#like I’m gonna pretend they give a fuck about rep

[jyndor]

so i give this show a lot of leeway when it comes to queer rep because there is actual queer rep for once that isn’t like a blurry background shot of two women kissing

that doesn’t mean i think it’s perfect or above criticism on queer rep. but i don’t think melshi and cass was queerbaiting. i just don’t. especially not when velcinta is the most meaningful romantic relationship in the show, and the only times we’ve seen people having sex lives (besides velcinta) are bix and timm, and cassian and his girlfriend on niamos.

bix and timm are the only ones who actually kiss so far, and their relationship is destroyed soon after because of timm’s paternalism, xenophobia and jealousy. meanwhile cassian is seen literally separated by a wall from his lover to represent his isolation, and there’s no physical intimacy seen on screen at all - in fact, it’s kind of a sad moment because cassian is hiding himself away, literally in a locked box, and pretending to shower to as a cover of sorts.

meanwhile vel and cinta haven’t kissed, which yes I do have a problem with because of how wlw relationships are often treated like gals being pals, but they do sleep together (they share a blanket) and the camera zooms in on them holding hands twice (similar to the rebelcaptain shot in rogue one, and I’ll come back to that). and furthermore, cinta says that vel loves her. like it’s not up for debate: they’re lovers. 

and while I joke about melshi and cass’s no homofication bro hug, i think once again we have focus on their hands - on touch in a non-sexual way - as being one of the most intimate (if not sexual) moments between two characters in the show. cassian says he hears my guy rue, after a whole arc of nobody’s listening.

understand that in rogue one, jyn and cassian are coded as being romantic but they never kiss or fuck or whatever, their intimacy is understanding each other, eye contact, HAND HOLDING, and finally that hug as they die.

hands seem important in this show/in rogue one tbh: cassian reaches out to bix and she pushes his hand away, and i’m not even sure cassian is being like a “homewrecker” as bix calls him, i think he’s just looking for connection as always. the prisoners all help each other up in one scene, a big focus on their hands. cassian and melshi do that bro hand shake/hug thing, but it’s the closest cassian has gotten to someone in the show so far. romantic or platonic, it’s the first time he seems really to have a person who understands him implicitly.

and cassian and jyn being on the beach together, home finally, is clearly mirrored here - except cassian is left alone because the mission comes first.

as someone who is on the asexual spectrum and bi, it is actually kind of nice to see a focus on the difference between intimacy and sex so clearly displayed in this show and in rogue one.

i’m still gonna flag that the only kiss in the show has been a mf kiss, and that the only time we’ve seen like the mornings after have been with mf couples (because there’s no way vel and cinta fucked that night no way not with a new guy around). but i don’t think this one is queerbaiting us.

EDIT: no it’s literally not queerbaiting i forgot melshi wasn’t even part of the marketing for andor, of course it isn’t queerbaiting LOL

#star wars andor #andor spoilers #velcinta #melshi x cassian #lgbtqia+ #queerbaiting #meta #rogue one #ruescott melshi #jyn erso #cassian andor #vel sartha #cinta kaz #bix caleen #timm lol

[hazelroses1]

Yes, Katsuki Hit Himself in the Face Staring at Eijirou Weightlifting. What of it?

CW: mention of sexual excitement, Gym AU

Not Katsuki trying to go harder in the gym whenever the sexy, buff-as-shit redhead who wears stupid "Do You Even Lift, Bro?" shirts with the sleeves cut off is working out. He doesn't put more weight on the bar, use heavier dumbbells, or run until he's about to pass out. No fucking way. That's why when he hits himself in the face with a 50lb weight doing double dumbbell cleans (who the hell does them from inside the stance like this workout prescribed anyway), he knows it's not because "Red" is back squatting with a stupid amount of weight on the bar.

He took his shirt off before he got started. Fair, they're in a CrossFit-style warehouse gym, and it's hot as fuck in the summer. The fans don't help, but Katsuki is okay with that because he gets to watch the sweat drip down Red's tanned skin. He means get gets to admire his definition.

"Fuck!" Katsuki hisses, putting the dumbbells down to walk it off. 

Of fucking course, Red comes over after re-racking his bar. "Hey, man! You okay? Lemme see." 

Before Katsuki could protest, Red is towering over him, grasping his jaw, and turning his head to get a good look at his injury. Katsuki can smell his earthy deodorant and feel the heat radiating off him in waves. His nearness has Katsuki's pulse thumping hard in shorts that aren’t going to hide an erection.

"Aw, damn, bro. That's gonna bruise," he says, releasing Katsuki and taking the strength in Katsuki's knees with it. It's hard to keep himself upright as Red gives him a bright smile and sticks his fist out. "Name's Eijirou. What's yours?"   Fuck, he’s friendly. Katsuki knows he is, but anytime Red— Eijirou— tries to speak to him, Katsuki pretends he's too engrossed in his workout. No, he's not a coward; he's busy. 

 "Katsuki," he replies, staring at Eijirou's fist. "You're sweaty as shit. I'm not fist-bumping you."

Instead of getting offended, Eijirou laughs. "Yeah, you’re right. Well, I see you in the gym all the time. Your bench press looks amazing."  

"Your back squat ain't half bad either," Katsuki says while bending down to get his weights and hoping his face looks red from exercising and not from blushing. "I'm fine. You can leave now." 

 "You're kinda mean," Eijirou pouts, but he smiles once more. "I like it. I bet you’re great at pushing people to keep going and reach their goals!"

 Katsuki raises an eyebrow at him. "You want me to yell at you and tell you what a bitch you're being when you wanna quit?" 

 "Yeah!"  

Katsuki was on his last rep of his final set when he smashed the dumbbell into his face, anyway. Tch, if Eijirou wants someone to "motivate" him, he has no problem doing so. Katsuki wants to see the full extent of what this tank is capable of.  Gym days turn into partner work outs with Eijirou, which turns into questionable touches and wandering hands, which ends with them going to a weight lifting meet together for their first date. They're boyfriends now. Katsuki demands it, and Eijirou is happy to oblige.

Good thing Katsuki was paying too close attention to Eijirou's thick ass that day because if he didn't punch himself in the face with a dumbbell that weighed as much as a small child, he may not have gotten Eijirou all to himself.  

💞

#kiribaku #hazel headcanons #bnha headcanons #hazelkiribaku

[hismercytomyjustice]

X-Men ‘97 Spoilers Below the Cut

I don’t know about y’all but I’m feeling TOTALLY NORMAL about the way the most recent episode ended.

Glad to see Magneto’s still around, but damn I love me a fucked up homoerotic borderline torture scene sometimes.

Can’t wait to see him waste this dude.

Also, I am not up to speed on all the X-Men lore but don’t they have time travel? I feel like if there was ever a time to use it, it would be now? I was just really surprised to see them burying everyone.

Magneto is my #1 X-Man tho. Really digging his vibe right now with all the fucked up political bullshit going on in real life.

—-

X-Men spoilers have ended. Now I’m just yapping.

—-

I feel like this show hits the LGBTQ+ experience beats pretty well at times. I’m behind the times on the rep there. I was never super into X-Men, though I watched the cartoons growing up. It took me a while to delve back into the movies too because I got hardcore body horror freaked out when that dude got liquified in the first one.

My tolerance for that kind of thing used to be waaaay lower than it is now. I had to leave the theater because the gore at the beginning of Zombieland gave me a literal panic attack, haha. I didn’t start watching The Walking Dead until like 2015 for the same reason. Thankfully that kind of thing doesn’t really bother me anymore. It’s weird now to think back to how it used to.

Of course movie theaters in general used to give me panic attacks. It was almost a guarantee for a while that if I went into a movie theater, I was gonna have one. Zombieland was the first and maybe only time I ever had to leave because of one though. Usually I’d just pretend like nothing was happening as far as my friends were concerned and just force my way through them.

Tbh, Ted Lasso was the first time I felt I saw a really good representation of what a panic attack could feel like. Internally it’s like your world is falling apart around you, but externally it can be pretty innocuous unless you’re having major physical symptoms. If you have them often enough, you get pretty good at masking them. I’ve had them loads of times around family and friends and didn’t tell anyone.

Thankfully I don’t have panic attacks nearly that often anymore. And yes, I 100% probably should have said something to my loved ones at the time. But it can be hard when you know you’re experiencing something that isn’t rational and there’s not really anything they can do to help except ride the wave alongside you.

True, some triggers for panic attack can be pretty distressing. But I’ve definitely had them other times where I was just annoyed as hell that my body decided to randomly throw an anxiety party and it’d just be a matter of waiting it out.

Tbh, birth control really helped with mine for a while. I had really bad PMDD and my panic attacks were almost like clockwork with my cycle. I used to dread the impending doom I’d feel as I got closer to the date. I went from having panic attacks multiple times a month to only every so often. Antidepressants have been a godsend on that front too. I had no idea they also worked with anxiety because I never took them specifically for it until 2022.

I got massively sidetracked, but I really enjoy talking about mental health on here. It helps me reflect and process a lot. Sometimes it feels like just casually talking about it takes away some of fear and self-stigma away. That’s also one of the main things I’ve been learning about in therapy, not engaging in avoidance thoughts/behaviors when it comes to my OCD.

That also reminds me of what Marcus says a lot on LPOTL. “Mental illness isn’t your fault, but it is your responsibility.” It fucking sucks, but it’s true. In my experience, there’s a huge difference between interacting with someone who’s actively trying to live with their mental illness rather than choosing to ignore it and refusing to seek treatment.

Not that seeking and finding the right treatment and meeting your mental illness head on are easy things to do. It’s a bit privileged to say that. But as someone who didn’t get treatment for most of their life because they didn’t realize they needed treatment (“my symptoms aren’t that bad, it’s just a little anxiety, my prior attempts to seek help blew up in my face, x family member has this and is fine, etc”), lemme just tell ya I bet I am a much more enjoyable person to be around now.

I’m lucky in that I don’t believe I’ve ever lost any family or friends over my previously untreated mental illness. However, I know that I’m a hell of a lot happier and fun to be around when I’m on my medications and receiving regular therapy. I’m far less likely to subject others to my doom spirals and obsessive thoughts. I would get sick of talking about them, so I can only imagine how my captive audience felt.

Sure, there’s more I could be doing, but at least I have a pretty solid foundation under me now. I’m hoping to continue to build on it in time.

#mental health #just talking to myself #life things #this started as an x-men post lol

[andypantsx3]

defiant | bakugou/reader

pairing: Bakugou Katsuki / Reader

status: complete

length: 4,485 words

summary: There are a lot of benefits to managing your pro hero boyfriend, but dealing with the PR nightmares he generates is not one of them. After Katsuki gets way too mouthy with a hapless reporter, you take it upon yourself to put him in his place.

Katsuki, however, has other ideas.

tags/warnings: smut, arguing, possessive sex, light bondage, aged up characters, reader attempts to dom bakugou (keyword: attempts)

notes: This is based several years after the events of my fic savvy though you do not need to have read it to enjoy this one!! This is also unedited because I am too lazy, my apologies for the various mistakes within. I will come back and fix them at some point. Dedicated to @bobawithpomegranate​ for reminding me I was supposed to be working on this.

It was a Friday afternoon at approximately three p.m. when Bakugou Katsuki lost his fucking mind.

You knew this information because you had been watching the press coverage of your boyfriend’s latest fight, an operation in which he and Kirishima Eijirou had paired up to defeat a villain with an earthquake quirk.

Katsuki and Kirishima had taken the man down in record time, mere minutes after the reporters showed up. You’d watched them pound the villain into the very street he’d ripped up in the first place, and now Kirishima was puttering around in the background of the news coverage, smiling as he chatted up civilians against the wreckage of the city street behind him. Which left Katsuki to saunter over to the gaggle of field reporters and give the customary interview.

His blonde hair was disheveled, and his mouth was quirked up into a sharp smile, the way it always was after he’d just come out of a good fight. But he looked otherwise unharmed, just as intense and savagely handsome as always. He even looked like he might be in a good mood, pleased with the results of his fight, and you thought he might actually keep the swearing to a minimum this time.

He ducked under the police tape, flaxen hair glinting gold under the afternoon sun, and stalked over to the nearest reporter, already opening his mouth to crow over his latest victory.

Which is when something off screen caught his attention.

There was a muffled question from one of the reporters--not from the network you were watching or the mic would have caught it--and Katsuki’s scarlet gaze cut to the side. You watched in horror as his expression slowly morphed into one of apoplectic rage.

“You fucking piece of shit,” Katsuki snarled, eyes narrowing, an explosion already crackling between his fingers.

The camera jerked to the side, catching the startled expression of another reporter. He looked vaguely familiar to you--tall, handsome in a bland kind of way, teeth bleached for his job as a television personality. You thought you might have met him briefly at the last Hero’s Gala, but you didn’t have time to linger on the memory--Katsuki was already on the move, fighting his way through the pack of reporters, looking ready to commit a murder.

“--think you can just fucking talk to me, asshole?” you heard him shout.

“What did he say?” a voice murmured off screen.

“--he just asked Dynamight how he feels about his success today,” another voice uttered, closer to the camera, sounding bewildered and more than a little alarmed.

“You’re gonna wish you had never fucking been born, asswipe!” Katsuki shouted over them.

He’d nearly reached the reporter when there was a blur of red and Kirishima was there, one bulky arm seizing Katsuki around the middle. He hauled Katsuki out of the sea of journalists, even as Katsuki struggled, spitting and snarling like a wet cat.

“You fucking try that shit again and I’ll fucking blow your teeth straight into your brain!” Katsuki hollered, drowning out whatever Kirishima was muttering to him.

Your phone screen lit up next to you, several notifications pinging simultaneously. You let out a gusty sigh, glancing down at the contact names. News outlets, looking to scoop their competitors by getting the first statement from the Dynamight Agency on Katsuki’s behavior.

You swiped over a screen and dialed the number for the PR department, watching Katsuki continue to rage on screen, struggling against Kirishima’s hold. The crags in Kirishima’s skin told you he was close to going Unbreakable, and the sight sent a hot bolt of irritation through you.

You had no idea what the hell Katsuki thought he was doing, launching himself at a reporter like that. A reporter who had apparently done nothing but ask him how he felt about the success of his fight, a question Katsuki--the smug fuck--typically reveled in answering.

It had been a long time since Katsuki’s last PR disaster (tackling pro hero Deku over the side of a buffet table after an innocuous comment at one of their first Hero’s Galas), and you’d gotten him to promise you to be more careful after that. You’d honestly thought he’d pretty much moved past that sort of thing now. He’d grown somewhat calmer with age--though not less foul mouthed--and as his girlfriend, you were able to exert some level of influence over his actions, as each year, your understanding of how to play him grew deeper and deeper.

So what the fuck he thought he was doing right now was absolutely beyond you. And also absolutely not appreciated, as you had much better things to be doing than cleaning up after him for a shit fit that he definitely could have controlled.

If there was something bothering him, you were going to make him tell you. And if he was up to his old tricks, maybe he needed a refresher on exactly why it was inappropriate to go off like a bomb at every little thing.

As Katsuki’s primary PR rep picked up on the other end of the line, already speaking to you in a brisk tone, you resolved yourself to the task. You were going to get to the bottom of whatever had sent Katsuki into a fit--and you were going to remind him how and why to behave himself.

Whether he wanted to or not.

The trickiest part of your plan was catching Katsuki off guard.

That kind of a feat was nearly impossible, as Katsuki had reflexes honed by years of experience, an alarmingly keen intellect, and a single-minded determination that was frankly terrifying to contemplate. It had been years since he’d been outmaneuvered by anyone in the field, and the odds were against anyone who thought they could get the jump on him.

Luckily for you, you knew that his single-mindedness was the one thing that could also be used against him.

You left the agency slightly earlier than normal, shooting off a message to Katsuki to let him know you’d meet him at home. And then you yanked open your proverbial bag of tricks.

You helped yourself to a long shower, lathering on some of Katsuki’s body wash instead of your own, a trick that--you’d learned after once running out of your own--sent him into something like a possessive frenzy, knowing you smelled like him, that anyone you encountered would know you’d helped yourself to a man’s personal effects and understand that you were already spoken for.

Then you rustled around in your drawers for a nicer pair of lingerie--not anything super fancy that would suggest you were up to anything special, but nice enough that Katsuki’s interest would be piqued.

And then you dug around in the closet for the most essential element of your plan--handcuffs. Your face warmed with the memory of the last time these had been used--a blur of rough palms and sharp teeth all over you, while you all but sobbed for more--but you frantically quashed the thought. Tonight, if all went according to plan, you wouldn’t be the one strapped helpless to the headboard.

