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olderthannetfic · 11 months

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One of the things I've seen people who support End OTW Racism talk about is wanting to make sure only people who should reclaim slurs use them in their work. This raises a lot of questions to me, such as 1. how are you going to determine who gets to reclaim a slur 2. how are you going to determine that an individual is in the group you've decided should be allowed to once you figure out the answer to point 1, and 3. how are you going to deal with the fact that sometimes, a word is a slur in one language or one region of the world and not the rest? A lot of people I know in the United States only found out what the slur is for Pakistani people when a YouTuber from the UK (who is black, not Pakistani himself) got heat for saying it, for instance. If someone accidentally uses it as an abbreviation, not knowing it's a slur in the UK, then how is the moderation team supposed to handle that?

I like the idea of having more moderators who can review instances of harassment and racism, but I feel that some of these proposed ideas are not practical or realistic to implement online in large-scale on a site as big as AO3. I hate that anyone who asks these questions is being framed as being "pro-racism". Of course I'm anti-racist, I'm not white and I've experienced it in fandom, but having been in fandom for this long, I'm aware that it's a big space. It seems to me to be an impossible task to check that every single person using a slur is someone you've decided should be allowed to do so for every single instance of it being used in every story on the entire archive. My main fandom alone is half a million works. It would take an astounding amount of volunteers to look through that.

Also, though... people lie. People lie about their race a lot online. I have caught out many, many people in the act of lying when they claim to be Afghani because, as a mixed black/Pashtun person myself, I know enough about the region to ask them things like what language their parents speak or what part of the country they're from, etc., and people haven't put in enough effort to read up on the thing they're pretending to be, so they say something so incorrect it's readily apparent. But there are a lot of Afghani-Americans with very little knowledge of the country, too, as a result of generational trauma. Even I have sometimes found myself going, "Is this a lie, or is this someone who's just disconnected from their roots?" So how are volunteers on AO3 supposed to know if someone is or isn't the race they say they are? Even BIPOC can misidentify someone as a liar or believe someone who is actually lying if the liar in question put in a lot of work into their grift.

And that's without getting into the obvious fact that people are assholes who will lie about authors and forge evidence against them to try to convince the mods so-and-so is lying about being black so they shouldn't be allowed to use the word 'colored' in their historical fandom set in the 1890's. You know people would do that to each other, it's fandom. Fandom has always had toxic people in it.

A lot of people who back End OTW Racism keep saying, "we're just holding AO3 to it's promise back in 2020" but don't seem to have thought through their suggestions on how AO3 does that. I really want to be onboard here, but these ideas were not well thought-out. Even disregarding how many people it'd take to moderate a site this big, the flaw baked into this and many other proposals is that it falls into asking the moderators to make personal judgments and assessments of sensitive matters and situations where they don't have all the information they'd need to make that judgment call.

Honestly I think before calling for action, they should've had a list of actionable ideas for what AO3 do that are not so obviously rife with flaws and room for abuse by bad-faith actors.

There really doesn't seem to be a lot of willingness to deal with the reality of both racefakers and POC getting harassed for doing their own identities "wrong".

Frankly, I'd rather have lots of questionable works than one instance of demanding some hapless minority teenager prove their identity because they ~don't sound authentic~.

How much must that fuck a person up, especially if they're young? Especially, especially if they're some kind of diaspora, quite possibly displaced for unpleasant reasons.

I frankly think people massively overestimate any "harm" from some crappy fic a person refused to click back on and massively underestimate this other kind of harm.

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dearhargrove · 5 months

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Hii can you do Ethan x Reader where reader grew up with Ethan and his family so she was always close with him and Quinn and they go to the same college and are in Tara’s group but when they go to the party reader gets really drunk and Ethan takes care of her and the next morning reader thanks Ethan and they end up confessing 🫶🫶 (can have slight smut at the end if you want)

Let me care for you

Ethan Landry x fem!reader (but isn't specified I think)

summary You're drunk - your eyes unfocused and mind working at 0.5 speed. But one thing you knew for certain was that Ethan Landry was half-carrying you to your dorm and taking care of you.

word count 1426

warnings swearing, alcohol

a/n this was so cute! I wrote this dead tired and google docs wouldn't spell check, so if there's any errors tell me pls <3 otherwise enjoy! Oh, also: I know I made Ethan a lil more confident than he probably is canonically BUT him and reader have known each other for so long he's just comfortable around her and doesn't second-guess himself! Hope y'all don't mind and I also don't think it's that apparent, anyway

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You were drunk. Wasted, even. There were other students surrounding you, dancing and drinking, some you even knew from a random class or seeing them around campus. Well, right now? You weren't seeing anyone - at least not clearly. Your vision was fuzzy from the shots you'd drank pretty much the second you had gotten here with Tara and the rest of the group.

The party was fun and the music was good, the alcohol even better. So far you hadn't thought about your unfinished assignments and essays, you'd left all the stress in your dorm after pregaming with Quinn (and Ethan warily watching).

You were stumbling through the living room and kitchen, trying to decide whether to find another drink or just dance for now. However that decision was made for you when you arrived in the kitchen to see the few people there browse through bottles - all empty.

“Wait, they're out?” You drunkenly slur, glancing at the boy that was standing at the kitchen island next to you. You just barely hear his laugh, “Yeah.”

That's where the conversation had ended in your book, but he turns around and faces you, a grin on his face. “I haven't seen you around here?” You stop in your movements and look at him in your peripheral vision, hoping he'd take the hint and notice your definite disinterest.

He didn't.

“You don't wanna talk to me, princess?” He teases, though even in your drunken state you hear the slight aggravation in his voice. “No, sorry,” you dismiss and turn to leave the kitchen. He yells an insult after you and in turn you hold up your middle finger without looking back. Great, now your good mood is ruined.

Pursing your lips you look around the full hallway and living room, trying to spot at least one or your friends. How did they manage to turn invisible? You frown and stumble along a wall, your hand on it supporting you as you pass by a random couple making out (you don't know if the bile in your throat is from the copious amounts of alcohol you'd drank or these two but you're pretty sure it's the latter).

You don't know if you're imagining it or not but you can hear your name being called in a familiar fashion. You squint your eyes in suspicion and do a quick twirl, surveying the people. You regret that immediately, remembering why exactly you never moved that hastily while intoxicated. “Oh, God…” you lean over and heave, silently begging to whoever would hear you to let you get to a bathroom before vomiting on the floor of this frat house.

You feel a hand appear on your back, casually stroking along it in hopes to calm you down. Your brows crease and you're about to lash out at whoever thought they had the right to be touching you when you see the familiar pair of shoes and recognize the voice.

Ethan!

You look to the side and upwards, seeing the curly hair covered with the dorky cardboard knight helmet from his last minute costume (that you had helped him with!). He has a worried frown on his face and is talking but you don't hear him, focused on his unhappy expression. Who made him upset? Who did you have to have a word with?

You swallow and stabilize yourself on the wall again before straightening up, him copying your movement with his hand now on your shoulder.

With determination to make him happy again you reach out and press your thumb on the frown, trying to smooth it out. “Why is it not- Ethan. No frowning.” You warn when your thumb doesn't do the job.

There's a flicker of surprise on his face and then he laughs, “How much did you have to drink tonight?” It makes you giggle and you shake your head with a finger on your mouth, “It's a secret.”

He raises his eyebrows and then his hands in mock surrender, “Alright, alright. I won't tell anyone. If I hadn't seen you dry heave I wouldn't have had a clue you had something to drink.”

You squint your eyes again but decide to believe him. Then the music you'd ignored faded back in and you groan, really not a fan of the way you could feel the vibration of the bass in your gut (you were a hair's width away from puking, this was not making it any better).

“Hey lovie, let's get you home?” Ethan suggests and puts an arm loosely around your waist. He never held you tightly, always loose enough that you could just slip out of his hold if you wanted to.

You see this as an offer and lean your full body weight against him, mumbling about going home and being happy to see him after wandering around this house, unable to find anyone.

He catches and holds you up with ease, gently guiding you to what you guessed was the front door (could've been a window and you wouldn't have batted an eye) before leading you outside.

Cold, crisp air surrounds you and suddenly you can breathe again, the music only in the background.

“Fresh air is great, isn't it?” He asks with amusement and you manage a glare that makes him grin.

“Alright, I'll help you walk home.”

Now, almost an hour later, you're back in your dorm. The small, dimmed lights around the room are turned on and Ethan is busying himself, cleaning (you guessed, he was mainly moving stuff around and then putting it back).

You simply sit on your bed, hands under your thighs and feet swinging as you watch him, only looking away when his quick movements overwhelm your drunk brain.

“Alright, come here. You can't sleep in that,” he finally says, holding a shirt (your favorite!) and sleep shorts in his hands. Instead of complying you cross your arms and eye him up and down, “and why can I not sleep in this?” Your party outfit is… well, a party outfit. Apart from the overall vibe and fit there was definitely some liquor that had burned its way into the fabric.

“Because it smells like tequila and you'll hate me tomorrow if I let you lay in bed with it,” he calmly explains and nonchalantly kneels in front of you to help you take off your shoes.

Your eyes are droopy and teary as well as a dull pulsing at the back of your head. You're almost asleep by now, having been convinced to change and get ready for bed (Ethan had gently but clumsily cleaned off your make up with some wipes and then you'd tiredly brushed your teeth and changed).

But, even now with you already in bed, he was still here, back against Quinn's bed and sitting on the floor.

Cuddled under your blanket you blink tiredly at him, “Eth?” He looks up from his phone and looks at you attentively. You just take him and his cute costume in for a second before a warm smile appears on your face. “Thanks. You don't have to do this but you do anyway…”

You seem to surprise him with that and he puts his phone down, “Nothing to thank me for.” You smile warmly, no strength to phrase how thankful you actually felt.

“I'm glad it's you. Taking care of me.” You admit, the haze of drunkenness fading with the time and water you've chugged. “I'm glad too.”

You're staring into his brown eyes, the light of your desk lamp illuminating them beautifully as he smiles at you, this time a bit more shy.

“Eth?” You mumble and you two just look at each other before he gets up and you lift the blanket. He lays down with his back facing the door and yours facing the wall, a palm coming to rest on your cheek.

“I'm happy you're my best friend.” He says, but there's a slight hesitancy as he says the last thing.

Maybe it was the buzz from the drinks or just the vibe of right now but you lean in and press your mouth to his. You're both too out of it and tired to do more than this, smiles in between short pecks.

It was sweet, no words needed to be exchanged between you to know what this meant.

You would talk about it in the morning with both your heads clear, but for now all you needed was to be cuddled against his chest, his hand lazily stroking along your back.

#jack champion #ethan landry #jack champion x reader #ethan landry x reader #ethan kirsch #scream iv #scream #scream 6 #ghostface x reader #ghostface

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dumbbvnnyboy · 1 year

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So this is my first yandere fic so allot of is inspired by the amazing @belovedyandere

Warnings:

Manipulation, dr*gging, smut, also kind of a self insert

Today I was finally gonna execute my plan to get y/n, or at least grow a little closer to him.

I'd been Watching him for a while now, taking notes on his new favorite bands and biases, the games he was talking about and playing, i even hacked into his internet history to see what he was doing lately.

Which gave me some great information.

I knew gaming club was today and I'd seen him go to meet up with a couple friends there while I was having practice back in the fall.

I walked in and saw y/n talking to his friend while they played some Xbox game from their phones.

Deciding to sit somewhat close to them and do the same, making sure to specifically pick his new favorite game.

I'd already beaten it, along with all of his other favorite games, and a few I'd thought he'd like so he wouldn't catch on to my copycat behavior.

That's why it took so long for me to talk to him, I had to plan and research throughly.

As soon as I got to a cut scene I'd noticed y/n lifted his head to look at me and my phone screen.

"You like (f/g)!?"

"Ya, it's really immersing."

"How do you feel about (other fave game)"

"It was great, pretty hard but I really loved the graphics"

"Wow, I didn't know a jock could have such good taste."

"Ya, I don't fall in with stereotypes."

"I was wondering why you haven't called anyone here a slur yet."

I laughed and smiled at him again.

"You know if you like (f/g) and (o/f/g) I'd be happy to show you my collection later today, if you wouldn't mind coming over."

He looked towards his friend as they gave him a glare.

"Oh don't be such a pessimist, of course, I can come over today."

I couldn't help the smirk that formed on my face, I knew he was pretty naive which was what grew my fondness of him, but I didn't actually think just asking him would work.

He was almost in the palm of my hand, and if I played my cards right he'd be mine.

"Well whenever you want to go we can."

"Oh ok, just let me get my stuff together here, I'll text you when I get there ok."

He said the last thing to his friend as he swung his bag over his back.

I smiled as we walked out of the school, feeling the cold stare of y/n's friend.

I'm sure they were just protective of him, but that won't be needed anymore, not when he has me.

"Do you want the aux?"

"Well, I don't know if you'll like my music taste."

"Ah I don't judge, all music is pretty good."

"A-alright, this is probably my fave song atm."

He started to play Polaroid love by enhypen as I pulled out of the school lot and drove to my house.

I could tell he had started to become a bit nervous.

"Is everything alright?"

"Ya I just.."

"Your worried I bite aren't you, well I promise I don't, not to hard at least."

I smirked and the rest of the ride was quiet.

We pulled into my driveway as sugar rush by txt played on the radio.

A fitting song for what would entail.

We headed up the stairs to my room as he followed me shyly.

Once he saw the shelf with all the games on it his eyes lit up.

"Woah! Do you mind if I look through these?"

"Not at all."

He started to flip through the cases, pulling some out to look at them as I sat on my bed watching him.

It was adorable how excited he was, making my mind linger on how amazing it would be for me to finally corrupt him the way I'd been planning too.

"Would you like anything to drink?"

"Um alright, what do you have?"

"I think we have coke and Sprite."

"Cokes fine."

I left the room to grab them, making sure to turn up the heat and add something extra to his drink.

I walked in and handed him the glass which he accepted and started to drink.

"Your room is really nice."

"Oh, thank you, I try to keep it as clean as I can."

"Ya.. me t-to."

"Is something wrong y/n?"

"Ya ya, it's just, is it h-hot in here or."

"I feel fine, maybe try taking off your hoodie."

"Maybe I should just go home."

"Oh no darling, I wouldn't want you to get any worse, I'll get you some medicine and you can stay here til it passes."

I grabbed the hem of his hoodie and helped him take it off.

He was like putty in my hands, the aphrodisiac was making him more and more trusting by the second.

I wrapped an arm around his waist and led him to the bed laying him down.

I leaned down to his ear

"Doesn't that feel much better?"

I could practically see the shiver it sent down his spine as he nodded.

"Just let me take care of you, alright?"

"A-alright."

I smirked into his neck starting to kiss and suck at the skin.

He placed his hands on my shoulders, squeezing them every now and then as he whimpered and mewled.

