#(well on the 16th she's here buT FOR NOW I CAN LOOK AT HER BEAUTIFUL FACE)

[nightmareonpeachstreet]

HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A WOMAN SO BEAUTIFUL YOU STARTED CRYING--

[helen-with-an-a]

My WIPs

My Masterlist

Hi everyone. So I've got a lot of WIPs and drafts and things and I'd thought I might share them so you can see what's in the pipeline for 2025.

A little disclaimer: these are in no way a promise to be written. These are just ideas that are in my head right now. I want to write them all but there are a lot and sometimes ideas come and go.

I'll try and update this somewhat regularly but yeh. I hope you enjoy looking through these.

Fluff | Angst | Suggestive | Angst/Comfort | Smut

Barça Femeni:

Baby (R comes to live with Alexia when she first moves to Barça and it's finally her last uni exam)

Kicked Out (R gets kicked out of her home)

Knight in Shining Football Kit (Alexia steps in to save R from an uncomfortable media interview)

Hyper (R's a little crazy at times and Alexia has had enough)

Tips (R wants to take the next step in her relationship with her gf, naturally she goes to the team for some tips)

That's a Lot of Blood (TW: medical incident; blood) (R cuts herself whilst making her dinner)

I'm Just Tired (TW: medical) (R's chronic illness takes a turn for the worse)

It's Ok To Be Sad (R is a ray of sunshine, but sunshine can sometimes hide the clouds)

Holidays (R doesn't feel too comfortable about going home for the off season)

AWFC

Hot Mess (R is Kim Little's younger sister and isn't living up to expectations)

I Don't Understand Her (R has undiagnosed ADHD but the team don't understand)

Alexia Putellas

Bratty (18+) (Alexia is a bit of a brat)

Winner Winner (R is a musician and wins her first grammy)

Beautiful Girl

Night Out (18+) (Alexia and R go on a night out with the team)

Talking Her Through It (18+) (Amor and Ale try to get Ale to squirt for the first time)

Notes in the Margin (Ale stumbles across some old books of Amor's)

Subspace (Blurb) (Ale goes into subspace for the first time)

I'm Sorry (Ale gets a little clingy)

First Time (18+) (It's Ale and Amor's first time together)

Ouch (two-part series) (Ale and Amor get into a fight)

Lena Oberdorf

Jealousy (18+) (R doesn't like the girl trying to flirt with Lena)

New (R and Lena's relationship is very new and they're still trying to figure things out)

What are you doing here (18+) (Lena and R have a one night stand. R gets a new job)

Georgia Stanway

Something's Different (Keira notices something's a little different with Georgia)

Traditions (Georgia and R have their own way of celebrating big wins)

What About Me? (R has felt a little neglected by Georgia recently)

Ona Batlle

Broken (Ona challenges R to a game of football)

Lucy Bronze

It’s all my fault (R doesn’t cope very well when they loose an important match)

Jessie Fleming

Senses (multi-part series) (Putellas!R) (R moves to Chelsea to get out of Alexia's shadow, in doing so she falls in love with Jessie)

A Person to Call Home (Jessie comforts R through not qualifying for the Euros)

Ingrid Engen

Nerves (18+) (2-part series) (It's R's first time)

Keira Walsh

Let Me Show You (When it hits home that Keira and Lucy are done for good, R offers Keira to show her what she's missing out on)

Aitana Bonmatí

Oblivious (R is a little oblivious to Aitana's advances)

CWFC

Benched (R goes from starting line up, to super sub, to unused substitute)

Release Schedule

All fics are to be released at 9pm on Fridays

March

7th: Senses pt3 (Jessie Fleming; Putellas!R)

14th: Outshine (Alessia Russo; sister!R)

21st: Senses pt4 (Jessie Fleming; Putellas!R)

28th: Beautiful Girl Night Out (Alexia Putellas)

April

4th: Senses pt4 (Jessie Fleming; Putellas!R)

11th: Baby (Barça Femení)

18th: Senses pt5 (Jessie Fleming ; Putellas!R)

25th: Nerves pt1 (Ingrid Engen)

May

2nd: Hot Mess (AWFC)

9th: Nerves pt2 (18+) (Ingrid Engen)

16th: Let’s Go On A Date (Beautiful Girl)

23rd: Rooftop 18+ (Beautiful Girl)

30th: So Ridiculous (Misa Rodríguez)

[smileyerim]

right where i left you

jaehyun knew he’d be fine if he never saw you again — until he saw you again. overwhelmed with the realization that you’ve moved on, jaehyun must come to terms with his feelings for you… again.

part 1: in hell there’s heaven

pairing: ex!jeong jaehyun x ex!reader

genre: angst (shocker i know) !!MDNI!!

length: 3k

warnings: adults smoking weed, adults drinking alcohol, mentions of cheating, mentions of vomiting, it’s alluded that a character has a panic attack but not explicitly stated

net tags: @kflixnet

playlist here!

Jaehyun isn’t quite sure why he’s here. The bass feels like it’s thumping deep in his bones in an uncomfortable way, and only other guy in the smoke circle just asked him to Venmo him for the weed. Jaehyun just shrugged and pulled out his iPhone, but in retrospect he feels like he was done dirty. All he can do about it now is shrug and let out a huffed breath.

“You okay?” A very pretty girl sitting a bit too close to Jaehyun asks with a coy smile. Under any other circumstance, or on any other day, Jaehyun would have indulged her. Taken her home, maybe. Certainly wouldn’t have passed up on the opportunity to see what she could do for him.

Except today isn’t just any other day, it’s November 16th. What would’ve been your 2 year anniversary as a couple.

“Yeah.” Jaehyun let’s out with a blunt tone, tearing his hazy eyes away from her equally as hazy ones to stare into the crowd at the party.

His decision to ignore the beautiful blonde to his left brings back the same question that’s been circling in his brain ever since he faked a smile all the way to the stoner corner— why is he here?

He thinks about you in that moment; as he does a lot these days, and especially on days like today. He thinks about how you would’ve hated to be here, that you wouldn’t be caught dead in a scene like this on a Wednesday of all days.

Well, maybe Jaehyun is wrong about that because there you are.

Woah, he thinks, eyes nearly bulging out of his skull in shock.

His heart picks up in pace when he focuses his eyes on your figure. You’re really here, holy shit.

There you are.

There you are standing in the archway to the living room scanning the crowd. There you are looking as beautiful as ever, obviously looking for someone.

He frowns, trying to follow your line of sight to whoever it is you’re searching for. He scans the faces in the crowd, hoping to see the familiar faces of your girlfriends.

For a moment he ponders if you’re looking for a man, but he shakes that thought off pretty quickly. There’s no way you’ve moved on, he thinks. Jaehyun still can’t listen to certain songs because they’re attached to memories too painful to relive. You must be as hung up on him as he is on you.

Right?

Jaehyun panics, sitting up straight from where he was sinking deeper and deeper into the old sofa that was once a bright orange, but now a muddy brown in the corner of the room. He leans his elbows on his knees and rests his chin in his palm as he zeroes in on you walking across the floor, and into the sea of people.

Quickly, Jaehyun stands and follows after you into the crowd with just enough time to see a man clad in a leather jacket place a welcomed kiss on your lips. Your own arms are looped around his neck, and Jaehyun can see the shimmer in the man’s eyes as he stares down at you once he pulls away. Which, by the way, seems to be unfavorable for you. Jaehyun thinks as he watches you pull the man closer to chase his lips.

Holy fuck is all his flabbergasted brain can come up with as he stumbles back, hand coming up to his chest.

Thank God nobody in this swarm of bodies is sober enough to notice his odd behavior. He takes full advantage of that as he turns on the heels of his Nike’s to run away from the scene before him. An overwhelming feeling of nausea cloaks him from head to toe at the shock.

Before he even knows it, he’s outside with his hands on his knees as he dry heaves into a half-dead rose bush. When he coughs, they feel an awful lot like painful sobs. When he shuts his eyes to try and equalize his spinning world, all he sees is your lips against those of another man.

He shakes his head, spitting into the dead branches of the bush as he stands up straight with a pained groan.

He sighs, eyes shutting tightly as he lets the scene play over and over in his head. It’s too much, but also not enough to make him cry, so he just sits and swallows back the painful choking feeling in his throat.

All Jaehyun feels is overwhelmed. Uncomfortable, unsure, and overwhelmed. He’s never been all that great with identifying or expressing his emotions, he didn’t even know he loved you as much as he did until you were gone, and today is just like the others.

He wishes he could articulate the thoughts running through his head. He wants nothing more than to call his friends for support, but he doesn’t know how. He doesn’t know how to tell them what he just encountered. He doesn’t know how to tell them how it made him feel. He doesn’t know how to even build the courage to take his phone out of his back pocket and just do it.

He’s still standing with his eyes screwed shut next to the bush when you find him. Your heart churns when you see how pained he looks, but you quickly shake yourself out of it enough to call his name.

His head whips up at the sound of your voice, and you’d be an idiot not to recognize the look in his eyes as he stands before you.

He then quietly calls out your name back to you, and you aren’t sure if he’s in shock, or trying to confirm that you’re actually here in front of him.

“Hey.” You say and offer him a small smile. You can feel your palms beginning to get clammy and your heart thud in your chest. You hate confrontation. Breaking up with Jaehyun was the hardest and bravest thing you had ever done.

He doesn’t respond, just trailing his eyes up and down your body. Not in a sensual way, but in the way that you can tell he’s attempting to read you but failing. His eyes do stop for a moment more on your lips, and it’s not hard to know why. For the last fifteen minutes all Jaehyun could think about is your lips. Your lips pressed against a man that isn’t him, to be specific.

Ignoring the creeping memories of the last time you stood in front of Jaehyun as he ignored you, you continue on the one sided conversation, “Why are you over here?”

That seems to do the trick with knocking him out of his thoughts. He stands up straighter, looking down at the bush and sniffing back his congestion awkwardly.

“Threw up.” Is all he says. It’s the same nonchalant tone he spoke in during your last fight.

“What? Seriously?” You yelp out, stepping in closer to look at the bush with morbid curiosity.

“Nah,” he says, having watched you step in closer with caution, “almost though.”

He isn’t sure why you’re talking about this, or why he’s even letting you lead the conversation in this direction, but soon the follow up question comes.

“But, why?” You say, frown in between your brows. He looks at you with a disbelieving look on his face before he realizes you weren’t kidding. He wants to laugh at how classic it is, at the fact that you don’t even recognize how much he’s in love with you still.

He shrugs, digging his fingers into the front pockets of his jeans. He pauses for a moment in the silence, distracted by a water spider skimming the surface of a muddy puddle that is just inches away from your foot. He wants to laugh, you would freak out if you knew a spider was this close to you, but he doesn’t point it out to you. If he did, he would just be cruel. He’s not yours to joke around with like that anymore.

With another scrunch of his nose and a sniff, he looks up into your eyes. His heart skips a beat, and that delays his speech, but he gets out his proposal nonetheless with a dry voice.

“Can we talk?”

You smile a sad smile at him and nod, turning on your feet to walk towards an old sun bleached cooler that’s been sitting in the front yard of this house since Jaehyun’s been coming around. Jaehyun wants to urge you not to sit, he doesn’t trust the structural integrity of the cooler, but he doesn’t. Wouldn’t your new boyfriend be weirded out by your ex looking out for you?

It’s a real question that passes through his mind, one that he doesn’t have an answer for.

“So,” is what you say to urge him to speak and it takes Jaehyun by surprise.

His stupidity really blows him away sometimes, he thinks, as he realizes that his total lack of foresight led him to starting a conversation he doesn’t know how to have.

“I don’t know what to say.” He says in honesty, noticing how you have a slight pout on your lips as you stare up at him from your sitting position on the cooler.

He wants to kiss you, of course he does. You’re the most beautiful girl on all of planet Earth and you’re sitting only two feet away from him with your lower lip slightly jutted in a confused pout. Jaehyun is a man after all.

You giggle and look at him with much more grace than he deserves and say, “Tell me how you’re feeling right now.”

