#its the way I went 🥺 when you called me an influencer

[imhereonthekitchenfloor]

catherine you might just be an influencer because i'm this close to signing up for ice skating classes

!!!! WHY HAVENT YOU? It was low key terrifying to sign up. How do you casually join a sport after college when you know no one there? But I showed up and everyone else is also alone and nervous and so everyone talks and tries to help each other!! And it's weird because most activities are like "I do this for fun" or you improve and progress is pretty invisible. Figure Skating has concrete goals and it's so addicting to be like "I have to master this move" but there is always going to be more to learn!!! I love it so much!!!

And also if you are seriously considering it I would look up your local indoor rink and if they have an adult learn to skate program. I am very lucky to have a rink 15 minutes away because my friend who lives 90 minutes from me shares a local rink with me 😂 and a lot of rinks do a month at a time or 6 weeks at a time so it's not a huge commitment you have to stick with. (The big commitment is money but this is my Activity and I don't really pay for anything else.) Ahhhh I love skating and I think you would have fun too!!!

[fure-dcmk]

FINALLY WATCHED THE MOVIE first impression rambling >>>

[MILLION DOLLAR PENTAGRAM SPOILER WARNING]

HEIJI WAS SOOOOO COOL. HANDSOME. TERRIFIC. the first 20 minute is just me losing my mind from all the heiji details

>> heiji and kid bantering about fairy lips in the intro. kid going your fault for not noticing hmmp! <- huh? are you a tsundere heroine

>> HEIJI ORIGINAL DUFFLE BAG!!! CAMEO-ING IN 2024!!!

>> 4 new outfit from heiji that fits him so well... handsome guy

>> a fairy lip redraw. i died

how the hell did heiji brought his bike with him all the way in HOKKAIDO. you can almost way osaka to tokyo is only half of the travel to hokkaido how many day trip would it take to reach that far. also a jp tweet i read once brought to question how a high schooler was able to use the high way. did he brought kazuha with her in this extreme trip? with the excuse that he's going for a kendo tournament... when his bigger agenda is to confess. everything about the bike being there doesn't make sense but i give it a pass for being cool 😁👍

and the heikazu scene.,.. i came there fully expecting to not care at all but they actually made me invested. ran was SOOOO CUTE her excitement directly influenced me to also want to see heiji succeed. heiji asking if the legendary 100 million night view is better than big ben and ran agreeing just to placate him for the sake of her otp 😭

THE STUN GRENADE! the fact that kazuha immediate reaction is to protect heiji ears.... her self sacrificial nature a call back to mermaid island in the most subtle way 🥹🥹🥹 heiji shocked eyes was so cute. and heiji confession speech isnt cringe and is actually cute! shocker! (sorry trauma from heart anniversary lines its so awful im dnfuebdjfjf) devastated such an ideal confession scene was wasted. but its from kazuha trying to save heiji SO FORGIVEN

need to make sure ppl know im a momiji enjoyer. all her faults are forgiven purely cuz she is funny. let a rich girl be delulu !

also loove how they keep cannonizing her keen hearing from m21 THIS IS THE APPEAL OF KAZUHA THEY GET IT

touichi gifting a lost national treasure to his little brother yuusaku for winning the macademy award, as well as keeping in touch with him and gifting various trinkets.... meanwhile keeping his own son completely in the dark that he's alive this entire time...

conclusion 1: worst parent award goes to kuroba touichi 🥳🥳🥳

conclusion 2: ah he's definitely a brocon huh

kills me that everyone is dejected that the katana with the star shaped guard is a lost treasure. meanwhile its quitely sitting in kudo yuusaku's store room cuz his big brother gifted it to him LIKE SDJDJFF!? turning your justice leaning lil bro into an accomplices. the gag potential here is so made for me

shoutout to sonoko who took up haibara's usual information provider role. every scene with her was animated so cutely IM SHOCKED m27 doing excellent job at showing off her cuteness. there is a fun parallel to think about, sonoko was the first person heiji went to to get information on kudo's whereabout, and now heiji is also going to her for information ♥️ heiji-sonoko friendship crumb thank you for the food

this movie really play a lot with the crumbs from kendo school tournament arc. heiji-ran friendship makes me want to cry, ran efficiently karate chopping hijiri to make sure theres no distractions for heikazu 🥺😭 ive been convinced on okita's cuteness the past 3 month cuz if the okita fanart boom in my corner of jp twitter but watching it for myself... he really have it bad for heiji LMAO wdym "it's boring if hattori ain't here~" how much did you say this for kaitou kid to catch that its a good trait for an okita disguise. im glad this movie give a good balance of real okita and fake okita, m10 still makes me so sad for having ZERO real hakuba 🥲 kid's dosu e~ is so moeblob

ah i still got so many word vomit on this movie it seems to be never ending 😭😭

my final review of the movie is this is my no 1 fav conan movie of all time, 2nd place is bride of halloween. i still havent rank anything below that properly. im truly entertained by this movie it got so many characters i care about with a lot of bombastic scenes. as much as i want to say my ultimate fav is m7 and m21, both of them are kinda... slow with all the deduction talk. im here for eye candy after all 😔 mixing kid's energy is doing wonders for the tone of a heiji movie. heiji's presence is also doing wonders for KID as well cuz gosh!!! KID has never emit this much childlike moe blob energy. heiji and conan being the straight man to kid's prank is the dynamic really help to emphasize his whimsical energy

and the final theme i caught; parallelism where hijiri is willing to do anything to protect his father's legacy only for us to find that its all for naught.... now why does this sound familiar 🤔🤔🤔

rewatching the movie tomorrow so ill probably do another ramble on it

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hey Raven! 👋🏻 I just went through your #my art, and i wanted to tell you that i really really really like your artworks of Miss Raven and Co. You truly put a lot of effort into your artwork, and it shows! With each new drawing, you seem to be getting better! ✏️💕

As i mentioned earlier, i really liked your Miss Raven drawings! they're so cute! especially when you drew Miss Raven in alternative clothing. I also like how much detail you put in your designs for Miss Raven, like the ones for the Fairy Gala or Masquerade Ball are so beautiful 🥺 and still fit her character!

The one you did with her wearing different dorm uniforms from each dorm was such a cool idea! it was interesting to see how she may have appeared if Miss Raven was transferred to said dorms! call me biased, but i liked the octavinelle design the most 😂 but poor Miss Raven. If she had to work part-time in Mostro lounge, she'll have to avoid two predatory Eels 😭 One wants to tease her while the other either wants to squeeze her or dump all his work on her cuz he isn't feeling it today, then there's Azul who takes advantaged of the fact that Miss Raven is close to headmaster Crowley and makes profit 📈 Run Miss Raven Run!!!

Anyway, I think i'm going to steal her away and fight off a certain dangerous and manipulate Eel, a Skilful Hunter, a Lazy Lion, and a dude with the power of christ (idk is Rollo x Raven even a thing?!).

I always look forward to seeing a new artwork of yours truly~

[Referencing this tag!]

Wehhh 😭 I’m glad you find enjoyment in my silly little doodles! Art is definitely an area I’m less comfortable with, but I do like dabbling in it when the mood strikes.

There’s something therapeutic in designing a new look for your OC! You take the time to consider their individual style, the overall theme, and how you can marry the two to create a cute outfit~ I’m really happy with how Raven’s Fairy Gala Couture came out; it’s definitely one of my favorite looks for her. The Masquerade outfit was also fun for me to assemble, but it seems a lot less cohesive in hindsight (probably because I didn’t line + color it, so it’s harder to distinguish individual elements??).

The NRC dorm uniforms (+ the sequel with RSA and NBC uniforms) was another cool project! I think my favorites from those are the Heartslabyul look (just because I’m a sucker for the Alice in Wonderland aesthetic + Raven is twisted from the raven in its infamous riddle), the Diasomnia look (it gives “fairy tale princess turned knight” energy), and the Noble Bell look (because the extra fabric is nice and flowy). You can see how the environment and the personality of each school/dorm influences her, right? ^^ It’s also interesting to think about how differently Raven might have turned out if each of these places had more of an influence on her life.

Bruh 💀 I think she’d die if she worked at the Mostro Lounge, dealing with customers and shady coworkers and employer… though that’s not to say that any of the other dorms would necessarily be better! Miss Raven would have gripes with or rivals in each of them somehow. It’s the Night Raven College way, I guess??

One of these things is not like the other… Looking back on it, 3 out of 4 of those are basically predatory-prey dynamics there there’s a type developing and I don’t know if I like it/j 😂 I’d say Jade’s the “main” love interest, while Rook’s the “oh, he’s cute” one… L*ona kind of started as a crack ship but now I think it’s more of a one-sided thing?? Like, Miss Raven still sees L*ona as sort of a rival, whereas he’s grown a little fond of her but knows he can’t do much to sway her… It’s the eternally “second place” syndrome… 😔

Rollo has the most complex relationship with her (sure, call it a ship if you want 😂), built primarily on a strange savior complex. He did some heinous stuff and dislikes her because she’s very pro-magic—but I think there’s a part of him that feels like she’s a lost lamb that’s been led astray by Draconia and therefore he needs to “save” and “correct” her. Problem is, he’s bad at Emotions so his anger gets redirected at Miss Raven herself. Meanwhile, Miss Raven realizes the similarities between herself and Rollo, so she wants to be a friend to him. She sort of forces him to be her pen pal (thinking that writing down how he feels will help him cope with what happened). So weirdly enough, Raven wants to “save” Rollo and Rollo wants to “save” Raven (but both suck at communicating well).

Who knows, we’ll see how things play out from here Nd when the whim to draw strikes next 📝

[milkbreadtoast]

Ask and ye shall receive! I am here to ask you to tell us all about your OCs! What kind of world do they live in? What kind of story do you want to tell with them? Their personalities? Your favorite aspects of each of them? What do you associate with them, like, what thing, when you see it, makes you go "ohhhhh! This reminds me of them!" Please tell us!

OMG.... THANK U FOR ASKING AAAH 🥺🥺🥺 so im going to answer this for the 2 OCs i drew and posted most recently... these guys...

FIRST OF ALL want to start off w a disclaimer that I'm going to talk abt them as if it's like. a story or webtoon or webnovel that im going to make but in reality i think theres a slim chance of me making that a reality even tho i rly want to TT but its still fun to think abt/develop them...

This OC story has a main 4 (2 guys and 2 girls); there's a 💙girl, 💚guy (the 2 protagonists) and ❤️girl and 💜guy (on the opposing/"antagonist" side). This story is actually based off a dream I had back in 2018 LMAO but my subconscious just gave me the very basic concept/vibes (like a prompt basically) and i had to flesh it out from there... also only 3/4 showed up in the dream, the 💜guy I had to make from scratch and he went thru the most changes(+all r still being developed)

-what kind of world do they live in?

