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duhragonball · 2 years ago

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Dragon Ball Super 083

It’s baby time!

No seriously, it’s baby time right now. Get your li’l butt on out here, we got stuff to do.

This the episode where Bulla is born, which was a big deal for the fandom, since we all expected Bulla’s birth to take place at some point during this series, but it was starting to seem like they’d never get around to it.��

The problem with this episode is very little else actually happens. The least Bulma could do is get trapped in an elevator or something and Beerus has to deliver the baby by himself. There are TV shows that can get all sorts of mileage out of delivering a baby, but Dragon Ball Super isn’t one of them.

So the gang returns from the Zeno Expo and find Chi-Chi cooking food while Bulma tries to encourage the baby to be born. From what I can tell she’s already passed her due date and she just wants to get on with this. Beerus just wants to eat, since this might be his last meal before the entire universe gets erased. Shin wants to hurry up and get a team put together.

Gohan asks Shin how many inhabited planets exist in Universe 7, and Shin says there’s only 28, a number I find comically low. For one thing, Akira Toriyama has introduced dozens of alien characters over the years, and every time Jaco does anything, we wind up meeting several more. There’s a “Frieza Planet 79″ in this series, and I’m pretty sure Frieza named it that because it was the 79th planet he had conquered.

Also, Shin admits that he hasn’t even surveyed them all yet, which sounds pretty stupid if there’s only 28 of them. What’s he been doing all this time? Anyway, he doesn’t know of any warriors on those other planets who would be strong enough to help with this, and there isn’t enough time to go gallivanting off into space looking for something they might not even find. So they agree to confine their recruitment drive to Earth for the moment.

Goku brings up a fantastic point: Monaka, whom Beerus claimed was the strongest mortal warrior in their universe. But that was just a dumb lie Beerus made up to get Goku motivated, one that has backfired spectacularly twice over. Beerus never told Goku the truth, and he’s not about to start now, so he says he already contacted Monaka and he’s too sick to participate.

So Goku and Gohan start throwing out names and when Krillin’s comes up, they do some image battling to simulate how Krillin would fare against Basil, one of the U9 fighters they met earlier. Gohan doesn’t like Krillin’s chances, but Goku insists that he’ll be fine. Then why did they do the image battle?

Mr. Satan brings up Android 18, which also suggests the possibility of Android 17, if they can find him. Shin asks if they’d be allowed to compete, since they’re “robots”, but Gohan clarifies that they’re enhanced humans. Beerus pretends he didn’t hear that and says he’ll take whoever they can find as long as they can win. What, so are cyborgs forbidden now too? First time travel, now this. It’s like Beerus hates the whole Cell Saga or something. Up yours, Lord Beerus.

The boys ask Vegeta to join the team, but he refuses, on account of he wants to be here when Bulma gives birth. Beerus commands him to join the team, but he tells him that he’ll have to clear it with Bulma first, and that takes the starch out of Beerus real quick. See? It’s fun watching Beerus squirm.

So Whis goes to see Bulma and just teleports the baby out of Bulma’s body. Or something. What, am I a doctor?

Vegeta doesn’t like it when people make faces at the baby.

Vegeta had been planning to give the baby a proper Saiyan name, one befitting a royal, but Bulma beat him to the punch and named her “Bulla”. See? The paper says so, no backsies. Vegeta was planning on Eschallot, which does sound pretty good, especially when Chris Sabat says it with a bit of French accent.

I’m pretty sure “Bulla” is a Saiyan name, though. I mean, Toriyama named her after the word “bra” in keeping with the underwear theme of Bulma’s family, but “Bulla” can also be a play on the second half of “vegetable”. Can’t help you with “Trunks”, though.

Besides, Vegeta gets over it quickly enough. Anyway, he can now join the team for the Tournament of Power.

Meanwhile, Yamcha hears about the Tournament of Power, and dreams up this whole fantasy of getting asked to join the team, then turning them down, only to show up later right before the event begins so he can save the day.

I have been critical of how the gang snubbed Yamcha for this thing, but now that I’m rewatching the series, I see how how this was kind of Yamcha’s own fault. They didn’t ignore Yamcha. If he’d asked to join, I’m sure they would have considered him, but he didn’t ask because he was waiting for them to ask, and if they had asked him, he would have turned them down. So while he was waiting for his moment, they got a full roster and moved on, never suspecting that he was interested.

That doesn’t let the creators off the hook, though. Yamcha would have kicked ass in the Tournament of Power. I’d rather have him on the team than Master Roshi of all people.

Anyway, that’s pretty much it.

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teaveetamer · 3 years ago

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The Ask Answerathon

Long post, but I'm just gonna bang out like 90% of these anons in one go because the thought of making 20 additional separate posts about this issue is, frankly, exhausting.

I always hate the argument that "Edelgard critics just hate 3H", ugh. I won't say its my favorite game in the series (not by a long shot) but I didn't develop a disdain for it until the fandom decided to act like this. And even then, I don't like Edelgard much but there are absolutely parts of 3H that I do enjoy, even if my opinion on the game started out kind of mediocre and it was all downhill from there.

I assume this is referring to the post I made about how liking characters who do bad things in games is not indicative of who you are as a person.

I mean, I don't particularly like her for her actions either, not to mention the sexist writing surrounding her that I've already discussed elsewhere. But her personality isn't particularly endearing to me either (I like the occasional "cold girl who melts for you" type of character, I just don't think it was done well here) and her stans didn't help. But I would never imply people who just happen to like Edelgard support stuff like genocide or imperialism... the problem is the people who claim liking Edelgard is this super moral awesome thing to do while also openly defending imperialism and genocide.

I still haven't played Live A Live!!!! I've been meaning to get to it, but honestly? I'm kind of feeling a nostalgia trip coming on so I might just go play My Sims after I'm done answering these asks, lol.

I will take your word for it since I am not familiar enough with whatever you're referencing to argue for or against it.

"That didn’t happen.

And if it did, it wasn’t that bad.

And if it was, that’s not a big deal. (That guy is Here)

And if it is, that’s not my fault.

And if it was, I didn’t mean it.

And if I did, you deserved it" (Though they occasionally dip into this one)

FORREAL. Like I won't claim Nilsh was flawless. I didn't follow him in part because I was kind of sick of the discourse when he really got going and because I didn't see much point in constantly responding to takes you don't agree with (which is what he did for a while). However, I think what has transpired after Nilsh's departure has just made it abundantly clear that their problem wasn't possibly someone coming into their space and interrupting their fun by disputing them. It was literally anyone disagreeing with them anywhere at all about literally anything. Even if you think Nilsh, or even BWIIDT (because they read Cap's fanfic) were ever out of line for what they did, that doesn't explain coming after the multitude of creators on this platform who have literally never done anything to you. And the response was far disproportionate to the actions done to them. It's like responding to a light slap by beating someone and their entire family and group of friends until they're all on life support in the hospital.

(I've been informed that referring to someone as a "Kevin" is a German thing. I personally associate it with that semi-infamous Reddit thread from a high school teacher)

Anyway I won't speculate on his mental state. I think the way he's been responding is incredibly troubling and indicative that he might need to step away from online discourse for a while, though.

I'll say to this that I'm definitely not a big fan of kink shaming. That said, it's very clear that this guy has not squared away the ways in which his kinks contrast with his espoused personal views, and I do think that could be a point of self-reflection for him.

I am of the opinion that kink does not necessarily contrast with social justice, because kinks (provided everything is both legal and consensual) are simply adults expressing power and control over their sexuality. Considering how stigmatized sexuality is, especially for the LGBTQ+ community, this can be an extremely valuable tool for helping people take back power from the prevailing, dominant, cishet sex-negative culture.

If those kinks do contrast something (e.g. an infantilization of women fetish naturally slotting into sexist mindsets) then it might be worthwhile to unpack... but also, I think saying "yeah I think it's hot, and also I think sexism should die in a fire and I would never play out this kink with someone who wasn't a fully consenting adult who is also completely into it" is a lot less skeevy to me than trying to hide or be ashamed of the kink.

But anyway, I think the way he has been treating the women of this community who disagree with him is a lot more telling about his stances toward women than his kinks or his favorite characters.

This behavior isn't exactly exclusive to men and feminism either, though obviously that's the most pertinent example. The most recent example I can think of was some Twitter thread where some (from what I understand) cisgender woman tried to make an "educational powerpoint" on how to "properly" treat gay men in fictional writing and in fandom. Which was littered with a bunch of weird stuff that had absolutely no basis in the actual gay community (I read it at the time, I recall it being a lot of really infantilizing "plz don't write things I don't like" type of points). And when gay men in fandom tried to call the OP out, OP blocked all of them and started complaining about how everyone was just so unnecessarily mean to them for no reason whatsoever before they eventually deleted the post for the backlash.

I couldn't tell you where it comes from. Some kind of audacity that comes with privilege that makes you believe you're allowed to speak for groups you don't belong to, I guess? There's admittedly a fine line to walk between being an ally and being a bulldozer, but I think your clearest indication that you are behaving like the latter should be people from the group you're trying to defend literally telling you that you're acting like a bulldozer and not listening to them.

I suppose it's appropriate for the month. I guess those people really need a spooky month boogeyman and Nilsh is always their go-to lmao.

I'd prefer if we don't resort to ad hominems in my ask box. I know I've probably been a little lenient on this, but now that I've had a few days away from the intensity of the situation it's not something I'd like to encourage on my platform. I'll also reiterate that I don't want anyone here to send the guy harassment. Keep any interaction constructive and/or calling out his actions.

Anyway, I can't say him not responding to anons that aren't completely positive to him is out of line with what I was expecting. The guy has never been interested in "debating" or "correcting misinformation" like he claims. It has always been about cultivating a certain image and trying to punish people who disagree with him. He wants to be the "hero" that saves the standom from the "evil Edelgard Criticals" and he doesn't look very righteous if he has a bunch of people telling him that they don't like him or think he deserves criticism for his actions.

Yep, this is an extremely common inroad to radicalization. If you position yourself as a victim, then the logic follows that there must be an oppressor for you to unite against. In some cases this is absolutely justified (like, when people are actually victimized by bigotry) though you should be careful people don't take advantage of that. Aaaaand in some cases, it is absolutely not justified (like, when someone else doesn't like your waifu and expresses that on the internet).

#Edelgard discourse #long post

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makeste · 4 years ago

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BnHA Chapter 300: Days of Our Todorokis

Previously on BnHA: Hawks was all “hey Jeanist, wanna go on a road trip with me to my mom’s house?” Jeanist was all “you know it,” and so they hopped into Jeanist’s jercedes and took off. Hawks took a nap and had a flashback to his Dickensian childhood living in a abject poverty with his jerk mom and jerk dad, thinking heroes were make-believe until one day Endeavor arrested his dad and Baby Hawks was all “OH SHIT.” And then he saved a bunch of people, and the HPSC was all “what do we have here,” and blah blah blah, you know the rest. Back in the present, Hawks was all “well my life is currently in shambles, but on the plus side there’s no one bossing me around anymore so that’s pretty cool,” and then decided he was going to talk to Endeavor. Fandom was all “I can’t believe Hawks would side with his childhood hero over the man who burned his wings off and posted a video calling him a violent murderer who took after his abusive dad,” so that was fun and stuff. I can’t wait to see what piping fresh takes this new chapter will bring.

Today on BnHA: Our old friend Carbonation Carl tries to loot a Starbucks and gets his ass kicked by a senior citizen. Society is all “YEAH, WE’RE REALLY STARTING TO GET SICK OF THIS SHIT.” Old Man Samurai is all “this room won’t stop me because I can’t read it” and abruptly decides to retire, which, fun fact, is literally THE LEAST HELPFUL THING ANYONE HAS EVER DONE. Anyway so then a bunch of other punkasses follow suit, and while I won’t say that I’m actually starting to root for Stain to kill some peeps, just for the record I’m not not saying that either. Back in the hospital, Endeavor cries some tears because his life sucks, and then is confronted by his entire family, LED BY QUEEN REI, FIRST OF HER NAME, BACK IN BUSINESS AND LARGE AND IN CHARGE. Rei is all “fuck feeling sorry for yourself, we have a rogue Murder Son on the loose” and I swear to god I have never felt so alive.

so here we go! and just for the record, even though the last two chapters have been phenomenal, I don’t necessarily have any sky-high expectations for chapter 300, mostly because chapters 100 and 200 consisted of Mei Boobs, and Toadette and her horrific quirk lmao. so go ahead Horikoshi, what are you gonna pull out of your hat for this one

oh, back to this stuff again. sob

I guess there was only so much time we could spend having hospital antics and exploring Hawks’s past before we got back to dealing with the whole “the world has gone to absolute shit” issue huh, lol

omg

what’s with these bizarrely cute Noumus. why do I want to pet them

so the narrative text is going on about how people have been super paranoid about the Noumu ever since the USJ incident a year ago. so yeah, I guess the fact that there are now a bunch of them confirmed to be running around is really freaking people out even on top of everything else

wtf is happening here

what did this poor lil glass ever do to anyone. r.i.p.

OH MY FUCKING GOD

SODA SAM IS BACK ON THE LAM

tsk tsk tsk. my man has graduated from snatching purses to raiding cafes. going after that big money. this man has no business sense whatsoever lmao

OH BUT WATCH IT NOW!!

OH SNAP THE PEOPLE ARE FIGHTING BACK. WHATCHA GONNA DO NOW SAM

THIS MAN IS 172 YEARS OLD AND HE’S NOT HERE TO PLAY GAMES!!

WTF IS HE LIGHTING THIS THING ON FIRE OR SOME SHIT. GETTEM GRANDPA YEAHHHH HE’S CHARGING AT EM YEAHHHHHH

lmao so that was fun. and now we’re cutting to Wash!! omg. look at him

he’s so dedicated. too bad you don’t have a car like Best Jeanist. probably takes a while when you’re just running everywhere

you see?? you were too slow!!

