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can't stop thinking about the au where riko kills kevin instead of breaking his hand
would riko have done it intentionally? would it make him finally start seeing the consequences of his actions? or would it do the opposite?
would he take his guilt anger and grief out on jean and the other ravens? or would he shut down? or would he keep going somehow because after all kevin was never his equal?
would he even survive tetsuji's wrath in the first place?
what about jean? would he somehow make it until graduation as he does in every other universe? or would grief consume his already bleak existence? maybe he'd allow himself one moment to be truly furious with his parents, with riko, with the situation before he ends things
what about thea? at that point i don't know how long it would've been since she graduated. but even if they didn't have a lot of time together, even if she already started building a life outside the nest, she would not be unaffected
what about neil? without kevin the chances of wymack wanting to recruit him would be very slim, and the chances of him accepting would be almost non-existent
but he's already barely holding on by a thread in millport so maybe kevin's death would be his breaking point. maybe he'd give up playing before wymack even saw his tape because he no longer feels alive on the court
what about andrew? he probably wouldn't really care but i think he would always remember kevin's words in that dingy locker room. he'd also probably never repair his relationship with aaron and without neil and kevin around to inspire him to keep going every day, he'd have a very boring life after graduation
what about wymack? he loved kayleigh and losing kevin too would be devastating precisely because he never got to truly know kevin. i can't decide what's worse, if he never finds out that kevin is his son or if he finds out too late (never mind how he would feel if he found out the truth about evermore)
what about the foxes? presumably janie would live and seth would get to graduate, but the current generation of foxes would never grow as close and they probably wouldn't win championships either
what about jeremy? we see he considers kevin a dear friend and if fan theories that he lost a sibling are correct, he would not get over it easily
#my posts#my aftg posts#tfc#aftg#the sunshine court#all for the game#kevin day#the foxhole court#long post#that post gave me brain damage#could not sleep last night bc i was thinking about this#so yea lol kevin is the catalyst for basically everything
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ok foxes fencing au because i need to
the fact that they're a team of 9 works out great because you can only have 3 people per weapon competing at a time (unless you have a substitute) (sorry seth)
divided into threes by what weapon they fence, i have changed this since my last post about this au:
sabreurs: andrew, kevin, renee
épéeists: neil, aaron, allison
foilists: nicky, dan, matt
why did i split the monsters up? you'll never know
the twins fence different weapons weapons but in similar-ish ways, they're both small targets, but andrew moves much faster by choice. he's able to intimidate his opponent with a strong offense, feint a retreat and then return for a wrist hit when they extend their arm. aaron is much better than andrew on the defensive, so i put him in epee because the no right of way rule means you need strong defense to prevent double hits and i think he's really good at that
kevin breaking his left hand would be equally shitty for his career as a fencer but ALSO him being able to learn how to fence RIGHT handed is entirely plausible because i know people who have learned to fence with their non dominant hand i have even done it myself. it would change the sword he uses and his general technique but it can be done
neil and allison are also both epee
everybody is at least SEMI competent in every weapon in case there's a situation in which somebody has to sub in for someone else in a different sword
this means that the scene in TFC where kevin gets neil to shoot at andrews goal until he gets tired turns into neil picks up a sabre and andrew parries every hit he makes until neil cannot hold the sword up anymore. cue shenanigans
why did i choose fencing for this? because your big Final Battle™ is OBVIOUSLY kevin vs riko in sabre and also fencing can be incredibly homoerotic if you're not a fucking coward
dan wilds deserves to hit things with a sword
renee is sabre because its aggressive and it's fast and its also about respect and learning your opponent just as much as it is about skill. to be a good sabre fencer, you have to know how to move and when to use those techniques, you need to be able to read and predict your opponents movements and if they do something different, figure out a different option on the fly. it's about logic, violence, and respect all mixed into one and renee walker speaks to me what can i say i love her your honor
now. i don't care HOW fucking edgy the ravens are. they are NOT fencing in black kit. black kit is for COACHES ONLY. they will be in WHITES like EVERYBODY ELSE. if they REALLY WANT TO they can have ravens on the backs of their lamés but THATS. IT.
the foxes have fox paws painted onto the sides of their helmets
the perfect court's numbers are tattooed as well as being on the shoulders of their jackets
jean is épée, riko is sabre
jeremy and cat are foil, laila is epee
i will explain more of this when i think enough about it
#the AFTG fencing au exists EXCLUSIVELY inside my head but GOD do i think about it often#orpheus speaks#all for the game#aftg#kevin day#neil josten#andrew minyard#aaron minyard#allison reynolds#renee walker#dan wilds#nicky hemmick#matt boyd#psu foxes#palmetto state foxes#aftg fencing au
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last line tag !
Thank you @codename-adler for the tag!
i think the name of the game is to share the last line I worked on, but I will share the before last line I worked on, since I'm still tweaking the last one HAHA—well, I just re-tweaked this one so it fits now... Anyway I'm working on kevaaron (1/3) right now. this one is untitled and it's for a little challenge with friends!
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Aaron sees Kevin’s name light up across his phone screen and sighs heavily. He picks up. “Kevin.”
He means to say this is a bad time and hang up, but he barely has the space to shape his mouth over another word before Kevin bowls over him without greeting. “Good, you made it,” he says. There’s only half a second of rustling, then a sharp, “What’s wrong?”
Aaron can’t help the scoff that escapes him. “How do you know something’s wrong already?”
“It’s in your voice,” Kevin says, matter-of-fact. “You said Kevin and not Hey, fuckface or something equally rude. Figured I’d ask.”
Aaron doesn’t think too hard about Kevin’s increasing ability to gauge Aaron’s mood without even needing to see his face. He would be impressed that Kevin can think about non-exy-related things long enough to take notice of other human beings, but he’s more annoyed that Kevin’s focus is sometimes on him—it’s usually inconvenient, and there’s certainly no use for it now. “What for?” Aaron asks, a touch mockingly. “You suck at comforting.”
“It’s not comfort I’m offering. It’s cold, hard facts in the face of whatever you’re stressing yourself out about.”
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No pressure tag: @billdenbrough @naturecalls111 @wyverningx @rumoredtoexist & adding @onbeinganangel & everyone—i'd love to see what you're working on!
#tae wips#last line tag#last line game#aftg#all for the game#kevaaron#this answer is andrew is stressing him out but it's not his problem#but don't worry kevin will give him a problem LOL#tae drabbles#oof i cannot remember which friends i followed unless i followed them like 3 s ago lmao#tag game
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Spoilers ig for season 8 because, like me, I know there are still some people watching the show a little late 😌
CAN I RANT because I feel like season 8 is such a weird season. Like genuinely what actually happens in season 8 other than the weird thing between Dean and Benny (my beloved by the way! the man is incapable of doing wrong I love him)???
Now listen. Yeah, Sam's in the wrong for leaving and not coming back to help Kevin or not trying to find a way for Dean to get out of Purgatory, but so is Dean! For Dean to give Sam shit for following Ruby and letting her basically guide their way straight to the apocalypse when Dean almost basically did the same thing with Benny and kept it from Sam is crazy. And sure yeah, it goes deeper and Dean and Benny had a bond and all that, but look at it from my perspective. Is Sam not allowed to be at least somewhat suspicious of Benny? Can he not also have trust issues when it comes to this sort of thing because it has backfired on them before? Gut feelings aside--which is not what I'm talking about, I'm talking about basic equality and broken trust between brothers because of something similar that has happened BEFORE--the whole thing just makes me question Dean's morality in all this because how the fUCK is that supposed to work???
Anyway, for my first rewatch, I remember that I have free will and can skip season 8 but there IS still lore in season 8 so I can't 😔 besides, I need some Benny moments I miss him dearly, and ignoring everything about how out of character it was for Sam to hit that dog and fall in love with what's-her-face, it was a sweet moment and I kinda liked watching it play out. Even though, the more I think about it, it's really like. Not Sam. It's like a non-canon spin-off version of Sam. So I can't really ignore it. But it's whatever lmao I didn't write season 8 😭 ANYWAYYYYYY. It's one thing to call Sam out on his bullshit. But he was trying. He really was. And so it's a completely different thing when Dean decides to fucking fake text Sam as the lady just to make him see that she was happy without him. Like okay I get the sentiment, but that's fucked up. Because Sam did try. And he was trying to make up for the mistakes he made throughout the year Dean was gone. But the motherfucker just had to add something extra into that pot.
haha Dean is cool but sometimes I really hate his guts.
Edit: some of my info was wrong lmao so I had to fix it 🧍♀️ THANK YOU @somaliradfem FOR CORRECTING ME!!!
#anyway#uhmmmmm#yeah :D#can you tell I'm really into Supernatural#because I super am#like really#it's just so funny to me the things that Dean can do and he gets a slap on the wrist#but then when SAM does it#oh#all HELL breaks loose#and the only thing I can think of that is the cause of that ideology#is that Dean already did it and expected better of Sam/wanted his little brother to learn from his mistakes#but then there's the whole Sam trusting Ruby while Dean doesn't vs the whole Dean trusting Benny while Sam doesn't kind of thing#because the Sam thing happened first#and Dean's was second#but WHAT DO I KNOW#it's a real shame that they're so dependent on each other#because like if they lived a normal life and this shit was played out in different scenarios but basically in the same way#(i.e. Sam having friends that Dean doesn't like so he ridicules Sam for said friends)#(while Dean has friends that Sam doesn't particularly like and Dean just essentially tells him to fuck off and mind his own business)#“you don't have to like it”#and then does the same thing to him#just worse#like okay 🙄#uh yeah so anyway 😌#supernatural#dean winchester#sam winchester#jared padalecki#jensen ackles
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Watching Lee Jun Ki (the man is 41!!! How?!) tear it up in Arthdal made me think about Moon Lovers that came out in 2016 and brought me back to kdramas after a long long hiatus. I was fucking obsessed beyond anything.
Objectively it was wildly uneven (many supporting characters were acted/written - ehm, tho my biggest annoyance of a character had a hell of a payoff so maybe not.) A remake of 2011 cdrama Bu Bu Jing Xin, which was one of my favorite dramas, it took elegant restraint of the Chinese version and turned it into full blown shoujo opera. Very different and yet so very gloriously designed for my personal specs.
90% of the reason this drama became my obsession was Lee Jun Ki playing Wang So as the epitome of “I can fix him” trope - the man stole the whole damn drama. In the original, the Fourth Prince is an understated bureaucrat, elegant and quiet and restrained (except for a few shockingly effective scenes.) Lee Jun Ki’s Fourth Prince is all feral damage, thorns and violence and yearning. With his mask and his hair and his need for love, he’s the purest of shoujo heroes and how could I resist?
It’s a wildly different take in a wildly different tone and it works. I love both Nicky Wu’s Four and Lee Jun Ki’s equally.
They also changed the FL’s attributes - in the original, Ruoxi is sharp and smart and observant and a perfect lady at least outwardly (and Liu Shi Shi played her to perfection.) But that type of character would have been out of place in the story of Moon Lovers and would have never gone for LJK’s Four. So IU’s take is quite different but unfortunately it doesn’t work nearly as well as the changes in ML character.
There is also the fact that I adored Kevin Cheng’s Eighth Prince and shipped him with FL hard in first half of BBJX and one of the reasons the narrative is a tragedy is Eight’s arc. Kang Ha Neul is a stellar stellar actor but his Eight evoked nothing in me but a desire to brain him from the very start.
Ultimately, BBJX is a quiet, exquisitely contained masterpiece - a tragedy of two people who loved each other and who were compatible in so many ways but where it was still not enough, where the ending is as tragic as it’s inevitable. Four is the architect of his own (and Ruoxi’s) emotional doom and it could never be otherwise. And I wept non stop for the entirety of the last ep. You can love with all your heart a person who also loves you with all their heart and it can still not be enough.
Moon Lovers is not that deep. Sweet girl and damaged boy are not the same. But it’s still gloriously tragic even if in larger than life shoujo-glorious way and I will always love it for both bringing me back to kdramas and giving me basically the deepest desire of my drama id on screen.
