#i know it's not great but neither are any of my posts so. lmao.

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

✨️1K Followers Celebration Day 5: BTS bias wrecker - Jungkook✨️

To the victor

AN: Jungkook might just be my strongest bias wrecker, so this one hurts more than the others. This was supposed to be posted a while ago, but life was lifing. Either way, I hope you enjoy my suffering. (Also, I know next to nothing about boxing and boxing related injuries so, just walk with me here lmao.)

Synopsis: Jungkook lives to box. The ring is practically his home. However, watching him become all bruised and bloodied isn't exactly easy for his girlfriend, no matter how much he wins.

Heads up: Jeon Jungkook x Fem! Reader, established relationship, Non-Idol AU, Boxer! Jungkook, boxing (duh), mentions of bodily harm, mentions of blood, hurt and comfort elements, pretty fluffy overall tbh, dry humping, hair pulling, nipple play (f. receiving), facesitting, unprotected piv sex and creampie.

Word count: 2867

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You wouldn't be surprised to find blood on your hands from how deeply your nails are sinking into your skin at the moment. Your heart hammering against your chest as you watch Jungkook dodge another punch from Mingyu like it was nothing.

Kim Mingyu is no small man. From the bruises that are already beginning to form across your boyfriend's torso, you know his hits carry a great deal of weight behind them. Still, Jungkook has that gleam in his eyes. He's going to win. No matter what, he is going to walk out of this ring as the winner.

An opportunity presents itself when Mingyu leaves himself wide open and, Jungkook wastes no time landing a painful looking blow to the larger man's ribcage. You even can't help but, cringe just watching the impact. Mingyu falters and that's when Jungkook unleashes a barrage of hits so quick that neither his opponent nor the audience could keep up with. While Mingyu has raw strength, Jungkook is faster and his hits, while not carrying the same impact as the other man's, are nothing to scoff at.

Sometimes, in the quietest corners of your mind, it scares you to see the person he becomes in the ring. He's unyielding and brutal. Not stopping until his opponents are bloodied heaps on the floor of the ring. Sometimes you struggle to reconcile the man in the ring with the man who still gets too shy to tell you he loves you at times.

Relief. A feeling that's fast become your confidant over the past three years courses through you when Mingyu finally falls and the bell rings out. The cheers of the crowd are deafening but, all you can focus on is him. Jungkook turns to you, blood smeared on his jaw and sends you the brightest smile. "I won," he mouths only for you to see.

This is probably the second worst part. Watching the medic patch him up. When all of the adrenaline is gone and, you can only watch helplessly as the aches and pains and throbs settle themselves deeply into his very bones.

"You're very lucky, Mr Jeon. Fortunately you only have two cracked ribs and some tissue damage," the medic says, finishing the tightening of the gauze around his torso. He winces but, otherwise seems to be taking this all well.

"Thank you, Siyeon," he says sincerely, as you two watch her pack up her equipment.

"No worries. Just be careful, your ribs can only take so much more damage,"

"Yeah, I know," he sighs, running his hand through his hair.

The silence is poignant when you two are left alone. A frown marring your face as you take in the nasty bruises across his torso, even with Siyeon's expertise. The bruise on his face and his raw knuckles not helping to ease your concerns either.

"You're upset," he mutters, tired brown eyes meeting your own.

"I'm not upset. I'm just...I'm just worried," you respond, leaning against his locker.

"Is there much of a difference?" He smiles but, there's no joy or humour behind it. You hate taking away any of his happiness from a win. It's not fair. Especially when he's the one who got his shit rocked.

"I'm sorry. It's really hard watching you in there sometimes but, I'll be fine. You deserve to celebrate tonight,"

"Come here,"

You blink at him but, he watches you patiently. You're not sure what he's thinking but, regardless, you make your way over to him. Completely caught off guard when he pulls you into his lap.

"Hey, a warning would've been nice!"

"You need a warning to be on my lap?"

If he wasn't injured you'd punch him.

You soften when he laughs. Full and happy and, a much better expression than the sullen one from moments ago.

"Thank you for worrying about me," he says once he calms, the intensity of his gaze warming your face considerably.

"You don't need to thank me for that,"

"No, I do. I think with all the wins it's easy to forget sometimes how much all of this makes you feel. I know you know that boxing is my life but, that doesn't mean your feelings don't matter to me. I know it would twist my heart all the time seeing you in my position,"

For a man who's usually not the best with his words, he sure does know when to make you feel overwhelmed when he wants to.

"It's just hard sometimes, Kookie. I think today was just a really, really hard day but, you did such a great job. I'm so proud of you," you breathe, cupping his jaw and pressing a delicate kiss to his forehead.

"I think hearing you say that means more to me than any sized cheque or trophy ever could," he responds while his fingers draw patterns you can't decipher along your hips.

"Are you just trying to make me cry tonight?" You ask with a joking scowl on your face, the weight on your chest so much lighter now.

His dimples make an appearance from how hard he grins at you, "Maybe."

Getting home after a fight is always a mission and a half. Usually, Jungkook isn't too badly injured but, the two of you have to be careful and sometimes you need to help him manoeuvre his way around.

"I'm fine," he says as you two make your way to your front door.

"Yeah, that's why you're hunching over right now. Totally fine," you mutter, fumbling with your keys momentarily before finally stepping into your apartment. Jungkook limping after you.

"Okay, I'm mostly fine," he responds, heading to your bedroom.

You try your absolute hardest not to roll your eyes, "Do you need anything or do you want to head straight to bed?"

"Nah, I'm good. I cleaned up after the fight and Siyeon said she patched me up for the night so, I should be fine," he yells.

Honestly, you don't blame him. You're pretty exhausted too and you weren't even the one in the ring.

After making sure your door was locked, all your windows were securely shut and all of the lights were turned off, you join him. Air stills in your lungs as you take in the sight of him in nothing but, his boxers. Worry and anxiety had been clouding your mind earlier but, to say Jungkook is hot would be the understatement of the decade. Even with all his current injuries and scars from past fights sprinkled across his body, he's a sight to behold.

"I thought you'd be asleep," you say in a desperate attempt to distract yourself from the lecherous thoughts taking hold of your mind.

"I think I have too much left over energy," he sighs, large hands dragging along his muscular thighs. Focus. You need to focus. He's injured. Now isn't the time.

"Oh, do you have thoughts of how to get rid of it maybe?"

Anticipation and white hot desire coil in your gut when his gaze turns heavy and mischievous, "I can think of a few ways."

"Jungkook," you chastise, ignoring the dull ache building at the juncture of your thighs, "You're hurt. We can't."

"We can just be extra careful. Besides, don't you want to celebrate my win tonight with me?"

This man.

You'd be a bold faced liar if you said you didn't want him right now. Maybe that's what prompts you into succumbing to your baser instincts without much more of an argument. You pointedly ignore the smug grin that's spread across his face when you settle yourself in his lap.

"You're so annoying," is all the warning you give him before your mouth is on his. The kiss is frenzied and desperate from the offset. Hands running along each other's bodies needily, his settling on your hips and dragging you along his hardening cock while your own tug and fist at his hair.

He does have a way of bringing out the most desperate parts of you.

"We still have to be careful," you mutter, shivers running down your spine from the hot, open-mouthed kisses he pressed along your jaw and throat. His large hands snaking their way down to grab generous hanfuls of your ass.

"You worry too much," he pulls back enough to respond, smiling against your skin when you squirm in his hold as he lightly nips at your sensitive skin.

"You don't worry enough," you're impressed by your ability to quip back fast enough considering how quickly muddled your mind is becoming. Moaning when he finds your clit through your respective clothing, your panties sticking to you.

"Maybe you're right," he responds with glint to his usually soft eyes, tugging your shirt off of you so quickly that you barely have time to process what happened.

"But, life's too short," he finishes, glazed eyes intensely taking in the vision you make in just your bra.

His skillful fingers waste little time. Getting you out of your bra in what you're sure is record time and enveloping one of your hardened nipples in his warm, wet mouth. You're not sure who moans louder. Your nails biting into his biceps as he all but, crushes you to him. Losing himself in your tits while the two of you grind against each other to find any relief you can.

"Jung-Kookie ah," you cry out from a particularly hard suck. Goosebumps rising on your skin when he playfully runs his teeth along your nipple. His eyes meeting yours through his messy bangs while he continues to suckle on you to his satisfaction.

"I want you to sit on my face," are the first words out of his mouth when he unlatches himself with an obsence pop.

"I forget how demanding you can be on nights when you win," you laugh breathlessly, cupping his jaw in your hands and kissing him more gently than before. The two of you savouring each other and letting unadulterated affection be your guide.

Jungkook is about to whine when you pull away and get off of his lap, but his words quickly die on his tongue as he watches you wiggle out of your shorts and panties. His cock throbbing harshly in the confines of his boxers while he drinks your nudity in.

"Well? What're you waiting for?" You ask with a quirk of your eyebrow. Biting back a smirk at the mystified look on his pretty face.

"Oh, right. Sorry," he says, shifting upwards and laying on his back. Restless hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.

It feels nice to leave him a little flustered and desperate for once.

Jungkook's eyes are laser focused between your thighs when you shift to straddle his face, understandably so. You're beyond wet for him, and based on the way his lips part and his impatient hands grip your thighs and drag you onto his face, he's more than ready for this too.

The first lap of his expert tongue at your clit forces a moan louder than you anticipated out of you. Your shaky hands clutching your headboard for some semblance of stability as Jungkook licks and sucks and kisses with increasing frequency and intensity. The vibrations from his quiet moans and chest deep groans only serving to add to the toe-curling pleasure, rendering your body slack above him.

His hands move you on his tongue. Helping you ride his handsome face and, his tongue lapping out as much of your wetness as he can in his current position while his nose stimulates your sensitive clit. All you can do is mindlessly grind against his face and take everything he's willing to give you. Your orgasm building and the knot in your core growing increasingly tight with every flick of his tongue and nudge of his nose.

It's all over for you when he forces you against his tongue, hard. His fingers harshly gripping your plush thighs as he sucks and licks at your clit. All muddled mix of his name and moans and pleas fall from your lips while you ride out your release. Jungkook doesn't relent in the slightest. Continuing to tongue at you through it all, even when one of your hands drifts downwards to entangle itself in his luscious hair.

"Kookie, too-too much," you whine, using what minimal energy you have left to move off of his face. Shaky thighs supporting you as you hover above him.

Even though you quite literally just came, a flushed Jungkook covered in your release certainly could get you there once more if you pushed hard enough. He blinks up at you as if to escape some sort of trance he was in. Tongue poking out to lick up whatever traces of you he can.

"I wasn't done," he complains, his eyes on full bunny mode and his bottom lip jutting out in a pout. Light reflecting off of his piercing.

You roll your eyes, moving off of him altogether, "Well, I was. It was getting to be too much."

If you'd let him, Jungkook would happily spend the entire night with you over him. Forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you until you're close to blacking out. However, you think you're both too tired for all of that tonight. Even if he'd disagree.

Before he can complain further, you lean down to kiss him. Smiling into him when he gasps as your hand leisurely runs down his muscular chest. Palming him over his boxers, your walls throbbing, and the painful feeling of emptiness beginning to settle in. Maybe you can muster a little more energy.

Jungkook watches you in a daze. Realisation settling in when you hurriedly pull down his boxers and, his flushed cock slaps against his toned abdomen.

"Still complaining?" You tease, looking down at him. Taking him in your hand and reveling in the visible quiver you see run along his body.

"No," he groans, "Please,"

Fuck. He's so fucking unfair. How could you ever say no to him when he sounds like that?

Your lashes flutter, and you grit your teeth when you begin to sink down onto him. The stretch is borderline overwhelming but, so deliriously good that you soldier through. Your hands resting on him for purchase while you gain your bearings.

Jungkook, for his part, seems to be struggling just as much as you if his hold on your hips is any indication. Quiet moans reaching your ears when you he's fully sheathed inside of you. God, he always fills you so deliciously. Nestled so deeply inside of you that it makes your head fuzzy.

"Kookie," you chastise with little bite behind your words when he fucks up into you.

"Sorry, can't help it," he groans, his cock pulsing inside of you as the two of you remain unmoving.

"Always so impatient," you tease, slowly rising off of him before sinking back down. Your eyes rolling into the back of your skull from the earthshattering pleasure that courses through you.

Fortunately, it doesn't take you long to find your rhythm from there. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and your combined sounds of pleasure ringing out throughout your bedroom.

He always looks so beautiful underneath you like this. His inky locks sticking to his sweaty forehead, a faint blush colouring his cheeks with his lips parted. His glassy eyes taking in every part of you can.

"I love you," you mutter, leaning down to kiss him. It's messy and all spit and tongue, but you couldn't care less. Your rhythm growing increasingly sloppy as your second orgasm creeps up on you. One of your hands reaching between your overheated bodies in search of your clit.

"I love you too," he moans, his hands helping you along. A breathy 'fuck' falling from his bruised lips when your slick walls tighten around him. Practically begging for him to cum inside of you.

Jungkook forces you onto his cock when his orgasm slams into him. Your name and a symphony of groans all he seems to be capable of. You wouldn't be surprised if there were bruises on your hips in the morning.

Between the sensation of his thick, warm cum flooding your pussy, your fingers drawing frenzied patterns on your clit and watching his face contort in pleasure, it's no wonder your own release is triggered.

