#just colouring practice honestly! Could as well make him pink or yellow or whatever colour but I went with green because... 🌿green.🌿

[catocappuccino]

Sniff

[loousir]

[Satyr} Insecurities

Soft Male Presenting NB Satyr x Male Reader

Dakota

Warnings: Dakota get comforted by you after a sudden breakup and you end up confessing, they realized they like you too, mentions of alcohol (tho not explicitly stated other than beer), two faced boyfriend (now ex)

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Currently, you are on your way to third wheel for your best friend, Dakota. This guy that Dakota was dating was one that you really did not like. He was all sweet and kind around Dakota but the second they turned their back, he was a complete jerk. You knew you should tell Dakota but they just looked so happy being with this guy that you didn't want to ruin this momentary happiness.

Anyhow, both of you were walking down the street to a small yet busy pub that he had asked Dakota to meet. Dakota had asked him if you could come and he said yes but you knew he would have said no if that didn't ruin his "perfect boyfriend" image. You developed feelings for Dakota years ago, long into your friendship with him but you never confessed. You knew they didn't feel the same so you decided to just try to be the very best friend you could be.

Dakota pointed out the place you two were going and you followed them up to the front door. You opened it for them and they almost instantly spot their boyfriend, going over to him and hugging him. You smiled a sad smile and looked at the two before joining them at their table. He had sent Dakota off to get drinks for the three of you. "How have you been (R/n)?" He looks over to you with a not glare for once. "I'm breaking up with him."

Your eyes widened slightly. "What?" He nods. "Yeah I got hit pretty hard in the face with reality after the last time we met." His whole demeanor had changed from what it was before. You tried to say something but Dakota came back with a beer bottle and two glasses. They set one of the glasses down in front of you and handed the bottle to their soon to be ex who's demeanor went back to perfect boyfriend mode.

You smiled at Dakotas smile before taking a drink of what they got you. "Ah, (R/n)! Did you see the new episode yesterday? It was so good!" Dakota said before going on to ramble about bits and pieces. (R/n) smiled and nodded, chatting about said episode with Dakota.

A few minutes had past with the three of you talking before (R/n) decided it was time to bring the bad news. "Dakota." They looked up to (R/n) who looked like he just accidentally kicked a puppy. Dakota noticed and went to grab his hands to ask what's wrong but he pulled away. You looked away out of courtesy but still listened in. "I'm sorry Dakota. I dont think we can be together anymore. Its really me, not you. You've been nothing but good to me and I want you to be happy but it can't be with me."

"Maybe we'll see each other around. Don't worry about paying for drinks, I'll cover it on the way out." He said standing up to leave. Dakota couldn't seem to process what what happening as they watched their now ex-boyfriend walk away. "Kota, let's go." You said standing and grabbing their hand.

They didn't move but instead started to shake slightly. "Dakota, please." You pulled them up and practically dragged them out of the pub and stopped when you were a block away from it. Dakota hadn't said a word but held on tightly to your hand. "Do you wanna go back to your house?" You asked, looking to them. They nodded softly, more hair moving to cover their usually covered eyes.

You squeezed their hand gently as the two of you walked back to Dakotas place. It wasn't too far from the pub so neither of you saw the point in taking the car. After a few minutes of walking, Dakota stopped, making you look back. "Im... S-so sorry... I... I cant..." They tried to say something but ended up almost collapsing, legs shaking like crazy. You caught them before they could and opted to carry them the rest of the way.

Dakota holds onto you and cries into your neck. You gently rub the back of their head and whisper reassuring words into their ears. After a few more minutes of walking, you make it to the house and carefully unlock the door and close it behind you before taking them upstairs to their bedroom. "I'll go grab some water. I'll be right back ok?"

You head back down stairs, lost in thought as you grabbed water from the fridge before heading back up. You didn't expect to see what you did though.

Your body stood ridgid with shock. Standing in front of you, staring back with wild and afraid eyes was your best friend of 5 years. They looked like they were wearing pants but they weren't. Their legs were covered in dark brown fur, same colour as their hair. Your eyes followed the soft digitigrade shape down to the cloven hooves in place of feet. A small tail to match laid tight against their body.

"Dakota..?"

You breathed out hesitantly. They seemed to snap out of whatever trance they were in for a moment and they started to shake. "Hey... Hey whats wrong?" You asked as you very slowly approached them, as if the wrong step could send them sprinting away. They didn't say a word and you eventually got to their side. You very carefully grabbed their hand but they pulled it away faster than you could blink.

They looked at you with such fear that you could barely even tell if it was your sweet Dakota anymore. A tense moment passed as you had seen his eyes for the first time. You gently took their hand again and pressed their palm against your chest. They could feel your heart pounding, theirs was probably just as fast. You and Dakota had this thing where if one of you were panicking, the other would place a hand on the heart of the one whos panicking. It usually ended with a hug but it was really just a comfort thing that Dakota had started with you when they had a panic attack in public. Once they had seemed to realized, some lever must have flipped as they pulled you into a tight hug.

"(Y/n)..."

You hugged them back, gently placing a hand on the back of their head to keep them close. A silent minute had past before you felt your shoulder getting wet again. "I'm so sorry." It was barely a whisper but you heard it. Neither of you said a word after that. Dakota pulled their head out from the crook of your neck and rested their forehead against your chest.

"I didn't want you to find out like this..." Their voice was small as they spoke, hands gripping tightly to the back of your shirt. You carefully set a hand on their cheek, coaxing them to look up to you. Their eyes were red and slightly puffy from crying. The bright green, almost yellow irises stood out against their pink-ish scleras. "Your eyes are so beautiful." You mumbled out without thinking.

Dakota blushed and looked away. "I know you probably don't wanna talk so let's sit down and I'll go first." You lead them over to the bed and both of you sat down. "Judging by your reaction you didn't want me knowing about the whole... Lower half thing." You paused to look at Dakota who nodded. "Sorry." You said, still processing everything. Dakota shook their head. "N-no... I..."

"I don't know what to say..." Dakota said with a heavy sigh. "It's ok. You don't have to say anything-" They cut you off before you could continue. "(Y/n) I've lied to you for 5 years about it! Of course I have to say something!" You looked away from them and sighed. "I would be lying if I said it didn't upset me that you never told me what you were." Without hesitation, you grabbed Dakotas hand again, staring at it as they let you intertwine your fingers. "But I always had a feeling you weren't exactly human anyways... Of course I wanted to know but I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable around me."

Dakota looked to your eyes, tears welling up in theirs again. You could see that they wanted to apologize for not saying anything but you just shook your head. "Kota, I could care less that your a Satyr. If anything I like you even more." You mumbled the last part but they still heard it anyway, signaled by the blush that rose to their cheeks yet again. Dakota placed their free hand on your cheek and made you look back to them.

"I love you so fucking much Kota. You don't even know. I'm sorry. This is probably a lot on top of me finding out about probably your biggest secret and the... Y'know." Dakota shook their head. "Its all been so overwhelming. I'm honestly surprised I haven't passed out yet." You let a small huff of a laugh pass as they pulled your face closer to theirs. "You seemed to have calmed down a lot." You mumbled out.

Dakota nodded. "Yeah. I guess I'm... Relieved... I've known you long enough that I know you when you aren't feigning truths." They pause for a moment. You took this moment to observe their tear stained face. "(Y/n). I dont ever want you to leave me." Their voice had been shaky since you found out about them being a Satyr but it was even worse when they said that. "I couldn't truly live if you weren't in my life Kota."

They looked at you with wide eyes. "Sorry, said something weird didnt-" You were cut off by a pair of soft lips against yours. You carefully kissed back, tangling your hand in their soft, fuffy hair. The second both of you pulled away, Dakota smiled and pulled you into a tight hug. "Kota-" "I think him breaking up with me was the best decision ever." You furrowed your brows, really confused.

"What? Why? I though you two were happy together." Dakota nodded. "I was happy. But I also saw how unhappy you were. A-and it made me realize... Just how much I wanted to make you happy because you make me happy." You couldn't say anything but just looked at them with surprise. "Can I... Can I kiss you?" You asked quietly. Dakota laughed and nodded, pulling you into a kiss.

Your hands decided to test the waters a bit and you gently ran a hand through the soft fur that coat their leg. They shivered and gripped onto your shirt, leaning into the kiss more. You pulled away and let your hand linger on their thigh. "Did... Did you really mean it when you said that you liked me more knowing I was a Satyr?" You blushed and laughed awkwardly while looking away. "Yeah... I didn't realize I said that out loud."

Dakota let out a gentle laugh and pulled you into a tight hug. "Let's take a nap, I'm tired after crying so much..." You nodded and kissed their neck softly as the two of you laid down.

"Please stay by my side."

I originally started this one shot at the paragraph that starts at "Your body stood ridgid with shock." so sorry if everything above it seemed weird-

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1890

[imagine-docx]

sneaky.

Summary: Being neighbours with a cute boy has some perks. Also, Sam is being the best wingman (no pun intended) he possibly could. [neighbour!chubby!buckyau]

Warnings: Swearing, and some insecurity mentions and some body shaming.

A/N: Hello, quarantine has me writing again as I am officially done uni for the year. So please enjoy this jumble of different AU’s thrown into one. - Amanda 

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You have lived next to James Barnes for the last two and a half years and you guys never really talked, just smiles and nods whenever you see him, and occasionally swapping mail that accidentally went to your respective houses, this was mostly because your schedules conflict but also Bucky didn’t know how to talk to a cute girl but he won't mention that part.

You’ve heard rumours about how he was a serial abuser and other nonsense from the neighbourhood, because honestly Anita from five houses down creates random fantasies she might as well be an author.

He was so used to getting stares and glares for his left prosthetic and round stomach, due to the rumours that were spread around the neighbourhood and he always shied away from contact with anyone in the area. You on the other hand? God literally sent you, so warm and loving. 

He was working on his car one day, while his cat was outside with him. Looks back to see Alpine and doesn’t see his cat, slight panic until he sees that Alpine wasn’t there, but that cat is everywhere so it doesn’t bother him that much.

He heard soft lo-fi music coming from across the fence, indicating that you were outside. He looks over and sees you sitting there, on your computer between papers and notebooks and his cat sitting with you.

To you, Alpine wasn’t much chaos, in fact, a designer, he would randomly paw at something and it clicked with you that the two outfits look good.

“I’m so sorry, my cat is bothering you.” Bucky called out.

“Not at all, he constantly is spending time over here, love him like he’s my own,” you smiled at him.

“Thank you for looking out for him,” he said, looking down at his feet.

“Not a problem. You look exhausted, come get some coffee!” You exclaimed, with the brightest smile he’s ever seen, plastered onto your face.

“Are you sure?” He didn’t want your reputation to be tainted by having him over for some coffee.

“Come! How do you take your coffee?” you said, trekking back to close all your notebooks because honestly, it's not everyday that your cute neighbour talks to you and work can always wait.

You went inside to make both of you a cup of coffee, his black, and yours with some cream and sugar. You also plated two lemon bars for the two of you, and grabbed a little yogurt from your fridge for Alpine to enjoy. 

“I’m surprised you wanted to be seen with me. Especially with all the rumours, I found everyone believing them.”

“Honestly, half of them came from Anita and she is a whackjob. I’m surprised people listen to her.” You said taking a sip of your coffee.

He laughed, “You would be surprised, people look at me like I killed someone.”

“When I first moved in she told the entire neighbourhood that I got a divorce and needed massive space from my ex husband because I found him cheating with one of his juniors. People actually believed it which makes it worse. For like a year I was getting sympathetic looks for a divorce and relationship that didn’t even happen.” You cut a piece of your lemon bar with your fork.

He laughed, and felt so much more comfortable with you, like he has known you for so long. “My old place caught on fire, and I got trapped, lost m’arm. Girl left me because I had no arm, no place to stay, hit rock bottom, gained a few pounds, and Stark helped me by getting me this arm, even though I work for him and he paid for this place for me.” He said looking down, he felt comfortable enough for you to know what happened, but avoided your look, scared of judgement. 