My hands slipped up his shirt, starting to feel around his chest, playing with his nipples.

I started to trail kisses and hickeys further down his body body before I got to the hem of his pants.

I looked up at him waiting for a nod to continue which he did before hiding his face behind his arm embarrassed.

I continued to unbutton his pants and pull them off of him.

I knew he was beautiful, but I never thought he'd look this amazing.

I pulled down his boxers and took him into my mouth making him grab the sheets and moan out.

His body shook, i could tell he'd never experienced this kind of pleasure before.

Sliding my hand back up his body I placed two fingers on his lip.

He opened his mouth quickly starting to suck on them.

After a few seconds I took them out and used my other hand to spread his legs.

I started to stretch him with one finger before adding the second.

He continued to shake and moan as I continued the sensations.

I took my fingers out of him and pulled my mouth off starting to position myself.

"This might hurt a bit, but I promise I'll be gentle."

He looked up at me with glazed eyes and drool spilling from his lips.

I grabbed his chin and rubbed my thumb over his lip.

"My my how pretty."

I leaned down to kiss him as I pushed in.

He moaned into my mouth and I grabbed his hip with my other hand starting with a slow pace.

Y/n grabbed my shoulders again, this time squeezing harder and digging his nails into me.

We disconnected as a Trail of saliva kept us together.

His entire body was flushed, and his face had contorted into one of absolute pleasure and bliss.

He could barely talk or think, all he could do at this point was moan and whimper.

I wrapped my hand around him starting to stroke him with a fast pace and a hard grip making him practically scream and cum all over himself.

"Oh darling, you've made a mess."

I laughed as he whined out, still not letting go or slowing my pace.

"Ah t-too much too-

I grabbed his chin and kissed him again.

He whined into the kiss and his body shook again as I overstimulated it.

Kissing down his chin and sucking more hickeys into his neck I couldn't help the grin on my face.

"You're being such a good boy darling."

I finally had y/n all to myself, and no one would ever get between me and him.

#mlm and nblm only #x male reader #writing #yandere #male reader #x male smut

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hinatastinygiant · 2 months

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5 | Thoughts from the Alien Queen Hero

Pairing: Various MHA x Fem!Reader

Dear Departure

"I know, I know," Mina laughs as she pulls her hands out of Y/N's. "I'll be right back I just need a minute to catch my breath. Hold on!"

As Mina leaves her friends, she gracefully slides between bodies and plops herself on the sofa right next to Aoyama with a bottle of water in her hands. "Hey," she giggles, drunk.

"Oh, bonjour," Aoyama blushes as Mina scoots closer to him. "Are you alright?"

"I haven't seen you around much," Mina slurs. "Where have you been?"

"Right here, I suppose," he chuckles. To Mina, it almost seems as if he's trying to cover something. But he isn't typically a liar.

Suddenly, she sits up and faces the back of the couch, looking out into the crowd. "Wait, I think Y/N is going to come over. There's something I really wanted to talk to her about and maybe it's a good idea to run it by you, too!"

"Is everything alright?" Aoyama asks again, finally getting an answer by a nod of Mina's head.

"Y/N!" she calls out. "Come here!"

A moment later, she walks over. Aoyama is relieved to see that Y/N is mostly sober, unlike Mina.

"Hey, are you okay now?" she asks as she sits beside Mina.

"Yeah, yeah," Mina grins, sitting up straight and looking between her two friends. "I want to ask you guys something! Are you ready?"

Y/N and Aoyama exchange a nervous look.

"God, I wish everyone would just shut up so you can hear me better," she grumbles, frustrated when a new song begins to boom over the speakers.

"What is it?" Y/N asks, looking concerned.

"You can't tell anyone," Mina adds.

"Oui, I swear, we won't tell," Aoyama says reassuringly.

"Well," Mina bites her lip. "I was thinking of asking Kirishima to, you know, go out with me."

"Oh my god, really?!" Y/N gasps, her eyes wide. Mina knows how Y/N feels about it. Mina isn't dumb, and she doesn't want to be a bad friend either. She knows exactly why Bakugou broke up with her.

"I know what you're going to say, Y/N, but Kirishima's been single for three years and I can't stop thinking about him and I don't want to graduate without at least trying. So, please, help me out here. Tell me how he might react. I have to be prepared for the worst."

"You know the worst," Y/N scoffs. "I've already told you."

"I'm going to have to agree with Y/N," Aoyama adds softly. "If he rejects you, then you'll probably never talk to him again considering graduation..."

"But I don't think he'll reject me!" Mina protests. "I'm an amazing person."

"I'm with Aoyama," Y/N agrees. "I'm sorry, Mina, but you know how I-"

"Fine," Mina scoffs as she quickly stands to her feet, immediately needing to use the back of the couch to help her balance. "I'll just be alone forever."

With that, she wobbles away from the others, making sure to disappear quickly before Y/N can catch up to her. She knows exactly why Y/N and Hagakure have tried to stick to her hip all night. It's the same reason why she made sure she would be the most drunk at the party tonight. It is the last night to get her feelings off her chest. And when Kirishima rejects her, maybe she won't feel it as much.

But as Mina wanders away from her two friends, she finds that her heart still feels heavy. She's not ready to give up on her crush.

"Oh, hey, Ashido," a voice suddenly says behind her. She turns around and sees Jirou smiling softly. Finally, a face she doesn't quite mind seeing right now.

"Hey, Jirou, are you having fun?" Mina asks, trying not to let the disappointment in her voice show.

"Yeah, but I've been looking for you. Can we talk for a second?"

"Sure," Mina nods, trying to ignore the pit in her stomach. She hates being rejected. She doesn't know why, but she can't stand it.

"Look, uh, I've been thinking a lot lately, and... well, I'm going to miss you."

"Oh, thanks, I'll miss you, too," Mina tries to smile.

"Yeah, and uh, I think we should stay in touch, too," Jirou gulps. Mina notices that she looks a lot more nervous than usual, but writes it off as her being drunk. "So, can we make plans sometime to hang out, or something?"

"Of course," Mina giggles. "We can definitely hang out, no problem."

"Great," Jirou breathes a sigh of relief. "Then it's settled. We'll stay in touch."

"Yeah, I can't wait," Mina grins, a bit of the weight on her heart lifting.

"Me neither," Jirou smiles as she looks out into the crowd.

"Hey, Jirou, do you think we could step outside for a sec? I think I need some fresh air," Mina gulps, swallowing the puke that threatens to come up.

"Yeah, sure, come on," Jirou nods, taking her hand.

Mina doesn't argue. Instead, she follows her friend through the crowd until they reach the front door and slip out into the night air.

"Are you feeling alright?" Jirou asks as Mina sits on the front step and curls her legs to her chest.

"Not really," Mina sighs. "It's about Kirishima..."

"Oh," Jirou mutters, tapping the toes of her shoes together.

"Yeah," Mina huffs. "He's just... so kind. And I really like him. But I know he doesn't feel the same. What should I do? What would you do if you were in that situation?"

"I think," Jirou begins honestly, not quite sure how to tell Mina this without being too embarrassingly obvious. "I would just be his friend. I'd find him before the night ends and make sure we can still see each other after graduation because I'd be really sad if I never saw you- him- again."

Mina giggles at the slight slip of words, though she's much too intoxicated to notice the actual meaning behind the mistake.

"I'm gonna do it," Mina suddenly announces, rising to her feet.

"Do what?" Jirou asks as she stands up, too.

"Go talk to him. He is one of my best friends, after all," Mina nods, determined. "After you, of course. Thanks, Jirou."

"Okay, well, I'll be here if you need anything," Jirou smiles.

Mina grins and wraps her arms around Jirou's neck. Jirou is shocked, but she hugs her back, her face reddening slightly. "I'm gonna miss you."

"Yeah, me too," Jirou sighs.

"But I know you'll be a great hero. Just make sure you don't let those villains wear you out," Mina winks as she ruffles Jirou's hair slightly.

"You too," Jirou laughs, playfully shoving her away. "Now go, go, get going. Don't keep Kirishima waiting."

"I won't," Mina chuckles as she begins to walk back towards the door. "Thanks, Jirou!"

"You're welcome," Jirou sighs, watching as Mina slips away.

Dear Departure

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theglitchywriterboi · 1 year

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Some of y'all are so fukcing disgusting omg.

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, REAL PEOPLE CAN'T "QUEERBAIT" !!!!

Like this is so depressing, I feel so sorry that people practically forced him to come out because MAYBE he MIGHT'VE been straight ??? The fuck is wrong w/ some of y'all ???? [I'm pretty sure he also I.D.ed as unlabeled at some point, but even if he didn't, this is still disgusting]

Someone's sexuality or gender identity IS NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS & the fact some of y'all feel entitled to that information is terrible. I've seen so many people say [both regarding Kit & other unlabeled celebs] "If you're unlabeled but date the opposite gender, you're just straight trying to get queer points" & shit like that. AND NO !!! IF THEYRE UNLABELED THAT MEANS THEY DON'T USE A LABEL !!! People shouldn't have to tell you "I'm unlabeled, & to me that means I like guys & girls & other genders, idrc !! But I just don't resonate w/ bisexual or pansexual, or any other label at the moment" because YOU feel entitled to their identity. Maybe they're unlabeled because they simply don't like other labels. Maybe they're unlabeled BECAUSE THEY'RE STILL FIGURING THEMSELVES OUT !!! Maybe they know a label they like, but they don't wanna tell hundreds->millions of strangers ???

"Bu-bu- but what if a stinky cishet is playing a queer character I like/making songs about liking the same gender or questioning your gender 😨😨" WHO FUCKING CARES ?? Just hope that 1: they aren't a bigot & 2: The creator sought out queer people to play queer roles & if they didn't, sure that sucks, but it's never that deep.

I personally would rather the most cishet person ever play a queer character than to forcibly out ANYONE, let alone someone who's not even twenty yet.

Log off & go outside. Needing to know a strangers identity & harrassing them isn't normal or healthy.

ALSO

Stop making jokes about someone else's identity ???? "Well they haven't said they're queer [& maybe even said they're cishet] so they shouldn't care, in fact - if they do, they're bigoted !!" [Real take I've seen] W H A T ?? For one, cishet people are ALLOWED to feel uncomfortable w/ strangers jokingly calling them slurs, saying how gay they are, making jokes about their mannerisms, etc ??? Like y'all are just rebranding homophobia & transphobia. "But I'M gay/bi/trans/a lesbian" that's crazy, you can still spread bigotry while being in that group. Which is what you're doing. But also, THEY MIGHT BE IN THE CLOSET !!! I'm not saying "Everyone is queer, even if they've said otherwise" cause no, but a lot of queer people [including queer celebs] have said "Oh I'm cis/straight" before either later realize "Oh shit, I'm not !!!" Or before feeling comfortable w/ coming out.

"Oh well I wouldn't make those jokes if I KNEW they were queer" THAT DOESN'T HELP YOUR CASE YOU WEIRDO, ITS NOT OKAY PERIOD & SAYING YOU'LL STOP MAKING DEROGATORY JOKES ABOUT THEM ONLY IF THEY PUBLICLY SAY THEY'RE QUEER IS A TERRIBLE STANCE & NOT OKAY !!

They're strangers, not your mutual who thinks those jokes are funny. You're just harassing a stranger & brushing it off because you think just because you're queer you have the right to behave this way when you don't. Grow up. You're not doing any woke LGBTQ+ progressive win, you're just making life harder for other queer people.

Real people can't queerbait & trying to say they can HURTS people

Idc if someone who insists they're 100% cishet constantly plays roles where they're kissing the same gender or makes music videos where they're kissing the same gender. They're not queerbaiting cause real humans can't queerbait.

Sorry if this makes no sense, I'm sick & also really mad at this so it's hard to articulate everything well-

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vvatchword · 8 months

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Failure on Every Level: A Texas Story

Shouting Lady got on the bus today and we nearly had a full fucking fight. There was a security guard on the bus and idk what they taught this man but the very first thing he did was rare up and throw out a hand as the Shouter mounted the bus stairs. Guys that is called escalation. I know he meant well but I was like yikes is this your job? You suck.

Shouter was perhaps late fifties, big sunglasses, clearly homeless because she had a rolling suitcase and all her bags balanced on top of it. The homeless often have reusable bags donated by or acquired from a big local grocery store. I'm guessing that the local aid groups use them to donate supplies. You can pick them out of crowds.

What is with mental illness and the n-word? What the fuck is it? The world is full of slurs and all they have is that one. Okay, and fatass. They've got that one down. I never say or do anything to these folks but they tend to pick me out. They ain't wrong, this ass is fat. Again, doesn't bother me. It's the truth and they're stuck living one of the most miserable lives I can imagine. They can call me whatever they want. Won't change the fact I'm on top of the world, comparatively speaking, and if they can get an ounce of pleasure out of it, I'm actually glad to provide the service.

But again. The n-word. My friends. Why. I think because it's the most vile taboo word outside of, perhaps, "cunt." It always makes you cringe and sucks all the comfort out of the room. And there are always, always black folks on the bus when they employ it. Sometimes the slur-user is spitting full racist screeds and you turn to look at them and they are black themselves. And you're like wait. Wait what is going on. This is cursed

My supposition is that it's a way to stop being invisible. It's so awful that everyone becomes aware of it and the speaker becomes the most visible person on the bus. The other riders can't ignore it. It may also be a way of blowing off steam or attempting to wrest some kind of power back--claiming you're better than so-and-so because you're white and that's all you have left. Maybe several elements at once. I mean nobody gets on the bus screaming poetry, you know.

I take that back. There's one homeless guy who freestyle raps every time he gets on the bus. Annoying as fuck but preferable. Once I complimented him on his skills, but he flinched and stared at me like I was going to smack him. Poor guy, seriously. I haven't seen him since the winter. I hope he's okay.

anyway today's shouter was very white. She was screaming furiously into a phone. I'm not sure she was even talking to anyone. She was screaming about dying in the heat, and the implication was that someone had kicked her out. I vaguely remembered her from somewhere, which is a bad sign.

"MA'AM DON'T GET ON THIS BUS ANGRY PLEASE," shouted security guard. This always works, as does "calm down" and "have you tried yoga?"

"HAWRAnGANGaA" or something from the Shouting Lady. She was always talking, always in a stream of consciousness sort of way, with every word shouted and the same non-stop rhythm and volume and mood, like an unstoppable river current, so it was kinda hard to tell what she was saying. She never shut her mouth unless someone was talking to her, and the only reason other people talked to her was because they were telling her to shut up. At one point six unrelated people were yelling at once.

"Ah good," i thought. "Hell."

