#22 I feel hasn't been that bad but I also feel I'll look back on it like wow that sucked

[bsaka7]

im not emotionally prepared to be 23 this year like it'll be good but it'll start be embarrassing when i forget im old enough to drink

[david-talks-sw]

An allergy to the Prequels

While I'm putting together a post about the evolution Lucasfilm's transmedia strategies, this part kinda turned into its own thing!

So I'm not sure if anyone else noticed, but, uh... there hasn't been that much Prequel content since the Disney sale, right?

'Couple novels and comics, some episodes... but nothing meaningful.

The more I look into it, the more it feels like a deliberate avoidance to touch on anything Prequel-related - beyond the required quota, that is - to a point where they'd rather tell stories set during periods that are Prequel-adjacent (Dark Times, High Republic) than something set around Episodes I, II and III.

On-screen policy: "pretend they never happened"

I mean, this one's no secret. When The Force Awakens had been announced, with J.J. Abrams at the helm, everyone sighed in relief. "Finally, George Lucas won't keep ruining the franchise."

When Abrams had been announced as the director of Episode VII, I remember this cringey animated video started circulating online, titled "4 Rules To Make Star Wars Great Again" or "Dear JJ Abrams":

“Star Wars isn’t shiny and clean... Star Wars is a western.”

If you ask me, those two things are not mutually exclusive.

'Cause Star Wars has always been both, for many Prequel kids. Both clean and dusty, Coruscant and Tatooine. There was never a disconnect between the Original Trilogy (OT) and the Prequel Trilogy.

Even the documentary The People vs George Lucas shows Prequel-hating fans begrudgingly admit their kids felt all six episodes tied seamlessly.

Abrams, on the other hand, said: "I think [the "Dear JJ" video] was right on." Later on, he also said:

he considered "putting Jar Jar Binks's bones in the desert" on Jakku, somewhere, and

he intentionally made the lightsaber fights "rougher", "primitive" and "more powerful" unlike the fast-paced ones in the Prequels.

Later, we found out he wanted to blow up Coruscant.

It's clear he wasn't a big fan of the Prequels.

But y'know what? Not many fans over 20 were, at the time. And when The Force Awakens came out, most them celebrated it as a wonderful love letter to the OT.

Star Wars is cool again. Mission accomplished 🙌 !

However movies keep coming out, and references to the Prequels - if there are any - are literally just that... references.

Sometimes in the shape of a cameo ("hey look, Genevieve O'Reilly from the Ep. III deleted scenes is playing Mon Mothma again!")

Sometimes in a name (Luke name-dropped "Darth Sidious"!)

But nothing set during the Prequel era, and nothing treating the events that happened in that period as relevant or impactful, beyond subtextual nods.

In fact, the trend of avoiding anything Prequel-related continues as the final film in the Skywalker Saga comes out:

The Rise of Skywalker has a secret Sith society that chants the name "Palpatine" instead of his Sith name "Darth Sidious",

the film pretends the Kaminoans never existed,

and neither TROS nor Trevorrow's Duel of the Fates script even try to bring Hayden Christensen's Anakin Skywalker back on screen. Let that sink in, we're talking about the Chosen One, Skywalker Senior, whose sins caused this whole mess... and his name isn't even uttered once in the final chapter of what Disney dubbed the *Skywalker* Saga (or the entire Sequel trilogy, for that matter).

But hey, The Clone Wars got renewed for one last Season! That's cool right? So many stories had gone unfinished and somehow the animation looks even better than befo--

-- oh. It's not 22 episodes? Only 12?

Four of which had already been shown to us, but hey! We need to set-up the Bad Batch series, so let's shoehorn those episodes in there, and forget Son of Dathomir, Dark Disciple or Crystal Crisis.

*sigh* Better than nothing, I guess.

In other mediums: "just not a priority"

Now this is something that I'll explore more in the transmedia post (and purely my interpretation), but the noticeable change between Lucasfilm's transmedia strategy *post-ROTS* and the one post-Disney sale is that:

Before, the games, comics and novels were the main content. After all, Revenge of the Sith had been released, so that was it, for the movies. Thus, a variety of other content was being cranked out to keep the Star Wars franchise relevant. There were comics set 100 years after Episode 6, comics set 25,000 years prior, games set in the Old Republic era, other stories in the New Republic era, novels galore, a couple of parody films and an animated show, The Clone Wars, which sometimes received its own tie-in comics, novels and games.

After the sale and ever since, most of the transmedia products have had only one goal: promoting the films & streaming shows.

So while in 2015 you won't see an abundance of Prequel content... you'll see an avalanche of OT books and comics come out.

Why? Because the heroes of that era will be in the Sequel Trilogy movies. It provided context to the kids who hadn't seen the OT yet, and reintroduced those films to a new generation of fans, while priming them for the Sequels.

A multimedia marketing strategy that ultimately proved successful.

However, it continued even after The Force Awakens came out.

Don't believe me? Compare how many comics there have been set during the Prequel era vs the OT era.

If they make comics about the Prequels, they're limited runs.

Case in point: before the current Yoda series, the best any Disney Prequel-set comic series ever got was 6 issues.

Note: it's worth pointing out that the frequency of mini-series aren't just a Star Wars-specific thing, it's a comic book industry thing. The readership for comics is dwindling, many people are reading scans online, and so no publisher wants to commit to a story that lasts more than 4-6 issues. My problem is: there absolutely would be readership for a Prequel comic series to warrant an extended run instead of a mini-series.

Let's talk books. There have been give or 64 canon novels published since the Disney sale.

Only 11 of them are set during the Prequel era. And even those stories only came out when the planets were aligned.

Almost half of them were released while being a part of some bigger multimedia push.

Example:

Before the Obi-Wan Kenobi series was being released on Disney Plus, we'd had one novel and like two comic stories about him during the Prequels... released between 2012 and end 2021. That's about three pieces of content in almost ten years.

Clearly a low frequency.

Then, when the series is around the corner, two books and a comic story comes out in the space of months, plus an anthology book with an alt cover with his face on it and a comic with a story of him and Anakin in the first issue, all in 2022.

My takeaway: short of there being a film or series that needs to be promoted, you'll rarely get any Prequel comics or books.

And this is OBI-WAN we're talking about. The character who even the Prequel haters love. Imagine how little attention the other ones get.

Gaming-wise, Battlefront had no Prequel content at all (again, 2015 was the year where OT content was shoved down the consumer's throats to prep them for Episode VII), and Battlefront 2 only released Prequel content a full year later.

All that being said, we did seen some Prequel elements here and there. After all, some actors got to reprise their roles, books and comics came out featuring Prequel characters... but there's a catch.

The stories they appear in are set in-between Episodes III and IV, a time-period known as "the Dark Times" or the "Imperial era".

"Dark Times" being used instead of the Prequel era

It's easy to see the appeal of this era. You keep the same threat from the Original Trilogy - the Empire - but redress it with Prequel elements... while also cherry-picking the best characters of both the OT and the Prequels and giving them a chance to shine again.

The situation is more clear cut, as opposed to the complex one in the Prequels. Bad guys are stormtroopers, good guys are anyone else. And the stories no longer take place in the shiny capital, you're back on the frontier.

But at this point... it feels like a cop-out.

When you consider how much content has been set during the Dark Times, it's nothing to sneeze at. Since the sale, we've had:

2 movies (Solo, Rogue One)

4 series set in that time-period (namely The Bad Batch, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Andor, and Star Wars: Rebels).

2 video-games (Jedi: Fallen Order and Jedi: Survivor).

17 novels (such as Ahsoka, Lords of the Sith, the new Thrawn books, etc)

And just a whole bunch of comic book series & mini-series (like Kanan, Princess Leia, various Vader-centric comics including Darth Vader: Lord of the Sith, many tie-in mini-series promoting Rogue One, Jedi: Fallen Order, Obi-Wan Kenobi, etc).

There's been so much content made for this time-period that it feels like an unwillingness to do the work and create something set something during the Prequel era, let alone something that follows its Jedi.

After all, why make a story set in the Prequels (disliked by vocal fans) when you can just take the characters in that story and put them in an OT setting (which will appease the Prequel-haters)?

Maybe these stories get relegated to the Dark Times because:

there seems to be a perception that anything set in the Prequel era won't sell?

or maybe the current SW writers weren't fond of Episodes I, II and III, and don't find those Jedi characters likable, thinking they're too righteous and dogmatic which makes it hard to craft a story around them.

Or maybe it's because they're under the impression that the Prequel Jedi are bad. Like, canonically, in the narrative. Not just in a "I don't like them" sense, but also in a "the story is all about them becoming corrupted" sense.

Let's expand on that last point.

Retconning the Prequels as the "Fall of the Jedi" era

Somehow the rare stories set during the Prequels that we do get seem to automatically be about how "the Jedi lost their way/failed".

The series Tales of the Jedi is explicit about it...

... and I already explained why it contradicts what George Lucas established here and here.

You also see it in Rebels and the new season of The Clone Wars...

... in comics...

... in games...

It gets to a point where the Prequels era has now been redubbed the "Fall of the Jedi" era by Lucasfilm.

You wanna know what that period was referred to before the Disney sale? The "Rise of the Empire" Era.

Because - and I'll never get tired of saying this cuz it's factual - the Prequels aren't about the fall of the Jedi, they're about the fall of the Republic and Anakin, and rise of the Empire and Vader.

So in addition to being overdone, the "Jedi lost their way" is not even the intended narrative of the Prequels (if one puts any stock in Lucas' words). It's a minor subplot at best, hardly the focus of the films, let alone a whole time period.

But dubbing it "Fall of the Jedi" implies that there's another era in which the Jedi were in their heyday.

Because Star Wars authors are in luck! Yet another alternative has presented itself in the shape of a new transmedia initiative, and it's even better than the "let's set it during the Dark Times" solution:

A new transmedia initiative: The High Republic

You wanna deal with the Jedi before the Empire, but for some reason you wanna avoid dealing with the ones seen in the Prequels?

Look no further. Meet the Jedi of the High Republic.

Noble, adventurous, inspired by the Knights of the Round Table, they're everything the OT kids dreamed about when they heard ol' Ben Kenobi talk about the Knights of the Old Republic.

That's more like it!

Note: the High Republic was created for other reasons and has many more upsides than the ones mentioned above. Namely, a fresh new spot in the timeline that allows for creative freedom and a beautifully-coordinated transmedia storytelling effort where retcons are non-existent. However it does seem evident that not having to deal with the 'unlikable' Prequel Jedi and their "fall" is one of those upsides.

Another perk that the High Republic era offers is more freedom in terms of storytelling compared to the Prequels.

In 2016, Pablo Hidalgo tweeted he still quotes to authors the following excerpt of West End Games' guide for aspiring Star Wars writers, from 1994.

You can't write "this was the best day in Luke Skywalker's life", for example, because another author may want to write a better day than the one you just wrote.

My guess is that a similar approach applies to how all characters from the movies are treated. They're massively iconic. So you can't write a book that drastically changes how Mace or Yoda or Obi-Wan are perceived overall.

The stories need to be self-contained, disregardable if necessary, because you'll have dozens of writers coming up with new stories for those same characters, and you need to leave them some room.

Examples:

Notice how in the book Dooku: Jedi Lost we never see how Dooku turns to the Dark Side and joins the Sith.

Same goes for crossover comic book arcs of the Star Wars issues, like Vader Down or Crimson Reign... the characters don't really change by much in those comics. You could stick to just watching the movies and you wouldn't really miss anything.

But with The High Republic, you indeed can develop these characters as much as you want.

All stories featuring Avar Kriss leave an impact on her, you can nail down who she is perfectly in one book or one comic arc, both being just as meaningful to her character.

The fact that she's not as iconic/famous a character as Mace Windu means that authors can go to town on crafting an interesting and nuanced character arc for her that'll have a beginning, middle and end... something Mace will never really get.

CONCLUSION:

Back in 2015... let's not kid ourselves. The Prequels were unpopular and Disney is a multi-billion dollar corporation. Opting to make as much money as possible is what they do.

It's the same reason they decided not to go with George Lucas' original plans for the Sequels, in 2012.

I mean, imagine you're Disney. You just dropped 4 billion dollars, with a B, on this franchise. Your next Star Wars movie needs to be worth the price tag. Now, you can pick between two options:

Option #1 is uncharted territory and it explores the midi-chlorians (the cursed word…!) and the guy who presented you with this option also openly admits that a big chunk of customers won’t like it, but he wants this to be done because it’s his vision.

Option #2 is very simple: a soft reboot, that plays on nostalgia that the same chunk of customers (aka the 'boomer and Gen-X fans who grew up with the Original Trilogy and now have kids, grandkids and MONEY) will like.

It's a no-brainer. They gave the customers what they wanted.

But time has passed, the fans who were children when the Prequels first came out have grown up, and grew up with characters like Yoda, Mace, Plo Koon, Kit Fisto and other Jedi as their heroes, aside from main characters like Anakin and Obi-Wan and Ahsoka.

Can we maybe expand on them, flesh them out more?

No, let's either ignoring the storytelling potential of these characters or reducing it to them being "righteous, arrogant and dogmatic".

God forbid we get a story showing the Prequel Jedi in a *gasp* more positive light? One where their POV is more understandable, instead of the same old "we brought this on ourselves" storyline.

There's a whole decade between The Phantom Menace and Attack of the Clones... you're telling me there's no space to show us Anakin's training and how he formed bonds with the Jedi we later see in The Clone Wars? I tried my hand at it here:

Interesting or fun Prequel-set ideas from other pro-Jedi fans on Tumblr can be found here, here and here.

And y'know, part of the Star Wars intent is for fans to take the ideas in the movies and come up with their own stories. You're supposed to create headcanons.

What I'm saying is fans of the Prequels are being given less "imagination food" than the rest, and many of us who like the Jedi in particular are forced to rely on headcanons only. "Better than nothing" is no longer an acceptable standard.

There's a range of recognizable Jedi characters that have already been established in films and TCW, can we maybe expand on them, flesh them out more, instead of whole new ones?

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 22

chapter 38:

1. “"Right, so, your stylist?" Marlene asks, settling in as they continue to sway. "The one who looks like a fucking goddess? Yeah, so get this, she says we're friends…"”

james and marlene gossip sesh <3333333

2. 😧 MCGONNAGAL??????????

3. wait i think mcgonnagal is good. i’m pretty sure she’s from the phoenix. i’m not sure. i’m hopeful. i’m so hopeful

4. aww huey is kinda sweet. i like that’s he’s reg’s breath of fresh air when it comes to talking to the hallows

5. reg, i understand your anger, but please don’t make one of the only good sponsors feel bad

6. jealous james >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

7. “"I like your tea," James offers. "Maybe I'm biased, but it tastes better than anyone else's. What do you do to it?"

Regulus hums and lightly says, "I spit in it."

Without missing a beat, James replies, "Ah, that explains it."”

😭😭😭😭😭

8. “"Would you—" Regulus chokes on another relentless giggle, gasping a little. "Wait, would you actually drink my tea if I spit in it, James?"

"Love, I would let you spit directly into my mouth," James announces with absolutely no shame in his tone whatsoever.”