“I don’t know, I’m feeling a lot.” He says honestly, and you validate him with a nod before asking your next question.

“Is the party making you anxious? Is that why you were over by the bush?” You ask, choosing to play the long game to get the answers you want out of Jaehyun. It was common practice in your relationship, and you surprise yourself by how quickly you’re able to slip back into that role.

Do you want to be here? You aren’t sure. Usually you’d be too afraid of him abandoning you to even ask yourself such questions.

Jaehyun wants to roll his eyes at how oblivious you’re being to the cause behind his behavior. He’s fed up with you not noticing him.

“Do you know what day it is?” He says, empty eyes piercing into yours. You gulp, your sweaty hands sticking together uncomfortably as you rub them together.

You were hoping he wouldn’t bring it up. You figured he’d be acting too laissez-faire to show his cards in such a way.

“Of course I do.” You say, almost shouting out the phrase.

“Then there’s your fucking answer.” He spits and you detect the creeping feeling of anger climb up your belly and into your chest.

Jaehyun did that a lot while you were together, bottle up all his feelings until they came out in bitter anger. You always had enough grace for him. You never left him without a second chance. You did it to protect him, protect you two together. You were consumed with fear of losing him, so you gave him shot after shot.

But what’s left now? What’s left to protect? Why does he need any more chances?

Suddenly empowered, you stand and look him in the face, “You won’t get away with that now.”

This only fuels his fire, “What the fuck is the point!”

You step into his space and look up into his angered eyes, “Why did you ask me to talk?” Your tone demands more than asks. Your knees are shaking. Confrontation still doesn’t come easy to you.

He breathes out and seems to calm a bit when he answers your question with one of his own, “Who is that dude?”

A knowing look finally crosses your face as you look at him with disappointment, “Why can’t you ever just tell me how you’re feeling, why do you play these… these mind games!?”

You step away from him, frustration overwhelming you as you look up at the moon as you say your next phrase, “Why do I always have to figure it out myself?”

You look at him, pleading eyes. He’s never heard you speak with that tone, you’ve never looked at him like this before. For the countless time this evening, he’s in shock. What did this breakup uncover in you?

He says nothing, finally being brought to silence. He has no answers for you, he wishes he knew himself why he did what he did. Why he could never be fully honest with you— with anyone, for that matter.

That’s one of the reasons he loves you so much, you met him where he was. You never expected him to rise to your level.

“Look, I need to tell you something.” You break the quiet and step closer to him. He meets your gaze with desperate and sad eyes, no longer cold.

You sigh, feeling very small under his gaze, breaking eye contact and shaking your hands by your sides to dry off the sweat. Fighting the anxiety, you look back into his eyes and ignore the way your heart skips a beat.

“I would’ve stayed if you had fought for me out on the porch that night.” You breathe out, the fear of rejection always associated with vulnerability hitting you like a truck. His face morphs into an unreadable one, and your palms start to feel clammy again.

After what felt like hours of eye contact, he finally speaks.

“But I didn’t.” He says very quietly, eyes darting between your two as he attempts to commit them to memory. This is the last time he’ll have you like this, he suspects.

“No,” you sigh, “you didn’t.”

He shuts his eyes tightly with a sharp inhale and he looks like he’s about to cry. Your heart squeezes and you feel your own tear ducts threaten to awaken.

“How about now?” He says with a playful lilt in his voice once he collects himself. It almost makes you giggle, his natural charm shining through and reminding you why you were with him in the first place.

You break eye contact with him for a moment and suck your lips in between your teeth and look down at the distance between your feet.

The ball is in your court. Would you be crazy to consider taking him back? Something deep inside of you urges you to take the leap, which feels terrifying. Logic tells you to run away, but your heart won’t let your feet move back.

Instead, they move forward as you step to wrap your arms around Jaehyun’s middle in a tight hug.

He stiffens for a moment before melting into your embrace, one hand coming up to hold the back of your head with the other arm around your waist. He pulls you in closer. Closing your eyes and letting out a deep breath, it feels exactly as you wished it would.

“I missed you.” You say, and Jaehyun’s heart picks up a beat when he realizes what this means.

Are you giving him a second chance?

“I won’t ever— I… fuck,” Jaehyun stumbles over his words as he attempts to pick the right ones to make you not regret your decision. So many words are bouncing around in his head, he considers just kissing you the way he used to when he got overwhelmed with his feelings for you.

He feels over the moon with joy at this moment, but also weighed down with pressure. His heart is beating a mile a minute and you can hear it, nuzzling in closer to give him time.

He closes his eyes, reveling in the feeling of having you back. He was right. You are the love of his life. He’s never felt this way before, and he’s sure he won’t feel this way ever again.

For the first time tonight, what he says comes easily.

A whisper of “I love you.” Escapes his smiling lips. He’s bouncing with excitement to hear you say it back. You bite your lip and anticipate the giddy feelings to wash over you to urge you to share in his sentiment.

But they don’t.

The feelings never come, in fact, you feel the opposite. A dreadful feeling sweeps over you as you frown, biting your lip until it hurts.

“Say- say it again.” You request with a small voice that Jaehyun is far too love struck to notice sounds a little off.

He pulls you out of the hug this time to hold you by the shoulders and look straight into your eyes. He’s positively beaming with love. He’s never looked at you like this before and it only breaks your heart more at what you know is coming.

He says your name very slowly before speaking, “I never stopped loving you. I love you so much.”

Suddenly, the glass shatters in your heart and a sob escapes your throat, cowering over yourself with tears beginning to flow.

It’s wrong. You can’t describe it any other way. The feeling in your gut and the lack of feeling in your heart are telling you all that you need to know.

This, whatever it is now or once was, is wrong.

You continue to sob as Jaehyun stands before you with a confused frown on his face. Is he supposed to comfort you? His heart has been tugged around like a dog on a leash all evening long, he’s nearing the end of his rope. All he has left to give you is his honestly. All he has left is his love.

But something’s wrong. So wrong that Jaehyun, the most emotionally unintelligent and unaware person you know, notices.

“I— I can’t do it again.” You sob into your hand and Jaehyun quickly attempts to reassure you. He feels a sweeping sense of relief, he still has you.

“Baby, it won’t. I will never cheat on you again.” Jaehyun says with as much sincerity as he can physically muster.

His obliviousness makes you cry harder, shaking your head and directing your teary eyes to his.

“No, Jaehyun. I can’t.” You blink tears out of your eyes and swallow your sobs as confusion paints over his features again.

“I don’t get it.” He says plainly and you frown, taking a shaky deep breath in and out.

“We aren’t getting back together. I’m sorry.” You say before brushing your shoulder past Jaehyun, leaving him speechless in the front lawn alone to run indoors.

Jaehyun feels like he just got the wind knocked out of him as he stands, speechless and unmoving. Each inhale he takes feels more and more shallow, a dry cough escaping his throat. He has to remind himself to blink, counting his breaths as he inhales and exhales rhythmically.

Slowly, Jaehyun trails his gaze up to the full moon shining bright above. It was a full moon the night you first left him too, he remembers.

Unlike last time, though, all Jaehyun does is stare. He doesn’t scream, he doesn’t beg, he doesn’t plead for answers. He just stares.

Just like before, Jaehyun stands with the midnight breeze and the bright full moon. Alone, devastated, confused.

Right where you left him.

a/n: i know you want me to talk about the twist ending but i want to talk about how much i love all you readers <3. this is my first and only fic to ever have a consistently interested reader base. like i have people coming into my inbox with theories. theories!!! y’all are paying THAT much attention? man that means the world to me fr. thank you so much for loving ihth and i hope this fic did it justice, you waited a long time for it.

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[vampire-apostrophe]

I should be going to bed…

I’m gonna talk about the Snow White dresses in way too much detail instead.

Firstly I want to touch briefly on fashion history but not how you’d think. This is an adaptation of an animated film in the 30s. No matter what the design of the dress was they would have to make it the most bare bones version possible simply because the work of consistently having detail would be extreme. The design they chose is iconic and also clearly inspired by the time. They want her to look young and sweet and wear a nice dress. They weren’t trying to make a historically accurate dress. From what I can gather the film was vaguely 16th century which makes sense but the adaptors didn’t want to make accurate 16th century clothes in their magical vaguely historical film… makes sense.

(here is the original dress)

here is a mid 1500s dress for reference

there’s some relation but it’s not accurate and didn’t need to be.

One this that I really noticed throughout the film in my rewatches is that Snow White is clearly wearing petticoats that you see when she moves. That’s the reason her skirt has so much motion, there’s nothing for it to cling to. It was also quite common for the time. (This is something we don’t really see nowadays which honestly is a shame because they came be really helpful) Besides that we can also see puffed sleeves and a bodice. I would assume it is either laced in the back or laced closed in the front like a kirtle often is.

Now for the adaptation.

Well.. They are clearly trying to remake snow whites dress.

There are some clear changes like longer sleeves and hems and different lacing in the bodice which aren’t horrible choices (no idea why you would make the waistline flat though especially with the lacing).. Still there’s two important aspects that I feel led to the dress kind of failing

A) Proper use of layering. This outfit looks like a single dress she put on and not a slip, petticoat, skirt, top like most outfits were. It looks like it’s all sewn together and maybe someone less interested wouldn’t notice or have the words to say why that’s wrong but it’s doesn’t make logical sense.

B) The use of fabric isn’t great. The dress is clearly made with what looks to be layers of tulle. It does have movement and some shape but its a very modern fabric and using different material would have gotten you much better overall effect.

Instead of looking like clothing that someone would wear in a fantasy setting it looks like a costume.

Now Apostrophe, you might ask, Why do you care so much about this….

Putting aside my love for fashion and its history. Putting aside my belief that when making art you should strive to always do well and that children deserve well made movies and art…

The reason I’m so mad is because I’ve seen it be done well.

this is Natalia Osipova in the ballet Giselle

(Gifs were made by ksennie I believe. I will double check)

I don’t think that this dress made with Snow White in mind but this proof to me that the costume could have been translated to live action. This was done by someone with an understanding of fabric and structure and it is beautiful. It moves perfectly and her movement is completely unimpeded by it…. They understood how to use fabrics and layers.

Just because it’s an adaptation doesn’t mean you can phone it in.

I honestly just feel bad for the actress and the people watching who won’t get to see something beautiful like this.

[i-loveoldermen]

KNIGHT KÖNIG X CHUBBY & SUNSHINE & PRINCESS READER

MPV: I really love the Knight x Princess trope it's just so beautiful and adorable! And I thought, why not write about it with our favourite giant?

🎀Warning: angst (good ending)🎀

The sun shun brightly through the young princess room, lighting up the big bedroom and shining right on the princesses face, emphasising all her cute features. The young 10 year old felt bored and she quickly turned around on her bed making her lay on her back and looking straight at her desk that had been cleaned by the maid earlier. The princess blew on the hair that had gently fallen on her forehead to move them away before sitting up.

Jumping down from the bed, she quickly ran out of the room and started looking for something fun to do. She sneaked pass all guards and maids, and made her way towards the flower garden which she had planned to plant anything she wanted when she grew up. Running around in the guard she giggled through the whole place chasing butterflies and admired their beautiful wings.

The young princess did not notice certain blue, grey eyes observing her with his head tilted to the side. His lips was slightly parted and his eyes wide and curious. He had never actually met the young princess and was shocked by her enthusiasm and beauty.

The young boy accidentally stumbled back breaking a branch underneath his feet causing the princess to still her movement and look towards his direction. The princess smile widened and her eyes brighten up.

"Hi there!" She yelled joyfully making the young boy freeze and not blink once. The princess walking slowly towards him with her same sweet smile and waved her hand.

The young boy gulped down the lump in his throat and with broken voice he replied back a squeaky 'hi' causing the princess to let out a soft giggle.

"Are you new here? I've never seen you here before!" The princess asked smiling brightly as ever.

"Well yeah actually.. my dads a cook here and he asked me if I wanted to come so I joined him and may have sneaked pass him to come here, its really pretty in the guard." He replied softly looking down at her.