So in this universe there's a power system/a small percent of the population has powers... I've just been generically calling them "psychic powers/espers" like in mp100 (超能力/초능력, lit: superpowers) bc i dont have a name for them like "nen" or anything... I'm not going to go into detail of how it works yet but I think it does share some similarities w mp100 (like how some r born w it and others can awaken it thru stress)... Anyway, both 💚 and 💜 are very strong psychics(aka have strong power)... I think all 4 of the main charas have some powers, or at least 3/4 (💙 is also a very strong psychic.) Other than that I guess it takes place in modern day Korea..? Except... I may be Korean American but I know very little about actual Korea/have never lived there, so if I was ever to make this story a reality(again prob neverㅠ), I'd have to do a lot of research and/or have a Korean writing partner/consultant...

-their personalities (v basic intro)

💚guy... His name is Hyojun (lastname tbd) and he's the son of a rly rich family (3/4 mcs are from rich familys...def influenced by ouran smhdsj). Even tho he's from rich society, he doesn't really look or act like it (he's handsome, but has a rough/rowdy look), and really detests this environment and most of the people; finds them suffocating, obnoxious, scummy, Fake, etc. He has a rebellious personality, hates rules and values freedom... He's also really good at and enjoys fighting/sparring. He is a powerful psychic and is also physically strong (knows martial arts + how to fight). (yyh yusuke is def one of his influences heh..) The "hyo" in his name means filial piety/duty... basically a name given with the hope that he'd be an obedient and dutiful son...

His color motif is green💚 and his animal motif is snake🐍 (secondary motif: lizards in general). He's one of the 2 protagonists!! (The other is the 💙girl)

I like the idea of one of the protags having an atypical animal motif that's often associated with evil (or being slimy/conniving etc) like a snake... tried to incorporate this subtly into his design too (slit pupils + cute fang(s)... the fangs give him a cat/dogboy look but it's actually bc snake motif😙)

💜🦋: I kind of designed him to be a foil to hyojun and contrast him in many ways... He's one of the main "antagonists" of the story! (in that he's on the side opposing the "protagonists"... not that he's necessarily "evil"...) He's the heir to a very rich & powerful family, and Unlike the rough and rebellious Hyojun, he's refined, elegant, reserved, calm, polite and gentle. His design is made to look very soft in contrast to Hyojun's sharp edges (literally designed him to contrast hyojun in as many ways as possible lmao🫣). He's also a powerful psychic. He and his family are involved in some shady business behind the scenes... He usually seems kind and gentle, but he's hiding a lot of things behind his smile... He and Hyojun may be opposites in terms of personality, but they may have more similarities than they seem. 👀 I'm being vague but KDJSKDN basically know that he's the smiley faker type... like Clotted Cream Cookie... (clotted actually matched so many of the ideas i had for this OC which I think is 1 reason why I got so attached to him when he came out bdkbdn... his lore is diff but his personality/vibes r p similar + both have parental issues/trauma...)

His color motif is purple💜 (+yellow) and his motif is butterfly🦋!! (/moths? +insects in general) I really love this motif for him bc butterflies have an image of being docile, fragile, gentle and pretty... I love the trope of villains/antagonists with aesthetics/motifs that are soft/pretty/unassuming and atypical of villains... Just like w hyojun having a 🐍 motif as a protagonist... But I also love the butterfly motif because besides being pretty, as insects, there's a somewhat creepy/horror element to them too? I think the duality of butterflies suits the duality of his chara perfectly... And I tried to incorporate the motif into his design thru his spotted eyes... They're normally light on dark and look like sparkly eyeshines, but the colors invert when he's using his powers and become dark spots on light, inspired by spotted butterfly eyes (u can google "butterfly eyes"), creating an entirely different vibe + invoking slight trypophobia (but in the latest/final iteration of his design I simplified the spots to just 3 as to not go overboard)

(Btw I actually wanted all the psychic charas eyes to look diff when using their powers as a cool visual indicator... 💜's are prob the coolest atm but Hyojun💚's eyes also change/invert; they go from black w a light green slit pupil to green with a black slit pupil)

-what kind of story do u want to tell w them?

If I had to describe it, it'd be like a mix of a shounen/action genre piece (action scenes, fighting, facing an evil org, superpowers etc) and at the same time play heavily off of/include a lot of elements/tropes of the shoujo/romance genre??? This won't make sense without more context but... there'd be a lot of insp from/playing off of (and subverting) tropes from shoujo romance manga/webtoons... while at the same time blending it with the action genre... The goal is to draw heavily from both and take these tropes and mash and twist them up and create something new and really fun (and hopefully funny... I def want it to be a comedy kdhfj. But also I want it to include well rounded characters with deep and angsty backstories and relationships... def a lot of overcoming trauma...) Even the makeup of the main 4 mirrors the main character tropes of both the action/shounen and romance/shoujo genres... there's 4 main charas, mirroring the main 4 of some of my fav shounens (mainly YYH and HxH), but they're also evenly split in terms of gender, 2 guys and 2 girls, which mirrors the main cast formula of the romance genre (ex: female lead, male lead, sub male lead, sub female lead/rival)... It's definitely going to have a strong theme of friendship/found family/platonic bonds (as is typical of shounen genre) bc I eat that sht up... It wouldn't be classified as a "romance", but that doesn't mean it won't have romance... just not in the direction one might expect... Idk how much I should say but it'd be sooo hetbait dkbfdjd I love the idea so much... (hetbait but actually gay kshdjdh)

Anyway I want to make a story that'd have readers (like the webtoon commenters i see) confused about what genre it is lmaoo... like is this supposed to be action or romance... and also be like who am i supposed to ship... KFJSKJ (i have my own ships but it'd be fun to see who ppl would ship during the course of it... ppl liking diff ship dynamics... fantasizes abt it being a real thing even tho it prob wont happen lmao)

I need to draw updated art of 💙girl and ❤️girl..!! In the meantime here's some older art of 💙girl(2021-2022) that I apparently never posted... my pookie she is everything to me mfbdn Her name is Seol!

And here's some even older art (2018-2019)!! I've had these charas since 2018 (well... 💜 didnt exist back then... conceptualized in 2019) but I only drew/developed them once in a blue moon bc i usually just draw fanart of my hyperfixations🥹... sorry for neglecting u, ocs...

edit: I realized I forgot a very important piece of info... ages MCNDNB Hyojun and Seol are both 20 (at least for now? it could change) and 💜guy(NEED TO NAME HIM SOON FR) is like 1-2 yrs older. hmm... when i first made them they were my age but now theyre younger lmaoo. Maybe I'll age them up or not but they're all over 18 at least

[x-authorship-x]

My obsession is so bad that i couldn’t think of anything else other than shisui when i was studying so heres some scenarios involving shisui <3 (i’m blaming you 100% for this fixation)

so, here I am. expanding on my last ask abt a minor part of the my shiobi bros au while eating 2~ dollars pancakes. (also if you want PLEASE talk my mind off the naruto timeline you made, i'm interested 👀)

When they were both little– Obito called Shisui “Shishi” and sometimes when Obito wanted to be a little shit, “Sushi.” 

in retaliation, Shisui called Obito “Tobi” (Although, Obito didn’t seem to mind the nickname which infuriates Shisui.) These nicknames are a sign of trust in Shisui’s POV so Shisui never calls him ‘Tobi and usually calls him “Obito-nii” when near other people. 

(It’s a plot point later that Shisui reveals to Kakashi that he called Obito– “Tobi” as a sign of trust.

… Not that Kakashi knew it was a sign of trust or anything. Shisui said that one time when they were drinking together in a bar– and he never said it again after that.)

(Also Obito intentionally chose the name “Tobi” to be his pseudonym because of a) spite b) because lets be fr, its a childish nickname c) he’s a sentimental fucker and he really liked the nickname.)

After Obito ‘died’, whenever he would be called “Shishi” or “Sushi” – Shisui would visibly flinch but after quite some time, people started getting the memo and stopped calling him those two nicknames. 

And while Shisui is grateful for that, despite his flinches he liked being called those nicknames because it's the only impact, reminder, memory, or whatever that Obito well.. Obito was there– in his life.

Or we could totally run from the opposite direction and the Uchiha clan just never called Shisui those nicknames because omg ew Obito???? But I like my first option better lmao

- N

N-anon 😂 please actually study I can't be the bad influence in both of our lives lmao

Ahh, if you'd like a Timeline post, I'd rather it was via it's own ask so that it's got its own post and isn't clogging up this one~ so if anyone interested wants to send me an ask specifically about my Narutoverse Timeline, please feel free

ShiObi bro nicknames... My heart 🥺 Shishi can mean "líon", tho, so Shisui's like "little lion", can you imagine this loyal little fierce bby with crazy curls 😭😭😭 whilst Tobi can mean "to fly" 🥺 to Shisui, this is like his brother is dead and free... To Obito, his new name is that he's free in a different way 🥹

Also I'm dying of laughter at the end of that, you really painted this beautiful picture and then went "hahaha joking ✌️...unless? 👀"

[stonyponyofficial]

hi!!!! :3 here are "some songs" ive been "listening to" that "i" think "you" should too!

spotify || youtube

notes on each below ^w^

Big Dipper - Death Grips: this song has such a good bounce to it, it makes me move no matter what, i cant help it. especially the chorus cuz ill start singing along and, well, then theres no stopping me. ill wiggle in my seat or like put some bounce in my step. which is all fun when im listening to music at home, but at work, where i mostly listen to music, i cant i have to skip the song. plus i love u songs that end with a good few minutes of noise just because, i never skip u i swear ���

classic j dies and goes to hell - glass beach: im fiiiinally getting around to glass beach and why didn't ANYONE say it was good? don't think ive heard the opinion that the first glass beach album is good yet. i wanted to listen to more bc of the hazel "Twinkle Park" version of the self titled song which is also very good but i put this one on this list bc it builds energy and emotion soooo well. it starts so somber but builds and builds till we're screaming about supporting each other and making a home for yourself despite despite despite.

DOGTOOTH - Tyler, The Creator: he creates once more! i always forget i had a kinda big tyler thing in high school until he releases new music. out of all his recent releases post-Flower Boy, Call Me didnt connect with me as much, but this single from the Call Me If You Get Lost "estate sale" of stuff that didnt make the album surprisingly did! it feels a little flowerboy-ish in the production but has the call me vibes of like "i can afford all these cars, buy my neighbors house, and ill still take my private plane to Switzerland for the day just cuz i was craving some nice chocolate" very braggadocio, very tyler, very good :)

Dumbass!! - Machine Girl: this song both sounds like and has similar effects as brainworms. it fuckin. got in there and made me quantifiably more insane than i was before. said brainworms make me wanna scream the lyrics and scuffle my feet and just like run into traffic and dance around the cars bc this song makes me believe i could and id be fine. i hope to fucking god they play this at the mg/100 gecs show. this song is also one of the few times ive looked up the lyrics for a machine girl song, usually content to just let the beats jar my head, and as soon as i did i couldnt get them out :) like some sort of... thought... eating... something or other idk theres probably a word for it (<-the worms are finally getting to her)

Fantastic Cat - Takako Minekawa: this song is sooooo cute, there is so much synth and whimsy to be had! unfortunately i don't know much about the artist bc this was one of the first songs i found after using Radiooooo (which u should be basically required to use if u like music and finding new music) set to Japan in the 90s, but she's part of the 'shibuya-kei' genre/subculture that was popular during that time, which sounds like an interesting topic to dive into :3 the whimsy contained in this song is almost too much tho. the melody is so sweet, that wind instrument is so silly, and the moog breakdown in the middle too is. well, its all quite fantastic.