It takes everything in you not to just collapse onto him. Your muddied brain somehow still aware of all of his injuries. You both shudder as you gradually move off of him. Your combined releases leaking down your thighs and, likely smearing your sheets but, you're too tired to think about cleaning up right now.

"Come here," he mutters sleepily, making grabby hands at you.

If only everyone could see their champion now, you muse. Nuzzling into his side and wrapping your arm around his waist lightly. Trying your hardest not to aggravate any of his injuries any further.

He melts into you. Not taking long to slip into slumber, the slow rise and fall of his chest a welcome sight. It has been a long day, after all, and even the greatest need their rest.

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[megamett44-lover]

Chris Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: Based off “Never Say Never” by The Fray

Warnings/Notes: She/her pronouns, profanity, online bullying

Requested? No! (I have been re-watching The Vampire Diaries and forgot how good the soundtrack is. So prepare for more fics based off of songs<3)

Don’t Let Me Go

“Some things we don't talk about

Rather do without and just hold the smile”

Chris and I had a…complicated relationship, to say the least. Growing up together, he had become my best friend, my safe place. The only one I trusted completely with my heart. I guess that was my first mistake.

As we grew older, so did my feelings. They grew into something I couldn’t ever understand. I had thought my feelings had been one sided, but I was wrong. Both of us scared to lose our friendship, neither of us said anything.

“Falling in and out of love

Ashamed and proud of, together all the while”

It was Sophomore year when we had both confessed our feeling for each other. Both delirious at 3:00am, watching some stupid comedy, when his hand slipped into mine under the blanket we shared. Looking up to be met with his blue eyes boring into mine, he smiled.

“I love you, Y/n.” He had whispered softly.

Something we had often said to each other, somehow felt different; this statement from him had the weight of his whole heart on the line. And with all of the courage in my body, I threw my heart into the deep end with his, not caring where it would take us.

“And I love you, Chris.” I whispered, watching his eyes for any glimmer of doubt. Instead, I found the childlike innocence of pure, true love. The kind’ve look someone only has once in their lifetime; first to love, and to be loved.

From then on, we were one. Maybe to our own fault. When we were good, things were great. But…when things were bad, they were awful. Loving each other too much to the point of not loving each other at all; it had become too much.

“You can never say never

While we don't know when

But time and time again

Younger now, than we were before”

“I never want to see you again.” I said through the tears burning my eyes.

“Never say that again, Y/n L/n.” Chris said. “I don’t care if you’re not mine, I will always be yours. No matter what, I can promise you that.”

I was silent, my heart aching from the pain of crying. My knees threatening to buckle from beneath me at any moment, to fall back into Chris’ arms because as much as I hated to admit it, I had felt the same for him, no matter what I said.

But I stood strong, and watched as he walked toward my front door. Before closing it behind him, he turned to look at me one last time.

“My heart is yours, Y/n.” Chris said softly. “It always has been, and always will be.”

“Picture, you're the queen of everything

Far as the eye can see, under your command”

At 19, I had moved with Chris and his brothers to L.A. to pursue a YouTube channel of my own. Having pretty much overnight success, I felt as if I was on top of the world. I had truly made something of myself.

“I’m so proud of you, baby.” Chris said, wrapping me in his arms. “You deserve it all, and I will be there with you every step of the way.”

Pulling back from his embrace, I looked into his eyes; the same eyes that looked back at me when we were just 16, confessing our teenage crushes. Now older, they resembled the pride he had, the admiration he held for me; the love we had shared for years, only growing stronger.

“I will be your guardian

When all is crumbling, I'll steady your hand”

“God why did he chose her?”

“She’s just using him for her own gain lmao”

“Idk I think it’s kinda sweet that Chris is doing some charity work”

Reading the comments of Chris’ most recent Instagram post announcing our relationship, had my eyes watering. I was no stranger to the hate, I had been dealing with it since I was featured in one of the Triplets YouTube videos. The speculation that I might be dating one of them, the hate had spread all over my social medias; but this time was ten times worse.

With the confirmation of our love, the internet responded with hate. Burying my face into my knees, I let the tears flow freely, something I had never done. I knew it was pointless to cry, but I couldn’t help it; everyone has their breaking points, and this one was mine.

“Y/n! I’m back from the st-” Chris stops at the sight of me crying on his bedroom floor. “Oh, baby what’s wrong?” He asks, putting a finger under my chin so I revealed my face to him.

“It’s stupid.” I said, wiping my eyes. “Really, I’m fine, just stressed.”

Chris looked at me quizzically before eyeing the phone beside me, Instagram comments still open.

“Oh Y/n,” He said, brushing a piece of hair behind my ear. He grabbed my phone, scanning the comments himself, scoffing to himself. “I hope you aren’t actually taking these to heart.”

He picked me up, holding me in his arms. “You, Y/n L/n, are the most beautiful girl in the world, with the most infectious laugh I’ve ever heard. You are everything to me, no matter what anyone says or thinks. I love you so much, more than I’ve ever loved anyone. So don’t let that bullshit get to you, because that’s all it is, bullshit.”

By this point I’m laughing, my arms wrapped around his neck. “You done?” I asked.

“Do you believe me?” Chris asked. “Because if not, I’m gonna be forced to keep reminding you how much I love you.”

“We're growing apart…”

Navigating our relationship since we had gone public had been hard. With all the retaliation from his fans pouring in, it became hard for me to listen to Chris, opposed to the thousands of others who wanted to see our relationship to break.

“Chris,” I say, standing in the doorway of his room. “I think we need to take a break.”

Looking up from his phone, his eyes wide. He approaches me. “What, why?” He asks, bewildered.

I sigh, fighting the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes. “I just…I need time.” I whisper. “This is all so much, it’s taking a toll on me.”

I look up to see a tears in Chris’ eyes. Placing a hand on my cheek, he pulls me closer. “I never want to hurt you.” He says. “Take all the time you need, I’ll be right here waiting, whenever you’re ready.”

“…but we pull it together

Pull it together, together again”

A month later, and I wish I could’ve said I was doing better. Truthfully, I felt as though I was missing a piece of myself, my other half, my best friend.

Typing out a simple: “I need you.” and hitting send was probably one of the best decisions I had ever made in my entire life. In 5 minutes flat, there was a rapid knocking on my door.

Opening the door, I see Chris, soaking wet from the rain that was beating down on my house. Throwing myself outside into his arms, I couldn’t care less about the rain; I was home.

“Don’t let me go.” I whisper.

“Don’t let me go.” He whispered back, holding me tightly.

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[bizabumblebee]

tell us about yunobo

why's he ur funky lil guy

id love to hear why

This is a very good ask I don’t think I’ve ever actually told anyone why I like Yunobo so much

Preemptive spoiler alert for both Breath of the Wild and Tears of the Kingdom by the way

(Also this turned into a bit of a character analysis on Yunobo I’m so sorry it’s so ridiculously long lmao)

Personally my favorite Zelda “race” or whatever has always been gorons, huge fellas who mine rocks and eat rocks and are rocks, just big ol walking boulders with kind souls, I think they’re very silly and cute. But I really like Yunobo because he’s not really like any of the other gorons (He’s not like other girls!!), because he’s so much more… emotional? I guess? In each of the Goron race’s appearances throughout the Zelda games they’re portrayed pretty much the same way, either tough and brave and heroic (Like Darunia, Daruk and Darmani), or chill and generally nonchalant (Like… pretty much every other goron). Though they are kind and playful, they’re also tough and unmoving as stone. Yunobo (on a surface level), is neither of these things. When you first meet him in BotW he runs and yelps in fear, and a great portion of the fan base calls him a coward because of this. He’s very unsure of himself, and unsure of a lot of things in general. In the artbook “Creating a Champion”, his description is as follows:

“Yunobo is the grandchild of the Champion Daruk. He has an adult body but still has some growing up to do. He is easily frightened by monsters and isn't exactly what one might call brave, but, driven by thoughts of protecting his people, he gathers enough courage to aid Link in quelling the Divine Beast Vah Rudania. He is earnest and naive, readily believing nearly anything anyone tells him.”

So yeah. He’s a scaredy-cat. He’s a pushover. He’s incredibly naive and a bit childish.

AND YET.

He helped save his people, and the entirety of Hyrule… TWICE. Because he is brave. Bravery is not an immediate heroic desire to face any danger for the sake of the greater good.

It is action in spite of fear.

He is afraid. He’s unsure, and he’s flighty, and he’s defensive. But he swallows these fears and chooses to act in spite of them, helping link to take back control of Vah Rudania, and saving his people. For me, seeing the journey Yunobo takes to find his courage is a lot more satisfying than if he were just already a brave go-getter from the moment you meet him.

And then things get even more interesting in the second game (again, spoilers for TotK ahead).

After he helps Link take back Vah Rudania and Calamity Ganon is defeated, Yunobo goes right to helping his people recover from the the post-calamity craziness. He’s incredibly devoted to them. He’s a helper through and through, willing to do anything it takes for the sake of others. His loyalty knows absolutely no bounds. But unfortunately, this can get the better of him.

Like when his good friend “Zelda” shows up and gives him some weird mask and tells him to put it on.

Honestly, when I saw Yunobo for the first time in TotK, I was one of the many people who was terrified that Nintendo might have made him an asshole for no reason. I mean, they gave Sidon a wife so people would stop shipping him with Link, I wouldn’t put it past them (totally backfired though lol, now they’re just a polycule).

But instead they had actually put him into one of my favorite character tropes: self-conscious but good-natured character easily susceptible to corruption (See: Luigi [SPM], Bolin [TLoK], Locksley [AS:TNC] -they’re all also green for some reason? Crazy). I really like this particular trope because it shows the very real (and frankly scary) way that those with the best intentions can most easily be led astray. As someone who’s kinda struggled with having a people-pleaser personality (incredibly susceptible to peer-pressure, neglecting my own needs over the needs of others, not able to set boundaries, etc), this trope is a relatable cautionary tale for me. Those who just want to help more often than not end up helping those with bad intentions without realizing.

Buuuuut I won’t go too far into all that (it’ll get sad fast eugh)

My main point is that Yunobo is brave, kind, and loyal (even to a fault), and for me that’s a wonderful formula for a character as nervous and dopey as him. Yeah he’s got rocks for brains, but he’s got a heart as big as a lynel’s. I don’t throw this term around liberally but I would say he could definitely count as a himbo.

Ugggghhh this is getting too long ffs. I’ll just list a couple more reasons why he’s important to me specifically.

He is… very large. Ahem. I like big fellas. You know how it is. ANYWAY

He’s a bit dopey but he’s definitely not incompetent. He’s the president of a highly successful mining company and he’s helped save Goron City (and the entirety of Hyrule) TWICE. That’s pretty cool. I’ve seen a lot of people shit on him in the first game for “always getting spotted by the drones” but like. Dude that’s your fault. He told you he would come when called and stop when told to, it’s on you if he walks into a searchlight.

He’s got very intriguing lore (to me at least), that leaves a lot of room for speculation. Like, he’s the “grandson” of Daruk, but how does that work?? Gorons are born from the mountain itself, they don’t give birth. There’s a pair of Gorons in TotK that call themselves “brothers” (still a bit confusing since most gorons throughout the series call each other brother anyway), but they explain it was because they were born in the same cave at the same time, so they’re like family. Does this mean Yunobo was just born in the same cave Daruk was, and therefore inherited his “genes” and his magical abilities? Maybe! Maybe it’s a really cool special cave, right at the summit or something, where his whole lineage was born all the way back to the first sage of fire. Cool stuff to think about!

He’s not the leader of his people, in either game. That job belongs to Bludo. In the second game he’s definitely got a lot more influence and does occupy a position of leadership, but he’s not the chief. He’s just some Goron. The role of aiding link in both games is thrust onto him entirely because of his lineage. But he takes responsibility for it. He understands the power he holds, both as a champion’s descendant and as the Sage of Fire, and he steps up to the role. He feels a responsibility to his people and his city, even despite not being its official leader like the other champion’s descendants. That’s pretty cool.

He’s very sweet! I’ve talked about how kind and caring he is already but there’s a difference between doing it with a stoic sense of heroism or duty, and doing it with a big dopey grin and a genuine care for those he cares about. He’s often unsure and self-conscious, and yet he’s surprisingly optimistic about most things a lot of the time. He has a big smile (most gorons do), but he has an absolutely heart-melting laugh. I often tear up during the cutscene in which he sees the spirit of Daruk reclaiming Vah Rudania, him laughing and waving with such genuine joy and excitement, aghhhh it’s too much. Joe Hernandez certainly did a great job putting authenticity into Yunobo’s (and Daruk’s) emotions, this cutscene especially.

He has the best secret stone ability (gameplay wise). You cannot change my mind. Tulin is great for mobility and the other two are fine for tactical combat stuff, but none of them even come close to the versatility and power of Yunobo. Don’t have any good rock-breaking weapons and don’t want to use up bombs or zonai devices? Yunobo! Using a control stick-operated machine and can’t pull out your bow to snipe that pesky aerocuda? Yunobo! Wanna separate a big group of enemies from each other without wasting bombs? Yunobo! And don’t even get me started on the fact that when he’s on a vehicle, he’s got zero cooldown. You can hop on a hoverboard and decimate a molduga just by dribbling Yunobo on its head like a basketball.