PS it’s hard to find a good quality mv of BBJX due to it having come out in 2011 but this one is not bad at all:
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your thoughts on all ships (and characters) are so interesting, i love reading them. do you have a number 1 favorite ship in aftg?
aww thanks anon that’s so sweet 🥹.
correct me if i’m wrong but i think it might be impossible to finish aftg without andreil being your favourite ship. truly the best ace-pov romance i have yet read.
as for non-canon ships (which are the usual ships i go for because i like novelty and stuff that isn’t covered in canon)…..well, it's complicated because i'm a bit fickle about aftg ships. there are ships i don't care for in particular that i do have fic ideas for and there are ships i like based on the text that i don't feel like reading or writing any fics about. i'm also extremely persuadable. but one thing i do love is rarepairs. i like seeing the creativity people have when creating for rarepairs and i like contriving ways to make stories about ships that are so un-canon that the characters may not even have met before.
so to completely not answer your question, here is a non-exhaustive ranking of some rarepairs that i've had fic ideas/thoughts about
1.kevrikojean - the holy trinity of toxic relationships. i've been told that some variation of kevin/riko/jean was once a part of an early draft and i think that vibe really comes through in canon. also 10/10 for versatility.
2.wymack/riko - the wonderful luni (liaisun) converted me to this one. i am tapping my fingers together evilly as i think about how horrible and problematic i could make this.
3.jeandrew or kevjeandrew - i have no idea why i'm ranking it so high. i think i just have a special place reserved for tender hatefucks and cathartic violence.
4.neil(or nathaniel)/riko - the only reason why this is so low is because i don't actually have too many neilko fic ideas. i like them conceptually though.
5.nathan/ichirou - seriously guys, we can't keep ignoring the bit where ichirou says, "[nathan] was someone to me." do you know how funny it would be for ichirou and riko to be living completely separate but equally (homo)sexually repressed lives?
i could go on but lets just say there's a lot of ships i fuck with.
#sorry anon for going off on a tangent >_<#asked and answered#not putting this in the main tags because i feel like people are not ready for this
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Muppet Movies Ranked
I've recently marathoned all 8 theatrical Muppet movies ,and these are my rankings.Keep in mind I think all 8 are good movies,I just prefer some to others
8.The Muppets
I like the nostalgic look back stuff.....But the peoblem is I dont like Walter or the human characters .This film is the most meh to me

7.Muppets From Space
ITs diffrent,being the only non musical in the series ,and I do like that the film focuses on my favorite Muppet Gonzo and doesnt showcase just the Muppet Show guys but the Muppets Tonght guys as well but the story isnt all there,I dont think Jeffrey Tambours villain has the right ending and it is painfully 90's

6.Great Muppet Caper
Oooooh for putting this so low I might get some hate,but I shall explain .This is the most irreverant ,silly and funniest Mupppet movie,if you just want to laugh this is great .THis film is pure Henson wackyness,the film is not taking itself seriously at all.....And while I enjoy that.....I prefer a Muppet movie to have a bit more heart and story to go with the silly FOr me the characters,story and songs are a bit lacking .Again jokes are brillaint,performances are good (Charles Grodin looks like he is in LOVE with Miss Piggy and it is amazing) and it may have my favorite cameo in any Muppet movie .I do like the movie,I just like 5 others better

5.Muppets Most Wanted
This film is VERY similar to Great Muppet Caper ,and while not funnier,I think its more solid .I adore the songs,especially the Big House ,I think the story is really good ,I love Sam and Ty Burrels chemistry ,the cameos are top notch ,Tina Fey as the Russian warden Nadya delivers one of the best human characters in all the Muppet movies and the film has possibly the best villain in all the Muppet movies in Constantine who is good mix of hilarious and threatening .Not all the effects worked and....I really wish someone else other then Ricky Gervais played the secondary villain Dominic Badguy.Overall though its an enjoyable film

4.Muppets Take Manhatten
The one that surprised me .Of the orignal three its the one people dont talk about but ....I love it,its a bit more of a low key Muppet film ,ITs a much more character focused film. .The Dabney Coleman scene cracks me up,Saying Goodbye is tearjerking and the finale is spectacular

3.Muppet Christmas Carol
A legit really good take on a Christmas Carol,possibly one of the best takes .The first film without Jim Henson ,and I think it showed the Muppets could survive .Less about the jokes and more about the heart and artistry while still having fun and humor . the Muppet performers are on top form,especially Gonzo and Rizzo as the narrators ,but the highlight of the film is honestly the phenomenal performance of Michael Caine as the coldhearted Scrooge ,giving off a legit good dramtic performance while talking to Puppets .Also the songs by Pqaul Williams are just top notch

2.The Muppet Movie
The one that started it all,a heartwarming story about a bunch of weirdos coming together in pursuit of a dream,its sweet,its funny ,Paul Williams songs are great (Especially Im Going to Go Back There Some Day and Rainbow Connection),theres some fun cameos (Mel Brooks steals the show ) and Charles Durning gives an underrated performance as a psychotic fast food mogul

1.Muppet Treasure Island
This....WAs one of the first movies I ever saw,and I have never stopped loving it .The muppet mayhem is funny(DEad Toms Dead always gets me ),its exciting ,the songs are all top notch ,and it has the best human cast with Kevin Bishop as the adventurous young Jim .Jennifer Saunders asa bombastic Inn owner,Billy Connolly as old drunkn pirate Billy Bones and the legend himself Tim Curry hamming it up as the villainous Long John Silver in perhaps his greatest performance ,cause he is equally great with the comedy as he is at delivering tender softer moments with Jim as a sort of surrogate father

@amalthea9 @angelixgutz @theancientvaleofsoulmaking @ariel-seagull-wings @themousefromfantasyland @the-blue-fairie @princesssarisa @greektragedydaddy @filmcityworld1
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Hello and welcome to my mixed mosh little corner of tumblr. Here I write for a variety of fandoms and characters. Primarily will be featuring drabbles with the occasional longer piece. Headcanons will feature from time to time.
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Real person fic
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Stranger Things: James Hopper, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers
Stargate Atlantis: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Ronan Dex, Carson Beckett
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The Walking Dead: Rick Grimes, Shane Walsh, Negan Smith
What We Do in the Shadows: Nandor the Relentless, Guillermo de la Cruz, Laszlo Cravensworth
Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield
Ted Lasso: Ted Lasso, Coach Beard, Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent
Good Omens: Gabriel, Aziraphale, Crowley
Video Games: Connor RK800, CaptainJonathan Price, Simon Ghost Riley, Sniper
Movies: Finn Brody (Godzilla), Raleigh Becket (Pacific Rim), Terry Malone (Black and Blue), Abe Guevara (Point Blank), Bobby O’Neill (The Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard), Guy Clifton (The Crash), Roy Pulver (Boss Level), Sloan (Into the Ashes) Braxton Wolff (The Accountant), Ethan Sawyer (Those Who Wish Me Dead), Bradley James (Grudge Match), Sam Rossi (Sweet Virginia), Mr. McCarthy (Me, Earl, and the Dying Girl), Grady Travis (Fury), Griff (Baby Driver), Adam Frawley (The Town), Buddy (Baby Driver), Clyde Brenek (The Posession), Patrick Sullivan (The Accidental Husband), Harvey Russell (Rampage), Jude Fisher (Peace, Love, and Misunderstanding), Luke Vaughn (Heist), Franklin Clay (The Losers), Max (The Resident), Nicomund the Red/Santa Claus (Violent Night), Doug Dennison (Sleepless), Frank Masters (The Equalizer), Hellboy (2019), Alex Baldr (Max Payne), Matt Graver (Sicario), Douglas Hunsiker (The Rise of the Planet of the Apes), Steve Emmett (Boa vs Python), Joe Braven (Braven), Lee Christmas (The Expendables), Deckard Shaw (Fast & Furious)
Musicals: Jack Kelly (Newsies), Dewey Finn (School of Rock), Hades (Hadestown)
Tv shows: Ike Evans (Magic City), Jason Crouse (The Good Wife), John Winchester (Supernatural), Mason Baldwin (Elementary), Colton Fisk (The Equalizer), Kevin Tidwell (Life), Declan Murphy (Law & Order: SVU), Eugene McGillicutty (Royal Pains), Chuck Martin (ER), Dickie Flood (Th Practice), Malcolm Bright (Prodigal Son)
Tolkien: Boromir, Faramir, Eomer
#fandom imagines#fandom writing#dc comics#marvel#sons of anarchy#lord of the rings#what we do in the shadows#pacific rim#resident evil#Ted lasso#walking dead#stranger things#good omens#obscure characters#obscure writings
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Do Zuko for the ask game, lol
How I feel about this character
Zuko's kind of a tough one for me, because I have Strong Feelings about him, but I also don't? Like, he's my favorite character of all time, he's my number two comfort character, he's half of my OTP. ...But, I hardly ever think about him??????
Like, I'm rotating Janus Sanders around in my mind like he's in a microwave, but Zuko? He's just kind of There™.
When I do give him time to be thought about, I want to squeeze him until he pops, I want to shake him for being dumb and because I love him. I want to kiss all over his face (in a platonic way) and cook him big home cooked meals. He's dumb and awkward and makes every bad decision he could ever make. He's inspired me to keep going despite all the bullshit, he's made me feel like I can do anything (can't fuck up as bad as Zuko/Zuko got through worse), he's Just Like Me Fr™. But, also? He's just kind of... sitting around my mind palace like this:

It's a weird dichotomy.🤷🏾♀️
All the people I ship romantically with this character
Katara, I'm warming up to Zukaang and Zukaangtara. Julie Yamamoto, Gwen Tennyson. I don't ship Zuko (or Karata) with many people, but all the other people I ship them with come from the Ben 10 series... Huh... weird. Probably because they were both my hyperfixations for the longest time.🤷🏾♀️
My non-romantic OTP for this character
Probably Sokka. I'm also really liking Aang and Zuko as best buddies.
Platonic Janus/Zuko. They are my favorite characters, I need them to hang out. Also, Zuko and Kevin definitely need to hang out too.
My unpopular opinion about this character
This one won't make me many friends...
I'm putting this under a cut.
Fellow Zutara shippers, look away.
🚨!!Last Chance!!🚨
Uh, ok, as much as I love Zutara, I hate when people make Zuko completely pussy-whipped to Katara. They are equal partners in battle, friendship, and pretty much everything, and yet, I see a lot of people ignore this. I love a man who Loves His Wife as much as the next guy, but it's annoying when his character is completely changed to make him Katara's #1 hype man and lapdog. It's annoying and makes me like Katara less, not more. It's actually a big reason why I don't read atla fanfic. (It's annoying with any Zuko ship, I've just seen it with Zutara the most, and I'm saying this AS a Zutara shipper.)
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.
We find out what happened to Zuko's mom, and we see him get that closure. I get that the end with Zuko asking Ozai about Ursa was just meant to be symbolic of him not being under Ozai's control anymore, but it still would've been great to:
Know what happened to her. (I don't count the comic "explaining" it. Too convoluted.)
Have Zuko have all the loose ends of him family tree tied up, so he could move on from the trauma and heal along with his nation. Yeah, he technically did that in canon, but I think it would've been more powerful if he knew what happened to her. Not necessarily see her again, she was probably dead, but still. Just knowing what happened.
Anyway, though...
That's my boy.😌
Thanks for the ask!!!!!!!!😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊
@msnihilist
#gosh#how the FUCK am I gonna tag this...#fran mail💌#fran rants💌#ask game#zutara critical#i guess?????#fandom discourse#shipcourse#salt#atla#zuko#atla zuko#atla critical#msnihilist
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Hullo! I'm curious about what do you think about all Main Character's ships? And also, maybe, some ships with other characters like Robyn x Kevin, or Cassandra x Daniel
Oh, thanks for asking! :D
I'll start off by saying I'm somewhat of a multishipper, as I enjoy and ship many ships at the same time, even those with same characters 👁👁
That being said-
I really enjoy mc ships. What I really love about hpma fandom is how creative it is with each MC's (and other ocs in general) personalities and how great they work in dynamic with canon characters (mostly Cassandra, Ivy and Daniel from what I've noticed). And tbh, I kinda envy them in a way, cuz my ass can't ship my mc with Dan despite me wanting to 😭😭😭 (I mean, I have Melly/Cass but it's not exactly mc/canon ship).