😭😭😭😭 james i love you

9. awww i love that barty is the most consistent part of reg’s life. i love barty

10. 😬 riddle is unconvinced in their love story. i- yikes

11. okay, right, mcgonnagal is good. thank god

12. dorcas wants to keep marlene out of the war, but only one of them has had a pov so far, so i’m not hopeful

13. oh shit marlene sounds hot

14. also, to add in, i’m so fucking glad there’s like no homophobia (that we know of) in this world

15. i do NOT want dorlene to be a tragedy in this universe

16. 😟 she gave back the ring. AHHHH

17. oh no. shit shit shit shit shit what did riddle do

18. “Riddle didn't even grant the liberty of leaving bodies behind for them to bury.” 😟😧

(but also, orion and walburga were dicks, so like, i’m not sad, just scared)

chapter 39:

1. aww regulus finally invites james in for tea

2. “On the day he accidentally kills a bee while tending to his flowers, he goes through the five stages of grief in less than an hour, which has nothing to do with the bee and everything to do with Vanity.” STOP! THE VANITY MENTION HURTS TOO MUCH

3. “When Regulus wants more time with him, he adds bagels, which James has now unconsciously been Pavloved into thinking of as his favorite food for that very reason.” STOP THATS SO GAY

4. sirius being dramatic about james and reg liking each other is TOP TIER in this fic, in the most realistic, aggravated, obnoxious, and completely loving way

5. BWAHAHAHHAHA JAMES GETTING A PIGGY BACK RIDE FROM SIRIUS IS GOLD

6. oh shit, (i’m not the best comprehensive reader, but i should have figured this out sooner), but from sirius’ perspective, he has to do the back and forth with remus his whole life. he doesn’t have the knowledge that i do, that a war is coming and they’ll finally get a chance to live together. he thinks he only gets to see remus once a year for two weeks at a time. this- this shit is heartbreaking yall

7. “”I watched him stand to his feet and tip himself into a river of blood in an act so tender that I'll never again be able to look at him with anything less than pure love. Every other member of the Black family, including you, fought and clawed their way home to their family, oftentimes to a family that never truly made them feel loved at all. Regulus? He fought and clawed through that arena, the entire time, for James. He's far more gentle than anyone gives him credit for."”

y’all, i’m crying over this. this is so lovely. effie is right, and i’m crying over how right she is

8. 😒 i know what’s coming. riddles a bitch. a right bitch. he’s gonna announce that previous victors are competing and i’m PISSED

9. so far, all three potters offered reggie food. they’re so hospitable, i love them

10. “He hasn't forgotten what it is to long for James. He still knows what it is to want him so badly that he'd be willing to kneel at the altar of James Potter and beg; he'd drop down on his hands and knees and crawl if that's what it took, if that would prove his devotion. He is the manifestation of longing built up with nowhere to go, and he craves, he yearns, he covets.”

both of them are so down bad

11. omg reg is so horny. his inner monologue is literally only like “”””“rip my clothes off please, read my mind and rip my clothes off”””””

12.AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I KNEW IT WAS COMING! BUT IM SO MAD!!! FUCK RIDDLE

13. effie is a queen. she is a godsend. and i’m so upset right now

14. not effie making them promise not to volunteer, and immediately james and sirius arguing over who’s gonna volunteer for her

15. i’m seething. i’m pissed beyond belief. i’m so angry it’s indescribable. my babies are going back into that arena. honestly, fuck riddle

[concook20]

Wild Kratts New Backstory And Headcanons! (Villains)

Same thing as the Crew, only, it's not only for the villains, but also with two people, Paisley and Rex, and I decided to add them after I did some research and I actually enjoy the dynamic!

Now I've added the assistants with their bosses, but I'll do their background separately to cause any issues.

Zach's Bio:

Full Name: Zach Alexander Lee Varmitech

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay (VERY! Closeted)

Birthday: August 26th

Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Job Application: Inventor/Business Owner

Relationship:

Martin: Moral Enemy

Chris: Secret Friend/Crush

Aviva: Moral Enemy

Koki: Enemy

JZ: Enemy

Khris: Best Friend Ever!

Donita: Best Friend

Dabio: Neutral

Gourmand: Friend

Paisley: Don't Mind

Rex: Neutral

Vert: Introvert

Phobia: Entomophobia (Fear Of Insects)

Favoritism:

Color: Black, red, and green

Singers: Classical musicians, opera, and musicals/plays

YouTube: None

Animal: None

Hobbies: Playing piano and violin, organizing stuff (books, albums, etc.), reading books, and playing board games (chess, checkers, etc.)

Past Relationships

None! Zach is single and a virgin! However! Once he got back from his vacation, he took a liking towards Chris, to the point he began to design pretty rocks and left it on his window on his birthday, it's the only way he knows how to show love. He wants to tell Chris how he feels, but he's EXTREMELY nervous on how to.

Headcanons

Zach owns many tech companies, but he never goes to do them cause... He doesn't know how to!

Zach is DEFINITELY Megamind if he was a goth, and even Paisley makes fun of him with it, which makes Zach very annoyed by it.

Zach has OCD and bad anxiety.

Zach couldn't handle criticism, good or bad, cause he'll cry like a baby.

Zach uses anonymous accounts to leave bad reviews for the worst movies, and hasn't attended to stop.

Zach is a HORRIBLE singer, but he doesn't care as he enjoys singing musicals and opera songs out loud.

Zach is a insomniac.

Zach is bad at tongue twisters.

Zach doesn't own any one pair of matching socks.

Zach wants a hug, but he doesn't know how to show it, so he leans on people for a hug.

Zach has a fear of bugs, because he doesn't like how they look when they move around and after learning some bugs and what they do, he immediately hates them.

Backstory

This Zach...is a clone- HEAR ME OUT!!! Let me explain!!! I have a personal idea that Pilot Zach is the REAL Zach, meanwhile the Series Zach is actually a clone that's covering for him as he takes a long and relaxing vacation. He needs a break from 'dumbass villains' (his words), the Wild Rats, dumb animals, and his stupid robots, but he can't just up and disappear without a reason, so he created Series Zach in order to cover for him. No one, not even Zach or Khris, knows about the fact he's a clone.

Zach may not remember his family, but he does treat his Zach Bots like his own personal family, celebrate holidays and birthdays with them, naming them, even treat them like his own kids. He did create two Zach Bots of the brothers, but the "only successful one" was Khris, as he adores and cares for him like they're best friends.

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Khris's Bio:

Full Name: Khris Varmitech Cratt

Age: 22 (as programmed)

Gender: Male (as programmed)

Sexuality: Demisexual

Birthday: July 19th (as programmed)

Zodiac Sign: Cancer (as programmed)

Job Application: Assistant/Combat Trainer

Relationship:

Martin: Moral Enemy

Chris: Neutral

Aviva: Moral Enemy

Koki: Enemy

JZ: Enemy

Zach: Best Friend Ever!

Donita: Friend

Dabio: Friend

Gourmand: Neutral

Paisley: Neutral

Rex: Neutral

Vert: Ambivert

Phobia: None

Favoritism

Colors: Red and black

Singers: Classic Musicians

YouTube: None

Animal: Siberian Tiger

Hobbies: Playing board games (chess, checkers, etc.), combat fighting and training, gymnastics, and yoga and meditation.

Past Relationships

Khris has never been in a relationship, ever! Though, he does want to have a feeling of finding love, making him sad inside as Zach vents to him about his love issues with Chris, but he hides for his friend's sake, though, human or robot, he wants to find the one.

Headcanons

Khris's abilities:

Cloaking (Invisibility or camouflaging).

Shapeshift (Change into anyone he wants).

Strength (Obviously, since he's a robot).

Charging or Reducing (Taking or filling up electricity).

Voice Change (Can change voice whoever he wants).

Khris is the 'Well! Actually!-' guy, prove me wrong!

Khris is like Shego with Drago, being sarcastic and charming in his own blunt way.

Khris's outfit came from Donita, after she forced him to model for his new outfit.

Where Zach goes to get animals, Khris went off to get souvenirs or stuff from the shops there, he collects stuff like that.

Khris can eat ANYTHING! No matter what it is, glass, wood, dirt, metal, he eats it!

Even if he's intelligent, Khris doesn't have the best social skills, unless it's with Zach.

When Khris finds love, if he ever finds the one, he acts like Wall-E after he meets Eve, shy, sweet, and always wanting to hold their hands.

Khris can charge, but he doesn't sleep, because he wasn't programmed to... So he sometimes watches Zach sleep... And by sometimes, I mean often.

Obviously, there is no reason for Khris to fear anything, because Zach wants a bodyguard and a best friend, so he builds Khris to be strong and smart.

Backstory

Obviously, he's not Chris, so he ain't getting his backstory, but, he does get one of his own. So Zach built the Kratt brothers to have them against the REAL Kratt brothers, however, 'something happened' to the Martin bot, so it's just Khris all alone. Khris is envious of Chris sometimes, considering the fact he has HIS Martin, even if Khris hates him, but still... He wants his own Martin, too...

However, it ain't the same Zach we have right now, instead, it was actually Pilot Zach who created Khris and rebooted him after the Pilot Zach disappeared. Due to him being left alone old and rusty, Series Zach rebuild and reboot him in order to have a side kick and a best friend.

Khris, however, doesn't really think that much of it, considering he has his family right here, Zach, the villains, and the Zach Bots. Even if he's built by Zach, he still cares and protects him from anything, and he even protects the Zach Bots, especially from Martin, since he destroys them even more. He adores his family, even if he doesn't have a Martin... Right?...

Donita's Bio:

Full Name: Donita Annabelle Lin Donata

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Birthday: August 11th

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Job Application: Fashion Designer/Model (Side Job)

Relationship:

Martin: Enemy/Secret Past Relationship

Chris: Enemy

Aviva: Moral Enemy

Koki: Moral Enemy

JZ: Neutral

Zach: Best Friend

Khris: Friend

Dabio: Best Friend Ever!

Gourmand: Friend

Paisley: Don't Mind

Rex: Neutral

Vert: Ambivert

Phobia: Atychiphobia (Fear Of Failing)

Favoritism

Colors: Pink, rose gold, white, and blue

Singers: Beyoncé, Whitney Houston, Alicia Keys, and Bruno Mars

YouTube: None

Animal: Puma or black widow

Hobbies: Yoga, singing, dancing, and fashion designing

Past Relationships

Donita used to date 5 people, which didn't end well for her. Her first three were with a few handsome guys when she was 15, 17, and 20, who only used her for money and status. She dated a couple of girls, who one cheated on her with her ex when they were dating when Donita was 21, and the other dumped her, due to her not liking Donita that much, and they dated a few months after her break up. She does have a thing for Martin, even before their one night stand- 🫢...

Headcanons

Donita joined a modeling gig whenever she isn't doing her fashion business, which she loves to do, but she made sure she's healthy and not in those toxic ways.

Donita loves any body shape! Chubby, thin, doesn't matter, you're beautiful in her eyes!

Donita is a theater kid, she was a star in high school. Musical, plays, even some minor roles, she's amazing at it.

Donita is lactose intolerant and is allergic to peanuts.

Esmeralda was Donita's bisexual crush when she was young.

Donita wants to show love, but is scared to, even when someone likes her.

Donita knows the lyrics to EVERY Bruno Mars song by heart.

Donita steals some people's clothes because she likes it... I think we all know who's.

Donita is a simp... She's very good at hiding it.

Donita feels pressured and nervous whenever her mother comes over and criticizes her about what her outfits look like and how Donita looks, making her feel more scared, hating to fail her mother.

Backstory

Donita is the only child to her mother, Rosalie, a fashion designer, and father, Theodore, a...MAFIA LEADER?! She's part of the Donata Family Mafia, who runs the mob business in Italy, where her parents stay. Her father supports and cares for her whenever she needs it, but Rosalie is like Cruella De Vil, like she forces her daughter to look beautiful, makes her do pageantry, puts her on a strict diet, and even teaches her how to use the beauty of the animals for her fashion, like skinning them, stealing webs from spiders, even force people to do whatever you want.

Donita was horrified, but she began to ignore it, as she proceeded to do whatever she can to make her mother proud, and she almost began to be like her, a monster, until she met Dabio, and she learns to calm down and be herself around him, but when she's around others, she's someone else entirely. She hates being like her mother, but only Dabio knows her true self, and that's exactly what she tends to keep.

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Dabio's Bio:

Full Name: Dabio Matteo Bendetti

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay

Birthday: November 12th

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Job Application: Assistant/Model

Relationship:

Martin: Neutral

Chris: Neutral

Aviva: Enemy

Koki: Enemy

JZ: Enemy

Zach: Don't Mind

Khris: Best Friend Ever!

Donita: Best Friend Ever!

Gourmand: Neutral

Paisley: Neutral

Rex: Best Friend

Vert: Extrovert

Phobia: Arachnophobia (Fear Of Spider)

Favoritism

Colors: Teal, yellow, and white

Singers: Disney music, Olivia Rodrigo, and Micheal Bublé

YouTube: None

Animal: Snow Tiger

Hobbies: Ribbon twirling, knitting, body building, and jogging

Past Relationships

He hasn't been in a relationship for a while, and he doesn't need to, since he never really thinks he could ever find love, due to the fact he gets shy and embarrassed of himself when he does find someone. Donita tries to help him, but he still feels overwhelmed and either runs away or freezes up.

Headcanons

Dabio is a brunette, but he dyed his hair blonde, JZ knows about it after the two ran into each other at the hair dye aisle.

Dabio has ✨ADHD✨ and dyslexia.

Dabio cries during Disney Movies.

Dabio hugs someone whenever they deserve it, so stay on this gentle giants good side.

Dabio adores children! He wants a child of his own, but it's impossible to know how to get a kid.

Dabio is obviously amazing at walking on platform heels.

Dabio uses two-in-one shampoo and conditioner.

Dabio is a gentle giant, but you hurt his friend Donita... You won't be found.

Dabio isn't very good with social skills that much.

Dabio has a fear of spiders, because when he was young, some boys pushed him into a basement full of spiders, making him have a full on panic attack, to the point he fainted. He never went near one ever since...

Backstory

He doesn't have a father, but he did have a helicopter mother, named Julia, who made sure her son is perfect. He feels pressured, insecure, and easily overwhelmed, due to her always being around him. It got worse and he came out, and she tried to force him to date a girl, where he met Donita. He didn't want to and broke down in front of Donita, who understood and pretended to date him until he moved.

Donita didn't want Dabio to struggle, so she offered a job for Dabio, who took it with excitement, not only did he want to be a model and a fashion designer, but he also loved to be around Donita, seeing her as his very first friend, and he vows to keep her happy like she did him.

Full Name: Gaston Alexandre Gourmand

Age: 45

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Ally

Birthday: November 20th

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Job Application: Chef

Relationship:

Martin: Moral Enemy

Chris: Enemy

Aviva: Enemy

Koki: Enemy

JZ: Moral Enemy

Zach: Friend

Khris: Friend

Donita: Best Friend

Dabio: Neutral

Paisley: Friend

Rex: Enemy

Vert: Ambivert (Mostly Extrovert)

Phobia: Pistanthrophobia (Fear Of Being Vulnerable)

Favoritism

Colors: White and gray

Singers: Classic Musicians

YouTube: None

Animal: Black bear

Hobbies: Cooking and baking, hunting, playing the banjo, and model planes

Past Relationships

Gourmand was in a relationship with his fiancee, but it didn't work out as the two didn't work out on anything, moving, dinner, even their opinions. They decided to part ways on good terms.

Headcanons

Gourmand instinctively cleans messes in their own house as well as other peoples.

Gourmand DESPISE Gordon Ramsay, and hated how Khris calls him "Chubby Ramsay", making his eye twitches.

Gourmand is pretty good in salsa dancing, but no one knows about that.

Gourmand is very generous in a rather twisted way.

No lie, Gourmand ABSOLUTELY LOVES spicy food and can eat a ghost pepper without crying or dying.

Gourmand is overanalytical about the most random bullshit.

This dude can do FUCKING SICK knife tricks on a whim!

Gourmand is very good at using chopsticks.

Gourmand has a knife under their bed... For reasons.

Gourmand has anger issues he can't really control... So... Yeah...

Gourmand kidnaps Chris mostly, to help Zach confess his feelings to him... But that just makes Martin angry... Which causes the two to hate each other, and Gourmand to fear him.

Backstory

Gourmand has a father, named Phillip, a mother, named Bella, a little sister, named Lily, and a grandmother, named Gina. His mother taught him how to cook, where he began to cook better than her and his grandmother, making his mother jealous and beginning to resent him because of it.

Gourmands father is sexist, due to him being raised different, and he didn't like his son for cooking and force him to hunt, which he actually likes, but it did make him act like a father to Zach and Khris, since they do cause more trouble than most of the villains, but he does care for them like son.

His sister is ten years younger than him, who is a golden child, but he doesn't really care, considering the fact he doesn't really think much about his family, but they do get credit to give him help with dream.

Paisley's Bio:

Full Name: Paisley Sue Ellen Paver

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Demisexual

Birthday: January 26th

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Job Application: Paving Company

Relationship:

Martin: Neutral

Chris: Likes

Aviva: Likes

Koki: Likes

JZ: Neutral

Zach: Neutral

Khris: Neutral

Donita: Neutral

Dabio: Neutral

Gourmand: Friend

Rex: Best Friend Ever!/Crush

Vert: Ambivert (Mostly Introvert)

Phobia: Haphephobia (Fear Of Being Touched)

Favoritism

Color: Light purple

Singer: Britney Spears

YouTube: None

Animal: Munchkin kitty

Hobbies: Doing crossword puzzles, ice skating, reading, and writing some things (notes, stories, etc.)

Past Relationships

Paisley was in one, and of course, it ended badly... She was SA'd, and she never felt comfortable with being touched, even with her best friend, Rex, she despised being touched.

Headcanons

Paisley, desperately, needs a hug, but doesn't know it and refuses to ask for one.

Paisley likes being alone most of the time, but other times, she enjoys her time with her friends.

Paisley hates short jokes, I don't blame her, they are a LITTLE annoying.

Paisley is a cat person.

Paisley is oblivous to any and all romantic interest someone may show them.

Paisley never had a pretty color or flower, until Rex said light purple and lilies, which made her happy to see him happy.

Paisley can design pretty well, like drawing and inventing, but it's sometimes rare to see her do any of those things.

Paisley instinctively cleans messes in their own house as well as other peoples.

Paisley knows 5 languages, French, Spanish, Italian, German, and Russian.