HI 5 - Frost Children: i took too long making this post that this entry went from originally a cheeky indirect plug for their upcoming album bc i just really liked this single to just,, oh the album came out... but either way i wanted to talk about the song bc 2 me its just more proof of how exciting of a voice in hyperpop the frost children are. the bass on it is as crazy and slick as the one on the cover. this whole song just explodes with eccentricity i think ull really like it :) also check out the epic music video! its ai generated for those who'd like to know beforehand, but they use it to like. rotoscope real footage its preddy neat!

Introduce me to your family - Otoboke Beaver: i made a little post recently about Otoboke Beaver's influence on six impala's WFLYTD, and after revisiting their album, Itekoma Hits, after making that post i got this one stuck in my head for a while. the hook hooks (the main reason i had it in my head for so long), the bass is groovy, the guitars are sharp, the rage is channeled, its all here! they keep all the energy going and growing the whole time until you cant help but scream along.

こんがらがった! (Kongaragatta!/Tangled up!)- Necry Talkie: started reading the bocchi manga recently (im just past where the show ends as of now :3) and they have art at the beginning of each chapter with the kessoku band members that references visuals from like irl japanese bands and music videos which i thought was really cool! of course i had to find a collection of all the referenced songs, and what do ya know... this cute little number was in there! (if ur wondering it's the art for chapter 18 that references this song's music video :3) its such a dinky beat at first (said so so lovingly) but it evolves into a precise, energetic little jam.

One Million Dollars - 100 gecs: this fucking sonnng.. not everyones fav off 10k i know but it is for me :3 it just rattles me in such a specific way. it originated and is the only way to sate the need in my brain to hear what it was like for nic cage in that "not the bees!!!!" scene. i love it sm, but im absolutely biased from my hearing this at a gec show and falling for it right then and there. the live version and the album version are a bit different and i think the changes they made for the album make it a fuller song i just. loved the feeling of hearing this live so much. i would just search up the epic live version at terminal 5 where Laura fucking SHREDS on the guitar at the end over and over while i was waiting for the album. again, makes me very excitied to see them and machine girl soon :3

o (__*) - Hakushi Hasegawa: i dont know much about this artist but goddamn the few songs i have heard from them have made such an impression. u know a song is good when its not even dnb but uses the "yeah.. woo!" sample to keep everything going. and yeah with how crazy fucking banana bonkers jazzy and technical the drums and piano get at times it needs that tiny bit of stability at least. this song feels like the epitome of controlled chaos in the absolute best way possible.

PARTY GIRL - Angel Electronics: after rook's latest solo album came out i decided to go back and visit this collab project of hers with ash nerve i had missed at first and.... weeeeeeh ;w; this song makes me wanna cry every time. rook can obviously write some bangers but i love her more tender songs too. so many parts come together to make it just the sweetest thing. the part that stuck with me the most was the chorus, like it's sooo cute id just sing it to myself on loop bc it leads into itself so well. i wanna just keep talking about how fucking cute this song is but like George Costanza voice the love story between the party girl and the weird shy girl got to me okay?

Prime - Marnie Stern: kinda the reason im making this list hehe :3 this song was on char 'igottawin' mp3's most recent WILT (what im listening to) poast (hi char :3) and it was What Im was Listening To... too... (both of us bc of this epic animation) so here it is on MY knockoff WILT post too mwahaha hahaha! haha but seriously guys this song is quite good. it does so much with all the variations on just that one verse and i get sucked into the lyrics and the guitars. and by the fourth time im chanting this same unending verse the song is surprisingly over and i just wanna listen to it again. this one deserves a 10 hr extended version frfr

Wait and Bleed - Slipknot & 青春コンプレックス(Seishun Complex) - Kessoku Band: whats this? a double entry? ahaha yes! 😈 i would've put these songs here separately bc ive been getting into both slipknot (thank u char :3) and the actual kessoku band album, both of which are quite good on their own. but i only combine their entries here bc of this epic mashup of these two songs by the aforementioned rook blackdresses which makes me unable to sing either without thinking of the other song. like the first three chords of the bocchi theme start playing and my brain wants to scream the GOODBYEEEEEE from Wait and Bleed. the slipknot chorus melds with the kessoku band guitars soooo well. to me they are pieces from different puzzles entirely but they still fit together <3

wants mom to know she looks cool and doesn't plan on changing - leroy: i finally listened to the dariacore and accompanying berdlycore serieseses and ive loved diving into this little subculture of silly hyperpop meme mashups that fuck immensely. takes the silly to earnest and very good pipeline to a new level. plus having been a fan of dltzk and jane's other stuff its the one thing i never really got into but there are. so many dariacore related things i need to listen to now. i feel like theres lore i have to catch up on but im excitied :3 this is one of my faves off dariacore 2: electaria corebaloo (not what its called)

This has been... Post! thanks for your time. if u read this far i love u so much please never forget that. 'til summer music-heads! *curtsies and shows myself off-stage*

[ravenadottir]

Who out of the S2 cast would be the most well-known, the most successful and who would be forgotten almost as soon as the show ended at the end?

oh i love this ask too much!!!

most well-known, which is not always a good thing

lottie. tantrums and lack of tact with people is what made her unforgettable. for better or for worse people remember her. i reckon they love to hate her. her arc was semi-completed and it's appealing to find someone to hate. lottie is that person. she'll always be remembered (and memed) for the girl code. (kind of like georgia was "i'm honest, babe!")

bobby. popular on the outside since he was everyone's best friend in the villa. even if he doesn't find love i think his dm's are FLOODING with ideas to change that. he's just really sweet and an underdog, the public can't resist that combo.

hope. her couple will maintain its status of "together the longest", even if it didn't work. i also like to think people won't forget her because her presence was so strong and she didn't care about what people said about her in the villa.

lucas. the guy's presence is e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. voted "most iconic intro". if he leaves on day 8 the public accuses producers of arranging that. the flirting, the vocabulary, the LOOKS, how protective he is of henrik 🥺 not to mention the way he threw it right back at gary when the subject was numbers. king behavior!

priya. people still can't believe she left and accuse the show of manipulating the numbers.

gary. mostly remembered by the nan talk, the resourcefulness and the double meaning jokes shot every single second of the day. some people love him, some hate him, but they know who he is.

chelsea. since she was mc's best friend no matter what route you went with she's remembered. will she become a meme? yes! "we all have that one friend that..." but still, people like her.

remembered because they turned into a meme

blake. pfff, i mean listen, i can actually see the public memeing the part where she says "but i just got here" and go crazy with it. it's a use-for-all kind of meme and i would love to see it!

jakub. everyone calls him by the wrong word he learned from the islanders or "sock guy". the sock moment has definitely become the only thing people remember about him.

rocco. ukulele, wonderwall, greasy hair, bro talk, frog something into a drink, you name it. the guy is a walking meme and he'll take advantage of that.

elisa. "i'M aN iNfLuEnCeR" will stay with the public for a long time.

forgotten even before the show ends:

hannah. uhm, i don't have much to say about this one. i know i would forget about her while the show was still going, probably a day or two after she came back.

ibrahim. is he there? yes! is he in people's minds? not until he picks jo and makes a huge mistake. the public often forgets he's there.

marisol. after roccogate, and how she got with graham, that's about it. she fades into the background because she didn't exactly have the strongest presence if it wasn't for the drama. often times i can see people not liking her for her comments about everything.

noah. um... i say that as a stan, if you're not on his route does he exist? "who's noah again?" "hope's bloke."

graham. again, am i wrong? i surely forgot about him from time to time. do i like his looks? yes, but it wasn't enough for me to remember him.

elijah, arjun, carl, kassam (out of their routes). the public could've been confused on the choice of the boys, as we all were.

felix. his butterfly swimming will forever be used as a meme for "hey, it's your crush, act natural" or "i'm felix but life is the water", and that's about it!

forgotten when the show ends

carl. even when he wins, let's be real here, the guy didn't have much of a chance to stand out.

kassam. same as carl, there wasn't enough time or opportunity to flesh out his personality during his journey.

jo. clownery and tom foolery, there's no way people like her, let alone remember fondly. in this case, not remember at all.

henrik. besides switching to blake there's actually nothing that reminds people of him. he's the type that as long as he's on screen people find him adorable, but when he's gone there's nothing people associate him to.

shannon. insanely hot but just as forgettable since the only thing that stood out with her was the fact that she would rather accuse the girl instead of talking it out with the guy. i love her but that wasn't her finest moment.

[johnnycranes]

More Than Meets The Eye

Summary: Mingling with New York’s wealthiest in one of the biggest annual events of the city, going as Norman Osborn’s wife, yep, what could possibly happen?

Norman Osborn x Original Female Character

Word Count: 7.2k

Rating: E

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Female Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex

Read on AO3

i still can't believe i really went through with this fsahklfa I've been in a Willem Dafoe mood and been working on a long fic for him as Norman Osborn and an OC for a while now. Thank you so much to @scungilliwoman for enabling me and encouraging me in writing this and this ship!!! I appreciate you so much, thank you for listening to me go on about them 😭🥺💞

Kennedy would never admit it, but she loved the chance to dress up all fancy and try five-course meals. She only ever tried two-course meals. A.K.A appetizers followed by steak at buffets.

That counted as two-course, right?

“You went over the list I sent you?” Norman asked, fidgeting in the car seat beside her.

Making sure her inky black hair was secure in its high ponytail, she rolled her eyes before smiling reassuringly at him.

She raised one finger. “The Kents are old money, picking between Oscorp and Stark Industries to invest in.” She raised another finger. “The Greenes recently gave fund handling to their eldest son, who is looking for the next big viral sensation.”

Kennedy dropped her hand, smiling smugly this time. “And those are just the top two families we need to charm. So yes, I went over the list.”

“And?” Norman asked, looking all but impressed.

She worked hard to memorize all the names, too.

Kennedy frowned. “And what?”

It was Norman’s turn to roll his eyes. “The media, Kenny. Jamison and his wife will be there too. He’s a tricky one and I need you to be careful. One wrong word and my face’ll be plastered all over the newsstands tomorrow.”

She didn’t forget the Daily Bugle owner, no. Just that he did rather scare her and she hoped she wouldn’t have to say anything more to him than “Hi, hello, how’s the food?”

She was aware of how far that man could go to get the next big headline, and was afraid to give him even the smallest hint that her being married to the most powerful man in New York was an act.

“I’m sure Ms. Concepcion will be fine, sir.” Charles, Norman’s driver, called out from in front of the Rolls-Royce.