All this being said I certainly think Yunobo is too often overlooked by fans for “being a coward”, or just… being a Goron? Gorons in general have often been a bit neglected in favor of the other more serious, conventionally attractive and *cough* slimmer *cough* Zelda races. It’s a bit disheartening seeing the amount of fan artists who don’t even have a clue how to approach drawing Yunobo or Daruk, simply because they don’t know how to draw bulky, fat or muscled characters. But I won’t preach too much on the subject, haha.

Long story short, I love Yunobo a whole lot and I’d love to give him a big hug and a smooch. That’s about it :))))

Also here’s a little sketch I made of him as a bonus for reading all that haha

#loz botw #loz totk #botw #totk #yunobo #gorons #text post #totk spoilers #dear god this is so long I’m sorry #I just have a lot to say about yuno!!! he’s very cool #ask #my art

[jupiter-nwn]

Heyyyy friend! can you tell me about your favorite Dream headcanons please? :3

OMG OMG OMG OMG HAIIII HAI HAI

GOD GOD GOD YES YES YES!! I GET TO TALK ABOUT MY SILLY HEADCANONS!! (spoiler alert: they're not that silly, I love to watch Dream suffer in a blorbo way) Gonna put this under a read more cause holy damn it's getting long-

Before we start, I think it's kinda obvious at this point, considering I always use they/them for Dream, that I heavily headcanon them to be Non-binary; it makes a lot of sense to me! also to list off the self-indulgent headcanons, definitely AuDHD. Like Ink. Yeah. They're both ND as HELL, and also, since I LOVE it when people think of the sanses as having their creators' nationality + accent + knowing their languages; for me Dream's spanish, which is great cause I am spanish too! and I love Dream :3

(and also bc I think it's cute that both Cross and the twins can speak spanish following that headcanon, like they can gossip in secret teehee :3)

Now, to start, well, well, well, well... I feel like people don't play enough with the fact that Dream and Nightmare are basically just energy; like, Nightmare does use his appearance and properties to kinda scare people but he's also not the same NM under the tree, so it changes, but Dream tho!!

I wrote a oneshot once on AO3 where Dream's like very excited over very mundane technology for us, and Cross is the one to kinda explain to them how that works (and NM too, it was a wholesome platonic fic with Cross bonding with the twins), while Cross also takes note of all the very... magical qualities the twins have, fae-like even. It's kinda well-known that Core and Dream are good friends but for me, part of why they connect well is bc they're both in that strange cusp of "neither monster nor human; knowing a lot about this world but still struggling to connect with it on an organic level", bc of Dream's knowledge on the balance and energies and Core's--- whole thing.

Also, it is canon that Dream has a fear of owls bc they can turn their heads 180º and they have big eyes so Dream finds it spooky that they can always look at you, and I can't confirm if this is "100% canon" but I've been told that Dream's claustrophobic as well. Now, other things that I'd say would be hard triggers for Dream, well, people say apples could trigger them but personally? I think apples must be nostalgic to Dream, both bc Nightmare and also bc they represent their mom; I'd say Dream just gets rather extreme nostalgia around apples, probably not fond of ACTUALLY eating them tho lmao

Personally, I'd like to expand on the claustrophobia thing bc of course it'd remind them of their time as a statue, the small space with no way of connecting with the outside, that'd spook them, but I wanna expand it to them getting extremely anxious whenever they can't move in any way; so like, they heal fast bc of their healing abilities and durability but if they were to, idk, break a bone and need to lay in bed for a couple hours, that'd get them very very anxious. And that comes from both the statue and also a huge huge huge need to be "useful" and "productive". Dream was also abused before NM's corruption but their abuse was more like. Being forced to please the villagers and so and so; like, feeling less like themself and more like a tool to others.

But yeah, also while I said that apples wouldn't be a trigger in the sense of making them panic, fire surely is, since it burned the tree down and is very connected to the day of NM's corruption. Basically, I do think that they panic in a major way whenever there's a lot of fire around or something really smells like burning (so imagine the situation whenever Ink tries to cook something and forgets about it later smh) like, those memories of the Day Of Doom would come back FAST.

Also, going back on that time as a statue thing, I've written posts about this before but like, fanfics often end up describing Dream as having "perfect pearly white bones" and like, probably not!! my guy spent 493 years as a statue! stone chips and erodes! their bones probably have small flaws! nothing major, but they're probably imperfect like that!!

This is getting so long, I'm so sorry 😭, I'll just list off some other miscellaneous headcanons that don't need that much more explanation: Dream, again, has AuDHD, but also AvPD (since that includes a LOT of people-pleasing and self-deprecation); definitely a workaholic if I've ever seen one. Dream's canonically demi-aro and ace + implied to be pan (as in, said to not care about the gender of their partner/s, y'know) and I kinda share that but my self-indulgent side wants them to be ominsexual like me (in practice, they're still mspec, all good all good), I headcanon them super duper heavily to be non-binary, like, their gender isn't just "blank", but it's just nothing remotely CLOSE to "man" or "woman". I headcanon them to use they/them and ae/aer :3

And. Oh dear. Oh wow. That's a huge ramble ashjgbsjdfh!! but I mean, you did ask ME, The Dream Guy, to talk about Dream The Guy, so like, yyyyyyup yup yup. But still, I'M SO SORRY THIS IS SUCH A LONG POST 😭😭😭😭😭😭

My other headcanons end up being so self-indulgent and "ooc"-ish (smh they make sense in the context of them being other au's) that I didn't feel justified putting them in here cause they're not that justified either, some of my headcanons are just so random, like my headcanon that Killer plays the violin. Why? who knows!! not me!! I have no proof!! but!!

#long post #utmv #dream sans #dreamtale dream #dsfshgbbsdjfhbgsjdhfbg #dream sans headcanons #utmv headcanons

[shoezuki]

Shoe im too sleep deprived to go zooming on all those screenshots and redownloadong the bird app, may i ask what is happening w the dream drama u posted? I love ur summaries, they make me laugh about things i am gratefully unaware of

My beloved anon im sorry it took me this long. But i am lazy. No other reason really. So i am now chronicling this dhit on my phone. And oh fuck dude is it a trip

SO. this fuckery began with quackity announcing the QSMP. He did so on the 17th of march and whatever the fuck. He mentioned it earlier than this (edit: just checked but the First announcements was the 10th)

And this is all great. New server that fucks. But what truly started all this. Was dream's tweet on his private twitter.

Im gonna try to be kinda impartial qnd jus. Explain it all as is but first i gotta say who says this shit lmao. So quackity announces his new project and is very passionate about it, he tweets more on his alt(?) About how much it means to him to bring his two languages spanish and english together. And dream on private is like 'wow cool! Guys dont get mad at me when i announce the same thing later tho haha' its just so weird.

But anyways. The usmp wasnt even A Thing. Only written instance of dream makin a multilingual server was in a tweet defending himself from copying quackity. (Altho he allegedly mentions in streams or whatever wanting yo do things w other ppl from other languages? But that shit dont count n im not diggin audio n videos out fuck that).

The actual, official announcement of dream makin a usmp was april 2nd (idk why this says the 3rd but whatever) wherein he announces the 'first multilingual smp' with a list of languages that will be on it such as portugese, spanish, english, russian, etc. And that it has live translation.

The same day, quackity releases a tweet labelling the qsmp as the 'first multilingual smp' and that he is introducing a live translation system to it. Mr beast connects that the usmp and qsmp are similar to which dream responds. Quackity doesnt respond, nor does he acknowledge the usmp at all.

Dream's response is essentially theyre different in that qsmp is spanish and english, he announced his live translator first, they had 'similar good ideas'.

So. This sparked a lot of drama and discussion. Because of the 'first multilingual' bit in that people began discrediting qsmp as it was 'only' english and spanish, and therefore was bilingual and not multilingual. Altho others countered thid by saying quackity himself called it a multilingual server in his streams. Not to mention the idea that the translator was copied but regardless both those things are kinda stupid arguments and just drama inspired by the comparisons.

More notably is that dream team were making fun of the 'first multilingual server' bit after this. Dream was liking some jokes at it as well

Dream also liked some. Vaguely sexual/romantic 'they should just kiss already' art of him and quackity?

Also after this dream started somewhat addressing/replying to quackity more. Quackity didnt respond to any of it.

Dream also tweeted this on his private the day after

Most narrowed in on the 'this wouldnt have happened without quackity' and was often interpretted as dream saying quackity HELPED him w it in some way or that there was more collab behind the scenes but we will find that to be false. Because. On april 27th. Dream dropped his magnum opus. Which i will include in one screenshot.

Anyways i seriously encourage reading the full thing here because its. Something. Theres so much. It is literally 1.7k words. A lot of it is repetitive but i will. Try. To summarize it.

Essentially dream is writing that he has been trying to contact quackity for some time now with no response. He has been messaging him about how theyve ended up with similar servers (therefore noting that neither one know of the other). This gets nothing. Dream tries contacting quackity more publically with jokes. Nothing. He starts going through secondary sources by talkin to ppl to message quackity for him (i think some people who dream knows that are on the qsmp. Unsure who) but quackity doesnt say shit. Dream is being absolutely ghosted.

Im also noting this last paragraph in his first tweet where he describes being 'taken back' when quackity announces the qsmp live translator after his usmp announcement, because he 'knew it would cause more drama'.

He says he messages quackity so they can plan how to deal with the 'vitriol' between the teo 'communities' and that the drama can be solved with 'communication'. He is ghosted. He also mentions that he puts the usmp 'on hold' in the 2nd tweet so it all can be dealt with and he can 'extend love and support to quackity'. Most notably he says that its alluded that quackity wouldnt let ppl who were on the usmp couldnt be on the qsmp which dream tries to say makes sense for quackity to do.

Theres apparently a fucking image limit on the tumblr app which ive hit so i am now not using images and speedrunning this shit. But im quoting this one thing exactly as its most important:

"That being said, I’ve seen the communities split against each other and have tons of hate build around this and around the speculations of peoples motives and friendships and so on, and it’s really really harmful to the community as a whole. I have seen more threats, doxing, fights, slander, and hate between a bunch of fan bases that I’ve seen in a very long time. I personally have experienced an elevated level of in real life threats & stalkers & even had the police involved in somebody showing up at my house, & even putting trackers on my family vehicles, surrounding this drama, for the first time since pre-face reveal. That’s really why I feel like I have to say something about it despite me wanting to avoid any kind of serious talk about all of this, especially even talking about communication publicly feels wrong but necessary in this instance. I never like to air out anything that feels or is private, but I feel like in this case it’s really important for my fan base to be aware of my intentions, motives, thought process, and how we got to where we are. I’ve always been a creator that’s very open with my fan base about everything going on in my life and this is a massive thing right now for my friends & me"

His last tweet begins with him saying he 'doesnt want anymore drama' and ends eith him saying he loves quackity and believes this is all just a miscommunication.

Now, obviously, shit blew up. Hes been ratiod a few times by people meming it. Ive seen many people on quackity's 'side' saying that the usmp doesnt even exist yet, dream is the one causing drama, etc. And people on dream's 'side' saying quackity is being horrible and needs address this because its caused dream to be in danger. Most importantly. Quackity didnt address it at all.

But then quackity announced he was going live in an hour. And a lot assumed hed say something. But he didnt. His stream was roughly 15 minutes long and it was entirely quackity announcing that he was introducing brazilian/portugese speaking streamers onto the qsmp.

Anyways. Theres a lot of details but my hand hurts now. A big thing is whether qsmp or usmp was 'first'. Imo theres a lot more pointing towards quackity having had this is store for a longass time, as he had been hinting and a project of his for months and more notably the qsmp is so organized and put together i doubt he couldve had it finished up 'after' dream as dream's nonexistent server was an idea he got after that squidcraft thing in early March i think?

More recently (i think today) i saw that quackity apparently took two emojis off his twitch that were dream roblox characters and i saw people freaking out in r/dwt2 about how quackity could be so petty? But ya. My condolences if youve read all this.

#fuck everyone this aint going under a readmore SUFFER. #anyways. opinion of the author: dream is fucked up hoohmygod. #dream #dream hate #dream neg #discourse #anon

[tonberry-yoda]

hi hi!!! for the fall event can i request #11 w/ buggy? its a costume one so if the reader could be dressed up as a banana (lmao) that would be great!! maybe everyone else is like "what the heck" but buggy is all over it and thinks it's adorable? :) thank you!! 🥺💜

Your Costume Looks Great - Buggy 🎃

notes - Thank you anon! This was such a silly idea and I liked how I wrote it! I hope you like it too! Lots of love to you and I hope you have a great Halloween!! <3333 word count - 266

Buggy waited by the front door for you to come down. The two of you were going to be handing out candy for the night and Buggy had already started. Now he was just waiting to see your costume. You had refused to tell him and refused to let him look in your closet or shop with you. He really wanted to know what it was since you were keeping such a big secret.

"Babe," Buggy called up to you. "There's starting to be more kids, are you almost done?"

"Almost!" you called back. To be honest, you were a little nervous to come down in your costume. You were making it such a big surprise for Buggy and he probably thought it was going to be something sexy or cool. It was neither of those, it was a goddamn banana. You wanted to wear it to be silly and you knew that the trick or treaters would love to see you in it and get a good laugh. You thought you looked amazing in it in the funniest way possible, but you still felt like Buggy was going to be disappointed somehow.