If we're talking about mc as a character within the game, I enjoy think their dynamic with characters like Cass, Dan, Ivy and Lottie. They are really adorable and if romance option happens I'm pretty sure it'll be ever cuter! 👁👁
Anyway, mc ships for the win!
I do enjoy most non-mc ships and if anything, I'm more of the active shipper for those :"D
I do have ships I don't particularly like. Not that I hate them, if anything I find some of them cute, they're just... Not my thing. For reasons.
Speaking of ships I do enjoy, Kevin/Robyn (or Revin) is one of them! They have one of the cutest and most entertaining dynamics in the game and I honestly wish for them to become canon as soon as possible 👁👁 Really hope they won't end up together by Y7 cuz we need to see as much of them as a couple as possible 😭
I also enjoy any sapphic Cassandra ship, such as Cassivy, Cass/Lottie and Cass/Robyn(but mostly as a joke). I also fancy Ivy/Lottie quite a lot.
The rest I'm either more on a neutral side (as in, high chances are I'll find them cute but I won't go feral mode when I see them) or I don't particularly like(just not my thing, again)
As for Daniel/Cassandra...
I'm sorry guys, I truly am, but a time has come for me to come out as a CassDan shipper. It's a guilty pleasure ship of mine and I'm embarrassed of the fact I love this ship as much as I do😭😭😭 Year 3? Y3 what??? I don't know it haha (I'm in denial)
Like I swear, I have no idea why I like it am but I hate the fact that I do 😭😭😭
Anyway, THAT BEING SAID, there's a catch: ❗I quite frankly don't ship them as they are like canonically❗(which why I PERFECTLY understand those who reasonably hate this ship) as in I have sort of my own silly interpretation of their dynamic as frienemies/rivals sort of(which is what sidequests actually suggest but main storyline really doesn't agree with that), but like on equal level? As in,there isn't a power dynamic, like between a bully and a victim, they are being shit to each other without one having more significant advantage over the other. But again, that's my own personal interpretation. And that's the one I'm gonna stick with, thanks 😃😃😃
So uhh in conclusion, I like most hpma ships lol
#thanks for asking!#uhhh do I even tag the fandom?#idk I'll see later#anyway those who read the hidden part#No you didn't 😃😃😃#Forget about it pls I'm BEGGING YOU#answered asks
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ALLIECHIP MY DEAREST ICAN ADD SONGS ??????ok anyways MY QUESTIONS 1. what is allie’s favorite thing about chip and vice versa 2. how do they feel about PDA 3. what is allie’s favorite part about her job 👹Me btw
EMILY I LOVE YOU THE SONG. SNEAKY SNITCH i love it thank you OK BUUUUT
1. ITS SO DIFFICULT TO PIN DOWN JUST ONE THING but i think they equally love how the other compliments them perfectly…they’re like two peas in a loser pod. ITS KINDA FUNNY HOW FAST THEY SWITCHED THEIR OPINIONS OF EACH OTHER WHEN THEY STARTED TO FALL IN LOVE they had a rivalry going on prior to their dating as allie was part of the news journalism team trying to do an exposé on the whole Tomato scandal and chip was like Get off my back please. BUT along with a bunch of similarities in personality/motive (stay tuned for full lore Winks) they both found the other to be just what they needed to be whole…both just wanting to be loved and accepted, despite the confident and put-together fronts they put on (or attempt to at the very least) nobody ever made them feel as loved as the other had…they’re able to soothe the parts of them they hide deep down.
but more concretely, allie thinks chip’s spoiled, clueless approach to even the most simple tasks is (ironically) kind of charming, as she enjoys being able to show him the most basic of skills and have him think she’s some kind of god…it gives her an ego boost
chip on the other hand finds allie to be a genuinely remarkable person, and he really looks up to her…although he’d likely never admit it to her. moral code aside (for obvious reasons) he finds her work ethic and strong demeanor admirable…even after realizing the later is merely a façade. normally, chip would not look twice at someone’s hard work unless they were working directly beneath him, and even then he was not the kind of boss to give raises…but with allie it was different. he found her really respectable in all she does, even the acts not done for his sake (gasp!)
2. GREAT QUESTION
allie def gives off the vibes of someone who would not openly show affection with her partner, but with chip she’s the most touchy gal ever. chip happily returns these affections
CHIP DEF IS A PDA GUY in bcg hes sooo touchy in non-intimate settings like he’s constantly putting his arm around or touching the arm of those he interacts with so with allie he’s allll about that
they’re like so annoying when they’re with each other. chip would also not be shy about calling allie pet names which she returns in rare occasions only because she knows it turns chip beet red
BUT YES idk if they’d be the type to hold hands while walking for example. but they’re touchy in other ways…little gestures. brushing hands while talking, resting a hand on the other’s arm or shoulder, constantly in each other’s arms…i hope i’m getting the vibe across
3. FOR THOSE UNAWARE ALLIE IS A JOURNALIST FOR CHANNEL 11 and in all honesty it was not her first career choice. but she does enjoy her job, being a fan of writing and ESPECIALLY as someone who is nosy she heavily enjoys being able to document the hot big city tea. she sort of envies maria media, wishing she was able to actually speak her mind about what she’s written, not just hand it off to maria to read herself…especially when she changes things to fit her own idea of what’s “news worthy,” it makes allie’s blood boil
that’s mostly bad things but. SHE DOES ENJOY HER JOB
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🗣️📢 Please Validate Me: The Gospel of the Gutless Male Feminist:
Also known as: “Beta Males in Empowerment Drag Who Mistake Attention for Activism”

“Male feminists don’t fight for women — they perform for them.”
That’s not a punchline. That’s a clinical diagnosis.
This is a eulogy wrapped in cultural analysis. A roast bathed in citations. A highly manipulative, legally fireproof psychological report on a man who’s not a threat to patriarchy — but to plumbing and protein intake.
🧠 Who Are They?
Male feminists are:
Self-appointed “allies” of women
Who mysteriously never protect them
But always remind you they support them
While secretly hoping to sleep with them
But publicly calling you an “incel” for noticing
Their greatest weapon? Language.
Their greatest weakness? Truth.
They don't stand for equality. They squat for approval.
🎭 Meet the Four Horsemen of Simpocalypse
1. The Podcast Crybully™
"Women deserve to feel safe around men — especially me, I’m crying again.”
He thinks being emotionally available means filming trauma porn in 4K for TikTok.
Weaponizes soft language to avoid confrontation
Weaponizes his own sadness to win trust
Bakes banana bread for trauma girls and posts about it like he stormed Normandy
He doesn't listen to women. He studies them — like prey or content fodder. He doesn't fight abusers. He performs like he's recovering from a breakup he caused — and recorded for engagement.
🔍 Pathology:
Beneath every “crying in the car” selfie is a man who blames his dad for his own inability to make eye contact without apologizing for existing.
2. The Corporate Apologist™
“I’ve taken accountability for what other men have done. Now I work in DEI and collect awards.”
He exists in every HR training video. Looks like a Ken doll who quit CrossFit after a woman called his triceps “triggering.”
Speaks in LinkedIn platitudes and apology emails
Believes being a “safe man” means being an invisible one
Would ban testosterone if he could find a non-offensive way to say it
He will watch a woman get groped at a bar and do nothing… Then repost an “End Toxic Masculinity” infographic the next day with the caption:
“As a cis white male, I choose to listen.”
🔍 Pathology:
This man is not dangerous. He is worse — irrelevant. A disposable mascot for corporate feminism and ideological servitude.
3. The Mirror Selfie Ally™
“Hi bestie 💖 I’m just a guy who loves human rights and aesthetic skincare routines 👬💅”
He’s a male feminist, yes — but he markets like a softcore OnlyFans.
Shirtless in front of a pride flag
Feminist quotes copy/pasted from dead theorists
Uses “cishet” unironically
DM’s women “Just here if you ever wanna talk 💞✨” — then asks for nudes after 5 messages
He once posted “Happy International Women’s Day” with a six-pack mirror selfie and a caption about dismantling gender norms.
🔍 Pathology:
Weaponizes aesthetic softness to bypass emotional security walls. Not an ally. Just horny with extra steps.
4. The Coddled Cuck™
“I’m just here to listen and uplift — my opinions don’t matter.”
You're right, Kevin. They don’t.
Believes supporting women means having none of his own boundaries
Feels guilt for speaking
Will allow his girlfriend to go on a “healing girls trip” with 7 exes and a tarot deck
He’s not feminist — he’s just terrified.
Terrified of rejection. Terrified of masculinity. Terrified of being seen as a man with expectations, needs, or (God forbid) standards.
🔍 Pathology:
This man is the human equivalent of a participation trophy that apologizes when it falls off the shelf.
🧬 The Real Disease: Validation Dependency
Male feminists don’t love women. They’re addicted to female approval like it’s a controlled substance.
They are:
Performers
Parasites
Passive observers
Praise-hungry pawns
They quote bell hooks but secretly fantasize about being “chosen” by their “feminist crush” who sees them as a platonic footstool.
They are the emotional sugar-free Kool-Aid of gender politics: No calories. No substance. And it makes your stomach hurt if you swallow too much.
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💣 Why They’re Actually Dangerous
Because they give women false hope.
Women think they’ve found a “safe man.” But they’ve actually found a spineless nonentity who:
Won’t protect them
Won’t stand up for them
Won’t challenge them
Won’t hold them accountable
And won’t ever lead them
He’s not safe. He’s useless.
And when the world gets dark, and dangerous, and real?
He won’t fight. He’ll fold. He’ll say, “I don’t want to cause conflict.”
And watch while she suffers — then repost a feminist quote about “emotional labor.”
🧠 Real Psychology: What's Going On in His Brain?
This is performative masculinity dissociation:
Low testosterone + high social anxiety = fake virtue
Delayed ego development due to coddling or fatherlessness
Validation dependency through peer praise, likes, and emotional exposure
Moral projection — he outsources guilt onto other men to dodge introspection
He is not an advocate. He is a consumer of feminist branding.
🔥 What Happens When You Confront One?
You’ll hear phrases like:
“Why are you so angry?”
“Sounds like you have fragile masculinity.”
“You’re the reason women don’t feel safe.”
“I’m just here to support.”
All of these translate to:
“Please don’t call out my cowardice. I’ve built my entire identity on avoiding rejection by calling myself safe.”
🩸 TL;DR:
Male feminists aren’t brave. They’re branded.
They exist to perform, not protect.
They don’t challenge women. They collect praise from them.
They are cowards in cosplay, hoping their virtue shields them from ever having to lead, fight, or take a stand that risks rejection.
If the apocalypse happened tomorrow?
They’d be the first to tweet “All genders deserve empathy” while hiding behind the real men they secretly resent.
��� CALL TO ACTION:
🔁 Reblog if you’re done mistaking simping for virtue 🧼 Share if you’ve met a “safe man” who ghosted after your trauma wasn’t sexy anymore 👁 Comment if you’ve ever been gaslit by a guy who starts every sentence with “As a male feminist…” 🛡 Repost this before the Podcast Crybully makes another crying TikTok about how “he’s just trying his best.”
⚖️ LEGAL DISCLAIMER:
This blog post is protected under satire, commentary, literary disobedience, and psychological warfare law. All characters depicted are real archetypes with fictional dignity. If you are offended, it means you're performing, not processing. This post is a weapon of mass introspection. Side effects include clarity, anger, betrayal, and recovery. Consult your backbone before replying.
#TheMostHumble#male feminists exposed#pick me men#testosterone tourism#apology masculinity#beta renaissance#he’s not toxic he’s invisible#simpocalypse now#daddy issues canon#they perform they don’t protect#algorithm bait#globally viral truth drop#you thought this was safe?#masculinity decoded#Youtube
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Haunted. | [Chapter Five]
Pairing(s): Kevin Owens x Fem!Zayn!Reader, Solo Sikoa x Fem!Zayn!Reader
Warning(s): Explicit Language, Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood
Word Count: 3,824
Chapter Summary: Emotions run rampant during the main event of Smackdown: Solo Sikoa vs. Kevin Owens with The Usos and Sami Zayn ringside.