The young princess looked up and had now realised he was quite tall but ignored it anyway. "Oh! I agree! It sure is a sight here. Lovely flowers never failed to amaze me. I've always loved the beauty and the smell of them. The maids always come by and noticed my love towards flowers so the always bring me books about plants and they always me so calm and happy" the princess spoke not noticing the boy admiring her.

"O-oh yeah! Flowers sure are fascinating" he spoke still looking lovingly at her.

"Oh my! How rude can I be! May I know your name?" She asked tilting her head.

"König" he replied short.

"I'm y/n! Nice to meet you könig! I hope to see you again, for now I need to return before guards notice my absence." She said waving and leaving back the flushed boy.

Weeks pass and the both grow quite close, königs father was quite shocked at his sons enthusiasm as he was a shy boy and never dared to talk to anyone especially because of his height and how boys his age make fun of him. So könig avoided making friend, but when he noticed the young princess he grew fond and actually felt happy being with someone.

Many boys eyed him jealous as they believed he did not deserve the princesses attention and he should stick to girls as tall as him.

Y/n had gotten to know königs father and complimented deeply about his wonderful cooking and mouthwatering bakings.

His father quickly understood his sons change in behaviour as the princess was leaving wonderful influence on his son.

One sunny day, the princess sat on the grass next to könig with a wide smile and hummed sweetly to her self before gasping happily causing the boy next to her to turn his head towards her.

"I have an idea in how we can be more closer!" She yelled throwing her arms in the air.

"What is that?" The young boy asked excitingly.

"You can become my Knight at my 16th birthday and then we'll always be together.!" She placed her hands on his shoulders and gently shook them in excitement.

König smiled brightly and nodded his head, as a naive 12 year old he stood high and placed a hand on his chest towards his heart.

"And I promise if you do make me your Knight, that I'll shall forever guard you and make you safe from harm" he said proudly causing y/n to giggle.

Smiling brightly, y/n jumped high and wrapped her arms around könig making him frozen in place. She gently turned her face towards his red face and smiled while tightening her arms around his neck more pulling him closer, his breath hitched but after time he slowly wrapped his arms around her more softer form.

Years pass and time flew quickly to y/ns 16th birthday. Men all around the village gathered around, hoping to be the chosen Knight, but the bored princess had already chosen her only one. She gently placed her arm on the reel of the balcony that had the view on the whole area and her other arm rested underneath the bored princesses chin, it had been months since her last encounter with her chosen Knight and all his excuses were about how he was training for her and she believed them leaving him alone for concentration.

Her eyes looked around and she met the familiar blue ones that brought her joy making a huge smile form. Her lips slightly parted when she noticed how more matured he looked. More physique and his face looked more serious. But as soon as his eyes meet her beautiful ones that he believed brought him calm and peace made him smile and give a small wave. The princess quickly waved back and sat straight now more excited knowing her true Knight had entered.

The battle begun and many men were quickly eliminated making könig more relaxed knowing he was making it to the finales.

Hard challenges were past until the very last was left. A young fine men with bright green eyes and blond hair smirked at könig and chuckled. "I shall warn you now, that you will not win, as I'm certain I'll win, and even if I did not pass, the princess with surly chose a more bright looking man then a... well beast" the man said motioning towards könig height.

Only did this not bother könig, but also motive him into believing in himself knowing he'll win, and that surly you would chose him.

The finale begun and the two opponents were having a sword fight. König almost dogged all hits but due his massive size, he had accidentally been his a few times. But even so, könig successfully hit the blond many times. The fight was intense and the princess stressfully bit on her nails parying for könig.

The game ended in tie and had come to the final round. After many hits könig took advantage of his size and quickly jumped on the man and brought him down. The blond quickly gave up being frightened and ran away. König was quickly announced winner and the princess quickly ran down the stairs having a bright grin.

"König! Oh könig my great friend! How shall I describe my happiness for you? I'm more then proud to call you my Knight!" She yelled jumping into his arms ignoring all the gasps and weird looks that were given the princess.

The shy Knight quickly noticed the weird glaces but chose to ignore them and wrapped his much bigger arms around her chubby form.

Looking up to him she had her sweet-honey smile and let go of him stepping a few steps back giving her father space to announce him Knight.

The day went amazingly and she quickly dragged könig into her bedroom happily and jumped on her bed while könig stood by her side.

"Oh by the way my lovely Knight, your uniform his on my desk." She smiled lovingly at him causing warmth to surround his heart. A small smile find its way towards the quiet Knight and he made his way towards her desk picking up his armor. Its looked so shiny he noticed his reflection on it. Rising the armor he also saw your reflection. The sweet smile as always.

"How do you like the armor my Knight?" She asked her eyes closing gently before reopening and watching him admire her beauty through his armor.

"Oh I truly love it princess, beautiful, but not as you" he said not realising the affect of his compliment on her. Her face reddened and she giggled before standing up and walking towards him.

"Oh könig, you never fail to flater me" she said while gently caressing his chest earning a soft 'hmm' for responds.

The day ended with the young princess sleeping peacefully in bed while könig stood outside guarding her.

Days pass and y/n and könig grew closer of possible, not a second apart. Her father noticed it aswell but also realising she needs distance as her age for marriage was nearing and he could not handle a Knight for a groom.

Once when y/n was softly planting flowers in her garden her father took a hold of könig and walked with him out. König looked confused and politely asked for answers.

"What is it your highness?" He asked slightly bowing and standing straight again towering over the father.

"I need you to keep distance with my daughter, enought of attraction. I do not want any feelings connecting you two. Is that clear gaint?" He said the last part as a insult causing a small crack in his heart and könig swallowed in a lump before replying gently.

"But your highness-!" "No buts! You obey as I say, I am your king and you're my Knight, and that is your duty!" He said throwing one of his arm dramatically while the other was behind his back.

König did not complain but just nod making his way back to the garden where she was smiling brightly as her eyes caught him.

"Oh könig dear! I looked for you, see my beautiful dahlias! Look how wonderful they've grown!" She said gesturing towards her newly grown plants.

"Yes princess, you're quite right." König replied not showing a single emotion.

Y/n took a notice in this and decided to ask.

"Is everything alright Knight könig? Something seems to be bothering you." She asked placing on hand on his chest.

König gently took her hand and brought it back towards her side sighing.

"No princess, its nothing that concerns you, carry on with you planting." The words came out more harsher then intended causing the young princess to grimace but ignore it feeling small shattering of her heart.

"W-well alright then" she stuttered feeling upset.

The knight quickly noticed her change in tone but could not say anything but let her be.

Days past and könig kept his awful behaviour towards the princess but spoke kindly once in a while, behind the Kings back as not to worry the princess.

Y/n started believe he might have mood swings so she let it be, being blinded by the love she bad for the shy giant.

One day, as both Knight and Princess hung in the garden, the princess chose it'll be the perfect time to confess her long going feelings for her lovely Knight.

"Hey könig, you do know about my age in marriage is nearing correct?" She asked still keeping her eyes on her roses she planted months ago when being ignored by könig to distract herself.

The knight only hummed in responds and the princess quickly turned around with a huge smile.

"Well! My sweet Knight, how to you feel by becoming my Prince instead" she said tilted her head with a worry smile on her nervous face.

Königs eyes widened and his armor suddenly felt more hotter and heavier against his skin.

"Princess i-" before being able to respond he realised the words of her father and decided to keep his promise to the king.

"My apologies princess, but I'm a afraid I have to refuse such a stupid offer. I'm a Knight for you, and that's something you have to live with, but I'm more then happy to help you to chose your Prince." König replied with a smile in the end hoping to smooth her.

But his smile soon faded when he noticed tears running down her chubby cheeks.

"Oh well, didn't know my offer was stupid, you could have just refused kindly." She sniffled as she picked up her gardening tools and left the garden with a guilty Knight.

"Wait, my princess I didn't mean-" "save it könig, I heard quiet enough" she cut him off walking back to the castle with small sobs escaping her.

The day for her chosen Prince arrived and once again, many men and surrounded the castle, even the blond from before.

König stood by y/ns side the whole time stealing glanced time to time and felt guilty and wished he could become the Prince, but he couldn't, especially because of the father.

He noticed that the princess had not once even knowledge the knight, and after the little argument had been avoiding him.

The knight gulped down his sadness and kept his sight on the war between the men.

The fight was intense and once again the blond was left with some random man.

The fight ended with the blond smirking down on the man before waiting for the Kings family to come down.

The King's family came down and congratulated him. The princess sharing a forced and fake smile with him and watched as he bowed slightly and placing a small kiss on her hand causing her to shiver but calm down eventually.

The day ended and the wedding was planned excitedly by her father leaving the sad Princess alone in her bed. She was interrupted from her sorrow when könig barged inside her room with not his usual armor but a pair of regular cloths. He panted as he ran towards her bed and looked at her with pleading eyes.

"Y/N, please my dear listen, I'm so awfully sorry with my behavior with you these past time. But I could not avoid the command as was force to obey by your father by distancing myself from you. So my dearest princess, I ask of you for forgiveness and the kindest of offering me the same offer as before. I promise when becoming you Prince, I shall take care of you with love and protection, and vow to protect you from everything" he said as he leaned closer placing his forehead against the shocked princess

"I... Yes könig! I do want you as my Prince! Oh please do not scare me like that again! I'd be damned if I ever lost you and if I were to marry another, please könig, don't ever leave me" she sniffled as she took ahold of his collar nearing his face towards hers before gently placing her lips against his causing him to freeze.

His eyes soon closed and he gently put a hand on her chin bringer her face closer.

After the affectionate kiss, the pulled apart slightly panting and looking lovingly at one another.

"Oh dear princess, we can't stay her, pack you bags quick, and we shall run and go to my hometown where we're both protected and will love one another without having barriers in between us he said pecking her forehead and standing up helping her up. She quickly rushed and packed everything needed and he hugged her as he jumped out of the window along with her after she placed a note on her desk for her father.

Running away they joked and laughed all awhile kissing and finally being able to love each other as they wish. When reaching home, könig told her that he had planned a garden for her already and said its near a cottage where they both and live and plant as much as they want.

Hearing this, the princess felt blessed and could not have kissed könig harder as they both watched the half planted garden which made the princess happy.

:)

[commiegoth]

Interview with nonbinary trans author Kate Bornstein, promoting her book Gender Outlaw (Mondo 2000 #13, 1995)

Full text under cut

I‘m walking down 16th Street minding my own business. This good looking woman is coming toward me. She's got on baggy unbuttoned overalls and an orange tank top. Her arms look good, her shoulders look good, and what I can see of her stomach looks good. Two guys are standing on the sidewalk. As she passes them, one says to the other, “I'd like to take that one home.” The other guy agrees. The woman keeps walking. Now it's my turn to pass 'em. “I'd like to take that one home and knock A her around a little bit,” the first guy says. I keep walking. The other guy answers. “That's a her?”

But enough about me. This is supposed to be about Kate Bornstein who wants you to read her new book Gender Outlaw. Bornstein used to be a man; now she’s not. Bornstein used to be a heterosexual; now she isn't. Bornstein used to have a dick; now she doesn’t.

She’s a “used-to-be-a-man, three husbands, father, first mate on an ocean-going yacht, minister, high-powered IBM sales type, Pierre Cardin three-piece suitor, bar-mitzvah’d, circumcised yuppie from the East Coast… a used-to-be politically correct, wanna-be butch, dyke phone sex hostess, smooth talking, telemarketing, love slave, art slut, pagan Tarot reader, maybe soon a grandmother, crystal palming, incense burning, not man, not always a woman, fast becoming a Marxist.”

All that’s not what makes her an outlaw. What makes her an outlaw is she sees a time when folks will look at the binary gender system and throw back their heads and laugh— ha ha ha. Males and females and that’s it? Ha ha ha. Get the fuck outta here.

