, whenever it’s on the colder side, you’ve started a tradition of bringing the both of you a pair of gloves to wear

Your first Christmas together, it was actually kind of a joke gift that you got him, and now he brings them everywhere, even when it’s warm

They’re his lucky gloves

That way, if it’s cold outside, you can hold hands whenever you want, without having to hear Steve complain about how fucking freezing your hands are

As funny as that is

And don’t think this doesn’t go the other way

Because, like mentioned earlier, Steve Harrington, runs warm

Very warm

So when the summer rolls around, and the tables are turned, you best believe you’re going to whine and complain about just how darn hot he is

And whenever you say it, you want to smack yourself

Because of course, Steve will always send you a cheeky grin and a wink, with a smug “thank you babe.”

“I am super hot aren’t I?” Is his standard line.

You groan internally and externally, every time

“Fuck off.” Your tone is full of a teasing playfulness. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

He doesn’t care — he knows you think he’s super hot anyway, despite his body also being temperature hot

It’s a win win for him really

Honestly, at this point, the complaining about each other’s tendencies to run warm or cold has become a habit that’s ingrained into you

It’s fun and light and always makes everyone around you laugh

Dustin will never admit this, but he thinks it’s just about the cutest shit he’s ever seen, and it makes his heart warm every time he sees those goddamn gloves that you got Steve for Christmas years ago

Because it’s a testament of your love for each other

Despite your flaws, despite everything, you will always find solutions to be together

As annoying as your PDA around him can be

“C’mon guys.” He’d whine mockingly. “Knock it off.”

Dustin, much like Steve is no stranger to making whining complaints. It’s a habit that has you smiling, finding a comfort in its existence

“Never.” You and Steve grin back in unison

“You know you love us Henderson.” Steve always teases

And while in the moment, he hates to, he can admit it, he loves you both more than anyone else

“Yeah yeah.” He’d wave off, turning his head back to the tv to the movie you were watching, as you and Steve snuggle on his couch. A soft smile spreads onto his face.

“Whatever.”

[untaemedqueen]

Third Wheeling

CEO!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 21.

Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage, Love

Warnings For This Chapter: Yoongi and Sera heart to heart?, Lots Of Money Thrown Around, A Surprise Guest, Suggestive Content, Crying Yoongi, Fluff

A/N: Always the biggest thanks to my babes @ladyartemesia, @xjoonchildx, @ppersonna

There is nothing Yoongi hates more than public spectacles. He really detests it.

He hates how fake people are at these events. Especially when they're looking for something to get out of them.

People use these specially coordinated events to prove how much money they have and to show how much better they are then the others attending. It's all smoke and mirrors.

But this event today is different. It's practically painful for him. For him to have to go with the leech and not you… it hurts his entire being.

You didn't speak much at breakfast. You didn't speak at lunch. He could see you practically vibrating with nervousness and it breaks his heart.

He knows you well enough now to know that yesterday won't mean a goddamn thing when you get into the thick of it. When you see the sea of rich stupid fucks -- you'll forget everything. And he can't bear to see your face when it happens.

"I love you," he tells you for the umpteenth time as he fixes his skinny black tie.

The gown that covers your body is simply breathtaking. You're breathtaking.

"I love you too, Yoongi." you whisper, turning to him.

He can hear the nervousness in your voice and it renders him almost incapable of looking at you.

"Y/N." he breathes out.

You smile at him then and he scoffs.

"Don't… Don't do that. Don't do that fake shit with me." he practically begs.

You snort gently, wrapping your arms around him. "I'm sorry. I'm trying to be positive. But it's hard."

He nods, running his hands over your belly. "I know you are, little dove. Listen, it's only one night and when it's all over I'm going to come into bed and lay with you and only you. I'm going to sleep beside my woman and my child. Alright?"

"YOONGI, LET'S GO!" Sera screams and his eyes flutter shut.

"In a few months, we won't have to be apart. Alright? We can go to these ridiculously tedious events together." he mumbles, tilting your chin up to look at him.

You hum in agreement, nodding to him. He kisses your lips passionately and it grounds you even for a moment. He loves you and you love him. That's what will get you through this evening.

"Just a few hours." you speak aloud, more for yourself than for your boyfriend.

"That's right, gorgeous. Just a few simple hours." he replies, kissing you once more.

"ARE YOU FUCKING DEAF?!"

His teeth grit as he pulls away from you and he shakes his head slowly.

"You'll be having much more fun than me I'm sure. I have to chaperone a kid all night long." he jeers and finally you smile properly.

"Ready Freddy?" Jin asks peeking into your closet.

You hum to him, watching Yoongi fix his suit jacket.

"Just remember how much I love you, hmm?" he quips, bending down to your belly.

"I love you, kiddo. I'll see you in a few hours. Don't miss daddy too much okay, I'll be around." he tells your son, kissing at your clothed stomach.

He scoffs loudly when he hears Sera scream once more. "Stupid fucking bitch," he whispers, kissing your forehead.

"Love you!" you call to him as he leaves.

"And I love you, little dove. So much so it hurts me."

"HELLO?!" Sera screams.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP LEECH. I'M COMING. GODDAMN!"

Not even the biggest limo would give Yoongi enough space from his wife.

He can barely stand to look at her. But she takes up such a large chunk of his peripheral vision and her constant huffing and puffing is irritating.

When she huffs again, he just about loses all of his sanity. "What?! Why are you stealing so much oxygen?! Jesus Christ!"

Sera turns to him, scowling at his calm demeanor. "I hate you!" she seethes.

"Same. So stop huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf." he retorts, crossing his legs.

God, he misses you.

Sera watches him pull out his wallet and she can hardly contain her scoff.

His thumb drifts over the sonogram picture and he sighs loudly, leaning back into the leather seat. He misses his son.

"Why did you take my money away?" Sera barks out.

Her grating voice makes him cringe and he feels offended to have to look away from his son's photo to have to look at her. "Because you make enough money on your own and it's time you stop leeching."

The car is riddled with tension and the driver puts up the soundproof glass between them and him. Yoongi finds it fair, he wouldn't want to listen to Sera either.

"That's my money too." Sera bickers.

Yoongi pulls out a cigar, lowering his window. You're not around and he can finally smoke just one again which will probably help with his anxiousness and anger.

"It was your money. Now it is not." he replies simply, lighting the Cuban cigar.

"You were always fine with our arrangement! I don't know what's changed!" his wife scoffs.

The CEO's eyes flutter shut. Fine? He hasn't been fine since their wedding day.

"Excuse me?" he growls, turning to look at her.

"You always seemed like you were perfectly content with us being the way we were. Now everything has changed." she says flippantly, looking down at her nails.

"I fell in love. Of course I wouldn't be happy with you beating me over the head for money and using me for status. After the night before our wedding, I've been stuck with you. You think I wanted to be in a loveless marriage?!" he chastises.

She blushes furiously, pulling her shawl tighter over her shoulders.

For fucks sake, he cannot get through this night without you. He doesn't know why he pretended he could. You're the only thing tethering him to the fucked up planet and now without you he's going to just fly away.

"Well, you never got rid of me." the actress caterwauls, folding her arms.

Yoongi begins to laugh, ashing his cigar out the window. It's a humorless, cold laugh but a laugh nonetheless.

"I couldn't get rid of you. Because you threaten people and use them for your liking so you can get what you want! You're honestly the most disgraceful, undignified thing I've ever met in my life. You're an actual fucking bloodsucker. You always bitch and complain about Y/N and how she's a 'gold digger' but my woman doesn't even want my fucking money. It's you, who always has. And that's probably the reason why Jin doesn't even fucking want you."

Ouch.

That's gonna sting.

"EXCUSE ME?!" she screeches at the top of her lungs.

It feels good for Yoongi to get all of this off his chest. It feels like the biggest relief in ages. He's always held it in so he wouldn't have to hear her incessant screams but at the end of tonight he'll get to cuddle up in bed with his woman and his growing baby and he couldn't really care any longer.

"Jin. He said you have no relationship to my grandmother because he hates the person you are, Sera. I should tell him about what you did to me the night before our wedding. That'd really make him run for the hills." Yoongi fumes.

Sera is fast, especially in the way she jumps across the whole long limo to sit beside her estranged husband.

"P-Please. Don't tell him." she stutters.

Your boyfriend snorts loudly, clamping the cigar between his teeth and looking down at the sonogram picture once more.

He rolls his eyes gently, this isn't his fight. He couldn't give a care in the world for what Sera wants. He hates her… But if she can get out of his hair…

"Maybe." he replies, shrugging his shoulders.

"Yoongi." Sera whines, grabbing for his wallet.

He takes a sharp breath through his teeth, widening his eyes at her. "Never touch my wallet. Never touch my son's pictures." he seethes, pushing himself across to the opposite seat.

Sera swallows thickly, watching his anger expand ten fold. He really loves his baby… As any father should.

"Please don't tell Jin!" she whines, gripping her clutch to her breasts.

He can sense her fear, he can practically see her shiver and it humors him.

"Why not? He already knows you're a bitch." he jeers, lowering the window.

She's an incessant whiner. Apparently when it comes to Seokjin.

"But, I don't want him to look down on me for it."

"And why not? Everyone that knows you already does?" Yoongi jeers.

What's with her being so nervous? Does Seokjin actually mean something to her?

"I want him to… see me differently." she replies, turning her nose up to her husband.

"Then change how you behave. Men don't want a fucking brat every day of their lives. All the men you liked, all the men you've had under your skirt… They didn't really like you. They just wanted your attention for a little while. You have to change yourself. That's what would make a man want you." Yoongi murmurs, throwing his cigar out the window.

"You liked me!" his wife accuses.