Link(s): AO3, Masterlist
Note(s): When I tell you I have such long-term plans for this series, know that I mean it! This chapter finally concludes one episode of Smackdown! As always, please give feedback, and feel free to offer any ideas you might have. I hope y’all enjoy.
Tag(s): @crowleysqueenofhell @raeluvshammett
The commanding beat of Solo Sikoa’s theme song blares through the arena hosting Smackdown, throwing the crowd into a fit of sound — a beautiful chorus of love and hate. He emerges from the curtains, pausing only to take in the ring; behind him, after he begins his way down the ramp, his brothers follow him alongside Sami Zayn.
A camera focuses in on the enthusiastic dance that Sami performs as someone on commentary mentions the situation with his sister. He does not seem to acknowledge the comment, choosing instead to holler words of encouragement to Solo; the smile on his lips is almost contagious, drawing in the fans near the ramp. People, despite the dangerous energy about Solo and his brothers, cheer as they pass.
Solo approaches the steel steps at ringside, ripping the towel from his head. His brothers clink the Undisputed Tag-Team Championships, yelling out some kind of non-sense about being family to the members of the crowd; they vanish to ringside as Solo climbs into the ring, throwing his arms out with a war cry of sorts. Sami, still dancing along to the beat of the music, goes to the open area opposite of the Usos.
The music cuts.
In the middle of the ring, Solo stares at the ramp with evil intent. His body is as still as a statue, though the look in his eye screams wild fury; it’s no wonder that Roman chose such an intimidating family member as the Enforcer of The Bloodline —stepping up to Solo would be stepping up to a beating.
For the second time tonight, guitars and drums echo through the arena. Cheers erupt from most of the crowd, though there is a bit more distaste than usual — likely due to the shenanigans earlier in the night. The cheering only grows louder, though, as Kevin Owens appears at the top of the ramp. He has rage in his puffy, red eyes. It’s been a long night for him, so this would serve as his therapy.
Kevin makes his way down to the ring, not allowing his eyes to stray from Solo Sikoa.
“Make him pay, Solo!” Sami Zayn beats on the outermost part of the ring as soon as Kevin enters the ring. His eyes do not leave his former friend — and, for the first time, Kevin breaks eye contact with Solo to stare down Sami.
The bell rings — and Solo charges at Kevin, hoping to catch him off-guard with his attention on Sami. It doesn’t work, though, as Kevin side-steps and allows Solo to go flying into the corner turnbuckle; his head bounces off of the covered steel with a sickening sound.
Head in his hands, Solo stumbles back into Kevin. Kevin delivers an aggressive punch, and another, and another, before dropping Solo to the mat with a devastating kick to the chest. On the outside of the ring, the twins watch on in aggravated silence, eyes boring holes into Kevin; Sami, however, is beating on the mat with all of his might. Someone has to deliver justice for his sister.
As the match continues, both men trade blows — and it becomes somewhat of an equal match-up due to their similar builds. Solo throws a devastating headbutt at Kevin’s head; Kevin fires back with a forearm; Solo headbutts Kevin; Kevin forearms Solo; it’s a slug-fest in the middle of the ring. Neither man can seem to quite gain the upper hand.
That’s when the music begins.
The two men in the ring stop trading blows, throwing themselves away from one another in order to safely look to the ramp. Solo slinks to the back of the ring, eyes glancing between the entrance and Kevin as if this is some kind of trick; Kevin, on the other hand, stands against the ring ropes to the side, with Solo in his full view along with the entrance.
Sami moves from the back of ringside with The Usos to the end of the ramp, his eyes trained anxiously on the area just in-front of the curtain to backstage. Moments pass like hours. Nothing happens. His wide, anxious eyes fall to the ground in defeat, and he turns back to return to The Usos.
Kevin and Solo turn to one another, circling the ring. They lunge for one another, locking up in the center of the ring; it takes a moment, but Solo eventually gains the upper hand on Kevin and sends him sprawling to the mat with a brutal headbutt. He continues his assault, kicking at Kevin’s downed body as hard as he can.
With blood staining from your nose down to your chin, with make-up in ruins on your cheeks, with a nasty yellow bruise growing around the base of your nose, you emerge from the backstage area. Fiery hair frames your face wildly, unkempt from your match earlier in the night; in truth, you look more like Sami now than you ever have before.
It takes a moment of you standing there, watching the ring with a blank expression, before anyone seems to notice you. A fan points, starts screaming, and the others join in; soon the arena is filled with the noise of the crowd once more. Kevin and Solo ignorantly ignore it, likely believing the noise to be for them — they’re the ones in the ring, after all.
“My God! Is that— is that Sami’s sister?!” Michael Cole sounds almost in disbelief at the sight of you. The comment, though, throws all attention outside of the ring to you; a spotlight finds you at the top of the ramp, revealing more of your disheveled appearance. “Is that a sledgehammer?!”
The jaw of your brother drops at the sight of you; you have never looked more broken, and yet, you are the most beautiful you have ever been. You look like yourself — and you haven’t looked like yourself since before Kevin. Still, though, seeing you covered in your own blood, with what could only be a broken nose, it almost makes his throat tighten.
“This— this is revenge, Michael. But on who?” Barrett replies, equally disturbed.
You do not look at your brother; no, you are focused only on the ring. Neither man knows that you are watching them, stalking them, waiting for the right moment to strike; it sends a shiver of excitement up your spine. With that, you begin slowly making your way down the ramp, dragging the sledgehammer in your hand behind you. It scrapes against the metal of the ramp.
Jimmy reaches through the ropes, tugging at Solo’s ankle with urgency. Having the upper hand, Solo almost shrugs his older brother off of him, only paying attention after glancing down and seeing the wide-eyed panic on his face. Jimmy silently points to the ramp. Finally, Solo looks over to the ramp, and his own eyes go a bit wide. His chest heaves as he looks at you; he’s not concerned, but he certainly is interested.
Kevin, who lie on the mat, looks up to see Solo looking down at the ramp. He slides away from his opponent to the opposite corner, closer to where Sami stands, and pulls himself into a standing position with the assistance of the ropes. A bruise is starting to form around his right eye from Solo’s aggression, but it does not stop him from looking over to see your approach. His jaw drops at the sight of you, and his brows furrow. You’ve never looked so unhinged.
A stained smile plays at your lips, even in all of the immense physical and emotional pain wracking your body with every step. You stop at the end of the ramp, eyeing the two men in the ring — and you make your way to the steel steps leading inside. The sledgehammer drags against the steel as you make your way into the ring, beating down on every step with the warning of your intentions.
Both men step out of their corners, still away from one another, watching your movements. Kevin has transitioned from genuine concern for your well-being to absolute annoyance at your intrusion; Solo, as is his custom, remains stoic. You enter the ring, coming to a stop firmly between the two men.
Your eyes come to rest on Kevin first, taking in the sight of his bruised eye at the hands of Solo. There was a time when you would have reached out to him; you would have told him to let you help him, that everyone needs help sometimes — but that time is gone, now. Seeing the yellow circling his eye, it almost makes pride swell in you.
You turn to Solo, regarding him with less scrutiny. His face is red — either with exhaustion or anger, and several small cuts line his arms. It’s nothing that will be noticeable by morning, not on a figure as big as Solo. Hell, the cuts are so tiny they might not even be there in the morning anyways.
“This is nothing personal, big guy. Keep your undefeated streak,” as the words leave your mouth, one of your palms finds the side of Solo’s face. His head snaps to the side as the sting settles in your hand.
The bell rings, “and your winner, via disqualification, Solo Sikoa!”
Not allowing Solo to show his anger, you turn back to Kevin and jam the sledgehammer towards his stomach. He catches the weapon before it can make contact with him, and his eyes land on yours in shock. You waste no time in dropping the sledgehammer, pulling your foot to meet Kevin’s chin in a brutal kick. He stumbles for a moment, genuinely stunned and likely a bit confused, before hitting the mat with a thud.
Chest heaving, you laugh — a brief, short outburst that’s almost nothing but air. Tears fill your vision as you pick up the sledgehammer from the mat, making sure to cover the end of it with your palm as to not get fined or worse. You look down at Kevin, and he looks groggily up at you. His eyes scream at you, begging you to stop, begging you not to do this to him like your brother did — but he did this to himself, just like he did with your brother.
You bring the sledgehammer down on Kevin’s body, eliciting a howl of pain from him. He wriggles around, trying to lessen the pain, desperately clutching his abdomen. A surge of heat dances through you, and you bring down the sledgehammer on Kevin’s poorly covered abdomen twice more. Tears flow freely from your eyes, wetting the crusted blood and clumped make-up on your cheeks.
“How could you do this to me,” you cry, throwing the sledgehammer to the side. Kevin writhes under you, crunched up in pain. “I would have done anything for you. I chose— you.”
Blood and tears and make-up smear onto your arm as you wipe your face, dropping yourself down onto Kevin’s abdomen. You’re straddling him, glaring down at his broken expression. A fist comes down onto his face, and another, and another, and another. Blood begins to trickle from his nose. You begin to sob as you come down with another fist.
“You are nothing— a coward,” you stand from Kevin, snatching the sledgehammer off of the mat again. The noise of the crowd is unheard to your ears; the eyes of your brother, of The Bloodline, cannot be felt. It is only you and Kevin here. “A coward. I loved you. You want to throw me away?”
The sledgehammer comes down again on Kevin, and again, and again, and again, aiming for nothing other than hitting him. You’re too gone to really take aim at anything specific; you’re too gone to realize the damage caused. He needs to pay for dropping you as if you were nothing. He needs to pay for everything he has done to your brother — to your relationship with your brother. He needs to pay for your missed championship match.
As you come back for another blow to Kevin’s broken body, the sledgehammer is pulled from your hands. The throbbing of your heart enters your head as you flip around, a scowl on your lips. On the other side of the ring, Solo Sikoa drops your sledgehammer to the floor outside; his eyes stay on yours the whole time, showing no indication of intimidation.
Mind somewhere else, you storm over to Solo, so close that the two of you are nearly touching. You can feel the heat radiating off of his body — and you’re not sure if it’s his or your own, nor do you care at the moment. Heaving is your chest as you glare up at him, silently challenging him; his demeanor is practically begging you to even attempt to move against him.
“He had enough,” Solo states sternly, not backing down from your rage.
You press your chest against Solo, pushing up against him to continue challenging his patience. “I decide when he’s fucking had enough,” you growl in return.
“You pushin’ your luck with me tonight, Zayn.”
“Is that right? Why don’t you do something about it then, big boy?”
The ring shakes with the weight of the twins sliding in, standing behind Solo as to show you that you are far outnumbered. It doesn’t matter. You don’t back away. In fact, you don’t even acknowledge the twins; your eyes do not leave Solo. That is, until a hand finds your shoulder. You whip around, ready to strike down whoever dared to touch you — and your face softens when you see your brother.
Sami’s lips are turned down into a frown, and his eyes hold nothing but concern in them. Something about the way that he holds himself, about the way that you can see his care for you in his eyes alone, causes a fresh round of tears to pour from your eyes. You collapse against your brother, wrapping your arms around him as if he is the last thing that you will ever hold.
“Sami, I— what happened? What’s wrong with me?” You fall to your knees, and Sami comes with you. He doesn’t let you go. He knows that you need him, even with all of the accusations you threw at him; he has always been your rock, and he’s not going to take that away from you.
A gentle hand pets your hair. “Nothing’s wrong with you — nothing at all, okay? It’s okay.”
Hidden behind you, the twins share a look of concern with your brother; Sami shakes his head gently at them, a small smile on his lips. You could come around to them — you would, after all of that.
“We gotta go, Uce,” Jey mutters, looking around at the increasingly irritable crowd.
Sami nods. “Jey’s right. We need to get that nose checked.”
Gingerly, you pull yourself from Sami’s embrace. He takes the opportunity to stand, extending his hand to you — and you know this has more than one meaning. You glance over at Kevin’s body, back to your brother, and then to the rest of The Bloodline.
