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#Literally what the fuck. There are sore losers but being a sore winner is definitely worse

holyprincenerd · 1 year

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yes yes rigged this cha cha that but please let’s not ignore this right now:

https://www.aftonbladet.se/podcasts/ab/episode/355975 Swedish “eurovision expert” Tobbe Ek (for those of you who aren’t Swedish, this is the same guy who accused Måneskin of doing coke on live tv back in 2021) and his posse of minions decided that it was time to spread some absolutely hateful rhetoric against the people of Finland by calling them shitty, idiotic, telling them they should be ashamed of not voting for Sweden (??? literally what???) etc etc, while also dragging in other contestants like Lord of the Lost and insulting them as a means of questioning why the Finnish public voted for them but not for Sweden. (You know. Because it totally doesn’t make any sense at all that a country known for having the most metal bands per capita in the world would vote for Lord of the Lost. Not at all.)

As the cherry on top of this xenophobic shit cake, they started to go on about how “There’s no way there were ten contestants who were better than Sweden this year.” (Again. Not only disrespecting the other contestants, but them pretending not to grasp the concept of a country known for preferring heavier music choosing to vote mostly for bands this year... Yeah... Couldn’t be their preferences...)

Again, this man is considered a Eurovision expert here in Sweden, yet this is the type of behaviour he and his coworkers display over a nonissue like the Finnish public not voting for Sweden this year. If there’s something shameful here, it’s this.

To reiterate: These are three grown-ass well past 40-year old people having a genuine meltdown over one (1) singular country not voting for them.

Why are we giving Tobbe Ek (and his irrelevant coworkers) a platform, again?

EDIT:

Hoo boy, there’s more. Because of course there is.

ALRIGHT here’s an article from one of our tabloids using quite suspiciously colonialistic sounding rhetoric about Finland being “the kingdom’s previous eastern half”.

https://www.expressen.se/noje/finska-sveket-mot-sverige-gav-noll-poang-efter-uppmaningen-rosta-taktiskt/

The specific quote in Swedish: “Tv-tittarna i tidigare östra rikshalvan gav nämligen Sverige noll(!) poäng under Eurovisionfinalen på lördagen.”

Translation: “TV viewers in [our] kingdom’s previous eastern half gave namely zero(!) points to Sweden during the Eurovision finale on Saturday.”

Yeah, Johan Bratell (the writer of the article) is technically not wrong about Finland having been a part of Sweden. But why bring this up now? This was so clearly meant as a condescending insult.

The article also talks about a throwaway comment that the Finnish commentator Mikko Silvennoinen made about tactical voting (or more specifically, an anonymous comment he read out loud about tactical voting). From my understanding this was a joke reference to the previous elections which took place recently in Finland and forced a portion of the Finnish public to vote tactically as an attempt to block a far-right party from getting into the parliament. It’s embarrassing how much these people are reaching.

And even if they were voting tactically, so what? Sweden won. Why are we so focused on the public vote of one (1) country, Jesus Christ this is embarrassing.

EDIT 2: WHY THIS MATTERS. A LOT.

For those of you who are not in the know about Swedish politics, these statements are reflecting some far-right political views that have their roots all the way back in the times when Sweden ruled over Finland. In recent memory, our far-right political party Sverigedemokraterna claimed that the Swedish minority group Tornedalians are not Swedish, because they may speak local dialects that blend Finnish into Swedish, or speak the minority language Meänkieli. Coincidentally, Meänkieli just so happens to be a minority language that blends Finnish and Swedish, as it is mostly spoken by people who live by the Torneå river, i.e. the Finnish-Swedish border. Here’s an article about this controversy (however you may not be able to read it unless you’re subscribed to said newspaper): https://www.dn.se/asikt/orimligt-att-tornedalingar-inte-skulle-vara-svenskar/?fbclid=IwAR33K_UVRhXlJhyPd3gY7GDXN_lotUdrtM1AeL-nRzWE26Tmq5BFE0lIUzw

Sverigedemokraterna also believe that the Swedish minority group of Sweden Finns should essentially cut their ties to their Finnish roots and that they should not be able to be citizens of both Finland and Sweden. https://aip.nu/sverigedemokraterna-och-de-dubbla-medborgarskapen/

This sort of rhetoric is ridiculously common here, and in situations like the ones that have occurred in light of the ESC, they almost never get called out. Because it’s common. Because it’s okay to call Finnish people names and to use colonial rhetoric against all Finns, both those who live in Finland and those who live in Sweden. Because this is “friendly banter.” Mind you, as someone who technically belongs to both of the aforementioned minority groups I’m completely fine with the actually friendly banter and piss taking that we usually partake in, because it is just that. Friendly. But this is not it. This is actually harmful. I have never seen so many Swedish people attacking Finns on social media as I’ve seen these past few days. The usual colonialistic and fennophobic insults have started to rear their ugly heads: People have started to insult the Finnish language (a fennophobic sentiment that goes way back to the days when Finland was under Swedish rule and the Swedish tried to get rid of the language), they have started to insult the way Finns look (goes back to fennophobic rhetoric of Finns essentially not being “white enough”), etcetera. For more information on how the Swedish government treated the Sweden Finns and Tornedalians (the fact that they tried to abolish both the Meänkieli language and the Finnish language from Sweden and have even done skull measurements as an attempt to prove that these minority groups are not equal to Swedes), here’s another article: https://www.svt.se/nyheter/lokalt/norrbotten/regeringen-tillsatter-sanningskommission

For those of you who speak Finnish and are interested in the topic, the book Kansankodin pimeämpi puoli by Tapio Tamminen goes into both issues, with photographic evidence of skull measurement incidents among other things. Meanwhile, the Finnish media is mostly just reporting on the tomfoolery of these “journalists.” Sure, there are a lot of Finns who are acting out as well and spreading hateful rhetoric against Swedes, but the difference here is that one group is punching up, while the other is punching down.

Whether Tobbe Ek, Jenny Ågren, Markus Larsson and Johan Bratell meant to cause this does not matter. They’ve still done it, in the case of the former group, they’ve even dragged other Europeans (and Australians!) into this mess.

They’ve gone ahead and spread fennophobic rhetoric on huge platforms: Sweden’s biggest national tabloids. They should be held accountable for this.

To reiterate: ALL THIS OVER THE FINNISH PUBLIC “NOT VOTING FOR SWEDEN” DURING THE EUROVISION SONG CONTEST OF 2023.

Edit 3: Just in case we need a bit of clarification:

I know this whole post may come across quite negatively. So let me make this clear: There is an issue with the Swedish culture and its normalisation of fennophobia, however, that doesn’t mean every Swede is maliciously fennophobic. It’s literally just so normalised here, that sometimes people don’t even notice when they’re partaking in it, and because of said normalisation, for many these fennophobic and colonialist insults have become a sort of knee jerk reaction to when there’s “actual beef” with Finland. (Which, obviously, is a fucking problem, because look who has to bear the brunt of that.)

Moreover, many Swedes aren’t even familiar with their shared history with Finland, and the discrimination Finland was put through during the Swedish rule (not to mention the discrimination the Sweden Finns and Tornedalians have had to face and still face). That part of our shared history simply isn’t taught in schools here, so a regular person would have to know to go out and look for the information. Heck, the only reason I’m aware of this is because at the end of the day, despite having been born and raised in Sweden, I am ethnically Finnish, and grew up by the border with very strong ties to the Finnish culture because of it. But less about me, and more about this issue. Most Swedes (and Swedish journalists who have any sort of sense in them and who work for respectable publications) have expressed their dissatisfaction with this years results as well. There’s a reason Cha Cha Cha is charting so well on Swedish Spotify. There’s a reason for why the Swedish jury and the public gave Finland 12 points.

So, Tl;dr:

1. Swedish tabloids are trash.

2. We have an undeniable problem with how normalised fennophobia is here, and it’s absolutely bizarre that this is how it’s getting exposed.

3. Most regular Swedes aren’t happy with this either, and are in fact not Finland’s and the Finnish people’s greatest haters in the world.

4. Tobbe Ek should get fired. At the bare minimun, he and his coworkers should probably issue some sort of apology for spreading this, seeing how it is actually hurting a lot of people.

Anyway, please don’t hate on the Swedes because of this lol, think about what Jere from Vantaa would think about that. 💚

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himbo-loving-himbo · 3 years

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Denki x alt! male reader

[REQUESTED]

Denki wasn’t the most secretive about his crush on 1A’s resident alt kid.

Fortunately for him, however, Y/N was extremely oblivious. I mean, seriously, with the amount of flirting Denki was doing even Azaiwa knew about it, and he could care less about his students’ love lives.

Y/N walked into class, decked out in his usual attire. Nobody in class was sure that they’d ever even seen him without layers of eyeliner, piercings, and jewelry all over him. Over by Kirishima’s desk, Denki practically swooned.

“Dude, you’re literally drooling on my desk,” Kirishima had a concerned yet slightly aggravated look on his face.

“Yeah, Denki, it’s starting to get annoying. Just watching you pine all day,” Mina chimed in, “He’s basically all you ever talk about.”

The blonde boy opened his mouth to retort when he noticed Y/N had turned back to look at him. The h/c boy smiled brightly at him and all Kaminari could do was just wave back with a dopey grin on his face.

In all honesty, when he first saw Y/N, Denki wouldn’t have thought it possible for him to smile like that. The way he dressed was a little intimidating at first, but once you got to know him, Y/N was actually a very warm person.

Mina sighed before turning to Kiri, having an idea. She whispered something in the redhead’s ear before turning back to Denki.

“Listen, bud, Kiri and I would bet you ten bucks each that you can’t confess tonight.” Ten bucks was a small price to pay to get their friend to stop whining to them about how soft Y/N’s hair looked all the time.

Denki looked hesitant at first before replying.

“Make it twenty and I’m in.”

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Denki had been putting it off all day. At first, he was planning on telling him at lunch, but he chickened out when he noticed Y/N was wearing headphones. He didn’t want to disturb him after all.

Then he decided that right after classes ended would be smart. But when he noticed his crush was talking to his friend Shinso from class 1-C. There was no way he was going to embarrass himself like that in front of another human being. Especially not one of Y/N’s best friends.

Later that night, he sat in his dorm playing Mario Kart with Mina and Kirishima. Denki was about to win when Mina hit him with a red shell, rushing past him.

“BOOYAH, BABY!” she yelled, nearly knocking over her drink in her excitement. Denki grumbled and Kirishima just sat on the back of the couch eating popcorn peacefully.

“You don’t have to be such a sore winner…”

“Says the loser!”

“Guys, we’re forgetting the important thing here…” interrupted Kiri, turning to Denki, “have you asked out Y/N yet?”

The electric boy froze in place.

“Okay, I’ll take that as a ‘no’,” Mina said, “remember, if you don’t do it you’ll owe us a total of fort dollars!”

Kaminari groaned.

“Why did I agree to this, again?”

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It took Kaminari about 20 minutes to knock once he reached Y/N’s dorm.

“Who is it?” came a groggy voice.

Denki’s mouth dried up, and he contemplated running away but it was too late, the door was already opening up.

“Oh, hey Denki!”

There he stood, in a pair of flannel pajama pants and an old, baggy sweatshirt. Y/N wasn’t wearing any eyeliner and all of his piercing had been taken out minus his septum, which he had only gotten done recently. Denki had to blink a few times at the sight. He was pretty sure no one had ever seen the other boy like this before, except maybe for the exception of family.

“I, uh, I hope I didn’t wake you up,” the blonde stuttered out.

“Oh, no worries! I was just watching a show when you knocked.”

Sure enough, his laptop was on the bed with an episode of (favorite show) pulled up on pause. Seeing Denki’s worried face he reassured him.

“I’ve already seen this one so you didn’t interrupt anything!”

He gestured for Kaminari to come in.

Y/N’s room was atmospheric. Band posters were pasted crookedly to the walls, strings of lights dimly lighting the room. Denki noticed some band tickets and pictures of your friends from middle school hanging on the walls. A few potted plants were scattered here and there, all well taken care of, it looked like. Denki took a seat on a bean bag chair next to Y/N, who was sat on the carpet next to him.

“What was it that you wanted to talk about?”

Denki choked up.

“Well, uh, uhm…” he tried to find the right words to say. “You see, I kind of, uh… oh fuck.”

Y/N stared back at him, confused but not aggravated by his stumbling in any way.

Denki looked back up at the boy’s e/c eyes. Seeing them so clearly, without any eyeliner or makeup hiding his face. He could see every line, every crevice, every dot on his face. It was perfect. He managed to summon up the last of his courage and blurt it out.

“I REALLY REALLY LIKE YOU! LIKE, NOT IN A FRIEND WAY, IN A ‘I WANNA MAKE OUT WITH YOU REAL BAD’ WAY!” His face was burning red at this point. Y/N just stared back blankly for a second.

“Wait… really?” Denki looked astonished.

“Wha… are you kidding me? I thought I was totally obvious about it! I mean, literally everyone in class noticed but you didn’t??? I flirted with you so much I was starting to run out of pick up lines!”

“Yo, those were supposed to be pick up lines? Like, no offense dude but they sucked,” Y/N chuckled.

“Hey, they did no-” Denki cut himself off, “Listen, do you like me too or not?”

Y/N looked puzzled for a second.

“OH, wait I thought it was obvious? I mean, I like you too. Practically the entire classroom could tell.”

“Wait… WHAT?” Denki was definitely going to yell at Kirishima and Mina about this later. At least he got forty bucks out of ‘em.

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Denki had ended up falling asleep in Y/N’s dorm that night while playing some video games together. When Kiri and Mina noticed the two boys walking into class the next morning hand-in-hand, with Denki wearing some of Y/N’s eyeliner (They knew Y/N had done it too, because it was way too good for Denki to have done it), they were relieved and, of course, happy for their friend but maybe not so happy about the idea of losing twenty dollars each. At least they wouldn’t have to listen to their friend’s incessant pining anymore.

“Guys! My boyfriend is so cool…”

Kiri and Mina just slumped back down in their chairs, tuning out Denki gushing about his crush boyfriend.

#denki kaminari x male reader #denki x male reader #kaminari x male reader #kaminari denki x male reader #bnha x male reader #mha x male reader #male reader #denki x reader #denki x you #one shot

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mrs-march-ahs · 3 years

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Hi! I have a request~ The Evans reactions to losing in any sort of game. Can be board games or video games 😅

The Evans Losing At Games

Headcannons for all, imagines for some!

Cute idea, thank you! I didn’t write much for Jimmy, I’m sorry Jimmy I love you<3

Enjoy:)

Tate

-Clearly a teenage boy who lets emotions build up a lot -Definitely cheats if he’s had enough -If he keeps losing in the same part of the video game and rage quits, it takes him forever to get back into the game - “Ohhhh… I forgot that’s where I let off… fuck it” (quits) -Much better and calmer at playing cards, and generally prefers games were the two of you can talk and he doesn’t have to focus too much

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You laid on your bed, scrolling aimlessly through social media, and occasionally glancing at Tate playing a video game he hasn’t played in a while. When you started talking about games, and you told him you had it, he nostalgically reminisced how much he used to play it when he was alive, so you set it up for him. Every few minutes, when a red screen would pop up, Tate would sigh, and with every passing death, his sighs got louder and angrier.

After only maybe half an hour of playing, Tate clearly couldn’t take it anymore, and threw the control towards the floor, before stomping over to shut the console and TV off. The sound made you flinch, and you had never seen Tate angry before. Nor his body language nor face showed his emotions, just his actions, and when he flopped by your side, he looked fine. If somebody had come in right now, they would just see two teenagers laying next to each other.

“Uhhh… you okay?”, you ask, before rolling over to face him. You poke at his chubby cheek as he stares up at the ceiling and tease him. “Sore loser”.

“Shut up, it’s your fault. You reminded me why I wasn’t allowed to play this game for very long”.

“Wanna play something else? Together? We could play Dragon Ball Z?”, you ask quietly, before going back to your childish sing-song teasing. “Be nice, and I’ll even let you win a few times!”