Security guard yelled about how he was a security guard and had been in the military. Big cringe moment friends. If you are, you are, you know? If you have to bring out your credentials your insecurity is showing. Also he's already twice her size and ten years younger, if she's not respectful now she's not going to start, ok

"I don't care if you were in the military!" Shouting Lady shouts.

for the record, he was trying to win by cowing this lady and this lady thrived on anxiety. Here's how you deescalate, for the record:

You smile. You speak softly. You hold eye contact. You ask their name. You use their name often while speaking to them. What has their day been like? What's wrong? Oh that's too bad. What do you think the solution is? Oh, I agree. Lots of nodding, smiling, gentleness. You make the conversation all about them, all open-ended questions. Their voice may not go down, but it can refocus them, make their tones more pleasant, and they don't have the urge to attack strangers. Half of the problem is that they feel like nobody sees them and nobody cares.

You don't go all full Tough Guy and threaten to pile-drive them like Security Guard literally did.

Everyone settles down somewhat while Shouting Lady shouts her interpretation of what had just happened ("i was attacked by that guy for no reason! You are going to lose your job!!!"). Bus driver asks her to calm down. Shouting Lady shouts about her civil rights and how bus driver is just supposed to drive.

Without warning, Shouting Lady gets up and lifts her phone and marches up the aisle to take a picture of Security Guard. Security Guard launches off like a furious doberman screaming "GET THAT CAMERA OUT OF MY FACE I WILL RIP IT OUT OF YOUR HAND" and Shouting Lady staggers backwards, clearly terrified. Won't lie, it was kinda gratifying to watch her nearly piss herself. A wise motherfucker ain't fucking with Security Guard. He exuded Do Not Mess with Me or You Have the Right to Stay Silent FOREVER. The guy was short, but stacked, and you had the sensation that he could flip that old lady and smash her flat like a coke can. I noticed she didn't use the n-word on him. She had that much sense, i guess.

Security Guard and Shouting Lady go back and forth a bit. I'm sorry, who taught this man shit? Fire them. Then fire him. As far as I'm concerned he was just making things worse. Made me think about shitty police work. Fight everybody, threaten them, if they don't stop, make them stop by force. Diplomacy? Wtf is that lol. Imma big man grrrr big cock grrr strong grrrrrrr

It also bothered me--i was listening to other passengers--how people attributed her behavior not to mental illness, but to her specifically. Like they couldn't see the reason for why she was acting like that. Do you not see the way she's speaking, do you not hear the way she strings words together, do you not realize that this isn't normal? So why are you trying to use reason on what is clearly emotional? The computer is borked, do not appeal to the computer. Find the root and dig it out. It's emotional and social need. And medicine and therapy. That too.

And then one of the other passengers, an older man in a page-boy cap--might've been the same one from two days ago--rose up and shouted, "Lady if you don't stop I'm going to call down Jesus into this bus right now. I'm going to rebuke that spirit in you. There is something wicked in you"

Me: (thinking) it's called mental illness and a shitty social safety net but go off I guess

Page-Boy Cap starts loudly praying and suddenly Security Guard stalks down there and slaps a hand on his shoulder, then bends his head in prayer. For those of you who don't understand, there's a belief in evangelical churches in the power of healing with the laying on of hands and "where two of you are, there I shall be also". Implication is that you can have miraculous powers if there are two of you or more. Long story short, little public exorcism right there on the bus.

Texas, my friends. Texas

Shouting Lady looks concerned for the second time. I almost never see shouting people of her ilk look concerned. I guess being told you're demon possessed is kinda startling no matter who you are. Also, she probably considered herself Christian too, i realized after some thought. Not uncommon for religion to be the subject of some shouting people. Everyone is trying to impose order on an unreasonable world and that's the crux of faith in general.

Bus driver finally slowed down and she's like, does anyone want to get on the bus behind me

Everyone gets up at once. I think that's when Shouting Lady realized nobody was on her side. She got off the bus in a huff and marched off toward a store to make everybody there sad.

Security Guard got off at the capitol stop.

Oh my god. You know what this means? He's probably one of the guards at the capitol building. That building is absolutely covered with guards fully kitted out in bullet-proof armor and automatic combat rifles. It's actually terrifying to walk in there. There is no reason to have a full platoon stationed there unless you are the most insecure and/or hypermasculine piece of shit imaginable. And guess what Texas' political top dogs are? All peacocking and grandstanding. We neeeeeeed 300 guys in bullet-proof armor and combat rifles here in order to show how very in control we are. We need to protect ourselves from (checks back of hand) high-school trans athletes!!!!

We're in their hands my fellow Texans. We're in these giant children's hands and I hate them

#vvatchword #stories

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bunny-lou · 2 years

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I always find it strange and interesting how headcanon fandom and canon versions of male characters can be so different…like for example with black phone, they have characters like being being into raves or like painting his nails pink/doing make up? I see this in a lot of fandoms esp on tumblr/ao3 where people will make their male character very extremely giddy/woke/feminine/ooc..why do you think that is? (Btw I’m not attacking anyone who does this, it’s not my jam but I’m just genuinely curious)

overall tho at the end of the day people are gunna follow their muse and bliss and write what they wanna write and I respect that I just like talking about this kinda stuff haha

(This ask was sent in two separate parts. I copied and pasted the second part below to make it easier to respond to.)

Warnings for a discussion of a film/short story called The Black Phone, which deals with a young boy being abducted and abused by a much older man. This response discusses the abuse toward the young boy. This particular response deals with homophobia from the 70's.

I'm not sure which male character you're talking about because I personally haven't seen anything like this. I originally thought you were talking about people writing the Grabber like this, but now I'm thinking it's probably about Finney.

A lot of people interpret Finney's character as being queer coded. His classmates use homophobic slurs against him, he has a father that would surely disapprove, he has a very close relationship with a male friend and some lines between them could be read as romantic.

There's an issue with portraying queer boys as overly feminine, but as someone who is not a male and someone who isn't overly educated in this topic, I don't think I can speak too well on this. Finney isn't emasculated or feminized in the film, but he is somewhat infantilized in the beginning, which leads to his character arc. He doesn't stand up for himself, he is shy and self-conscious with his crush, he has a very strict father who he lives in fear of. Finney's arc is learning to stand up for himself, fight back and take control.

While I have a lot of feelings about infantilizing a character tends to be the same as feminizing them, I don't really want to get into it.

But I think it's a mix of both things - people interpreting Finney as being queer male as well as him starting as a meek and quiet character - that would have people feminizing him.

Like you said at the end of the first part of your asks, this interpretation of the character isn't for me. When I fall in love with films, it's always due to the characters rather than the story itself. It's also why I try so hard to ensure when I write, the characters are believable. I like canon Finney - who is awkward and scared, but learns to kick ass and grow in himself. He likes baseball and space and loves his sister and friends.

But, more importantly, people can write a character however they want! If someone wants to write Finney painting his nails or doing his makeup or whatever, go for it! People use fanfiction and characters to express themselves or just for fun. Whether I will read it or not is irrelevant, as fanfiction can exist just to make people happy.

(There's also a chance I misinterpreted this ask and it's not about Finney at all lol.)

#the black phone #finney blake #robin arellano #the grabber #albert shaw #terrence blake #gwen blake #asks #anonyous

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asvterias · 2 years

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Hey Zoe, I love your writing and I was hoping I could request a fluff with reader and Ziggy. I was thinking it could be along the lines of Reader shows up with Nick Goode and Kurt when she’s looking for Ziggy and sees Sheila burning her so she punches Sheila and then gets Ziggy down and kisses her burn better. If your not okay with the violence that’s totally cool I just think some fluff with Ziggy and her badass gf would be really cute

𝖪𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝖠𝗐𝖺𝗒 ~ 𝖹𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗒 𝖡𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇

Warnings: Little Bit of Blood & Use of a Homophobic Slur

Pairings: Ziggy Berman x Shadysider!Girlfriend Reader

Summary: [Name] is searching of her seemingly lost red head girlfriend and eventually finds her but doesn’t like the situation that Ziggy is placed in. Like a loving girlfriend, [Name] protects Ziggy from Sheila and her goons but the results ends up in [Name]’s favour and takes Ziggy down to safety just to kiss her burns away.

Word Count: 2,472

Author’s Note: Yeah, I could do that. Thanks for your feedback, it means so much to me. Also thanks for the request!

“Hey, have you seen Ziggy anywhere?” You questioned the oldest Goode boy as you walked over to him and Kurt. Nick cocks his head slightly in a curious gaze as he began talking, “No, I haven't but I can hel–“

An ear piercing scream cut off the brunette boy's sentence as your head turned to it. You were pretty sure that you would have gotten whiplash from how fast you moved your neck.

But it wasn't just any regular scream. It was a very familiar scream and it sounded like Ziggy's. Your eyes widened in fear and you began dashing off without another word. The two Sunnyvale boys shared quick glances and followed in tow.

Reaching to the origin of the scream, you gasped at the shock to see your girlfriend tied up to a tree.

But it just wasn't any old tree. It was the hanging tree – the tree where Sarah Fier, the so-called witch was hanged.

You weren't really surprised to see who was the leader in this dangerous situation. Sheila fucking Watson was taunting your girlfriend, per usual. You're staring to think that Sheila ruining Ziggy’s life as a part of her daily routine by now.

To make matters even worst, you spotted something in Sheila's hand so you squinted your eyes and it sparked a resemblance to a lighter.

The realization only rumbled up the uneasiness in your stomach when you saw that it was displaying it's only action. Building up the anger in your body, witnessing the results on your Ziggy's beautiful pale skin, causing the part right underneath her armpit to expose a darker tone than intended.

No, it can't be. No it couldn't be. You know it's sheila but would she stoop that low just to get Ziggy expelled from camp. If there's one thing that you know about the sunnyvaler – it was that she was one determined hell of a bitch and even though you respected her on that, you despised how she used those intentions on Ziggy.

But it's Sheila so you really don't except much from her these days.

“Sheila, let her the fuck down!” You yelled, gaining her and her goonies attention. In desperation, Ziggy also looked up and let out a sigh in relief at the marvelous sight of you to her rescue.

Once you gained their attention, you began running towards them but made a beeline towards the mean girl.

Sheila formed a wicked smile, “Well, well, if it isn't the witch's girl–“ You cut her off with a harsh punch to the face making her fall to the ground from the impact.

“Touch her again and you're dead, Sheila! You hear me!” You exclaimed, bending your legs to her sight. “You're fucking dead!” So, Sheila needed to be taught a lesson on how to not mess with you or Ziggy for the rest of the summer and she was in for treat. As usual, she ignored you, probably not wanting to listen to anyone else other than herself. Much less a Shadysider.

Grabbing a handful of her black hair, forcing her face towards you, “Do I make myself clear?” Getting no response, you yanked her hair harder, enjoying the way her eyes shut harder to sustain the pain, “I said do I make myself clear?” You repeated, gritting through your teeth.

Too embarrassed to answer, she nodded slowly in response not wanting to be submissive to a Shadysider of all people. You smiled in satisfaction at this as you got back up, roughly letting go of her hair and jogged quickly towards your girlfriend to undo the rope which binded her against her will.

“That was hot.” Ziggy confessed, making you blush at the statement. Lifting her arm to reveal a tiny burn mark, carefully examining your girlfriend's expression when you hovered your fingers ever so lightly over the burn.

“Hush my little troublemaker.” You giggled as you started to undo the thick rope. Unknownest to you, Sheila wasn't going down without a fight and she staggers onto her own feet before charging at you.

Luckily, Ziggy noticed her footsteps receding towards the two of you and tried to warn you, “[Name], watch out!” She was too late, wincing as Sheila practically body slammed you to the ground.

Straddling herself onto you, she started to use her long nails to scrape your face but it only worked for a few seconds before you slapped her. Hard. Which gave you the force to get her off of you.

Getting the upper hand, you used all of your strength and pushed her onto the grass, straddling to punch her right in that ugly smug face of hers.

Your hits started to become numb to Sheila's face when a thick flow of crimson red blood started dripping out of her nose.

The Sunnyvale girl also tried to fight back but it was no use against you now. You were too blinded by rage and fury to even feel Sheila's weak attempts of fighting back.

The dried blood was which now forming on your knuckles became more visible with each hit. Sure your knuckles were sore as hell but were you going to give up? Hell no!! Sheila started it so you are just simply ending it.

It looked like Sheila's friends were going to gang up on you but it wouldn't happen under Ziggy's watch.

“Don't touch her!” Ziggy exclaimed to Sheila's goonies as she still tries to unloose herself from the rope burns which she was already receiving.

Just when it was going to get really messy, the party pooper's came and pulled you off of Sheila as you still tried to get out of Nick's arms.

“Break it up! Break it up!” Nick grabbed you by the waist to keep you back while Kurt did the same to Sheila.

The moment that they were distracted, you literally tackled her to the ground and continued to punch her. The sight of more blood oozing from Sheila's nose only encouraged you to go harder than before.

Apparently, jealousy was enough for Ziggy to break through the ropes and run instinctively towards you, placing her arms around your waist to stop you from attacking the Sunnyvale girl.

She so harshly shoved Nick out of her way with her body pressure and did his previous action which was holding you back, “Yeah, thanks Sunnyvale king. I can take it from here. After all, she's my girlfriend.”

“Alright, just trying to help.”

“Yeah, like I believe that for one second.” Ziggy scoffs at his response, still gripping onto your waist. The youngest berman girl loathed all Sunnyvaler especially the Goode family; she believed that something was weird about them.

Also, prior to a few days before, Ziggy found out from her sister who found out from Joan that Nick had a not so obvious crush on you.

Obviously, Ziggy didn't believe it at first – like come on – you were a Shadysider and he was a Sunnyvaler – they immediately didn't mix with one other. Other reason was that you were gay as hell and wanted nothing to do with straight boys.

But then Ziggy started to see things from a different perspective and they started to become more clearer for her. Like, how Nick would spend every waking moment with you even if was to just compliment you or surprise you with friendship gifts.

Oh, Ziggy loved you but god, you were so naive at times, mostly around Nick's presence. The eldest Goode boy knew that you were naive and he used that to his own advantage.

“Touch Ziggy again and I swear to god that I'll do much worse to you.” You threatened, still trying to wriggle free from your girlfriend's – surprisingly strong grip.

“It's okay, babe. You fucked up her face pretty good. You got her good.” Her voice soothed you as her fingertips ran over your visible skin making goosebumps rise up on your body. The tone in her voice was angelic – something that you don't hear from the angsty teen girl usually.

Feeling at ease, you sinked your body into hers, trying to level out your heart rate. Slowly calming you down as you felt Ziggy's heartbeat as well but unfortunately for Ziggy, Kurt's loud voice brought you two back to reality.

“Okay, would anyone like to explain what the hell happened here?” Kurt questioned as he walked back in forth, swinging his whistle in the air. The walking back and forth was like he was the parent so you were the children about to get scolded.

“You just saw what happened. [Name] tried to kill me!” Sheila screeched, gesturing to her very bruised face. “You should kick them out of the camp.”