You reached out for his flesh hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, “You’re doing amazing James, don’t listen to what the neighbourhood chatties have to say. That’s why half of their men turn off their hearing aids when they talk.” 

He smiled and you removed your hand, “Bucky.”

“Pardon?”

“Call me Bucky.”

“Alright, Bucky. So how did Bucky derive from James, because there is no correlation” you said, shoving the piece of lemon bar into your mouth.

“From my middle name, Buchanan, and I guess it stuck with me since.”

“Wait, you work for Stark Industries?” You said realization dawning on you.

“Yeah…” He said unsurely as if you would kick him off your backyard patio set and never talk to him again. 

“I provide the latest and never seen before suits to Tony Stark!” You laughed.

“Insurrexon?” He asked.

“Yes sir, the one and only fashion director for Insurrexon.” You said.

He laughed, “So you guys are the reason he prances around his office saying his suit is worth more than everyone’s rent.”

“Sounds like a very Tony thing to do, but yes. I am the cause of that.” 

You laughed and spent the remainder of your day talking with Bucky in your backyard while Alpine takes occasional nips at the yogurt left for him.

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Since that day, you and Bucky practically became best friends. With your schedule practically all over the place you two were constantly texting to help compensate for the fact you probably saw him for a total of 10 minutes or less a day.

He noticed some days you were coming home super late and noticed the lights in your washroom and bedroom are the only lights that were on when you came home and after that he assumed you fell asleep. He felt bad knowing you didn’t eat and were constantly on the go and eating probably the most unhealthy things possible just to stay alive. So he would drop you off extra portions of whatever he made. 

Or that's what he likes to tell himself. One day on his break he saw the cutest reusable container, it was glass and had little black dresses on it with a hot pink lid, and knew it matched you perfectly. That night he had an extra portion of stir fry and rice leftover in your mailbox with a note saying, ‘make sure you eat something doll’, knowing you would check it before going inside and you would hopefully eat it. 

The next day after the longest shift he possibly could have had, he checked his mailbox and saw the container was back in his mailbox, he frowned thinking that you didn’t eat it. He saw a yellow post-it note attached to the top ‘thanks for looking out for me, btw the stir fry was delicious’ and he smiled, picking up the container he noticed it was quite weighty. He opened it and saw a slice of red velvet cake, keeping the grin on his face, he closed the container, gathered his mail and went inside. 

And that started the entire back and forth exchange of goods.

He would cook dinner for you to enjoy at night when you come home and leave it for you, the next day he got his container back with a form of a baked good.

Everyday on his way home, he was thinking of things to make you to impress you, there were lasagnas, soups with garlic bread, steaks with mashed potatoes, and he always went above and beyond to make it with love for you.

You on the other hand found it so sweet and kept giving him cute little desserts you would bake such as cupcakes, cheesecakes, and cookies, and when you couldn’t bake anything, you would make sure to pick something up on your way home from work.

This clockwork happened almost all the time.

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Bucky was in the break room at work with Sam and Steve, and Bucky couldn’t help but gush about how cute he found you.

“Aw Baby Bucky has a crushy wushy on his cute neighbour,” Sam said, reaching for his cheeks to pinch them.

“Knock it off Wilson,” Bucky said, rolling his eyes.

“Buck, I haven’t seen you this happy since Dot,” Bucky winced at the mention of his ex.

“She seems to like you, and enjoys your company, make a move,” Steve said, nudging his ribs.

“She doesn’t look at me that way,” Bucky muttered.

“Buck, she literally ignores what everyone said and openly hangs out with you, I think she likes you.” Bucky felt a little string of hope when Steve said that, but couldn’t help but feel insecure.

He was 34 years old, slightly overweight and had a prosthetic and was IT director for Stark Industries. You on the other hand were slightly younger than him at 30 years old, but, god took his time creating you, you were beautiful inside and out, had a killer personality and worked as a fashion director for one of the biggest fashion chains in North America. You two were on two different levels and you were nowhere in his league.

“So Buck, when are you gonna cook me dinner?” Sam said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Not in your lifetime.” Bucky retaliated, feeling a buzz in his pocket, he pulled out his phone and saw it was you and instantly smiled.

“His girlfriend messaged him, that's why he’s all smiley” Sam nudged him once again.

The three of them continued talking until Brock Rumlow, the resident dick and lead prosthetic designer walked in. 

Brock pushed passed Bucky to get something from the cabinets. Brock had an attitude problem with everyone and it was still surprising that he worked at Stark Industries. “James Barnes has a girlfriend? Does she close her eyes when she fucks you? Because you are hideous.”

“Rumlow,” Steve warned.

And that’s when Bucky felt coffee trickle down his skin and the scent of coffee engulfed his nose. “Hope your girlfriend cleans you up, she might as well throw you out.” Rumlow said pushing past him.

“Buck-” Sam started before making a beeline to the mens washroom.

Bucky stood in the mirror and looked at himself, his hair was drenched with coffee, his cream coloured cardigan and white shirt were covered in brown coffee splotches, his pants and shoes got minimal damage. He dunked his head over the sink and tried washing out his hair.

As his head was over the sink, there were tears in his eyes. Of course his neighbour wouldn’t like him, he was weak. He looked in the mirror knowing he would have to sit in his coffee stained outfit for the rest of the day.

“Buck? Stark wants to see you whenever you come out.” Steve said from the other side of the door, giving him some space. 

He managed to murmur out an “okay” knowing Steve’s quality hearing would have heard him. It took him a solid 30 minutes before he made his way to Stark’s office. “You wanted to see me?” Bucky said walking in.

“Ah yes, I heard about the coffee incident in the break room.” Tony said. 

“Sorry about that.”

“Not your fault, it’s Rumlow’s. Also how do you deal with Sam? I heard him screeching from here about how he was gonna, and I quote ‘Brock Rumlow’s shit so hard he wouldn’t have seen it coming.’” 

“A lot of alcohol and tuning him out.” 

“Makes sense.” Tony reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet and handed him a card, “Take this, go buy something to wear. Can’t have my top IT director brewing in coffee like he’s a piece of tiramisu.”

“No Stark I can’t take this, you’ve done a lot already.”

“Nonsense. Take Sam and Steve with you, I can’t hear Sam screeching about fighting someone for the rest of the day, that’s gonna be one hell of an HR complaint I’m gonna have to deal with.”

“You got it.”

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And that is how Bucky, Sam and Steve spent two hours walking around Brooklyn attempting to find clothes for Bucky. Bucky couldn’t find anything that made him feel right, it was emphasizing his stomach which he didn’t want to show off.

This kept making Bucky smaller, and he didn’t want to be out anymore. Sam kept trying to hype him and Steve was reassuring that he looked fine. But after that altercation in the break room, they understood that he wasn’t in the best mood and just wanted to go back to the office and have this Friday be over. 

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You were sitting in a tiny coffee shop called Dream Bean with Wanda and Natalia planning for the next collection that was supposed to drop for Valentine’s Day, the ‘Love Bomb’ collection.

“I’m thinking colours like pastels, reds, pinks, whites.” Wanda said.

“So take Valentine’s Day and throw it into a collection?” Natalia said.

“Pretty much.” You stated.

“Makes sense.” Natalia stated, taking a sip of her iced latte.

“Is this more date night and sexy lingerie?” Wanda asked, working out a sketch in her notebook.

“I mean a lot of people are single on Valentine’s Day, so why not make it a feel good collection.” You stated nonchalantly, sitting back into your chair and taking a sip of your iced coffee.

“Oh, I love having a creative genius,” Wanda exclaimed, brushing her pencil gently across the sketchbook.

“I mean it's a part of my job description,” you laughed, taking a sip out of your iced coffee and looked out the window. You noticed a familiar face. Bucky. Your heart skipped a beat, until you saw that he was drenched in coffee. Your heart hurt for him.

“Hey? Hello? Anyone home?” Natalia waved in front of your face. 

“Oh sorry.”

“You okay?” Wanda asked.

“I just saw my neighbour-”

“Oh the cute one you’re so smitten by?” Nat wiggled her brows. 

“The dinner one! Aw he’s so cute and treats her well.” Wanda said.

“He was covered in coffee and he seemed upset.” You started, wishing you could do something for him. That’s when it clicked with you, “Do we have any samples from the ‘No Guidance’ collection?”

“I think there are copies in my office.”

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Bucky got back to work and sat in his chair, and ran his hands over his face. He felt horrible and nothing could make this day better. Rumlow’s words managed to hit deeper than he wanted it too. Usually, Bucky was very dismissive about what Rumlow said, but now that you were a part of his life, it hit deeper.

The elevator dinged, signalling someone was coming up. Secretly he was hoping it was the grim reaper ready to come collect him. “Package for-” He read the package, “James Barnes?” 

“That’s me.” He said not even looking up. When he did, he was greeted by a massive navy blue box with a yellow ribbon tied around it, and saw some white text but couldn’t make out what it said due to the distance. “Thank you.”

He noticed that the box said ‘Insurrexon’ and was confused. That was the company that you worked for. He untied it and was greeted by a white paper with black pen ink staining the paper on top of the red wrapping paper protecting whatever was in the box. 

‘Was in a meeting when I saw you drenched in coffee and wanted to help you out. Hope you like it. Also, can’t have my chef soaking wet, it could get him sick’ and it was signed off with your name. 

His heart burst with awe at the fact she went out of her way to get him clothes so he wasn’t wet. Part of him was embarrassed that she saw him in that state, but the joy overtook that feeling. He took the clothes to the washroom and was going to change.

He worried that he wouldn’t fit in it, but as he slid the items on, it fit. Maybe you did have a good knowledge at measurements and knew what would fit.

He looked himself in the mirror and grinned at the fact she picked an all black outfit with a light washed denim jacket and some black combat boots, he was upset at the fact that she knew how big he was, but was overtaken by happiness as his neighbour, someone he took such an interest in, picked this out, out of the goodness of her own heart.

Once he walked out of the washroom he was whistled at by Sam, “Looking good girl.”

“I thought you didn’t like anything.” Steve stated.

“His lovely girl at Insurrexon sent him stuff,” Sam said, holding up the note with his hands.

“Hey!” Bucky grabbed it. “None of your business.”

“Alright ‘chef’.” Sam mocked.

Bucky reached out to slap Sam’s head. “Hey, hey, hey, no workplace violence!” Steve said, breaking it up. 

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It was the end of the day and Bucky had to drop reports back off to Tony. He walked in and gave him all the files that Tony needed. “Is that Insurrexon?”

“Yeah,” he responded.

“Look at you go, getting into the big leagues, huh?” Tony punched his shoulder, “Wait, was it on my credit card?” Tony nearly cried out.

“No-”

“Wait, this collection didn’t even come out yet. How did you get this and how much did you spend?” Tony cried out.

“One of my friends work for Insurrexon and sent it to me for free.”

“Was it a lady friend?” Tony wiggled his eyebrows. Bucky blushed, “IT WAS! But honestly Tinman, you had a long day. Go home, get some rest, spend some time with your girl. I’ll see you Monday.” Tony said shooing Bucky out of his office. 

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Upon reaching home, Bucky realized how expensive the brand truly was, and the amount of hype behind it. He also realized that Tony wasn’t lying and this was a collection that didn’t even come out yet, yet you still gave him a copy of it. He paced around his living room, even though his paycheque said he made quite the amount of money, the worth of this collection laughed at that amount. He couldn’t possibly pay it back. He was running through scenarios on how to bring it up and pay her back. He finally looked back at the clothing that he folded and put into a bag to return, and saw Alpine looking up at him, “What should I do, bud?” Alpine just meowed back at him before leaving and returning to wherever he was.

