#i actually did get a like an icon of my face from a mutual years back but its v out of date

[jackalopescruff]

itd be cool to get a commission from folks who draw humans of just a cute interpretation of what i look like irl (with obvious tweaks for the gender) bc i think itd be affirming and cute

[divine-knight-hand]

The End of an Era

Regina George Masterlist || Full Masterlist || Read on AO3

Pairing: (Reneé Rapp's) Regina George x Female Reader

Summary: After the iconic Christmas dance fiasco, one of Regina's long-time admirers decides to make sure she's okay.

Content Warnings: Mentions of being a pervert, but fluffiness from there, brief mentions of weight change and dieting, a poetry reference, a bit of toxic behavior (and verbal degradation) but Regina is a queen and I'm wearing rose-colored glasses, nothing spicier than kissing, but their is some dubious consent (but the want is mutual!)

Notes: Christmas dance scene moment!!! I just recently saw the new Mean Girls and Regina George was all that was on my mind since. So, I quickly wrote this up. Enjoy!

Word Count: 1,624

Dividers by @anitalenia

I’m no better than a man… I thought as I ogled Regina while she danced onstage.

Most of the student body didn’t care for the plastics’ “Rockin’ Around the Pole” routine, but I made sure I had the best view of it every year. I already knew before this year’s performance that it would be a little different. I recognized the group’s newest member, Cady Heron, from homeroom. Regina quickly took an interest in her when she first transferred in, and she became the newest member of the plastics.

I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. What did it feel like to have Regina look at you in fascination? What did it feel like to be taken under her wing? How many times did Cady hang out with her? How many times did Cady go to Regina’s house?

The clapping of the girls’ leather boots made me jump, and my eyes zeroed back in on Regina. No, I didn’t actually care for the performance itself, but from freshman year, when I first saw Regina in the same tight-fitting crop top, short skirt, long gloves, and thigh-high boots, I was awe-struck. Since then, I’d taken to watching her from afar, which was easy to do, since she always made her presence known when she entered a room. With each passing day, I grew more and more enamored with her.

I found myself instinctively leaning in once the girls set up one of the grandest moves in their performance. Karen took to the bottom as Gretchen guided Regina into a handstand on her knees from behind. I willed my eyes down to Regina’s face once she made it into position.

Though I spent the performance letting my eyes travel along her body–looking at her thighs in the space between her skirt and boots, her exposed sliver of midriff under her crop top, and watching the way her beach blonde waves fell to frame her gorgeous breasts–I would not be perverted enough to hone in on her crotch as her skirt flipped. My mind might already be in the gutter, but I’d still have a little class.

I’d noticed that her clothes seemed to be fitting her a little tighter than normal this year. There were rumors floating around that Regina was gaining weight, but I also heard that she was on some health kick with special weight loss bars, so that couldn’t have been possible. It had to have just been in my head.

Or so I thought.

Suddenly, Karen’s legs began to shake, and as Regina lost her balance, Gretchen lost her grip, sending the three of them tumbling to the ground in front of a surprised Cady. The audience let out a unanimous gasp as Regina hit the floor face-first. Oh, shit!

It didn’t take long for all the cameras to start flashing, and the look on Regina’s face told me she knew that her life as the untouchable leader of the plastics was quickly coming to a close.

I figured that famous poet who said the world doesn’t end “with a bang but a whimper” clearly didn’t consider the fact that a teenage girl’s world could get explosive in an instant, without a single warning. I’m sure they’d change their mind once they met Regina George.

The curtains began to close, but not before I saw Regina take to her feet and speed backstage. I felt terrible for her. Was she one of the meanest people in the school? Yes. But, I was also in love with her- I mean- a firm believer that nobody deserved that level of humiliation. Not even mean girls. So, out of a sense of heartache and longing to comfort her, I did what any normal and not creepy person would do. I jumped out of my seat and went after her.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

I couldn’t actually follow Regina backstage, since I wasn’t in the talent show, so I ducked into the bathroom closest to the auditorium. As soon as I opened the door, I saw her, and my heart leapt into my throat.

She slammed her fists down on the sink in front of her, letting out an angry growl.

I gently closed the door behind me, not wanting to alert her yet, but my shoe audibly squeaked against the floor, and Regina’s head snapped in my direction.

I gasped once I saw her. It was an instant, and she quickly turned away, but after she made mascara tears a school-wide trend, it was hard not to notice when they were on her face.

“Get out.” She spat, still facing the other way.

“I- I wanted to see if you were okay.” I stammered.

“I didn’t say to start spewing mushy shit,” She insisted in that same cold tone. “I said to get the hell out.” When I didn’t immediately move, she roared. “NOW!”

I reeled backwards in surprise when she got loud, feeling an instant sense of guilt. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep. I’ll go.” I turned to grab the door handle, but paused when I heard her sniffle again. “You know, I come to see your performance every year.”

“Yeah, everyone does, because I’m amazing.” I turned my head to see Regina impatiently drumming her fingers on the sink, gloves long abandoned. “What, did you think you were different?”

“No,” I admitted. “I know that nothing I do really sets me apart from anyone else in this hellhole.” She snorted at my remark, and I dared to slowly approach her. “So, yeah, I’m just like everyone else. I came to see your dance. I follow all the trends you set. I turn my head whenever you walk into a room. Hell, whenever you turn up, you’re all I can see.”

She snapped her head back to me, her face set in a stoic expression. “Are you mocking me right now?”

“No, no!” I stopped my advancements, waving my hands to emphasize. “I would never!” I moved my hands to my pockets, eyes drifting down to my shoes. “If anything, I was mocking myself. I’m just like any other nobody in North Shore. I honestly wouldn’t expect you to recognize me. Sorry for bothering you.” I bit my lip in shame, debating whether or not I should leave.

A beat of silence passed before I made up my mind to go, but before I had the chance, Regina spoke up. “You’re Y/N L/N.”

My jaw dropped.

“Ew.” Regina closed the gap between us, coaxing my mouth closed with a hand under my chin. “Don’t do that.”

“Sorry.” I muttered, heat creeping into my cheeks. She touched me! She actually touched me!

“I do know you.” Regina went on. “It’s a bit hard not to notice when someone’s practically stalking you.”

My cheeks burned with humiliation. “I… I…”

A faint smile stirred at her painted red lips. “Especially when they’re as cute as you are.”

What? “What?”

“Ugh, get your ears cleaned.” She rolled her eyes. “I said I think you’re cute. Do you honestly think I’d let you creep on me if you weren’t?”

I scratched the back of my neck. “Sorry about that…”

“Don’t be.” Regina moved my hand before wrapping her arms around my neck. “I liked your eyes on me.” She pressed her body against mine, and I hoped she couldn’t feel my heart fluttering. “Everyone watches me, of course, but you’re the only one I like watching me.”

“Regina…” I breathed.

“Oh. My. God.” Regina scoffed. “Stop being such a prude and wrap your arms around me. What are you, a nun?”

“S- sorry…” I muttered, moving my hands from their tense position at my sides to hold her. I felt electricity under my fingers once they made contact with the skin of her midriff.

“That’s… better.” Regina ran her tongue over her teeth, like a hungry shark eying its prey. “I don’t wanna kiss you without your hands on me.”

WHAT?! “Wha-” She cut me off by pulling me into the promised kiss.

She rolled her body against mine, and I sighed, my eyes fluttering shut as I let her tongue into my mouth. Her hands clawed against my back as she tried to pull me closer.

She pulled away, only to keep kissing my face. She kissed all over my cheeks before trailing her kisses along my neck to the collar of my shirt. I shivered as one of her hands pulled at my shirt, and I felt her lips against the sweet spot in my neck.

“Regina…” I breathlessly sighed. “I adore you…”

“I know~” I felt her mouth spread into a grin against my mouth.

Then, all too soon, she pulled away from me, fixing her hair as she looked me up and down.

“You came to ask me if I was okay, right?” She raised an eyebrow at me.

“Y- yeah,” I stuttered, still in shock from our kiss.

“Well, I’m better now~” She winked. “So, thanks for that.”

Before I could even formulate an idea on what I could possibly say next, she was out the bathroom door.

What just happened? I wondered just before my reflection caught my eye. I was covered in blotches of red lipstick. It was scattered on my cheeks, coloring my neck, and smudged across my lips.

I gingerly reached a hand up to admire myself. I was all marked up. I was Regina’s.

After tonight, we knew Regina might not have been queen of the plastics anymore, but I hoped that she left the room with the understanding that she would always be a queen to me. Her world didn’t end with a bang or a whimper. It ended with a kiss.

[ilycove]

There's something about you that draws Nightowl in. You've only known each other for a few months, maybe half a year maximum, but he almost feels like he's known you before.

No, he knows it. Maybe in another life, with him being a prince and you being a knight, but he can tell. With every slip of the tongue- accidentally saying that he's known you forever, if forever can apply to six months.

He's staring at your icon on his screen, huffing out in annoyance when he can't bring himself to call you. You asked him to, and yet he feels nervous. Scared even.

A part of him thinks it's first date jitters. A louder part of him says that's not true because you've called one-on-one before, but you're also his best friend. Best friends don't go on dates. Right?

His stomach almost begins to hurt at that realization.

He brushes it off as him being up for so long and eating so little, of course his stomach will be a little upset. That's all it is. He bares a grin as his monitor rings. Once, twice, then he's greeted by your face. "Hellooooo cutie."

"Hi Owl," you hummed and Nightowl found himself almost melting at the sound of your voice, sleepy from the difference in timezones. "Okay, I wanted to call you because I have something so important to tell you. So serious. You're going to shit yourself."

You lean closer to your camera, and as if you were actually in front of him, he leans closer to you as well. His eyes crinkle slightly and you don't get why he's so happy just looking at your sleep tousled figure.

(It's as domestic as the two of you can get, for now.)

"So, I bought you something. Lego flowers. Roses."

"Why roses?" He laughs the slightest bit, trying and failing to keep the fondness out of his eyes. "Because they're so romantic and you're so in love with me?"

"Because they're your favorite." You roll your eyes the slightest bit, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh," Nightowl whispers, his eyes having the slightest sparkle to them, sparking up your mundane and dark night. "You remembered."

"Of course I did. You're my," A beat, shuffling from the other side of the monitor, then; "Best friend."

Right.

Nightowl can't lie, the thought of just being a best friend to you is almost disappointing, but at least the feelings mutual. You're his best friend and he's yours. In more ways than one.

A part of him thinks he's always been yours.

He beams at you and you let out a soft laugh. resting your cheek in the palm of your hand. "You're acting like a dog, tail wagging and shit, all because of some Legos?"

"Trust me, if I were your dog you would be covered in slobber by now." You laugh at him and you don't- you refuse to- pay attention to how he changes your words ever so slightly, a part of you likes it.

You're his. In more ways than one.

You sigh at the thought, knowing that thinking of your best friend like that is so weird. Friends don't act like this, they aren't so possessive and constantly yearning, ruining sleep schedules just to hear his voice at the break of dawn.

Right?

[konaiiro]

★ Art Tag ★

thanks for tagging me to play @doshiart @spookygingerr @michellemisfit

Have you always been interested in creating art? Kinda? No? Not sure. I think I've always been interested in art in the 'wow, thats cool' way, not really creating though.

What's your favourite medium to use? If digital, what programs do you like? I taught myself to draw on digital (wacom intus medium i still use) and have the free program firealpaca - im too lazy to change now. I've owned sketchbooks to take with me and it's good but I don't think I'll ever really get over not having the command + z tool.

Do you create outside of fandom? A little, I've got ocs who I draw occasionally.

Share something you haven't finished and/or never got around to posting OH so many, its not funny. But here's a more recent piece which was initially for AFTG pride zine. It was so good, I just couldn't make it work for WEEKS. I ended up switching up and doing something else.

Favourite piece you've made? OH well, i've got a few but this would be my pick for 'konaiiro wrapped'.

Draw your icon in a minute or less - pass!! :,)

An underrated piece you've made in your opinion

you lads slept on this one (forced to screenshot from instagram bc its old and i can't find the file and, as established, im lazy). So much wrong with it and yet i fuck with the vibes and texture and expression and pose- UGH

Do you do art in a professional setting? No, not really. I've done comms in the past and I was going to go do animation in uni, but found that i like to keep my creating up to me. I would be open to run comms again, but under a different structure I think.

A piece you don't like but did really well on social media

yall flocked over these two idk. i like them enough just,, i'm so aware about all the mistakes lmao.

Post an old piece and compare it to your most recent, what are the similarites? I've done some redraws so NOW is a perfect time.

Ian and Mandy (March 2022 vs September 2024)

i think from a creation perspective, i know my base lineart is much cleaner and rendered.

Background is,, actually there lmao. It kicked my ass to draw but it happened.

Style has changed a tonne to more realistic (?), proportions are less all over the place.

effects are just better

I can actually draw hands huzzah!

They actually have a skin tone (+freckless!!)

Have you ever collaborated with another artist/s?

Yeah! A tonne; for events, challenges, zines, charity art calendars (hint hint aftg 2025 calender sales end 31st of Oct, all profits go to help those access gender affirming care.)

What piece has the most notes? Are you surprised?

I've been active on tumblr from around the start of the year, but I think its this one?

Who/What is your favourite subject matter?

honestly i think my blog name summarises better than I ever could.

Show us something not from fandom you've made

old oc art

Where do you like to create?

Desk in my bedroom! I like facing my window so I can look out like some tortured artist when my eyes need a break.

Give yourself a shoutout, where can we commission/buy/follow you for more pieces?

I'm on twitter, tumblr, instagram all are @konaiiro !!

Any mutuals, if you've made it this far, this is me tagging you lmao

[stepswordsen]

【KHR AU】 XanLena ❤️💜🔥🪷

Nguyễn Selena (Nguyễn Nguyệt Vân Liên) 💜🪷

Figured it's been a long time since I posted about my wife, Selena~

Nguyễn Selena is my KHR OC who is a Vietnamese non-binary assassin. Her Vietnamese name is Nguyễn Nguyệt Vân Liên.

Her name, Selena, means "moon" 🌙

Her Vietnamese name, Liên, means "lotus flower" in Sino Viet 🪷

In my KHR AU, she joins the Varia as one of their members and lives at their headquarters with the rest of the core Varia members. My wife has NB flag colours~

My wife and her NB swag~ 💜🖤🤍💛

I mainly ship Selena with Xanxus.

In KHR, Xanxus is the leader of the Varia, an independent assassination squad under the Vongola mafia family. He was initially one of KHR's major antagonists.

Selena 💜🖤🤍💛🌙☁️🪷

English name: Nguyễn Selena (グエン・セリナ)

Vietnamese name: Nguyễn Nguyệt Vân Liên (阮月雲蓮)

Japanese alias name: Gen Suzuha (阮月雲蓮)

I resketched Selena's hair recently 💜

I resketched these quickly so it's not as refined but I'm still experimenting/trying to decide how I want Selena's hair to be drawn, whether I want to keep the curls in the back or not.

I feel like her ponytail is pretty iconic to her design. So if Selena got a TYL (10 Years Later) design, then I'd just add a bun on top of the ponytail.

Didn't redraw everything yet but just updated this for now

I redrew the bow and it has better lines but I prefer how pointy the shape of the OG bow was so I'll just combine the two eventually. I just wanted to get the new Selena down

Though both are nice! I just like how the shapes/silhouette of the hair are clearer now.

The XanLena chibis are pretty old doodles, so I'd like to redraw it sometime, but I still think it's cute ^^

My friend Feuri told me he likes how the softer upturned eyes of the OG Selena has a softer expression, so I'll keep both expressions ^^

I love both eyes in the Selena doodles hehe

Art Rambles

XanLena Doodle WIPs ❤️💜

Some recent + old doodles I drew before. I'm planning to refine them eventually!

Xanxus is wearing áo dài ("Long dress"), a type of Vietnamese traditional clothing

Selena is in her usual outfit I designed for her ^^

I think my art style is improving nicely! The way I draw faces is getting more refined

I'll redraw the hair later. I just sketched this quickly for now. Cuz I was just thinking about how I wanted to draw XanLena together more

I have a XanLena art idea in my head... Just need to get started with actually drawing it

Did a quick colour test today. I'll draw the rest later.

I wanna do a big XanLena piece eventually... And also XanLena in traditional Vietnamese clothing~ Matching couple clothing! 🥰💞

I rambled more about XanLena and Selena below.

You can read more under the cut!

Context

I added context for my mutuals who don’t know much about KHR, but would still like to tune into my KHR AUs and KHR OC stuff. Feel free to read only if you want!

Vongola Family = The KHR protagonist, Tsuna, is currently training to become the 10th generation boss of the Vongola family. Tsuna and co. are the Vongola family’s 10th generation guardians.

Varia = The Vongola family’s elite independent assassination squad. Their leader is Xanxus.

Source: (X)

Nguyễn Selena: Relationship Chart 💜

Selena's Name Interpretation 🌙☁️🪷

Notes

Misc Rambles

Sorry but I don't want to retype all this again so I'm just copy pasting from my Notion doc and side blog. I also included my rambles with friends!

Selena's info sheet and character relationship chart was inspired by FGO Materials' character profile formats where it lists a chara's general info, usage of pronouns, quotes, relationships with other charas, etc.

I still need to revamp the quotes with Selena's relationships with the other Varia members so I just posted Xanxus' part for now

Selena is the type who's calm and gentle but likes to keep to herself regarding matters that don't concern her. She's more aloof when she doesn't know the person well, but eventually opens up to the other Varia members.

I imagine Selena speaks in a really polite and formal way to Xanxus out of respect for him.

Xanxus and Hibari are my no. 1 fave KHR characters (tied) 🥰

Also used Glaze on my art as protections against A/I fart.

Also I'm just thinking of the recent FGO: Summer 7 event with Douman growing cursed morning glories (vampiric shikigami), flowers that suck blood.