Tate looks over at you and huffs, before sitting up and getting the controllers, “Good thing you’re used to begging me for mercy”

Kit

-Least sore loser out of them all -Always up for a rematch -He’s pleasant even when he does win - “Want a rematch sugar? So you can have another shot at beating me?” - “Ah you were close, you’re getting good” - “You’re a good rival” - “If I lose, you can drag me to that Rom Com you wanted to see” - “If I win, we make more babies” -Pretends to be competitive when he’s playing with the kids - “I would say Team Girls vs Team Boys… but that’s not fair, the two of you don’t even stand a chance, right Tommy?” -If one of the kids beat him, he’d act super dramatically to give them as much satisfaction of winning -Laser tag is 34 years before Kit’s time, but if he played something like that, he’d try to let the kids win

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You ran around the garden and chased a giggling Julia. Because of current financial issues, the power was out, but not wanting to worry the children to much, and not wanting them to ask too many questions, you and Kit decided to make the most of the sun and tire them out before it got dark. Kit, being the big kid he is, suggested playing a tag-like game Thomas invented, where you each get three pebbles each, and try to get each other out by throwing them. Gently. Unless you were throwing them at Kit.

Julia started slowing down when she reached the corner of the house, hoping to hide from you, but you were right behind her, making her turn around and burst out in giggles. When the 5-year-old laughed, the only thing you could see was the missing tooth she donated to the tooth fairy last night. Once you circled all around the house, you come back in view of the garden, and see Julia hiding behind Kit.

“That’s cheating!”, he exclaims, trying to run away from her and toss a pebble in her direction, only for her to do it faster. The second Julia’s tiny rock hits Kit’s tummy and bounced, he put his hands over his stomach and held it like a gun wound. He dropped to the floor dramatically, leaving the two little kids to die of laughter, and you walk over to him, Kit peeping open one eye slightly to see if you were watching him, and then stuck his tongue out to play dead. You picked up a stick from the floor and poked at his chest, making Kit chuckle but quickly hide it.

“Is it dead?”, you ask.

Thomas leans in closer to look at his dad on the floor, before Kit opens his eyes and pulls Tommy to the floor with him, rolling over to be on top of him.

“I win!”, Kit announces, before kissing his son on the cheek.

Franken Kyle

-He doesn’t particularly play complicated games, but he isn’t too patient and gets frustrated with himself pretty easily -If on one of his educational games, he messes something up too many times in a row, he’ll shut off the game and throw the tablet on the bed -He’ll avoid even looking at it -If he loses a tickle fight he’ll sit and whine, straddle you and then tickle you until you beg him to stop -Whines even if he loses at rock paper scissors -He likes colouring and drawing, and because it’s good for his motor skills, the two of you made a really simple game together -You drew out a long snake shape on a big piece of paper and drew lines in between for the spaces -Kyle carefully coloured them in with pencil and with a marker you wrote occasional things like ‘Go back two spaces’ or ‘Go forward three spaces’ -Sweet little Ky would roll the dice, and take his time, pushing his little figurine, which was something like a pencil sharpener or a bottle cap, and counted out the spaces -Got super excited if he won, but wouldn’t mind losing -He would insist the two of you keep playing, and you’re only allowed to stop and go to bed if you end on him winning -Sometimes he would try to let you win so that you could keep playing -Whine and pout if you had to stop playing, and how are you meant to say no to him? -You would have to promise you’ll play tomorrow -You’d be able to slowly make more and more complicated games, until eventually he’d be able to play things like checkers or Ludo

Jimmy

-Lowkey a sore loser -If there were loads of different people playing, he would be a lot more friendly -If he lost, he would still be super annoyed, but just wouldn’t show it -But if it was the two of you, he’d be super competitive -The type of person to flip the board game if he was losing -But he’d apologise straight away and pout if you didn’t want to play with him again - “C’mon let’s play again, I’ll be nice this time” - “Loser gets spanked” -Loves playing games like beer pong

James

-Unpleasant loser but also not a pleasant winner -Bitter compliments if you win at cards - “Well done darling, who would have thought with your high school education you were such a poker master” -Only willing to play the same 5 card games, because if you teach him a new board game he is not familiar with and he loses, he’ll claim it’s only because he’s new to the game -Absolutely infuriated if he loses at Monopoly, since he built a hotel after all -Don’t even bother trying to teach him how to play a video game -And of course - “Only amateurs keep score”

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“What are you doing, dear?”, James said, fascinated at your little character wandering around a shop, on the screen in front of both of you.

“I’m trying to buy this plant, but I don’t have enough money, I want to see if I can sell anything I have”, you explain, pointing at your backpack filled with items that you can exchange for spare coins.

“Nonsense, darling, why don’t you simply stab the storekeeper and steal what you desire?”

“Because this is Animal Crossing, James, there isn’t a stab button”

Kai

-Kai likes playing video games or board games with literally anybody apart from you -He likes playing with Ozzy because he’s a kid so most of the time Kai can beat him easily -Definitely not the type of person to let the kid win, even if Ozzy is sobbing and Ally asks him to let Ozzy win once in a while - “Winning fairly will feel so much better for him” - “He won’t appreciate success if he doesn’t first taste failure” -Sometimes instead of story time with his troops he’ll play some board games -At first, everybody will keep letting Kai win out of fear -But eventually someone will win, and everybody else will be fearful for them, scared Kai will be angry - “Finally somebody capable, somebody strong, not scared to show their true capabilities” -But if you ask him to play a game with you, he probably won’t -If you eventually beg enough that he will agree to play a game with you, he’ll tell you he’s only playing one -If you win, he’ll be like, “Okay, are you happy now?” - “Finally it’s over” - “I let you win, are you happy?” -But if he wins, he’ll try to get you to play a few more games - “Are you giving up already?” - “Don’t be a sore loser, rise up to the challenge” - “I assumed you wanted to win, not just to play”

- (Kai loses) “See… you have to give a humiliated man a chance to redeem himself in his own ey-”

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mellometal · 3 years

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Is it time to tear ANOTHER Dhar Mann video to shreds? YOU BET.

I've been sitting on this one for a bit because I wanted to make sure I talk about this tactfully. The subject of parents abandoning their disabled children is a very touchy one.

Parents abandoning their disabled children simply for being disabled is way too common. Like, I understand that not everyone has the resources to care for a disabled child (which is why you reach out for help, and why people like me, who work with disabled people, exist), but it doesn't mean you just walk out of their life. There are exceptions, like if you truly didn't want children or something like that, but just flat-out walking out of your kid's life BECAUSE they're disabled is fucked up.

I know someone personally whose biological mother abandoned her when she was born. Why? Because she's disabled. Physically, and mentally, to a point. I work with this woman on a daily basis. I don't really know WHY exactly her biological mother abandoned her, but I do know that her being disabled was part of it. It's sad. It doesn't affect her, thankfully. I'm happy that she's got her biological dad, her brother, and another maternal figure in her life, at least.

ANYWAYS. Before we get to the topic at hand, I need to put an obligatory trigger warning, like I do with EVERY Dhar Mann post:

This post will be talking about parents abandoning their disabled children simply for being disabled, treating disabilities like they're tragedies (in this case, we're talking about autism...again), divorce, and some SPICY ableist bullshit from an allistic (nonautistic) PIECE OF SHIT.

If any of this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable in any way, you don't have to read this post. This isn't worth putting yourself in a bad state mentally. I would never ask for any of you to put yourselves in that position all for a post. Put your mental health and well-being first. Consume media that sparks joy for you.

As far as my response goes, it's definitely more calm than normal. Funny....since this video is about autism spectrum disorder again. (Third time's the charm, huh, Dhar Mann? NOT.)

LET'S FUCKING GET IT.

The video starts off with these two parents (Gwen and Allen) in a psychologist's office. The psychologist tells the parents that their son (Chance) is autistic, and she tries to explain what autism is to the parents, but Allen cuts her off. Why? Because he teaches at a prestigious university, so he AUTOMATICALLY knows what autism is from that fact alone.

Um, excuse me? Just because you're a teacher at a prestigious university, it doesn't mean you're an expert in everything. It doesn't make you an expert in ASD or anything like that. Unless you SPECIALIZE in that area. Even then, shut the fuck up. The people who know about being autistic are AUTISTIC PEOPLE THEMSELVES! SHOCKER.

Hey, Dhar Mann! QUIT WITH THE VIDEOS ABOUT AUTISTIC LITTLE WHITE BOYS AND YOUNG WHITE AUTISTIC CISHET MEN! I'M SICK AND TIRED OF IT. It's annoying, ignorant, and it feels like you're doing this on purpose at this point to piss people off. If you're so uninformed about autism in women and girls, FUCKING ASK AUTISTIC WOMEN AND GIRLS! DO BETTER RESEARCH THAT DOESN'T INVOLVE AUTISM SPEAKS. The Autism Self Advocacy Network (ASAN) and the Autistic Women and Nonbinary People Network (AWN) are great organizations to go to for any kind of research on ASD in women and girls. STOP GOING OFF OF THE BRAINS OF AUTISTIC WHITE BOYS AND AUTISTIC WHITE MEN.

I don't feel I need to go too deep into the fact that autistic women, autistic girls, autistic nonbinary people, autistic BIPOC, autistic AAPI, autistic LGBT people, autistic teenagers, and autistic adults exist. Y'all already know.

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Gwen asks the psychologist if that means Chance isn't healthy. (I understand not knowing about autism, but don't treat it like it's a terminal illness. Please.) The psychologist tells her that Chance is fine, but he just learns differently and might need more support compared to his peers.

Yeah, autism can affect how you learn about certain things (limited and repetitive patterns), but there are other disabilities that can affect learning as well. Like how dyslexia can affect your ability to read, dyspraxia can affect your ability to do math, and Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD) can affect your ability to focus or on impulse control. Autism affects how your brain is developed, it affects you socially, behaviorally, and how you communicate.

Allen is upset, says that he can't have a son "with a learning disability" (ASD is a neurological disability, not necessarily a learning disability), and treats Chance like he's stupid for being autistic. Gwen tells her husband that autism doesn't make you any less intelligent, WHICH IS SO FUCKING TRUE. ABSOLUTE FACTS. I was totally with her until she began that little monologue with "Just because a person HAS autism". SAY "JUST BECAUSE A PERSON'S AUTISTIC" INSTEAD! IT'S NOT HARD. PERSON FIRST LANGUAGE ISN'T WHAT EVERY DISABLED PERSON PREFERS. Allen says that "they could have another kid" and "put Chance up for adoption". Gwen obviously wasn't down with that. Allen gives his wife an ultimatum that it's either HIM or their son Chance. Gwen says that she can't choose between the two, but she will stand by her autistic son. Allen gets up and leaves the office, saying he wants a divorce.

Years pass by, Gwen is single and taking care of her autistic son Chance, and Allen has a new life with a ✨perfect son✨ (Samuel). He never mentions the son HE abandoned (Chance). He's completely forgotten about Gwen and Chance. (YOU OWE SO MUCH CHILD SUPPORT, ALLEN.)

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Hey, Allen, how much do you wanna bet that your ✨perfect son✨ Samuel is autistic too?

There's the SATs, they're announcing a winner, and guess who it is? IT'S OBVIOUSLY CHANCE, OF COURSE. He's got the highest score in the country, with Samuel in second place. Allen is PISSED.

Chance gives a speech about how his mom really helped him, he struggled with autism, how Allen LITERALLY ABANDONED HIM, and THE CROWD GOES FUCKING WILD. Samuel, instead of being a sore loser, APPLAUDS FOR CHANCE. Stay humble, Sam.

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My thoughts on the video? If you cannot tell by my tone throughout this post, IT WAS DOG SHIT. This video was insensitive to the true reality of parents abandoning their disabled children just because they're disabled. What do I expect from Dhar Mann at this point?

Here's my response to his video below. Don't worry, I will fully type out my response soon for anyone who cannot read the screenshots easily. It's a lot easier for me to do that on the desktop site than it is for me to do it on my phone.

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For anyone who can’t read my response, I’m typing it out for you. Like I said, it’s easier for me to type it out on the desktop site than it is for me to type it out on my phone. It’s a real royal pain in the ass. But because I’m trying to make my posts easier to read for people, I’m doing this anyway. /lighthearted

First, second, and third screenshots (broken up into paragraphs):

Hey, listen, I appreciate the message you’re trying to go for, but can you please stop putting autistic people into a box? Can you stop treating being autistic like it’s a tragedy? Not every single autistic person is a little white boy in elementary school who’s considered “wild and unruly” or “super quiet and makes no friends”, nor are they a young white cishet man who’s a super genius or is how Chris Chan was before she came out as trans. (For anyone who doesn’t know about Chris Chan, there are many documentaries people have made on YouTube, and I highly recommend Geno Samuel’s docuseries, if you’re really interested in learning about Chris Chan.)

Autistic women, girls, nonbinary people, BIPOC, APPI, LGBT people, teenagers, and adults all exist too.

It’s very apparent now that you get your resources from Autism $peaks, a hate group that spends the vast majority of their money on funding eugenics instead of helping autistic people like they claim, claims that only little white boys and young white cishet men are autistic and ignores all other autistic people who don’t fit that description, have no autistic people on their leader board or on any board for that matter, have members who have actually fantasized about k1lling their autistic children, treat autism like it’s a tragedy or a disease someone can catch (completely false), act like autism should be cured (there is no cure, and ABA therapy is a total shit show in itself), and treats autistic people like they’re broken and need to be fixed. Also, not every autistic person is a Super Genius(tm). That’s so demeaning to autistic people who aren’t seen as intelligent in any way. I’m autistic and seen as smart; however, there are subjects I’m stronger in than others.

If you can’t handle the possibility of having autistic children, or just disabled children in general, DON’T HAVE CHILDREN. If you can’t handle working with or alongside disabled people, including autistic people, maybe find a different profession. Even if you do that, you’ll never get away from disabled people. Disabled people aren’t a disease. We’re human beings just like neurotypical and able-bodied people.

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I would highly suggest getting resources from reputable organizations for ASD, such as the Autism Self Advocacy Network (ASAN) and the Autistic Women and Nonbinary People Network (AWN). Talk to any autistic person who isn’t a little white boy or a young white cishet man.

Instead of using the puzzle piece, which is a symbol that many autistic people, myself included, are offended by (because of Autism $peaks and other organizations before them using it, plus it symbolizes that only autistic children exist and that we’re “missing a piece” like we’re broken), use the rainbow infinity sign (for all neurodivergent people) or the red and gold infinity sign (just for autistic people). Instead of “lighting it up blue”, light it up red or gold. Do both if you want.

I’m actually really sick and tired of seeing just autistic little white boys and young autistic white cishet men being represented in the media, and y’all manage to fuck that up too.

Before anyone mentions Sia’s movie “Music”, that’s also very poor representation of autistic girls. Besides, the actress who played the autistic girl isn’t even autistic. She MOCKED autistic people. I know she’s a kid, but that’s still super fucked up. I hope she’s able to turn that around.

If anyone would like to discuss this topic with me or ask any questions, feel free to. I’ll answer as best as I can. Thank you and have a good night.

Before I get attacked for mentioning Chris Chan in my response, I bring up Chris Chan because allistic people think that every autistic person is like her (especially before she came out as trans). That person is part of why I wasn't open about being autistic or talking about my diagnosis until this year. I didn't want to be grouped up with Chris Chan because I do have very similar interests to her, I've been seen as cringey for having said interests, and just the way Chris treated autistic people who were formerly diagnosed with A$p3rg3r$ $yndr0m3 (like I was) really made me feel even more alienated.

Also, S1a supports A$ (Autism $p3aks). She's not a very good person to support. Some of her music is good, but her as a person....no. Her movie "Music" was gross, from what I've read about it and seen pictures of.

If you've read this far, thank you so much!

#mello speaks #dhar mann #dhar mann talk #dhar mann will live to regret his decision to make these fucked up cringe videos #dhar mann will live to regret his decision uwu #dhar mann is a piece of human garbage #please stop supporting dhar mann #autism isn't a tragedy #we need better representation for autistic people who aren't little white boys or young white cishet men #dhar mann is a cringe ass nae nae baby #tw abandonment #tw ableism #cw sia mention #cw chris chan mention #tw dhar mann

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surveys4ever · 3 years

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25.

Section 1 – Who were you?

Think back as far as you can. What is the first memory you have? I think meeting my (now) dad for the first time when he and my mom were dating. I was very upset because he was short and that’s not what dads were supposed to look like in my 3 year old eyes since my bio dad was super tall.

What is something you remember enjoying very much as a small child? Playing Barbies, watching Barney, Happy Meals, being with my grandma.