It was close to eight pm when he noticed that you came back home. Your car was in your driveway, and your living room light was on. He had to pump himself up before walking over to your door, he knocked on it three times before you opened it.

You looked even more beautiful, and he didn’t even know it was possible. There you were, makeup free, hair dampened signalling you showered, a pair of black shorts, and an oversized grey NASA shirt. He noticed you were on the phone and mouthed, “I’ll come back later.” He turned around and was about to walk off. 

That’s when you grabbed his flesh wrist and pulled him inside. Closing the door behind him, he kicked off his shoes and admired your living room. He was unsure if he should sit, he looked at you as you were talking to whoever it was. You looked back at him, and signalled for him to sit down. He cautiously sat on your couch. Pen in your hand, you wrote on the post-it note.

“That’s just gonna delay ‘FIVE’ and we’re going to have to push back ‘Love Bomb’ which will have to be scrapped until next year,” you said running your hand through your hair.

Whoever was on the other line said something, you sighed, “It’s a Friday night, I can’t worry about this. Send out an email scheduling an interview on Tuesday for all the directors of different divisions.”

He admired you, even in comfortable clothes, you were a business woman strategizing ways to not prevent any delays. “Yeah, so me, Nat, Wanda, Okoye, Nebula, Val, Carole and Erik.” You wrote it down on your little post-it note, “Alright, thanks Gamora. Have a good weekend.” You said before hanging up. 

You turned around being greeted by Bucky sitting there, “Hi,” he said letting out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

“Hi there. Sorry about that, work has my ass on a platter right now,” you said, chuckling, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“It’s okay,” he looked down and remembered why he came, “You didn’t have to do what you did.”

“And what was it I did?” You asked ridding your dining room table of the computer and a few sheets of paper that were littered across the table.

“Give me clothes.” He responded watching your movements.

“Bucky, it’s not a problem. You looked upset and I wanted to help you,” and after those words left your mouth, his heart nearly exploded into tiny pieces.

“I can’t possibly pay you back for this. Even Tony said it was too expensive.” Bucky said rambling. 

“Bucky, do not worry about it. You don’t have to pay me back,” you said gently.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“If you want to do something, hang out with me,” you said.

“Pardon?”

“We could order dinner? Dessert? Mario Kart? I am open to criticism.” You said jokingly.

“I’d like that,” Bucky said grinning from ear to ear.

“Alright soldier, what are you craving?”

“Pizza?” He said.

“Alright.” 

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Of course it was a Friday night and your favourite pizza joint had an hour wait time before they could make your order, and don’t forget the 30 minute delivery window. And honestly, you both didn’t mind and enjoyed each other’s company. Yet here you were sitting on your couch playing Mario Kart together. “I fell off again,” he grumbled at rainbow road.

“Hah- oh no,” you said, getting blue-shelled.

“I just fell off, how can I possibly fall off again?” He exclaimed.

“No no no, don’t red shell me.” You said, rushing to the finish line. The moment you crossed it, ‘FINISH’ flashed across the screen. 

Bucky got up at the sound of the knock on the door, “Pizza’s here.”

“Oh, use my card to pay!” You said going to get your wallet from your bag.

“No Doll, I owe you,” he went to the door.

You stood hovered over your bag due to your cheeks burning from him calling you ‘Doll’. You went to the kitchen and grabbed two plates, and two cups getting ready to set the table. Bucky joined you in the dining room with the extra large pepperoni pizza, wings and soda. 

For some reason, to the both of you, this felt right. Like this is something that you two should be constantly doing. You two were laughing at childhood stories, work stories and other funny things that have happened to you two. He helped you clean up the table and wrap up the extras. 

You took out two pieces of plum cobbler and warmed it up, “Ice cream?” you asked.

“Do you have?” Bucky asked.

“What kind of girl would I be if I didn’t have any?” You joked.

“You have a point,” he laughed.

You two were back at the dining room table. Bucky let out a heavenly groan as he took a bite of the plum cobbler, “I love plum so much, and this tastes amazing.”

“Plum is that fruit that you can always enjoy,” you said, taking a bite of your own.

“I’ve been meaning to ask, where do you get these desserts? They’re amazing,” he said, taking another bite.

You sheepishly said, “I bake the majority of them.”

“They’re amazing, doll. Maybe you should get out of the fashion industry and get into baking.” He joked.

“I don’t know about that part,” you chuckled, “Wanda and Nat might have my head on a stick if I leave.”

“You guys are that close?” Bucky asked.

“Practically attached by the hip. We met in freshman year of college because of this stupid textile course. Here we are ten years later, in the same company. What about you? Any close friends that are work friends but would also commit manslaughter if you left the company?”

He laughed at the comment, “I have Steve, him and I have been friends since childhood and he kept getting beat up in alleys and I had to save him. Then there’s Sam, the drama queen. Him and I met through Steve.”

You nodded your head, signalling you understood. “I don’t want to intrude, but what happened today? Why was there coffee all over you?”

He shifted in his seat, “Oh, uh.”

“You don’t have to answer. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m feeling much better now, sugar,” he said, grabbing your hand and giving a gentle squeeze with his flesh hand. 

“That’s all that matters,” You said squeezing back

The two of you continued eating your dessert in harmony, occasionally making jokes.

➽───────────────❥

Bucky didn’t want to go, but it was nearly 1:30 am and he should probably let you sleep. He was strategically trying to leave the clothes on your couch without you noticing, which obviously failed.

You leaned against your door with one bag containing the clothes you gave him and the other containing leftovers and a good portion of the plum cobbler he seemed to enjoy. “Goodnight,” he said, prior to trying to walk off your porch. 

“Wait, Bucky?” You asked.

He turned around, “Yes sugar?” 

You hugged him, at first he couldn’t believe it, but knew this possibly wouldn’t happen again and hugged back. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Anytime doll,” he was so ecstatic, he didn’t notice that you slipped the two bags into his hands. 

“See you around?” You asked, sheepishly.

“Of course.”

You let out a smile, “Night Bucky,” before the door closed.

He smiled, before realizing she slipped him food and the clothes. He shook his head and trekked his way home.

➽───────────────❥

Over the next 2 weeks, you and Bucky got so much more closer. He came to Insurrexon when she was in and could take breaks. Other than that you tried to meet up at random diners, restaurants, bakeries, wherever was convenient to the both of you.

➽───────────────❥

It was a Friday afternoon and Bucky was irritated, Brock was making sly comments about him knowing that Bucky heard it. And on several occasions, Steve had to hold back Sam from swinging and Sam stating that, “Rumlow isn’t ready for this smoke.”

Bucky sat at his desk looking over the file Tony gave him this morning and making notes in the margin for him and Bruce to look over once Monday hit. He felt someone’s presence next to him, “Brock I don’t wanna deal with this right now,” he mumbled out, not even looking up.

“Brock? From Pokémon? I always thought I was more of a Rosa from Black and White two,” you joked.

Once he heard the familiar voice, his head snapped up and grinned, leaning back into his chair, “Thought you were more of a May from Sapphire.”

You laughed, “Is that my favourite fashion director from Insurrexon?” Tony called out.

“Of course it is,” you turned to Tony, smiled and pushed back your hair.

“Are you bringing me some new designs? Or are you terrorizing my IT director?” He said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“I prefer the second one.”

Bucky enjoyed the banter between you and Tony, “Then you are banished from my company.”

“Before you banish me, can you at least let me steal your IT director for an hour for coffee? I will bring him back in perfect condition.” You pleaded.

Tony pretended to think, “Fine, I’ll give you an hour and fifteen, but I want him back in mint condition.”

You said, “Scouts honour.”

Bucky got up and stretched his knees, “If anything comes up, let Sam deal with it until I get back.”

“I would rather not, I’ll pass it off to Banner and hopefully he doesn’t rage out.” Tony joked.

“See you at the Rocket fashion show in a few weeks?” You asked Tony.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’ll bring Tinman with me,” he joked.

“Doll, meet me at the elevator? I want to pass my file to Banner before I leave.” Bucky asked.

“Of course. Bye Tony,” you said before walking back to the elevator you just rode up.

Bucky grabbed the file off the desk, “So this is the girl who has my Bucky Barnes smitten?” Tony said, examining his movement. 

He blushed and stuttered, “N-no, where did you get that from?”

“Buck, you literally called her doll, and the way you look at her says otherwise,” Tony said, “Don’t let her slip out of her fingers, she is a wonderful person and I can tell that she genuinely likes you back,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet and handed him a card, “It’s on me, now go get your girl.”

“Thanks Tony,” Bucky murmured out.

“Don’t worry Buck, now I will pass this on to the big guy,” Tony spoke, taking the file out of his hand.

Bucky met you at the elevator, you were leaning against the wall on your phone waiting for him. He finally took in how gorgeous you looked today. A quarter sleeve baby blue button up that was fashionably tucked into the high waisted dark blue skinny jeans, some black heels and rose gold jewelry to accent it all. “You ready Doll?”

“Been ready, let’s get some coffee. You look like you need it.” You said.

He smiled and pressed the button for down, you two were laughing and Bucky’s face dropped when the elevator doors opened. Rumlow. He got in, and you could feel the tension. You grabbed his hand and reassuringly squeezed it and kept your fingers interlocked.

Earlier when you were walking in the building, you ran into Steve and Sam by accident who were coming in from their ‘afternoon stroll’ and Sam went off and told you everything about Rumlow. “You know you don’t deserve someone like Chubs over there, why don’t you get with me instead, I’ll show you a good time.” Rumlow said.

“And you don’t deserve a job here, I can’t wait to go to Tony and let him know there’s a harassment claim against one of his employees. He wouldn’t like to hear that his favourite company can’t be providing him fashion anymore because of a harassment claim, would he now?” You gritted.

“Bitch,” Rumlow muttered before getting off.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Bucky said, trying to let go of your hand.

You kept a grip on his hand, “I don’t have to, but I do. You don’t deserve any of that.” “So where do we wanna go?” Bucky said. 

“Up to you,” you smiled at him.

“Well, we are going somewhere expensive because Tony gave me his card,” he chuckled.

You laughed, “Can’t wait.”

➽───────────────❥

You stuck out your tongue, turned back around and walked in the direction of your home.

You and Bucky enjoyed your time at the cafe. He ordered a large black coffee and a plum tart, you ordered a large iced coffee and a rainbow bit cake. His hour was up and you were walking him back to Stark Industries. Your left hand in his right hand, everything about this seems normal.

You two laughed in harmony. You turned towards him, “I’m done for the rest of the day. Movie tonight?” You asked.

“Of course.”

Bucky was about to walk off, before you called out, “Hey Bucky?”

He turned back, “Yeah doll?”

You reached out and grabbed his hand, and pulled him closer to you. You planted a soft kiss on his lips. His eyes widened, upon realization, he kissed you back.

You pulled away, “I promised Tony his IT director back, I’ll be waiting for you to come back.”

He kissed your knuckles, “I can’t wait.”

You were walking away, but turned back. “Also, don’t kill Sam. He told me everything.”

He blushed then realization hit him as to what you just said and let out a loud groan, “You two are the sneakiest.”

[arhvste]

Okay bear with me but may I request scenarios where kuroo, bokuto, and atsumu are doing the “He got all the drugs and I got all the guns” tik tok trend with their s/o (separately) and like they are wearing the whole shebang heels, dresses, crop tops, makeup, wigs ,etc that’s only if you want to of course n e ways have an awesome day🤩

OMG ARE U A MIND READER I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS AND SPECIFICALLY THESE BOYS DOING THIS TREND FOR WEEKS 🤯

just in case you didn’t know i’m referencing this trend 😼

KUROO, BOKUTO AND ATSUMU DOING THE FAMOUS (I’M THE ONE) TIKTOK TREND WITH THEIR S/O

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KUROO

when you first show him the trend on tiktok he just laughs 

then you suggest the two of you doing it and he goes quiet

he’s really thinking about it 

he secretly is more than happy to do it with you 

but he’ll find out how far he can tease you first

“and what do i get out of doing this?”

