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vampyrsm · 2 years

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'slow down' (3.6k) shouto todoroki x female reader

warnings: sensory deprivation, sub!shouto sorta he just lets reader have control for the night, blindfolds handcuffs and earmuffs used, sex toys used, teasing, vaginal sex, creampie, few petnames i think i use baby, princess and love.

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For the first time in a long time, Shouto felt a bubble of anxiety creeping up along his spine. Not a bad kind of anxiety however, no, this was much different. It was the anxiety of not knowing where he'd feel pleasure next, or what he'd feel at all. It was driving him insane at first, the heroic need to have his danger sense tuned in at all times. To be completely aware of all his surroundings constantly, and that even included when he'd come home.

Shouto had a bad habit of never shutting off, something in the back of his mind telling him to stay alert and that anything could happen at any given moment. But you were always there for him, to reassure him that nothing would go wrong if he just gives over the reins to you tonight. To let go of his worries and his heroic sense of duty for just one night, to let himself feel free and be in the unknown for the first time in a very long time.

You were initially surprised that Shouto had finally conceded to your gentle suggestion of letting you try something new with him tonight. Maybe he was just too tired to argue or maybe he really did need this "getaway" from always being in charge, always knowing what to do and when to do it.

Tonight it was your turn.

At first, he had been very sceptical about the handcuffs. "What if something goes wrong? I can't help if my hands are tied." He had asked, and it was a fair question, but you were also confident that nothing could go wrong tonight. It wouldn't be anything extreme, just something to stimulate him until he couldn't take it anymore. You promised him that, that nothing will go wrong and he finally let you slip the cool metal onto both of his wrists which he did give a tentative tug and seemingly settled in with the decision that he could very easily break out of these if he had to.

Then came the blindfold, which was much easier for him to allow you to slip over his head, hiding away those beautiful eyes that always gazed down at you with such devotion and adoration. Even with now his hands bound and sight restricted, you could see he was still paying attention to everything. The way his head would twitch a little in the direction of a car in the distance or when you'd move to the side—he was tracking you, and you figured that must be another part of his hero training.

"Sho, do you remember where you kept the case from when you had to do that training exercise with those American heroes?" you ask from somewhere in the bedroom, Shouto turns his head automatically in your direction and you shudder at the way he somehow is still watching you through the thick black material over his eyes.

He contemplates for a second, you can practically see him doing that thing where he scrunches his eyebrows together and glances to the side. "Uh, I think I might've put it in the bottom of the closest. Why? What does that have to do with anything we're doing tonight?" You didn't give him an answer, earning you a soft call of your name to see if you were even still there.

The bounce of the case on the bed made him jump, a smirk on your lips but you didn't dare laugh—god knows he'd rip off the blindfold and skip the whole foreplay part. "Shouto?" you ask, his head turning to the position you had taken in front of him. "I'm going to slide this over your head now, okay?" and you wait for his nod before sliding the ear protection he had been provided for a mission.

His reaction was instant, back straightening and hands reaching out to grab whatever he could in front of him despite the awkward way the handcuffs kept his hands together. You lay a gentle kiss on his cheek, and he flinches at the feeling before relaxing into the way you kiss him again, and again until you reach his lips and give him a much longer kiss. A silent promise that he'll be okay.

You guide him gently back further onto the bed, the whole movement awkward when the man is nearly a foot taller than you and built like a brick house. Once he's laid out on the bed, you can't help but stare at him, the way his hair fans out on the pillow behind his head and the steady, and deep rise and fall of his chest. He was truly beautiful. You're gentle with the way you lay your hands on him, let him feel your approaching warmth so you don't scare him and you don't miss the way he relaxes into your hands, how he slowly but surely hands over the control for the night.

Guiding his hands above his head, you watch the way his hands curl to grip the top of the wooden headboard and how his muscles bulge. How had you even managed to bag such a beautiful, strong man? It felt odd at times, the difference between the two of you. The way he was a top pro hero and you were just a civilian. An odd power balance, and tonight you were going to tip the scales in your favour. You could see the way his veins pulsed, how his jaw ticked in anticipation once you removed your hands entirely from him.

Deciding to ease him into it gently, you hovered your hand just over his stomach and the way he tensed was immediate. A body so well trained would be able to feel when something is close by, you continued to hover your hand over his body up and up until you reached his chest. Finally, you let your fingertip brush down against his pec, tantalizingly slow as you traced around the muscle—purposely avoiding his nipple, and it seemed to work with the almost frustrated groan leaving Shouto's mouth. You figure he might not have meant for you to hear it, that he might be unable to tell just how loud he's being in reality.

The idea of that makes you grin like a cat who had got the cream.

You repeat the same slow strokes on his opposite pec, still purposely avoiding his nipple and you can see the way his stomach twitches, how he's sucking in deeper breaths the closer and closer you get before rewarding you with a pretty groan that's slowly turning into a whine when you back away. Taking the moment to look him over, your eyes travel down to his boxers. He was painfully hard, you could tell from how it was just peeking past the band, twitching and smearing pre against his skin each time he took in a deep breath to try and calm himself.

A twinge of guilt filled your gut, he must be starving for the contact—for just a little more, you know you'd be yearning for his touch if the roles were reversed. So you take a bit of pity on him in the situation, finally leaning over him whilst your hands delicately stroke mindless patterns along his stomach as he sucked in a sharp breath when your tongue flicked against his nipple. The moan he let out was something you were rarely gifted with, only when he was feeling just as needy as you. It was something that didn't match the deepness of his voice or the stoic look on his face when he did day-to-day tasks, it was whiny and breathless, and the rush of power that flicked its way through your brain and throbbed between your legs had you immediately latching onto his nipple.

Tugging gently with your teeth, flicking your tongue before popping off with a loud pop. You watched the way his head fell back against the headboard, seemingly ready to relax for the moment after the sudden stimulation. But instead, you blow gently against his nipple, letting the air catch again on the wet skin. Shouto's hips jerk upwards, rolling his hips to try and alleviate the ache of his cock against the material of his boxers.

"Enough teasing..." he warns, but it doesn't quite have the firmness to it that you had heard before during sex. The words are slurred, especially when you move to the opposite nipple and give the same treatment but tenfold, biting just a little harder which got a hiss to slip past gritted teeth. You flicked your eyes up to see his hands straining against the wooden headboard, fingers curling harshly into the wood and you're certain if you moved his hands there may be a touch of ice and a handprint smouldering into the wood.

When he jerked his hips up once again you backed off, leaving him aching for some sort of contact once again whilst you just sat back and watched him for a moment. You're not quite sure you've ever had an opportunity to see Shouto so debauched, so needy, you briefly wonder if he would ever let you do this again. Probably not if you don't take care of what you'd caused between his legs.

Shouto's head snapped instantly in your direction, or what he presumed was your direction when you slid off of the bed. He calls your name, a tone that has you automatically reaching over to gently squeeze his bicep one, two, three times, 'I love you', a signal you had both decided on when you were anxious one day in public. Just a quick way of reassurance, that he was always there no matter what. Usually, it would've been with his hands, but given the situation, you figured this might be the best next thing. And it is, Shouto visibly relaxes and lets his hands slowly loosen on the wood, able to finally take deep breaths whilst you're off doing whatever in the bedroom.

You try to be quick, not wanting to leave him suspended in this space of no sight or hearing. You step out of your clothes, pushing them towards the laundry basket before digging around for something in the bedside table. You had only used it once before with Shouto, he seemed to enjoy it last time if the way he had cum within ten minutes of it being used on him was anything to go by. You finally climb back up onto the bed, slotting yourself so you're hovering over your boyfriend's lap.

His fingers twitch, an urge to grab you by the hips like he had so many times before and gently guide you down to him, to sink you down entirely on his cock and to swallow your soul through a kiss alone. Your hands return to his chest, slowly stroking along the hardened ridges of his muscles, along each and every scar that he had told you about in the long nights when you had both laid together caressing one another.

His entire body jolts when your fingertips brush over the tip of his cock that had been peeking from his boxers, and his toes curl in the air uselessly when you continue to drag your hand down along the length of it through his boxers. It felt harder than usual, like molten steel, you're pretty certain if you were to give him enough attention down here then he might end up cumming just a little earlier than he'd like. The sound of your name comes out much more like a warning this time, a hiss as you put a little pressure against his balls. "Don't think for one second that I won't break these handcuffs and fuck you myself, stop teasing me."

You laugh to yourself at his words, he sounded far too serious for the situation he was in. But the fact of the matter is that you don't think that, at all, you're pretty certain that he could do it without any effort and you don't doubt he'd fuck you into next week if you continue to tease him.

Your fingers finally dance their way back up along his cock, tucking gently around the waistband and it's subconscious how he raises his hips to help you shimmy them down before he effortlessly kicks them to the end of the bed. His cock twitches and flexes against his stomach, bobbing in need whilst you shamelessly ogle at his body. It had never failed to impress you, he was so beautifully cut in every way, and it was definitely no surprise to you that he had a beautiful dick either. It was long, thick but not overly thick where you'd struggle to take it fluidly but it was the thickness that still had you drooling and seeing stars. It leaned slightly to the left, flushed a pretty pink.

He sucks in a harsh breath when you take a hold of his cock after a moment of silence, the coolness of the lube you had picked up off of the bedside table causing him to let out a long low groan, hips bucking up the best they could whilst being pinned beneath your body. "Final warning—" he stutters over his words when you roll the silicone ring over and down his cock, letting it settle at the base and you can't help but smirk at his reaction. Pretty lips parted, hair dishevelled and arms tensing and untensing.

This was one of your favourite toys for a reason, not only did it get a great reaction out of Shouto but it also ensured you'd have such a strong orgasm you'd struggle to breathe. You keep your hand around his cock whilst you shuffle forward just a little, letting the tip of his cock brush against your folds. "Oh fuck, princess, you're going to be the death of me." He babbles whilst you slowly start to lower yourself down, the stretch was intense but so fulfilling you couldn't stop yourself from sinking lower and lower until your clit was flush with the cock ring you had slipped onto Shouto.

The moan you let out harmonized with his own, something he would rarely let you have the pleasure of listening to. He had always had a shyness when it came to the noises he made, but maybe tonight would be a turning point to allow him to be more vocal with you. You let him adjust to the sudden stimulation, not wanting to throw him overboard too quickly. Your hands roam up and down his chest, along his stomach and down along his hips until you reach the patch of mismatched hair. As much as you enjoy having this level of control over Shouto, you couldn't help but miss the filthy way he'd speak to you, how he'd comment on how beautiful you'd look or how perfect you sounded when you screamed his name.

You tentatively lean forward, careful to not let his cock slip from within you before sliding a hand along his cheek and up to his ear enough to push the earmuff away. "Sho?" you ask gently, and you nearly melt at the soft smile on his face as if he was relieved to finally hear your voice.

"Yes, my love?"

"I'm going to take the ear protection off now, didn't want to spring it on you out of nowhere." He nods a little, a quiet thank-you from his mouth when you take it off of his head and let it drop to the side of the bed. "No taking the blindfold off yet though, okay?"