Bornstein’s looking forward to us all living in what author Marjorie Garber (Vested Interests, Routledge) calls the Third Space. “This whole concept of three is so beautiful,” Kate says, “because it includes the first two. I don’t say there’s a third space that exists between men and women. I say there’s a third space outside of the Binary which leaves the Binary as this construct off to the side, very fragile and apt to fall apart.”

If I were a man, everything about me that brings me grief in the world—the way | walk, the way I talk, the way I think, the way | stand, the way I sit, the way I dress, the way | cut my hair, how much I weigh, how much weight I lift—would not only be acceptable, it would be revered. If we lived in the Third Space, it wouldn't even matter.

Bornstein had to learn a lot of rules in order to fit in. Like when a man walks down the street he looks people in the eye; when a woman walks down the street she looks at the ground. And women talk different. They have higher, breathier voices and their speech is more modulated. In mixed conversations, it’s the woman's job to laugh at the bad jokes and fill in the awkward silences. They smile constantly while they’re talking and use tag questions to qualify sentences, like “you know what I mean?”

“All of these customs are forms of self-deprecation,” says Bornstein, “like learning how to keep my knees together and not putting my arm across the back of my seat in the subway train. A lot of that was not so much to be a woman as to pass as a woman, so that I wouldn't call attention to myself.”

If we lived in the Third Space, she wouldn't have had to worry. In fact, if we lived in the Third Space, she might not even have had penile conversion surgery.

“I don’t do well with might-have-beens,” she says. “I resent that I was manipulated into that surgery by every signpost in the culture. I was not aware of other possibilities at the time. I was a total subscriber to the Binary and to the genitals by which it stands.

“I knew I wasn’t BOY, I knew I wasn’t MAN. Neither of those categories fit for me. It didn’t feel right, I have no idea why. I tried for thirty some odd years and it didn’t work. The only other option I saw in the culture was GIRL, or WOMAN. Nowhere did I see that it was okay to be a “real woman”—which I believed in—with a penis! So the next step was get rid of the penis. This insistence on the Binary and the genital imperative that signals the Binary coerced me into that. If I knew everything that I know now, would I do it again? Yes. Absolutely yes, because sex is so much more fun now.”

Back to this idea of the Third Space, how do we get there?

“Cyberspace would be a doorway into the Third Space,” according to Bornstein. “Cyberspace frees us up from the restrictions placed on identity by our bodies. It allows us to explore more kinds of relationships.

“I can go online as anything. I go online as various kinds of women. I've gone online as a guy a couple of times; I’m playing a stable boy in a vampire scenario now. I’ve gone online as different monsters. I’ve gone online as Mr. Spock in a ‘Star Trek’ scenario.

“Cross-gender identity surfing online is so telling: Men slum and women step into the trappings of power as men. You talk to a man after he’s been a woman online and he'll usually laugh and describe some kind of sex he had, usually lesbian sex. But you talk to a woman who's been surfing as a man, there’s this spark there. There’s this wonder. There's this—'They really do have this power!’ As soon as men cop to the idea that women are learning this, they’re gonna be more frightened.”

Bingo.

In Gender Outlaw, Bornstein asks: “If wealth and power are important, and if in this world wealth and power belong to men, then why did I cease being a man and give up that wealth and power?"

Some male-to-female transsexuals argue—often in response to being excluded from women-born-women only clubs—that they didn’t have a real male experience because they were never real males. Bornstein’s not buying it. “I had a bona fide male experience—of course I did. I’ve been bar-mitzvah’d. I hated it. Being male and hating it sets up a fugue experience. It’s definitely a form of madness. | think one way of dealing with the madness is to say it never really happened. That’s a legitimate way of dealing with it, but the fact of the matter is, I spent over thirty years of my life as a man or boy. I did not like it. I hated it. I drank a lot. I did a lot of drugs. I played a lot of arcade games.”

Once you've altered your gender, it’s gotta seem like anything’s possible. The whole world must open up. Does that mean that transgender stuff is the final frontier? Bornstein doesn’t think so.

She believes that once people get a grip on the idea of the Third Space, and transgender stuff becomes passé, we're probably gonna have to look at other binary divisions. “What are the differences between animals and humans? What are the differences between plants and animals? What about artificial intelligence, androids like Data from “Star Trek?” They're gonna be around. | think the gender binary is the one most firmly entrenched in our culture simply because it’s the one that capitalism trades on the most, other than class. We haven't confronted class. A minor communist uprising in Eastern Europe is not dealing with class. Certainly, the United States has never dealt with class. I think the fact that my book actually got published by a respectable publisher is an indicator that the culture is ready to chew on gender, whereas I don’t think the American culture is as ready to chew on class.

“I'd say gender is the last apparent frontier. It’s the frontier that’s just become illuminated. It’s titillating. In public relations terms it’s sexy. In sex terms it’s sexy. It’s a movement, a real live movement—ready or not, here we come!”

Meanwhile, back on 16th Street.

I take a few more steps, then my brain turns over and I say to myself, “Fuck this shit.”

I stop, turn around, walk back, and stand in front of the first guy. “You say something to me?”

He’s shocked. He starts stuttering and shaking his head.

“Uh…uh…no…I was just…I mean…he was just…I mean…he wanted to know—"

I interrupt him.

“Something about knocking somebody around?”

He starts stuttering again.

“Uh…no…uh, I was just… I mean, he just… I mean, I was just saying—"

I interrupt him again.

“You know what it sounded like you said? It sounded like you said you wanted to suck my dick.”

“Uh…uh… your dick?” He looks at my crotch to see if I have one.

(I do, but it’s back at my apartment.)

“Yeah,” I say, “that’s what it sounded like you said. I think you want to suck my dick, don't you?”

He looks at my crotch again, then he looks back at my face. He grins, still stuttering.

Uh...well...I, I, I... I wouldn't mind.”

“That's what I thought,” I say, and walk away.

For an almost complete collection of Bornsteiniana, start with Gender Outlaw (Routledge), go directly to The Last Sex, Arthur and Mary-Louise Kroker (St. Martins Press), and keep an eye out for performances of Hidden: A Gender and Virtually Yours. The unsatisfied can obsessively watch for guest appearances on Geraldo.

[viperwhispered]

Aunt Nerine: inspiration and design thoughts

You can find more information on aunt Nerine in her intro post

Character inspiration

Figuring out aunt Nerine was a very different process to Emi, since this time I actually was pulling inspiration from Disney (and other) sources. Like, you could pretty much say she's twisted from the general concept of a fairy godmother.

Putting together her main influences, the collection would look something like this:

Which would be:

The Fairy Godmother from Cinderella

The three good fairies from Sleeping Beauty

Maleficent from Sleeping Beauty

Fairy Godmother from Shrek 2

Cadsuane Melaidhrin from The Wheel of Time (can't believe she snuck in smh)

and finally, Cupid

(so, is now a terrible time to admit that I've seen neither Cinderella nor Sleeping Beauty? oop)

So, looking at aunt Nerine, I'm sure you all can spot the visual similarities.

(as always, this particular art belongs to moonyasnow)

A vaguely historical dress (I'll get back to this later) like the fairies from the Disney movies, hair similar to Cadsuane's, wings similar to Cupid (& Shrek's Fairy Godmother to a lesser extend), a wand, but the end is a heart like Cupid's arrow sometimes is portrayed as. She also kinda shares the sparkliness with Shrek's Fairy Godmother.

Personality-wise – she thinks she is being helpful, but she is wilful and doing what she herself wishes to do or thinks is the best course (Cadsuane anyone?). She's also... not above being petty or getting back at you if she's slighted, and also has magical power in spades. These are all traits that certainly tie to at least one of her influences.

Plus just the obvious fairy godmother -like character she has in general, even if somewhat twisted in true twst style.

More detailed design notes

Not gonna lie, I had a lot of fun putting together aunt Nerine's outfit and looks. I wanted to pull from something historical, even if I wasn't necessarily going to stick to the historical styles too closely. Still, finally putting to use all those hours watching historical costuming youtubers, lol.

A fair few pics and stuff in here, so putting this below the cut for length.

Her hair actually started off with me thinking of like an Edwardian school teacher. So very voluminous, with a nice proper bun on top. It was only later that I realized that I was kinda going for Cadsuane's hair, too, especially once I realized that I wanted to add some extra bling.

So, this was the vibe I was going for when thinking about the hair:

Y'all can find more pics from this set here

The wings, as I said, were pulling mostly from Cupid imagery. And while it doesn't show in her design, there's just something very funny to me in the wings being something she just wears for the looks, instead of them being an actual part of her.

Gotta have some whimsy when you've been around as long as she has, you know? (No wonder she and Lilia get along, can't remember anymore if it was dio or moony who first suggested this point but you were so right.)

For the pink collar / chest piece I was thinking of a some sort of an partlet + Medici collar combo. A partlet is basically a neck/chest covering and its own garment, so I'm thinking in aunt Nerine's case it wouldn't be a part of the dress, but something that she can swap out. The same swappability goes for the collar and for the sleeves, to keep with the vaguely 16th century fashion vibes she's got going on.

This pic is what I mostly referenced for the idea, though with a lower collar that'd still give room for Nerine's earrings & hair.

The dress itself is definitely pulling from Elizabethan vibes. This is the particular image I used for inspiration, as it shows the shapes well. A conical bodice with a curved upper edge, narrowing out to the waist with a point that emphasizes the illusion of a narrow waist – especially when combined with the full, layered skirts.

I did decide to forego the shoulder rolls and Elizabethan ruffles, tho.

As for the spider web pattern on her skirts...

Since Nerine has a bit of a sona in her too (to let out my impulses to meddle with charas getting together, lol), I wanted to give her a name somewhat reminiscent of what I go by here. I originally thought of Nerrie (a name I've used elsewhere), but in the end figured maybe we could do with a bit more separation between the creator and the creation, lol.

So, I looked for flower names starting with ner – and found Nerine, aka spider lily. And with the name the spider webs became pretty much an obvious motif to include – both because she kinda tangles people in her webs, and because she's not just all sunshine and roses and love love joy joy.

And if you wanna find out what Moony had to work with (other than the reference pics & my rambles), here's the sketch I sent their way:

It really is wonderful what people can do when they actually know what they're doing, huh?

Tagging @diodellet (ty for enabling me to ramble!) @moonyasnow @scint1llat3 @bibi-cha

If anyone would like to be added to / removed from aunt Nerine's tag list, just let me know!

[accihoe]

Case Study 1

Pairing: detective!Bucky x doctor!reader

Summary: Prologue of how the geneticist and the detective met.

Warnings: Angst (in chapters to come)

A/u: 80s (Starts off in late 70s)

A/n: Howdy. Same drill; PLEASE DON'T STEAL MY WORK. God bless.

xxx

August 31, 1979

"Barnes." Stark acknowledges as he walks into the detective's office. "Stark." James says, removing his glasses and laying them on his brown desk. "Here are the evidence forms. We contacted Doctor Banner, but he's caught up in something. So, in place, he's sending his brightest intern." Tony states, sitting on the desk. "An intern?" James sighs, rubbing his cheeks. "Apparently she's good." Tony shrugs, lighting his cigar. "No smokin' in here. Ma complains about the smell." James waves away the smoke. Tony rolls his eyes and walks to the door. "You two start Monday, September 3rd." With that, Tony leaves.

September 3rd, 1979

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Doctor, I'm detective Steven Rogers." Bucky hears Steve as he walks into the building. "The pleasure is all mine, detective. I'm Doctor Y/N Y/L/N." Y/N smiles warmly, shaking Steve's hand. "Doctor? I thought you were a novice." James states as he walks in, and Steve shakes his head with a quiet sigh. "I'm a Probationer, actually. Mr Barnes Junior." Y/N states. "Is that so?" James asks, lighting his cigar. "Indeed. However I lean more towards the science in genetics than medical practice." She says. "Very well. Well now that we've passed the introduction phase let's get to the case, shall we?" Barnes changes the subject. "Yes of course." Y/N smiles. James feels his heart jolt at her warm smile, so he returns it.