I NEED THIS FOR SELENA...

DOUMAN BASED!!!

Selena's man eating plants 🥰💞

Selena is very soft and gentle, but she can be a little unhinged, as a treat!

Selena is a gardener and florist (flower enjoyer and enthusiast)

[kimmkitsuragi]

The Fame (2008) by Lady Gaga - my commentary edition

because i truly am insufferable like this and want to talk about her music (also one mutual said i should do it so ❤ if u see this, this one's thanks to u bestie)

i will probably do this for her other albums as well ✌

general comments: first of all this album is THAT GIRL. every song is still so relevant, both in terms of sound and lyrics. you would think okay ive listened to [a song from this album] 9283755 times it was way overplayed. and yeah but umm actually no! no matter how many times, it will still be slaying. pop perfection in the literal sense. and she did all that with her DEBUT ALBUM. legend energy. and!! it's insane that this album had SO MANY literal hits like so many of these songs were so popular and all over the radio. it was at the time where they didnt really understand gaga but they were still all over her. energy. (i dont think the general public ever understood her to this day but u get what i mean)

JUST DANCE - a classic!!!! the redone tagline that started it all... makes me think i really want these two working together again. anyway, having this as your studio debut is actually insane if u ask me. no matter how many times i will listen, don't think i will get bored. the bridge is too good actually, can we bring back actual bridges in pop songs???? please and thank u

LOVEGAME - oh man how to even begin this one. i can't believe this one was playing everywhere for years!! "I wanna take a ride on your disco stick" is actually one of the most iconic lines in late 2000s music lmao. truly a signature sound for this era btw.

PAPARAZZI - that girl forever and ever. this will have to be considered together with its vma performance, because it just HAS to. the song itself is crazy, the celebrity worship and the downsides of fame. love that concept love the execution. but then she had to go ahead and have that performance too!!!! truly game changing and life changing as well. the way NO ONE was prepared for it. no one even understood in that room. she was one step ahead even from such an early time in her career. this one truly makes u understand that she's not just another popstar thank u very much.

POKER FACE - the first insanely popular hit. like yes the songs up until this one was Successful and popular. but this one?? honey there was no escape from this one. my first exposure to gaga as well <3 i was like 9 lmao. (it's also insane how it's going 4/4 in terms of the songs being actual hits lol) anyway did you know she says "fu fu fu fuck her face" in the chorus? now u know! sneaky and very strong gaga energy for this lmao. ALSO i love the live performances of this song because she makes it so fun all the time. mixing it up and all that. the dance is fun too! i dont know how to actually comment further because like what else can i say this is poker face.

EH, EH - this is the odd one out of the album right. it's so cute and bubblegum-ish compared to the rest of the album. and i like her!! a lot!! it's giving a little bit of retro too. when i think abt it this might be the odd one out of her whole career probably lmao. she's versatile, and keeps doing different things all the time. but this kinda cute-ish song is very rare for her. as i said i like it but now i wonder how the selection of this song went lol. this is also kinda reminding of her pre-debut stuff in some ways??? but it's been some time i might be wrong too. anyway, interesting and fun song imo

BEAUTIFUL DIRTY RICH - oh my it's so hard to pick my fave song from any album but like this may be IT. the cuntiness of this oneeee it's clear to me that this is kinda the direction that her music ended up turning after this album. in terms of the vibes and cheekiness and as i said, the cunt levels. there's also some jazz influence (? i may be using a wrong genre name here but U GET IT) even if it's minimal like cmon this song is SO GAGA. it's so her. it's so fun. this one deserved so much more popularity if u ask me. im eating up the delivery each time also

THE FAME - ooh baby the guitar in this she's a rock starrr <3 this is the most direct one in terms of the album's general theme and messages (i mean duh. the name lol). i like how the verses and chorus kinda have different vibes. verses being more guitar driven, and the chorus being more bubbly and poppy. it's fun, but nothing so mindblowing tbh but i still like it!

MONEY HONEY - okay cunt is back. we love it. the pre-chorus is SO delicious and then how it transforms to the chorus is even MORE delicious. this one would be so high in my ranking of the album you dont even know (if i could actually have a real final ranking lol). love how she's embracing the famous rich bitch vibe so much here. KI KI KISSES!!

STARSTRUCK - one of the more underrated tracks in my experience. honestly i love this one so much. feel like it's another lowkey unusual song from her, but she has the vibe down so well, the genre doesn't even matter. it feels so natural. the tasteful autotune sooo late 2000s man i feel that. the features work well too imo! this is all "jewels and drugs" wished it was tbh (we will get into it more in the artpop post tho, havent actually listened to that song in sooo long so i may be wrong once again lol)

BOYS BOYS BOYS - i always think "oh this one yeah ok whatever" but then im always having so much fun with it?? like i will have fun with it, but still not care a lot abt it tbh. it's a pretty straightforward pop track and doesnt really feel like a gaga-exclusive something to me. but i still enjoy it! love the little nod to just dance btw lol

PAPER GANGSTA - a piano hip hop influenced track <3 always love this vibe. still tho, kinda another unusual gaga song imo. out of all the hip hop influenced songs from her, this might be one of my faves. it's also more lowkey than the others. and that bar is not so high tbh lmao. so yeah i like it, nothing too special tho

BROWN EYES - okayyy believe it or not this is one of my most played songs from the album probably. i love gaga balladsssssss!!!! serve the VOCALS. give me everything. i love this one so much so much. also that guitar part in this like im listeningggg <3 this feels like some kind of a prequel to speechless, which is probably my fave gaga ballad ever. ough dont know what to say. this is the most vocals she showed in this album, and i know that this is Nothing compared to her full potential and talent. but!!! still so impressive for me. i just find her voice so (insert every positive adjective here) umm and also on top of that, comforting. so. yeah great great song imo

I LIKE IT ROUGH - futuristic vibes here we gooo i like this one a lot. this is also very signature gaga sound for her future career i feel like. especially the verses, but the chorus too to some extent. also one of the biggest earworms of the album for me

SUMMERBOY - okay this is also a somewhat cute-ish song but this one feels less cute for some reason. it feels more... naughty?? lol maybe that's why i dont find it too out of ordinary for her. but it kinda is when i think abt it! really reminiscent of her older stuff as i said (iirc) for "eh eh" too. but also love the rock influence too! maybe that's why i dont find it too out of the ordinary lmao. anyway this is really such a vibe it makes me so happy and silly i love it

DISCO HEAVEN - this one is probably the one i listen to the least from this album tbh. it's fun! but it doesnt feel that special for me. i love the instrumentals a lot now that i think abt it. but couldve used a stronger closer for the album maybe!! also never paid attention to how this album has so many spelling moments lmao truly 2000s vibes

[glassautomaton]

incomprehensible lightlament tagger here so I feel obligated to defend my honor.

I think for me it comes down to 1) a lot of the (especially earlier) senior staff writing kind of sucking objective ass but then having these brief flashes of the most intriguing shit you’ve ever seen in there. mediocre stories with a great deal of potential are like crack to me (at least when it comes to actually making fanwork) bc they get my braingears turning as to how to expand on them (+ of course the handful of fucking brilliant senior stuff tales hidden in the clutter that will fuck you up forever that work precisely bc of the notoriety of the characters theyre about and that, I suspect, were created by people who felt very similarly to me) and 2) I just. rlly like the foundation as a setting and like pretty much every goi-associated character the senior staff all ultimately offer some unique perspective on foundation doctrine; clef is interesting bc of his shitty self-loathing deflection complex motivated by his past on in the goc & the fact he doesnt even work here of his own accord (see: the vanguard side of the no return canon for some pretty cool recent writing on this), light is interesting bc of her determination to hold on to a veneer of morality despite the general fuckedness of everything which, given the prominence of her being in some way entangled with the o5s, can turn her downright hubristic in some tales (see: the new faces splintercanon on the resurrection hub for this). which isnt to say original characters cant be that but having these established fairly iconic characters can be a useful shortcut and with the sheer context of everything that already exists on these guys you can usually end up somewhere very interesting a lot quicker than if you were to build your own characters from the ground up.

I will say though I immensely respect the notion of just straight up not caring about any of the big name characters, I kind of envy you if I’m honest. I think like stroytelling enjoyer motivations aside part of the senior staff’s appeal does also stem from people especially in fandom being more willing to engage with stories that have characters they’re already emotionally attached to in them which, y’know, isn’t a sin, people like what they like, but I do think people miss out on some real bangers hidden on the wiki because of it. I recognize I am part of the problem here, but, yknow, I dont control what the brain attaches itself to.

anyway, cheers! sorry again about the lightlament, i will say that isnt normal youve just accidentally stumbled into a mutuals circle of people who are categorically not normal about dr light. spiders georg etc

I think I get what you’re trying to say here, and again, it’s largely similar to why I wanted to write Resurrection-family articles in the first place. There is a bit of a difference though: I read Resurrection when I was a lot younger, when it first came out. Back then I hadn’t really been as discerning or critical of what I read on the wiki, so I either didn’t notice or didn’t care about the flaws in the story, and I liked it pretty uncritically. Even back then I wanted to write for it, and years later, when I decided to write for the Wiki, I still did. At that point, I noticed a lot more issues with Resurrection on re-read, but I was already attached to the canon. It was really influential to how I viewed the wiki, so in spite of its flaws it’s important to me as an SCP writer. These days, though, I’m probably far too critical to get attached to things in the same way, hence my general apathy towards staff stories (though it might be worth noting that even back then, I found senior staff stories annoying as I outlined in a previous post).

I also understand your second point about the staff representing interesting aspects of the setting. As a writer, though, in a lot of cases I just kind of figure “why bother with all that baggage when I can just write my own character that I’ll enjoy writing more and is better tailored to my needs?” And, again, these characters just seem too ill-defined to get a good bead on. That sort of falls back to the whole “why bother with wrangling all that when I can make my own character.” I wrote Iris because I find her whole deal as an established SCP to be interesting at a basic level, even if I find the original SCP-105 article itself to be bland and uninteresting. I am aware that by trying to write one solid interpretation of her I am only adding fuel to the fire of her having too many interpretations but one day I’ll have the majority of 105 tales under my name. Then who’ll be laughing.

And I definitely get just wanting to use characters that people already know. From a more cynical standpoint, it would help with interest in your content - as I’ve said before, my tales featuring more original characters haven’t done well - but just on an “I have an interest in this thing and I want people to talk to about it” level I get it. Lord knows how many times I’ve latched into a character from something only to see a grand total of two dudes and an ambitious octopus who also like them on the internet.

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OP tags: #THE MOST SCENE TO EVER SCENE IN ALL OF HISTORY!!! #god this scene and the scene where jw arrests ds ... revolutionary life-changing iconic never been done before #19 gifs of this marvellous scene ... wow. #no but genuinely i love the way that water plays a central part in their relationship and the rebirth of jw as he atones #like truly he is 'baptised' in a sense during the rain scene in ep 2 where he sees ds smiling barefoot and gains #the first inkling that a man so genuine and caring could never kill his sister or any of the other women #and then the scene where nsb dies and they're both drenched in water as jw holds ds close #and then THIS SCENE! jw said he was reborn before that but this is when his rebirth actually happens ... #the way he says HE (!!!) will go to hell! he stresses and pauses after the 'naega' like ... i will go to hell instead of you #god. god. no show has ever done anything that could even come CLOSE to this show. @couriernine #the religious symbolism of it all.. the baptism in water.. the kneeling. #going against his father #and going to hell FOR dongsik because he doesn't want him to be hurt any further #it's about love @pranpats #the most intense rain scenes #the best rain scene known to humankind #juwon getting on his knees begging to atone for what his father has done and what he has done believing dongsik did it @lifesashow #im never getting over this #never ever #i am going to my grave thinking about Them @chaos-of-the-abyss #hello yes im so normal about them and this scene and what it represents and the change in their relationship and— #JW KNEELING IN FROMT OF DS!!!! SAYING HE WILL GO TO HELL TO ATONE AND THAT DS SHOULD NOT HAVE TO ENDURE THIS ANY LONGER #the way he just shies away from meeting ds’s eyes at certain points. yes im normal and fine and same about them @feuqueerfire #ep 15 joo won wanting to go to hell to atone and kneeling in front of dongshik #also every time joo won is facing dongshik but looks downward avoiding eye contact gives me psychic damage #fuck how must joo won be feeling in this scenario he really found out his father killed a girl #and called it a very small mistake @seance #nothing like a mutual corruption arc but they're obviously valid to soothe the soul @tiffanylamps #I know a love confession when i see one #I know a tragedy when I see it @loisroo #it’s the ‘you can’t no more’ #literally breaks me everytime #because joo won knows dong sik would do it he would absolutely kill to avenge his sister #he’s waited 20 years to finally know the truth and find her body #he’s spent most of his life defined by this event #and joo won knows dong sik will do it and suffer the consequences and joo won just can’t allow it #not after every his father and himself have but dong sik through #ughhhhhhh @weaverhawk #he loves and feels so deeply #he is so good #he saw the self-destruction train that dongsik is on #and both named its destination and stopped it #for love! @l-tyrell #THEM!!!!!!!!!!! #is there literally anything more romantic than getting on your knees in the rain in front of someone you know you hurt #and promising SWEARING to do better to change #to let yourself be hurt be ruined so THEY don’t have to be again @suuho #do you want to hear about the deal i’m making? you. it’s you and me. #and if only i could i’d make a deal with god #and i’d get him to swap our places #be running up that road; be running up that hill; be running up that building. no problem. #say if only i could. #beyond evil #no but. okay hear me out. it’s the way jw’s devotion to ds is what absolves him of sin; much like the rain #the way that he’s been putting himself into dongsik’s position. he’s said. it’s me. i will be tormented. #i will block the gun my father has aimed at you. and if i have to i will take the fall too. #and dongsik took his hands and said it will be okay anyways #(because he knows his own devotion to his sister has absolved him.) #how do you fall in love? harder than a bullet could hit ya. @sodacreams #i'll forsake my father i'll be the bait i'll become a monster i'll dive into hell @lesbian-pining #FELLAS IS IT GAY TO TAKE THE FALL FOR YOUR PARTNER IN JUSTICE JUST SO HE WONT EXPERIENCE ANY MORE TRAUMA #AT THE EXPENSE OF YOUR ONLY FAMILY YOUR ENTIRE CAREER AND THE REST OF YOUR FUTURE @moonlitdayy #to me that's cinema #this scene #i could go on for hours the impact it had the growth from Joowon the willingness to put someone else above him #Dongsik believing him and trusting him to follow through because he knows the relationship between joowon and his father is THAT @juwon-ah-moved #the way he sinks to his knees #the way Love is a God #and juwon is praying to let him go to hell instead of dongsik #and he's praying to dongsik. he's praying to him. 'please stop breaking yourself into a thousand pieces. no more.' #he's sinking to his knees and he'll let the ground swallow him whole in order to save dongsik @goyurim #yk when juwon carefully grabs onto dongsik's shoulders #looks him dead in the eyes before slowly falling to his knees #even on his knees he is So Determined #his hands are turning red bc he's grabbing onto him so hard #the pure conviction in his eyes #the eyes of a man who's so far gone nothing can bring him back @kookjis #they were absolutely insane for this........................................ #I WILL GO TO HELL [IN YOUR PLACE] #I'LL BE THE BAIT I'LL BE THE MONSTER [NOT YOU] @magicaldreamfox1 #when he tells dongsik he shouldn't do any more and that he'll do it all for him he'll get ruined for him #bro how do i ever recover from this @frodoshaggins #what makes me froth continuously is how dongsik is a film noir character #but juwon walked out straight from greek tragedy @tardis--dreams #This scene damaged me emotionally in ways that cannot be defined by words @katierosefun #bro this whole scene was a fever dream in the best way #like literally so . . . . . . . . . . so much #how on EARTH am i supposed to be normal about this scene #like you know what now i'm thinking it's a good thing i watched beyond evil after it finished #because if i was watching this show WHILE IT WAS AIRING i would have been even MORE insufferable good fuckign grief #you ever just. KNEEL and hold onto the person who you once hated with your guts #and say that this is how you make your apology and how you'll go to hell #and how you won't let the person you once hated hurt themselves anymore #you ever just #you ever think about this #you ever think about how joo won watched dong sik in the rain during episode 2 and he was shaking #because a) cold but also b) he was so taken aback by how lovely dong sik was to that boy #and then literally months later it's raining again #and joo won once again sees dong sik for who he truly is #do you ever think about . . . #like literally when i tell you THIS is THE kdrama rain scene @srabaskerville #this scene #wasn't expecting this to go that away #at all #it was too much #and I still can't comprehend what was going on in dongsik head #and what the hell happened after it #did they go inside? #did they help each other to dryer their hair #joowon cried himself to sleep very quietly in dongsik house and dongsik pretended to not listening while sitting in his floor #I need to know @frodoshaggins #atonement arcs >>>> redemption arcs @transpat #yk how he was willing to go thru hell in stead of dongsik bc hes suffered enough #and in his stubbornness and guilt he tore open some of dongsik's healing wounds himself #at this point he knows how wrong he was and what a terrible mistake he made #but more than that its his attachment to dongsik that brings him down to his knees

Let me do it. I will arrest him.