"Anything for you," he says it so easily that you don't doubt he means it. You're certain Shouto would give you the moon if you just asked him.

Leaning back finally, you clench around him experimentally and Shouto does still let his moan fly past his lips, head bumping back against the headboard. "I swear woman, you're going to make me cum before I've even had the chance to fuck you." you grin, this is what you wanted, to hear him speak more.

"What if I said that's what I want?" you challenge, watching the way he sucked on his teeth before he broke into his own smile, though his smile was more something you saw more often when he was on the brink of losing control, letting every carnal desire flood his mind and take you. You can see him readying some sort of retort, most likely an empty threat about the handcuffs being broken. So you reach a hand down between your legs, pressing the small button on the edge of the short bullet vibrator built into the ring.

You gasp at the sudden stimulation to your clit, unable to stop yourself from rolling your hips to have the tip of his cock grind against your sweet spot. Shouto beneath you tenses up, no doubt feeling the vibrations naturally from how it sits at the base of his cock but also how it's practically vibrating your walls from just how strong it was. So this is why you had only used it once, it was a strong little thing that drove you both to paradise a little too quickly.

But it was too late to turn back now.

Lifting your hips up gently, you roll your hips back down in a fluid motion that has Shouto once again gripping the headboard and chewing on his bottom lip. "Shit, you sound so wet love, all because you had me at your mercy?" he laughs, albeit it's more like he's having the wind punched out of him when you purposely drop down a little harder whilst clenching around his cock when the bullet hits your clit just right.

"Yeah—" you huff, stomach lurching as you continue to brush against the bullet that most definitely must have some sort of super battery inside of it powering just how strong it was.

"Gonna cum for me, pretty?" you glance up at him to see him smiling at you, a smile that could melt butter you're certain of it. "Cum for me," he demands, and as much as you want to resist, to not succumb to his words you can't help it. He had hardwired your body to respond to him, to listen to his every word and so you cum.

And you cum hard.

You clench around him impossibly tighter, unable to continue to lift yourself up and down and practically choke on your moan when Shouto takes the initiative, planting his feet against the bed and thrusting up into you. You have to steady yourself on his chest, your panting moans against his face and he naturally turns to you, as if he was trying to envision just what you looked like beyond the blindfold. "Sho', slow down, I'm—" you squeal when he doesn't listen, pounding up into you with an impressive display of core strength and hitting directly against your sweet spot.

"Another one, give me another my love," he pants, sweat rolling along the column of his throat and you're overcome with the desire to lick it, to suck on his salty heated skin. You don't want to give him this one however, it was still your night. You angle your body a little more against his own, tits pressed against his flushed chest and you shiver at the drastic difference between both sides. A single hand slides up along his neck, up along his jaw and he naturally leans into it, still gently cooing to 'just cum for me baby', 'be a good girl for me'.

It's tempting, to say the least. But you have another plan in mind.

Your fingers slip to the side of the blindfold, and you're pulling your body back up straight with the blindfold still in hand. Shouto seems ruffled by the sudden return of his vision, eyes blinking rapidly to adjust to the warm amber light of the room before he locks eyes directly onto you. He can't stop the way his eyes drift down between your legs, looking at the copious amount of slick on both your thighs and his hips, soaking his pubes and just above the cock ring is a creamy ring consisting of a mixture of both his and your arousal.

The sight has his mind reeling, eyes rolling into the back of his head whilst his cock twitches, hard. Pulsing and its molten inside of you, the way his cum paints your walls deep inside of you and yet his hips are still thrusting up into you lazily to fuck his cum deeper and deeper until he's fully spent. Your own orgasm is finally ripped from you when he gives one final hard thrust, ensuring the vibrator stays pressed against your clit. His eyes finally reopen to watch you breathe in deep, your eyes glazed over from the intensity of the orgasm and he thinks this might just be what Heaven looks like.

Finally, he slumps back against the bed, legs going slack and you inevitably fall forward on him causing him to huff out a breath. Your hand between you just enough to press the button to allow you a bit of relief from the consistent buzzing. There's the sound of something snapping before both of his hands come down to comb through your hair, gentle fingers that had been used to serve and protect carefully taking apart small tangles before he massages your scalp. "Love you," you mumble against his chest, body still boneless against his.

"I love you too princess," he breathes just as easily, letting his body succumb to relaxation. He knows he'll have to get up at some point but for now, he'll bathe in the calm after the storm, to just enjoy the contentment that settles deep into his chest.

Maybe he'll let you do this more often.

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kuromhiel · 5 months

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New Target 🎯 UNLOCKED

╰┈➤ Jax x Female!Reader

WARNING(s): Not Proofread

Headphones on.

They're on all right. But, this was odd.

"Sir...Why am I feeling a bit dizzy..? Is this part of the online interview with the client?"

Silence, just silence.

"S-Sir..?"

I couldn't move my head, my body, literally. Why was everything in the room blurry and getting doubled? The room was spinning, and the only thing I could focus on was the bright screen of the monitor placed in front of me.

The monitor looked old, dirty in fact. There was rust on the side and it was only visible due to the fact that it was white.

I closed my eyes for a few seconds, thinking it was right to do so. Just so the dizziness would disappear.

But— Why was everything so... colorful all of a sudden?

I could hear voices behind me, but all I could think of was my colorful surroundings.

I felt lighter than usual.

"Caine, is this one of your NPCs? Or is this a new sucker?"

I hear someone spoke up, I turned around to notice all different kinds of...What are they..? Characters?

I stared in shock, unable to speak.

"Cause if it's a new character.. We're gonna have to redo this whole theme song!"

It says, somehow frustrated. "I'm not doing that again." Another one spoke.

"What the $%#!?"

Everyone turned their heads to me. Seriously, this is how it feels when all eyes are on you?!

I stood in pure silence, feeling a bit embarrassed. I shouldn't have spoken too soon.

"There's two of 'em?" The rabbit spoke again.

"There's two of me?" I ask, feeling weirded out. "He meant the two of you." A red head spoke, pointing at me and another character that dressed up as a jester.

I nod once before observing each one of them, this one is gonna be some weird day.

...

"No. I don't think I want a tour." I wave my hands in front of the teeth man.

"Come on, it'll be fun! You wouldn't be able to have an adventure if you're not aware of your surroundings—" He proceeds to convince.

"No thanks. I'd like to explore more...By myself?" I laugh awkwardly. If I were a "new human" in this place, I would not like to have a tour at all.

"Oh well." He shrugs, flying to the poor female jester and disappearing into thin air.

"Hi there new one, you feelin' okay?" The red head approached me, putting her soft doll hand on my shoulder.

"I feel funny. Are you sure this is real?" I look at her with desperation. I'm not insane but I'm desperate to find out the truth. What if the jester girl was right? What if this is a dream?

"Sorry, but it is. Oh, and don't try to pull out your body parts like that weirdo a while ago. Or you could, I see those headsets on ya." The purple rabbit spoke with a sly smirk.

I put my hands on my head, trying to find the headset but it wasn't on. "Haha! Just kiddin'! You really believed me?" He grins. I sigh in frustration, the red head arguing with the rabbit.

"Quit trying to play with her, Jax! Leave her alone, instead of welcoming her, you're making her want to leave more!" The doll argues meanwhile the purple rabbit just rolls his eyes.

"It's all right. I don't mind." I smile awkwardly. The red head faces me, offering her hand to shake.

"I'm Ragatha." She introduces herself. I smile, taking her hand. Before I could reply, the teeth man and jester girl came back.

I stare as the jester girl vomits. The rest of the characters staring as well. A bubble popped up and started licking the vomit..

Weird.

"Wait.. Wait! Was that an exit door I saw out there? Is that a way to leave?" The jester girl spoke up.

"What exit?" Jax spoke up, taking the other character's hand and using it as a back scratcher.

"If there was a way to leave, I'm pretty sure we all would've left by now." The hand gets out of Jax's grasp, starting to strangle him in the process.

"Yeah..What are you talking about?" The other character furrows her brows.

The teeth man starts talking about how the jester girl was just experiencing "Digital Hallucinations." While denying the fact, he still believes she is experiencing them.

He switches the topic by asking her name. She starts panicking not knowing her name..Not REMEMBERING her name.

Hold on, if she doesn't remember her name..It means..I don't remember mine as well.

"My name.." I mumble, earning a hum from beside me. "You forgot your name, too, didn't you?" Ragatha smiled softly. "I did." I admitted. No way, how coulf I forget my own name!

The teeth man suddenly makes a giant machine appear, helping out the jester girl pick out a new name. "What do you think of XDDCC?"

"I don't—" She gets caught off. "Right! Terrible! Let's try that again!" He let's the machine spin again.

"What do you think of Pomni?"

She agrees to the name awkwardly. Poor Pomni, she still looks so troubled. "Hey Caine, what about this one over here." Jax says with his arms crossed.

"Right! What about you? What do you want?" So..His name was Caine.

"Uhh, you can pi—"

"Okay! Let's pick again!"

I narrow my eyebrows, he cuts people off so easily!

"Oooh, candy! What do you think?" He floats closer to me. By closer, literally in front of my face.

"S-sure?" I forcefully smile. "Great!" He flies over to Pomni who was trying to walk away.

"Candy suits you!" Ragatha smiles. "Nah, she doesn't even look sweet." Jax clears his throat. "Gosh, and your name is Jax! You look like your name would be Sadism." I argue back.

"Ohoho, I can throw you away like candy wrapper. Don't fuel up the fire." Jax smirks as he raises his brow. "But I think I'm starting to want to ruin your days here. Or years." He shrugs.

"I'll make yours even worst."

"Oh look Zooble, new target unlocked. I got some competition." Jax nudges Zooble's side. "Great, so your $%!# wouldn't be around ours any longer." She replies, not wanting to be a part of the conversation.

"I'll be on your tail, Candy. If you don't mind." Jax crosses his arm, standing tall. "Oh, and I'll be on yours, you rabbit." I narrow my eyebrows. "That wasn't really an insult. I could throw you away like Candy wrapper." He argues.

"Oho, but you can get a taste of this sweet Candy first." I argue back. His face shifts to surprise before another demeanor. "Whatever you say, remember, Caine said to keep it child friendly."

"Whatever rabbit."

"All right, sour candy."

"Now good luck and have fun my little superstars!" Caine says, before disappearing into thin air.

Pomni stares at all of us in silence before speaking up.

"What did any of that mean?"

I look over at Ragatha, then Jax.

"I didn't listen."

The rabbit roles his eyes. "You're doing bad on your first day."

"And you're annoying me pretty much on my first day."

"Good to know."

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shelbystales · 2 months

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Best Aid - Part Eight

Modern Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist

Previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

Summary: you are a young doctor in Birmingham. After a crazy incident, Thomas Shelby shows up at your hospital. You don’t know much about the man everyone seems to fear, but you definitely will.

Warning: swearing, mention of torture and panick attack

A/N: Comment and interact, tell me what you think! it means a looot.

English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes.

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On your next shift, the first thing you did when you arrived at the hospital was go straight to John Doe's room to see if he was still there.

To your surprise, yes, he was still there.