September 21st, 1979

"You're aware that the case ended like a week ago, right?" Sam Wilson asks, slipping his coat over his shoulders. "Oh we're very aware. Doctor Y/L/N is just helping me uncover more family schemes and suspect. Because she's a genius and all." Barnes shrugs. "Right. And that's why she's sitting on your desk." Sam says as he leans against his colleague's doorframe. "Goodnight Sam. Take care." Y/N smiles and singsongs. Sam sighs and shakes his head as he leaves, and once his back is turned to them he allows the smile to take over his face.

November 16th, 1979

"Buck, can I ask you something?" Y/N looks over at James, tucking a strand of overgrown hair behind his ear. "Ask away, doc." He smiles, looking down at the filed paperwork on his lap. "How would you like to meet my family?" She hums, twirling his hair between her fingertips. "Isn't it a bit soon, dollface?" He asks, finally looking at her. "I don't think so. For all they know we could've been together since September 3rd." She states calmy. Bucky smiles at his girl, taking her hand into his. "They're going to swoon over you. Trust me. Just brace yourself for questions. They have loads of them. About anything and everything." She says. James laughs, tilting his head to the side. "I can't wait to meet them. When and where do we go?" Bucky is quick to shift closer, intrigued and excited.

They shared their first kiss over New Year's. And, 4 months later, Y/N had a shimmering engagement ring adorning her left hand.

September 3rd, 1980

"And do you, James Buchanan Barnes, take Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The pastor asks. "I do." James smiles, more sure about his answer than he's ever been. "And do you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, take James Buchanan Barnes to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The pastor asks. Y/N sucks in a breath of excitement as she looks at all the seated and waiting guests, and then to her almost husband, his beautiful baby blues shining with the utmost love and adoration, "I do.". "You may now kiss the bride." The pastor announces. The crowd cheers and applauds as James dips his wife and kisses her.

"This is so bananas that on this very day, a year ago, we met for the first time. And now we're married." Y/N says dreamily as her husband kisses her knuckles as they sit at the bride and groom table. "Yeah, love acts in mysterious ways." He agrees, feeling himself get physically lost inside her eyes. "I love you, Y/N Y/M/N Barnes." He smiles, eyes scanning over her breath-taking features. "And I love you, James Buchanan Barnes." She hums in agreement. "Tonight I'm exceptionally grateful that Doctor Banner was busy." James smiles. "Want to know a secret?" Y/N whispers. "Always." He whispers. "He wasn't really busy. But I asked to go in his place." Y/N smiles up at her husband. "Wait. What?" He asks, scrunching his nose up as he smiles.

"Well, I wanted to gain experience fairly quickly, and word about NY's hottest detective on the look for a Geneticist came my way, so I pulled a few strings." Y/N admits. "So I have my beautiful wife to thank for this?" Bucky asks with a smile. "And Tony, for allowing a rookie in on a big case." She smiles playfully. "You helped us ace that case." James says in return.

xxx

This will probably just be a mini-series. But I'll see how it does, and decide thereafter.

[luvistqrzzz]

me personally i think you need to write something sunoo

you're the one i want at the end of the day

01:54 sunoo x f.reader genre: timestamp, f2l, fluff wc: 0.9k warnings: being drunk, profanity, one kiss

summary: when a piggy back ride home leads you to another destination

an: the fact that i had this in my draft for ages and was thinking when to post it😭😭... TYSM for reuquesting this luv🫶🫶 hope you enjoy this <3... i wrote this in a whim one day so excuse me if this isnt that good :/

'Sunoo-ahhhh', You slurred as the said boy dragged you out of Jay’s front door.

Jake, Jay's roommate who was leaning against the door frame, made a disgusted face, 'Fuck, get her out of her. How is she so wasted?'

Turning towards Jake, you raised an accusatory finger at him, 'Yah! I am not… Wasted!'

'Sure you aren't, Y/N', Sunoo whisper screamed. 'Now, let's go.'

After somehow managing to pull a drunk girl out of the house, he sat down on the curb beside you who was swaying slightly before you plopped your head down on Sunoo's shoulder.

The boy stiffened for a fraction of a section, feeling you so close before relaxing again. He was glad that it was 1 o'clock in the morning and the dim street light hid his blushing cheeks. 

He put an arm around you, slightly shaking you, 'Y/Nie, get up, we need to get to the apartment.'

You pulled your head up. 'Nope! I won't. I like it here, with you.' You giggled, snuggling closer to your roommate plus best friend.

Sunoo couldn't help the butterflies filling his stomach, this was so unlike you. Alcohol and its effects. 'We are sitting on a curb', he sighed, making you stand up with him.

You whined a bit before Sunoo pulled up behind him in a piggy back style. 'You have left me no choice, Y/L/N Y/N.'

Thankfully the apartment was just a few blocks from Jay’s place. 

Walking down an empty road in a cool summer night, Sunoo felt a calming silence settle between the two of you.

He turned his head back to find your head on his shoulder, looking up towards the starry night sky. He felt a funny little happiness in him at the sight of your beautiful drunken face staring into the dark abyss. 

'It's so pretty', you mumbled innocently, having sobered up a bit.

Sunoo nodded but you continued, 'I can count 1, 2, 3… 14, 15 and yes, 16!' You exclaimed looking at Sunoo. 'My 16th star, you.'

He chuckled at your antics, his heart doing a little leap, 'Y/N, you aren't in your right mind.'

What were you even implying? Sunoo didn't want his mind to run into false assumptions but the way you looked at his and pressed your cheek against his, he almost wished you felt the same. Almost.

'I am, Kim Sunoo! You are prettier than those stars, you know.'

'Oh really?!' He continued walking.

'Did you also know?' You whispered into his ear, giggling. 'That I like you Kim Sunoo so so much! Oops! That was a secret.' You whimpered, I don't think you like me back, though.'

Sunoo couldn't even control his beating heart and the way his stomach was jumping at each of your words. Were you being real? No no, these must be your drunken words.

But a small voice inside his head spoke, Aren't drunken words sober thoughts…?

You couldn't possibly like him… right?

Well, wrong because the poor red haired boy didn't know how hopelessly in love you were with him, how he was the literal sunshine of your life and how you would give anything to make him feel happy.

Sunoo stopped in his tracks as you whispered, 'I really mean it, Sunoo-ah. I might be a bit drunk but- Ouch!' You yelped as he suddenly dropped his arms causing you to tightly grip on to his shoulders with your feet dangling. Being short definitely had its disadvantages.

You grimaced, placing your feet on the ground. Your head spun a little as you tried to position yourself but you were a lot more sober than the past five minutes, thanks to your sudden words.

The boy before turned around to face you, 'Did you…' He began, however interrupted by you.

'At least give me a warning before dropping me off like that!' You huffed, turning your gaze away from his, shy from your sudden earlier confession.

However, you had to admit that it was long coming. You just needed the push of liquid courage. 

Sunoo moved closer to you, taking your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him. You felt your cheeks burn up at the sudden contact.

'Did you…' he continued, 'Mean what you said two minutes back?'

You looked down at your feet, fidgeting, 'Would you hate me if I said I did? Would you sto-'.

No, you couldn't continue because in the next moment you saw Sunoo step closer to you, taking your face in his hands and met eyes with you, they held this intensity in them, saying something. 'No', he breathed out. 'I wouldn't hate you. I could never hate you, Y/N. I- i like you too.'

You almost couldn't help the smile forming as you closed the distance. Sunoo tensed a bit before melting into the kiss and pulling you by the waist.

When he finally broke the kiss, you looked up towards his bright eyes before you both bursted into a fit of giggles.

'Do you think the convenience store will still be open now?' You wondered.

Sunoo frowned, 'Why do you ask?!'

You smiled, taking his hand, before replying, 'I wanna sober up.'

'... And maybe have a late night picnic at the park beside it with my boyfriend!'

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[thecoddaughter]

I saw an edit by jorjudie on tiktok (@forthehonorofraeskull) of Nara and Kristen to Obsessed by Olivia Rodrigo and now I can’t stop thinking of Nara scrolling through the Solace equivalent of Instagram and accidentally going way to deep down (and maybe liking a photo by accident). So here is what I think Kristen’s Insta looks like through the eyes of specific lyrics. (plus some Nara reactions)

'Cause I know her star sign

Kristen’s 16th birthday

I know her blood type

Kristen donating blood 

I've seen every movie she's been in and, oh God, she's beautiful

AV club short film trailer Kristen and the Bad Kids starred in 

I know she's been asleep on my side of your bed

Kristen and Tracker laughing on Tracker’s bed

And I can feel it. I'm starin' at her like I wanna get hurt and I remember every detail you have ever told me, so be careful, baby.

This is Nara coming face-to-face with Kristen for the first time

She's got those lips

Kristen smiling, next to Fig

She's got those hips

Kristen dancing with Fabian 

The life of every fuckin' party

Shrimp Jump

She's talented

Kristen performing a miracle

She's good with kids

A really old post for Bucky’s tenth birthday

She even speaks kindly about me

A repost of Tracker’s announcement post

But every time you call my name, I think you mistake me for her

A video of Tracker calling for Kristen the same way she calls for Nara

You both have moved on

Tagged photos and videos of Gertie and Kristen making out

Is she friends with your friends?

Ragh with Kristen in a headlock

Is she good in bed?

Tracker, Kristen, & the Bad Kids at a Pride March, Kristen in a sex-positive shirt

Do you think about her? No, I'm fine, it doesn't matter, tell me

Nara staring at Tracker’s crystal on the table, unlocked

Is she easy-going? 

Video of Kristen running into a lake, swimming

Ever controlling?

Alert on Nara’s phone for more likes of the promotion picture

Well-traveled? 

Kristen and the Bad Kids on each of their quests

Well-read? 

Kristen, Riz, and Adaine studying in the library

Oh God, she makes me so upset

Nara smashes her crystal on the table

[sabo-has-my-heart]

I absolutely adored the HC’s you did! 💗

Would you please be happy to do a Izou scenario?

What about being in Izou’s division as a second in command and the two of them go on a mission together?

Reader gets badly injured and thinking she won’t survive confesses to Izou that she‘S liked him for some time now, but was too much of a coward to admit her feelings because he appears to her so ethereal and otherworldly?

Let’s be honest Izou is one of the most beautiful and pretty people around in one piece 😌

Thank you! 💗

Yes, Yes he is. He's my 3rd favorite character (Sabo and Ace are first and second because I love them). I'm glad you enjoyed the HC's and I hope you like this too.

Warnings: blood loss, injuries, light gruesome depictions,  

Word Count: 1325

     Being the commander of the 16th division, Izou hadn’t expected the mission to be easy. That being said, he also hadn’t expected to be hiding in a cave, with you clutching a bad sword wound across your stomach. You were his ‘second-in-command’ the person who took on his role when he was unable to complete them, aided him with his duties when they became too much and always had his back. You were the ‘first mate’ to his ‘captain’. Someone who always had his back and had the strength to prove it. Laying you on the ground, Izou gently removed your arm from your stomach, pulling your shirt up to see the gash. It would leave a scar, that was for certain, and it probably hurt like hell. If he could get you to Marco soon, the scarring would probably be minimal, but there was no telling how long the two of you would have to wait here. The pirates that had tried to invade one of Pops’ territories was stronger than previously reported and left the two of you woefully underprepared for their force. The two of you were probably lucky to get out with only this much, this crew seemed particularly vicious. 

     “So, how’s it look?” you asked, wincing in pain as you tilted your head back, grinding your teeth.

     “About as well as you’d expect from a would like this. We need to get you back to Marco as soon as possible.” he said, grabbing one of his kimono sleeves. You looked up just in time to see him tearing the fabric, before tearing it into strips as he made a makeshift bandage for you, “This should help for now, but I’m hoping to get out of here before too much longer.” he said, tying the last knot on the fabric that wrapped around your stomach. You could only nod, not sure what to say. What could you say? Thank you wasn’t enough, you felt a little guilty that he’d ruined one of his kimonos for you, but you knew he’d never accept an apology for something like this. 