Backstory

Paisley is in the Paver company, who paves things, places, or anything the client wants. Her father, Alexander, teaches her how to run the company, since he has cancer, where she began to do the company to make her father proud, only... Her father is a corrupted business man, who hurt animals, even selling some, in order to have his paving company booming.

Paisley meets Rex during the construction of her company, and she didn't like him at first, thinking he was annoying, but she slowly grew fond of him, to the point the two began to bond and work together to make her father proud. Once she saw the beauty of the animals though... It made her realize her father was wrong and immediately stopped.

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Rex's Bio:

Full Name: Rexford William James Roosevelt

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Ally

Birthday: March 3rd

Zodiac Sign: Pisces

Job Application: Assistant/Construction Worker

Relationship:

Martin: Neutral/Don't Mind

Chris: Neutral/Don't Mind

Aviva: Neutral

Koki: Neutral

JZ: Likes

Zach: Neutral

Khris: Friend

Donita: Neutral

Dabio: Friend

Gourmand: Enemy

Paisley: Best Friend Ever!/Crush

Vert: Ambivert (Mostly Extrovert)

Phobia: Hemophobia (Fear Of Blood)

Favoritism

Color: Orange and green

Singer: Britney Spears

YouTube: None

Animal: Woodpecker

Hobbies: Collecting action figures, Artistry (drawing, painting, sculpting, etc), gardening, and ice hockey

Past Relationships

Same as Khris, he's single and looking for love, only he found one with Paisley, and he wanted to confess his feelings to her, but he's nervous since she was in a bad relationship and they're friends, and he doesn't wanna ruin it, because of his love for her, so he keeps it to himself.

Headcanons

Martin may prank people, but Rex joins in when it comes to Gourmand, making a neutral friendship between the two.

Rex knocks people over by hugging them.

Yes, Theodore Roosevelt is Rex's ancestor.

Rex is chaotic as hell, but he secretly acts innocent and sweet to throw people off.

Rex was forced to eat cement as a child, which made him more careful.

Rex has a anonymous account of anything DC or Marvel, he does it whenever he feels like he needed drama.

Rex looks like he wants to kill anyone when he wakes up without coffee.

Rex writes poems and leaves them for Paisley to make her day happy when she has a rough day.

Rex has fallen asleep at their desk, while working in the middle of the night. He wakes up with a blanket on him and a coffee next to him most of the time.

Rex has a stimming issue most of the time, and he doesn't mind it if it doesn't bother anyone.

Rex doesn't own a single pair of matching socks.

Rex hates blood after an incident at work that almost killed him, and there was blood everywhere, that made him immediately quizzy and sick, to the point he passed out and worked up at the hospital

Backstory

Rex has no parents or family, since they died in a freak accident, leaving him all alone. He was an orphan, who has to work his way up to make money, to the point he works at a construction place at the age of 13. It was a hard struggle, and he almost died, but he still worked hard to get cash and make a living.

As he worked his way to the top, he met Paisley and immediately fell in love, he tried to tell her funny stories and do stupid stuff to get her attention, which never works, until he calmed down and takes things slow with her, as that actually began to work and the two form a friendship. And he vowed to make her happy and loved whenever she needed it.

OMG! FINALLY FINISHED! I hope you guys enjoy this!

[purpie-goddess]

On The Crow Road by Ian Banks in Good omens.

Sharp-eyed watchers may have noticed this book's appearance in the opening credits, on the back of a chair beside Terry Pratchett, or that Gabriel reads the first line in the bookshop "It was the day my grandmother exploded". Most watchers will have noticed the emphasis the camera puts on the book Muriel reads, which they hold at an odd angle, reminiscent of The Truman Show's hidden advertisements. Having noticed this in the intro, I had to look more into this book.

The Crow Road follows a man called Prentice at the age of 22, but also as a child. It's a slice-of-life book with romantic subplots and a strong nihilist theme as Prentice wrestles with religion. The book is non-linear and non-chronological, jumping from present to past at will. The cast doesn't change either, and the only clue the audience is given to understand if a chapter is past or present is tenses- present Prentice is first person, while child Prentice is third person.

The memories are seemingly random and although they sometimes have links to present Prentice, the only real connection is Prentice himself.

The other important thing to mention here is that when everything shifts at page 300, so does the genre. It's no longer a cutesy slice-of-life book, it's a murder mystery.

And religion is very important to this story. Prentice's desire to believe in afterlife is staunchly rebutted by his father's atheism. It all seems very pointless and random. His father (spoiler) does actually die during the book, leading Prentice to wonder if his father went to heaven, or as an atheist, was condemned. "The Crow Road" is his grandmother's name for someone who's died- they've gone to the crow road.

That is, until page 300, when the story actually starts, and you realise all this has been a set up. The payoff in this book is late.

Now comes the murder mystery. In reading this I wondered if this is a setup/payoff format for Gabriel in Good Omens- as Prentice looks into the disappearance of his uncle Rory many years ago and finds out (spoiler!) he was murdered. The book ends with Prentice understanding what love really means (his soulmate has been right in front of him all along!) and coming to terms with religion and loss.

There are a few things I can see very obviously linked to season 2.

the non-linear storytelling. The minisodes are inserted seemingly at random and sometimes barely have any reason to be there. The book of Job, for example, was offhandedly mentioned by Gabriel at one point in the episode. Why show us forty minutes of it if all we need to know was that they met Job once?

Religion and nihilism- obviously. Aziraphale grapples with his understanding of good/bad through a religious lens, while Crowley has disregarded it all.

the romantic subplot and slice-of-life genre- season 2, for the most part, feels a lot more romantic than season 1, and most scenes with our favourite angel and demon do feel very slice-of-life.

first person/third person. Aziraphale narrates the minisodes via a journal he keeps. In the present, however, we aren't guided by a narrator at all, implying it to be third person omnipotent.

But why is it so important to the story?

I can't say for sure. Maybe Neil Gaiman was trying to emphasise the three things I've already pointed out. I believe it more likely, however, that good omens hasn't reached page 300 yet. Having read "The Magic Trick You Didn't See" essay just last night, the Crow Road seems to back up this theory perfectly. I'll link it in case you don't know what I'm referring to.

I wish I could come up with a perfect theory based on what i've found, but right now I'm at a loss. I'm sure you can do more with this than I can :)

[bluecatwriter]

2022 Writerly Year Review

I was tagged for this by @0nelittlebirdtoldme. I'm supposed to tag other people but my social anxiety got the best of me. But if you're a writer, please feel free to copy— I'd love to hear your answers!

Total number of completed works: 22— and that was just after starting writing my first fanfic in October! Pretty pleased with that.

Total number of WIPs worked on this year: I currently have 13 that exist as documents with at least a few words in them.

WIPs neglected this year: About eight or nine of the aforementioned WIPs.

Fandoms I've written in: Dracula Daily! I just started dabbling in 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea fic as well, and I drafted a Moby Dick fic a couple days ago, too.

Total word count: Published to A03? 93,839. Again, not bad for three months of writing!

Looking back, did you write more than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you expected? I didn't even expect to write fanfiction this year— I'd dabbled, but never actually committed to it, focusing on other projects (including my personal blog and two memoirs I'm working on. Is working on a memoir pretentious? I don't know. I enjoy writing about my travels. Anyway). So I definitely wrote a lot more than expected this year! Dracula Daily kinda grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and hasn't let go.

Did you take any writing risks this year? Goodness, yes! If you'd told me even six months ago that I'd be writing explicit smut, I would've been very confused and perhaps a little horrified. But it turns out that I enjoy writing it (mostly because it's incredibly challenging)? Who knew!

Do you have any goals for the new year? Nothing concrete, just to keep writing as much as I'd like, and to keep stretching myself and trying out different kinds of stories and scenes. And to have fun with it! That's why I'm doing it, after all.

Biggest disappointment? I don't think I've put enough pressure on myself for there to be disappointments— which is intentional. This is a hobby, not a career.

Biggest surprise? Other than enjoying writing smut? Probably how well other people have responded! I've never gotten this much feedback on my writing, and for it to be so positive and encouraging. It's been a rough year for a lot of personal reasons, and being able to open my email most every day to find a little pile of new kudos and occasionally comments has been... well, it's meant more than I think any of the commenters know.

Most popular story of the year? Judging by kudos? "An Excellent and Comforting Word," which is funny, because it was one of the easiest fics to write, because 1) I wasn't taking it too seriously and 2) I was basically just asking myself, "What is the most unhinged thing possible Jack could do at this point?" I'm not complaining that it's the most popular— I think it's pretty fun!

What's your own favorite story of the year? I'd have to say "The Train Trip"— it was the first fic I started working on, and one I spent a ton of time on (it was also the one I kept finessing as I waited in line to be allowed an AO3 account!). It established a lot of fundamental headcanons for the six members of the crew of light, and I'm still pretty proud of it.

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: Is the universe supposed to appreciate my fanfiction? I'm so confused! ;) I don't feel like any of my fics have been under-appreciated— everyone's been very kind!

Most fun story to write: Don't make me choose! In addition to "An Excellent and Comforting Word," I really enjoyed writing "Words and Voice Fail Me," a one-shot featuring Arthur and Jack being incredibly sweet.

Most unintentionally telling story: The amount of hurt/comfort fics I write is pretty telling, I'd say. My spouse and I have a running joke where I'll say, "I'm working on a fic. You'll never guess what happens," and he replies, "Someone cries and then someone else comforts them?" and I'm like "HOW DID YOU GUESS?"

My favorite part of fandom this year: The Tumblr "book club" for Dracula Daily was absolutely incredible— I had never experienced a book in this way before, and it jump-started a lot of creative endeavors, both fanfiction and fanart. I'm so grateful for the online community and looking forward to continuing to create in 2023!

[chickennugqueen]

1-50 please

for anyone that doesn't want to know all this info, pls feel free to scroll lmao

1: Do you ever wish you were someone else? nope! i very much enjoy who i am

2: What is your full name? cortney rose lesovoy (follow me on instagram @/cortneylesovoy

3: How old are you and how old do you get mistaken for? i'm 25, usually get mistaken for 18-22 lmao

4: Have you ever dyed your hair? yes! it was purple and pink for a bit, but i'm back to my natural color

5: What’s your eye color? dark brown

6: Your opinion about your body and how comfortable you are with it i like my body. i used to struggle with an eating disorder, and it's something that does still affect me to this day, but i also love myself and am learning to be as comfortable as i can be with it.

7: Do you have any tattoos or piercings? some tattoos (more soon pls) and a couple piercings

8: What would you say is your best quality? my empathy and kindness

9: What are you really bad at? being patient and holding back my opinion on things

10: What talent do you wish you had? would like to get better at videography

11: Are you nice to everyone? everyone except fascists, nazis, and people who aren't accepting of all humanity

12: What do you think about the most? the man i adore

13: Things you like/dislike about yourself i really like who i am as a person. i'll always have growing to do but i'm happy with who i am, so i don't dislike anything about me.

14: What is your least favorite word? not sure i have one

15: What is your favorite word? anything that sounds like flabberghasted or bamboozled or something silly

16: Are you more like your mom or your dad? dad for sure

17: Would you ever smile at a stranger? always even though i'm shy

18: A reason you’ve lied to someone because i'm afraid of disappointment duh

19: Are you lying about anything right now? not that i'm aware of

20: Have you kissed someone older than you? of course

21: Do you believe in love at first sight? nope!

22: Do you believe in soulmates? i used to! but no, i don't. love is putting in the work.

23: Are looks important? eh, not really. looks will catch my attention but won't make me stay, whereas i can fall for someone's personality and not be attracted to them at first

24: Opinion on relationship age differences as long as its two consenting adults aka both over the age of 21, go for it.

25: Would you date someone off the Internet? for sure

26: Have you ever cried over a boy/girl? who hasn't?

27: Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have? of course. a universal experience

28: Anyone you’re giving up on right now? nope!

29: Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated? absolutely during my teenage years

30: Have you ever liked your best friend? yes! when we were in college

31: How does someone win your heart? similar politics, can banter with me, isn't afraid of my past trauma, will just stick by me when shit gets hard, is my best friend

32: What turns you on? emotional connection

33: What turns you off? so many things lmao, but definitely people being too sexual right off the bat before i get to know them.

34: Do you get jealous easily? depends on the person! at the place i'm at right now, not usually

35: What is your definition of cheating? if you haven't discussed it with your partner and there's a reason you won't tell them, it's cheating.

36: Do you forgive betrayal? depends what it is. i'm a forgiving person, usually

37: Have you ever been cheated on? never been in a relationship

38: Have you ever cheated on someone? see above

39: How often do you listen to music? every dang day

40: First concert you attended hilary duff!!

41: Last movie you watched shit i don't really watch movies.... probably black widow??

42: Favorite type of movie sucker for drama and romcoms

43: Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about? a couple of my sexual assaults, yeah

44: Are you good at hiding your feelings? literally never

45: Do you fall in love easily? i don't think so. i've only loved one person.

46: Do you think people say I love you too much? nope! say it to your friends, your partners, your family, anyone you know! doesn't diminish its meaning

47: What’s your favorite holiday? christmas

48: Are you a forgiving person? Do you like being that way? if someone apologizes and changes their actions or makes amends, yep!

49: Where’s the most magical place on earth? my bed i love sleeping

50: What’s your “type”? emo boys with long hair n pretty eyes for sure

[alyswritings]

Derek

Spencer Reid x daughter!reader

Summary: Y/N Reid warming up to Derek Morgan.

Warnings: fluff and cuteness

a/n: back with this series! hope you all enjoy!

(gif not mine)

The team are all at the office, doing paperwork, no cases having come in today. It's almost lunchtime, Derek and Penelope discussing plans and attempting to talk Spencer into joining them.

Spencer's phone rings and he searches around in his satchel until he finally manages to find it.

"Hello?" He answers the call.

"Hi, Spencer? I think that Y/N's sick. She's coughing a lot and, uh, she feels kind of warm and she won't drink any milk." The babysitter explains.

"Okay, uh... I'll see if I can get off work and then call you back." Spencer says. They bid goodbyes and Spencer hangs up, going to Hotch's office. He knocks on the open door, gaining his boss' attention.

"What is it, Reid?" Hotch asks.

"My daughter's babysitter called and she thinks Y/N's sick. Could I, um... could I take off to go check and probably take her to the doctor? If she's not sick then I'll come right back and get back to work." Spencer says, a timid tone in his voice. He hasn't been working at the BAU super long and he doesn't want to come across as lazy or make a bad impression, but he needs to be there for his daughter as much as he possibly can.

"Of course, Reid." Hotch says.

"Really?" Spencer asks, slightly surprised by the quick agreement to his request.

"Yes. Family comes first." Hotch says.

"O-Okay. Thank you." Spencer says, still a little shocked. He walks out, hurrying to his desk and starting to pack his stuff up.

"What's up with you, Reid?" Derek asks.

"Oh, uh, I just... I just have to go." Spencer says.

"What about lunch?" Penelope asks.

"What, you got a girl waiting for ya?" Derek teases.

"Um... technically, I suppose." Spencer answers Derek.

"Wh-- wait, seriously?" Derek asks.

"Uh, yeah, just not-not the kind of girl you're thinking of. My, um, my daughter is sick, I have to go." Spencer says.

"Whoa, whoa, you have a kid?" Derek asks.

"Yes." Spencer nods once, his ears getting red at the attention and the fact that this is how they're finding out about the most important person in his life. He wasn't sure when he'd tell any of them since they're just his teammates and co-workers, not seeing the need to share his personal life with them. Hotch only knows because it's required for him to know given the job.

"How old is she?" Penelope asks, a small grin on her face.

"5 months, 12 days, approximately 6 hours, 34 minutes, 22 seconds and counting." Spencer says.

"Wow." Penelope mumbles at the precise answer. "Why haven't you told us about her?"

"I don't know." Spencer shrugs.

"I wanna meet her." Penelope says.

"Yeah, we both want to meet her. Very much." Derek says.

"Um... well, she-she doesn't really like new people." Spencer says.

"Well, if we meet her and see her often, we won't be new people." Penelope says.

"I'll, uh, I'll think about it. I have to go. Bye." Spencer rushes out.

- - -

Derek and Penelope somehow managed to talk Spencer into getting them to meet Y/N. It's been a few weeks since she was sick and she's been feeling much better, back to her normal baby activities. The father and daughter are currently waiting at an outdoor cafe, Y/N resting in her carrier, playing with the small blanket Spencer brings in case she gets cold.

"Hey, pretty boy." Spencer hears and looks up to see Derek and Penelope walk over. The blonde has about three different shopping bags in her arms, Derek carrying one small bag shopping bag.

"Hi." Spencer awkwardly waves, giving a closed mouth smile.

"Aw, look at the little baby." Penelope gushes. Y/N looks up at the new people, shrinking back into her carrier a little.