He had already undergone jaw surgery the day before, and to an even greater surprise, he was awake. He stared at the room's window as if he was hypnotized.

"Hi," you said, entering the room. "Good to see you awake," you smiled.

He shifted his attention from the window to you but didn't say anything. Well, he couldn't speak, as his mouth was paralyzed on the side of the jaw surgery, and it would probably stay that way for a while.

His face was much less swollen and deformed then you had remembered.

You approached him to get the medical record and check the progress of his exams. "My name is Y/N; I was the doctor on duty the night you arrived. Do you feel any pain?" He subtly shook his head, and when you asked if you could examine him, he gave a small nod.

During the examination, you proceeded with caution, aware of the potential trauma he might have experienced. The signs of infection from his blood test had decreased, and the wound appeared to be healing well. Other than that, he was healing well.

After completing the examination, you left the room and returned to the trauma center, where you met with the shift residents and assigned tasks.

You started to overthink why Thomas hadn't stolen your patient, but as you created a thousand questions in your head, you just decided to accept the situation and move on with your day. After all, he did comply with your request.

Continuing your rounds, you attended to other patients.

During a break in the staff lounge, Jeremy joined you with his usual big smile. "Hey girl, how are you?" he asked, taking a seat beside you.

"Hey," you smiled back. "I'm good, you?"

"Great. Doctor says my fiancé has prostatitis," he said, relieved.

"Good, some antibiotics should solve it. Might take a while, though." you smiled

"Yeah... no sex for a while… well, at least it's not cancer," he joked.

"Dodged a bullet, huh?" you chuckled.

"Yes, yes. I was worried," he sighed. "Are you really okay? I didn't see you leave last shift."

You sighed, debating how much to share with Jeremy. "It's been a wild ride, Jer. There's this whole situation with the patient, and then late at night, Thomas showed up. It's like a never-ending rollercoaster with him."

Jeremy's smile faded, replaced by genuine concern. "What?" he asked, leaning in slightly.

"Yeah. And I fucking had a panic attack after he told me he would discharge John Doe. But then... he was so kind, helping me through the panic. I just... I don't know. I'm so confused about everything," you confessed.

"He just showed up and wanted to discharge the unconscious, almost dying man?" he asked, and you nodded.

"And as I argued he couldn't, I suddenly couldn't breathe," you shrugged. "I need a break. I told him I didn't want to see him. He just doesn't care."

Jeremy's expression turned from concern to disbelief. "That's insane. He is insane.”

“Just figuring that out now?” you frowned and sighed “But… At the same time, he brought the man in, and I don’t think he did all that to him. Also, he didn't steal my patient… and he was so so gentle to me.”

Jeremy furrowed his brows. “Okay, listen up, I love you. But you've got to figure out what you want from him, Y/N. It's not healthy to be caught in this constant state of confusion. You either want him or not."

“I don’t,” you blurted out.

“Shut up, you don’t. If you didn’t, what he did or didn’t do wouldn’t bother you,” he said, cutting through your protest with a knowing look.

You sighed, realizing Jeremy might be onto something. The conflicting emotions and the chaos Thomas brought into your life were undeniable, and deep down, you questioned your own motives.

“I just can't make sense of it, Jer. He's this enigma, this complicated man who seems to defy any logic i create,” you confessed, running a hand through your hair.

“People like that can be dangerous to get involved with, Y/N. I don’t want to see you getting hurt. Yes, he’s hot as fuck, might fuck you senselless, but we need boundaries to keep ourselves safe sometimes” Jeremy said, genuine concern etched across his face.

“Yeah I know. I just need time to figure things out,” you replied, your mind still swirling with uncertainty.

“Maybe just fuck him and ghost him” He smiled

“That is definitely not the best option” you chuckled

“Yeah… i just. I want you to get laid. Maybe with someone else. You deserve it. Some dick could make your thoughts clearer” he leaned back as his big smile continued crossing his face

“Yeah, right. As if I have a line of people that want to fuck me”

“Oh girl… you are so oblivious. Let's start with all the male residents! And some nurses… Jesus you have no idea” He said surprised

“I’m gonna go. You forget it, i’m not getting involved with anyone in this hospital” you said

“Okay” he shrugged as you stood up and left

As the day progressed, you found yourself once again immersed in the demanding environment of the hospital.

In the quiet moments between duties, you couldn't help but reflect on Jeremy's words. The need for clarity tugged at you, urging you to confront the feelings you failed to understand.

As you left the hospital that day, the internal conflict within you raged on. Thomas Shelby's presence seemed to evoke a myriad of emotions - confusion, frustration, and an undeniable attraction that left you questioning your own judgment.

When you walked into the lobby of the hotel, you caught sight of Thomas engaged in a serious discussion with his aunt, Polly. The lines on Thomas's face spoke of stress and tension, a departure from his usual composed demeanor.

You stood there, observing from a distance, deciding if you should or not talk to him. Set some things straight. Maybe all you wanted to hear was that he didn’t do anything to the man. Or maybe that he cares about others and that’s the reason he left the man in the hospital care. Or maybe… just maybe… you wanted to hear his husky voice…

As Thomas and Polly concluded their conversation, you observed him preparing to leave the lobby, a sense of urgency evident on his face. Your eyes met, and a shy smile from you prompted a momentary pause, marked by a furrowed brow.

"Can we talk?," you mouthed standind a few feets away from him.

He slightly nodded. Stopping in the middle of the lobby and following you after you started to walk in the direction of the elevators.

As you stepped into the elevator, the atmosphere between you and Thomas was heavy. The air charged with unresolved tension.

The doors closed, enveloping both of you in a temporary cocoon of privacy.

"Alright, Y/N, what's on your mind?" Thomas inquired, his voice low and steady. His posture, rigid yet composed.

You took a deep breath, your gaze fixed on the floor, steeling yourself for the words about to spill out. "I need you to be honest,"

"About?" he replied, his piercing gaze fixed on you.

"The man," you said, meeting his gaze, searching for any hint of emotion in his stoic posture—a true master of the poker face.

"What about him?" His response, delivered with an air of nonchalance

"Did you do that to him?" you pressed

"I already told you that, eh?" he countered, glancing around the elevator as it announced the floor—the floor to your room.

"You didn't," you asserted, the tension escalating with each passing moment.

"Yeah, I didn't do it," he admitted, his eyes meeting yours briefly before the elevator doors opened. You exited first, and he followed, the charged atmosphere trailing into the corridor and eventually into your hotel room.

In the room, you moved with purpose, entering the kitchen to fetch two glasses of water. Placing them on the dining table, you invited him to sit.

"How long will this take?" he inquired, his posture a blend of impatience and reservation.

"Do you have somewhere else to be?" you countered, your eyes locked onto his.

"I do" he answered shortly

"If you want to fix this, take a seat," you added, leaning back and crossing your arms, awaiting his response.

Thomas hesitated for a moment, his gaze lingering on you, weighing the options. After a pause that seemed to stretch on, he finally relented, his movements fluid yet hesitant as he took a seat at the dining table.

You observed him closely, noting the subtle nuances in his posture.

"Why did you bring him to the hospital if you weren't responsible for what happened to him?" you questioned, your voice steady.

His eyes met yours, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them. "I never said I wasn't responsible. I said I didn't do it," he responded, the words hanging in the space between you like an unspoken challenge.

“Fuck you” you filled your mouth to say those words, and it felt good “What the fuck is that suppossed to mean?”

"He's a friend," he admitted

"Why didn't you just say that from the beginning?" you retorted, frustration evident in your tone.

Thomas's gaze remained steady, a mixture of regret and resolve in his eyes. "There are things that go beyond simple explanations."

"No, no. Some explanations are pretty simple," you shrugged, your frustration simmering beneath the surface.

"Y/N," he began, his Birmingham accent adding a distinct cadence to his words. "If I started spillin' every detail, you'd be tangled in a mess you're better off avoiding. Because then, you would ask me why my friend was like that. And I would have to tell you, since we're bein' honest, that he was kidnapped and tortured for information about me. Because that's what happens to people around me. And you would ask me why, and I tell you, that's business, and me business is a difficult thing to explain" he continued, his voice carrying the weight of a reality that seemed both distant and uncomfortably close.

The room echoed with a heavy silence, the weight of Thomas's revelations settling around you both. You knew exactly what his business was after a few hours googling him, no. A few hours fucking stalking the man.

"I never asked for any of this, Thomas," you finally spoke, your voice a mix of frustration and vulnerability. "I never signed up for a life entangled in your... business."

Thomas leaned back, his eyes fixed on you, acknowledging the truth in your words. "And I never asked you to. But here we are."

"I don't want to end up like your friend," you stated firmly, your voice carrying the weight of your fears and the boundaries you needed to set.

Thomas's eyes, now revealed a hint of regret. "You won't," he replied, his voice softer than before. "I promise."

You sighed, feeling the weight of the situation settling on your shoulders. Taking both hands to your face, you couldn't shake off the stress that had crept into your being.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his usually stoic demeanor giving way to an unexpected tenderness.

"Stressed," you answered

"Aren't we all?" he remarked, a rare hint of vulnerability in his voice.

"Is your life always like this?" you inquired, curiosity peeking.

"No, it has never been like this," he admitted, taking a sip of the water in front of him. "Could be a glass of whisky, eh?" he suggested, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"I don't remember the last time I drank whisky," you confessed.

"Really?" he raised an eyebrow, glancing around the room. "I think there's a bottle somewhere."

"There's a drink cart in the bedroom," you informed him.

After a brief search, he found the cart and walking into the living room with the bottle in hand he looked at you for approval. "One glass?"

"Sure, why not?" you agreed, welcoming the distraction

Thomas poured a modest amount of whisky into two glasses, the amber liquid catching the soft glow of the room. As he handed you a glass, his fingers brushed against yours in a fleeting touch, making your heart race wiht excitement.

As the whisky warmed your insides, Thomas leaned back, the weight of his own burdens evident in the lines of his face. You couldn't help but notice how well he looked, how well dressed he was. If you just saw him crossing the streed, you would never believe that the man in front of you was a fucking gang leader.

The air between you carried a mixture of tension and a strange camaraderie born out of the unexpected intimacy of the moment.

"This is better," Thomas remarked, studying the liquid in his glass after taking a sip.

"You know, this isn't how I imagined our conversation going," you admitted, a wry smile playing on your lips.

Thomas chuckled, the sound rich and resonant. "Nor did I, Y/N."

Ozzy appeared, strolling in from the bedroom and hopping onto the couch, where he promptly settled down for a nap. You couldn't help but smile as you watched him make himself comfortable.

"Do you like cats?" you asked, curious about Thomas's preferences.

"No," he answered bluntly.

"Get out of my room," you joked, eliciting a chuckle from him. "Why not?"

He shrugged. "I just don't."

"Yeah, you look like a dog person."

"I have horses, I don't have a dog."

"Oh, right. Rich people pets," you teased, a playful smile on your face.

Thomas raised an eyebrow at your playful jab. "Horses are not exactly house pets," he remarked, a hint of amusement in his tone.