     “I’ll be fine, I can’t exactly let you ruin a kimono and go die, now can I?” you joked, trying to mask your pain. Izou gave you a small smile and nodded. He knew you were just trying to cheer him up, but it was sweet of you. You’d always been fairly sweet, something that he liked about you. 

     It felt like you were waiting an eternity, laying on the ground of the cave, trying to take deep breaths as the pain came and went in waves, each one seeming to crash harder than the last. Though maybe that was your imagination. Feeling something in your hand, you looked up, finding Izou to your side, your hand in his.

     “Just hang in there, squeeze my hand if you need to. It shouldn’t be much longer.” he said softly, making you smile. Even now, with his hair disheveled, his kimono torn, make-up smudged, and face lightly smeared with dirt, you couldn’t help but admire his beauty. The most beautiful man on the Grand Line, no one could convince you otherwise. To you, he always looked like some divine being from the heavens, a beauty so great that it couldn’t possibly be from this world. 

     An eternity later passed before you pulled his on hand, drawing his attention away from keeping a lookout.

     “Izou… I… I’m bleeding pretty badly, I probably won’t make it back.” you said, squeezing his hand again as another shot of pain hit you.

     “You’re going to be fine, Y/n. Just a little longer, I promise.” he said, giving you a worried smile. You just shook your head, you were too weak, there was no way you could make it back.

     “Pretty sure I’m not so I’d uh… I’d like to confess something.” you said, making the man look at you in concern. Taking a deep breath, you smiled at him, “I’ve liked you for years. Not as your second-in-command, not as friends, but… Liked you. I… I love you.” you said softly as Izou stared at you for a moment, “I couldn’t say anything before because I mean, look at you, you’re so… you have a beauty to you that just… like you’re from another world.” you said. Izou opened his mouth to say something, eyes widening when your body went limp. No, no this couldn’t be happening! Not to you! Not to the most spectacular woman he’d ever met, not before he could tell you that he loved you back.

     Groaning in pain, you opened your eyes. Weren’t you not supposed to feel pain after your death? Looking around, your brow furrowed. This looked like the infirmary. Sitting up, you winced, if this was the infirmary, why did everything hurt so badly? Wouldn’t Marco have healed you? Still, it wasn’t as bad as it had been before. Slowly, you removed the bandages, knowing that if and when Marco caught you, he’d kill you, but you had to see for yourself. The wound was stitched closed and looked like it was healing fine. Maybe you weren’t dead? An exasperated sigh drew your attention. Sure enough, there was Marco, looking at you rather irritably. 

     “I’ll have Ace get Izou for you while I rebandage your wound.” he said, telling the fire user to grab the division commander as he inspected your wound. It was already unbandaged, he might as well check it before rebandaging it. It didn’t take too long for the door to slam open, a frantic looking Izou standing in the doorway. A few strands of hair had fallen loose from their usual place and his eyes were wide as they landed upon you, but he looked better than he had back on the island. He was next to you in an instant, pushing Marco aside and pulling you into a tight embrace, much to the doctor’s annoyance. 

     “If you ever scare me like that again, I’ll have Pops put you on deck duty for a month! How can you just admit you love me when you think you’re dying?!” Izou said, his voice wavering as he held you, “You never even gave me a chance to respond! Don’t you know how rude it is to not give a person a chance to respond? How do you think I’d feel knowing that the woman of my dreams died after confessing her feelings to me without ever knowing that I feel the same way about her?!” he continued, his body trembling slightly. 

     “Bad, now get off my patient!” Marco demanded, pulling Izou away so he could continue checking your wound. While he understood that you two wanted a touching moment, it could wait until after your stomach had been rebandaged!

     Sitting in your bed, you let Izou hold you. You weren’t confined to the infirmary anymore, but you were still on bedrest, meaning that Izou had been taking every spare moment he had to visit you, hold you, and keep you company. After a very long, in-depth conversation, he’d told you that he’d felt the same way for quite some time, but had been concerned about your positions as commander and second-in-command to say anything. But when you’d confessed and then fallen unconscious, he hadn’t known what to do with himself. He never wanted something like that to happen again, he wanted you to know how he felt. Running your hand over the still healing wound, you couldn’t help but smile as you turned to him.

     “For all the pain, the trouble, the worry, I… I think I’m kind of glad how things turned out. I’m not dead and I have you.” you said softly, caressing his cheek. Izou could only nod in agreement, giving you a light kiss. He wasn’t exactly happy with how it had happened, but he was content with the outcome so he wouldn’t complain.

[kotylynnemerrill]

So yeah this probably needs a lot of editing but...you know...here we are - here it is.

Enjoy ❤️

Your Words I Hold Forever Ch. 6

March 16th, 1968 4:00 pm

There wasn't too many people at the park just as Fez had expected. That was just fine with him. No witnesses in case he made a fool of himself. And less likely the chances of them being interrupted by someone wanting to purchase certain goods.

Fez had been nervous about today. He hadn't exactly said the word 'date' but there was no denying it...he liked Lexi, liked her a lot and he wanted to do something nice. Even if he was constantly being harassed by Ash for acting like a 'skuz'.

He told her he would pick her up and they could go somewhere and chill, somewhere other than his place, which had recently become a little cramped with the arrival of his cousin Faye.

This had not been anticipated and not a welcome change but Kitty had insisted she stay till things got straightened out with her old man.

But, so far, everything was solid. Lexi had been surprised when she climbed into the car and spotted the picnic basket and the cooler in the back seat.

"A picnic?! Where," she had asked with a sweet furrow of her brows.

"You'll see," Fez had told her earning him a pout.

The stereo played softly through the open windows of Kitty's green Cadillac, accompanied by the soft breeze and the bright sun, it was picturesque.

Dempsey park was probably the smallest park in East Highland but it was pretty and Lexi had gushed with excitement when they pulled up and found a nice spot to park.

Fez untucked the blanket from underneath his arm and neatly spread it out. He could feel the loud buzzing within his body simmer to a steady hum as his nerves calmed.

"Are you sure kitty doesn't mind...the blanket?" Lexi motioned to the crocheted afghan now spread out on the grass.

Fez softly smiled at Lexi standing there clutching the picnic basket in her hands. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, stray strands of cinnamon hair framing her face. She was wearing a simple dress with thick shoulder straps, the coral color looked beautiful on her.

"Nah. She don't mind. But what are you doin with that heavy ass basket?" Lexi looked confused, her brows furrowing when he held out his hand expectantly. "I told you I'd carry that."

"oh!" Lexi laughed a little, realization clicking. "That's okay. It's really not heavy at all."

"Shit ma, I'm trying to be a gentleman over here." Fez said sounding exasperated.

"Well, in that case." She handed the basket over to Fez and he sat it down next to the drink cooler already by his feet.

He made himself comfortable on the blanket and motioned for Lexi to come closer. She adjusted her dress before taking his strong outstretched hand, and settling down next to him.

It was amusing how small her hand was in his. Soft and warm against his skin, he probably held on to it a little longer than was necessary, but she didn't seem to notice or she didn't mind.

Now that they were all settled Fez reluctantly let go of Lexi's had and brought the basket closer. "Okay...now I didn't bring nothin fancy but it's all good. Trust me."

"I'm sure it is." Lexi grinned.

"Hell yeah it is." Fez excitedly opened the basket, pulled out the top compartment with the utensils and napkins, and then pulled out a plate covered in foil. "We got Fezco's specialty sandwiches." Next he pulled out two medium sized round tupperware containers, one was obviously a pie or dessert of some kind. "This right here," he tapped the light blue container " is kitty's doing, her famous macaroni salad. And this" he tapped the dark blue container shaped like a pie "is blackberry cobbler."

"Well call me impressed." Lexi raised her eyebrows. Fez merely shrugged, and clasped his hands together, "Hey you know. I do what I can." Fez fought the urge to smile like the Cheshire cat, but he couldn't help it.

Fez was a simple creature with simple needs and one of those needs just so happened to be impressing Lexi Howard. He knew by now he didn't need to, but he wanted to. He liked that there was an ease to it.

He never thought of himself as a super romantic person, but he was taught that if you like a girl you treat her a certain way. Then again, his grandmother had also told him love was an instinct you couldn't trust...for the first time he thought maybe she was wrong.

Fez passed Lexi a plate with the required utensils and napkin then got one for himself before they both filled their plates with a ridiculous amount of food.

He reached into the cooler with the drinks and produced a strawberry soda, Lexi's favorite flavor, before grabbing one for himself.

"Oh! My favorite! Now you've really outdone yourself." Lexi beamed.

Fez returned the smile. "Glad to hear it."

"Did you know the first sandwich was created by John Montagu, the 4th Earl of Sandwich, in 1762?  Apparently he was playing cards and didn't want to leave the table, so he asked his servants to bring him roast beef between two slices of bread so he could eat."

"Okay...you know I'm gonna ask..." Fez playfully rolled his eyes as he took a bite of his macaroni salad.

Lexi snorted in the midst of taking a big bite of her sandwich. She quickly chewed and swallowed before answering. "I was at the beauty parlor with my mom. I was bored and they had magazines. It was an article in Time magazine I believe," was her simple reply. She took a quick sip of her soda and took another bite of her sandwich.

"I bet you'd find an instruction manual interesting." Fez took a big bite of his own sandwich. Lexi stuck her tongue out at him, remnants of her bite of sandwich still there.

Fez scrunched up his nose, "Eww."

Lexi smacked his foot. "Why not, they're challenging." Fez laughed at this. He should have expected that kind of response from her.

"Okay so when did they invent those then miss smarty pants."

"I don't know everything." Lexi rolled her eyes before cooly forking some of her macaroni salad. " But if you must know a 2,000-year-old Greek tablet was found in 1900 supposedly the first manual ever made, it was for building houses." She stuffed the bite into her mouth and slowly lifted her eyes to meet Fez's. Fez raised a dense eyebrow before laughing.

"And how the hell you know dat?"

"Book on the history of architecture my dad left" Lexi gave Fez a cheeky smile before taking another drink of her soda.

"Mm hmm." Fez took a drink of his own soda, trying to keep from laughing again.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

"You never did finish telling me about the play you're writing." Fez asked putting the last of the food back in the basket. "What exactly is the idea behind it" He mimicked Lexi, stretching out his legs and leaning back on his elbows.

"Oh ion know. It's about like a group of girlfriends who grow up and sort of grow apart."

"So like a coming of age story."

"Exactly!" Lexi gave an excited snap of her fingers. "But I'm worried...like it's based on real people I know, and there are definitely some things they won't like me sharing. Especially my sister. I guess I'm worried they might get their feelings hurt."

"Ohh you really stroking the bees nest with that one." Fez replied, clicking his tongue.

"Really? But that's not my intention at all."

"I mean, if someone invited me to a play and didn't tell me they'd be airing out all my dirty laundry I'd definitely have some questions."

"Like bad questions?"

"Depends on the play."

"Right...but like, would you be mad?"

"Depends on the play."

"Right. Ion know, It's just something I keep going back and forth on. Whether people will like it or not...or will they be upset by it, you know...that's if I even finish it." Lexi finished with a huff.

"You'll finish it...for sure. They'll be showing that shit on Broadway, girl."

"Yeah...we'll see." She sighed, obviously not agreeing with him.

"And I wouldn't worry about hurting their feelings... everybody gets their feelings hurt sometimes, you know? Sometimes people need to get their feelings hurt, you feel me?"

"Yeah...I don't know. This is like, for the first time I'm doing something for myself."

"Shit...I get you."

Fez suddenly smiled, his ears catching the new song that was playing. He glanced at Lexi through his lashes, looked down at her small hand next to his for a second. She looked back at him with a small smile, her cheeks the color of roses.

He took her hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze before tugging on it a little.

"Come on." He tugged a little harder as he stood up, easily lifting Lexi up with him.

"What are you doing?" Lexi let out a giggle as Fez pulled her close and took a hold of her other hand and started stepping to one side then to the other. Lexi fell in step with Fez's movements as they swayed. He cast her out with a twirl, his strong hand holding hers tightly before bringing her back to him, wrapping her tight in his arms.