BEYOND EVIL (괴물) 2021, dir. Shim Na Yeon

[scudevils]

vienna — CL16

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings: smut, some sad stuff, a prequel to “when it rains it pours”, swearing, just finished this after starting it a whileeeeee ago, google translated french (soz), this is old (as in mid 2023 old), not a good representation of a relationship, not proofread!

synopsis: what really happened the night you bumped into charles at the monaco grand prix [6.0k]

a/n: im backkkk bitches!! jk i don’t wanna jinx myself but who woulda thought it would a charles fic that got me out of my slump. anyway, please be nice, i haven’t wrote in like 3 months properly 😭😭

you stayed true to your words, keeping your distance from charles.

you hadn't seen him in months, not since you'd left him in the kitchen that night. you hadn't been temped enough to check how he was doing in his races or where he was in the standings, not once.

and your friends knew better than to tell you, so whilst you could see they were obviously celebrating something, wether it was a win or a podium, you kept yourself away from anything relating to him.

the way he looked at you when you were in the kitchen was still burned into your memory, the smug and almost mocking expression on his face, as if he didn't believe the words that you told him, as if he knew you'd come straight back to him.

you told yourself after that, that you'd be stronger the next time, that you wouldn't give into his glances or taunting looks he gave you. that you were stronger than him and whatever gave me was playing.

although all it took was a win at one of the most iconic circuits on the calendar to break down the walls you'd so carefully built up.

you'd inevitably learned through a mutual friend that charles was a contender in the championship, that ferrari had been having a 'wonder season' with their monegasque golden boy, a miracle was what the media was calling it. a potential to win the championship since they last did in 2007.

monaco was the next race around the corner, the exclusive circuit de monaco one of the hardest to get tickets to, even for the countries natives, although it did help living basically around the corner from it.

whilst you were with charles it had became some what of a tradition to attend monaco with him, every year of his career, you were with him for your home race. despite the rumours of the curse, wether you being with him was the cause, it never stopped you from going.

you'd ruled out attending this year without a second thought, letting your friends know that too, pierre being the one to offer your entire friend group paddock passes for the three days.

it took days of your friends grovelling, your many no's and them constantly assuring you that the thousands of people attending would be the ones taking over much of charles' attention, before you finally gave in and agreed.

after all he was the home boy, everyone loved him, men wanted to be him and women wanted to be with him, and he revelled in knowing that.

monaco had a special way of bringing out the other side of you, the partying side that never seemed to be able to sit down or the side of you that made the bad decisions, that wouldn't listen to anyone unless they were putting a drink in your hand.

it was a 50/50 coin toss on which one people would get.

the first two days had gone by in a blink of an eye, everything running just as smoothly as your friends had promised and you were actually having fun, the most shocking thing of all.

you had somehow managed to avoid him the entire weekend, and you were about to go three for three when charles had found you watching over the alpine mechanics as they worked on the final preparations of the race day car.

it was obvious to anyone he had came around looking for pierre, although he couldn't say that he was disappointed to see you instead. "was wondering where my number one supporter was," his voice was like nails on a chalkboard for you, a graining sound that wouldn't leave your head and you hated how much you missed it. you chose not to acknowledge him as he spoke, continuing to look at the mechanics and even pretending to understand the data on the screen. "shame you're not in the ferrari garage, we used to have so much fun in there."

"fuck you, charles." standing up from the chair, you moved to walk past him the ferrari driver blocking the way as he tilted his head down towards you. he opened his mouth to say something before an engineer from the ferrari garage found him, needing him for something with the car.

charles removed the cap from his head, placing it on yours, and it felt so right that you wanted to shoot yourself for how much you loved it, he laughed lightly at how quick you were to take it off again. "i'll find you after the race."

just as you'd anticipated, the race too wasn't too action filled, but you couldn't lie and say you were paying it all your attention, the rare occurrence of a red bull strategy error allowing the ferrari's a larger gap to a 1-2. a mclaren crashing into the barrier had brought out a safety car with just under 10 laps to go.

with only 5 laps, it was inevitable who the winner was, the winner who was about to win the monaco grand prix, and break his home race curse in one go.

fans and employees alike gather around the podium, the winning car followed by second and third place displayed in front of them. the drivers came out one by one, celebrate with their teams because after all they're on the podium of the most presidential grand prix, each of them standing at their designated step before charles, accompanied by the cheers of his home crowd, took the top step.

soon they were each awarded their trophies before the monegasque anthem rung out to the crowd. charles stood proud as he took everything in, he had beat the curse and won at his home track.

you watched from afar with your friends mixed in with the alpine engineers and other workers, trying to push down the proud feeling you have bubbling inside of you. each celebrated as if their own team won, it seemed that truly everyone had a soft spot for the ferrari man.

with the majority of celebrations over the fans began to leave the track, all of you going back to your apartments to get ready for what inevitably was going to be a long night of celebration.

you couldn't help the memories flashing in your head of the pictures shown to you just over two years ago, charles' hand on the brunette girls hip as his mouth was on hers. a couple others in the background jeering them on as though it was something to celebrate. you hadn't gone out in monaco since, everywhere reminded you of that.

however, you shook the thoughts from your head. tonight, you were going to go out with your friends tonight, get drunk, then end up back in your own bed.

people were spilling out of the clubs onto the street, different songs blaring out of each one. your friends had settled on one you’d been going to since your teens, the purple strobes hitting you as you got in, memories of every bad decision you’d made in there coming back to you, taunting you.

it was just shy of full, people on the dance floor with a drink in their hand as they danced up against someone, spilling whatever filled their glasses. guys sat in booths with girls around them, their company lasting as long as they had money in their wallet.

a drink was quickly placed in your hand, your simple order one that your friends were used to by now. you were in your usual spot, the leather seats still pristine as the day you first sat on them when one of them had spotted pierre in another booths, the frenchman calling you over before making room for all of you.

one drink quickly turned into two, then three before you were both finally tipsy enough to get to the dance floor, this was the side of you that your friends loved to see, fun, carefree, living in the moment. your body pushed up against someone behind you, long gone were the thoughts of the monegasque who’d plagued your life, the feeling of his hands firmly on your hips had you pressing further back.

his grip on you was enough to keep you to close to him, his breath hot on your neck before his lips began to explore your exposed skin, open mouthed kisses littered across your collarbone. leaning into his touch you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing the man closer to you, giving into the feeling.

the alcohol flowing through your veins built up the courage for you to turn to look at him, a small gasp falling from your lips as your eyes met the familiar ones of pierre, looking down at you with his arm wrapped around your waist, unapologetically looking over your body. "you know he'd be mad if he saw us."

you hated that you still let him have this control over you, that with another man wrapped up around you, you still thought about how he felt. despite the noise, pierre could hear your words clearly. his lips continued up your neck from your collarbone, reaching just below your ear, teeth lightly grazing your earlobe. "good thing he isn't here," the frenchman placed a small kiss on the soft skin. "charles doesn't know what he's lost."

every inch of your body shouted to give into him, to be the bad guy and fuck his best friend with no remorse, after all where was his remorse when he’d left you in that kitchen, when he’d been in another womens bed?

but even then, something stopped you from letting yourself fall into pierre's arms, something still held you back. nothing could explain what prompted you to step away from him, offering him a quick apology before going back to the booth, the warmth of his lips a long forgotten feeling.

at that point you hadn't even wanted to continue with the night, ordering one last drink before you told your friends you were ready for an early night, an early night for monaco anyway.

the walk from the club was barely 10 minutes to your apartment, the times when you were thankful to live in a small country. you rounded a corner, mimicking the cars that had been on the track hours prior, feeling your body hit into another's as they quickly apologised.

"are you everywhere?" you groaned seeing who you had bumped into, the very person who you wanted to see least in that moment.

charles rolled his eyes at your comment. "monaco is a small place," he looked behind you waiting to see your friends following suit, frowning slightly when he saw you alone. "where's everyone else?"

“dancing and drunk." you gave him a short answer, moving past him to continue home when you heard his footsteps behind you, cursing under your breath, your patience was running thin. "is there something you need, charles?"

"what kind of gentleman would i be if i let you walk home yourself drunk?" scoffing at his choice of the word gentleman, you started walking away from him, already aware there was no hope of him giving up, you’d learned over the course of your life to just accept he did things at his own accord.

the rest of the walk to your apartment was in an awkward silence, although you could see charles was desperate to say something, the way he’d take a breath as if he was about to speak before holding off, and you’d been so close to screaming at him to just get it out before you saw your complex entrance.

"why did you want to walk me home?" the question had been eating away at you; lingering in your mind the whole time he was besides you, needing to know the answer.

"i told you, i don't like the idea of you walking home by yourself." charles spoke nonchalantly, as if it was a daily occurrence for him, seeing his ex girlfriend who he’d so delicately fucked up.

at his answer you let out a sarcastic laugh. "we both know that’s bullshit charles, you don't care about anyone who's not you," you eyed up the monegasque, searching his usually poetically handsome features for any reaction. "you never did care."

that struck a nerve in charles, his voice raising slightly as he spoke. "of course i fucking cared about you, i wouldn't have kept you around just so i could fuck you."

it took all your self restraint not to slap him in that moment, instead hoping the glare you were giving him was enough to kill him. swinging the door to your complex open you heard it slam behind you, wishing that it closed before he was able to get inside.

unfortunately though, your wishful thinking was just that and you could hear his footsteps just behind yours, echoing against the tiled walls, ringing in your ears like a sirens song. "go celebrate charles."

"i want to talk to you,"

"too bad." you replied, throwing him a bitter smile over your shoulder as the door to your apartment unlocked.

"just give me five minutes." no part of you wanted to turn to look at him, knowing the second you saw his eyes you would cave in. ultimately though, he didn’t even need to look at you before you conceded.

the door was opened just as quickly as it closed, charles' eyes scanning the apartment, which looked just as it had whilst you were together. in fact, you still had the miniature helmet he wore for his first win in spa, and the smaller replica trophy from his monza triumph, keepsakes of his success that you hadn’t bothered to throw away.

"you kept them?" you could hear in his voice he was surprised, charles had half expected to see them in a burning fire before he ever saw them in the same position on your mantelpiece.

your eyes drifted to where he was looking, a lump threatening to grow in your throat, part of you forgetting they were even there since they’d become a constant in tour apartment. "i haven't had a chance to clean, not been at home much recently." you would be lying if you said you weren't missing monaco, after all it was your home, your families home and your friends home.

charles silently nodded at your answer, the apartment falling into a deafening silence as you mulled over what to say next. "so anything new with you? any boyfriends?" he prepared himself for the inevitable 'yes' that you would answer with.

however that never came, shaking your head no as you questioned him with a confused look, still not entirely sure on why he was still standing in your apartment, or why you were even entertaining him.

"really? I didn't-"

“charles, is there something you actually want?" you cut him off abruptly, with him you never did have the same patience you did with others in your life.

"i told you i wanted to talk to you," you responded by raising your eyebrow as if to say 'about?' "pierre told me you went on a date and i wanted-"

you were beyond mad at this point, not only had he essentially followed you home but also had the audacity to ask about a date you had. "fuck off Charles, and tell Pierre he can fuck off too."

“so, did you?”

you owed him nothing, you knew that, he knew it too and yet something inside of you wanted to let his know, still felt obligated to tell him. "yes charles, i went on a date, and i'm sure you'll be happy to know it was shit."

"why? what happened?" he was pushing his luck and he knew it, one wrong word, a question to far and he was asking for a slap from you.

a part of you did want to slap him for continuing to ask these personal questions, he was nothing to you anymore, he wasn't apart of you life and he didn't deserve to be. But the other part, the half you'd hidden away the last few months, wanted him to know.

and unfortunately for you, that part won. "he couldn't get me off, there, happy? now can you fuck off?" you walked towards the door of your apartment, about to hold it open when you felt his fingers wrap around your wrist.

before you could think your back was against the wall, charles' body flush against yours, his eyes finding yours instantly and you hated the way your stomach erupted in butterflies when they did.

you tried to wriggle away, charles' grip on your hands to strong for you to even budge. "poor guy couldn’t get you to come?” you responded with silence, not wanting to give nto his taunting. “told you i'd ruin other men for you, didn't i?" the monegasque couldn't hide hide smirk, watching as you rolled your eyes at the implication.

scoffing at his words, you tried to break free of his grasp again, ultimately stopping when you made no progress, his hand held you own two above your head, his other lingering somewhere across your stomach. "you flatter yourselves charles, really, more than anyone else does."

he rolled his eyes, testing the waters as he leant in to press a singular kiss against your neck, a self satisfied smile spreading across his face when you tilted it back against the cold wall, allowing him for access. "always knew you could never stay away for too long. how long was it last time, 2, 3 months?”

truly, in that moment you hated yourself for giving into his advances, but it didn’t mean that you were going to go quietly. "last i checked you followed me, seems you’re the desperate one."

"and who's the one letting me fuck her after her date couldn't?"

"who said anything about you fucking me?" instead of answering Charles bit down into the skin on your neck, a small whimper falling from your lips, quickly shutting you up, as he soothed over the redness with his tongue.

each movement of his was controlled, calculated, he knew where he was going to touch you, when he was going to, almost as if he knew it was going to happen. something about the way he was slightly smiling when he brought your lips in for a kiss made you short of breath, knocking the air out of your lungs, with your skin tingling at the long forgotten play of intimacy. you melted into his embrace, every sense on high alert.

red flags went off in your head. he cheated on you, and you took him back. it was a viscous cycle where neither seemed strong enough to let go.

it was almost like you were drowning in the moment, in him, sinking so deep you were sure to meet mariana’s trench.

at this, you pulled away, your face was red hot, watching as his smug exterior faltered slightly, his cheeks fading a small hue of redness. your hands rested on his chest, his eyes slightly red from the lack of sleep he must've gotten. "you can't keep doing this, charles, it's not fair." your voice was weak as you spoke, not having the strength to look him in his eyes.

"if it's not fair, then why do you keep coming back to me?" the question was warranted, yet there was a slight part of you, deep inside that section of your heart reserved for him that thought this could work, that you would get back together and all would be right in the world.

you had no real answer for him, nothing you could offer him that you hadn’t said already, and you knew he wasn’t bound to change his mind about you now. "because i want to believe it'll work, even when we know it doesn't." charles' lips were millimetres away from yours, able to feel his breath fanning them as your eyes glanced down at them.

delicately, charles slid his hands over your hips before squeezing the skin, noticing the quick look to his lips he longed to kiss you again, to stay like this for a moment, it was easy like that, to forget he had to make a relationship work outside of kissing you. it was when you decided to look up, the memory of your kiss making your insides warm were you leaning forward to place another tender smooch on his lips, savoring it, may it be your last.

you knew you were making a mistake, but if you truly wanted to let him go, it was one you had to let yourself make. this was on your accords, not his.

charles' touch softened at your quick action, a faint blush forming on his cheeks. "I always knew you were the obsessed one" with the sudden whisper you voiced, he smiled sheep it at you. you held off from smiling back at him, allowing him to take you, holding your hand in his when you walked towards your once shared bedroom, nostalgia feeding the delusions that this wouldn’t be the last time.

the nights in monaco were never quiet, the weekends increasing tenfold and for the first time in years you welcomed the buzzing night life of your home country. his hands on your body were a sensation that brought back memories, good and bad, and you didn't even realize how much you had missed him on you.

for the past few months you’d tried to convince yourself and everyone around you that you didn't want him, that you were fine on your own but charles, as always, saw right through it. "i know you missed me, chérie, it's okay to admit it," he punctuated his words with a kiss on your cheek. "tu m'as manqué." i missed you

he had broken you a long ago and the only person who can pick up your pieces and make you whole again, was him.

"shut up and fuck me, charles." your hands found the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head with no protest from him, in an attempt to get him to speed up.

"thought we didn't say anything about fucking you?" you hated the way the cocky smile on his face made a warmth pool in your stomach, turned you on like no one had before or after him.

you ignored his comment, turning round to let charles unzip the dress you had been wearing. his hands danced across the back of your shoulders, goosebumps rising on your warm skin as he slowly unzipped your dress. he leant in, placing a kiss in between your shoulder blades, undoing it fully and watching as the material fell, black against the stark white sheets.

maybe it was symbolic, yin and yang, sinner and saint, darkness and light, charles and you.

underneath you had a matching red set on, the red lace complimenting your skin tone more than any other colour. "even when i'm not around your still wearing my colour." you rolled your eyes at his goading when he cupped your breasts, squeezing the soft skin slightly.

"red was always arthur’s favourite colour on me." your voice was shallow as you spoke, sighing contently as squeezed your soft skin, thumbs grazing over your nipples. your words were a call back to when you and charles had started dating, the last year of high school, arthur only 15 and you and charles 18.

it was a running joke in the family of his crush on you, the younger leclerc taking after the rest of his family in that he was never shy to let someone know how he felt, especially the girls.

you saw charles' eyes darken at the mention of his name, quick to bring your mouth in for another, much shorter, kiss as his hands ran up and down your body. with each passing minute you melted into him, his lips peppering your neck with wet kisses while travelling further down your body, nibbling on your tender skin downwards. the room was dimly lid, yet you could clearly view his eyes on you, locked on you like a predator with his prey, pupils blown out in a crazed look.

quickly, charles cleared the soaked lace that was in his way, leaving no barrier between himself and your bare cunt. "don't get shy on me now, chérie, open your legs."

you couldn’t you resist him much longer, or maybe you didn’t want to, spreading your legs as he placed himself right in between you, hiking your leg over his shoulder. his lips drifted down from your calf, closer and closer to the inside of your thigh before you could feel his breath on you, hyperaware of everything.

"fuck, you're so wet." your skin erupted with goosebumps with his first of many kisses on your clit, the tingling nerves anticipating further care from him. charles prodded his tongue out, flicking it over your sensitivity, pitiful sounding whines falling from your lips.

"don’t tease me.” you pleaded with him, watching as his eyes flashed up at you, a mischievous smile on his face before turning away again.

charles flattened his tongue against you, licking a stripe up the middle, working his mouth against you whilst also placing his middle finger against your clit. he circled your clit with his tongue, whimpers falling from your lips from the pleasure. your eyes were screwed shut, hands clutching at the bedsheets when you felt him push two of his fingers inside of you.