You weren’t the one with a lesson to be learned, after all.

The scrape of keys in the door sent you dashing to hide the handcuffs underneath your pillow, and then the stomp of boots in the hall told you your boyfriend had made it inside. You hastily yanked a sweater and jeans over your lingerie, then went out to meet Katsuki in the kitchen.

He clearly hadn’t had time to change after his fight, still slightly disheveled, blonde hair mussed and scarlet eyes sharp as they narrowed in on you. His handsome features were twisted into a suspicious expression.

“The fuck’re you up to, ditching early? Thought I was gonna get fucking screamed at when I made it back to your office,” Katsuki growled, watching you intently as he stripped off his gloves and boots. They hit the ground with a dull thud.

Your heart shot into your throat, but you pasted on your best placid expression. “I ditched because I didn’t feel like dealing with every outlet in the entire country blowing up my office line. Thought I could get more done here where it’s quieter.”

You didn’t mention exactly what you planned to get done here, hoping Katsuki would assume it was all PR and damage control.

In a way, it was damage control. Just...not via traditional methods, exactly.

Katsuki’s eyes tracked you closely. He still looked skeptical. “You gonna let me have it then, princess?”

Oh you were gonna let him have it, alright. He just had no idea.

You watched him for a while, pretending to contemplate unloading on him the way you wanted to. “Just...not now. I’m too tired, I don’t even want to deal with it.”

He scoffed. “Bullshit. You live for giving me shit. Fucking out with it.”

You glared at him. “I don’t think you’re in any position to be giving me orders. And if I was gonna say anything before I’m certainly not now. Now go clean yourself up. I have work to finish, thanks to someone.”

You retreated back into the bedroom, smothering a grin.

Nothing got Katsuki jumped up like defiance. Years into your relationship, he knew on some level that he wasn’t actually in charge of you, but he still got just as worked up when you got mouthy with him as he had on day one. It wouldn’t be long until he came back in, trying to pick the same fight, altogether too interested in the attitude you’d give back to him.

He was such a boy.

You lounged around on the bed, pulling out your work laptop and firing off a couple emails while you waited, just for something to do. Katsuki’s PR rep seemed to have things well in hand, but you helped where you could.

Soon enough, Katsuki was stalking back into your room, hair dark from a shower, looking like he hadn’t even bothered to dry off before stomping back in. He wore only a dark pair of sweatpants, the hard planes of his chest on full display--you suspected he’d foregone a shirt on purpose, knowing how the sight of him usually distracted you.

Which it still did, somewhat, but you were too heady with your own plan to truly be diverted.

You smothered a laugh at the way Katsuki’s eyes immediately honed in on the lace of your bra strap, strategically peeking out of your sweater as you had arranged it.

Two could play at that game.

“Think you’re real fucking smooth, don’t you, princess?” he demanded, stalking over to loom over you in a vaguely threatening manner. You caught the clean scent of his body wash, just a hint of his syrupy sweet quirk under that.

Your thoughts fogged a little with his proximity so you pretended to ignore him, typing out some nonsense notes into your calendar for something to keep your attention off of him. The less you looked at him, the easier this would be. You were weak to his appearance, it was true, and nothing riled him up like not having your full attention.

“I don’t know what you’re on about,” you said vaguely, doing your best to sound distracted.

A rough palm shoved your laptop closed. “Oh I think you fucking do, princess. Think you’re gonna get all dressed up for me and then ignore me?”

You looked up into his face, just as his arms came down around you to cage you against the mattress. A thick spike of arousal jolted through you, but you pushed it down. Much as you were into this, he was not going to be in charge for much longer.

“And if I did?” you asked, victory surging through your veins at the dark look that entered his eye.

He leaned down, putting his face near to yours. “Gonna be real hard to ignore me when I’m fucking you so hard you’ll feel me for weeks.”

“You’re awfully confident for someone on such thin ice,” you breathed. You didn’t even have to pretend at being affected by his choice of words, your stomach fluttering with anticipation.

Katsuki wasted no time covering your mouth with his. The weight of him pressed you back into the mattress, your laptop tumbling to the floor with a loud clatter. Rough hands trailed up your sides, gathering up the fabric of your sweater and pulling it over your head.

Carefully, you eased him over, kissing him as hard as you could, so that you were the one on top, your knees braced on either side of his slim hips.

Katsuki swore, pressing you down on him with a rough palm on your back, evidence of his interest hard between your thighs.

And that’s when you struck. Using his momentary distraction, you pulled the handcuffs from beneath your pillow, weaving them through the headboard. You grabbed his hands as firmly as you dared, pressing them up over his head.

Katsuki noticed what you were doing the second before the handcuffs snapped shut over his wrists.

“The fuck you think you’re doing, nerd?” he demanded, flexing against the tight hold. You watched with interest as his bicep pulled with the effort. “Unlock these or you’re in for it.”

You sat back on his hips, smirking down at him the way he usually did at you. Triumph swelled in your gut like a symphony.

“No, you’re in for it, Katsuki. What the absolute fuck did you think you were doing today?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “You think I was just gonna let you get away with throwing a tantrum on national television for no discernable reason?”

“That’s none of your business,” he ground out. A bright spark lit up the skin of his palm, a sharp crackle slicing into the silence of your room. “Now unlock these while I’m still asking nicely.”

You trailed absent fingers down the warm skin of his abdomen, watching appreciatively as the muscle tightened under your touch. Katsuki hissed out a sharp breath.

He might be threatening, but he ran the risk of blowing off his own hands if he resorted to using his quirk right now. You didn’t think he’d chance his own skin just to get out of this situation.

“I’m your manager and your girlfriend--it’s one hundred percent my business. You’re not getting out of those until you tell me what the hell you thought you were doing,” you promised darkly. You let your nails scrape over the skin of his hip, just under the band of his sweatpants.

You felt his hips shift in interest.

“You’re really asking for it, huh, princess?” he said, his voice rough. “I’m not gonna be gentle with you when I get out of this.”

“Keep avoiding the question and you’ll never get out of this,” you said. You let yourself lean over him, reveling in his minute intake of breath as you pressed a kiss over his neck. “You want something, I’ll give it to you. But only if you tell me why you did it.”

“It’s between me and that fucking slimeball and that’s all you need to know,” Katsuki snarled.

You let your teeth scrape over his skin, the way he usually did with you. “Not good enough,” you said.

Katsuki’s hips shifted again as you pressed back harder onto him. You felt your own abdomen coil tight with hot excitement at the unconscious little circles he was making. But you couldn’t be distracted--you had a mission to accomplish.

“Mind your damn business you fucking nerd,” he growled, defiant to the last.

Well, you hadn’t thought this was going to be easy.

“You are my business,” you informed him tritely. “And if you ever want me to take care of your business again, you’re going to tell me exactly what is going on.”

“Fuck,” he said instead. “You’re so hot when you get mouthy.”

“Not the answer I was looking for,” you told him. You shoved down the hot flush that tried to rise through you at his admission. Even years later, you were weak to his praise and he knew it.

He bucked a little under you, like he was unable to help himself. “Let me touch you, princess.”

“Still not an answer,” you intoned. You held very still, careful not to squirm like he was making you want to, even as his thrusts grew more deliberate.

If he would just hurry the fuck up and give you an answer, you both could be getting what you wanted. But everything had to be a production with him, as usual.

He was lucky he was so hot, and so charming on the rare occasion when he wanted to be, because he really was a piece of fucking work. You deserved some kind of sainthood for your service to him.

You slid forward on his chest a little when he gave a particularly strong thrust, bracing your hands over his sternum, and the abrupt show of strength had you clenching your thighs unthinkingly around him.

Katsuki’s mouth twisted in a savage grin, like he knew exactly how he was affecting you. “This is your last warning, princess. Let me out or you’re fucking in for it.”

You frantically schooled your features back into some form of haughty disregard, reaching down into your nightstand for the keys. You twirled them absently around your fingers.

“I don’t think you understand what kind of position you’re in,” you said firmly. “The only way you’re getting what you want is if you tell me what kind of stick that reporter stuck up your ass. Or maybe he didn’t, and you’re just being a fucking brat. Either way, you’re not in charge here--I am, and you are the one who’s in for it.”

No sooner had the words left your mouth, however, than the tang of hot metal met your nose. Katsuki’s savage smile was bordering on feral now. You looked up in alarm to see that above his head, he’d worked his palms over to press to each opposite wrist, but he wasn’t blowing through the cuffs like you’d known he couldn’t. Instead, he was melting them.

You swore, scrambling off of him. You threw yourself off the edge of the bed, racing for the door like the devil himself was behind you.

You weren’t fast enough.

The world upended, the white of your ceiling paint swirling up over your vision. The next thing you knew, you were thrown flat on your back in your bedding, bouncing a little from the impact against your mattress.

Katsuki braced himself over you, hands firm around your wrists, eyes alight with the challenge.

“You were saying, princess?” he asked smugly.

You wiggled underneath him, trying to work a leg underneath his hip to kick him off you the way you’d learned in self-defense. Katsuki just shifted into the cradle of your hips, huffing out a rough laugh.

“I fucking taught you that move, nerd. Think you’re gonna get me with it?”

His hips pressed forward, his body a hot line all along yours, and you suppressed a groan at the feel of him hard against your core.

“That’s right, princess,” Katsuki breathed, pressing his face into your shoulder to bite at your throat. “Now I’m going to remind you who’s in charge here, and you are going to be good for me and take every single thing that I give you.”

He gathered your wrists in one hand, reaching down with long fingers to work off your jeans.

You shivered in delight at the thought of his dark promises, but some other, more stubborn part of you resisted. You had a fucking job to do, and no way was he going to reroute you so he could get out of talking about things.

“You’re not giving me shit until you tell me exactly why you tried to blast some innocent reporter into the sun,” you said hotly.

Katsuki paid you no mind, too focused on pulling your jeans off over your ankle, so you leaned in and bit his shoulder.

“The fuck--?” he demanded, reeling back.

“I’m serious, Katsuki,” you said, irritation rising. “You tell me what is going on this second or it’s just you and your hand for the next month. I’m not fucking around.”

“He’s not some innocent reporter, he’s a piece of shit,” Katsuki said. His fingers worked at the clasp to your bra, like he thought that was enough of an answer.

“And you know this how?” you asked, trying to shift to crush his fingers underneath your shoulder.

He glared at you for a long moment, red eyes hot on your face, looking like he was strongly considering just abandoning the conversation altogether and stalking off to blow something up instead.

“I know,” he finally ground out, looking like every word cost him, “because I overheard him in the men’s room at the last Hero’s Gala.”

So you did know the reporter from the Hero’s Gala. A dim memory came to you of shaking his hand, leaning over to get Katsuki’s attention to get him an answer to some question he’d asked. You were fuzzy on the details, as you’d had other things to worry about that night--the Hero’s Gala had ended with Katsuki in some kind of mood with Kirishima, the arm of Kiri’s suit burnt off, and Katsuki had refused to say more on things. They’d patched things up almost immediately after so you hadn’t pried, but now you wondered if there wasn’t more to the story--more including this reporter.

“Overheard him what?” you asked.

Katsuki’s fingers resumed their questing, releasing the back of your bra with the ease of constant practice. You let him, considering he was still giving you answers.

“Overheard him fucking talking about you,” Katsuki growled, his fingers digging into your waist, his touch turning more possessive.

You froze. “What?”

“Saying the nastiest shit about how you looked in your dress, what he’d like to do with you if you didn’t already belong to me,” Katsuki said, sounding disgusted. “Wanted to incinerate him but fucking Kiri got in the way. Told me I’d lose my license if I attacked a civilian and he took me to court.”

“Which you would,” you pointed out, your tone going breathier than you wanted when Katsuki slid his fingers up to pluck at your nipple. “That--um--that was still the case today, too. What did you think you were doing?”

“Didn’t think,” he grunted, palming your breast. He didn’t look like he was thinking a lot now either, eyes turning on your chest with that single-minded focus he was famous for. “I just saw him and saw red.”

You were starting to see colors too--white, mainly, as Katsuki released your wrist to trail his other hand over your panties with obvious intention.

“Oh, um. Well I’m glad you didn’t kill him and have to lose your license,” you said, your breath hitching when Katsuki found his way into your underwear. “I’m gonna--have to--ah--thank Eijirou.”

“You belong to me,” Katsuki announced imperiously, leaning back in to bite at your throat again.

You couldn’t bring yourself to be annoyed with him, now. Instead, his words relit some fuse within you, your arousal sparking back to life behind your navel.

Katsuki’s fingers curled within you and you couldn’t hold back a pleased little noise, shifting your hips to allow him better access.

That was all the affirmation he needed. In mere minutes, he was working you up to the edge of your pleasure, fingers hot and skilled and exactly right inside you. He trailed soft bites and hot kisses all over your neck and shoulders, looking supremely satisfied with himself every time you caught sight of his face. His thumb worked tiny, maddening circles over your clit, just like he knew drove you fucking insane, and he had you writhing and squirming underneath him embarrassingly fast.

Soon, he was hitching your leg over a broad shoulder, sinking into you right where you wanted him.

“That’s right, princess. You’re mine. Gonna fuck you so good you’ll never forget it,” he promised, already working up to a brutal pace that left you short of breath.

Your vision swam as he ground into you. He leaned down to catch a nipple in his mouth, sucking softly, in sharp contrast to the wicked thrust of his hips.

“Look at you,” Katsuki said around your breast, scarlet gaze burning into yours. “Spread out and trembling. Look so fucking good for me, only for me.”

“Katsuki--ah!” you barely managed the syllables of his name.

“So fucking hot when you think you’re in control. So fucking mouthy--” his fingers brushed over your mouth “--I’m gonna fuck you so stupid you can’t even string together a sentence anymore.”

You rather thought he’d already achieved that, considering you could barely manage anything other than single syllable words now--nothing but there and more and please and oh!

Katsuki gave a particularly hard thrust, snarling your name--and your climax hit you like a truck.

You cried out, writhing, and his hands came up to hold you down against the mattress, still fucking into you hard like he meant to fuck the sense right out of you. He fucked you straight through your orgasm, and only when you were gasping from the aftershocks, shivering and near tears, did he follow you, flooding your insides with warm heat.

“That shut you right up, didn’t it, princess?” he said smugly as he rolled off of you, leaving another love bite over your shoulder on his way.

You groaned. It had been fucked up but kind of romantic that he’d attempted to murder a guy for you, but he was really killing the mood now.

“Is there anything that would shut you right up?” you replied, still catching your breath.

Unexpectedly, a smirk twisted your boyfriend’s mouth, and his hand trailed carefully down your thigh.

“There is, princess. Too bad it sounds like you can still string together a sentence,” he said, watching you intently.

You stared at him, wondering where he was going with this.

Until he moved, shifting backwards until his chin met your thigh, still watching you intently with those scarlet eyes.

“I can think of something that would fix both of those problems,” he said, his voice rough even as his hands came up to gently pry your thighs apart. “Now you have thirty seconds to call out of work tomorrow before I finish punishing you for that little show earlier.”

Your breath caught in your lungs again. You didn’t waste precious time defying him.

This time, you obeyed.

Deleted scene: What did Deku say to Bakugou that got him tackled over a buffet table at the Hero’s Gala?

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki #my hero academia #katsuki bakugou

[musings-n-memes]

Demondice: “Shut Up, Get Happy” (EP) Starters

[Content warning for mental illness and depression. Change pronouns as needed.]

wanting, getting, wanting

“What is a man to a king, and a king to a god?”

“What is a god to a devil putting up a facade?”

“I need an outlet now.”

“I gotta write this down.”

“It’s been a minute since we had a chat.”

“Success is a bitch.”

“Why complain that your luck ain’t the best, when you’re rich and you’re famous and fucking depressed?”

“Got a couple ins and outs, that don’t involve crashes.”

“Did you want fiction? Addiction? A public mental snapping?”

“You ready to rattle some bones?”

“To bad you ain’t a keeper.”

“Just pretend it’s nothing, an endless wanting, getting, wanting.”

“I’ll always be wanting, wanting more.”

“I’m still a fucking basket case.”

“I say I’ll keep on trucking, but the fact is cars don’t run in space.”

“I’m feeling angsty, and thankless, and like I fell from grace in zero gravity.”

“The crowd is waiting.”

“My internal rating is, well, kinda shady.”