Kennedy smiled,leaning and hoping Charles could see her from the rear view mirror. “Thank you, Charles!”

She saw the driver wink at her from the rearview mirror. Kennedy then looked at Norman smugly.

The Oscorp founder simply sighed. “Well, it’s gonna be a helluva party either way.”

When Norman finally calmed his nerves, he spoke up hesitantly. “How’s Dia?” he asked so softly that Kennedy would’ve missed it if the radio was any louder.

She smiled. “She’s fine. My mother and sister are watching her tonight.” Then she laughed, thinking of how her little girl pouted before Kennedy went downstairs to meet Norman by the car.

“She wanted to go, you know.” Kennedy said, remembering Dia dancing around the living room. “Said she wanted to dress up like a princess too.”

Norman chuckled and Kennedy felt her face warm up. He always did have such an attractive gravelly voice, for a smug know-it-all.

“What did you end up telling her?” he asked, less tense and fidgety now.

Kennedy shrugged as she sank down into the leather seat. “Oh you know, that it’s gonna be a boring adult party with boring music and lots of boring talk about science.”

“Science isn’t boring.”

She almost laughed at how whiny he actually sounded. But he just got out of a bad mood so she refrained from doing so. “That’s what Dia said too. Harry’s been a good influence on her, he might not be as great as you in science but he’s been helping Dia a lot.”

“I would’ve asked him to babysit her but-”

Kennedy waved her hands. “What no, it’s fine! It’s Friday night, Norman. Sacred for high schoolers. Let Harry hang out with his friends.”

“You mean playing video games and eating junk food with his friend Peter?”

“Exactly, sacred.”

Norman opened his mouth to say something but they noticed the car came to a stop, and Kennedy saw the entrance to the hotel through the window.

She felt Norman hold her hand, squeezing reassuringly. “You ready, my sweet wife?”

Kennedy winked at him. “Lead the way, dear husband.”

He surprised her when he then took her hand and kissed it, she caught the gleam from her ‘wedding ring’ and ‘engagement ring’.

“You got this.” He whispered, before the door on her side swung open, the hotel staff greeting her.

She released a shaky breath before stepping out for another night as Mrs. Osborn.

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It still amazed her whenever she entered the world of New York’s extremely wealthy.

It partly made her feel sick knowing what was just outside their little bubble while they ate and drank without care, and the other part of her couldn’t help but enjoy the lavish lifestyle herself.

She had her arm hooked onto Norman’s as they walked around the huge ballroom, mingling and schmoozing with the guests. Most of them were old men and women, clearly enjoying retirement life and looking to spend their riches, while the others were around Norman’s age, CEOs and Presidents of their own companies too, she was sure.

The more people Norman introduced her to, the more confident she started to feel. It wasn’t the first fancy rich people party Norman brought her to, it just so happened to be, in his words, one of the biggest and most important events of the year, please don’t ruin this for me.

Please, like she was the only one who had to keep the act up.

“Ah Norman, finally someone worth holding a conversation with in this dull party.” a voice called out.

“Wilson, be nice.” another said.

Kennedy paused as she and Norman came across another couple in front of them.

Wilson? Bald? That couldn’t be-

“Wilson and Vanessa Fisk, I wasn’t sure you two were going to grace us with your presence tonight.” Norman said, confirming Kennedy’s suspicions.

She let go of Norman so he could shake hands with his fellow corporate mogul.

Wilson smiled, which looked a bit shark-like to Kennedy. “We found time.” he said. “And, I’ve been as curious as the whole of Manhattan about your sudden… elopement. Who is this gorgeous woman you probably don’t deserve, eh?”

Norman put his arm around Kennedy’s waist, holding her close. “Wilson, Vanessa, this is my wife Kennedy. Kennedy, Wilson and Vanessa Fisk.”

Kennedy made sure to smile brightly, extending her hand to greet the Fisks. “It’s my honor to meet one of New York’s most powerful couples.”

Luckily the Fisks took her offered hand, instead of staring her down like she thought would happen. She’d been watching too many dramas on television again, it seemed like.

Vanessa raised an eyebrow before sipping on her champagne. “Kennedy? That’s an odd name, dear.” There didn’t seem to be malice in her comment, just… curiosity, which Kennedy was thankful for.

“My parents.” Kennedy explained. “My mother wanted Kendra, my father wanted Andy. And ta-da, compromise.”

“Well, it makes for an interesting conversation starter after introducing yourself.” Wilson noted.

And in the back of her mind, Kennedy was freaking out knowing that she was holding a casual discussion about her name of all things, with New York’s second wealthiest - Yes, Norman made it clear that he was the first - man and his wife.

“What is it that you do, Kennedy?” Vanessa asked.

And there it was.

It wasn’t that Kennedy was ashamed of her work, no, quite the opposite. She loved it, she was proud of it. But it might not be what people like oil tycoons, tech giants and big property owners would expect to hear from the ‘wife’ of Norman Osborn.

From the start of their little arrangement, Kennedy made it clear that she’d be ok pretending to be his wife and Dia even thought it fun to play his stepdaughter, but everything else about her, she wouldn’t lie about it.

She felt Norman hold her a bit tighter, not to hurt her, but more to reassure her, like he was encouraging her to speak her mind.

And so, in front of the Fisks, she did.

“I’m a teacher at a daycare.” Kennedy said, smiling proudly.

And in her peripheral vision, she saw Norman smile as well.

To the credit of the Fisks, only Wilson seemed to blink a few times like someone just told him people actually took other modes of transportation aside from private jets and sports cars.

Vanessa on the other hand grinned, even seemed in awe.

“Oh I love children! It must be a treat to be with the little ones almost every day!” she gushed.

Kennedy let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “It is. They’re all so bright and talented. And of course I know you’re an Art Curator, Ms. Fisk?”

Vanessa waved her hand. “Oh please, dear, call me Vanessa. The only ones who call me Ms. Fisk are the bodyguards my husband insists I bring along.”

Wilson’s ‘it’s for your own protection!’ got drowned out by Vanessa continuing, “And yes, I am. Not as glamorous as it seems. A lot of times I see men trying to impress their dates into thinking they know what they’re talking about. And speaking of,”

The brunette turned to her husband. “That’s also how I met Wilson here. He was in my gallery almost every week.”

And Kennedy didn’t even think it was possible for the Wilson Fisk to look so… warm? Vulnerable? as he looked at his wife.

“Almost every day. But hey, I finally got the guts to ask you out on a date, didn't I?”

“And here we are now.” Vanessa said.

Kennedy could see the love between the two, and was happy for them. She glanced at Norman, her own heart sinking.

She couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment she started to fall for Norman, when she no longer needed to pretend to want to hold him close, to kiss him, to laugh at his jokes.

She blushed remembering how flustered she was earlier that night, putting on her low-cut red gown and wondering if Norman would appreciate it.

She genuinely liked him and she wanted to be with him, for real, not for show.

She just wasn’t sure if the man felt the same.

Suddenly Vanessa shook her head, like she snapped out of whatever trance she was in with her husband.

She smiled at Kennedy. “And how did you two meet?”

Kennedy’s smile dropped.

Oh shit, they never actually established how. Surprisingly, no one ever asked yet, all too caught up with the fact that Norman was married, and not with how he met her. Either that or the two never stuck around long enough to answer the latter question.

“Oh I can assure you it’s nothing compared to the start of your love story.” Norman said smoothly.

Vanessa scoffed. “Love stories are not to be compared, Norman. Each one is special.”

Ok, Kennedy loved this woman more and more.

But as much as she agreed with Vanessa’s sentiment, she didn’t have said love story prepared.

Norman chuckled beside her. She wasn’t sure if he was nervous, stressed, or both. “Well, would you like to tell the story, dear or should I?” he asked, looking at her.

Kennedy opened her mouth and stumbled on her words. “I, uhm, you always tell it better.” is all she managed to say.

And Norman’s eyes widened for just a bit before he went back to smiling at the Fisks. Good, if they were going to get into trouble for their lie coming out, at least it’d be Norman’s fault and not hers.

“Well,” Norman started. “We met at a party similar to this one. Her father was to receive an award from my company.”

Kennedy stopped herself from reacting. That wasn’t actually a lie, that was in fact how they met. Her father of course invited the entire family to the event and she was so excited.

But where was Norman going with this?

“I was up on stage giving my speech when I saw her in the crowd, wearing a beautiful pink gown, looking like a glowing goddess in a sea full of black suits and dresses.”

Kennedy’s heart jumped.

He remembered what she wore?

“Finally we were introduced to one another and I swear to God my palms were sweating like I was back presenting my thesis in university!”

Kennedy laughed at that. “Yeah ok, they were kinda sweaty.” She even needed to wipe her hand on her dress after, but she wouldn’t say that in front of the Fisks.

“And?” Vanessa interrupted. “How did you finally ask her out?”

Then Norman looked at Kennedy with such… she didn’t even want to say the words soft and Norman together but there you go. “Her little girl Lydia decided to go running around the hotel. And, call it fate, call it a sign from the universe or whatever else, but Dia ended up bumping into me and I helped her find her mother.”

Norman leaned in close to Kennedy, turning his head to face her. “I’ll never forget that first smile you gave me when I brought Dia back. I just knew I wanted to keep seeing it.”

She remembered too, how relieved she felt the instant she saw Dia running towards her, laughing and talking about how the place was as huge as a castle, with Norman trailing behind her.

In the back of her mind, she knew a place surrounded by Oscorp security and military personnel could somehow be considered safe for a child to roam around unsupervised, but with all the creeps in New York, she didn’t want to take any chances, or what if Dia lost her footing and fell somewhere.

She thanked Norman profusely for taking care of her daughter, and she blushed hearing his gravelly voice so close.

And in the present, Norman talking about her smiling at him, it made her blush even more, knowing that night had more of an impact on him than she thought.

Kennedy smiled softly, “And how was I supposed to refuse a date with the man who brought my daughter back?”

Of course what really happened was someone from the Daily Bugle saw all three of them together, assumed the Oscorp CEO had found a new woman in his life, along with a new child, and well…

Here they were now.

“I’m sure ninety percent of you saying yes was because of my charm.” Norman said smugly, smirking.

Kennedy shook her head in a so-so motion. “Eh, fifty-fifty.”

Her ‘husband’ laughed and Kennedy found herself doing the same, a chill running down her spine from having him so close, his breath ghosting her face and his arm around her.

Her dark brown eyes were drawn to his lips and it must’ve been the champagne making her imagine that Norman’s own blue eyes did the same to her-

“That’s so romantic!” Vanessa’s voice shook them out of… whatever that was. Norman pulled away but kept his arm around her, and Kennedy was grateful for it, afraid she might’ve stumbled too far back without it.

“We’re both lucky men, Osborn.” Wilson added. We-”

“Attention, ladies and gentlemen.” A voice suddenly boomed, echoing throughout the huge room. They turned to the stage and saw a young man in a suit, smiling wide. “If you will please find your seats, the first course of dinner will be served shortly. Thank you and enjoy the evening.”