"look at how good you take my fingers, mon amour, just as you always did."  Your thighs shook slightly when he pressed his tongue against your clit again alongside pumping his fingers in and out of you. your significant wetness was coating him, fingers easily moving as you clenched around them.

his mouth explored your every inch, his nose messily bumping against your clit when his tongue wasn't on it, your hand digging into his hair, keeping him there, pulling on the dark strands as groans sounded from him.

in between his taunts were words of praise, every second getting you closer and closer to the release you so desperately needed. your lips slumped into mindless pleading, with charles obliging, knowing full on well what you needed, he always did.

"forgot how good you taste." he made no attempt to tone down his crude language, making your cheeks rise up with heat, to have you writhe underneath him, not to mention with you succumbing to all of his attention on your neglected cunt.

you let out a louder moan, whining as he added a third finger, stretching you out more; more than you had been for at least a few months now. "charles, i'm so close." your pleading was futile, knowing charles was always the type of man to make you wait until he wanted you to come undone.

the clenching around his fingers made it even clearer that you were close, so close you were practically dancing around your release. "cmon, let go for me, chérie.” charles spoke in a low voice, his warm breath tickling your skin.

he help you ride through your first orgasm, his name the only thing on your tongue as your thighs shook around his head, your hands grasping at the grown out strands of his hair, charles letting his eyes glance up at you when you came. your back arched off the mattresses of the bed, the heels of your feet digging into charles' shoulders.

just when you thought he’d stop he didn’t relent, his fingers still moving inside of you, tongue pressed against your clit as he slowly circled it, you could hear the sounds of his fingers moving in and out of you, any other time and you’d be embarrassed by it. “s’too much, charles.”

“too much? one orgasm and it’s too much?” you nodded your head pitifully, hands reaching down to wrap around his wrist but it didn’t stop the movement of charle’s fingers. “what happened to my good girl? used to be able to at least give my fingers two.”

you knew where he was going with this, he wasn’t going to stop till you came again, wether it was on his tongue or with his fingers, and you whined when you felt them curl inside of you, feeling fuller than before somehow. already hypersensitive, it wasn’t long till the familiar rush came back to you, building in your stomach, the coil tightening till it once again snapped.

"never gonna be able to forget how good you sound moaning my name." his voice was tainted with, drawing out sloppy kisses on your belly, then breasts, wherever you let him he left marks in his wake. you let him explore and spoil you, shameless as he tenderly wrapped his lips around the erected nipple while rolling the other one between his fingers.

he puts out his hand for you, bringing you to match his height, moving to kiss you again now that your breathing was less erratic. "i want you to fuck me," you say almost breathlessly against his lips.

he hums against your lips, helping you up so you both can move atop your bed. he lays you back against what once was your neatly set up pillows, still hungrily kissing you, hands running down your thighs, but you move to grasp them. "fuck, i want you so badly right now." you knew it was wrong but you revelled in his confession, that after everything he was still yearning for you.

charles pauses looking at your eyes, still despite everything looking for any shade of regret in them. when he sees nothing he takes the opportunity to make one of his snide remarks. "remember when you told me this wasn't going to happen again? always knew you were a good liar."

you craved the stretch of him, the stretch that no many years together could prepare you for and the burn much like before that lingers in your throat and was so good that it made you forget how to think.

charles pushes inside of you, moving as slow as possible but you encourage him to fill you up completely. your eyes roll back into your head at the feeling of his cock stretching you, your hands coming to grasp onto his shoulders, nails digging in to his lightly tanned skin. charles' breathing staggers as he groans, moving forwards to place kisses along your jaw.

he stills once he's in you fully, but you shake your head slightly. "don't fucking stop charles,” his face stays tucked in your neck, his hips rolling against yours forcing a moan from your lips.

“even wore my favourite perfume, were you planning on fucking me when you got ready, chérie?" he’d just picked up on it there, the same signature scent you had wore throughout your entire relationship being the first one you reach for, a sweet smell that he thought reflected on you perfectly.

"shut up." he swallows a laugh when he hears you cry out, featherlight touches against your skin, gently, enjoying the sounds that rose from you with the way slammed into you.

he held your gaze, your eyes overcome with desire, lust, sensing nothing but your hammering heartbeat on his chest.

his lips slightly parted after every thrust, he knew he needed this as much as you did, taking advantage of the momentary peace to try to catch his breath with your nails holding onto his back, branding his skin with crescent shaped indents.

his little words of praise worked contradictory with his continuous taunts, teasing you as he nipped at your exposed skin.

your hands raked over his taut muscles, earning a grown from the man above you as your nails scratched against his back. charles pulled your hands in his own, placing them above your head before increasing the rhythm on his hips, steadier, deeper, not to mention pushing you closer to your release.

charles bought his face closer to yours, his lips just lightly brushing over your ear. "i want you to ride me, put on a show."

you couldn't help but moan at his words, nodding your head before switching positions, charles staying inside as you straddled his lap, knees locked in on either side of his thighs, his eyes meeting yours and you could see how desperate he was in that moment.

he was sat further up on the bed, your nails raking down his chest, leaving more, deeper, marks sure to last. lips pressed against the side of his neck, biting down on the skin before soothing over it and moving onto another place.

his adams apple bobbed as you took more of the control, setting your own pace despite his hands on your hips trying to make you go faster. charles brought his thumb down to your clit, circling it which had your thighs shaking around him.

charles' name fell from your mouth more than anything else, him and your pleasure your two sole focuses.

he could see the tiredness start to come through in your movements, choosing to take more control wether you complained or not. he began thrusting up into you with his hands on your hips, his thumb still rubbing circles on your clit determine to make you come at least once more.

your thighs tried closing around charles' midriff from the overwhelming sensitivity, although he was there to keep them open, a hand on the top of both of your thighs forcing them open.

clenching around him one last time you felt him release inside of you, the warm feeling of him so deep inside of you making you whine. charles let out a string of curse words, your name at the forefront when he let out one last groan, slumping back against your pillows altogether his hands didn’t stop the movement of your hips.

within the whirlwind of emotions, you desperately clenched around him, with this position your heart was racing, dipping into the mattress with soft gusts of breath departing from your lips. the raw drag of him was somehow more extreme, pursing your mouth when you felt a bead of sweat rolling down your temple.

his own orgasm brought on yours, your bodies in-tune with each other as if he’d never left. you were completely ruined, mind going blank as you felt yourself losing full control of your body to charles, vision a blinding white as your body felt hot all over.

the monegasque brought you in for a short kiss, leaving for the bathroom when you rolled off of him and coming back with a dampened towel, helping you clean up.

you both knew it was the last time you had together, the last time you would ever share a bed together, the last kiss.

and the thought of that had you clutching onto each other in your sleep just a bit tighter.

although before you did eventually fall asleep, you heard charles whisper one last thing in your ear, his confession bringing the smallest of smiles to your face.

"je serai toujours à toi."

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[tobiasdrake]

Gym #8: Grusha, the Sub-Zero Shredder

One last Gym Badge to go. It's time to face the frozen fury of the Ice Gym with a randomly selected team of Pokemon, trained to level 47.

So, going into prep work for this Gym, I made some less effective choices for my movesets than what I would ordinarily. Here at the frozen near-peak of Glaseado in a fight against an Ice Gym, I'm kind of anticipating a convenient natural snowstorm.

What I've observed thus far when dealing with weather is that I don't think naturally-occurring weather effects can be cancelled. Like, I think I've noticed moves such as Sunny Day failing during natural rainstorms and such. I might be totally off-base, but that's what it seems like.

I'm going into this Gym battle with the expectation that the weather is going to be Snow and there's nothing I can do about it, so I shouldn't build any plans around weather moves. With that in mind, here is my team.

Spidops (Insomnia) w/ Big Root - Leech Life, Toxic Spikes, Sticky Web, Silk Trap. As you can probably tell, I built Spidops for setup. I want her to drop Sticky Web and Toxic Spikes on the field, and her Silk Trap can punish whoever she's fighting against first.

Lycanroc Midday Form (Sand Rush) w/ Hard Stone - Rock Slide, Crunch, Psychic Fangs, Stealth Rock. With this, all three forms of Lycanroc have appeared in one of these randomized battles, I think. She's got Stealth Rock for more spike-laying. Other than that, she's just going to fire off Rock Slides. Crunch and Psychic Fangs are here for coverage, if we need it.

Bellibolt (Electromorphosis) w/ Leftovers - Thunderbolt, Chilling Water, Confuse Ray, Slack Off. Bellibolt seems like a strong candidate for Rain Dance and Thunder, especially with Weather Ball in her moveset. But no weather tactics. So instead, we're going for more of a tanky saboteur with Ability-boosted Thunderbolts.

Dachsbun (Well-Baked Body) w/ Rocky Helmet - Play Rough, Body Press, Stomping Tantrum, Charm. Dachsbun is a brick house like Bellibolt, but with Body Press and Rocky Helmet to take advantage of it. I think she's going to be fairly strong here, though it's a shame she definitely won't be able to intercept any Fire moves for that +2 PHY DEF boost.

Arcanine (Intimidate) w/ Assault Vest - Flare Blitz, Overheat, Reversal, Extreme Speed. The heavy hitter. If anyone's going to get out there and trash Grusha's team, it's Arcanine. Overheat will cost a lot of Special Attack, but his other moves are Physical so that's fine. With Speed advantage all but guaranteed from Sticky Web, Flare Blitz and Reversal can do some damage.

Great Tusk (Protosynthesis) w/ Black Belt - Earthquake, Body Press, Knock Off, Rapid Spin. Wow, what a mixed bag. Great Tusk is so powerful that they're right on the cusp of pseudo-legend. But no weather tactics, so Protosynthesis can't fire off. Being Ground and Fighting, they have a mutual weakness exchange against Ice. But with Sticky Web nerfing Speeds, they can hopefully fire off fast enough to crush before they get crushed.

We've got a quick no-muss no-fuss minigame Gym Challenge here. Underwhelming, but okay. And no pre-emptive battles with Nemona or a Gym understudy or anything. Huh. I guess we really are just... off to the Gym Leader battle. I expected more.

I guess I can use this space to just comment that I was a little surprised by his gender. His hair, facial construction, and especially the long eyelashes give off a feminine appearance, but during registration, he was referred to with he/him pronouns. So I thought maybe the little Gym Leader icon didn't capture him right, and it'd make more sense when I met him.

Then I actually met him, and he's literally dressed in the colors of the trans flag. Huh! So that's pretty cool. Nice subtle bit of inclusion there.

Not sure why he doesn't cover his nose with his scarf, though. In his years on these slopes, I guess he's built up an immunity to his nose getting nippy in the cold.

Grusha Pokemon #1: Frosmoth

Okay, the naturally-occurring snowstorm did not arrive. Shame. I could have come in with much better tactics. I outsmarted myself.

Well, let's get started. It's a setup round so I have little to fear from damage. Frosmoth and Spidops have similar ideas. Frosmoth uses Tailwind, while Spidops uses Sticky Web. My Web will still be here when your Tailwind dies down, asshole.

Now I could go for Silk Trap to try and snare Frosmoth, dumping her Speed. But according to my Pokedex, Frosmoth has is optimized for Special damage. Silk Trap only debuffs on Contact, and that moth isn't coming anywhere near us physically. It'd be a waste of a turn. Besides, that Tailwind would mitigate the effects of Silk Trap anyway.

So let's just tank her first hit to set up Toxic Spikes. It will give us an idea of what we're dealing with too. Frosmoth fires off and it's Blizzard. Spidops loses 75% HP, but sets up the spikes.

Blizzard, huh? Perfect accuracy in Snow, but only 70% right now. And with Tailwind in effect, she has a base Speed of 130 plus whatever IVs/EVs she just doubled. The only one among us who even has a hope to outpace her is Lycanroc. But if she can't, then she's taking two consecutive Blizzards from switching.

I think we need to let Frosmoth win. We can waste one of her Tailwind turns with a failed Leech Life.

This plan more than delivers. Blizzard's unreliable accuracy janks Frosmoth's next attack, forcing her to drop 40% HP from a successful Leech Life before she can successfully take down Spidops in the next attack.

Grusha Pokemon #1: Frosmoth, Round Two

I could use this time to set up Stealth Rock. But if I do that, Frosmoth will use this time to fire up another Tailwind. Let's just shut this down now.

Lycanroc crushes Frosmoth under a Rock Slide. Next!

Grusha Pokemon #2: Beartic

It's begun. Beartic enters and is immediately poisoned and debuffed. Now we can set up Stealth Rock.

Stealth Rock comes at a heavy cost, however. Beartic oneshots Lycanroc with Earthquake. Shit.

Grusha Pokemon #2: Beartic, Round Two

Time to get analytical. Beartic is slow, but tanky. Pure Ice with 80 for both Defenses and 95 HP, with 130 PHY ATK. His Abilities grant either +1 Speed or Evasion, but only during Snow. And we've just seen that he has Earthquake, so this is not a safe fight for Arcanine or Bellibolt.

Let's go for Dachsbun. Dachsbun uses Speed advantage to Charm Beartic, cutting his formidable PHY ATK in half. The responding Icicle Crash only hits her for 20 HP.

Dachsbun concludes with a pair of Body Presses. She takes another Icicle Crash, but she's left with 76 HP. She's good for another round.

Grusha Pokemon #3: Cetitan

Boy, it must suck to begin a fight Poisoned, Speed debuffed, and at 75% HP. I'm glad I'm on this side of the battlefield. Anyways, Cetitan is a distant relative of Wailord, and like Wailord, he's specialized in HP first and foremost. His only other good stat is PHY ATK, so let's cut that in half with a Charm.

The Charmed Cetitan hits Dachsbun with Ice Spinner. It does as much damage to Cetitan courtesy of Rocky Helmet as it does to Dachsbun. And then Poison triggers!

I haven't even hit Cetitan with an attack and he's already down to 40% HP. Body Press, I guess! Sadly, Cetitan lives through it with a sliver of HP, hanging on to KO himself on Dachsbun's Rocky Helmet. And bring Dachsbun down to 32 HP, the jerk.

Grusha Pokemon #4: Altaria

Oh, boo. Flying Type means Altaria ignores the Toxic Spikes and the Sticky Web. But not the Stealth Rock, so that's nice. And Fliers still take 25% damage from a super-effective Stealth Rock, so not technically being an Ice Pokemon didn't help her.

Let's see. She's a Dragon/Flying but she's about to be mono-Ice. Probably can anticipate Blizzard. She has good HP, PHY DEF, and Speed, the latter of which is NOT cut in half. Special Attack is where she truly shines. But her Defenses are weak. And her ability, Natural Cure, is basically irrelevant.

She's at 75%. I think Dachsbun is faster than her. And if she's not, Arcanine is. So we'll go for a Body Press, factoring her impending shift to mono-Ice.

Grusha Terastilizes Altaria. Big mistake. Altaria changes Type just in time for Body Press to knock off 40% of her HP. She's hurt but hanging in there. Altaria finishes off Dachsbun with Hurricane, to my surprise.

Grusha Pokemon #4: Altaria, Round Two

Arcanine hits the ground running, erasing Altaria with a Flare Blitz before she even knows what hit her.

It's over!

Man, it feels good when a plan goes off without a hitch. I've never really understood why people say Rapid Spin is a high-level competitive move. I think I get it now. Peppering the field with so many Spike moves is crazy OP. Grusha had zero answers for the intense conditions I was forcing his team to enter the field under.

I think this might have been the second-easiest Gym battle I've fought all game. And it's not because Grusha's team isn't strong. We were the same level. It's because Toxic Spikes, Sticky Web, and Stealth Rock conspired to cripple them.

I learned something today.

[purplelea]

did anybody give you the obligatory twewy ask yet?

THANK YOU!!! Nope, the only two asks I got were from my kh mutuals, so they didn't ask me that XD

ANYWAY. LET THE FUN BEGIN

Blorbo

Neku 100%. CALL ME BASIC ALL YOU WANT, BUT NEKU FUCKING RULES OKAY?? He's everything to me. He's just a guy. He got shot thrice. He's a fashion disaster. He tried to kill the person who is now his best friend. He's a mom friend. He's so powerful he can one-shot Minamimoto. He's a walking stick. He's friends with the local divine being. I love him.

Neku "best character development ever seen in a video game" Sakuraba. Also he's a bi icon.

Scrunkly

SHIKIIIII

She's. sooooo shaped. The girl ever. Almost gets killed and then goes "whoops my bad it was my fault anyway hehe". Her self-esteem is lower than the Mariana Trench. She's so obsessed with details and clothing that she forces a guy she met 4 days before to strip in the middle of the street. Her stuffed cat will make you eat your words if you talk shit about her. Scolds Neku like a preschool student when he tries to fight the final boss without her and Beat. Calls him a chicken when he runs away too much from fights. Absolute Queen.

and... BEAT!!!

I had to put my boy somewhere. And he's so shaped too so. That works. Fun fact: He's actually the most consistent character alongside Kariya and Uzuki in the twewy franchise. These three really go together, I love them. ANYWAY. I love Beat. If you don't, get out of my house. In this blog we love and support Daisukenojo "Beat" Bito, proud owner of zero (0) braincells because he gave them all to his sister when she was born, and of a heart of pure gold. And a really cool skateboard. Never forget the skateboard.

Beat is just the sweetest guy ever. He also gives the best hugs and that's a canon fact because I said so.

Scrimblo bimbo

SHUTO DAN, AKA SHOOTER, THE BEST SLAMMURAI IN TOWN (DUH DUH DUUUUUH)

Also called "the tin pin guy" by anyone who doesn't even remember his nickname. The number of people who actually know his real name could be counted in one hand I think. Anyway! I love him!! He's so cool!!! He's just there and he wants to play Beyblade with everyone!! He's 10 years old and he can't draw to save his life! He's super dedicated and always looking to improve! He's also a really good and fair player and accepts his defeat without contesting it- which is something super important and really cool to see especially considering his young age.