“I paint a pretty little image, it looks great from a distance, blacking out the spell that gave this nobody an existence called ‘luck.’”

take the bait

“I don’t got the time, or the patience, or bank slips.”

“When you die though, it ain’t shit.”

“Would you like a crisis?”

“I am not your daughter, your wife, or your role model.”

“You ain’t my boss or my mom or my dad.”

“You gotta reassess if this shit makes you sad.”

“Why they gotta beat on us? Just ‘cause they be bored?”

“Wipe that Dorito dust off your keyboard.”

“Give it a thought or two.”

“I am as odd as you.”

“I can not deliver even half what they promise you.”

“No don’t get angry, listen that’s what they want.”

“Isn’t that how they hunt?”

“The chains of fame have my brain flying much higher than desired.”

“She’s gonna bitch and whine about being famous?”

“You do not get to turn around and deflect half where the blame is.”

“I tell myself that life is good.”

“Turn the noise down, drown it out.”

“Keep your voice down, never shout though.”

“Shut up and eat your food, girl.”

“I’m an android mumbling, got no swag.”

“Your obsession with professionalism is staggering.”

“What kind of lifestyle are you imagining?”

“What kind of stress do you think I’m managing?”

“We gotta shut the hell up, and not say a god damn word while the rest of the world gets to be heard.”

“Shit is absurd, I’m done.”

“Gotta have fun while shit’s burning.”

“Back in the day, I was like you.”

“That don’t take away a bitch’s right to complain, we straight?”

“I wanna get the fuck away now.”

“But I didn’t say that.”

“Nope, didn’t say that.”

“Tell you for the last time that I never fucking said that.”

“If this is the only time that I can snap back, Im’a cross the line.”

“Can I get an amen?”

dark hour

“I can’t relax at all these days. I haven’t for the longest time.”

“I’m paused, suspended like an apparition, without a moving on condition.”

“Don’t run away with me, I’m a lost cause.”

“Time has never really been on my side.”

“No heaven for the sins of my pride.”

“In just another moment, the dark hour beckons, and that’s just where I’ll hide.”

“Wanna be under wonder’s spell, lost in a diamond crusted realm inside of a jewelry box mind.”

“While looking straight into those eyes, can never really seem to read you.”

“I’d black out for a chance to breathe you.”

“Fame is a muzzle and I can not fight back.”

“Somehow the world is turning, the moon stays alight and the sun still burning.”

“My world’s the last thing on my mind.”

fake ass gold

“The horror stories come true, unless you got more than intent.”

“Your starting reps are poorly written.”

“The speed of the climb is keeping young minds hopeless.”

“The hard earned pennies and dimes, and nickels of ‘common sense,’ of youngin’s searching for more become a living expense.”

“The world’s a nasty place of happy faces painted on masks, and if you say it unironically, the internet laughs.”

“The straight and narrow isn’t fair though, got two lose-lose paths.”

“The method ain’t special, it’s math, you know?”

“You had your riches, then you kissed them goodbye for lies and pyrite skies.”

“Thrive, survive, you are alive.”

“Don’t let them tell you two and two makes five.”

“Why should it alarm you?”

“Suddenly karma hit me smack in the face.”

“Life never goes how you planned it.”

“I put my share of shame to rest, but I chose my own coffin.”

“I should’ve paid you what I owed you and said ‘thank you’ more often.”

“God forgive me if this shit outlives me, damn, it just might.”

“I refuse to lose my footing, we ain’t even at halftime.”

“There will be mistakes, and there will be days of sorrow.”

“There will be a tomorrow.”

“No road is loaded with silver and gold.”

“It’s just the treasure that you make for you.”

“You could fill yourself with hate or be real, be on your way.”

“Life’s tough, but love, when enough is enough, could be the treasure that you make for you.”

#starter meme #lyric starters #ask meme #rp meme #inbox meme #artist; demondice #album; shut up get happy

[write-nerdy-to-me]

Corporate meddling often destroys the end product. It happens to shows, movies, games (Final Fantasy 15 was supposed to be much darker, Deadpool writer quit after producers started to limit him, Community writer quitting cause they wanted the show to appeal to a broader audience). I still think Dabb wanted to please the Fangasms and Superwikis, or he wouldn't have each character hear they're loved but Cas. Why do you think he was forced to write Dean telling Sam it's only ever been about them?

alright, anon. you’re right that all these other characters heard that they’re loved but cas didn’t. you know what else happened? dean never got to speak. it’s interesting, right? that their stories are interlinked in such a way? it’s almost as though there was something supposed to happen between these two characters with an unfinished narrative, fucking wild. it’s almost as though this is what the story was building up to, but something stopped that from happening -- rhymes with “cuck.”

“why do you think he was forced to write dean telling sam it’s only ever been about them?” because the show started out as just two bros in a car. that’s the way Chuck the Network Insert recognized it, that’s “what worked.” for a network patting itself on the back for queer rep, they sure fucking suck at providing, because they actually don’t give a shit. they don’t care about their legacy shows, they just want your money.

s15 is a whole dear sister letter, laying out why things went awry: there was an omniscient force controlling the board. god, i mean, 15x05 is a perfect example of the whole “just two bros” toxic narrative Chuck the Network Insert wanted with the two codependent werewolf brothers. it showed how he doesn’t get that the boys are different now, that that’s not the story we were being told anymore. but he didn’t care what the boys wanted, he wanted his version.

LILITH: God. I was supposed to get rescued and in a moment of sweet relief seduce Dean, blah blah blah, obviously that’s not happening now, so – oh, well.

SAM: So, Chuck sent you to kill us?

LILITH: No. I wish. That’s not how this story goes.

DEAN: Story?

LILITH: Oh, come on. You know how he is. All this? Personally, I thought the whole thing was kinda… easy. Stupid. But I batted my eyes and put Dean to sleep. Made sure you guys saw those two mutts go all murder-suicide. So, yeah.

--

DEAN: I don’t get it. Why the games?

LILITH: What? You didn’t like the part when you bonded with the victim? [LILITH pretends to be ASHLEY.] Wouldn’t it be great if everything was just planned out for you? [She laughs.]

DEAN: Let me guess, one of Chuck’s lines?

LILITH: Word for word. God… he is not exactly Shakespeare. He’s more of a low-rent Dean Koontz. I had to listen to his whole, quote “writing philosophy”. And his very weird, very pervy obsession with you. Then it always ends the same. One brother killing the other. I mean, this world… he could’ve ended it in so many ways, and… he likes that one. You know, I guess that’s why you had to see the werewolf brothers die the way they did, ‘cause… foreshadowing.

--

BECKY: No. You can’t.

CHUCK: I did.

BECKY: Y… this is just an ending.

CHUCK: Yeah. I don’t know how I’m gonna get there, but I know where I’m goin’.

BECKY: B-But it’s so…dark.

CHUCK: But great, right? I can see it now… “Supernatural: The End”. And the cover is just a gravestone that says “Winchester”. The fans are gonna love it. Well?

BECKY: It’s awful! Horrible. It’s hopeless.

[...]

BECKY: Please… you can’t do this.

CHUCK: Oh, Becky. I can do anything.

--

CHUCK: What part of omniscient do you people not understand? So I can't read my "Death Book." So what? I control space and time. Just plant a few visions, goad Death a little... Mess with a few outcomes... And... bada-bing! I mean... [laughing] They think they can kill me?

--

CHUCK: We came to an understanding, so spare me your contempt, Castiel, the self-hating angel of Thursday. You know what every other version of you did after "gripping him tight and raising him from perdition?" They did what they were told. But not you. Not the "one off the line with a crack in his chassis." All of you. You know, I tried and I tried and I tried, but you're all just too stupid, too stubborn. Too broken. You know what? I'm over it. I'm over you.

SAM: Yeah? Good.

DEAN: Screw you, Chuck.

CHUCK: No, screw you. You know what you do with broken toys? You throw them out. So, kill each other, don't kill each other... I don't care.

CAS: What do you mean?

CHUCK: I mean... have fun watching him die.

#anonymous #i'm answering this even though i feel like it's bait #nerdy gets salty #s15 #15x04 #15x05 #15x17 #spn finale mess #network fuckery #chuck is the network #god was never on our side #corporate can choke on the dickbar :) #long post for ts #my meta #nerdy replies #spn

[milkacchan]

Request for anon: Hey! Can you please write about Aizawa having a favorite American exchange student? And if you’ve already written that can you link it?

• He see's that you're also really fucking tired

• and he loves it

• First things first one of his favorite things to do is watch your facial expressions when someone says some dumb shit bc its literally his internal dialog

• and he knows DAMN WELL you can control your expression

• you just don't care too

• an obvious difference in culture

• western culture tends to be a lot less strict and tense than eastern

• and he likes to see you act in it

• Bakugou says something dumb? The look of pure disgust on his face literally has him leaving the room in fits of laughter

• Denki answers in class? Something really really stupid? The little head drop to the desk has him giggling

• Midoriya goes on some pointless rant? The expression that follows isn't one he can quite describe but it has him REELING

• He loves it, two days in you already have a rep for 'acting like an American'

• because you really haven't completely settled into culture in Japan

• which he'll totally help you with

• Anyway you eat lunch in his class

• Bc like Mic, he's just one of those teachers that lonely kids gravitate to

• You sit quietly in the corner for a few days

• and everyday he asks how you're doing and adjusting

• There's a drastic difference in how you treat him and the students

• He gets a lot more respect, polite smiles and nods of the head

• "I'm doing well- I still haven't really settled in though," you laugh sheepishly. "Haven't really made friends yet."

"Oh you'll get there, I'm sure,"

"Hope so,"

• He'll definitely shit talk other students with you

• He might not give out their actual name, but you have enough common sense to know who its PROBABLY about

• Your native language is English.

• his native language is Japanese.

• This can be problematic

• Because you'll be sitting in class and he'll be going over something and you'll be like ????

• just completely lost

• sir??? Sir what the fuck are you saying???

• equivalent of 'aye partipradact?? Aye partipiridact skarvern.'

• Because even though you studied Japanese (you kinda had to) being thrust into the country, culture, and language was a lot different than learning it in a classroom.

• lowkey really stressful

• so on days like that, you'll avoid looking around like a lost puppy and just pretend you're taking notes

• he knows tho

• he always fuckin knows

• so tutoring is a big thing

• thats partially what draws y'all closer

• you're in there 3 out of 5 days of the week after school (during lunch too) getting help for what you don't understand

• He'll absolutely have you help grade tests though

• Its great, you know all their secrets

• Denki's a lot smarter than he makes himself out to be, even though he's not making hundreds on the tests, he does really well on the free response parts

• You can usually tell you studied and who didn't tho

• great ammo tho

• For roasts n shit

• "Watch were you look, grape boy, I'm in charge of your test grades."

"Ha! Got em."

"You too,"

• Hizashi takes care of the literature part of tutoring (he also speaks English, he can clarify in a way you understand) and Aizawa takes care of math and history

• He has learned that math is your least favorite and your brain kinda shuts down when math is shown

• You and History vibe though, you love learning about it, just the language barrier can make it confusing sometimes

• This definitely leads to a lot more opening up

• Because well fuck, you're alone in another country, and you're teacher is really the only thing giving you security.

• So he learns a lot about you and about your country

• He'll definitely try to learn a little more English to help you out when he can

• He speaks a little bit, like if he was stranded in America he knows enough to survive with a tiny bit of small talk

• And he can understand more than he can speak

• Thats partially due to his own endeavors but also, hanging around Mic (who speaks fluent english) gets to him too

• He likes hearing about America

• Will dead ads listen to you ramble for as long as you want about it

• he likes the light in your eyes when you tell him about places you'd hang out at or your friends or secret spots

• knowing Aizawa means you know Shinsou

• extra training w them???

• yes.

• Shinsou becoming basically a brother??

• Yes

• Also becoming very close with Hizashi???

• lmao fuck ya

• #deadass family time

• Yall will literally go to lunch like its no big deal

• You and Shinsou falling asleep on each other's shoulder during movie day

• You're still gonna get heavy workload and strict parameters

• bc he wants you to succeed

• though if you need a mental day or it needs to be a little slower bc you're having trouble grasping the concept he's got you covered

• Ngl he gets pretty bummed out when you have to go back

• He's not gonna tell you that straight up tho

• Tho you have his number and he sends you off with a fuckin care package

• and he thinks that the last time he's gonna see you

• ever

• :(

• BUT SIKE

• YOU GET REAPPROVED TO GO BACK

• so you're only gone for like 2 months before you're back

• BUT HE DOESN'T KNOW THIS

• So there he is

• Sitting in his classroom earlier than usual

• Just making sure everything is set up right

• And you open the door quietly with a grin

"Hey old man,"

His eyes widened for a split second before he scowls, one with not true malice behind it, "I just can't get rid of you, can I?"

"Nope." Your grin widens. "You missed me though, don't lie."

"Hold on, why are you here?"

"I got reapproved to spend my second year here."

"And you didn't tell me?"

"Nope, it was a surprise. Wasn't hard to do though "

"I gave you that care package for nothing."

"No, I definitely ate all the food on it while I was on the plane."

"Whatever," he shook his head with a small smile. "Help me set up."

"Sir yes sir."

• and so he can survive another year because you're there to keep him sane

#aizawa x child reader #aizawa x daughter reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #aizawa sensei #my hero academia aizawa #aizawa headcanons #shouta aizawa #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia

[stomp-that-ho-regard]

mircallablue asked:

Hey, if its cool with you I want to respond to your last anon, because they said some things I kind of disagree with (or at least they said some things I think it's important to phrase more clearly). Gonna risk doing it off anon because I'm a masochist I guess.

Firstly, Imodna really isn't a b/j apology ship, and I'll explain why. CR doesn't give a fuck about what its fans think, and doesn't make decisions to keep them happy. At least, not in *that* sense. If they cared about b/j or b/j fans, they simply wouldn't have done those characters dirty in the first place. What CR *does* care about is keeping its toxic fans on board, while also making money and building "the brand". And they want "the brand" to be as market friendly and un-offensive as possible. That's why they got rid of Brian. That's why their queer rep is either subtext and tragedy (for mlm) or hypersexual and tragedy (for wlw). That's why the anti-imperialist theme got dropped in campaign 2. That's why they never address the white-washed art. CR is 100% aware of the discourse surrounding the b/j retcon - how could they not be? They're aware of the god damned Imogen glasses discourse ffs.

For this reason, I honestly believe that imodna is at least partially intended to just be shipping bait. But not for b/j shippers - it's for b/y shippers. CR knows it needs to have *something* queer, because it's a supposedly left-wing company, and fortunately, b/y shippers have more than proven that they will go feral over crumbs. So - Introduce two women, have them hold hands, have them share a bed, but avoid defining the relationship for as long as possible, and occasionally no-homo or gal-pal them if they start to get to close to each other. And don't mention *anything* mlm unless it's dead in a backstory or it's so vague it has to be clarified on twitter after the fact JKR style. This is why Marisha interrupted Robbie so bizarrely on the new talk show - he was about to mention Dorians crush on Orym - so Marisha had to leap in and make it hetero as abruptly as possible, so much so that even Robbie and Matt were stunned. CR just wants to keep pathetic b/y shippers "manifesting" every week like they were at the end of campaign 2.

And anyone who thinks CR doesn't make decisions like this is honestly so naïve as to be pitiful.

Secondly, the problem with b/y isn't that it's sexual, there's nothing wrong with that - the problem is that it's ONLY sexual, despite trying to convince us that it's true love. I bet if you were to count, B/Y honestly probably said less than 500 words to each other 1-on-1 before saying "I love you", and I think that's probably being generous. This, as I've mentioned many times before, is a very common trope that straight people fall into when they try to write/portray wlw.

BY shippers will misrepresent this criticism of BY by saying that "b/j shippers think BY is a lesbian ship for straight people", and that's a strawman at best (or sometimes, as the anon pointed out, they'll just throw wild accusations at the wall to see what sticks). You *could* say that BY is a lesbian ship *by* straight people, which is factually correct, and this trope is why we say that. That's why Marisha said, VERBATIM "my feelings just kind of transferred". Because to her, the fact that it was wlw was all that mattered by that point. The specific women in the relationship had become irrelevant. b/j is what happened naturally, and b/y is what *had* to happen for corporate reasons. I notice that b/y shippers never talk about or acknowledge that line... I wonder why...