Fez began humming with the song, then gradually began to sing along.

"No I won't be afraid. Oh, I won't be afraid. Just as long as you stand, stand by me".

He was no Ben E King but he didn't care. This night was going better than he could have ever imagined. He felt completely at ease, like he did this kind of thing all the time.

Lexi soon joined in with her own soft soprano voice as they continued to dance. "So darling, darling stand by me. Oh stand by me. Oh stand, stand by me."

He would have to tell her...and soon. He hadn't quite figured out how yet. For now, he would put that on the back burner until he could formulate some sort of plan. For now...he wasn't going to let all the uncertainties get to him. Everything was perfect here with the music, the sun...Lexi in his arms.

Fez spun Lexi again as they softly sang in unison.

"Whenever you're in trouble won't you stand by me. Oh stand by me, oh won't you stand now, stand...

Stand by me..."

[astoundingbeyondbelief]

Kaiju Week in Review (November 12-18, 2023)

The first two episodes of Monarch: Legacy of Monsters were officially released on November 17, but Apple gave me a stellar birthday present by dropping them in the last few hours of the 16th in my timezone. So far it's living up to the hype. Now, as one of the five people who remember Surface, I wasn't expecting much kaiju action on a TV budget. Fortunately, the characters are compelling (and many of the actors unfairly attractive), while the kaiju make the most of their handful of scenes. With more room to breathe than most Godzilla stories, it's able to show what it means to live in a world of nigh-indestructible nightmares like few before it. Subsequent episodes will continue to drop on Fridays (with an asterisk?), except for this week, which will see a premiere on Wednesday instead, I guess because of Thanksgiving.

Between Godziban, his stint as a Godzilla Battle Line juggernaut, Godzilla: War for Humanity, Godzilla Voxel Wars, and the upcoming Brave Like Godzilla picture book I think I forgot to talk about before, it's clear we've entered the Second Age of Minilla. Godzilla: Monster Island Summer Camp, IDW's first original Godzilla graphic novel, will give him another prime role. The plot:

This fresh Godzilla OGN proves that kaiju are for kids. Especially the ones who’d rather befriend beasts than fight them. As an aspiring cartoonist, Zelda has always dreamed of attending an art summer camp, and this year she finally gets to go! But when she arrives to Make It Summer Camp, she’s horrified to see the easels and sketchboards have been replaced with dodgeball and calisthenics. The camp is under new, suspicious management that’s turned it into an extreme sports nightmare.  Determined to salvage her summer, Zelda escapes to a secluded corner of the island. Here she can finally draw in peace. At least until she stumbles into a portal to a fantastic world! Welcome to Monster Island, Zelda! There she makes a connection with baby kaiju Minilla and discovers the beauty of these legendary creatures. However, all is not well on Monster Island. Great evils are stirring and if Zelda can’t protect their home, the kaiju will unleash their wrath on the world.

Rosie Knight (writer) and Oliver Ono (artist) previously worked together on Godzilla Rivals: Vs. Battra, an intriguing tale with terrific monster art that I thought needed more pages than the Rivals format affords. Looks like IDW agreed. They've really got us nerds by the throat with this premise too. Releasing August 13, 2024.

Read Godzilla Rivals: Vs. Mechagodzilla. Not very good.

Mechagodzilla also looks to feature heavily in the first Rivals issue of 2024, although it's titled Mothra Vs. M.O.G.U.E.R.A. Johnny Parker II is writing, Winston Chan is illustrating. The logline:

Mothra is a great protector and friend to humanity, but not everyone believes the monster is always going to be on our side. When an anti-kaiju group controlling the powerful robotic Mechagodzilla and M.O.G.U.E.R.A. attacks Mothra’s home, it’s up to a few brave souls, an injured Mothra, and a little extra robotic help to save the day!

[hotheadrednecksimmer]

Vault Tec Legacy Challenge

In the Gym, Kenzie and Ellis are reconnecting over their favorite past-time, Yoga.

Kenzie: Is it worse or better than when we were out there? I know we've only lived here for a couple years but was it different?

Ellis: It was much harder than when we were out there. People are getting more desperate as the supplies dwindle, the creatures out there are more dangerous and are mutating. We saw multiple animals that were far more larger than they were originally. You'll never believe how big squirrels are now and how terrifying their clicking noises are when they are headed right for you.

Kenzie: I'm glad you're home and safe.

Ellis: I am too, I thought about you everyday we were out there and it kept me alive, made me keep my wits out there too. I also know you're birthday is coming up, 16 is a big one. I got you something.

Kenzie: You did?!

Ellis: Of course, it's not the car that I had planned to buy you for your 16th birthday but it'll have to do.

Kenzie: Well, are you gonna wait until my birthday or can I have it now?

Ellis chuckles: You can have it now.

Ellis pulls out the satin scarf he and Alexia had found at a run down bar along the way to Goodneighbor. He wasn't able to wash it out in the Wasteland but he was able to dunk it a couple times in some clean water, that had to be enough for the time being.

Ellis: Sorry I didn't wrap it, not a lot of options these days.

Kenzie gasps when she sees the scarf: Dad, this is beautiful. Thank you! I love you!

Kenzie hugs Ellis around the neck and Ellis squeezes her back. He missed his little girl a lot and was glad to be home. The hug lasted a couple minutes, clearly both of them needed the extra-long hug for their hearts. Kenzie never thought she would see her dad again, she didn't want to lose both of her parents. Eventually their hug ended, Kenzie had school work to do and Ellis wandered to his duties, trying to get back into the hang of Vault life.

In the Engineer Workshop, Alexia and Ellis are working on the parts that they brought from the Wastelands to help around the Vault.

Ellis: This part should work for the generator after a couple more modifications. Plus, that part you pulled from that water plant should let us be able to collect rainwater and purify it on a larger scale.

Alexia: That's the plan.

Ellis: Did you want to tag team or attack them individually? Either way, we are both capable. But another set of eyes won't hurt.

Alexia: I'd rather work on my own.

Ellis: Is everything alright? You're being short with me.

Alexia sighs: Yeah, everything's alright. Things have to be different in the Vault than they were out there.

Ellis: They don't have to be.

Alexia drifts off in thought about their time together in the Wasteland.

One drunken night, led to weeks of mistakes. Alexia didn't know how to not hurt Ellis' feelings. Out there, in the Wasteland, she didn't want to be alone, hell, in the Vault she didn't want to be alone. The cold hard truth is that Alexia has never been alone and she didn't know how to deal with it. But if she could only minimize the damage of those around her, to keep them happy, she would do it. Alexia shakes off the memory.

Alexia: We'll see.

Alexia was scared to say anything else, in fear of revealing too much of herself. She kept working on the part that had to work to keep the power on in the Vault while Ellis talked. Alexia mainly tuned out most of what he said but tried to listen for important parts that had to do with the Vault itself. But it seemed like Ellis was more interested in talking about their history.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

That afternoon in the Gym, Ben and Jameson were working out on the treadmills.

Ben: How's Bellamy doing today? Since Bellamy is the only baby, I have let Mabel take over most of the duties, haven't had a chance to see how he's doing.

Jameson: Oh, he's great. He's got my smile and his mama's good looks. Plus he's a happy baby. Almost never cries. I remember Val and Clem crying all of the time.

Ben: Owyn did too when he was at that age. Ophelia has been loads easier. Maybe it's because we're older, wiser, and have a hell of lot more patience.

Jameson: Maybe, Or they are just easier babies.

Ben: Have you gotten a chance to talk to Al yet?

Jameson stops on the treadmill: What are you talking about? I can't just talk to Al, she's not here.

Ben still running on the treadmill: She got in this morning, the girls came excitedly to the kitchen to "not get snacks" for the sleepover they are having with Al. I thought she would've spoken with you by now or the girls would've told you.

Jameson standing at the end of the treadmill he was working out on: I didn't know she was back. I have to go find her.

Ben shouts after him: Okay but if it was supposed to be a secret, I didn't tell you!

Jameson shouts back to Ben: Shut up Ben!

Moments later in the Overseer's Office, Alexia had been drinking and crying when Jameson walks in.

Jameson: Al? Are you really here?

Alexia wipes her face and puts on the best fake smile she can and looks up to him: Yes, It's really me. I'm really here.

Jameson looks in confusion: Your face?

Alexia: I gotta a little banged up and bruised out there. I'm fine though, nothing to bad.

Jameson: It looks pretty bad, Al. Did Saylor check you out?

Alexia: Thanks Jameson, you really know how to make a girl feel special.

Jameson: That's not what I meant by it and you know it.

Alexia just stares at Jameson with a neutral expression. She had gotten accustomed to making sure her face doesn't show her true feelings between all the raiders and well, what happened in Goodneighbor. She knew better than to reveal all her cards in her hand.

Jameson: Look, I didn't come here to fight with you or make you feel bad. I'm sorry. I just, I hate the way things were before you left. I thought about it every day that you were gone, every day I thought you were dead, I beat myself up over how I treated you. I should've listen to you honey, and I'm sorry for that. I know now, Saylor told me all that you had on your plate.

Alexia continues to stare blankly: It took Saylor telling you that I had a lot on my plate and not the words on my mouth?

Jameson looks at her with worry, kinda scared: Yes?

Alexia: Jameson, I thought about it a lot too while I was gone. I thought about you, what happened between us, what happened when we first got married. I deserve better. The girls deserve better.

Jameson looks at her shocked: What are you saying Al?

Alexia: I can't do this anymore.

Jameson: You go away for months on end where you could have died and came to the conclusion that you can't do this anymore?

Alexia: Yeah, that's what I just said.

Alexia sighs: I had plenty of enough time to think about things and this is what's best for me and the girls. They deserve a mom and a dad who are happy, however they may be.

Jameson: I love you, please don't do this Al. I'll change, I'll listen, we can go to therapy!

Alexia: Jameson, Stop! I don't want any of those things.

Jameson: Please don't do this to me!

Alexia: Jameson, please stop, It's over. There's nothing you can do to change my mind. This isn't working, for either one of us.

Jameson: Baby, please, I can change!

Alexia: Jameson, I'm only going to say this one more time. I'm done, this isn't working for me. I don't feel the same as you do. Please stop crying and begging, this is just embarrassing.

Jameson: Okay.

Alexia leaves the room without saying anything more. She should have been nicer, she thought, he was her person for so long and the father of her children. But when she looked at Jameson, all she could see was the pain that he had caused her over the years, while it wasn't bad, it wasn't all roses and champagne.

Jameson sinks down to the floor and thinks about all the good times that he and Alexia had together, had it really been that bad? Was he a bad partner? Nothing made sense to him in that moment. He sat on the floor and just stared at his hands for a long time. When the girls came in for a sleepover with Alexia, he pretended that everything was alright and okay. I'm sure he and Alexia will bring them together and tell them eventually, but he wasn't going to ruin the fun night they had planned. Jameson got himself off of the floor, and walked himself to an empty room, he could go to Mabel's room but he'd rather be alone tonight.

The girls had a great night together sleeping in their mom's room!

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Father’s Day (Jolex Imagine)

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: One of One

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Ship: Alex Karev x Jo Wilson/Jo Karev

Additional Characters: Andrew DeLuca and Amber Karev (Alex Karev’s Sister)

Canon Episode: After Season 20 Episode 10

AN: I will forever be angry at Shonda Rhimes for breaking up such a beautiful and loving couple in such an awful way that destroyed over 10 years of Alex’s character development. But I can correct that mistake even if it’s head canon here on Tumblr. I want to show our appreciation for the dads out there that put our wellbeing above their own and guide us through the roughest times.

Summary: Alex spends Father’s Day with Jo and Luna at home where Jo has a special surprise for him.

Words: 1761

June 16th, 2023

Alex is sitting on the floor of the living room with Luna playing dollies with her while Jo is in the kitchen getting a cake out of the fridge. Jo insisted that they celebrate Father’s Day in style with a small party.