Glup Shitto

ERI. THE FASHION QUEEN. Do you guys have ANY IDEA how MAD I am because we didn't see her in neo??? "It was to avoid spoilers about Shiki in the first gam-" FUCK YOU. GIVE ME THE GIRL. She's so great. We saw her for like 5 dialogues in the og, 4 scenes in the anime but I will never ever stop talking about her. She envied Shiki just as much as Shiki envied her. She loves Shiki just as much as Shiki loves her. She met Shiki and saw her as the most talented girl she ever met. And then Shiki died, and Eri was ready to give up on her dream because it didn't have any sense now that Shiki was gone. She went to put flowers on Shiki's grave everyday because she didn't want her best friend to be lonely. She probably pushed Shiki to make Mr Mew the face of their brand- and it worked! The bestie ever.

Poor little meow meow

Haha. This is the tricky question. Previous ones were easy to guess, but this one? Man how alone I feel in this fandom... AS A HAZUKI STAN >< yep. Hazuki Mikagi, a well known mass murderer, famous for wearing crocs and for his excessive use of the word "friend" as punctuation in too many sentences and with people that are absolutely not his friend. People hate him for killing people, which, in all honesty, is absolutely fair and understandable, but I love him for his character development. "What character development are you fucking talking about Léa" well dear reader, may I offer you this link that will take you to my little character study of my favourite mass murderer so you may understand more what I meant. Enjoy~

Horse Plinko

Here I will put Joshua, because it's always fun to torture Joshua (the whole fandom can agree on this) and also because I've always been too nice with him in my fics (with one exception hehehe) So yeah. Get in the plinko twink <3

Eeby Deeby

I actually can't remember who I meant to put in here. I think he was a Player? No, a Reaper... Urg, why can't I remember? Oh well, I'm pretty sure you see who I mean.

Ask game: give me any fandom!

[msmarvelwrites]

For Old Times' Sake

Summary: “Years you had craved to hear your name spoken from his lips. Countless nights, forcing yourself to remember how it fell from his tongue,”

Pairing: TFATWS Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Explicit sexual content, Vaginal penetration, fingering, Choking, Bucky with the filthy words, mutual pining.

Word Count: 2.8K

Authors Note: WOW! It has literally been a hot minute hasn't it? I cant say that I’m not a little excited about this 3rd lock-down in Ontario because it means I can actually find time to write. I’m sorry it’s been so long, babes. Anyways, enjoy! (I’m actually the worst and it’s been so long since I’ve done this!) The Biggest Thank You to @sweeterthanthis for literally cheering me on the entire time. This was such garbage before you came along 😂 I had so much fun with this one babe 💕 thank you for all you do ✨

The wind whipped against your face, bruising your skin with it’s callousness. Though the unwelcomed lash was nothing compared to what was to come. Or who, for that matter. 

It had been longer than you cared to admit. The dodged calls hanging at the bottom of the icon on your phone serving as a cruel reminder of how cold you had been. Of course, it was never in your job description to take care of Bucky after Steve left— but there was an implication that made you run for the hills. 

You couldn't do anything for him - give him anything. The last five years had consisted of running and trying to start over. 

Besides, after the Accords, in the government's eyes you were just as fucked as Hydra. An ally turned fugitive the moment you’d chosen your side in that airport. You’d fight with yourself most nights that you decided with your head, but your first evening with a man who had bruised your lips with promises of what would come may have had more pull than anything else. 

The same man that had called you every week for the past six months… The same man you had spent countless nights with, years of your life you would never be able to scrub away, no matter how hard you tried. 

You had watched from afar as half of the world returned, their loved ones welcoming them home with teary eyes and broken hearts. You watched as he came home. His eyes, always scanning the crowds waiting for you. Waiting to see your face. 

It made all of this so, so much worse. This was definitely not the homecoming you could have hoped for. 

“We’re nearing the drop.” Your comm’s rang with a woman's voice who had helped smuggle you onto the craft. You weren’t exactly welcome in europe at the moment- or anywhere for that matter. The government did not take lightly to your’s and Sharon’s betrayal. You’d think that after everything the world had seen they would be a little more forgiving, but you couldn't exactly blame them for their trust issues either. 

You could, however, blame yourself. 

As soon as your feet hit the ground you were off. The distress call had come from Sam earlier that evening and now with the sun setting you could only hope you weren't too late. You tried to push the man who had haunted your thoughts for the past few years out of your head, desperate to focus on the task at hand. 

Bullets exploded through the air, a warning as you were approaching the large shipping container unit. Your comms went static as they began to connect with Sam’s, his voice ringing through your ears as—

“Sam, a little help here!” 

His voice stopped you dead in your tracks. 

“I’m on my way - called in some back up.” Sam grunted as the sound of strangled yelps echoed around you. 

“Back up? Who do we know that-” Bucky’s words were cut short as he let out a growl, the sound of his vibranium arm whirling in the background. 

You rushed in without a second thought, the sound of his pain too raw as it ripped through your chest. Before you could assess the danger, you charged forward, hurling yourself at a large man pointing his gun right at- 

With a loud thud, the man hit the ground. Your combat boot, heavy on his throat until he went still, and with it came silence. It was deafening despite the explosive gunfire around you. 

“Y/n?” 

Your name ripped through the air, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet his gaze. Back turned and body rigid, you were frozen in place. Years you had craved to hear your name spoken from his lips. Countless nights, forcing yourself to remember how it fell from his tongue, soft and get so personal. Like no one had spoken it before. 

“Y/n, what are you-”

Sam's voice cut the newly cropped brunettes words off,  “I got two coming in on your left, Buck. Oh- and welcome back, Y/L/N.” 

You smiled sheepishly at Bucky, pulling your gun from its holster and flicking the safety off as you closed your distance with him. Despite the aggravation apparent on his face, a broken smile seemed to be pulling at the corners of his lips. 

“Here we go again, huh?”  You chimed, your eyes locking with his just as all hell broke loose. 

The trip back to Sam and Bucky’s base was one filled with uncomfortable silence, and a tension that had your blood running cold. 

Once the adrenaline of the fight had worn off and you were left face to face with Bucky Barnes, the guilt began to creep in. 

“So…” Sam started from the backseat of the beat-up truck, the suddenness of his words startling both you and Bucky for a moment. “Long time no see.” 

The scoff that left Bucky’s lips wasn't as subtle as you imagined he meant it to be. You tried not to let it bother you; in fact, you had prepared for this. How he might react when you finally returned home. What you weren't prepared for, however, was how indescribably gutted you would feel to watch him - eyes trained to the road ahead - as he gritted his teeth at your proximity. 

To say that yours and Bucky’s relationship before the snap was easy would be incredibly delusional. It was messy and at it’s best dysfunctional. But for whatever reason, the two of you looked beyond that. He saw through you like no one ever had and before you knew it, the two of you were glued at the hip. It didn't make sense, but no questions were ever asked. 

You just fit. 

And of course there was the sex. Good god, you could feel your thighs clenching at the thought. 

The way’s Bucky knew how to take you apart, with an accuracy that only he had. How he had your toes curling and body vibrating from the flick of his tongue. How he would have you screaming the most filthy things for him, all while begging to never ever—

“Y/n?” 

Sam’s voice was like an ice bath. Your name yanking you back into the present and the question at hand. What was the question again? You couldn't think straight. Not when Bucky was staring at you the way he was, one brow cocked and that same familiar smirk plastered on his lips. If you didn't know any better, you’d think he could read your thoughts. 

“Sorry- I… I was…” You couldn't seem to bring yourself back to this realm, too lost in the Super Soldier’s stormy eyes to remember what exactly you were trying to say. 

“He asked you where you’ve been, Y/n.” Bucky spoke your name like it was a curse, laced with razor sharp ache and pain. His eyes told a different story though. The way he looked at you; the same way he always did. 

With a warmth that only he had for you. It made you shiver. 

“Running, mostly.” You started, your body physically breaking your gaze with Bucky. It was too much, watching him glare down at you. And maybe you deserved it. 

“And you never thought to, I don't know, call me?” Bucky’s words were spiteful, oozing with a disdain that was beginning to wear down your patience. 

“It wasn't like that, Buck-”

“You can’t call me that anymore.” He snapped, his eyes trained on the road. Your gaze snapped to him, brow arched as you all but scoffed at him. 

“Oh, I can't?” You chuckled, but the sound came out flat. He had every right to ask you where you've been. Hell, get angry if he wanted. But the way his words seeped with disgust made your blood boil. 

“Okay, okay guys. Let’s all take a breath and just—”

“Shut up, Sam.” You both snarled, causing Sam to roll his eyes as Bucky pulled into a long winding driveway with a small log cabin sat at the end of it. You reached for your seatbelt until your door swung open. 

“You two figure your shit out. Whatever this is,” Sam motioned to the space between you two, “ isn’t leaving this car. I’ll be inside. Feel free to come in when y'all have killed and made up, okay?” With that, Sam slammed the door leaving Bucky and you alone in your static tension.

Bucky worried on his lip, his eyes trained to his lap. You opened your mouth to speak, but your words seemed caught in your throat. 

“You didn't even call…” 

It was so quiet, you almost didn't hear it. But you did… 

Voice small and so filled with ache; it kicked you in the stomach, the guilt washing away any anger you had felt. 

“Bucky… I- I couldn't.” You forced out, tentative as you met his gaze, stomach dropping as your eyes locked with his. 

“I thought I lost you. I thought - I mean, fuck - you were all I cared about.” He sighed, clearing his throat as if it would help ease his discomfort. “I looked for you, ya know?” He chuckled, but there was no warmth behind it. Just a brokenness that made you squirm. 

“It’s not your fault—”

“Oh, I know it’s not.” Bucky quipped, his eyes flicking away from yours and turning back to face the cabin. “It was your own selfish decision.” 

You scoffed, head snapping back to meet his glare. “Selfish? Bucky, I had no other choice. Not everyone can be pardoned for their crimes. It’s not like I had Steve Rogers advocating for my freedom!” 

Bucky only rolled his eyes, hands gripping the steering wheel so tight, you swore he might rip it clean off the car.  “Don’t bring him into this. You don't think that I would have done everything to get to you? To clear your name?”

You laughed bitterly, blinking away the tears that welled at the corners of your eyes. 

“You gotta at least give me more credit than that, Doll.” The pet name rolled off this tongue easily, washing over you, and making you freeze. 

“Please don’t call me that…” You faltered, wiping away a stray tear that rolled down your cheek. 

It seemed the tension dissipated in that moment, silence heavy between you both as Bucky reached out, his flesh fingers finding a tear and brushing it away. You tried to speak, but with everything that had been said, and all that would never be, you decided words just weren’t enough. 

You didn't have time to object before his lips were on yours, your body moving at its own accord as he pulled you onto his lap, your thighs either side of him as his tongue swept across your bottom lip. You tried to moan, but his mouth swallowed the sound. He rendered you breathless, his taste intoxicating as you melted into his embrace, grinding into him and shivering when a familiar growl slipped from his lips; vibrating against your mouth. 

“Fuck, I missed you.” You moaned out, clutching his jacket as you licked down his neck. His skin was burning against your lips, the rumble of his breath heavy against your ear as he let out a dark chuckle, urging you on. 

“Well, if you had just called me—” 

Before he could finish the sentence, you reached for the recliner, snapping it forward as you toppled forwards onto Bucky’s chest. His words fell back into his throat, hands automatically finding your hips to steady you while you fumbled with his belt. 

“Doll—” He tried to start, but you swallowed the name with your kiss, heated and rooted in a desperate need to feel him again. You ached for him in a way you’d never felt before. 

Maybe what you had was unfixable. Maybe it was beyond repair, but with the way he was kissing you and hiking down your pants, it didn't matter. You were drunk on him, and by the way he bucked his hips, so was he. 

You shivered as his vibranium fingers looped into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down over your legs as you both awkwardly tried to move in the cramped seat. You wanted to laugh, but as his cold thumb swiped through your slick folds, all you could do was whine. 

“So wet for me…” He hummed, teeth sinking into your throat as he pulled a whimper from your lips. 

You cursed, hands propping you up on either side of him as he dipped his index finger into you, the intrusion enough to have your back arching into him, desperate for more. 

But Bucky was a tease. And even now, after all of this time, it was the very thing that had your buckling above him. Pleading and begging for more.

“Look at you.” He started, his eyes dark as he pushed deeper inside, his finger curing into you as you gasped. 

“P-please, Buck.” You begged, grinding down onto his hand. To your dismay he only chuckled, watching intently as you came undone around him. 

“I told you,” He started, lifting you off of him and tossing you against the backseats, “Don’t call me that.” 

You couldn't help the giggle that bubbled out of your throat as he awkwardly crawled towards you. But the look in his eyes had your stomach twisting into something that emulated fear. It was guttural as he pressed into you, the outline of his cock digging into your drenched folds.

You bit back a moan, eyes rolling back in your head as his cold fingers brushed against your core, pulling himself free from his boxers. 

“Do you still love me like you did?”  He spoke, and though the words were soft and filled with promises you had broken before, there was a darkness in his voice. 

“I never stopped.” You admitted. And it was true. But that didn't seem to be the answer he was looking for as he licked his bottom lip, eyes trained on your throat. 

“I’m afraid isn’t gonna’ feel much like love, doll.” He breathed out, lining himself up with your entrance. Before you could speak, he thrusted into you, knocking the air out of your chest as he bent you uncomfortably in half. You could only scream as he caged you in, forcing you down against the seats as he fucked into you. 

It’s not like you forgot how Bucky filled you, but his size was something you would never be able by to fully adjust to. Especially not now, when he was holding you steady, his hips snapping against you giving you no time to ease into the assault. And by the looks of the lopsided smirk plastered on his swollen lips, he knew exactly how shredded you felt. 

“Fuck, you take me so good, sweetheart.” The pet name doing nothing to quell the ache he sent ripping through your body as he sank deeper into you. You could only cry out, head smashing into the door as he kept up his brutal pace. 

“B-Bucky, please.” You weren't exactly sure what you were asking for, but at this rate you wouldn't last long, the familiar coil building in your abdomen as he nudged up against your cervix. 

“Slow down, baby.” You choked on a sob, eyes glassy as his vibranium fingers coiled around you thoat, pining you to the seats.  

“Did you miss this part, doll?” He whispered against your ear, a shiver ripping through your body and igniting a flame you had so desperately craved since the moment he vanished from your world. “Miss the way I ruin you, Hm? I can feel you, coming undone. You’re so close, aren’t you?” he teased, pressing his fingers deeper into your throat until you were coughing around the pressure. 

“All I need to do is-” His flesh thumb ran circles against your clit, your eyes rolling back into your skull as you croaked out his name, begging him to ease up. “There it is.” He chuckled, quickening his pace until you were a shivering mess beneath him. 

“Bucky, I-” 

“I’m going to ruin this cunt, sweetheart. Stay still, and let go for me” His voice was like gravel, only letting you breathe once you nodded your head in complicity, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth as the orgasm wrapped itself around your core. 

“Fuck.” You managed to scream, your head lulling back as a title-wave of ecstasy crashed over you, pulling you under.

“That’s my girl.” His words tipped you over the edge, his name on your lips like a prayer as you quivered, your body violently shaking. “God you're so tight when you- Shit!” 

With a few sloppy thrusts, Bucky came undone. His hot spend coating your pulsing walls as he gasped. Your bodies a tangled mess as he puffed out a breath against your neck. 

You both just stayed frozen, too afraid that the moment you pulled away, reality would sink in. And the truth was, you weren't exactly sure what that meant. 

Bucky slowly eased himself out of you, gasping a little as you spilled out onto, what you only hoped, would be easy to clean seats.

 “Doll, that was-” 

“Hey,” Sam knocked hard against the now foggy glass, “You two hungry, or what?” 

[forevamark]

with careful eyes (l.jn) part 1

PART ONE. part 2 part 3 [coming soon will link here when posted]

Pairing: lee jeno x fem!reader insert

Tags: heavily inspired by NYFW Jeno, model celebrity au, personal stylist reader, cold jeno, timid reader, mutual pining, anger issues/doesn’t know how to show his feelings bc he’s dumb jeno, one bed troupe hehe,

Warning: none for now, eventual smut in later parts- warnings updated in those parts

Word Count: 5.8k

Summary: top ten rising model of the year to look out for, lee jeno!  That's who you were responsible for. Your job is easy, make him look exactly how the designer wants him to look- flawless. Kinda hard to focus when all you can feel is his eyes on you.

I really said two weeks ago that this fic would be out later that week... okay I lied LOL Classes for my fall semester started and I have been a bit out of it lately so I decided to break up this fic into parts. Potentially three..

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“Thank you czennie!” You heard Mark yell out over the loud cheers before all the dreamies took one final bow and descended into the stage below. 

“Did you see the girl in the front wearing your alien glasses Melk?” Haechan chuckled while rushing over to you for a quick cool down and touch up before the encore.

“How could he not? She was barely wearing anything besides those glasses!” Jaemin laughed while pushing him out of the way, getting in line for a light powder over his face.

“Stop talking and save your breath!” you scolded while touching up Jaemin’s eyeliner, “keep talking and I’ll smear this all over your face!”

“Two minute warning!” their stage manager yelled while clapping to hurry things along.

“I can’t believe I missed my iconic jump during Beatbox,” Jisung pouted.

“I’m just glad you caught yourself JiJi,” you sighed while spraying his bangs, “besides if anyone makes fun of you I’m sure czennie will beat them up.”

“Thanks noona!” The boys smiled before getting ready to go back out.

“Forty five second countdown, Dream get ready!” 

They lined up one by one ready to run back on stage, some jumping in place to hype each other up.

“Jeno!” He turned towards you raising a brow, “can I please fix that piece on top? It kept flying into your eyes during the dance breaks?” 

“I’ll be fine.” he curtly responded before running out.