How old were you, when you made your very first friend? Probably preschool.

Are you still friends with this person today? Facebook friends, yeah. Real friends, no.

Was there a story somebody read or told you that has stuck with you? No one ever read to me after I learned to read for myself so one day I was sick and I came home and curled up with my mom on the couch and asked her to read me a Little Mermaid book I had and she did, even though I had to get up to go shit myself halfway through and it meant a lot to me at the time.

What is something you get an immense feeling of nostalgia from? Hannah Montana for some reason. It was my favorite show and we didn’t get the Disney channel so whenever we went to a hotel, nobody could tell me fuckin NOTHING because we were watching Hannah Montana whether they liked it or not.

As a child, were you a sore loser or a sore winner? I was the only child for 8 years and then the oldest after that so I never lost at anything and now when I do, I feel like I'm the biggest piece of shit loser there’s ever been. So that’s fun.

Did you go through the "naked phase"? I learned that you didn’t have to sleep in pajamas and you could just sleep naked so I did it for a while but then realized that I much preferred pajamas.

Which television shows do you watch the most as a child? I loved TV so basically all of the 90′s/early 2000′s shows there were.

Did you play with siblings, neighbourhood kids or by yourself? Either with neighborhood/school kids or by myself. I didn’t ever really have siblings who weren’t my kids, if that makes sense.

Is there something you really miss from your childhood today? I miss back when everything was simple.

Section 2 – Likes and interests

Would you ever like to try competitive pinball playing? Ummm, no.

Do you knit, crochet or cross stitch? I’m trying to teach myself to crochet.

Have you ever, or would you like to attend a gaming or comic convention? No thx.

What's your opinion on online multiplayer games? I really liked Among Us for a while there but I don’t really enjoy how rude everyone is on online games.

Do you like to go cycling? If so, where? Uh no.

Have you ever tried woodturning? If not, would you like to? Never tried it, don’t really have any desire to, but it can be relaxing to watch!

Do you enjoy drawing? If so, what do you usually draw? I do! I usually draw graphics for YouTube videos or doodle over Instagram photos, draw things to put on shirts with my Cricut, etc. I use my iPad for so many things.

Have you ever attended a painting class? If so, what did you create? I haven’t but I would like to!

How about a creative writing course? If so, did you get any feedback? I took Creative Writing literally every year it was offered in high school and I always got awards for having the top marks in the class.

What is your favourite form of exercise? No thank you.

Section 3 – People

Who is the most important person in your life (besides yourself)? My husband.

Do people generally approach you easily? I think so!

Do you get along with people well? If not, what's the problem? Yeah! I’m pretty friendly and easy going.

Do you enjoy being in crowds or do you prefer your own company? I would much prefer my own company than crowds.

Which one of your friends have you known the longest? I still talk to the girl I was best friends with in the 6th grade on occasion so like 17-18 years?

Do you find it easy to make friends now? If not, what makes it difficult? As an adult who works from home, making friends is hard as fuck.

What is something about people that annoys you? Something I've noticed in recent years is just how entitled and greedy everyone is. Everybody wants something from you or for your skills to benefit them without them putting in any work or paying you for your time. It’s just gross.

What is something about people that you really like? We have really, really harsh winters and if you ever find yourself in the ditch for whatever reason, there will be a lineup of cars stopped behind you to help you push it out or let you chill in their car while you wait for a tow truck. On the really bad blizzard days, there are groups of men in big trucks that literally L I V E to go around and help pull people’s cars out of the ditch. It’s the only time I feel like there’s actually a sense of community around here.

If you live alone, what would be your criteria for a roommate? I honestly would never have a roommate because they could either be your friend or a stranger and living with friends is a good way to ruin a friendship if your living styles aren’t similar and living with a stranger just sounds like a nightmare.

How about criteria for a spouse, if you're single? I am married but my criteria was honestly that I just wanted him to be kind and funny and I got that tenfold with my husband.

In general, what's your attitude towards people? I can’t stand to be around grumpy people. If all you do is gripe and complain about literally everything, I’m out. No thank you. Why is your hobby being angry? Take up knitting or something for christ’s sake.

Section 4 – Habits

What is something you do every day without fail? Baby talk the dog and snuggle with Beebs.

What is your typical breakfast? I’m a leftovers for breakfast kinda gal but lately I’ve been having a bagel and watermelon.

Which article of clothing do you like to wear the most? I loooove me a good baggy T-shirt and booty shorts.

Is there a TV show you watch habitually? We’re currently watching Unhhhh while we eat dinner every night, haha!

Where do you usually spend most of your day? I really only sit in 4 places--bed, the couch, my makeup/work desk, or my sewing desk. Depends on the day which one I’m at.

Is there a product that you do not want to run out of? Moisturizer. I’m a dry son of a bitch.

What is your preferred mode of transport? Car!

Do you usually have something playing in the background when you're home? Nah. I’m in silence a lot of the time.

Where do you usually get your groceries? Walmart for the bulk of it, a local grocery store for the specialty items, and Target if we ever run out of something midweek because I cannot handle Walmart more than once a week.

How often do you go to your local park? Like once or twice a month in the summer!

Which of your hobbies do you indulge in most often? Sewing and Sims currently!

Section 5 – Favourites and dislikes

What is your favourite fruit? Watermelon!

How about your favourite berry? Strawberries are the only berry I like.

Which food do you highly dislike? Fish. It’s all disgusting.

What is your favourite song, and why? I hate this question. Who can pick one definitive favorite song out of the bajillions of songs that have been written??

What is a movie you cannot stand? Anything with Seth Rogen in it, any movie that's got a 3+ after it (looking @ you, Fast & Furious), and all the fuckin’ superhero movies that have the same ‘ah yes, this undefeatable bad guy that we have absolutely no chance against and will undoubtedly kill us all--but we’re going to pull through at the last second with the power of friendship!’ plot line.

Which trait in a person do you find most appealing? I don’t know how to describe it--certain people just have that spark and you can always tell right away if they’ve got it or not and those are my favorite kind of people.

Which trait puts you instantly off? If they’re religious it’s an instant no from me, dog.

Who is an actor/actress who you dislike so much you can't watch them? I really, really dislike Tom Holland. I honestly think he’s a terrible actor.

What colour are your favourite shoes? White!

What is a smell that disgusts you to no end? B.O., on me or others. I just can’t deal with it.

Which door handle/door knob do you like the most in your home? They’re all the same.

Section 6 – Culture

What is something very typical to the culture of your home country? Apple pie and baseball are the only things coming to mind atm.

Do you enjoy art? If so, which form of art is the most enjoyable? I do! But I prefer art that you can look at and know the artist is incredibly gifted and/or has put in a ton of time and effort to master their skills. None of that million dollar paint smear on a canvas shit.

What is something about another country's culture you don't understand? I feel like other cultures take their family and their family’s approval way too seriously. That might be rich coming from someone who doesn’t have a very good relationship with their family but I just don’t understand what the point of making yourself miserable to make your family happy is.

Do you ever attend the theater? If so, which play did you see last? Last thing I saw in a theater was Shangela perform a drag show, haha!

How about the opera or the ballet? Nope.

Which dance troupe do you enjoy, if any? ...they still do that?

Do you attend concerts or gigs? If so, which band did you see last? Not as much as I’d like to as no one good really comes here very often. Last band we saw was X Ambassadors and Paramore!

Are you interested in foreign food? I’m not uninterested but I’m not super interested either.

If so, which country's cuisine do you enjoy the most? Chinese...albiet probably a very Americanized version of Chinese.

Do you enjoy stand-up comedy? If so, who is your favourite comic? I doooo! Bo Burnham and Drew Lynch are my favorites.

Do you contribute to culture in some way? If so, how? I try to? I’m an influencer so I definitely have a platform of a couple hundred thousand people. Not sure what exactly I contribute tho.

Section 7 – Charity

Do you volunteer your time to anything charitable? If so, what? Newp.

Do you donate money to any charities? If so, which ones? No. I don’t trust a lot of charities, to be quite honest. A lot of them are very shady and I’d rather donate money directly to someone who needed it rather than it getting tied up in a charity where it might never actually see the people they claim to be helping.

If you have pets, are any of them rescues from shelters? We adopted our dog from one of my husband’s coworkers but she probably would have gone to the shelter if we didn’t take her.

Do you donate your old clothes, linen etc. to charitable organizations? Yes! We almost always have a bag of donations in our trunk that we always forget to take to the thrift store when we go.

If someone you know is in need, is it in your nature to offer help? If I can, yes!

Have you ever donated Christmas presents to children of poor families? We used to do that when I was a kid.

Have you ever had to rely on other people's charity? One Christmas when I was really young I remember my parents signed up for a sponsorship through the Salvation Army where a family adopted us and bought us Christmas presents and Christmas dinner or whatever.

How do you feel about donating to charities endorsed by celebrities? I would never donate to a charity simply because it was sponsored by a celebrity but I guess its the easiest way for a charity to get the word out that they need donations.

Is there a charity you absolutely never ever will not trust? PETA, Salvation Army, Goodwill, and that breast cancer one with the horrible CEO.

Have you ever donated to a cause that had a person going door to door? No. I extra wouldn’t if someone came knocking on my door asking for money.

In general, what is your opinion on charity? I already did my rant about them, haha.

Section 8 – Entertainment

Which was the very first video game you remember playing? Ocarina of Time I believe!

Which was the very first film you remember watching? That I don’t remember. Maybe that Barney movie with the magic egg?

What is your go-to form of entertainment? TikTok usually.

Do you have a large collection of DVDs/Blu-Rays? Nah. We have a drawer but we usually stream everything.

How about music albums? Beebs collects vinyls!

Do you prefer to have your music on vinyls, tapes, CDs or digital? I prefer digital and Beebs likes vinyl.

When and where do you like to entertain yourself usually? Either the bed or the couch.

Do you ever binge watch shows? If so, what are you binging now? Usually! I’m sadly in between shows rn.

What kinds of books do you like to read, if any? I honestly don’t read anymore.

Is there a book series you're currently collecting? ..

Is entertainment something you prefer to enjoy alone or with someone else? I have my shows and then we have shows we watch together. So there’s a time and place for both!

Section 9 – Internet

Do you always have access to the Internet, wherever you go? If not, why? Yup!

Which website do you frequent the most? Website website? Google. App website? Instagram or TikTok.

Which search engine do you prefer and trust the most? Googs.

What do you use the Internet the most for? Social media or entertainment.

Do you judge people who have their phones out all the time? If so, why? Random people? None of my business. But if we’re spending time together and I’m trying to have a conversation with you and you're not paying attention to me because your nose is glued to your phone, I’m gonna be pissed.

If your connection goes down, what do you do? Go do something that’s not on the internet?

Is there something you wish you could do online that isn't possible yet? I still wish you could smell things through the internet.

Do you remember the first time you used the Internet? When was it? Yes! I believe the 2nd/3rd grade?

What was a website you used to frequent that doesn't exist anymore? I loved the Disney website with all the games.

Do/Did you ever have your own website? That was the thiiiing back in the day.

Isn't it great how much knowledge and info we have at our fingertips? It’s great but also overwhelming.

Section 10 – And finally...

What is something you consider to be highly controversial? Politics, apparently.

What kinds of jokes do you like the best? I love a good pun.

Is there a person who makes you laugh effortlessly? Oh definitely.

Which part of your body do you like the least? My eyes.

What's something random, out of context you remember from your past? I don’t do well with really vague questions.

Do you wear shoes indoors? No, I’m not a heathen.

What's the silliest thing you've worn on your body in public? I don’t think I usually wear silly things.

What's the most important thing in your life right now? Just spending time with my fam. Trying to get over this anxiety.

What is the most distant point on the planet that you've been from home? Florida.

Do you enjoy trivia games? If so, which one's your favourite? We love some Trivial Pursuit in this house!

Are you more logical or emotional? My emotions take over and then my logic brings it back in. Equal parts, baby.

#survey

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zevlors-tail · 4 years

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Hiiii Congratulations on 300 followers!!❤️✨ About Myself: I'm 5'4'', Tomboy, black hair with boycut (literally boy's cut/hairstyle), dark brown eyes. I play lots of sports (⚽🏀🏐🥊🥋🏸)and workout everyday! I'm currently studying highschool physics n math. I'm West-Asian🇮🇳 and can speak 2 languages (one being English) I love eating chocolates and sweets but I eat healthy food 9.9/10 of the times. I can play multiple instruments as well! Could you please pair me with one of the 1-A's boys?

Thank you for the congrats! :) You got it. Awe yeah, I’m excited for this one because I haven’t gotten the chance to officially write for Blasty Boi yet...but I want to. So. Bad. Thank you for providing me with this blessed opportunity. <3

I match you with: Bakugou Katsuki!

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This gif cracks me up

-Total Power Couple. You dominate EVERYTHING together, yet at the same time, you challenge each other to be better and worker harder to get to where you want to be. Love Rivalry at it’s finest (he does really love you tho)! Working out together? Check. Practicing sports together? Check. Cooking healthy food together? Well...mostly check. Bakugou can be picky about his cooking and who he wants in the kitchen, but he’ll let you help out 99% of the time. To be fair, you feel the same way about your sports and actual games. You two practice them together and he does okay, but he doesn’t have the finesse that you have for sports just like you’re not a practiced cook like he is.

-You can play instruments, and Bakugou can play the drums. It’s perfect! The two of you could do some really nice duets together! If you don’t already know how to play the drums, he might be willing to teach you. Good luck teaching him how to play any other instruments, though...his temper has a short fuse and he gets frustrated very easily. It’s not going to be pretty.

-Sometimes Bakugou’s favorite thing to do in his down time is play the drums with you. Even if it’s a short song or something the two of you came up with on a whim, he finds it relaxing to give you a soft steady beat and listen while you play. Honestly, all his focus is on you. He’s practiced so he can keep up with the beat just fine, but he’s just watching you the whole time with soft red eyes. It’s the softest you’ll ever see him apart from the times he’s being affectionate.

-He’s gonna notice your love of chocolates and sweets almost right away. And do you know what that’s going to result in? Home baked sweets. They don’t look the prettiest...but they taste like heaven. He’ll take extra time with any chocolates he makes so that they look nicer, and you can definitely tell that he put the effort in. It does take him a few tries, but he gets it down within the first couple of batches, probably just in time for a special holiday or occasion. He wraps them up neatly with a little bow and everything, and then gives it to you as a surprise gift. So sweet! Figuratively, and literally lol.

-Bakugou would help you study if you needed, and does his best to keep you focused on yourself and your school work and hero studies. Although, you do pretty good at that already, so mostly he just helps where you need. He’s a really good tutor, so if you do ever get stuck on something, he could help to explain it to you and walk you through it. In exchange for his help, you return the favor by tutoring him in english studies if he ever needs it. The two of you make sure you keep the other motivated and both of you get the best grades you can.

Fall Drabble: Pumpkins

“I’m gonna kick your ass at this, Katsuki!”

“Not a chance in Hell, babe!”

Bakugou laughed menacingly at you as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other in anticipation for the event you signed up for. Since pumpkin season was coming to an end, the local farm in town had a surplus of pumpkins, and the teachers at UA thought it would be a good idea to hold a pumpkin smashing contest so that the students could work on their quirks and let off all the steam accumulated over the last semester. The remains would be cleaned up by the participants and donated to animal sanctuaries and rescues as a source of food as well, so there was a good cause behind it all. You and Bakugou had immediately jumped at the opportunity, both of you eager as ever to outshine each other and earn bragging rights against the other.

“Alright, listeners! On the count of three, you can start smashing! We’ve got plenty of pumpkins, so don’t hold back, okay?” Present Mic raised a hand in the air enthusiastically, his thumb and pointer finger sticking out as he started the count down. “One, two, three, let’s go, listeners! YEAH! START SMASHING!”

Pumpkin flew everywhere as the school’s training grounds turned into a war zone in mere seconds; the students’ screams and hollers easily drowned out Present Mic’s voice, all the pent up stress from school studies and work manifesting itself in violent acts against the poor orange squash. You wasted no time in joining in on the festivities, using your quirk to destroy multiple pumpkins at once. Beside you, your boyfriend stalked over the heaping pile of his own pumpkins and, in true Bakugou fashion, gave the gourds a pompous sneer as his quirk crackled to life at his palms, sweet smelling smoke starting to rise in the air.