NOOOO, GRANDPA. he defeated Pepsi Pete, but lost his life in the process. this is too tragic

anyway so the good news is that the cafe has been saved! but the bad news is, there really isn’t much of a cafe left. huh. I guess that’s one of the reasons why people are supposed to get a license to use their quirks like this

oh snap and now everyone is coming outside, and they’re none too happy to see poor old Wash over here

seriously Wash, get a bicycle or something. also the way this guy is gesturing so dramatically with his hand in this sort of “YOU SEE!! YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS!!” manner is sending me

OH MY GOD

HE SPEAKS. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS. IT MEANS JEANS PUNS ARE YESTERDAY’S NEWS, FOLKS!! MAKE WAY FOR THE LAUNDRY PUNS. CAN’T WAIT TO WATCH THIS ALL... UNFOLD

“the heroes had dwindled away” okay real talk you guys, it is literally only a matter of time before they press-gang the children into picking up their slack. I still don’t know how to feel about that, but it is happening one way or the other regardless. Child Soldiers 2 Electric Boogaloo. wonder if we’ll see a rise in vigilante action as well

OHO WHAT’S THIS? THIS IS A CHAPTER OF GRANDPAS HUH

-- no fucking way

WOW. WOW. WOWWWWWW

wow. so he didn’t do a fucking thing while the rest of the top ten were being turned into red mist in the previous arc, and now that it’s all over and they need his help more than ever, he decides... THAT IT’S TIME TO RETIRE. holy shit. “fuck you” doesn’t even begin to cover it my guy. you stand there and soak up those boos you coward

ohhhhhhh shiiiiit you guys. oh shit

the “I am not here” breaks my fucking heart for real though y’all. oh man. everything he worked for is gone just like that

(ETA: okay so a couple of the takes I’ve seen on this make it seem like All Might is somehow the bad guy here?? “this is what happens when society puts a bunch of glorified cops on a pedestal”, “finally the cracks in hero society are showing”, etc. etc. so, just a friendly reminder that this isn’t happening because of too much trust and a lack of critical thinking; this is happening because the villains killed all the heroes and broke a bunch of murderers out of jail. it’s happening because an organized league of terrorists succeeded in terrorizing, and so society is now understandably awash in fear and panic. like, it’s just wild to me that AFO is RIGHT FUCKING THERE, and yet week after week fandom still has their “IT’S ALL THE HEROES’ FAULT” signs still up on their lawns. BUT WHATEVER, MOVING ON.)

also though, so exactly how much time is passing here now? I wanted to go straight back to the hospital and see what happens with Deku and the Todorokis. please don’t tell me we’re jumping ahead sob. my aaaaangst

OH SHIT

STAIN. LISTEN UP BUDDY. I KNOW WE’VE HAD OUR DIFFERENCES, AND I STILL DESPISE YOU FOR CRIPPLING TENSEI AND TRYING TO KILL MY BEST BOY TENYA. BUT AS IT HAPPENS, THERE ARE ONE OR TWO OTHER HEROES OUT THERE NOW WHO I WOULDN’T MIND YOU PAYING A VISIT I’M JUST SAYING

LOL BUT IT ACTUALLY ISN’T THIS MAN, FFFFFF

sob. yeah I was talking about Old Man Samurai actually but YEAH. HEY THERE ENJI

also is this entire hospital actually run by characters from Super Mario Bros though. first Yoshi and now this guy, come the fuck on that is not a coincidence

lmao they stuck him in another one of these cavernous creepy hospital rooms

wtf is it with Horikoshi and these giant fucking rooms lately. Kacchan’s in chapter 298, then Tomie’s colossal house furnished with like one table and a TV, and now this. and the weirdest thing about it though is that “huge space with nothing to fill it up” is like the exact opposite of what you’ll usually find in Japanese homes lol

so now Enji is just sitting there thinking things like “my head is fuzzy” and “I’m alive” lmao okay. not quite all there yet, huh. I’ll give you a minute

I’m so fucking curious as to who his first visitor is going to be omg. either way it’s going to be interesting af, and either way fandom is probably going to feel some way about it but OH WELL

okay now his thoughts are getting more coherent! and he’s remembering Touya, and feeling regret for freezing up and forcing Shouto to deal with everything instead

!!! OH HERE GOES BRACE YOURSELVES Y’ALL IT’S ABOUT TO GET SPICY

NO TOUYA PLEASE DON’T CRY HONEY NO PLEASE

ohhhhhhh man

okay, I mean I didn’t expect you to, but so instead then you’re just going to do... what? lie there and wallow in regret and self-pity for the rest of your life? son you know that’s not how we deal with our problems here in Shounen

though also, I totally do get it though. honestly, thinking on it, I probably would have been disappointed with any other response. but so this is where the rest of his family (including his adopted son) come into play now though, because like it or not they’re all in this thing together. and so friends, I am once again asking you WHO IS GOING TO BE THE ONE TO VISIT ENJI FIRST

AHHHHHHH

KRANCH!!!! OMG AND THE OTHERS ARE SO TINY NEXT TO HIM THAT I ALMOST DIDN’T SEE THEM AT FIRST. IT’S BECAUSE THEY’RE TWENTY MILES AWAY ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THIS REGULATION HOCKEY RINK OF A ROOM

holy shit I’m so excited lkjlklhlglkasdsjldfk

SDKFJLSKHLKJL

the way she has him by his collar lmaoooo. “lol nah you’re not going anywhere pal.” damn straight, siblings have to be ride or die in situations like this. banding together for survival. strength in numbers

OH MY STARS I’M JUST WARNING YOU NOW THAT I’M ABOUT TO DISSECT EVERY LAST REMAINING PANEL OF THIS CHAPTER PROBABLY YOU GUYS. WE COULD BE HERE A WHILE

love how Fuyu has absolutely no idea how to segue into THE SINGLE MOST AWKWARD CONVERSATION SHE’S EVER HAD, so she just GOES FOR IT in pure small talk mode like they’re meeting up for brunch somewhere

I KNOW IT’S A SMALL THING, BUT I APPRECIATE THAT THE FIRST THING ENJI ASKS IS WHETHER THEY’RE OKAY

lastly while I can’t wait for more of this delicious Natsu angst, I also just have to say that Enji has as much reason to cry right now as anyone on the planet. you can’t deny that being confronted by your not-dead-but-you-thought-he-was-dead son who’s all “SURPRISE DAD I GREW UP TO BE A MASS MURDERER AND I HATE YOU AND EVERYTHING IS ALL YOUR FAULT AND NOW I’M GONNA MAIM YOUR OTHER KID” with a side order of “EVERYONE HATES YOU AND SOCIETY IS CRUMBLING AND NOTHING WILL EVER BE GOOD EVER AGAIN” is enough to bum pretty much anyone out. there’s a Pagliacci the Clown joke here somewhere. BUT DOCTOR, I AM THE NUMBER ONE HERO

oh man lol he is seriously falling apart

damn. like you guys, I’m sorry, go ahead and cancel me, but I do feel compassion for the man. it’s therapeutic for me to see an abuser actually feel remorse and be truly sorry and want to change and want to make it up to his family. and it’s also compelling as fuck to read a narrative about a family that’s trying to grapple with that, because let me tell you straight up, as someone who’s done a version of that song and dance -- it is exhausting. it is a piping hot mess. it’s a gigantic mishmosh of extremely volatile emotions that all somehow all contradict one another. love, hurt, hope, anger, betrayal, resentment, attachment, longing. it’s something you can both be desperate for and also want nothing at all to do with. and attempting to portray all of that and write about it is a monumental task, and one which Horikoshi has done so, so delicately thus far, and damn but I appreciate it. anyway, so I’m here and I’m ready for my latest helping of Todoroki Fam Feels you guys

GASP

oh man. OHMANOHMANOHMAN. CAN IT REALLY BE. IS THIS THE REDEMPTION ARC OF CHAPTERS 100 AND 200???

LMAO SHE’S ALL “WE ALL FEEL BAD YOU JACKASS STOP CRYING ABOUT IT”

LAY INTO HIM REI!! SORRY ENJI YOUR PITY PARTY HAS BEEN CANCELLED IN FAVOR OF A “SO WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT” PARTY COURTESY OF QUEEN ELSA OVER HERE. THE PEOPLE TOOK A VOTE AND WE WANT LESS WHINING AND MORE ACTION

oh my god look at this lady folks

NOTE THE HAIR BLOWING IN THE NONEXISTENT WIND. NOW WE KNOW WHERE SHOUTO GOT THIS POWER FROM

(ETA: btw guys, seeing Rei handle this crisis like an absolute champ despite everything she’s been through is everything, though. I’m reminded of Hawks’s line last week about people sometimes unexpectedly finding liberation when they’re backed into a corner. like things may be shit but goddammit her kiddos need her.)

THE CHAPTER IS ALREADY ENDING SOB, IT’S ONLY A 17-PAGER THIS WEEK, BUT GODDAMN WHAT A WAY TO CLOSE

oh my god. oh my god oh my god. AND FUCK YOU HORIKOSHI FOR CUTTING IT OFF THERE sob. it’s like each week the wait for the next chapter becomes more painful. the Todofam is about to get real, and on top of that Hawks is gonna crash the party at some point down the line, and on top of that we’re still waiting for Kacchan to have his own heartfelt discussion about What The Fuck Are We Supposed To Do Next with his best friend who’s currently in a coma. all I want to do with my life is read about these three things, and all I can do is simply wait as they are portioned out in agonizing, addicting little installments every week

anyway! tune in next time as we answer the question of whether or not fandom will finally run its train of logic all the way through to its natural conclusion and somehow manage to cancel Noted Abuse Apologist Todoroki Fucking Rei. don’t act like it can’t happen. you all know nothing is sacred lol. anyways but I’m ready for anything lol, bring it

#bnha 300 #endeavor #todoroki enji #todoroki shouto #todoroki rei #all them todorokis #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #I can't believe I've done 300 of these now lol #think I'm gonna finally have to update the post index again

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daddysfangirls-marvel · 5 years ago

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Polyamorous: Talking

Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes, Stucky x reader

warning: fluff, mention of nudity

Stepping out of the shower (Y/N) found Bucky standing there waiting for her with a towel. She smiled stepping towards him starting with her legs he works his way up his body leaving a trail of kisses as he went. she giggled as he finally got to her lips.

"Hey"

"Hi" she laughed

"How was your day?"

"Busy. I spent the morning in the infirmary seeing to a few agents nothing serious but there were a lot them. After lunch, I spent the day with Ash. She hasn't really decorated her room so I figure we'd do a bit of online shopping to spice it up. I'm thinking about taking her out this weekend to do a bit of shopping. She needs to get out of this tower at some point, Oh, maybe I'll invite Peter to come she'll be comfortable. Honestly, they're going to be a cute couple one day."

As (Y/n) talked on about her day and what she planned to do Bucky gently got her dress putting on her underwear and one of Steve's larger shirts.

"It looks like you had a very interesting day and are planning a very interesting weekend."

"What about you?" she asked pulling him down so they are both laying on the bed. She sits up on her elbow" tell me about your day"

"Okay, it wasn't very eventful."

"So, I still want to hear about it. Tell me about your boring day, please?"

"Alright um... Woke up way too early but you knew that."

"Yeah, I woke up alone in a cold bed."

"ha sorry. I went on a morning run with Steve, made breakfast with him. He had an early meeting, I had breakfast with you and Ash. Spent about two hours with Ash watching tv, she doesn't talk a lot."

"Neither does her father. Yeah, he uses to be a poet so good with his words but now he's all about action. But that's okay he's still beautiful even without his words."

"he sounds amazing," Bucky said smiling at her as she looks at him all dreamy.

"He really is." She giggled leaning over and kissing him. " He's one of a kind". He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down closer. "... And I haven't even mentioned his husband. Now he's got an Ass for days." Bucky howled with laughter at that one.

Hearing laughter Steve peeked around the corner into the room to see Bucky and (Y/n) cuddling with each other and whispering to each other. Watching them together a nasty feeling filled his chest. Steve sighed frustrated with his feelings as he turned away from them and went to the living room. Now Steve's feeling wasn't jealous, he had been feeling like this for a few days now and he had figured that out, he was feeling like a third wheel, left out, lonely, unwanted. He felt like he was no longer needed or necessary. Ash was here she was Bucky and (Y/n)'s daughter, they were taking care of her like her parents, which they were. Bucky and (Y/n) had each other and Ash. They didn't really need him, did they? By the looks of what was happening in the bedroom, they had forgotten about him anyways.

Steve jumped startled " Jesus Chris" as he looked up to find Ash standing over him "You nearly gave me a heart attack". The girl didn't say anything just continued to look down at her with a blank expression. "Um... Are you okay? Is there something you need?" she shakes her head and nods to him.

"Me?" she points to the hallway leading to the bedrooms.

"talk" she simples says then walks over towards the kitchen.

She was right Steve had a problem that didn't involve just him. Plus they agree to communicate and talk through the relationship work through their relationship. And right now he wasn't following through with that deal. Steve looked to Ash who grabbed a water bottle and was walking back towards her room. "How did you know?" looking back at him she simply shrugged and continued to her room without a word. That girl was definitely smarter than she let on.

Letting out a heavy sigh Steve stood up. He had let this thoughts spin around and sit in his head for too long now it was time to be an adult and talk about them with his wife and husband.

(Y/n) and Bucky was in a deep conversation about Steve when the man of the hour made an appearance. Though he didn't look too happy. " Hey, can we talk?" now worried Bucky and (Y/n) separated and made space in between them.

"Is something wrong?" (Y/n) asked as she pulled Steve away from the door and on the bed in between them.

" I just... I haven't been feeling well."

"Are you sick? Should we go to the med bay? I didn't-"

"(Y/n)" Bucky snapped her back into reality and out of the hole she was burying herself in. " Let him talk"

"I'm sorry. I'm just worried. Talk to us."

"First off I'm not sick. When I say I don't feel well I mean my feelings. Recently I've been feeling a really left out like the third wheel. Like I do not need or necessary."

"When did these feelings come up? Why"? Bucky asked as he pulled Steve into a hug.

"You, (Y/n), and Ash make a beautiful family," he confessed as he wrapped his arms around Bucky waist but he pushes him away before he could.

"I...What?"

Steve sighed pulling away " I see you two talking and taking care of Ash and I don't know how to do that or to connect with her but you guys are doing it perfectly. You guys are her parents. And then I saw you two before coming in and I just I guess I just felt left out."

(Y/n) leaned forward kissing Steve's cheek " would you like to know what we were talking about before you came in the room?"

"What made you laugh?" Steve asked

"You apparently, We were talking about your best features. She insists that it's your ass but I think it's your pecks. Although we both agree your lips are amazing. We haven't forgotten about you, Steve. You just seemed out of it so we were giving you space hoping you'd come to us when you were ready." Bucky said as he ran a hand through Steve's hair. The blonde closed his eyes and leaned into his touch.

"It was Ash. She saw me slumping in the living room and told me to 'talk' so I came to you."

"Ash is smarter than she looks. She can sense other's emotions although she doesn't fully understand emotions entirely. She's learning. Bruce thinks she got some updated serum or something. We haven't really looked into it." (Y/n) said as she rubbed Steve's shoulders " You should spend more time with her since you're feeling so left out of this family. Spend time with this family. "

Bucky agreed " I spent the morning with Ash, (Y/n) spends the afternoons with him, you should take nights. One on one with our daughter. You'll love it. She's amazing."

Steve sighed he had over thought this entire situation he had no one to blame but himself and his insecurities. Pulling and wrapping (Y/n)'s arms around his waist he leaned his head on Bucky's shoulders. He was so lucky to have them both sometime he thought himself unworthy or them just to good for him they truly were a gift to him and gifts he'd wake up and thank god for every morning. Even though he didn't deserve them they were his and they weren't going anywhere.

" God, I love you both. What have I done to deserve you?"

"Everything right my love." (Y/n) said kissing his neck " Except take a shower. Now go. Shower before bed."

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thewintermusketeer · 5 years ago

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This started off as a little reddie drabble to cheer up @skinks , based off her tags and thirsting for bill hader, particularly inspired by this post. It’s now over 1.5k and I absolutely did not read it over before punting it off to my love @benevolentbridgetroll to look over, so if this makes sense it is only due to her help.

Disclaimer: I have not seen the movie/read the book/am not part of this fandom so this is purely based of the SCU (skinks cinematic universe).

They’ve been couch shopping. Of all the things, that’s the catalyst. If Eddie were a pessimist (which he’s not, he’s just sensible, Christ, Richie, it is literally my job to think about worst case scenarios) then he’d say the whole ‘being stabbed in the face and then stabbed again in an even more vital area, in a manner commonly called impaling’ had messed with his judgement. However, that would imply that something else is messing with his reasoning, and Eddie has been through enough therapy by now to understand exactly which thoughts and behaviours are his own. And this? Unfortunately, this is all Eddie.

Anyway, the issue is that Richie sat on a couch. A couch that they were buying together, because they live together. They live together, and they cook together (or rather Eddie tries to cook healthily, and then when he ruins it Richie makes something with far too much fat and salt in it, that’s still better than take out at least). They go shopping for groceries together. They’re the most boring middle-aged couple in the world, and yet neither of them have actually got the balls to call themselves one. They both know there’s something there. Something hanging in the space between them, important words swallowed behind more and more insults because Eddie never thought he’d feel like he’d die if he didn’t hear another ‘yo mama’ joke. It was strong enough for Eddie to move to Florida with Richie, to get away from New York and Myra, even if the latter was something he’d have done anyway, as soon as his memories started coming back. But it’s still unsaid. Not acted upon.

And Eddie is pretty sure they’d have stayed like that for a while longer, in a holding pattern made comfortable by the fact it’s not comfortable; Richie pushes him, dares him and goads him like he did when they were children, and Eddie still can’t believe he forgot how it feels to want to shove Richie right in his stupid square face, even as he can’t stop laughing. Richie makes him feel like life is actually worth living, and not something to be calculated and analysed and rationed. Of course, Richie also makes him feel fucking horny. Which is exactly the problem.