Wilson finished his glass of champagne. “We’ll go ahead and see if our tablemates are as interesting as you two are…. But I doubt it.” He nodded at Kennedy. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Ms. Kennedy.”

Vanessa took it a step further by bringing Kennedy in for a hug, making sure not to hit the younger woman with her glass. “You’re a delightful girl, dear. You two seem very happy.” she said as she pulled away.

Kennedy simply smiled, in shock from receiving a hug from Vanessa Wilk herself. “It was nice meeting you two as well.”

Vanessa looked from her to Norman. “If anything happens to this girl, I’m holding you entirely responsible, Norman.” her tone was playful but Kennedy could tell there was a threat underneath.

“Enjoy the rest of the night, Vanessa. Make sure your husband doesn’t get into any trouble.” Norman said, to which Wilson just mockingly scoffed at before he and his wife finally took their leave.

As soon as they were gone, Kennedy thought back to how Norman told the story of how they met. How… enamored he seemed to be with her that day.

That is… if what he said was even true, or if he was just putting on a show. She didn’t want to assume anything, only for him to laugh at her for even thinking he could ever actually fall for her.

“You ok?” Norman’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She realized they were already standing so close to one another.

But suddenly she couldn’t get close enough.

Maybe it was the champagne, maybe it was seeing the Fisks so happy together, but steeling her nerves, she said, “That story earlier, about how we met. It sounded a lot like you like me.”

She felt Norman’s grip on her tighten for just a bit. He looked at her with a serious expression, yet he also looked… conflicted.

She held her breath, waiting for him to say something, the entire ballroom was filled with sounds of laughter and music, but to Kennedy, it all seemed so silent.

Then his expression changed, and the smirk she’d come to see so many times was back on his face.

He finally spoke, “I’m just a good actor.”

And she was sure at that moment, she could physically feel what a heartbreak was like.

She wanted to disappear. She wanted to say she was sick, go home early, anything to just get away.

She knew, obviously, that there was a chance Norman wouldn’t like her back, but she didn’t think it would hurt this fucking much.

She balled her hands into fists, forcing herself to calm down. A voice told her she should at least try to get through the rest of the night.

Partly because she didn’t want to go home and have her daughter see her crying her eyes out.

So she made the decision to pretend that she didn’t just get her heart broken and she wasn’t completely numb.

Hey if Norman could act, then so could she, right?

Her brain was on auto-pilot as she and Norman found their table, seated beside other Oscorp executives. She at least remembered to smile and greet them when it was appropriate.

The rest of the dinner went fairly well. Kennedy mostly talked to the other people at the table, if she wasn’t listening to the host make jokes, or paying attention - or at least look like she was - when someone gave a speech.

Of course Norman spoke to her as well, asking her if the food was good, if she was feeling cold and even offered his jacket to her when she felt chilly.

It was actually very sweet of him and she would’ve said so out loud if she weren’t still so hurt by his comment earlier.

Thankfully all the meals were so delicious that they were enough to keep her distracted and in a good enough mood as the evening went by.

Until the host invited everyone to hit the dance floor as the band slowed their music down.

Really? Dancing? Wasn’t it supposed to be bedtime for most of the guests already?

Most of their tablemates stood up, smiling and heading to the dance floor. Kennedy found herself staring at the bottom of her empty champagne glass. Perhaps it was time for a refill.

She could walk to the bar and-

“Kenny.” Norman’s voice, for the umpteenth time that night, startled her.

“Hm?” she said lamely, but at least she was able to look at him instead of turning away.

He placed a hand on top of hers gently, and she was pretty sure his hand was clammy. “Would you care to dance?”

Kennedy glanced at the dance floor, where couples, even Wilson and Vanessa, were all dancing slowly to a cover of a song she can vaguely remember. It sounded so romantic.

She looked back at Norman, and she knew what he looked like when he was nervous and that was it, but there was something so… vulnerable as well.

If this was him still acting then give the man an Academy Award already.

Kennedy of course still didn’t want to embarrass him in front of his peers, and wanted to make sure they left a good impression.

So she nodded and said, “Sure.”

Norman seemed to release a breath in relief and his mouth twitched into a half smile before he stood up, offering his hand to Kennedy as she stood up as well, following his lead walking towards the dance floor.

As more heads turned to see the two of them find their spot, she was grateful Norman at least didn’t bring them all the way to the middle of the crowd.

She heard him take a deep breath before slowly raising their still intertwined hands, while his other one went to hold her by the waist. Kennedy gently placed her other hand on his shoulder.

And so they began to dance.

Kennedy could tell this wasn’t Norman’s first time dancing, from the way they glided across the dancefloor with ease, his gaze never leaving hers.

His blue eyes were piercing and she couldn’t look away.

“What happened?” Norman whispered suddenly as they swayed together.

“Hm?” Kennedy asked, blinking up at him.

“That. You’ve been distant since we started dinner.”

And that was when Kennedy turned her head away, not sure she even wanted to tell him that he was the reason for her sudden mood change. She shrugged. “I don’t know, too much food, too much champagne?”

Norman let go of the hand holding hers and moved it to touch her cheek, making her face him. Kennedy’s breath hitched.

Then she saw him actually smirk. “I said something stupid, didn’t I?”

That almost made her laugh. He was self-aware, she had to give him that. Somehow he could always tell when something was off about her.

That or she should really work on her poker face.

She smiled coyly. “Maybe.”

“Ok, what was it?

Suddenly Kennedy’s smile dropped and she wanted to curl into a ball and roll all the way back to her apartment.

She just had to tease him.

One of her hands now free, she waved it in a ‘doesn’t matter’ movement. “It’s nothing now, the food more than made up for it.”

“If that were true, I would’ve seen you smile a bit more. A real smile.”

She stayed quiet.

“Kenny,” he tried again, his voice low. “Please, tell me what’s wrong.”

And she didn’t know if it was the champagne, the gorgeous music playing in the background, his dazzling blue eyes, his hand still on her cheek, or all of those combined, but she bit her lip, let out a deep breath and spoke.

“Was it really just acting?” she asked softly.

Her heart started beating quickly as she waited for his reaction, she was sure her knees were shaking and she might’ve stumbled if she wasn’t holding on to him.

Thankfully she didn’t have to repeat herself, as Norman’s eyes widened and he seemed to register what she was referring to.

“...did you want it to be?” he asked.

No.

“I don’t know.” she said instead.

By that point they weren’t even swaying to the music anymore, just standing on the dance floor surrounded by other couples, completely focused on themselves.

Norman caressed her cheek gently before leaning in closer, gaze staying on Kennedy. “I’m a great scientist, and a terrible actor.”

Kennedy’s eyes widened.

Did he mean-

“Ah. Norman.” Another voice chimed in before Kennedy could say anything. They both turned to see the elderly couple, Nicholas and Ellaine Kent.

Kennedy met them earlier that night already. They reminded her of really sweet and nice grandparents that gifted you cookies when you visited them.

If those grandparents also wanted to invest in projects that more or less involved potential weapons of mass destruction.

But gifting cookies, still yes.

“I’m glad I ran into you, actually.” Nicholas said, and Kennedy noticed how people started moving away from them, the Kents were one of the most prestigious people in the whole party after all. And no one wanted to say the wrong thing or get in their way.

“Mr. Kent!” Norman said in a rather shaky voice, Kennedy almost laughed. Good to know she wasn’t the only one a bit rattled from their interrupted conversation earlier. “How may we help you?”

Nicholas waved him off. “My wife and I were just about to leave, and I wanted to tell you something before I forget it. You know how my memory is nowadays.”

Nicholas chuckled and Kennedy grinned seeing Norman trying so hard to make sure his smile wasn’t forced and his eyes didn’t scream ‘get on with it.’

If the Kents noticed it, they didn’t say anything.

Nicholas continued, “It was so nice catching up with you and to finally meet your wonderful wife.” He flashed a warm smile towards Kennedy, which she returned, before he faced Norman once more.

“I was reminded of the etiquette and culture of the people of Oscorp, much more refined than that Stark boy.”

Norman paused, blinking in surprise, nervousness and impatience gone. “Mr. Kent?”

The older gentleman smirked before it turned into that all-knowing grandfatherly-like smile. “You have our support. My people will be reaching out to you in the morning. And perhaps we could discuss more about your projects over lunch. Ellaine and I would love to have you two over one of these days.”

Norman opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, before regaining his composure. “O-of course, sir! Thank you and I’m looking forward to it.”

“You two have a good night, then.” Nicholas said. He looked at Kennedy. “Mrs. Osborn.”

Kennedy nodded. “Good night and get home safely, Mr. and Mrs. Kent.”

Ellaine, who had been quiet the whole time her husband was talking, went over to Kennedy and held the young woman’s hands in her own. “It was lovely meeting you, my dear. Norman is lucky to have you.”

Kennedy opened her mouth to reply but Norman cut her off by saying “I am.”

She knew she was blushing again, the line between playing pretend and reality seemed to blur.

“...a terrible actor.”

It made her wonder how many times just that night had he said something romantic and meant it?

Ellaine let go of Kennedy’s hands, nodded and bid a good night to the couple before following after her husband, and soon, they were lost in the crowd of gowns and suits.

Norman huffed out a disbelieving laugh. “That just happened.” he said.

Kennedy grinned, “It did.”

Norman looked like a kid who just met Santa, his eyes twinkling and his smile so wide.

She was happy for him, Harry told her recently that his father never said it, but Oscorp really needed more funding, especially with so many new tech companies popping up.

So this was a huge win.

The band’s music changed into something livelier and Kennedy suddenly remembered their unfinished conversation before the Kents interrupted them.

And by the look on Norman’s face, he seemed to remember it too.

He stared at her, his blue eyes seemed so focused on her now, like they were trying to figure something out.

He opened his mouth, but it took a while before he could find the words to say.

“Thank you.” he finally said, softly. “I couldn’t have done this without you.”

A part of her was annoyed at how that was all he had to say, after his pretty big confession just moments ago. She found herself hoping he was going to bring that back up.

Finish what you started.

But she understood that with the Kents declaring their support, he’d probably be busy the rest of the night and the entire week, organizing his staff to get their projects together and working overtime… again.

It wouldn’t be the first time he suddenly had to disappear because of work. Once she didn’t hear from him for almost two weeks and no, she was not worried. Dia was just looking forward to seeing him and Harry again.

Yet the moment he showed up on your doorstep you looked so relieved and wanted to hug him, hell, make out with him even. Kennedy remembered her sister Fran saying.

She might’ve felt a little relieved that he was fine, and found it just a bit cute when he smiled apologetically and said he was busy dealing with the aftermath of Quest Aerospace’s new product launch.

Goddamnit just how long had she actually been crushing over Norman Osborn?

Internal debate aside, Kennedy settled for smiling smugly at her ‘husband’. “I know. You’re lucky I chose you over Tony Stark.”

That got him to chuckle. “Like he could handle you.”