“Sorry to break it to ya Y/N, but I’m gonna blow this competition away. There can only be one winner, and that’s gonna be me!” There was loud boom as Bakugou shot off a huge blast of his quirk. “AP Shot!”

Boy, you really wished the teachers had put a limit to how much the students were allowed to use their quirks. Not because his blast scared you or shook you, but because now you were behind by 20 whole pumpkins! Speaking of which...you weren’t sure there was much to clean up after that blast, if you were being honest. It looked like he had completely obliterated them all to tiny bits and pieces, unsuitable for even the smallest of animals.

“Oh ho ho! Somebody get this kid more pumpkins!” Present Mic announced, and only then did you realize he had destroyed them all in one go.

“How you like that, hah!?” Bakugou’s eyes narrowed as he laughed, the competitive smirk on his face taunting you.

Oh hell no. You were NOT about to let Katsuki just one up you like that.

“Alright, Bakubitch, it’s on!”

A growl escaped your throat as you powered your quirk up to it’s highest capacity and gave him a challenging smile, your gaze flitting to him out of the corner of your eye momentarily. He seemed too fired up for his own good, though you were happy to see him let go a little bit after the grueling work you both had put into the current semester of school. Sports could only do so much in relieving frustrations and worries; this was a much needed vent for the both of you.

Focusing your attention back to your own area, you hit your targets harder, faster, with more effort and determination than you thought possible. After a while you fell into a rhythm, and time seem to just pass by as you let yourself go, smashing all the remaining pumpkins you had. One of the teachers wheeled more over to you in a wheelbarrow, dumping them unceremoniously on the ground. But before they even rolled to a halt, you had destroyed all of those too, and the board above you that was keeping track of your score continuously began to rise in numbers without stopping. Over and over again you demolished them, not stopping a single time during the competition. The only thing left on your mind was beating Katsuki at his own game, absolutely wrecking him and then rubbing it in his face.

Suddenly there was a loud buzzer ringing out. “Alright, listeners! That’s a wrap! Please remain in your designated areas while the score boards come a stop!”

You huffed, desperately trying to catch your breath after exerting yourself to your utmost limits. You’d really gone all out. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt his alive, sweat pouring off of your brow as your heart pounded in your chest. “Holy shit...” you muttered as you leaned over, your hands resting against your knees for support.

“You good?” Katsuki slunk over to you and inspected your form, his warm palm caressing your cheek as he helped support you with his other arm. “Been a while since I’ve seen you that worked up...damn.”

You tried to give him a reply, but it came out breathy and quiet, and you ended up just shaking your head yes to let him know nothing was wrong. He slung your arm over his shoulder to help keep you up, and the two of you looked at your respective messes with amusement. There really was pumpkin bits everywhere. The walls, the street, the grass, it was an utter mess. Cleaning this up was really going to suck, but you reminded yourself once more that this was for charity and animals, and that you could deal with a little bit of scrubbing and sweeping if it meant helping cute little porcupines and squirrels.

“Seems we have our winners!” Present Mic’s voice interrupted your train of thought as he spoke, and you leaned most of your weight back onto your own two feet but left your arm over your boyfriend’s shoulders as you listened. “Who would have guessed it!? It’s a tie for first place between Bakugou and Y/N!”

“Fuck!”

“Shit!”

The two of your cursed in sync together, your brows furrowing and Katski’s lips turning down in a frown. But as soon as it came, the frustration was gone all the same, and you gave a soft sigh before smiling up at him.

“Nice job, Y/N.” It was a plain complement, but that was how Bakugou worked. You had noticed that when you first started dating. He was more willing to say things with his actions than his words. Although, you knew him well enough by now to catch the soft tone in his voice.

“Thanks. Guess we’ll just have to have a rematch sometime, huh?”

Bakugou snickered at your comment. “You idiot, how are we supposed to have a rematch at smashing pumpkins? You’re just a sore loser.”

“Loser? I believe I’m tied with you if I heard correct!”

“Yeah, yeah, keep dreaming, Y/N.”

#bnha matchup #matchup #300 follower special #300 follower event #sweater answers #answered #anon #anonymous #bakugou katsuki

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dobrikburrito · 5 years

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bad guy, d.d.

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requested by anonymous

Can u do a smut where y/n and David make a bet to see who can hold a plank longer and the winner can do whatever they want to the loser😉 you can decide who wins just make it v steamy;)

disclaimer: smut. oral sex.

David hired a new trainer to help him work out, Chris. Since you didn’t actually believe that that was a legit endeavor, your boyfriend invited you to work out with him this morning. That way you could meet Chris and actually testify that he was properly working out for the first time in his life. You loved the idea, knowing too well that this would be the funniest thing for you to watch.

“Hey Chris, does David pay you extra to praise him after every tiny achievement?” You teased David, smiling at Chris.

“No, absolutely not.” Chris said, shaking his head with a telling smile.

“I don’t! You said it’s in the package!” David jokes, laughing.

“Riiiiight. Whatever helps you sleep at night, baby.” You fix David’s hair, laughing. “So, what’s the plan?”

You both start off with warm ups and stretching, then a few push ups, which you complete perfectly. David, on the other hand, does it, but slower than you.

“How can you… How can you do it that fast?” He sits on the ground for a second, taking a sip of water.

“I’ve been doing this for a while I guess,” You shrug, not really minding it.

“You have poor core strength though,” David comments, smirking to you.

“Uh… Excuse me?” You’re taken aback by his sudden shade. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“You know what I mean…” David laughed to himself. “The other day, after our private… uh… work out. You were super sore for a couple of days.”

You choke on the water you were drinking. “David!!” You could feel your face immediately turning red.

“It’s true!” David laughed out loud, you slapped his stomach. “Ouch!”

“Oh my God,” You hid your face in your hands.

“Actually, that’s pretty normal. Usually during sex we move and use different and more specific groups of muscles, depending on the position. Muscles that are harder to reach on a regular work out session.” Chris explained, being a professional and not wanting to embarrass you any more.

You gave a “I’m going to murder you” look to David. “Actually, you know what? I bet my core strength is 100 times better than yours.” David pfft in disbelief. “Wanna bet? Let’s hold a plank and see who lasts longer. Winner takes whatever it wants from the other.”

David was absolutely loving your reaction. “Fine by me.” He shrugged. “I already have a couple of things in mind… You know, for when I win.”

His expression and smile were so cocky you either wanted to punch him or rip his clothes off right there. Instead, you offered your hand for a shake. “It’s a deal.”

David shook your hand, confident. “Chris, can you time us?” He requested.

“Absolutely. Both on your knees.” We got in position. “Alright, elbows down. Straight spine. Feet back. Counting on 3, 2, 1. Go!”

It was me and David in his yard, side by side, holding the plank position. You were focused on winning, because if you lost, you knew you would never heard the end of it. It wasn’t easy, though, for neither of you. As the seconds went by, your arms started to shake a little, exhausted.

David was trying so hard not to express his pain, but you knew he was also struggling pretty hard. In the end, after nearly three minutes, he collapsed, one second before you did.

“Oh thank God,” You fell to the floor, taking deep breaths.

“Fuck,” David exasperated, tired as hell. He fixed his messy hair. “I can’t believe you won,”

“That was pretty close, to be honest.” You laughed, cleaning the sweat out of your forehead. “I can feel my muscles burning.”

“Your performance was good, actually. Most people can’t hold a plank for 30 seconds.” Chris pointed out, praising you both.

“You did pay him extra, didn’t you?” You looked at David. “Yeah, yeah I did.” David laughed loudly.

After you finished the session with Chris and showered, you were lying on David’s bed while he was drying his hair with a white towel. “So…” He looked at me. “What do you want out of the bet?” His tone was playful, but slightly worried.

You took a second to look at David, with your index finger resting on your lips, thinking about it. You smiled to yourself. “Take your shirt off and sit here in the middle of your bed. I’ll be right back.” You got up and started walking out.

“Should I be worried?” He asked, watching me.

“Most definitely.” You winked at him.

You came back with a few items. You managed to take the comforter out of the bed, so it wouldn’t get dirty. First item you got out of your bag was a pair of long chain handcuffs that David bought for you.

“Are those…? Shit.” David laughed, nervously.

You got up in bed, sitting on his lap, then took one of his hands and locked the handcuff, only to throw the chain outside of the bed frame and then locking the second part of the handcuff to David’s other hand. That way, he had his arms open and locked, impossible to move.

“Oh wow… Remind me to talk about our sex life to random people more often,” He joked, but you could actually tell this was turning him on.

You slowly slid your hand all over his chest and stomach. “You know, this isn’t a place where you can buy praise. You gotta earn it.” You lowered yourself to kiss him, slowly, and bit his lower lip. “And you’ve been bad.”

“I think I’m enjoying being bad way more than I had anticipated,” David sighed, already hard inside his shorts. “I just hate not being able to touch you” He jiggled while on the cuffs.

“But that’s the whole fun of it, baby.” You smiled, biting your lip, rocking your ass in his lap, loving to feel how hard he already was since you’ve barely even started.

“Fuck, you’ll be the death of me.” David sighed, admiring you.

Leaving his lap, you reached down to him, taking his shorts out, loving the fact that he went commando. You positioned yourself in the middle of his legs, using one of your hands and nails to scratch his thighs and the other to take his cock and stroke it, putting just the right pressure on it. You took him fully inside your mouth, then took it out completely, taking your time, knowing that he was watching. Swirled your tongue around the tip, then pressed your lips on the surface.

“Holy shit, fuck…” David pressed his eyes shut for a second, exhaling hard. “You just fucking know exactly how to…” You took him all in again, sucking a few times then taking it out all. “Ugh… fuck me.”

“In a minute, babe.” You smiled to yourself, loving to see the struggle he was going through, always moving his arms to try and get out of the cuffs, falling.

You started jerking and sucking him, up to the point where he was panting, talking dirty to you and sweating. That was the moment you stopped and reached for your bag, when he was nearly close to cumming. His eyes were strongly shut and you reached for a little cup that you brought from the kitchen with a bunch of ice. Before he knew it, you let a couple of ice cubes slide down his chest towards his belly.

“Oh fuck, what the fuck is this, oh shit. (Y/N) what the… Oh god.” The icing sensations were both pleasurable and painful. You took one other ice cube in your mouth, sucking it a little, and then taking it off and putting on his naked thigh. You took his cock again in your mouth, but this time David actually moaned and squirmed in bed. “Holy fucking…” It was a mix of sensations that he couldn’t even start to comprehend and that were intensified by the fact that he couldn’t move and do something about it. He hated it and absolutely loved it at the same time.

He opened his eyes, panting, watching you suck him while jerking him off, taking out your tongue and sliding it from bottom to top, with your head turned to the side, showing off to him. You kept the act, enjoying yourself, enjoying to see how insane you could make him and how much control you had over him right now.

“(Y/N), oh shit, fuck. I’m gonna… keep doing that… Oh fuck. I’m…” Didn’t take him longer than that to cum hard in your mouth. You keep sucking him, slower and deeper, soon to swallow every drop of him.

“You look so good, baby.” You smiled to yourself, absolutely loving how defeated and dead he looked.

You reached out to the cuffs, opening them up and taking them off of David completely. You lied by his side in the bed, watching him recover from his high.

“Jesus, (Y/N).” He took a deep breath. “What was that?”

“Did you like it?” You bit your lip, hoping.

“Are you fucking serious? Look at me. I’m wrecked.” He laughed a little, fixing his hair. “I came so hard, not even kidding.”

“I’m glad, babe. Been wanting to try some new things like that.” You confessed, blushing a little.

“Oh, is that so?” His interest immediately peaked. You nodded, smiling.

David turned himself to quickly be on top of you, sliding his hand through your body and squeezing your ass. “I think it’s my turn now… and I would also like to try some new things.” He kissed my neck. “Where are those cuffs?” He whispered in your ear.

Oh, you were in for a ride, literally.

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ESC 2019 Preshow #09

09. ITALY Mahmood - “Soldi” Autoqualifier

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👏SOL 👏 DI 👏 SOL👏 DI 👏

ENTRY ANALYSIS

Much like Jonida, Mahmood sort of slipped for me when I grew more attached to other songs, but that does not mean he’s not fucking amazing! I, too, fell in love with “Soldi” on first listen when I noticed the lyrics rhymed “Ramadan” with “Jackie Chan”. 😍 😍 😍 😍.

Other amazing things about “Soldi” include: the 👏 use 👏 of 👏 clapping 👏 as 👏 punctuation 👏, the ~Iconic~ lines in Arabic during the middle eight and the wonderful message. It was the FIRST SONG IN THIS YEAR WHICH MADE ME SHED A TEAR!!! 😭😭😭 I don’t know how or why, but I listened to the song with translated lyrics and it just *clicked* for me. I WAS LYING SICK IN BED WITH THE FLU, OKAY. Forgive me my momentary weakness!!!

So is it any wonder “Soldi” was greeted with near-unanimous critical acclaim and support? No, of course not. It’s a fantastic song and 100% deserved to win San Remo!

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okay, so San Remo... I did *NOT* watch it but I’m aware of Irama, Loredana and Simone, so consider those the reps if I had bothered with an NF corner. Ideal Husband Material, Blue-haired Rocker Hag and Random Dude Who Reads Poetry (not sings. reads.) respectively <3

Slated to win San Remo this year was Ultimo, who entered San Remo with some pretentious piano ballad called “I tuoi particulari” which as the name implies was particularly boring. God what a yawnfest. However, it as also the audience favourite somehow? Him?

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So, the juries marked it down just enough so ‘Soldi’ won instead because again, BORING don’t work. Ultimo, instead of being like “well I lost, but oh well, I wasn’t going to Eurovision anyway*”, showed his true Salvador colours by throwing a temper tantrum on social media and spent the entire press conference uglysobbing about how quality was denied (his own words! He refered to *himself* as quality!).

(*he said he would never do Eurovision because he believes it is Eurovision is beneath him 😬) Oh and some right-wing Forza politicians chimed with their usual drivel that Mahmood was unfit to represent Italy because Mahmood is gay & half-arabic while Italy is a vafanculo blob of fragile masculinity which can only be properly represented by drug-riggen, ugly-tattoo’d brats. Guess what? WE 👏 DON’T👏 CARE. 👏 FOR YOUR 👏 MODERN TIME 👏 PREACHIN’ 👏 FORTUNATELY, Mahmood agreed to do ESC (after a week long thinking period lol) and all was well in this world . 👏 ANOTHER VICTORY FOR QUALITY 👏

Edit note: it has become apparent that my brash and snarky assesment was largely malinformed, but user @wingednerdydude provided a pretty detailed summation of the situation.

It’s a quite long explanation I’ll put a tl;dr to appease the fans: Ultimo did indeed not take the loss well, but the media also took an off-hand comment he made about Mahmood out of context and he retaliated, which led a lot of a unnecessary drama and mutual poo-slinging. It’s not just the ESC fans that overdramatize shit, who knew.

For those who want to read it:

Ultimo never insulted Mahmood or said one single bad thing about him or that his song was better than Soldi, let's make this clear from the start. It's also true that he never even said anything complimenting him or his song. Mahmood actually said he never spoke to him nor heard from him in any way. The only thing Ultimo ever said is that he is happy for Mahmood and his success, that's it. If Ultimo really did compliment him then I never read or watched such interview

The mess during Sanremo's press conference blew up right when Ultimo said he was happy for (I'm quoting) "the other ragazzo, Mahmood". Ragazzo is a really neutral term in Italian, it just means young man, I wouldn't know how to traslate it. The journalists found it "insulting" for some weird reason (Mahmood actually said he thinks it's a totally okay term) and said Ultimo was disrespecting him. More context: Ultimo clearly was disappointed about his 2nd place

The press knew it and since the moment he entered the press room they literally started rubbing his missed victory in his face and kept asking him "yeah, but don't you think you should have won?". Ultimo eventually got pissed like mad and rightfully so. They were literally trying to make him lose his temper because they knew he had a bad character and was disappointed. They wanted a scoop and they got it.

Ultimo told the journalists that they were just trying to get an article out of it and that any thing he would say, they would turn it into something else. Then he said (quoting) "I'm fucking done with you". Boom, all of the press room went crazy and started throwing insults at him (sore loser, shit, bastard, ungrateful etc...). At some point Mahmood entered the room and the situation got chill again. By the way, look at the Il Volo guys while he speaks. They agreed.