Richie sat on a show couch – and Eddie doesn’t even want to think about how many other fucking people have been near that thing – and Eddie barely stopped himself from crawling onto his lap right there in the shop and jerking off onto his shitty logo t-shirt. He was wearing converse for Christ’s sake. Shoes that provide no fucking ankle or arch support. No forty-year-old man should look sexy wearing converse and a baseball cap. And yet Eddie wanted to measure the exact diameter of Richie’s chest using his thighs. Maybe years of being called a loser and a square had sunk in, subliminally, because the fucking stupid rectangular breadth of Richie’s chest had made Eddie feel crazy. He wanted to be wrapped up in Richie’s gorilla arms, wanted to feel the gentle scratch of his arm hair against his own bare skin. Wanted to watch the clench of Richie’s hands against the back of the sofa if Eddie dropped to his knees in front of him, telling him not to touch his fucking hair until he’d washed his hands, Jesus Christ. Wanted to see if Richie would laugh during sex, as well.

But he didn’t. Instead they bought the couch, after he’d checked the fire regulations. He had left the shop with Richie, who’d slung one arm around his shoulders, and the weight of his arm, the warmth of him against Eddie’s side, was as reassuring as it was a turn-on.

“Guess we’re parents now, Eds. Or, we will be when our bouncing baby boy gets delivered next week.” Eddie feels the laugh building in Richie’s chest before he even speaks. “I’m so glad you kept your figure though, babe, a couch that big must’ve been murder on your hips.”

“You’d know all about bad hips, fuck face, or am I imagining the old man complaining I heard this morning?” Eddie would say he’d replied on autopilot, but a larger portion of his brain than he liked to admit was always focused on Richie, like a radio that always tuned back to one station.

“It’s not my fault your mom rode me so hard last night, is it?”

Eddie hadn’t been able to stop his snort. Forty fucking years old and the same joke was still funny. He’d looked out the corner of his eyes at the dumb smile Richie was sporting, all because he’d made him laugh. Richie needed a shave and stepping outside the air conditioned shop was enough to make his glasses steam up a bit, but it hadn’t stop Eddie’s raging, improbable thoughts about the line of his jaw beneath the stubble, about how he wanted to turn it into a slip n’ slide with his dick. About how he wanted to feel the bob of his Adam’s apple fucking massaging Eddie’s armpit, or something.

Eddie hadn’t even realised they’d reached the car until Richie’s arm left his shoulders as he walked round to the passenger door. But now he was here, sat in the driver’s seat of the car – of course I’m fucking driving Richie, you drive at about 100 miles an hour even though you get car sick – sweat drying on his skin as the A/C blew, unable to tear his eyes away from the long, be-denimed legs that were currently folding themselves into the car. The slight jolt of the car’s suspension as Richie settled the breadth of his shoulders against the seat felt like it went straight to Eddie’s dick.

Fuck it. Fuck this ‘unsaid thing’ bullshit. Fuck pussyfooting around, when the two of them already share a life together. Fuck Richie Tozier in particular, and hopefully fucking soon.

“What’s wrong? Have I got something on my face? I don’t think I do, I’ve been told that that’s unfortunately just how my face is.” Richie’s eyebrows look like they’re attempting to perform the macarena with the kind of enthusiasm only seen at an eight year old’s birthday party when cake time is announced. Eddie wants to lick them.

“Should I get a cool face scar? I mean you’re really pulling it off - ” Eddie cuts Richie off with his mouth. He was aiming for Richie’s lips but he’ll take the chin he gets, mouthing openly, the stubble stinging his lips.

“Wha-” Richie gets out, more an exhalation of air that Eddie feels against his face. He steals Richie’s next breath, kissing him properly, one hand leaning across to brace him against Richie’s thigh. One of Richie’s hands comes up to cradle his face and fuck, Eddie wants it to never leave his body, wants it on his face and his neck and his legs and his back, and to hold it with their fingers interlaced like a promise. Richie pulls back just far enough to press a kiss to the scar on his cheek and Eddie feels like he might cry.

Instead, he says, “I love you. Dickwad.” The insult is tacked on the end almost as an afterthought, because for all it’s funny to insult each other, Eddie wants Richie to know how serious he’s being. The problem is that the moment feels too serious. They’re in their own little bubble in the car, but Eddie is still acutely aware of the people walking past on the other sidewalk, can hear the sounds of traffic. He suddenly wishes it was just the two of them, back in the home they’re making together with their terrible decorating choices and the orthopaedic mattress Eddie is now hoping they’ll be sharing.

Richie’s face turns soft. “I wanted to say it first, asshole. Always stealing my thunder. I can’t have anything in this relationship. Didn’t even get to choose our anniversary date.”

Eddie tightens his grip on the thigh beneath his hand, sliding his fingers down onto Richie’s inseam; Richie’s legs spread gratifyingly fast, and Eddie can’t help but lean back in for another kiss. Richie seems to be trying to suck his tongue into his mouth this time, and he can’t help but be extremely into it. They’re only interrupted by a honk from a passing car, and Eddie is reminded again that getting home is a good idea. He separates himself from Richie reluctantly and fastens his seat belt, raising an eyebrow at Richie until he does the same. He starts the engine, but just before he prepares to pull out the parking space he considers Richie’s last statement.

“You can decide our anniversary if you propose. Of course, your mom might get there first, but if you think about exactly what you want do to when we get back to the house, it might net you preferential treatment.”

Richie looks a bit dazed. “You want a list, baby? I can do that, Mr Sexy Analyst. Alphabetical?”

The look Eddie levels him is particularly judgemental. He cannot believe he’s about to fuck this man. “Chronological, moron.”

“Anything you want, Eds.”

Eddie doesn’t think Richie knows exactly how long that list is. He’s looking forward to finding out himself.

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krreader · 6 years ago

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someone you loved | chapter 3.

pairing: park jimin x reader fandom: bts warnings: childhood sweethearts!au ; language genre: angst ; smut ; fluff previous: 1 ; 2 word count: 1.7k+

summary: when you were a little girl you had always assumed that he would be by your side forever, that you would marry him when you’d get older and start your own family when you were ready.. but how many people are actually lucky enough to end up with their childhood sweetheart?

a/n: I love this story so much, you guys. mental health and bangtan not being as happy as they always appear to be have been on my writing bucket list for a while. I want to write a side of them that I think they don’t show to people. a side of them being sad and stressed about their lives and I really hope you all like it ♥

Hoseok had been contemplating whether or not to dial the number for weeks now.

He kept finding himself in the same position.

At night, in bed, the business card lying in front of him and his phone in his hand, ready to type in the numbers that would bring him to your voice.

He didn't know what stopped him..

..it wasn't fear that you weren't who you said you were. He had looked you up and your recessions were absolutely amazing. So many people said you helped them, that you really had a way of knowing what a person needed and wanted.

But maybe that was the issue.

Hoseok was scared of what he wanted these days.

What all of Bangtan wants at this point of their careers.

“You keep staring at this card, yet you won't ever tell me what it actually is,” Jimin noted when he stepped out of the closet, noticing how Hoseok quickly hid the card back in his wallet, “What's so secretive about it?”

“It's nothing.. just something I'm thinking about lately.”

Jimin would never push Hoseok, but he was beginning to get worried. He was behaving differently and whatever it was, it had to do with that card.

Maybe it was a doctor? Maybe he was sick?

But then he would have for sure told the members right? And he would have been more exhausted. And Hoseok was still the dance machine that he always was, so maybe not that.

But what else could there be?

Not pressuring him into saying what was on his mind always helped Hoseok be at ease.

It was when both of them were in bed and the lights were off, that Hoseok finally whispered: “She's a therapist. I.. met her a few weeks ago.”

“The same that Yoongi hyung goes to?”

“No, she's.. different. Remember when I told you about that girl who ditched me? I met her that night. We talked a lot and she really understood me, without me having to say a lot. I looked her up and she's a really good therapist. Her ratings are great and she just moved here because she said she felt like Seoul could use a few more people who take mental health seriously.”

It was like in the movies for Jimin.

One second he was there, in this room with Hoseok, the next he was at a playground with you in the middle of summer, the sun burning down on you two, while you were sitting on the swings with dripping ice cream.

“I just don't understand it, you know? Depression is a real thing, I don't understand why so many people just ignore it and say it's something that will pass.”

“Well, luckily there's people like you who prove them wrong and help,” Jimin smiled at you.

“The world could definitely use a few more people who take mental health seriously.”

Jimin gulped down hard, but then turned his head to Hoseok's direction, even if he couldn't see him properly.

“She sounds like she's one of the good ones,” he said, a slightly sad undertone.

“I don't even want to call her because of a specific problem, I'd just like to talk to someone who isn't in the industry and who isn't involved in any of this. Someone with another perspective, you know?”

“Yeah, I know,” Jimin sighed, “I think you should do it. At least try it.. if you realize after the first session that it's no good, you can always stop seeing her again.”

Hoseok didn't respond right away, but then he said: “I will.”

“Ms. (Y/L/N), I am so sorry,” your assistant bowed over and over again as she was standing in your office, clearly out of breath, “I missed the subway and then I took the wrong exit and..-”

“Ryujin it's fine,” you chuckled, “Don't worry about it, we don't have any clients for today or tomorrow anyways. It's just all unpacking right now.”

She was a nice girl, college student who wanted to become a therapist too, but she was only in her first semester. There had been quite a few who were interested in the position and who applied for it, but she somehow reminded you of a younger you. Of what you used to be like when you first started studying. And you could see that she was passionate about this.. your goal was to teach her one or two things, not just have her be the one to take your phone calls and get coffee.

As you were unpacking the boxes in your office, your phone began to ring, you picking it up without really looking who it was.

“Hello?”

“Uh, hey, hi. Is this therapist (Y/L/N) (Y/N)?”

“That's me, yeah.”

“Uhm, this is Hoseok.. we met a few weeks ago.”

You had to think for a few moments, but then your eyes widened, “OH!” you grinned from ear to ear, “It's so good to hear from you, I was beginning to think you weren't going to call.”

You could hear him chuckle, a little nervously, “I wasn't at first. But.. I'd really like to take that offer if you're free sometime?”

“Well, I'm currently still setting up my office, but I should be done tomorrow night, then everything should be out of the boxes. How about you be the first client in here and stop by at like.. let's say 6 PM?”

Hoseok remembered that he actually wanted to practice at that time, but.. this seemed to be a little more important. He should take his mental health more serious, like you had said.

“That sounds perfect.”

“Great, then I'll see you tomorrow!”

Hoseok was both extremely nervous, but also.. it felt as if there was a weight lifted off of his shoulders, knowing that he could finally talk to somebody.

Maybe you could help him. And maybe you could help the others too!

“Was that her?” Jimin leaned against the door frame, smiling when Hoseok nodded, “Let me know if she's good. Maybe I'll stop by too.”

That's exactly Hoseok's point of why he felt like he and the rest of them could use someone like you.

Everything was ready.

Your office was fully set up, the furniture, the décor, the necessities for treating patients. It was all ready.

You had sent home Ryujin despite Hoseok stopping by in a few minutes. You didn't want her to wait around until you and him were finished when you knew she had to study.

And you could let him in yourself, you didn't need her for that.

You were just sending a picture of the fully furnished office to your parents with a smile when you heard the bell ring.

When you opened the door, you saw him how you had first seen him. With a cap and a face mask.

“Hoseok,” you smiled, “Perfect timing. Come in.”

He was a little hesitant, but when he finally stepped into your office, he immediately felt at ease.

It was quite a big, open space, huge windows with a wonderful view of Seoul. It was especially pretty right now because it was dark, the lights outside illuminating the city so wonderfully. He felt like he was at the BigHit building.

“It's nice,” he said.

“Right? I still can't believe I got it,” you sat down on your chair, then waited for him to take a seat next to you, “I'm really glad you're here.”

The chairs were facing the window, but weren't too close so that patients didn't get scared. You just felt like it had a calming effect on them and not sitting across from them always seemed to be help them more.

Hoseok didn't seem to want to sit though. He pushed his hands into his pockets and just looked outside, seemingly enjoying the view.

“Life hasn't been the easiest for me lately. For.. all of us, actually. It's been like that for a while, the pressure and the never ending stress is just consuming us.. me.”

You wanted to ask who the others were, but opted to just listen and write down some notes, waiting for him to continue at his own pace.

“We have one performance after the other, one interview after the other, one award show after the other and whenever we think we have a moment to breathe, something else either gets scheduled, or we have to work on certain things. It's been like this for years, but it's gotten worse ever since the big breakthrough.”

So he was an idol.

Not the first one that you had as a patient. In fact, you've had a few that came to you. Mostly because they knew you were discreet and could actually help.

“How do you deal with all that stress?”

“See, that's just the thing,” Hoseok laughed without humor, “I don't. We don't. We just try to ignore it and tell ourselves that it'll pass, but it never does. And we used to be okay at first, but it's come to a point where all of us are just so damn exhausted.”

The more he talked, the more nervous you became.

You got up from your chair, placing your notepad on the glass table to your right before you walked over to him.

You waited until he turned his head to look at you.

“There are a few Hoseok's in the entertainment industry,” you gulped down hard, “But I think.. you are the one that most people know the name of.”

Hoseok blinked at you for a few moments, then he finally, but slowly, took off his cap and face mask and you were face to face with him.

“I used to think it was a blessing, you know?” he said with a quiet voice, “We all did. But.. we all lost things that are important to us. And it's only now that we realize that and wonder whether or not it was all worth it.”

Jung Hoseok.

Bangtan..

..Jimin.

“You.. all lost something? Someone?”

“Some more than others,” he said with a sad smile.

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jowritesthingss · 5 years ago

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a moment of relief

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairing(s): Loceit (Logan | Logic + Janus | Deceit), romantic or platonic

Rating: Teen (for some swearing)

Content Warning(s): unhealthy hyperfocusing, burnout, sickness, mild swearing, potentially dissociation?? (Lo kinda experiences it bc exhaustion, although he doesn’t put a name to it)

Length: 2,243 words

Brief Summary: Logan is hot. Janus is not.

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It is hot in Logan’s room.

Blisteringly hot. Unbearingly hot. Unshakingly hot.

It’s the type of hot that slaps you on the face on a bright summer day. The type of burning hot that causes relentless sweatstains and heatstrokes, the type of sweltering heat that beckons for you to tear off your shirt like a buffoon. Normally Logan would not attribute such comparisons to something, but he has been working for so long that he is no longer certain that his brain actually works at all.

He has been working hard all day, all night, and all day again, with barely any breaks for dinner with the others, and none whatsoever to get any rest. Perhaps that is the reason why his thoughts feel like they are swimming through dense lava within the confines of his brain. Perhaps that is why he finds his tongue loosening, muttering aimless literary devices and frilly confessions aloud to himself that he would not typically be “caught dead” saying.

Perhaps that is why Logan can feel the incinerating effects of burnout licking all around the edges of his weary, frenzied figure.

And perhaps he should have caught on earlier—he usually does, and acts accordingly—but Thomas, bored to tears during quarantine, finally decided to listen to his endless requests that they take an online class or two (or ten). He can’t help it if, in his overenthusiastic hyperfocus, he tried to complete an entire month’s worth of coursework in the span of two days, can he?

A thudding sound interrupts the incessant scratching of his pen on paper. He barely pauses to look up and figure out the source of the sound. The door. Someone is knocking on his door.

Logan intends to shout at them to go away, that he is busy, but his tongue trips over itself, and an incoherent stream of babble makes its way out instead.

The knocking sound falls silent, and there is no response from whoever is on the other side of the door. They must have left. That is what Patton did, when he came to inquire about Logan missing breakfast that first day, and he hasn’t come back since. The same had been true when Roman banged on his door, whining about some simplistic problem in the Imagination, and for Virgil, who had quietly tapped on the door for some unknown reason at what Logan thought was two in the morning (or was it four? time always seemed to blur together that early in the morning, especially when he was figuratively “on a roll” like this).

Honestly, by now the others should know not to bother him when he’s like this. They so, so rarely listen to him, but! Thomas is listening to him now! Thomas is taking classes again now! He is learning more now! Logan must do his absolute best to ensure maximum learning potential is reached. He must do as much work as he can. He must, he must, he must.

“Well, isn’t this a delightful sight to see,” a voice drawls from behind Logan.