Finally, you built up the courage to walk downstairs. Buggy saw you and immediately started laughing. "Oh my god, y/n."

He ran over to you and hugged you, still laughing. "Your costume looks great!"

"Really?" you chuckled.

"Of course! It only makes sense to go as something stupid." Buggy pointed to himself and he was just a clown, but with goofier make up than usual.

You knew you were worried about nothing.

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2023 @tonberry-yoda– do not repost or claim ANY of my work as your own! likes, reblogs, and comments are not only welcome, but appreciated

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#this is so sillyyyy #tonberry answers #asks #anon #requests #writing #my writing #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #fall event #event #fall #october #halloween #op #op x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #buggy #buggy x reader #buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #<3

[survivalove]

imagine being this mad because your favorite character isn’t the fan favorite lmao, Zuko was just objectively a better written and more interesting character than Aang. like, you realize this isn’t really about ships, it’s about the fact that no matter how much bs you project onto Aang, he’s still just not as compelling of a character (now go ahead and play the race card again hun I know you wanna even tho we both know what you’re about) ✌🏾

I can’t possibly know what you’re mad at since I haven’t posted anything in like a week?

but yeah if arcs about racist entitled losers sitting on colonial thrones in the end is what you find interesting and compelling, great for you! was saying race card like a karen, calling me hun or using a brown hand emoji while being conveniently anonymous supposed to intimidate me?

in fact, this fandom in general seems to be quite racist and imperialistic as well so I’m not too bothered by your tastes or what the likes of you have to say about any of my favorite characters. (also idk why you wrote this as if my favorite character is aang 😭 if you had stalked me better, you’d know who my 2 favorite characters are)

but since this is about aang, all the anonymous asks and bad fandom takes in the universe won’t change the fact that he is the main character, he is the one with the most impact on every other character’s development (especially that tired redemption trope) and he is the most recognizable and iconic character in the entire franchise and animation in general tbh 🤷🏿‍♀️

you can keep talking about shippers and projection or whatever it is you could possibly be referring to and neither the facts nor my opinions will be changing.

which is unfortunate for you, since my dislike of the fandom’s baby uwu colonizer seems to be haunting you.

#my asks #i’m starting to think this is the same person over and over again #because the cringe hun and the projection argument again? #lmao #i barely talk about aang how am i gonna project on him please #but we can talk about how a lot of you have warped the canon into something that it’s not #i blame the white men and the self insert ‘redeemed’ colonizer trope for that tho #i’d be less mad if they wrote it well but alas #they do not possess the vernacular #and thus the vermin that was the atla fandom was born #anti zuko #anti zutara #antizutara #antizuko

[leshyleaf]

DND sounds super fun, but I don’t know how to play. What are the rules?

I am not a dnd expert by any means, but. Yeah !

oh my god I forgot about hp and dying rules too. damn, oh well

Im also running on exactly 0 hours of sleep so forgive the quality of this post haha AAHHH

Important clarification about d20 rolls by @krisrussel that i forgot to mention under the cut lmao

This is great, but I have to clarify something. Rolling a 20 on a check does not mean an automatic succes, neither does rolling a 1 mean an automatic fail. Those only apply during combat. When you roll for a check, the DM will have a DC in mind (making it an very easy check DC5 or a crazy difficult check DC30). Let’s say you do want to try that crazy backflip and your dex mod is +5. Now if you roll a 1 and the DM was like: “this backflip is supereasy for you, so the DC is 5, you make it since your total is 6.” Now if you roll a 20, but the DM is like: “The ground is mud and you’re still in pain from your injuries, so this backflip is gonna be superhard, so I put the DC on 26 and you only rolled a 25, so you don’t make it.”

So once more: critical hits and fails do not apply during skillchecks, only during combat.

#I feel like it is also important to mention that there are DIGITAL DIE and playing over discord is totally fun too 😎 #dnd #undertale #bc they’re in there #asks #dungeons and dragons #yay #my art

[here2bbtstrash]

alright besties~*~ i feel i owe you an update so let's strap in, shall we?

TLDR: the final chapter of LDOMLT is not gonna be ready by 1/31. i don't know when it will be done, but i do know that i want to take my time with it and not force it. this means you're going to see me post other writing before i post chapter 11. if that makes you sad, i'm sorry (and also: me too lol). LDOMLT is not dead, it's not cancelled, it's not even on hiatus. i just can't say when the last chapter will be posted right now. once i feel like i can commit to a date, i will shout it from the damn rooftops lmao. but right now, i need to switch gears.

i hope you can understand or at the very least respect this choice, and please know that i love you all so so much. i just wanna give you the best ending possible, and as it turns out, that shit takes time!

longer version under the cut 💜

siiiiiiigh. i didn't want to have to make this post 😭 but y'all, i am really, really blocked. i kept telling myself that i would figure it out, magically get unblocked (it's happened before!) and be able to meet my 1/31 date (or if not 1/31, then at least 2/5...... hello grammys 👀). but right now neither date seems like a possibility, if i'm honest with myself. in part because i've got a whole stew of personal life shit going on as well! (some of it not so good, and some of it ..... very good lol 😏)

and the way i've been spinning my wheels over this is starting to feel unproductive and honestly, not great for my mental health (i **cried** last night because i was so frustrated that i couldn't make words happen. we'll blame that one on my period but 😩 omg! tears!!!)

so... what do i do? well, i actually feel like playing that ask game the other day made me realize: i need to write other things right now. amazing how the moment i put down this chapter 11 draft, ideas and words just flew out of my brain so easily!! and i have all these other wips i'm dying to get to, but i kept telling myself "not until we finish chapter 11", and i think that's gotten me into a bit of a mental bind 😞

so, as previously hinted at in past posts - i am gonna move forward with ~*~jihope month~*~ in february and allow myself to work on other things 💜 i'll make a separate announcement for that soon, but i'm very excited to dedicate a whole month to writing and reading about my two best boys 😩 and i'll be taking drabble requests too, which i think is gonna help me find my footing again creatively ✨

i know it might be disappointing to see me post writing that isn't LDOMLT chapter 11, so let me preemptively say: i get it 😞 and i'm sorry 😞 and i really really REALLY 👹 also wanted this chapter to be out before february. but the muse has other plans! and i just have to make peace with that even if i hate it lmao. i hope you all can understand where i'm coming from, and if you can't understand it, i hope you can at the very least respect it 💜

to be clear: i'm not gonna stop work on this chapter, but i'm also not gonna force it. if i manage to unblock and get it finished in february, i'll post it in february! (sorry to jimin and hobi lmao) but i don't want to try and hold myself to yet another date only to watch it zoom by with my chapter still unfinished, because that shit is depressing lmao. so right now, i cannot give you any kind of timeline on when ch11 will come. only that it will, and that i'm never ever gonna give up!! 💪

i also hope you can understand that i won't be answering asks about when chapter 11 is coming, and imma be swift with the block button if anyone tries to guilt me about this decision 💜 because i love y'all endlessly, but let us not forget that i do this shit for free, on top of a full-time job and the rest of my life (and now also on top of getting laid irl 🎉)

however, i have no doubt that 99.9% of y'all are going to be nothing but kind and supportive about this 🥺🥺🥺 i've already gotten so many lovely asks and comments and messages (not all of which i've replied to 💀) and i will never find the proper words to tell you how much i appreciate them. when you tell me to take my time and not stress, that you'll wait as long as it takes, that you want me to rest and take care of myself. it means so much and idk what i did to deserve such wonderful people and friends reading my work - all i can say is thank you thank you thank you 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

so yeah 😩 not the announcement i wanted to make, but it's the one i have to make right now. writing is so hard sometimes 😭 but i am determined to give this series an ending that i'm proud of and satisfied with! it just needs a little more time to get there. 💜

#mposting #LDOMLT updates 🖥

[lesbianrobin]

Would you be willing to share any tropes or pet peeves you have with the fandoms intepretation of HOH! Steve? No pressure at all but I know it’s gaining popularity and that fandoms historically have a shit record with disability and you’ve spoken about your frustrations with that tag. Also thank you for sharing the link to the movie!! I’ve been wanting to watch more historical films especially ones that push back against assumptions of what the past was capable of!

omg YES thank you for asking!!! so to preface for anybody who doesn't know: i myself am hard of hearing and i used to post about steve being hard of hearing sometimes prior to s4, but i haven't posted about it much since it became a Thing in the fandom because i don't trust other people on my posts lmao.

so honestly this is gonna be less about specific tropes and more of a broad ideological discussion bc i don't usually read the hoh steve fics i scroll past and i don't want to act like i Know exactly what all of them are like based off just the few i have read. however, i Have seen the tags and summaries and read the first few paragraphs of a lot of them, and i feel like that's enough for me to have like. an opinion. so ANYWAY.

my first issue is just that pretty much everyone i've seen writing hoh steve is hearing themselves. there's nothing inherently wrong with that, but the thing is that hoh steve is like. entirely a creation of fandom, yknow? there's not rly anything in canon that indicates steve has poor hearing--honestly, if anything, he seems to have rather keen ears (picking up on the background music in the russian code in s3, being the first one to hear dustin in the upside down in s4). you can certainly reverse-engineer it and argue that poor school performance can be an indicator of poor hearing, that his head injuries could potentially cause hearing loss, but neither of those are things where hearing loss naturally comes to mind without somebody looking for it, so this begs the question of why. what exactly is motivating these hearing people to write this character as hoh?

i've noticed some things that tend to go along with hoh steve. one is steddie, which is kind of a given in the st fandom at this point, but it's the things that go along with that which concern me. the "babygirl steve" thing where steve is woobified and feminized to the point of being nigh-unrecognizable seems quite common among these fics. steve often has other medical problems as well--he needs glasses, he gets migraines, he has memory loss, he's depressed, he's got chronic pain, etc, etc, and my disability is just another thing on a laundry list of issues that is seemingly employed for the sole purpose of making steve sad and hurt and pitiable so that (usually) eddie can come along and save him/baby him. i'm not gonna act like i've never tossed some shit at steve to make him suffer in a fic, but it's always for like. a Reason. and that reason has never once been just so i could ship him with somebody and make them into his savior.

i think a lot of people writing hoh steve just don't necessarily have great intentions with it, yknow? they see it as a way for steve to suffer nobly in silence and be self-sacrificial, or they think it's cute to make steve deaf since eddie plays loud music (???).

there are a lot of things i love about being hard of hearing. i love that i get to have a unique appreciation of sound that not everybody has. i love that i can take out my hearing aids when the world is too much. i love that i still discover new sounds at the age of twenty-two. did you guys know that dishwashers make noise? i didn't until today! my house was quiet and i kept hearing something strange until i tracked it down and realized! i love that i have a sense of wonder about every noise i hear! and while i don't begrudge anybody their enjoyment of hoh steve content, i have yet to see any that comes remotely close to capturing these feelings, so it's just not for me.

also this is a silly pet peeve but why is it that in these fics steve almost always learns asl and like rarely has hearing aids? like sorry but unless he's completely deaf that's out of character. steve harrington is not learning a whole new language unless he absolutely has to and has literally no other options. they had hearing aids in the eighties. c'mon people.

anyway. sorry that was so long lmao and thank you for asking!! also thank you for actually reading and caring about my within our gates post!! i highly recommend looking up some 1920s music to listen along with the film, though you can honestly listen to whatever you want--at the time, films didn't typically have dedicated scores, and individual theaters would provide their own musical accompaniment however they saw fit. oftentimes this meant a live musician would play piano during the film, and improvise to suit the mood/plot! happy viewing 💕

#asks #em talks #lesbianrobin.canon

[the-cult-of-russo]

Head Like A Hole (part 2)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader 

Warnings: cursing, fluff I guess lmao, unhinged Billy-boo, mention of attempted sexual assault and murder.

A/N: I’m just out here writing part twos to these things that no one’s asking for looooool I was working on part 2 for Sorry but this came to me and I have to get this shit out of me or I’d never write it. Sorry if there’s any typos. I use two spell checkers but I swear, whenever I reread my shit after it’s posted, I always find them lmaooo

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You put the cap back on the concealer before staring blankly at your reflection. It wasn't great. It wasn't concealing as much as you’d hoped. The mark was still showing, although it looked a hell of a lot better than the bright purple black eye that it was without it. As your eyes trailed down the floor-length mirror, you grimaced. The bruise on your right side where your ribs were looked awful, and you didn't have enough concealer or time to try to cover that one up. You put your silk robe on, tying it carefully with a wince. Jerry had told you to take some time off to heal, but you didn't want to miss out on the money. It wasn't like you needed it. You had so much stashed away so you could have a lavish retirement when you grew bored of this. Some might say you loved money a little too much. That wasn't the only reason though. Today was one of Billy’s days, not that you’d be doing your normal stuff with him. It had been two months since that night he’d blown your mind and it became routine. He came in on the three days he usually did, but then he’d be with you afterwards, always showing you a good time. Work felt lonely and boring on the days he wasn't here and you always looked forward to seeing him. It was still brutal, kinky and animalistic sex with him, the only change being that he’d stay a little longer afterwards now as you both just lay with each other calmly. He was still paying you $5000 a night, and you felt like $15000 a week was a little much considering you felt like he was servicing you and not the other way around. You’d mentioned it once, that he didn't need to pay so much, but he’d completely ignored your comment so you left it. You didn't know how to feel about Billy coming in today though. Didn't know how he’d react when he saw the state of you. You glared at your split lip, it had scabbed over but was still very fucking noticeable and no amount of lipstick could cover it. You’d be working as a server until you felt better, Jerry’s orders since you refused to stay off work. It wasn't even so much that it would be off-putting to the customers, most of the girls had a mark of some description on them and after Billy was done with you, you’d be covered in them. But Jerry really cared about his girls and he didn't want you to injure your messed up ribs any further by dancing or using the pole. You didn't really mind. You didn't feel 100% and you were in pain, so taking it a little easy would be good for you. The servers usually wore underwear but Jerry suggested wearing your silk robe to cover up the most of your marks, the worst being your ribs. It was thigh high and you’d tied it to leave some nice cleavage. It would have to do. Lucky for you, your regulars would still tip nicely even if you weren't working the pole. 