Which takes us to the next step: why did Ultimo explode like that? I'll get ther: the day after there was a tv program the contestants were supposed to take part in. Ultimo didn't show up. It was full of journalists who obviously insulted him, they showed the clip of Ultimo insulting the press. One of the journalists though, she gave no fucks and just said the things as they were: and that is, the press insulted him. Not only after Ultimo's insults, but also earlier.

Ultimo wasn't the only artist who got insulted: the guys from Il Volo were too, during their performance and while the results were being announced (everyone cheered cause they hadn't won). The journalist says there were clips of it. Ups, looks like they "couldn't show them". Funny how they found Ultimo insulting journalists, but not the opposite. And those videos exist. In particular, there was a video of Ultimo being insulted by press, days before

There were a lot of talks, clickbaity articles written etc... Ultimo tried speaking in a video he posted and told his point of view. Now, mind you, I don't agree with some of the stuff he said. He said that he was sad about the whole thing and that it had been blown out of proportion, his words twisted to show him like the bad guy. And this is true if you read what I wrote. About the results: he was pissed because he had won the televote by a very large margin but lost.

Here I think he was really wrong, cause those are the rules, jury and televote results add up to the final result, it's maths. It may be disappointing, but that's how it is. Still, he was sad that people had to PAY to vote and their votes didn't matter in the end to choose the actual winner. Debatable. But he did make a good point about one thing: the jury votes are made of the votes of some experts (they're like 10 and actually often are people with no music knowledge)

And the rest of the jury votes are journalists. Now, wait a second: the same journalists who threw personal insults at him and Il Volo for no reason if not a personal anthipathy were the ones deciding if they could win or not. Now this is interesting, cause the jury is supposed to be unbiased. His complaining about this is just right in my opinion, something should have been done about it (journalists faced no consequences for their insults to contestants).

This is where the whole thing ended. Ultimo just asked not to speak about it again, Sanremo's week has now well passed and everyone moved on, so that's literally all. I hope I was of some help to better understand the situation. And please guys, no fighting, let's just enjoy Mahmood's song.

AND LET US NEVER SPEAK OF HIM EVER AGAIN!!!!!! ~moving on~

Autoqualifier Odds: very good

The most important thing one has to take away from “Soldi” is that it’s a fucking excellent song. There’s a reason it received near-universal critical acclaim from all sources.

But, as the saying goes, it’s not the song but what you do with it. Mahmood is making great ~live performance progress~ as more pre-parties are showing his growing expertise, but at the same time I feel like everyone has sort of forgotten about him as a potential winner? Actually my friends posited the idea that Mahmood might be a Jamala-esque winner (by finishing second in both jury AND televote) and I think that is an intriguing possibility we should consider! If Duncan somehow doesn’t come through (and he won’t because Expected Winner’s Curse), it will be Mahmood who shall pick up the pieces and win instead. (unless the audience wants to go for the novelty act again, in which case Hatari or Bilal will win) I recognize that Mahmood could go down the usual Italy trajectory and be sandbagged by juries into a mid top 10 placement, I guess. I don’t want to get my hopes up and overrate his odds like I did with Gabbani. Even under the worst circumstance, Mahmood is definitely finishing somewhere in the top 10 though, as all Italian men (fragile or not) do.

Projected placement: 1st-8th in the Grand Final.

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Karmagisa week 5: snake/demon (video games part 2)

CONTINUATION OF DAY 3!

It had been over a week since Karma and Nagisa had first kissed. As it turned out, Karma could very well beat his own high score if there were high stakes present. He had been a bit unsure after he saw his new high score portrayed on the screen before him. He had looked to the side and seen Nagisa seemingly as unsure as he was.

“A promise is a promise” Nagisa said as he slowly turned Karma’s chair towards him, probably being aware of the lack of initiative Karma was taking. It took a solid minute before they actually got closer to each other after that. At some point Karma could feel the warmth of Nagisa’s breath as they were only inches away from each other. Nagisa let out a small laugh and Karma couldn’t help but burst into laughter as well.

They didn’t actually kiss that day. Everytime they tried to get close again, one of the two would start laughing. At some point they decided to just play a game together and do the thing they were good at, not discuss it. It was only 2 weeks later when they decided to have an arcade date they actually managed to kiss. and afterwards they just continued to play video games.

Karma had been extremely happy that day. After the whole high score ideal he knew the feelings he’d been having for Nagisa before were of romantic nature. To finally be able to cross a line as big as their first kiss, was simply a relief. They never used the word ‘boyfriend’ or ‘dating’ so perhaps it wasn’t too official, but Karma knew they had mutual feelings and that was enough.

Despite all of that, Karma was not in a good mood today. For weeks he’d been the number one player of Live Battle Fierce. The Red Demon had been an absolute champion and everyone knew his name, although perhaps username is a better way of putting it. The problem was he wasn’t number one anymore.

Some new player under the username ‘Blue Snake’ had climbed his way up the ranks. It took him only a matter of 2 days to get a high score hundreds of points higher than Karma’s. And all the times Karma had been in game with him he had gotten killed rather quickly by this snake. He wasn’t even aware where he was half the time. It seemed this kid’s strategy was stealth.

He’d been whining about it to Nagisa ever since it had happened. “It’s unfair, I play so much more than this kid.” He complained as he played with the other boy’s hair, not caring he was ever so slightly messing up one of his twintails. “I don’t even know how he avoids my sonic radar like that.”

Nagisa sighed and turned to the side to look at Karma pitifully. “Why do you keep calling them a kid?” He asked. “I mean, you don’t know who it is, right?” He tried to re-adjust his twintail a bit. Karma tried to grab for it again but he moved slightly away so he wouldn’t.

“becaaauuuse…” Karma started, but he didn’t continue. He thought about his words but instead of giving an answer he just pouted. Nagisa ignored the pout but Karma just came closer to him.

“So someone is better at a game than you, boohoo.” Nagisa said, much to Karma’s annoyance. Somehow this game was Karma’s entire life at that point, that game and Nagisa. He grabbed his phone and showed it to Nagisa. On his screen he could see the world’s ranking listed on the site of Live Battle Fierce.

“this fucking ‘Blue Snake’ has an unnecessarily high score.” Karma sighed. “He’s probably using cheats. I mean that’s the only explanation why his score is maxed and no one can ever detect him.” At this point he had gotten a hold of Nagisa’s twintail again, basically using his phone as a distraction.

Nagisa let him play with his hair, giving up on even trying to deal with his whiny basically-boyfriend. Karma saw that surrender as a sign to just take out the twintail and fully play with the boy’s hair. The softness of his blue locks always surprised Karma and at this point distracted him from his sulking.

“You’re a sore loser.” Nagisa concluded. Karma’s only reaction was to lightly push him but to Nagisa that proved his point. “I dare say a crybaby.” He added mostly to himself.

After school Karma had come by Nagisa’s place. Nagisa’s mother wasn’t home and he had promised her he’d stay home to accept packages that would be arriving so Karma agreed to hanging out there for once. He had brought his laptop because he knew Nagisa was going to take quite long to make their assignment and he wanted to play his game and retrieve his number one title.

Nagisa was sitting with his laptop on his lap, facing Karma who was very busy playing his game. His concentration was showing on his face and Nagisa occasionally laughed about it. He didn’t talk while playing, just an occasional swear word or laugh as something happened.

“Oh fuck, Blue Snake entered the game.” Karma suddenly said. His face grew entirely serious. He re-adjusted so he could better sit in front of the laptop. “Nagisa, cheer me on.”

Nagisa snorted a bit. “I’m quite busy, actually.” was all he said as he kept staring at his screen intensely. “But good luck Red Demon, want another kiss for the winner?” He joked.

Karma smirked. “motivation enough, deal.” And so his game started. He made sure to keep track of Blue Snake and to eliminate as many other enemies on his way to meet the snake. The demon was completely ready to beat the snake to pulp.

Eventually he lost track of the snake on the map. “He just disappeared?” Karma was left confused as he made sure to look behind his character, not wanting his sworn enemy to attack from behind. Just to be sure, he enabled a special shielding spell he knew was powerful against nearly all melee attacks and many spellcasting ones.

All of a sudden an arrow his the back of his shield, deactivating it at the back. Before Karma had time to turn around his character had a knife in his back and he could see Blue Snake was the culprit. His own character fell down and the screen showed a red ‘you died’.

A large variety of swear words escaped Karma’s mouth as he was very close to throwing his laptop on the floor. “you have got to be FUCKING KIDDING me” He lashed out. After like a minute of his anger the ranks of the game were shown on his screen. Unsurprisingly Blue Snake won, with a score Karma most probably never could beat.

“No one can beat you huh?”Nagisa asked, a bright smile on his face. Karma looked at the other boy in confusion. “That’s what you said after showing me this game right?” He added and Karma let out an annoyed sigh. He wasn’t really feeling this condescending attitude from Nagisa.

after he didn’t answer Nagisa let out a small laugh and Karma looked up at him. “Do you literally enjoy to see me suffer?” Karma did not hide the utter annoyance he was feeling. Nagisa didn’t give into that comment and instead flipped his laptop so Karma could see his screen.

On top of the screen it showed 2 words in a large epic font. ‘You Won!’ it said. Below that a ranking with the number one being Blue Snake and number two being Red Demon. Karma didn’t even read the rest of the screen because he knew exactly what this meant. “You- you are-”

“Blue Snake? obviously.” Nagisa finished for him. He was still portraying the same smile but Karma now realised the pride that smile was displaying. “But, I’m most likely using cheats, right?” He added.

Karma turned a shade of red he didn’t like to admit his skin knew. “I didn’t know it was you, you can’t use those words against me!” He defended himself. Nagisa’s only reaction was to keep smiling and shrug, much to Karma’s annoyance.

“You were being a cocky bastard.” Nagisa explained. He laid down his laptop and moved to sit next to Karma. “And quite a whiny one when things weren’t going your way. When you said no one could beat you I thought, you know, I’m just as good at playing games as you are.” His tone was sure but Karma noted Nagisa wasn't entirely sure of that. Knowing how Nagisa usually felt about him he was sure Nagisa proved something to himself as well. “you really should have recognized my name, I copied your name format and made it my own.”

Karma had to admit that was stupid on his behalf. To be fair he wasn’t expecting Nagisa of all people to pull a stunt like this. He definitely wasn’t expecting Nagisa to actually be better than him at his favourite game, while playing so much time less than him.

“Now I believe there was a deal made before this game?” Nagisa came very close to Karma. Karma wasn’t sure what Nagisa meant. What deal did they make if he wasn’t even aware Nagisa was playing. And then it hit him just what Nagisa had said before he started playing and he laughed softly to himself.

“Kiss for the winner.”

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Richie adjusts his bow tie one last time in the side mirror of the limo. He can hear the seemingly deafening roar of the crowd, of the reporters and nominees and everyone else outside. His manager sits across from him, spouting off reminders. Richie barely hears him.

”-and if you lose, look happy anyway. No one likes a sore loser, and if you want another season, you’ll-“

”I got it,” Richie says, cutting him off. He can’t take it anymore. “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.” His agent and former manager, David, sighs.

“Fine.” He checks his watch and looks around nervously. “Are you sure you don’t want someone to walk the carpet with? It’s not too late, I hear Zachary Quinto’s still available-“

”I don’t need a date,” Richie says, rolling his eyes. “I’m still married. Even if he’s not here.”

”Of course.” Before David can say anything else, Richie opens the door and steps out into the Los Angeles evening, his brand-new converse sneakers sinking into the plush red carpet. The sneakers are his signature, and it’s written into his contract that he gets to wear them everywhere. Even, as is specifically stated in the writing, to the Emmys. They do not go with his tuxedo, and he has been reminded of this every single minute of every day since his nomination was announced. Well, nominations.

”Richie! Richie, over here!” Some reporter shouts. He vaguely recognizes her from a popular morning talk show that he always gets up too late to watch, but hears about constantly from his early-bird husband. He puts on an easy smile as he approaches, hoping it doesn’t look too fake. It’s not fake, not the excitement, but he can’t help but think that he should not be alone right now.

”I’m here with Richie Tozier, writer and star of the hit new horror-sitcom, ‘The Losers Club’, streaming now on HBO. Now, Richie, you’re famously very good friends with author William Denbrough.” It takes all of Richie’s self control not to laugh. Hearing people call Bill ‘William’ is like hearing himself called ‘Richard’, which only ever happens when Eddie gets mad. “Lots of people have drawn comparisons between ‘The Losers Club’ and Denbrough’s books. Was there any inspiration that came to you from reading your friend’s writing?” Richie laughs good-naturedly.

”Wow, starting off with the tough questions. Aren’t you going to ask me who I’m wearing?” The reporter chuckles politely. “No, but seriously, both Bill and I take our inspiration from our childhoods. We grew up together, and the kids we write about are definitely inspired by ourselves. So in a way, yes, I do take some of my inspiration from Bill, but it’s more from the person himself than his books.” She nods, clearly surprised by the eloquence of his answer. “And, uh, this suit is Gucci. Just so you know.”

He fights his way through the crowd (metaphorically, of course. He still stops for photos and interviews, and to talk to the odd acquaintance) and finally gets inside. He finds his seat between two of his co-stars, a young woman who resembles Bev in almost every way except that her hair is black, not red, and a man who resembles Eddie so heavily that Richie has, much to his husband’s annoyance, mistaken for him at least five times. The lights dim, the show begins, the host launches into her monologue, and Richie hardly even notices. It is a blur of standing, sitting, applauding, laughing, of lights and sparkles and the swish of gowns and tuxedo pants. Jameela Jamil leans back for a selfie. Tony Shalhoub accidentally knocks his glasses off on his way up to collect his award. John Mulaney cracks a joke so funny it takes all of Richie’s effort not to laugh through the ‘In Memoriam’ video. And then it is his award, Outstanding Lead Actor in a Comedy Series. The announcer, a young woman Richie vaguely recognizes from this summer’s biggest action movie, flashes a brilliant white smile and lists off the nominees, ending with “...Richie Tozier as Bradley Thompson in ‘The Losers Club.’” She opens the gold envelope with delicate hands and Richie can feel his breath catch in his throat. He hardly expected to be nominated. He would not win. And yet, he has never been more anxious in his life, except on the day he asked Eddie to marry him.

“And the Emmy for Outstanding Lead Actor in a Comedy Series goes to... Richie Tozier for ‘The Losers Club!’”

Richie doesn't register the shock at first. He thinks perhaps it is a dream, and when he stands on the stage to collect his award, he will be in his underwear. Or maybe it's Eddie, who had mocked him with this since his nomination was announced (lovingly, of course). But no, it's real, and he realizes it when his female co-star throws her arms around him, squealing excitedly. He rises to his feet, smiling unsteadily, and scoots out to the aisle. He was not supposed to win, he thinks. That's why they put him in the middle of the row instead of the end, where he could get out more easily. The probable winners are always in the aisle seats because it gives them an easy path to the stage. It's an odd moment of clarity, and it passes quickly, and then he is rising the stairs, and he's being handed the golden statue, and his face is warm under the lights. He blinks, expecting the glare of light on glass, but it never comes. He wears contacts now, he remembers, and laughs at his own short-mindedness. He has to bend down a little to reach the microphone, and as he pats his jacket pocket, realizes he has forgotten his speech at home. Fuck. He's going to be "that guy", the guys who forgets his notecards and has to make the whole thing up on the fly. Still, it's probably better than standing in awkward silence, which is what he's doing right now.

"Um... as a kid, I told a lot of jokes. And mostly, they weren't funny. But if you told that kid that one day, he'd be standing on this stage, he probably would have said 'yeah, right' and then made a crude joke about your mom." There is a smattering of polite laughter. He is building speed now, snowballing. "But that kid from Maine couldn't have gotten here without a lot of help, so there are some people I need to thank. My parents, Maggie and Wentworth, for always laughing, even when I was being a complete idiot. My agent, David Lukas, who convinced me to make the move from stand-up to TV. I'd like to thank my co-stars, who are the funniest, sweetest, best people I could have asked to work with, and for never being dicks about being more attractive than me, even though you clearly are. You're the best minions I've ever had. But seriously, I sometimes feel like the show was written for you guys, even though I literally had no idea who any of you were before the first day." Richie scans the room. He sees a hundred people he knows and a thousand he doesn't. He sees friends and idols and people he doesn't even recognize. And in all of them, he sees the one person he wishes were here most, the one person who isn't here.