“Well, you deserved it. Think you sunnyvalers own some shit just because your parents are rich and have the audacity to walk all over shadysiders, including my girlfriend.” Ziggy bit her lip briefly, god you sounded and looked so hot defending her.

“Yeah, you should ban them from camp. Look at what that shadysider dyke did to Sheila.”

“Watch about how you talk about my fucking girlfriend.” Ziggy defended you, as she quickly walked up to the brunette sunnyvaler girl and stared her down. Becky glared back, as if she was challenging ziggy to start something.

From the looks of it, there was soon bound to be another sunnyvaler vs shadysider fight but you pulled your girlfriend back, knowing only the shadysiders always receives the consequences while the sunnyvalers always walked away unharmed – it was so fucking unfair.

“Too be honest, I wanted to beat your ass from since I laid eyes on you.” You confessed as Ziggy placed an arm on your shoulder.

Turning your gaze to Becky, “Don't test me you little spoiled rat because you can catch these hands as well. And we both know from you just witnessed that I'm not one to be played with.” Becky's intimating glare started to falter piece by piece with every word that came out of your mouth.

The red-head held her breath for a second and turned her gaze back onto the blonde boy before speaking, “[Name] just saw the opportunity presenting itself so she took action. I really don't see the problem here.”

“That's it berman. Three strikes are gone, call your mommy and tell her to pick you up.”

“You're kicking her out?! She was the one being god damn lit on fire by that physcopath Sheila.” You exclaimed, pointing to the very visible burn mark on her arm, “If anything, Sheila and her followers should be kicked out of camp because she just attempted to murder my girlfriend.”

You were so infuriated at this. Why and how is Sheila still getting away with this? You won't stand for this and definitely not Ziggy.

Kurt ignored your complaints – as usual but Nick started to speak, “Sheila was in the wrong here, burning someone is assault and she could be sued.” The blonde Sunnyvale boy starts contemplating his options with his attention in the grass beneath him.

“Fine!” He concluded, raising his gaze from the green grass and pointed an accusing finger towards Ziggy, “But one more screw up and you're toast, berman. You hear me?!”

“Ohh...I'm so scared.” Ziggy rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms in annoyance.

Being the only two with brain cells in the conversation, you and Ziggy had agreed to go your separate ways from the sunnyvalers, as you started walking back the campsite. Stopping right into the sign, you gently kissed over her arm, not caring who was watching.

You just wanted to comfort your red-head girlfriend at the time and if anyone dared to interrupt you. Trust me when I say this, they will be leaving with a bruised face.

“If I kiss it, maybe the pain will go away.” You murmured as you inspected closer but instead of your gentle touch it was replaced by your soft lips. You kissed her burn ever so gently, doing it a numerous times to make sure that the pain will ease away from her as swiftly as possible.

“No, baby, that's not how it works.” Ziggy chuckled, flinching slightly at the feeling of your soft kisses reaching her skin. Even though the pain was long gone, she didn't want you to stop, clearly enjoying the affection from you.

Ziggy would always memorize all of the good recollections that you spent together when she was feeling down.

“Well, I solemnly disagree because you don't seem affected by the burn anymore.” You retorted back, giving her arm one last peck. Changing the conversation back to your beat down with sheila, your girlfriend let out a humorous laugh as she recalls the fight.

“That was totally badass.” Ziggy smirked, looking at the few scrapes onto your face. Connecting her hand with yours, both strolling pass various children with the mix of Sunnyvalers and Shadysiders.

The children of Sunnyvale and Shadyside were getting along so well, probably not caring of where they were born in but once they learn about their background, friendships will break.

You just wished that Sunnyvalers and Shadysiders would get along despite their differences trying to embrace one another instead of bringing the other one down.

“Yeah, well no one touches my girl and gets away with it.” You remarked, glaring slightly at the bully who stood 6 feet away from you with her Sunnyvale squad. Since, there was a fight between you and Sheila; your punishment was to clean the outhouse for the rest of the week.

Then Nick brought up how another fight would occur if you and the sunnyvaler were alone again. So the first time, Ziggy was actually grateful to Nick – which would obviously be the first and last time. So Kurt changed it to you two just staying away from each other until summer ends.

“Well, my hero. Let's go find Mrs. Lane to fix your wounds.” And just like that, you and the red-head were off, giggling in each other's companies as you two squeezed hands tighter like you were scared to let the other go.

Ziggy had a badass girlfriend to protect her when need and don't think that the Berman girl wouldn't do the same for you.

#𓏲 📂 ⋮ 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗏 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 .ᐟ #fear street 1978 #fear street 1978 fluffy oneshot #ziggy berman #ziggy berman x reader #ziggy berman x fem!reader #ziggy berman x black!reader #ziggy berman x fem!black!reader #ziggy berman oneshot

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imtryingmybeskar · 3 years

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So I'm sure we have all seen Pedro in the overalls today and my beautiful friend suggested a farmboy fic and I couldn't rest until I made it a reality.

*Disclaimers* I know nothing about farming, nor am I from the US. I imagined him as having a softer version of the Whiskey accent.

18+ only! You know the drill. 3.9k words.

The first time you saw him he was striding along the dusty road to your farmhouse, the sun at his back, his shadow stretching long ahead of him. Only someone looking for work and out of luck with it would be approaching at this late hour. From your perch at your bedroom window, you could look down and see the fatigue in the set of his shoulders, the dejection in the bow of his head. As he neared he stopped and dropped his pack to the ground before attempting to make himself presentable - raking his hand through his dark hair before setting his cap back on, dusting the legs of his overalls free of as much of the dirt of the road as he could, and finally straightening his back, righting his posture to make himself look strong, tall, not as hard up as he was. His rap at the door came as you were nearly at the bottom of the stairs and your dog, who had been peacefully sleeping at his approach finally woke and defended in a storm of paws and tail and barking.

"Hey! No!" you told her, and she quietened down and stayed where you told her to, in the line of sight from the doorway but no immediate threat to anyone on the other side. Opening the door you were greeted by the sight of a not-so-young-anymore man. Despite his efforts to clean himself up, his arms were streaked with grime and sweat and you could see the stains of his exertion under his arms and at his neck. His head remained bowed as he began to speak and you got the feeling he had replayed this spiel many times recently.

"Ma'am, I'm very sorry to trouble you. I'm here to see if you are lookin' to take on anyone at the farm at this time?" His voice was deep and rich with an enticing southern twang, sweet as honey whiskey.

"What kind of work can you do?" His eyes raised to your face and the hope you saw in their soft, dark depths almost melted you. As if he hadn't even gotten this far along with anyone for a very long time.

"Just about anything," he answered. "I can drive - harvesters, tractors. I can take care of all kinds of animals, muck 'em out, feed 'em. I've helped birth 'em too, though I know that time is passed for this year. I can sow and harvest by hand too if that's needed. And I can mend things, fences, roofs, you name it." Looking at him appraisingly, your curiosity got the better of you.

"Why are you on foot? Must have travelled an awful long way to get all the way out here." He looked down again, presenting you with the brim of his cap to look at instead and shuffling his feet awkwardly.

"I uh...I lost my own farm. Not too long ago. Sold everything I had to try and keep it afloat. Even my car."

"So, if I were to take you on-" his head snapped up eagerly again. "IF" you emphasised, "Would you be needing a place to stay as well?"

"If you had anywhere that could accommodate me, I would be most grateful for that, yes Ma'am."

"I want you to know that I've been out here on my own for a time. I know how to take care of myself. And I'm sure you heard and can see Tank behind me there." He was nodding as you spoke.

"I don't want no trouble. Just a job and a roof over my head." You eyed him for a few seconds more before stepping back from the door to let him in. He entered gingerly, staring around wide eyed as if he hadn't been inside a house for a long time.

"You hungry?"

"No...I mean, I don't wanna impose-"

"No imposition. If you're gonna work for me, you need feeding. Come with me." The dog whined a little as you approached, and you stroked her head. "Come!" you commanded the dog and she raced away ahead of you. Checking to see the man was following, you led him past the stairs and through the living area to the back. Here you had a small extension set up, with a bathroom and shower and a small room with a sofa which opened out into a bed, ostensibly for guests, though you hadn't had any for years. "You can get yourself cleaned up here. Any clothes you want to wash, you can do in the morning. There's no door to this room, so the only privacy you'll get is in the bathroom I'm afraid."

"This is...fantastic," he said in a low tone. "I've slept outside for a week or more, so this is just...Thank you ma'am," he finished, humbly. You left him to it and went to prepare him a plate of leftovers. When he finally emerged, scrubbed and fresh half an hour later, you bid him sit at the table and presented him with it. Without all that dirt streaking him and without his cap on you could finally see how good he looked and you had to tear your eyes away from the fullness of his lips before you went too far down that rabbit hole. The man was clearly desperate, hanging on to the shreds of the dignity of his old life by his fingertips. There was no way you were going to make him feel like he owed you anything by taking him in. You left him be until you heard him hum with satiated pleasure about ten minutes later.

"Better?" you asked.

"Better," he smiled.

"I see you've made a friend," you said wryly, gesturing to the large hairy head currently resting on one of his feet. You trusted your gut about this man, you didn't imagine him to be anything than he had said he was. But you had to be cautious for obvious reasons. The dog, however, had proved to be a truly excellent judge of character in the past and it warmed you to see her take to him so readily.

"I think I may have bribed my way into her affections. Chicken," he clarified.

"That'll do it," you smiled. He insisted on washing his own plate and then there was an awkward silence between you for a time as he stood in your living room, not really knowing what to do with himself. "Hey, you can sit and watch TV with me, or you can hit your bed if you want. I won't be offended either way."

"I...I think I will go to bed. I'm kinda lookin' forward to it."

"I can understand that," you said as you handed him pillows, blankets and fresh sheets to make it up with. "Just so you know, the dog sleeps down here too. She shouldn't wake you. And help yourself to water in the night, coffee in the morning. Whatever you want."

"Thank you," he said again, his eyes catching yours and looking happier than you had seen them thus far. "Goodnight."

The man worked like a machine. Having lived this life for many years, you were accustomed to being up before dawn, but he beat you to it the next morning, greeting you with a soft "Good morning," and handing you a cup of coffee that he had prepared. He kept up a pace all day, and you moved around each other around the farm, lifting your hands or voices in greeting when you passed. You couldn't help but notice how the soft cotton of his shirt creaked at the seams when he moved his broad shoulders, nor how deft his hands were at every task he set them to. The dog had begun to follow him everywhere and you found yourself liking that too, despite the mild sting of betrayal. He came in to help with lunch and after he washed up, set to chopping salad and buttering bread.

"This is gonna sound weird, but erm...your dog...she ain't partly deaf or anything is she?"

"No, why?"

"Its just, she comes when I whistle, but not when I call."

"Ohhh," you said, realisation hitting you like a wave. "Yeah, well, last night I might not have told you her proper name. I er...I wanted to make her seem a little more intimidating than she is. Just in case, you know. Hence Tank. Though she ruined that when she drooled all over your shoes." He gave a small chuckle, his eyes sparkling.

"So what is her name?"

"Cookie." At this, you heard the tell tale sound of Cookie's claws on the kitchen tiles. "Good girl," you threw over your shoulder at her.

"Well, that suits her a lot better'n Tank. She's so friendly."

"Only to the good ones. You should have seen her with the last man that came in here. She knew he was a wrong 'un. Took me a while to catch on, but I get there in the end." You turned your head to find him looking at you with sympathy and a touch of anger. "Like I said, I can take care of myself," you added and moved on with your day. In his first week staying with you he managed to do most of the little jobs that had been irritating, but not bad enough to address. The tap in the kitchen no longer dripped. All of the fencing was entirely without holes for the first time in forever. The roof of the chicken coop was renewed. You decided to celebrate by breaking out some beers in the evening and sat with him on your porch, watching the sky slowly turn from gold to apricot to scarlet. Once he had started to feel less awkward around you, you found him to be good company - intelligent and curious and with a good sense of humour and even your silences were now companionable, especially a few beers in.

"Need to plant some more things in the garden," he grunted, slurring a little. "Maybe some beets and some radishes?"

"That sounds good," you agreed, "but for tonight, just switch off a bit. Enjoy the beer and the view. You've more than earned it."

"Oh, I'm enjoyin' the view alright," he said. There was something low and sinful in his voice that made you turn your head to him in astonishment and definite interest, but as you did, his eyes grew wide and he started to splutter. "Oh God, I apologise. I haven't had a beer in months and I guess my tolerance ain't what it was. I...I didn't mean to offend. I didn't mean to say that."

"Didn't you?"

"No, I-I'm sorry." Putting your beer down, you came to stand in front of him, placing your hands on his knees and running them up his thighs.

"Are you sure you didn't mean it?" And suddenly the realisation of your own drunkenness came crashing around you. What were you thinking? You couldn't take advantage of him like this. He had nowhere else to go and he had said he wasn't interested. You straightened abruptly. "No, I'm sorry. This is wrong. I'm...I'm going to bed." And you did so, walking swiftly away before he could see the redness of your face.

The next morning, your coffee lay on the counter and you could see him outside the house pottering around. Berating yourself for an idiot for ruining the good feelings you had built up between you, you went about your own tasks in a crotchety mood. He didn't come in for lunch either, and you began to get a little worried about him. Deciding to tackle the problem head on, you brought him out a Tupperware with some food and some water. Eventually you found him in the barn, measuring some of the beams. He hadn't noticed you come in and you stood and openly stared for a moment at the sight of him with no shirt on under his overalls. It was pretty warm in here - you were starting to feel the effects yourself. His back was broad and muscular and his shoulder muscles rolled as you watched him reach up to measure something above him.

"Er...hi," you ventured, a little shyly. He whirled to face you, looking as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn't. "I'm sorry to bother you, I just thought you might want some lunch." You deposited it on the hay bale closest to you and carried on, keeping your voice light, "And to say that I'm sorry about yesterday. You said no and I shouldn't have pushed it. I don't want you thinking you have to do anything like that to stay here!"

"Thank you," he said softly as he made his way over to you. "But..I said no because we had both been drinkin' and because I didn't wanna take advantage of anythin' I wasn't bein' offered freely and honestly." His eyes raked over your face, black and piercing in the half light inside the barn. He was so close to you, you could smell the lemon scent of his soap and the musky smell of him underneath. There was a sheen of sweat across his chest and before you could stop yourself or think too deeply about what you were doing, your hands were upon him, feeling the taut, strong muscles of his pectorals. You bit your lip a little as you raised your eyes to his.

"You're not taking advantage," you whispered. "I want this." That was all the invitation he needed to crash his lips upon yours with a fervent desire. His big hands circled your waist and roved your back as his tongue begged entrance at your mouth. Your own hand moved down his overalls to where he was starting to bulge, massaging his length and making him moan into your mouth.