"That's before I knew who you actually are. You'll never get a real man if you continue on this way. You'd better make sure Seokjin knows how much you want to be with him or like him for that matter… he will leave the mansion if you don't."

Sera opens her mouth to retort but she can think of nothing. Because Yoongi is right. She's always been this way.

"We're here, Sir Min." Sera's driver announces and he hums in agreement.

"I don't know what the fuck happened to you when you were a kid Kim Sera. But be a better person." the CEO announces, gripping onto the door handle.

The constant bulbs of flashing light remind him of where he is and he groans long and low, shoving the door open.

You really don't want to do this. You struggled against Seokjin the whole way he dragged you to his car.

"If you look upset when you get there, the camera will catch it. What will you do if your son looks back at these pictures from tonight? He's going to see how sad you were, Princess." Jin chastises, pulling up to the large museum.

You're more than grateful for the black tinted windows that shroud you from the flashing lights that seem to assault from all angles.

"God, I hate pictures." you breathe out.

"Just smile and wave, you're an upcoming artist. Think of it that way. Instead of worrying about Yoongi and Sera. Okay?" your best friend asks.

That's a good idea.

"Sesame, we're going to see daddy in a few minutes. Okay?" you whisper, putting your hand to your stomach.

Jin chuckles gently, smoothing his hair down in the rear view mirror. "Good. I like that, just keep thinking about the baby above all." your best friend says finitely, opening his door.

You watch him round the car, smiling and waving handsomely to the many cameras that capture his every move. You take note of this. You can remember a time when you ran away from cameras with Leena around… Maybe you should embrace them this time.

"Okay, let's go bid on some overpriced garbage, Sesame's mom." Seokjin jeers, opening your door.

Planting your foot outside of the car, you accept your best friend's hand to help you climb out. The flashes from the cameras are positively blinding.

"Jesus," you whisper.

"Just smile and wave. Like you own the universe," Jin whispers through clenched teeth as he waves.

You take his advice, smiling and waving to the multitude of people that call for different angles of you.

"MISS THING!"

You turn quickly to the scream, a genuine smile plastering to your face. "Leena Beena!" you whine happily.

She practically throws herself out of the Bugatti she arrived in. You were so nervous about tonight that you didn't even ask who would be here, but now that both of your best friends from childhood are here you can maybe relax. Just a little bit.

"Look at you!" Leena cheers, pulling you into a tight hug.

Her hands falter to your belly and you roll your eyes at her excitement.

"My nephew is getting so big!" she coos, pulling you towards the entrance.

"Yu Leena," Taehyung calls her, getting out of the Bugatti.

"Look at her belly!" Leena calls back, stamping her feet on the ground.

You give Taehyung a small wave and he does the same, flashing a large smile.

"Come on!" your best friend cheers, pulling you into the museum.

The loud classical music that sweeps through the entire hall makes you feel as if you're at home. You know Yoongi really cherishes classical music, it was a way for him to keep calm after interacting with his parents when he was younger.

"You just stick with me the whole night!" Leena announces, hooking her arm underneath yours.

There's so many faces and so many different colors that you could practically have an overload on your senses. If Leena wasn't practically joined at your hip, you'd want to run away almost immediately.

Your eyes linger on all of the pieces on sale for auction, they're all lined up on carts with white fabric draped over them for secrecy.

"How much of my money are you going to spend?" you hear Taehyung jeer.

Your best friend clicks her teeth, grabbing a champagne glass off a tray as a waiter whizzes by.

"As much as I'd like to, Kim Taehyung." she replies, flashing him a brilliant smile.

"As you wish, my lady." he replies sweetly, winking at you for extra effect.

You find yourself giggling at their silly interactions before your eyes reach your boyfriend. Your stomach rolls at the sight of him hooking his arm around Sera's waist. He doesn't seem to be paying attention to her though, he's having a heated conversation with Jeongguk. Your heart aches at the sight, especially when Sera's hand, adorning her large engagement ring, slides over his shoulder.

To comfort yourself your hand slides below your stomach but it doesn't stop your anxiousness.

It's hard to rip your gaze away. But you only do so when someone calls your name.

"Y/N? Is that correct?"

You feel pitiful when Yoongi doesn't notice you. Like he's in his own world and he couldn't care less about anything around him.

"This is her!" Leena exclaims, turning you towards the voice.

"Y/N, this is So Kyulsoo. He's a very famous art distributor who works with upcoming artists." Taehyung notifies you.

You bow your head to him, trying to find something to smile about. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. So."

"It's me who has the honor! I saw your paintings at Luck Art Studio and I was floored at how simply gorgeous they are." Kyulsoo gushes.

The compliment makes the tips of your ears burn. It's so rare to hear compliments and want to accept them. But the man that stands before you is chic and unyielding.

"Thank you so much, that's so sweet to hear. I'm so glad you liked them." you whisper, clutching onto Leena harder.

"I'd give you my business card but that would be rude at an event like this. I'll call Myeyoung on Monday to talk about buying some of your art!" Kyulsoo says happily, grabbing an hors d'oeuvre off a waiters plate.

"That'd be wonderful. She's also creating the art for the new Gangnam Mall and Hotel." Taehyung announces.

You are so not great at business talk but you're grateful for the hotel CEO at this moment.

You watch as Kyulsoo's eyes widen at the news. "Well! I'll have to buy as much art as I can! I think we have a new famous artist coming up in our midst!" he cheers and you smile gratefully.

"There's a piece up for auction tonight," Jin adds, rubbing your upper back.

"Well my wife will have to deal with losing a couple thousand, won't she?" Kyulsoo jeers, winking at you.

Your giggle makes the others around you brighten up and you're incredibly grateful for your friends.

You give the art distributor a wave goodbye before turning back to the large crowd who continues to chat loudly.

When you spot Yoongi's grandmother, you bow your head to her and you don't miss the coy smirk she gives back. She's on the arm of an older man that you deem to be your boyfriend's grandfather. He looks incredibly serious and dominating.

"Please don't come over here," you whisper under your breath.

Turning back to the CEO, you watch as he laughs with Jimin. His arm is still nestled around Sera and his fingers are splayed out as if he's comfortable.

"Why don't we go mingle? Hmm?" Leena asks, noticing how wrought you become on her arm.

You scoff gently turning away from the sight before you.

"He doesn't even notice that I'm here." you accuse, grabbing a sparkling water.

"I'm sure he does, he's just playing a part, princess." Jin assures you, pulling both of his best friends away from the sight.

"Can you let me go?" Yoongi seethes through his teeth, trying to wriggle his arm out from beneath Sera's.

"No." she says simply.

He scoffs loudly, looking away from Jimin to search for you. You're nowhere to be seen and it fills him with dread.

It's been maybe twenty minutes since the start of the night and he feels so empty.

"I should introduce Anna to Y/N before we leave." Jimin calls the father of your child.

"If you can fucking find her, I've been looking for her for forever." Yoongi whines softly, turning to his friend.

"She was watching you but I don't think she liked what she saw." Anna announces.

Yoongi's heart plummets at her words. Jimin shushes her gently, placing his hand on her large stomach.

"Anna." he chides softly, pushing some of her hair behind her ear.

"I'm just saying. Why spend your time with a peasant when a queen is in your midst." Anna calls loudly, kissing Yoongi on the cheek goodbye.

Sera looks over with wide eyes, sneering at Jimin's pregnant wife.

"It's… It's the pregnancy hormones." he bleats, widening his eyes to his friend as an apology.

Your boyfriend chuckles, gripping onto his estranged wife's side and pulling his arm away from her.

"Min Yoongi." she seethes through her teeth, turning away from the group of girls that have flocked around her.

"I need more liquor to be in your presence." he replies with equal grit.

He fixes his suit jacket, looking over the crowd. Shaking his head, he sighs. You must be upset… And his heart breaks at the thought.

When he approaches the bar, he's grateful for the small freedom he's gotten.

Hearing Sera talk so incessantly is like having a mosquito constantly flying by your ear that you swat at it but it doesn't ever go away.

"Whisky on the rocks." he tells the bartender, turning towards the large crowd.

He's said hello to most of the people that litter the floor but not all of them and he dreads knowing he'll have to.

"Yoongi."

The sound sends chills through his body.

"Mother." he addresses, grabbing his glass of whisky.

He can feel his whole internal system shutting down. No one puts fear in him like his parents. It's just a conditioned response to fear them at this point.

"I hear you're ruining our family." she announces.

His tongue licks at his lips nervously and he doesn't know if he has the strength to look at the woman who watched him get beat without a second thought.

Sometimes he can't remember what she looks like and it's the most comforting feeling in the world.

"Oh?" he asks, keeping his back to her.

"Will you continue to cower in front of me? People might think you hate me." she scoffs.

His shaking hand clutches the whisky glass tighter and he downs the burning alcohol in two large gulps.

"One more, please." he practically begs the bartender.

"What do you want?" he inquires, turning to look at the crowd.

He can see her out of the corner of his eyes and he can feel his stomach become queasy.

"An explanation." she says simply.

"I'm doing what's best for me and what's best for my family." he insists, pushing off of the bar.

"Well. Looks like you've grown into a man with my help." his mother says, folding her arms.

He lets out a loud laugh. "You mean Maya's help. Stay away from the mother of my child, Mother. She isn't one for you to think so lowly of." he threatens, walking away.

"Are you threatening me, son?" she calls to him, pulling his arm to look at her.

He's taller than her by all accounts and so it's easy to look past her and keep his eyes trained there. He couldn't stomach looking at her.

"I'm not threatening you, Mother. We all live our own lives. You live with your four young boyfriends and your decisions and I live with my decisions. I hope you have a safe flight back to France."

He bows his head to her and the scoff she emits makes him want to whimper.