The idea of Billy made you wonder if he’d react at all. You’d bonded in a way. Connected through your deep sexual needs and slightly depraved kinks that you explored together, pushing each other's boundaries to the max. But other than that, you didn't know each other. You’d never asked each other personal questions, you both just didn't cross that line. You wanted to sometimes, of course. There was a lot you wanted to know about the man, he intrigued you. But you didn't ask and neither did he. He was a customer after all and that's all he was and you both knew it. You connected on a sexual level and that's where it ended. But since he wouldnt be watching you dance and there was no way you could fuck him in your current state, you weren't sure how he’d take it. He always turned up acting like if he didn't have you, he’d die. And that pure desperation for you made your blood sing. You had a lot of admirers here but no one had ever made you feel as wanted or needed like Billy had. You heaved a sigh before leaving your back room and making your way out from the back. The club was busy as it always was and you hummed along to the music as you made your way over to the bar. You got some looks but no one mentioned your mildly covered black eye or split lip. Why would they? None of them really cared and anyone curious enough would just chalk it up to someone smacking you about a bit as an extra with sex and move on. They’d think it was consensual since nothing non-consensual happened here. Yet what happened to you was definitely not something you agreed with. 

You served drinks with a pretty smile and flirted with the men and as you knew you would, you were making good tips. Your guys were of course disappointed to turn up and realize you weren't dancing for them but they’d been fine with your answer of wanting a rest. It wasn't unheard of for some of the dancers to serve sometimes to get some respite. Dancing was a tiring job and a burnt-out dancer wasn't a good one. But you made sure to recommend girls you knew they'd like to them and to keep their drinks flowing with a smile. You were just returning back to the bar with your empty tray when a hand seized your wrist. You gasped, being spun around and coming face to face with Billy. His dark eyes were wide and burning with intensity as he looked you over. They darted from your eye like he could see right under the make-up at how bad it really was and to your split lip before back to your eyes again. 

“Hey! No touching, pal!” the security guy yelled, storming right over to the pair of you. The servers weren’t to be touched. The man was built like a tank, a wall of pure muscle that made him look like a beast next to Billy’s more slender frame. Yet the look Billy shot him was far more menacing than anything the other man could muster.

“It’s okay, Phil. I know him,” you murmured with a smile. Phil squinted a little, looking distrustfully at Billy who still had your wrist in a death grip and who was glaring daggers at him before he looked back at you.

“You sure?” he asked carefully, very vividly remembering what happened to you the night before.

“I’m sure,” you smiled with a nod. Seemingly satisfied, Phil walked back to near the entrance. Billy looked to you then, working his jaw and scrunching his face up a little. He opened and closed his mouth a few times like he wanted to say something but nothing came out. He had that slightly unhinged look in his eyes. The one that when he wore it in the bedroom, you knew you were in for a good time. But these were different circumstances and you weren't quite sure what was going through his head. Before you could say anything, he was tugging you into the back and to your room. He let go of your wrist to open the door as he walked inside and you shut the door, leaning against it much like you had the first time you’d been in here with him. He stood a little away from you, his jaw tight as his bright eyes burned into you.

“Did a customer do that?” he bit out, eyes glittering with rage. You weren't sure if he was upset at the idea of someone else marking you up. No one else really bothered but you were always delighted when Billy would cover you in marks. He seemed to love it, especially when he came back and they were still there but fading. He always went back over them to keep them fresh and bright and you loved the possessiveness of it. He’d even growled at you that you were his a few times and it always made your insides ache. You felt small under his gaze, no lust to bring you together this time. It felt strange and you felt vulnerable. Subconsciously you tugged your robe tighter around yourself as you shook your head.

“No,” you murmured quietly as you took a few tentative steps towards him. You hoped it would make him feel better. To know he was the only one to mark you up like that. But it only seemed to make him worse as his eyes seemed to burn brighter like an inferno and he rolled his shoulder. He was quiet for a long moment, looking like he was ready to snap as he clenched and unclenched his fists by his slides. You weren't quite sure what was going on with him as you watched him warily. He’d never hurt you. Well, not in a bad way anyway. And you knew he wouldn't. But you were well aware there was a darkness in Billy. It's what attracted you to him in the first place. 

“What happened?” he asked harshly. 

“It doesn't matter,” you shrugged dismissively. You really thought it didn't. It wasn't a work thing, well mostly, it had been connected. But still, you and Billy had never been personal with each other so you didn't see the need to go over what happened. 

He looked pissed by your answer. His eyes narrowed to slits as he stalked towards you and you instinctively stepped back until your back hit the door. You gasped with a wince as it hurt your ribs and then he was ripping your robe open, revealing your badly bruised ribs as well as a few other smaller bruises on your torso. His hand came up to your ribs, fingers ghosting over the bruise in a featherlight touch as he glared at it but it still made you hiss, your body instinctively moving away from his before he dropped his hand. His breathing was coming in sharp and you were starting to wonder if he was getting off on it or something. Lust and anger always seemed to blend together with him. But when his dark eyes met yours once more, he didn't just look angry, he looked upset.

“What happened?” he asked again in a growl, his tone telling you that you better tell him and there were no other options. 

“Can we uh… can we sit down?” you asked carefully. You'd been on your feet all night and your body was starting to scream at you for putting it through the wringer in your condition. He blinked at you for a moment, eyes seeming to glance at every mark on your body before he nodded jerkily and moved away. You kicked off your heels, feeling the relief instantly before you made your way over to your bed. You sat against the headboard slowly, holding your ribs with a grimace as you did. He came over and perched himself on the side of the bed, far away from you. He wasn't facing you but facing the wall to your left, his arms resting on his legs with his hands clasped together. But then he turned his head to look at you, quirking a brow as if telling you that you better start talking. You hadn't expected him to act like this. You hadn't expected him to act like anything if you were honest. 

“I was attacked last night outside the club,” you murmured. Billy took a deep inhale, eyes flaring as his jaw ticked, but his swirling eyes didn't leave you.

“It was some new guy, he’d been by here a few days. He’d watched me dance all night but something felt… off about him. So when he requested me after, I turned him down. Something didn't feel right with him and I always trust my gut. He got kicked out later for touching a server and Jerry told him he wasn't allowed back. When I finished, I was walking to my car and he was waiting for me. It was so dark… I didn't even see him. But he tackled me… Beat me to shit, obviously. He planned to do more than that but he barely got any clothes off me before Phil and the guys heard me screaming. They came out and the coward ran off. But they saved me from some bad shit,” you said shakily. You’d felt off-kilter ever since. You'd always associated sex with pleasure and pain of the good kind but this was something else. You weren’t stupid, you knew rape and sexual assault happened, but you just hadn't expected it to almost happen to you. Jerry worked hard to create a safe space here for you and the girls. Shit like that didn't happen here. 

Billy looked back at the wall, cracking his neck a little. You were waiting for him to say something with how hard he pressed you to tell him, but instead, he stood up. 

"You should probably get back out there," he muttered. It confused you but it wasn't like you'd expected anything from him anyway. So you nodded, standing up slowly to try and ease the pain in your ribs. He watched you with rapt attention but made no move to help you. You stopped near him, wanting to make something clear to him so it didn't cause any confusion later in the night. 

"I uh… we won't be able to… I'm too injured," you murmured, wanting to hit yourself for fumbling over your words. When did you ever have an issue talking about sex? Maybe it was the fact you didn't want to disappoint Billy. You wanted the opposite, you wanted to please him. 

"I noticed," he replied, lips curling into a wry smirk, no trace of any of his weird intense anger from earlier. It made you feel a little better though that he wasn't upset about it. You'd hate it if he decided to see one of the other girls instead of you from now on. His visits were the highlight of your week. You knew he'd probably watch others dance until you were healed though. Or the alternative would be for him to not come at all. You weren't sure what was worse and you wondered just when you'd gotten so possessive over a customer. You and Billy walked out of your room and he fell into step beside you as you made your way out into the main area. You were expecting him to go and pick another girl, but instead, he followed you to the bar before sitting there. Something purred inside of you, pleased that he’d rather be here where you’d be passing by all night rather than with someone else. You set off working again and getting drinks from the bar before taking them to customers. You weren't as fast as the other servers in the state you were in and you were steadily getting slower as your ribs started to protest too much. 

“Two whiskeys and a bourbon, Mike,” you smiled at the bartender as you stopped beside Billy, holding your ribs for a moment. He nodded, getting the drinks ready for you. Billy moved and you glanced at him as he pulled something out of his pocket. It was some pills and he got one out before handing it to you. You blinked at it for a moment before you looked at him and quirked your brow, making him roll his eyes and snort.

“It's a pain pill. Got it for the… you know,” he muttered as he vaguely gestured to his face, frowning a little as he looked away and refused to give you eye contact. You knew he was sensitive about his scars. Two weeks after he first started coming to you for more than dances, you’d been laying with him after some amazing sex. You’d leaned over and traced one of them and he’d recoiled away from you like you’d burnt him. He’d given you this shocked look, puzzled and bewildered. Untrusting. But you’d looked back at him patiently and when he eventually moved back, you’d done it again and he’d let you. Slowly he got more comfortable with it and now he enjoyed it when you did it after sex. He’d close his eyes with a rare soft smile as he soaked it in. 

“Billy, I’m fine,” you shook your head, watching as Mike put the drinks on your tray for you. You gave him a smile in thanks.

Billy stood, all tall and imposing next to you and grabbed your wrist. You noticed Phil look over but since you’d told him you knew Billy and you were clearly unphased by his actions, he made no move to go over. 

“Stop bein’ a martyr. Take the damn pill before I take you back to your room, beat to shit or not,” he warned lowly, his dark eyes glaring at you. It was strange the power he held over you with words alone. The way your body ached at them. You were in no condition to fuck him yet you started to wonder if there were any positions that wouldnt hurt too much. A dark smirk painted his lips as if he was reading your thoughts and his hand slid from your wrist to your hand, placing the pill there.

“You’re a tease,” you huffed, popping the pill in your mouth and grimacing as you dry-swallowed it. 

“You love it though,” was his cheeky reply and you couldn't help but smile at it as he sat back down. You kept working for a while after that, trying to keep tabs on Billy at the bar. He’d shoot you glances, sometimes with a smirk, other times impassive. You swore he was like multiple people sometimes, you could never get a read on him. When your shift was over, you went into your room to get changed into the clothes you'd worn here. It wasn't anything special, just some leggings, converse, a dark gray t-shirt and a black zip-up hoodie. You were injured, you weren't about to turn up looking like a princess. Once you were ready, you went back out and you were disappointed when you couldn't see Billy anywhere. You’d hoped to at least say goodbye to him. You hated not being able to spend your usual time together, it was like your body craved it now. You sighed even harder when your eyes flit about and you couldn't see Phil either. He’d offered to walk you to your car when you got off after seeing how shaken up you’d been the night before. But you couldn't wait around forever. The pain pill eased some of your pain but not all of it and all you wanted to do was go home. You decided it was time you got on your big girl panties and decided to just head out yourself. You hardly expected Billy to be loitering in the entrance hallway. 

“Oh, hey. I thought you’d left,” you said, feeling relieved that he hadn’t. His eyes trailed over your body, right to your toes before back up again.

“You look cute,” he murmured wryly. You glanced down at yourself before realizing he’d only ever seen you in skimpy underwear or nothing at all. You felt far too dressed down now with your normal clothes and you felt your cheeks burn. 

“Gotta be comfy,” you shrugged sheepishly and made him chuckle. You weren't sure if you liked the way he made you feel like this. You were never shy or self-conscious.

“I’m gonna walk you to your car,” he stated simply and you shook your head.

“You don't need to do that,” you frowned. You didn't want to inconvenience him. 

“I know I don't but I’m doin’ it anyway,” his face and tone were stern, telling you it was final. You couldn't help but smile, feeling a fluttering in your stomach. He was giving you whiplash. One minute he’s demanding to know what happened to you as if he cared, then he acts like he doesn't and now he was making sure you were safe to get home. You didn't know which way was up with him. 

“So you’re bossy outside of the bedroom too, huh?” you quipped, eyes alight with mischief. He gave you an amused grin and a lazy shrug.

“Tellin’ me you don’t enjoy it?” he asked, raising a brow as you snorted. As you both made your way to the door, your eyes drifted to the large notice board on the wall. It was full of pictures of guys who weren't allowed in anymore. But you really hadn't thought the guy who attacked you would be on there already. Nor did you think that seeing his face would make your heart falter a little as you saw it. 