"Christ, I...I've not been with anyone for so long. That feels so good, don't stop." You heeded him, but also brought one of his hands from around your back to your breast where he began to knead it intensely and he groaned again, in between peppering your mouth and neck with kisses. "Fuck, you're so pretty. I thought so from th' first moment I saw you. I didn't know how to say..." For someone usually so reticent, he was on a roll now he had your tit in his hand and you were palming him through his overalls.

You snaked your hands up his body again and undid his overalls, letting them fall and pool around his feet where they landed. His body was gorgeous, broad and muscular with a little fuzz over his chest and running down his stomach. You ran your hands all over it, feeling the slickness of the sweat beading through his hair under your hands and feeling your own body begin to heat and respond in earnest, your clit throbbing a little between your legs. He kicked off his boots, and took off his socks and overalls in one swoop before taking you back in his arms and kissing you ardently again. His hand slid up your shirt and hiked it up, the sweat at your back making it stick to you a little. You broke the kiss to hurl it from your head and away, closely followed by your bra.

"Oh fuck baby, your tits are so beautiful. Lemmie taste you." He got on his knees in front of you and did just that, taking your nipple in his mouth and sucking on it harshly whilst rubbing your other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Exhaling a moan of pleasure, you tangled your fingers into his dark waves and pulled him even closer, feeling his smile against your chest as his free hand undid the buttons on your jeans. You could feel the wetness in your underwear now, the telltale stripe of moisture under your cunt as he coaxed that sweet feeling all through your veins with his tongue and fingers on your nipple.

"I want you to fuck me," you gasped. "Need you to fuck me hard."

"Oh don't you worry, baby, I'm gonna take good care of you," he murmured against your skin as he pulled the material down your legs. "Fuck, you're so wet already. I can see it on your panties. I wanna taste you there too. Can I?" His big dark eyes looked up at you with pleading and what you would have called innocence had he not already been flicking his tongue back over your nipple, making you squirm and huff with the pleasurable tickle of it. In reply you pulled the rest of your clothes away from you, but before he could reach his prize you took his jaw in your hand and brought his head up to look at you. He was instantly attentive and alert, looking slightly worried, as If you might have changed your mind in the few seconds it had taken for you to remove your clothes.

"You can taste me, if I can taste you afterwards," you offered.

"Hell yeah you can," he muttered appreciatively as he got to his feet and lifted you on to a haybale. The straw poked you roughly and mercilessly, but you forgot about that when he leaned over you and kissed you deeply again. "Gonna make you feel real good, honey," he promised again before kissing a path downward. He hooked your legs over his biceps and ran his forearms up to your breasts, teasing your nipples again before diving right in to lick warm, wide stripes from your cunt to your clit. It had been so long since anyone had been intimate with you, your head felt dizzy and overwhelmed, but he took it to another level with the enthusiasm he brought to the task. He lapped at you and what you were leaking as if he were a man starved, pushing his face into you, so you could feel his patchy stubble rub against your inner thighs, and sucking gently on your clit. It took an embarrassingly short time before your breaths came stunted and your voice rose in a wail of pleasure as he drove you to your peak, the red hot lava of it flowing from your core throughout your body. He ripped a second from you when he pushed two thick fingers inside and curled them wonderfully to strike against that part inside you that you yourself could never reach. His eyes glittered with lust as you came down from your high and you swore you could come again just from the look he was giving you from between your legs. He kissed your inner thighs and wiped his mouth as he came in for another kiss, your taste all over his tongue and lips.

"Your turn." you announced breathlessly, as you got down from the bale on shaky legs. Not breaking eye contact, you knelt in front of him, the straw on the floor not much of a cushion for your knees. He moaned loudly as you raked your nails down his side, catching them on the waistband of his underwear and pulling them down, allowing his cock to spring free and bob up toward his stomach. You had felt that he was well endowed, but seeing him was something else entirely and you couldn't help the hum of appreciation that escaped you before you leaned forward kissed the reddened tip, his precum brushing over your lips. You looked up at him as you licked it off and could see his breaths coming heavy and wild, his shoulders and chest heaving in anticipation. His hands came around to tangle in your hair as you licked a swirl over his tip before taking it in your mouth and sucking gently whilst moving down his shaft.

"Fuck, baby. You're so good. C-can I move?" You brought your hands around to the firmness of his ass and moved him forward a little to give him permission and saw his head roll back in pleasure. He seemed to not want to hurt you and fucked your mouth much more gently than you thought he would. Your head bobbed further and further down his shaft until he was striking the back of it, making you gag a little. Raising yourself back off, you pumped him with your hand while swirling your tongue over his tender head. When you brought your other hand to cradle his balls he trembled a little under your touch. "Honey, I do not want you to stop, but if you don't I won't be able to fuck you before I come." You removed your mouth from him slowly, hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard as you progressed.

He helped you to your feet and reached down to stroke your clit again while he kissed your lips, the taste of you both mingling in your mouths. Turning your back to him you bent over the hay bale, presenting yourself to him and you heard a guttural sound of arousal behind you before the head of his cock was notching at your entrance and pushing in all at once, stretching you and making you whimper as he bent over your back and kissed your shoulder. "Are you ok, baby?" he muttered. "Does this feel good?"

"Yes," you whispered. "Now fuck me hard."

He bit down a little on the meat of your shoulder and whispered a low "Yes, Ma'am," before standing fully and beginning to piston his hips into you with forceful, firm strokes, his cock pushing further within you each time. It was overwhelming and even more so when he pushed down on your back further so that he was fucking down into you and sliding over your spot with each thrust. The change in pitch of your gasping moans and the wetness that you could suddenly feel around the tops of your thighs encouraged him to fuck you even harder, his cock swelling as he got close to his release and filling you up beautifully. "Like that, honey? Right there?" he grunted as you started to feel yourself lose control around him.

"Yes, there, please, don't stop, please," you begged. He captured your arms and pulled you further back toward him, and suddenly he was striking something white hot and golden inside and you were gone, your cunt pulsating around him and flooding him with you. Your head was so dizzied that you only noticed he had pulled you flush against his sweat-sticky chest when his arms were around you, grasping greedily at your breasts and the hot breath of his rich, deep voice was beside your ear.

"Where-"

"inside." He drove into you half a dozen more times before he cried your name aloud and you felt him pulsate strongly within you, jettisoning his spend into you with groans muffled against your shoulder. As he withdrew, he held you up gently before turning you and lying you on the bale he had just taken you over, coming to lie down beside you with his big eyes searching your face and his big calloused hands stroking the soft skin of your belly. The sweet summer sun was slanting over his face, turning his black eyes amber in its glow and you felt a welcome twinge in your heart as you took his face in your hand and kissed him.

#m x f reader #farmboy #farmboy smut #pedro pascal smut

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amporella · 2 years

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Have you ever seen/read any kyman fan content that you liked or that you felt like did it right?

Anon, I'm gonna be real with you.

Honestly, when it comes to ky/man fan content that I like(d) - there's none. I haven't found any ky/man fanworks that at all drew me towards the ship, and there's never been a fanfiction with ky/man as a background ship that I felt wouldn't be better off without it.

However, I also haven't actually consumed a lot of ky/man fanworks. If I ever read a fanfiction that involves it, it almost always fulfills at least two of three criteria; those two criteria being that it's by an author I trust, it's a background ship, or the author just didn't tag it properly. So I'm not the best source on what ky/man fanworks are good or not, because I'm just not super well versed in them!

That being said, I have heard decent things about How Long Till Your Surrender?, and its sequel Floor To Ceiling - but fair warning that while the first one is purely ky/man, the series actually ends with stanky, lol. I think that scenario is one of the only ones in which I can see ky/man occurring; namely, that Kyle's at an unhealthy point in his life, that the relationship is not healthy, and that it doesn't last forever, usually with Kyle realizing hey, someone out there actually loves me and won't call me antisemitic slurs all the time (and has never done so) so I should go get with them. People getting themselves into abusive relationships isn't uncommon - and I don't think it should be taboo to write about. I've read a few fics somewhat related to that (the holly cat fic, lmfao) that I've enjoyed (or at least tolerated), and I think I mainly start thinking 'holy shit, this is out of character' when it's healthy - and I could go totally off the rails right now and question the appeal of a healthy version of an inherently unhealthy ship, but I'm not going to because it would be boring, and because I'm pretty sure a friend of mine is going to at least touch on that in a future post.

Thank you for the ask, and I'm sorry I couldn't give you more of an actual answer! If anyone that follows me wants to share any content that they think did it right, please feel free to!

#asks #ty for the ask ajofpwiaj <3 #i appreciate that you think i'm a solid enough source for this!!

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astrojoy · 3 years

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Just a note for people who play video games (or a hobby that others look down on)

Really quick let me explain what just happened to me/rant I guess 👋😳

So basically. My grandmothers an alcoholic who drinks everyday from around 10 am to when she goes to sleep, so around 10-12 am , I have to stay at her house for a little while until the house I'm gonna move into is cleaned and stuff. Well I'm someone who has never really delved into video games too much in my life. I absolutely love them and wish I could play them more but normally I can't. I have other passions too. I was given an opportunity about a week ago if I wanted to play on a game. So of course, I've been steady trying to beat it but also not being completely submerged (I can't sit for long periods of time because my body starts to ache) And a disclaimer, I actually do chores and work around our house and yard, I have to and I do it just to not hear my grandmother talk bad about us like she enjoys to do when she decides she has the chance. My grandmother came in my room today slurring her words and asking if she could come watch me play on my game. I was taken back. I'm not rude but I also didn't really want her near me so I finally just said "sure" and she sat on my bed. She's a very negative person by the way. Loves drama. But she started mumbling. "That's crazy" she couldn't get over the fact that games have changed and such. She doesn't like them at all. Then she started entering in passive aggressive comments. "I'm not being mean but blah blah blah" and it started making me upset. Not only was she in here but she was also making me feel really irritated and hurt. She then got up and said "you need to get a job"

As a 17 year old girl entering her senior year of high school in a few weeks this was kinda a little late. Not only that, but I actually have put in applications for places near me to help my mom out but I haven't been cleared/taken of course. I mean I'm a 17 year old without a high school diploma, so I don't really expect much. Then I told her that and she gestured her arm towards the tv, sipped some of her beer, and stated "well ya know, you need a life" dramaticing the "life" part. This sentence actually really made my heart pang. As someone who can be positive and spread light to others, but be quite sad at times when I'm alone, I've already thought about this. How I don't have as much passion for anything anymore ever since I moved in and etc. And for her to say this "get a life" kind of scenario really effected me

Concluding this

Dear gamers,

Video games are a hobby. They are what you find fun. There is absolutely nothing wrong with playing them. Obviously be a responsible and kind human who isn't hurting your health or anyone around you, but gaming is not bad. Playing games does not mean you should "get a life" because you already have one. This whole societal stereotype of how gamers are depicted in a bad light, especially with older folk, it's crazy. Gaming is a hobby just how reading is! Yet you don't see people bashing people who read books do you? Instead they actually seem to praise them as they are people seen as sophisticated/intellects instantly. Yet a gamer can't be?? It's crazy. Follow your heart. Follow your calling. Play them games and have fun. Sometimes if nothing else can make you smile but you have a hobby that actually does but is looked bad upon- DO IT! Feel happy and content. Just because others don't like to see you be happy doesn't mean you should feed yourself into their lower vibration. Don't listen to them, listen to yourself. Don't live your life like they lived theirs, miserable. If your happy and spread that happiness to others, then others can feel this as well. Somewhat of the domino effect. Stay gaming 💖😌

#video games #awareness #spread positive vibes #spread love #tarot community #tarotblr #astro community #astrology community #astroblr #zodiac #all zodiac signs #astrology #astro notes #im tired of this #life lessons

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xsamuu · 3 years

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HEYYYYY!! I saw your ask box was open and I was wondering if I could request a headcanon? Where the reader is in a massive fight with a friend they haven't seen for like 3 years and the friend takes it too far by saying something like "That's your boyfriend? How gross" "Ew why does he look like that? Couldn't grab someone better? Ugly ho" or whatever you come with? Tendou, Bokuto, Kenma, Kags, Nishinoya please, if you will?

I screeched when I saw this omg thank you I hope this is up to your standards bebs 😼👍🏾 but uh I should say some did come out a little bit like scenarios but I tried to stick to headcanons sorry for that still hope you enjoy 🎃😼

~Admin Rizzo

Tendou Satori

-you was minding your own business walking through a park your hands intertwined with your lover when a ✨m u s t y✨ old friend you knew had decided to share there unwanted opinions

-Tendou could see how uncomfortable you was and wanted to remove you from the situation but as he went to walk around the obstacle you stopped dead in your tracks

-“That’s who your with oh my god that’s fucking gross, I guess you’ll hook up with anyone you thot”

-It’s safe to say that tendou had come up with thousands of insults by the time the slur left there mouth

-Who even was this person?— WAIT WHO THEY CALLING A THOT?!

-you wasn’t a very confrontational person but nevertheless you wasn’t about to let this person who wasn’t even in your day to day life anymore talk smack about your man

-you went to retaliate when a big arm swooped around your shoulder catching you off guard

-“Babe lets go I wanted to bring you to the park today not a circus” 🤡

-Needless to say your ‘friend’ was shocked and maybe a little intimidated

-You on the other hand had to summon all the strength in your body not to laugh in there face

-With his arm still wrapped around he moved you away from the situation the both of you quickly changing the subject to something more important

Bokuto Kōtarō

-Bokuto loves spoiling you

-your the love of his life and he will make sure you know this not only through his words but also his actions

-this however works both ways there isn’t something you wouldn’t do to show him how much you support and love him

-You was sitting in the crowd at one of his games it was a very important one winning this match would definitely get him recognized by some powerhouse teams

-every time he would score a point for his team he would look up at you and every time you would be there imitating his celebration “HEY HEY HEY THATS MY ACE” You felt only pride and absolute infatuation with this man

-you was cheering your heart out when you suddenly felt someone bump your shoulder (a little too hard to be an accident—)

-You swung your head around only to come face to face with an old friend from middle school they looked bitter asf and your conscience was telling you to just ignore them

-“Oh you have nothing to say to me now Huh? I see your at another one of these boring ass games I thought you didn’t have time for people?”

-It’s true at one point you did say that but you didn’t think you’d loose one of your closest friends because of it even so you continue to ignore them hoping they’d get the message and leave

-they didn’t.