You sighed watching his retreating frame, frown immediately grown into that boyish eye smile that all the fans adored. You don’t quite know why Jeno always had to make it a scene to avoid you at all costs. You didn’t have the problem with any of the other dreamies, just him. Over the past year of you working with SM Entertainment, you’ve grown fond of the NCT boys, so much so that you would even call them close friends, maybe even brothers. 

You adored their work ethic and stamina, and they were all just true to their idol personas, all except Jeno. Although he would joke and be friendly to other staff, he kept his distance from you. 

If you were at their dorm picking outfits for their next outing, he would find some excuse to leave for the entire time you were there. If you were assigned to do his makeup for a concept shoot, he would request another makeup artist before you would even step onto the set. You chalked it up to him not entirely loving your personality, meanwhile the dreamies would constantly insist that he doesn’t hate you and just doesn't fare well with new people. 

Either way, your time with Jeno can only be described as brief, awkward, and strictly professional.

You would be lying if you said it didn’t hurt. Actually it hurt a lot. 

Before accepting the position as NCT Dream’s stylist, you were actually a huge NCT fan. Imagine the excruciating pain of seeing your ult bias be nothing like how his image was. 

You knew all his rap parts by heart and you knew all his little habits. You watched every interview and variety show. You stayed up counting down to the next music video to drop and spent the whole day streaming it. All that to have your first encounter with the group and Jeno didn’t even bother to show up, and when he did, he didn’t even bat an eye at your presence, completely ignoring you, just snapped his fingers and told you to do his makeup quickly. 

“You should have sprayed down Jeno’s front bang, it keeps getting in his eyes,” your co stylist spoke up from behind you as you both watched the performance from the screens. 

“I tried to, he wouldn’t let me,” you responded with your eyes never leaving his movements on stage.

“Assert yourself, it is your job.” she tutted before walking away, “if he were to fall, it would be on you.” 

You let her leave as you studied each of the boy's outfits, noting that Chenle’s watch may need a resizing with how often he was adjusting it when he walked to the sides. Adding to your notes that Renjun was in dire need of a touch up on his roots after the concert as soon as possible, you made your way to their dressing room and laid out their after concert outfits for each of them to change into after their showers.

Mark will want to wear loose shorts, he hates tight clothes after a shower.

Renjun will want a big casual tee, maybe that new green one you ordered the other day.

Jaemin will for sure be wearing slides, his dogs just demand to be out after a long day on his feet.

Haechan will fight you before washing his hair so you make sure to leave a written note on top of his stack of clothes along with his purple shampoo bottle for emphasis.

 ‘I know exactly how much product is in here so I better see it being used!’

Chenle will appreciate his favorite comfy white tank top and shorts.

And Jisung will wear whatever you put out for him- like the golden child he is. 

But Jeno? You stood stumped staring at his rack of options, 50 shades of black lined up like a void. 

The most you knew of Jeno was that he was the hardest to dress. It seemed as though there are no right answers but there are definitely wrong answers, that’s why you always resort to dressing him in black. Guess in a way it resembles his inner self, dark and soulless.  You decided on an oversized black hoodie and fitted joggers with a bucket hat. 

“Took you long enough,” you heard from behind you. There stood Jeno tapping his foot, the rest of the stacks of clothes were gone, and the sounds of showers running were heard in the distance, “it’s not like I’m that hard to dress anyways,” he huffs snatching the outfit out of your hands and heading towards the washroom himself. 

Well then.

You start to pack up all the clothes and makeup along with the rest of your team to help clear out of the stadium.

–

The ride back to the hotel flew by, you don’t know when exactly you fell asleep but you do know you don’t remember getting into the van in the first place. Groggily, you pulled your large suitcase out of the trunk and stomped through the lobby towards the elevator. You wanted nothing more than to take a hot shower and order some well deserved room service while you lounged around in a robe falling asleep to a kdrama. 

As you pressed the big 10 button your eyes relaxingly closed awaiting to be lifted. However a pale hand stretched out right before it closed causing it to beep and reopen. Your eyes shot back open revealing a Jeno dressed in… not what you laid out? 

His eyes met yours, shocked to see you as well, before rolling them and joining you inside, distancing himself from you completely leaning on the opposite wall and pressing the 11 button.

“You know we are all on floor 10 right?” you say to him pressing 10 again for emphasis.

“No we’re not. We are on 11,” he smugly said while looking at you and pressing 11.

“Your manager gave me my key card and he said it was floor 10. We are all on floor 10!” you annoyingly banter back while smacking 10.

“11!”

“10!”

The button blinked as the elevator jolted when it hit the 10th floor, however the doors did not open. 

“Look what you did,” Jeno complained while looking upwards pinching his nose, “now we’re stuck. It’s not even stuck on the right floor.” 

“I didn’t do it! You’re the one who kept pressing the wrong floor!”

“Whatever! Lemme try to call someone for help in the meantime,” he took his phone out calling his manager asking for the hotel staff to retrieve us, “He said that it’ll be about fifteen minutes.” 

You nodded in response, your eyes not meeting his, instead opting to take a seat in the corner to rest your head, knees pulled towards your chest. Jeno follows suit mirroring you in the opposite corner. 

The silence was deafening. You can hear their manager making sounds of frustration and concern about one of his babies being stuck in this death box. There was so much palpable tension and awkwardness in the space, what made things worse was Jeno starting to stare around minute three. Your eyes were fixed on the small jibbitz on your crocs, shuffling slightly to rotate them to avoid meeting his gaze. He continued burning holes into your sides for another eight minutes until you finally spoke up.

“Jeno.”

“Hmm?”

“What are you staring at?”

“Just wondering.”

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“Gonna cost you a lot more than that.” 

You nodded your head in between your knees. I guess now is a good time to ask him what his deal with you is? It’s not like he can run…? 

You finally mustered the courage to meet his snake eyes, sighing deeply before asking,

“Jeno, why do you not like-” 

Before you could finish your question, there was a loud bang and a red piece was wedged between the slit of the metal doors before being pried open revealing the hotel staff and a relieved manager. He lurched forward immediately pulling Jeno towards him as if the elevator would drop in seconds. 

“y/n come come!” he motioned for you to join his open arms as well next to a squished Jeno, “oh I’m so glad we didn’t have to call the fire department. Imagine the damage control I would have to do to deflate any potential dating rumors since you both decided to break the elevator on the last leg of the tour.” 

You smiled a tight lipped reaction and patted the manager in comfort as Jeno tried to pull away in embarrassment. Hotel staff apologized profusely as the dreamie manager threatened to sue quite loudly. It took Jeno having to pull his manager back to calm him down and you chuckled softly.

“Thank you Jen,” your manager softened looking at him and fixing his shirt and shooing the staff away, “Jeno, you didn’t tell me y/n was also in there with you!”

“I, well,” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Never mind that, I needed to talk to you two anyways!” he clapped his hand before ushering you two to sit on a nearby decorative couch in the hall, “just moments before I received the terrible news of you two getting stuck in the elevator, I just got off the phone with the opportunity of a lifetime for Jeno!”

“I secured you a modeling role in the US!”

“Congrats Jeno,” you lightly bow towards him politely as he sits shell shocked.

“And that’s not even the best part! It’s for New York Fashion Week! The most important week for a model’s career, and our very own Jeno will be representing the kpop industry by opening a show for Peter Do!” 

Now it was your turn to widen your eyes and jaw to drop.

“Peter Do?” You yelled, “He booked a gig for Peter Do’s runway in New York Fashion Week?”

“Yes he did! Isn’t that fantastic?”

“Lucky you Mister,” you breathed out while looking at Jeno, “I am a big fan of Peter Do. Consider yourself lucky. The man has styled Zendaya.” 

“Well y/n,” his manager said, “I was wondering if you would like to accompany Jeno to New York for the week leading up to the show. Jaemin brought up how you were interested in transitioning into the high fashion runway industry one day, and Jeno does need a translator. We also need someone to do the social media stories for the NCT page. I feel like with your insight into the industry it would be more helpful than any of us here.”

“No way!” you jumped up hugging him upon hearing the proposal, “I have dreamed of working in New York Fashion Week since I was a little girl! Of course I want to go! Thank you for the opportunity manager nim!”

“Great! I just need you to work with the stylist for the next shoot before you two leave next week so that we can function here without you. Then you will be on a plane with some staff and Jeno to New York.” you nodded.

“So that means you two will need to get along,” he narrowed his eyes, “Jisung told me there is some unspoken tension between you two so either figure it out or put on one hell of a show. If you think there are cameras on you 24/7 here in Korea, there will be even more there,” he stood up prompting you to as well, “so figure this out. Whatever it is.”

“We will!” you saluted with a smile.

“Love the enthusiasm y/n, but I mean more so Mr. Grumpy,” you both looked over at the still unmoved Jeno. 

“I’m going to start drafting the looks for in between shows now!” You started heading towards your room, ready to run a bubble bath while sketching.  

–

The next time you see Jeno is three days later back in the SM building for costuming. The boys have been hard at work for the next comeback and you know the looks need to align. This photo book shoot meant a lot to you. It finally got your name out as a big name designer and stylist, plus Beatbox was already so iconic you knew you had to top what you put together last time. You had each of the boys standing next to one another surveying the color schemes and taking out pieces that didn’t quite fit.

“When are we going to do a sexy concept?” Jaemin asks while wiggling his eyebrows. 

You lightly chuckled while comparing two belts in front of him, “whenever you all make sexy music, I’ll be sure to order more sexy clothes okay?”

“Hey, our music is sexy!” Haechan whined.

“Yeah because I definitely get it on while Chewing Gum plays, right?” they all groan at your response.

“Please we were children, don’t bring that up!” Renjun sighs.

“Okay maybe not the debut, but I’m for sure not playing Hello Future…”

“Nah nah, Hello Future works!” Mark defends. Everyone turns to look at him, “you just gotta like…” Mark puts his hands out and thrusts his hips to the beat of the chorus, “see works just fine.” 

No one made a sound while staring at Mark, his eyes closed vigorously thrusting in the air while humming.

“You guys picked him as leader?” you gesture towards the sight.

“By default okay?” Chenle says while halting Mark with a hand up.

“Well,” you take a step back, “Something isn’t right, I can't put my finger on it though. Maybe it’s the shoes…”

“I think our hair is throwing you off, what colors are we doing this time around?” Jisung asked. Each of the boys were equally excited, surprisingly even Jeno.

“Let me check my notes,” you pull out your clipboard, “Mark will be going teal, Renjun I want you to go light pink and grow out the hair a bit. Haechan you already know you will be continuing the honey brown, but only if you keep up with that hair washing schedule I put you on! Jaemin and Jeno will go natural black, Lele I put down black with the blue streaks, and JiJi you will be going bleach blonde again but we are giving you a mullet.” You peer up at them and it was all smiles except ding ding ding Mr. Lee Jeno.

“Why is everyone’s hair changing but mine?” he pouts.

“Because you just booked a gig at New York Fashion Week, and Mr. Do wants your hair jet black. What Mr. Do wants, I will deliver,” you respond nonchalantly, going back to comparing clothing pieces, “besides Haechannie is staying brown.”

“But that’s different, Hyuck requested to stay brown,” he argued following you to the accessories room.

“No, Hyuck asked on Bubble what color czennie wants to see next and a lot of fans wanted him to stay brown, maybe even just a little lighter with highlights. So that’s what the company agreed to give him.”

You started to feel the familiar feeling of your skin burning up as being alone in the room felt just as suffocating as the elevator situation from a few days ago. Busying yourself with untangling a set of chains to avoid looking at him, you didn’t even notice him plant himself across the necklace table from you. He demanded eye contact with how intently he stood, his aura so alluring it took everything in you to not give in.

“y/n.”

You don’t respond.

“Y/n.”

“Jeno, this isn’t up for discussion. The company-”

“Cut the bullshit princess,” he presses with his hands colliding on the table in front of him.

“I’m tired of you not treating me the same as everyone else, so what is it huh? What do you hate about me so much that you have to give me the short end of the stick every time?”

You finally meet his gaze with an accusatory squint, “oh don’t act like you didn’t start this!”

“I did not!”

“Don’t play victim Jeno. You’ve been nothing but cold to me since we’ve met. I tried giving you a fair chance, and the rest of the boys can attest to that. But you have made it clear since the beginning that you have no interest in being nice to me. I mean come on, basic kindness or cordialness is all I ask!” 

You finally laid it all on the table. Both of you are not backing down, daring to break the stare. Jeno’s hands gripped the glass table below him so hard his veins started protruding. 

Truthfully, Jeno’s hands were the thing that dubbed him as your pre-job bias. Something about a man with strong manicured hands adorned with plenty of metal rings… just hits. He had a bad boy mysterious swagger facade with the duality to switch to a puppy. Although, you yourself have never seen the puppy Jeno in real life, and it was pretty disheartening as an ex Jeno bias gal. 

Can’t believe you even fell for him in the first place…

“Your job is to wear the clothes I set out for you. Sit still while I do your makeup. My job description doesn’t entail putting up with your attitude. Hate me all you want, you don’t have to like me. But don’t sit there and pin this all on me when I have done nothing to you in the first place. So, whenever you are ready to stop your tantrum, you can join the rest of us outside.”

Jeno’s jaw was locked hard, shaking from being able to respond to your outburst. 

As you turned to walk out, you took one last look over your shoulder and called out, “And stop grinding your teeth!”

–

“Got everything you need?” Jaemin asked before you sat in the black SUV.

“Yes, I got an outfit for each day for Jeno. I packed an extra neck pillow so he can sleep upright on the plane for his posture-” you listed.

“No y/n,” he laughed, cutting you off, “I mean do you have everything for you?”

“Oh. Well I do have everything for going out, most of them being garments I’ve made myself, but I do plan on shopping while I'm in New York.”

“We’re all really proud of you, you know?” he smiled at you with great fondness, “but y/n, please go easy on Jeno… he can be a bit irrational when he doesn’t know how to navigate his feelings.”

“What feelings? Of hate?” you chuckle.

“He is going through a lot of emotions that he doesn’t really know what to do with. Just please try to understand that before matching his outbursts. I hope you two can sort things out soon.”

“Jaem, why is it on me to swallow my pride when he is an asshole?”

“Oh y/n, I do hope you find some clarity some time soon as well,” he smiles with a hint of suggestiveness, “maybe you two can just hate fuck? Is that what everyone calls it nowadays?”

Flushing a shade of red, you made it a point to refuse profusely. Rambling on about how he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. 

The idea of angry fucking Jeno is pretty tempting… You’re sure that all that pent up aggression and bite had to amount to something, and the theory of his strength being able to leave you stumbling for the next couple does seem to travel into your mind every now and then.

“Sure… as if we all don’t see how you drool all over my best friend.” Jaemin says breaking you out of your Jeno induced day dream.

“I do not! I can barely stand to look at him!”

“Then why are all your sketch books filled with drawings of Jeno?”

“I am his designer! I have sketches of all of you!”

“The whole book was filled. Plus you are not subtle whatsoever. You will stand there doing my makeup, and you’re too focused on him across the room.” he teased, “It’s okay, I know he was your bias before, or should I say still is…”

“Jaemin!” you yell while clapping a hand over his mouth and pulling him into the waiting car and slamming the door shut. In hindsight, maybe that wasn’t the best idea considering everyone within earshot definitely looked over at the sudden commotion.

“Sorry sorry!” he said in between the repetitive hits from your flying hands, “you left your laptop out one day in your office and Jisung and I needed to borrow a safety pin and… well we saw your Twitter account pulled up. Truthfully, I thought out of all of us Renjun would be your bias, maybe even me with how much we vibe. But it makes sense with how much sexual tension that floats around you two, it must drive you crazy in the pants that he is mean to you. Or are you just that into degradation?”

“You saw my fan account!?” you yelled while yanking him out of his seat and flinging him back into the leather seat, “You went through my private property as well? This whole time you knew?”

“Okay well, Jisung has a big mouth so he told the rest, but Chenle said he knew because he saw a photocard binder full of his face when he stopped by your apartment to pick up those new shoes you secured for him!”

“Is it just in all of your nature to ruin my confidence or?” you sighed covering your eyes in embarrassment. 

“Jeno doesn’t know, okay? We all swore not to tell him. Don’t worry about that, just know, that guy that you were so endlessly in love with as a fan is the real him. Trust me,” Jaemin fixed his hoodie in the small mirror before opening the door and leaving with some parting words reminding you to stay safe and have an open mind. 

One final squeeze was given, and as Jaemin planted a small caring kiss to your forehead. You were so immersed in the thought of how much of a good friend Jaemin was to Jeno for going through these lengths to clear his friend’s name that you don’t even notice Jeno’s irritated stare from the other car, head filled with anger and heart filled with jealousy.

–

“What would you like to drink?” the sweet flight stewardess asked you as she brought her trolley around.

It was about three hours into the flight on the way to America, and you were living it up in first class, not used to flying this nice. When the whole crew traveled for concerts, staff usually flew economy to not bring so much attention to popular group, and first class was saved for the members and their managerial staff. So to say the upgrade from frozen dinners in an aluminum box to full plated courses served on real plates and metal silverware was just a treat to say the least.

“I’ll have sparkling water please,” you kindly request as she nods and prepares your drink before setting it down on the table next to you.

Thanking her and returning to your book, you couldn’t help but look out your window and peer out into the clouds and wonder how you even found yourself this type of once of a lifetime opportunity. You couldn’t tame the anxiety and excitement you had brewing in your stomach; one wrong move and your career is over, one right moment in the right place and your life becomes filled with riches and glory. 

Your eyes scanned the plane and reached the opposite seat of you, Jeno shifting repeatedly unable to sit still. You can see his eyes moving every which way while closed, obviously unable to reach contempt. He huffed as he crossed his arms and tried to lean his head against the wall before shaking and returning to his original stiff spot.

Jaemin’s previous words rang in your ears and you couldn’t help but feel a fondness and worry for him. 