The truth of the situation is that Roman Reigns caused the entire mess — even if he happened to aid you in showing you Kevin’s true intentions, even if he happened to be right about everything. It could have all been avoided if Roman kept his nose where it belonged, and you could have lived happily in ignorance for the rest of your life. You could have won the contendership match. Things could still be normal. But would ignorance would have been worth looking like a fool?
“I need time— to think,” the words fall from your lips as you roll out of the ring, not bothering to look back at your brother.
As you make your way backstage, the only thing you can hear in the sea of disapproval is your brother calling out your name from the ring. He needs more than what you’ve given him, but there would be no more explanation or conversation — not tonight, probably not for awhile. Giving him your pain, letting him see you for how you really felt, was already far too much.
Members of the backstage crew avoid you as if you are the plague walking among them, horrified by your sudden aggression; fellow wrestlers stare at you with varying emotions, though the better half of them appear shocked. Normally, you would find yourself caught up in all of the opinions, but right now you just want to have your nose looked at; it’s late, and you’d like to find yourself a nice, dark hotel room.
Only one of the three doctors on-hand is available by the time that you make it down to the medical room — the other two have been sent out to check on Kevin. The doctor present, though not allowed to comment on ring politics, does seem to be a bit jumpy with you; she almost seems nervous that you might lash out if given the wrong news. It’s baffling that no-one understands that you’re not an aggressive person, especially given your history of being too nice to your opponents. Kevin just kept pushing and pushing and pushing — all in one night. It was bound to happen.
“Your nose— it’s a minor injury. All I can really do is offer to pack it, and if you choose to wrestle, you’ll need to wear protection,” the doctor, Haley, tells you with a shaking voice. You consider trying to calm her nerves with some conversation, but you cannot bring yourself to care enough to cause anymore discomfort to yourself tonight.
You look at Haley, gently touching the area around your nose; it’s extremely tender, and the last thing that you want is to be in anymore pain — and with her shaking hands, you’re sure that her trying to pack your nose is only going to hurt. “Can I just have some gauze?”
Haley nods, turning to find the extra gauze. It takes her a moment, signifying to you that she is new to her job, but she eventually finds and gives you a roll of gauze to pack your nose with. “I can find some protection for you, too, if you want?” She offers, watching with doe-eyes as you cross the room to the sink and mirror in the corner.
“I’ll come Monday if I need it.” The response comes through gritted teeth as you work the dried blood from under your nose with handfuls of water. As the blood clears, you can see a minor tear on the inside of your septum — and that helps explain the amount of blood for such a minor break. It also appears that you have a small horizontal cut on the bridge of your nose.
With the water and mirror available, you take the opportunity to clear the clumps of make-up from your ruined, swollen face. It takes more effort than you expect, and you accidentally brush against your broken nose more than once. Underneath all of the debris, you look like you feel — utter garbage. The area around your nose is swollen with yellow-purple hues, extending all the way to your puffy, red eyes; it wouldn’t surprise you if the bruising extended past your eyes over the weekend.
Packing gauze into your nose is less painful than you expect, but it does still send some stinging up to your eyes; tears slide down your cheeks, almost painful in themselves with your eyes feeling raw from all of the crying earlier in the night. You’re sure to place a decent-sized bandage over the cut on your nose bridge as well.
“Appreciate it, doc,” you say as you make your way to the door. “Mind if I offer you some friendly advice?”
Haley, taken aback, nods. “S—Sure.”
“What I did tonight— that was nothing. If that bothered you, you’re better off finding a different job,” the tone of your voice is almost nice, “because there are people here a lot worse than me.”
You leave the medical room before Haley can respond, walking to your locker room to collect your luggage. The only positive thing to come out of tonight’s drama is that you didn’t have time to really plunder through your things, which would make leaving much faster — and the faster that you can leave, the less likely it is for you to run into Kevin or Sami or The Bloodline.
The only things that you really have to collect are bits of your make-up kit and the clothes that you wore to the arena. Normally, you would at least take the time to change before leaving, but staying here for any longer than you need is asking for more trouble that you simply do not have the mental capacity to handle.
As you gather up your clothes, you can hear The Bloodline making their way to their locker room down the corridor. The conversation comes to a halt as they come upon your locker room, likely noticing the open door; it wouldn’t be so far-fetched to assume that they were talking about you, after all. Even with a solid, simple explanation, though, you still turn to eye the door.
Jimmy and Jey pass by the door, merely glancing in; neither of them hold your steely gaze. Sami almost stops when he sees you staring out, double-taking, but he ultimately continues on after seeing the absolute anger in your eyes. Finally, there is Solo. He is much more challenging in his movements, even stopping to stare you down for a moment before continuing, clearly not over the little stare-down in the ring — or maybe he’s sore about the slap, even though you were saving him the embarrassment of losing via disqualification.
You finish packing the last of your items and head for the door, poking your head out to make sure that no-one undesirable is around. After confirming that you are relatively safe, you make the long walk toward the fenced-in parking lot.
In the parking lot, you catch a glimpse of The Bloodline awaiting their company-assigned limo. None of them seem to notice you as you walk to the other side of the parking lot, entering your rental car as quickly as you can; the last thing you want to do is be forced into a conversation, and you’re certain that Sami would do as much if he spotted you. A very small part of you almost yearns for the inside of the limo — you know it must be comfortable after such a long night.
You pull out of the parking lot, finding yourself regretting booking a hotel room with the hotel that most of your peers would be sleeping at as well. It would probably be an agonizing weekend.
#WWE#WWE Imagine#The Bloodline#Roman Reigns#Sami Zayn#Jimmy Uso#Jey Uso#The Usos#Solo Sikoa#Solo Sikoa Imagine#Solo Sikoa x Reader#Kevin Owens#Kevin Owens Imagine#Kevin Owens x Reader#Also on AO3#Haunted: Chapter 5#Haunted: Chapter Five
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Elite single mother dating differs from some single mother dating of the less financially advantaged. Yes elite ladies divorced with children get remarried. So can you. In fact Paris Hilton could not marry her Greek shipping magnate hier fiancée because his mother thought she wasn’t elegant. He married Dasha, Abramovich’s ex wife who had to kids. It’s his first marriage and her second. She is a known patron of the arts & as beautiful as she is cultured and elegant. She is top right. The son of the head of LVMH group, CEO of Loro Piana, married Russian model Natalya who is a single mother with two kids. His first marriage. Her second.
Kevin Samuels can go to hell with what he said about single mothers … am I talking too soon?
So there are certain things elite single mothers don’t do that I see lower class ladies do. Now of course many non elite ladies are classy & some nouveau riche are vulgar. Let’s learn from the ladies who marry affluent gentlemen as single mothers.
They realize a lot of gentlemen don’t want to raise someone else’s kids so they have to level up in all ways extra hard that a gentleman will love her & her kids as a package instead of an inferior lady with no kids. If you are equal to another childless lady, a childless gentleman will pick the childless lady. That is reality. It’s stressful being an instant parent. Not everyone wants that stress unless there is something to compensate for it. You have to be more leveled up than other ladies. If those Russian ladies can do it, so can you. My family in Russia is more prominent than both of these ladies families so if they can do it you can do it, just add a little effort to it.
🌸 🌸Yes, Elite gentlemen will judge you by how you treat your kids. 🌸🌸
🌸If you are doing selfish self indulgent behaviour that will mess them up so that you can express yourself, follow your feelings, live your truth or whatever modern bs, he isn’t going to marry you. You will treat him & his future kids like that. He can go to Russia or Ukraine or Philippines or Nairobi call up a modeling agency that flies feminine ladies from there.
🌸 If you do the revolving people door, this means you are going to mess up your kids & affluent men usually don’t marry ladies who introduce under 18 year old kids too early. It’s low class. It messes kids up and they start cutting themselves, having suicidal ideation, anxiety disorders. Drugs flow freely among the elite and that just sounds like your kids will be cocaine addicts if put in a private school.
🌸 Classy Elite ladies don’t introduce their precious children to other ladies they have not known for at least a year. Children need stability. Children see adults as gods. If a kid gets attached to a particular auntie and she is gone then they think it’s their fault they scared her. If you have a frenemy gone then back it can destroy your child’s mental health as an adult, create anxiety disorders and insecure attachment
🌸 Classy Élite ladies NEVER I repeat NEVER introduce children to boyfriends. If you do, it means you are a lower value Pickmeisha who put the safety of your children & their future mental health below your selfish ego. What affluent gentleman wants someone like that in charge of his legacy. His children or future children are precious to him. You better show regard to your children’s mental health & safety or you will get replaced by someone who does. Men are liberal with ladies they party with but are very conservative with their legacy and children.
🌸 Unless you have an engagement ring on your finger & a wedding date he should not meet your kids and not even as a friend or he will see you as a low value Pickmeisha who can’t protect his kids from PDF-Files who pr3y on k🧸ds. Yes a lot of boyfriends touch children inappropriately. Until you have a secure commitment like an expensive engagement ring 💍, you don’t know he is stable or serious.
🌸Even if engaged classy ladies wait four seasons to introduce gentlemen to their kids. If you get engaged 6 months, they can meet him at the engagement party, formal occasions but ask him to be formal with them until you spent four seasons together.
🌸 Élite ladies don’t introduce kids to male friends they don’t know for years and are careful even then.
🌸 Elite classy ladies put the mental health if their children above the revolving people parade & understand children need stability for mental health.
🌸Children need stability not to develop anxiety disorders as adults so they should not meet adults who are not for sure going to be part of your life for years or you are reckless, selfish & don’t love your kids. I have seen kids develop suicidal ideation and have anxiety disorders because as children they took the revolving people door like they are unloved. If you knew the damage it does to adults you would never do that if you love your kids. How hard is it not to be so selfish that you don’t introduce children to people you have no way of knowing will be a stable presence in their life.
🌸 High value ladies treat their children as their precious legacy & don’t engage in behaviours that will mess their kids up.
🌸High value single mothers don’t do cocaine at discos & night clubs.
🌸 High value ladies don’t do emotional invest & don’t talk about dating to children under 18. After my father passed away & we moved outside Yemen, my mother was set up on a couple dates when I was 17. I never heard about it until a decade and a half later. If you tell your kids you are dating you lose your parental authority and become a kid like them. When I went to university I told my mother she should start dating, put a profile online for her so it pushed her to meet people offline too. She met first her ex boyfriend then my dad.
🌸 Children need an illusion of stability so you talk to your friends and therapists about relationships. The worst mother among the elite was Lady Diana- the trashiest for sure. Her mother abandoned her at age 7 to run off with her lover. Lady Diana took it personally and this messed her up in adulthood. She raised Harry, who wore an inappropriate German costume, said racist things about Pakistanis, was found striping naked at strip poker but was known for being cruel which is why he could not keep an elite girlfriend. Lady Diana raised Harry & exposed him to a rotating people parade while she let Prince William be raised by the Queen. He is a lot more mentally stable.
If you want to know what is considered low value single mother behaviour follow Lady Diana who was so ratchet in raising her kids she probably has no equal to her low value behaviour in private. Which is why she had to do all that charity work in public. After people were mad at Angelina Jolie playing home wrecker she did a lot of high profile charity work looking like a saint.
🌸Ladies too much public charity work means they are probably doing something wrong personally.
🌸 When you are a single mother you are not just responsible for yourself but another life. Elite gentlemen marry for legacy and will judge you for that you are doing the best to raise your kids with the little you have before you raise more kids with abundant resources. Don’t just give them a phone to parent and always be partying but think what can you do to enrich them like
🌹teaching them manners
🌹taking them to museums
🌹developing your kids talents
🌹getting your children piano or violin lessons so they develop the math part of the brain to get high math scores.
🌸 If you are a single mother you have to level up your kids with you. Teach them manners, get them cultured, take them to museums.
🌸If you don’t have the funds to travel show them the world on YouTube, show them other countries and history. They must see Paris, Safaris in Kenya, Mayan Pyramid, Pyramids of Egypt, Great Wall of China, New York, London, St Tropez, Nice, Cannes, Berlin, Rome, Switzerland, the Amalfi coast, Florence, Milan, Tuscany, Maldives, Singapore & Dubai, Saudi Arabia, Thailand, Mexico, South Africa, Morocco, and Argentina, Mexico, Brazil, Chile, Honduras, Columbia, Antarctica. That is just scratching the surface but if you can’t travel show your kids a different parts of the world with different kid friendly documentaries on YouTube.