Logan whirls around in his seat, surprised, his fist clenching and snapping his pen in two. Dark blue ink cascades over his fingers, but he absent-mindedly wipes it off on a corner of his already-stained black polo, eyes narrowing behind his glasses as he glares at whoever it is that dares interrupt his study session.

He squints around his bedroom, frowning at the somewhat...muted quality of it all, as if someone had slapped one of Roman’s ridiculous Instagram filters over it all. Is the blurriness caused by his eyesight failing, or is there a haze throughout the entirety of his room?

There, standing in the doorway of his now-grainy room, is someone dressed in all black, with a dash of yellow around the corners. A mismatched pair of eyes stares faux-casually at Logan where he sits at his desk.

Logan opens his mouth to speak. It takes him a few tries to get the wrods rout wight. “Ah, Janus.” He reaches to push his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, misses, pokes his forehead instead. He tries again and hits the left lens, but pushing that adequately situates the glasses further up on his nose, so aside from the smudged inky blue fingerprint now on the glass, he deems the result satisfactory.

“I must say, Logan, you’re looking quite well-rested,” Janus purrs.

Logan looks up at him, woozy. Janus...he...snake. Deceit. The backwards thing. The lie thing. Correct? “That....” He moistens his lips. Everything is so hot and dry and scratchy. He should ask Roman to snap him some chapstick after...after all this. “False...hood?”

Janus rolls his eyes. Watching his slitted, snakelike eye do that is surprisingly intriguing. Logan could—what is the phrase? He could figuratively get “lost” in that eye—in either of Janus’ eyes, really. All of the sides have the same eyes, but nevertheless, they’re just so fascinating on Janus.

Janus strides into the room, shutting the door behind him. Logan really should tell him to leave, but his tongue is too big in his mouth.

“Now, is there any particular reason you decided to experiment on sleep deprivation using yourself as a test subject?” Janus asks him, penetrating Logan with that intense gaze of his. Maybe it’s just the state he’s in, but gosh, Logan really likes that intense gaze. He wishes it would stay trained on him more often.

“The others are not worried in the least,” Janus says offhandedly. “You missed breakfast and lunch, and you turned them all away, so they sent me to...take care of you.” His expression is...Logan would dare to say it’s almost...lascivious. Dear lord, Logan hopes he doesn’t make that face around the others. They would melt. Is Logan melting?

“I am hot,” Logan abruptly announces.

Janus’ eyes dart down, running leisurely from Logan’s untied shoes up to his half-tucked-in shirt to mussed-up hair. Logan supposes he should feel embarrassed over his unkempt appearance, but the haze hovering in his room seems to have permeated his brain as well. Any embarrassment (or any other...feelings he should have, for that matter) seem strangely distant.

Janus looks Logan in the eye, heterochromatic brown and yellow matched with glazed brown. His forked tongue slithers out of his mouth, licking his lips, and for some reason Logan feels himself shudder at the sight. “Yes, you are hot.”

“I...that is what I just stated, yes.” Logan blinks owlishly at the snake-like side.

Wait.

Snake-like.

Snakes are cold-blooded. Cold. Cool.

Is Janus cold-blooded?

Well. There is only one way to find out isn’t there.

(Perhaps there are other ways, such as, just maybe, actually asking him, as Logan will later reflect. But in his current state of foggy disarray he can think of only one action moving forward.)

At some point he must have stood up. Logan doesn’t really remember. He makes use of this newfound state of existence, though, and he moves forward on rubbery legs. He crowds himself into Janus’ space, staring intently into the other side’s slitted yellow eye.

“Uh,” he hears Janus stammer. “This is a very, um, normal position. This isn’t strange at all.”

Logan raises his right hand, cupping the scaled side of Janus’ face with a sweaty palm.

The sweet soothing relief of something cool touching him is instantaneous. “Oh,” he mumbles, leaning still closer. “You...your skin is cool.”

“Of—of course. It’s not like I’m a cold-blooded snake or anything,” Janus chokes out, his expression extremely odd as he gapes at Logan.

“’s nice,” Logan assures him, mentally shoving away the instinct to collapse in the other side’s arms. He brings his other hand to cup the more human side of Janus’ face, pleased to find it alleviates the burning in his palms equally well.

Janus carefully pushes Logan an arm’s length away, and Logan fights the urge to whine at the loss of contact. Janus’ closely-guarded expression is as incinerating as Logan’s nerve endings feel—that is to say, very. However heated his expression may be, though, Janus’ skin is so nice and soft and cold, and Logan wants, but he mustn’t, he mustn’t—

Only...why has he been fighting that instinct, anyway? It sounds like such a nice idea....

Logan collapses forward onto the other side.

He feels Janus hastily throw up his arms, struggling to support the deadweight that is now Logan. A muted part of his brain supposes that this is not a good sign, but he is too overwhelmed by his senses screaming Janus, Janus, safe, cool, comfortable, sleep.

“Um—Logan—” A voice rumbles near his ear, his name absorbing through the heated skin of his neck. “Shit, you’re—heavy—uh.”

Through his rapidly tunnelling sense of self, Logan feels the cool surface he is resting on stagger, then he is being deposited on something soft. Something warm. And his source of cold has disappeared.

Quick, quiet footsteps echo through his ears, then the sound of a door opening and shutting.

A pathetic whine works its way out of Logan’s half-open mouth.

Time passes. He doesn’t know how much. All he knows is that his body is too leaden to move. The blood in his extremities is molten like magma, shimmering red underneath the surface. His head feels like it is about to erupt.

He cannot move, cannot drag himself off of the squishywarmhothothot surface he lies on, but he cannot sleep where he is, so scratchy and blazing and burning and uncomfortable.

Logan vaguely becomes aware of tears, slipping trails down his face, but they provide little relief, for they are just as salty and warm as the rest of himself is.

Eventually, the sound of a door opening and shutting crashes through his brain. He winces, trying to draw his hands up to cover his poor ears—but he’s not entirely sure if they actually make it up there or not. He’s not so sure he can control anything he does anymore.

Soft footsteps patter ever nearer, cutting through the crunchingscraping white noise of his head, and then two cool hands are gently re-positioning his body. A third hand delicately removes his glasses, a fourth rests itself against his cheek in an oddly familiar motion, a fifth and a sixth carefully place something on his forehead—something soft and—and cold.

Logan’s breath stutters out in a hiss, his eyelashes fluttering. Cool. Good. Feels good. Feels very nice. Very good.

“I’m sure it does,” a soft voice murmurs. “Here—drink.”

A pair of the arms gently hoists Logan up, leaning him against a pleasantly cool something—someone? A glass is pressed to his lips.

Grateful, Logan drinks.

The water is sweet and refreshing as it trickles down his throat, calming the raging of the rest of his body. He feels the closest to lucid that he has been in...in hours, at least. Possibly days. He isn’t exactly sure what time even is anymore, what it even means. It’s all made up anyways.

Logan’s eyes flutter open for a moment, but he sees nothing. At some point the lights must have been turned off, and his glasses are off.

Taking another gulp of the water, a corner of Logan’s mind notices an almost chalky aftertaste. Medicine, hopefully, something to help this fevered state. Remus has since learnt that the sides cannot be killed via poison, and if the person helping him is Roman, Logan doubts he would want to repeat the paint water incident of 2016.

Surely it must be medicine, for not long after he finishes drinking the water his brain starts to feel fuzzier once more.

Logan sags down, and whoever he leans against lets him. They—was—is it Janus? It has to be, he’s cool against Logan’s feverish skin, so deliciously cool and he’s always been so, so nice and pretty too—Janus carefully extricates himself from Logan’s weary body.

“N...no,” Logan moans, feeling his most welcome source of chill disappear away from him. He thinks he might reach out, grabbing for it again, but he feels nothing. “Come...come back. Please.”

A long, resigned sigh sounds from above where Logan lies. “Fine, fine,” the voice mutters. The phrasing makes it sound as though the words ought be said more reluctantly, but the tone of the voice saying it sounds more concerned and fond than anything else.

The surface Logan is lying on dips slightly—his bed, it must be his bed—and a cool body slides in behind him, wrapping pairs of arms securely around Logan’s waist, his chest, his neck. Were Logan coherent enough, the arms might feel suffocating, but as it is, their firm grip and the low temperature radiating off of them are strangely comforting.

“Logan.” A cooling breath of air blows into the back of his neck, and he squirms half-heartedly, loving the chill of it against his skin and love-hating the vague heat it curdles in his stomach.

In the morning they will wake, and they will discuss. Janus will turn the tables and lecture Logan about overworking himself. Logan will surprisingly discuss feelings—namely, that warmth in his stomach that lingers even as his fever dissipates. But that is for the morning.

For the moment, there is just the two of them and the now-receding, almost pleasant haze of Logan’s room and mind, just the two of them and their breaths huffing out as Janus whispers, “Sleep.”

Logan sleeps.

Fin

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Queer ‘n Crazy

CHAPTER 10

Hello, fellow Fanders!

This is chapter 10 of Queer 'n Crazy, which I'm sure you knew, 'cause you can read... Me being an idiot aside-

I have fallen into the tartarus that is the BNHA fandom, and I am dying because Deku and Tamaki are my babies, and HNNNNNNG-

Anyway, I hope you're doing alright in these troubling times, make sure to stay connected with nature (humans tend to go mad if they don't see something green) and be sure to eat and drink properly. Self care is important! Even if self care means crying under the covers at night.

My point is, make sure you take care of yourselves. :) The summary is at the bottom of the chapter, though I doubt anyone will need it, this chapter's more of a filler. Sorry if it's cringy, by the way, I'm not very good at writing pining! I've only ever written established relationships before, if anyone has any tips please help me out!

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WARNINGS : Swearing, feeling like a disappointment, probably cringy writing, pining gays, mentions of food, mentions of horror movies, I think that's it!

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"Virgil... What are you doing?"

Virgil grunted. As much as he loved Logan, he wasn't getting a straight answer this time. Logan sighed, bookmarking his page neatly and setting his book down. He turned around in his desk chair to face Virgil, who was currently face-planting onto his desk, his arms wrapped around his head like walls. Logan watched him disapprovingly.

"Virgil." No answer.

"Virgil." Logan reached across the gap between their desks to give Virgil's shoulder a little push. The cat-like boy frowned, letting out a lethargic hum. Logan decided the best course of action was physical contact. He stood behind his roommate with his arms crossed, watching as Virgil buried his head deeper into the space between his arms.

"Virgil." Nothing. Logan nudged (read kicked) his roommate's ankle. "Virgil!" "Stop!"said Virgil, popping the p. He then raised his head, resting it on one of his arms to glare at Logan, who moved into his field of vision. To his surprise, a small smile was resting on his roommate's face.

"What is it, pocket protector?" "Nothing." Logan hummed. "It's just that I don't see how that's a productive way to study." "Well it's working." "Is it now." Virgli nodded mock-seriously. "Mhm. I'm studying the depths of my brain." "And what have you gathered?" asked Logan, falling back into his chair. Virgil scrunched up his nose, watching as the male adjusted his glasses. "That I am more of a disappointment than I thought I was." Logan sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"How many times must I say this, Virgil-" "Yes?" "You are not a disappointment." Virgil rolled his eyes. "Yeah right. I bet you're sick of me already." he mumbled, leaning back in his chair. "Falsehood. I don't think I'll ever get tired of you, actually." Virgil turned away. A spark of hope ignited in his chest, but he forced it down. He'd heard that one too many times. "Virgil-"

"Anyway, I can't concentrate." said Virgil, cricking his neck. "By this point there isn't any merit in trying to, either." He could practically feel Logan's gaze on his back, but thankfully he let the topic go.

"Well if we go by your thinking, there's no point in sitting around doing nothing either." Logan shut his laptop and stood up, brushing down his sleeves. Virgil looked around at him with an eyebrow raised. "Do you have anything else to do?" Virgil shook his head.

"Then how about we do something together. Only if you want to, of course." Virgil couldn't help the smile that found itself on his face. "Yeah, that would be cool." he said, avoiding Logan's gaze. Logan smiled, before walking over to the cupboards.

"What time is it?" Virgil glanced at the clock by Logan's bedside. "7:30." "Perfect." He turned around to face Virgil. "How would you feel about watching a movie? You do it all the time at night anyway, might as well start early." Virgil's lips curved upward. "That would be nice. Any suggestions?" he asked, reaching for his laptop.

Logan hummed, rummaging through one of his shelves, before turning to Virgil holding a mound of blankets. Virgil snorted at the sight. "Not really... I'm not much of a movie person." Virgil's eyes widened. "We don't have to do something if you don't want to, you know-" Logan rolled his eyes. "Virgil, believe me when I say I know the basic codes of ethics." Logan then proceeded to dump all of the blankets on the foot of Virgil's bed. "Just because I am a movie person, does not mean I don't enjoy them."

Virgil blushed, diverting his eyes to his computer screen. "Right." Logan watched his roommate fondly, before sitting down behind him.

Virgil's body tensed up as he felt Logan's breath fan across his neck, and he felt heat rise up his neck. With trembling fingers he typed in his password.

Denied.

Virgil licked his lips, trying again. This time it worked. Logan smirked. "Messy typer, are you?" "Not usually." It's just that you're so fucking close, pretty-boy-

Virgil logged onto netflix and started scrolling through the movies. After a few moments, he turned to face Logan. "So what do you want to-" Virgil's words died in the back of his throat because holy shit he's close.

Logan's face was mere inches away from his own, which Virgil should have expected, honestly. He could feel heart rate sped up and his eyes widened, staring into deep blue ones. Were Logan's eyes always that pretty? Virgil couldn't tell. A blush mimicking Virgil's started to form on Logan's face, and he drew away (Virgil found himself missing the warmth already), and he started to ramble.

"S-Sorry, I know you're big on personal space, I really shouldn't have-" Virgil sat in place frozen, watching as the usually put-together teen fiddled with his tie, looking anywhere but Virgil's face. Virgil could feel what people would describe as butterflies -although they felt more like an angry moths- swarm around his stomach, his mind racing. Sure Logan's eyes were pretty, but there's no way they were that gorgeous the last time Virgil looked at him. Virgil could feel his throat close up, although this time it was in a way that made Virgil want to smile madly. His entire body was buzzing, even though they hadn't even touched each other.

He was snapped out of his trance by the voice of his favourite nerd.

"-I'm so so so so so so so so so sorry, I know that's really stupid, but-" Virgil looked at him strangely. "Lo." "-I swear it won't happen again I just-" "Lo!" Logan started, looking at Virgil with what might have been the cutest blush ever. The two stared at each other for a few moments before Virgil broke the silence.

"It's fine." "Are you sure? I mean-" "Lo!" Logan clamped his mouth shut, his ears glowing. "It's all good." Virgil really felt like grinning, why did he feel like grinning? He hadn't been grinning a few seconds ago... he shouldn't grin, maybe just smile. Logan wouldn't feel weirded out if he smiled, right?

"It's nothing, really. Chill." he chuckled breathily, before turning back to his laptop. Virgil had to bite his lip to stop himself from grinning. That weird feeling from yesterday's back again... Never mind, he was grinning. Logan, who was still blushing, leaned closer to Virgil and peered over his shoulder.

"So... movies." "Movies." Virgil mimicked, his blush finally retreating. He turned around so that Logan was next to him instead of behind him. "What stuff do you like?" Logan shrugged. "I don't know, I'm more of a reader." "What books?" "Um... Pretty much anything, actually." Virgil mock groaned.

"That doesn't help, Lo." "Um, Stephen King? They made a few movies out of his books, didn't they?" Virgil looked at him incredulously. "Did they??? Dude, have you never watched It?" Logan furrowed his brow. "I mean, I've heard of it, aparently it was a turned out to be a hit-"

"Logan, it's like the horror movie." "The book was more of a thriller-" "Thriller, horror, whatever. The point is it's like the horror movie for beginners." "We don't have to watch it if you've already-" "Logan. We're watching it."

Logan smiled hesitantly as the emo lept off his bed, starting to gather various throws and blankets, adding to the pile Logan had placed on his bed. Once he was done it was clear that they had a considerable collection of blankets.