“And you can?” She shut her mouth as soon as she said it. That was dangerously close to flirti- no, it was flirting.

She thought he’d get uncomfortable or dodge her comment completely.

So she was surprised when he leaned in, took her hand and brought it close to his face. “You tell me.” he whispered, before kissing her hand delicately and leading her back into the dance.

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With the deal with the Kents all but formally secured, and a few more meetings planned with other investors, Norman decided it was time to head home.

It was late and Dia would’ve already been asleep, Kennedy could talk to her daughter in the morning.

The drive was relatively quiet, with Norman occasionally on the phone fixing up his schedule for the next day, most likely working out which projects to prioritize showing to their potential investors.

Kennedy usually enjoyed silent rides home, especially after a long day. But this one, it seemed like they were both just avoiding the elephant in the room, both refusing to be the first to address their interrupted conversation earlier.

Hell even Charles knew it was awkward and felt the need to turn the radio on loud enough for at least him to hear up front.

Kennedy almost asked him to turn the volume up but a silly part of her thought that if she did that, it might discourage Norman from talking at all, make him think that she didn’t want to continue their discussion.

If there was anything left to discuss.

The car stopped right outside her apartment’s building. Norman was still on his phone so Kennedy thanked Charles and bid him a good night. She saw the driver nod back at her through the rearview mirror.

So they were really just gonna ignore what happened?

Kennedy knew how hyper focused Norman could be with work, so even if she did find it rude that he wouldn’t even properly say goodbye to her, she didn’t push him. Instead she squeezed his arm - the one not holding his phone - and smiled at him before moving to open the car door.

She did it quickly that she missed how his eyes widened, like he just noticed she was about to leave.

Hopefully they could talk about it some other time.

Kennedy got out of the car and only made it halfway to the entrance before she heard another car door open, followed by footsteps behind her.

“Kenny, wait.” she heard his gravelly voice behind her.

She was still deciding whether to tease him about finally putting his phone away or tease him about him being a terrible actor, but she wasn’t even able to get the words out for as soon as she turned around, his lips immediately pressed against hers, his hands on either side of her face.

It took her only a second before she relaxed into the kiss and wrapped her arms around him. This seemed to encourage Norman as she felt his breath hitch before his tongue sought entrance to her mouth.

She immediately obliged.

They’ve kissed before of course, quick pecks to keep up appearances. But this, this was completely different. It wasn’t pretend.

And it felt so damn good.

She actually moaned and Norman, the smug bastard that he was, decided to pull away and smirked when Kennedy almost chased after his lips.

“You okay, darling?” he asked teasingly, but his voice was hoarse. And before Kennedy could reply, he placed a few more kisses along her jaw, then moved down to her neck, almost sucking on her skin.

“I’m great. I’m a glowing goddess, as someone once told me.” she said shakily and she felt Norman’s chuckle vibrate through her.

Norman leaned away just enough to face her again. She blushed seeing his own lips smeared with her lipstick.

“That someone wasn’t lying.” he said, before sighing contentedly. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

Then why did you stop?

She so badly wanted to tell him that. That kiss was something else and fuck, she really wanted more. She was feeling lightheaded and warm despite how chilly it was out in the streets of New York City.

Her body was on fire and that was just from one makeout session!

Norman leaned in close once more, his lips beside her ear and she felt his breath touch her skin, sending shivers down her spine. “Talk to me, Kenny. You look absolutely flushed.”

And that was it.

Hoping her voice would be steady enough, Kennedy said, “Get us to a room.”

Norman actually groaned and she took comfort in knowing she wasn’t the only one feeling… excited. But they really should get to somewhere more private before they give Jamison a headline-worthy scandal for his next paper.

Norman growled out a “My place. Harry’s at Peter’s.” before grabbing her hand and leading her back to the car, she actually giggled as she followed him in.

Charles, bless his heart, didn’t comment, just smiled softly before asking Norman if it was time to head home, to which Norman said yes, still holding onto Kennedy’s hand.

Thankfully they both silently agreed that they weren’t going to do anything in front of the driver, but Kennedy swore if the traffic on the way back to Norman’s penthouse was bad, she might not survive that long.

And judging by Norman’s grip on her and how he tried to calm his breathing, neither would he.

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Thankfully the drive really didn’t last too long and as soon as the huge Manhattan building came into view, Norman didn’t even wait for the bellboy to open the door for him, he was already out, Kennedy not far behind him.

He remembered to call out a ‘thank you and good night’ to Charles at least, who then bid them both a good night once more.

It was like they were on auto pilot, speed walking in the lobby, making sure to nod at the guards and concierge who greeted them. She would’ve laughed at how jittery they both were if she weren’t so focused on getting to the damn elevator that would lead them straight to Norman’s floor.

And as soon as they were in the elevator and the doors closed behind them, Norman was on her, pushing her to the wall and crashing his lips onto hers.

“Don’t know if I can wait any longer.” Norman said as he peppered kisses on her neck.

Kennedy had to will herself not to wrap her legs around him. They were so close to his place, seconds away.

“You did pretty well on the drive over.” she teased.

He brought one hand close to her breasts, teasing her and just barely slipping his hand underneath her low-cut dress to touch her skin.

Kennedy groaned.

“Don’t know if I can say the same for you now.” he said lowly.

The elevator finally pinged open and they tumbled into his penthouse, which to Kennedy still looked like a huge mansion.

They stumbled up the stairs and Kennedy was about ready to remove her heels.

Finally in the privacy of his room, Norman wasted no time to remove his coat and tie while Kennedy undid her ponytail and removed her earrings. Next to go were her heels, and she was so glad to finally rest her feet.

She looked back at Norman and saw that he was stripped down to just his pants now, shoes gone as well, thrown somewhere around the room along with the rest of their discarded clothes and accessories.

She couldn’t help but blush seeing his lithe yet strong upper body. For a work-obsessed scientist in his mid-40s, he sure did stay in shape.

As much as she wanted to admire his physique even more, he was already closing the distance between them and kissing her. He undid the straps of her gown first and she hurriedly got out of it, letting it pool on the floor.

She didn’t wear a bra underneath her dress, and now left only in her panties, Norman gazed at her like she was a piece of art.

“You really are a goddess.” he whispered before bringing his face down to kiss her breasts.

She moaned when Norman took one nipple in his mouth and pinched the other. She could already feel the pleasure and so badly wanted to touch him, so she reached for his pants.

But he held her wrist away and chuckled before lifting her up and bringing her to the bed. She watched as Norman removed his belt and finally pulled his pants and underwear down, now bare to her.

And fuck, he was a sight. She already knew he wasn’t the typical cushy executive, and seeing his body now confirmed it. He was lanky but still quite muscular, and he wasn’t soft either.

She could see a few scars here and there. From experiments maybe?

“You’re making me blush here, Kenny.” he said, and Kennedy knew he meant it to be teasing, but she could tell there was a bit of self-consciousness as well.

He absolutely had nothing to be concerned about.

“You’re gorgeous.” she said breathlessly, seriously.

She noticed his body relax and his gaze softening before he joined her on the bed. He was on top of her and kissing her once more.

This time his kisses were slower, lingering longer, savoring. Kennedy pulled him closer, running her fingers through his hair. She couldn’t get enough of him, breathing in his scent, his favorite cologne, mixed with the champagne they had earlier and something that was just Norman.

He made his way down her body, trailing kisses as he went. Until finally, he was kissing close to her core, and, after lightly squeezing her hips, oh-so-slowly removed her panties.

She practically kicked them off by the time they reached her knees, Norman chuckling at her impatience.

“What’s the rush?” he asked smugly from between her legs, lifting them over his shoulders.

And fuck she didn’t trust herself to say something snarky back. All she managed was a shaky “Norman, please.”

And finally she felt his tongue on her, licking at her folds. She bucked her hips and her hands grabbed the sheets tightly, needing to cling onto something.

She looked up at the ceiling as she writhed, but Norman squeezed her hips, forcing her to meet his intense blue eyes, watching her as he devoured her.

Then he buried his face in her, sucking at her clit, Kennedy making weak sounds as she grabbed a handful of his hair.

She was practically sobbing when Norman decided to slip two fingers inside her, pumping roughly as he continued to suck on her. The pleasure was becoming too much for her, her body heating up. She lifted her hips closer to him and he started moving his fingers in and out quicker.

He kept his eyes on her as she started trembling. Kennedy cried out his name weakly as she came. She whimpered as he continued to lick at her, his fingers now back on her thighs.

She pulled on his hair again and he looked up at her mischievously, kissing her core before moving his body back up so he could press his lips to hers once more.

She could taste herself on him and she mewled, her body still reeling from her orgasm.

Then she felt his erect cock touch her entrance and they both groaned at the contact.

Norman looked at her, seeking permission and Kennedy smiled softly and nodded, not trusting herself to say anything coherent.

Norman lined himself up at her entrance and she gasped as he pushed deep into her, keeping his pace slow.

She pulled his face closer to her, kissing his mouth and jaw. Norman grunted as he thrusted into her. Kennedy moaned, his gravelly voice turning her on even more.

And, as if he could read her mind, he spoke, “Fuck, you feel so good.”

Kennedy bucked her hips up. Hearing Norman Osborn’s dirty talk was enough to send her over the edge again.

“Norma- agh- faster, please. Go faster.” she was surprised to finally be able to finish a sentence in her state, absolutely high from the pleasure.

Norman obliged, thrusting quicker.

He nipped her ear before leaving kisses on her neck, sucking at her skin. And fuck, she almost wanted him to leave a mark.

He brought his face back up to press his lips to hers, their teeth clacking against each other as they kissed.

Norman pounded into her harder and Kennedy moaned, not caring how loud she was being.

“Norman, I’m so- I’m so close.” she whimpered weakly.

“Don’t hold back. Scream for me.” he said, his blue eyes on her.

And it was too much for Kennedy.

She cried out his name, arching her back and trembling as her second orgasm hit her, Norman planting soft kisses on her jaw.

She’s whimpering as Norman’s thrusts become quicker and more erratic, and with one final deep push, he came with a low groan, his seed spilling inside her.

Norman touched his forehead to hers, before kissing her deeply.

He looked at her with such warmth and tenderness that made Kennedy’s heart soar.

He stood up to grab fresh towels from his closet and they cleaned up as best as they could.

Norman lay on one side of the bed, kissing Kennedy’s shoulder.

She grabbed the blanket to drape it over them then moved to cuddle up with him, resting her head on his chest. He placed an arm around her, holding her close.

Norman was the first to break the silence. “Safe to say we’ll be having breakfast together tomorrow?” he asked cheekily.

Kennedy smiled up at him. “You mean you were planning on leaving the bed so soon?”

That got him to laugh. “As wonderful as that sounds, I have to go to the office tomorrow and formally confirm the Kents’ investment.”

“Well, I do want to check on Dia as well.” She can just imagine how smug her sister would be. Fran basically shoved Kennedy out the door and told her not to rush, that Dia would be perfectly fine for the rest of the weekend.