-“So you and number 4 are together I’m assuming. I guess ugly attracts ugly”

-immediately you saw red but you couldn’t ruin this for bokuto important people were here. As if he could sense your distress he shot his eyes up to where you were in the stand

-He called a time out, and started running out the gym everyone was confused but when he reappeared in the stands you knew all to well that he had caught on

-“Babe I just noticed your supposed to be closer to the match your an important guest” he smiled you mouthed him a thank you and gathered your things walking a few rows closer to the front

-Thankfully Akaashi was there looking up at you distracting you. The owllike man glared at your old friend “I don’t know what you did to Y/N but you better leave before you have another problem”

-When you looked back your ex friend was nowhere to be seen you giggled as bokuto gave you a big kiss before returning to the court

Kozume Kenma

-Kenma isn’t a contentious person in fact he would much rather settle an issue in the most inconspicuous way possible

-Even so if he feels that him or his partner was disrespected in anyway he will not hesitate

-You and Kenma was at a gaming convention you had been planning since the beginning of February (it’s now late April)

-You had sat through the entrance ceremony and was walking around admiring all the stalls and you were both having so much fun

-Kenma had left you for a split second to get someone’s autograph it was the animator from a game he played religiously you didn’t mind you stayed put and was scrolling through your phone

-“Long time no see y/n” you lifted your head to the sound of your name being called and made perfect eye contact with an old ‘friend’

-If you were being completely honest you hated them all they did was make you feel like an inferior insect whenever you two were together you hummed a ‘yo’ before going back to your phone

-“Still a quiet freak eh LuLu I guess you here on your own or something”

-Lulu was the name of a magical girl from a cartoon you used to love but upon finding out people would use it to mock and degrade you

-you was gonna walk away the ridiculous nickname when you heard a familiar voice

-“no y/n is with me and you are?” It was a genuine question but anyone who didn’t know Kenma would take his pack of expression as bored or sarcastic

-The person scoffed and pointed accusingly at Kenma “That’s who your with LuLu you couldn't do any better HE’S JUST AS LIFELESS AS YOU ARE”

-You tugged on Kenma sleeve motioning to just leave as you felt uncomfortable but Kenma wasn’t having it you had been so excited to be here and with him and this nobody came out of nowhere and started harassing you

-“Listen um going to say this in a way you could understand— he smirked at you and then opened his mouth again

-What escaped his mouth next left you shocked, scared, a little embarrassed for him even but mostly touched

-he cleared his throat

-“lifeless. I’m not lifeless in fact I have a burning hatred for you right now. And that why I feel no guilt in what I’m about to do.”

-You gulped and held on tighter to kenma’s sleeve mentally preparing yourself for what he was about to do

-“YoU HaTe LuLu’S tRanSforMatiOn sOng?!” He practically shouted. Instantly a horde or gamers, writers, weebs and more bombarded the area shouting and screaming and causing a scene

- From all the commotion it’s sounded like your ‘friend’ was ok but some of the words leaving the mouths of the mob were kinda cruel

-you smirked and Kenma led you away

-You know he doesn’t like being the center of attention but he still protected you and for that you’d be sure to thank him for that

Kageyama Tobio

-Kags never really liked leaving you behind when he had to go to different countries

-without you it made him anxious and you would reassure him that you’d be fine and eagerly awaiting his return

-Including the return of his big, fat juicy—

Ahem heart 🙂

-You had been sitting in a café Face Timing him

-You’d often have dates like this and you both enjoyed them you was talking to him when someone took up a seat next to you

-“Hey Y/n funny running into you here” a familiar voice echoed

-A w k w a r d you hadn’t seen or heard from this person since a fight you had a couple years ago why now?

-You had nearly forgotten about your boyfriend on the other side of your iPad screen until “Oh you bought a friend y/n”

-you was at a loss for words but before you could answer the unwanted annoyance to your left answered for you

-‘We’re not friends y/n cut me off because she’s toxic” it took kageyama a solid 10 seconds to realize that this wasn’t a real friend and that you were silently asking for help

-You rested your head in hand obscuring the person from kags field of vision therefore blocking there vision of your face and boyfriend

-hoping they’d get the message without you having to vocalize it

-they stood up and you let out a breath you didn’t know you was holding

-“I wasn’t checking out your friend don’t worry he isn’t my type I prefer cute boys” they spat

-Before you could even assess the fact that they pretty much called your boyfriend ugly you was already pissed at the fact that they referred to kags as your friend

-you stood up abruptly and it’s like they were waiting for you to loose your cool all hope was lost when you heard him clear his throat

-“[there Instagram name] Damn you was easy to find. I liked you post”

-You felt a tinge of confusion race through you but watching all the blood in there body rush to your friends face made you curious

-“DELETE THAT RIGHT NOW” people were definitely looking in your direction

-“Leave then I will” Now you was curious what the help did he do?

-seconds, literal seconds. The annoyance was nowhere to be seen

-“Kags..wha—”

“I shared there IP address in the comments :p”

- “PFFT kAgS!”

Nishinoya Yū

-Noya made sure that you felt like the only person in the world before he asked you out, so when you started dating you didn’t think he could get any more protective over you

-You was sitting in the cinema with him both smiling and listening on to the movie

-He fidgets a lot in his seat but you dont mind you know he cant help it besides you find it cute he is just so full of energy

-“Babe imma go to the toilet be right back” he kissed your cheek and left

-you continue to watch the movie until you feel someone slither into the seat next to you and hearing the voice your your temples irks and your expression one of annoyance

-One of your ex friends for how many years ago had to be in the same theatre at the same time on the SAME FUCKING DAY

-they didn't seem like they were moving so you just spoke first

- “can i help you.?”

-No response :/

-You were even more irritated than before

-Noya came back a few minutes later and noticed another person had sat right next to you

-Noya is dense VERY VERY DENSE he assumed you ran into one of your friends so he didn't question it

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-After the movie finished you grabbed your things and rushed to get out of that situation

-The same person had finally said something after a whole hour

- “That’s who you came with.. You really know how to pick em an annoying toddler really Y/n your honestly pathetic--”

-It didn’t bother Noya he has been called short all his life this isn’t any different but this rando was obviously upsetting you and he would NOT have that

-Noya would step infront of you and confront the person they get a warning

-one fucking warning

-If they don’t take it i shit you not noya is going for the ankles periodt

- “I DONT KNOW WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE BUT YOUR UPSETTING MY PARTNER THE FUCKING DOOR IS BEHIND YOU SO TURN AROUND”

-Noya looked like the aggressor and its safe to say he may have caused a scene but he would be a fool not to step in and protect you with all you got

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pinkispoggers · 3 years

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Questions Lead to Answers | Lance Bishop x Fem!reader

Prompt: Asking an artificial person questions is easy, but the answers, could lead to something a little different.

WARNINGS: Smut, light fluff, and rough sex.

Words: 3.8k

notes: if there is bad grammer, im sorry! PLEASE READ!!! (BIG CREDS TO SQUILF FOR REFRENCING THE PART WHERE (SPOILERS!!) ROBOT RELATIONSHIP TALK COMES IN AND ALSO THE IDEA OF GETTING DRUNK AND KISSING HIM!!) (If you think I haven't credited them for other things please let me know so i can credit them!)

Waking up from Cryosleep is always hard, like when you feel nauseous after finally waking up, or Sergeant Apone always on your ass. You rise up from your bed, peacefully, not feeling the need to vomit, and sleeping away from Apone. This was gonna be a great trip, you thought. You had heard the rumors of a new synthetic being put on board, or a new crewmate but nothing else about the situation.

You didn't say hello to anyone except for Hicks and Drake, as you had met them before beginning this trip. You were very new to the crew as this was your first trip with them. Before you could get a chance to hear Apone's morning bullshit, you rushed over to get your flight suit.

As soon as you are done with that, you rush over to the cafeteria as fast as you could, not trying to catch the attention of anyone, keeping as quiet as possible. About half way there you're about to turn a corner when you see a pretty average height… male? You aren't sure but it makes you stop in your tracks. You try to stay as quiet as possible, trying to slip past him but when you tried to take a step, he turns around. He looks straight into your eyes, with soft ones.

You have never seen him before, not even when you were getting ready for cryosleep. "I'm sorry…" you whisper "no need." He says as clear as day, his voice almost soothing and a little deeper then you had imagined he would sound like when you saw his face. "I'm Bishop." He exclaims softly "I'm sorry if I scared you." He adds. "No, no your fine." You say, louder than you intended. He smiles at your response, a tight but soft smile.

In all honesty, you were a little creeped out by the situation you were in but you couldn't deny that he was attractive. "I'm Y/n" you say awkwardly. "Well hello Y/n. Would you like me to walk you to the cafeteria?" "Uh… sure…" you answer softly and he starts walking and you catch up to his side. You walk to the cafeteria slowly, taking in every moment of your new surroundings and him, but you do not talk.

He locks eyes with yours for a second as you look back at him and then he parts ways with you but not before he smiles which makes you blush. You just stand there, in the middle of the cafeteria awkwardly, not knowing what to do, not knowing how to do anything other than breath. When you finally notice your situation and surroundings, you get your shit together and find that you need to get food, which Bishop seems to be passing around. And of course the first person he walks over to, is you.

You aren’t even seated yet when he asks you, "do you want some cornbread" you are still anxious from all the new eyes gazing over at you "uh.. uh.. sure!!" You say and you take it. You don't look back and walk away to where Hicks is sitting with another crewmate. "Hey guys!" You blurt out and they look at you all smiley as you sit down finally. "Whats up man!" The unknown man smiles widely. "I'm Hudson, and he's Hicks" He says, lowering the smile on his face to a grin, awaiting your response. "I'm Y/n! I've met Hicks!" "Well great!" Hudson shrugs off.

Hudson turns his head to Bishop, who was still serving cornbread. Bishop notices Hudson looking at him, and reaches out with the cornbread, raising an eyebrow. "Hey Bishop man, Do the thing with the knife!" "Oh please no-" he gets cut of by Hudson's begging and finally steps over to Hudson. Drake is standing right next to him and offers to play the game with Bishop.

Bishop places his large hand over Drake's and pulls out the knife he has in one of the many pockets on his flight suit. He places the knife in between their fingers and starts. He raises the knife in and out of between both fingers, gliding to a new set each time at unhuman speeds. Your eyes widen, thinking he's going to hurt himself or Drake. You had almost reached your hand out to stop them but it ended.

A wave of reassurance washes over you and you are finally calm. Bishop heads to sit down right next to you and you freeze in your seat. "I thought you never missed Bishop." Says one of the voices at the table. You look over to see the man with white liquid in his fingertips. You are in shock when you see this.

"Oh… I thought you were… nevermind" you blurt and he looks over at you "is there a problem?" He says softly. "No, no, I just wasn't expecting you to be a synthetic on board" you say quietly "I prefer the term "artificial human" myself" He smiles. "Ok then!" You smile back. "We always have an andr- artificial human on board. It's standard practice, he's just new." A man called from the other side of the table. You just nodded, getting a bad, creepy vibe from him.

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It's been a fine day, and everyone is bringing out the drinks for a celebration of some sort, maybe to celebrate the first day out here. You have never had alcohol before, or any type of drink like that, so you were very nervous about how to act around everyone. You try to stay near to Drake, Hicks, and Hudson if you could. The first line of shots were rounded around you and the others. You took your first. It was a strong taste, but you loved it but didn't want to ask for more. Drake slides you over another and you take it

Apone was yelling at Hudson for a reason you didn't know. It's cause that's how drunk people act, you thought. You were 7 shots in and feeling woozy, but you needed more. You could barely walk, but you could walk over to grab the bottle, which had the marines cheering you on. "CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG!" They cheered and you did. After that you could barely see straight and everyone was heading off to bed, except for Drake and an unnamed female. It was time for you to go, but you had the urge to see someone. You get up from the table and head out.

You found him. You continue your search, as drunk you is more persistent than sober you. You pass the docking and loading unit, but you still can't find him until "Y/n?" A familiar voice says, and you bolt around, not saying anything but wanting to scream. It's Bishop, emerging from the darkness. "Y/n what are you doing here?" He chuckles deeply. "I- i- Bishop- I was looking for… you…" you say, speech slurred.

You walk up to him slowly, and unsteady. "You should have been there" You blurt and he smiles "I'm sure I would have enjoyed it" "I missed you" you smile drunkenly. You walk even closer to him and he just stands there, waiting for you. You plant your face in his chest, not knowing what was happening right now, but you liked it. He grabbed your waist and you blushed, hard. "You should be in bed right now." He hushes softly "but…" you smile wider, looking up at him.

you get up to kiss him again.. Your teeth clash as you kiss him deeply. He puts his hands behind your back, but it ends as soon as it begins. You pull away to catch your breath, and he looks at you blankly.

You fall forward, head meeting his neck and he holds you to support you. You never want this moment to end but… everything goes blurry.

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You wake up to the normal nonsense, but this time with a burning headache, and Apone screaming at Hudson - but all of you at the same time but mostly Hudson - and getting everyone up. You feel like screaming. It's bad. You're rubbing your head, knowing that you were going on a mission today. To check on the Colonists of LV-426 since they hadn't heard from them in a while. Then you remembered it. Kissing bishop while you were drunk, it was the only thing you could remember from that night.

"Shit" you murmur and you get up fast. You get past everyone slowly and put on clothes, getting ready for the day.

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You get down to the room where the ships and transporters are held and you see him. "Fuck…" you whisper and he looks at you but you just walk away. You hop on the drop ship and sit alone as it falls down to LV-426.

You get off and it's guns up. You are just there to supervise everyone so you don't have one. You know Bishop is coming down too but you stray far from him.

You get inside the building and start to search but you see nothing. But when you get to a certain lab, you do. You see things that shock you there. In tubes, what looks to be a horseshoe crab with a long flexible tail is preserved in there. Until it moves. You jump in place at the sight of it and now you are shaken up… great, you thought. Such a great day so far. Everyone leaves to check out other things which leaves you on another path of your own.

You reach the lab again and only to see Bishop… dissecting something? You knew he was gonna see you, alone nonetheless. Unless you could sneak past him, but you really didn't want to waste your energy doing so. Right when you were about to turn the other way, "Y/n, I want to show you something." He says politely and you blush "shit" you whisper. You walk towards him awkwardly and you see one of those… things under his hand, which was holding a scalpel. "That's a nice pet you have there, Bishop…" "magnificent isn't it"

He started to ramble on about the thing he was dissecting and you had to admit his passion about it was quite cute. But you broke it with "Bishop…" you say quietly and he turns his full attention to you. "I'm sorry" you whisper anxiously. He grabs your hand which you are surprised about. You knew that androids can't touch people unless they are in danger of falling or they need to steady them or carry them. "I- you can't usually touch me." You exclaim. "Unless of emergency situations, I know, but I'm reflecting off of our relationship."

"Relationship?!" You blush, knowing exactly what he meant but still acting clueless. "You kissed me" He said confidently. You blushed even harder " Bishop, I was drunk I didn't-, I mean I did mean it but…" you smile. You noticed how close you were with him and you knew you needed to back up. "I can always change our relationship status if you want." "Wait? Are you saying we have a romantic relationship in your system… Bishop…" you say sadly. "Well, I cannot have a partner, but If a crewmember wants and gives consent, I can access my sexual functions to pleasure the crewmember for their physical needs."