Thirdly, yes, it is completely pathetic that some b/j shippers would get sucked in by CR again, but honestly, it's shocking to me that anyone would. Because, it is genuinely 100% in-character for c/ritical role to just start pretending, at any moment, that Imogen and Laudna have never been room mates. They've literally done exactly that before. Imogen and Laudna might go the next 41 episodes without having a single 1-on-1 conversation, and CR fans who ship, say, imogen and dorian, will call you delusional if you try to point out how weird it is. That's exactly what they did to b/j, and that was after *99* episodes, not a measly 20 something.

I bring this up because I feel like a lot of people still don't get that THAT'S why b/j shippers reacted the way they did. It has nothing to do with the ship not becoming canon, most of us never thought that would happen anyway. We just noticed that it was a literal retcon, which has continued to this day (the Kamordah M9 animated recap, for example). We made such a fuss about it at the time, mainly to get the reassurance from others that we weren't *losing our fucking minds*, and of course, very many b/y shippers were (and are) happy to leap in and tell that we're mentally ill. Or call us lesbophobes. Or anti-sex. Or infantilising. Or predatory. Or TERFs. Or saying we hate Laura. Or saying we worship Laura. Or accuse us of sending death threats. Or literally just pick a bad thing out of a hat, honestly. Anything to make it so that CR hasn't done anything wrong.

Well, everything you’ve said here is spot on, as usual. And hey, just for the record, feel free to come off anon more, if you want to. No one’s gonna be chewing anybody out on here lol We’re all in the same boat.

I do have some things to add...

“For this reason, I honestly believe that imodna is at least partially intended to just be shipping bait. But not for b/j shippers - it's for b/y shippers. CR knows it needs to have *something* queer, because it's a supposedly left-wing company, and fortunately, b/y shippers have more than proven that they will go feral over crumbs.” Yeah, that could be what’s happening. I think CR mistakenly believes that the BY shipping fandom is comprised of most, if not all, of the queer women in their fandom. So yes, they could believe they are playing to a perceived majority; to keep them watching, and buying merch, and to get free promo out of them. The problem with that though is that, right now, as I’ve pointed out before, there are a LOT of BY’s who want nothing to do with Im/odna. Mainly because they know how many BJ’s ship it. They might find the dynamic cute, but refuse to actively ship it because they despise the idea of BJ’s ever possibly being ‘rewarded’. So, I don’t know how well that plan is working or will work out for CR. Even still, I do recognize that CR has become more PR-conscious as of late, so this could very well be just that; a PR move (naively aimed towards BY’s).

“You *could* say that BY is a lesbian ship *by* straight people, which is factually correct” This is really something they don’t want to accept. That these are straight women attempting to play out a lesbian romance. The amount of outrage you’d get from stating this directly to them is astonishing. They are so convinced Marisha is bi and they will live and die by this so-called ‘fact’ even though she never actually said it anywhere or even implied it. I think the one thing that they keep basing this on was something from the Q&A panel the cast did just before the live show in Chicago (Feb ‘20). No one had any audio or video of this, so no hard receipts. I think someone complimented her on the way she was playing Beau and wondered how she got it so right or something. And she said one sentence, no elaboration, “Yeah, you know, I went to college.” I remember that bit because people kept repeating it over and over as if it meant something. She never went into detail. Never said/implied she had crushes on her friends, or ever had flings or actual relationships with women. It was just “I went to college.” (To me, it didn’t confirm that Marisha is bi, it confirmed that she’s a tone deaf straight woman who experimented once in college and now believes that she totally understands what it’s like to be a lesbian.) But of course, the fandom took it differently, and it’s the only thing they have so they’ve held onto it with a vice grip ever since. With Ashley, I’m not really sure why they think she’s bi. She’s never said/implied it. It seems like her voicing Ellie in T/LOU and being moved by the love story bringing comfort to people means she can’t possibly be straight. Apparently to them, actresses can’t just be good at their jobs, something more has to be going on there. And that’s why the second you mention them being straight, especially Marisha, they lose their fucking minds. They’ll insist that it’s OBVIOUS that she’s bi, and somehow make you feel stupid for not believing that she is.

These were tags in the notes of a post calling out the people who were calling out Marisha after she bragged about ‘accidentally’ showing an IT guy her NSFW BY lockscreen. From user c/upcakesandhags...

From user s/hmendrickthemagician...

Here’s just a taste of how deep into this some people are...

Good god. That one tweet saying the whole cast is some form of queer, except Travis lol

Please tell me when and how the fandom collectively decided that the cast is now filled to the brim with marginalized people? Could this possibly be yet another way for them to try to shield CR from criticism? Like, if they insist hard enough that the majority of this cast isn't straight, maybe people will stop saying mean things about them? Even if they aren’t majority straight (which I highly doubt based on all of the constant missteps), that wouldn’t change anything. Someone’s sexual orientation or gender identity doesn’t exclude them from being shitty or from making extremely shitty storytelling decisions.

“Marisha said, VERBATIM "my feelings just kind of transferred". [...] I notice that b/y shippers never talk about or acknowledge that line” Oh, some of them did at the time. But they dismissed it, like they did everything else she said. Claimed they didn’t understand what the problem was and that this kind of thing ‘happens in real-life all the time’. I’d really like to know what alternate universe they’re living in.

“b/j is what happened naturally, and b/y is what *had* to happen for corporate reasons.” And I think one of those corporate reasons was FJ. BJ happening would throw a wrench into CR’s main m/f ship, and that would be blasphemous. They couldn’t allow that. As we all know, any show’s most popular m/f pairing needs to be protected at all costs, like it’s some kind of priceless treasure. (This is why I keep comparing CR’s storytelling tactics to scripted TV. The patterns are the same.)

“many b/y shippers were (and are) happy to leap in and tell that we're mentally ill. Or call us lesbophobes. Or anti-sex. Or infantilising. Or predatory. Or TERFs. Or saying we hate Laura. Or saying we worship Laura. Or accuse us of sending death threats. Or literally just pick a bad thing out of a hat, honestly. Anything to make it so that CR hasn't done anything wrong.” This is what it’s like to become the fandom’s punching bag. But I don’t think BY’s are just doing it to protect CR, it’s also simply because we don’t agree with them. This is their retaliation for us not worshipping BY.

Here’s an old post from l/uck...

She was talking about us. Maybe her and her BY cronies should ALSO stop pretending that all queer women share a hive mind. And accept that not all queer women feel the same way about every f/f ship. Accept that not all queer women believe BY is the ROMANCE TO END ALL ROMANCES and THE BEST REP WE’VE EVER SEEN and that they shouldn’t be required to believe that in order to avoid harassment. But the BY’s don’t have enough self-awareness for that. Again, ‘rules for thee, but not for me.’

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[mgg-theprettiestboy]

OHHHH ANGSTY BLURB ABOUT YOUR FIRST ARGUMENT WITH MATTHEW 🥺🥺🥺

FUCK YES MAMA LOVES THE ANGST

I literally love angst so much it’s shameful

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matthew’s work schedule was important, you knew this, but after telling you the only day he could make dinner was Friday, and making a huge deal out of it, and then BAILING.... you were pissed.

you had gone out of your way to make yourself look cute, and make dinner, and even put on music you knew he would like, and did he even both to show up? you were not happy. especially when you heard the door open at 11pm. you were going to explode if you got the chance.

“are you fucking kidding me?” you spoke out as you walked out of your kitchen to see matthew taking off his coat and hanging it up. he groaned, “y/n i’m so not in the mood right now.”

“well, get in the mood, bitch. cause i got a bone to pick. we haven’t spent quality time together in three weeks, and then i go all out on a dinner you don’t even bother to show up for? are you shitting me right now?!” you yelled. he didn’t even bother looking at you as he walked into the kitchen. so he wa clearly unbothered about missing the dinner. you watched him go to the sink, you yelled, “you couldn’t even have texted?” and he finally looked at you. glared, would be the more accurate description. shit. this was the first time you two really got into it. i mean, you bickered, yeah. but this was real.

he poured himself a glass of water, “i was busy. what do you want me to say?”

“you know what, fuck this, and fuck you,” you rolled your eyes as you turned to go to the bed room. you heard matthew speak, “we wouldn’t even be having this fight if you weren’t so goddamn needy all the time!”

“excuse me?” was all you could say as you turned to face him. now that one hurt. he continued to glare at you, setting his glass of water down, “you heard me. just cause you don’t get enough attention doesn’t give you a reason to pick a fight. get over yourself.”

“you–you think that’s what this is about? that i’m just needy?” you scoffed, and he rolled his eyes, “you are just needy. you don’t see me whining about not seeing you. maybe cause it’s a relief for me to get out of this apartment. maybe i’m always working cause i don’t want to come back here. where i know you’ll be.”

your anger turned to a million different emotions, and one of them was heartbreak. he didn’t want to be around you. he was sick you of. you were too needy. you couldn’t stop the tears springing in your eyes, but you held onto whatever anger you had left, rolling your eyes at him, “i’m sorry i’m such an inconvenience for you.”

you felt like curling up in a ball and crying until you disappeared. you moved away from the kitchen, away from him as quickly as you could. you hardly felt in control of your own movements. you stuffed clothes into a bag, and grabbed your phone and wallet and put on shoes and a jacket over your pyjamas. you knew you could show up at your sisters without an explaination, and she’d let you in.

you knew your car keys were beside the door, so that’s where you went. you ignored the one stupid tear that rolled down your cheek.

“what are you doing? why are you leaving?” you heard his voice come from the kitchen. you scoffed, “is that seriously your question? why the hell would i ever stay?”

you didn’t even look at him as you grabbed your keys, but you had to whenever he grabbed your arm and spun you around. you pulled your arm out of his grip immediately, skin crawling at his touch. his face was lined with concern, and yours was covered in tears.

“i’m sorry,” was all he managed to choke out, and you could’ve laughed. but all you managed was, “get fucked.”

he had to stop you from leaving again, this time by stepping in front of the door. you glared at him, “get out of my way or i’ll shank you with my car keys.”

“i didn’t mean a word i said. you’re not needy, christ, you’re perfect. i’m a dick. i force myself to pretend like i don’t miss you, whenever you’re always on my mind. whether i’m on set or shooting or not, all i can think about is you,” he took a step towards you, gently taking the car keys from your hand and sitting them on the table. your tears were spilling freely now, “you’re such an asshole.”

“i know. baby i’m so sorry,” he said softly, wrapping his arms around you when you dropped your bag, “i’m sorry. i’m going to quit the job.”

“what?!” you pulled back from the hug to look up at him, “you can’t just–“

“i can. and i will. i miss you too much. it’s too time consuming, and... well, i just miss you,” he shrugged, unzipping the coat you had on and tossing it aside. you rolled your eyes, “don’t be so stupid. you can’t just quit the job. you’ve come this far, and besides, walking out mid-production would give you such a bad rep.”

“we just had a mega-fight and you’re worried about my reputation?” he chuckled, lifting you up into his arms and carrying you to your bed. you rested your head on his shoulder, “yep. you don’t deserve it, though. dick.”

he sighed, frowning as he kissed your head, “i’m gonna regret what i said for the rest of my life.”

“don’t be so dramatic. maybe i am a little needy,” you shrugged as he laid you both down on the bed, before eagerly cuddling into your side, “but you are too.”

“oh yeah. i’m a simp.”

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when you love someone [leah rilke]

leah rilke x fem reader

request #1: Ahhhhh I love your Leah x reader series!!! It’s so good :) I know you have a bunch of requests but would you consider doing a part four where Leah and her are sitting up one night and the reader confesses shares more about her past, maybe something darker (like knowing the reason that Becca died, but she doesn’t blame Shelby) and that she never wants to leave Leah once they get home and they fantasize their future together. The other girls overhear and also share what they want to do when they get home. Lots of fluff because the girls deserve it, lol

hi guys! i love this series so much, honestly it’s one of my favorite ones to write! so as long as you guys keep requesting for this series to keep going and ideas for it, it’ll keep going! so if you love this series as much as i do keep requesting for it! also i have a lot of imagines queued up so stay tune!

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You were sat in between Leah’s legs, her arms wrapped around you. Her front pressed against your back as her head hooked onto your shoulder. You relax into her touch, pressing a kiss to her temple. 

“What was life like back home?” she asks you, breaking the comfortable silence.

You shrug, staring back out at the ocean, “Um not the greatest. It was really me and Shelby against the world.” 

“What about that Becca girl you and Shelby always mention? Weren’t you like the three musketeers?” Leah asks jokingly, but your whole mood seems to change, “I’m sorry. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” 

“No it’s okay, really. I trust you enough to tell you.” you say and she tightens her arms around you, giving you a soft squeeze.

Before you go on with your story, you kiss her softly. And a small smile appears on her face as the two of you pull away.

You let out a sigh, “You were right it was always me, Shelby, and Becca against the world. The three musketeers. But anyone with eyes can tell that me and Shelby were closer.”

“This is terrible!” you exclaim, your face contorting into disgust as you pushed the 7/11 hot dog away from you. 

“I can’t believe you ate that!” Shelby adds on, pretending to gag.

Becca picks up the hot dog from the hood of your car, casually taking a bite, “It’s not that bad!” she says with a mouthful of gas station hot dog.

“Eww Becs!” you and Shelby say in unison, before laughing at how the two of you were in sync. 

“Reputation was big at our school. If you didn’t have a good reputation, you might as well fall off the edge of the Earth. If you couldn’t tell, Shelby and I were the top of the social food chain. Popular, pretty, everything all the girls wanted to be.” you say.

“Ah, you had the classic typical movie high school.” Leah says, trying to get a better grasp on the story, “I’m assuming Becca didn’t have the best rep.” 

You nod, still staring out at the big blue, “You assume correctly. She had a few mental health problems. Her parents sent her away for a little bit and it was this big uproar at the school. When she came back me and Shelby never loved her less. At the time though, I didn’t quite know the extent of how much Shelby actually loved her.” 

“Wait so Shelby had feelings for Becca?” she asks.

“Mhm, that’s what caused the downfall.” 

“Hey Shelb? Are you okay?” you ask her softly, you were driving her home after bowling with your two best friends.

She just looks at you with a tight-lipped smile, “Yeah...I’m okay.” 

You give her a look and raise your eyebrows, “Why do I not believe you?” 

“Because you worry about me too much.” she says, mocking the look you were giving her.

“I only worry when I have a reason. You’ve been quiet since we trashed the car. You didn’t even sing ‘The Climb’ with me.” you shoot back, staring at her seriously.

“I’m okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Shelby says, giving you a hug before heading inside.

“I didn’t find out about their kiss until later. When Shelby came to me crying, the last time the two ever spoke.” you continue onto through your sob story. 

There was a frantic knock on your front door. You were home alone watching Criminal Minds, so you were a little taken a back at the pounding at your door. You open the door just a tiny bit, peeking through the little hole you created.

Shelby was standing on your porch, pacing back and forth. Tears streaming down her face. You immediately open the door wider and she crashes into your arms. 

“I’m ruined, everything is ruined.” she whispers softly.

You run your fingers through her hair, “Shh...it’s gonna be okay. Whatever it is we’re gonna be okay. I promise.” 

“That night she told me everything. She didn’t want to admit to herself or anyone else, but with me it was like a truth serum. All of it just spilt out, her feelings for Becca. Her feelings for girls in general.” you let out another sigh.

“Why was it a big deal?” Leah asks, hesitantly, knowing it’s a bad topic. 

You let out an empty laugh, “If you met our parents you would know why.” 

“Y/N come down here!” your parents yell from downstairs.

You skip your way down the stairs and into the kitchen, “Yes?” 

“Mr. Goodkind told us about Shelby and Becca.” they begin and you swallow tightly, “We wanted to make sure Shelby didn’t do anything like that to you. Or make sure you didn’t do anything to her.” 

“No I haven’t and why would it matter if I did or if she did?” you retort and your parents look a little taken aback by that comment.

“You know why, the Bible says-” your parents say, giving you a look.

Internally you roll your eyes, “People deserve to love who they want without being judged. God loves everyone, no matter what they do. That’s what you always taught me right? Not to carry hate in your heart?” you say and your father opens his mouth, but you keep going, “But you're gonna stand her and carry hate in your heart for Shelby when you don’t even know what happened.” 

“Y/N...is there something you’d like to tell us?” your mother asks. 

You wanted to tell them. Just blurt it out. Maybe you and Shelby could be burnt at the stake together, but you just gave a tight-lipped smile.

“No.”

“So I’m not gonna win daughter in-law of the year.” Leah says jokingly and you laugh, thankful for the laugh in a serious conversation.

“Definitely not.” you respond, still chuckling to yourself.