🌸 Develop your kids talent. What are they good at? If you put an effort investing not in just yourself but in your kids you are a high value single mother
🌸No one wants the martyr mother who keeps sacrificing herself after the kids are school age, running on empty and wanting to be validated for being a victim. As much as I say don’t mess up your kids also don’t run on empty. If you don’t take care of yourself nobody will.
🌸High value mothers always carve some me-time for themselves when they can do they can be more present as a mother & sometimes also as a girlfriend/wife.
🌸 High value gentlemen see children as their legacy and look for a wife as serious as protecting & investing in her legacy as they are.
🌸Parenting is crazy hard. A mother is the world’s most difficult job aside perhaps from being a frontline soldier. Pat yourself on the back. If your kids are alive and not on drugs you are doing a good job! Just be careful who you introduce your kids to & you got this.
Credit Maria Al Massani
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Possession
Word count; 4,126
Fandom; The Boyz & Seventeen
Pairing; Reader x Lee Jaehyun (Hyunjae) & Reader x Xu Minghao (The8)
Characters; All of The Boyz (inc Hwall) & All of Seventeen.
Rating; Explicit
Warnings; alcohol, threesome, chocking, degrading, Dom Hyunjae, Dom Minghao, arguing, double penetration (non anal), fingering, oral and unprotected sex (Y/N on Pill but still wrap up guys)
You anxiously set the alcohol bottles in the middle of your kitchen counter when the buzzer went. You had just moved in to your new apartment and some of your childhood friends had encouraged you to arrange a house warming party. That friend in particular being Kim Sunwoo. He appeared through the door, his eyes looking bright at meeting you. “Wow you really looking fit tonight,” he said with a wink. “Are you saying I’m not looking beautiful any other night,” you replied pushing his shoulder to his wide teethed grin. “Hey you said that, not me,” he teased as he stocked more alcohol from his bag.
It was then the door went, you tensed slightly knowing full well that it was one of your work friends who your college and childhood friends disliked. You opened the door to them, both of them grinning, Vernon more reserved as his smile met yours, while Mingyu slightly drunk already smiling mischievously. “Wow Y/N, you dress up really well,” he said, attempting to look seductively. Before you could repeat the same conversation you had with Sunwoo earlier, Vernon softly said, “well personally I think your just as equally breathtaking with out looking dolled up.” He blushed as Mingyu’s mouth opened in surprise at his friends comment. “Whoa someone needs cock warming tonight clearly,” he scoffed walking past you to face Sunwoo. Sunwoo tensed at his approach, with a hint of frustration on his face. “Don’t be a dick Mingyu,” Vernon spat out and smiled at Sunwoo who surprisingly smiled back. “So is it just us then,” Mingyu asked looking around the almost empty room. “No we got a few of our friends coming tonight,” Sunwoo said wrapping his arms around your shoulder pulling you into him, Mingyu raised an eyebrow at how possessive Sunwoo was.
Before you could react the door went, you hastily dashed to the door. Eric charged at you once the door opened wrapping his arms around you, jumping up and down excitedly. “How much sugar did you let him have,” you said looking at Kevin and Jacob standing behind. “Hey I’ve had a day from hell and this is what we need today, let’s get smashed,” he said walking towards The Trio in the kitchen, tapping Mingyu on the shoulders friendly, before joining Sunwoo. Kevin gave a sympathetic smile, “we didn’t get you much, but we thought this was perfect,” Jacob said, passing you a Vase with a bow round it, as they stepped inside. “Oh damn we didn’t get you anything,” Vernon said standing by the door looking a little sad. “Well I supplied some alcohol,” Sunwoo shouted out, smirking at Mingyu. “Well I brought myself, I’m a gift enough,” Mingyu said winking at you. Sunwoo wrinkled his nose in disgust and turned to Eric who was fiddling with the radio. “You didn’t need to bring anything guys, I didn’t have a party to get presents, but thank you Jacob and Kevin I love it,”you said. “Hey I paid some money towards it too,” Eric shot out. “Thank you too Eric,” you chuckled. “Well if it wasn’t for my idea their wouldn’t be a party,” Sunwoo said showing off. You chuckled at your insecure friend and joined his side elbowing him gently before you all jumped when Eric managed to sort the music out, but at the loudest setting. “For fuck sake Eric,” Sunwoo shot out as Eric looked sheepish as he made his way towards you all.
You barely heard the door above the music and opened it to find Jihoon, Seungcheol, Jeonghan, Soonyoung and Chan standing their looking lively. They each gave you a squeeze and walked through greeting their friends, the room becoming more louder with the mixed gathering. Eric was bouncing between your two group of friends earning shots of disgust from Sunwoo. Before long Haknyeon, Hwall, Changmin, Chanhee, Sangyeon, Juyeon and Younghoon arrived. Younghoon passed you some flowers which earnt a kiss on his cheek to Chanhee’s whistles. “You didn’t need to,” you said blushing. “Every beautiful girl needs beautiful flowers,” Younghoon said equally blushing. “Where’s the sick bucket,” Changmin chuckled walking past you. “Shut up Changmin, just because you failed to bring anything,” he shot out. “It’s ok I really don’t need anything,” you shouted out towards him. He twisted to look back at you walking backwards. “Hey I brought something better,” he said winking, showing a bag with more bottles of alcohol. You looked back at Younghoon, “I love these, though their go well with Kevin’s, Jacob’s and Eric’s vase,” you said, smelling the lilies. “Here let me do it,” Younghoon said taking the flowers and walking towards the kitchen side to place them in the vase. Before you could move the door went again, you rolled your eyes as you opened it making a mental note not to shut it next time so your guests can enter on their own.
Joshua, Jun, Wonwoo, Seokmin & Minghao was all standing their with a few of your female colleagues. Minghao was holding a large parcel all complete with bows, he handed it to you with a smile. “What’s this Minghao?,” you asked blushing, “It’s a house warming gift,” he explained. “From us all at work,” Jun said wrapping his arm around Minghao. “When he means us lot he means me unless you include their odd pennies they contributed,” he said, shooting a glare at Jun. He shrugged his shoulders removing his arm and walked to join the others chuckling. “I seem to be saying it a lot tonight, but I didn’t have a party for gifts, but thank you,” you said. “Hey it’s for us too, for you know when you invite us back after work,” he said with dusty pink cheeks. You raised an eyebrow before opening the parcel to find a coffee machine. “Omg, wow Minghao you shouldn’t of,” you squealed in excitement before kissing his cheeks, causing a darker shade of red. You took his hand as you walked to the counter, Sunwoo staring at your closeness looking miffed. Minghao took it out the box as Jun, Vernon and Mingyu joined you followed by Eric. You was lost in the beauty of your attractive work colleague as he set up your new machine.
When you found some warm arms wrap around your stomach as their chin leant on your shoulder. You smelt the familiar shampoo scent you grew up to love. You smiled into his warm embrace resulting in Minghao’s eyes to widen and Mingyu to glare at him. “I didn’t bring you a gift, because I brought myself,” he said nuzzling into your neck. Your work Friends fell silent as Sunwoo joined you. “Oh you finally made it then so much for you getting here early,” he said swatting his arm, making Hyunjae remove himself from you. “Well I had to finish a bunch of stuff but I’m here now, I’m not that late,” he spluttered in defence. You noticed your work colleague silence and realised that it looked like Hyunjae was your boyfriend. “This is my child hood friend Hyunjae,” you said looking at Minghao who smiled back at you. “Hyunjae these are my work friends,” you said looking at him. He was looking at them each his eyes squinted, Eric felt the energy between them and offered to get Hyunjae a drink. Hyunjae was particular what he drank so it was the trick to take him and his icy stares to the other side of the room. Sunwoo however, remained there in his place, his glares equally causing awkwardness. “This is Sunwoo,” you went to introduce, “I’m also a child hood friend, and ex boyfriend,” he said causing you to look shocked at his announcement. Yes you dated when you was in secondary school, but it was brief and nothing more then a small teenage romance. You guys soon split up when Sunwoo dated someone else, breaking your heart, But your parents was friends so you soon got over the heartbreak and remained friends. Jun laughed causing Sunwoo to glare at him. You looked over catching Sangyeon’s eye shot almost pleading with him to come save you from one of Sunwoo’s temper tantrums. “What the fuck you laughing about,” Sunwoo growled confirming your fear. “Ex you just said it,” Jun replied, the atsmophere turning an icy coldness between you all. Before Sunwoo could retaliate with his fists balled, Sangyeon put his hand over his shoulder. “Hey Sunwoo theirs something in the car can you give me a hand bringing it up,” he asked nodding at you.
The remaining evening was spent drinking and occasionally dancing. However, you made sure to dance near Eric, who seemed happy not to use the dancing to point score between your two set of friends. It wasn’t long before Minghao joined you, a slow song started and he pulled you in, his warm arms around you, pulling you both close. “Your friends really don’t like us do they,” he said looking saddened. “Especially those two,” he said, without looking you knew he meant Sunwoo and Hyunjae. “Their just over protective that’s all, I’m sure once they get to know you their change their tune,” you explained. He smiled as he twirled you and then pulled you back close to him, his gaze deeply fixed on you as you felt your heart race. You had fancied Minghao since meeting him the first time standing at the coffee machine at work. He was extremely attractive and often their cheering you up when work got too hard. You giggled as you danced, before a more sexier song started playing. As Minghao hands dropped briefly another pair of hands grabbed your wrist spinning you towards them. You was met with the chocolate brown eyes of Hyunjae, his smirk deeply taking you in. “What do you think your doing,” you said gently pushing his shoulder. “Hey, if pretty boy gets to dance with you so do I,” he whispered into your ear causing you to shiver. “Fine but on the deal your nice to my friends,” you said letting him drape his hands behind your shoulders. “Hey I’m nice to Sunwoo all the time,” he teased earning a raised eyebrow. “Fine, I’ll ease up on lover boy and his friends,” he said, pulling your hip into his, “Minghao is not my lover boy,” you protested. “Well you know he wishes you was,” he said connecting his pelvis bone with yours causing a gasp. “And you know that how?” you asked raising an eyebrow. “Have you seen yourself,” he said eyeing you up causing your core to melt into his eye. “I think half the people in here want to be your lover tonight,” he said placing his fingers to your lips rather seductively. You scoffed at his suggestion, “I highly doubt it, you know this is all make up and clothes,” you said blushing into his neck. “Your beautiful even without the make up Y/N,” he whispered in to your ear. “I’d fuck you in a heart beat,” he added nibbling your lobe, you pressed your thighs together but he placed his knee between them slowly releasing them hitting your heat, watching you as you closed your eyes as you held on to his waist to hold in your moan. He mischievously smiled and released you, leaving you standing their turned on and confused.
You chuckled as Sangyeon carried a drunken Sunwoo out the apartment, Kevin mirroring but with Eric. Mingyu was barely standing but had ignored the helping hands of Vernon as he stumbled out your apartment as the last few of your friends left. You turned to find Hyunjae and Minghao cleaning up behind, “You guys don’t need to do that you know,” you said. They ignored you as they cleaned up on the opposite side of the room. “I can do this go home get some sleep,” you protested. Minghao lifted his head to smile at you, “Y/N I’m fine I got this,” he said. “Yeah I bet you have,” Hyunjae sneered, your icy glaze shooting to him. He cleared his throat, “you seem the kind to be a night owl I meant,” he added placing a fake smile. Minghao noticed and just smiled at him as he continued throwing beer cans into the black bag.