"Well… I guess I'll send you a wedding present when the time comes." she says, fixing her shawl.

"Please. Don't bother." he seethes through his teeth, catching sight of you.

He sighs with great relief, heading off towards you.

"I have so many new pieces of furniture you must see!" Go Artemis gushes.

You've become fond of this woman in such a short time. She went to school with all of you and you never noticed how absolutely quirky she is.

"I'd love to see them." you reply earnestly, sitting down on the marble bench.

Your ankles were really starting to fucking hurt.

"I'll send you a catalog!" Artemis cheers, pulling her phone out of her handbag.

"Okay, Art. Take a breath. This isn't the last time you'll be seeing Y/N." Yoona says with a laugh.

Artemis nods happily, clutching onto her handbag tighter. She seems to be vibrating on a frequency you've never seen before.

"Alright, cousin, why don't we get you a glass of champagne." Namjoon says, pulling her away with a smile.

"Bye, Y/N! See you later!" Joon's cousin exclaims.

"Bye Art!" you reply with a giggle, waving her off.

"She's fun," you tell your best friend who leans against the marble column.

"You should see her at family dinners. I learn every single material a piece of furniture can be made from." Yoona jeers, nudging Leena.

"Little dove."

The voice makes you want to weep. You stand up quickly, meeting eyes with your boyfriend. He looks flustered and completely incapable of standing on his own.

"Are you alright?" you whisper, widening your eyes at the CEO.

He looks around quickly, making sure no one notices him before he's pulling you away from everyone.

"Yoongi!" you hiss, looking back at the crowd.

You notice his grandmother narrowing her eyes at the both of you and you swallow thickly at how much in trouble you could get in.

You let yourself be pulled by him throughout many hallways until he reaches a blocked off room. He shoves the door open, pulling you in with him.

There are old Greek and Italian marble statues that sit artistically dotted around the large room.

When he closes the door without a sound, he turns to you. His eyes are soft and his expression looks so terrified, you don't know what to do.

"Baby," he whimpers and you open your arms immediately.

He accepts the invitation, wrapping himself in your embrace.

"I saw her. I was so scared." he gasps, burying his face in your neck.

Your eyes flutter shut at how his body wracks within your grasp. "Who?"

"My mother." he breathes out and you sigh gently.

You hug him tightly, running your fingers through his hair.

When he feels your fingertips against his scalp, he thinks he might be able to breathe again.

"I c-couldn't… I had to… I needed you." he whines, running his hands over your back.

The simple terror in his voice makes you want to cry. He's so fragile.

"I'm right here." you whisper, kissing his cheek.

He nods softly, running his hands from your back to your belly. He scoffs gently, kissing the soft skin of your neck.

"You must be so mad at me." he murmurs, pulling away to look at you.

You were annoyed, you were hurt but now when he's in your arms like this… it isn't possible to be upset with him.

"Not anymore," you reply honestly.

He hums gently, cupping your face with both of his hands.

"I love you." he breathes out, leaning in to kiss you.

"I love you, too." you reply.

His lips are gentle and soft against yours, you could feel all of his emotions so far from this night passing to you and you accept them willingly.

Then from his soft touch, it becomes needy. It becomes sharp and demanding.

"Little dove," he gasps, shoving you back against the closest wall.

His forehead presses to yours and his hands are absolutely quick with lustful intentions as he balls up the skirt of your gown in his hands.

"God. I've been so fucking lonely all night." Yoongi groans, running his fingers over your soft inner thighs.

"Yoongi, we shouldn't, someone could catch us!" you whisper fiercely.

Your head lolls back when he cups your pussy.

"I don't care. I feel like I've been away from you for years." he seethes, kissing down your neck.

You whimper gently, your back arching off of the wall at his touch.

"I'm so upset that you were mad at me, I'm so sorry, little dove." he groans, running his hands over your bump.

You gasp gently, eyes fluttering shut at how sensual his hands are on your skin.

"HI MRS. MIN, I'M LOOKING FOR YOUR GRANDSON!" you hear Jimin scream.

Yoongi takes a sharp breath between his teeth, backing away from you in an instant. He fixes your dress, eyes on your face as he cringes.

"As am I Park. Have you seen him?" Seyoung asks through the door.

Yoongi holds his breath, pulling you behind a large statue. You cup your hands over your mouth, looking up at your boyfriend with wide eyes.

"No, I haven't but if I do see them, I will let you know!" Jimin calls to her.

You can hear her muffled hum through the door and the distant sound of heels clacking on the floor.

"You're safe, you perverts." Jimin whispers fiercely through the door.

You smack Yoongi's chest a multitude of times before looking back into his eyes. There's silence for a second before both of you burst forth with a case of the giggles.

"Oh my God," he chuckles, pulling you towards the door. "Come on, gorgeous."

It's gotten a little easier to be alone with your friends without Yoongi.

It's just the simple fact of knowing that you had a secret rendezvous not long ago that keeps you going. You notice that he's also made an effort to look at you from time to time, even secretly.

"Hey guys." you hear from behind you and your whole party turns to look at him.

"Hey Yoongles," Yoona cheers, setting her glass of champagne down.

"A lot of people have been coming up to me about the artwork for the mall." he quips.

And everyone realizes this is all a ploy to be able to talk to you.

"God, it's like we don't even exist." Leena teases, pulling her boyfriend's arm around her waist tighter.

"Looks like you're already more famous than we thought." the CEO quips, sipping his whisky.

"Oh yeah! Speaking of famous. Kim Bongjoo came by the office yesterday and was very interested in my latest painting." Namjoon announces, raising his glass of brandy.

"THE Kim Bongjoo?!" Taehyung gapes.

The lawyer nods, nudging you with a smile.

"Kim Bongjoo is so famous, even his kids that are in kindergarten are held to a higher esteem than the President!" Leena gushes, leaning into the group.

"Guess my woman will make more money than me, hmm?" your boyfriend whispers conspiratorially to the others.

You roll your eyes with a snort, elbowing him.

"Why are you over here anyway?" Taehyung quips to the father of your child.

"Because I'm all by myself with the leech, all of my friends have left me." he whines.

"That's because we'd rather spend time with the baby. No one wants to hear your… whatever she is, bitch and whine all goddamn night." Leena retorts, earnings nods from everyone in your group.

Yoongi sighs loudly. "Fine. But you guys fucking suck."

But then finally, as if the Lord was tired of keeping up the charade, you all finally hear the words that will get you out of here quicker.

"Everyone, the auction is about to begin! Please have a seat!"

Somehow, in some way, Yoongi sat down right beside you. It's comforting to feel his knee pressing into yours even if it's just the slightest touch.

The only annoying thing is that Sera is sitting beside him.

"Whatever you want, little dove, just bid on it and I'll transfer the money over to your account." Yoongi whispers softly.

His wife scoffs loudly, folding her arms. "I fucking hate the both of you." she seethes through her teeth.

"Fucking relax, mouse. Don't start a scene where there shouldn't be." Seokjin seethes from behind you all.

She huffs out softly, rolling her eyes.

You lay your head on Leena's shoulder, watching as the first item up for auction is revealed.

"This first item for auction comes from Go Artemis. It's from her latest collection of furniture from 2021. This piece of furniture is a black and grey chaise lounge with pure diamond and cerulean beryl studs that compliment whatever room you would choose to place it. We'll start the bidding at fifty thousand dollars."

The price practically makes you choke on your own spit but you try to hide your surprise. Yoongi chuckles beside you, tilting his head in your direction slightly.

"Money is nothing here, little dove." he whispers.

You stare at the chaise lounge and your boyfriend speaks your thoughts for you.

"Baby boy's room." he whispers and you hum in agreement. It does go with the aesthetic.

But you can't bring yourself to raise your hand, the thought of spending that much money makes you feel sick.

"Leena, do the honors." Yoongi whispers to your best friend.

"No! Wa-" you gasp as she raises your hand high up in the air.

"One hundred thousand. Going once… Going twice-"

You cringe in anticipation, elbowing Leena when you hear her giggle.

"Sold to paddle 73!"

You sigh loudly, pulling your arm away from hers. "Are you crazy?" you hiss, folding your arms.

"Naturally," she jeers, raising her champagne glass to you.

The constant ebb and flow of money being released in the room is a complete contrast to how you've lived your life. You've spent your life saving money and these people spend it on fancy dog collars and one day trips to vineyards in California like it's nothing.

Yoongi has even purchased some items that you don't deem necessary like the finest cigars and a trip to a secluded spa and hotel in Japan. When you shook your head gently at the price he'd just repeat the same thing.

"It's for charity."

While you can try to understand, it's pretty much going over your head.

"The next piece we have is from Kim Sera."

Sera's eyes widen and she sneers at Yoongi when he snorts into his whisky glass.

"What have you done?" she growls softly.

Her estranged husband shrugs and you sigh gently at their childish tit for tat.

"Having fun," he quips, leaning back in his chair.

"This is a one of a kind Alexander Shin piece made of pure diamonds. It was her first wedding present from her husband Min Yoongi. It was given to her two days before their wedding and it's said that Alexander found it so beautiful he almost couldn't sell Yoongi the necklace. We'll start the bidding at three million."

"My prized necklace?!" she hisses, shock written all over her face.

When paddles go up immediately, you cringe. Yoongi is being a brat.

"Yoongi." you mumble embarrassed and he shrugs in reply.

"I have four million. Going once. Going twice-"

"Six million." Seokjin announces from behind you and you turn around to him with weary eyes.

You can see Anna and Jimin chuckling amongst themselves and you hold back the great sigh that threatens to tear forth from your body.

How absolutely petty of your boyfriend.

"Sold to paddle 81!"

Jin looks over at you, sticking out his tongue with a wrinkled nose.

He too couldn't give a fuck about money.