“Damn...but proceed onto the story.” she says, gesturing for you to continue.

“That day, the day that Becca died I was at Shelby’s pageant. I sat with her awful parents. Who were finally okay with me being there, after a long conversation between them and my parents.” you say rolling your eyes.

Leah tightened her arms around you, probably sensing that this would take a turn. She hooked her head back on your shoulder, kissing your cheek softly. You smile softly at her sweet antics.  

“Mrs. Gilroy?” you ask, stepping out of the little theater.

You could hear little sniffles on the other end of line, “Oh Y/N. Becca...she’s dead. I found her in her car, she purposefully crashed it into a street light. We called 911 and rushed her to the hospital, but she uh she didn’t make it.”

And you just dropped your phone onto the floor. Before falling softly to your knees. Frantically, picking up the phone. Tears streaming down your face at the news.

“Do you need anything Mrs. Gilroy? I’m sorry-I’m sorry you have to go through this.” you ask, trying your best to stay strong.

“We’re okay for now honey, thank you. But she left you and Shelby notes. You can swing by and grab them.” she suggests and you knew she wanted you to have them. 

“Okay. I’ll be over later tonight.” 

You rushed your way into the contestant’s dressing room. Desperate to find Shelby to let her know the news. When you found her, she was staring blankly at herself at the mirror. Someone already told her.

“Shelby?” you say, you voice barely above a whisper. 

Her head immediately turns to you and she gets up from her seat, rushing towards you. Flinging herself into your arms, she buried her face into the crook of your neck. You could feel the tears fall upon your neck as your cheeks were stained with your own. 

“She can’t be gone.” Shelby sobbed out and you shut your eyes tight, shaking your head softly.

“But she is love...she’s gone.” 

“I got 31 calls from Becca that night. If I just-if I just answered one phone call. She could still be here right now. She’d be at home, practicing her bowling so she could kick me and Shelby’s ass when we got home.” you say, a small tear slipping down your cheeks.

“You can’t blame yourself. It’s not your fault.” Leah reassures you and you nod, swallowing to choke back the tears.

You take your hand and wipe off the tears that were falling, “I know. But I don’t blame Shelby either. I couldn’t, maybe this new me would, but the old me couldn’t. Her parents would have done anything to stop her from feeling that way. Her reputation would be shot. And in a small town like ours, that’s a death sentence.” 

“Is that why you want to save everyone?” she asks, finally understanding everything, “Because you couldn’t save Becca?”

You nod, “I can’t lose anyone else. Especially Shelby and you.” 

“What’s gonna happen when we get back to the real world? With us?” she asks you.

“I’m not the girl I was before I came here. I’ve learned that reputation and what other people of you doesn’t matter anymore. It’s not gonna matter in the long run. So I don’t want to leave your side.” you tell her, turning around to be face to face with her.

She cups your cheeks softly, “Baby, we live miles and miles away from each other.” 

“I don’t care. I don’t want to be apart from you. We could have our own little apartment with Shelby and Toni and probably Martha.” you suggest to her and she smiles widely, “Breakfasts every morning, but don’t ask Shelby to cook she’s shit at it.”

Leah laughs softly, “It’s okay I can cook. Double dates all the time, playing UNO with Martha. Lazy mornings, twisted in bedsheets.”

“Reading together in bed quietly before bed.” you add on and she smiles and nods.

“Our perfect life.” 

“Fuck you Y/N, you suck at cooking more than I do.” Shelby’s voice cuts in from her spot next to me. 

You and Leah both jump at her voice. Thinking that you two were the only ones awake. 

“Would we really all live with each other?” Toni asks, “I don’t want to hear Y/N and Leah go at it.” 

“Us? You two literally did it under a lychee tree not too far from here.” you say firing back at Toni’s snarky remark.

“You told her about that?” Toni asks, looking at her girlfriend incredulously.

Shelby looks down at her hands, smiling coyly, “Maybe.” she says drawing out the ‘e’. 

“I guess if Leah’s cooking, I’ll be fine.” Toni replies with a shrug.

“I’d love to move in with you guys too!” Martha says, “But only if Marcus could come. And we play UNO at least twice a week.” 

“Is everyone awake?” Leah asks, staring at all the girl.

A murmur of yes’s fill the previous silence. 

“I want to get out of my house, you know? My parents aren’t the greatest either. Maybe we could be next door neighbors!” Fatin suggests, “If any of the couples need privacy, you ladies could hop over next door.”

“I don’t think it’ll be much better with all the guys you’ll bring home.” you joke and Faitn flips you off with a smile on her face.

Dot nods in agreement, “That would be so fun! Pizza nights and watching trashy reality TV every night.” 

“Roomates?” Fatin asks, extending her hand out to Dot.

“Roomates.” 

“Do you guys mind adding two more roommates?” Rachel asks and Nora nods smiling.

“Of course.” Dot says with a smile.

“Yay neighbors!!” Shelby yells and all of us laugh softly.

Toni playfully rolls her eyes, “I’m not escaping any of you ever, huh?” 

“Nope!” the rest of you girls say in somewhat unison, laughing together.

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[blouisparadise]

Upon request, here is a rec list of bottom Louis fics with everyone’s favorite trope - sharing a bed! We hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) Just Like Live Wires | Explicit | 5427 words

Harry climbs into Louis' bed when he's cold. Louis pines.

2) Been Gone Way Too Long | Explicit | 8836 words

“This can’t be happening,” Louis says, banging his hand against the window. “This seriously can’t be happening right now.”

Things like this only happen in the movies. Things like this don’t happen in real life. There’s no way that he’s seriously been snowed in. There’s no way that the heating is broken. There’s no way that it’s going to take upwards of twenty-four hours and probably a lot longer for the storm to break and someone to come and rescue them.

“Just sit down, Louis,” Harry sighs from somewhere behind him. He sounds miserable, like he’s already feeling the cold.

Louis whirls around and points a finger at him. “Did you plan this?” he demands a little hysterically. He regrets the question as soon as it’s out of his mouth, but he thinks he’s got a valid point. It’s not like this storm just came out of nowhere - it has to have been on the news for a couple of days, at least. Plenty of time for Harry to have canceled this excursion.

3) I'm Trying Not To Make A Sound | Explicit | 10452 words

Louis thinks he could die right there. He can’t feel anything but the tingling sensation all over his skin. He’s throwing away all his past thoughts on trying to be straight and denying his reactions towards other men, he just wants more of this numbing feeling. Everything else is a long lost memory, can’t think of anything else besides, wow, this feels incredible.

4) Enjoy The Ride | Not Rated | 11103 words

The one where Louis, an omega more than tired of being treated as lesser than alphas, is forced on a road trip by his beta besties only to meet Harry who might just be the alpha he never knew he wanted.

5) Cuffed | Not Rated | 15254 words

What would you do if you were handcuffed to your enemy for 48 hours?

6) Up For It | Explicit | 18223 words

The one where Liam is Mr Organised, Zayn is too perceptive for his own good, Niall is a compulsive matchmaker, and Harry and Louis might just have the surprise to shock them all.

7) Holiday Greetings (And Gay Happy Meetings) | Not Rated | 18417 words | Sequel

Note: This fic has no smut, but it has omega Louis. The sequel has smut.

The one where Niall's dead car and and a foot of snow conspire to force Louis into spending time with an alpha he hates.... or does he?

8) The Aurora Zone | Explicit | 19633 words

The one where Harry is busy crossing off his bucket list while Louis is busy falling for the guy he's supposed to hate.

9) I Wanna Be More Than Friends | Not Rated | 20721 words

The one where Harry’s an alpha with no sense of smell, Louis’ an omega who isn’t allowed to scent his best friend, and that’s all they’ll ever be. Obviously.

10) Etched In Salt (Is A Cathedral Of The World) | Explicit | 24417 words

Note: This fic has BH mentions. It is also locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Louis asks for very few things in life, and they are: to solve cases, to keep bad people from doing their bad things, to get good coffee, to go home to a spacious apartment with nobody else in it, and to manage his stupid telempathy powers with minimal interference. And now he's stuck in a tiny cabin in a snowstorm in the middle of god-awful-nowhere with Harry Styles. Because of course he is.

11) Like A Siren In The Night | Explicit | 25868 words

“There is an infestation in my home,” Louis hisses, righting himself quickly and pushing his way past Harry, heading directly for the kitchen. He’s rather haphazardly dressed himself, a coat thrown on over a loose flannel shirt and black pants, slippers on his feet.

Harry resists the urge to sigh, closing the door and trailing behind him slowly. “What kind of infestation?”

For all he knows, Louis is going to claim that there’s a ghost infestation. Harry has no idea what the end game is here – all he knows is that Louis has found at least three complaints a week to bring up since he’s been living on Harry’s property, and he’s been living here for six months.

It’s way too many fucking complaints, is what Harry is saying. Especially when most of them are ridiculous to start with.

12) Always Come Back To You | Explicit | 28682 words

“I’ll do it,” Harry offers brightly. No one even blinks. “I’ll do it?”

Louis sighs irritably. “Shut up,” he orders, tossing a pillow in the general direction of Harry’s face. This is a terrible time for jokes, especially Harry’s lame, old people ones.

Not that it was an old people joke. Just that most of the time Harry’s jokes consist of knock-knocks or terrible puns. The type of jokes old people like, Louis’ pretty sure. His nan always finds them hilarious when Harry tells her one.

Harry bats the pillow out of the air without even blinking. “Be reasonable, Lou,” he says in his most reasonable voice.

Louis is perfectly reasonable, thank you very much, and he’s also frustrated and upset and tired and he really wants to punch something. Maybe he should have held on to that pillow a little longer.

“You’re not gonna fucking do it,” he snaps. “That’s the last thing I need.”

13) We’re Not Who We Used To Be | Explicit | 30611 words

“Harry…” Louis’ voice catches in his throat, thick with tears threatening to fall out, so he coughs to clear it before trying again. “Harry is Liam’s best man?” “You didn’t know?” Harry is standing at the entrance of the garage, mouth slightly open and face pulled together. He sets his bag on the ground and puts his hands on his hips. When he does that, he looks just like the Harry that Louis remembers (and loves, he thinks with an aching heart). “I’m sure I mentioned it,” Liam says, but Louis can tell he’s lying by the way he chews on his lower lip and twists his fingers together. “You’re all a bunch of dick heads, I’m getting in the car.” Louis isn’t sure if he’s being unreasonable. He has no idea what the protocol is when your ex-boyfriend shows up after three years and nobody bothered to give you a heads up. He’s pretty sure he’s allowed to be upset about it, even if it’s only for a bit.

14) Blind From This Sweet, Sweet Craving | Explicit | 31170 words

"So, I guess we'll go?" Louis asks later, when Harry has calmed down and eaten his weight in Chinese food. He plays with this chopsticks, spearing another piece of chicken and pops it in his mouth. "I mean, I wouldn't mind. We could make it an adventure."

Harry observes him, watches him seated across from him on their old living room carpet, with a container of food on his lap. He's fidgeting, avoiding meeting Harry's gaze–he probably knows that Harry's mad at him for ruining the one chance they had to get out of this situation. And he's not wrong, Harry is definitely very mad. Harry wants to strangle him and castrate him and smack him upside the head.

But he's also Harry's best friend, and despite everything, despite all the fuck-ups and the plot twists and everything just not playing out the way it should, he'd still rather be stuck in this situation with Louis than any of the other boys. He's got Harry's back, and in a weird, abstract way, he knows they'll be able to get out of this situation, together.

Harry sighs. "We're going," he says resignedly, his shoulders slumping.

Oh well. There are definitely worse ways to spend the weekend than pretending to be engaged to his best friend.

15) Welcome Back From The Friend Zone | Mature | 32584 words

The one where an idea to create a fake wedding with the sole intent to receive gifts from billionaires took a turn no one, but also everyone, saw coming.

16) Let Me Feel Your Heartbeat | Explicit | 34572 words

Harry is 98% sure Louis hates him. So he feels like his bewilderment is justified when the omega offers to help him through his rut.

17) Close To Nowhere | Explicit | 34589 words

Louis and Harry are psychics who kind of hate each other. They go to Tennessee to investigate a haunting.

18) Playing To Win | Explicit | 36732 words

Big Brother UK alumni Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles are selected for the UK vs Australia All Stars series with a massive one million dollar prize in the offing. They’re both fit and smart and would make a great alliance... if only they can stop their feelings from getting in the way.

19) If I Stay | Mature | 37226 words

Harry and Louis agree to a temporary arrangement that Harry can't seem to walk away from no matter how many times he tries.

20) The Space Between | Explicit | 39917 words

Harry Styles is the alpha rockstar who can’t sleep and doesn’t know why.

Louis Tomlinson is the omega PhD student who helps him figure it out.

21) Strangers In Love | Explicit | 42207 words

Louis wakes up to find himself in a marriage with the last man he thought he'd ever end up with.

22) Tangled Up In You | Explicit | 45152 words

Harry blinks once. And blinks again. And says, his voice dangerous: “Niall, did you get me a mail-order bride?”

Because what the actual fuck. It kind of looks like Niall’s just purchased a person. For Harry.

Niall blinks back at him for a few moments, before throwing his head back and howling with laughter. Harry throws a pillow at him. Hard. “No, what the fuck, Harry.”

“A prostitute then?” Harry also doesn't want a prostitute.

“Of course not!”

“A stripper?”

“No!”

Damn, he’s running out of ideas. He settles for launching another pillow at Niall’s head. Niall bats it away easily, still laughing. “Stop!”

“What did you get me, then?!” Niall must hear the tinge of hysteria in his voice, because he’s pulling himself together, trying to stop himself from laughing.

There’s still a big grin on his face, though, when he says, “I got you a professional cuddler.”

A professional…what. “What?”

23) No Going Back | Explicit | 56102 words

Sales reps Harry and Louis are bored with their jobs and their lives. After meeting at a conference in Cardiff they hook up, have a few too many drinks, and jokingly apply to become remote lighthouse keepers. Six months, just the two of them, looking after the southernmost lighthouse off the bottom of Australia. It’s not like their applications will be accepted. Right?

This is the story of how one choice - a left instead of a right, a go instead of a stop, a yes instead of a no - can change the future forever and that sometimes, taking that leap of faith, is worth the risk.

24) Waiting For The Tides To Meet | Explicit | 59873 words

Soulmate AU. Everyone is born with heterochromia — one eye is their own eye colour, while the other is the colour of their soulmate's. It's only when they meet their soulmate for the first time that their own eyes match properly. After a hazy night at a frat party, Louis wakes up to blue eyes and the shocking realization that he had met his soulmate, without any sober recollection. Seven years pass where Louis comes to terms with the fact that he'll never know who his soulmate is. Then one fated summer, a beautiful green-eyed photographer arrives at Louis' workplace, with promises of endless laughter and a familiar feeling in Louis' heart.

25) Swallow The Knife | Explicit | 76158 words

“You came,” Louis says, still breathless, clinging to Harry, uncaring that his sweat is getting all over Harry’s presumably clean dad shirt, or that he’s making Harry hold up all of his weight.

“Of course I came,” Harry says. He shifts, one arm curled underneath Louis’ arse, the other spreading wide in the middle of Louis’ back. “If I ignored you every time you pissed me off we would have stopped being friends a long time ago.”

Louis already knows that, of course. It doesn’t do anything to stop the pleased squirm in his belly every time Harry proves it, though. They fight like nobody’s business, both of them too stubborn to pull their punches when they’re arguing, and it used to get them in trouble, but they always make up.

Adrenaline makes Louis loose-lipped, and they both know it. He tightens his arms around Harry’s neck, buries his face in his hair. “I missed you,” he confesses, quiet. “Doesn’t feel the same up there by myself.”

26) Waiting On You | Explicit | 76584 words

“Vampires,” Louis says with disgust, glaring over at the vampire who is noisily slurping from the woman’s neck nearby.

Zayn gives the neat fang marks on Louis’ neck a meaningful look.

“Can’t live with them, can’t live without them,” Louis finishes, ignoring Zayn when he rolls his eyes.

Louis takes a long sip of his milkshake, presses his fingers against the marks on his neck, and definitely doesn’t think about the vampire who left them there.

27) Perfect Storm | Explicit | 80230 words

What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding.

Harry and Louis choose the latter.