“spending quality time with the love of your life duh”

“it’s gonna take a bigger reward than that for the expense of me making a fool of myself online princess”

“PS5?”

then he’s like 👀

he wasn't expecting an actual good reward but if that’s what you’re willing to do for it 

he won’t actually make you buy one for him don't worry

he’s just amused that you’re that adamant about doing it 

he will absolutely let you pick out what clothes of his you want to wear

you’ll pick out what he wears from your wardrobe though because he is not about to stretch your cute clothes with his big body

you end up giving him an elasticated crop top and some loose baggy sweatpants

he will 100% let you do his make up and hold accessories

he is stunning with a natural make up look

a pretty highlight to his cheekbones, bridge and tip of his nose, inner corners of the eye and brow bone

light pink blush on his cheeks and nose

slim eyeliner and a light pink natural lip colour

he actually suggested wearing super obnoxious fake eyelashes 

“i am NOT having you look like a tacky abg kuroo”

“but then we can say you’re a kevin nguyen, it fits”

‘nO!!” 

to finish the look he’s holding a white clutch bag of yours 

he almost looks seductive 👁👅👁

he actually looks so good in your outfit

“i think i pull this off better than you”

you’re wearing some training shorts, one of his favourite t shirts and a black nike cap 

so you set your phone up and the music starts to play

immediately you two are in fits of giggles though 

it takes you two approximately 8 attempts to finally get it right 

and when you watch it back you’re in for a shock

kuroo can throw it BACK

he doesn’t even have a particularly noticeable ass 

like he has one but it’s nothing like bokuto’s

but when he throws it back his ass is thicccccc

even he’s surprised at how well he pulls it off

he pulls the whole routine off

from the way his hips seductively sway, the pure sass in his walk as he struts into the camera frame and the way he rolls his body

honestly you think he makes a better girl than you

“good aren’t i? god i could almost date myself”

“yeah if you’re into 6″2 hairy girls with a hyena laugh” 

he’s looking down at his very manly and unshaven legs

“let me shave it and i’d date myself”

you guys upload it and you’re a hit 

“let’s move to LA right now tell the hype house they’ve got two new members joining”

“kuroo, i am NOT joining the hype house and neither are you. 😐”

overall i really think you guys would have fun with this trend and kuroo makes sure to send the video to both of your families who enjoy watching it as much as you guys enjoyed making it 

“the roles have reversed i’m your pretty girl now y/n~”

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BOKUTO

he’s the one who brings it up to you

“babe look at this we HAVE to try it please please please!”

you laugh at him and agree to it 

he is so excited he already knows what choreography he is doing

you guys go to get changed and he lets you pick whatever you want out of his wardrobe 

this boy is pure muscle he is huge 

anything of his you wear will be like a dress on you

regardless you still take your time deciding what you want to wear

PLEASE pick his volleyball jersey and shorts he will literally cry from happiness

it would make his whole year 

so you do just that 

he is literally melting at the sight of you in his volleyball uniform

“BABY YOU HAVE TO WEAR THAT TO ALL MY MATCHES”

“-but you’ll be wearing it... at your matches... when you play 👁👄👁”

so bokuto will not be fitting into your tight fitting clothes that's for sure

but he will happen to fit into one of your cute flirty sundresses where the top half is made to be able to adjust the size

he is twirling around and flicking the skirt about once you manage to wrangle him in it 

he’s like a giddy school girl

again, he will definitely be up for you to apply make up on him

nothing too heavy but just enough so you can tell he’s wearing some

pretty light yellow eyeshadow, highlighted features and faded eyeliner

you pull his hair into two tight little buns

he’s really feeling the part now

so you guys go to film the tiktok and he is jumping around like an excited kid

you manage to film your parts pretty well first try but he isnt too happy with his performance

“i don't know i just feel like i could’ve thrown it back a bit more”

so you refilm until he is content with his part

which by the way is after 14 tries so thank the lords you are patient when it comes to him

it is so worth it though

the practices paid tf off because bokuto is throwing his cake about like nobodies business

he be serving a piece for everyone fr 

immediately after you film it he wants to show akaashi 

to which akaashi isn't surprised when he watches it 

he does snicker at his phone when he does watch it though

neither you or bokuto really care about views etc 

this was all just for fun after all but you upload it anyway not giving it much thought

and just like that the two of you are an overnight sensation

comments are flooding the notifications 

“his ass routine? drop it noW!!”

“what's his work out routine i need cake like his 😩😩”

“my boyfriend said he has a fatter ass than me so im currently crying 😔🤚🏽”

the nekoma, fukurodani and karasuno boys are BUGGIN tf out 

they're all calling you and sending you the video for confirmation that it is actually you two 

it’s not like bokuto is hard to tell apart but they still want your confirmation 

“REMEMBER ME WHEN YOU’RE FAMOUS BOKUTO-SAN!!”

“OF COURSE HINATA WHEN WE’RE RICH WE’LL ADOPT YOU CAN LET YOU MOVE INTO OUR TIKTOK MANSION!”

he is SUCH a child but he’s the man child you fell in love with

needless to say this video will be played at the wedding and anniversaries to come 

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ATSUMU

atsumu is constantly irritating you to be one of those tiktok couples with him

he’s convinced the two of you were made for the tiktok lifestyle 

everytime you roll your eyes and decline 

but you decide to give him the opportunity when a certain trend catches your eye 

“baby, when i said i wanted to be tiktok famous i meant like the dances n cute videos where people compliment us n call us hot. this aint it chief”

“fine then, guess i’ll ask samu”

he doesn't even give u the chance to get up after you say that

“no nO I”LL DO IT 😠”

he is reluctant at first 

ideally he wanted to make the tiktoks where you’re the one throwing it back on him not vice versa

anything to make you happy though i guess

he will pick out both of your outfits

if he’s going to do this tiktok, the least he’s going to make sure of is that you both fit his aesthetic 

so you’re wearing typical clothes he’d wear to the gym

his gym clothes are actually stylish though

you will NOT catch atsumu wearing anything ugly that includes gym clothes

unlike a certain other setter who thought wearing plaid shorts was acceptable cough cough oikawa

he chooses to wear a tight dress 

it’s stretchy though so don’t worry he isn't stretching out and ruining your clothes 

“why are you wearing that? you can see a little too much there ratsumu”

“uh so people can see you have a boyfriend that's obviously packin heat 🙄”

“i hate you 😀”

he is hesitant about wearing make up

but you explain to him since you’re doing it you might aswell go all out so he finally gives in

you won’t put a lot on him though just to compromise with him slightly 

light highlight, blended out eyeliner, natural lip colour 

he’s surprisingly impressed and pulls out his phone to take a few selfies before getting ready to film the ‘stupid’ video with you

he insists he doesn't need to practice

“im good at everythin’ i do and everyone is gonna see that when we film this shit”

surprisingly it does only take you guys one attempt to get it right

atsumu is good at body rolls periodt  

he can throw it back 

but his body rolls chileee

he looks flexible asf 

he is serving absolute attitude 

you also did take notice of him using one hand to slyly cover his private area out of modesty though

because he found you were in fact right about how that dress really did show everything 

he incorporates it well into his choreography though nobody would be able to tell he was trying to cover himself 

“baby we look so fuckin hot. im talkin more bout me but you’re still sexy too”

he adds so many hashtags to the caption

#couple #hot #imhotter #fyp #foryoupage #tiktokcouple #couplegoals #hotboy #sexyboy #hotathlete #attractivemale #eboy #trending #makeusfamous

you just roll your eyes and let him get on with it 

im so sorry but you guys don’t get many views

atsumu is pissed

“we put so much effort in why’s it not gettin attention?!”

“calm down babe we only posted it 2 minutes ago”

give it a few days and you guys do blow up though 

im talking 867K likes

and to atsumu’s delight the comments are mostly complimenting you both 

“told ya this was a good idea”

“it was my idea?? 😐”

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requests are open!!

[everly-kindred]

Eve’s Diary - Entry #91

Date: 14th of February, 2028

Dear Diary, 

Well! It has been a very eventful couple of weeks leading to Valentines, and most of it is good! Honestly, I’m so excited for spring. I’m ready for the snow and ice to go away, and I’ve come to realise that aside from Halloween, Valentines might be my favourite holiday. I mean, I love all of them but, yeah. 

So I tried this potion called essence of euphoria for the first time, with Ruby. I bought some last Hogsmeade Weekend. Ruby and I played some question games, and it was really silly. It made me feel very… light and soft. Like I had sunshine in my belly, which, the potion is all sunshine yellow, so that makes sense. And Ruby kept saying all these things, calling me pretty and stuff. It was a good memory, I think. I want to buy more from Hogsmeade, but I have to save my allowance a little. 

I got to talk to Aures a little, and I met some other Gryffindors - one named Andie, the other named Candice. Candice seems nice, and I offered to help her with herbology homework because she was struggling with aconite. Andie is… lively. And energetic, but… I’ve heard her say some mean things to Jamie, so I’m not sure how to feel about her. Ressy likes her though, so… I dunno. 

In Potions Theory, we got to talk about Love Potions which I guess is something we do every year around this time of year. Not that I’m complaining, I have that subject matter practically memorised. I love the idea of love potions! Or maybe I just love love. Anyways, we got to smell amortentia again. I smelled chocolate chip cookies, and firewood like the smoke from campfires and fireplaces, and honeysuckle, which made me really wish it was spring again. I wish I could wear amortentia as a perfume. I wonder if you could actually do that? And then you’d smell like whatever attracts other people. I wouldn’t want that kind of attention, though, I’d want to just smell it for myself, you know? 

Jamie found me in the art room when I was painting some stuff I had seen from the vision. We talked about it for a long time. I learned some things about the vision I hadn’t known, and so did they, because we both focused on different things when we were seeing it. It’s so strange to share that exact memory with someone else, but, it’s also kind of cool, and comforting. Jamie told me that they’re dating Ressy now, and I thought I’d be jealous, but… I think it’s sort of good? I know Ressy has always wanted other friends, and I do too, so it sort of feels like even though we’re kind of growing in different directions right now, it means it’ll be better to grow together later. Like, become our own people rather than being isolated together, I guess. 

Cupid’s Corner and the rose grams came back again. I got one rose from Jamie, and it was a new friend rose. I’m going to hang it from the poster frame of my bed so that it dries in a good shape, and then I’ll keep it forever. And then I put in Cupid’s Corner messages for a few people, but not as much as I did last year or that I would’ve liked to, and I didn’t send any roses at all. I guess I felt really tired and lazy. Maybe a bit sad and homesick? Like, I’m all pent up, and I keep dreaming of just getting on my broom and flying away for a little bit, having an adventure. 

In Divinations, we did divination with cats! I was very glad to not have brought Puck to this lesson, because he doesn’t really get along with other cats. Like, he doesn’t mind them, but if he gets frustrated or wants to go outside, he’ll bother them. Anyways, I got to divine with this orange cat, the tag said Sir Pounce de Leon, but if he were my cat, I’d have named him Goose or Cashmere. I love his name, anyways. And I ended up staying in the room way after everyone else had left, because he fell asleep in my lap and it seemed like it was against the law to move. 

We did the flutterby bush class again, which I always love, and then it was time to prepare for the Hearty Party. Mum sent me this dress I had from a few years ago, but she’d used magic to colour it, and my granny tailored it to fit me better since I’ve grown a little. And then she gave me this sparkly undershirt thingy to wear with it, and a big pink ribbon. Oh, and this piece of costume jewelry that’s like a big opal to wear as a necklace. Honestly, this was probably my favourite outfit I’ve ever worn, and I didn’t really wanna take it off. I just love love! And love themes! And for the party, I coloured the ends of my hair red and then braided it and tied it up.