"Don't get too close. Just, uh, she'll cry and then there's also, um, germs, and just-- I mean, I'm not saying you two aren't, you know, hygienic or anything, I just--"

"Relax, kid." Derek chuckles. "We'll keep our space."

"I got her a few things. Derek was cheap and got her one thing." Penelope says, putting the bags on the ground.

"I am not cheap, mama, okay? I just didn't want to spoil her before I knew anything about her." Derek says.

"She's not even one, Morgan. She doesn't know what anything is." Penelope says. "Anyways, I got her stuffed animals and I got kiddie books you can read to her, and some clothes. I don't know if they'll fit, but if they don't hopefully she'll grow into them."

A small smile breaks onto Spencer's face at the mention of books, a warm feeling at somebody remembering when he told them he liked to read a lot.

"I just got her a stuffed animal." Derek says.

"Thank you." Spencer tells them.

"She's a cute baby." Derek says.

"Oh, she's the cutest." Penelope grins, watching the baby Reid fiddle with the end of her sleeve.

- - -

It's been a few weeks since they met Y/N and have had a few other meet ups, one being unintentional since Penelope, Derek, and JJ practically forced Spencer to go out to dinner with them, but he had to get Y/N so she ended up going with them.

Spencer has Y/N on his lap as he sits at the restaurant, having agreed to meet Derek and Penelope for dinner. The duo get there, greeting both Reids. Y/N smiles at them, waving, but stays in her dad's lap.

The three adults start to converse and talk about whatever comes to mind while Y/N busies herself with looking around and playing with her dad's hand.

Soon enough the food comes and Spencer puts Y/N in her high chair, the girl sat between her dad and Derek.

Halfway through the meal, Spencer has to go to the bathroom and quickly assures Y/N that she'll be safe with the other two before he rushes off, trying to be as quick as he can so Y/N isn't without him for too long.

Y/N stares between Derek and Penelope cautiously, leaning away from them.

"Here, little one. You want some of your mashed potatoes?" Derek asks. He picks up the fork Spencer was using for Y/N's food and gets a small helping of the potatoes. He holds it up to Y/N's mouth, the girl looking between him and the food. "It's okay, I don't bite. It's the same potatoes you've been eating this whole time."

Y/N seems to consider it for a bit longer before slowly leaning forward and taking a bite of the potatoes, pulling away from the fork. Derek puts the silverware down, watching her slowly eat the soft food.

"See? Not bad, right?" Derek asks, not getting an answer as Y/N still just stares at him. "You want some more?" He asks after noticing she's done. Y/N gives him a small nod and he gets some more potatoes on the fork, holding it out to her and letting her eat it.

"Ugh. I should've sat next to her." Penelope frowns.

"All in good time, baby girl." Derek assures.

- - -

Y/N is now 8 months old, having finally known the dynamic duo for about 2 1/2 months. She's grown closer to both Penelope and Derek, them being the only other people allowed to hold her aside from her father. She's just met Gideon, not at all comfortable around him, and she's only been around Hotch a few times, most of the time it just being Spencer explaining why he needs Y/N at work that day.

Both older men give off a slightly scary vibe making Y/N close off more than usual. She's a bit closer to JJ, but not as close as she is to Penelope and Derek.

Y/N is currently at Derek's desk, sitting on the floor next to his chair and playing with the few toys Spencer brought from home. Y/N uses Derek's chair and a couple of the desk drawers to pull herself to her feet, something she does often.

Y/N looks around for her father, not finding him. She lets out a whine, pointing to her father's desk, which gets Derek's attention.

"Your dad will be back soon, pretty girl. He just had to go give something to Hotch." Derek says.

The tiny girl huffs, wanting her dad.

"Why don't I take you to his desk? You can sit in his chair for a bit? All by yourself?" Derek suggests and Y/N nods. "Okay."

Derek goes to pick her up, but Y/N simply holds onto two of his fingers. She puts one foot forward, staring at her feet as she puts the other foot forward.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa there, munchkin. Reid! Get out here!" Derek yells. Spencer rushes out, worried something happened, racing down the stairs, stopping when he sees Y/N walking with the help of Derek.

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God, she's walking." Spencer gasps. "Did she fall?"

"Nope." Derek answers.

Y/N reaches Spencer's desk and puts her free hand on the chair, looking up to Derek expectantly. Derek picks her up and sits her on the chair.

"She walked." Spencer says, still in shock. "Oh, baby, you walked." Spencer smiles, going over to his daughter. He picks her up, holding her on his hip. "You walked. You did amazing." He softly praises. "I'm so proud of you."

Y/N's not completely sure what she did right, but she can tell her dad is happy which makes her smile.

- - -

Eleven month old Y/N runs into the bullpen to the best of her ability with her short, chubby legs. She's giggling as Spencer calls after her, chasing her. Y/N runs for Spencer's desk, but is swooped up making her let out a small shriek, before being held correctly, finding Derek being the one to stop her.

"What's up with all the energy?" Derek asks, tickling her stomach making more giggles escape the girl.

"God." Spencer puts his hands on his knees, catching her breath. "I said you were already here and it's like she ate six donuts." He pants out.

"Aw, you're just excited to see your favorite uncle." Derek smiles and Y/N nods, a grin of her own on her face. "Well, I'm excited to see you, too." He says, kissing her cheek.

"D?" Y/N looks at her dad hopefully.

"If Derek is okay with it, yes, you can stay with him for a bit." Spencer says.

"I am more than okay with being around my favorite pretty girl." Derek grins.

[teamgalacticpropaganda]

Here's the translations for the Team Galactic train station ad messages! These are intended for players who played the original DP as kids and are now going to play BDSP!

It's been a long time.

I've never forgotten your face.

Next time, to fulfill the boss's one true wish,

No matter who they are, I will not show mercy to anyone!

I will offer Team Galactic's hospitality to those who oppose us.

Now, watch, as the power of Team Galactic expands,

It will eventually reach you.

Everything is for everyone and for Team Galactic!

Hmm. You look familiar.

If you plan on getting in our way again,

Then, I, Jupiter, will take care of you.

No matter who my opponent is, I won't let my guard down.

Next time, I'll make you cry!

And I'll tell you this, too.

Don't mess with Team Galactic.

We're going to do something great for everyone's sake...

It hasn't been that long.

Just seeing your face reminds me of bad things!

How dare you interfere so much back then.

It's because of you that I feel terrible!

Well, in the fated Sinnoh region,

It couldn't hurt to get a little payback.

Even as we speak, Team Galactic are planning their next move.

You should look forward to what Team Galactic will do in the future…!

It's been a while, hasn't it...

It seems that you interfered a lot back then.

I don't know. I'm just a grunt.

Even so, the last time I saw you, you were just a kid.

You've really grown into someone quite respectable.

Well, wouldn't it be okay for you to join us now?

I think you could be a little useful as a grunt.

Well, only if you're eligible to join, that is.

Edit: 2/10/22, hi!! Wowee it's been a WHILE

When we made these translations, we didn't quality check very much since some of the people helping were native Japanese speakers, and we also never expected the post to go very far! But, it did, and so we gathered back up again once we finally all had the time and went back over them to give you the quality translation you deserve!!

PS: the people who have helped have asked to be collectively credited as "Jupiter's Right Boot" and so, there you go

[enluv]

enhypen finding out/meeting your idol!brother

— hyung line x fem!reader

warnings: a bit angsty but like it quickly becomes fluff and they're long (I'm so sorry I got carried away!)

coco's note: this is a two parter and you can find part two here! i hope you enjoy this birthday present from me to you <3 (yes I'm the girl who gives others presents on her bday sue me😡✋🏼)

◜heeseung◞

brother – jeon jungkook (BTS)

Heeseung is smart, and he prides himself on that fact but when it comes to you, his brain becomes filled to the brim and he loses some common sense, but that's what loves all about...right? Wrong. The moment he sees you running into his seniors arms with the biggest smile all common sense is flying out his mind and he's being visited by the big bad green monster (jealousy — not the jolly green giant pea guy). A million thoughts begin to run through his mind, "How does she know him? And why does she look so happy? What are they talking about? Wait why are all the members of BTS walking up to her and hugging her? WAIT WHY ARE THEY LOOKING AT ME-" Poor guy was way too lost in thought to even notice that you're staring in his direction with the biggest smile, as you drag the group of his idols seniors towards him. Firstly he can't really hear what you're saying to him because his minds still spinning with a million and one possibilities, he's just so lost. When you explain that Jungkook is your big brother he finally allows himself to calm down and then he realizes, "holy shit my girlfriend is related to THE jeon jungkook." Needles to say he finds it really cool and asks you a bunch of questions when you're alone later on in the night!

◜jay◞

brother – johnny suh (NCT)

Jay swears up and down that he isn't the jealous type, and part of it is true, but when he sees you on the phone laughing and smiling at incoming texts while hanging out with him on his day off, he's gonna be a bit jealous. He'll try his hardest to get your attention but after he strikes out for the third time, he'll give up. Thinks to himself, "Fine! If she wants to ignore me then so be it, I'll do the same." He knows it's childish but man he does not care whatsoever. Little does he know that you're texting your older brother Johnny trying your best to make plans so that he can meet Jay finally because your brothers opinion matters a lot to you and you'd appreciate it if he met him, but Johnny keeps jokingly saying he'll bring the rest of the 22 (23 including himself) NCT members as well since technically they're all your big brothers. This of course makes you laugh because the image of all 23 idols piling out of a van to meet your boyfriend is funny to you. This situation of you (accidentally) ignoring Jay and him purposely ignoring you continues until he's fed up and straight up asks you who you're texting. You pass your phone over to him suppressing a laugh as he reads the conversation. His face literally goes 😡😐😦 and he'll ask of you're serious or playing with him, and when you reassure him that you're dead serious he's freaking out, because hello your brother is THE freaking Johnny Suh the man, the myth, the NCT legend! Later when Johnny actually meets Jay, they get along well and he fanboys to you after about it :)

◜jake◞

brother – bang chan (stray kids)

Jake goes around the dorm bragging about how well he knows his girl blah blah blah all that sappy stuff, and Sunoo is like okay sure bestie so can you tell me why she's all over twitter hanging out with Bang Chan from Stray Kids? Now that stumps Jake because what the hell are you doing with him, and why didn't he know you'd be with him? When you arrive at his dorm later bearing food and gifts the boys are excited but they feel the tension between you two so they back off a bit, opting to hide in the living room rather than their usual dining room area (because one, it's close to the kitchen and two they're so nosey omg they want all the tea). You're pretty amused that he hasn't broke yet because you know your boyfriend and you know that he's seen the pictures, you're just waiting for him to ask so you can explain. Eventually Jake grows irritated and just straight up asks you why you were with an older artist and how you two know one another. You smile and grab your phone off the counter, while he's watching over your shoulder. "Wait why are you calling him-" "Hush look," you'll reply and as Chan picks up the facetime he can here a faint "hey sis" being shouted at you, which of course leaves the poor boy stunned. Once you're off the phone with your brother, you explain to Jake that Chan is indeed your older brother and that fans just happened to take pictures of the two of you out on your monthly brother-sister day. When Jake and Chan meet later that week (he begs you to introduce him) they bond over being aussie bros and also their love for you!

◜sunghoon◞

brother – jung wooyoung (ateez)

Sunghoon knows that you're a friendly person, and he knows that being an idol yourself (one whose been in the business a bit longer than him) you've met and made friends with other idols. So he isn't too bothered by the fact that the entirety of Ateez has just walked over to the two of you bearing smiles and hugs. He is however, bothered by the fact that you haven't introduced him to them and that one has his arm wrapped firmly around your shoulders as if you were his. He'll grab ahold of your hand offering it a squeeze, which immediately grabs your attention and you'll pull yourself out of the members arms and into his, much to his satisfaction. This of course earns an eyebrow raise from his seniors and immediately you'll start by introducing him as your boyfriend, meanwhile the eight boys will hear this and freak because when did their little sister get old enough to have a bf and why didn't they know? Honestly Sunghoon is just as confused as the boys so you'll have to explain that Sunghoon is your boyfriend and Wooyoung is your older brother, along with the rest of the members since you've known them forever now. Eventually it clicks in all their minds and they'll get well acquainted. Sunghoon asks later why you never mentioned that Wooyoung was your brother but all he'll get is a quick "it never came up" and a shrug.

coco's final note: hi! i hope you all enjoy this as much as I did when writing them :) and don't fret! the maknae lines will be out as well! thank you for reading <3

[ryosmne]

Tattoo Artist! Sukuna x reader (part 3)

Hey there again, I had a few ideas of where i wanted to take the third part, I'm very happy with what I came up with, it's very very fluffy, I hope you have a good time reading 💜.

Series masterlist here

Here's a playlist for fluffy Sukuna

Warnings: Language, suggestive tones, alcohol consumption (everyone is of age here, around 21/22), nudity? Not really described, that's about it.

Saturday was slow for Sukuna, he doesn't really like working away his weekends, but here he is, finishing up a chest piece that looked good if he had to say so himself. Everything was luckluster to him compared to the project he was still drafting for y/n.

Speaking of her she hadn't texted him all day, neither did Sukuna. He told himself he wasn't clingy like that, she texted him before she would do it again surely. Y/n didn't pay much mind to him not making contact, perhaps he was busy. She wasn't wrong, she also had initiated most of their text conversations, she didn't want to seem desperate. Sukuna was going to contact her when he was free.

On the other hand Sukuna was stressed, passing in the hallway between the reception and his work booth, checking his phone every once in a while, he was a bit snappier than usual, not letting Gojo's or Megumi's remarks go, he would answer back, his voice almost dripping with venom, he was very much pissed and it showed.

When closing time finally came he was ready to blow up, Gojo teasing him, only made him more agitated. Gojo knew something was bothering him and he wasn't planning on dropping the subject.

"Hey 'kuna, tell the truth, you took her out and she left because she couldn't stand you, that's why you're so mad."

The white haired man joked, you could see the smoke coming out Sukuna's ears.

"Don't call me that. For your information, me and y/n had a great time, quit being an bumbass I'm not mad." Y/n did enjoy herself right? It sure looked like it. Was Sukuna getting insecure? Yes. Could everyone tell he was lying about not being mad? Also Yes.

"Oh so it's 'you and y/n' now? You were right Geto, he's got it real bad, he's not even calling her 'some girl' or something."

Gojo continued to laugh, he was enjoying every single second of torment he was putting Sukuna through.

He had enough though, he grabbed his jacket and his keys, but just before he left the rest of his crew and Yuuji, who came to eat with Megumi to close, he called to the most rational person inside. "Geto, come on I'll drive you home." Sukuna needed someone to talk to, he needed to know he was in the right and not going totally insane. Nanami was really close to him but relationships wasn't a topic he would really touch on. Gojo was out of the question, the man was a womaniser, not that it was a bad thing but he wouldn't even take Sukuna seriously, he only wanted to annoy him for the time being. Megumi was also a no. He would spill the beans to Yuuji, he already had Gojo on his ass he didn't need two more idiots making fun of him, one was barely tolerable. That only left Geto, who has at least had a few solid relationships and he was trustworthy enough not to give him too much shit.

Geto grabbed the chance not to have to clean for one night, but he was very curious about Sukuna's sudden move to give him a ride home, he has never offered that before. Yuuji had tipped him off, he knew his brother wanted to get all of the attention, if y/n didn't make a move, his brother would go insane. He was surprisingly right, so Yuuji told Geto to try and get his brother riled up. Now Geto didn't exactly agree, but he wanted to give Sukuna a friendly nudge to the right direction.

Sukuna had already been driving for a little while, he couldn't find the courage to open his mouth and talk. Has he gone mad? Its not like he's clueless about girls, he's had many. Why was it different this time?

"So how come you wanna drive me around at night?" The raven haired man asked, eyebrow raised, ready to hear what his friend was so on edge for all day, even though he had an idea. Sukuna wasn't one to share feelings, he never did, he couldn't really tell anyone the reason why not a single word from y/n all day irked him so damn much. "Look, so let's say there's this girl right? You take her out, you have fun, everything is cruising perfectly, but then she doesn't really talk to you the next day." He said with a small pause "hypothetically speaking" He added, just to avoid further questions.

Geto looked at him with a blank face, although he couldn't really believe in his ears, Yuuji was right, he knew his friend was falling face first, it still surprised him. He saw the day that Sukuna was stressed for a girl, if someone told him even two weeks ago that this was going to happen happen, Geto most definitely would've laughed straight in their face.

"Well it depends really, for example did you text her and she didn't answer? Then yeah, she's not interested, but maybe she's busy, or she started texting first and she wants you to initiate." Sukuna blinked "You're right she's busy, she has a test too, maybe she has been studying, she'll come around." He said, the words came fast out of his mouth. Geto looked at him again more serious this time. "Look man, I know for a fact, you haven't texted first, you seem to really like her, don't be a pussy and send her one text." His tone was equally serious. "I'm just fond of her, that's all she's good company." Sukuna tried to brush him off, Geto wouldn't budge. "Call it what you want, I know you like the feisty ones, so do many people and you know how college kids are, one party is all it takes to lead to who knows what. Man up, when you do you can bring her around the shop too, you know we all would love to meet her." By the time Geto finished his sentence, Sukuna had already parked outside of his apartment to drop him off, they shared their good nights.