It was then that you slipped up on the kitchen floor on someone spilled drink, hitting your head on the landing. Hyunjae and Minghao rushed to you, “You ok Y/N?” Minghao said concerned. “Come here let’s check you over,” Hyunjae said picking you up into his arms pulling you into his chest. “No, I’m fine, put me down,” you protested, he ignored you and walked you to the sofa placing you gently down. He checked your head for any injuries and pulled the back of your dress to check your back. “Hyunjae,” you scoffed. “Oh be quiet I’m just checking you over, not checking you out,” Hyunjae spluttered hovering his eyes over your body for any sign of injury’s. This time it was Minghao’s turn to laugh. “Yeah sure,” he scoffed. “What’s that suppose to mean,” Hyunjae snarled. “You pretty much have spent all night touching her up at every opportunity,” Minghao said rolling his eye. “What, are you jealous are you?” Hyunjae said standing up to face him. “Come on guys,” you protested. “What of you? don’t make me laugh,” Minghao sneered. “Please guys stop this,” you pleaded. “Your just gutted she never touched you the way she touches me,” he spat out. “I don’t want to touch her the way you do, have you seen yourself you act like your her boyfriend….. of which from the sound of it your not,” Minghao said, his face beginning to go red. “Guys guys please,” you cried. Their heads snapping to you looking apologetic, Minghao slid beside you resting his hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry Y/N,” he whispered, “yes me too,” Hyunjae said sheepish. “Your both important to me please don’t argue,” you said bridging your nose. “Does your head hurt?” Minghao asked concerned. “Now that you two Aren’t arguing it’s not,” you said. Hyunjae rested his hand on your knee. “I’m really sorry Y/N,” he repeated.
You stood up to continue tidying, However, your dress fell to your ankles showing you in just your underwear. You blushed as you went to grab it pulling it up, shooting your eyes to Hyunjae who didn’t seem surprised. “Sorry,” you whispered your face feeling hot. “Don’t ever apologise for that,” Minghao said his eyes blown filled with lust. Hyunjae noticed his enemy’s face and smirked at you. “Your friends right you got an amazing body you should show it more often,” he said. He got up to stand next to you taking the straps in his hand to attempt to tie it. However, instead he released it, your dress falling, showing your underwear once more. He stood on the material and looked at Minghao, his bulge clearly showing. “Hyunjae,” you protested. “What,” he smirked at you. “Just because your a perv doesn’t mean he is, cut it out,” you said bending over collecting the material back up. However, this time Minghao stepped his foot down and leant towards your face cupping it, kissing you slowly. You stood up being taken back by surprise how these two enemy’s seemed to unite themselves. “Told you he’s just as Pervy as me,” Hyunjae added. You looked between the two noticing Minghao’s usual shyness disappearing and filled with lust. He stood up and returned his lips to yours, pulling you in to kiss you deeply, his tongue finding it’s way into your mouth. He pulled your body in to him feeling his bulge hit your core. Hyunjae released the clasps of your bra and wrapped his hands round your now free breasts. He leant his lips towards your neck and kissed it softly, as you melted in their touch as Minghao ripped your pants. “See theirs your pervert,” Hyunjae said into your neck chuckling. Minghao licked his lips before spluttering, “Takes one to know one.” “I don’t make out I’m a gentleman,” Hyunjae said biting in to your neck, Causing you to yelp, before moaning as he kissed it better. “I never said or implied I was,” Minghao said before clamping his teeth around your nipple, you jolted and hissed at his connection. As he looked at you his eyes glazed over as the Minghao you knew had disappeared. He slid his fingers towards your heat sliding his finger from your nub to rest near your hole. “She’s no lady though look at her she’s so wet for us,” he said. He sunk his fingers in that left you panting into his chest, your hands holding on to his shoulders as you moaned. “Hey if anyone’s making her weak at the knees it’s me right,” Hyunjae said spinning you around to face him. Hyunjae stepped back to take you in, his eyes glazed over as if you was his prey. He removed his belt and wrapped it around your neck pulling you towards him. His lips just brushing yours, you leaned towards kissing him but he pulled away laughing as he did, “So greedy Y/N,” he smirked. Minghao grabbed your wrist to take you to your room. But Hyunjae refused to let go of the belt still attached round your neck. He sneered at his enemy, “Hey I’ve known her longer don’t overstep the mark pretty boy.” Minghao rolled his eyes, “What are we five,” you finally spoke up. Hyunjae tightened the belt slightly. “Shhh this is between us,” he scorned. “Well I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for a piece of her somewhere more comfortable then a living room floor. But hey suppose it’s your thing being the dog you are,” Minghao said sarcastically. Hyunjae removed the belt and wrapped his hands round your stomach as he walked you towards your bedroom. He nuzzled his head back to your neck gently nibbling it till you reached your bed.
You sat on your bed and looked up towards your Pervy and kinky Hyunjae and your usually shy Minghao. They both was undressed and stood in their boxers. Hyunjae walked towards you and dropped his boxers, his thick cock dripping pre cum from it slit. You couldn’t help but slide your hand over it pumping it slowly as he closed his eyes and thrusted in your hand. You felt the bed lower as Minghao slipped behind you, Resting his legs with you in between, you felt his cock dig in to your back free from its boxers too. Minghao’s hands cupped your breasts as he kissed your neck suckling between kisses along your collarbone marking you. Hyunjae swiped your hand away from his cock and brought it to your lips pressing for you to open. You swirled your tongue around the tip and slowly took it into your mouth hollowing when you took as much as you could. He moaned as you sped your mouth around him. Minghao parted your thighs his fingers slowly rubbing circles till they found your fold. He swirled circles around your nub as you moaned humming around Hyunjae’s Cock. Hyunjae moaned as he pulled on your hair. Minghao’s fingers started teasing your hole, as you felt wetness pool from you. “I need to taste her,” Minghao said, Hyunjae groaned having caught a good rhythm. “Hey it isn’t all about you she needs some attention too you know,” he added. Hyunjae thrusted his cock into your mouth hard and deep at Minghao’s words that had you gagging around him. He moaned as he removed himself from your mouth. Hyunjae’s lips came crashing back to yours, his tongue tasting his own precum from your mouth. He knocked Minghao’s hands from your breast. “Well move then,” he said breaking the kiss to place you in the middle of the bed. His lips trailing down your chest towards your erected nipples. He sucked them harshly earning a moan as you buckled your wet heat. Minghao slipped between your legs kissing your thighs, your body sensitive from their work on you. Minghao’s tongue swirled around your nub flicking it gently as you rocked your pelvis towards him. He then harshly sucked on it causing a yelp. Hyunjae clamping down on your nipple as his other hand twisted the other causing more yelps. The pain causing sensitive ripple affects through your body. Minghao swiped his tongue down your heat humming as he did so, before ploughing his tongue straight into you. You moaned to the new sensation of him fucking you with his tongue, feeling it stroke your walls. Hyunjae returned his cock to your mouth, but with more need. He fucked your mouth losing himself to the sensation of your throat spasming around him, tear spilled from your eyes as you gagged around him. Minghao’s fingers helping his Tongue as he found your sweet spot, increasing your sensation. The humming from your longer moans spurring Hyunjae on further, It wasn’t long before you was pushed over the edge. Your walls collapsing on Minghao’s fingers as you choked on Hyunjae’s cock falling off your orgasm.
As you slacked Hyunjae took over fucking your mouth. “Man I need that sweet hole of hers right now,” Hyunjae said Impatiently. Minghao obliged by moving backwards but instead rolled you over so you was straddling him. “What the fuck man,” Hyunjae spluttered annoyed. Minghao placed you over his cock that was thinner but longer and slammed you into him. Your back arching as you moaned at his inpatient entrance. “You think she can handle us both,” Minghao said looking at Hyunjae, “You can handle that right Y/N,” he said to you. You nodded feeling over stimulated from your earlier orgasm as he gently rolled his thumb down your nipple. Hyunjae wasted no time bringing his hips behind yours. Minghao stilled while Hyunjae positioned his thick cock at your entrance. He draped his body over yours, cupping your breasts as he kissed your shoulder blade, before pushing his cock in. You whimpered as he stretched you beyond what you had ever experienced. Your hands tensing round Minghao’s muscular arms, as he stroked your face with concern. Hyunjae stilled as he fully entered you waiting for you to stretch out to the two cocks filling you. “You ok?” Minghao asked softly, his usual self returning briefly. You nodded biting your lips as he thrusted himself deep up in to you, your neck arched as Hyunjae’s grip around your breasts tightened. Hyunjae then thrusted in, you moaned louder, they both slowly brought a Rhythm, Minghao thrusting in as Hyunjae thrusted out. “Just remember this feeling Y/N we’re doing this to you,” Minghao purred. Hyunjae wrapped his hands round your throat. “Hey who’s doing the most work here, it’s my cock that’s splitting you, isn’t that right princess,” he said grunting in your ear. This spurred Minghao as his thrusts sped up, His hands wrapping higher up your neck choking you a little harder. Your moans longer and louder as you felt your wall tight around their cocks. Hyunjae could feel your orgasm close so he tightened his grip around your neck, his thrusts harsher, both their moans joining yours. It was enough to push you over the edge as you choked through your orgasm. Your walls spasming around then. “Fuck,” Hyunjae screamed through his own not long after. Minghao speeding his thrusts further more prolonging the after effects of your orgasm. His hand’s moving to your waist as he bounced you up and down. His cock causing your moans higher as you thrashed on him from the over stimulation. It wasn’t long before another orgasm sped in to you. Tears falling down your cheeks as he rammed super fast into you chasing his high, to fall apart as your head collapsed onto his chest, your body still thrashing. You felt his warm cum flow into you mixing with Hyunjae’s as his pace slowed to mere stillness. “Fuck,” he said through his teeth.
You giggled in to his neck, “Your going to need the morning after pill in the morning, I don’t think me and Hyunjae like each other enough to play daddy yet,” he teased. “Hey speak for yourself i told you I own this girl,” Hyunjae said throwing himself down by your side. “I think we just confirmed she’s all woman not a girl,” Minghao chuckled as he stroked your back. Hyunjae got off the bed and picked your sleepy body into his arms. “What you doing?” you said sleepily. “Well unless your up for round two I think we need to clean you up,” Hyunjae said taking you to the bathroom, Minghao following suit
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—MAKE YOU SAY “OH” EXTRAS: TINDER
extra meaning non-canonical occurrence; can be placed anywhere in the “make you say oh” timeline after couple (cha. 14) and before the final “oh”.
pairing—corpse husband x f!reader warnings—tinder profiles, tw: men, swearing. word count—2.6k. format— written. ─── ❥ req by nonnie: y/n makes a youtube vid/live stream where she's just swiping through her tinder acc and corpse literally blocks her lmao
author’s note—akldsljfs this was such a funny idea i could not not write it lmao
ultimate masterlist. myso masterlist
You have pulled the biggest brain move by setting up both a facecam and a screen recorder on your phone. All is beautifully displayed and visible during the stream. Your fanbase is particularly intrigued on what exactly are you planning on doing today, seeing as your tweet of “strea” had been a bit vague, if not downright ominous. No emojis. No elaboration. You couldn’t even be bothered to finish the word. Truly, a mystery. Everyone tuned in and are currently waiting with bated breath.
A few of your fans must sense upcoming doom because the overall mood in the chat turns from optimistically intrigued to...evil. It’s an entity all on it’s own now, clawing at you through the screen with various renditions of laughter and devil emojis. A few eggplants thrown in there for good measure, accompanied, naturally, by the scandalous water drops. At first the common consensus is that you’re biting the bullet and going through your camera roll on stream. Definitely an idea worth considering, though you frankly don’t know what lies at the start of the 11k photograph journey, and you are afraid to check in public. Could be a harmless meme, could be a salacious pic you had saved of an OF star. It’s really a gamble. Either way, you would definitely get banned. You might still get banned. Why do you insist on doing shit like this?
Because it’s funny. Because you’re kinda stupid. Because it’s just so absolutely laughably easy to do.
A smile quirks your lips, and while it is not explicitly smug, the look in your eyes sure is, “Greetings,” You utter lowly, dimming the lights--the budget for this stream! Ugh, you went all out, “my children.”
mother i crave violence
sensing evil energy rn!!
i do not claim the energy in this video for myself or anyone else watching this 💖💖
^with peace and love shut the fuck up
“I know y’all lowkey hoes-” Upon your words the chat splits into two: one side eagerly agrees (even shares a few OF accounts! How helpful, supporting small businesses!), whilst the other feverishly insists on innocence. You make a face stuck somewhere between offended and bewildered, “Now c'mon now-I know you. I know you all. We’re the same, don’t-what was that?”