The Hearty Party this year was pretty cool. The theme was Medusa and Athena, which I thought was interesting. I heard they’ve done greek themes for years now. They apparently did Poseidon at one point, and there was sushi and stuff and it was all underwater themed, and I wish I could have seen it! I ate berry flavoured cheesecake and fruit lemonade, and then I ended up leaving early because there was so many people in there and so much going on, that I got a little overwhelmed. 

I ran into Casey, also. He’d gotten into some sort of fight with Peach and she stormed off, and Andie and this Slytherin girl Alexandra teased him. He seemed really upset, so I stopped him and told him if he needed to talk to a friend, or anything like that, I’m here. He went to the common rooms and I haven’t seen him since, but it’s only been a day so… I just hope he’s okay and has friends to talk to if he needs it. 

And then this is where it gets… interesting? Weird? Bobby found me in the clocktower. I was playing exploding snap by myself, so we started talking and were gonna play some games, but then a bunch of older students showed up, so he picked me up and carried me to this secret room behind a painting! I don’t think I’ve been carried since I was little, and even then it was by my parents! 

Anyways, we started to play the game. We talked about favourite holidays, worst things we’ve ever done. We talked about what we thought about marriage and family, like, when we’re older. He says he wants to have a yacht which is like a big fancy rich people boat, and I told him I want to travel in a van or even a caravan and sometimes by broom, like, see the world? 

But then we started talking about crushes, and he told me that Talula had talked to him about me and that she thought I might like him, which, she’s not wrong. And I told Bobby that I did like him, and Ruby, too, and he told me he liked me back! And he kissed me on the cheek! But then, he asked if we were supposed to kiss or something, and… And I got so nervous that I just kissed him on the cheek and ran away! 

I had told him I didn’t want to make things weird with out friendship, but, I also kind of don’t want to let this go. I don’t really know what to do. Bobby is one of my closest friends, it’d wreck me if I lost him for some reason or another, but, maybe I’m overthinking it? I need to ask Marigold or Talula or someone for their thoughts. Someone older, with some experience. Though, Talula did talk about Chadwick apparently being a knob, so… I dunno. 

My brain is all kinds of confused, now. But, we’ll figure it out. I’m sure it’ll all be okay. So! Until then.

Much love, Everly

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Familiar | Bang Chan

Hey dear, I have this one shot/fanfiction idea but since I can't write I thought I'd request it from you x3 I can't stop thinking about a school AU in which Chan is a basketball player/captain and falls for the new girl in his class 🥺so if requests are open and if you have time, it would be nice if you could write that or something similar, thank you 💖

- @chansdimple

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Pairing: High Schooler!Reader x Basketball Player!Bang Chan

Genre: Neutral // Romance

Warnings: Fem!Reader

Preamble: Change is extremely difficult, and moving to a new city with a new school was no exception. The classes are difficult, the people are loud, and the melodramatic behaviour seemed to constantly be at a ten. You felt suffocated - until you take a chance on a night out with a new friend.

You were conflicted, to say the least.

The idea of starting anew, in a strange place, with strange people you didn’t know, was, well, strange. Your hands were clasping the hem of your shirt, fiddling with the fabric in an attempt to calm your mind. You hated this feeling. It wasn’t something you generally chased after.

On the other hand, knowing that you were about to walk into a building in which no one knew you was almost relieving, in its own way. All of your awkward moments and incredible public mishaps were now ancient history. No one here could possibly know about that time in the second grade when you tried to pet the class turtle and somehow, someway was outpaced by it. No one would know about those times when you were so exhausted from the night before that you actually walked directly into a door.

Feeling a mix of glee and terror, you adjusted your grip on your bag’s handle and pulled open the front door. You were immediately greeted by a swarm of students, all moving simultaneously to their desired classrooms. You glanced around the foyer until you spotted the main office, briskly walking inside.

There were stark white walls on all four sides of the room, most of which were decorated with various trophies, class photos, and calendars. Six chairs were lined against two of the walls, providing seating for two rather angry students.

“Are you aware of how many times you’ve both been sent into my office this month? Nine. Nine times. I didn’t even think it was possible to piss off your teachers that much! Now, you’re both getting into fistfights before classes even start!” A middle aged man in an unbutton grey work suit fixed his tie with a huff. “If this happens one more time, you’re both getting suspended. Do I make myself clear?” He asked. The two boys sitting on the chairs adjacent to the man nodded their heads. “Get out of here.”

You cleared your throat after watching as the two boys sulked out of the office. The man’s face suddenly lit up.

“Hello, there! You must be Y/n. I’m Mr. Hanson. I trust you had a warm welcome?” He asked. You cocked your head in curiosity.

“What welcome?” You asked. “Did I miss someone?” The man peered past your shoulder through the window of the office door.

“Ah, your welcome committee is a little preoccupied.” He said. He found his way past you to open the door, waving a group of students over. “She’s over here, guys.”

You watched as four students strolled into the room, each with a very distinct aura about them. The first was a boy with red hair and serious features. He wore a pair of red jeans and a white tee, tucked in towards the front. He held out his hand to you, suddenly smiling, which changed everything about the way you had perceived him.

“I’m Felix. It’s nice to meet you.” He said. You returned the smile and shook his hand.

“Y/n.”

The second person to greet you was a girl with straight black hair, and equally dark eyes. Her clothes were viciously pink, and she sported a pair of heels with a myriad of jewelry. She immediately slapped a seemingly fake smile onto her face and waved.

“I’m Stacey.” She said, adjusting the way her bag rested against her hip.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You said. She exposed teeth, then turned to Felix, grabbing hold of his arm. First impressions said that they were dating.

The third person in line was a blond haired boy with a smile that screamed cheer. His yellow tee and blue jeans seemed to convert the same message.

“Hey! I’m Jisung. It’s very nice to meet you, Y/n.” He said, shaking your hand. You smiled at his enthusiasm. “This is Chan.” Jisung said, gesturing towards the fourth and final student.

Chan donned a pair of ripped blue jeans, a black hoodie, and a jean jacket to top it all off. His hair was dyed an almost silvery colour, and his curly bangs laid across his forehead in a stylish way. He gave you a polite smile, waving at you. You waved back, trying to avoid breaching the personal space of the five people around you. Suddenly the bell rang, signaling the last of the wandering students to hustle their way to class.

“Alright. Y/n, I’ve chosen these particular students in part because of your shared class schedules. If you stick to them, you shouldn’t get lost. I wish you luck!” Mr. Hanson said. You smiled and nodded.

“Yes, thank you.”

The five of you made your way to what seemed to be the math classroom. In every classroom you entered, the sea of students would follow you with their gaze until you sat, and even then, some curious eyes would remain glued to your figure. Jisung and Stacey seemed to always be on either side of you, with Felix on the other side of Stacey, and Chan on the other side of Jisung. The day was mostly uneventful until your last class.

You had carefully selected your elective - photography. It was simple enough - or at least that’s what you thought - but held your interest as well.

The photography class was rather small, and the only people shared the class with were Stacey and Felix. Throughout the day, she seemed to grow ever-annoyed at your mere presence. Felix waved you over to where they both sat, smiling.

“C’mon, Y/n!” He exclaimed. You smiled warmly at his invitation and obliged, sliding on his opposite side. Stacey let out a huff, rapping her fingers on her desk.

“Where are Chan and Jisung?” You asked, placing your bag on the desk in front of you. Felix began to take his camera out of the case, setting it up for whatever it was that they were about to do.

“They have basketball practice during the elective periods. Chan is the captain, and Jisung is his right hand, in a sense. They both work out plays and stuff together.” Felix paused and looked at you. “I honestly don’t know anything about basketball. I hope that made sense.” He began laughing bashfully. You laughed along with him, your eyes pinching with glee.

“Alright. I got it.” You said, glancing at Stacey. She seemed to be in a progressively worse mood as you and Felix spoke. It took you all day, but you thought you might have finally figured her out. She was jealous, which you thought was absolutely ridiculous.

A moment later, the photography teacher - who also happened to be your history teacher - walked to the front of the class.

“Alright, guys. I know I told you all about what’s going on this week, but Y/n wasn’t here, so I’ll recap.” Mr. Hanson said. “You all have one week to create a fifteen photo portfolio of the nature near and on our school premises. Each of you can have one partner.” He said. “You’ll be graded individually, not as a pair, so I suggest you both work on it.”

You peered around the classroom. It seemed as if everyone already had a partner. You stood to delve further into the lump of students, but heard your name.

“Y/n, I could partner with you.” Felix said from his seat. “It’s your first time, and I know it’s hard to work with someone you haven’t met yet.” You smiled at him thankfully.

“Uh-” Stacey immediately chimed in. “Felix, honey, we’re partners.” She said. “Plus, I have the good camera.” She grinned and pointed at the camera case that sat neatly on her desk.

“Yeah, but I think it would be nice if I helped Y/n out.” He explained. “She’s still new.” Stacey deadpanned before shaking her head.

“Yeah, but I doubt she knows anything about photography, and this is too important of a portfolio to mess up.” She explained. You looked to the ground.

“It’s alright, Felix. Thanks, but I can find someone else.” You said. Felix frowned, but nodded.

“Alright, but let me know if you need any help.” He added. You smiled and made your way over to the other students. Most of them had been given enough time to already have their partners, and were already discussing how they’d go about the project. After a few more moments of searching, you came back with no results. You let out a sigh, making your way to Mr. Hanson.

“Hey, Mr. Hanson?” You said. He turned and smiled at you.

“Hey, How’s it going? Did you get a partner yet?” He asked. You shook your head.

“No, but I think I’ll be alright working alone. I think I work best that way.” You explained. He contemplated the idea, and hummed in agreement.

“Alright, but I’ll be keeping an eye out to see if you’re struggling. Do your best.” He said.

The rest of the period was grueling as you relied solely on the paper instructions for the school’s camera. It wa nothing like you had used before. By the end of the hour, you were just about ready to throw the technology at a wall.

You shoved the last of your belongings into your bag as the final bell rang, letting out an exasperated sigh. Your body felt a little heavier than usual from such a stressful day.

As your hands flattened out on the front set of double doors, you heard footsteps coming from behind you.

“Y/n?” Chan said. You feigned happiness, not yet ready to deal with another awkward conversation.

“Hey...” You said. He cocked his head to the side as the corners of his lips tugged downward.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, jogging over. “Rough first day?” You let out a chuckle.

“Yeah, but it could’ve been worse.” You said. He grinned, looking down.

“What an optimist.” He teased. You giggled, pushing the door open. He raised his arm out to hold it for you, waiting as you slipped past the frame. He followed suit, then shoved a hand in one of his jacket pockets.

“How was your day?” You asked. He seemed to contemplate, then bobbed his head left and right.

“Not too bad. Practice was tough, but the day was otherwise good.” He said. You smiled.

“Good, good.” You said. He hopped forward.

“Do you have to be home?” He asked. You raised an eyebrow skeptically.

“Not particularly. Why?”

“I know what’ll cheer you up.” He waved his arm to get you to follow him as he approached a black car. You made your way over to him, hesitant.

“Where are we going?”

“The joy is in the surprise, milady.” He made a grand gesture with his arm as he said the name, which earned a chuckle from you.

“Alright, alright. Just not too far.” You said. “I need to be home by sundown.”

“That’s as long as I need.” He grinned. “Let’s go!”

You laid your bag on the floor of the passenger seat.

“Let’s go!”

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Domestic brio prompt: one of the kids call Rio dad or Marcus call Beth mom.

This one blew out a bit, anon! And isn’t exactly what you asked for, but I hope it scratches the itch anyway, haha. :-) 

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Beth’s still pulling Marcus and Jane’s backpacks out of their classroom cubbies when Jane scrambles up beside her, a splotch of vivid, dried green paint on the front of her dress, and a determined look on her face.

“We gotta go to the special store,” Jane says purposefully, and Beth blinks down at her, surprised. The special store has never exactly been Jane’s favourite place after all, and Beth had honestly avoided taking her there after a particularly spectacular tantrum last year in the buttons and clasps aisle.