"Finally the last piece of the evening belongs to an upcoming artist."

Your head whips around and you try everything you can to make yourself smaller. This feels like you're being called out in class to answer a question, you know nothing about.

"This art piece entitled Glass House," your cheeks heat up and you feel quite faint in this very second. There are a multitude of eyes on you from strangers that you don't yet feel comfortable with, "was created by Y/N. She is creating the art for the Gangnam Mall coming into creation soon. And she also has gorgeous pieces at the Luck Art Studio. Many say she's on the list to become one of the greatest expressive and artistic minds of this generation."

WHAT?!

This man cannot be serious. How could he say such high praise about you when he doesn't even know you?!

"Oh jeez," you murmur, cupping your stomach.

"We'll start the bidding at two million."

Oh, that price.

You're going to faint. You're about to pass out.

Holy shit.

"I have two million. Anyone for two and a half?"

Your breathing slows down and the voices in the room seem to echo in your ears. This is an out of body experience like you've never had before.

You paint for fun and now one of your pieces is going for millions!? It's absolutely insane!

"Five million. Do I hear five and a half?"

When you met Yoongi… you certainly didn't think this was going to happen! You didn't know anything would transpire and now look at you. Pregnant, cowering in a comfy armchair while people bid on a picture of a glass dome filled with roses. It's completely ridiculous!

"Jimin, buy me the painting!" you hear Anna whine.

Turning to her, you shake your head. "I can just make you one!" you whisper fiercely.

She giggles in turn, pointing to the painting on stage. "I want that one." she says with the flourish of her hand.

"I have nine million. Do I hear nine and a half?"

Sera scoffs and for once you agree. This is completely absurd. When Yoongi raises his paddle with a humorous expression, you elbow him without a care for others.

"It's for charity." he murmurs, chuckling above the lip of his glass.

"I hate you," you mumble, looking around at all the raised paddles.

"I have thirteen million. Do I hear fourteen?"

"Just put me out of my misery." you gasp, rubbing your stomach as your son kicks inside of you.

"Twenty million!" Anna calls loudly, shoving Jimin's hand high up in the air.

You groan long and low, putting your shaking hand to your forehead. She cannot be serious.

"Sold to paddle 95."

You give a small smile as people clap demurely turning their heads to look at you. When you meet eyes with Min Seyoung, she sends you a small wink.

"Good girl," she mouths, turning back around.

You want to run and hide quite soon after that but the amount of people that come up to you and congratulate you are too many. After the wild display of money, people make you out to be the next Van Gogh or something.

"Anna!" you gasp, bowing your head to all the people surrounding you when she grabs your arm and tugs you away from everyone.

"If you want her art, you can find it at Luck Art Studios!" she calls to them.

"I can't believe you just spent so much money on one painting. I could just make you one!" you gawk as she pulls you towards the entrance.

"I wanted it for the nursery. Besides, you make money when people flaunt theirs. This was my last hoorah before I give birth next week!" she giggles, waving over Jin.

He rushes over, shaking both hands happily at you. "You did it Princess! You're famous!"

Slapping him with your clutch, you narrow your eyes at him. "Shut up! You're embarrassing!" you bark out, looking around with shy eyes.

"Come on, let's get you home. I'm sure today was just a whirlwind for you."

Anna waves at you, accepting her fur shawl from her doting husband.

The night chill is welcome as you wait on the steps for Seokjin's car to arrive from the valet.

A whirlwind is right but maybe you could equate more to whiplash than anything. You can understand just how this was supposed to set you up for success when the time comes for Yoongi to leave Sera but you didn't think it would be this explosive.

"Well, looks like you're coming up in the world."

The voice is not one you've heard before and you turn to it without a second thought.

The woman is simply gorgeous with a younger man clasped to her arm. Her dark blue gown with sapphire accessories stand out to you and she looks like the epitome of money.

"I'm sorry I-"

"Yes, of course. You don't know me, but I know you." she says, stepping down the marble stairs.

When she gets closer, her facial features resemble Yoongi's almost perfectly. Your blood runs cold at the sight of her.

This is Yoongi's mother.

Oh no.

"It's nice to meet you Mrs. Min." you say softly.

Her eyes light up and she points her clutch bag at you with a wide smile. "So you are a smart little bird."

You'd hate for Yoongi to see her talking to you. You know how much he despises her.

"Well, I guess I'll welcome you into the family. It's not like I have much of a choice, what with my grandchild in your belly and your legs being spread for my son." she muses, accepting a long cigarette from the boy toy on her arm.

Jin goes stiff by your side, eyes widening at the pavement at her truly free mouth.

"What's the gender?" she inquires, pulling from the cigarette.

"A boy." you reply as kindly as you can.

"Good. Then you won't have to try again. Lord knows I was over the moon when Yoongi came out of my twat and I was finally free."

You shiver at how completely crude she is. No wonder Yoongi hates her. You hum gently, giving her a pleasant smile.

"Cars here." Seokjin says quickly, putting his hand to your back.

"It was nice to meet you, Mrs. Min," you say, bowing to her.

"Yes. And you… small bird." she mumbles amused, turning to her boytoy and patting his suit jacket.

You can't get to the car fast enough and when you climb in, you can feel your body shuddering with weeping intentions. Your hands shake as you put on your seatbelt.

"Jesus Christ! What the fuck is her problem?! Holy shit!" Seokjin breathes, putting on his seatbelt and backing up as quickly as he possibly can.

You open your mouth to reply but nothing comes out. You're truly stunned in silence.

"No wonder Yoongi grew up the way he did! His mother is the fucking devil!" Jin gawks, driving towards home.

You were first to get home and it was such a relief to take off the heavy gown.

Now laying in your comfortable bed, you can't hold on to a thought long enough before you're on to the next.

The night feels like such a blur. You were introduced to so many new people, you mingled with some of the richest people in society. Your boyfriend spent more money than you would know what to do with. You met his absolutely despicable mother. You were mad at him for some reason or another in the beginning… It's all just so fleeting.

But the one thing that's probably stuck the most with you is how high of a pricing one of your paintings went for. It wasn't the most perfect painting, it wasn't your greatest piece, but it still went for twenty million dollars. All of the emotions from that moment still resonate deep within you.

You find yourself thinking that maybe you can do this. Maybe you can be worthy of Yoongi and his lifestyle. Maybe this fate is pure and as grand as you'd like to think.

"Where's my babies?"

The sound of his deep voice makes you smile and when he steps into your bedroom, all of your worries just melt away.

His body is highlighted by the great moon that hangs high in the sky.

His gummy smile breaks your heart to bits as he pulls his tie off with a quickness.

He strips down to his briefs in what seems like seconds and you can see the utter joy and excitement he feels to lay in bed with you.

"Look at the greatest expressive and artistic mind laying in our bed." he quips, pulling back the covers.

You giggle gently, giving him a second to get comfortable before laying on his side. He sighs gratefully, putting his chilly hand on your warm belly.

"God, this is amazing. To come home and lay in bed with you like this beats everything in the world." he breathes out, kissing the top of your head.

You hug him tightly, laying your head on his shoulder.

"My little dove."

His voice is filled with warmth and love. And now you know that no matter how things start to shape and form, the end of the road always ends with your boyfriend.

"Missed me, kiddo? Daddy missed you and mommy a lot." Yoongi mumbles sleepily, burying his face in your hair.

The comfortable smirk that sets onto your lips is welcome and you're thinking of your family as you drift off to sleep.

Next Chapter ------>

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[apollostears]

boyfriend | k. bakugo

anime: my hero academia

pairing: katsuki bakugo x black!reader

creator: maya

warning(s): swearing

headcanons on bakugo as your boyfriend. it’s a sfw vrs. there will probably be a standalone nsfw vrs. coming out soon. xx also these were not supposed to be this long💀

* photo not mine*

bakugo was not someone you really associated with.

when you first transferred, you acknowledged his presence and thought he was mighty fine, but then he opened his mouth and you were like 🤨

dealing with him takes a lot of energy and it was not energy you were willing to spend, so you kinda just avoided him.

but as usual, niggas can’t keep they mouth shut, and it wasn’t long until you had ended up on his radar.

it was after a sparring session, your first official one with the class, and that’s when he got to see you in action.

after seeing you fight, mans was hella intrigued by you.

when you first came, bakugo didn’t understand what made you special enough to join the hero course.

and since you didn’t talk to him, he didn’t bother you.

until you made your official debut and he was 🤩😯🤯

that made him want to fight you, to see who was stronger seeing as he officially saw you as a worthy opponent.

so long story short, he quickly found out why it was best to leave you alone.

by no means were you scared of him, but he didn’t know that and when he started fucking with you, all bets were off.

bakugo literally had no idea what he was getting into and he was not prepared for the moment you dished his shit right back to him.

japanese was still a little difficult for you, as you had a tendency to forget some words, but you understood and spoke it well for the most part.

and when you were hype about something, both english and japanese words would be flying out your mouth.

after he, and the rest of the class, experienced your semi-irritated side first hand, bakugo was definitely hooked.

it was like a moth being drawn to a flame, he would not leave you alone.

he would try to be subtle about it, but to you and everyone else who knew him (i.e. izuku and kiri) they knew that he had a crush.

y’all were literally day n’ night. most of the time you would be minding yo business and then here he would come, talking shit.

eventually, that changed and y’all were just talking shit just to talk shit.

atp, everybody either wanted y’all to fight or to fuck.

so how did y’all start talking??

easy. with a little game of spin the bottle: 7 minutes in heaven style.

both you and bakugo were competitive and not one to back down from a challenge.

so when the bottle landed on him, kiri knew exactly what to do to push his friend into confessing his feelings.

he said that bakugo would be too pussy to kiss you.

my god did that work.

after mina also betted against your ability to carry out the task at hand, the two of you went into the closet to prove your classmates wrong.

because you guys are psycho’s, y’all went in there angry af at each other to mask the obvious embarrassment you both were feeling.