"Ok… I thought robo- artificial humans were just flat down there."

"Well, we aren't and yes, I do have one" He smiles and you blush feverishly. "My system could also trigger an erection if needed." "So you can get hard by what? Seeing some pretty?" "Well, its more like when someone makes a sexual joke or gesture that "turns me on"" "Will you kiss me again?" He whispers but you hear him and climb in him from where he is sitting so that you are in his lap and he smiles as you kiss him gently then you kiss him hard, lips clashing and he kisses you back. "Was that ok?" He asks and you nod and nuzzle your head in his neck. "Bishop… can we… further this?"

"Are you sure?"

"Mhm"

But just before you could kiss him again, you heard footsteps towards the lab. "shitttt" you murmur and jump off of him and he frowns and you glance at the door. It's that weird dude from before. "Hello there…" He says seeing the two of you close to each other, not thinking anything of it. "Oh hello Bishop and Y/n, how are you?" He says. But before you could speak, he cuts you off "I don't think we've properly met, im Burke." "Ok… hi Burke, since you already know my name, I guess we don't have to properly meet." You say a little annoyed.

"Oh, yeah then." He exclaims anxiously as he shoots his hand around the back of his hand "I'm just here to tell you it's time to leave, the Colonists are safe, they just weren't responding." "Ok then, let's get outta here" you say and the three of you leave to the drop ship.

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You sit alone again, only this time, holding in sexual frustration. You wanted him, you needed him but you couldn't think of that now, it wasn't professional of you to have thoughts of intercourse with a ROBOT… no, you felt completely disgusted now. But also ashamed and you had to go back to talk to him about what was happening and how you felt, looking for someone, anyone to tell you if what you were feeling was ok or not.

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You sit alone in your quarters, pondering endlessly. But the thought of going to see him was tempting. "Ah fuck it" you sigh as you get up, still in your pajamas to go to the place you knew you would find him. His lab. You walk alone, mildly afraid of something happening to you, or that someone would catch you going to see him. You finally got up to the lab and to no surprise, he was there, working on that thing he had taken back with him. "Bishop-" you whisper, secretly hoping he wouldn’t hear but he did. "Y/n, come in, I knew you would come see me" He smirked.

"Yeah i- yeah." You say frowning. He walks up to you slowly and kisses you like he had done before. You grab the back of his waist and kiss him back. He smiles at your lips. Next thing you know, you are in his arms and he's guiding you to a table. You gasp, not expecting him to be able to lift you up. He sets you down on the table and pushes you back slightly. You blush, knowing that you weren't wearing anything under your pajama gown.

Without warning, he pushes his hand up your gown, getting feverishly close to your area. He opens your legs with one hand. "B- Bishop" you moan softly, aching for him to go farther, to touch you. He looks up at you "are you ready?" He asks and you nod as he continues. His other hand is reaching for your breasts but instead of touching them, he unbuttons your gown, slowly taking it off to see your beautiful breasts, then taking them in his palm and squeezing them, making sure not to hurt you.

"Ah Bishop…" you moan and he smiles, knowing that he's pleasuring you. He moves his hand farther until he reaches your warmth and sinks two fingers down to your clit and makes you flinch. You were very wet for him already soaking and dripping down your leg. His fingers start to move in a circle around your clit and your legs start to shake, you can't escape the pleasure running through your veins.

He continued to swivel his fingers around your clit, making you whine and quiver under him, going feral. You now were shaking with pleasure that you couldn't control anymore. "Bishop im- I'm about to come" you shout through hard quick breaths. "Then cum for me sweetheart" He says as he smiles, knowing that he's getting the job done correctly. You explode with all the strength you have, going completely numb. This is the strongest orgasm you have ever had in your life.

Your chest is rising and falling and you're panting. "I'm guessing I did good" He grinned and you nodded slightly, still coming down through your high. With 2 fingers already on your now swollen clit, he drags them down to your entrance, and without warning, shoved them in you while smirking at you and keeping eye contact and you squealed. "Bishop!!" You yell. Thank the gods that this is a noise proof room, so you couldn't scream his name all you wanted.

He dragged his fingers in and out of you at a slow pace, curling them and getting close enough to your ear that he could whisper sweet nothings in them. "You are very tight Y/n" "thank you" you bite your lip and smile while holding in the urge to scream out his name. "Will I fit?" He asks as he quickened his pace, knowing that it would make it harder to talk for you. "How about- mph- you show me- agh!!" You whisper and he slows down, then completely stops to get up from on top of you, to unzip his flight suit.

He finally gets his flight suit all the way down and you can see everything, from his chest, which actually had a little bit of abs, to his cock from where he is standing and the position you are in. He has the perfect size for you, about 6 inches fully hard. He smiles as he notices you looking at it. "Will it hurt, because you know I cannot hurt you, and I only want to please you." He says shyly, but politely. "No, it won't, just start off slow and everything will be fine." You reassure him.

"I have to tell you this before we start. By performing sexual intercourse, I cannot get you pregnant, nor give you any stds or stis. Would you like to proceed?" "Yes Bishop, I would like you to fuck me." You say and he smiles. His cock is pressed up against your leg and you bite your lip. You sit up a little to guide him to your entrance.

He pushed the tip between your folds and straight up to your clit making you shudder. He brings it down to your entrance, and pushes in slightly. "Ah!!" You cry in pleasure. He's not even an inch in and you are crying out for him. He looks up at you, worried but you smile at him, which calms his system. "Please" you look up at him with big puppy eyes and he looks back at you with his, pushing about half way in.

You want to scream out his name, for him to go further but it turns out to be just a whine and now he's all the way in. "Ah! Bishop!" You moan and your head rolls back onto the table as he looks up at you and smiles once more. He starts up a pace that is painfully slow, to which he moans softly, thrusting deep inside of you and you arch your back so it's easier for him to go even deeper, even though you were belly up. You start to move your hips around his cock, silently begging for him to speed up. "Bishop… faster!" You almost scream out for him.

He speeds up to a comfortable pace but you still want more as you are a moaning mess now, but you still wanted more and maybe if "you're doing s- so well" you moan and he grunts as he speeds up, grabbing the side of your hips and pulling you inwards. "AH!!" You scream out. "Don't st- stop!!" You cry out, tears brimming your bottom lashes. He's trusting even harder, hitting your gspot and cervix every time. A single tear streams down your face. He's grunting and growling from pleasure going through him, more like sparks building up in him, ready to burst.

Next thing you know his fingers are on your clit again, circling fast around you, pushing you farther out to the edge. You're barely holding on. "Im- Im- gonna cum Bishop please!" You yell out and he sees that you are shaking under him so "please cum for me y/n" he says and his voice makes you just go wild. You shudder and quiver under him, your orgasm flowing through you at high speeds. It's even more powerful than the last one. As you are coming down, a hot liquid shoots unto your pussy, making you moan, just knowing that he is finished but he fucks you through it.

Your breathing hard, chest rising and falling fast. He slows down, then stops. While he's still in you, he bends down to wrap his arms around you and kiss you as you are still panting. "Did I do ok?" He asks. "Bishop" you pant "you did amazing" you say and he grins. "Thank you" he adds.

He stands, pulling out of you slowly, and sliding on his flight suit. You got up, sorely and he rushed over to help you. "Y/n, are you ok?" He asks "Yeah I'm all good!" You get up, slipping on your flightsuit and you kiss him once more. You leave the room, holding his hand.

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you get back to the cryo room where everyone was getting ready to go back to sleep, to return to the ship you came from. You weren't ready to say bye to Bishop just yet so you pull him over to the side. "Hey Bishop?" You say and he turns over to you "I'll miss you, ya know" you smirk as you pull him down for a kiss. It doesn't last long but it was worth it just incase you don't see him again.

"No you won't, im just an artificial person. You can always upload my data into another Bishop model." He says "I will miss you, trust me. And I know I can, and I probably will" you giggle. "I'll sure miss you Y/n, and I won't forget you just incase you do." He smiles and you release his hand and walk into the room.

You both part your ways to get to your chainbers. You watch him get undressed, down to his underwear and you remember the moment you two had together and you sigh, slumping in place in your bed. Hicks comes over to shut the top of your bed down and you smile at him and he smiles back. You smile as you are going to sleep. And of you go to dreamland as you finally feel peace.

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Good morning

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Warnings: cheating, insecurities, lies, angst, misleading storyline?? This one is long

Summary: when Bucky stops texting his long distance girlfriend good mornings each morning she gets suspicious, going back to America to visit him she's in for a surprise she had never expected.

A/N: guess who's writing again? No one because no one guessed because like 3 people will read this and it will be dead forever *shrug* I feel like this storyline is really misleading so, sorry? Also AOS is a main theme for this but if you don't watch the show it really doesn't matter

This is Bobbie btw for anyone who wants to know what she looks like for this

It had been over a year since you had seen your boyfriend, well properly seen your boyfriend, moving back to England was a hard decision for you but you knew it was the best one, you knew that taking the promotion was the best thing you could do but your mind was still constantly plagued with insecurities and worries, but you knew Bucky wasn't like that, he could never? Could he?

It had started about 3 months ago, his usually cheerful morning texts which never failed to bring a smile to your face had stopped, almost ceased to exist, from his constant hey, baby! How's my gorgeous girl? To his babyyy! Wake uupp! It's been too long! Facetime me when you're free my pretty doll. his morning texts had fallen to a simple hey or I'm busy we'll talk later and the main fact he never bothered to text first anymore had caused your usual insecurities to skyrocket, why did he never have time to send you a simple hello anymore? Or more importantly who meant he didn't have the time?

Your phone buzzed as you say in bed, mind plagued by thoughts, you immediately shot up, hopefully Bucky had gone back to usual? Opening your phone you had found a simple text from your boss Phil 'meet me in the headquarters at 10', why was Phil in England? More importantly why did he need to see you?

Standing up you prepared yourself for the day to come.

"Hey y/n/n!" Your good friend and teammate Bobbi chirped as she brought you your regular morning drink

"mornin' Bob" you slurred out as you wrapped your coat around your frame tightly, shivering as you took in the very open windows.

"someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. Argh! No! Stop throwing things at me!" Hunter shrieked as Bobbi began throwing pillows at him.

"Wow, adorable couple" you mumbled as you took in the pair, after getting remarried the pair had fallen deeply in love once again, you wished you could have that but unfortunately being the director of S.A.B, shield associations Britain you barely had the time to speak to Bucky, yet alone the time to break up with him or move on, whereas normal couples may have fallen apart you were way to busy to even think about dating or parties or even making new friends, you stuck to your own lane.

"hunter! Barbra!" A familiar, fatherly voice boomed as the familiar figure of Phil Coulson stepped into the office, taking in the pair he hadn't seen since Russia "I thought you two were never coming back to shield?" He grinned happily

"we could never leave our dear y/n alone in a country! She's so far into work she hasn't even been shopping yet!" Bobbie exasperated "and please, Phil! Dont call me Barbra! Barbra is far worse than any possible nickname you could give me!" The blonde grinned cheekily

"Bobbie, stop being so dramatic, we went shopping last month!" You shook your head playfully as you took a seat at your desk, gesturing for Phil to sit opposite you beside Hunter -who had perched himself happily onto one of the plush leather chairs-

"I need you to come back to New York for a while" Phil stated softly

"what? Really? Ohmygosh nofreakingway!" You shrieked happily

"English, y/n/n!" Hunter playfully chided, wagging a finger at you as you practically glowed, you had missed your friends and especially Bucky.

"when?" You asked excitedly

"next month, I'm sending agent Piper to hold things down till you get back here" Phil smiled at the young woman, barely reached her late 20's and still so experienced yet full of life. A small smile graced his lips as he watched the h/c girl jump up and start rambling.

• time skipy•

The buzz of the quinjet filled your ears as you stepped off, e/c orbs wandered as you took in the familiar tower in which your boyfriend and some of your closest friends lived, sighing deeply you grabbed Bobbi's hand and quickly guided her to the doors

"nervous?" She asks over the low rumble of the quinjet ascending back into the air and back to the main s.h.i.e.l.d base. Turning your head to face Bobbi you opened your mouth to deny but quickly remembered how useless it would be- you knew the spy since s.h.i.e.l.d academy! She knows you better than you do and vice versa

"I don't know why, b! I mean I'm going to see some of my best friends AND my boyfriend!' you blurted out exasperated, anyone walking past might have looked at you like you're crazy but Barbara Morse was your best friend in the entire world and she had seen much worse than you screaming out into the rough winds.

"y/f/n" she stopped walking abruptly piping your linked arms backwards with her "has Bucky been acting weird with you?" She asked inquisitively, shrugging you immediately regretted not speaking to her about Bucky before, she would have helped. "Oh y/n/n; you didn't you tell me? No wonder you're so skitterish today! Whatever it is I'm sure it's nothing too big, Bucky loves you and I can even tell that without meeting the man! He's probably on a mission or something, he IS an avenger" Bobbi calmly rubbed your back as she spoke, guiding your hand to the identification scanners.

"thanks Bob, you always know how to make me feel so much better. I love you" you sighed dreamily, aiming to annoy the woman "oh you cow! Stop being so corny!" The blonde laughed aloud and she lightly smacked your hand, walking into the escalators you began calming your nerves, you felt like a giddy teenager going to her first date. And you hated it. The fact that a few stupid texts had lead you into this trivial paranoid stage had fully set into your mind. It was Bucky for god's sake! James Buchanan Barnes, the same James who stumbled over his words when asking you out, the same bucky who arrived an hour early to pick you up for said date and almost died when he realised, the same Mr Barnes who quit the avengers (although for 10 minutes) to be with you. He was your Bucky and you don't need texts to know that.

As the elevator doors pinged open you and Bobbie stepped out and into the large lounge which occupied the avengers.

Looking up Steve's mouth gaped open before jumping up and accidentally flipping the table over as he ran towards you "Y/N/N! YOU'RE HERE OH MY! I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN SO LONG! I MISSED YOU!! AND IM SO SORRY ABOUT HOW HE-" Steve blabbered out as he squeezed hugged you tightly, barley taking in anything he was saying you were quick to end his ramblings

"'tevie! I've missed you and all but shhhh inside voices remember" you laughed as the soldier nodded looking like a lost puppy

"sorry y/n/n but I've missed my best friend so-" this was when Bobbie felt to make her presence known "hold up! Wait a minute! If anyone is y/f/n's best friend; it's ME. So sit down mate, she's mine" bobbie stated proudly, reminding you of your (then) puppy when meeting Bucky

Shaking your head you introduced Bobbie and greeted everyone else, sitting down inbetween Pietro and Wanda you looked around the room, the obvious man who wasn't in the room still plagued your mind "hey,guys where Bucky?" You asked with a small smile, the avengers a looked at you as if you'd grown 2 heads "what? Can't I see my boyfriend?" You laughed, greeted with silence you stood up "I check I'll check his room then?" You asked wearily before all but sprinting our the room, barely noticing how the room erupted and bob and Steve had run after you.