Because that was the thing about the special store – it was special to Beth, not to the kids. It was the craft store – any craft store, really, the nickname having stuck after Beth’s first bout of post-partum with Kenny, when the only thing that had been able to get her out of bed – hell, the only thing that had reignited her dulled nerves – was the purposeful colour coordination of balls of yarn and the categorical organisation of stickers for scrapbooking. She’d cooed stories of special stores down into all of her kids’ cradles, bounced them up and down the aisles, not even thinking of making anything, just finding a stranger sort of solace in the promise of it all when everything else had felt so unmanageable, and even after all these years, the name had stuck.

“Do we need something from it?” Beth asks curiously, and Jane sets her jaw, her head lolling around and then quickly back again, and Beth follows her briefly-held gaze, spotting Marcus at the front of the classroom, talking and laughing with a gaggle of little boys, oozing childish ease and charisma. And god, Beth thinks, exhaling, a grin finding her face, watching him roll his shoulders down, shake his head a little, he really is just like his dad.

“We’ve got homework,” Jane tells her, and Beth’s focus darts back down to her daughter, and just - - she could almost laugh. She thinks she can count on one hand the number of times Jane’s willingly brought up homework.

“Well, okay then,” Beth allows, dropping Marcus’ backpack to the floor just long enough to turn Jane’s around, holding the straps wide enough for Jane to wriggle her arms into. Once it’s on, Beth grabs Marcus’ again, starting to hustle them out the room. “What’s the homework?”

“Family tree,” Jane says, and Beth has to suppress a groan, immediately wondering if she can scrounge Emma or Danny’s out of storage to put them all out of their misery. This sort of thing always takes way longer than it should, and Beth hates that the process always involves a level of pretend and make believe – of fairy tale. Or at least, Beth had always made it that way. She bites the inside of her cheek, wondering if Annie really did have the better idea with it – she’d never made any illusions with Sadie after all. She’d just given him the pictures of herself and Beth and Ruby and said that was all the family on their side worth knowing.

Still, Beth pauses by the door, turning back towards the classroom. Maybe things are different for Jane.

“Marcus!” she calls, interrupting whatever story he’s telling among the group of boys. “You ready to go, honey?”

He practically glows up at her, a hundred-watt smile as he quickly says goodbye to his friends and scurries over to her, spinning on the spot so that Beth can slide the straps of his backpack over his shoulders too.

“You had a good day?” she asks, and he nods up at her, grabbing her hand, and Beth reaches for Jane’s with the other, leading them out towards the car.

*** 

So they do swing by the craft store on their way home and pick up some poster boards (yellow for Jane, blue for Marcus), some glitter markers, multi-coloured tissue paper and brown yarn (it’s like bark, Marcus insists, and Beth can’t say it’s a colour she has in her home stash). Getting home, she promptly sets them both up at the dining room table with a snack, and gets a head start on dinner.

And really, it’s barely been an hour when the front door cracks open and Emma and Danny chatter their way through, Rio half a step behind them with Emma’s bag from ballet slung over his shoulder. They’d started splitting the pick-ups, and honestly it had been a godsend in a way that Beth had never really thought about before – being able to do the one swooping trip instead of the stuttered one she’d had to do on her own (or, well, while she was with Dean) – no afterschool activity seemingly finishing at the same time.

Plus it always meant one of them got to work a little later – Rio getting the late pick-up today of Emma from ballet and Danny from his art class (Kenny has blissfully head off to a sleepover at a friend’s place, which lightens the load even more). Beth watches affectionately, still peeling carrots and parsnips at the kitchen island as Emma shows Rio her spins up the hallway and Rio looks on, dutifully impressed, before directing Danny upstairs to clean up (even from this distance she can see his hands are covered in charcoal).

Behind her, the pot on the stove boils loudly, and Beth spins on the spot, adjusting the temperature dial before making quick work slicing the carrot and parsnip and dropping them into the water. She’ll add peas, she thinks, string beans. She’s sure she got some broccoli the other day too. She’s still thinking about what vegetables to add when a hand slides down her back and Rio presses easily to her side.

“Need a hand, mami?” he asks, and Beth shakes her head, leaning into him before she can help it. It’s strange, how this can still make her flush, the ease with which he touches her something she’s still so unused to – the want she feels in even his most innocent touches, the want she feels in herself.

“Was Emma okay after ballet?” she asks instead, distracting herself from the heat of his body beside hers, his hand dropping lower, lower, until he finds the curve of her ass and lightly squeezes. Her flush deepens, and she can feel Rio laugh more than hear it, the gentle movement of his chest at her arm. “I know she hasn’t liked this new teacher as much as the last one, but the committee really does think she’ll be a good fit once she settles in, and she’s only a maternity leave cover anyway, and - -”

She’s babbling now, distracting herself, and they both know it. They’ve had the kids for two weeks is the thing, and it’s been great, but it also means that time just for them has been hard to find, and she already knows Rio’s cleared their work schedules for the afternoon after Dean and Laura pick up the kids, but still, Beth can’t help but - -

“Mommy,” Jane calls from the dining room behind them, her voice cutting through Beth’s rambling thoughts. “Is Rio my daddy now?”

And just - -

What?

They both stiffen instantly, Rio promptly putting a little distance between them as they turn on the spot to look at where Jane’s looking right back at them from the dining room table, a glitter marker in her hands, Marcus beside her, a startled expression on his own face.

Beth glances sideways at Rio, before clearing her throat, putting the slotted spoon down beside the stove and carefully softening her features.

“Your dad is your daddy,” Beth says gently. “Nothing’s going to change that.”

She’s not sure what she’s expecting, perhaps a quiet agreement or some teary-eyed confusion, but it’s not for Jane to look at her like she’s the one being silly. Her little hand clenches tighter around the glitter marker.

“Michaela has two daddies,” Jane says authoritatively, tilting her chin up, and Beth laughs, surprised.

“Yes, but Michaela’s daddies are married to each other, honey.”

“You’re married to each other.”

She says it with such certainty that it takes Beth a minute to recover, her eyes darting over to Rio who’s just sort of staring at Jane with a blindsided expression that under any other circumstances would be hilarious. Beth shakes her head at Jane, smiling as benignly as she can.

“No we’re not.”

“You live together,” Jane says, and Marcus nods beside her, seemingly hopping on board with Jane’s train of thought. He squints a little at his dad, as if seeing him in a new light.

“And you only have one bed,” he says slowly.

“And Mr. Rio puts his hand on your butt alllll the time,” Jane adds, and Beth pinks at that, shooting Rio a filthy look in the process (god, with the way he always insists the kids don’t notice - - she sucks in a breath).

“Well, mommy and Rio are girlfriend and boyfriend, remember?”

“Auntie Annie doesn’t live with any of her boyfriends,” Jane says, and Marcus nods in agreement, and then it’s Rio giving Beth a dirty look and she can’t really blame him. What does Annie even talk to them about when she babysits?

“That’s true,” Beth allows. “But there are lots of ways to be girlfriend and boyfriend, and Rio and I are - -”

She looks over at him, searching for the word, but he now seems almost as curious as the kids as to what she says. Flailing briefly, she settles on: “Special,” and hates the way her heart flutters when she sees Rio’s gaze soften.

Still, Jane makes a pointed sound in her throat like she isn’t pleased with the answer, fixing her gaze back down on her poster board.

“Then what do I call him on my tree?” she says with a pout, and Beth sighs, flicking off the stove, putting a pin in dinner, and stepping around the kitchen island towards the dining room table. Beside Jane, Marcus looks equally confused, and she can see the way they’ve drawn each other onto their trees already, all five of the kids, and then Beth and Rio too, but outside of their respective parents, everyone else sits unnamed.

What does she call him? Beth wonders, her gaze darting over to Rio who’s stepped out of the kitchen too, is looking over the poster boards and piecing together what has the kids so newly confused on his own.

“And what do I call you?” Marcus adds, blinking up at her, and Beth tries to smile down at him, her mind reeling through options. She thinks about Annie, what she told Sadie to call Noah, but then Sadie had been older, and Noah had been - - well. She exhales, reaching out to run a hand through Jane’s hair as she looks over at Marcus.

“Well, I could be your Aunt Beth,” she says, and then to Jane: “And Rio can be your Uncle Rio.”

Jane doesn’t look particularly sold on this answer, her face drawing into a little scowl, and Beth frowns, her own brow furrowing, because something feels off. Jane’s always been prone to bouts of moodiness, but this feels like something more.

“Uncles have to be with aunties,” Jane suddenly decides. “Like Uncle Stan is with Auntie Ruby, and Uncle Greg was with Auntie Annie. Mr Rio’s your boyfriend, not Auntie Annie’s.”

At the mere prospect, Rio visibly blanches, and Beth rolls her eyes, pushing out a hip and continuing to stroke Jane’s hair. She’d hoped it would’ve calmed her down, but she seems almost jittery with energy, with - - something, and Beth’s already tracking down the dubby in her head, even as she says:

“Okay, well, what would you like to call him then?”

With that, Jane looks over at Rio, her face still pulled into that little scowl, and Rio pops an eyebrow at her, a gently enquiring (and softly amused) look on his face, and she opens her mouth and then it’s just that – quick as anything, her bottom lip quivering as she looks down at the poster board again, her hand almost white knuckled around the glitter marker in her fist.

“You’ve got to get married,” Jane says desperately, and Beth lets out a breath, ignoring the way Rio snorts a little, amused, behind her.

“Jane,” she starts, but then stops, the air sucked from her lungs when Jane suddenly bursts into sobs, her little face red and splotchy, her lashes pearling with tears.

“If you’re married, Marcus is mine,” Jane cries. “He’s my friend, he’s my brother, he’s mine,” and just like that, everything suddenly clicks into place. Jane’s insistence on the homework, her need to make it special at the special store, Marcus in the classroom, surrounded by boys, by new friends, and Jane on her own, and instantly Beth’s heart just breaks, and she’s down, plucking her daughter out of the seat, clutching her as tightly to her chest as she can.

Her own gaze skirts quickly to Marcus – who looks visibly distressed now – and Rio – who looks mostly just bewildered by the whole thing, as she lets Jane hide her face in her chest. Rio stands up, but Beth shakes her head, gesturing him back down to Marcus.

“Marcus made some new friends at school,” Beth says quickly, and Rio’s mouth quickly forms a neat ah, as he glances down at his son. “We’re going to go find Jane’s dubby.”

Rio just nods, walking around the table and slipping down into the chair that Beth just plucked Jane out of, and Beth makes quick work up the stairs towards Jane’s bedroom, never losing her tight grip on her daughter.

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The thing is, they don’t even get the chance to talk about it until later that night – until after Beth’s calmed Jane down, after she’s reassured her that what Jane and Marcus have is special too, that even if he makes new friends, he won’t be leaving her behind, until after Beth’s managed to get her back downstairs, settled her on the couch, still wobbly lipped, in front of The Powerpuff Girls, until after dinner, after putting all the kids to bed, after - -

Well.

Beth sighs as Rio rolls off her, flopping heavily into the mattress beside her, running a hand back over his head, lips pulled into a sated grin. Stretching out her still trembling legs, she rolls over enough to grab a few tissues off her bedside table, doing a poor job of cleaning herself up. Whatever, she’ll shower later, she thinks, resisting the urge to yawn as she bundles up the tissues onto her bedside table to throw away when she gets up.

The post-orgasmic bliss wears off too quickly though, her lips turning down as she thinks about Jane’s kittenish warbles against her neck earlier that night – the worry in her of losing Marcus, of losing Rio, just like she’d lost her dad. Or not lost him per se, Beth reminds herself, just - - the family. The lifestyle. Everything she knew. Guilt spikes in Beth’s gut, and she sucks in a breath, resisting the urge to get up, pull her clothes on, slip into bed beside her daughter and hold her close.