For the rest of his lonely drive home Sukuna couldn't help but think of that party his brother mentioned a couple nights ago, was y/n going to be there? And Geto's words kept replaying in his head.

Geto was smiling to himself walking inside his apartment knowing he did the right thing giving his friend a slight push.

With her hair just the way she liked it, her make-up done and an outfit that extenuated her best features, y/n was making her way down the street to meet up with Mai outside of Todo's place. The walk wasn't too long and y/n caught a glimpse of her short haired friend, who was also dressed to impress, standing right out of Todo's door.

"You didn't wait long did you?" Y/n asked, Mai smilled and shook her head, she was the late one most of the time, she did make it just a second before y/n arrived.

"Let's go, my sister and Nobara are waiting" she informed y/n, who nodded. "Really, I haven't seen Maki in a while, Nobara rarely shows up in class too." She said full of excitement, the girls were friends for a long while, even before college. Mai and y/n ended up forming closer friendship.

"Yeah they're about to remind us of how single we are." Mai loved her sister with all her heart, she was very competitive though and when Maki got with Nobara before Mai could strike up a boyfriend in college, she took it a bit personally. Then she focused her attention on finding someone for y/n, but that never went well. Hopping right up the stairs both girls were talking about what they would see tonight, more accurately who. "So Yuuji is probably going to be here, I asked Todo" Mai said her eyes hopefull, y/n rolled her's and her companion didn't let it go unnoticed. "I really don't get you, he's cute, you even said so." There she goes again, but y/n wouldn't let it slide this time. "You seem way more giddy to see him, than I do." She said, knocking on Todo's door who was waiting right behind it, answering in seconds. Mai was still dumbfounded, she hardly acknowledged Todo at the door and made her way inside with y/n.

Thankfully the sofa on Todo's living room they usually sat on was only occupied by Maki and Nobara. "Wow sis you made it on time for once without someone dragging you out the house." Maki hugged her sister tightly, "I didn't really have a choice, y/n said she would go home if I was late again." Mai, said with a bit of a whine. Nobara went for y/n. "She's giving you hell huh?" Her comment made the girl laugh. "Nah she's fine, she can be a bit of a baby." That line made Mai slap her arm playfully, even when they made digs at each other, it was all in good fun.

Y/n could see Mai out the corner of her eye scanning the room, it wasn't unusual for her to do that, but it was the fourth time the past 30 minutes they've been here. Something was definitely up with her, and when she raised her hand having finally spotted the one she was looking for, y/n was a hundred percent sure of what was going on.

"Yuuji, over here" Mai called hand in the air, a very friendly smile on her face. Yuuji eagerly walked over offering his greetings, his attention was on y/n "Hey, has my brother texted you at all?" That was an out of the blue question. Mai gave her a look "His brother?" She questioned, then looked back at Yuuji "You've got a brother?" Why did he have to say that infront of Mai, she wouldn't leave her alone until she told her everything about the guy, she was at least thankful he didn't mention a date, Sukuna probably hadn't mentioned anything to him. "Oh yeah, he's the one I went to last week and no Yuuji he hasn't, did something happen?" Mai stayed silent, so did the other girls, they planned on interrogating her later, judging by the looks they exchanged. "Oh it's nothing" Yuuji let out a breathy laugh, knowing he plotted with Geto to get under his brother's skin. Payback for the bagels he baked at 4 am was going to be sweet.

Yuuji took a seat next to Mai, who introduced him to her sister, Nobara already knew him short of and the two of them begun chatting casually. Y/n could see the chemistry between them as he complimented the dark haired girl on the way she looked tonight. She could see their eyes meeting, something more than friendliness resided in the looks they shared.

Y/n let her friend have her fun, at this point Maki and Nobara had adopted her taking shots, talking about the annoying situations that have occurred in the time they hadn't seen each other. Nobara in particular, was sharing her frustrations about men not taking her seriously as Maki's significant other and continuing to make moves on her partner. "I shut them down" Maki said proudly snaking an arm around her girlfriend's waist. "I know you do, I just want them to feel a bit threatened" Nobara's eyes drifted to the floor . "What are you talking about? Remember the time you just looked at that guy eyeing her and he mouthed 'sorry'? You're very threatening." Y/n took another shot laughing with the two girls. Her comment was quite comforting to Nobara and Maki knew that things always went Nobara's way, she just liked complaining sometimes, she was the jealous type.

Todo with Takada in hand, who arrived right after y/n and Mai, answers his door again for the multipluth time this evening, seeing the last person he expected. "I thought you were too old for house parties" he taunted at the grumpy man infront of him. "Screw you I'm 26, and I didn't come empty handed" Sukuna spoke, his tone getting a bit friendlier at the last words in his sentence. He passwd the two bottles of vodka he held to Todo. "Well come on in, Yuuji's brother is also mine" he said giving the pink haired man a friendly hug.

Sukuna's eye scanned his living room untill his eyes landed on the back of y/n's head, he headed straight her way.

Y/n heard a few girls around her making a fuss over some apparently really hot guy who just entered, but she didn't bother turning around. That was until she heard it "Huh, who would've known, you actually have friends" That voice was unmistakably his. Sukuna was here. Y/n's heart was fluttering in her chest but the alcohol in her system made it easy to come up with a comeback. "At least I don't pay mine to hang around me." She said, her voice laced with sarcasm, she still didn't turn to face him, she was frozen in place. Mai's, Maki's, Yuuji's and Nobara's eyes were wide and dancing between the two. There was for sure something going on here. Sukuna took a seat beside her casually draping an arm around the back of the sofa. "You're hurting my feelings doll, I'm not that bad" he spoke so softly, she almost got lost looking into his eyes. He looked way too good for her liking, same jewelry and eyeliner as the last time she saw him, his pink her strategically messed up, a silk black button down with the top two buttons undone, exposing his defined collarbones and the tattoos that extended to his chest and neck, black pants framing his thighs perfectly as he sat. Y/n was staring at this point, her friends were silent, taking in the image that was displayed before them. They had never seen y/n flustered or having difficulty forming words. Even Yuuji was surprised, seems like he was wrong about y/n's taste.

Sukuna was enjoying the look on her face a little more than he cared to admit, he would've taken his teasing further, but he didn't want to embarrass the girl anymore and her friends were already shocked. "Aren't you going to introduce me?" He asked her poking her cheek, and y/n could see Nobara was about to blow up.

"Right, Mai, Maki and Nobara this is Sukuna, he's um my tattoo artist?" What was she even supposed to say at this point? The guy she went on a date with and had the best make out session of her life?

Sukuna gave his hand out to the girls greeting them, he noticed his brother a few seats over who was concealing a laugh "you're here too brat" he briefly egnowledged him, Yuuji hummed back a hello in return, turning to Mai who was very eager to hear the details of y/n's and Sukuna's relationship, he sure as hell didn't look like just her tattoo artist.

"Tattoo artist? Really? you don't even have tattoos y/n" Nobara spoke, she just wanted her friend to be honest with her, if she had someone special, she could have said so, they've known each other for years. Sukuna wasn't surprised to hear that y/n hadn't shared that she got tattooed, he could tell she was a bit of a private person.

Y/n took off her jacket that she still had on from when she arrived, to show off the design to Maki and Nobara, Mai had already seen it and she was busy gossiping with Yuuji anyways. "Right, I forgot to tell you" she said, as Maki and Nobara scanned her upper arm with their eyes, so did Sukuna. He couldn't help himself, y/n looked so beautiful in his work. He wanted to cover every inch of her skin she was willing to give him, she could be his personal work of art, she already was one, but he wanted to decorate her in the best way he could and with the most beautiful art he could make. "That looks so beautiful" Maki spoke in awe, Nobara gave a little laugh "it's creepy, but it's really you. "

She took a look at Sukuna then back at y/n "It's very fitting, I don't know how to explain it." She continued.

Sukuna never took compliments that seriously, but hearing y/n's seemingly bitchy friend praise his work and the perception he had of her made him grin widely.

The four of them continued to speak, Maki and Nobara were very interested in Sukuna's line of work, Mai and Yuuji also took their turns in talking when they weren't too busy with one another. Y/n's friends were doing great with Sukuna, she thought he would be really difficult, he has a very explosive personality. Sukuna was putting in all the effort to make a good impression, both to y/n and the ones around her.

"So, did you miss me that much you came to find me?" Y/n asked once the attention was taken off of them. Mai looked to be having a deep conversation with Yuuji whereas Maki and Nobara got up to dance. "And if I did?" Sukuna spoke, his face dangerously close to hers, when did he manage to get hip to hip with her? Then again y/n had grown so comfortable around him, she didn't notice.

"Well, if that's the case, I'm glad you did come." She replied, Sukuna could tell she was a bit tipsy, else he would be making out with her on that sofa not caring who was watching.

Y/n poured herself another drink, thank god she didn't have to get up to get a refill, but Sukuna's voice stopped her movements. "Maybe you should ease up there" he said watching her fill two cups.

Y/n raised a brow at him "since where are you a party pooper? come on it ain't a party without a drink" her voice was playful as she tried passing one cup to him. Sukuna liked this y/n too, she was a bit more giggly, she smiled a bit more, "I'm driving sweetheart". Y/n was satisfied with his answer and proceeded to gulp down on both the cups she filled before Sukuna could stop her. She laughed pointing at him with her tongue out "too slow". Sukuna could only smile and pat her head. She was something else.

Somewhere along the night, Maki and Nobara disappeared and so did Yuuji and Mai. "You better tell your brother to take good care of my friend" y/n's state was getting worse, or more hilarious, it depended on how you looked at it. Sukuna would straight up laugh with some of the things she said, and he was trying his best to keep all forms of alcohol away from her, for her own good. "I don't think you should worry, Yuuji is much better than me in these kinds of things." He replied honestly, but y/n didn't necessarily see it like that. "There's no way he's that smooth" she trailed, the corners of her lips tugging upward. "Well if I didn't know any better, I'd say you liked me, didn't you think I was a dick?" Sukuna asked "Still do" her smile only grew wider.

One thing was for sure, y/n was very demanding when drunk, Sukuna left her side for the first time all night to get her some water, cause she felt 'like SpongeBob under that lamp drying out'. Not even slightly bothered by her request, Sukuna was on his way back to her, that's when he saw some guy standing infront of her trying to talk to her. Y/n even in her not very conscious state didn't tolerate people who didn't respect her "Just one song, come on it won't hurt, you're alone after all" the guy, y/n didn't care to catch the name of said "look, I don't dance, not unless the company is worth it, and I'm here with someone, leave me alone, this is getting annoying" Sukuna observed laughing to himself. He didn't feel the need to intervene yet. Y/n didn't like getting bossed around that's for sure, nor did she need a knight in shining armour to protect her, not that he would mind doing that. Sukuna casually sat down beside her again, ignoring the guy who was still standing there for some reason. That irritated him, it was enough that he tried to make a move on her, but not leaving while he was right there rubbed him the wrong way, "Here you go sweetheart" He said handing her the glass, praying that she won't drop and break it, he threw a glare at the guy who finally took the hint and left. "Thank you 'kuna." Y/n spoke, in a tone totally different from the one she had moments ago.

The nickname alone made his heart jump. Gojo was quite annoying when he called him that, but hearing the same word rolling out of y/n's tongue was completely different. Sukuna couldn't tell why he was feeling that way, he didn't care though, all he knew was that even the air smelled sweeter, when he was around her.

"You don't dance unless the company is good?" He asked, genuinely curious "well yes, if I feel comfortable I'll dance, but I don't really do it that much" she said, eyes heavy looking all over Sukuna's frame. " I see, how about we dance?" Sukuna suggested, he rarely danced himself, y/n made him want to get out of his comfort zone, hell he's already at a house party thanks to her.

"Only if you take some shots with me." She smilled at him malevolently. "You're playing dirty, who's going to take you home if I'm drunk?" Sukuna just wanted to hear her drunken logic "It probably takes a bottle for you to get drunk, you're clumsy, drunk or not, you're probably going to kill me if I get in your car".

Sukuna was full blown laughing, but she was right, her head was still not gone, she could walk and talk fine, she was just more talkative and cheerful, couple of shots wouldn't hurt, he could walk her home after since she lived close by, he remembered the way and then walk back home himself. She also gave him the cutest look he'd ever seen, how could he deny her?

"Ok you win" he raised his hands in defeat and y/n couldn't be happier. She poured 4 shots for them, which they quickly consumed and they were off to dance.

She never pictured him as a dancer, y/n saw Sukuna as the very cool looking dude standing on the bar, probably drinking whiskey with a bit of ice.

Looks can be deceiving, Sukuna was spinning her around, their bodies were pressed together, guiding each other to the beat. Eyes were meeting, body heat was exchanged, they fit like puzzle pieces even like this. Y/n kept looking at the exposed skin of his neck, why did he have to look like that and be this close, her face only grew warmer once her eyes met his and then dropped to his lips. Its not that Sukuna didn't want to kiss her, he would most certainly prefer her to be sober and remember it clearly the next day.

Those last two shots y/n had, in addition to Sukuna's body against hers, made her vision a bit blurry and her knees weak. "Hey doll, everything ok? You with me?" He shook her lightly by the shoulders, he could tell she was growing tired and he noticed how her demeanor changed. "Mhm, I'm sleepy 'kuna" there she goes again, making his heart skip beats. Y/n would be giving him so much shit had she realised she made him feel like that. "Ok then, how about we take you home ?" Sukuna's voice was so mellow, almost like he was talking to a toddler.

He guided her out of the crowded house, Todo was nowhere to be found, so Sukuna couldn't really let him know he was leaving.

Y/n was leaning on him, walking slowly down the street towards her place, but she abruptly stopped and sat down.

"What's wrong?" Sukuna asked, his sound as mellow as before. She was down right adorable, sitting there with a pout of her face .

"My feet hurt" y/n complained, dramatically throwing her arms around, if it was any other person Sukuna would've droped them to fend for themselves. "Really? That's sad" he replied, dropping down to her level, she only nodded, women's shoes are the most uncomfortable thing in the world. Sukuna scooped her up in his arms and carried her bridal style the rest of the way, he couldn't have her complaining and it wasn't like she would remember much either. With her arms wrapped securely around his neck, y/n could feel the warmth creeping up her neck all the way up to her ears, she didn't see the satisfied smile Sukuna wore.

Today went a lot better than he expected. So well that the tiredness got to y/n before they reached her apartment. Sukuna watched as she fell asleep in his arms. What a strange girl, she had both shyness and attitude, she was dancing her heart out no more than 15 minutes ago yet she still managed to fall asleep as he carried her.

Reaching her building, luckily the main entrance was unlocked. Sukuna took a peek at her, he couldn't bring himself to wake her up, she looked so peaceful, but unfortunately he had to. "Hey, which floor are you on?" He whispered softly, that was enough to shake y/n awake. "Third" she whispered back. Sukuna took the elevator up, and he finally reached her hallway, he only wished she didn't get her floor wrong or it would look like he was trying to break into someone else's house. "Doll, can you point your door for me? I'll put you down for a bit, where are your keys?" Y/n pointed at her door, handed Sukuna her keys and groaned as he set her down to unlock it for her. "You're such a brat" he pointed out swinging the door open, her annoyed face looked even cutter under the barely lit hallway.

Lord knows how Sukuna managed to find the light switches in the dark but he made it, y/n looked completely out of it now. He picked her back up and tried a few doors to find her bedroom. He gently layed her on the mattress. Y/n groaned again and said something about being uncomfortable. Of course she was uncomfortable, with her clothes still on from going out, there's no way she wasn't.

He shouldn't care right? He should just let her be and go home, but Sukuna could already tell she would have an awful nights sleep and he wanted her to rest properly. "Were do you keep sleep clothes" he asked, y/n pointed lazily at some drawer. After briefly digging in the drawer, he took out a pair of sweat pants and a hoodie for her.

He reached her frame again, undoing her shoes, sliding them off, next he prompted y/n with her side resting on the headboard so he could have her sit up with her legs dangling of the side of her bed. His hands found the rim of her shirt, her voice stopped him "don't look ok?" Her voice was hardly above a whisper. "I won't look"

"Promise?" She asked holding out her pinky

"promise" he stated locking it.

Sukuna averted his eyes from her body and helped her into her comfy clothes. Only one thing remained "Now come on time to get your makeup off"

"Nooo, I want to sleep" she complained loudly, dropping her body backwards on the bed. "Come on, it's not good for your skin, it will just be a minute, just be good for me" he said grabbing her hand, but y/n turned her head away. That's when Sukuna threw her over his shoulder, the most she could do was weakly hit his back and tell at him to put her down.