The elevator door closed as soon as you stepped inside, you were so confused, why was everyone so shocked? Especially when you called him your boyfriend? And Steve looked mortified! Taking a deep breath you stepped out and walked to your "boyfriends" door

"hmm yes buck!" A feminine voice sighed from the room as you neared it, stopping about a step away from the door you could almost feel the tears gathering in your e/c orbs, pushing them away you stopped to listen...not a sound came out, your mind must have been playing tricks surely!

Gulping a big breath of air you stepped forwards and opened the door quickly "Bucky! Surprise! I'm- Oh my god" your playful tone turned quiet and lifeless and you took in the scene Infront of you, bucky laying almost naked ontop of a scantily clad Natasha

•

Steve knew something was wrong the moment you asked for Bucky, why would she ask where Bucky is? Bucky had told the team he broke up with her to date Natasha MONTHS ago, then y/n called him her boyfriend and the entire team was stunned as it dawned onto steve.

Bucky didn't break up with his girlfriend, he was cheating on her with Natasha whilst the girl was off being a good person in England.

Steve quickly ran after his friend, Bobbie following shortly after as they attempted to keep up with the h/c girl, when the elevator doors closed quickly the man knew he was far too late.

"Rogers? Care to explain?!" Morse snapped as she stared up at the giant of a man

"buck...no" too in shock to believe Bucky, HIS Bucky would do this, words Jumbled and the man leaned against the wall awaiting the lift to come

"spit it out Rogers! If something is wrong with my best friend I need to know!" Barbara placed a hand onto the blondes arm, staring into his eyes as she searched for answers

"Bucky said they broke up, he's been seeing natasha since October"

•

Bucky knew he'd messed up, quickly scrambling off of natasha and throwing the blanket over her barely clothes body the ex assassin stared up at his girlfriend...well ex now he guessed

"you... little...I can't even.." you gasped out as you stepped back into the hallway

"y/n! Baby no!" He cried running after you

"OH FUCK OFF BARNES" your calm yet betrayed tone turned Malicious as you turned too him in a rage and screamed, the other avengers at this point had caught up and we're watching shocked, they had seen your angry side of the field or in life or death situations (or scariest of all, during monopoly) but never had you ever screamed or raised your voice at any of them and here you were fists clenched and body shaking as you stated at the man Infront of you.

"YOU ARE HONESTLY THE MOST EVIL MAN I'VE EVER MET! WHILST IM OUT THERE WORKING SO HARD FOR SHIELD YOURE WHORING AROUND WITH THAT SLAG?!" You screamed, natahsa at this point had stepped out and stared at you in shock

"Hey! You want a punch, bitch?!"

"she's not a slag!" The pair yelled at the same time, this just fueled your rage.

"OH FUCK OF! DON'T KID ANY OF US NATASHA YOU SLEEP YPUR WAY THROUGH LIFE AND YOU BARNES IM SURPRISED YOU EVEN GOT NATASHA SEEING AS YOURE SO FUCKED UP I'M EVEN SURPRISED YOU GOT ME!" you had no idea where this was coming from but rage and pain from all these few months had come crashing down on you

Feeling a familiar and protective arm wrap around your shoulders you expected the figure to pull you away, or hug you, or calm you but no- Barbra Mose does NOT tolerate betrayal and most certainly not when it's directed at her best friend

"you're surprised? Babes, the whore has probably slept around with half the world, i mean the cheap cunt probably had to flash her saggy boobs and that bitch ran to her with open arms" Bobbie stated, her voice strong and insulting yet everyone without even knowing this woman could tell that she was about to commit a murder.

"let's go, hun" bobbie stated, your energy gone as you pushed through the team behind you, however you stopped and turned to see that Bucky and natasha, although looking guitly had traveled to eachother, you turned back to face them and took menacing steps towards them, as soon as you were in range of the pair you cocked your fist back and bought it to the throat of your boy- your ex.

"bye Barnes, rot in hell with this demon of a woman"

And with that you called Phil, you wanted to disconnect the avengers from the S.A.B and told him that you would be extending your trip; it was time to step up as director, you were here now and your job was to make sure Sheild is at the top, and no sex obsessed dick of an ex is gonna break you.

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Okay it's so bad I know but the first parts were in my drafts for so long and I need to start writing again, I accidentally deleted my Steve imagine AND the first Bucky imagine so I'm trying to get those back but I'm also trying to actually right again. No one's gonna read this I know but it was a fun idea I had that strayed far, plus as long as I like my writing I'll keep doing it and maybe I'll do a part 2? Idk

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Rooms on Fire Chapter 12: Dinner with The Shinsou’s Part 1

(Art and OC's by the amazing Keiid)

"You ready?" Hitoshi asked as he popped his head into the closet.

"Ummm...." You were crawling around like Gollum in your underwear digging through your clothes. Hitoshi rolled his eyes.

"I personally love your outfit, not sure about how my parents will feel about it though."

You huffed and glared at Hitoshi. You were so really nervous and wanted to make a good impression. He would never admit it, but Hitoshi found it cute that you were so nervous. He sighed and sat down on the floor with you.

"It's okay gorgeous. They're going to love you."

You looked at him eyes filled with worry. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah why wouldn't they?"

You let out a shaky sigh. "Because I'm villain offspring."

Hitoshi was taken back. He knew you were sometimes self conscious about people knowing who your parents were, but he'd never seen you this worried about it. Usually you had thick skin and would tell people to fuck off if they said anything. He quickly scooped to up into his arms and held you tight. "Look here (Y/N), they're going to love you." He planted gentle kisses on your face. "You're sweet, kind, adorable, full of piss and vinegar. How could anyone not love you?" You teared up a little and hugged Hitoshi's neck.

"Come on. Let's get you dressed."

The car ride was pretty quiet. Hitoshi held your hand the whole drive, bringing your hand to his lips and planting a sweet reassuring kiss every so often. You pulled into the driveway of a beautiful modest home. It looked warm and welcoming, like the type of home that is used for Christmas catalogs.

"Wow, you grew up here?" You asked still admiring the house.

"Yup. Have a lot of great memories here."

You and Hitoshi got out of the car. Hitoshi holding flowers he got for his mom and you holding a blueberry pie that you baked for dessert. Hitoshi chuckled as he watched you carry the pie to the front door.

"What?" You asked slightly annoyed.

"Nothing." He leaned in and kissed your cheek. "You're just so domesticated."

You elbowed Hitoshi in the side and rolled your eyes when he let out a fake cry of pain. You finally reached the front door, you fixed your navy blue sweater and took a deep breath before Hitoshi opened the front door.

"Mom! Dad! We're here!" He called out.

You heard footsteps approach and a beautiful, tall, blue haired women rounded the corner. She had soft tired eyes and a sweet smile. "Toshi!" She gave her son a hug and he handed her the flowers. She thanked him and set them down on a side table and turned to look at you.

You smiled sheepishly and bowed. "Hi Mrs. Shinsou. Thank you for having me over." Before you knew it she had pulled you in for a hug. "Kubo, it's so wonderful to finally meet you. We're so glad that you could make it." You instantly relaxed and hugged her back with your free arm. She let you go, but her arms stayed on your shoulders as she looked you over. "You know the TV doesn't do you justice."

"It definitely doesn't." Hitoshi chimed in. You blushed and thanked them.

"Oh, I uh, made you a pie." You held out the blueberry pie and held your breath for approval.

"Oh how sweet of you!" Mihoko took the pie and deeply inhaled the sweet scent and smiled at you. "Blueberry is my favorite."

You smiled and she led you both to the kitchen. Hitoshi took your hand and squeezed it as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. "Mom already loves you."

"You think so?" You whispered back. Hitoshi just gave you a wink.

You entered the kitchen to see Hajime Shinsou cooking up a storm. Hitoshi was almost a carbon copy of him. Same height, same hair, same tired eyes that definitely ran in the family.

"Hajime, Kubo made us a blueberry pie." She said as she placed it gently on the counter.

Hajime turned around to smile at you. "Oh wow! Your favorite!" He threw a towel over his shoulder and walked up to you. "That's so thoughtful of you Kubo." He took your hand and shook it as you gave a bow. "It's great to finally meet you. We've been hearing so much about you."

You blushed. "Thanks, it's great to meet you too. Hopefully I can live up to the hype."

Hajime and Mihoko laughed. "Well we've been hearing about you for years, so we feel like we already know you."

You smirked at Hitoshi who turned pink. "Years huh?"

Mihoko giggled as she handed you a glass of plum wine. "Yup! Ever since the first year sports festival at UA."

You laughed as Hitoshi was red in the face. "Mom, can you not?" He groaned.

She giggled and ruffled Hitoshi's hair. "Oh relax sweetie. Surely she knows how long you've had eyes for her."

Hajime chimed in. "Yeah pretty much everyday he'd come home from school it was Kubo this and Kubo that and 'Kubo taught me this new counter attack' and 'People think Kubo is stuck up and mean, but she's actually really nice' and-"

"Daaaaad." Hitoshi grumbled and glared at his parents.

"No no! Please continue! He's gone 14 different shades of red, I wanna see if we can get him to 15." You said eyeing Hitoshi with a huge shit eating grin on your face.

He immediately glared at you. "You all suck."

You all laugh as Hitoshi pouted and poured himself some wine.

"Mrs. Shinsou?"

"Oh sweetie called me Mihoko."

Your heart jumped. First name basis so quickly. You were honored. "Okay, um Mihoko-and you can call me (Y/N) by the way- please tell me you have naked baby pictures."

She gave you a sly smile. "Right this way my dear."

You glanced at Hitoshi and pumped your fist in celebration. "15 shades!"

You and Mihoko went to the living room where she got out the photo albums leaving Hitoshi and Hajime in the kitchen. Hajime smiled at Hitoshi.

"I like her."

You and Mihoko looked through the photo albums laughing and cooing over all Hitoshi's old baby/toddler pictures. Hajime set out all the plates and utensils to set the table and put Hitoshi to work.

Hitoshi had an extra setting. "Dad, why did you give me five plates? There's only four of us."

Just then there was a knock at the door.

"Could you get that son?" Mihoko called out before going back to telling you stories behind pictures.

Hitoshi went to the door and found Aizawa standing there. "Whoa! I didn't know you'd be coming."

"Nice to see you too." Aizawa said in his typical monotone voice as he stepped through the doorway.

Hitoshi and Aizawa shook hands and stepped into the living room.

"Aizawa, glad you could make it!" Mihoko said cheerfully.

You were surprised to see Aizawa, but not mad about it. "Nice to see you again Aizawa Sensei."

"Please Kubo, I'm no longer your teacher, so Aizawa is fine."

"Come and get it!" Hajime called out.

You all migrated to the dining room where Hajime served everyone an amazing curry dish and poured everyone some wine. You all chatted about hero work, Hitoshi's parents commented on your run in with that villain a few months prior.

"You took down that guy all by yourself?" Mihoko asked in a concerned voice.

You smiled and rubbed the back of your neck. "Ha Yeah, but it wasn't the smartest idea. He got some good shots in."

"Taking him on by yourself was reckless." Aizawa lectured.

Hitoshi rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to defend you but you interrupted him. "You're absolutely right." Hitoshi looked at you surprised. "It was incredibly reckless, but unfortunately the back up that I called for was taking too long to arrive so I had to make a choice. Risk my safety or risk the safety of innocent civilians." Aizawa quirked his eyebrow. "As a pro hero it's our duty to put others safety first, so that's what I did."

To everyone's surprise Aizawa chuckled. "I'm glad you haven't lost your convictions Kubo. I was just testing you to see if you had gotten arrogant."

You were surprised. "Wow...thanks Aizawa."

The night went on and you had a great time getting to know Hitoshi's parents. You all noticed Aizawa drinking quite a bit and kept asking for refills on his wine and then beer when that ran out. Mihoko was telling a story about Hitoshi getting his first cat on Christmas and how excited he was. You loved hearing stories from his childhood.

When you were all done eating the fantastic curry dinner Mihoko went to the kitchen to get the pie you had brought. Hajime and Aizawa, both a little tipsy, were discussing something between themselves. Hitoshi leaned over to you and wrapped an arm around you. "How are you doing?" He asked quietly so only you could hear.

"I'm good. Your parents are awesome. I'm having a great time." You replied in a hushed voice.

"They both love you." Hitoshi said giving you a sweet kiss on the cheek before resting his forehead against yours. "I love you."

You smiled, so full of love and happiness. "I love you too Toshi."

"I'm so proud of you two." Aizawa's semi slurred statement made the both of you look over to him.

"You're what?" Hitoshi asked.

"I said, I'm proud of you two." He repeated. "I know I pushed you both really hard during your time at UA, and yes, I did advise you to avoid attachment. I didn't expect either of you to listen to me to be honest."

You and Hitoshi gave each other confused looks before looking back at Aizawa.

Aizawa took another sip of his drink. "I could see how much you were drawn to each other, so I know it wasn't easy to disregard your feelings. But you two acted like pros, even in your first year. You worked hard and you both because great heroes. I'm very proud that you were my students.”

This actually made the two of you choke up. This confession was so unexpected. Aizawa really was like an additional parent. Mihoko has returned with pie and served everyone.

"So you weren't just trying to keep us apart because you were a jaded grump?" Hitoshi teased taking a piece of pie from his mother.

"Hey, I may jaded grump, but I still believe in love." Aizawa said running his fingers through his hair. You couldn't resist doing what you did next.

You took out your phone and started recording.

"Sorry, Aizawa I didn't catch that. What did you say?"

Aizawa slurred louder this time. "I said I'm a jaded old grump, but I still believe in love!"

"Oh my god, perfect." You stopped recording and started to compose a message.

Aizawa caught on. "What are you doing Kubo?" He asked sternly.

"Oh nothing, just sending that to Miss Joke." Hitoshi, Hajime, and Mihoko erupted with laughter as Aizawa's face went white as a ghost.

"Don't you dare Kubo!" He tried to grab your phone, but you hit send before he could get it it. Aizawa stares daggers at you. The silence was broken by Aizawa's phone chiming. He slowly checked it and his eyes got wide. "Why did you give Joke my number?!"

You threw your arms up innocently. "That I cant take credit for."

Hitoshi raised his hand and smirked. "But I can."

You gasped then smiled and gave each other a high five. Hajime was still laughing. "You two are something else."

(Part 2 posted)

#bnha #bnha fanfic #bnha shinsou #rooms on fire #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x reader #aizawa shouta #bnha aizawa #dadzawa #hajime shinsou #mihoko shinsou #chapter 12 #part 1 #fluff

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