A slightly ruffled Virgil stood at the foot of his bed, looking at Logan.

"So, pillow fort?" Logan nodded. "Pillow fort."

About 10 minutes later they were finished. The two had pushed their beds closer to the center of the room and strung blankets across the gap in between, their desks providing sufficiant support for the "roof" of the fort. The floor was laden with cusions and pillows, which were then covered in yet more blankets, these ones the school issue ones they'd been given. Virgil was just adding the finishing touches when the door opened, revealing Logan, who'd been scouring the building for snacks.

"How'd you do?" asked Virgil, pinning his fairy lights in place. "There's a vending machiene in the lobby, Virgil. So I think I did alright." He smirked, dropping an array of gummies and chocolate across the floor. Virgil snorted, returning to his task.

"You really do have a sweet tooth." "I don't lie if I can help it." shrugged the teen, adjusting his glasses. He then sat down next to Virgil, crossing his lanky legs. He watched the emo with a strange glint in his eyes. Virgil sat back, satisfied with his work, and raised an eyebrow at Logan's expression.

"What?" He said with a defensive edge to his voice. Logan smiled. "Fairy lights?" "You got a problem with them." Virgil muttered, turning away. "Not at all." he replied. "I just didn't peg you as the type." "Loving fairy lights is universal."

The two of them fit quite comfortably in their bundle of blankets, shoulder-to-shoulder and knee-to-knee. While Virgil was trying his best to ignore the butterflies in his stomach, his skin burned wherever it touched Logan's, and an insufferable blush had found his way onto his face yet again.

"So... Should I be scared?" Virgil looked at Logan, who was munching on a chocolate kiss. "What?" "Should I be scared." Logan repeated, turned to face Virgil. "You said that it's a horror movie...?" "Oh, like that! Nah. It's famous because it was the first movie of it's kind, I think. It's not actually that scary." "Alright."

Logan turned back to face the screen, his muscles relaxing as the beginning credits began. Virgil turned to the screen too, although he wasn't paying much attention to it.

A strange feeling had come over Virgil, it was dizzying and grounding at the same time. An odd warmth that started from his chest and expanded like a balloon to strain against his skin. Virgil's lips were curved in an unconcious smile, his body relaxing against his roommates. The fact he was so calm around Logan was confusing, but it felt so nice that Virgil didn't want to question it.

Regardless of the fact he was facing the screen, all of Virgil's attention was fixed on the figure in his peripheral vision. Logan was slumped against the cusions behind them wearing a sleep-shirt, his eyes fized on the screen. If Virgil looked past the glare on his glasses, he could see those captivating eyes, twinkling with interest. There was a small smear of chocolate next to Logan's lip, and Virgil swore there was no combination of words that could explain his overwhelming urge to kiss it off.

Wait, what the-

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Summary: Virgil can't focus on anything, and so Logan suggest watching a movie together. They build a pillow fort, and my probably awkward attempt at fluff ensues.

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Review Replies for The Second Law Chapter 14

Thanks to the following awesome people for reviewing my Lotura fic, The Second Law, last chapter: LunarMagnolia, Geeeny, Rosenthorne, EllieDoll, mutedtempest, AfroditeOhki, NickyADon, Paranomrally_Normal, Krisari, TiffanyBlue, Espanholina, CherryVelvetQueen, Brynn, RogueSareth, Star-gazer, DestiniesEntwined, UltraFirelily, mintpearlvoice, graciebuns, Ecrire_Call_me_ment, MystiTrinqua, Qwennie, and Smallblaa!

You can read individual review replies below! :)

LunarMagnolia: Ahhh omg thank you so much for your very kind and extended review! Yaaas, let the princess be cared for! She needs it so much, omg. And guh, I’m so happy you enjoy the banter among the various characters! Thank you as always for your support!

Geeeny: Oh my goodness, words cannot describe how much that means to me, bless! Thank you for continuing to read and review TSL!

Rosenthorne: Thank you for your review! Yes, lots of things are in a bit of a disarray at the moment, haha—definitely a system problem in this story. XD And ahh thanks for your vote! This upcoming chapter is a little shorter, so I hope that works better for you.

EllieDoll: Ahh, thank you so much for your thoughts here. I try really hard to make an immersive experience! But yoooo valid to be suspicious of wild lurking Haggars! Yaas, Lotor and Allura both are so precious, I love them. And bwahaha omg, an “annual” mind-sex jamboree celebration, complete with banners and marketing materials. XD As always, thank you so much for your support!

Mutedtempest: Yoooo I think you got a good point about Allura protesting too much about that druid mind-meld being comparable to sex, loll. But yeah, there’s definitely a lot of tensions, and I’m hoping to grapple with those while also trying to move forward/beyond them too. So we’ll see where this next chapter takes us there, haha. Again, thank you so much for your support on this story. It really means a lot!

AfroditeOhki: “Taken by milkshakes, granola bars, and whatever mind-sex jamborees” LOLL. This comment made me giggle so much. Thank you for coming back to this story and reviewing it!

NickyADon: Oof, you bring up a really good point about maybe why Allura hurt/comfort isn’t so often seen in the archive. Although loll perhaps even this past chapter still counts as whump, since that can include a character getting sick. XD TSL has spent a lot of time focusing on Lotor’s ailments, so I definitely wanted to take an opportunity to explore Allura’s physical and mental state after so much has happened. Either way, I’m so happy you’re still enjoying this story!! I really enjoy the challenge of trying to hold in tension all of the different characters and their perceptions. And guh, yaaas, I love the generals! I’m looking forward to seeing more of them and seeing our renewed Alliance come to form! Thank you again so much!

Paranormally_Normal: Thank you, dear, for reading and reviewing! It’s not a baby, but it’s definitely in reference to something really important! This next chapter starts to unravel that mystery a little bit more. Thank you again!

Krisari: Ahhh, thank you so much for continuing to hang out in this fandom space, even though it definitely does feel a lot quieter. I’m doing what I can to make sure that Lotura fandom doesn’t die, haha. And I feel very inspired by your review! To answer your question, I do have a short reference to Allura’s struggle in the upcoming chapter. I do think, in speaking of the humanity of Team Voltron, that if Haggar hadn’t interfered, they would have likely put Lotor back in his s5 shame tube and worked out some kind of justice/trial to determine next best steps. That’s what Coran refers to in the last chapter, anyway. It seems like Haggar’s interference really heightened tensions in a big way, and that even Lotor has some blame for creating an unwinnable situation too….But yeah, haha. Lots of tensions and problems to grapple with, but also hopefully more hope than what was provided in canon! And thank you again for your reviews!

TiffanyBlue: Bless, thank you so much for that very high compliment! This story is two years old now, and I’m so humbled and appreciative that you’ve continued to return to it and provide feedback and support. It means a lot! And yaaas, oh man, the mind-share might halfway have been a plot device so I wouldn’t have to grapple with a massive retailing, but the more I got into it, the more I loved the idea that Allura and Lotor could feel each other’s emotions and the genuine character of their memories. And yaaas, Allura is a bab and deserves care too. Thank you so much for your review!

Espanholina: Ahh thank you so much for reading and reviewing! I’d love to get to the point of reconciliation and defeating that nasty witch, haha. This upcoming chapter might help to move us in that direction! As always, I appreciate your support!

CherryVelvetQueen: Yoo thank you for all of those kudos and for your review as well! I have hopes of seeing it through to its completion, so I hope this upcoming and future chapters can continue to meet your expectations for it. Thank you so much for your support!

Brynn: Words cannot describe how very thankful I am for not just your review of this past chapter but also for your reviews of all the entire story as well! This year has been quite the mind-twist between the COVID pandemic and several other disasters, but your reviews throughout March and April helped to inspire me and give me something to look forward to. So thank you again! To answer your Chapter 14 question (also yaaas I love Zethrid so much too!), I did end up doing a little scientific research into planetary atmospheres and the conditions that upset them. So I tried to integrate that as best as I could as a salute to the intelligence of Pidge and Hunk’s characters! But of course I’m no expert, haha. Regarding your Chapter 1 review, oof, it was definitely haunting for me as well to think about the chapter 1 Lotor clones after what they showed of Lotor in season 8, guh. And yaas, omg we definitely got robbed of Lotor interacting with Earth culture, but I hope to remedy that in several ways in this story! Hunk and Romelle mean a lot to me too, so I’m so happy that you enjoy what they bring to this story. They really feel like underutilized characters in a lot of ways. And thanks so much for your thoughts on how I write Lance in this story! He’s definitely a squirrely character by virtue of how he’s presented in the canon show. I really wanted him to exhibit less toxic behaviors and more supporting behaviors for his team and especially with Allura and with her interests. ALSO YAS, CATCH ME LAUGHING IN MINIMUM WAGE TOO, lol. Anyways, thank you so much for your reviews and your support! It means so much!

RogueSareth: I feel like in so many books and shows, the battle aftermath gets totally glossed over? So I really wanted to give a nod to that, because I think even the aftermath can show something important about our characters! I’m thankful you enjoyed that addition! And thank you so much for your ongoing support with this story!

Star-gazer: Thank you for your review and for continuing to read TSL!! It means a lot!

DestiniesEntwined: Wow thank you for all of your wonderful thoughts and high compliments here! I feel you, on desperately needing a break from all that high-tension battle, haha. I think this next chapter will also function as a “rest” chapter too. And ahhh, yaas, the mind share was so fun! I really do take a lot of interest in the similarities and differences between “clonetor” and “original/TSL Lotor.” I definitely want them to feel similar, but that there’s these behavior patterns that are informed by their unique experiences?? And ahhh thank you for your thoughts on chapter length as well! This next one is a little more condensed and not so long, so hopefully that better fits the amount of content you like to read at one time. Thank you again! And yes, I’m doing much better at this point—just trying to not get sick again in this COVID world, lol.

Ultrafirelily: Oh my goodness, I feel the same way! Like, why didn’t Lotor take two seconds to explain why he just assassinated Narti in front of everyone? Canon bothers me for a lot of reasons, lol, and that’s definitely one. To that point, I love the generals as well! And yeahh, I definitely feel like clonetor would have had a reason of some kind for why he did what he did. Here’s to hoping we can grapple with that a bit in this story. Thank you so much for your ongoing reviews and support, especially considering that this story is now 2 years old. It means a lot!

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Graciebuns: As always, your reactions to these chapters just uplift my whole spirit! Thank you dear! I really liked the potential of Shadam, even the messy tension between them, so I hope to close the loop on that in some way. And yaaas, omg Lotura in this fic pleasantly frustrates me because I just want to smash them together in a kiss, but there’s so much tension between them as well! We definitely know they’ve got something going on per all that nsfw hand-holding and mind-sex, and TSL being jealous of VLD Lotor, though. XD And the beginning of dat “bond claim” is definitely gonna come back, haha. Thank you again for all of your reviews and support. I’m very grateful!

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iamdeltas · 5 years ago

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X - top 5-10 characters who are yoUR PRECIOUS BABIES AND YOU WILL DIE DEFENDING THEM This depends a lot on what I’m focused on at the moment (also, not all my faves count. Generally if I feel like a fave character has enough fans to defend them or whatever, I’m not gonna feel like I need to defend them. For instance, Elsa. Does Elsa have her haters? Sure. But she’s also crazy popular, so who cares if a few people hate her? That’s why she’s not on this list, even if I do like her.) but here goes, not in order tbh, just off the top of my head: Kamala Khan, always my girl, I adore her so much and I saw a post one day talking shit about her and I wanted to throttle OP. Anyway. Kamala is the best. I cannot wait for her MCU debut. Cassandra, from Tangled: the Series. I adored Cass right from the start, and of course, right from the start, I saw people shitting on her for, IDK, daring to *gasp* not like Eugene, I guess? Wow. So yeah, I’ll die defending Cass, she’s the best, even if she made some bad choices in s3 but hey. Who hasn’t stolen an ancient powerful artifact and gotten manipulated by a demonic Eldritch being, amirite? Della Duck, from Ducktales. I adore Della, she’s such an interesting and complex character who has made her fair share of mistakes but is also trying her best. The whole discourse post-”Timephoon” really showed me that she’s a character I’d die defending as well because holy shit were people shitting all over her for... daring to ground Louie, her son, for literally causing a spacetime disaster because he wanted to make money. Sigh. Anyway. I adore Della. Anna of Arendelle, from Frozen. Oh, Anna. So many people just flat out ignore you in favor of your sister, which is so unfair. Anna is wonderful and determined and optimistic and honestly such a badass? Like that (sadly deleted) scene said, her love could hold up the world. (Fun fact, part of the reason I desperately wanted my brain to get off the Frozen traintrack it was, ah, frozen on from June 2019 to January 2020 was because it resulted in me fixating on how much people flat out do not care about Anna, which wasn’t a fun time!) I am very glad she gets to be part of the bridge with Elsa but am sadly unsurprised that people continue to ignore that and just insist that it’s only Elsa who’s the Powerful, Wonderful, Most Amazing Fifth Spirit. Anna who? Granted, the movie could have emphasized that it’s Elsa and Anna who are the Fifth Spirit, together, but still.

Alex Danvers, from Supergirl. Still my favorite character on the show! I don’t think she gets bashed as much as mostly just ignored? (I’d say poor Kara gets the brunt of the bashing. It’s very sad.) Unless Lena stans get confronted with the fact that their fave is doing some highly Unethical Things, then they start pointing to Alex for some reason and start saying, Yeah Well, Alex Works For A Shady Government Organization, So Who’s The *Real* Bad Guy Here? (Me: ....it’s still Lena, but go off, I guess.) I guess I just generally relate to her overwhelming Big Sister-ness and the high pressure she puts on herself because what a Mood, amirite? I feel that whole, anxiety that your parents will be disappointed in you because I feel that every day! I also adore how dedicated she is and how smart she is (something the fandom and the show often seem to ignore...) Connie Maheswaran, from Steven Universe. She’s the best! And she was totally the MVP of Steven Universe: Future, telling off all the Gems for making Steven’s problems about them because that was the last thing Steven needed! She’s practical and smart but at the same time so adventurous and brave and willing to stand up to protect the Earth! It’s very admirable. Steven Universe, from... you know. I’ve always liked Steven but I think Future gave me a greater appreciation for this kid. This poor kid has had to grow up so fast and basically play therapist for his Gem moms as well as for Gems who literally tried to kill him multiple times. His compassion is so admirable but wow did it result in him putting himself last! I have a soft spot for these types of characters, the characters who care so much about other people that they forget to care about themselves. (Alex Danvers is in this category also.) I know some people got mad about his downward spiral in Future, but honestly the complaints just strike me as being mad that Steven dares to have his own problems as opposed to being the Happy Boy Therapist Who Fixes Everyone Else’s Problems And Has Zero Problems Of His Own. Martha Jones, from Doctor Who. Oh, Martha Jones, you’re a star. I had a group of college friends who I watched Doctor Who with back in the day, and they hated Martha. (Most notable exchange: one of said friends saying that she thought Martha was just “too smart” to be relatable. Said friend was a physics major.) I hope the Martha hate has cooled down now because Martha always deserves so much appreciation. She had to put up with so much in s3 (incidentally, I think about s3 sometimes and I wonder why the fuck 10 is my favorite Doctor. Honestly, he’s such a dick in s3. Martha Deserved Better.), and I’m so glad she was able to be one of the few companions in NuWho with a nontraumatic exit. I hope she’s living her best life, wherever she might be now. Ninth Doctor, from Doctor Who. Gosh I love Nine. Those same college friends who hated Martha also told me to skip s1, and I’m very glad I did not listen to them. I’ve always liked Jerks with Hearts of Gold, and Nine definitely is that! I just adore how while he had such a gruff and battle-scarred demeanor, he was so sweet and genuinely kind. He’s a puppy in a leather jacket! And not only can he be genuinely soft and sweet, but he’s also just so silly sometimes? Absolutely not what you’d expect from his general appearance but he can be quite a goofball! I love that for him! And while I may not like Doctor/Rose as a ship (honestly I just don’t tend to like Doctor/companion ships at all), his relationship with Rose was so sweet. I also just enjoy that, underneath all the weariness and the surface-level cynicism, he is actually very optimistic. Twelfth Doctor, honestly, same deal as Nine. I’m very annoyed with people who dismiss him as being the Grumpy Doctor because he’s just so genuinely kind and compassionate? He might genuinely be one of the most compassionate Doctors I’ve ever seen. He even extends kindness to his worst enemies. There’s something really beautiful about that. Being kind, even when it might ultimately backfire on you and might not even work, because why not try? He’s just a punk rock grandpa trying his best, how can you hate that? He’s got some sick guitaring skills btw. He should join a band. (I know Peter Capaldi is in a band, so that just makes me want 12 to be in a band even more.) Sometimes I think there should be a band in the Whoniverse made up of some of the Doctor’s regens but then I get stuck on who’d be in it besides 12. Maybe 2 can be in it, with his weird flute thing. Anyway. His relationship with Clara was great (mostly because of how destructive and codependent it was lmao) but I just genuinely adore his connection with Bill. I’m always here for found family, and Bill being 12′s Earth granddaughter just warms my heart so much! Thirteenth Doctor, but actually the opposite deal of Nine and Twelve. I once saw a post saying that most Doctors can be split into one of two categories: grump with a heart of gold or charming goofball with a dark side. And, despite the two characters I just listed being in the former category, I think I tend to prefer the latter? Mostly because I see plenty of Jerks With Hearts of Gold but I feel like I don’t see as many heroic charming goofballs with a dark side. Anyway, that’s absolutely what 13 is, and I appreciate the layers that she has and am constantly annoyed at people who only see her surface level cheeriness and think that’s all there is to her. I really love it when characters Aren’t What They Seem and 13 exemplifies that. To borrow a phrase from a post I saw a very long time ago, 13 is so facile. She’s so physical, taking up so much space and constantly moving, but is so touch-averse. She talks so much and is very friendly, but is incredibly emotionally constipated and keeps even her so-called best friends at an arms length. She talks a lot about hope and compassion, but boy can she be hella violent and feral! Love That For Her. T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending, about anything at all (gender identity, sexual or romantic orientation, extended family, sexual preferences like top/bottom/switch, relationship with poetry, seriously anything) Oh absolutely. Off the top of my head: Cassandra is a lesbian. And that’s that on that. 13 is touch-averse! (Also stop yelling that she needs a hug! She doesn’t want one! It’s okay to not want hugs, that’s not a crime!) Alex can cook. Cooking isn’t even that hard? K -Say something nice about someone in any of your fandoms Ooh, this is hard cuz there are a lot of people in any of my fandoms that I feel like I can say nice things about! Let’s go with Supergirl since I’ve been neglecting that fandom a lot. Uh. I adore @wizardofahz ‘s fics about the Superfam! I’m always craving more gen fic and she delivers! I love her characterizations of everyone, especially her characterizations of Alex and Kara.