"And last, but absolutely not least, there's one more person I need to thank. My husband, Eddie, the light of my life. Without him, this show wouldn't exist. When we got together three years ago, I was still using a ghostwriter. It was writing jokes about Eddie that got me to write my own material, and then my agent approached me about writing a pilot for this show, and now here we are, and it all came from him. This show is inspired by our childhood, growing up together, then reconnecting as adults. He's my constant inspiration. I do everything I do for him. He's at home with our son right now, because he said he wasn't going to come all the way from New York to LA just to watch me lose- that's a direct quote. And as he knows damn well, there's nothing I love more than proving him wrong."

He looks directly into the camera now, smiling wider than before. "I won, baby, I did it. And I did it for you. I love you, Eds." He blows a kiss to the camera and flushes, maybe from the heat of the lights, maybe from the out-of-character gesture. He embraces the announcer, kissing her cheek gently as he exits, desperate for the first time in his 43 years of life to be out of the spotlight. He is almost back to his seat when he stops fast, nearly slamming into the figure that he hadn't seen before in the dark theater. His gaze travels up from the impeccably polished shoes to the neatly pressed tuxedo pants, to the burgundy velvet jacket he had custom-made as a birthday present last year. It is Eddie, he knows it is, before his eyes finally meet the tear-filled, puppy-dog brown ones of his husband.

"You came," he says, his eyes turning from gray to a watery black.

"You won," Eddie replies, and Richie's tearful face breaks out in a huge, toothy grin. He cups Eddie's cheek (the one with the scar on it) in his broad, hairy hand, and leans down, pulling Eddie into a long, feverish kiss. The cameras catch every second, but they don't notice, nor do they care. Richie leads Eddie by the hand into the row of seats, and they sit beside each other, their legs scrunched together in the limited leg room.

"I know you didn't come just because I won," Richie whispers. "You would've had to leave seven hours ago. At least."

"I realized, like, two hours after you left that I was basically being a massive piece of shit. So I hopped on the next Delta flight here- way less nice than the Cessna, by the way- changed in the airport bathroom, and came straight here. I had to call David and have him talk to security just so I could get in. Apparently, the photos of our wedding are not enough to prove we're married."

"I'm glad you're here." Richie intertwines his fingers with Eddie's, then gasps. "Fuck. What'd you do with the baby?"

"First of all, you gotta stop calling him 'the baby.' Stan's almost three."

"Yeah, but he's my baby."

"Good luck with that once he hits school age, my love. And in terms of what I quote-unquote 'did with him', I called that sitter, the one Blake and Ryan recommended at poker night. And before you asked, yes, I interviewed her; yes, she speaks three languages; yes, she can bake, play guitar, and has half the best doctors in Manhattan on her speed dial. She's perfect, and has been texting me updates every half-hour." Richie's head lolls onto Eddie's shoulder, and they nestle into each other like puzzle pieces. Richie's show wins again and again, the articles the next day will say it swept. Richie's hotel room is paid through for another day, but Eddie helps him pack. They load what little luggage they have into the back and take off (the first thing Richie did after returning from Derry was get his pilot's license). The palm trees and city lights below give way to dark, lightless desert, and then mountains, then cornfields and lakes and long stretches of empty plain. And then, just as the dark violet sky begins to fade into the faintest streaks of yellow and pink and blue, just as the star begin to disappear and the moon becomes almost translucent, the silhouette of the New York skyline appears against it.

"Home again," Eddie says, his eyes tired, but he has never looked happier, except maybe the first time he saw Stan.

"Finally." The plane touches down at an airfield in Queens, and they step out, stretching their tired limbs. Richie stares up at the sky, in which the sun is steadily rising. They go home to their Upper East Side condo, careful to shut the door behind them as quietly as possible. The windows are dark, but a thin stream of light flows out from under one of the bedroom doors, the one with a big green 'S' tacked to it. They open the door as softly as they can and look in on the young, curly-haired boy asleep, his Star Wars nightlight the source of the light. They leave him asleep, and the Emmy on the mantle. Eddie steps into the bathroom, and Richie can hear the shower start. He tosses his jacket on the chair in the corner and yanks his shirt and tie over his head. He goes to the terrace and looks out at the East River below. It's a chilly early morning, very early, and the breeze ruffles the thin layer of dark hair on his bare chest. He hears a honking horn, a couple arguing, glass shattering and water crashing. They are all sounds he heard before, in Derry, in Chicago, in Los Angeles. But they sound different here. Or maybe he is just seeing the world through new eyes, different eyes. The eyes of a man who has everything he wants. He feels cold tears on his face and brushes them away half-heartedly. He has not realized until now that his life is perfect. Legitimately, genuinely, certifiably perfect. Out of the closet? Check. Dream job? Check. A loving husband and son? Check. And now, one last validation that he is, in fact, on top of the world. It's sitting on his fireplace right now, but it's nothing compared to the boy with the Star Wars nightlight and the man in the shower. They are worth every award, every affirmation, every positive review, every selfie with a fan, everything.

Richie hears the shower shut off and the snap of the towel as Eddie pulls it off the hook. He sits on the bed and wiggles out of his tuxedo pants, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He does not turn around when he hears the door behind him open, nor does he move when the other side of the bed sinks under Eddie's weight. A hand comes to rest on his shoulder, folding around his upper arm. Feather-light kisses brush his other shoulder, tracing a line across his shoulder blades. He twists his upper body around to face Eddie, who smiles serenely up at him. Richie places a hand on his chest, his thumb gently circling one of Eddie's two black star tattoos.

"How's it feel to be back?" Eddie asks, leaning into Richie.

"I liked the ocean air, but I have to say... I missed the smog." Eddie chuckles and fidgets with his his inhaler (it's new, and he carries it with him everywhere. It's more of a security blanket than anything else.)

"I don't know, I mean... since we spent those few months out there shooting the show, I've given it some thought, and... what would you say to moving? Somewhere else? Anywhere else?" Richie looks up in shock.

"You serious?"

"Yeah, I mean, it's not like I want to move back to Derry or anything, but think about it. If we went to Pasadena, or Santa Monica, or San Diego-"

"You really liked California, I take it?"

"I did, but if you think about it, it'd make perfect sense for us. And we wouldn't have to live in the middle of the city. I- I love New York, Richie, I do, that's why I moved here, but it's never where I imagined raising kids, if I imagined that at all. But we loved it there. And Stan loved it there. And if we went there, he could grow up on the beach instead of the sidewalks, and he might actually be able to see the stars at night, and-"

"Okay, Eds, calm down." Richie laughs and flops onto his back. Eddie falls beside him, and they turn to look at each other. "Let's do it?" Eddie cocks an eyebrow.

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. You're right, as always. And besides, it's warmer there. It's too goddamn cold here." Eddie curls an arm over Richie and buries his face in Richie's chest.

"I love you, you know that? And I literally couldn't be prouder of you if I tried." Richie pulls Eddie in closer and presses a kiss to the top of his head.

"It's all for you, Eddie. All of it. That statue out there is yours, baby. And so am I."

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lovehotelreservation · 7 years

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Given Paw

Summary: Coming into contact with an overly excited Umbra sends you into through time while your future self gets brought back to the present. And judging by the enticing attire of your latter, both versions of the Chocobros are in for a treat.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Reader/Chocobros (Noctis, Prompto, Gladiolus, and Ignis), Reader/Older!Chocobros

MY

LEWDING KNOWS NO BOUNDS I KNOW

BUT I’D LIKE TO REFER TO THIS ONE-SHOT AS AN EASY WAY TO TELL THAT I WROTE LOTS OF TYL FICS FOR THE KHR FANDOM. IT WAS A NICE THROWBACK FOR ME I MUST SAY

BUT YES, THAT SAID, I DO HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY THIS!

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Anything could happen at King's Knight.

Absolutely.

Anything.

As you've come to witness, Noctis, Ignis, Prompto, and Gladiolus--close friends as they were--took their King's Knight matches seriously.

In a way, it was almost eerie how they'd carry on lighthearted, playful banter while silently plotting one another's demise in the game.

Was King Noctis to be dethroned by court jester Prompto? Would Gladiolus the knight be outwitted by Ignis the Wise?

And by dethroned and outwitted, it would just be easier to say cheating, something which definitely went both ways with Noctis and Gladiolus.

It ain't cheating if you don't get caught.

The mindset to their King's Knight rounds, the mantra to their determination to win.

While shared by all, it didn't ease or cool down any fiery tempers and demands for rematches at the end of a game. While it never got too physical--yet--they were all passionate while arguing why the win was theirs. On the spectrum of things, Ignis was thankfully on the more level-headed side--though was far more ruthless and cutting with how he played--with Gladiolus as a good medium, whereas Prompto and Noctis would be more open to expressing their complaints and accusations of cheating.

And though you preferred to stay out of their petty matches--especially when Umbra was around, thus taking in all of your attention--you would get called in to either back-up or deny one of the guys with your ever so reliable eyewitness testimony. Tiresome didn't even begin to cover how you felt with consistently dealing with this.

Though, admittedly, you enjoyed high-stake, high tension King's Knight games as it usually resulted in the winner celebrating his victory by fucking you as he wished, or comforting the sore losers by offering yourself to use you as they pleased.

Tonight didn't seem much different either, though you were thankful that there was unanimous agreement to book an actual hotel suite in Lestallum rather than roughing it outside. Tensions were high while the four were squabbling as they began their third match of the evening, this time over how the cards were being dealt. By now, you had become accustomed to tuning them out, especially since Umbra was being so utterly precious while seeking out your attention.

"What you got hiding in your sleeves, Specs?"

"...I beg your pardon, Noct?"

"Don't bullshit me, dude. I know you've got cards slipped in those stupid leopard print sleeves of yours."

"...I will not have my attire slandered by a prince who thinks capris are still fashionable in this present day."

"Yooooo he got you there, Noct! Why you gotta hate on leopard print anyway?"

"Tch because I'm not out here skinning leopards for clothes and stealing chocobo feathers to use as hair."

"...Oh...I see how it is!"

"Are you kids done yet? I thought I was here to win at a game, not be stuck babysitting brats."

"How we know you're not cheating too, huh Gladio? I bet you've got cards tucked up in your mullet!"

"...Prompt, we can take this outside if you want."

The bickering continued without any means to stop--yourself included. While the four were seated around the coffee table, you sitting on the floor, smiling as you continued to interact with Umbra. The precious dog was eager for your affection, his tail wagging rapidly the more you rubbed his head and belly. He seemed excited even more than usual today--which you thought was simply because you fed him some tasty treats that you grabbed from Lestallum's marketplace.

With all the energy coursing through him, Umbra found himself caught in a loop of hopping onto your lap, snuggling against you before scampering away to rush across the room, then launching himself back at you once more. The adorableness--just too cute to take--left you in awe as you cooed and fawned over the dog.

Umbra was returning from his fifth loop around the room, his paws padding across the wooden floor as he zoomed towards you. With a wide smile, you outstretched your hand towards him, a gesture to take his paw into yours. His blue eyes were sparkling as he neared you, letting out a cheerful bark as it sat before you. In fact, the more you looked into his stare, you noticed that they were more than just bright with joy, but that they were...

Shining?

However, you weren't able to completely make sense of Umbra's peculiar appearance, for as soon as his paw landed onto your palm, the shine in his eyes seemingly engulfed you, he and your entirety encompassed in white light as you disappeared with a shriek of Noctis's name.

Your startled tone didn't register completely with the prince at first as he turned his head away from the King's Knight match. However, he quickly became alarmed, gasping out your name as he leapt to his feet. The others, noticing his reaction, immediately took action as well, their expression horrified to see that both you and Umbra had seemingly disappeared into the light.

Without a moment's hesitation, Noctis rushed forward, hoping to grab onto you and Umbra before the shining brightness in the room disappeared. As he desperately ran forward, his hand was open, stretched out ahead of him to latch onto you.

Anything, any part. Whatever was necessary to keep you here.

And just as the light vanished, he was successful in grabbing something.

The material of the bra you were wearing, the fullness of your breast right in his palm.

You shrieked in surprise.

Noctis cursed and fell back in astonishment. "Hey, what the hell--?!"

"Yoooooo!" Prompto gaped in awe as he, Gladiolus and Ignis approached you and the prince, his eyes blown wide open--were it physically possible, one could see hearts in his blue gaze.

"What in the world..." Ignis began, only to succumb to a complete loss of words as he felt heat rise to his face.

As surprised as he was, a grin stretched across Gladiolus's face as he remarked with amusement, "Well, well, look who we've got here."

At that moment, Noctis regained his footing, his gaze rising up to meet yours. And it was then that he realized what the shock and awe was about.

Undoubtedly, it was you standing before the four of them. But with the slight narrow of the eyes, certain features of your face and body more pronounced, the familiarity of your demeanor that now carried a mature edge to it, he was beholding the sight of your future self.

Who was also currently half naked save for some form-fitting, enticing lingerie.

"Noctis!" Your jaw dropped as you brought a hand to your mouth. Immediately, you looked behind him, seeing Ignis, Gladiolus and Prompto before your gaze returned to him. A smile suddenly broke onto your face as you reached forward to cup his soft cheeks with your hands. "Ahh! Look at you! I forgot how baby-faced you used to be!" Your voice in a gentle coo, your thumbs ran over his skin as you admired its softness. "What with you insisting on keeping that beard--as good as it feels though~"

"B-Beard?" Noctis repeated incredulously, just as Gladiolus broke out into deep, hearty cackle.

"And here I thought you'd be looking like a boy scout for the rest of your life!"

"O-Oi!" Noctis exclaimed, his cheeks becoming flushed with embarrassment. He was about to shoot a glare back at Gladiolus, were it not for you suddenly pulling his head to your chest. And while getting a faceful of your breasts wasn't new to him--they were his preferred pillows during long drives and campouts--there was some unique nuance to being pulled against your future self. Nurturing, warm. He resisted from nuzzling against your chest to take in your inviting body heat.

"Aww Gladio, be nice to our ki-- Our prince!" You hummed while cradling Noctis in your arms. Facing forward, you were able to get a look at the other three. While it was amusing to also see a Prompto in his youth--which wasn't much since he looked nearly identical to his future self sans the facial hair--the playful look in your eyes softened as your eyes trailed over Gladiolus's forehead and Ignis's eyes. Part of you wanted to say something, to warn, but you knew better than the intervene.

That would be one punishment from the King and your fellow Kingsglaive that you'd rather steer clear away from. Besides, everything eventually worked out in the end.

Gladiolus lifted an eyebrow, the grin on his face teasing. "Not that you standing up for Noct is anything new, but someone's being pretty handsy." From the way you took control of the situation--as opposed to huffing and telling the two to knock it off before leaving it to Ignis to settle things--and grabbing Noctis into your arms just now, there was an assertiveness that he was catching off of you, one that could only be developed and honed over time. This new side to you intrigued him as much as it did arouse, wondering what it'd be like to bed you, to see who would literally end up on top.

"Aaahh, aaahh, can't I get in on this love fest too?" Prompto questioned suddenly, waving his arms around. Though his eyes shone vibrantly blue as ever, all he could see was green from seeing Noctis nestled up so close to your chest while you remained scantily clothed. Without delay, he pointed at both of his freckled cheeks with his index fingers, smiling sweetly from ear to ear. "Don't you wanna feel my face too, babe? While I'm sure I'm as handsome as ever in the future, don't you wanna enjoy a little throwback with me? Considering that you seemed to be dressed for a special occasion!"

Prompto only received a smack to the back of his head by a wary Ignis.

"Prompto, I'd rather that we not interfere with the time stream. As though we don't have enough to deal with," Ignis sighed while pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. His gaze shifted to yours, eyes bearing into your own--thankfully Noctis was in the way, else he would've certainly fallen to temptation to survey your body fully. Though his face was calm, there was something nostalgic to the intensity in his stare, one that you wished to savor for as long as you could.

Murmuring out your name, he queried, voice laced with concern, "From your...attire and your happy demeanor, can we assume that...your past self currently is in good hands?"