Sukuna sat her somewhere in her bathroom, while she still mumbled about being sleepy. He got a washcloth wet, and took a look at the products in her cabinet, she surely had an oil cleanser he just had to find it... bingo.

He pushed her hair out of the way and gently applied and massaged the product on to her skin, giving her instructions to keep her eyes and mouth close, he was extra careful not to cut her with his nails, then he used the washcloth to remove all the make-up that melted off. Sukuna also wore liner, not all the time but often enough to know that some things didn't come off with soap and water. He takes care of himself, his skin, his hair, his nails, everything. He knows a bit more than he's willing to share. Next he followed the same steps with her cleaner, y/n was enjoying herself, half asleep under his touch. He finished everything by applying a serum and a moisturizer on her face. "You've got the cheap stuff." He joked. "Hey it works" y/n defended as he picked her up once more.

This time he layed her under the covers, he pulled them up over her body, looking at her with plain adoration, he leaned down to press a kiss on her forehead.

"Sleep tight, I'll text you." He whispered in her ear, turning around to leave. A hand tugged oh his wrist, the same way he had done to her a couple days ago. Y/n was looking at him with pleading eyes "please stay" she almost begged, "are you sure? Its really late" he said, y/n nodded patting the spot beside her, he couldn't say no to those eyes. He quickly got rid of his shoes and dress shirt, he disappeared to the bathroom to take off his eyeliner and got under the covers with her.

Y/n curled up next to him, laying her head on his chest, taking in all his warmth and scent while listening to his heartbeat, his arm was wrapped securely around her.

" Can I ask you something?" Y/n's voice broke the silence. "Didn't you want to sleep?" Sukuna teased, and y/n took the opportunity to ask anyway. "Why do you like me?" What kind of question is this? Sukuna blamed the fact that she was a bit out it. She had no reason to be insecure, she was stunning and she also had a personality to back up her looks. "Let's see... you're kind of a badass, no one really talks back to me like you do, you're quite easy on the eyes too" what he said was very true, but he was falling for the little details too. The way she picked mindlessly at her food as she talked when he took her out, or the way her eyes sparkled when something peaked her interest. Even her drunken self had him feeling things he never did.

"How come you were single? Judging by your friends it's been a while" The words came out of his mouth before he could stop them, but y/n didn't give any signs of being bothered by his assumption. "Honestly, I don't want someone to fall out of love and leave me behind" Drunken words are sober thoughts. Sukuna didn't want to ask if that had happened to her before, he didn't care, he would do better than whoever hurt her.

More moments passed with him rubbing comforting circles on her back, he was sure she was asleep, her breath was slow and steady against his chest. "I wonder, what would you say if I asked you to be mine?" Sukuna whispered, staring up at her ceiling. "I'd say yes, airhead" y/n mumbled. Sukuna's eyes widened, she wasn't supposed to hear that. "I'll make sure to ask you soon then" he said, y/n looked up at him, this time he couldn't help himself and captured her lips in his, in a very slow passionate kiss. It didn't last long but it was enough to keep y/n's head spinning around with him running through it. "Sleep already, brat"

"okay 'kuna".

The light coming in, beaming through her curtains, woke y/n from a very peaceful sleep, now all she felt was the vodka she consumed the night before. Her head was pounding hard, she reached for her phone on her nightstand. Instead of her phone, her hand made contact with a piece of paper.

Good morning doll.

You're most definitely feeling like shit, but don't worry you didn't do anything too embarrassing. Unfortunately I had to go to work early and you looked cute sleeping, I didn't want to wake you. There are pain killers next to you, you must have a hell of a headache. Don't forget to eat, I made breakfast for you in the kitchen (with all I could manage to find, you should go grocery shopping more often). Text me or I might think you died in your sleep. Have a wonderful day y/n.

- Sukuna

PS I took a peek in one of your notebooks. I was right, your handwriting is really fucking bad.

Of course he had to be his usual smug self, y/n found herself laughing at the words scribbled on the paper that was obviously ripped out of one of her notebooks. His handwriting was as pretty as his drawings, so aesthetically pleasing. He had even taken time to doodle coffee cups, and some trees at the bottom of the page.

The events from the previous night were starting to flood back to her head head. She took the pain killers Sukuna left out for her, he was kind enough to place a glass of water on her nightstand too. Y/n couldn't believe Sukuna not only stayed over, but he also put in so much effort for her, he certainly didn't look like the type to do so.

Walking in her kitchen, what she witnessed, exceeded all her expectations. When she read breakfast she thought he made her a sandwich, which she would've been extremely grateful for. Sukuna had gone all out, from pancakes, to French toast, an omelet and even her coffee served. She just stood there looking at her table, mouth almost hanging.

Her phone buzzed in the pocket of her sweat pants.

You should've told me you were going out with Yuuji's hot brother. I would've never guessed that's your type.

Mai seemed to be in a mood to tease her.

You're right I should've told you, your turn, where did you and Yuuji run off to last night?

Y/n laughed knowing it was going to take a while to get a response. She sat down looking at all the choices she had, wondering what to pick. It's safe to say everything was as delicious as Sukuna.

I'm impressed. You draw, you cook AND you didn't burn down my house, I'm very thankful for that (breakfast was delicious too).

Sukuna, stared down at his phone, all the stress he had two nights ago long forgotten. Only thing that remained was to get y/n right back in his chair.

Happy to hear you're alive and kicking and you enjoy my cooking. I've got to go through, some dickbag wants me to do a cover-up. I'll talk to you later.

He dealt with this client in an unusually polite manner. Y/n had brighten his morning from the moment he woke up next to her.

Bonus Domain shenanigans: "Yuuji was right, I had to push him" Geto said to an agitated Gojo, who wanted to get under Sukuna's skin for a little longer. "Then hopefully he will bring her over, that would for sure be fun, he's going to get so worked up if we give her any attention." Gojo was rubbing his hands together at the thought. "I don't think that's a good idea. I'm not that worried about what Sukuna will do to you, we've both seen y/n, she doesn't even take his shit, I think she'd hit you." Nanami pointed out ."Well I haven't yet seen her, Yuuji said she was nice to him." Megumi joined the conversation remembering his friend talking about the girl, he had zoned out for half of it though. "I haven't seen her either, I did hear her though, she doesn't sound like she would let you pull something like that to him" Geto spoke again. "Nah she looked friendly, we can for sure make him foam at the mouth" Gojo plotted. "I can guarantee, she will rip of your head of if you try your shit." Sukuna was sure of it too.

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[artistfingers]

Everything Everyone else hasn't asked yet ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

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[Weirdly Specific Artist Ask Game]

3. What ideas come from when you were little

rather than saying any specific ideas came from when i was a kid, i think,... there are tropes that i still love and draw on and can credit to some of the things i read and watched as a kid. one big example is hidden identities - my most trope ever - all has a big basis on some of my earliest Media Memories, like detective conan, danny phantom, ouran high school host club, alex rider, and so on ahsdg

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn't supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it)

i do not know my own subconscious mind well enough to say 💀

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in

i had a really big mob pscyho fic i wrote 30k on in 2019... don't know if i'll ever circle back to write the rest. there's been countless comic projects that i started and dropped over the years as well...

as for illustrations i have a number of half-started DP illustrations that may or may not ever be finished 🤷‍♂️

9. What are your file name conventions

either things languish in the land of Untitled Document, or they get ... passable attempts at descriptive names like "project title ch2 v1 inks"

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw

i always like drawing shirts! clothing folds in general are a big area i'd love to sink some more practice into, tho

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what

Oh Always. i rotate between music (shuffling my spotify likes or going start-to-end on an album), podcasts (dungeons & daddies or dimension 20 mostly), youtube (IE, gamegrumps, izzzyzzz) and/or reality shows my friends put on :>

12. Easiest part of body to draw

faces/heads? i feel like i put most of my practice there because i love to draw expressions. hands might be what i practice second most

13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn't your thing

another one i say, i dunno. if i follow artists on social media that i admire, i'd count their work as "my thing" even if it's outside the range of what i might create myself 🤔

15. *Where* do you draw (don't drop your ip address this just means do you doodle at a park or smth)

at my desk, on the couch, or in bed mostly! i've been trying to get myself out to draw at the park more

17. Do you eat/drink when drawing? if so, what

i have a really bad habit of eating 10,0000 LifeSaver mints while i draw if i am not being careful 💀

18. An estimate of how much art supplies you've broken

sooooooo many pencils. 20+? in highschool and most of uni i was really picky about using fancy HB, 2H and 4H pencils for all my sketchbook work but at a certain point i started preferring mechanical pencils

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy

i don't know about Everyone, but comics/sequential art, maybe? pacing can be quite difficult but it's a challenge i really enjoy conveying on the page.

21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways

anything creepy crawly horror EHehehehe also anything papercraft, multi-media-y.... or like, super solid pen-and-ink. fine lines, black and white, that sort of thing

22. What physical exercises do you do before drawing, if any

if i remember i try to stretch my wrists 💀

23. Do you use different layer modes

ye!! whatever's needed at the time. i'm fond of multiply layers with purple ink for shading.

24. Do your references include stock images

oh, yep, stock images are actually one of my favorite sources for references outside of pose-specific reference resources like line-of-action, adorkaStock, etc. but stock photos (specifically sites like Pexels) are great for locations, perspective, animals, inanimate objects, or if i don't know exactly what i'm looking for

26. What's a piece that got a wildly different interpretation from what you intended

i'm not sure this has happened to me to that degree? like there's definitely been minor differences in interpretations when it comes to my comics (dialogue doesn't always land or imply what i intended) but i don't think i've ever had something taken wildly differently

27. Do you warm up before getting to the good stuff? If so, what is it you draw to warm up with

i don't normally, but if i do, it's usually standard sketchbook randomness - heads, hands, shapes, squiggles, objects around the room. the cats...

28. Any art events you have participated in the past (like zines)

i've contributed to a number of zines and things over the years :>

Welcome to Hell - 2014 & 2015

Sakana - Catch of the Day 2017 (I don't think I ever posted the full piece online, actually...?)

one for Danny Phantom coming up in December 👀

i also wrote for the WtH big bang in 2018, beta'd for the Fullmetal Alchemist Big Bang in 2021, and this year illustrated for the Danny Phantom Invisobang!

there will probably be more in the future. Love Me A Project

29. Media you love, but doesn't inspire you artistically

maybe podcasts? i've definitely drawn for podcasts before (gorgug from d20, some TAZ stuff way back in the day...) but i'd say it's rare and that the lack of a visual component separates it from media that inspires me artistically, or at least, does so directly

[hwrryscherry]

The one where model Y/N is attacked in Paris.

blurb: Harry and Model Y/N are in Paris for Fashion Week 2020 earlier this year. To celebrate her first time walking for Gucci, Harry decides to take her out for a dinner date when a crazy youtube prankster attacks her while leaving the restaurant and Harry get furious as standing up to defend his girl.

word count: 3.5K

warning: rude and disrespectful attitude, invasion of personal space, violence, anxiety attack quote. DON’T read it if you feel uncomfortable.

author’s note: HIII, I know this took me a while. I was working on it when I got a cold and just couldn’t think of anything to finish writing this, but I’m much better now for god’s sake. I’d like to apologize with whoever requested this for taking such a long time to post it and say a huge thank you or requesting this too! This is completely inspired by what happened to Gigi Hadid in 2016(I guess) and I remember seeing this video and thinking why someone would do that, also, Gigi said once that the guy was lucky Zayn wasn’t with her sooooo I guess I just think Harry would be so furious because even though he’s a very chill guy, his girl safety and well being is the one thing that matters the most to him.

gigi’s video for the ones who didn’t see it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IjsPmjqmcvs

       February 27th, 2020

   Today was the first time that you ever walked for Gucci, and it was amazing, you were beyond happy because getting where you are today being a short model and only being 22 years old it's something to be proud of. It hasn't been easy all the time but you were slowly making your way to the top and that's more than enough. And you were highly grateful for Harry either, of course you walked Gucci's show because of your talent and hard working and no one doubted that, but Harry did a important role in your newest contract with Gucci because you met the team because of him and his Gucci obsession. But anyway, the fashion show was amazing, and you had Harry on the crowd cheering for you all the time and God, he was so proud! He couldn’t even handle himself. He was recording everything and even got up when you did the catwalk next to him as he kept taking multiple pictures. If you have to be real, almost 90% of those pictures looked really bad because he wasn't focusing on the phone but he also wanted to register this moment and when you'd look through them later you'd actually laugh because most of them had a very blur image.

    When the fashion show ended, he had to congratulate you backstage. As you were starting to take off your outfit, you listened to your boyfriend's rough voice making you turn around to face him and see the biggest smile on his face, you could clearly see his dimples on the side of his cheek. He walked over to you instantly wrapping his strong arms around your figure hugging you so tight that you were even afraid that he would get the feat of ruining the rest of clothes you still had on.

— You were so great, I'm so pround of you! — Harry said on a low tone next to your ear before breaking the hug and looking carefully to your face. You had this crazy green eyeshadow that were halfway gone by now which caused him to chuckle — I love your eye look, it looks fabulous! — Harry said making you bend over to stare at the mirror behind you only realizing now you haven't finished taking off your makeup yet. You stand straight again giving him a mocking expression as you grabbed the makeup wipe you were using from the makeup table behind both of you.  

— I know, I'm thinking about wearing this everywhere because it's just really fashion! — you ironically said taking a smirk out of him as you turned around sitting on the chair in front of the mirror so you could have a sight of how you're makeup were doing — But thank you, you know I appreciate it!

— I do! And that's why I'll congratulate you by taking you out for dinner tonight! — Harry said walking towards you resting his hands on both of your shoulders squeezing them gently as he bends over giving you a small kiss on your neck.

— Oh, like a dinner date? — You'd ask with a smirk on as you felt goosebumps on your kiss with his little kiss.

— Exactly like a dinner date! And later, we can have our own private celebration! — He'd say with a  smirk on his lips as you finished taking your makeup off — What d' you think? Sounds good? — He asked you and you nodded at him and just some minutes later you both were out stage going back to your hotel in Paris. Harry called Jeff and asked him if he could make a reservation for both of you for tonight around 8 pm and he glady did, so as it was already 6 pm and as you both were probably the one couple in the world who takes the longest to get ready, you'd come back to the hotel and started getting ready already.

    Jeff made an appointment for both of you to go to Le Cinq restaurant which is located near the Eiffel Tower and Arc of Triumph. You absolutely loved Paris at night, for some reason it seemed more magical and interesting to you. The weather, the lights, the fashion and the language that you learned to master well through the years warmed your heart whenever you’d go there. When you were a child, you got used to always hearing your mom tells you:’’whenever you’re in love, go to Paris’’, and for this reason Paris was one of the first places where you and Harry traveled together as couple. Harry didn’t use to travel a lot for by the way. MOst of the time, he used to travel for work, so this changed a lot since you started dating because you love to travel. You’ve always been a free spirit person, the kind of person that goes wherever the winds takes you so with the time Harry became like this too as you started taking him to do the craziest things on the craziest places around the world.

    You felt the car slower it’s velocity as it got closer to the front of the restaurant, and you both could see by the window that the front was packed. As it was Paris Fashion Week, there were a lot of celebrities in the city and usually, fans settled in front of popular places around the city hoping they’d have a chance to meet their favorite celebs and even though you were already used to crowds at this point of your life, they’d still make you a little nervous, especially when it was in places not well known to you like a city you don’t live on.

— You’ll have to guide me because these shoes are really high and I don't want to step on anyone's feet — You said to Harry while putting your phone in the small black Prada bag you carried with you with your head down looking carefully to it because you’ve lost the count of how many times you thought you had put the phone inside your bag and you didn’t.

— It's alright! Hold my hand because there are a lot of people here! — Said Harry bringing his left hand up to your face to put a lock of hair of yours that fell in your face behind your ear and you nodded to him. Harry was really protective over you, and he has been that way since the beginning of your relationship. He’d always put your safety first anytime you’d go out together. When it was his about his concerts, you’d usually discuss about the fact that you want to be in the audience and he wants you to be backstage. It’d taken you a few minutes to convince him that everything was going to be fine, but it would also have days that it didn’t matter how much time you try to convince him he’d beg you to stay backstage so he could be relaxed during the performance. But you were grateful for him being that way, you were grateful that he cared so much about your well being because you know exactly how much some relationships can be destructive and you felt lucky to have someone this good in your life. Of course he wasn’t perfect, neither of you were but who is? He tried his best and that’s what matters the most.