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some-cookie-crumbz · 6 years ago

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Collector’s Edition - Kidge Month Day 13 Prompt Fill Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Pairing: Kidge Summary: When Kolivan assigns Keith to go collect an important artifact the Blade has been tracking, he’s initially excited because it means he gets to spend time with Pidge. But when he gets a third and fourth wheel tacked on? Not so much. Standard Disclaimer: If you read and enjoy this, please give it a like/ reblog so I know if I should write more.

Despite his parting from Team Voltron, Keith was grateful that he still had times where he could collaborate with them. With how much they could all grate on his nerves, he still cared about them and valued their skills. Lance, despite being brash and arrogant, was a fast learner and rather skilled tactician, when the mood struck him. Plus, he was rather skilled at rolling with a last-minute plan pretty well. And Hunk, though a bit of a coward, was a powerhouse with a heart of gold. He would put his own fear aside to protect innocent people. Allura, despite being royalty, was far from someone who feared the idea of getting involved in the fray. Her diplomacy skills were just as honed as he fighting capabilities, which he couldn’t help but admire. He and Shiro had a history and he knew his qualifications quite well. Excluding him, he had to say that Pidge was probably the person he enjoyed interacting and working with on the team the most.

And that wasn’t just because the two of them had started a relationship underneath everyone else’s noses.

So, when Kolivan asked him if he’d mind working with Voltron for the mission, he had jumped at the chance. He suggested Pidge specifically, since it sounded like it was a more covert operation. Green Lion would be incredibly useful in the situation, and he wasn’t going to complain about getting some much needed one-on-one time with Pidge. They hadn’t been able to take the time and catch up on what was new in each other’s lives lately, after all.

Instead, he’d been crammed into the Green Lion with Pidge, Hunk and Lance. And forced to suffer through Lance singing the entirety of “99 Bottles” two and a half times.

"Okay, see, this seems a lot more like a potential black market!" Lance said, gesturing widely around them at the small shops and booths set up around them. All three of them had been decked out in Blade garb to help keep them from standing out. The last thing they needed was to be wandering around a market like this with the three decked out in their full Paladin armor.

Hunk was a few paces behind him, looking incredibly uncomfortable as he peered around at the various liens around them. "Is that really something we should be celebrating about? Aren't black markets supposed to be, you know, super sketchy?"

“Considering there's a Blade informant around here, doing Blade tasks? Probably," Pidge chimed in. Then, with a small huff that Keith knew meant she was smirking, she turned and walked backwards along. "Probably super dangerous, too. I mean, Kolivan said the agent that that agent they assigned out here had to be put through rigorous, intense torture training."

"Wait, what? Nobody told me that!"

Keith could feel his eye twitch as he peered around himself, trying to look for any sign of a Blade nearby. "Pidge, stop trying to freak Hunk out," he said flatly. He then tilted his head back and to address the other man. "She's exaggerating, Hunk."

"Exaggerating? So he did have to be put through torture training?"

Lance snorted a bit, a clear indication that he was going to join in on Pidge’s game, too. "Wouldn't surprise me. I mean, have you ever actually listened to some of Nihaar's stories?"

"Oh, did she tell you about the Blade who ripped one of his own teeth out?"

"Oh God!" Hunk choked out.

"Would you three knock it off?" Keith barked as he wheeled around to face them. They all skid to a stop and turned to look at him. Part of the problem with having Lance, Hunk or both of them around was that the three of them tended to feed on one another. If one of them was riffing on one of the others? Then the third one had to join in so it was a game of two against one. It was exhausting in situations such as this. He couldn’t see their faces, but he took comfort in knowing they were paying attention to him. "Look, Nihaar tends to embellish some of the stuff she's seen. I've been working with the Blade a while and, aside from the initial trials I went through, I haven't had to do any extra training like pulling out teeth or being tortured or whatever else you're thinking goes on."

"Well of course Keith would say that," Lance said, leaning over to faux-whisper to Hunk "since he’s had to take the Blade of Marmora vow of silence."

"That or they put a device in his head to control his thought process," Pidge chimed in, her voice surprisingly chipper. "Did you see any surgical scars by either of his temples? That's how we'll know for sure."

"Oh, God, I’m pretty sure I saw one!"

"I am so sick of all of you," Keith snarled lowly, throwing his hands up and turning to stomp away.

"Aw, Keef~! Wait up!" Pidge called, all giggles as she chased after him. It took her a moment to catch up, given he was taller and had gotten a head start. "Chill out, dude. We're just teasing."

"What you're doing is being obnoxious and making this mission way harder than it needs to be! And attracting tons of attention!" He hissed out quietly, indicating the crowd around them with a nod of his head. A few of the other patrons wandering around had started glancing over at Hunk, Lance and Pidge’s theatrics, their eyes glued to them. When Pidge lifted her head and peered around, though, they all quickly averted their gaze, trying to avoid getting caught.

"Oh, come on. We're just having a little fun with you," She said, stepping closer so that she was beside him. "I mean, we don't get to tease you like we used to anymore. We gotta get our fill when we can find the time."

"Gee, thanks. I feel so loved," he quipped sarcastically.

Pidge laughed outright at his dry response. "As you should! We only do it because we care and miss you,"

"You have a real funny way of showing it," He paused to turn his head and watch as Lance and Hunk started trying to catch up, flailing their arms and shouting gibberish at them. They had gotten a decent breath of space between them. "Well, when these two are around, anyway."

"It's not my fault we're keeping things on the DL," she huffed as they started the trek again. She peered around at a booth that seemed to have some kind of glass wares available. "I take it that the rumor is true, though?"

"Rumor?"

"I overheard Shiro and Coran talking. You originally asked Kolivan to approve me alone for the mission?"

He could feel his cheeks flushing under the mask. "Oh, that," he mumbled shyly. "Well, yeah. I figured it'd make more sense to go in a small, covert group. Plus, Green Lion has that cloaking device, so she's good in situations like this." He explained. He caught the subtle droop of her shoulders and shifted, nudging her with his hip. "And, you know, I thought it'd be nice to spend time with you, one-on-one."

"Aw, you're a big softie," she hummed, reaching out to shove his arm playfully. Her hand lingered, though. It was the most they could do with Hunk and Lance with them, after all. "But I'm surprised Kolivan didn't agree. I mean, that's some pretty sound logic you were using."

He shrugged. "He said it's because whatever we've been sent to collect isn't going to be an easy fare. I'm assuming that, whatever it is, must be pretty important if he wants so much extra coverage," he said. He wasn’t completely sure on the details, as Kolivan had implied it was a rather sensitive situation. His lips twisted down in a small scowl as his mind whirled with another thought as to why his commander had picked a slightly larger group. "Well, either that, or he thinks we need babysitters."

"Jokes on him; none of us here are mature enough to keep the others in line," she scoffed, stretching her arms above her head. There was a small pop of her back followed by a soft sigh. "If he wanted people who behave then he should have sent, like, Shiro or Adwru or someone like that along."

Keith opened his mouth to say something else when they heard a loud, alarmed shout behind them. They turned to find Lance and Hunk, both in cuffs, surrounded by a small group of some kind of guards. They weren’t wearing Galran armor, but the armor they did have had some kind of strange, bright orange symbol on it, like an opened eye surrounded by sun beams. Three more guards had turned to look at them.

"Hey, you two! Come with us!" One of the guards shouted, lifting one hand to reveal something that resembled a cattle prod in their hand.

"Run!" Keith snapped, shoving Pidge’s shoulder in the direction they’d been going.

The guards darted after them, snapping about how important bringing them in was. A pit formed in his stomach. Were they aware of what to expect from Blade members in regards to dress? Or had they figured out who, exactly, Pidge, Hunk and Lance were? He knew that some time back Pidge had gone snooping around from underground swap to swap, chasing leads on where she could find Matt and Sam. Had word of her movements traveled and left security at these sorts of places on high alert?

It would be something he’d need to loom in to later, he decided. Right now, they had to figure out how to shake their pursuers and free the other two. Seeming to be on the same page as him, Pidge called out her bayard and flipped around. She fired her hook shot out, slamming right into a large chandelier. It came crashing down, narrowly missing hitting the guards chasing them, and making a decent mess between them. "Ha! Nice shot!" He praised.

"Thanks!" She said, turning to start running again before freezing. She lifted her bayard again and prepared to launch it out again. "Keith, duck!" She shouted, but before she could let the shot fly, she was seized up by two sets of large arms. She started thrashing, flinging her head back in an attempt to headbutt her captor. "Let go of me!”

"Pidge!" He shouted, pulling out his Blade dagger and starting to charge forward. He was tackled from the side by one of the other guards who had found their way around the smashed chandelier. He threw his elbow behind him, managing to clip the other in their trunk-like nose, in an attempt to get his Blade free enough to make a move with it. Instead, the guard grabbed the wrist and pinned it down.

The one holding Pidge fished out a laser gun with one hand and held it to her head. “Stop fighting, or your little friend here is gonna suffer the consequences,” They snarled at him.

Keith glared up at them but didn’t say anything or try to fight it as they looped the cuffs on the wrist still clutching his dagger. The guard pinning him perked up, leaning over to get a closer look at his dagger, before letting out a small hum. “These are definitely the ones boss told us to keep an eye out for,”

“Good,” The one hold Pidge said gruffly. Another guard approached and helped him to cuff her as well. Once the two were cuffed properly, the guards that had caught Hunk and Lance approached, leading the duo along with guns to their backs. “You all are going to have the delight of meeting the big boss himself for your actions. You should feel honored.” He sneered.

All the vendors and patrons around them watched in wide-eyed intrigue as the group was led away. They were loaded up into the back of a small vehicle and driven out of the main bazaar, out towards a large building a few miles away. Judging by its placement and the other vehicles coming and going, Keith was willing to wager this was the building where seller’s permits, security agents, and other such matters were handled. Once they entered the building, they were taken past a reception area in the front, down a long corridor, and into an office. A figure settled at a desk in the room perked up at their entrance, a toothy grin turning up on their lips.

"Ah, so you lot are the group Kolivan sent, hm? Pretty impressive struggle you put up out there. Been a while since my men were given a run for their money like that," he said with a laugh, waving one hand at his guards as he pushed out of his seat and approached. He was clearly part Galra, given his pupil less yellow eyes and the purple-blue hue of the fur he had. His ears were reminiscent of Sendak’s, being large and wide and attached completely to his head, though they grew more narrowed and furless leading up towards the tips. His nose pointed out a bit, somewhat like the snout of a rodent, and was furred all the way up to the tip. The fur along their head had been grown out and down, leaving them with fur that functioned much like sideburns, but were clearly well-maintained and groomed. Unlike the normal Blade or Galran armor, or even the more simple robes most merchants sported, he was wearing a burgundy colored suit with silver detail work along the lapels and cuffs. At his indication, the guards set to removing the shackles they’d placed them in just moments before. “Though I certainly hope that none of you were harmed. We have to put on an impressive, believable show for the other merchants, but that doesn’t mean we go out of our way to hurt you.”

Keith blinked as his wrist were freed, reaching up to gently rub at the left one. "Wait, you're our informant?"

"Indeed I am. You may address me as Reylt," he said, offering him a hand.

While Keith shook his hand, Hunk poked his head over, unbound and seeming significantly less unnerved. "Wait, you're the Blade guy? But you don't look like you've been through rigorous, agonizing torture,"

Reytl cocked his head in confusion before shaking it. "I... I beg your pardon? I am a Blade who was ill-suited for combat, but excelled in other fields that are just as necessary," He then turned and indicated they follow him to yet another elevator at the other end of the room. Three of his guards followed along while the rest fell back and took watch by the main office entrance and elevator respectively. "Though I can't blame you for being confused. Those who know of the Blade tend to only know about the main activities they engage in." He clicked the lowest button and, after a small cream of gears, began its descent.

"Information gathering seems pretty commonplace for the Blades, though I'm sure you get a pretty diverse selection, given your location," Pidge chimed in, waggling her fingers at her sides.

Reytl hummed before holding one hand up and waffling it side to side. "It varies, if I am honest. Information also isn't my expertise, though I will offer up anything of notoriety that I find," The elevator dinged as it reached the floor, the door gliding open smoothly. They were greeted with huge, large shelves filled decorated with various goods decorating them. "Come along. My men will help you transport the goods back to your vehicle."

“Goods?" Hunk asked skeptically as they all slipped out.

The young Blade cast them a quick, curious glance over his shoulder. "Yes. Kolivan did explain what, exactly, he sent you to retrieve, did he not?"

"Well, he said it was vital equipment we were coming to get," Lance scoffed.

"Equipment, goods, feh. It's a yularis, yularis matter at that point," Reytl snorted, emphasizing an ‘e’ sound the first time he said the word, and then emphasizing an ‘i’ sound.

"Uh... What?" Lance drawled out.

Hunk hummed quietly, tilting his head. "I think that's their version of tomato, tomatoe,"

"Ah, brilliant," Pidge said flatly.

“So, where is this item? We really need to get going before they start thinking something bad has happened to us,” Keith cut in, walking alongside Reytl and his guard.

“Right this way. Also, I must say, Kolivan has exquisite taste. Finding this little number was not easy, but I’m sure that it will be well worth it,” He commented, leading them through the shelves of goods until he reached one of the larger items. A huge grin turned up on his lips as he pulled out a tablet, clicked in some information, and then smiled as one of the larger items from the top shelf was slowly pressed out on a moving platform and lower. “Tahdah!” He held his arms out with flourish at the item before them.