Their guests are Alex’s sister, Amber, and her husband Andrew DeLuca who are also bringing their daughter Lucy. The four of them prefer a small get together themselves so they can catch up without so much noise.

There is a banner on the kitchen doorway that says BEST DAD EVER along with blue balloons in the dining room and HAPPY FATHER’S DAY flags spread on the table.

There is a roast chicken in the oven that is the main course as well as a dish Amber and DeLuca are bringing over. The women figured they could celebrate this special day together and let the father of their children know how much they appreciate and love them.

Jo is reminded of that as she watches Alex sign ‘I love you’ to Luna who smiles. Jo grins at that knowing how much they struggled in the beginning when the ENT diagnosed Luna as having progressive hearing loss.

They cried and threw crap at walls before they reminded themselves that Luna is healthy and alive. They also reminded each other that they had to make an effort to learn a new language so they could teach Luna.

They both committed to learning ASL from books, videos and personal tutorials from Amber who learned sign language in college. They have also been looking into schools for deaf or hard of hearing kids so that Luna can feel included instead of excluded.

Jo chuckles to herself at how horrendous Alex was when he started learning. He would mix words together and they would come out wrong. But he tried so he could communicate with their daughter when most parents would give up. Now he’s better at it with help from Amber.

It makes her even more excited to have another baby with him even when he doesn’t know it. During the wildfire Jo fainted in the NICU and the labs Schmitt ran showed she was pregnant with Alex’s baby.

When they had a pregnancy scare three months ago Jo told Alex that she wanted them to have another child. They agreed to it because Alex wants Luna to have siblings to play with like he did and the idea of having another baby with Jo made him full of joy. Jo suggested they wait until Luna was older before they try again but Jo can see the universe doesn’t always follow with their plans.

Even if it was unexpected Jo is still happy about this and planned a special reveal for the daddy to be tonight.

“Hey, can you guys come here for a second?” Alex yells out sure and heads to the dining room with Luna in his arms. He sees Jo setting two white boxes on the table, one box is large enough for a big cake and one is small enough for a personal cake. He furrows his eyes at the extra pastry.

“What’s with the two cakes? I’m not complaining but you’re the one who said we should eat healthier so we can live long enough to be grandparents.”

Jo grins, “Well this one.” Jo points at the large box, “Is for the adults of this small party and this.” Jo points at the small box, “Is for daddy courtesy of Luna Bear.”

Alex chuckles, “Really? I must be a really good dad to get two cakes.”

“Well Luna wanted to give you something special and I helped. Why don’t you look and see?”

“Shouldn’t we wait for the others to get here?”

“They’re not gonna eat it so there’s no point, come on open it and see.”

Alex chuckles, “Okay normally you’re not this insistent on gifts so I don’t…” Alex stops his sentence when he sees the small round cake inside covered in brown frosting with the words ‘BIG SISTER’ written in green frosting on top of blue frosting with a yellow crown above the text. The words stop Alex in frozen shock before he looks up at Jo with an open mouth still holding their daughter in his arms.

Jo smiles widely at his reaction, “I found out two weeks ago, that’s why I fainted. I wanted to tell you as soon as I found out but with the wildfire and Meredith and Catherine asserting her dominance it didn’t feel like the right time. I wanted to tell you today because it’s a day the good dads are honored. I know I said I wanted to wait a while before we start trying, but life didn’t, and I am happy about this. You are such a good dad already and I am so happy to do this again with you. Please tell me you’re not mad at me.”

Alex chuckles with a grin, “Mad? We’re having another baby how can I be mad about that?” Alex kisses a startled Jo and pulls back with a smile, “You really happy about this?”

Jo smiles, “I really am.” Jo signs to Luna, “Did you hear that Luna Bear? You’re gonna be a big sister! Yay!”

Alex smiles at the thought and hands Luna to Jo so he can sign to her, “Luna being a big sibling is very important. You have to watch out for your little brother or sister and make sure their safe while mommy and daddy are working.” Jo smiles at her husband, “Can you do that?”

Luna simply puts her hand on top of Alex’s causing Jo to aww and look up with an amused smile, “You know you signed sex instead of work, right?”

Alex’s eyes widen at that and groans, “Damn it.”

Jo chuckles, “It’s okay you’re still a newbie and it wasn’t as bad as when you asked your sister to make out instead of make coffee.” Jo laughs at that memory, unlike Alex who looks horrified.

“We agreed to never speak of that again.” Alex reminds Jo in a low voice.

Jo grins and kisses Alex who looks at her lovingly before the doorbell rings. Alex looks at Jo inquisitively and asks a question.

“Should we tell them?”

Jo thinks for a moment, “After the cake?”

“Good idea. Let’s go.” Jo and Alex walk towards the door and open it to let Amber and Andrew in. The DeLuca’s also have their 8-month-old daughter Lucy with them looking cute as ever in a yellow floral dress with her wavy brown hair loose. They go inside to celebrate this special day where the fathers, the ones that put their children’s wellbeing above their own, are celebrated and thanked worldwide. Jo looks at Alex lovingly as he plays with Luna and Lucy in the living room while her in-laws are getting the drinks.  

Jo feels so much joy in this moment that she can’t contain her excitement when Amber and Andrew come back ready to eat.

“Alex and I are pregnant.” Jo announces to them with a smile while Alex looks up at Jo amused instead of mad predicting, she would let it slip before the cake.

Amber and Andrew stand there by the couch in frozen shock comprehending for a moment before asking unanimously, “What?”

Jo chuckles, “Yeah pregnant, knocked up, bun in the oven, positive on a pee stick all of those things I am. We wanted to wait until after the cake to tell you but uh…”

Alex finishes knowing his wife too well as he stands next to her affectionately squeezing her shoulder, “But Jo didn’t want to wait because once she told me she couldn’t wait to tell you guys.”

Amber smiles, “You guys are serious? Your pregnant?”

Jo grins, “Yes we are.”

Amber chuckles and hugs Jo who is startled but hugs back, “Oh my god congratulations! You’re making me an auntie again!”

Jo smiles at this while Andrew shakes Alex’s hand congratulating him too with a smile that’s more reserved than Amber’s display of joy right now.

Amber pulls back, “Okay this is your first time physically carrying so as a good sister and a survivor of pregnancy I am gonna prep you for what’s to come.” Amber sees the men next to her, “But just us girls so the father of your children doesn’t run away in horror come on.”

Amber leads Jo to the kitchen who asks a question along the way, “What’s the hardest part when you were pregnant?”

Amber exhales, “There’s the swollen ankles, the swollen belly that feels like a boulder in front of you, the colorful vomit that’s about to come and then there’s the impending clock of when your body rips apart as you bring a new life to this world.”

Jo frowns at that slightly scared, “Wow you are really selling me on the next eight months of my life.”

“It’s gonna be hell.” Amber says bluntly, “But once that child is out you will feel closer to heaven than anyone has ever been.” Jo and Amber sit at the kitchen, “Now let’s talk maternity clothes.” Amber smiles at that causing Jo to chuckle.

The men are at the living room watching the kids and Andrew asks, “Two kids huh? Are you nervous?”

Alex shrugs, “I was raising two kids when I was 13 so I already know what to expect. Plus, it cuts the parenting time in half since they have each other to entertain.”

Andrew looks enthralled by that explanation, “Really?” He looks At Lucy playing with Luna, “Maybe you can share that wisdom with my wife, so she won’t be so freaked out if I decide to pitch that sale.”

Alex raises an eyebrow at his brother-in-law, “What is our established rule when you married my sister?”

 “I don’t ask you to invade in my personal life and you don’t ask me.”

“Very good.” Alex looks at Luna with a smile as she plays building blocks with her cousin, “She’s gonna be a great big sister.”

Andrew nods with a smile at their respective daughters, “Yeah, she is. Happy Father’s Day man.”

“Happy Father’s Day.” The dads take a seat on the couch watching their daughters play together both feeling love and pride for their kids. Amber and Jo watch from the kitchen happy and content with the father of their children happy to celebrate a day that honors good dads like them who love their children and protect them above all else.

[mars101]

Act 5: -> Scene 2: Lee Juyeon

WRITTEN PART -> (0.8) -> no ss after text

july 6th, 2002

guess who i saw while at the beach.. A REALLY CUTE BOY!!! hehe, this time, he was the one who approached me first.

normally i’m not one to follow cute guys on the first day but… he was too cute to pass up, he said he was going to sail to this little island of the coast of the beach and, i’m looking for adventure aren't i? so i went with him.

turns out he owns a boat, bought it with his own money after saving up. he said it's his life goal to sail everywhere, and he wants to write something dedicated to his travels. :)) SO DREAMY!!!

and such a romantic too, while the boat was steadily heading torwards the island he played a bit of music and we danced together. big sigh, ahhhh

with this cutie, sadly, it's obviously going to be a one-time thing. might as well make this worth our time ;)

July 16th, One day before Yin's Wedding.

After leaving Hyunjae with a jaw-dropping sentence, Yin decides to talk to the only other person available to talk on the boat.

“Hiya Yin! You enjoying yourself? Come here, I'll let you steer the boat”

“omg really!! when i was younger, i loved boats. i used to tag along with the local sailors with my friends”

Juyeon chuckles at Yin as she eagerly goes to grab a hold of the wheel. He softly showed her what to do with controls and when to turn as they start to circle the island.

“oh wait, can i ask you a question?”

“Hmm sure, what's your question, Yin?”

“how did you meet my mom? i just asked hyunjae and now i'm curious so i'll ask you and younghoon too. once he wakes up of course”

The male smiles warmly at Yin, “Let's see, I met your mother when I was nineteen, so around twenty years ago. I saw her on the beach and thought she was pretty, so I approached her, and the rest is history.”

“is that it? come on, juyeon, where are the details!”

“Details? I don't know if you want to hear about everything, though..”

“wait ewww, i don't mean including that”

“Including what??- Oh gosh, of course I wouldn't talk about that kind of stuff.. You're young enough to be my daughter, you know.”

yin freezes up a bit at his sentence but juyeon doesn't notice and continues talking.

“Okay, anyways, I'll start from the beginning for you. We were on the mainland and I was by the docks with this very boat, when I looked over at the beach I saw Y/n or uh- uhm sorry, your mother and I immediately found her attractive.”

“I did the most logical thing to me at the time and approached her. We talked for a bit, learned each others names and where we're from, and then I figured out that she's also traveling. And also later that day I was thinking about sailing to this very island and I decided to invite her”

“wait.. you brought my mom here?”

He nods, “Yes I did, I was surprised she said yes to coming to this island. I was also surprised at how brave I was when I asked her. In the past, I usually wasn't like that, but something about your mother just pulled me in.”

“awe.. it seemed like you really liked my mom..”

“Of course, maybe a little bit more than like though. I consider her as my first love.. I still have a picture of her in my wallet.” He takes his wallet out of his pocket and pulls out a polaroid of Y/n and him, the latter with his arm around her shoulders as she kisses him on the cheek.

Juyeon softly looks at Yin and brings his hand up to ruffle her hair. “Your mother was a wonderful person, I came here to see her again.. She's still as beautiful as ever. And it looks like she raised a daughter as wonderful as her.”

“do you.. still like my mom?”

“Oh no! Of course not.. I hope not.”

july 10th, 2002

sigh.. it's time sadly.. :(

another day, another man to miss. my juyeon is going off to continue traveling. he did offer me a ride back to the mainland, but i decided to stay on the island a bit longer. after all, it's so beautiful here, and the people here were so nice.

remember the hotel and cafe that i wrote about here yesterday, turns out juyeon’s aunt owns it. she said that i could stay as long as i'd like. hehe, maybe i'll stay here forever.

shout out to yin, she's the nicest person i met here. free place to stay and free food, i dont know how to repay her though..

i'll figure it out eventually. for now, i got to say goodbye to juyeon..

dear travel diary, i am living my best life right now.

synopsis = a day before her wedding day, Yin decides to find her father so he can walk her down the isle, the problem? There's three candidates: Lee Juyeon, Kim Younghoon, and Lee Hyunjae.

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