    But anyway, Harry held your hand tightly and opened the car door, immediately feeling the camera’s flashes burning your faces and listening to some fans starting to shout. Harry’s bodyguards got between both of you and the crowd guiding your way to the entrance of the restaurant and you felt the heat from the crowd instantly even though the weather in Paris was only 59°F, it’d feel lot warmer until you entered the place. And that is one special kind of a place, The decoration was perfectly splendid, gorgeous and marvelous if you must say. The touches of gold and light blue mixed with the yellow coloration of lights and the spectacular french food scent brought a cozy and elegant vibe.The restaurant was a little full, nothing out of the common and you observed the many different sizes of tables and the groups of people in it.

    You both were taken to your table that was located next to the windows but wasn’t actually on the windows at it still had people outside and it feels weird to eat with people watching you. Anyway, Harry as the gentleman he is pulled the chair for you as he always did even though you had told him there’s no need for that. You both ordered glasses of your favorite white wine, neither of you were heavy drinkers but as it was a celebration it was much needed. The date happened naturally, just as all the laughing, talking and even gossips. This the casual couple gossip that you two would have, but it happened naturally. None of you ever felt like you had to pretend to be anybody else except yourself around each other.

    During the night, Harry would get lost in your face admiring your features while you’re talking. He would admire the way your eyebrows move when you’d change expressions, the way your eyes would form a very tiny line when you tried to see something that was away from you, he’d admire your smile and the sound of your laugh anytime you’d remember of something funny or he’d tell you something funny and he’d think of how lucky he is to have you, because even though he knows that sometimes he can be a pain in the ass(just as you can too) , you’re very lucky to have one another and to have someone who would make you feel this great and free about who you are. Because who you are is exactly who you need to be. Of course both of you believes that changing and envolving it’s the most important thing to do and sometimes you’d be surprised to see how much you both grew from the beginning of your relationship until today and that would bring smile to your faces. He feels lucky to be able to call you his girl, and god you loved when he’d do it. You loved when he was about to present you to someone and say ‘’This is my girl Y/N’’, it’d cause you to open a big smile because it felt natural. You’re his and he’s yours, period.

    When you both decided it was time to call it a night Harry paid the check against what you wanted because you wanted to pay this time. You’d honestly hate to have people paying for you, and this would usually be a point of discussion between you and Harry. You don't know why but you hate it, and it's just the gentleman in Harry wanting to spoil his girl again and again until he get tired of doing it, but he never does.

   You were about to leave the restaurant when Harry slid his right hand around your waist bringing you closer to him very calmly to kiss your cheek.

— I know you want to say hi to everyone but just walk to the car, alright? — He'd lowly talk next to your ear making you look at him with a serious expression — It's for your safety, love! It's late now, and we don't know who's there. — And he was right, it was past midnight now and there were still some people out there. How can they stand there in this cold weather? But anyway, you agreed with him as you both walked your way to outside. You felt flashes again, blinding flashing lights making you look to the ground as Harry held his hand on the back of your back guiding you to the car.

    As you walked towards the car, you felt a small hand touch your arm and you looked over to see a little girl with probably 12 or 13 years. She pursued tired eyes, and your heart ached with just the thought of keeping walking back to the car because you had no idea of how much time she’s been outside waiting for you so you stopped walking and bend down a little to get close to her height which made Harry stops walking immediately looking a little surprised but he understood when he saw you taking a picture with the little girl and how your face lightens up after it. You asked her what was her name and her age and she answered that her name was Lily and she was 13 she told you that she wants to be a model just like you when she grows older and that melted your heart. You smiled at her and told her that she could do whatever she wanted to and told her that when she grows up and becomes a model, you’d love to walk a show with her. When you’d stand up again you saw Harry looking at you with a small smile on his lips. He couldn’t deny he loves your kindness to every person in the world. It made his heart happy to know that he’s with someone with the same life philosophy than him. So he turned around to open the car door for you when you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist lifting you up and you froze.

— What the fu... — You'd shout before starting to hit him on his arms with your elbows as you'd move your legs trying to kick him with your heels. You'd feel flashes on your face and heat on your body increasing. It was the adrenaline and you were furious at this point. — Get...Off...Me — You'd shout as you'd hit his face with your elbows as well, Harry looked over to you and stormed out. He'd swear he'd never been like this in his life, he'd basically run to behind the guy's back and put his arm around his neck, Harry'd give him a punch right in the middle of his back and a slightly kick on the back of his knee to destabilise the guy which put you free by the moment he started to fall. Harry's bodyguard would hold you immediately trying to push you away from the crowd as you looked at Harry pushing the guy away from you.

— What the fuck were you doing? — Harry'd shout right into the man's face and watch as the man started to walk away from the crowd but Harry would go after him. Harry swears to god he couldn't even feel his body at the time. He was completely numb, moved by adrenaline and all he wanted to do was to beat the shit out of that man. — WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? — Harry'd shout walking after him getting no response which just made him angrier. At that time he didn't care about the cameras or whoever was watching him, he couldn't calm down when someone threated his girl safety and personal space. It didn't even need to be you. If he saw anyone threatening a woman's safety, he'd freak out in anger.

   You felt the bodyguards strong hands trying to push you away from the situation because that's what Harry would want him to do. He tried walking you towards the car, but you were reluctantly screaming for Harry because he could get himself hurt if he didn't come back to the car now. The other bodyguard walked after Harry grabbing him by the arm and Harry turned over to look at him with so much anger on his look and you'd swear you never saw him like this but then he did started walking over to you again.

   You finally entered the car and closed the door. You felt in panic. Basically paralyzed, you felt your anxiety attacking and your hands shaking. You could literally hear your heart beating so fast and loud that it scares you.

— Go get him! Follow him to hell. I don't care! Take him to the police office! — You'd listen to Harry talks firmly to his bodyguards as he opened the car's door and entered in it. He took a deep breath and turned his face to look at you. His heart broke at that moment. You were a mess. You couldn't even feel the tears leaving your eyes, but he did see them. He saw your hands shaking and how scared your eyes looked and at that moment all of his anger left his body — Love... — He'd sigh getting closer to you while wrapping his arms around your now-fragile figure. He could feel your entire body shaking on his arms. He caressed your hair with one of his hands as he hugged you tight to calm you down. He'd look to the driver and make a sign for him to start driving back to your hotel — Are ya okay? You're hurt? Did he hurt you? — He'd talk on a calm tone squeezing you a little on his arms. You'd lift your head up to look at him with red wet eyes shaking your head to him.

— I'm sorry! — You'd say lowly. He did tell you to walk straight to the car, and you didn't listen to him.

— It's not your fault, love! — He'd say wiping some of your tears and then carefully kissing both of cheeks — Don't worry about it, everything's gonna be fine, alright? It's okay!

   You'd spent the rest of the ride in silence. A comfortable silence. You'd be laying your head on his shoulder while holding his head getting your breathing and heart back to normal and your phones would start buzzing with notifications of what happened but none of you would see it, not now.

   When you got to your hotel, you'd get out of the car in the garage. You'd both walk slowly to the elevator and slowing to your room. You entered the room going directly to the king sized bed and throwing yourself in it because you felt like getting in a coma and just waking up to a time where all this drama would go away. Harry'd walk towards you and sit in bed beside you. He'd put both of his hands on your shoulders massaging them slowly.

— I'll prepare you a bath, so you can relax a little before sleeping, how's that sound? — He'd say trying to cheer you up a little bit.

— Sounds great, thank you love! — You'd turn your head to look at him with a forced smile on your lips. Harry'd bend down to kiss your hair line before leaving to the bathroom.

   He'd try his best to make you feel the most comfortable to sleep tonight. He'd prepare you a bath. He'd give you a message, he'd brush your hair for you but actually, he loves to do that. He loves to brush your hair before you go to bed, it was more like a routine for you both. He loves to feel your long locks on his fingers and to feel the sweet scent of it. He'd cuddle you until you fall asleep too, he'd even be the big spoon tonight so you could sleep on his chest breathing his perfume because he hoped that'd make you have a good night of sleep.

   And after you did, he'd look on the things on his phone. All the posts about you being attacked in Paris and him beating the guy who did it were just too much and he felt sorry that you'd have to see and read all of those stuff as soon as you unblock your phone. A lot of your friends texted him asking what happened and if you were ok. He'd answer the closest ones only, like his mom and Gemma, your mom, Bella and Jeff. He didn't know what you'll decide about the next fashion shows you had to walk, but he also knows that no one would blame you if you just chose to come back home in NYC.

  Harry didn't sleep at that night at all, he couldn't stop looking for what happened and why it happened. The next day, it was everywhere in the media and later you'd found out that the guy was a youtuber and he was making a prank when he posted his stupid youtube vlog with "I pranked Harry Styles's girlfriend and he punched me" as a title. You'd sue him for sure. You don't like taking those kind of actions, but it was necessary, he had to understand that you cannot disrespect people like this, specially people you don't know.

  After that you'd probably understand why Harry is so protective over you and Harry would actually get ten times more protective, if I had to be honest. But as the time passed by and quarantine came you both would leave it behind and move on with your life because in the end of the day you both will still have one another.

[faux-ee]

making bsd ocs based on my fav authors bcs they are both self-destructive af and fit quite nice into bsd's narrative. also I kind of want to crack ship them bcs its funny in my head

My first time making OCs for existing media. this is so cringe don't look lol its like miku binder you know who but even cringy-er don't expose me to ppl I'm scared I'll get expelled from this site 

TW: mentions of suicide, severe existential crisis, my inaccurate portrayal of the authors’ philosophies that I should feel ashamed about 

Fernado Pessoa, 15 at his first appearance during the Great War, now 22. His birthday is on June 13th. 

Appearance: His light blue hair is tied back into a low ponytail with a pristine white bow. Dark green eyes often cast around a furtive gaze that spoke only of reluctance and avoidance. You think you'd scared him by just existing. He's 5'7'' but because he always slouches he seems shorter than that. He is usually spotted in a black suit, but it fits him only awkwardly and he always wears his tie wrong. He wears a hat and carries a cane, too, just to complete the victorian gentry attire. He looks like the kind of person that puts too much effort into looking formal because he's wary of others' opinions, but obviously forgets to take care of himself on a daily basis, a philosopher all-too-often lost in his thoughts. Sometimes he forgets to put on his glasses and the dreamy look on this face just intensifies, making you think he's very far away from everything around him. He looks like he prefers to be in an idyllic setting any time, as if he'd been plotting his escape his whole life, but the way he dresses is as oppressing and disorderly as the city. 

Background: He's from Portugal but is educated at an English school, so he currently works for the Order of the Clock Tower. He mainly sits in office and does paperwork which he hates, but it provides an okay income and he's satisfied with that. In his teenage years, he used to work under the Transcedents, but he hated being used as a weapon and requested to return to his original post. 

Ability: The Book of Disquiet. Can transform ppl's distressed thoughts into an energy field that disturbs their mental state so much that they could kill themselves in a self-loathing frenzy. Victims describe feeling like being torn into several different persons as they were hit by his ability, which activates automatically whenever Pessoa is in a bad mood, and he's always brooding. It's a pretty op ability except it affects ppl regardless of who they side with, and no one was willing to partner with him until Cioran joined the Order.  

Emil Cioran, 23. His birthday is on April 8th. 

Appearance: His dark grey hair is done half-up. Pastel red eyes contain an unfathomable depth. He looks a head taller than Pessoa except he hasn't measured his height in years - he doesn't want to be reminded that he's still alive and corporeal. Freckles litter across his high-bridged nose, and despite his sharp features, his smile holds a certain warmth. He only smiles sparingly, though. Strangely, he is dressed in a hospital gown despite having never been to a hospital. For all his lamenting about the misfortune of being born, he hasn’t actually made any suicide attempts. After becoming one of Fyodor’s contacts in the Order, he donned a wine-colored poncho with intricate, exotic patterns on the front and a pair of black cargo pants. 

Background: He’s born in a Romanian orthodox family but soon lost his parents to the war. For the longest time he relied on his adopted sister, Simone, because he has some questionable moral standards and really doesn’t have the motivation to take on a job he isn’t passionate about — and it’s already hard enough finding a job post-war. At 21, he went to seek his purpose in Paris, where he met Fyodor. The Russian impressed him so much that he immediately agreed to work for the DoA. It is unclear what Fyodor has said to him, but Cioran holds the belief that Fyodor is the only mortal qualified enough to speak the words of saints. Spying on Agatha Christie herself, he mostly just lingers around the area with his ability activated. 

Ability: On the Height of Despair. He can immediately tell people’s innermost desires or compel the more weak-minded to voice their darkest truth; he can then send this information to any recipient he designates via thinking alone. Knowing people at depth doesn't make him sympathetic, just disgusted and hopeless in humanity; he carries a bible around and prefers to hide in god’s realm than live in the mundane reality. Since he’s always in a pessimistic mental space, Pessoa’s ability hardly affects him more than what his own mind does to him daily. And Pessoa is secretly happy to finally be able to confide his desires in something other than ink and paper, and seek the truth with that person too.  

Where the ship happens lol: 

In Cioran’s pointless wander in the Order’s building, he discovered Pessoa’s office and read some of his writings he did when he was bored. He felt like he had found another self — another person with an exquisite taste for personal disaster. The next time Pessoa was (very unwillingly) sent out on a mission, he volunteered to partner with him; they discovered that their abilities and personalities are pretty compatible, because they are both in the pit of metaphysical despair every minute of their life and could hardly be drawn into a darker mindset. Cioran is a bit wary of Pessoa because although the latter declares to be unhappy, he loves fiercely and has long settled contently with his belief in multiple gods. He also low-key despises the other person because they are frankly just mirror reflections of each other, and you couldn’t find two people who hate themselves more. Pessoa also finds Fyodor foolish, and Cioran feels betrayed but cannot convince him otherwise. Despite their rocky partnership, their friendship is quite tender, as they bonded well over tarots and astrology; Pessoa knows that Cioran is a spy from day one, he just knows, and he sometimes mocks Cioran for sticking to an organization that loves to play god. 

trivia i guess

Cioran's aroace and Pessoa's pan (-romantic/sexual and -theistic! Pagan pride hell yeah)

Cioran has a love-hate relationship with god. In theory he thinks the world is better without him, but in practice he cannot abandon his upbringing and does need a religious belief to anchor his humanity. He agrees with Fyodor on wiping out the ability users though bcs Sinners.

Pessoa supports the DoA's end but not its methods. He thinks everyone should just chilllll but also government bad those things shouldn't exist.

So much of this is based on irl quotes including everything involving Fyodor lol Cioran and Pessoa are so cool I love them so much gnight

i also tried to picrew them. Did my best with the limited color palette

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hi hello can i temporarily opt out of having a body please and thank you

42 notes • Posted 2021-12-06 22:02:05 GMT

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Hello I saw your tag on the post about autistic Hotch so this is me very politely demanding you elaborate when you have the time and energy to do so <3

(Just a reminder that it's only my headcanon and if anyone disagrees, that's fine! We all have different interpretations of characters and that's what makes fandom so great.)

Thanks for asking!

Fair warning, this is probably going to end up quite long because I have Feelings about it. This isn't even really the headcanon itself as much as my reasoning for it!

I can separate my thoughts about it into two main categories: why I like it as a headcanon and the evidence behind it.

In terms of evidence, I can identify (and identify with) quite a few symptoms of ASD and I'll probably end up making that a separate and more detailed post, but the ones which stand out the most are:

Blunted affect - this refers to expressing emotion through facial expressions, body language, and speech (usually tone). This is common in autistic people and we often fall on both ends of this symptom and express emotions in ways that are perceived as under- or over-reacting. I can see this a lot in Hotch. In particular, his tone stays pretty constant and a little flat, and when it comes to body language and facial expression he under-emotes by neurotypical standards, often appearing neutral/cold.

Eye contact - this one is hard to put into words and I'll see if I can find a GIF for it, but he seems to have a pattern when it comes to eye contact: he'll maintain it for some time, look down/away, then back up. Breaking eye contact isn't unusual in itself but it's the very similar way each time that stands out to me and suggests eye contact doesn't come very naturally.

Can be very blunt - whilst he isn't as awkward as Reid, Hotch can still be pretty blunt (i.e. "So why hasn't he killed himself?" or immediately talking about victimology after being told Garcia didn't want to be called a victim). His general manner of speaking is direct and usually straightforwards.

Again, these are just off the top of my head and I can go more in-depth (feel free to send me asks/messages! Not even about this particular. I just like hearing from people) about other things I've picked up on.

As for why I like it:

Autistic and autistic-coded characters are overwhelmingly cis white boys diagnosed at a young age - savant super skill optional. Think BBC Sherlock, Sheldon Cooper, Shaun Murphy, and yes, Spencer Reid.

And the reality is, most of us aren't. AFAB people, people of colour, and especially women of colour are underdiagnosed/misdiagnosed due to that very stereotype and autism research having been based around young boys. There's nothing inherently bad about being cis/white/male or young when you were diagnosed, but the media very rarely acknowledges that there are other ways to be autistic.