No matter what, Jeno will always hold that special place in your heart, despite him not being the man you thought. He got you through your hardest days with a simple notification of a picture of him sporting that soft eye smile. His music inspired you to push through projects you would have never done on your own. And as you sit there watching him struggle with him being physically uncomfortable, you feel a weird sense of obligation to pay him back for all the ways he helped you through your intangible uncomfortable struggles of your past.

Maybe it was about time you extended another metaphorical olive branch, and maybe you would be able to help unearth all those emotions he didn’t know how to deal with on his own.

Next thing you know you were whispering his name and putting a hand over his own lightly to get his attention.

“What the fuck?” he snapped, eyes widening as he pulled his hand back on impact, retracting it in a stance to throw his balled fist at his attacker.

“Oh sorry, I was trying to get your attention,” you shyly said.

“What do you want, I’m really trying to sleep right now. I already took three melatonins and my body is fighting it because I’m so damn nervous about this thing my brain won’t shut up.” he said while rubbing his temples in alleviation. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you, it wasn’t my intention,” you softly said with evident hints of genuineness.

“Just… yes? What do you need?”

“Well, I could tell you were having a hard time trying to sleep so I, uh, brought you an extra neck pillow just in case,” you rummaged in your personal bag before pulling it out, “it should also help with your posture which would be great for the runway walk.”

Jeno eyed you with a raised brow questionably, his brain clearly trying to understand where this sincerity was coming from, the last time you talked to him he got beat down by your words. 

There was a moment of silence between you two, a low hum from the airplane engine and the faint chipper voice of the stewardess now a couple rows down to be heard. You almost were about to take your offer away until Jeno beat you to it.

“Is that a mouse?” he asked while sitting up.

“Where?” your eyes darting to the floor with fear, “how did those fuckers even get on a plane? To what lengths did it have to go through to even make it this far? Oh my god is he the chef like in Ratatouille because lowkey I feel like I should compliment him because that steak was bomb diggity-”

Jeno smiles as you cutely ramble, still searching the floor for the supposed mouse, “I meant the neck pillow dummy. Is the neck pillow in the form of a mouse?”

“Oh. I knew that. duh.” you said finally looking back up at him, “no it’s actually a hippo. It's my favorite animal.” you fluffed up the pillow to lift it up in emphasis,

 “here take Jungkook, my boy will treat you well in the form of a well needed sleep during the flight. I also brought you an eye mask to shield your eyes from the light. I’m sure it's bright and I do need it on to complete this sketch, so it’s a compromise. And lastly, I brought you your favorite hoodie and sweats, I’ve seen you wear them when you have a busy schedule, and I know airport fashion is important as an idol, but as I see it, we will be in the air for about 14 hours, I say fuck being fashionable and uncomfortable, just get comfy to get though it.” you took out all the things you listed and sat them in his lap. 

As you spoke, Jeno’s surprise was even bigger. He didn’t know you paid this much attention to him, and he also didn’t think you cared that much. The guilt of his last conversation with you felt heavy on his chest, and it only got worse as you ushered him into the lavatory to go change.

Once he came back to his seat, he felt completely refreshed and at ease. He seemed to slide into his seat, and comfort ran through his body like butter.

“Oop much better right?” you asked, not taking your eyes off your drawing when he arrived. Jeno hummed in affirmation.

“And the piece de resistance,” you started and stood up in front of him, “Mr. Jungkook the hippo will keep your head from mulling around. Sleep well Jeno, I’ll wake you later.”

Jeno barely made out a sigh of thanks as you shook your head and returned back to your seat and lifted the paper to turn to the next page. Eager to sketch out Jeno’s adorable figure across from you.

–

“Lee Jeno of NCT!” you heard the paparazzi yell trying to get his attention while dozens of fans also crowded around. You were in the back of the SM line, shuffling along as the bodyguards pushed others away and created a human ring around your traveling crew. 

Jeno politely nodded and waved at those who awaited him before everyone piled into the car to your hotel. 

He looked refreshed. Still nervous, but his shoulders were relaxed and his eyes were rid of bags despite the jet lag. He sported a fresh model off duty look that you packed, black tight skinny jeans with a loose open button down with the sleeves rolled. A silver chain clanging against his open chest as his natural hair sat atop his head silky and smooth.

The skyscrapers and never ending city life filled the windows. Riding for about fifteen minutes, with your manager reading off the week’s itinerary. Today was pretty laxed, anticipating that almost everyone would be down with a case of jet lag. There wasn’t much to do but catch up on sleep and adjust.  Arriving at the gorgeous tall building, key cards were passed out and everyone headed up to the tenth floor to their respective rooms. 

Jeno’s eyes met yours as your manager emphasized the tenth  floor, shooting you two a knowing glance and wink while reminding everyone to make it upstairs without breaking anything. 

Room 1042. That’s the room key pad you scanned then pushing your way in and tossing your bags on the king sized bed and opening the curtains revealing the hustle and bustle of New York below. As you stand people watching, you hear a faint click from behind and the door closing with someone’s footsteps heading towards you. Nervously you grabbed a TV remote and hilted yourself awaiting to throw it at your intruder. Your hand faltered and lowered upon seeing Jeno stroll in with his carry on on his shoulder.

He too was surprised to see you.

“Why…are you in my room?” you asked, eyeing him as he put his bag down next to yours.

“No, why are you in my room?” he asked with the same tone.

“Lemme just ask manager nim,” Jeno says while pulling out his phone and putting it on speaker. After a few rings, he answers. When Jeno asks about the certain situation, his manager just laughs and chastises Jeno for apparently not listening during the debriefing. 

“I told you both this, you and y/n are to share a room this week so she can keep you on schedule. Plus that way she can easily dress you and get you ready,” he says cooly.

“Okay, then why is there one bed?” Jeno asks, eyeing the king sized mattress with crossed arms.

“No no, there should be two queens in there…” his manager trailed. The faint sound of some papers shuffling were heard in the background, “give me a second, I’m going to call downstairs and see if we can get that sorted out.”

Jeno huffed as he clicked his phone off, walking over to join you at the window. You both looked at the skyline in the continued silence. 

Jeno’s lips turned to a smile, “do you think that guy is going to drop his hot dog?” You followed his finger and noticed a man with several bags in his hand balancing a hot dog in his left hand, struggling to unwrap it.

You too smiled at the sight, especially when he indeed did drop it. Choosing to ignore his question you ask, “are you nervous?” 

“Very. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“You’ve done a lot of photo shoots before. You strut on stages, just mix them together.”

“You and I know it’s not the same…” he trails before answering his phone putting it on speaker for you both to listen.

“So bad news you two, they misunderstood me when my assistant made the reservations last week. They thought you two were together and gave you the honeymoon suite. Haha, imagine you two…” you and jeno shared a blush, avoiding eye contact, “anyways! They overbooked the hotel so you two will be stuck in that room but there shouldn’t be a problem since there is a pull out couch as well as the king.”

Jeno hangs up after a few more clarifications. 

“I call the bed!” you both say at the same time.

“Oh come on! The whole reason why we are here is because of me!” he says while moving his belongings on the edge of the bed.

“Wow… is chivalry dead?” you reply while laying down on the right side.

“Fine.” he sighs while laying on the other, “I guess we both will share it.”

“Mmkay,” you say while opening your phone, “but don’t be surprised if I kick you at night. I tend to have active dreams.”

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& that’s part one for now! hopefully i truly will have part two by the end of the week, there’s currently a hurricane in florida rn which cancelled all my classes so I will be more free to write as long as we don’t lose power...

if you are in hurricane ian’s projected path- please stay safe during these times!

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until next time,

eva <3

[sleeping-lilies]

robin era jason, dick, and babs headcanons because there’s too much comedic potential to ignore

- dick and babs were the ultimate gossip buddies. whenever dick was with the titans for long periods of time, babs always filled him in on everything

babs: dick you’ll never believe what hal said to bruce last night, i even have videos. dick, the look on his face please—

dick, immediately locking doors so his teammates don’t hear the mad shit about to be dropped on main: tell me everything

- vice versa too, dick filled babs in on everything going on with the titans and all they can say is thank god those lines are bat secured with no villains being able to listen in, imagine deathstroke hearing through bat gossip that joey’s dating who?!?! 😳

- batkids have been and always will be the holder of superhero gossip. it’s a business, you see, but we’re getting off topic 😡

- lmfao anyways this is literally how dick finds out about jason

babs: anyways, jason—

dick: who the fuck is jason

babs: ....

dick: barbara?!?!

babs: ok promise you won’t freak out

- babs and dick’s first reaction upon meeting jason being “why is he so small i wasnt that small” “dick you were literally nine when you were robin—“ “he’s tiny” it’s like those two share the same braincell

- i’m making it so that dick gave jason his number earlier because i feel like it 😡😡😡 (not that it changes much other than the fact that i want more gossip dropped in dm’s)

- when dick gave jason his number, he went to babs like “give me jason’s number” “didn’t you literally just give him your’s?” “ya but i’m gonna make sure he texts me” “ya ok that’s fair”

- whenever jason didn’t want to be in the manor (fight with bruce, boredom, etc) he went to wherever the fuck babs lived and they would facetime dick and talk mad shit. it was a thing.

- despite them all being able to drive, babs was the only one during this time with an actual, legitimate, legal license (jason was too young to have a license and dick is too lazy/busy/whatever-excuse-he-wants-to-use to take the permit and driving test) so babs drove them around everywhere and it was a mess™ consisting of a bunch of backseat drivers

- “dick omg look at this video i found from the batcave” “omg he said robin gives him magic” “robin gives him magic” they both cry about it for years to come

- babs sometimes kidnapped jason after school after telling the head of wayne manor (alfred) and took him to get ice cream, then to the library while she worked. jason was the greatest kid in the library, he even had his own throne special chair just for him whenever he came provided by library staff who adored this absolute angel.

- jason 🤝 babs 🤝 dick -> i believe in annoying yet endearing nicknames supremacy

- nicknames include (some used by some more than others or just one, or by both equally because they’re annoying pick and choose my good people)

little wing (iconic, we all know this one fellas and who uses it)

red (used for babs, absolutely fantastic, but in the future it gets confusing because some people with their goddamn hero names 😡)

boy wonder (classic, babs calls them both that)

barbie (for babs, jason uses this one and he’s the only one able to get away with it)

dickie (jason just really gets away with everything huh)

dickhead (jason’s lucky he’s cute)

baba black sheep (jeez i’m on a roll with babs’ nicknames she’s so nickname-able and that’s very cool and sexy of her)

jay z

jay allen

jay jay jay (shut up, dickhead—)

big bird

and a bunch more i’m too tired to look for them in canon or make new ones up, but you get the idea

- dick can totally bake, and babs and jason keep bugging him when he’s baking and add more chocolate chips while pretending to not notice that he can see them 😡😡😡

- headcanon that jason had hero worship for babs and dick because they’re so cool in and out of costume and it never really went away when he got older listen his older brother and pseudo sister are so cool and that’s not his fault but he’ll never admit it

- barbie movie marathons because barbie is an iconic legend and they all recognize it. they have the fucking “she’s the queen of the WA-A-A-AVES” song memorized along with all other barbie movie songs, they sing it on patrol.

- dick and jason’s sibling dynamic was and is basically “ur a little shit and i hate you but i will literally kill for you”

- dick had tension with bruce while jason was just a little shit who would totally cause drama for the sake of it, and people never take advantage of this absolute power duo for destroying bruce

- dick sending cryptid texts to jason through a burner phone because he’s dramatic jason totally knew it was him about things that drive bruce mad, like leaving the shower turned to the coldest setting before bruce got there, leaving the lights in the batcave on, etc. jason, a wise little child, totally took advantage of this. bruce came to accept his fate

- the gc names, guys the group chat names

- jason crashing into titans tower whenever he wants and dick doesn’t bat (hAH) an eye, occasionally he very sweetly asks babs to come with him and she agrees but only sometimes because some people have jobs, jason—wait dick is being flirted with by who?!?! i’ll leave it up to your imagination ;) and they totally crashed titans missions too

- one time bruce was busy with the league while alfred was on vacation and bruce absolutely could not dip (i’m imagining bruce getting a call from the headmaster during an honest to god fight and bruce just picking up while punching the daylights out of some asshole) (“mr wayne, what is that noise in the background?” “sorry, headmaster, the cat is having a seizure”), so when jason got into a “fight” (read: some jackass picking on jason before he snapped and yelled at him and the bitchass kid tried to punch him and jason’s no quitter) bruce called dick who was an adult and legally family (yes dick is adopted sometime after jason was, stay mad) like “son... son please” and dick was like “oh no need to plead with me, this is too good” but of course this bitchass doesn’t have an actual lisence yet and he was hanging out with babs anyways so he and babs rolled up to gotham academy and the kids stared at them like “holy shit they’re so cool” ya dick and babs are those power couple, whether romantic or not, that turn heads, they’re just that powerful strolled into the office, bailed jason out while intimidating the headmaster because the altercation was the result of school staff negligence of actual bullying like those cliche tropes, said “ayyy you got that brat good” and get him chili dogs or whatever the fandom made robin jason’s favorite food. omg i just made an entire fanfic in rough draft form someone please steal it and write it in full form and send me the link

- jason is very very tiny, you see. babs and dick pick him up and move him for any reason, whether because they want to sit on that chair or to just throw him out of harm’s way and take the bullet for themselves.

- jason and dick both get adorable blushes on their faces it’s genetic yes that’s how genetics work shut up meanwhile babs’ ears turn red when she’s embarrassed and all three of them clown each other for it

- i yelled about this to my mutual (cough cough @littlespaceboii) who also added to this absolute dogshit headcanon and then in the discord full of mutuals, but the basement of wayne manor is haunted. dick found it when he was a little gremlin (i stand by that dick was the original demon child) (“you see damian, before there was you there was me” the real reason he was good with damian lmfao) and was like “omg this is so cool” @littlespaceboii came up with that it was just alfred fucking with bruce and so when jason first came and dick was comfy around him he was like “so have you been in the basement” and jason was like “im literally robin i’ve been in the batcave?!?!” and dick goes “no the basement, the haunted one” and jason’s like “hAUNTED?!?!” cuz jason has at least some self preservations and knows not to fuck with the spookies until he too became a spooky and bruce was like “there’s no ghost it’s not haunted” because he’s a skeptic and a party pooper and babs is like “no go on let him finish” even though she knows full well there are no ghosts or does she? and uhhhh basically they becomes ghostbusters 2.0 but cooler and funnier

- this trio is basically baby pan/bisexual jason and two resident expert pan/bisexuals solidarity but that’s literally canon. they go to pride every year that jason’s alive what who said that?

- they all tease each other for their crushes like all siblings/family friends do, i don’t need to say it but it’s important that’s emphasized for my well being

- yelled about this in the discord to the mutuals who added onto this absolute train wreck too, but jason used to play baseball during his robin days, and dick never showed up to those games with being busy as an excuse, but babs always showed up with bruce and alfred and took pictures for dick so dick could be like “mlb players are jobless now that little wing is on the scene” babs (and sometimes bruce) always shouted loudest for jason whether he was in the field or in the dugout and jason would get this extremely adorable blush on his face (jason finds out in the future why dick never showed up (cough cough ptsd from two face’s massive baseball bat which led to everything that came after including being fired and veangance academy and nearly killing two face and omg that’s a ride) and is like oh my god my childhood is even more ruined—)

- remember when i said dick got adopted after jason did in this new absolutely fabulous canon i just created? bruce did that because “ahhh fuck that’s my kid and i want him to know i love him through every means possible since i have the ability to do so” i believe in good dad bruce supremacy and made a whole thing where he invited dick to dinner for like a week to work up the courage and bonding to ask him and show him the adoption papers and then everyone cried :) bruce decided to finally adopt dick after jason referred to dick as his brother and bruce was like “...oh” and alfred was like 👀

- dick, as the first child hero and one of the first heroes period like at least a year or two before babs, holds the “back in my day” card over literally everyone in the hero community in general and pulls it out to annoy babs and jason even tho babs literally joined the scene only a year or two after dick

jason, shaking in his panties: it’s so fucking cold

dick, standing strong in his tits out outfit, who had to wear the panties on his own decision: oh, you’re cold? back in my day—

babs, throwing her boot at his face: god shut the fuck up—

and then dick doesn’t give back her boot and it becomes a whole thing with lots of tackling and play fighting and someone nearly gets thrown off they rooftop for funsies but anyways

also on a side note, babs would take off her cape and wrap it around jason whenever she noticed his discomfort with the weather, or use the weather as an excuse whenever she saw him uneasy for whatever reason and they never mention it to each other

- yelled about this in the discord to the mutuals at some point too holy shit i have friends, but those three are team rocket. they went out as team rocket for halloween one year after bullying bruce to let jason out only jason because he can’t tell dick and babs what to do and jason is under his care and when they do convince him, dick and babs bully jason into being meowth. manifesting jason in a meowth onesie ARTISTS PLEASE—

- dick finally took his license seriously and took his driver’s test after babs became paralyzed.

- those were a rough few months for those three. and then another rough few months for those two

- yikes, sorry to throw angst at you (sorry (unfeeling)) anyways, in the future alfred finds those old photos and shows the rest of the fam, so dick and babs bully jason, 6’2 jason that towers way above both of them, and once again bullies him into being meowth “for tradition, little wing!” “shut up, dickhead” the rest of the batkids lose their shit over this, naturally. bruce and alfred stand in the back teary eyed reminiscing the old days when things were a little more simple.