You try to scroll back to the comment but it’s loss in the sea of incoming messages, “I swear to God I just saw-”
Corpse_Husband: i love late night streams it’s not like i have anything better to do.
“COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORPSE!!!!”
rip headphone users
i cant feel my face when im with you by the weeknd but instead of face its my fucking ears
yall think full vol on pc is better?my parents woke up 😭😭😭😭
To think he’s spending his last waking moments for today with watching you (he probably still would have anyway, because you do not posses an ounce of shame or self-control and pester him relentlessly)! It makes your heart sing, and suddenly, a traitorous, fun hating idea barges it’s way through the crowd of incoherent buzzing and states: don’t do this. For some reason it also has the voice of Rae. As if that would work in guilt-tripping you- Rae never succeed, and her fictitious rendition in mind won’t fare much better either.
Still, you thought about it. That must count for something. Corpse will understand, won’t he? Why don’t you want to upset it in the first place? Men look so funny when they lose their shit, like hello, don’t you have anything better to do? But the image of Corpse just sitting there, hurt, distraught, leaving you on seen because he’s in his sad boy hours leaves a sour taste in your mouth.
queen rly went from 🥺😊 to 😕 u ok bbgirl?
Corpse_Husband: no pouts cutie
akjdjoeijdfse cUTIE??? deadass boutta r.i.p.
Well that succeeded in eliminating everything from mind, doubts included. If this was an anime, the scenery would shift into something roseate, with flowers and bubbles and sparkles all around you along with a halo or two. Alas, not an anime, rather reality. The led-lights, however, seemingly possessing a will of their own, slowly turn from deep violet to pink. You smile brightly, like the absolute dumbass you are, and you are met with a ray of heart and blushing emojis. You are just so cute, a real cutie! Still in your disguise adorable state, you swipe your finger on your phone screen, the grin never leaving your lips.
There, among the plethora of apps, nestled sits a red square with a white fire plastered on it. The delicate calligraphy on the bottom reads: TINDER.
The mood changes once again- you’re giving the roaches emotional instability by how quickly everything flips over- and the chat spams eggplants vigorously; some, of course, bravely fight against the thirst.
nooooooo i thought y/n is gonna stream in a god honoring way!!!
^pack it up girl defined
“So, Charlie and I-” You note a few awfully curious comments and squint, “-yes, we talk a lot. Charlie is a really good friend of mine. We’re best friends. Brothers. Sisters. Cousins. The whole fucking family tree-no, that sounds weird. Delete. Anyway, Charlie, being the absolute fucker he is, said, hey, you know what would be funny? And I was like, nooo, what would be funny, Charlie? And he says to me, he says, says, making fun of men on Tinder. And if y’all need any more proof that Charlie and I are platonic soulmates, then dunno, my children, my roaches, I dunno-I dunno what more to give you.”
You can’t be bothered reading the comments, there’s too damn many. You also need to save your reading comprehension for the actual bios. It has a time limit, that darn thing.
“Okay, so I made a profile earlier, but I hadn’t swiped on anyone yet-” Despite the fact, Tinder helpfully informs you that already 99+ people have swiped right on you, “So, this is me,” You show the pictures you have of yourself, and damn, not to be a conceited narcissist, but you look really good. Like if you saw yourself on Tinder, you’d super like instantly. “Uhm, so, my bio-my bio says: let’s sauce in the tub together, ya dig? splishy splashy, giggle giggle.”
i cant believe we are witnessing y/n trying to form a coherent sentence live
shes trying give her time
ya dig??? y not capeesh
what scene from the godfather is this lol?
“My anthem, is,” You laugh, covering your lips with your hand, “Corpsie, this is form you-” Proudly, you show that indeed, Corpse’s E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY FUCKING LIFE is listed as your anthem on Spotify, “Hehe.” Yes, you say that aloud.
Corpse_Husband: you’re killing me Corpse_Husband: thanks baby Corpse_Husband: now delete tinder ❤︎
You ignore his last quip, deciding it’s finally time to get this show on the road, “Right, let’s do this shit. I’m not actually going to swipe on any guys that look, uh, decent? Yuck, can’t believe I just said that, uhm, because I-because I feel like some actually deserve a chance with someone? I don’t wanna get anyone’s hopes up, as I am currently in a long distance relationship with Chrollo. So I’m just gonna swipe on, like, frat boy assholes. Because I don’t care if I hurt their feelings. Quite frankly I don’t think they possess them in the first place.”
The chat voices their agreements. With the ground rules set, you, giddy, click on the first profile.
Does Tinder know what you’re doing, your plan? The FBI agent watching you through your phone must be working overtime, bless his heart. They must, because the the first guy to meet you is named Jason, and there he is, blond hair and blue eyes, holding up a fish the size of his torso. Marginally adequate in looks, pretty good muscles. A solid 7 bordering on 8. He’s the same age as you, 15 miles away, and he studies at some college you don’t care enough to look up. Bio reads:
I like to drive fast. Fishing is my passion, but if you can’t catch me by the ocean, you’ll catch me catching waves, bro! Love a good gym date. You do squats, and I’ll keep a close eye to make sure you’re doing it correctly ;) You probably saw me at a party. Leader of the The Phi Kappa Psi. I’m a Gemini, if that matters lol.
You, of course, read it aloud, dramatically; provide some constructive criticism-he seems nice, but he’s a Gemini, so naturally, you can’t trust him at all! Also, that gym date session leaves little to be desired. With your rant done, you swipe right, and shocker! (not), it’s an instant match.
“Okie, I still wanna swipe of some profiles, so I’ll see what he’ll text later-” For a second you wonder the legalities of this stream, but you’re having too much fun to think of it further, “guys, I won't get sued, right?”
NOW she considers it
well....
if you do, we’ll kickstart your lawyer dw <3
Onto the next profile. Kevin, 25, is seen fixing his car- or, you assume he’s mid-fixing it, you don’t really know why else he’d hold a wrench and be covered in oil. He’s shirtless, and the caveman part of your brain echoes something closely resembling AWOOOGA!, but...but!...blonde hair, blue eyes. You pout again, “I don’t...I don’t really like blond boys, ya know? With the blue eyes and all, it’s just not my thing, uhm, unless it’s like-like...Armin from Attack on Titan. Else I don’t care.”
Onto the bio:
You have to treat a car like you treat a woman: go on long rides, take the lead, but most importantly, keep her oiled up 😜
“What the fuck did I just read?”
The chat is equally confused. You swipe right anyway- another match. Too easy.
The stream continues without incident for a solid thirty minutes- all of your matches, expect a few that genuinely looked like normal dudes that really couldn’t write a decent bio to save their lives, had been blond hair blue eyed gym rats with ranging forms of misogyny. Some opened with asking for nudes out right, some asked about your day first before asking for nudes. You prefer the former. Straight to the point! You admire the gall.
But then, down the forty-five minute mark a profile popped up that made you still by your phone, your smile dying as your eyes bulged. Dear God. Lord in heaven. Who is this demonspiit lookalike and why is he so fucking hot? The neck tats, the skateboard, the clothes- holy shit, you gotta close your mouth before some drool dribbles out.
No bio, just his name, Tyler, and that he’s 23.
“He boutta be 23 in me.” You mutter, swiping right with lightning speed.
WHAT DID SHE SAYYYYY?????????
tyler is y/ns karma for relentlessly mocking that one guy that had a whole ass list on what his “female” partner should be
^he deserved it and also tyler seems like a typical fuckboi y/n grow a braincell
look at mom 🥺 her eyes are sparkling
It wasn’t a match right away. You somehow expected as much, but it still upset you. Simp behavior, pathetic. The stream continued bravely, and when Tyler messaged you a simple “yo” you totally didn’t sequel. You didn’t manage to text him back on stream: texting all those guys that you didn’t really find all that attractive was easy, but this...You’re a sucker for a man who radiates red flag energy. His whole profile is a red flag. He might just be a red flag himself.
What can you do? Suddenly becoming color blind is not easy. Once the stream ends, you unmatch with everyone expect Tyler. He you chat with for a bit, but a sudden craving for different company makes you abandon him, too. You don’t feel too heartbroken for him- you’re certain there’s already too many girls in his dms. You wish them luck.
Happily, you delete Tinder. You go to Twitter, notice you’re trending again- look at you go! Queen shit- and as you compose a thank you tweet, something strange happens. You go to text Corpse, but when you click on his profile you grow cold.
YOU’RE BLOCKED. You can’t follow or see @/Corpse_Husband ‘s Tweets.
...Pardon? You hop onto Instragram and-also blocked. Seriously? And you thought you’re one petty bitch. Corpse is seriously prissy about everything. Damn, if he didn’t like your stream, he could’ve just said so. Didn’t need to, like, block you from his internet existence. So not cool.
You try texting him but no text go through. Well how will you let him know you deleted Tinder just like he asked? You relieve your frustrations by punching your pillow a few times. Later, you apologize to her, you didn’t mean to hurt her, it’s not her, it’s you. Fuck, 5 minutes of exile and you’re already loosing your mind.
“Raeeeeeeeeeeee!” You whine loudly. It’s roughly 2am now, but you don’t care. You’re too heartbroken to care. There’s a thump from her room, but nothing else, “Raeeeeeeeee!!!” You wail, wallowing in self-pity on your bed. You hear a very loud, very annoyed sigh from her room, followed by angry marching. Your door is abruptly thrown open, and in the dim, colorful light you see her scowl.
“What?” She grits.
“Can you please tell Corpse to unblock me from everything?”
“What did you do now?”
“I made fun of men on Tinder.”
She pauses, “...That doesn’t sound so bad.” She surmises, voice laced with suspicion, “What else?”
“...There was one really hot guy that I kinda sorta talked to after--”
“Y/n.”
“-But I totally deleted Tinder and honestly he was pretty boring, so, like, uhm, please?”
She sighs, the servery of which implies she is holding the weight of the world on her shoulders, and instantly you know that you won. She taps away at her phone, “You owe me one.” She states, and before you can reply, she exits your room and slams the door behind her.
Grinning, you text his phone again. The message goes through, oh gosh, you’re so relieved you feel like crying. This has been, officially, the worst five minutes of your life.
You Y DID U BLOCK ME LOSER!!! MAJOR LOSER ALERT!! I DELETED EVERYTHING IT WAS A JOKE r u still mad at me? y u always mad at me i never do anything:(
my husband You’re my baby, how do you think I’ll react when I see you publicly simping for some asshole on Tinder?
Oh no, he used the words, he delivered the killing blow. You’re finished. Your heart can’t take such a workout.
Not that you would ever admit it to him, though!
You hehe ur jellyyyy u always dis jealous hehe?
my husband Not jealous.
Yeah, you might not be the brightest tool in the shed, but even you know that’s a lie. You send him an array of kissy emojis that he doesn’t have the decency to reply to. Then, completely unprompted and dead serious, you send him a simple voice memo, saying: “You really have nothing to worry about, you know? You’re my favorite, Corpsie.”
He responds via text, reiterating that he’s not fucking jealous and that he just doesn’t like when you show such outward interest in anyone but it’s not like he cares or anything. It’s just really, like, weeeeird to see his baby simping for another man like that totally ruins the whole dynamic!!! It was only natural that he should block you on every social media platform, including his personal number (which, like, was completely necessary! Doesn’t matter that his viewers can’t see it, it’s gotta be super believable!), and inform his followers of that, because it’s all a joke, like, for the dynamic, that Youtube grind, you know? Ya dig? No personal feelings were involved at all. He totally wasn’t upset that you found someone else cute, no way!
my husband I’m not jealous. Lol.
You ik u repeated tht like 50 times u trynna convince me or??? lmao
my husband No comment. ...You don’t actually talk to anyone else like we’re talking, right?
You no one else calls me their baby if thts wat ur wondering at least not to my knowledge lol im all urs
my husband That makes me very happy to hear:)
Yeah, it makes you very happy, too.
hope you liked it!! xx
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