As if he’s felt the shift in her, Rio rolls over onto his side, turning to face her in the bed, his eyes squinting a little, taking her in.

“They’ll be fine, ma,” he tells her softly, and then adds, a little dryly: “Hell, a little space might even be good for ‘em.”

And Beth snorts at that, rolling her head around to face him, her eyebrow arched.

“Good for you, you mean,” she interprets, and Rio grins a little, pretending to be caught out, even though they both know he’d take their antics over their unhappiness any day of the week. “And I know, I just - -”

She gestures an arm out into the open air, pulling the sheet up around herself in the process.

“I get why she’d be upset,” Beth says. “And I can’t help but feel that it’s a little my fault.”

“How you figure that?”

Beth just shrugs, and steadfastly refuses to answer the question, and Rio exhales a hoarse, slightly annoyed breath, but doesn’t probe any deeper. Instead, his hand finds her belly, smoothing over the sheet on top of it, before he trails it up, ghosting over her breast.

The thing is, Beth knows what Jane must be feeling. Had born witness to her own family’s shaky demise as a girl, the introduction of somebody new she hadn’t been able to bear the thought of being apart from, only Annie was not Marcus, and Jane was certainly not Beth, and god forbid Beth ever become a ghost like her mother. She sighs, rubbing a little at her chest, her fingers briefly brushing against Rio’s and she opens her mouth, intending to say what, she’s not sure, but instead what comes out is:

“Would it bother you if Jane called you daddy?”

It’s enough to still his hand, and it’s a moment, maybe two, before he speaks again.

“Would it bother you?” he throws back, and Beth blinks, turning to look at him, his dark eyes fixed unblinkingly back on her, and Beth thinks about it – really thinks about it, and while she thinks nothing would ever replace Dean, nor would she want it to, the thought of any of her kids having that sort of relationship with Rio tightens something in a way that both excites her and frightens her. So she shakes her head.

“No, it wouldn’t bother me.”

It takes a moment for Rio to react, but when he does, he just nods, an unreadable expression on his face, that somehow lightens something inside her she can’t name.

“Would it bother you if Marcus called you mama?” he drawls, voice dipped unintentionally low, and that’s just enough to make Beth laugh, grabbing the hand of his that’s settled on her breast.

“If he said it like that, absolutely,” she says, still giggling, and Rio rolls his eyes, lighter again himself, sliding in closer to her, biting her shoulder.

“Come on, ma, serious.”

Beth shakes her head no, his face so close to hers now that the movement of it makes her cheek brush against the bristle of his buzzed hair, causing her to shiver pleasantly.

“It should be their choice though,” Beth decides. “What they want to call us, and when they want to do it.”

Rio hums a warm noise of agreement, lifting his head enough to nose against her jawline, biting a little at her chin dimple before he kisses her, and just - - god, this is a conversation they need to have with the kids then, and there’s still much to figure out, so much to think about, but Beth melts beneath his touch, like she always does, like, she thinks, she always will.  

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Echo pt5

Warning: This is a little dark. There is blood, death, Strong Language and yeah … please read with caution. **Still not sure what direction this is taking so I should add a warning for Author with no plot **

Masterlist

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Echo part 5

“So, they brought someone back.” The deep voice resonated in the cave that served as their meeting place. Red eyes betrayed the hint of interest even as the owner’s voice did not. After delivering the news it seemed as if nothing of the unusual circumstance had been of great surprise to the black-haired Lord.

“But why bring back something from another realm like that? What advantage could be gained from doing such a thing?” The wild one-eyed lord grumbled plunging one of his blades into the dirt by his feet where he had been using its tip to idly draw.

“A fine question. What advantage indeed?” The white messenger agreed with the smile on his face broadening.

“You look like you have something to say.” Sounding irritated, as usual, the young blonde addressed him.

“He always does the question is will he tell us?”

“Come now do you really trust me so little?” Yellow eyes cast themselves over the faces of the gathering. One was unreadable, two seemed to be doing a poor job of hiding frustration, one was showing enthusiasm and one was turned down eyes following ink on parchment as if none of what was happening around them existed. “It is a fine question to ask as to what advantage could be gained by such actions but the more interesting part has yet to be determined.”

“Meaning?” Imperial to a fault the self-appointed head of their little group leant forward at this. the Interest they failed to show earlier clearly visible now.

“To who’s advantage it would benefit naturally.”

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In an elegant guest room of the palace almost translucent swaths of fabric rustled in a warm breeze that swept into the room. The blank almost too pure colour pallet of the room consisted of chiefly whites and muted shades of pink did little to create a sense of comfort. It was much more accurate to say that it put you naturally on edge as if you were in a clinical environment awaiting some form of treatment.

It was hard to say how long it had been since they were bought here. She never wore a watch as they tended to make her feel impatient. She was also pretty sure her cell phone was laying back by her car so it wasn’t even like she could check that even if she could. Her body ached. That is to say, she thought it was her body. She could feel the soft cool sheets under her back taking on the heat from her. She could see the light, outlines of objects and hear faint noises somewhere in the distance. But that was all she could really do.

Blue eyes remained open and locked in place staring at the ceiling as her lifeless body had been laid out on the four-poster bed. It was what she imagined patients suffering from locked-in syndrome might feel. To be fully conscious and yet unable to move. Like Alice trapped behind a looking glass.

Kit willed herself to move. Anything even just a small fraction of a twitch. There was no logic behind the feeling she had but something was telling her that if she could do at least that much then whatever was trapping her in this state would brake and release her. She tried. Mind over matter, again and again. Just as her frustration was reaching its limit, she heard the sound of a door opening and a sickening scent assaulted her nose.

“Ah! There you are.” A shrill voice that felt like needles in her brain spoke. A shadow fell over her and it took a few seconds for Kit’s glassy eyes to adjust and make out the form in front of her. Blonde hair, blue eyes… but human. At least more human than the creature that put that gunk on her arm and brought her here. “Oh dear, dear, dear… whatever have they done to you my little pet?” A chilled hand caressed her cheek as the supposedly concerned words failed once more to match the tone of voice.

“My Queen this is…” Kit recognised that voice. It was the creature that brought her here. So, these two know each other? And he just called her “My Queen”.

“I can see perfectly well who they are. You can leave.” A flint-like sharpness came with clipped words from the woman hanging over her as she replied.

“My Queen I—” The creature stammered.

“Unless you wish to stay and explain to me in more detail how this happened?” The Queen turned her back to Kit so she couldn’t see the expression on their face. She couldn’t see the creature either but something told her it probably looked something like a small animal in a trap.

“But you—”

“GO!” The Queen practically roared and the scouts entire body jumped at the sound. They quickly vanished through the door closing it behind them. “Loathsome little creatures…” With the sounds of scurrying footsteps leaving fading away the Queen corrected her expression masking the anger from before well and turned back to the still very immobile Kit. “Well now. Let’s get you up, shall we? I would like to get a better look at my daughter after all.”

Daughter!?

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Flashing lights without sirens shone through the windscreen in a blur as the wipers worked in double time against the rain. A group of men standing around in drenched uniforms were huddled under the trees crowding around a radio when he opened the driver’s door and shouted across at them.

“Why the hell didn’t you all just get back in your vehicles and wait?”

“Sir?” A man wearing a police uniform snapped his head up squinting through the rain in the direction of the voice.

“Honestly I don’t want to be that guy that makes a comment about how traffic cops in this area are a little strange but do you think you could just get over here Wilkinson and try not to drip on the upholstery?” Slamming the door shut again he tapped his fingers in a mindless fashion against the steering wheel and waited.

The officer called Wilkinson detached from the group and obediently climbed in the passenger side of the Met Chief’s Mercedes. The police issued waterproofs crinkled and rustled worse than a leaf blower in autumn. They were also slick with so much rain they had stopped looking like they were resisting the moisture and appeared to be clinging to the uniform under it as if they were painted onto it.

“I wasn’t expecting you to come all the way out here for this Chief.” Wilkinson was a man of very little note. He seemed to embody all things average, although you could argue that that in itself is something to pay attention too. Average, height, build, general appearance. It would be difficult to pick him out in a line up of suspects should you ever have a need too as he really was the type to have a forgettable face.

“I was in the area. What do we know so far?”

“One of the Rangers called it in when he was checking the roads. Its common practice round here to check for potential landslips and dangerous trees. He came across the abandoned car. Lights were on and there was a big dent in the bonnet so he thought someone had hit something. He found a deer in the road but no sign of the driver.” Wilkinson filled in the details he had so far reading them from his notebook. The chief made sure to note that the man had at least had the common sense to use a pencil in this weather to make notes rather than rely on ink that would run and become impossible later on to read.

“And why did you call it into the high ups after attending if it was only an abandoned vehicle? You could have run the plates and traced the owner. Seen if it’s a stolen reg and dealt with it like that.”

“Because there were police files on the front seat. Signs of gunfire in that tree over there,” Wilkinson pointed at a tree with splintered bark in front of where the car was parked. “And…”

“And?” The Chief encouraged the younger officer to continue.

“Well there isn’t signs of a struggle but it’s strange. Cell phone, bag everything left behind in the car. The deer according to the Ranger looks to be a fresh kill of a sort but there is no sign of blood.” Wilkinson frowned at the detail clearly confused. To be fair the Chief would have been too if he had not already been aware of the strange activities in the area.

“No blood… And you ran the reg? Who was wandering around up here with police records and no backup?” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he felt a chill creep up his spine and clamped his mouth shut.

“The Doc. Dr K.” The Doc had made a name for herself in these parts going out of her way to run free clinics on weekends a few times a month that treated everyone from homeless vets to just your average joe public that had no money, no insurance but was sick as a damn dog. Whether she was aware of the support she gained from doing such things was yet to be seen as Kit never once showed one glimpse of caring about such things. She did what she did because she believed it to be right that was enough for her and if someone hated or loved her for it was their issue, not hers.

“Alright Wilkinson go finish getting statements and contact info then head back to base I’ll take it from here and check in later.” The Chief was already patting down his jacket looking for his cell.

“Sir… this is an unusual case to be sure but do you really think that the Met…?”

“The Met is already involved because it was us that reached out to the Doc in the first place. I have to make some phone calls.” The Chief waved the newly found phone in his hand signally this conversation to be over. Details of this were still very much need to know and until he could say otherwise, he didn’t need more people involved.

“Understood. See ya later then Sir.”

Wilkinson tightened his grip on his collar and once more ventured back out into the rain. His dark form joining the small group again under the trees checking details of what he had already written in his notebook. The Chief watched the cop for a moment and chuckled. He had the man pegged as totally average but he had just shown a clear ability to make and draw fast connections. It was nothing more than to be expected of an officer but it did seem a little like a superpower when that gift was in Wilkinson’s skill set. He flipped open his cell phone and began looking through contact numbers until he found the one he wanted and held his breath as he hit the call button.

“Col? It’s me.”

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[stilloutofmyvulcanmind]

Neon Gods Chapter 1

A/N - So this is the first chapter of a potentially longer work some of you guys showed interest in! This isn’t the definitive version, more of a slightly water-downed version I had to submit for a University project, but before I went back and did more, I wanted to know what people thought! :)

Word count - 2691

The name Borealis was far too pretty for such an ugly club. From the outside, it didn’t even look like a club, and the only way you would know that behind it’s grimy and dilapidated exterior were strobe lights and music that played so loudly leaving would make you believe you’d gone deaf, was, well, if you knew. The nightclub for misfits, criminals and those just looking to unwind, was the best-kept secret in the Industrial sector. Nightclubs, bars, or any form of establishment where a person could find a drink and some company for a few hours, had been strictly prohibited since the sector's formation, and any found guilty of running such a place...no one ever spoke of what happened to them. So when Borealis managed to continue surviving in its hidden location, it became unspoken law to not breathe a word to anyone you didn’t trust explicitly.