"Fair point," you conceded, enjoying the banter that seemed to ease the tension. "So, what does Thomas Shelby do for fun? Besides making me insane, of course"

His gaze flickered with a subtle mix of contemplation and amusement. "Fun... hm, let's say I like riding horses, reading, and chess."

"Chess, huh? I bet I can win” you smiled, gaze locked on his

Thomas Shelby leaned back, a mysterious glint in his eyes as he considered your challenge about chess. "You can try," he said, his smirk hinting at a quiet confidence.

The air between you felt lighter. You felt good about it. He could be a good company.

"What happened?" you asked, meeting his gaze. Thomas frowned slightly, not understanding what you meant. "How did a guy that likes horses and plays chess turn my life upside down? making me feel like I couldn't breathe for days? Made me fear my life. At one point I felt so paranoid that i could swear there was someone was following me down the hospital. Because the Thomas in here now... I like this Thomas."

There was a moment of silence, Thomas's gaze held a mixture of contemplation and a touch of vulnerability you failed to see before.

"I already told you I didn't intend for any of this, Y/N," he began, his voice softer than usual “Believe me if you want, I didn't want you to get caught in it. But then, I woke up and you were already involved”

"I know," you admitted, your voice reflecting a mixture of gratitude and apprehension. "But I don't know how to navigate through this. It's like stepping into a world or a war I never knew existed."

He reached across the table, his hand covering yours in a gesture of reassurance that sent a little jolt through you. "Look, I want you to know that I won't leave you alone in the chaos I've brought. Ok?", You nodded

His touch, warm and reassuring, sent a subtle thrill through you, awakening a desire you hadn't fully acknowledged since he walked in here tonight. As your eyes locked with his, an unspoken promise hung in the air, and for a brief moment, you found myself teetering on the edge of exploring something deeper with Thomas Shelby.

you cleared your throat, a nervous habit that betrayed the tumultuous thoughts racing through your mind. "Don't you have somewhere to be?" you managed to inquire, hoping to redirect the conversation and temper the rising anticipation. The effects of the whisky were starting to weave their magic, adding a layer of haziness to your judgment.

"I do," he sighed taking his hand from yours and adjusting his suit. "I enjoyed our talk. Are we in a better place?"

"Yeah, just... don't bring me more near-death guys. Please," you chuckled, the sound echoing in the room.

"And who would I take them to?," he replied, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“I don't know" you shrugged "Government health system is avaible in birmingham"

He chuckled "yes, i have a hospital so that I can send my friends to the public system" he mocked

"Well... can I just ask you to try and be honest? That's all I really need from you. I don't want to fear you”

"Are you sure the truth won't make you do exactly that?,"

"So far it hasn't, the other way around actualy" you answered

"Fine. That's a challenging thing to ask me, but sure. I can try," he agreed.

"Good," you smiled.

"Have a good night, Y/N," he said, starting to stand up. As he rose, something compelled him to lean down, and he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

"You too," you replied, feeling a strange mix of surprise and comfort. As he headed toward the door, you couldn't help but blurt out, "Wait, why didn’t you steal my patient?"

He stopped in his tracks, turning back to face you. "I couldn’t have him die on me, and… I trust you," he explained, his words hanging in the air. It left you with a complex swirl of emotions.

"Can I ask his name?" you inquired.

"Johnny Dogs. He's not registered, by the way. So, keep it as John Doe. If people start asking too many questions, you tell me," he instructed, and you nodded. His gaze holding yours for a moment longer before he walked out.

With a deep sigh, you sank back into your chair, contemplating the unexpected twists of the day.

The Thomas you saw in here now was the same one you welcomed into your home and that version of Thomas was surprisingly good company. That was the Thomas who drew you in, the one you found yourself attracted to. Yet, how could he embody two entirely different personas simultaneously? one you felt like punching and other you felt like kissing...

At least, he trusted you.

The knowledge of his trust provided a welcome boost to your self-esteem. Despite the whirlwind of confusion and complexity, you couldn't deny the comfort in knowing that, in his own enigmatic way, Thomas Shelby trusted in you.

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sapphic-agent · 6 months

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How would you have redeemed Bakugou?

I'm glad you asked😈

So, this actually isn't a very hard question to answer. Bakugou should have been an easy character to redeem as a) he's young and b) he embodies everything wrong with society so as our main character resolved (or should have resolved) to change that, it should have been easy to change Bakugou along the way. Let me break it down.

Class 1A doesn't like Bakugou A big point of contention for not only Bakugou but 1A as characters is the fact that he's explicitly awful to Izuku (and them even if it isn't as bad) and half of 1A doesn't care while the other half outright admires him. Kirishima and Mina especially as a later point of both their characters is that they don't like bullies, yet they end up as part of his friend group and take his verbal abuse.

I would have kept up a general indifference/disdain for Bakugou that was showed at the beginning of the show. Kaminari (another one who ends up as part of his group unfortunately) clowning him should have been kept up the entire series, as well as Tsu pointing out how awful and annoying he is. Bakugou's attitude should have kept him ostracized from the majority of the class.

Because Kirishima is a big part of the reason Bakugou starts to change, I would keep him Bakugou's friend. But he doesn't tolerate any of Bakugou's disrespect and consistently calls him out.

Uraraka and Iida defend Izuku from Bakugou This kind of ties in to the first point, but I think Uraraka and (especially) Iida should have shown more concern. Bakugou's behavior isn't normal and I think the two of them of all people should have been aware of that. I mean, you see your friend who doesn't defend himself and looks terrified for his life being yelled at and assaulted by someone with a dangerous quirk and you don't do anything?

I feel like for who Iida is, he would look down on that and would make the effort to chew Bakugou out. Izuku's friend constantly calling something out would stress to him (and the audience) the fact that how Bakugou treats him isn't okay and shouldn't be condoned.

Aizawa chews him out Unfortunately, Aizawa has to give Izuku a hard time because that's who his character is, but he should have been just as hard (if not harder) on Bakugou. Bakugou, who has been careless with his quirk and has deliberately disobeyed his instructors. Bakugou, who threw a literal temper tantrum at the Sports Festival. Bakugou, whose actions put fellow classmates in danger.

I've said this before, but it's so insane to me that he consistently sticks up for Bakugou while actively talking down to Izuku. You would think that Bakugou would be the kind of hero Aizawa hates.

He loses to Todoroki (or Uraraka or Shinsou) Him losing would be the start to him having to deal with failure. He should have been humbled this early in the show. It would have also been a great segway into him learning that saving people should be a hero's top priority, not being the best. Winning isn't everything and it should be the last thing on a hero's mind.

And I know the whole point in canon is that he didn't get to win the way he wanted to, but that doesn't negate the fact that he still won and was regarded at the best in 1A.

His actions at the Sports Festival turn pros away Idk about anyone else, but I would not want a walking PR liability nightmare in my agency. He threw a temper tantrum on live television. He attacked his unconscious, defenseless opponent and had to be knocked out. Why on Earth was he still given so many offers (over 3,000 is beyond ridiculous, I would even say Todoroki's number was dumb too)? And the fact that Tokoyami and Iida were given way less offers is just insulting, they got third place.

This would have been a good time to stress that his actions have consequences and that he can't do and say whatever he wants and still get everything.

The fact that everyone- students, teachers, and pros- are so desensitized to his attitude and behavior is extremely concerning (especially for the teachers and pros).

Best Jeanist teaches him more I appreciate Best Jeanist's efforts, but let's be real he focused way too much on Bakugou's style. I give him leeway because he isn't a teacher (and still did way better than Aizawa), but Bakugou needed a reality check. He should have been more focused on teaching Bakugou and telling him why his attitude needed to change.

(He also should have been kept around for the work studies. Bakugou didn't spend nearly enough time with him. And why is it that the only adult who genuinely wanted Bakugou to be better past getting stronger the one who had to "die" and disappear? Any other hero could have been used and it wouldn't have changed anything)

Bakugou doesn't pass the final exam This has been said a lot so I won't go into how he passed and Sero didn't, but the fact that his actions here went completely unchecked is disgusting. He was deliberately uncooperative and assaulted his teammate and somehow still passed? Excuse me? Aizawa has expelled students for less, but Bakugou didn't immediately fail? Anyone else would have been suspended at the very least.

Bakugou needs to be held to the same standard as everyone else. Giving him special treatment just enables his terrible behavior.

Aizawa actually admits fault in allowing Bakugou's behavior to go unchecked and actually makes good on his promise to fix it The fact that Aizawa spent that press conference deflecting from the actual issue is extremely annoying. Yeah, Bakugou works hard. So do all your students and you're not singing their praises. Not a word about Izuku who literally works out during class whenever he can. Not a word about Uraraka who learned hand-to-hand combat.

That all means squat diddly when Bakugou has repeatedly broken rules and received less than a slap on the wrist for it. Using how hard he works as an excuse is a copout, especially when it was his own actions that got him kidnapped in the first place. He knew he wasn't supposed to confront the LOV and insisted on it anyway.

Todoroki doesn't fail the provisional licensing exam For once, Bakugou has to face the full consequences of his actions on his own. And this is where he really starts to ponder if Best Jeanist was right and that his behavior isn't becoming of a hero. If everyone else passed and he didn't, doesn't that mean that he really is doing something wrong?

(Personally, I would make it so that he would have to try against in his second year, but that's subjective)

Bakugou doesn't get to know about OFA Instead of rewarding his terrible behavior, All Might should have given him a reality check. That being strong isn't what makes a hero. That Izuku earned One For All because of his heart. That the toxic ambition that Bakugou has is what helped shape Endeavor into a monster (let's pretend he knows about the Todorokis) and that he's going down the same road.

And this would be the turning point for Bakugou. What makes him stop and look at himself in the mirror and realize that he doesn't want to end up like that. That he doesn't want to be a monster.

And that's when everything I mentioned before finally clicks for him. This is where Bakugou really starts to change, and not because he forced his way into knowing a secret that was none of his business. But because he's being forced to realize that his actions aren't hero material.

This is where Bakugou begins to actually put in the effort to change. Not to get him what he wants, but because it's the right thing to do.

(None of that save to win bullshit)

Small, but meaningful changes Bakugou begins to be more mindful of his behavior. It's nothing big, but he makes an effort to stop insulting his classmates. If he starts, he stops himself. If he does, he owns up to it and apologizes.

He drops the shitty nicknames and starts to show the bare minimum of respect towards his classmates. He leaves Izuku alone. He takes it upon himself to go to Aizawa (not that I think canon Aizawa would be much help, but let's pretend for the sake of this) and ask how he can improve. He makes the genuine effort to change and improve. He actually gets better.

Accountability Bakugou confesses what he did to Izuku to Kirishima. Kirishima is rightfully upset and chews him out, but understands that Bakugou is genuinely trying to change. He tells him that he needs to find a way to apologize.

And Bakugou does. He apologizes to Izuku privately and owns up to everything. Not just in Aldera, but everything that happened in UA too. He shows actual remorse and sincerity, no excuses or reasons and no sugarcoating. Just a real apology owning up to the fact that there was no justification or logic behind his behavior and a promise that he will be better.