28) Nothing Worsens, Nothing Grows | Mature | 102528 words

Another roadtrip AU featuring Harry as the misunderstood hipster, Louis as the bitter psych major, Liam as the one with the secret boyfriend, and Niall as the one who just wants everyone to be happy.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

#bottom louis #top harry #larry #fic recs #sharing a bed #blp #blp fic recs

[blackgirlsuperherorants]

With more articulation, I'm ready to talk about why the push for Lokius simply bothers me, and this can be said for other m/m or w/w ships that fans push to be canon so hard just because they ship it.

It's the framing. The framing that if Marvel doesn't do it (or whatever the brand is), it's because homophobia, and if other fans don't like it/ship it, it's because homophobia (even if they ship other queer ships and are queer themselves.) And the biggest problem with that is that it overshadows the REAL issue of lack of queer representation on screen in mainstream nerd media, especially from big things under the Disney umbrella (Marvel and Lucasfilm/Star Wars, especially.)

It makes it bad that your ship isn't canon instead of bad that there haven't been any queer romances on screen in the MCU.

And like, as a writer myself, I find myself dissecting the stories of other media all the time. I can watch an MCU movie or series and pretty much assess what direction the story is going in by the narrative points they're hitting. I knew Sylki was basically gonna happen (even if just a kiss) because narratively, that's what the show was doing as soon as they had that "what is love" conversation on Lamentis-1. It didn't mean I liked it. But I knew it was happening.

Similarly, there's no romantic undertones to Loki and Mobius. None. For Marvel to make them a couple, it would mean they'd be doing it simply because the two present as men and it would make stans happy. And while there's something to be said for fan service, it would be annoying to watch them cram two guys together who aren't romantic in the slightest. I'd much rather see Loki meet some guy and have the same type of undertones they were giving to Sylvie and form a real bond to where the kiss feels earned and warranted. Not just put him with the nearest man because "he gay lol."

And how you guys are claiming it's being queer that makes you want this is beyond me. It's not being queer that makes you want this. I don't want queer characters that fuck everyone of whatever gender(s) they're attracted to even when it doesn't make sense for them to. I want real love stories. I mean, yeah, sometimes we can have a slut character, because that's fun, too, but that's not even what y'all think Lokius is. You seem to want them to be in love. But why? Because he's the first friend Loki made that isn't through Thor?

I hate that, too, because I hate this idea that queer people cannot have friends of their same gender without wanting to fuck them. IDK how y'all are, maybe y'all are like that, but I almost never have wanted to fuck any of my friends. The only few exceptions have been when I tried to befriend someone I had a crush on (in which case, usually the friendship can't work, really, because I have a crush on them.) I also think it's okay if you can have casual sex with friends, or if you have a friendship that develops into romance, but Jesus, do you people not have friends that you don't want to fuck? I am bi, maybe more pan (gender kind of doesn't matter to me, I guess) and I'm friends with people of all kinds of gender identities and like... I love them as people, which is why they're my friends, but I DO NOT want to fuck them. Especially my closest friend. I talked about her, before, here, but she's like my sister. The thought of fucking her is gross, to me. Not because she's gross, but because it feels incestuous.

Loki shouldn't want to fuck Mobius just because they developed a friendship. And that's very much how it's written on the series. They almost dislike each other (or Mobius is at least indifferent to Loki) and then they become friends.

That's not to mention the power dynamic that exists, there. And I know some of y'all are subs, but yeah, it's a bit gross to imply a sexual relationship with Loki's captor.

But on to Sylki. It sucks that I feel like most of y'all hate Sylki because Sylvie is a girl, and not just because it's bad in other ways. Like, the reasons Sylki is bad have less to do with "it should have been Mobius" and more to do with it being a lazy 1980s action movie plot that should have never happened. I'm not as creeped out by the selfcest (as many of you wouldn't have been if she was a he, I'm almost positive), but what's bad about it is that they couldn't have a strong female lead character without her being the love interest of the main guy. She didn't need to be, especially because she was a Loki variant, anyway. There was no need for it to have romantic undertones, and there was no need for them to kiss. It was sexist more than it was homophobic (and I can't help feeling like y'all are kind of being biphobic in this case. Maybe I'll talk about that, later, but yeah.) It was sexist bullshit. And there's valid criticism that Sylvie is underdeveloped. She's just angry and something for Loki to project affection onto.

I was also hoping they'd do a "found family" type of thing with Sylvie and Loki and let her be like the sister he never knew he needed, but no, they had to go trope and make her the love interest. It was lazy and bad and basically went "If Loki girl, main Loki want bone!"

Basically, having the main character fall for a character just because of their proximity and gender is bad and I hate it (and it would have been bad with Mobius, too, but yeah.)

Both the Mobius and the Sylvie thing also feel kind of racist, to me, because the show has prominent Black women who aren't even presented as desirable to Loki. And y'all, of course, ship him with anyone but the Women of Color. Y'all can pull true love with Mobius out of your ass, but he couldn't possibly fall for the Black women. lol.

Anyway. Not every show needs ships, and this show shouldn't have had any. I hate it. It's bad.

I guess on the biphobia front, I have heard some takes that it's not biphobic because Loki being queer in the MCU which hasn't shown any queer relationships, and Loki being the first openly queer character means they shouldn't have shown him with a woman presenting character. Which, I guess I get where you're coming from... but I have also been in fandoms for a long time and I see mostly girls saying this shit, which is what leads me to feel like it's simply jealousy. It happens all the time when a long-beloved single male character/celebrity suddenly starts dating a woman. Everyone hates it. And like, we haven't seen Loki be with ANYONE in the MCU, because mostly he's been doing villainy and his dating life hasn't been relevant. If the demigod says he's bi, he can kiss a woman. Especially a woman version of himself. Like I said, I hate it for other reasons, but pretending it's because he should have kissed Mobius is utterly delusional. He probably shouldn't have kissed anyone. Not in this series. There was no reason for any canon romance, especially because the show has a season 2 and we'll have time to see Loki develop earned, deserved romance with someone.

I'd much rather see them create a character just to be his boyfriend than have y'all push Marvel into making Lokius canon, which is a nonsense ship that only happened because Mobius is the only prominent male-presenting character before we meet the other Lokis.

My sincere wish is for people to remember that their ships are just ships and to enjoy them without getting all self-righteous about it. I TOLD y'all that Lokius wasn't gonna be canon like 4 episodes back, and here y'all are acting shocked and like Marvel took something from you. NOBODY expected y'all to ship Lokius. It's not even queerbait.

You can make clear arguments as to why Sambucky was queerbait. It's there in undertones in the actual series.

You cannot watch Loki and tell me you thought it was queerbait, unless you think men can't have conversations or hug goodbye without being romantically involved. Which means, in my opinion, that you need to learn about healthy masculinity.

Again, this is not a defense of Marvel. They DO need to let characters be queer, for real, and not just by saying " A bit of both". Like, let Loki be queer. Let Deadpool be queer. Let these queer characters be queer on screen. Yes.

But please stop making it about your ship. I'd rather see a flashback of Loki dating a guy and see him kiss someone he loved back on Asgard than watch y'all force Lokius. Because my queer rep is not about your crackship. It really isn't. And the fact that y'all keep calling us homophobic for not liking your ship REALLY needs to be addressed.

Like, when will y'all stop? I got on Stucky shippers about this shit in the past. All of us gay as hell, too, we just don't like YOUR ship. A lot of us like other queer ships. A lot of us like queer ships in other fandoms, too, and even have queer OCs. YOUR ship just ain't it. Stop forcing it. Literally, most of the ship wars between MCU fans have been queer ship vs queer ship, not really queer ship vs straight ship. Like, the number one Stucky rival ship was Stony. Not Steggy. People are not homophobic for not wanting your ship.

Sometimes it's because they ship something else.

And sometimes, like me, it's because they want something to make sense narratively and not happen for the sake of it happening. It's always better writing to have a character meetcute a new love interest than to magically turn a platonic friendship into a romantic relationship. Like, even when the characters are straight. Like, when Moesha dated Hakeem. It was just weird, even if he was kind of a great boyfriend. He was just supposed to be her friend, and people didn't really like it because it didn't fit narratively.

And that's why ships for the most part should be left to fanfiction, with the exception of a few where fans are right to call out the writers for not making it canon because it's clearly bait (like what happened to Destiel shippers. To see Lokius shippers compare themselves to THAT was so ridiculous. Destiel shippers had a decade of evidence only to be let down by a criminally unfair ending. Lokius shippers saw two men have a deep conversation once and lost their minds.)

Anyway, I'm not saying don't ship Lokius. I don't even hate it, really. I just think it obviously shouldn't be canon, and fans pretending like they were robbed of it is ridiculous. Literally, Ao3 exists for this reason. I will never see Steve fuck Sam Wilson, so I wrote it into my fanfic. I am not mad that they didn't actually date in the main MCU storyline.

#mcu #shippers #loki #loki series #marvel #shippers literally drive me bonkers #most of the criticism I'm seeing of the Loki series essentially boils down to Lokius didn't happen #and like .... it was never going to happen #please leave us alone #Ao3 is a great place to enjoy ship you're never going to see in the movies or on TV #please do that #don't try to call everyone homophobic for not liking your ridiculous ship #and don't obscure the legitimate criticism with your Lokius bullshit #Sylki was bad because it's sexist #she was like every woman in an 80s action movie #there to kick butt and motivate the hero with her lips #sylki isn't bad because lokius is good #lokius is bad too #it's just that both of them are okay for fanfiction #everyone wants that #just ship it #i'm begging

[howaboutalittlehelpneos]

What are everyone’s teams in your Pokemon au? Do you have a plot set out or is it a more causal au?

Oooooh this is a fun one

You'd better fucking BELIEVE we have a plot set up, I have poured so much effort into the Pokemon au

Okay, so: when it comes to teams, I decided that everyone should have at least one legendary Pokemon in their party as a way to be faithful to the ace monster concept, but it wasn’t until much later into the au that I realized I’d failed to do that with Sora’s team, which led to a very fun plot point involving his secret 7th Pokemon he keeps in his box

Teams under the cut because it’s gonna be a long one, boys

Yuya has: Groudon, Sandshrew, Popplio, Hippopotas, Aipom, and Ekans

In his box, he’s got Phanphy, Charmander, Politoad, Ducklett, Liepard, Skorupi, and Lycanroc (Midnight form)

I wanted him to have as many Pokemon as he could that reminded me of the monsters in his deck, and since Yuya is a coordinator in this au instead of a regular trainer, it just felt right that he’d have a lot of different partners he could swap out for various contests

Also I’m mad that there isn’t a legendary dragon that looks like Odd Eyes, so I had to give Yuya Groudon instead, making him the only Yu boy in this au to not have a legendary dragon type Pokemon

Yuto has: Eternatus, Bisharp, Aegislash, Aggron, Lucario, and Shadow Rider Calyrex

Okay listen, I know I was supposed to only give everyone One legendary Pokemon, but with Calyrex I feel justified because it looks So Much like it could be one of Yuto’s Phantom Knights, I mean

Just look at it

Yuto gets to have two legendaries to make up for Arc-V killing him off so early into the show

Aside from this guy, the rest of Yuto’s team just felt like it should be comprised of steel types ow the edge so that’s what I gave him. His Pokemon are as edgy as he tries to appear to be and that is enough to amuse me.

There also weren’t exactly many good Pokemon equivalents of his archetype, so I made do with what I had.

Yugo has: Latios, Scizor, Claydol, Porygon 2, Ponyta (Shiny), and Sudowoodo

Yugo was honestly so hard to come up with a team for because all his Speedroid cards are just like... toys and stuff for the most part, so I agonized over what I should pick for him for a Long time. In the end, I feel like I got close enough to his general aesthetic with the Pokemon I picked.

(His Ponyta is there because of Speedroid Horse Stilts, and while it is a shiny, the dumbass has no idea about it, and thinks he just happened to get a special blue horse that was born a little differently- he never claimed to be smart.)

He also deadass thought Sudowoodo was a grass type for the longest time. Rin had to be the one to tell him it wasn’t. 

“Yugo. Sudowoodo? It sounds like pseudo? As in fake wood?”

“Ohhhhh is that what its name means? Wow Rin you’re so smart.”

No Yugo you’re just exceptionally stupid.

Yuri has: Naganadel, Seviper, Victreebel, Toxicroak, Vileplume, and Roserade

For the most toxic of battlers, I felt it only necessary to give Yuri an all poison type team. I included an even mix of plants in there to tie into his Predaplant deck, Seviper for the snake eye vibes, and Toxicroak... just feels right, you know. I couldn’t find any other poison plant themed Pokemon that seemed like they’d fit his vibe, so he gets a poison frog instead.

Yuzu has: Meloetta, Sylveon, Meowstic (Female), Gardevoir, Florges, and Jigglypuff

I tried to stick with Pokemon that had very feminine vibes for Yuzu, since her deck is comprised of pretty singing ladies, so Meloetta and Jigglypuff in particular feel very fitting in that regard.

Serena has: Cresselia, Delcatty, Glameow, Lopunny, Persian, and Pyroar (Female)

The moon vibes with Cresselia felt perfect for Serena, and as for the rest of her team, all cats and a bunny to pay homage to her Lunalight deck ^^

Rin has: Celesteela, Mismagius, Hatterene, Glaceon, Froslass, and Chimecho

Her team vibes with the witch part of her Wind Witch deck, at least for Mismagius and Hatterene. Glaceon, Froslass, and Chimecho are there due to the etymology of her name, where possible meanings of it include “cold” and “bell”, which I thought was pretty cool, no pun intended.

Ruri has: Galarian Articuno, Pidgeot, Noctowl, Chatot, Altaria, and Unfezant (Male)

Some softer birds for the soft bird girl, for the most part. I liked the thought of her team being all birds like her Lyriluscs, and just... yeah. They’re all very friendly birds that Ruri’s bonded pretty closely with. Also I made sure she had Galarian Articuno for no reason other than it is purple like her, and I think that’s all the reason I need.

Gong has: Kartana, Machoke, Samurott, Golisopod, Hariyama, and Conkeldurr

Gong was really easy to assign a team to- just had to find as many samurai themed Pokemon as possible, and fill in the rest with really strong fighting types, like Machoke, Hariyama, and Conkeldurr.

Shingo has: Type: Null, Dusclops, Misdreavus, Spiritomb, Decidueye, and Cramorant

With Shingo, I tried to go for Pokemon that had the same vibes as some of his Abyss Actors, and I think Dusclops is the best example of this. Tbh I am very proud of giving him a Type: Null because Type: Null is an amalgamation of other Pokemon, something that was created in a lab to be a fighting machine. There’s nothing natural about Type: Null, and it’s kind of terrifying to Yuya specifically, who’s always viewed Pokemon as creatures to befriend. This experiment created purely to kill... unnerves him, and serves as a very good foil to his beliefs when it comes to Pokemon.

And they were narrative foils

Oh my god they were narrative foils

On a sillier note, I chose Cramorant purely because of this quote from its bulbapedia page: “Cramorant are also rather unintelligent as they can't remember which Pokémon they fight in mid battle, but never forget Trainers that they trust. However, they try to attack their Trainers if they steal food from them.”

I just thought the idea of Shingo having this dumb bird that occasionally pecks at him over food would be funny tbh, gotta dunk on the rival at least a little bit.

Sora has: Banette, Vanillish, Swirlix, Stufful, Litleo, and Buneary

In his box, he has a Guzzlord

I feel like Sora’s team is very straightforward, as it’s a mix of sweets themed Pokemon, and Pokemon that represent monsters in his deck- Stufful for Flufflal Bear, Litleo for Fluffal Leo, and Buneary for Fluffal Rabbit. Guzzlord... is relevant later on in the plot after shit goes down, that’s all I’ll say for now.

Masumi has: Diancie, Sableye, Corsola, Aurorus, Tyranitar, and Lycanroc (Dusk form)

Gem Knight girl deserved to have a bunch of good rock type Pokemon, and Diancie is like. The best possible legendary I could have given someone like her lol, the crystal aesthetic is just perfect for her. Not much to say here honestly, I just really vibed with these specific rock types and thought they’d make a good team for her.

Yaiba has: Zeraora, Kecleon, Pangoro, Scyther, Purugly, and Stantler

So I actually threw this list together just now because I realized Masumi was the only member of her trio to have a full team, and that just wasn’t right. I tried to base this team off the XX-Sabers as well I could, but it was a little hard with how many humanoid cards Yaiba has. With his legendary, I actually chose it based off this monster right here! 

I think they’ve got similar enough vibes aesthetically for Zeraora to fit him. Scyther is based on Emmersblade, Kecleon on Ragigura, Stantler on Garsem, Purugly on Gardestrike, and Pangoro... Honestly, it just makes me think of Yaiba himself when I look at him. I think they’d get along well.