“you’re such a fucking dumbass” you cursed, arms crossed and a glare on your face.

bakugo scoffed and mocked your stance. “me? says the one who landed on me, shithead.”

you rolled your eyes. “ain’t nobody told yo bobble headed looking ass to sit there.”

cue bakugo looking shook af because he knows he did not just hear you call him a bobble head.

after that, all bets were off.

“you know what, you got a lot of fucking mouth.”

you smirked, knowing full well he was right and that he just couldn’t handle you. “sure do. what the hell you gonna do about it?”

at the time, neither of you would realize it, but y’all were most definitely horny af.

bakugo, now closer to you and his arms uncrossed, held a devious glint in his eyes.

“let me show you.”

and BOOM! y’all was kissing.

like...KISSING!!

it was a little rough at first, with you in shock and bakugo kissing you like a rabid dog.

but once y’all got that rhythm, y’all GOT that rhythm.

the kiss was aggressive passion. like feelings of bottled up desire lit on fire (bars 🔥)

homie did a little boom boom pow on yo ass with his firecracker hands when he was caressing yo shit and that was a top tier move right there.

y’all were definitely in that closet for more than seven minutes until iida came and broke y’all up.

after that, you guys were somewhat dating.

neither of y’all wanted to admit the feelings you had for one another, so you guys just did relationship shit without the label.

kissing in private was a big one because hormones. sometimes y’all would hold hands or cuddle, but v rarely.

bakugo would always carry your bag during school and he’d also carry your lunch tray. not that you asked but he’s such a manly man that he had to do it for the sake of his ego.

instead of holding hands, you guys would link arms and you would lightly press into him. bakugo highkey liked that shit but wouldn’t tell you.

eventually, you guys escalated to seeing each other at night for longer periods and that turned into you spending the night in his room for the first time.

it was also the first time you guys cuddled frfr and bakugo ate. that. shit. UP!!

but because he’s a shy baby, he began to distance himself from you and that made you hurt ngl.

so, figuring that y’all were ‘done’ you did you and hung out with other people.

one of those people was todoroki. the two of you had a platonic relationship, but a strong bond and when bakugo caught y’all akikik’ing, he ain’t like that shit.

that was the reason why he had asked you out rather aggressively in the common area on a thursday afternoon.

once you guys had officially established your relationship, it was like nothing ever happened. he was still carrying yo shit and kissing you in private, but the vibes were different.

the two of you were more gentle to each other.

more loving.

he was still an asshole and you as well, but in an endearing way. bakugo became more open to loving you and more open to claiming you.

he would mainly call you ‘his girl’ or ‘his person’ (you let him watch GA one time and that was the outcome) when referring to you in person to someone else.

gone with your actual name and in were those nicknames. you’d call him ‘su’ ‘katsu’ ‘suki’ ‘honey’ (if you want something) and ‘baby’

bakugo would crucify you if you called him by his real name and vice versa.

your man is a lowkey spoiler. meaning, he spoils you on the low low and in a very subtle way. you don’t really like people buying you stuff nor are you the type to ask anyone for anything, so bakugo does what he needs to do without your permission.

he doesn’t make a big deal about it, but whenever it’s your time of the month and you feel extra shitty, he dials back on being an asshole a bit. or he’ll use his palms and pop little firecrackers on your stomach/lower back to help with cramps.

if you wearing his clothes helps (even if it actually doesn’t and you just say that just to get them) he’ll let you wear his stuff, no problem. he tried to get them back once when you were done but you almost bit his hand off so that didn’t work.

he hates whiners, but he loves when you whine for him. whether it’s for attention or for cuddles or kisses, he lives for it because period you is the only time he’s gonna see that shit. once you’ve figured out that you can get away with mostly everything if you whine, you start doing it a little more when you’re off your period.

besides being on your cycle and taking care of you, bakugo does little acts of service for you as well.

being black in a country that is predominantly not black, is hard and finding hairdressers is even harder.

somehow, with the help of his mom, bakugo was able to find a hairstylist that would do well when doing your hair and that was one of your favorite surprises from him.

like you deadass shed some tears and he was highkey confused but proud because he’s that nigga.

best believe he goes with you to every appointment just to make sure she don’t fuck shit up with his baby’s hair. he don’t got time to watch you cry and commit a crime.

as we all know, mans can cook. you love his food but he (and class 1-A) is absolutely feral for yours. anytime you cook, whether it’s soul food or any other type that you learned to make, he falls in love all over again.

since you love his food, sometimes he’ll make you some meals or snacks. especially if you’re stressed or sad.

this actually turned into him cooking for you + bakusqaud cause they complained about how he never cooked for them. then it turned into him being one of the cooks for the class when you guys alternate cook days.

he was pissed about it but was a little excited to A) woo his classmates and B) make sure they get the right nutrients to be strong and worthy heroes.

bakugo cares okay...

anyways...dates for y’all are planned out when bakugo takes you out, but if you take him out? he never knows what to expect.

once, y’all went to a zoo but it was a petting zoo and bakugo bought lost his shit when the sheep came up to him for food. you definitely have pictures of him angrily riding one of the adult horses.

and he totally rode the bull to prove a point. he won and you unlocked a brand new fantasy.

y’all are so in sync, it’s fucking insane.

there was one time where someone had said some slick shit to you, bakugo was not around, and somehow this man had popped up hella quick like his spidey seneses was tingling, to put that person in they place.

you were like 😦🤪

another time is when you both do/act similarly. bakugo can be v chill and reserved and sometimes you are the same way. the entire day, y’all move as if you’re one.

and honestly, bakugo loves the idea of you being a female version of him. it makes him so proud to see you act like him.

but don’t get it twisted, mans definitely acts like you too. he’s picked up a lot of terms that you use and he uses them like it’s natural.

not too much and not too little, but just enough that it fits and has the right impact everytime.

now, onto the more softer shit

i don’t see bakugo as being the type to automatically share his deepest, darkest secrets with you. nor is he the type to be openly vulnerable.

you weren’t the type either and two hard-ass people were not going to make a healthy relationship. but....shit changes.

the first time you guys saw each other’s vulnerability was when the attack against the camp happened. y’all were only dating for four months, but had started to form a bond.

you weren’t there when he was taken, having to be forced to stay in the classroom with the others. you were unbelievably worried when it was announced that bakugo was the target of this attack.

you tried not to worry because bakugo can take care of himself, but he shouldn’t have to. and after waiting for what felt like hours, you found out that they had taken him.

you didn’t remember collapsing on the floor and crying your eyes out with kirishima comforting you. every moment up until you and the others had went to rescue him, were a blur.

after you guys had got him back and after all might’s fight with all for one, you broke down again and gave bakugo a bone crushing hug.

“i’m so sorry.” you had whispered, that being the only thing able to come out of your quivering lips.

the others had continued to walk ahead to give you guys some space, but you figured bakugo didn’t want to talk since he didn’t hug you back. just as you had went to remove yourself from him, he had wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace.

“don’t be sorry shithead. okay? don’t be sorry.”

his voice was muffled a bit from his lips being on your shoulded, but you heard him and a short sob escaped your lips at the fact that he was comforting you when you should be comforting him.

but your hug was enough comfort as it allowed the boy to feel safe since getting taken and he had shed a few small tears.

after that, things were different. bakugo wouldn’t tell you, but you knew that things were different. he was more aggressive and driven to be the best, but he moved as if he had a weight on his shoulders.

you didn’t know it then, but it was guilt. guilt because all might lost his powers trying to save him because he wasn’t strong enough to get away. after finding that out, you reprimanded him so hard (lovingly).

he needed to know that he was strong but that what happened with all might had nothing to do with him. and after you all got your provisional licenses, but he didn’t? that’s when he really broke.

it hurt you to see him this upset and you knew then that you would do everything in your power to prevent him from ever feeling like that, again.

you guys really grew closer those two months. at that point, y’all really were inseparable.

okaaa out of the sad shit!

he pushes you at the same amount he pushes himself. bakugo wants you to be successful and he knows that you do as well. your ambition almost the same as his, if not higher.

you guys train together a lot after hours. most of the time kirishima joins in and that leads the rest of bakusqaud to do the same.

anything that you ask him to do, bakugo will do it. mans is so whipped for you!!

you get him to do sheet masks with you every other night. and you’ve got him on a skincare routine that was good at first, but now bad for you. because when you wanna be lazy, bakugo will scold tf outta you before you give him the pouty face. at that point, he’s washing your face for you and wrapping your hair up as you fall asleep in his arms. 🥺

bakugo is definitely on your ass about your hair. especially if he paid for it? oh yeah baby, you keepin that shit in til he sees it getting raggedy. but he actually loves being apart pf your wash day routine.

you didn’t have to teach him, he just observed you and one day, when your arms were getting tired, he casually swooped in with a kiss of his teeth and did your hair.

you absolutely went to sleep and the sight alone caused bakugo’s heart to melt. that was one of the times he knew that he loved you.

speaking of love, there were several times bakugo knew that he loved you but he didn’t say it.

he knew that he loved you when you made him breakfast one morning over the summer, during the time he was working himself in the ground to get his provisional license. the bright smile on your face gave him energy despite being drained. that was one time he knew.

the second time was when you had met his mom. y’all were dating for seven months at the time and you really wanted to meet his parents. so, with a permanent scowl on his face, he took you and it was something.

“oh suki look at you!!! you were such a smiley baby!! why you so grumpy now?!” you cooed, gushing over the baby picture of him at ten months.

bakugo frowned, sitting across from you with his dad on the other side of him. “i’m not grumpy.” he gritted out, looking like a complete grump.