- discowing walked so terrifying handsome squidward red hood helmet could run (even tho the ugly helmet tripped and fell and missed the mark because discowing wasn’t ugly and will always remain superior, i feel i have committed a terrible crime comparing the two)

dick: jason what the fuck is that

jason: it’s fashion

dick: it’s terrifying

jason: i’m only following in my older brother’s footsteps 😔

dick: listen here, you little shit strangles him haha just kidding that illegal wait theyre vigilantes they don’t follow the law—

- these three and cass refer to the rest of the batkids as “the kids” (if she’s older than jason, sometimes she is and sometimes she isn’t and i’m really confused but whatever)

- babs and dick’s relationship with jason pre death literally shaped how jason treats his siblings post pit madness like he literally goes “what would red and big bird do?!??” when he needs to go into big brother mode over the “little ones” (“little” because tim and steph are adults and duke is nearly an adult himself oh my god he’ll graduate from high school soon and jason never got to do that himself he’s totally going to the ceremony legally dead or not) 🥺

- holy trinity continue hanging out with each other, whether lunch or games or whatever, and just enjoy each other’s company after long, rough years

[hezuart]

That anaversary aizen looks absolutely fabulous, he looks like a figure skater xd.

I heard along time ago the last arc of the anime was being animated finally bc they pulled a 90s sailor moon were the last season was not either animated or dubbed untill decades later.

I recall near the end of the current 366 episodes there was an episode were the creapy demon ppl woke up in hell and we're all bitter, and there was the other guy who was like, iM cOmEiNg FoR u IChIgO, but then is never mentioned again after and I'm like,why? Why is lt there just plopted randomly into a different arc that seams unrelated.

And locking aizen up underground seems ok, but It deff won't hold, and he will. Escape, and he will kill, you either need that one spell from star, dubbed, the darkest spell of moon the undaunted, a powerfull dark spell that killed immortal beings, that came from best character, eclipsa, the queen of darkness.

We need that.

Or stick him I'm crystal like eclipsa was in star. Is there no one who could trap him in ice or crystal for all eternity.

How about throw him into the centre of a volcano trapped and caged , forverr being killed by heat?

I assume there's space travel, send I'm into a black whole, were a black whole don't fuckin care if your immortal or fat, you will die

:3

Yes, I love anniversary Aizen. His original octopus-butterfly hollow design was ugly so I'm glad he's back to being the fashion icon he is.

Locking Aizen up underground once is one thing, doing it twice after saying he got more powerful by just sitting there, and he escaped to battle the Quincy Soul King God... is another. I think he should have escaped at the end of the Quincy arc. That is the only feasibility.

I heard the anime is coming back for the Quincy arc as well, but because of COVID its probably going to be delayed. (I'm not gonna watch it until the Rain section of the arc then I'm dipping out. I'm only here for Zangetsu)

and funny that you mention that hell scene in the manga :)

-> spoilers for the new BLEACH 73 page anniversary chapter / thoughts/critique on it

So hey you had a premonition! Syazel .... returned? And his hole is outside of his body??? for some reason???

(I didn't understand the explanation or why / how that happens and what that means for the hollow)

And my friend and I were laughing because out of ALL the things. Kubo could do in this anniversary. He gave Syazel his dick back after going to hell. That is iconic. (that's where his hole was located, and now that its not on his body ... well...) This is the funniest thing Kubo has EVER pulled. Kudos to you, sir.

The entire internet is freaking out over Ukitake being in hell. Honestly Kubo has done far worse, and we've established that Soul Society is a corrupt system that hasn't changed, so I'm not surprised he would pull something like this.

At the same time, Kubo 1. cheated his audience. 2. continues to prove me right that he cannot bring himself to kill his characters

1. Hollows who have commit murder in their human life are sent to hell. Syazel and Aaorniero are two of these hollows, and yet, when they are killed, there is NO gates of hell scene. We see them there later in the hell chapter (which was more of a promotion for the fourth movie and I didn't believe it would hold any merit)

But the same goes for Ukitake. We never see the gates of hell take him. What, was hell late? Did hell's gates get lost like an uber before picking him up? It's bull. Withholding such vital information from your audience, not showing the gates of hell when they should pick up this soul IMMEDIATELY is ... I mean its a lie. Kubo lied to his audience.

2. Now we are told powerful shinigami are sent to hell when they die. First of all that sounds like a security threat. Wouldn't shinigami want revenge for that? Or attempt to escape? Why would they still hold loyalty after being sent to a prison of eternal suffering?

Also "Yhwach and Aizen" were the only ones keeping Hell's gates closed is way too convenient and doesn't really make any sense. I feel like Aizen should have deliberately gone to hell to retrieve powerful shinigami / hollows for his army instead of keeping it /closed/.

This is definitely a Kubo-doesn't-know-what-he's-doing-and-is -making- stuff-up-as-he-goes, but it might have a pinch of merit because of previous plot lines.... but either way, there's some big plot holes here, but again, its Kubo, so I expected nothing less.

Again, he can't kill off his characters. He introduced zombification, he introduced immortality through the hougyoku, he has Orihime and Hachigen's reversal / rejection abilities. He brought back Luppi, friggen.... a character who's entire upper half of his body was incinerated. Like.... come on. No. He's dead, you can't bring him back like that. That's a cop out and just weird. You're taking away consequences and grief.

(Also Yamamoto and Unohana deserve to be in hell far over Ukitake, they've done some fcked up stuff in their pasts unlike him)

Also Kubo's favorite character is Mayuri, which.... you're allowed to have a favorite problematic character. But Keeping said character alive and bared from the consequences of abusing his daughter, murdering innocents, and experimenting on your own squad members? Nah. Nope. Kill him, Kubo. Kill this dude.

(his weird attachment to Mayuri is probably why he keeps bringing Syazel back, since Syazel is Mayuri 2.0, but Syazel is the bad guy who does face consequences for his actions while Mayuri is not)

~

Also, I'm certain Kazui and Orihime are going to be THRILLED that their precious husband/dad is going to hell when he dies :)

(I just... Rukia teased Ichigo about leaving Orihime at home. She teased him about having a house wife who he leaves all the chores to. Orihime had two panels. She checks on her son who promised he would be at home and sleep. Kazui fcking breaks his promise like it never mattered to him and JUMPS out the window after pretending to sleep in front of his mother. ... An 8 year old... alone... in the middle of the night.)

Orihime is abandoned. She is not invited to SS, she is not informed of what is going on, her son leaves her.... I...

Orihime is a side character. She doesn't matter anymore. She hasn't mattered for a long, long time.

A part of me is glad she had little screen time, since she tends to waste it, but another part of me is embroiled with rage.

I've even see people try to defend this. "Orihime and Ichigo can't be together ALL the time, that's an unhealthy relationship!" and I'm like guys... that's not the point. The point is Orihime is not part of Ichigo's other life. Any shinigami stuff from now on is none of her business. She's going to stay at home while Kazui and Ichigo go off and save the world. Ichigo is going to be fighting by Rukia and Renji while Orihime watches from the sidelines, or worse, doesn't even know what is going on with her husband and son. Orihime is going to be uninformed and abandoned, because she has not proven she is capable of fighting by their sides(go on, @ me. I will fight this. She's a failure.), and also because she prefers a human life over a dead one. Which is ironic, because she married a dead man. Ichigo is a shinigami, and he will be one forever. god forbid she ever meets his Zanpaktou. She would tremble in fear at the monsters her husband harbors in his soul, especially when she realizes they don't care about her and would rather see her dead. (Zangetsu would absolutely kill Orihime. Not sure about Kazui, but Orihime has not accepted Zangetsu, she does not like either of them, and the feeling is assuredly mutual.) frick now I want to make a comic about this

Also still frustrated over Zangetsu's shikai / bankai regression. Kubo once again lied to his audience. Ichigo has no bankai. How ridiculous is that? The main character of BLEACH doesn't have a bankai. Insulting.

(RIP to Chad. He doesn't exist anymore. He's just gone. No mention, no cameo. Gone.)

Kazui is a demon child. That character from the novels? Hikone? They're the same character. Literally same personality, same power level. Its worse because Kazui is a liar. He constantly goes behind his parents' backs. He can summon creepy fish and creepy eyeballs and open portals like is ANYONE aware of this? How has SS not kidnapped Ichigo's son and experimented on him / locked away his powers yet? All substitute shinigami require a reiatsu controlling / spy badge to keep them in line. Where is Kazui's? Or is he just a weird fullbringer?

I was worried Kubo was gonna try and pull a knock off Boruto but luckily he kept the focus on Ichigo and the others. But that being said, Ichika and Kazui are now just... sort of there? Kazui was kinda just.... having his own adventure that doesn't matter to the plot at hand, and Ichika had some nice characterization at first but she just hid behind her dad the whole time.

I have a feeling Kazui is gonna step in at the last minute or do some major behind the scenes thing that indirectly interferes with the main plot so no one will realize how powerful and dangerous he actually is. Its sad because Ichika is the superior character in personality and likability, but she clearly is not going to have a bigger part in this.

Ichigo having a normal life after everything still feels extremely boring and uncomfortable to me. Everyone's like 'I'm still bLEACH!" but.... BLEACH just... doesn't feel like BLEACH anymore. It hasn't for a while now.

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There's two new shinigami characters. Didn't care for the girl, but the Sign Language kid who talks to animals is adorable ... however... he just reminds me of Chad, and I just... it hurts knowing Chad has essentially been deleted. Chad and Orihime are officially benched. They have chosen the human world, and Orihime has given Ichigo his spawn so she has no more use/purpose to him anymore... ////sigh

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Also. This is claimed to be a new "arc". So is the BLEACH manga coming back? What is happening. I thought Kubo was tired and didn't want to do BLEACH anymore. I thought Shounen Jump cut him off. People made so many excuses for Kubo and why the past two arcs have been so badly written the past 6 years and now almost everything they've attempted to defend him with has been revoked.

BLEACH is going to continue to screw up its plot lines and characters, so Its probably best for it to stay dead but I've seen a lot of Kubo stans drooling over this content, they're desperate for BLEACH's return, but its already given out all its possible revelations. There's really nothing else to top here. It's just going to make things up as it goes along ,and I'm not really here for half-assed writing like that, especially since the damage of rushing the previous manga has already been done. Kubo and Shounen Jump are riding off a money nostalgia. None of this was planned.

Honestly though.... overall feeling of this chapter, not as bad as it could have been.

Syazel stole the spotlight, and he's my friend's favorite character, so that's all that really matters.

[natvrefairy]

Hi, I saw ur request rules and wondered if I could ask for a merlin X reader (romantic) and it's like really fluffy? Thx 😊

A/N: Of course! I'm so happy my first request is for Merlin, because both him and the entire show are just so iconic. I really hope you like this. :)

Something Meaningful (Merlin x Reader)

Requested: Yes!

Reader Pronouns: They/them

Word Count: 1,529

C/W: Uther is dead. A little bit of self-doubt on Merlin's side. Occasional rant. A little bit of stream of consciousness. (Cause I'm experimenting with that technique.) Fluff!

Context: Morgana's alive and good. Mordred and the rest of the knights are also still alive, but they're not really mentioned. Arthur and Gwen are King and Queen. Arthur's allowed magic in Camelot, and they know about and accept Merlin! And LGBTQ+ is accepted! (Cause reader is they/them, and there's no angst here. ^^)

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When Uther died, Camelot was a bit of a mess. Not that it wasn't before; Uther's reign wasn't a particularly cheerful one. But although he wasn't the kindest person, people still loved him, and his death simply came as a shock to everyone.

Arthur took it the hardest. But honestly, that was to be expected. When most people lose their parent, they get time to grieve, but Arthur didn't have the luxury of time. Uther died, and Arthur was thrown into power.

The first few months were the worst. Not just for Arthur, but the whole castle. But with Guinevere and Merlin by his side, he got through it. And with Arthur as King, it no longer mattered what anyone thought of his relationship with Gwen, because she was now the Queen.

But with Guinevere becoming Queen, a small issue arose. The Lady Morgana no longer had a servant.

Morgana, being as lovely as she was, truly didn't care about the loss of her maidservant. She still had her friend, and enjoyed her independence. But her brother thought it necessary, so the job was given to (Y/N).

Gaius didn't appreciate losing his other helper, but he couldn't say no to the King, so that was that.

But then, Gwen also needed a servant. And once again, the job was given to (Y/N). Merlin most definitely did not approve of his best friend's drastic increase in work load.

"I always knew you were an ass, but I didn't realise you were stupid as well." Merlin told Arthur the following morning.

Arthur's new title as King didn't change Merlin's attitude towards him in the slightest.

"Merlin, you can't address me like that."

"I did before, why is it any different now? Your highness."

"I am the King."

"Doesn't change the fact that you're an ass."

(Y/N) managed to talk Merlin down, but that didn't mean he liked the idea of them having to rush around everywhere all the time. Although, at least it was only Gwen and Morgana, who were both perfectly capable of taking care of themselves.

If it was two Arthur's, that would be an entirely different story.

That was about two years ago now. Camelot has had law changes since; such as the lifted ban on magic, allowing people to freely practise their gift, and the new acceptance of anyone identifying as other than cisgender/heterosexual.

And finally, at long last, the land of Albion was united.

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Having both grown up in Ealdor, Merlin and (Y/N) were always close. (Y/N) would constantly seek out Merlin and William, the three of them soon becoming best friends. When Merlin set off to Camelot, (Y/N) tagged along to look out for him, Will staying behind with his father.

Unlike Merlin, (Y/N) didn't possess any magic. But although being completely normal, they always went out of their way to try understand what their friend was going through. They never understood Uther's hatred towards magic. Even without having any themself, they absolutely adored Merlin's gift. Witnessing him in action never failed to put (Y/N) in a state of awe.

But of course, Merlin is much more than his magic. That, (Y/N) always knew, even when he didn't believe it himself. They were always there for him, and he was always there for them. That was how it always was, and how it always will be.

Which is why it was so hard for either of them to pinpoint exactly when their feelings grew. They always cared deeply for each other, but at some point, both completely unaware, those feelings blossomed until they were both completely and utterly in love.

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The two friends were granted the evening off, and unbeknownst to (Y/N), Gwen and Morgana had something up their sleeve. Having long figured out the pair's mutual yet oblivious feelings, the women decided to take matters into their own hands.

This involved giving them the evening off, and directly telling Merlin to confess.

"I'm sure they feel the same way," Gwen encouraged, "I know it's hard, but try something meaningful. If you can't say how you feel out loud, do something special instead."

So here Merlin was, a nervous wreck as he lead (Y/N) outside of Camelot, to a small forest clearing. What if they didn't like it? What if they turned him down? Then it could lead to disaster and they won't want to be his friend anymore and everything they had built will go to waste.

"Merlin," (Y/N) grasps his hand, immediately gaining his attention, "whatever has you stressing out, it's okay. I'm here, and I always will be. We'll face it together."

Taking a deep breath, he had them close their eyes, before gently leading them in the right direction. Glancing around to make sure everything was in place, he tried his best to calm his nerves.

'You can do this,' he thought to himself, 'you can tell dragons what to do, and they listen. This should be easy.'

"Merlin?"

"Oh, right, sorry. You can open your eyes now."

Opening their eyes, (Y/N) gaped at the scene before them. A rug laid out on the grass, all their favourite snacks and fruit laid out in front of them. Glancing between the dinner and Merlin in a combination of joy and surprise, they struggled for words.

"You did all of this?"

"Well, I may have stolen some things from the kitchen, but... I hope you like it?"

(Y/N) laughed - one of Merlin's favourite sounds - and pulled him over to sit down.

"Thank you."

Just their smile was enough to calm Merlin's nerves, and everything melted away as they began to eat, telling stories and laughing. Everything between them seemed perfect.

That is, everything except for the unsaid feelings.

As they finished and the moon began to rise, they cleared up a bit before laying down to stargaze.

"Star-gazing was a good idea," (Y/N) said softly after a while, turning their head to face Merlin, "but I have to ask, what was this all for?"

"What? Aren't I allowed to just spend time with my best friend?" Merlin replied, a little too quickly.

"Of course, but that's not what I mean. You seemed really nervous earlier. I can tell when you want to say something, Merlin."

He turned his head away in embarrassment, so (Y/N) shifted their body to properly face him.

"Hey, look at me," they said, placing their hand on his cheek and tilting his head back towards them, "you know you can always tell me anything. We've been through so much together. Nothing will scare me away."

Merlin gazed into their eyes in silence for a moment, before speaking up, voice barely a whisper, "It's hard to say it out loud. Can I just show you?"

"Of course. Whatever's best for you."

Slowly, he moved one hand to rest on (Y/N)'s cheek, hesitating slightly as his gaze shifted between their captivating (E/C) eyes and plump lips. Finally, deciding it's either now or never, he leaned forward, tilting his head as he captured their lips in a tentative kiss. He felt them stiffen slightly, his heart racing as his mind flooded with unwanted thoughts. This was the end. They were going to shove him away and never speak to him again.

But then, the thing he expected least of all happened; they actually reciprocated the kiss.

Their hand moved to his hair, butterflies going wild in their stomach. They never expected him to feel the same way about them, and now they couldn't even think straight. The only thing they could concentrate on was the feeling of his lips on their own.

Eventually, the sweet moment came to an end, leaving each of them completely breathless, faces only inches apart. They gazed into each other's eyes, catching their breath while they both tried to process what just occurred.

Then, all at once Merlin freaked out and started a rant, desperately trying to explain himself. Apology after apology flooded out of his mouth, raving on and on about how much he loves them and how he probably ruined everything and should have just kept his feelings all to himself.

(Y/N) cut him off with a small kiss on his lips, leaving him staring at them in shock when they pulled away.

"I love you too, Merlin. I thought I was so obvious about it," she laughed softly, gently running her fingers through his hair. "I'm so lucky to have you in my life, and I'm glad you feel the same."

His shock vanished, and he gave that heartwarming smile of his as he wrapped his arms around them, pulling them close. "You have no idea how happy that makes me."

And so they stayed there like that, laying and enjoying each other's company in the comfort of their mutual feelings. They stayed there until they decided it was time to head back and face Gaius' concerned wrath on them staying out so late. But for once, it didn't bother them listening to his lecture, because their lives had just changed for the better.