Hokuto has: Deoxys, Espeon, Grumpig, Starmie, Lunatone, and Malamar

Psychic type Pokemon just sort of felt right for him to have, considering that his deck is based on constellations and has an overall space theme to it. Not sure why that translates over to psychic in my brain, but you know what, it looks right, I love this team for him, and I’m not gonna question it.

I especially think Deoxys makes a good legendary for him considering it is literally a space alien, and Hokuto’s whole thing is space, so yeah, he gets to have the space alien.

Shun has: Galarian Moltres, Skarmory, Fearow, Dodrio, Staraptor, and Talonflame

Pretty straightforward team I feel- it’s all birds of prey for the Raid Raptor boy, and I just thought the Galarian version of Moltres was neat. Makes me think of his Blaze Falcon since they’re both black and red.

Dennis has: Hoopa, Mr. Mime, Delphox, Zoroark, Alakazam, and Hawlucha

Hoopa seemed like a very good legendary for Dennis to have, given his deck archetype and all, he just kind of looks like a little circus dude. Its unbound form makes me think about the swap Dennis has when it gets revealed that he’s actually been a double agent the whole time, and the play gloves finally come off.

The rest of his team... I feel like they speak for themselves. I tried to give him Pokemon that matched up with his deck archetype, so there’s Delphox to rep the fire themed monsters, Mr. Mime because it just fits Dennis’ general personality- and I love the thought of those two being friends and just copying each other’s theatric poses. Chaotic dynamic duo.

(Also: Zoroark's ability letting it disguise itself as another Pokemon is just another parallel to Dennis pretending to be one of the good guys at first, and I love it)

Shinji has: Buzzwole, Beedrill, Vespiquen, Ribombee, Kricketune, and Leavanny

I tried to give the bee man all the bees I could, but there are only so many bee Pokemon out there 😔 I knew the rest of his team had to be insect types to make up for it, so I picked Kricketune because he is just... a friend... a musical buddy who definitely gets along well with the kids. Leavanny is just a bug mom who also helps patch up the kids’ clothing when they get tears in them, which I just love the idea of. Sweet bug mom whose dex entry talks about how they sew for other Pokemon looks after her trainer’s kids when she’s not battling.

Buzzwole: witness the fitness

Throwback to the Smash Bros mains lmao 

Crow has: Murkrow, Braviary, Starly, Swellow, Pikipek, and Corviknight

Bunch of birds for my Blackwing user... This team was partially picked out by June, and it was mostly meant for the Other Pokemon au, but I don’t really see a reason to change his team here. Crow is the one person without a legendary on his team, which makes me sad, but there really isn’t a legendary bird out there that fits his vibes, so as much as I wanna give him a legendary, he will have to make do without one. Sorry Crow.

Hoo... that’s finally all the teams down. Now I can talk about the plot! So, as I briefly mentioned in a previous post (I think), this particular au is inspired by Pokemon Diamond/Pearl/Platinum! It’s the era where contests really became a big thing, which is perfect for a lot of these characters because it’s easy to translate dueltaining over to coordinating in this world. Much like in canon, Yuya aspires to be as great a coordinator as his dad was, and strives to entertain people the way Yusho could. He’s not much for battling, and far prefers getting to show off his Pokemon’s talents in contests than anything. 

Academia is going to play the role of Team Galactic in this au, which is incredibly fitting with their mission in canon: to remake the universe in their leader’s image. In this case, with Leo Akaba taking on the role of Cyrus, his intent is, presumably, to either destroy the universe that took his daughter from him, or create a new one where she can live once again, no matter the cost.

Sora being a key member in Team Galactic is a very big part of the plot in this au: his mission was to capture one of the lake legendaries, Uxie, since Leo needed all three of them for his plan to remake the universe, but things don’t exactly go well for him, and he ends up losing his battle against Uxie, resulting in all of his memories being locked away, and essentially making him a blank slate.

Side note: the Galactic grunt haircut reminds me a lot of Sora, I mean just look at it

Practically same bangs as him, just add an upturned ponytail and you’ve got my son.

This post is getting very long... but I will add one last plot related thing to it before I go: Uxie can erase memories, Mesprit can erase emotions, and Azelf can erase willpower. All three of these lake legendaries play a very important role in the plot, due to being the keys to Leo Akaba’s plans to remake the universe. Sora was touched by Uxie, effectively doing away with all memory he has of being in Team Galactic. Yuya ends up touched by Mesprit in an attempt to save them, and subsequently loses his emotions as a result. Riley?

Riley had been affected by all three of them before the plot began, which is why she is the way she’d been in Arc-V: Emotionless, unable to remember anything about her past except for those brief, fleeting flashes of memory when put into certain situations she’d experienced before, and without any will of her own. She’s so dependent on her older brother because she quite literally has no clue what to do with herself without being told to, and needs orders to function.

Hoo, if you’ve made it all the way to the end of the post, congratulations! I think this is the longest one I’ve made... ever lmao. I hope you guys found it enjoyable! If anyone wants to know more about certain aspects of this au, feel free to ask! I look forward to talking about it more c:

#parc v au #ygo arc v #yuya sakaki #yuto #yugo #yuri #zuzu boyle #yuzu hiiragi #serena #celina #rin #lulu obsidian #ruri kurosaki #gong strong #noboru gongenzaka #sylvio sawatari #shingo sawatari #sora perse #sora shiunin #julia krystal #masumi kotsu #kit blade #yaiba todo #dipper orion #hokuto shijima #shay obsidian #shun kurosaki #shinji weber #crow hogan #dennis macfield

[cblgblog]

So, I’m in denial, like all of the even casual Sharon fans (of which I openly admit to being) must be after ep 6. What the fuck, right? But now that we know Cap 4 is definitely happening—with the same creatives behind it as the show oh God I’ve never felt such a strange combo of excitement and pure dread—I’m gonna add on to my Sharon was a Skrull theory.

So Secret Invasion is happening. Cap 4 is happening.  Secret Invasion will almost certainly drop first, since we heard about it earlier/it seems to be further along in production. Cap 4 is happening with the FATWS people behind it. The very last thing we got out of that show was the mustache-twirlingly bad guy moment of Sharon getting welcomed, reinstated either to SHIELD or the CIA, and gasp, shock, mustache twirl, she has evil plans.

Now I am, as I admitted, in denial. I know this. But also, Secret Invasion is a confirmed thing that’s happening on Disney+, so I think there’s some basis for my denial. That being the case, Sharon’s arc in FATWS is either one of the most phenomenally terrible, spiteful moves the MCU has ever pulled, or it is secretly brilliant.

As per the post linked above, Secret Invasion is all about Skrulls infiltrating Earth, replacing those in positions of power so they can fuck with things. Sharon is literally, supposedly, the Power Broker. Sharon has access to satellites now, I guess. Power is in her name. Sharon was also, as stated above, in a position to be an easy target for replacement, between her having to take off after CW, and then the Snap and all the chaos and confusion that caused.

Now we know Cap 4 is a thing. Imagine a Cap 4 that comes after Secret Invasion. Where Sharon’s either been rescued, her Skrull counterpart defeated, or that’s a thing that happens in Cap 4. Sam and Bucky realizing that the woman they met was not Sharon, that Sharon is in an even more powerful position now, and is using it to fuck with things. Subversion, infiltration, continuing the themes of Cap 2 and the Hydra infiltration of SHIELD.

What if Sharon’s the Man Out of Time now? She’s essentially been a POW for however long, the world has changed significantly, and she’s had someone else pretending to be her and trashing her rep. Now she’s got to figure out what life is now/possibly kill a shapeshifting alien, if she hasn’t done that in Secret Invasion yet.

Could we get a Cap v Cap, Endgame style fight, but with Sharon v Sharon and all her beast mode fighting moves from ep 3?

My point, as much as I ever have one, is that if Sharon’s stuff from FATWS is just what it seems to be and nothing else? Trash, betrayal, filth, all that. If, however, it’s just the start of a larger arc that will unfold across Secret Invasion and possibly Cap 4, it might actually be fantastic.

Am I saying for sure that any version of this is true? Nope, writers might just be dumb as hell, and I’m the first to say that most fan theories give writers way too much credit. But with Secret Invasion happening, and Cap 4 coming from the same people, I think it does have marginally more credibility than the usual mental gymnastics I engage in to reconcile bad canon.

And honestly, even if we find out FATWS Sharon wasn’t a Skrull…in this house, she was a Skrull, and that’s how it’s gonna be from now on.

#sharon carter #pro sharon carter #fatws spoilers #fatws #Captain America 4 #Secret Invasion

[machi-kun]

For the writing prompts, 48 ‘meeting again at the high school reunion’ :D

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“That’s Steve Rogers.” Tony gasps. “It can’t be. It - That’s Steve Rogers. Oh, my God!”

“Oh, my God.” Pepper says, long-suffering.

“Did you know about this?!”

“Yes, Tony, I keep tabs on every single one of our former classmates - of course not, why would I know this?”

“He’s tall!” Tony exclaims, maybe a little too hysterically, because a few heads turn in his direction, shooting him confused and worried looks. “He used to be shorter than me! And he was skinny, he had asthma, he - what happened to him?!”

Because something must have happened! Something, because people don’t just grow like that out of nowhere! Not that it hasn’t been years, because it has, but Tony thinks has the right to be shocked; He is not one for wet sciences and genetics, but he can’t imagine how much can he assign Steve Roger’s utter and complete transformation to “grow spurt” and not straight up “scientific experiment gone incredibly out of hand”, because that shouldn’t be possible. 

Steve used to go up to Tony’s shoulder - look at him now! What the hell.

“Can you calm down for a second, it’s not a big deal.” Rhodey says unimpressed.

“How can it be not a big deal-”

“It really isn’t.” Rhodey insists, sounding maddeningly bored. “People get grow spurts all the time, just because you didn’t doesn’t mean other people can’t either.”

Tony sputters, wildly offended. 

“And it’s not like he’s all that different. You can still definitely tell it’s him.” Rhodey muses, taking one long, considering glance at tall, built like a goddamned tank Steve Rogers, and he dares to snort a laugh at the sight of Tony’s utter bafflement. “And don’t act like you didn’t have the most ridiculous crush on him when he was small, because you did, and everyone knew. This is nothing new for you.”

“Not everyone.” Tony rebuffs, which is stupid, because what he meant to say is that he didn’t, he didn’t have a crush on tiny Steve Rogers, except maybe he kinda did, okay, and who is Rhodey to make fun of him for it, when he had a crush on Wilson for an entire year?

“Wow.” Pepper says, blinking slowly, halfway through a laugh. “That was very convincing, I am very impressed.”

“Actually - you know what, I will not stand here and have all these lies about me - I am leaving you both here.”

“Go talk to Steve, then.” Rhodey dares.

“Fine!” Tony says, huffing. “I will!”

He takes two steps forward - and stops.

“I-”

“Tony.” Pepper threatens before he can even turn. “Go.”

Alright. He can do this.

It’s just Steve Rogers. No big deal.

Christ, it’s Steve Rogers.

It should not be a big deal, but it kind of is. It is for Tony, at least. Okay, maybe Rhodey is right and Tony did have a bit of a crush on Steve back then, but - how could he not? Okay? Tony’s pretty sure half the class had been kinda in love with the guy, even if Steve used to be, and Tony’s quoting here, “like that” and “no one wanted to go out with him”. Which was, for starters, not true, because Tony would have definitely gone out with Steve if Steve had asked, and two - Tony knows for a fact that Steve and Sharon dated for a couple of months just after their graduation and Steve had definitely still been tiny when that happened, because they still talked back then.

Tony missed him, when he moved to the West Coast. He didn’t want to stop talking to Steve, it just happened. Steve had always been amazing. And gorgeous. And Tony liked him, a lot. Of course he missed him.

Tony just... He never told him that, because how could he? How could he tell Steve that and not completely give himself away, with that ridiculous crush of his? 

But he’s an adult now. He can handle Steve Rogers, as pretty and incredible and freakishly built he might be. He’s fine. He’s got this.

“Steve Rogers!” Tony bellows, with practiced ease and smugness, gesturing to Steve with unabashed appreciation. “Look at our leader, ladies and gentlemen!”

Steve turns to face Tony and - oh. 

Oh, Tony doesn’t have this. At all. Nope. 

“Tony.” Steve says, and his voice is deeper now, Tony feels like he’s going to combust. “God, it’s so good to see you!”

Tony has to look up to face him now - his absurdly blue eyes, his cheekbones, his lips - oh, Christ, Tony might still be a little bit in love with Steve Rogers.

“Great to see you too.” Tony pats him on the shoulder - all muscle, just like the rest of him now - and pretends he’s not shaking. “How long has it been?”

“Too long.” Steve smiles, and steps back so he can make room for Tony to step forward, and only then Tony realizes that the other people present, meaning the people he just rudely and loudly interrupted in favor of his flawless act of totally not being affected by the sight of Steve, are Wilson and Sharon. 

“Tony, hey.” Sharon greets him kindly, and Wilson surprisingly also cracks a smile and raises his drink in a welcoming gesture.

“The whole class rep team together!” Tony exclaims, a little delighted, a little fucking terrified. “Where is our resident troublemaker, then?”

“Standing right next to you?” Sharon laughs, and pays Steve no mind when he shoots her a very unimpressed glare. “C’mon, Steve, we all know between you and Barnes, you are definitely worse.”

“Yeah. And hey, you know just because we ain’t kids anymore doesn’t mean Barnes can’t kick your ass, right, Stark? In fact, he might kick your ass harder, so you watch out for that.” Wilson jokes, his expression full of amusement.

“Barnes loves me too much.” Tony says, and Wilson full-on snorts, the sound echoing in his cup as he takes a sip. “What? He does. We all know that his problem with me was because he secretly loved me and totally not because I broke his arm on PE once.”

“Was it now?” Steve teases, and Tony has to lock all his muscles like they’re made of stone to prevent himself from shivering. 

“Sure it was. You should know, Rogers.”

“Yeah.” Wilson laughs, half-hiding his shit-eating grin on his cup. “You should know.”

“You shut up.” Steve says, and when Wilson and Sharon laugh, his ears go adorably pink. “Why don’t you go talk to Rhodes?”

“Oh, yes, please do.” Tony exclaims, jittery with joy at the idea of making Rhodey’s life just a little bit harder. If he can poke fun at Tony, Tony is definitely allowed to poke back. “He’s gonna love seeing you, Wilson. Tell him I sent you.”

“Yeah, yeah, you just tryin’ to get Steve alone, you ain’t subtle.” Wilson jabs, but before Tony can even process the words fully, let alone react to them, Wilson claps a hand on his back and steps out, supposedly, to find Rhodey. “Good seeing you, man.”

And he just leaves. Worse, Sharon leaves too, with a nod and an all-too-knowing look in her eyes, and then, Tony is suddenly left alone with Steve goddamn Rogers, who Tony may or may not still have a ridiculous crush on!

“So.” Tony exhales, harshly. “No Barnes?”

Steve looks at him like he’s amused, smirking at a private joke. “Jerk’s late. I set him an alarm and everything, but you know how he is.”

“I do? I guess I have vague memories of our glorious highschool days but clearly, I missed something.” Tony jokes, trying to be suave, but Steve is smiling like the way he used to smile when Tony fumbled with his words, when Steve made him flustered; and it’s making him flustered all over again like Tony is still fifteen and very very charmed by the tiny class president. “Because I don’t remember you being...”

“This size?” Steve gestures to himself, and Tony is a weak man, because he can’t refuse the excuse to look.

“Guess you could say that.” Tony teases. “I didn’t know art school could do that to you. I would almost guess you joined the army.”

“You knew I went to art school?” Steve asks, delighted, and - shit. 

“You always talked about it, when we were younger. And I knew you could do it.” And because Tony’s mouth doesn’t know how to stay shut, he accidentally says, “And I’ve seen a show you did once. A gallery, I mean, an exhibition. The one in Boston?”

“The one for my family.” Steve clarifies, eyes going all gentle and fond. 

“Yeah, that one.” Tony clears his throat. “Sarah must have been really proud. How is she, by the way?”

“The same as always. Nothing can stop her from kicking my ass when I need it.” Steve admits, a little embarrassed, and Tony can’t help but give a hearty laugh because yeah, that’s the Sarah Rogers he remembers, and suddenly, he’s overcome with nostalgia for the afternoons he spent at the Rogers’ place, feeling far more comfortable than anywhere else in the world. 