“That him?” Billy asked lowly, ever perceptive as always. You nodded, wrapping your arms around yourself as you moved to the door. You didn't want to look at it anymore. You hovered uncertainly just at the door, flashes of the night before hitting you. You knew you were safe. You had Billy by your side, yet you couldn't seem to push the door open. Billy seemed to take pity on you as he left first, allowing you to follow beside him. You took an uneasy breath as you walked across the car park in silence to where your car was. But you stopped short, inhaling sharply as you glared at it. Your tires had been slashed and you could have chalked it up to any asshole, but the word whore was keyed into your car and you had a sinking feeling in your stomach. 

You glanced over to Billy who was glaring at your car like he was willing it to set ablaze. He rolled his shoulder, tensing his jaw before looking at you with a blank look.

“I’ll take you home,” it wasn't an offer, he was telling you and he didn't wait for you to reply as he started walking off to what you presumed to be his car. You didn't bother telling him he didn't have to because you knew his response. But this was a big no-no. Letting a customer know where you lived was definitely not what any of the girls here should do. But this was Billy and you trusted him. So you obediently followed him, not wanting to get left behind in the dark. Your eyes widened as you saw him unlock his car, a grin spreading on your face at the Rolls Royce Wraith.

“Wow… she’s pretty,” you murmured, drinking her in with your eyes. Billy chuckled, causing you to look at him as he opened the passenger door for you.

“What can I say? I like pretty things,” he shrugged, giving you a pointed look that made your insides feel all hot. You slid inside the car, trying to be careful before Billy shut the door. Before long you were both on your way to your apartment after you’d told him where it was. Ironically, it wasn't far from where he lived apparently. The ride was silent and you felt uneasy. You had no idea what to say. You didn't do personal with each other, yet now there was no sex as a buffer to not make it weird. You felt out of your depth with him like this so you stayed silent.

When he pulled up, you were about to thank him but you never got the chance.

"I'll walk you up," he said as he undid his seat belt.

"Billy…" your protest died on your tongue at the look he shot you. He got out and you opened the door and followed suit. He trailed along with you as you entered the building and the elevator ride up felt tense and uncomfortable. Dealing with him in the bedroom was one thing but this was another entirely. When you got to your door, you pulled out your key and unlocked it, hovering uncertainly.

"Do you wanna come in… I don't mean like… you know, I just…" you felt your cheeks burn as you fumbled over your words. For someone that flirted with men for a living, you were sure as shit having a hard time just talking to him. He looked somewhat amused by your inability to speak like a human as he nodded. You walked inside, holding the door open for him as he came in. You watched as he glanced around curiously and you wondered what he thought of your home. You liked to keep it classy and also nice and clean. The decor was black and white, some touches of your favorite color sprinkled in. 

"You want anything to drink?" You asked as you toed your shoes off. He looked at you then and shook his head.

"Nah, I'm good," he stated. Now you didn't know what to do. You weren't quite sure why you even invited him in and no idea why he agreed.

He stepped towards you then and got something out of his pocket before he handed it to you. It was an envelope and you peeped inside, you saw money and you frowned.

"Billy… I told you I can't have sex right now," you muttered, feeling a pang of disappointment as you realized he'd gone to all of this effort simply for that. He tilted his head, regarding you for a moment.

"The extras… they ain't always sexual, right? It's to pay for your time," He asked, raising a brow. You blinked at him slowly for a moment.

"Not all the time," you replied, clear confusion coating your tone. It wasn't often but you'd sometimes get guys paying for your time with no sex involved. It had only happened twice with you personally. One guy just wanted to be cuddled the entire time and the other used you like a therapist as he vented about his wife cheating on him with his brother. You had no idea where he was going with this.

"Right… so you're gonna take the money and let me take care of you," he said with a firm look, eyes burning into you. You didn't really know what to say to that, you were confused by his request. But he took your silence as acquiescence.

"Sit down," he ordered, gesturing to the sofa. You obeyed simply because you really had no idea what was going on. 

He peeked into a room, your room, before closing the door and looking in the other one which was the bathroom. Then he disappeared inside. You sat there wondering if you were dreaming because your interactions with Billy had been weird since the moment he'd turned up to the club that night. Then you heard the bath running. He was paying you to look after you and the idea felt so absurd, your brain couldn't comprehend it. You'd gladly let him do it for free but part of you felt the payment made it easier for him. Some kind of transaction instead of him acting like he cared. You sat there patiently for a while before he came back out of the bathroom.

“Come on,” he gestured with his head to the bathroom and you did as you were told, standing carefully and following him inside. Your large bath was full and even had bubbles, you could smell the lavender in the air so you knew just which bubble bath he’d used. You were curious if he’d selected one randomly or if he’d smelt them all and had a preference. Since he’d paid you for this, you stood there, waiting for his next move as you had no idea what he wanted from you. He stood in front of you but wasn't looking in your eyes as he unzipped your hoodie and slid it off you. Then he took off your t-shirt, being careful as he maneuvered your arms out so your ribs didn't get jostled. Next up were your leggings and underwear. Soon enough you were naked but he didn't give you a lustful gaze like he normally did. It felt quite strange. He helped you slowly ease yourself into the bath and you felt relaxed almost immediately at the hot water. 

“Thanks,” you murmured, watching him when he moved away and wondering what he was going to do next. He stripped down so you figured he’d be getting in with you. You looked, of course you did, you couldn't help it. The man was godlike to you. And he caught your gaze, giving you a smirk with an amused raised brow that had you snorting and looking away. Your bath was pretty big, you’d paid a shit tonne of money for it. So you knew he’d fit in with you before he even got in and you were right as he climbed inside and settled behind you, his legs either side of you.

There was so much silence between you and you weren't sure how to handle it. You weren't used to it and it made you slightly uncomfortable. Yet you had no idea how to make idle conversation with him. He wasn't like everyone else. You were lost in your thoughts, running through potential things to say to him that wasn't mundane small talk about the weather, when you heard him messing with something on the side of the bath. You turned to look curiously but hissed when your ribs screamed at you. You didn't have to wait too long though to find out what he was doing as he started washing you. It was your lavender body wash too so you were starting to wonder if he did have a preference. It was oddly intimate and such a sweet gesture that you were slightly stunned for a moment as he washed your back carefully. You hadn't known he was capable of sweet with all the darkness you saw in him but you found it endearing. You decided to relax and ease into it, letting him move your arms as he washed them tenderly. When he was done with your arms and back, he rinsed the suds off you before wrapping an arm around your uninjured side. He rested his chin on your shoulder as he reached around and started to wash the front of you too. You turned to glance at him, his face so close to yours. He noticed your movement and his head turned slightly. He was so beautiful. You gave him a soft smile and he gave you one in return, leaning closer to your face before nuzzling your cheek and you swear your heart almost stopped completely. He gave your front the same treatment as your back before he moved away from you and you suddenly felt cold at the loss. 

“Head back,” he commanded, yet his tone wasn’t harsh. You did as he said and then he was pouring the nice hot water over your hair. It felt nice on your scalp. You heard the cap of your shampoo pop and then his fingers were massaging your head. It felt really fucking good and your eyes fluttered shut with a pleased hum. He chuckled at your reaction and you melted under his touch. He massaged your head for a while, running his hands through your hair before he sadly rinsed all the shampoo out. You felt him squeeze the excess water out of your hair before he moved your head back to its normal position. 

He leaned back then to lay against the back of the bath and he brought you with him slowly. You were lying on him and you could feel his straining cock against your ass but he never mentioned it or acted like he cared. You weren't quite sure what to do now and your mind once more turned to try to figure out what to say. As if he could read your mind, he spoke.

“Just relax,” he said softly, his voice soothing. One of his hands was rubbing soothing circles on your stomach and you willed your body to do as he said. It didn't take much effort. Between all the lavender and your body being a mess, you were exhausted. And it felt nice to just be here like this with Billy taking care of you. So you shut your eyes and your body melted against his. You weren't sure how long you both lay like that, unspeaking but relaxed. The water had started to lose some of its heat and you were sure your fingers were starting to wrinkle. But as you started to drift off to sleep, he carefully eased you to sit up. You blinked tiredly, stifling a yawn as you tried to wake up more. He’d paid for your time and here you were, falling asleep. He moved from behind you and got out of the bath, grabbing a towel as he started to dry himself. You watched with sleepy eyes, admiring him while he wasn't looking as he only put his black boxers back on. He came back over to you then, helping you stand up slowly. He wrapped a big fluffy towel around your shoulders before he grabbed you, mindful of your ribs as he picked you up and plonked your feet on the bathroom floor. You smiled wryly at him and he gave you a smirk before he started drying you. He dried every inch of you and you didn't think it was possible to wish you were healed any more than you did in that moment. He was torturing you. Once he was done, he towel-dried your hair for you and you were grateful. You were far too tired to use a hairdryer. He helped you step into your panties and slipped your t-shirt back over your head, guiding your arms through the holes. Then, he took your hand and led you out of the bathroom and into your bedroom. 

Your bed felt like it was screaming at you, calling out to you. But you tried to resist it. He’d paid you a lot of money for essentially doing nothing but sit there and get taken care of. You couldn't be a bitch and fall asleep on him. He led you right to the bed, which would only make not falling asleep harder, but when he moved away, you knew he was waiting for you to get in. You climbed into bed under the covers, laying on your back as your eyes followed him. He moved to the other side of the bed and got in next to you, moving to face you. 

“Turn around,” he muttered expectantly. You rolled over slowly onto your unbruised side, wondering what he was going to do next. You felt so sleepy and it was hard to keep your eyes open. You were about to open your mouth to tell him this wasn't a good idea, that you were minutes away from sleep. But then he was pressed against you, his arm snaking under your pillow and neck, wrapping around you. His other arm came around you too, splaying on your stomach, and it wasn't lost on you that he’d strategically avoided the bruise. His body was warm against yours and it felt nice. You’d never cuddled with him before, not even in your post-sex haze after he’d fucked the brains right out of you. He placed a soft kiss to your shoulder before sweetly rubbing his nose against your neck. You smiled to yourself as your eyes drifted shut.

“Just rest, sweetheart,” he soothed, making you hum softly in reply. It didn't take long to fall asleep wrapped in his arms like that.

When you woke the next morning, the first thing you were aware of was how your body ached like a grade-A bitch. Every inch of you felt like it was on fire and you realized you had no choice but to take a couple of days off to recover. Your body just wasn't ready for work right now and the night before had been a bad idea. You’d go in on the day Billy would be coming in though. You didn't want to miss that. You wondered if he’d offer to take care of you again if you weren't in better shape. Part of you hoped he would. Thinking of Billy, you carefully rolled onto your back and glanced to the other side of the bed, sadly finding it empty. You winced as you forced yourself to sit up, eyes sweeping the room. There was no sign of him, not even a note. And from the silence in your apartment, you knew he wasn't here anymore. You felt disappointment settle in your stomach like a stone. You really hoped to at least thank him for how he took care of you and it wasn't like you had his number to text him. Maybe it was easier for him that way though. He didn't seem the type to do this kind of stuff normally. Maybe he felt uncomfortable and wanted to get the fuck out of dodge. You wouldn't hold it against him, not after how he’d cared for you. He had no need to do that and you still couldn't quite understand why he’d bothered. You sighed to yourself as you forced your body to get out of bed. You needed to call Jerry and let him know you needed a few days off. Your body really wasn't happy with you.

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You leaned against the elevator wall as it went up to your apartment. It had been two weeks and your body had recovered nicely and things were back to normal. Well, mostly. Billy hadn't been by since that night he’d taken care of you. You wondered if things were ruined now. Wondered if maybe he’d been embarrassed or something. All you knew was that you missed him. On all the days he was supposed to come, you watched the door with bated breath, only to find he didn't turn up. You knew it was stupid getting attached to a customer like this, but Billy was different. You connected with him on a level you’d never experienced with any other customer before. You’d broken so many rules with him the night you allowed him at your place. One of the biggest rules at Jerry’s was not to take business home. Customers were never supposed to know where the girls lived. You were also not supposed to conduct business outside of the premises. But you’d taken Billy’s money and allowed him to do what he wanted. But since it wasn’t by the rules, you hadn’t disclosed that to Jerry. Which meant you got to keep every penny as Jerry usually took a small cut of the extra money. You’d be worried something bad happened to Billy with him not turning up once if it wasn't for one thing. Every night you got home from work, there was a single flower laid just outside of your apartment door. There was never a note, nothing to accompany it. Just one single flower. And after two weeks of it, you were slowly assembling a nice bouquet of flowers. There was no way for certain to know if it was Billy but you just knew in your gut it was him. Not many people knew where you lived and you knew it wasn't any of them. But the idea of Billy coming here to leave flowers for you made your stomach flip around on you like a fish out of water. It was an intimate and soft gesture that no one had ever bothered to bestow you before. You had wondered why he didn't just turn up at your place when you were there, he knew what time you got off work. But again, maybe he didn't want to face you. Maybe this was new and strange for him. You honestly had no idea what went on in that head of his. He seemed like he didn't know either half of the time. 