And Izuku thanks him. He doesn't accept or refuse it, he just says thank you.

1A somehow overhears. And Izuku's friends give Bakugou a piece of their mind. The rest of the class is rightfully horrified and upset. This leads to Bakugou being even further ostracized from the class (they aren't mean to him or anything, but they don't like to be around him).

Save to Save Bakugou's arc comes to completion when he risks his life to save someone. Not Izuku, just someone, anyone. Someone who needed to be saved. It isn't even during the PLA War or any other significant event, it's a random occurrence. He doesn't think about it, his body just moves. He saves that person successfully, and then collapses from his injuries.

Maybe he lives, maybe he dies. Who knows? That's not the important thing. What's important is that it signifies that he really did change by willingly giving up his chance of being the #1 to do the right thing.

That is how I would have redeemed Katsuki Bakugou.

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creedslove · 1 year

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STUDYING

Pedro Pascal x f!reader

A/N: I got the inspiration for this piece during my own spanish class this week, I was supposed to be paying attention but I was thinking of him and my upcoming test and got distracted. Also, it's worth to mention that reader studies Spanish in a language school that teaches adults foreign languages just like I do in real life (and I'm 26) which means there's NOTHING to do with highschool or underage reader at all. If this kind of school isn't a thing in your country then it's too bad, lol!

Summary: Pedro helps you study and get your Spanish essay done on time but you get distracted by your personal tutor at home

Warnings: fluff, sweet boyfriend Pedro and a tiny bit of smut towards the end

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It was about your third or fourth sigh that caught Pedro's attention. He knew you were having your moment of studying and he always made sure to give you your space, so you could focus, do your tasks, spread all your pens and papers with endless notes across the table and finish everything on time.

However, this time he could tell by the times you ripped pages off your notebook and crumpled it things weren't going so smoothly. He'd borrowed one of your highlighters to highlight his lines in the new script he was engaging into, being comfortable in the living room when he heard you mumbling something about 'fucking that shit'

He frowned curiously as he knew you absolutely adored studying Spanish, you enjoyed it so much you often spent hours making cute and colorful vocabulary summaries you'd learned in class, and you were nerdy to the point of writing essays without the teacher requesting them, just for fun, writing about random topics you enjoyed.

And Pedro was also aware you didn't study Spanish because of him. You'd been studying it for at least a year before you two met, knowing it had to do with the possibility of getting a better position, or a new job, or a nice trip abroad or even understanding movies and series. As he knew, you loved studying languages and that was one of the things he loved about you. And also the fact he could practice it at home with you, enjoying the fact you very often got his internal jokes or pet names you called each other.

In reality, he knew he wasn't the reason why you started learning Spanish, but he knew he was the reason why you kept studying it and made sure to get good results. And he loved it.

One thing you really enjoyed about Pedro was that he never intruded in your business. He knew you were smart enough to learn it by yourself and only if you needed help he would offer some. You avoided asking him for help as much as you could, you just wanted to do things on your own and you also loved his proud face when you were able to carry full conversations on different topics or understand a whole movie without having to rely on subtitles. But that essay was driving you insane.

Your test was coming up and it made you nervous. For the first time, you began feeling the difficulties in the language as the grammar was becoming harder and harder and you didn't know what else you could do to memorize that. Your essay, or composición as your boyfriend would say, was stressing you out, as nothing seemed good enough, you've written better, hell, even Pedro had told you many times how good your writing was and he wouldn't lie to you, that's for sure. But yet, you weren't convinced and when you finished that piece of shit you called a text you were already exhausted.

You began collecting your pens and pencils and organizing them back into the case and cleaning up the table when Pedro walked towards you. He had a sweet smile on his face and gently stroked your cheek, his curious brown eyes scanned the place until they fell onto your work.

"¿Qué pasa mi amor?" He asked in his beautiful, sexy accent and pulled a chair, sitting next to you. "I know you can do everything, but if you want, I can help you" he offered gently, not really thinking you'd agree with it, but when you handed him your text he grabbed his reading glasses, those black ones you loved and that always distracted you. At that point, you didn't give one single shit about tests, grades or evaluations, you would love to climb his lap and ride your handsome boyfriend while he dirty talked in spanish into your ear until exhaustion.

You barely noticed him talking to you, you were too busy looking at him, his tight sweater looking great on him, his messy soft hair, the way he softly bit his lips unconsciously when he focused on reading and those damn glasses.

"Y/N? Princesa? Are you listening to me?" He raised his brow and stared at you, waiting for you to reply. You swallowed hard and looked at him, feeling your cheeks flushing as you were caught fantasizing about your boyfriend.

"Y-yeah, I am, sorry cariño, I was just thinking of the test" you lied and looked at what he was pointing out in the paper. Pedro had taken a red pen and circled some words, you had either misspelled those or just put them in the wrong place, but overall your text was pretty decent. He gently explained you what you got wrong and how you could fix it better, though he could also tell you weren't really caring about that at the moment and knowing his sweet little puta very well, he knew whatever was on your mind had nothing to do with tests or school.

"Are you having wet dreams about your Spanish teacher, Y/N?" He folded his arms and looked at you "because I can just tell your mind is miles away from your studies and by the way you are clenching your thighs together you are probably very wet now" he smirked and loved how red you got. You knew there was no way you could fight that and lying would be just stupid. You bit your lips and chuckled, placing your hand on his thigh "I would have these if they fired that annoying cunt and hired you instead, though I can't complain about my private tutor" you whispered and leaned into his body, kissing his exposed neck gently and before he had any other action, you got up and immediately sat on his lap, facing him and pecking his soft lips gently, feeling his facial hair tickling you. His hands immediately wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, at the same time you raised your ass lifting your skirt up and feeling the contact of his rough jeans against your thin panties, moving your hips slowly against his, the friction on your core sending shivers down your spine just as Pedro felt his pants tightening at how hard he got.

"I know you want to help me, but we both agree this isn't my best work, so I can even rewrite it later if you want, but now…" you kissed him deeper this time and you felt how Pedro bucked his hips against yours, looking for more touch, more exposure of your skin on his.

"Y/N… you're teasing me" he groaned and only got a smirk as a reply

"Lo que quiero decir és que podríamos hacer otras cosas ahora, papi… ¿Qué te parece?" You whispered against his ear knowing it drove him insane when you spoke with him like that.

Pedro pulled your panties to the side and ran his thumb up and down your hard clit, feeling how wet you were and nodded.

"Sí, pero si no te vayas bien and la prueba, voy a darte un castigo" he whispered back against your lips and slapped your ass hard, making you whimper and feel your cheek burn, as you definitely knew what kind of punishment he'd give you.

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A/N: this is my first one shot after years of not writing. I hope it wasn't so bad and there might be a second part to it because I still have many Spanish tasks to carry out which means there might be more ideas, hopefully a little bit more smut this time. Also I posted it through the app and it somehow got worse when it comes to editing posts 🤌

Anyway, feedback = life

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zilabee · 4 months

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I listened to the final ep of @anotherkindofmindpod's Fine Tuning, yesterday. I'm so sad it's ended. I loved every.single.second. I don't think I've posted about it at all, but it's only because everyone was already saying it better, and my posts end up in drafts half finished and confused and full of runaway sentences of little import.

I'm really grateful for the whole thing. Grateful the way I was when I watched Understanding Lennon McCartney the first time, like being given a genuine gift of fandom making sense of itself. I don't know. It's just lovely to have. And it's done so well.

When, in the first ep, they casually mentioned that there were going to be ELEVEN episodes I knew it was going to be amazing. Proper genuine "we have a lot to say and we're going to say it all so you don't think we didn't think it through" you know? I love that they didn't start making eleven episodes and then decide that was too many and cut 40% of it out, it's more like they wanted to make twenty episodes and then cut out about 40% of that. Making eleven episodes and then being like 'we didn't even have time to talk about anything that we LIKED about this book' is a real move. A perfect shiny move.

The fact they made a spreadsheet sends me into fits. I love it.

Cards on the table I have not read Tune In properly, I have skimmed and picked at it, and obviously I've seen loads of it quoted on tumblr, but EVERY quote you read from it (and everything he says in interviews) makes it so fucking OBVIOUS that he doesn't understand basic things, I've never been able to face it full on. And the frustration that people (men) can't see how bad it is. So having it put out there like this, bit by bit, oh the joy of it.

And then it's also so much worse than I knew, because I'd never really worked out that he was just MAKING UP QUOTES and mushing them together to say new things, and oh my god the stuff that's NOT in there, is insane. The bit in episode 3 where AKOM quickly list off about five or six really interesting things about Paul's art in his schooldays and then you find out that Tune In didn't even MENTION that he liked to paintklsjdofihoijsodijfohwoisjdf OH MY GOD.

I'm blown away by the work of it, and the scale of it, and how well put together it was. I love the *feel* of it. I love its tone when they let the sarcasm ride high. The voices of "sincere surprise" are just my favourite thing. "Oh, so he mentions that Paul did x and y right?" "Actually, weirdly he doesn't!" "Oh, HOW STRANGE. But does he say he was interested in z???" "Oddly no." I love the sense of giddy anticipation in the intro ep, it must have been killing them to have made so much of it and not be able to talk about it.

I'm so fully aware that all of what they're saying will move into other podcasts, and become things that men sort of talk about as if obviously everyone kind of sees the bias in Tune In, even though they've always talked about it as if it's a great work of truth until now. It kills me softly. And they'll claim it's only POSSIBLE to see that now, ten years later when it's spelled out to them, as if it's aged badly or something, when actually female fandom has been fucked off with Tune In for fucking years. But that's FINE. WHATEVER.

Also glorious have been all the posts people posted around it, and how the conversation grew, and especially the fact that @mythserene had clearly been doing a lot of the same work. Her posts in tandem with the show are so wonderful, and make it even more special, the depth of fandom for the love of fandom <3333333

#akom #<33333

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honeyedmiller · 1 year

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You’re such an amazing writer!! Could you do one for Pedro based on that Tom Holland interview where he was being pranked by Casper and Conner except you’re pranking Pedro by telling the interviewer what to say???

This is so funny omg y'all come up with some good prompts LOL, and thank you so much for the kind words!! <3

warnings: none :) just Pedro and reader being the best of friends who love to prank each other. this one shot is gender neutral!

Pedro's manager Nicole had texted you about an opportunity to prank him big time. You immediately accepted.

You and Pedro had this ongoing series of pranks that you two've kept going over the past two years. At first, it started off small. Innocent pranks here and there. Then about six months in, it progressed to bigger pranks, such as hacking each other's social medias and posting the most absurd things, to even pulling pranks on the red carpet, which is how he got you last time.

It had been a couple of months since his prank to you, and you were trying to think of something real good that would stump him, but nothing came about... until now.

Pedro had an interview with Cosmopolitan, and you were so proud of him landing an interview with a renowned magazine. It wasn't until later that same day that Nicole reached out to you, clearly aware of the prank war that played on between you and Pedro, and you seized the opportunity immediately.