“he wasn’t always this way. katsu used to be a very happy baby. you wanna see him at his second birthday? oh it was so cute!” mitsuki exclaimed, flipping the pages in the book to get to where she needed.

seeing you bond so well with his mom made bakugo feel some type of way. despite their dynamics, he respected his mom and definitely held her in a high regard. that was the second time.

and the third time was on your one year anniversary.

it was something simple seeing as you had started your period that same day and were feeling like absolute shit. you felt so bad for being the reason why you guys had to stay in, but bakugo wouldn’t hear it.

“but suki we could go out and sit on the roof!” you whined while simultaneously curling into him for comfort.

just from that action alone, he knew you wouldn’t have the strength to actually move around just to go on the rooftop. your body was hurting and you felt like you could die, no way were you moving.

“relax princess. no need to get your blood rushing anymore than it already is.” bakugo teased, a knowing smirk on his lips.

with squinted eyes, you pinched the skin on his ribs causing him to flinch away from you. “fuck you katsuki.”

“love you shithead.”

*record scratch, pause* wait what?!

bakugo looked calm af but on the inside, mans was wilding. he deadass couldn’t believe he said that shit. like who tf?

you had a look of surprise and awe on your face. completely taken aback by his abrupt confession that you couldn’t really process it.

but you definitely felt it.

with a smile and kiss on his cheek, you drew even closer to bakugo and nuzzled into his side. “love you more suki.”

yeah...he definitely loved you

*join our taglist:* @sweeneyblue1 @knjkitten @simplyskz-maya

[why-this-kolaveri-machi]

Fic: after the in-between

a spur-of-the-moment, thoroughly indulgent titans fic!

Summary: Trigon is defeated, and our heroes are on their way to start a new era of the Titans. However, Trigon isn’t quite done with them yet.

Warnings: set after 2.01: Trigon, so spoilers for the same. plentiful swearing. vomiting. a thoroughly indulgent sick!fic ft. dick, jason, rachel and gar.

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About half a day into their ambitious cross-country road trip from Gotham to San Francisco, Dick starts looking at Jason in that weird, scrunched-up way of his, like he’s sucking on a lemon and hates it but is just masochistic enough to finish it off. It goes on for long enough that Jason starts to get irritated; they’ve barely started what’s bound to be a long-ass journey, his head is already pounding from listening to the kids chattering away in the backseat, and now Dick’s definitely going to wrap the car around a tree if he keeps taking his eyes off the road to look at Jason like—like—

“You’re sick,” Dick says.

Rachel and Gar stop whispering so fast that Jason’s brain adds a cartoony tyre-screeching noise to the silence that follows. “What?! I’m—” he swallows around an inexplicably dry throat, “I’m not.”

Dick nods, looks straight ahead and says, like he hasn’t even heard Jason, “We’ll stop at the next motel we find, get on top of this before it gets worse.”

He sounds very matter-of-fact about it, like he’s just stated some bald, obvious truth and is just waiting for the rest of the world to catch up. For all the stories that Jason’s heard of Bruce and Dick’s epic dust-up, Dick sounds exactly like Bruce, right down to talking about feeling unwell like it’s a goddamn mission. “For fuck’s sake, I’m fine,” he says, which would’ve sounded very convincing had his voice not cracked around fine.

“I could use a bit of healing time, anyway,” Gar says before Dick can reply. “So a stop right about now sounds good.” He works his bruised jaw a bit, winces.

“Yeah, a break sounds good,” Rachel says, and Jason’s used to being talked around instead of talked to, sure, but it still stings that these two… children want to treat him like he’s the unreasonable one.

“Yeah, okay, whatever,” Jason says, sullenly. “We’ll stop.”

“I wasn’t really asking for a vote, but sure,” Dick says, amused.

By the time they check in at a motel, Jason’s definitely feeling more than a little light-headed, and he’s sweating under his layers even as the chill wind cuts at his face like knives. He doesn’t know when he started leaning on Dick, but he’s definitely grateful when the guy guides him in front of the toilet when the nausea hits like a battering ram. The first, convulsive wave of vomit burns his throat and nose, and he thinks he whimpers a little bit—which, hello, mortifying. He feels a large hand squeeze the back of his neck and Dick says, “you’re all right,” with the same, annoying, Batman-esque matter-of-factness, but this time it reminds Jason of the first time Batman stood between him and evil, and it’s more reassuring than anything.

That’s the last thing Jason is properly aware of for a while. He hears disjointed voices, feels flashes of intense heat and cold, coarse motel sheets against his legs and the press of fingers against his lips, trying to get him to open his mouth. His heart thunders against his ribs as he watches horned shadows creep across the ceiling, his body numb and paralysed and utterly helpless. He’s Jason Todd—he’s motherfucking Robin—but right now all he wants is to burrow into some place cool and dark and safe until the storm passes.

The storm passes. Eventually.

At some point he opens his eyes to a very tired-looking Dick Grayson peering into his face and says, “Dude, personal space.”

Dick leans back in his chair and lets out a long breath. “Well,” he says, “I’m glad I don’t have to go back to Bruce to tell him that I lost his Robin in less than a day.”

Jason bites his tongue on a sharp retort; he thinks Dick might be joking, but he’s been a sour-faced whiner for so goddamn long that it’s kind of hard to tell. Instead he settles for asking, “how long?” and coughs.

Rachel hands him a glass of blessedly cool water as Dick says, “About half a day. It kind of came on real quick and left just as quickly. Rach, uh—she thinks that this might be some kind of side-effect of Trigon possessing you.”

Jason almost chokes on a mouthful of water. “—the fuck?!”

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees both Rachel and Gar flinch, and feels sorry for all of about three seconds. “Trigon’s presence lingered in all of us for some time—I could see it,” Rachel says. “But you’re clean now.”

“That’s good to know,” Jason says, “but how about a heads-up next time, huh? A little hey, Jason, I think my shitty father just gave you a case of the demon-flu, so watch out for that or something.”

Gar glares at him while Dick heaves a sigh. “Jason.”

“I’m just saying.” Jason shrugs. “Besides—I’m not the only one who got whammied by that monster. How come you guys are not spewing your guts all over the place?”

Dick levers himself painfully out of his chair and starts to walk to the other end of the room. “Maybe you’re just that annoying,” he says with a wry smile, and oh yeah, Jason definitely prefers broody-asshole Dick to this.

“Maybe that stick up your ass gives you immunity,” Jason says, which earns a snicker from Gar.

Dick turns, opens his mouth like he’s going to say something—then his eyes roll up in his head, and he collapses.

Rachel is at his side in an instant, crying out his name. Jason jolts out of bed, his sore muscles protesting, and settles ungracefully at Dick’s side. It doesn’t take long to figure out that Dick is sick—and has probably been that way for a while. He’s burning up, there’s a sort of chesty whine at the end of every breath that’s getting more and more pronounced by the second, and they can’t really get him to wake up all the way. Jason’s first big adventure outside of Bruce’s bat-bubble has gotten off to a really shitty fuckin’ start.

Gar hovers near them, looking warily down at Dick. Jason hasn’t exactly missed the way Gar flinches every time Dick talks to him, or the way he can’t really bring himself to meet Dick’s eyes. He’s pretty sure that Dick’s noticed, too, and decided to push that uncomfortable conversation further down the road to deal with, which, you know, makes sense. “What’s wrong with him?” Gar asks.

“He’s an idiot,” Rachel says fiercely, making Jason jump. “He was possessed the longest—and he’s been driving practically non-stop since then. He’s been ill all this time, and he didn’t say a word.”

Gar relaxes a little. “Of course he didn’t—it’s Dick. He could be beaten half-to-death and in the middle of drug withdrawal and he’d still insist on having the wheel.”

“At least Kory set him right last time.”

“Yeah. God, I miss her.”

“Me too. You think we should call her, make sure that Hank and Dawn aren’t—”

Jason clears his throat loudly. He’s used to being out of place wherever he ends up—he’s made a skill out of making his presence known anyway—but maybe standing over a possibly dying ex-Robin is not the best place to make either of those points. “Help me lift him up,” he says. “We need to get him on the bed.”

Between the three of them, they manage to get him lying down on a bed. He hasn’t really woken up, and Jason’s worried that they’ve got a concussion to worry about on top of the brain-melting demon fever. He props Dick into a semi-reclining position with some pillows to ease his wheezy breathing, manages to force a couple of spoons of liquid fever-reducer into his mouth, and places a damp cloth on his forehead. Not that that cloth is going to do a thing to reduce the fever, but from Jason’s experience, it usually feels pretty damn good.

“You’re pretty good at this,” Gar says, staring at him.

Jason shrugs, thinking of Alfred and feeling a strange pang in his chest.

A few hours later, the fever reduces enough for Dick to wake up. Rachel’s sitting at his bedside, asleep, head pillowed in her arms next to his hand. Gar’s curled up on the couch behind her, snoring. Dick opens his eyes, blinks blearily at the room. He sees Rachel and Gar first, and smiles—so softly, so fondly, that Jason feels a rush of irrational anger.

Finally, Dick turns to him. “You okay?” he asks, in a hoarse whisper.

You don’t have to put on the martyr act for me, Jason thinks, nastily. Instead he says, “Doing better than you.”

“Mm.” Dick closes his eyes; his face spasms, pained. “Give me a day—we’ll be good to go.”

“Sure,” Jason says. “But we’re taking turns driving.”

Dick gives a lazy half-smile. “Not exactly the Bat-mobile.”

“You’d probably be better off driving the Bat-mobile sick and exhausted. It’s got auto-pilot and it’s virtually crash-proof.”