As you stepped out of the elevator, you frowned softly as disappointment wrapped around you. There was no flower tonight. You wondered why. Maybe he was done now, maybe there would be no more flowers. You tried not to be bothered by it as you went inside. The flowers were in a large vase on the dining table. It was a mix of lilac-colored roses, wine-colored carnations, white snapdragons, and pink alstroemeria. You idly wondered if he was getting them one by one or if he’d bought a bouquet and was taking care of them as he sent them over to you. Either way, they were beautiful. Your brain had been in non-stop mode since Billy decided to stop seeing you and you hadn’t been sleeping well. The scent of him in your bed had long faded which made you sad and you weren't sure if he’d ever show his face again. So with a deep sigh, you moved into your bedroom and got into your tank and short pajamas. Knowing you wouldn't be able to sleep, you moved back into the living room and turned on the TV as you curled up on the sofa, hoping to find something to watch. You were flicking through the channels feeling bored when there was a loud frantic knocking at your door. You sat up, squinting at the door. The loud rapping happened again so you stood and hurried to the door. When you swung it open, Billy was standing there. Billy who was covered in blood, breathing heavily and a wild look in his eyes like he was about to snap. 

“Oh my god, Billy!” you gasped, yanking him inside and slamming the door shut. Your brain was firing off on all cylinders as you lifted his t-shirt, eyes rapidly looking for the wound the blood had come from. 

“It's not my blood,” he muttered tensely. He was holding his body tightly and unmoving. You glanced up at his words but your hand was still fisting his shirt. Maybe you should have been scared by his words or the dark look in his eyes. Maybe you should have gasped and moved away from him, cowering in fear. Yet you did neither. You didn't move from where you were, right in front of him. 

“Whose is it?” you asked calmly. You weren’t sure if it was the lack of fear of judgment in your tone but his body seemed to relax, but the crazed look in his eyes didn't waver. 

“The guy that did that to you,” he stated simply, voice holding a barely concealed rage. You blinked at him for a moment as your brain tried to digest what he’d just told you.

“You killed him?” you asked carefully. Again, you weren't scared. And honestly, you didn't hold any remorse either. The guy wasn't a good person and you doubted you’d been his first victim, nor be his last. Billy’s eyes seemed to dart everywhere at once before they landed back on you and he nodded.

“Asshole hurt you, tried to… I don’t take to kindly to someone fuckin’ with my girl,” he bit out. His words made warmth bloom in your chest as you looked at his raw and vulnerable face. You weren't quite sure what to say because thank you didn't seem enough on its own. So you closed what little distance was between you, leaning up and placing a kiss on his lips. 

He didn't move at first. Didn’t react at all like he was in shock. But then his bloodied hand came to your face, his other your waist as he kissed you back. It was the most tender kiss you’d shared with him. There were no feral intentions, no desperate need for each other. It was slow and sweet. When you moved away, you gave him a smile.

“Thank you,” you murmured sincerely. His face lit up at your words, a smile on his own face. It was different to all of the others you'd seen him wear though. It was boyish, almost shy as he ducked his head with a shrug. You weren't quite sure what to do or say now, but your eyes drifted to his blood-soaked clothes and skin.

“We need to get you in the shower,” you mused, already thinking about how to dispose of his clothes. You weren't about to let him go away for this. Not when he’d done it for you. You felt like a weight had been lifted knowing that asshole was dead. Especially after what he’d done to your car. It had been in the shop since and Elissa had been giving you a ride to and from work. You knew he wouldn't have let this go and you’d always be looking over your shoulder. And you’d also had nightmares about it. Something you weren't quite proud of. But now you didn't need to worry, didn't need to fear he’d pop up out of nowhere like the first time he’d attacked you because he was gone. Billy nodded, allowing you to lead him to the bathroom. 

“I love the flowers by the way,” you said softly, glancing at him as he stripped. 

“Good,” he stated simply, not looking at you. You could see he was feeling a little bashful so you decided not to press it. You moved to turn the shower on, messing with the settings and Billy moved behind you. He settled his hands on your hips, nuzzling your neck sweetly and you smiled. It was strange. Billy had been a whirlwind since he’d come into your life, making you feel things you’d never felt before. He made you feel upside down and inside out and more vulnerable than ever in your life. You never thought you’d find someone to care about you this much, and you knew now that he did care. And you’d admit you cared about him too. You couldn't believe you’d found someone who would do anything for you. Including literally murdering someone. You couldn't lie to yourself any longer, he wasn't just a customer to you, not anymore. He hadn't been in a long time. 

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo fanfic #billy russo imagine

[strawberrycircuits]

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hi hi hello! my name is strawberry (or strawb)! (i also use the name roz sometimes!) im queer, trans, 19, and neurodivergent, and this where i scream about robots and gay little nintendo characters. i use he/him, it/its, ze/zem/zeir/zemself, and co/code/codes/codeself pronouns! itd be so so sooo cool if you could please interchange these. thanks!

i dont know what my gender is and honestly i dont care (and neither should u)! just dont call me 'she' please! if i had to label it id say my gender is whatever the hell nintendo was doing with all those see-through consoles in the 2000s. look at these sexy sexy boys

my art tag is #strawberryscribbles, my tag for cool art made by friends or made for me is #talented ppl tag, and thats about all i consistently tag anymore (aside from content warnings. if you need something content warned, lmk!). my art blog is @strawb-artfolder and my oc blog is @cultivatingyourfuture (though that project is on an indefinite hiatus due to signifigant rewrites, lol). im not great at art but i like growing and improving and showing you all that process, so im going to keep posting it anyhow! cringe culture is dead and its decomposing slowly in my backyard.

heres some things about me!!

my main interests are computers, old electronics, adventure time, portal 2, and nintendo (particularly mario, splatoon, and the legend of zelda!). i also reblog half life, tf2, and mlp stuff from time to time. i am, in fact, critical of all of my media interests. fuck nintendos business practices and fuck the way they fetishize arabic cultures 👎👎👎

send me asks!!!! about whatever!!!! it makes my day every time!!!!!

im not a linked universe fan or a linkverse fan in general. i might engage with that content because i like the designs and want to support artists but dont ask me about it i dont go there lmao (bonus links fucks hard though i will say that)

i dont tag spoilers. sorry! youre free to unfollow or block me at any time :)

wanna know what music ive been listening to? heres my main playlist! maybe youll find something new!!! (and if you shoot me an ask saying u found a new song u like bc of me.... tell me! itll make my day!)

ive had people ask me a couple of times, so let me go ahead and say-- i like to refer to characters i have specific pronoun headcanons for WITH those pronouns! i usually garner confusion about this when i talk about oot zelda (he/she), botw link (she/he/they), and oot link (she/her). theres not really a reason, i just like to! (when i talk to people about their specific interpretations, i use whatever hcs theyve assigned them instead). if you wanna know how i hc any other characters, 🔫 me an ask!

im not going to sift through every blog that interacts with me or apply widely misused terminology to give an idea of what i do or dont want in my circle. im just going to say these things outright. i believe in radical queer acceptance (yes, even for whatever "weird" identity youre about to pull out as a gotcha), all transgender people and asexuals and aromantics and xenogenders and neopronouns are all valid, otherkin/therians are cool as hell, objectums are my friends, i want all pedophiles to die by my hand, youre weird as shit if you romanticize incest or pedophilia in any context, and i believe in reclaiming words like queer, fag, dyke, and tranny, which i will not content warn for. ok cool 👍

im a stupid broke college student and i can barely afford to feed myself most days so if you wanna help out heres my CA.

ermm i think thats all. heres a bunch of people i think are so so cool that you should go visit: b0nkcreat down-thedrain seagullcharmer syntheticspades trashedump basillica-gel dykevirgo cherrylavendertea localvoidcat thebleedingeffect gardnwater our-reality mackthecheese angstyvylene-i three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat unironicallycringe idiot-synergy michpat6 korokposting effervescentleaf pidgefudge avidcollectorofdust merriclo

#pinned poast

[thestobingirlie]

What, in your opinion, is what makes Stobin so great and why they work so well as besties? And what are your favourite heaadcanons about their friendship?

i think something that i just love about stobin is how lonely they were before each other. like, robin didn’t really have any best friends, and steve performed for others so much that even some of his closest friends didn’t really know him. and then they came together, and they make each other laugh, and they’re just so willing to be open to each other. we joke about them knowing everything about each other, but i really think they do. they just both fill a hole in each other that neither even realised was there.

and my favourite headcanons, okay.

obviously i love zero boundaries stobin. they leave the bathroom door open to chat. one of them has a weird spot on their bum? they’re making the other look at it. they share a bed, clothes, snacks. they spend so much time together, they start to look the same.

also, love the hc that post st, they move in together, and just work shit jobs, pulling girls and escaping town when the relationship goes sour lmao.

oh, also love the hc that if you’re going on a date with one, the other is probably just gonna pop up. they take each other everywhere <3

umm… they have friendship bracelets, they love wearing matching socks. they share a skincare routine (they love facemasks), and paint each others nails (steve’s actually incredible at nail painting. robin is messy, but she doesn’t care). they shave each other’s heads sometime in the 90s.

oh, and obviously they get lavender married <3

#steve harrington #robin buckley #stobin #stranger things #asks #somuchfuckingsalt

[team-heavenly]

Chapter 22 - Part 2

Lest you've lost your way, click here to progress (regress?) back to Part 1.

...Okay, now I'm officially worried.

Meanwhile, back in the Real World™️ (shout-out to my buddy @kantochampred!):

Alright, I'm about to go off on a small side tangent here but I promise it's worth it-

(Sorry to post your sins on main, Red 😔)

(Why Do I Climb the Mountain? is a reference btw)

LMAO OKAY thank you for bearing with me, now back to the main show:

Good job, neither of those two things is correct!

...Okay, Cherrim has replaced Drifblim, yes, but. Imagine this tiny seed holding Teresa and Andrea by their little stubby hands while riding the wind down the mountain.

I had to look up a walkthrough to identify that little Riolu to the right. Normally, that's an Exeggcute! (And the backup for Team Frontier, apparently).

The Third Station Pass was dubbed Great Turn, while the clearing was called:

Admittedly, I had no idea what an "oubliette" was, so I did a quick search and...

Wait a minute, are you freaking kidding me-

WE ARE STARRING IN A WAR DRAMA AAAAAAAAAAAA-

(Apologies for the small text at the start, let me know if I need to add an image description!)

...No >:l

The only reason I left this in is because this happened:

Oh my God yes PLEASE-

So fun fact, I actually did a dry run of the first few dungeons before doing it for real and taking photos. And the first time around, this gift was an Escape Orb? Which isn't bad, but I would 100% take the Reviver Seed over that any day.

The 4th Station Pass was named Sad Peninsula. (Florida? Dat you?) And the 4th Station Clearing? See below.

But then!

(Handsome Desolation? Is this where the handsome men in uniform... perish?! 😓)

I feel like a large, prehistoric rock dino should be enough to scare most things, but I guess taking the even larger rock snake as backup can't hurt.

So we go through the 5th Station Pass, Sandy Way... (Only one letter different from Sandy Bay.)

I. Don't remember why I took a picture of this. The downfalls of not immediately composing posts after the playthrough...

But yeah, those giant two-room dungeons with guaranteed MH's and a huge mass of enemies in the other room aside is definitely a theme and I hate it.

Andrea consumed enough Gummis to obtain this IQ skill, which is awesome since Max Elixirs are so hard to come by.

Look at this!! I'm pretty sure Blizzard only had 7 PP before! Yee haw!

I wonder which Pokémon are the ones bothering Sneasel Pichu?

OH NOOO!! I'm imagining this grisly scene where all these Combusken are just pecking Pichu to death.

Team Frontier happens to beat us to the punch:

I love that Onix is so big that she blocks Nidoran F.

Like all territorial encroachments in Mystery Dungeon, everyone just jumps right into the fray without listening to anyone 🙄

Honestly, all of Team Frontier was pretty based. Jolteon had an ability that allowed him to attack twice in a row (I think because the weather was different?) and he consistently used X-Scissor. Nidoran F had Sesimic Toss (55 damage) and Ice Beam. Deoxys had Attack Order, Seed Flare, Rock Wrecker(!), and Swift, the last hitting for 120 damage on a critical. Combined with Teresa's Chatter (when we finally got there, because you start off a ways from everyone), they didn't stay up for much longer.

Also Jolteon shielded me when Teresa got low on HP 🥺️

"SIT DOWN FOR TWO SECONDS AND LISTEN TO ME FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE, I SWEAR TO ARCEUS!"

"We owe you..." -> Yet another line from this game that never made any sense to me. (Unless it was sarcasm ig?)

💀You what

Hey, speaking of... I know Onix is huge and all, but have y'all seen Pichu since the fight started...?

(Beep boop, click here to advance to Part 3)

#pmd explorers #pokemon mystery dungeon #randomizer #post game #climbing sky peak #chapter 22

[the-r0adh0use]

No art today, but I've really been thinking about the rkn's characterization as of late.

They're honestly the antithesis of each other; their character traits clash and clash hard but I feel like that makes for a very nice sibling dynamic they have with each other. I also like to hc that their differing personalities was an intentional design choice by Wily.

I'll explain what I mean, just know that I'm not great at articulating my thoughts and this is more of a stream of consciousness than anything else. So! With that in mind:

Enker--Based on his CD data, we know that he's very dedicated to destroying Mega Man, and takes it very seriously; he's a hard-ass with a gloomy personality. Hell, if you know anything about Enka music in general you'd know he's pretty much a physical representation of the music's soulful but sad melodies.