"So, this is how it's gonna work," The producer of the interview gestured for you to stand next to him. "You're going to be in this room with one of our executives, Jessica, to watch the interview through this laptop screen,” He motions to the laptop in front of the both of you, “and you’ll basically be able to hear and see everything that’s going on. The interviewer, Sarah, will have a tiny earpiece in her ear where she can hear you say anything you’d like her to say or ask Pedro. You’ll get to see it all unfold in live time.”

You couldn’t help but feel so giddy about this. This was going to be so much fun.

“I’ll be in here the whole time to help, too.” Nicole stepped in, and you laughed.

“He’ll never see it coming. Thank you for letting me do this, Nicole.” You grin at her and she laughs, finding your antics with Pedro so childish but insanely funny.

“Interview starts in five! Jessica will let you know when to start.” The producer informs you before walking out.

You settled onto the couch into the room as Jessica got everything set up and ready to go. You see Sarah walk into the frame a couple of minutes later, doing a mic test to make sure she can hear you. When the producer gives her the go-ahead, Pedro appears in the frame to take his seat.

"We all set? Alright, let's start rolling." You hear the producer say, and Sarah starts the interview.

"Hello everyone, I'm Sarah Vasquez here at Cosmopolitan, with a very special guest today- Pedro Pascal! How are you, Pedro?"

He smiles kindly at her and folds his hands onto his lap, "I'm great Sarah, how are you?" His full undivided attention is on her, completely unaware of what was about to happen. Poor man.

"I'm great, thank you. So tell me Pedro, how are you handling all of this newfound attention? Do you like it?"

"I do, actually, though it can get wild at times. I appreciate how hard my supporters go for me. Makes me feel loved.”

You snickered as you talked lowly into the microphone that Sarah could hear you from, “Ask him if he liked when one of his ‘supporters’ asked if they could have his babies.”

“Word around the street is that one of your supporters came up to you and asked you if they could have your children. How do you feel about that?” Sarah asked Pedro, trying hard to stifle a laugh.

Pedro’s eyebrows furrow immediately, “How the hell do you know about that?” He laughs in confusion, because he’d been alone when the incident happened and you were the only person he told about it. You couldn’t stop laughing and teasing him about it for the next couple of days.

“We have our sources.” Sarah smiled kindly, which made Pedro huff out a laugh.

Nicole grabbed the microphone from you, wanting to get in on the whole bit. “Ask him why he wanted to have a sing-off with Bella while he was tipsy at the Oscars.” You all laughed at that, knowing that was a very Pedro thing to do.

“So what about the sing-off you tipsily challenged your co-star Bella Ramsey to? Who won?” Sarah asked, and Pedro looked at her with such apprehension.

“Okay, is Nardwuar here with us or something? How do you know about these things? This is getting weird,” Pedro laughed nervously, and cleared his throat, “And for the record, I obviously won.” You could tell he was trying to laugh off his nervousness, which was one of his defense mechanisms you were all-too familiar with.

“Like I said, we have our sources.” Sarah tried her best to collect herself while Pedro was internally freaking out from across her.

Pedro scoffed in disbelief, “Sure. Right.”

Sarah just grinned as you laughed with Nicole, almost feeling bad for Pedro.

“Okay last thing,” You start, “Ask him why he chose to wear the green striped underwear today instead of the cute dinosaur ones his bestie bought him.” You cackle, and Sarah bit her lip once more.

“So Pedro, you’re wearing your green striped underwear today. Why aren’t you wearing the dinosaur ones your bestie bought for you?” Sarah couldn’t hold in her laugh anymore as all expression from his face completely drops.

“Okay, yeah, you’ve been lovely but I think it’s time for me to go now.” He gets up from his seat and you laugh as you get up and head out to the set.

“Tell her why, Pedro!” You chided him, and his eyes meet yours in shock.

“What the hell are you doing here?” His eyebrows furrow in deep confusion, causing you to double over in laughter.

“I got you so good. Should’ve seen the look on your face, Pascal.” Tears were pricking at the corners of your eyes from laughing so harshly.

He gently punches your shoulder, “You sneak! You were about to give me a heart attack!”

“I’m the prank champion!” You gloated, and he rolled his eyes.

“Nah, not even close. Wait ‘til you see what I have up my sleeve for you,” He slings his arm around your shoulder as he laughs, feeling embarrassed about the whole thing, “I will admit though, you did get me pretty damn good. Kudos to you.”

You beam up at him with a smile and he rolls his eyes. He was most definitely faking the fact that he had a good prank up his sleeve to pull on you, but that meant he had to meticulously plan something good…

So good, that it’ll reign him the king of pranks.

author’s note: sorry this took so long and wasn’t all that great but I hope it made y’all smile just a little :’)

#pedro pascal imagines #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal x reader #Pedro pascal x best friend!reader #Pedro pascal x gender neutral reader #no use of y/n

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ffb6c1lover · 6 months

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The Madrigals and Anxiety

so, I think it's not a controversial statement to say that anxiety runs in the family... what I find oddly cute is that a lot of nervous ticks or outbursts are very similar to those of other family members, but let's proceed with order.

Alma, Isabela

Alma had it hard. I think homegirl is the culprit, but she probably had an anxious gene in her before everything.

do we need to explain what her anxiety looks like? absolute perfectionism to the point of insanity so people won't turn on her, constantly making Bruno check the future for possible dangers, self-soothing behaviours (asking Pedro for help, wearing the mourning shawl), always needing to keep a watchful eye on everyone, you name it.

The perfectionism moved straight through to Isabela. There's a whole song about not meeting expectations, so I don't think I need to go fruther into it.

Pepa

Pepa is another obvious one. Her anxiety is palpable throughout most of the movie and it is, unlike her mum, mostly related to things that are not life-or-death situations (Antonio's party needing to be perfect).

She is constantly seen spiralling and using self-soothing rituals (hair touching, "clear skies"), often to no avail.

Her mood swings and irritability outbursts are also proof of anxiety.

Bruno

Before you come at me!! He clearly has OCD... It's in the script so it was meant like this. And I know people say he was just superstitious, but I come from a very superstitious culture and it's not like that 😭

I can prove it!!

Throwing salt. It is usually done after you have spilled it. Bruno had not spilled any salt before the throwing over the shoulder. It is an act that is meant to cancel bad luck from an extremely specific action that he had not done.

Knock knock knock knock knock knock on wood. You are supposed to knock twice, say it once, only after someone has said something good you don't wanna jinx or bad you wanna prevent. Bruno hasn't been talking to anyone in 10 years, it's just a ritual to him at this point OR it's a reaction to his own thoughts. Superstitious people don't do things based on their thoughts: that's OCD. Also the number of knocks and the one on the head is oddly specific and not related to any superstitious beliefs as far as I'm aware.

Fingers crossed. Again, you do that when you are hoping for something good, but nothing happened he might want to cross his fingers for, it's just another ritual. Also, all of these rituals are kind of contradicting each other (hoping for something/trying to prevent something), he's just trying to bring as much good luck as possible.

I'm not saying he is not superstitious, he very much is, but his superstition pathologized to the point of becoming an illness. This is not how someone who's simply superstitious acts.

He also has a generally nervous attitude and lots of self-soothing movements, like the rubbing his arm we'll get to later.

The only other explanation could be that he thinks he is the bad luck, but that still does not explain things like the crossed fingers.

Julieta, Camilo, Mirabel

They don't look like they struggle a lot with anxiety (I am only talking about the actual condition, not genuine worry that has a reason of being like Casita breaking or not receiving a gift). They are all very accustomed to dealing with anxious family members though and they are good at it.

Mirabel is probably the more anxious among the three, but she is also an incredible supporter for Toñito, who's not getting his own section simply because his fear was very much justified, but for a literal 5yo his anxiety shows great promise of becoming just like his mum's.

Honourable mention in this section goes to Félix and Agustìn, we stan some supportive husbands and fathers.

Luisa

My baby. The first time we see her as being relevant plot-wise is literally because her eye was twitching. Her character arc is learning to chill. I rest my case.

Dolores

Now, Dolores is a bit trickier, because she is not as loud as the rest of her family. She does always seem to be extremely on edge though and she is often doubting herself (she stopped believing someone was in the walls despite hearing Bruno for 10+ years because they told her it was not possible).

I don't know whether it's canon or if I've read too much fanfiction, but her room is supposed to have some degree of soundproofing, that she doesn't use because she needs to hear if her family needs help (Luisa's eye twitch).

Finally...

The similar twitches and anxious responses

The arm-rub of Luisa and Bruno (+ supportive sisters <3<3<3<3<3)

The hand movement while screaming, like mother like daughter

#encanto #I definitely think this has been done before but I was really spiraling yesterday due to my own anxiety and this helped <33 #mirabel madrigal #alma madrigal #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #dolores madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #tw anxiety

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xerith-42 · 4 months

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What is, in your opinion, the best and the worst moments of the entire series and why? If you haven't already made a post about that

[cracks knuckles]

It's hard to put a finger on what I would say are best moments because through my rewatch I've actually discovered a lot of good moments early on that I think are overlooked because they don't play into the larger story later on. I talked about one of them in the context of a rewrite on my side blog, but I want to talk about a smaller moment that I actually don't think needs to be rewritten. (this isn't me saying this is the best moment in mcd, just that I think it deserves appreciation)

It's the entire opening sequence of episode 11. Like the whole thing is just really good. It opens with Aph finding out that Donna has gained sentience building that idea into the world, and she gets the story started right away by telling Aph about how Brendan got injured at the end of last episode. Aph instantly rushes in to help, finds out what she has to do from Garroth, and then takes off to do it. Earlier episodes have a problem of being kind of nothing a lot of the time, or Jess will get distracted and take way too long to get to the story, but that just isn't a problem here.

At this point Brendan has been established as a character with gripes, ambitions, wants, love for hamsters, and has an emotional connection to another character in the cast. So both the audience and Aph are invested in his safety, and it's great to see how seriously she can take these situations when circumstances demand it. Furthermore once she gets the medicine Garroth needs, it's Garroth who actually treats Brendan's wounds as this is before Zoey entered the series and became the resident healer.

I really like this aspect of Garroth's character and think it has a ton of potential! Garroth learning battle medicine during the year Phoenix Drop didn't have their lord because he failed to protect his lord before? Maybe he learned it even earlier, like in the guard academy shortly after the death of his brother to ensure that he doesn't lose someone again. As far as I'm aware this is never expanded on outside of this episode but I think it was a really solid piece of character work with Garroth.

And Zenix in this scene?? On point. He is playing up the whole scared guard who's a rookie and new to everything aspect so well, and the way he talks about the whole ordeal is just fantastic. He's so good at playing on Aph's trusting nature and when you learn that he knew the arrow was meant for him and put Brendan in the way? It makes the entire scene all the more heartbreaking. Overall a really great showing from one of the earlier episodes of the series.

And on the complete opposite end of the spectrum, we have one of the much later episodes in the series run that if you ask me, is one of the worst scenes in anything I have ever witnessed. Season 2 Episode 95 of Minecraft Diaries is perhaps the best example of character assassination happening in real time I have ever seen. The rot upon Laurance's character has been creeping in for some time during season 2, but this is when it hits it's crescendo.