“Oh. Right.” Dick looks at him, his eyes glinting in the moonlight streaming through the window. “That’s why you get the Bat-mobile and not the Bugatti.”

“Shut up and sleep.”

[liskantope]

A meta-complaint about complaints

A lot of drama arises when people make complaints (for the purposes of this post, I don’t mean against each other, but just complaints in general). I would argue that at least some of this drama arises from misunderstanding, and this is all tied up with the fact that the concept of complaining is hard to talk about; a lot of the time we don’t realize that there are multiple senses of the term.

The first sense I’ll mention is the one that’s mostly likely to be considered obnoxious, which is when someone complains about some aspect (or many aspects) of their life and how bad it is. This is never in a context where the receiver of the complaint can do anything to fix the problem; rather, the only apparent purpose is to elicit sympathy or simply to vent. While this is something everyone is entitled to do from time to time among friends, it can obviously be an unattractive behavior if it goes too far or is done in a thoughtless way, for instance by exaggerating how much one’s entire life sucks or by implying that other people don’t have real problems compared to one’s own, etc. This is the kind of complaining that’s most often branded as “whining” and is frequently met with attitudes of “Nobody likes a whiner” and “Quit whining and actually do something about it.” For lack of a better term coming to mind at the moment, I’ll just call this complaint-as-venting.

A second sense is complaining about a specific thing that the listener can do something about, with the implicit or explicit intent of getting that person to remedy that thing. For instance, a guest in someone’s house might complain of being cold so that the host will turn up the heating, or someone might complain to their boss about the behavior of their coworker in hopes that the boss will intervene. I’ll call this complaint-as-request.

I first started thinking about this years ago when someone I knew in college was roundly criticized by those close to her for doing way too much complaining-as-venting; she seemed not to see the distinction between that and complaining-as-request and in trying to fix her behavior felt like she was no longer allowed to directly request things if in order to make the request she had to explain some way in which she was suffering.

(As I write this, I realize there’s another sense of complaint that kind of lies between these two, which I might call complaint-as-request-for-advice and is fairly hard to distinguish from complaint-as-venting. So the confusion deepens.)

Now there’s still another sense of complaint which, to my mind, isn’t even necessarily a complaint per se (see my example about speaking Italian below), where someone goes into an explanation of something in their life that they don’t like in order to explain a preference or decision. I’ll call this complaint-as-explanation.

Although I’ve vaguely considered all of this for some years, what spurred me to write this today is that lately I’ve been finding it particularly frustrating the way my complaints-as-explanation tend to get misinterpreted as complaints-as-venting (or complaints-as-request-for-advice, or even kinda-sorta complaints-as-request!), which makes me feel like a whiner and like a generally frustrating person when I then resist engaging with their assurances or suggestions. This is a difficult thing to socially navigate: if you express a complaint in the course of explaining why you want or plan to do something, and you’re asked to explain or elaborate on the complaint, the conversation winds up being entirely focused on your topic of complaint rather than on the expressed preference that brought the whole topic up.

To make my meaning clearer, I’ll get specific about the main context where this comes up for me nowadays. I get asked by people (on almost a weekly basis!) about how I like Italy and whether I plan to stay here. When I feel the context calls for an honest answer, I tell people that while the people here have been kind to me, I hope to leave Italy and that I certainly don’t intend to find another job here when my current contract is over. So then of course I have to explain to people why I really don’t like the idea of living in Italy in the long term. This mainly boils down to the most fundamental complaint I’ve had about my life for the last several years: that I’m starved for intimate relationships (I mean platonic as well as romantic). And I’ve gradually decided that it seems highly unlikely that this could get any better for me personally as long as I keep living in Italy. Therefore I want to leave and start a new life somewhere else as soon as I can.

But it turns out to be really hard to break down exactly what it is that I’m starved for in terms of forming close relationships or why the local culture makes it hard for me to do so as a foreigner. I get a lot of skepticism about my claims and why I’m so frustrated with life in Italy, and so I wind up delving into it pretty deeply, at which point it seems like I just want to vent or whine, or like I’m hinting to the person I just met that I want them to extend an offer to hang out or something because I need a better social life. And the fact is... at this point, in these particular months, I no longer care to better my social life here. This is mainly because I pretty much have to move out of the country late this summer when my job ends anyway, so there’s little point in trying to build close relationships, but also because I’m way busier and more stressed about work in these particular months than I have been usually. (And of course the suspicion that someone’s offer to hang out is largely motivated by pity only makes me feel worse about it.)

If I try to explain that I’m actually kind of busy and stressed at the moment and not up for much hanging out, then I come across as someone who just went on a big long rant about a problem that I won’t actually lift a finger to do something about. And if I try to eschew people’s advice/offers in the first place, then I’m just someone who likes whining simply for the sake of hearing myself whine without listening to anyone’s responses.

And then sometimes this conversation turns towards my claim that the language barrier is still prohibitive for me in terms of making deep connections with people, which is invariably met with (I think quite sincere) responses of “But [Liskantope], your Italian is so good!” (amid other forms of skepticism which are less complimentary like, “But you still don’t have it too hard because most people you’ll encounter speak some English”, but I won’t get into that).  So this inevitably leads to my explaining that my Italian still isn’t really good enough to overcome this problem in my personal life, that as good as I am already I feel like I’ve maybe hit a ceiling that I suspect I’ll never rise above no matter how long I stay in this country. When I try to explain the level I can’t seem to reach (”I’d need to get to where I can hang out with a big group of Italians in a bar with background noise and not only entirely follow their conversation but have energy left over to contribute to it intelligently”), it really sounds as though I’m lamenting how discouraged I am about not getting far enough with Italian. And in fact, the opposite is true! Learning Italian is one thing in my life that’s gone really well and is something I’m proud of! So as far as this is concerned I wouldn’t complain at all! But specifically in the context of an explanation for why I find it unlikely I’ll ever get the life I want in Italy, yeah, my Italian just doesn’t seem good enough.

The more I argue with Italians who tell me how great my Italian is, the more I look like I’m either humblebragging or determined to have low self-confidence about something I’m obviously good at. And the more I eschew their advice (no, I’ve tried watching films in Italian and this just doesn’t work because of my attention issues and in general I don’t care to prioritize more time and energy into my Italian because in any other context it’s already something that’s gone really well for me compared to most other things), the more I once again come across as someone who only wants to hear himself whine.

TL;DR: I want to be able to explain my preferences and choices (in the above example, my choice to leave Italy) without having my explanations treated as complaints that must be dealt with as such.

[EDITED TO ADD: This post has been a meta-rant which is itself a complaint-as-venting I suppose, and the rant about my difficulties with my life in Italy is only a complaint-as-explanation to support the meta-rant, but I don’t really mind it being treated as a complaint-as-venting or a complaint-as-request-for-advice. My fears of coming across as a whiner don’t apply in the same way in the Tumblr context, for the obvious reason that the social mechanics are much different here: blogs are meant for long, ranty monologues and someone who doesn’t feel like being an audience can always scroll down.]

[femmescripter]

To all of the Anti-Shippers, Whiners and Adam haters in VLD...

E-FUCKING-NOUGH!! Just stop it already! Stop it with the pairing wars, stop it with the death threats to the Voltron executives, stop it with the whining of not getting what you want and stop it with the hate on Adam. Just stop it all together! I wasn’t going to say anything about this, but I have seen so much of this foolishness come up on my dashboard that I can no longer ignore it. And since my friends and favorite artists are also being picked on over the recent drama in Voltron: Legendary Defender this makes me feel especially obligated. To make this post in defense of those people dear to me. So sit down and get your text books - because it’s time for a lesson. 