“Dinner after?” Norman asked, his voice hopeful.

And Kennedy lifted her head to give him a quick peck on the lips. “It’s a date.”

He grinned at her. “An official one this time.”

No more pretending, is what he meant.

And she fell asleep, excited for this new reality of their relationship.

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Okay I'm going through my screenshots so I can say it in order lmao and I apologise in advance because this got so long because I cannot shut up and its probably very incoherent and I'm mostly quoting your own work back you adkkdkd

Firstly when he returned home and he spoke with his sister (who I love btw 🥺) and this line >>

"an explanation was queued in his throat transitorily just to hum in response, but for a moment just being welcomed by his family was calming."

I was like 🥺🥺🥺 I like how you made his emotions multidimensional(?) In that moment? Like he had his inner struggle and uncertainty and guilt too but then the effect his family have on him and their importance and how they influence his emotions 🥺 idk simple but I <3

OH THE IMAGERY WHEN HE WENT TO HIS OLD ROOM AND GOT INTO HIS OLD BED AFTER SO LONG WAS *MWAH*

"The bed and sheets were different, but somehow the way they slid over his body, the cool sheets meeting the warmth of his skin something about it felt like home."

This whole part truly bc I love the familiarity but also foreigness and again reflecting on his inner turmoil it was just a lovely para

Also liked this part >>

"Audibly sighing, he rolled onto his side to face away from the dresser from which that photograph was glowering at him

Or so it felt. He closed his eyes and pressed his head deep into the pillow, tucking the sheets under his arm so just enough chill of the air conditioning would make it comfortable and somehow, despite his racing thoughts, he fell asleep." Made me :((

OH WHEN HE WAS 'SHOCKINGLY UPSET' THAT READERS NUMBER WASNT SAME :( SILLY BOY

AND THEN THE WHOLE PART WHERE HE FIRST GOES TO READERS HOUSE AND ITS READERS MUM SILLY BOY PT.2

HIS WHOLE RAMBLING TRAIN OF THOUGHT IF HE SHOULD ASK FOR YOUR NUMBER INBETWEEN MUM WAITING FOR HIM TO ANSWER HER

AND THEEEEEEN SILLY BOY PT.3 WHEN HE LEAVES AND NOW HE OVERTHINKING WHAT TO SAY WHEN HE SEES READER AKFKDK

"For certain he knew that he would be standing there, looking like a fool, stuttering for quite some time— he had no doubt you’d just look at him with that same patient look whenever he couldn’t come up with the right words for you." yes he is FOOL and yes this part made me soft for some reason :( but I also thought this was a nice reflection on readers and hjs past dynamic/relationship which was very nice!

AND HELLOOOOOOOOOOO WHEN THEY FINALLY REUINTE!!!!

"your eyes shot back to Hyunjae’s, who was still looking at you despite all of the commotion coming from around him which inevitably pushed him out of the way of the doorway. Somehow the plate was coaxed out of your hand with a million questions being asked about it and you were being tugged into the house with insistence that you join them for dinner. You couldn’t answer, your gaze remained locked with Hyunjae until the both of them realized that he was your primary focus, and quickly the chatter stopped and silence took over again."

KFGNANDNJD ESPECIALLY THE LAST PART OF HIM BEING PRIMARY FOCUS SHUT UPPPPPP but that whole part felt tense and pretty and you wrote it so?? Well of course but layered?? idk if that's that right word but the way you described the kind of chaos around them but the stillness THEY had in comparison was so WOW.

also his sister being like arent u gonna say anything LOOOOL I love her

BUT OOF THAT SCENE THE READER LOOKING AWAY AND HYUNJAES THROAT DRY ONLY ABLE TO SAY NAME AND AWKWARDNESS UNCERTAINTY BUT

STILL SILLY SWEET BOY ASKING READER TO STAY FOR DINNER EYE– <\3

AND AGAIN HIS RAMBLING :( shut up silly boy I'll stay for dinner in a trash can for u

"It broke both your hearts a little bit, and you could feel the stinging of those same pieces even now. Hyunjae told you what your mom said, about you not wanting to call him, and all of the subsequent lack of communication that led to your complete separation. Conversation seemed to flow a bit more freely between the two of you again, deep somewhere there was an understanding about the hurt that the split caused the both of you." This 😔😔😔p a i n

AND WALKING HOME NSJDBWNDND WHO DO YOU THINK U R HYUNJAE WLAKING HOME AIDNSNS  SHUTHO BSKFKSKDKDUP

"He could see the fight in your eyes, the same fight from the number of years ago when he’d say the same thing, when he’d walk you home no matter how much you insisted it wasn’t necessary. The way you dug in was noticeable, preparing to stand your ground against him because, who was he to be so concerned as someone who left? And maybe that was the wrong mindset to have about him because you could feel, even in the way he looked at you, that he still cared for you.

Hyunjae gave you that look where his gaze got a little more tender and there was an almost unnoticeable raise of his brows and a head flick towards the door. It had you swallowing hard, barely even noticing the silence before it was interrupted."

THE ANGST AFJJAJSS AND THE TENDERNESS AND AJFNDN UGHHH THE WAY HES BEEN IN KNOTS BUT HE STILL SLIPS BACK INTO THAT PROTECTIVE ROUTINE OR WHATEVER HE ONCE SHARED WITH YOU AND THE FACT HE STIL LCARES AND UGHFHDHDHJEJE

"Out of old habit, Hyunjae extended his elbow to you, and, to avoid being overly awkward, you took it, but not without looking up at him questioningly as he was pulling you out of the door. You walked slowly side by side once getting off the initial porch of his parent’s home, and he reached over to cup over your hand to keep it from slipping away."

I screamed that is all like my screenshot literally has a scribble reading SCREAM in dramatic red

THE FIRST SORRY THEN THE SECOND STORY BUT YOU KNOW WHAT THIS WHOLE SCENE HAD MY HEART TWISTED AND HURTING AND AIFJSJD THE HUG THE CLOSENESS AND JUST I WAS SO IN IT AND SO SO UGHSHFHD

“I’m sorry,” he said again, but this time you weren’t sure what for. Just as you were about to turn towards your door to leave him, he took you around the middle and dragged you into him, hulling you up against his firm chest as his arms tightened against you. Initially, you were surprised. The audacity, but also the guts it took to pull you into a hug when he was stumbling over his words like a dancer with two left feet. Your hands ghosted up his arms, slowly feeling his frame—tall and warm against your own—before your arms draped across his shoulders. Your head was turned to the side, pressed against his collar turned inwards towards the center, and, much to your own surprised, you relished the hug like home. This felt akin to the hug he gave you before you both departed to your separate cities, vowing that he would maintain contact which quickly disintegrated. Honestly, it had tears pricking at your eyes like you were saying goodbye all over again, but also releasing the gates on the emotions you’d stowed away for all those years with no thoughts that he’d ever come back.

His breathing was now even more noticeably rickety with your head pressed up against his chest. A few more times he apologized, still for reasons you weren’t aware of, and squeezed you even tighter for just a moment longer before he was finally releasing you.

“I’ll wait until you’re inside,” he said as you stepped back from him, and even still he wouldn’t look right at you.

“Go home safely,” you replied, stepping backward until your back unceremoniously hit your front door. You were pawing at the handle, watching him wait for you until you finally popped the door to let yourself inside. “Goodnight, Hyunjae,” you added.

“Goodnight,” he replied, and your gaze finally met his before you turned to close him away from you." Speechless

AND THE WHOLE TENSE 'ARGUMENT' ON THE DOCKS

“Great, but you’re not me,” you fired back with matched ferocity, and so you exchanged your look between his eyes, noting the way they shimmered amber reflecting the sunset light off the water, noting the way they looked at you with such intensity, while trying to stave the tears that were pushing against his waterline. There was a bubbling against your throat, words you knew you didn’t want to say that burned like wildfire. You continued to switch between his eyes, knowing the things queued weren’t going to help the situation in any way and so, to avoid saying something you knew you’d regret, and since you knew he wouldn’t stop pushing you, you pushed up from the dock and took his empty plastic cup with you to leave him with the burn of your hand on top of his and that distinct lack of your gaze into his eyes.

Then, and only then, did the tears that threatened have room to fall. His nails scraped against the dock even harder as he clenched his fist, still able to feel the warmth of your hand on top of his as he stared through the ghost of your presence. His jaw was tight, and his tears were hot—they were angry, frustrated, discontent but not with you. The wounds were deeper than he thought, still more tender than he thought, and all that led him to a harsh conclusion—the final talk would be even worse hell than he initially imagined."

Man oh man my stomach was in knots reading this scene I just andnsns got caught up in it and it was really strong and just ugh so sad and p a i n again, the sunset imagery and the ghost of your presence and the tears it's too much too much, the way you delivered it was so good you worded it beautifully and led the scene so well placed the emotions so!!!!! Yes all of this so raw and just HUMAN (my screenshot note for the last quoted part in particular was: wow)

Oh feel like I should note the word I put in the screenshot when he said "the biggest mistake was trying to see you again" in which I replied "BASTARD :("

“She doesn’t hate you, if that’s what you think,” she replied and took a seat on his bed. “She’s hurt about you; I’d be hurt about you. There’s a lot to process between the two of you right now, a bit deeper than you might expect to find. It’s awkward and tense and tough to swallow, but you have to do it if you want to salvage it. But I know she doesn’t hate you.” << specifically screenshotted this time say I love his sister- love how you characterised her and portrayed her relationship with hyunjae!!!