“... U-Uh,” Hunk trailed, looking from the item to the others.

“Oh, my God,” Pidge choked out, the noise sounding like a cross between a laugh and a groan.

Keith swallowed hard, looking at the item and then Reytl. “Is… Is that… A desk?”

“Well, it isn’t just a desk! It is a desk made of the finest windeler wood, crafted by the craftsmen Quin’clu’tarf! It’s a one-of-a-kind antique!”

Lance let out a low groan, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Are you serious?”

“Um… Are you sure this is what we were sent here for?” Keith asked, shaking his head a bit. He couldn’t believe that this was what they were sent for.

However, Reytl nodded, a serious scowl forming on his face. “Oh, absolutely. I have been trying to find this desk at his request for ages now!” He turned to look at the item again, then back to the team. “Now, do you need any equipment to help you with transporting it?”

The ride in Green Lion to return was incredibly quiet and tense, leaving Keith almost wishing the others would start acting up again.

#Voltron legendary defender #Keidge #Kidge #Peith #Kidgemas #MonthofKidge #MonthofKidge2019 #KidgeaPalooza #KidgeaPalooza2019 #Pidge Gunderson #Keith Kogane #my fics #Yall can't convince me Kolivan hasn't pulled something like this before #It's just not possible

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queen-of-the-vampires · 6 years ago

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let me take care of you

characters: kai parker x reader

word count: 1,138

warnings: none

summary: when you get sick, kai is being more of an asshole than normal for reasons you don’t know about.

beta: she wants to remain anonymous

squares filled: common cold // taking care of you when you’re sick

fandom: the vampire diaries

author’s note: this is for @badthingshappenbingo and @fluffbingo respectively and i am hosting a challenge on this blog, so if you’re a writer, and wan to participate, it would really mean a lot if you wanted to participate! if you have any requests, please send them in!

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From the moment you woke up your head throbbed, your throat itched, and your nose ran. Everything on your body ached from the flu symptoms you’ve been showing. Last week, you were tubing in the raging lakes, and this week you were down with the flu. Being human sucks, but you refused help from your immortal friends. Enough people were dying in this town, and you didn't want to be one of them. Nothing wrong with sucking blood and killing people, but you didn't want that for yourself.

Instead, you opted to just take medicine like any other human would and get over it.

It would have been easy except your roommate and heretic, Kai, was making it very difficult. You two had kind of a thing going on where you would kiss and date sometimes, but wouldn’t ever make it official. He has problems with commitment and feelings, so you let him take this at his own pace. It didn’t bother you to wait for him as long as you know he’d be there at the finish line.

However, ever since you’ve gotten sick, he has been avoiding you like the plague, which was crazy since he couldn’t get sick. Forcing your body out of bed, you knew that moving around the house was good for your body, so you made your way down to the kitchen where Kai was. He was happily munching on some bacon when he looked up at you.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“Like ass. My whole body aches,” you coughed as you took a seat next to him. Even before your ass could make contact with the bench-seat, he scooted to the other end of it with his food before resuming eating.

“You’re such an asshole you know that?”

“You’re sick. It’s rude not to wear a face mask,” he shrugged.

“Fuck you,” you groaned as you got up to make yourself some soup. It was the only food that your stomach allowed to be in it, and even then, that was a touchy subject.

Despite the heating being on in the house, you were freezing. Knowing it was only because of the flu, you still wrapped a thick blanket around your body as you made your way over to the couch where Kai was sitting. The couch was big enough to fit four people, so you didn’t see a problem with sitting next to your roommate with some space in between. Your throat itched badly, and you covered your mouth with the blanket before letting out a raw cough that seemed to go on for days.

Kai groaned in annoyance before scooting to the other end of the couch before turning the TV up. He could feel your eyes on the side of his face, but he refused to even look at you.

“If you’re going to cough, you really should try and keep it down. I don’t need you getting me sick,” he commented.

“I really should get a new roommate,” you sighed before getting up slowly and leaving the room. If he was going to be so rude, then you didn't want to be anywhere near him.

The best thing about having Kai as a roommate and kind of boyfriend was that you get to wear his clothes any time you want. They smelled like him, they were soft and very comfortable. Grabbing your favorite one, you replaced it with the shirt you were wearing, which made you feel ten times better. Your body wasn’t feeling cold anymore, but you still had a terrible cough.

Walking out of his room, you ran into him in the hallway, and he gave you a look of annoyance when he saw his shift. Before you two could say anything, you brought the U collar up to your mouth before coughing in it.

“You know what, keep it. It has all of your germs anyway,” he said as he walked into the bathroom.

“You’re a fucking vampire, Kai! You can’t get sick! Stop being so dramatic!” you yelled as you stalked off to your room to be alone since he doesn’t want you near him.

Your high temperature and aching body meant bad dreams since you weren't in the right mind to conjure up good ones. Turning over in your sleep, you whimpered in pain as your body begged for you to stay still. Kai was on the other side of the house, but he could still hear your whimpers and cries of pain. Yeah, he was being an asshole but only because he didn’t want to face his true feelings for you.

He was falling in love like an idiot, and he thought if he deflected you at every chance he got, it would make them go away when in reality, it only made them grow. Sighing, he tossed his blankets off before trekking to your room. After entering the room, he got into bed next to you before pulling you into his body. Due to being sick, you were a light sleeper, so his actions woke you up.

“I thought you didn't want to get sick,” you sighed despite your body melting into his.

“I’m a vampire. I don’t get sick. Sleep. Let me take care of you,” he whispered as he smoothed down your hair.

“I knew you cared about me,” you faintly whispered as you let sleep overcome you.

“Of course I do. I love you,” he said well after you had fallen asleep. Now, if he could say it to your face when you were awake, that would be fucking great.

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shinidamachu · 6 years ago

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Window - Part II

Summary: so for te first day of @inukag-week I wrote a follow up to Window on InuYasha’s perspective. I did my best to give you backstory so you can read it even if you missed the first part. Also, I dedicate this to the amazing @dyaz-stories. Prompt: opposites.

Word Count: 2089 Genre: angst but like chill Fandom: InuYasha Pairing: Inukag Format: oneshot AO3 Link: 🌹 Fanfic.Net Link: 🌹

InuYasha struggled to sleep as the war between his pride and the yearn for seeing her took place inside of him. The half demon had seen it happen times enough to know exactly how it would go.

He would end up at her window the same way he had done every single time before.

It had begun — just like everything else about them, it seemed — unpretentiously and unexpectedly that grew into something as natural as the tides: he couldn’t explain how or why, but it existed and there was no restraining it.

All InuYasha knew when he went after her that first night was that Kagome used to spend damn too much time on the other side of the well for his liking and he had developed the frustrating tendency of getting apprehensive whenever she wasn’t around.

An impulsive act was all it took for him to caught himself petrified outside her window, too late then to turn back, too late at night to demand that she went back with him. Although the half demon had no idea of what to do at the time, he knew what he wanted, and it was nothing more than to be with her.

To this day, InuYasha couldn’t tell how he had conjured the courage to ask her to stay, but it was a good thing he did, for she had allowed him to and he had been showing up at her window ever since.

It was a relieving feeling, knowing she was safe and sound under his protection even if her era had proven itself to be relatively safer than his own and the girl had toughen up as time went by. He just couldn’t help it, mostly because the brutal truth was that he missed her. Completely and truthfully missed her.

Maybe she knew it. Maybe that was the reason why she never questioned him about it, but has always left the window wide open afterwards. Maybe she missed him too. The thought alone could still make something deep inside his stomach melt in the most delightful way.

There was something endearing about sharing this secret — and her bed, for that matter — with Kagome. Not that InuYasha had a problem with sleeping on the floor, but the girl made such a big deal out of it that he finally gave in and in spite of his initial embarrassment, he certainly wasn’t going to complain about it.

The whole thing went without saying. She left, he followed. Simple as that. And InuYasha enjoyed simple, he could do simple. But simple never lasts. Of all people, he should be the one with this lesson engraved deep inside his head.

Now “complicated” didn’t even begin to cover it and his frustration increased with every breath he took. In any other day, at this very moment, they would be together and he could actually sleep instead of just closing his eyes and pretending to.

His friends didn’t seem to be striving against the same problem — as their slow, deep breaths made abundantly clear, they had long ago fallen asleep. Good. InuYasha knew pretty well the reason of his insomnia was five hundred years away and he could easily spend the rest of his bad mood without anybody reminding him that, thank you very much.

Their earlier speech about how he should go to Kagome and make things right between them had actually annoyed him into doing the opposite. Of course they would take her side, they always do — which is mildly irritating, to say the least, but the hanyou was used to it by now.

Unwilling to stay at Kaede’s hut any longer, InuYasha decided to go for a walk, hoping to clear his mind somehow. The hanyou got out to the clouded night, not caring slightly for the drizzle that welcomed him. Before realizing it, he was walking the path that would take him to Kagome and sooner than the expected, there he was at her window again, just like he knew he would.

Now the half demon wished he hadn’t come, because for the first time in what seemed to be forever, the window was closed. The rain on her side of the well had been falling for a long while, InuYasha could tell as he let it soak him head to toe, watching the water bath the glassy surface that viewed to her room.

Maybe it’s because of the rain, a little, pathetic voice in his head tried to argue and it almost made him suppress a scornful laugh — the half demon thought he had sealed away that side of him long ago. Hope was a treacherous thing to have.

Still, he tried to open the window, fiding then that it was locked. The ghost of something highly unpleasant formed in his throat and he unsuccessfully tried to swallow it. So Kagome didn’t want him to come. Fine.

From outside he spotted the miko lying on the bed, but the rain prevented him from knowing either she was awake or not. Intending to enter, check on her and leave before she even suspected he went there, InuYasha tried his best to unlock the damn thing without breaking it into pieces, which he was very tempted to do.

“Fuck!” He let out through clenched teeth when it became obvious the gentle approach wasn’t working.

The hanyou was about to give up when the delicate silhouette of the girl slowly walked towards him, stopping only when they were face to face. For an excruciating moment, InuYasha thought that would be all, but as it turned out, Kagome always had a way of surprising him. The sound of a click made itself heard above the incessant rain, her eyes never leaving his while she lifted the structure open.

Silently, the black haired girl turned away. InuYasha sneaked inside, the warmth and familiar smell of the place involving him right away.

“So…” InuYasha began, whilst Kagome headed to the bed. She had been crying and he took no pride on how obvious it was to him after having seen it so many times — and even less pride on being the reason behind her tears. “You lock the window, now?” The half demon regretted the accusing tone as soon as the words came out of his mouth.

InuYasha turned back to close it himself, muffling the rain and the world outside. She sat on the bed, eyes on her lap as he followed.

“I didn’t think you would come.”

“Well, I’m here, aren’t I?” It was a good thing they used to keep their voices down when in her room because he would be shouting his exasperation otherwise. Although InuYasha doubted it was necessary this time. He could hear her grandpa’s thunderous snoring and Sota entertained with that strange box of his. Her mother wasn’t home.

“You don’t have to be if you don’t want to.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Kagome looked him straight in the eyes this time, no space for ambiguities.

“You know what it means.” And as a matter of fact, he did.

“I went to see her and we talked, so what? It ain’t like we get all over each other the way you and that pathetic excuse of wolf do.” Kagome stood up and he involuntarily took a step back.

“That’s totally different.” The very idea she actually believed that was hilarious and outrageous at the same time.

“How, exactly?” But he knew the difference, at least for him. It was different because Kagome didn’t have to smell someone else’s scent on him for hours until it would fade away. It was different because she didn’t have to sit and watch as someone else promised to give him everything she couldn’t.

“I’m not in love with Koga, for starts.” Despite the relief her statement gave him, InuYasha shook his head.

“It’s not like that.” It felt like it didn’t matter how hard InuYasha tried to do the right thing by Kikyo and Kagome, he just kept failing both of them and he knew it.

“Oh, please! You kissed her once. I was there.”

“That was before-” Before I realized how madly in love I am with you. The unsaid words lingered there, an invisible barrier between them that he knew he shouldn’t cross.

“I don’t care when it was! This isn’t about Kikyo and it isn’t about Koga, either. It’s about you lying to me.”

“I only lied because I knew you would make a big deal out of it. You always do.”

“I wouldn’t make a big deal out of it if you didn’t give me reasons to.” She stared at him with defiance, their heavy breaths filling the air before they become too aware of their noses almost touching. Kagome was the first to look away. “I’m tired of having the same fight over and over again and I’m sick of feeling the way I do whenever there’s shinidamachu around. So if you want to go, just go. I won’t ask you to stay.”

“And what if I want to stay?” Kagome blinked slowly, arms crossing and lips slightly trembling.

“Then don’t lie to me again. And stop dripping on my floor.” Convinced they were going to be alright, InuYasha paced to the bathroom as silent as possible, barely able to hide his smile.

Once there, he stripped off the suikan — there wasn’t much he could do for the soaked piece, anyway — and with the aid of a fluffy fabric, started to dry himself.

InuYasha was remarkably familiar with good part of her modern utensils by now, specially the ones that composed her scent. The first aid kit, the strange bottles he still hadn’t figured out what were for, the red little stick that makes her lips smell like strawberry and leaves him dying to steal a taste.

Everything about it, just like in her bedroom, was so impossibly Kagome it was both intoxicating and a constant reminder he was the only thing there that didn’t fit.

When he came back, the lights were off and she was already under the covers. InuYasha closed the door and stood there, uncertain of what to do next. He still owed her an apology.

“Are you dry yet?” She sounded sleepy by the minute, so he opted for skipping the question.

“I’m sorry, Kagome.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, I mean it. I will never lie to you again, I swear.”

Kagome moved the blanket away to reveal what has been implicitly established as his side of the bed, a peace offer that he gladly took. Sometimes, when the moon abandoned him to his own fortune, it was the only way he would allow himself to rest and on the nights he was really lucky, she would call his name on her sleep. Whenever he laid there beside her, it didn’t feel unfitting at all. It felt like belonging.

There was one thing missing, though, and he waited for it.

“Still mad at me, aren’t ya?”

As if she could read his mind, Kagome sighed before curling up with him, head nestling against his chest — right over his heart — and InuYasha hoped one day she discovered every erratic beat was just for her.

“I’m always mad at you.”

“I ain’t fightin’ you on that.”

He felt more than saw her smile — which only caused his own — and as InuYasha relished on the feeling of having her so close, time passed by unnoticed until Kagome spoke again.

“InuYasha?”

“Yeah?”

“Why do we keep making this so much harder than it needs to be?”

InuYasha contemplated the question for a while. Ultimately, he narrowed it down to one logical conclusion.

“It wouldn’t be us otherwise.”

“I guess you’re right.” Was the last thing she said before drifting to sleep.

As much as he wanted to pretend the whole universe came down to those four walls, InuYasha wasn’t naive. He knew she deserved better than anything he could possibly offer her, that they belonged to different worlds, that departure was inevitable. And he knew the day would come when she wouldn’t open the window anymore.

“But until then…” His eyes closed and he let himself sink into her hair, lips brushing against the black strands, her sweet scent inviting him to relax toward the peaceful torpor of slumber and not for the first time when holding Kagome in the darkness of her room, InuYasha wished for the sun to forget to raise.

A/N: @dyaz-stories now I don’t know if this is what you pictured when you said yo wanted to read a follow up from InuYasha’s point of view but if it isn’t I promise to make it up to you sometime. That being said, I really hope you like it. Je t'aime.

Funny thing: Come In With The Rain started playing while I was writing this piece and now I’ve declared it the soundtrack of this little story until Taylor Nation sues me.

#Inukag Week #Inukag #Kagome Higurashi #InuYasha #Inukag Oneshot #Inukag Angst #Sid writes

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btsinspirationtakesme · 8 years ago

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Prompt: “Get the fuck out of my house.”

Description: Fuckboi! Jungkook who quotes Gatsby strikes the fandom.

AN: I am taking prompts, they can be 1-2 lines and you can send me separate OC profiles too!