He is so dedicated to his programming that he would rather put himself in harm's way (i.e. sustaining damage to use the Barrier Spear) if that meant he could destroy Mega Man. He is an agent of order dedicated solely to completing his tasks.

So, when said agent of order failed at his one and only task, it makes sense for Wily to overcorrect. Why not design a robot to be the complete opposite of Enker?

That's when Punk was created.

Punk--He's loud. He's brash. He's hates PTAs and the government. Ya gotta love him.

Anyways, he couldn't be farther removed from Enker. While Enker is stated not to stand out, Punk loves showing out, represented by his love of accessories. While Enker would prefer to uphold the status quo, Punk wants to shake it up and have fun doing it.

His personality is heavily based on his namesake, Punk music, which has its roots in anti-facism and rebellion against "the man." It fucking rocks. This is heavily contrasted by the melancholic, "refined," Enka music. Y'see where I'm getting at?

I find it interesting that Punk's entire existence is a paradox considering I'd imagine he has disdain for any kind of authority, Wily included, but must follow Wily's orders anyways. But that's a text post for another day.

Back to the main point, even his fighting style is contrasted by Enker's. Enker's has a level of elegance to it, while Punk just throws his entire body at you. However, this doesn't mean Punk is reckless. In fact, this attack is pretty safe considering he can't be damaged while in his ball form. This is contrasted by Enker's extremely unsafe, even reckless, method of attack, that requires him to sustain damage.

But even Punk, the agent of chaos, wasn't enough to stop Mega Man.

You probably noticed that I haven't touched on Ballade yet. And that's because he doesn't really have any contrasting traits compared to his brothers. Wily must've realized he swung too far in both directions with Enker and Punk, so he made Ballade as a nice middle ground between the two.

Ballade--doesn't really stand for much except fighting. He wants to fight a strong opponent, and views himself as the "strongest" robot, and because of this he can come across as single minded. He feels too standard, too plain.

But his complexities are revealed once he is beaten and realizes what he is fighting for is wrong. He respects Mega Man's power, something that neither Enker nor Punk did.

Maybe the reason why he was able to break Wily's programming was because he didn't stand for much, able to break his base instincts because of his "weak will."

Or maybe because his will was so strong was the reason he broke his programming. Was he, perhaps, tired of fighting for Wily, and saw self-destruction as the only way out? I haven't decided myself.

Whatever the case, in his dying moments he was able to stand for something: ending up on the right side of history by helping Mega Man.

So sorry if this was a rambling, confused read! I've got that RKN autism, lmao. Btw, I really wanted to dissect Quint some too since I consider him their adopted brother, but it was getting way too long. A text post for another time! :)

#rkn #mkn #megaman #rockman #enker #punk #ballade #dr wily #world 5 #text post #mega man #text

[leonardalphachurch]

i am being self indulgent i am doing this whole thing with just chucker. some chuckboose making a special appearance bc as you know all chucker is chuckboose in disguise. feel free to still send in numbers for other ships i am just Going Ham.

note that i’m mostly basing this off of our yet to be written church lives au so slight spoilers for that but like. not really. all you have to know is that it’s a post-13 au.

1. Who would end a heated argument by defending their actions with ‘because I love you!’ ?

honestly probably neither. they’d both say something similar but i neither of them are very big on the “i love yous”. ESPECIALLY not when they’re angry. they’re much more likely to lash out than be sappy in an argument

2. What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare?

neither of them would really get manic? church is Dissociative King and tucker canonically has panic attacks so i think that’s how they’d react to nightmares. when he’s dissociating is like one of the only times he’s 100% open to and wanting affection so tucker would be like. giving him kisses and pats to ground him and calm him. meanwhile for tucker it’s like, church isn’t great at giving affection so it’s much more practical. giving him water and making him breakfast and throwing a weighted blanket on him. and obviously they both just. call caboose over for cuddles. caboose number 1 nightmare destroyer

3. Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)

i think tucker is more fashion conscious and is like. your clothes do not match my style. meanwhile church is just wearing whatever the fuck is in front of him. not to churboose but church is wearing caboose’s shit basically every day. big for him

4. Which one is more protective? Who needs to be ‘protected’?

they’re both so protective in the dumbest ways. it’s that one comic of the two people who keep jumping in front of the bullet for each other but even stupider and way less functional

5. Describe their cozy night in.

some of these i think i might have to talk about on my nsfw blog lol… (edit: okay it’s in the notes). for a sfw version. they watch bad movies and get drunk and yell at the screen and at each other and also caboose is there and they’re all in a giant cuddle puddle by the end of the night

6. Who would beg the other not to leave? Who has to leave to protect the other?

neither of them would beg but they both so desperately want the other to never leave their side. please don’t leave them alone again. please.

7. Would they build a pillow fort together just because?

they come home and caboose has built a pillow fort in their living room and church acts like he’s mad about it and tucker is annoyed that he’s going to have to clean it up later but they all end up in there

8. What happens if one of them gets sick?

uh this happens in the fic so. no spoilers. however we know what canon church is like when tucker is sick LMAO he vacates the fucking premises

9. What are their thoughts on having children?

they already have kids lol. but i do like to imagine them adopting a child together… that is SO far into the future of their relationship tho

10. Describe their first date.

spoilers…

11. Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell?

LMAO DO CHURCH AND TUCKER HIDE THEIR FEELINGS??? THE MOST REPRESSED MEN IN THE WORKD, DO THEY EVER HIDE THEIR EMOTIONS??? i guess it does depend on what kind of “upset” is meant tho. anger? not hidden even slightly. literally any other emotion, including positive ones? baby that’s just anger! why feel emotions when you can feel a) lust or b) anger. that’s all you need! and uh they both can usually tell that something’s up but in order to talk about it they would have to admit that they feel emotions besides lust and anger and. well.

12. Do they have many heated arguments? How do they smooth things over?

DO CHURCH AND TUCKER HAVE HEATED ARGUMENTS???? they do not smooth things over they just have angry sex and let all their emotions fester until the next time they argue and are nasty and vicious to each other and then do it all again

13. Who’s the bigger tease?

nsfw… but they both have their moments.

14. How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash?

that is. too big of a question to answer in this format lol

15. Do they always say 'i love you' before leaving?

lmao no

16. Can they stay up all night just talking?

this is literally The Thing that they do

17. Who's more likely to pull the other in by the waist and kiss them passionately?

SO tuckercore. tucker does this constantly everyday and church yells about it but never ever stops him

18. How likely are they to have fur babies? How many and what kind?

why do you have to say it like this. i think if church had a pet he would have a mental breakdown about it. tucker might have some reptiles tho. for fun

19. How do they feel about PDA?

they are literally one step away from having public sex

20. Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship.

i’m so bad at songs lmfao. all the chucker songs i have are just tucker pining over church. mr. brightside the killers; starring role marina; you belong with me taylor swift…….. i don’t have any of their actual relationship

21. Who would get into a fight to defend the other's honor? Who tends to the other's wounds?

lmao no they’re the ones dashing each others honors. someone insults one of them and the others like “oh man so true!” church would be the one tending wounds tho bc if church is wounded he needs to like. go in for maintenance lmao tucker does not know how to fix robot. also church will take any opportunity to take care of someone while loudly complaining about the fact that he has to take care of them

22. What reminds each of their partner?

this is too vague i think for me to know how to answer it

23. Who's more likely to convince the other to stay in bed come morning?

“church we need to have morning sex. church please i will die without it.”

24. Who's more likely to give the other a massage?

tucker wants to be all sexy with it but church. is a robot. he might help church with like base level maintenance stuff to fufill the same purpose tho

25. Do they have any hobbies they share?

i don’t think they have. hobbies. i guess watching tv? ………sex.

26. What are their vices?

girl i am writing an entire fic about this. everything about them is a vice

27. Who is the light weight that needs to be taken care of after a party?

neither of them really are lightweights but i think tucker is definitely way more likely to take some more illicit substances hanging out with kai and church gets so fucking annoyed having to take care of tuckers high ass

28. What are there thoughts on pet names? Do they have any?

babe is literally the most common word coming out of tuckers lips

29. Who is more likely to jump in an elevator? Who freaks out?

i think church would be more likely to freak out but tucker wouldn’t really jump in an elevator bc hed be lowkey scared too. caboose is the one jumping he thinks it’s SO fun. it’s like you’re flying!

30. Your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits; what is each wearing?

uhhh. nsfw? but i could see them picking out something really stupid for each other tho. actually tucker would pick something super nice and church would pick out something as a joke and then feel like an asshole about it.

31. Can they sit side by side without touching the other or are they handsy? (lacing fingers, touching knees, etc.)

tucker is the most handsy person in the fucking world and church is so touch starved he’s dying so they are literally all over each other. caboose is also there he is holding them both at all times.

32. Who's the better story teller?

church probably. he’s overdramatic while tucker is just kind of boring with it.

33. Who's the better cook?

church is better at following recipes but tucker is better at winging it. so tuckers food is usually more simple but it tastes better most of the time

34. Who's more likely to tell a dirty joke or story to make the other blush?

lol. who could possibly be the one more likely to tell a dirty joke here. i could not imagine.

35. Who's more artistic?

neither are artistic in a traditional sense (church literally put his creatively Somewhere Else) but tucker is super musically inclined

36. Who's more likely to fire up the stove at 2am because the other woke up in the middle of the night hungry?

church doesn’t need to sleep and gets so fucking annoyed hearing tuckers stomach growling

37. Which is more likely to swear?

lol

38. Who is more sexually experimental? Who's more vanilla?

lol nsfw. tuckers more experimental but that’s only bc church doesn’t need to experiment he knows what he wants

39. Who would rescue an injured animal and nurse it back to health? What would the other think?

tucker would bring home an animal and church would be so mad about it and then he’s up at 4am hand feeding it food that he crushed himself all the while complaining about how much he hates it

40. Who has an insatiable appetite? And what does the other do to help?

uh. surprisingly this is kind of spoilers.

41. Which one would take their jacket it off and drape over the other one because they were visibly shivering?

church but he claims it’s because tucker shaking is so annoying and church has internal temperature regulation systems anyway

42. What's their favorite type of weather to enjoy together? (getting snowed in together, watching thunderstorms, etc.)

oh i think they have opposite weather feelings lol. church likes the cold, tucker likes the heat. i think they both hate the rain together tho. bonding over being mad about the wet

43. Who would give their life for the other without a second thought?

lol. lol. lol.

44. Who would dance in the kitchen making dinner? Would the other join in or watch from the doorway?

tucker 🥺 church would definitely be watching and then be pulled in and annoyed about it and just. cute.

45. Can they fall asleep without the other?

church doesn’t need to sleep so he does not bother sleeping unless he’s with tucker or caboose. tucker has more than enough practice sleeping in the worst of situations but he is 🥺 about having to sleep without church

46. Would they get frisky at the movies by themselves?

LMAO YES. remove the “by themselves” lmao. lmao.

47. Does either of them have a secret that could potentially ruin their relationship?

spoilers. but also. they’re both convinced that the secret of them having feelings for the other is this

48. Who's the better driver?

church is an ai that was literally made to be in charge of helping maintain a space ship the size of a city. so tucker.

49. Does either of them have a hard time being away from the other?

they cry EVERY DAY they are apart so sad so tragedy

50. Who's more likely to do something out of spite?

LMAO. they are so fucking. they are constantly fueled by spite. everything they do is out of spite. church is more spite but. tucker is there too

51. What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

church’s love language is 100% acts of service. he can’t tell you how he feels but he can make sure all of your medication is in order and to call to confirm your appointment and have you been eating enough vegetables lately? ugh he’ll have to hide them in your food for you so annoying. no shut up he’ll do it. he’s already doing it. tucker is just. constantly having his hands on church and kissing him and just hoping, praying that somehow everything he feels can be transmitted through just his lips grazing churchs skin

52. Describe their weekend getaway?

uhhhh. i have ideas for a honeymoon but. for a weekend… maybe they just go some place quiet and spend the weekend boning. or they go somewhere fun with caboose and junior and [spoilers]

53. Would they ever go skinny dipping?

tucker lives to go skinny dipping. church would think it’s stupid but do it anyway

54. Who’s more likely to carry the other to bed?

church demands to be carried at all times. but the one doing the most carrying is caboose. he loves to pick up his friends

55. Do they like watching clouds or star gazing?

no they are not deep. actually. church does like looking out at the stars when he’s on a ship. reminds him of a time when things were. good. tucker still doesn’t really know how to react when church gets wistful bc it’s such a rare and jarring experience so he just. stands there with him and holds his hand. even though he’s really REALLY bored.

56. What do they do turn the other on/put them in the mood?

aha uhhh nsfw.

57. Whose the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random things in the cart?

their cart is 100% snacks and bullshit. they both take turns being the one to put in real food and being the one to put snacky treats.

58. Who’s more likely to hold a grudge after an argument?

they are SO talented at holding grudges #1 grudge holders 2559

59. Who tops? Who bottoms?

nsfw. they switch

60. Who pulls the other closer when they’re sleeping?

i don’t know if either of them would. caboose.

#ask game #chucker #rvb #this kind of made me want to answer these specifically for chuckboose but i do not have. the energy.