I can and will do an entire post breaking down this entire episode minute by minute one of these days because it's failures are something I take personally. For those of you who aren't actually going insane over the block show, Season 2 Episode 95 is titled "Shadows of the Past", and this is the episode where everything with Laurance hits it's breaking point. In this episode while Aph is just having a fun day playing with Dante, Leona, and the other child who is there, she sees an imp in the forest disguised as Aaron. (Keep in mind Aaron died in episode 81 so the wound is still sort of fresh)

Aph is shaken by this and halfway through the episode she sits on the beaches of the Phoenix Alliance island holding Aaron's bandana and having a quiet moment. Laurance comes up behind her, before he sits next to her, and the two start talking. In theory, I like this conversation. Laurance has largely not been able to express his feelings on Aaron and what he did because he ran away right after it happened, and showed up only 5 episodes ago trying to kill Aph while she was in disguise. He hasn't had a moment to really process Aaron's sacrifice and what it means for him. The strange contradictory feelings he has over his jealousy, his desire to protect, the calling, and dare I say it, his respect for Aaron.

In theory, I really like this conversation. In practice this conversation manages to drag not one, not two, but all three of Minecraft Diaries main characters to their lowest points. In this scene Laurance proceeds to berate Aph for her feelings, invalidate previous lines he said about Aaron, completely betrays his own character and motivation, and forever ruins his character arc. And that's not including how much of a fucking asshole Garroth is in this scene, like Laurance was being bad, but Garroth saying "You were lucky to come back alive" after Laurance was forcibly raised into undeath??? Not cool dude.

The entire scene also reduced Aph into just a grieving widow. She's so grief stricken she can't even stand up to Laurance, which could be good in theory, but I just don't like it. It just doesn't feel right. It doesn't feel like the character I've been following. Aph has always been a proactive and reactive character, bad stuff happens and her response is to do something about it. This scene makes her far more passive and while I don't object to her grieving, this just isn't it. I can't explain it better than that, it just isn't it.

As stated before, Garroth may have had some good points but completely lost all merit he had in this argument when he hit Laurance with that line. That was just uncalled for.

And poor poor Laurance. Let's just give a quick rundown on things in Laurance's life that greatly impact the way he views death: His parents dying when he was a kid, his lord dying while under his watch, seeing someone he knew was dead walking around alive, literally actually dying and being forcibly raised into partial undeath with a great curse to bear and no control over any of this happening, his best friend sacrificing their life to save him, AND losing his OTHER parent after being thrown 15 years into the future. Laurance has been a victim of death and it's many ways of truly ruining someone's brain in ways we mortals aren't even able to comprehend.

He would never yell at someone for grieving. He would never get mad at someone for being sad that someone they care about is gone, no matter how jealous he can be. He would never see Aph with tears in her eyes and keep yelling. The only circumstances I could see him doing this under is if the calling is influencing him, but that isn't explicitly shown to the viewer or ever even implied to be the reason for this outburst. We are just expected to take this at face value. That his is who Laurance is, who he has become.

And it's not Laurance. I don't know who it is, but it's just not him. It's someone else who's using Laurance's likeness to prop up the story of two people falling in love and losing each other that takes longer than Romeo and Juliet and manages to somehow be worse than that. In a sick and twisted sense, Jess is how we've all been headcanoning the Shadow King, turning Laurance into her little puppet that she can control to do whatever she wants when the plot demands it, previously established character be damned. She didn't write this scene because she wanted to explore Laurance's character, she wrote this scene so fans would get off her back.

Laurance deserved better than this.

cutting myself off here because if I keep going I will just rewrite this entire episode in real time for the third time

#text post #minecraft diaries #laurance zvahl #minecraft diaries laurance #garroth ro'meave #mcd garroth #aphblr #answering asks #mcd zenix #mcd brendan #rant post #fuck season 2 episode 95 #laurance deserved better #everyone deserved better but especially Laurance

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mrs-monaghan · 10 months

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Hey Shaz,

it's been a shit day so far. Do you have anything jikook-related to cheer me up? Much appreciated 💜

I'm so sorry you had a shitty day love. Something about Jikook in NYC gave me heavy Bon Voyage Malta vibes so let's talk about 2 or 3 moments. But first, have u ever heard about the Jimin pregnant allegations?

I mean its the bloody wind's fault but still, it definitely gave Mpreg creators original content to work with.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Okay I'll be serious. 😂😂😂

There is this really small blink and you'll miss it moment that I never see anywhere. I loved this part so much.

So basically JK sings mic drop adorably and when he looks around he finds Jimin looking at him and smiling. They then quietly stare at eo for a while 🥺🥺🥺

I rewinded it so many times it was so cute. It's the little things guys. It's the little things. Like when JK holds Jimin's hand in pretense of holding the rail thingy.

Guys... Jikook are so obvious its insane that the fandom as a whole doesn't just support them 🤦🏽‍♀️

Anygays, I wanna bring up Jikook feeding eo here. JK is the one who offers. A rare moment of him using honorifics 🤭

So JK looks at Jimin's mouth, but it's the way Jimin looks at JK's eyes.

It's something he always does; looks str8 up at JK when his boyfriend is feeding him. Kinda gets my explicit senses tingling. Remember this?

That's JK feeding him a sausage in one of the many dynamite behind the scenes. (Thanks @chicknbunny13 as always 😘)

Tell me that doesn't give u an accurate picture of how Jimin looks like when he's shouting in JK's briefcase. 👀

It kind of reminds me of this

Whoever made that fuck you. Seriously 😫😩😩

Oh God. We are getting sidetracked here. Get it together guys. What's wrong with you? 🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️

Moving on swiftly, I also like this part where JK says he wants to dye his hair and Jhope asks him

Of course Jimin already knows;

He knows everything about JK. Everything. He's the only one at the table who seems to be aware of this whole JK dying his hair thing before hand. 🥰

Can we take a second to talk about this here?

He was annoyed that they started getting filmed immediately. Even though he knows that's why they're there; to create BV content. And this is the guy they like to heavily accuse of feeding fans?? Okay, sure.

Anyway I love BV Malta for Jikook. We like to say they were on their honeymoon but it really did look like it. Even Suga noticed

Jikook really had a great time in Malta. Thats why I wanna know how they looked like off camera seeing as on camera they looked like honeymooners. 🥺🥺🥺 damn those lucky Malta Armys gatekeeping images and footage 😭😭😭😭

Bonus: a Bon Voyage 3 compilation

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Hope this short trip down memory lane cheers u up my lovely 😍😍

#ask shaz #bts ask #jikook #kookmin #minkook #jimin and jungkook #bts #jimin #jungkook #park jimin #jeon jungkook #jikook analysis #bon voyage jikook #jikook sexy times

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charlottesbookclub · 1 month

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which plants each of the greens would get from the plant shop where i work 🪴🌱🌿🍃

y'all i am so sorry for my sporadic activity on this blog and also for the chaotic jumble of fandoms i keep posting about with no warning 😭

so i was kinda into hotd last season, and with the new trailers coming out i was thinking about it again and this idea came to me like a revelation from on high so i decided to curse you all with these headcanons as well

for context, i work at a houseplant shop and was watering my own plants today when i was seized by the vision of which plant(s) each of the greens would get from the shop

i guess this is kind of modern au but not really?? like i guess i sort of envisioned it as the characters walking out of the world/canon of the show and into the plant store and so that's the characterization i went with idk

anyway sorry this is so chaotic – here are the headcanons:

alicent – def something pretty basic but classic like a pothos or a philodendron. a marble queen pothos would be especially appropriate, so honestly that's what i would probably recommend if she asked. is able to keep it alive just fine but i'm just not sure i would recommend anything too much more demanding – i just feel like losing a plant would be too demoralizing for her. also i feel like she would be one of those people who would come in and be like "i need a plant that filters air bc i need clean air in my living space" and i'd have to put on my best customer service voice/smile and be like "well actually ma'am that's all of them – that's kind of like one of their main things" lmaoooo

criston – i truly do not believe that my mans could keep a plant alive; i'm just not convinced of it. i think he'd get a funky spiky little succulent or cactus and it would be dead within a week and he'd come back in and i'd recommend a snake plant (very hard to kill) and then he'd kill that too 💀 but also i think he'd be sooooooooo in denial about it and always come up with a bunch of other things that must've happened to it

aegon – also cannot keep a plant alive but is painfully self-aware about this fact. would def be one of those people who comes in, walks right up to the counter and instantly says "i need a plant i can't kill." so i'd point him to the snakes and zz's and he'd get either a nice black coral or golden hahnii snake plant. the funniest thing about this is that i'm convinced that aegon's snake plant would actually survive and criston would be sooooo pissed about it. like he wouldn't water it for weeks, and then when he finally remembered to, he accidentally (drunkenly) watered it with wine and it still lived and criston was fucking livid about it

aemond – would for sure have more success keeping plants alive than aegon or criston. i feel like he'd try to start with something cool but tricky, like a complicated carnivorous plant, and after excruciating months of going back and forth with it, it kinda just gives up because he tries to do everything precisely by the book rather than reading the signs of the actual living plant in front of him. he admits defeat only personally – he tells everyone else that he gave to plant to helaena. he comes back for something a little easier and goes for a nice dracaena marginata (yes, he did buy it mostly because the name sounds like "dragon" and also because it was spiky and cool). he's definitely able to keep that one alive and it lives in the corner of his chambers and he's secretly very proud of his success with it. also he does not even let criston or aegon so much as look at it lmao

helaena – my girl could buy anything in the whole store and keep it alive 😌😌 she for sure likes the "weirder" plants and has a whole bog garden situation of carnivorous plants aemond is insanely jealous of this but never admits it out loud. she's very drawn to strange-looking cacti and succulents, and also fun little novelty plants like goldfish plants, string of turtles/bananas/hearts/pearls, starfish snake plants, etc. also, whenever she comes in she always buys all of the scraggly discount plants because she feels bad for them and nurses them all back to health. she has not lost a single plant yet regardless of the state it was in when she got it, and she doesn't intend to start any time soon 😌

#please excuse the absolute chaos of whatever these are 😅#charlotte rambles #house of the dragon #hotd #house of the dragon headcanon #hotd headcanon #alicent hightower #alicent hightower headcanon #criston cole #criston cole headcanon #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii targaryen headcanon #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen headcanon #helaena targaryen #helaena targaryen headcanon

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myobsessionsspace · 2 months

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This whole goddamn taekook vs jikook 💿🐎 is so exhausting. Honestly.

Was I a bit saddened when Jeongguk didn't mention Jimin? Yeah. But for the wrong reasons because my brain was hard wired into thinking "taekookers are gonna run a mile with it".

It's fucked up. But more importantly, it's not Jeongguk's fault - it's purely a me/army problem.

The fact that everyone in army has some kind of version of the members that's mostly fabricated, isn't something they can control.

They are most likely aware of all the hate they get online, especially if it gets really bad. That it gets really bad for Jimin a whole lot, from within army even, can't be unknown to them. But it's not on Jeongguk to change himself on the off-chance it's gonna reduce hate. Most likely that wouldn't work either. Tkkers, akgaes and Solos will hate on BTS every chance they get.