“God, I miss Sarah.” Tony confesses.

Steve pauses, and he looks at Tony with such an intense gaze Tony can’t look away. “And she misses you. We still talk about you sometimes.”

Tony blinks. “You do?”

“Tony.” Steve tilts his head, playfully, like he can’t believe Tony’s surprise. “Ma practically adopted you the moment you stepped a foot inside her house. If I hadn’t stopped her, she would have trapped you there and never let you leave.”

“Well, for Sarah Rogers, I wouldn’t have minded that.” 

“Neither would I.” Steve says, to Tony’s complete shock, and his face blooms ina flush of heat, mortifyingly. “But I had enough problems on my plate without Jarvis breathing down my neck.”

“Jarvis loves you, he always did.” Tony complains, childishly, in reflex. “I was the one always getting a speech when it was you who was always getting into fights and getting us both bruised!”

“You didn’t have to fight with me.”

“I definitely did.”

“You should come over, sometime.” Steve offers, suddenly, talking fast, as if he’s trying to get the words out all at once. “See Ma again. She would love that.”

“I-” Tony chokes. “Are you sure?”

“Tony. I really missed you. We both did.” Steve gulps down hard, his jaw working almost hypnotically. “I’m sorry I couldn’t keep in touch.”

Tony shakes his head frantically. “That wasn’t your fault. If anything, it was mine. It just - a lot of things happened, and-”

“We both had a rough time.” Steve interrupts, gently, and Tony gives him a silent nod. “I know it. But I think we both could use a win now, couldn’t we?”

Tony pauses. “Is taking me home to meet your mom a win, Rogers?”, he says, feeling daring.

“Definitely.” Steve says, coy, and slowly, he looks Tony up and down, all of him, as if he’s drinking in the sight, and that look, in Steve’s blue, sharp eyes, make Tony tremble where he stands. “And this time, I might not let you leave either.”

What happened to Steve Rogers! Tony wants to scream, mind going a hundred miles an hour, hysterical. I don’t know how to handle this!

“We can do that.” he says instead, nonsensical, short on breath.

“Alright.” Steve says, satisfied. “Give me your number.”

“What?” 

“Your number.” He smiles. “I’m not giving you the chance to second guess this, Tony. I know you. I’m calling you, and we’ll go out sometime. Does that sound ok?”

“Sounds awesome.” Tony admits, just a little winded. “I’d love that.”

“Good.” Steve puffs his chest out, just a little, like he’s proud of himself, and when Tony finally gets out a business card from his wallet and awkwardly writes his personal number on the back, it takes all his strength not to react to the brush of Steve’s cold fingers against his when he grabs the paper.

Steve stares at the number like Tony has just given him the greatest of gifts. 

And when he looks up at Tony and the sentiment in his eyes does not fade, Tony can’t do anything but exhale slowly, deeply, a ridiculously infatuated sigh.

“It’s great seeing you, Steve.” He says.

“You too.” Steve echoes, just as fond. “Can I call you tonight?”

Fuck.

“Yes.”

“Then I will.” He smiles.

Crap.

Tony definitely still is a little bit in love with Steve Rogers.

#stevetony #stony #steve rogers #tony stark #superhusbands #ask #anon #machi writes #Anonymous #its time for another round of machi sneaks in their other ships into the stevetony fic #this time is samrhodey and staron

[americasass91]

Is there a chance you can do my request. It’s the stucky fic I suggested earlier, though if you struggle you can make it Steve and reader. I would send the whole request again, but I can’t copy it sorry. Thanks!

Here’s the original request:

So here is my first ever Stucky fic! I’m sorry this took me a little longer than normal. I’m extremely nervous to post it. Only because I want to do Stucky justice! I hope it was what you had in mind with your request! I did go smutty with it. Not as smutty as I normally do. But as smutty as I was comfortable with going. Anyway thank you so much for the request and I hope you enjoy it!

Rating: Explicit of course

Words:2.6k

Warnings: smut, hand job, oral, male/male, Steve being cocky

Hidden Feelings

Saturdays should be for sleeping in or being a lazy bum on the couch. The day to relax after a long ass week.

They should not be for working out.

God Bucky hated working out. But he especially hated it on Saturdays. Which is why he was laying in bed, contemplating just staying there. The only reason he even agreed is because Steve had asked him and well he can’t really say no to Steve.

Steve.

Steve with his stupid, perfect blonde hair. And his stupid ocean eyes. And his stupid bulging biceps. And his stupid sculpted torso. And his stupid thick thighs that Bucky just wanted to bite-

Whoa.

Wait.

When did Bucky start feeling that way about his best friend? Sure he had always thought Steve was attractive but feeling anything sexual towards him was new. Bucky had always thought himself as straight. But judging from the bulge in his pajama pants, that may not be the case.

Bucky shook his head to clear it of the inappropriate thoughts he was having for the blonde super soldier. He just hasn’t been laid in awhile. Yeah, that must be it. He’d have to fix that soon.

He decided to finally get out of bed and get dressed for the gym. Maybe a good, hard workout will help clear his head.

The first thing Bucky did when getting to the gym was look for Steve. After all, he did invite him to workout. Yeah, that’s why he was looking for him. Not to gaze at his handsome face. Nope.

It didn’t take him long to spot him at all. And when he did, he could feel his blood start to boil.

There he was on the pull-up bars doing one armed pull-ups. That’s not what had Bucky so upset. No, it was the fact that there were at least 4 female agents crowded around the bars. They were all trying to chat with Steve who Bucky could tell was just eating the attention up.

After a few more sets, Steve hopped down in front of the waiting ladies. They were so obviously swooning over him. He just smiled and ran his hand through his hair while one of the girls had the audacity to squeeze his bicep.

That was it. Bucky couldn’t stand to look anymore. He grabbed a water from the fridge and hurried to the other side of the gym where the weights were. He needed to lose himself in a workout, get out of his head.

He had just laid down on the bench press when Steve appeared before him.

“Hey, Buck! Thanks for joining me today! I know you like to sleep in but it’s just nice to have someone to workout with.” Steve headed over to the bench press right beside Bucky. He started adding weights to the barbell.

Bucky couldn’t help the roll of his eyes as he glanced back over to the group of girls who were slowly making their way towards them. “Yeah, looks like you would’ve been real lonely without me.”

Steve follows Bucky’s gaze and chuckles. “Yeah, they can’t resist me. What can I say? They like the muscles. Can’t say I blame them” He flexes to make them even more prominent. Bucky was doing his best not to look. He didn’t need to get a boner right now.

He scoffed. “Okay. Whatever you say, punk.”

Steve gets all of his weights added and sits down on the bench. He slaps Bucky’s shoulder. “You know they want to go out sometime. I bet I can talk one of them into going out with you. We could double. It’s been awhile since we’ve gotten laid. I don’t think we’d have to convince them much.”

Bucky grabs the barbell and lifts it up to begin his reps. “No thanks. I’m not into shallow women. And besides. They all seem to want you.”

Steve chuckles. “I know! Isn’t that great?”

Bucky finishes his first rep and puts the barbell back in place and sits up to face Steve. “Yeah I guess it is. But there’s no reason to be a brat about it.”

Steve’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Did you just call me a brat?”

Bucky takes a swig of water and lays back down. “Well yeah. I couldn’t think of a better word.” He lifts the bar once again and begins his next rep. Just as he’s finishing it up, he hears giggling next to him.

He puts the bar back into place and looks over to see Steve doing his own reps, surrounded by the same 4 women who were watching him do pull-ups.

“Wow Steve. You’re so strong! I bet you could do reps with me.” One of them said in a sickenly sweet voice.

Steve sat up and smirked. “Oh that’d be too easy, doll.” He leans forward and grabs the girl and lifts her up so she’s perched on his shoulder. “You weigh practically nothing. It wouldn’t even be a challenge for me.”

She giggles as he puts her back down. Bucky can’t help but wonder what it would be like to be manhandled like that by Steve. Shit. He needs to stop with those thoughts. He could feel his cock stir. Okay. Unsexy thoughts.

Um. Tony’s boring team meetings. Sam talking about how cool his wings are. Nat attempting baking. Steve’s ass in his uniform. Fuck! No! Bruce talking about chemistry and physics. Wanda attempt- Bucky’s train of thought gets interrupted by loud squeals.

He looks over just in time to see Steve removing his shirt. “It really does give me more range of motion to workout shirtless. Thanks for the suggestion ladies! Now who am I lifting next?”

One of the girls points at Bucky. “Why don’t you bench press him? I bet his metal arm will make it a little difficult.”

Steve looks over at Bucky who is already shaking his head no. “Oh, come on Buck! Just let me prove these lovely ladies right.” He gives Bucky a hopeful look. Fuck. He can’t resist those eyes.

“Okay, fine. But only a few!”

Steve winks at him. “Okay I’ll lay down on the bench and you lean backwards towards me. I’ll place one hand between your shoulder blades and the other on your left upper thigh. Cool?”

Bucky had to stop the shiver that was trying to wrack his body at the thought of Steve’s hand anywhere near his thighs. “Whatever man. Can we just hurry it up? I need to get back to my reps.” He was trying his best to act annoyed to push down his arousal.

Steve claps his hands together and turns toward the girls. “Okay ladies, you’re gonna have to count for me!” He winks at one and sends them into a fit of giggles. Bucky can’t stop the eye roll this time.

Steve lays down on the bench and holds his hands up, waiting for Bucky.

Bucky starts taking deep breaths as he leans back. Goosebumps erupt down his arms when he feels Steve’s hand on his back. Before he even has time to enjoy his touch, he feels his hand grip the back of his left thigh and lift him into the air.

Bucky can feel his cock twitch. Fuck. He needs to think of something else. He starts going through the list of people killed on Game of Thrones when Steve starts his reps.

Jesus Christ. Bucky makes the mistake and looks towards the mirrors behind them and he gets mesmerized by Steve’s biceps. They were really bulging now. Every vein was popped out and on display. All Bucky wanted to do was follow them with his tongue. Fuck. He was starting to get hard.

Luckily this is when Steve decides he’s shown off enough and sets Bucky back down.

“Alright ladies! So how many di-“ Bucky doesn’t even hear the rest of what Steve says. He just takes off towards the locker room. He couldn’t stop all the blood rushing south this time even if he wanted to. As he opens the door, he vaguely hears Steve calling after him.

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Finally Bucky is alone in the shower and can take care of his problem.

He turns on the water to a warm temperature and steps under. He hangs his head down and looks at his betraying, hard cock. He didn’t want to have these feelings towards Steve. He knew they’d never, ever be reciprocated. He had to figure out a way to suppress his feelings.

He places his metal hand on the wall and grips the base of his cock with his right. He hisses at the contact. He’s never been this hard in his life. He starts off with slow strokes, tightening his grip just like he likes it.

He doesn’t hear the approachI get footsteps as he starts to speed up his strokes.

“Need some help there, punk?”

Bucky freezes and whips his head towards the voice he’d know anywhere.

Steve is standing there in all his naked glory, cockily smirking at Bucky. His blue eyes are trained on Bucky’s hand that’s still stroking his cock.

Bucky can’t help his own gaze as it lowers down Steve’s body. God damn is he beautiful. He gulps as his eyes take in the cock between Steve’s legs. Not only is it big, but it’s rock hard and seems to be pointing directly at him. He carefully moves his gaze back up and locks eyes with Steve. “Those girls got you really worked up, huh?”

Steve smirks again and saunters slowly towards Bucky. He stops in front of him. “Nope.”

Bucky furrows his brows. “Then what has you all worked up, Steve?”

Steve lifts his hand and tucks a piece of hair behind Bucky’s ear. “You, handsome. Nobody can get me as hard as you can.”

Now Bucky is really confused. Steve has never given any hints about being sexually interested in Bucky ever. He knew Steve had even slept around with a few of the female agents. The confusion must be showing on Bucky’s face.

“I’ve been trying to avoid it, Buck. But I just can’t hide it anymore. I’m attracted to you. Always have been. Even when I was just a little, asthmatic shrimp. Now..” His gaze lowers to his fisted erection once again. “Is that for me? If not, I’ll leave and we can pretend this conversation never happened. If it is, then I’d love nothing more than to help you with it.”

Bucky only has to think for 3 seconds. He nods his head. “Yes, it’s for you.”

Steve grips the back of Bucky’s neck and pulls him in for a heated kiss. Bucky pushed his body against Steve’s and both men let out a groan when their cocks brush against each other.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted you for so long. Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to jerk you off until you’re coming all over me. Then we’re going back to my room to….explore this further. Got it?”

Jesus. Bucky liked bossy Steve. He just nodded his head.

Steve removed Bucky’s hand that was still fisted around his cock. He replaced it with his own. He gives Bucky a few experimental strokes before Bucky groans out,”harder.”

Steve grips his hand harder around the aching cock and speeds up his strokes. Bucky goes to grab for Steve’s cock but his hand gets slapped away. “No. Right now is about you, handsome. Just close your eyes and enjoy it.”

Bucky decides to listen to him. He braces his hands on Steve’s shoulders and leans his head back with his eyes closed.

Steve takes this opportunity to attach his lips to Bucky’s neck. He needs to mark him as his. Bucky must be enjoying it if the little groans escaping his mouth are anything to go by.

Steve tightens his grip and speeds up his strokes even more. He looks down at Bucky’s cock. It was thick. It was leaking so much pre-cum. Steve knew Bucky had to be close. He all of a sudden needed him in his mouth.

He removes his hand from Bucky and lowers himself to his knees. Bucky raises his head in confusion and almost comes at the sight of Steve on his knees before him.

“What are you doing, Stevie?”

Steve grips Bucky’s cock and looks up at him. “Needed to taste you big guy. Need to feel your cum sliding down my throat.”

Fuck. If Bucky wasn’t close to cumming before, he sure as hell was now!

“Fuck, Steve. I’m not gonna last long.”

Steve just shrugs and sucks Bucky’s tip into his mouth. Bucky grips Steve’s shoulders again and throws his head back in ecstasy. Nobody has ever made him feel this good, ever.

Steve does his best to take all of Bucky into his mouth. He gags a little as the tip hits the back of his throat. “So fucking pretty choking on my fat cock.” He feels Bucky’s right hand thread through his hair and tug. He lets a groan of his own slip out.

His left hand travels down and he starts stroking his own cock.

He feels Bucky’s cock starting to swell. He knows he’s close. Steve swallows Bucky’s cock all the way down again, this time hollowing his cheeks and sucking on the way down. He then takes his free hand and gives a tug to Bucky’s balls.

That’s all Bucky needed. He throws his head back and shouts Steve’s name into the room. Steve quickly raises his gaze to Bucky as he feels his cum shooting down the back of his throat. He does his best to swallow it. The sight of Bucky in a state of pure euphoria sends Steve into his own orgasm. He cums all over the floor of the shower.

He removes his mouth from Bucky and continues licking him clean. Bucky finally gets his breathing under control and lifts Steve to pull him into a kiss. Bucky groans at the taste of his own orgasm on Steve’s lips.

Steve pulls back and cups Bucky’s cheek. “Are you ready to wake up now, punk?”

Bucky furrows his brows. “What?”

Steve smiles at him. “I said are you ready to wake up now?”

Bucky jolts awake at the feel of someone smacking his shoulder.

He sits up quickly and his gaze falls on Steve’s smiling form. “You alright, Buck? I was worried when you didn’t meet me in the gym this morning. You never sleep in this late.”

Bucky runs his mental hand through his hair. It had been a dream. Fuck.

Steve looks down at the floor as his face turns red. “I realize now that I must’ve interrupted a good dream. You were, uh, moaning in your sleep.”

Oh, fuck. Bucky hoped he didn’t moan Steve’s name. He makes eye contact with him. “Yeah. I, uh, was having a dream about that new girl down at the coffee shop.”

Steve raises his head and smiles. “Oh, man. She’s gorgeous! You should ask her out! If she got you that worked up in a dream...imagine what she could do in real life.”

Bucky looks down at his lap and smiles sadly. Steve was never going to want him in the same way. He might as well forget it. He couldn’t get that lucky.

“That’s a great idea, punk. Sorry for missing the workout. But will you wait for me in the living room while I get ready? I’ll need my wingman if I’m going to ask out a pretty girl.” He gives Steve what he hopes is a convincing smile.

Steve returns the smile. “Of course! Maybe she has a cute friend for me.” He winks at Bucky and heads into the living room.

Bucky sits there for a second and allows one tear to escape. He hated having hidden feelings about his best friend.

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