First of all, and I’m going to put this in bold italics so the people in the back can see it, YOU DON’T HAVE TO ABANDON YOUR OTHER SHIRO SHIPS JUST BECAUSE OF ADAM. Same as it is with Lotor, just because Shiro has a fiancé in the show doesn’t mean you have to delete that Shance artwork, revise that Shallura fanfic or edit that Shulaz comic. It really doesn’t. Also like I said in my post concerning Lotor the canon events of a series doesn’t define your pairing. It really doesn’t. That said there is no need to go around telling people they can’t ship Shiro with someone else just because it was revealed that he has a fiancé. A friend of mine actually had someone say this to them. And I’ve seen a lot of people get bashed over not “converting” to the Adashi pairing and dropping all of their current Shiro based ships. Seriously people? Are we really going to stoop that low? And I use the word “low” very loosely because people have gone beyond just telling folks that can’t ship one another with another or just bash them. There are twisted folks who actually tell people they should KILL themselves for so much as liking another pairing. How devoid of common sense and conscience can someone be to say that to another person? What’s even more concerning is that, even in terms of minority, there is more than just a handful of people who act this way and says stuff like that. I don’t know about you all but I find that very scary. But anyway, you can still ship Shiro with whoever you want to. No need to drop one pairing in favor of Adashi. If someone you thought was a friend stops talking to you because you didn’t “convert” then don’t lose sleep over it, because they are obviously not a real friend. And if you dropped whatever previous Shiro based pairing you had without someone telling you to then you have no one to blame but yourself. So don’t take it out on someone else who still ships Shallura, Shance, Shulaz or whatever else just because you’re feeling spiteful for giving up those or similar pairings yourself. Secondly, quit bashing on Adam already. You guys saw a glimpse of him in the trailer that lasted for a good three to five seconds. And now you suddenly know he’s abusive and unsupportive of Shiro? I sure hope you guys have tweezers to get that bullet out your feet from jumping the gun like that. You haven’t worked with the artists, scriptwriters, voice actors and showrunners to develop Adam. Y’all don’t know diddly squat about him so quit acting like you do. Besides as someone who, as the VLD creators themselves said, who has been with Shiro for so long I highly doubt Adam would suddenly turn unsupportive and abusive unless you he was mind controlled or blackmailed. So don’t go saying that he’s always been that way just to justify your other Shiro based ships. Yes I know that Adam broke off the engagement, but I’m not even going to give my opinion as to why he did that. It will only open up an even bigger can of worms. All I will say about it is that whatever reason Adam had for doing so must have been a valid one. And if you all don’t find it valid then that’s your problem. To that extent you shouldn’t lose sleep by racking your brains to figure out WHY Adam broke off the engagement. Just wait for season seven to come along and we shall hopefully get some of the answers then. Besides I’m sure you all have other, more pressing matters to think of. Like a chore you forgot to do or that important assignment you should have done two hours ago. If you haven’t done that yet then go do it now. Keep your hands and minds busy with someone else. Third, but must importantly of all...It. Is. A. God. Damn. CARTOON!! What boggles my mind the most about this is the fact that people are sending death threats and telling the real genuine fans to go kill themselves over a work of fiction. Now out of the ten reasons that come to mind as to why doing that is stupid, two main ones come up front and center. Reason number one because what you put out there is out there is out forever and WILL come back to haunt you. Even if you delete your mean comment someone can still reblog it or post a screenshot of it so people can see just how nasty your personality really is. And just because you delete the email you sent on YOUR end it’s still there on the other person’s end, and they can hold that over your head. Further more when you apply for a job that’s the first thing companies are going to check - any and all platforms of social media you use from Google+ to Tumblr to Pinterest to Twitter to Discord to Instagram to Facebook and everything else to see if you posted any malicious comments. After all no company is going to hire someone who says to some tween that their family wouldn’t miss them if they didn’t or sent a promise of fatal accident to somebody else. So think twice before you press that “send” or “comment” button or slip that envelope in the post office mailbox. Because in the long run the only person those words will hurt is you. And reason number two, the moment the series is over you have to pretty much fix all of your broken relationships or start new ones from scratch. Because if there’s one thing that people remember it’s who hurt them and how they were hurt. Do you honestly think your friends/acquaintances are going to act like everything is fine and let it slide that you told them to drink a cup of bleach because they told you they liked Mattor over Latte or Sheitor or Shiklance? Unless they develop a heavy dose of amnesia or have an saintly tolerance for bullshit, I highly doubt that. Having said that there is a very good chance that you’ll come out of the end of VLD with either little or no friends. Is that a price worth paying just for the sake of defending people who don’t even exist? I mean I can understand wanting to stick to your guns/principals/standards and while that’s admirable...there’s a fucking limit, y’all. It’s better to agree to disagree and let it go instead of browbeating the point at the risk of having people disassociate themselves with you because they’re tired of your argumentative personality and constant need to be right. And hold up - I didn’t forget about you people who are actually complaining about the LGBT representation we got with Shiro and Adam. First you were getting on the case of the Voltron: Legendary Defender creators for not having any LGBT characters. Now you have them and you actually nitpick it!? Come on - make up your minds! You guys should be more appreciative since the scriptwriters, voice actors, artists, and showrunners worked so hard to do this for you - the fans. It may not be Klance but it’s better than nothing. Alright - now having let all of that out I understand that my words will most likely fall on deaf ears with a majority of the people reading this. But if my words got through to at least one person and stopped them from doing something stupid that they will regret for a long time, then that’s good enough for me. In short ship whoever you want to ship Shiro with, give Adam the benefit of the doubt, never threaten or bash people and don’t let fiction rule your life. This really isn’t the end of the world, guys. Just breathe.

And that concludes me thoughts on the matter. I’m going to bed now. I’ll see you guys next time. Hopefully with a much happier post than this one. Toodles~

[bastillebananas]

Why do you even watch DW anymore? So you can be one of the many shitty "it's no good anymore!!1!" whiners that have filled fandom for almost as long as DW has existed? And I mean since the old Classic days, not just since your precious RTD flaming garbage or whatever it is you think is so unparalleledly perfect. Lord, you're tiresome.

😂😂😂😂 this was so funny to read. You’re probably a mid-20s or 30s white male nerd who doesn’t get out much, so you had the time and felt that my opinions needed to be silenced. I really despise the DW fandom.

I watch for the sake of Doctor Who being Doctor Who, in the hopes that one day it’ll live up to what it used to be. If you’ll notice, my blog says nothing about the entire 10th series up until the finale. I needed to vent my opinions on the finale because DW seems to be not only diminishing in quality, but also taking a faux-progressive stance on social issues. “Oh we had a black lesbian companion!” *proceeds to write her off after one series while white vanilla Clara gets almost 3 full series*. I hate how the storytelling quality has gone down, the charm is lost, and they’re using their “progressiveness” for views. But up until that finale I thought the show could redeem itself. Guess not. So yeah I’ll not be watching later eps, happy?

To conclude, I really haven’t “whined” about DW, as you can see the only post was the one that apparently infuriated you. The only whiner to be seen here is you.

Byyyeee 👋

[the-firebird69]

So my camera case which is not a big deal went from out the middle of nowhere in one or two leaves and now it's in Florida and it's bounced around I think four times and it went down to an area up there and then it went past and now it's going to come back and I wonder if they're going to hit Port Charlotte like on the third time then I know the post office doesn't work this way they go to routes that are close by unless it's a rural area and they have to go to a hub that's further out so it's b******* and everybody knows it here and they think I don't because they say that about everything then I tell them secrets and they figure out that they don't know what they are but really you are a bunch of assholes to me all the time and not only are you assholes but you're killing yourselves over a stupid camera case that I have a substitute for so what you're doing doesn't make any sense cuz you're not going after foreigners as much as you say because spring Gerard has wife attacking him out there in California and you're a bunch of minis and you're actually shooting each other and you actually lose data and you actually lose your brain and it's actually not a game cuz we're made to make you sound like the other guy so I don't understand why you can't figure this s*** out what you're doing is extremely deadly to yourselves and your clans keep fighting when you're fighting you're an a****** pile and that's for damn sure and you go out there to the ocean and you fight the Chinese and you can't figure that s*** out so why don't you get the hell away from me I don't like you people I never wanted you stuck to me a bunch of f****** jackasses following me all over the place mom and dad didn't want any following him around a bunch of losers to keep whining and complaining about every single thing that's wrong like they're supposed to do something or I'm supposed to you know or my people ridiculous we don't do what you say you're nuts most of you are not valuable in any way I'm an inventor my dad wasn't inventor I'm really stellar compared to William and my dad and George Herbert Walker none of them can invent what I am but I'm not doing it for you ever again cuz this stupid b******* and blame it on everybody else you're the only ones here you're nuts

Zues Hera

So Robert de Niro is going to start winding up to tell him what his prize is for talking about the stuff in the way that he is and all this garbage so he says back to him what are you going to do annoy me all night long like your ninny woman and you learned how to annoy me and get blown away and shot in the head probably by yourself playing the game of Russian roulette again is that really the punishment yes it is that's what we say you don't understand the implications of all this dumb s*** that you keep doing you're a bunch of f****** loser whiners you're incredibly insane what we should do is stop following your script of nothing which is what we did years ago we're doing the whole thing because you sit there whining and complaining like a bunch of s*** bags about stupid s*** and nothing about a major program you're just going to own it later you say so have a f****** happy time trying that stupid idiots and really this thing should not be cutting squares out it's not set to it you're a bunch of loser

Thor Freya

You people take the cake and really you do you're waiting to kidnap you and you set it for a 12 years in a row now almost 13 it's just some jackass crap but now we see the number and we say oh now they're going to try and it doesn't make any sense cuz we're kind of passed it but that's okay you guys are winners and really it's well past it you started this stuff 30 years ago almost 33 no well past that and that's what you do oh boy wear a gas it's a 13 it's idiocy and really most of you have taken it up what are you going to do when it comes time for you to fight and we'll tell you you do nothing you go up there to the front and you lose and we get rid of both sides and then we decide to hold them off it's ridiculous you're ridiculous people you are just toddlers

Olympus

You know it's one thing for us to tell you that your toddlers and childish and to reference a few things and like major plans that you blew and plans of your own by the way and major plans you're blowing there's quite another if we start quoting your behavior and display it and what it does because you people are a bunch of retarded toddlers you act like idiots all day long you're in the front to everybody around you you are morons to everyone you're making no deals you do know negotiation you don't pay anybody legitimately it is ridiculous you look like asses you sound like it people are making fun of you all over the world you look like easy prey and for Christ's sake you don't even know what that means stop harassing me to talk you f****** morons stop taking my swears off the stupid thing and messing with every other word stop letting her retard romp all over me if you don't you're going to pay and now you're going to pay tonight deeply for your little a****** rent stuff you force me to do you're going to pay for it it's expensive you know what that means in CIA lingo you want to use a broad brush down here you understand what that means in CIA lingo we're going to annihilate you wholesale do you know what that means in CIA lingo we're going to we're going to use a big net and pull you all in and catch and release none of you do you know what that means in CIA lingo we're going to go in and remove the top of your skull and remove your brain and excate you and replace your brain with a new one do you know what that means CIA lingo. Do you understand what we're going to take all your weaponry I'm going to take your factories means and CIA lingo of yours do you understand what coded messages about you being a f****** huge a****** to me all day long means do you understand what the implications is do you understand the subtleties of what I'm saying do you understand what's going to happen to you tonight do you understand what's going to happen to you right now do you understand what's here and what's devouring you do you understand what's going on at all do people know anything at all I don't think so. Even though asking you these things over and over works to destroy you I don't think it's necessary in any way all our team has to do is walk out there for 2 minutes and they start killing you because you're you're nasty nobody can ever live with you your pieces of s*** s h i t

Zues Hera