BTS are whole people, individuals that think differently and experience things differently. To reduce them down to their interactions with others is insanely harmful, but it has been normalised. From what I've seen, a lot of shippers (both taekookers and jikookers) reduce the maknae line to what they do and with whom. I did it too, when I immediately thought sadly about the letter when it's the first proper sign of life we've gotten from our golden maknae in ages.

So, as much as I'm f.e. looking forward to the travel show, I'd also advise shippers in particular to watch actual uncut ot7 content. ITS, BV, concerts and behind the scenes - there's a decade worth of videos. Yes, everyone believes in hybe having a narrative to push, so I don't expect people to actually do this honestly, but it might decode some of the army-internal brainwashing.

Hi lovely,

First of allllll

I’m here for what you are throwing down!

It’s not a THEM (the members) problem it’s an US problem.

How does it make sense that ‘fans’ be it solos, shippers, whatever, get mad when people we’ve never met talk about a member who they’ve ate, slept, breathed, played and worked with for 10+ years? How does it make sense to be angry over them interacting, touching, mentioning each other because of what the shippers will say? You damn right it’s exhausting😪.

⬆️An example 😓 They literally had phones in their faces from all sides and so many think pieces about their interactions VS ⬇️

I can’t point the finger without three pointing back at me, cos like you said I too have had moments when I’m like ‘those mf’s are gonna have a field day with this…’ as my first thought?! What’s wrong with me??? I get it when real OT7 say shippers & solos (when talking about those that actually are and not the ones they like to label to dismiss valid thoughts) ruin everything, cos as soon as content and good news drops there’s always gotta be some bullshit alongside it, from any subsection 😪

They HAVE to be aware but kudos to them, they keep it moving, they’re so strong to have millions of strangers on multiple platforms speaking on them like they know them, but still have so much love in their hearts to continue engaging because they know the some isn’t the all.

With every drama and battle online it actually deepens my love and awe of these regular guys, with talent hard worked for, still trying hard to show their goodness to their supporters, not throwing in the towel for their peace. They’re everything 😍

I’m glad people like you are making it your mission to not reduce them to their duos, ships and solo fandoms, but still supporting them as TALENTED INDIVIDUALS. I’m trying too💪. I want to be conscious in appreciating them for them, their talents, their individuality AND their bonds, ALL OF THEIR BONDS.

Obviously I bias some bonds more than others, it’s human nature🙈

We definitely need to keep pushing about original content, we need to keep pushing about original sources not just clips and cuts and edits, we definitely need to keep pushing about doing our googles!

We need to not close our eyes to the other interactions, it’s not scary! It helps us appreciate Jikook’s bond more and appreciate them as members, friends & brothers of the others.

Because no matter what people believe those 7 MEN love each other down.

It helps us be able to filter the bullshit when we do come across misinformation and defamation of character. It helps our confidence in knowing we’re stanning and supporting the right ones.

I’m super geeked for the show coming from Jikook too…whenever it comes 😩 Heck we’re starved, so I’ll start small, I’m desperate for a ‘keep warm, don’t catch a cold’ message from Jiminie even though he’s doing his best in keeping in contact, why are we so thirsty 😅

Thank you for writing in and speaking my heart! 😉

💜

#Jimin #Jungkook #BTS #Jikook #Kookmin #Minkook #Anonymous Asks

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renegadessys · 5 months

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sorry i'm going insane. the post i just reblogged is making me fucking crazy. the symbolism. the fact that druvis is the only person seated next to vertin, potentially foreshadowing the events of chapter 4 where she is the catalyst for so much. schneider looking at vertin but not being next to her. sonetto moving to comfort sotheby indicating her slowly developing desire to connect more with the outside world where before she would have sat quietly with vertin the whole time. vertin sitting alone. the spacing between people.

and then fucking!!! schneider sitting with her sister. comforting her. NOT seeking comfort even though her sister is older. one of marian's last acts is to PRAY and instead of praying with her or indicating that she even feels a need to, she comforts her. schneider's whole existence seems to have been built around self reliance - she doesn't feel like she can rely on god like her family does, clearly she doesn't think she can rely on marian even if we don't know whether that's because she doesn't want to let herself or because she doesn't think marian can comfort her or because she doesn't think she NEEDS comfort, she runs a fucking MAFIA!!!! marian doesn't seem to really have the same awareness of what schneider does so her family can't be involved, schneider is doing this on her own, if she can't believe in god she can at least believe in herself, her own ability to take care of herself and her people even if whatever god may exist will not take care of them. she has faith in herself but not in god. what does that say about her? what does it say about her family and her history that she would rather shoulder the pain of what's happening to her alone the entire time than receive comfort from anyone, even her older sister!!!!! how old is she!!!!!! there are references to her being multiple ages but for all of that marian looks like she's maybe 18 or 19, old enough to be considered ready for some things but not old enough to be confident. schneider looks younger than vertin. yeah she DRESSES older but when you run a mafia you kind of fucking have to, when you're tiny and a girl in the fucking 1920s to get any kind of credibility you have to dress grown up. what if she's like fucking 14 or something!!!!! she's playing grown up games and running stuff and getting shot and bleeding to death and DYING in the storm and flirting with vertin. what if she does that to feel grown up. yes i think she genuinely likes her i would never deny that i ship them so hard but!!!! she honestly comes off like she's acting older than she is. they're fucking BABIES. even if you go with the idea that schneider is like 18 that's still insanely young to be doing what she's doing. girl you are a TEENAGER she shouldn't even be at the club she should be at SCHOOL !!!!!! but of course in the 20s as a poor girl getting any kind of productive education is still extraordinarily difficult. how much time has she actually spent doing normal teenager things. even if she's 18 she still runs a fucking mafia, that doesn't happen overnight, she had to WORK to get to that point. and how much does her family even know!!! like i said it seems like marian doesn't know much of anything about what's going on. i've interpreted what happens as forget me not taking her from whatever normal life she had to hold something over schneider. she is normal!!! of course schneider can't rely on her for comfort!!! she's NORMAL!!!! and our girl in red is NOT!!!!!! and she's DYING the WHOLE TIME!!!!! and she still acts like everything is fine right up until her last moments. she is breaking my heart!!!!!!!

sorry i'm insane about her. i'm crazy. she lives in my brain (literally) so i have THOUGHTS on her

#my personal headcanon is yhat schneider is younger than vertin #idc what canon says lol #she looks tiny #that girl is like 4 foot 9 #i don't see her being an adult. like at all #she behaves like shes acting older than she is #like shes taught herself to be older yhan she is #anyway. sorry. im insane #im scared to even put this in the tags #fandom do not eviscerate me i have this girl in my brain she told me the truth i promise #schneider reverse 1999 #im crazy.#sonetto reverse 1999 #im tagging t as her bc i think that note abt her is important #abt her and the outside world

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2022 Batcat has very strong "I can fix him" vibes but I'm gonna be honest here I don't think he deserves her. Not rn at least cause Selina is 100% the most emotionally mature & responsible person in the entire movie with only like. Alfred & Ms. Reál behind her. & Bruce is literally a BRAT, he's insanely sheltered, ignorant and selfish through most of the movie and starts only becoming more aware of, like, everything? towards the end. There is a LOT of work 2 be done there & Selina's already dealing w/ enough shit on her own to be worrying about a grown man in a batsuit.

Also I do think it's interesting how the two main ships 2 come out of this movie (Riddlebat & Batcat) run in completely opposite directions. Selina could "fix" Bruce, but Bruce and Edward could only make each other worse.

Selina might've had her mom til she was 7 (iirc) & her piece of shit dad only dies after she's into her (mid?) 20s, but she DOES have a similar background to Edward's in that they both grew up without a stable, "normal" family, and had a very poor economic situation their whole lives. I do want to know more about her past REAL BAD cause we got the Year One comics for Edward that let us know he'd been bullied his whole life besides also growing up in the orphanage which was just... not ideal to say the least, but we still don't know much (or AS much) about Selina.

From what we see in the movie I think it's pretty obvious that Selina had to "toughen up" from a very young age: she knows how to handle herself, how to protect herself, and tries her best to do the same for those she cares about. The grudge she holds against Falcone is absolutely justified, and so is the fact that she all but jumps onto the one chance she had to kill him.

(Sidenote: I do like how Bruce's reasoning went from "You'll be just like him" (most sheltered statement ever) to "You've paid enough" (makes more sense and ACTUALLY shows some care for her as a person rather than for some broad, flimsy sense of justice.))

But on Edward's side, we have the fact that he never had someone in particular to direct all of his rage and despair to, leading him to hate and berate himself. Once he learned there WAS a reason that caused his life to be so horrible, rather than some divine, nonsensical punishment aimed towards him specifically, his hatred turned outwards into a far more broad direction than Selina's, causing him to all but lose his mind and start planning.

Selina is aware of the corruption in Gotham, but she doesn't have the detailed knowledge that Edward has (due to his job giving him the chance to find out), and still says at one point that she agrees with what Edward is doing (even if nothing is mentioned about the *way* he's doing it), which to me means that she's the kind of person who's just trying to survive and is just not able to fully dedicate herself to making a change and has become disillusioned with the city as a whole, which is evident during the talk she has with Bruce before they go their separate ways.

She HAS things to care about, and this sounds rude because I really don't know how else to put it, but she also has "a life" unlike Edward, who is always alone, chasing a purpose that only destroys him in the end. Him being ND plays a huge part in this; his already lacking social skills are only made worse by his environment, making his chronic loneliness straight up DEADLY.

I feel like I'm talking in circles BUT what I really mean is that I think the difference between Edward and Selina boils down to their ability to form relationships. Edward has been unable to do so his whole life, making him spiral, but Selina IS able to connect with others, and this "saves" her in a way. It gives her concrete goals and, more importantly, reasons to live, while also being the cause of her overall maturity and ability to go through tough times (because they WERE), and still not lose sight of herself.

Bruce and Edward both grew up lonely. Bruce because of his trauma*, and Edward because of his neurodivergency. Selina, on the other hand, shows MUCH better social skills and adjustment than both of them throughout the movie (I do think she had to grow up way too fast to survive, when she shouldn't have had to).

I just realized this post is long as fuuuck and borderline incomprehensible and I don't even know how 2 end it I'm sorry everyone.... I'm just spinning them around inside my head.

Also I just gotta say I think her and Edward could've been really good friends if they met as children, but that's another thing & also just a headcanon. But yeah. Let her catch a break. Basically.

*: I do think there's a strong argument you could make for Bruce being ND as well, but I'm also factoring in his economic status since it would've allowed him to receive help/therapy for improving his social skills while Edward never had that option.

#diary #batman #riddler #selina #<- I don't even know if I have a tag for her I'm sorry my girl....#long post #the batman 2022 #edward nashton #selina kyle #bruce wayne #<- yeah let's put this thing into actual tags. beat me. take my blood.#it kinda feels like I'm connecting dots when there are not but like... listen...#I want it to be that deep....#(walks into the sea)#much to think about

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