(Yes, I know Hotch is still most of that)

As an autistic person, I was diagnosed at 17 - late enough for me to look back on things and go oh. Long enough for me to learn how to mask: hiding my autistic traits and imitate my neurotypical peers as best I could.

So in Criminal Minds, although Reid displays more visible traits and mannerisms usually considered autistic (there's no one way to 'look' autistic), I related much more to Hotch as an autistic person diagnosed late.

Because I've been told I'm able to "shut off" my emotions at times; I don't display much emotion around people I'm not close to; I struggle with keeping and maintaining close relationships when I have too many. If I stim in public it is small and/or subtle enough it appears normal. I mask.

Then you look at Hotch, who comes off as distant and sometimes cold, whose reaction to emotion is mainly internal but cares deeply about his team and his family, who is honestly one of the few TV characters I can honestly relate to.

He checks off no small number of autistic traits.

So yeah, autistic Hotch means a lot to me.

And this is barely scratching the surface of the headcanons I have about it - these are just the reasons why! But that's for another post which you can feel free to talk to me about :)

(I knew this was going to end up long!)

83 notes • Posted 2021-08-13 22:16:36 GMT

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mostly rhetorical but

At what point does a condition become a disability? Because I feel wrong calling myself disabled because I can physically do everything I could before I developed it and the only effect it has on me is pain. At the same time I don’t know what to call myself because I do have a chronic illness but surely I still count as able-bodied? Like it doesn’t stop me doing anything it’s just pain? I don’t know. Labels are difficult.

89 notes • Posted 2021-08-16 20:42:30 GMT

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criminal minds random headcanon

(So I’m only on season 5 at the moment and if anything that happens in canon contradicts this, whoops)

Today I’m thinking about how, when Jack reaches that age where kids hang around each others’ houses more than they play around outside, maybe his friend group prefers to go to his.

Maybe Hotch found a different apartment after everything that happened, or maybe his current one has room for his + Jack’s bedrooms and his work stuff and a spare room (the logistics here are kind of irrelevant) but the point is, there’s room for several teenagers to crash out.

I’m thinking about maybe Hotch is glad they do, and he encourages them: keeps the snacks they like (and good God do they go through them quickly) and has enough blankets and pillows for them to settle down in the spare room. Impromptu sleepovers happen a lot. He’s fine with it if they keep it down to reasonable volume and get enough sleep on school nights. It’s easier to keep an eye on them if they’re being stupid in his home rather than somewhere they might actually get into trouble, so if that means he has to listen to them shouting at video games or their... interesting music taste, so be it.

So with time, their apartment just becomes the place to go. Don’t want to go home? Jack’s. Want to hang out? Jack’s. Family drama? Jack’s. Whatever. They can stay the night, they’re welcome to dinner, and there’s usually clothes around somewhere to borrow if they need a shower. I mean, they’re teenage boys so they’re all the same kind of lanky build.

He’s strict but he’s not unfair - very much give them room to make their own mistakes. Don’t drink, don’t do drugs, don’t get into stupid/dangerous situations but call him if they need to get away/out of it and he’ll pick them up no matter what.

He’d given that talk to Jack, at first, but the first call like that he ever got was from one of Jack’s friends. And he’s met the parents, knows they’re all good (both from his own intuition and Jack assures him they are), so it’s sort of a surprise that the kid calls him to say it’s 2AM and he’s not sure where he is and it’s cold -- but Hotch goes nonetheless, makes sure this kid is OK and lets him stay the night and whatnot.

And in the morning he asks Jack if there’s anything going on with the kid’s family and he says no, so he asks why the friend called him instead of them. Jack gives him the most blatant ‘obviously’ teenager look and explains that yeah, their parents are all fine but they trust him because they know he’ll actually follow up on his promise

(”They think you’re cool,” Jack says. “I’ve tried telling them you’re not, but they won’t believe me.”)

And Hotch realises he’s almost... relieved? It takes him a long time to work out why.

Because he knows what it’s like to dread going home. To go home to shouting and screaming and pain. And he knows what the consequences can be, sometimes, for telling anyone. A safe place to get away from it all is exactly what he would’ve needed at that age, so he’s unintentionally created that. They might not have much stability to rely on but at least he can give them food, somewhere to sleep and a hot shower. Somewhere without family.

So maybe they have most Christmases with at least one of Jack’s friends around - Hotch has the team, anyway, and there’s a difference between the family celebration and one with them - and maybe most Saturday mornings he walks into the living room to teenagers asleep on the couch. Maybe he likes the background noise of their talking and laughing, because for a long time, it was too quiet with just him and Jack. 

(Sometimes he gets ‘Dad’ by accident/reflex from one of Jack’s friends. Maybe when they’re like 14/15 they pitch in and get him a present on father’s day and sort of embarrassed explain it’s father’s day because it’s the closest thing they can find to the trust they have - in less words and more awkwardness, but the point stays the same - and he has to walk away for a minute or two. Definitely not because he’s getting emotional. Definitely not.

They do it again the next year right until they leave for college. It still gives him that same reaction.)

I don’t know. I just think he’d be that kind of parent.

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[sillyrabbit81]

Her Heavy Cross

Summary: Three years after tragedy hits, Lana she decides to start dating again. She meets Will through a dating app and they begin an online romance. After months of constant requests, Lana relents and agrees to meet and go on an irl date with Will. But is Will who he says he is? Lana is quickly pulled into an intense relationship forcing her to confront her tragic past. Will Lana face it or will she close her heart forever?

Pairing: OMC x OFC

Word Count: approx 2.5k

Warnings: Smut, swearing

Authors Note: The story started as a Henry Cavill fanfiction but I changed it to be an original character, but shades of Henry are still there. Hope you enjoy the story and thanks for reading.

Part 6 Part 8

Part 7

Liam's phone rang. He ignored it and let it go to voicemail. When it rang again, he made a noise of disgust and took his phone out of his pocket to look at it. "It's my publicist. I had better take this."

Liam answered the phone and went outside to talk. I turned the oven on and started to unpack the groceries. Then I got the roast, put it in a baking tray, poured olive oil over the top and seasoned it with salt and some pepper. I got out some onions and garlic and started to cut them up to place around the roast to give it some added flavour.

"That looks great," Liam said when he came back in.

"Thanks," I said, and I gave him a grin. I took the tray and put it in the oven. I got my phone and put an alarm on, giving myself time to cook the veggies before they finished. A thought came to me, and before I could bite my tongue, I said, "They do say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach."

"Really?" Liam licked his lips, looked down at his pants and said, "I'd say they were aiming too high."

It took me a minute to work out what the joke was. When I finally did, I couldn't help but laugh and hide my face in my hands.

"You've gone so red!" Liam appeared to be having fun with my inability to control my blushes.

"Oh, my God!" I said, still hiding my face and laughing. "Alright, that was funny."

It took me a while to stop laughing. When I did, Liam said sombrely, "Sweetheart, I have to tell you something."

"Uh, oh, it doesn't sound good."

"It's not bad. I don't know how you will feel about it." Liam then told me that his publicist had called to let him know there were pictures put on Instagram and Twitter of the two of us kissing at the pub last night. "Your name hasn't been mentioned, and the photos look to be shot from pretty far away on a mobile, so someone in the pub took the pictures. Sarah says they probably aren't going to tell who you are by the pictures unless someone who knows you well comes forward."

I think if my eyes bulged out of my head any further, they would have fallen out and rolled on the floor. "That quick?" It was all I could think to say.

"Yeah. It's hard to know what will come out and when. A lot of times I go out, and no one notices me, but other times I have paps or members of the public following me for hours."

"Who's Sarah?"

"My publicist." Liam reached across the bench and took my hand in his. "Are you ok?"

"You say they don't know who I am?" Liam nodded, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn't happy but what was I going to do about it? I picked at my nails. I needed to paint them; the pale pink polish was starting to chip.

"You ok?" Liam asked again

I shrugged. "Your life is weird."

Liam chucked. "You keep telling me that."

"So, what happens now?"

"Well, usually Sarah would say to private all social media, but she had a look and said she could only find a Facebook profile for you which was already private. Do you have any others? Instagram? Twitter? Snapchat?"

"No. I have a YouTube account that I use to watch videos, but that isn't linked to my real name or email. Also, a Tumblr account, again not associated with my name. And no pictures of me."

"Tumblr?" He raised an eyebrow. His fucking lip twitched.

"I was a confused 22-year-old ok?" I said a bit defensively. "I haven't used it in years," I remembered then the dating site we met on. I quickly logged on and selected the options to hide the account.

"Ok, well, there's not much else right now. A few rags called Sarah for comment. She said the standard no comment and asked for my privacy to be respected. The rest is up to you."

"Up to me?" I asked, confused. "What's up to me?"

"When you want to confirm the relationship and release your name."

"Liam, I met you less than 24 hours ago and have known you only a few months. I'm not ready for that. I like you a lot, but maybe you pick your nose and eat it, and I'll have to dump your arse tomorrow and then it's been a big song and dance over nothing." I joked. The mood had gotten too heavy for me. I wanted to talk about something else.

"Sweetheart, I'd never do that." He smiled sweetly, "I'd make you eat it."

"Ewww!" I screamed.

"Get over here." He chased me around the bench, and after a few evasions and some more squeals, he caught me. Perrin came in through the doggy door and barked at Liam a few times. Our behaviour obviously scandalised him. "Perrin," I called. "Come here, boy."

"You think your dog can save you?"

"Of course, he's very protective of my honour."

"We will see about that." Liam bent over, and I thought he was going to tackle me. Instead of flying backwards, I was hoisted forward and found myself over his shoulder. I screamed as I heard a loud crack, my hands flying to my bum.

"Did you just smack my arse?" I must admit I was finding all the manhandling arousing. I wasn't going to let him know that, though.

"Yes, I did. Want another?" Liam was heading down the hallway, taking me to the bedroom.

I giggled. "No!"

"The lady doth protest too much, methinks," Liam quoted. Shakespeare sounded good with his accent. I giggled some more, and I got another one. Yes, very arousing.

Liam hummed. "I quite like the view here." He rubbed my bottom and took me into my bedroom.

I was very close to his round bum. "This view is not so bad either," I said and smacked his arse. Unfortunately, it probably hurt me more than it hurt him. His butt was tight!

Liam dropped me onto the bed at that point, and the look on his face was hysterical. I couldn't stop laughing, and tears were rolling down my face. Then I did the most embarrassing thing: I snorted.

That was it. Both of us couldn't stop. Every time I calmed enough to think I could speak, one look at Liam's face, and I'd be off again.

Eventually, we stopped, and I was able to say, "Oh my God, your face! That was so bloody funny." I wiped my eyes.

"I think that may have been the first time someone's done that to me."

"Really? Didn't you go to an all-boys school?"

"Yes, but it wasn't the US." Liam tried suppressing a grin as he said, "we got ball taps."

I tried not to laugh. I really did. "Oh, my God!" I was off again.

We watched the original Mad Max before I had to go and finish dinner. I was horrified when Liam said he hadn't seen it before. I immediately made him watch it. He said it was ok, the concept was great, but he didn't love it. I told him he needed a brain scan.

When I went to make dinner, Liam offered to help, but I told him not to be silly.

Liam sat at the kitchen bench chatting to me while I chopped and blanched the vegetables. After a while, he said he had to call Sarah and his assistant Ryan to make sure he had organised the dog walker to take Cole for a walk and play.

"Any update from Sarah?" I asked Liam when he returned. I feigned disinterest while I finished slicing the roast.

"All the same right now. Some sites have posted the pictures, saying I was spotted drinking with an "unknown female companion." The pictures have circulated a bit on Twitter, but it's mostly just by fans. They haven't hit the mainstream yet. It's all fairly standard, and it will go away by tomorrow by the looks of it."

"Good," I said. A look I couldn't interpret passed over Liam's face. He masked it pretty quickly. I opened my mouth to ask if he was ok but shut it again. I said, instead, "dinner's ready." I passed Liam his plate.

"Thank you," Liam said, leaning over to kiss me before eating. I watched as he cut up some beef and started chewing. "Pretty good. Almost as good as Mum's," he teased with a wink.

I elbowed him, and God bless him; he pretended it hurt.

We ate in silence for a while. I gave a few pieces to Perrin. He was so old, and I couldn't help but spoil him occasionally. He won't be around forever.

After dinner, Liam insisted on helping me clean up, and we stacked the dishwasher. Watching him bend over, his jeans straining as he put the plates in, stirred some feelings. Erotic feelings.

"Want to watch another movie?" He asked.

"Not really," I said. "I'm in the mood for some dessert."

"Ice-cream? I can't have any, but you can."

"Not ice-cream," I said, shaking my head. I looked at him with my very best bedroom eyes.

"What do you want then? Want me to go to the shops?" He said, not catching on. I put my arms around his waist. "If you let me borrow your car, I'll go. I can just go on my own."

"No, you wombat." I met his hips with mine, his eyes widened. "What I want is right here." I wriggled against him. Liam grinned widely, his cheeks creasing in such a sexy way.

"I thought you were shy."

"I am getting used to you," I said. "The real me is coming out." The truth of my words took me by surprise. I looked away, second-guessing myself. Why did I do that?

"I like her," Liam said hoarsely. If he hadn't spoken then, I think I would have stopped. But when his hands went into my hair, and he pulled, stretching my throat, I knew I wasn't going to stop. He kissed me there, and his teeth grazed my skin. My fingers reached under his shirt, and they gripped his back. My nails dug into his skin.

"Bedroom?" I whispered.

"Bedroom," he agreed and walked me backwards to my room.

"You promised me something earlier today," Liam said in between kisses. We were close to my bed.

"What's that?"

He stopped kissing me and cupped my face with his hands. "You said I could undress you."

Liam took hold of my t-shirt and waited. I nodded. He slowly lifted my shirt up and over my head before dropping it to the ground. He tilted his head as if contemplating and gently turned me around.

I felt Liam gather my hair and put it over my shoulder. He caressed my back with his fingertips, making me shiver with pleasure. I heard him give a satisfied hum before undoing my bra. He turned me around again and took hold of my bra straps, pulling them down my arms.

When I dropped my bra beside my shirt, Liam took a step back. He looked me up and down, his eyes hungry. I wanted to cover myself under his intense gaze, my earlier courage wavering under his scrutiny.

My arms started to move, and he gave me a stern look. "You're not thinking of hiding now, are you?"

I shook my head and forced my arms back by my sides. "Good, because I want to look. You're quite the sight." As if to emphasise his point, he adjusted himself through his pants. I felt a thrill of excitement flow through me and felt the familiar throbbing between my legs.

Liam got down on his knees and kissed my belly. His rough stubble tickled. "Your skin is so soft," he said in a low voice. He undid my jeans and kissed a trail down as he unzipped me. His breath was warm, and I felt it through the cotton of my briefs, his last kiss placed just above my slit.

It was almost agony. I moaned at his teasing breath and lips. Then Liam pulled down my underwear and kissed my mound. I felt his tongue part my lips, and when he found what he was looking for, he flattened his tongue and moaned into me.

I didn't know what to do. For a moment, I wanted to stop Liam, but it felt too good. I could feel my resolve waning. I didn't want to wait. Why should we wait? What was I waiting for? I had to stop thinking and go with it, enjoy him, enjoy the experience. I put my fingers in his hair as he licked and sucked at me. He seemed to remember what I liked, and soon I was close to my peak.

One of his fingers played at my entrance. I silently begged for Liam to put it in. My core was desperate to be filled. His finger slowly entered me, and I was lost. I needed him. At that moment, all I wanted was to feel more of him inside me, have him fill me.

I felt like this was the moment. If I don't ask Liam now, I probably never would. If I didn't want him now, why am I even allowing this to happen? I wanted him. He excited me like no one had done since Andy. He had knocked down the defences I'd built to keep myself alone. Keep me in my grief and guilt. I didn't want to be alone anymore. I wanted to feel desired again.

"Fuck me?" I asked. The words just tumbled out. I knew at that moment I would beg if I had to. "Please, Liam, I want you to fuck me."

I wasn't sure if Liam heard me. He increased his attention, and I felt the pressure building. His hand gripped my arse, his fingers digging into my cheeks as he pulled me closer to him. The short rough hair on his cheeks and chin tickled against my thighs. My legs buckled. I couldn't stand up anymore. He held me there while I panted and moaned, seeking release.

I felt my climax arrive like a bolt of lightning. It was sudden and intense. My body contracted as waves of pleasure exploded over me. Short, wordless shouts came from my mouth until it was over. I collapsed onto the bed.

I laid there a while, eyes closed, trying to catch my breath. Liam was shuffling around and heard his belt come undone. I felt the bed dip, and I opened my eyes to find Liam naked, climbing up the bed until his face was above mine.

Liam supported some of his weight with one hand and laid on me, our whole bodies skin to skin. He was warm to touch, and he almost felt hot to my now cooled skin.

"Ask me again," Liam said.

Part 8