AHHHHH THE PART WITH SANGYEON AIFJSJJDJDJDD (BITCH YOU AND RAINAH BOTH STILL CANT BELIEVE) BUT AHHHHH

PROTECTIVE HYUNJAE AKFJSJJDE WHEN HE TOLD HIM FIRMLY TO TAKE A WALK I WAS LOWKEY 😍🥵 BUT I WAS ALSO 🥺😣 HES JUST AHHHHHHH

kay but honestly that scene was so tense and not over or underdone and just wow again all the conflicting feelings like readers pride bc she needed to be saved and hyunjae not being able to walk away and being that protective barrier 🥺

AND HES SO GENTLE I THINK I ACTUALLY FELT MY HEART COME UNDONE "MAY I SEE YOUR FACE" SHUT UPPPPPPPP AND JSUT THE HUG AFTER THAT HOLDING TOGETHER UGBDBFBFBNFBF just :( really :( felt :( his warmth :( and safety :(

and then sitting by tree scene was so cute :( but the conversation and the pain still there the worry and need for comfort

"There was a tightening around Hyunjae’s heart he hated as you spoke those words. Hearing you say it hurt in a different way than him coming to grips with it himself. His legs couldn’t help but close on you a bit, a frustrated grunt squeaking from his mouth. Not here, he thought, not now. This was not the best place to be having that conversation, but little did you know that was the conversation." just this whole part :(

"You were pushing, unintentionally, at the seams of his packaged distress." Such a good line

AND THE LINE ABOUT SANGYEON PUTTING A PIT IN HIS STOMACH THE CONCEPT OF ANYONE PUTTING PIT SHUT UP PIT BOY ILY2 ZKDNSKDKDJDD

Then the reasoning for his distance and him not wanting to be a burden and just preserve the friendship and it getting easier to not come back and then "He never changed; he could still feel the tip of his tongue clamped between his teeth, still feel the churning in his stomach with the attempt to put his feelings away, the lump in his throat which felt like a swollen version of his heart, a hole in his chest which the alcohol wasn’t helping in the slightest." man that's some good imagery

"Still, you turned to look at him, not so much at his face, but at his throat, at the undone button of his black shirt, at the way his throat shifted as he swallowed hard. His thumbs were hooked in his pockets as he stood as attentive as he could muster, waiting for you like he always did." HELLO BRAIN FUCKING SHORT CIRCUITED DESCRIPTION OF HIMS DKAJDJSJSJJ I KNOW WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE BUT THE WAY YOU WROTE IT I WAS LIKE AKDKD 🥴

BUT THEN I SCREAMED FOR REAL BECAUSE THE WHOLE KISS SCENE THE BUILD UP AND AIFHWNDN THE GRADUAL CLOSENESS STILL TENTATIVE AND HIM PAUSING THAT SPLIT SECOND WHERE THE TENSION TENFOLDED ANDVAIFJSNDD I ACTUALLY GOT BREATHLESS AND THENAGAINST THE DOOR ITS TOO MUCH TO THINK ABOUT HNNSHDNSNDND JUST AHHHH EYES GLIMMER LIKE GALAXY CAPTIVE AKDJJDD THE WHOLE YES DESCRIPTION MOMENT I WAS DECEASED I DO NOT WANT TO THINK ABOUT IT AGAIN BC SO POWERFUL SKDKDKD AND THE WAY IT "FELT RIGHT AFTER SO MANY YEARS" JUST SAY THEY WERE DESTINED AND GO AKFJDJD

Anyway I had to take a break after that scene I bad to take breaks often this fic was not good for heart skfkd

And then I came back and I read this part and cried sgkskfjr and that sucked but sucked bc you wrote it so well it made me cry and gave me EXTREME chest pains akdkd

"“This is exactly why I didn’t want to come back,” he muttered under his breath, looking up at the cracking paint of your porch covering. He hoped it wasn’t loud enough for you to hear, but unfortunately, it was. You looked at him, queueing a couple of replies in your throat that never seemed to fit the situation and adequately explain how you felt at the same time. You waited only long enough for his gaze to cast back down to you, almost expecting you to say something, but you had twisted the knob to your door and disappeared into the darkness of your home without another word. Could you say it was the best decision? Perhaps not. But in that moment you feared that you would say something that would damage an already delicate situation. If you had just left it at the bit about the breakup and about needing to talk, he would have understood. Everything else just confirmed his fears about you; that you liked the idea of him.  He shook his head and turned to head home, ignoring the prying questions of his sister who was surprisingly still awake and, without turning a single light on, closed the door to his room and crawled into bed."

BUT THENNNNN DRAMATIC BUT NOT SO DRAMATIC AND ACTUALLY QUIET DOWN TO EARTH AND REALISTIC CONFESSION TALK TIME IDK WEIRD LIMBO ZONE THAT YOU PORTRAYED SO WELL BUT ALSO HIM BEING A BITCH BABY BOTH PISSED ME OFF AND MADE ME LAUGH BUT I ALSO UNDERSTOOD HIM COS :((

"“I don’t like the idea of you, Hyunjae. I’ve always liked you. And when you left, it took me a few years to get in the game to try and move on… I got with Sangyeon because it felt, in the beginning, like he understood me. Like he empathized with my loss, which was you, and I had an aching, a pit that needed to be filled that I thought he could fill.  But that pit is shaped exactly like you, and I realized that nothing else will ever fit it properly…” that pit is shaped exactly like you :( pls shut up again akdkeke you really got me

“I loved you,” he interjected. “And I was so scared that if I had admitted that to you, that I would lose you, but I ended up losing you anyway because I was too weak to swallow the fact that I did love you. That I do love you. That those six years away did nothing to help me move on,” he replied, pouring it all out for you, finally saying what he needed to say for so many years and a weight lifted off his chest, but it didn’t stop the squeezing feeling." AND THIS JUST MADE ME CRY LIKE TBH THE WHOLE SCENE WAS RAW AND JUST AHFKWKDJE THE THOUGHT OF HIM SAYING THIS THE WORDS YOU CRAFTED SO POWERFUL CHEST PAINS AGAIN

Crying again reading screenshots but skdkd “I got too worried trying to respect the relationship with a man who never respected me; who took advantage of me knowing I was vulnerable without you; and if I had come to that conclusion on the landing that night… Hyunjae, I may have not let you leave. It was like my favorite coffee on a cold day, like the sun on my skin in the late spring, like the spray of the water on the dock—nothing has ever felt more like home.” so pretty :((

"Hyunjae let out a deep sigh, blinking back the tears that pushed at the outer corners of his eyes as he slipped to the floor. His gaze looked out but didn’t find anything in particular, clouded anyway. He took a moment to reflect on the way the hardwood panels felt underneath his fingers, the way breath filled his lungs, the way his eyes stung, the sound of you sliding down to the floor yourself against his room door.

There wasn’t much else that needed to be said, so the two of you sat across the floor from each other in relative silence for quite a few lingering moments. The both of you were trying to regulate your breathing, trying to quench the fire that burned deep down.

It took a moment, but he crawled across the floor of his room to sit up in the corner of the wall and the door and asked for your hand only to coax you over to him, between his legs to rest up against him as he settled his chin on your shoulder. From then, it was a matter of time and healing, and he wanted to spend the initial healing time with you in his arms in the quiet of his room as the both of you processed everything that was said.

All that could be heard throughout the room was perhaps gentle breathing, silently the continued refusal of tears that stung both your eyes. Hyunjae dug his face in the crook of your neck, even if you were turned away from him; he didn’t want you to see it. But even if you couldn’t see it, you could feel the way his rickety breath fell across your shoulder, the way he trembled against your back, the warmth of his tears against your skin and even though things were on the mend, that, in and of itself, stung like hell.

Hyunjae’s pain had always been your pain, and vice versa—his happiness, his burdens, his struggles, his successes and triumphs; they had always been shared because of your dynamic, and it was clear things weren’t about to change. It had always been a love the both of you were too afraid to admit because there was a very real chance it would drive you away from each other.

“I love you, Hyunjae…” you muttered. It was the only reassuring thing you hadn’t said.' Breath...stolen. like truly cannot put it into words how good and emotional this scene was to me.

AND YOUNGHOONIEEEEEEE I LOVED HIS PART IN THIS!!!! he was such a good addition I told you already but yes I loved that scene

RETURN OF THE DOCK I LOVE THAT THE PREVIOUS DOCK SCENE HADNT ENDED WELL BUT YOU BROUGHT IT BACK AND SCRUBBED THAT AWAY TO LEAVE BEHIND A BEAUTIFUL MEMORY LIKE THAT WAS SO GOOD AND I LOVE THE WHOLE SCENE BUT ALSO H E L P

"Hyunjae discarded his tea gently against the finished dock, turning his full attention to you. His slender fingers gently prodded against your jaw, prompting you to lift your head from his shoulder. It was always like him to take control of the situation, and to be completely honest, you had banked on that for this entire meeting. You were pleased to look at him per his will, tilting your chin up so that his face could slip by yours and press a lingering kiss against your cheek, the way you had to his at the end of your last meeting. Perhaps the most important meeting.

Again, you wanted to speak with nothing really to say. Your eyes fluttered at the feel of his supple lips against your cheek and remained closed when his delicate fingers flittered away from your jaw and his hand cupped against the back of your neck, craning up only slightly to place another kiss against your forehead, and another against your cheek—you had to chuckle, nervously nipping at your bottom lip as you tried to read his intentions.

“Just let me marinate in the fact that I have dreamed about this for eight years, and I’m finally here,” he mumbled against your skin, knowing that you were laughing at him.

“I’m laughing at you because you keep missing,” you replied, eyes fluttering open to meet his as he pulled back. The gentle smiles fell from both your faces as your gaze teetered between each other’s eyes, noting their glimmer, their depth, the absolutely homey look you gave each other. Your breaths mingled just a few inches from each other between the two of you before you noted the way his tongue flicked out to moisten his lips—in nervousness or preparation, you couldn’t tell. When he noticed the way your eyes fell past his nose, he couldn’t help but speak up."

I BASICALLY SCREENSHOTTED THE WHOLE OF THE END SCENE BUT IVE ALREADY MADE THIS ANNOYINGLY LONG COS I CANT SHUT UP SO I WONT PASTE IT ALL HERE BUT UGH I JUST IT ENDS SO BEAUTIFULLY THERES LIKE SOMETHING CLICKING INTO PLACE THE FEELING OF THE DUST SETTLING AND THE SUN RISING AND THINGS FEELING LIKE THEYRE EXACTLY AS IT SHOULD BE THATS HOW YOU WROTE THE ENTIRE LAST SCENE I JUST ADORED AND I WANT TO CRY AGAIN THE EMOTIONS IN THE WHOLE THING AND BUILDING UP TO THIS MOMENT HAS MY STOMACH IN KNOTS THINKING ABOUT IT AND YEAH I LOVE THIS AND ILY

Hyunjae | Vulnerable Words | 18.7K Genre | Fluff, Angst, Mutual Pining Notes | Female!Reader x The Boyz Hyunjae, Post College AU. Mentions of alcohol, threats, unhealthy relationships, cursing.  A whole shared brain written piece of work; Rainah and I wrote such eerily similar stories without the other’s knowledge, and here’s my rendition. This is a work of fiction, and any depictions of actions, behaviors, thoughts, and personalities of characters used in this story do not reflect reality.  Summary |  Hyunjae’s been gone for six years, leaving his family and friends behind to escape some painful feelings. Once returning, he realizes that those six years did nothing to help his feelings, and after running into you again, he’s convinced they’ll never go away, and that you’ve felt the same way all along.

Hyunjae hadn’t spent a summer vacation—or any vacation for that matter—in his hometown since leaving for college. He couldn’t place exactly what drew him back, but his parents were ecstatic when he arrived with a suitcase in hand and a shy expression on his face, hoping he still had somewhere to stay, even unannounced, with them. There was an air about his hometown that felt like a sea breeze on his face, like a breath of fresh air, a familiarity he couldn’t seem to find anywhere else.  

His mother welcomed him with open arms, always thrilled to see her little boy, especially when she was never quite sure when she would see him again outside their visits to him. A fresh face he was surprised, but happy, to see was his older sister’s. She gave him a warm smile, waiting for her turn to embrace him after finally getting past their mother.

“You’ve been gone so long, you know,” she said to him. An explanation was queued in his throat transitorily just to hum in response, but for a moment just being welcomed by his family was calming.

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