"'Past me?'" You drawled in repetition, only to start giggling, a sly grin spreading over your lips--the sight proved to be even more enticing to the four. "Given what I was up to with you all in the future, I am positive my poor darling's but a lamb that landed right in the lion's den." Your eyes closed for a moment, feeling a heat ignite within you, slowly spreading through your body as you visualized what you were certain was currently going on in the future.

Overwhelmed.

That was truly the best way to describe what was happening to you. More likely than not, your flustered self would be sitting upon Noctis's lap after he stole you away from Ignis, going on about how a throne would be a more fitting seat for a princess. Not that it would deter the other three, who would be determined to have you for themselves, to drink up and savor your youth with their mouths and hands.

If your clothes weren't torn off by Gladiolus or Noctis, they'd be yanked down by Prompto so he could sate his appetite for you, or kept on--at first-- for Ignis to grope you through, his voice in a low purr as he remarked on how precious you looked. Funnily enough, amidst their rivalry with one another would only bring forth collaboration through all the merciless teasing they'd put you through.

Gladiolus nudging the corner of your lips with the head of his thick cock, humming wickedly as he muses whether you can handle him with 10+ years of experience. Prompto grinning from ear to ear as he relished in being the older, mature one between you both for once while he readied his camera to ensure this moment would forever be captured. Ignis licking his lips clean while drawing his mouth away from your center, his voice sultry while admiring the taste of freshly picked fruit. Noctis grasping your hips tightly while he has you ride his cock, growling about how serving King Noctis was far different from when he was just a prince. And yet, those would all just be mere appetizers before you would be in the center, stuffed full with cock while still feebly begging for more as they continued to feel you up. You were certain Noctis would refuse letting you leave his lap, keeping you still while he rammed his cock up inside you, leaving the other three to determine who would get to claim your ass.

In present time, however, the four just watched as your expression melted from proud and playful to lewd and yearning. Honestly, Prompto was expecting for your nose to start bleeding from how entranced you seemed to be in thought.

However, realizing what you were in the middle of, you quickly brought yourself out of your self-induced trance as you smiled with assurance towards Ignis, "Past me is in good hands alright. Plus, with Umbra there, I should be able to come back whenever need be. Though, since I was actually in the middle of getting felt up by you, Iggy--" Your smile quirked into a smirk when you saw his shoulders stiffen. "--before I was brought here, there's absolutely no way that any of the four of you would pass up the chance."

"Which, on that note..." Wickedness swept over your expression, a look that proved to be tantalizing to the four as they anticipated for what you had to say next. "...leads me to the question-- No, rather, the suggestion of..."

"I'm in!" Prompto cried out while hurriedly tearing off his vest.

"Ahh, so Prompto has volunteered to hunt down the Catoblepas on his own," Ignis noted curtly, his hands clasping together. "Surely, an excellent display of bravery. We should all follow after his lead."

"C'mere you," Gladiolus sighed before yanking Prompto into a headlock.

Noctis only sighed into your chest. At last, he felt at complete utter peace.

You broke out into laughter yet again, your heart fond of how--in retrospect--the dynamics of their friendship never stopped, but only flourished. "I thank you for the volunteer, Prompto. Maybe I'll have my way with you first~"

"What."

Gladiolus, Ignis, and Noctis immediately sent you sharp looks, whereas Prompto looked as though he was beholding the gentle light of heaven itself. "R-Really?!"

"It could be," you shrugged with a smile. "Or, you can all come at me at once~ I feel it wouldn't be something I can't handle."

"That a challenge?" Gladiolus stepped towards you like that of a predator. You wanted to lick your lips as you could see that alluring fiery determination ignite in Gladiolus's eyes.

"You can interpret it as such~"

Noctis's arms hugged around your torso, lifting his face up from your chest. "In that case, I'm in on this too...also, like hell Prompto's gonna go before me."

"Is this...what we're really going to be doing this afternoon?" Ignis, the voice of reason, queried with complete and utter exasperation.

"Aww Ignis, you don't want me?" You gasped, feigning your hurt.

His gaze met yours, seizing and possessing it on the spot, "Far from it, for I intend on savoring you like finely aged wine."

Your knees buckled slightly. This Ignis--right when he was at the peak of the uptight, formal nature that eventually mellowed with time and all that the five of you went through--was already riled up.

Clearing his throat, he clarified, "Rather, I only ask because I was wondering if we're to claim you on the bed, or shall we have you sprawled on the coffee table. If it's the latter, then I guess we'll have to settle our King's Knight match at a later time, no?"

"Yeah, after my King's Night," Noctis huffed, turning back to eye him with annoyance. "But enough of all the goddamn chit-chat..." He quickly faced you once more, his desire to stand up to your challenge shining in his eyes. "Show us what's to come, we'll show you what you've missed."

And then, Noctis took the opportunity to cup your cheeks, drawing you forward to claim your mouth with his.

Truly anything could happen during King's Knight.

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survivor-islands-of-adventure · 5 years

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EPISODE 13 - FINALE

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Really happy that Mark won immunity but nervous about Dan's idol. We are trying to vote Dan out this round and then Charlotte the next. Pat, Mark, and I are taking f3. Period.

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I tried to do something to split the votes in case Dan felt like he didn’t need to play the idol. He’s the only snag in me Chelsea and pat getting to F3. I tried to spin it to pat and Chels that he’s an immunity threat, which he is. But I’d rather have Charlotte in F4 than dan bc I know she’d take me to the end. I know pat will take me to f3 as well as Chelsea (I’m pretty sure anyways) but idk where dan sits. He’s voted with me and against earlier in merge. I’m hoping I played up this unlikable asshole character enough to where they all think I’m a goat. RIP Charlotte ily

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I'm so glad we agreed to vote Tracey because Chris quitting made it so much easier to get to the top 5 and I pray to God we can can pull it off. I really really really want us to be in the top 4 with chelsea mark and dan. I'm a little nervous that mark is going to somehow oull in charlie and get dan out. but thank god Dan has his idol to save himself. I trust that they wouldnt target me but i just feel like because i mentally want charlie gone that mark senses that I trust dan and wants to vote him out. But i'm glad that I can trust those I'm around me except charlie tbh bye girl

CHARLOTTE IS VOTED OUT

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Forgot to do one of these haha, honestly this fire making is gross, I really hope I can win immunity and send Chelsea and Mark into fire making but honestly, I’m so afraid Mark will win and send me and Pat in. I just wanna make the end with Pattttt

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It’s a good thing no one is in mine and Pat’s pms because it’s literally just us objectifying Mark

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So, I feel like this is the end for me. Unless Dan picks me for his F3, I am going home. Mark and Pat are really decent at flash games so it will be incredibly difficult for me to win this challenge against them. I have been practicing all day but I know I'm not as good as the others. However, If Dan takes me to f3, I have a good feeling I could win it all. I know a lot of people like to vote for a lady and I am the only one left ;) I hope in the power of feminism, Dan chooses me to go to f3 with him. Then again, if he's thinking the way that I am, he's not gonna want me in f3 if the jury wants a girl to win. My original plan was to take Mark with me if I won because I would have loved to take the only villain left and beat him at the end. Anywho, I wish the best of luck to my friends in F4 and I don't know who I would vote for if I don't make it. I love them all so much and have since the moment we started working together.

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Honestly, winning final immunity feels so amazing. I do feel like bringing Pat to FTC could be a HUGE mistake, but honestly, I care about him so much and I would hate to see him miss out on his first ever FTC. Mark is going to hate me for sure, and I'm never gonna be able to convert him to homosexuality now but :/ Chelsea hasn't formed that same bond with me as the boys, so as much as I hate being a meninist, I can't justify really taking her to the end without her doing fire making. I screwed Pat over so bad in Niue and honestly, I just feel like I can't do that to him again. We had a bond from day one and honestly, if I lose this game because I rekindled an incredible bond with someone? I'm still a winner. I feel like I definitely have made moves in this game that show that I played my best and I am 100000% proud of everything I've accomplished this game. I want to win, but not at the cost of losing a friend.

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I flopped in the challenge so now I have to go back and forth with the other three to try and get someone to drag me to f3. I think my only hope is probably Dan because Pat and Chelsea are 100% taking eachother. I think Dan is between Pat and I. I'm really trying to play up the whole "my social game sucks" and im so "unlikeable" card. So help me god if im the last juror on another season that I feel I played good enough to win im going to pull my hair out of my receding fucking hairline

CHELSEA IS ELIMINATED

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Mark is a fucking loser. I feel so dumb for even considering him to be a good person and friend. Like I know I'm just angry and he's just angry, but at the same time literally fuck off. Imagine being such a sore fucking loser that you can't even feel some sort of joy for the person who won who you opened up to about things and shit with. Like come on dude. You're just being a fucking asshole.

MARK IS VOTED OUT

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Quite honestly I feel like I blew FTC and I’m gonna get second, but I have had so much fun playing this game and have absolutely zero regrets in what I did and who I aligned with. Do I see the game I played? Yes. Will the jury? Probably not. I just hope I get at least 1 vote

#pihvv2 #notice #confessionals

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puckish-saint · 7 years

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Lechuza Renegade

Reader Insert Pacific Rim AU Part 2 Part 1 here

The kaiju codenamed Rift emerges while Jack and Gabriel give a press conference. They grin and bear the questions and the jabs they take at each other, looking to the world like two good friends teasing each other.

Below the table Gabriel’s hands are curled into fists.

An assistant comes up on stage, whispers into Jack’s ear. Gabriel learns from the shift in his expression there’s been a signal. They cut the questions short, Jack smiles and makes a lighthearted joke and while the collective attendants swoon they get out and back to the Anchorage Shatterdome.

Helix Paragon waits for them ready to deploy. All she misses are her pilots who gear up in silence, no longer exchanging friendly banter or assurances of success. They stopped that kind of thing years ago.

“Helix Paragon ready to deploy.” the AI announces as their suits connect to the cockpit. They drop down onto the Jaeger proper, stumble at the impact.

“Initiating neural handshake in Twenty … Nineteen ... “

Gabriel’s mind is on the mission, going through the briefing they’ve been given on their way here. It’s a category two, small but fast and it has almost reached land. The residents can’t be evacuated in time. They all rely on Helix Paragon to save the day.

“We’re watching over you.” Jack says to the cockpit camera, knowing the footage is being transmitted all across the world. They’re celebrities, Jack especially so. He can barely take a shit without some tabloid writing about it. Something twists in Gabriel. He refuses to call jealousy.

“Eyes on the price, golden boy.” he says and steels himself for the drift. It always brings up things he’d rather forget. His and Jack’s bond was forged in blood, the strongest kind there is. Or was, once upon a time. These days it’s like drifting with a stranger.

“Neural handshake in five .... four ... “ Jack frowns at him but gives the camera a last wave before focusing on the mission.

“Three … two … one …” Something is wrong. The drift comes into view, memories rush past him but it’s wrong, he feels like he’s watching them from afar, he’s not in the drift, he can’t feel Jack like he used to. He’s alone.

It ends as quickly as it started, throws his mind back into his own body. They’re both reeling.

“Neural handshake: failed. Would you like to try again?”

“What’s wrong?” Jack says, distressed although he doesn’t show it. Gabriel runs a diagnostic on their system. All readings come back green.

“Reinitialising neural drift. Three … two … one.” Again the pull of the drift, then a sensation like crashing on the water’s surface, unable to sink beneath. “Neural handshake: failed.” The guys in communications panic. Jack barks at them to figure out what keeps them from drifting, no longer the composed and friendly boy next door. A meek voice calls over the comm, audible to Jack, Gabriel and every single person who’s watching on TV.

“The systems are functioning. You … you’re not drift compatible.”

A year and a half later the effects are still felt wherever he goes. Previously people didn’t think it possible to stop being drift compatible. It was supposed to be a lifetime deal, as sure and set in stone as someone’s eye colour or the size of their hands. The footage went around the world, dissected, analysed, discussed. Parodied, more than once. They both need new co-pilots, are grounded until they find a new partner. Gabriel doesn’t know if he wants one. Things with Jack had been bad long before the incident. They’ve grown apart, argued more than worked together. When in the beginning they spent every waking second together, in the end they mostly avoided each other. It’s a bitter aftertaste to a friendship given shape in a seven hundred feet robot. A robot they’re fighting over like children.

“People associate Helix Paragon with me. She and I are symbols of hope.” Gabriel bristles, has to stop himself from punching Jack out. He reigns in his temper, if barely.

“And what am I a symbol of in your little story?” He spits the words and then spits literally at Jack’s feet, who recoils like he punched him after all. He collects himself quickly, gives as well as he takes.

“Failure. Your attitude that prevented us from drifting. You’re stubborn, antagonistic and that cost a dozen people their lives. If Pinnacle Light hadn’t intervened in time ... “ “Blame it on me, golden boy, like you do everything else. Everytime things went wrong in that cockpit you found some way to heap it on me. Now it’s my attitude? I’ll give you a fucking attitude-” “Reyes. Morrison.” They snap to attention, muscle memory overriding the wrath boiling hot underneath their skin. Only now Gabriel realises how close he and Jack are. They subconsciously moved towards each other during the argument, posturing and threatening without words. Only the Marshal’s arrival prevents fists from flying.

“I realise this feels like a custody battle in the worst sense but please try not to go complete Judge Judy, will you? You’re still rangers and are expected to act with the appropriate conduct.” “Yes, sir.” Jack says, ever the teacher’s pet. Gabriel grunts out the same sentiment less enthusiastically. The Marshal regards them both with a critical eye.

“Currently neither of you are ready to pilot Helix Paragon. You need a partner and I’d prefer you get one fast. Whoever is the first to show up with a drift compatible co-pilot gets Helix Paragon. End of story.”

“Yes, sir.” they both say, and eye each other. This has just become a competition. And Gabriel is as sore a loser as Jack is a winner.

Jack reserves twenty hours of drift time the same day. There is no way he already has a new list of candidates, but the next day he shows up with a dozen of his friends and burns through every single one trying to find someone compatible by pure chance. Everytime Gabriel walks past him he has that smug little smile on his face like he can’t wait to rub his victory in his face. Everytime Gabriel’s resolve hardens. Jack won’t get Helix Paragon if it kills him.

He’s more selective in the people he asks to drift with him. Jack may be fine jumping into the cockpit with any idiot but he’d prefer to have someone skilled and capable at his side. He refuses to take anyone lower than in the top ten percent of simulation scores but that gets him a dangerously low yield. Most of the potential rangers already have a partner. Those that don’t …

“Look, Gabe, you’re a great guy, no one says you’re not. It’s just ... ” His heart sinks into his stomach as this rookie squirms and shifts and winds around the explanation he’s gotten six times today. People think he’s an asshole. They don’t want to drift with him.

“Whatever.” he says, waves the rookie away and turns on his heel. Jack’s cruel smile burns into the back of his neck from the far side of the room.

Days pass before he finally finds someone who is willing to try. At least Jack’s tactic isn’t working out for him as he hoped, he’s going through more candidates than anyone else in the program but there’s not a single one who’s compatible.

But neither are the ones Gabriel drifts with, what precious few there are. Again and again he’s forced to listen to the AI telling him the neural handshake has failed.

“I know.” he grits out, curses the other guy out until he runs, damning him and every idiot who steps into that cockpit with him. Everytime he fails Jack gets one step closer to Helix Paragon.

He brushes the Marshal’s assistant off, storms down the long hallways with an expression that makes people jump out of his way.

As he takes out his wrath on the punching bags in the gym the nagging thought that kept bothering him since the incident surfaces from the general muck of frustration.

Maybe Jack was right. Maybe he’s the problem.

It took an open-hearted, sweet golden boy like him to cancel out Gabriel’s attitude and make them drift. He’s always been the one to start arguments under the guise of not taking shit but the truth he can barely admit to himself is that he’s just impulsive. He jumps to conclusions, gets easily offended, retaliates harder than necessary. He hurts people. He definitely hurt Jack with the things he said and did.

Jack waves excitedly from his lunch table. They’ve known each other for barely a week and already he acts like they’re best buddies.

“I saved you a place, Gabe!”

He ignores him, sits down at the other end of the canteen, just because he can. Jack stands there like an idiot, hand slowly sinking.

“Gabe?”

“You Reyes?”

He looks up, sees a Ranger candidate uniform, the look of someone who’s not familiar with their surroundings and tries not to let it show.

“What do you want?” he asks, steps away from the punching bag to grab his water bottle. While he drinks you introduce yourself and explain why you’re here.