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

The story started when Jeon Jungkook walked out of your room with freshly fucked hair and his shirt buttons open half way down. He had the audacity to button them up slowly with a smirk as soon as he saw your disgusted expression. Why was he in your room in the first place? How did you even know he was Jeon Jungkook? Okay, let’s back up.

No, the story really started when your housemates decided to throw a quote ‘small get together of a couple of people’. You happily agreed, because a little party never killed nobody. Your new house was also pretty spacious, and with three other housemates all in individual rooms too- there was nothing to lose, or so you thought. Like most events, your housemates advertised the party on facebook harmlessely with the idea only people who knew who you were would click ‘going’.

Hours before it was party time, you logged into facebook and scrolled down your feed. Your eyes popped out after seeing your party on everyone else’s feed as an event they were going to. You had 500 facebook friends, but you only knew 100 well.

Screaming to your housemates, who were equally surprised as well you all sat in the living room floor for an hour thinking about what to do.

“We can’t tell them no.” Housemate no.1, Maddy had said. A finance major who lived life in between internships and tinder meet ups.

“Yes we can.” You butted in, because there was no way your home could fit as many people as you saw had said they were coming.

Before Maddy was about to reply, housemate no.2 squeaked. Miranda, an English student you did’t know too well.

“Jeon Jungkook is coming.” She quickly covered her mouth in shock looking down at her phone.

“That’s it, no way are we cancelling!” Maddy slammed her hands down on the floor.

“You can’t be serious.” You said, because you very well knew of the infamous Jeon Jungkook from lit class. Girls dropped their panties for him in an instant just seeing his smile, or so the saying had it. You groaned at the realisation your housemates were completely dick whipped with a guy they had never even met. Jeon Jungkook was a private, exclusive person from what you had also heard.

The party would continue, and the time before you opened your doors to the entire student population the day was filled with gossip about the infamous Jungkook and his notable conquests. Hearing about him made you sick, because the stories of his conquests were the only reason why he was hot topic.

When the party began, people had engulfed your home and it was hard to move in and out of the rooms. You knew some, but most seemed to be strangers who had come for the free beer. Even though it was crowded a bit too much for your liking, you had managed to have some fun. Your friends had arrived and you were busy dancing the night away with them. You were so wonderfully distracted, that you had forgotten all the hype that was about a boy called Jeon Jeongguk coming into your home.

“Our arm’s can’t even get us all in, Y/N do you have your selfie stick upstairs?!”Your friend Ji Su asked over the loud music, frustrated that a group picture was impossible to take when there were too many of you.

You kissed her forehead to calm her down. “Don’t worry, there’s one in my room let me get it.” You assured her, leaving them and managing to curve your way out of the living room full of people close together and into the hallway.

Great, sex on the stairways. You thought as you noticed two people who you had no clue were feeling each other up in your home.

“Get a room, babes.” You said, but it was useless because they had gone too far.

You went up the stairs and crossed the second hallway to get to your room, but the sight that took your eyes registered itself all too quickly.

You could probably say, this is where your story began to take shape, if not really begin.

A boy had just walked out of your room with freshly fucked hair and his shirt buttons open half way through. Seeing your disgusted reaction, he had the audacity to button up his shirt with a smirk plastered on his face. Your eyes widened even more after seeing two girls exit your room with giggles.

“Are you serious?!” The thoughts that were in your mind came rushing out as you got the smirkers attention. In any other situation, you would have been thrown back by how he looked. You didn’t need to know anything else, he looked like the type of guy that picked up girls with one small smile and a wink because the smirk was still plastered onto his face and it was completely panty dropping.

This must be Jeon Jungkook, you thought.

“Problem sweetheart, not enjoying the party?” He said like the two girls coming out of his room was the most natural thing in the world. He then had the nerve to look you up and down, as if the two girls probably going down him wasn’t enough to satisfy him.

“I was until you came out of my room!” You yelled, outraged that tw- no, three people had probably had sex in your room. They had a threesome in your room.

Jungkook leaned against your door watching fire rise up your cheeks as you became more angered. He had heard of you, but from the mouths of other people. You were the quiet girl in one of his literature classes, the one he barely ever turned up to because it was an elective that he had no choice but to take.

You were cute he thought, but in a nerdy girl kind of way. Not really his style.

“I’m sorry, but look at it this way. you can tell all your little friends Jeon Jungkook had sex in your room. They’ll think it was you.” He shrugged his shoulders as if the problem was fixed, cemented, not an issue at all.

“What makes you think I want to have sex with you?!”

“The way you looked at those girls coming out of your room. You just wanted to be them, I could see it in your eyes.” He said pushing his tongue into the side of his cheek in a cocky gesture.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re deranged.”

“And you’re awfully sexually unsatisfied.” He cocked his head to the side.

Your mouth opened. How could girls flock to him when his behaviour resembled that of a sexually charged chauvinistic...muscle pig? Whilst he didn’t have any problems using his charm, you were borderline aggravated by his cockiness.

“Stop trying to change the topic!” You shrieked. “You had sex in my room. Stay there.” You turned on your heel to go into the bathroom next to your room where the disinfectant spray was kept. You also grabbed a pair of yellow gloves and a sponge too.

Jungkook was still outside leaning against the door, a bored look on his face which turned into a are-you-out-of-your-mind look when he saw you come back with disinfectant and gloves.

You thrust the hygiene equipment into his hands. “I don’t want to know what you did, but there’s no way you’re leaving my house without cleaning around my room.” You said with determination. It was probably edged on your features.

Jungkook raised his eyebrows. For a nerdy little chick who usually sat in front of the lecture hall writing away, you were nothing like the little cute submissive impression he had of you. No, now he was now intrigued. He never pictured you to be someone who would have fire in her eyes, but something about it set Jungkook back a bit in a way he never felt pushed back before.

A budding smirk graced his features as he stared down at you and subconsciously bit the edge of his lip. Damn, he thought.

“I don’t know what’s going on in your weird little brain but stop staring at me.” You said, annoyed by his little panty dropping smirk. You were angry and no charm was about to work on you. You were not going to be like the other poor girls who fell for him at every chance they got.

You nudged past him to get inside your room and he drawled back in. immediately, you felt conscious. Your room was your safe space. It wasn’t designed for...someone to just casually have a fuck fest. You had posters of your favourite artists, a book shelf, pictures all around your room of friends, books strewn across your desk, fairy lights across your bed- your bed.

You wanted to puke at the sight of it all messed up. At least he could have the decency to fix your bed up.

An edge of guilt stirred inside Jungkook as he took in your room after following you inside. The nerdy girl from English class looked like a pretty homey person, with little cushions and plushies across her room. He didn’t really care about what room he was in when the two girls he was with offered to blow him off. He just needed somewhere private, for their sake more than his. See, he wasn’t totally crass, or so he thought.

Jungkook then chastised himself, what was he saying? It was just a room for fucks sake, the room that belonged to the nerdy girl from english who was now making him clean up.

“Yeah, well we all need a good fuck now and again, princess.” He said starting to get to work by putting on one glove and disinfecting the area around your bed. You were about to protest, but seeing that he was actually...cleaning your room made you bite your tongue.

“Maybe avoid rooms like these..and think with your brain and not your dick.” You said the last part in a voice you prayed as low enough to not hear.

“Whatever. Why’d you throw a party like this anyway, wouldn’t you know people would do stuff like this?” He asked, and you tried to stare at anything but his veins that sculpted his arm whilst he worked.

“It wasn’t supposed to be this big...” You said, because the amount of people downstairs was never supposed to be so big.

“Half the student body are downstairs.” He scoffed.

“Aren’t big gatherings just so intimate?” Jungkook said in a mocking voice, diligently working away. Before you could really think about it, a giggle came out of your mouth. Shit, you put your hand over your mouth. You were supposed to be pissed.

“I never took you for a Jordan Baker quoter. “ You said slightly uncovering your mouth, recognising the Great Gatsby reference in a heartbeat.

Jungkook paused spraying to look up at you from where he was on the floor cleaning. “Wow, I knew you were nerdy but never nerdy enough to quote Fitzgerald off by heart.” He said scoffing, you really were a huge nerd.

“You better stay away, it gets infectious.” You said sarcastically seeing his freaked out reaction.

“Ever heard of letting loose?” He said, getting up and spraying disinfectant over your pillows. You didn’t want to know what happened, but you were curious. You also realised there was no point in him cleaning your pillows, it wasn’t like you were planning to sleep in the same duvet he had gotten busy on.

“What makes you think I don’t ever let loose?” You asked, curious. You were pretty much like everyone else, just a little conscious about what was...stupid to do in front of other people. It didn’t make you rigid, or so you thought.

Jungkook looked at you with another of his are-you-serious-looks. The type of look that told you he was shocked you weren’t seeing things as clearly as him.

“You look at me like I’m sort of whore.” He said as-a-matter-of-fact. “Like what I do isn’t something that 99% of people our age do.”

“You miss class to fuck people, Jungkook.” You said clearly. Okay, or so that was one of the really big rumous about him. It was one of those ones that were true, considering your assignment partner ditched you on presentation day for a Jungkook booty call. Ridiculous, you thought.

“That class is an elective that neither of us are majoring in.” He said.

“And yet you seem to know Fitzgerald off by heart.” You countered, because if you realised who quoted Fitzgerald in Gatsby then he picked up the reference equally as quickly.

“Then maybe I’m not fucking all the time missing class, maybe I’m in the library actually doing shit.” He said, putting one of your biggest theories to challenge.

“Maybe you split your time fucking in the library.” You said, and his face looked shook.

“Never took you for a voyeur.”

So, it was true? Your mouth opened in shock. This was even worse, seducing girls to study only to fuck them?!

“See! You are sex deranged.” You said, shocked yourself by his behaviour.

“You look like you haven’t had a good fuck in a while, tell me princess are you a virgin?” He said spitefully, stalking his way towards you. You met his eyes in defiance, no way were you going to cower down to his little bullying taunt. You knew he was an ass, not this big of an ass though.

“That’s none of your fucking business, you freak. Not everything is about sex.” You said, pushing past him to get to the door but he caught your hand as you were turning to leave. Classic, you thought. What a chauvinistic pig.

“Let my hand go. Now.” You said raising your voice. Jungkook turned to look at you sideways, mouth clenched before he spoke drawing his mouth closer to your ear.

“If you ever, ever need me then you know you can call me. I’ve heard nerds can get freaky in bed.” He whispered inside your ear, sending shivers down your spine before your brain caught up.

Your mouth dropped but really, what else should you have expected? As soon as he loosened the tight grip he had on your hand you swished it across his face and was met with a cocky, all most all consuming look as soon as he reacted to the slap.

“Mmm, this is what I mean.” He said letting out a shit eating grin.

Unbelievable, you thought.

“Get the fuck out of my house.”

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eddiethehunted · 8 years ago

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For the anon who asked to hear why I (a known gay) am not a big fan of the lesbian!All*ra headcanon, and the way it’s treated by some of the fandom.

I’m a lesbian, okay—it’s taken a LONG time for me to come to terms with that, and to this day I don’t feel especially comfortable with that label, because of how mainstream media treats lesbians as though we’re inherently predators who all want to fuck our best friends. We’re sexualized in everything we do. It’s hard.

Update: I no longer identify as a lesbian, just a good ol’ bisexual who strongly favours women... however, my opinion on this subject stands strong.

I want to... start this off by just saying that I’m not bashing on any of the wlw Voltron ships. God knows we don’t have many. I’m also not bashing any single person, because I know there’s a good chunk of fans of this headcanon (myself included, if done right) that aren’t guilty of what makes me upset.

I guess I can’t say I hate the lesbian!All*ra headcanon, I can appreciate it, and as a fellow Gay(tm), Hell Yeah I would love to see the kickass space princess have a girlfriend or be a strong wlw character. (I’m specifically talking about the lesbian!All*ra headcanon though, not bi or pan or anything else.) Young girls leaning their identities and discovering themselves would have a character they can identify with, which is something I wish I’d had, because it might have made my struggle a bit easier seeing myself represented positively instead of crudely, sexually, exploited for the male gaze.

My issue with it begins with the fact that this headcanon didn’t rise in popularity until Sh*llura was deemed Problematic and was proclaimed “dead” by... Some People, you know the ones. That kinda speaks volumes for itself, no? Before that, you’d see the occasional lesbian!All*ra headcanon, but after that, you see it everywhere. You pickin’ up what I’m putting down here?

The unfortunate (and by unfortunate, I actually mean despicable and gross) trend that I’m talking about is that All*ra is being labelled a lesbian as a way to make her “unshippable” with any of the male characters (which btw if you ship any of the paladins with her it’s problematic uwu).

You can’t ship her with Sh*ro. It’s pedophihlelea. It’s Problematic and you’re an apologist of some sort if you do.

You can’t ship her with K*eith or L*nce because it’s heteronormative (and this problematic) (as if Sh*llura, which as you may recall was very popular, isn’t just as heteronormative by this logic) (as if these excuses mean literally anything when we know they just want All*ra out of the way because KL*NCE!!!!)

You can’t ship her with H*nk because they’ve barely had any one-on-one interaction and there’s no basis for the ship whatsoever!!!! (PSA that’s not how shipping works, literally no one cares about that, characters can and will be shipped with other characters they’ve never even spoken to, that maybe aren’t even in the same series.)

You can’t ship her with L*tor because he’s their enemy and that’s problematic. Again.

So clearly the solution here upon seeing any of these ships is to see “she’s a lesbian harold” and enforce the lesbian All*ra headcanon until you make real life lesbians like myself feel sick and angry because you make us feel like we’re an excuse, like our entire sexuality is just a waste of time. As if our sexuality and the struggles we face/faced are as completely unimportant and shallow as ships from a fictional god damn cartoon.

Another issue I have is that there’s this notion that wlw relationships are inherently always ~*~pure uwu~*~ and I don’t even think I have to explain why that’s a problem, but I will anyway. This is glorifying something that doesn’t need to be glorified. And like, I’ll make jokes like that too, like “if ur a lesbian ur automatically valid straights dont interact lolololololool” but that’s a stupid joke, not an actual mentality shared by a bunch of people, a lot of which are YOUNG TEENS, meaning HIGHLY IMPRESSIONABLE PEOPLE.

We want to be accepted, thanks, none of this “wlw are superior and every wlw is pure and uwu look at these soft girlfriends!!!!” Like this is so dehumanising it makes me feel sick. This is a cartoon, It’s Not That Deep Alisha, but at the same time y’all are really out there enforcing the notion that wlw are somehow beacons of purity, as if there aren’t plenty of abusive and toxic wlw in the world, as if some of us haven’t been traumatised by said toxic and abusive wlw, as if women don’t struggle everyday against society’s purist view regarding women, as if this attitude is anything close to realistic and you are implanting the idea into hundreds of young teens that if they’re a lesbian/bi/pan/wlw/etc. they’re automatically pure and can do no wrong.

You’re not recognising the abuse. The real life fucking abuse that does happen every day between wlw. I hate hate HATE this attitude and I hate seeing the word pure and I hate that I hate this headcanon because it’s not fair, it’s not fair that I can’t find solace in a headcanon that is directly impacted by people like me.

One more thing—one of the biggest ships featuring lesbian All*ra is ... Nym*llura?!?!??!? N*ma backstabbed them?? Left L*nce alone on a planet to literally die??? They were gonna take the blue lion and hand it over to Z*rkon. Anyone remember this?? Did ya watch the same show as me???? By the very same rules that Ban(tm) All*ra from being shipped with L*tor (a man) this ship should be problematic. It should be hated, by those standards. But it’s not. Because Harold they’re lesbians. And lesbians are pure and can do no wrong uwu.

These ppl are always going off about “dont fetishize mlm!!!” when they’re sitting there literally dehumanizing wlw but it’s not fetishizing because it’s not sexual bc sex is icky and grosss and lesbians are PURE do i sound like an old conservative white society yet?

The double standards are astonishing lmao.

#egg.txt #haha lol #discourse /#salt /#this subject makes me so mad i legit shake #this is who i fucking am this isnt a joke #yeah this is long and gets REAL heated so uh #dont even bother figthing me abotu this because ill block you on the fucking spot

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