“I’ve been posted here from the Hong Kong Shatterdome. My orders are to report to you to test for drift compatibility.”

He gives you a once-over but there’s not much he can tell from appearances alone. All the other people on base he’s seen fight and train, had their simulator scores at least. You are an unknown. Although there’s more to it.

“Who gave that order?”

“Captain Amari suggested me.”

“Figures.” He had a feeling she’d be involved. Over five thousand miles between them and she still looks out for him.

“Excuse me?” you ask, confused. He sets down the water bottle, eyes the ring. There’s more than one way to test for drift compatibility. “Forget it.” he says and stretches, suddenly feeling a lot more optimistic about his chances. “Let’s hope this isn’t just a waste of my time.”

He steps into the ring and to your credit you follow without a fuss, discarding your uniform jacket and boots before taking up a defensive position.

“Best out of three?” you ask. He attacks without an answer.

Fifteen minutes later half the base has gathered around the ring. Neither you nor Gabriel notice. You exchange blows, dance around each other like it’s a routine you’ve practiced for years. He takes a jab, you deflect, counter-attack, he dodges. Sweat stands on his brow, he’s breathing hard, but you’re not in much better shape. He didn’t keep track of the score but he has a feeling you’re tied.

He moves in for another attack, puts you on the defense until you turn the tables and rain a rapid flurry of blows down on him that almost make him stumble. One of your hits goes too high, your defense weakens, he takes advantage.

It’s exhilarating. He hasn’t felt this way since the early days, understanding his opponent on a level that can’t be described, only experienced. You’re drift compatible, he knows it, you know it. Your audience knows it. You keep sparring just because, for the joy of having found someone at your level.

It’s that decision that costs him his victory.

“What do you mean he’s found someone?”

“What part don’t you understand, Reyes?” The Marshal sounds tired of a discussion that technically hasn’t taken place yet. He gestures towards the cockpit of Helix Paragon, currently occupied by Jack and his new co-pilot.

“He came in here five minutes ago, we attempted a drift, they’re compatible. They’ll be piloting the Jaeger.”

His shoulders sag. The Marshal hesitates, like he wants to offer a kind word but leaves it be. Gabriel has never been receptive to those.

If he hadn’t waited, Helix Paragon would have been his. He knew you were compatible a minute after you stepped into the ring. He should have gone to the Marshal right away, instead of fooling around like children in a sand box.

You lay a hand on his shoulder and to his surprise the gesture makes him feel better.

“Let’s get out of here.” you say and he doesn’t need telling twice. Jack will be insufferable.

You end up in a diner a mile off the base, sharing fries, milkshakes and disappointment.

“Would have been cool to pilot Helix.” you say, staring wistfully at the TV screen in the corner that shows Helix Paragon’s first drop after eighteen months of inactivity. People are cheering, Jack grins at the camera like he always has, pretending to be sweet and optimistic, but Gabriel sees the mocking glint behind the friendly facade.

“She’s not that good.” he says derisively. “She’s only a Mk 1, upgraded and retrofitted to kingdom come. Her chassis looks nice but on the inside she’s a mess. Half the time spent in maintenance the guys just try keeping all her parts together. She should have decommissioned years ago but people associate her with the program. They sink funding for three Jaegers into her just keeping her running.”

You hum thoughtfully, trace a pattern into the salt spilled on the table.

“So why’d you want to pilot her?”

The question takes him off guard. It’s not one he’s ever asked himself. Now that he watches the Jaeger patrol the coastline of Anchorage, he realises he should have. Ever since Jack and he stepped out of that cockpit the last time he wanted to be her pilot again, wanted to get back in there no matter the cost. But what he said is true. Helix Paragon is outdated, barely holding together. She’s not the most effective in combat, she’s not the fastest or the strongest. Every drop he’s been frustrated with her limitations, her slow reaction time, her lack of power. Compared to the Mark 3’s she’s little more than an oversized action figure.

“I guess,” he says and shrugs, looks at his milkshake instead of you when he comes to the realisation why he wanted her so bad. “I just didn’t want Jack to win.”

It’s a nasty thing to learn about oneself, his entire ambition based on pettiness. It proves Jack’s opinion of him, proves the others reluctance to drift with him. He’s a dick.

“You’re a dick.” You grin, hold up your hands in defense when his eyes shoot up. “Just sayin’, dude, you kind of are.”

Instead of arguing he huffs, shakes his head.

“You and I are drift compatible, what does that say about you?”

“That I like dick?” you suggest and he laughs loud enough to make half the diner turn and stare.

He hasn’t laughed like that in a long time and it’s enough to distract him from what’s happening on TV. It takes you, shaking his shoulder to make him aware. You and the rest of the diner stare at the live broadcast of Helix Paragon’s patrol. A patrol that just ended. She’s dead in the water.

“What the hell happened?” Gabriel demands, running to catch up with the medics pushing Jack and his co-pilot towards the clinic. The latter is out cold. The former -

“I have a nosebleed, for god’s sake, I can walk there myself.”

“Protocol, Morrison.” the EMT reminds him. Jack rolls his eyes, Gabriel catches himself doing the same. “What happened?” he asks again. Jack answers, sheepish like a boy taken in front of the class to be scolded.

“Connection became unstable. I was alone out there for a split second before I could cancel the drift. They’re towing Helix back to the dome right now. Something messed with the drift.”

“Maybe it had something to do with the huge bag of heroin we found in your partner’s bags.”

Dr Angela Ziegler welcomes her two patients with a frown scary enough to make even Gabriel wince.

“Your ‘friend’, god knows where you picked him up, brought hard drugs into the drift. Do you have any idea what could have happened, the consequences your recklessness might have?”

She directs her team to take care of Jack’s co-pilot and turns the full focus of her wrath against Jack. Despite himself, Gabriel feels sorry for him.

“I just thought … I knew he might not remember drifting, but I didn’t think-” “That’s right, you didn’t think. This stunt could have fried both your brains. You’re damn lucky you got out in time. Prepare for a full physical and pray this didn’t cause any permanent damage.”

She stalks out of the room, leaving Jack, Gabriel and you alone. Jack sighs, runs his hands through his hair and tugs at it briefly before letting go. You noticed Gabriel doing the same and wonder who picked up the habit from whom.

“Guess you won after all.” he says, trying his hand at a smile and failing horribly. It comes out as a grimace and he drops it quickly.

Gabriel doesn’t answer. He stares into nothing, acknowledging neither you nor Jack. Helix Paragon is in his grasp. In a few minutes the Marshal will come in and declare him and you her pilots. He won. Jack fucked up and it’s all on him, there’s no way he can blame Gabriel this time, he won, he has all the power and …

… and Jack sits on the gurney just like he did every day in the mess hall when Gabriel stalked past him without a word of acknowledgement. He makes the same puppy eyes he made everytime Gabriel told him he wouldn’t join him and his whitebread friends for movie night for all the money in the world. He wears the face of a beaten man.

When the Marshal comes in for a debriefing and dressing down, Gabriel tells him in few words they couldn’t pay him to set foot in that ancient bucket of bolts again. He’ll expect his own Jaeger, a proper Mk 3.

“Jack can wrestle with Helix for all I care.”

He leaves before they can ruin the moment.

“Smug bastard.” you say fondly, trailing behind.

Lechuza Renegade deploys for the first time seven months later, an apocalypse on legs, destruction given form, carnage in eight hundred feet of awesomeness.

Her pilots love her like their own child.

#overwatch imagines #reaper #soldier 76 #reader insert #pacific rim au

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deliriousscenarios · 7 years

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Got7 Hogwarts Houses

After much procrastinating on my part, I've finally gotten around to getting this done. Honestly, I needed a distraction and this helped immensely. To the anon who asked for this so long ago, if you're still here and waiting, I'm sorry it's taken me forever to get around to it. I hope it isn't just a huge disappointment, and obviously, this is just my opinion. It's all subjective, and if anyone feels differently, I'd be interested in knowing what houses anyone would've put them in instead ^^ Here goes nothing...

Mr Bravado - SLYTHERIN - I'm gonna be honest, Leader was actually a really hard one for me to house. As much as my brain has been screaming Slytherin, it's also been side eyeing Gryffindor too. Still, he just has so many Slytherin traits it's hard not to place him here. Our Leader is known for his sharp tongue, his pride and his confidence, as well as his cunning. As Jinyoung has said before, you can't get anything past him. I would like to add, as confident as Jaebum can be, he still has his shy and clumsy moments, as do most Slytherins. We're far from as suave as we'd like the world to believe we are, I can assure you. Our leader is very ambitious, and has a sense of determination not just to be the best he can possibly be for himself but also for Got7, he is proud to be their leader and assertive in his role. They are his family and mean a lot to him, and family is definitely a huge deal to most Slytherins. On the flip side, Jaebum is a sore loser, and somewhat an ungracious winner. He can be a little intimidating sometimes, and can come across cold and standoffish when he wants. He is about respect and seems to take hierarchy incredibly seriously. Respect means a lot to him, and is something he wants to both give and receive, and will not be afraid to put his little brothers in their place if they don't respect him. Discipline, love, determination, ambition, and a strong sense of brotherhood are what make Jaebum a Slytherin to me, along with his sharp wit and even sharper tongue. Leader, in my opinion, is just a take no prisoners kind of guy (unless your name is either Jackson Wang or Choi Youngjae, wtf?!)

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Silence is Golden - RAVENCLAW (but also maybe Gryffindor) - Why was Tuan so goddamn hard for me to house?! Honestly, I've struggled with him and Yugyeom the most, wtf? Due to Mark's incredibly playful and teasing side, a big part of me wanted to put him in Gryffindor, and I'm finding it a little difficult to explain why exactly it is I settled on Ravenclaw instead. Okay, so we all know Mark is a pretty quiet guy, right? And though I do think Mark is shy to an extent, I don't think that's why Mark doesn't talk often. I wish I could find it to reference it now, but anyway, I remember reading something once a while back, where someone asked him why he doesn't speak a lot, and Tuan basically said it's because he doesn't wanna be misunderstood and with so many people watching or listening, he's worried that will happen easily. Mark strikes me as someone who is quite wise and actually a deep thinker. I also think it's difficult for him to get a word in edge ways sometimes, and I think most of the time, Tuan is happy to either go with the flow of everyone else, or simply be on his own. Now, that right there is the main reason I haven't put Mark in Gryffindor. Gryff's are big peoples people, they like spending time with others, and many likely prefer it. As much as I believe Mark loves the guys, I also believe Mark likes time to himself and being away from them too. This isn't a bad thing at all, I think Mark just finds it all a bit much sometimes (or I could be completely wrong, wtf do I know?) but this doesn't strike me as Gryffindor trait. I dunno, I really can't decide with Mark, so overall, I'm gonna say Ravenclaw with Gryffindor tendencies ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Extreme Bluff - HUFFLEPUFF or GRYFFINDOR - I've gotta admit I find it quite hard to pick for Jackson too. A big part of me wants to say a Puff but than there are some traits of his that make me steer towards Gryff. The Hufflepuff in Jackson is optimistic in times of trial, caring and unafraid to show it, lives to express himself and expects others to do the same, loyal to a fault, open minded and accepting of all others. The Gryff in him is competitive to a fault, full of showmanship, wants to please everyone and prove himself to the world. With Jackson, what you see is what you get, he wears his heart on his sleeve and he isn't afraid to tell you how he feels. He can put his foot in his mouth sometimes, but with Wang the intention is always pure, no harm is ever truly meant. Jackson possesses all the upbeat positive traits of the Hufflepuff House, along with many of Gryffindors. All in all Jackson Wang is a great guy and his heart is made of pure gold. Also, I reckon Jackson is one of those students who would end up just telling the Shorting Hat exactly where he wanted to go anyway.

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The Real JYP - SLYTHERIN - Okay, I did hesitate over Ravenclaw for a second, and then I was like, "really, Sea? Really?" Good lord above, we all adore him for it, but my god is this guy a catty bitch when he wants to be. Jinyoung is never afraid to put anyone in their place no matter who they are. I mean, how much do we bet that after his first two debut hairstyles, Jinyoung decided enough was enough and put a kibosh on that! I mean, come on, the dude has reclaimed his name from JYP. I'd say that's a very self assured, take what I want when I want it, I'm the boss of me, Slytherin attitude to have. Slytherins are not advocates of playing fair, nor do they run from confrontation. They're not gonna apologise for it either, and that just strikes me as so Jinyoung. With Jinyoung it's all playful, he just likes teasing his little brothers but when push comes to shove Jinyoung is all for his brotherhood, he'll just do it with a flare of sass to liven things up a bit. After all, screen time is very important to him, important enough to drench his teammate with a water gun, and ruin his hair in the process. (Can I just say now, I fucking love Jinyoung for that. Mark did not see that coming. Poor Tuan. But of course, he took it like a champ.)

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Mini Bravado - HUFFLEPUFF - Honestly, how could I put this little muffin anywhere else? I think Youngjae is too pure for even Hufflepuff tbh, but it's the purest house in many ways in my opinion and it's probably the only one I can see Youngjae in. Youngjae is the literal embodiment of innocence, and sunshine, and honestly, him and Hobi are a blessing on this earth I could gush over all day! Youngjae has his sassy moments yes, but what Puff doesn't? Our otter also strikes me as being someone who likes the comfort of home, though that won't stop him from going on adventures. It's just home is where the heart is, and I think Youngjae's heart is with his family, Got7 and Ahgases. Honestly, I read on this Hogwarts House trait thing that Hufflepuffs are a lot like Hobbits, and I kind of really agree with that. They like food, family, home and peace, but the odd few don't mind throwing in a little adventure every now and then. At least that's the sort of Hufflepuff Hobbit I think Youngjae is. The work hard for what you want in life, always be loyal, and always be the best you that you can be Hufflepuff.

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Kunpimook Bhuwakul - SLYTHERIN - Of all the members I can honestly say, BamBam was the easiest for me to house (then Jinyoung). Bam is a Slytherin to the core, and as much as I love him to my core, it ain't necessarily our best traits that Bam embodies. Now, if you know me, you know I see no problem with vanity, so when I say Bam is as vain as they come, please know I don't mean it as an insult. Bam just has a level of self confidence I think we all should aspire too, but sometimes it can come across a little arrogant, and that's when BamBam's inner Slytherin rears its styled within an inch to perfection head. Remember that interview they did with The Show during the If You Do era, and the interviewer asked BamBam to give examples of how well Bam can brag and one of the things Bam said when the guys were teasing him about how someone was paying for all the luxuries behind the scenes, was "no, I earned this myself!" Or something along those lines, and Jackson pointed out how Bam had just neglected to include Got7 in that and taken the credit himself? It was clearly a joke and they were only teasing him, but it's little things like that, that show BamBam as a Slytherin to me. He works hard, and he ain't afraid to get the credit he deserves, even if that means accidentally overlooking his teammates sometimes. I'd just like to stress, I do not mean any of this in a bad way whatsoever, not only am I a Slytherin myself, I also adore BamBam and I don't think Bam is ever doing anything with negative or horrible intentions. He just can't help being a little up his own ass sometimes, but I mean, can we really blame him? BamBam is amazing.

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Giant Maknae - HUFFLEPUFF - I honestly think that out of all of them, Gyeom could've slipped easily into any of the houses. The main reason I would place him in Hufflepuff though, is because of how important Got7 is to Yugyeom. Whenever there's the first signs of conflict in their group, Gyeom immediately starts to panic about their future. That's what's most important to him, and though Puffs aren't afraid of conflict, they will throw their pride aside if it means protecting their family unit. This is something Yugyeom never hesitates to do. He might stand up for himself at first, but as soon as things turn sour for the family, Gyeom will take the blame and try to fix it. This is a huge Hufflepuff trait. They are also hardworking and loyal, which we all know Yugyeom is. You don't get that amazing at dancing without practicing your arse off day in and day out. Though Puffs aren't universally known for being big risk takers, they will play with chance every now and again, and I think both Yugyeom and Youngjae embody that characteristic well. Though I think that's only to an extent. For instance, and I don't mean this in a bad way, but I don't think either of them would've willingly put their names in the Goblet of Fire. Not to say their awesome arses wouldn't've been chosen if say, someone did, I just think that like Harry, they wouldn't've been happy about it.

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#got7 hogwarts houses #requested #sea's talking shit again #got7

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