It was this way Astrid came to work there when she arrived in the sector. Her best, and honestly, only friend Lucra who already worked at Borealis, had taken pity and managed to secure her some shifts. That had been six years ago now, and she'd rather be nowhere else. The hours were long and meant they rarely saw the daytime, but it was always dark in the sector so it hardly mattered. The endless forests of factories billowed out so much thick, dark smoke from their metal trees that the sun was never able to pierce through to be seen anyway.

"Markus wants you back. Getting busy out there."

Astrid turned away from the window to see Lucra leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his almost bare chest. He was dressed near identical to her, only his black leather pants were exceptionally tighter, and there was about five times the glitter covering the flesh on show. "I needed to get out and take this damned thing off for a bit. Itches like a bitch." Holding up the offending item, a monstrous bright pink wig, Astrid glared at it like it was the cause of every problem in the world.

"Could always dye it, darling," Lucra said, motioning to his own turquoise hair, slicked in gel to stand almost upright with yet even more glitter.

"Ugh with all those chemicals? No thanks. I’ll suffer through." With one sure and practiced movement, Astrid had the wig back on securely, tucking the few stray hairs of her natural brown colour away and out of sight. "How do I look?" She asked, walking over to her friend.

"Gorgeous. You'll get all the tips," Lucra laughed, spending a moment to fluff up the synthetic hair.

Rolling her eyes, Astrid laughed, "I wish. They get one look at you and start drooling over themselves!"

"Between us, we'll rinse them clean then!"

Stepping back onto the floor, the deep thrum of the bass music could be felt reverberating through their bodies, the rhythm steady compared to the higher-pitched techno beat that played over it. Beams of light flashed down from the ceiling, circling from red to blue to yellow to green to pink to red again in a quick sequence that made the eye ache if observed for too long. The smell of vodka mixed with tobacco, weed, and sweat hung in the air hot and heavy as some danced together, bodies pressing with barely a gap between them, while others sat at one of the many tables, laughing and drinking and forgetting all their troubles of back-breaking work and constant observation.

One of said tables, occupied by a group of young men, waved their empty glasses in the air to catch their attention. No words needed to be spoken over who would be the one to go over, both knowing they were Lucra’s specialty, he’d be the one to earn the largest tip, so he broke free from their path to the bar to walk over. Astrid watched him a moment, just to admire his skill of getting customers firmly in his grasp. Everything was a performance, he’d told her once when she was still learning the ropes. From the clothes to the brightly coloured hair, to the glitter that shimmered and sparkled in the dancing lights, appearing so differently to the dull greys and browns that surrounded them in everyday life. It enraptured them, drew them in like they were seeing a magical creature from one of the old stories. That was the first step, from there it was a case of demeanor. Friendly enough to make them feel special, but not so much it came across obvious that you were fishing for extra credits. Read the atmosphere, chat more if they were chatty themselves, be quick with the drinks if they just wanted to be left alone. It was an art form, really, and none did it better than Lucra.

Astrid stopped at an empty table, clearing up the dirty glasses and mess left behind. She’d be lost without Lucra, that was no secret. Arriving in the sector with barely more than the clothes on her back and a little spare cash, with no job or a place to stay, Lucra had taken her in, given her a home. It had been the start of the best friendship she’d ever known, and soon, they’d have enough to get out of here forever. Caelus was waiting for them. They just needed the tickets to get there.

"Daydreaming ‘bout your new fantasy life again, girl?" Markus asked from where he stood behind the bar, mixing up some drinks as Astrid set down the used up glasses.

"Not a fantasy if it can happen, Markus," she retorted, leaning against the edge and grinning.

Markus glared back at her in return, his one synthetic eye narrowing. He’d never gotten the other replaced, no one knew why since the rest of him was more machine than man these days. Astrid suspected that Markus just enjoyed wearing an eyepatch and looking like a grumpy cyborg pirate to hide the fact he was actually quite kind. "You’ll be thirty in a couple years, Astrid. You and Lucra. You need to start facing up to reality and this, here, is your life."

"Never gonna happen, old man. We’ll get there one day. Possibly a little sooner if you raised our wages?"

"And lose two of the reasons, folk keep comin’ here? I don’t think so." Markus finished setting the last of the vividly coloured drinks onto a tray and pushed it towards her. "Now do your damn job and get these to the table in the back corner."

Astrid was about to do as she was told when everything changed. The music was still thumping and the lights still dazzled, but the carefree atmosphere had turned chilly. Looking around, everyone had stopped. No one danced, no one drank, no one said a word. From their spot at the bar, it was impossible to see what was going on. If White Wings had found them the place would be in uproar. People would be running and looking for a way to escape. Shots would be fired, and chaotic terror would fill the room. This wasn’t that kind of fear. This was ice running down your back, heart in your throat, a still sense of uncertainty and dread.

Lucra appeared next to her looking confused as she and Markus were as the crowd of people on the dance floor started to shift, parting to let the cause of the disturbance through. Three men came into view. Two were short, below average height and balding. The other was taller with more muscle than the first two combined. He was definitely intimidating, but not a match for the bouncers Markus hired. No, his appearance wasn’t why people were slowly backing their way to the exit. They were doing that because of the neon bands that wrapped around their biceps, glowing brightly against their dark suits. They were Neon Gods.

Astrid looked away quickly as the men approached the bar, her stomach flipping the same way it does when you’re standing atop a high precipe looking down

"Table," one of the shorter men ordered.

Markus stared at them for a second, the realization that he was being spoken to directly to coming slowly. It hit him and he jumped immediately into action, robotic leg whirring and creaking at being made to move so suddenly. "Course, sir. This way, please." He had never been so polite as he led the men to one of the now quieter corners of the club, people jumping out of their way to make room for them.

"The fuck are Gods doing here? I thought they didn’t know?" Lucra hissed in a whisper, tearing his eyes from the men and back to Astrid.

"Markus said they didn’t, that we were safe from them." Her heart hammered in her chest, the room seemed to spin and it felt like there was no air left in the room, but Astrid managed to glance back around at them before looking away again. The shorter men wore green bands, while the taller just wore a white one. They were low level then. Acting bigger than they really were. No one else in the room knew that. Their ranks were kept secret for a purpose after all. It also meant that they wouldn’t know who she was. Her breathing slowed, and the death grip she’d had on the bar loosened just a little. She was likely safe, but her skin still crawled, and the sooner they left the better.

"I don’t like it." Lucra, braver than Astrid, turned resting his elbows on the bar as he watched the small party. The crowd had thinned considerably, and those who remained were already in the process of leaving. "They have him in the corner, the big guy’s next to him, keeping him there. The little ones are saying something. Markus doesn’t look happy," he narrated, an uncharacteristic frown marring his face. "They’ve agreed to something, they’re shaking hands. Big guy is letting him go and the others are getting up too."

"That was quick," Astrid summoned the courage to look around too, watching the Gods take their leave. She wanted to believe that whatever business they had that could be conducted so quickly wasn’t serious or had anything to do with her, but her gut said otherwise. The twisted knot failed to loosen itself as Markus walked back to the bar, barking at the remaining customers to go over the music.

Markus raised a metallic finger once he’d returned to his spot behind the bar, silencing the question on Lucra’s lips, and reached under the counter with his other hand. Silence fell as the music came to an end. "Thank Christ, finally some fuckin’ peace," Markus grunted, grabbing a glass and pouring himself a healthy serving of whiskey.

"What the hell did they want Markus?"

The other waited until he had downed the amber liquid, and set the glass back down with a clink. "They’re hiring the place out tomorrow night for a “business” meeting. That’s it."

"That’s it?! Markus, we can’t! They’re too dangerous."

"I’m with Trid," Lucra agreed, exchanging a look with Astrid. "We can’t be associating with the Gods."

"You two’re talkin’ like we have a damned choice! They made it pretty clear that there’s only two options. One we do as they say an’ get their protection. Or two, we don’t an’ they throw us to the Wings. Which’d you rather?"

Astrid shook her head, leaning across the counter. "Markus, don’t. There has to be another way."

"And what way is that? Huh?" Markus looked between them both, voice rising as he spoke. "This is my club. I own it. I’m the only one who decides how to run it. You two just work here, and If you don’t like it, don’t let the door hit ya on the way out." His words lacked the venom for the threat to be sincere, and Astrid knew he didn’t like it just as much as them. Not that it made things easier. "Both of you go home and get some sleep, and bring your A-game tomorrow. With luck, this’ll be a one-off thing and we won’t ever have to see them again.

Astrid was prepared to keep on arguing, but Lucra grabbed her hand as he nodded towards Markus. "Okay, okay. We’re going. Goodnight." He pulled Astrid with him as he left the club and out into the night. Rain came down in a fine mist that was hardly noticeable until it started to seep into your skin and make you shiver. Yet that wasn’t the cause of the chill that ran down Astrid’s back as they hurried back to the tiny amount of space they called a flat.

Astrid didn’t sleep, but then neither did Lucra. They sat up together, talking about everything and nothing while steadfastly ignoring the topic of the following night. It was a relief, that she wasn’t alone in her nervousness. Not only did the old phrase 'misery loves company' come to mind, but this way no extra questions were asked, and she was able to get away with pretending all her concerns lay with the fate of the Borealis.

The night came back around as gloomy as always, but there was a far more eerie feeling as Astrid and Lucra stood at the bar and looked around the empty club. It was never empty during opening hours, but the Neon Gods had ordered no public access the entire night, and so none there were.

Just after midnight, the group walked in, larger than the night before, primarily made up of white bands who took positions across the club floor, hands resting entirely unsubtly on their guns. The rest were made up of green bands and to Astrid’s surprise and horror a blue band who was escorting a few unmarked men over to a table. They were almost never seen out in areas like this, so this meeting with the other men must’ve been important. Markus took the lead and walked over to the group as they settled, but Blue Band completely ignored him, letting the greens do the talking. He paid no attention to anyone at all, leaving the unmarked men to shift nervously in their seats as he simply tapped on his phone instead.

She must’ve been staring too hard, or maybe he just knew something was amiss because before she could look away, his eyes snapped up and stared straight at her from across the room. Astrid spun around, pretending to listen as Markus returned and bitched quietly about the obscure drinks they had ordered. She needed to get a grip. She didn’t know his face which meant he shouldn’t know hers. But his band...he knew more than any of the other colours, enough to ruin everything.

"Get these over to them, Astrid. This lot don’t like to be kept waitin’."

Snapped back to reality, Astrid stared at Markus, and then at the tray of drinks in front of her. "I...I…" She couldn’t, she thought. To get that close would be too much of a risk.

"I’ve got them." Lucra stepped in and lifted the tray with ease.

"Whatever." Markus moved further along the bar, trying to observe discretely what was going on.

Astrid looked up at Lucra with a smile and a tiny amount of relief, "Thank you."

"We’re talking when we get home," he said then left with the drinks.

Dropping her head in her hands, Astrid sighed. Had her fear of Blue Band really been that apparent? Probably not, but Lucra knew her better than anyone so of course, he’d pick up on it. How much could she tell him? He wouldn’t let her brush it off, but she needed to keep him safe too, and the truth, the truth of who she really was, was not safe.

A hand landed on her shoulder, and thinking it was Lucra returning, she turned to look at him. The first and only thing she focused on was the band of neon blue.

"Kethra?"

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[angelskyladiana]

Abandoned (Valeska)

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Chapter 1

Summary: Interest became adoration, a crush became mutual, a relationship began and their love flourished, a relationship ended and an obsession began. They said love would drive you crazy; they weren’t wrong.

Warnings: Manipulation, violence

Word Count: 3281

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The sleek maroon range rover pulled up in a visitor parking spot outside of Arkham Asylum. It was the only car there, it seemed no one else was in the mood for visiting today, or any day realistically. She shut the car off and for a moment just stared at the haunted looking building but honestly in the back of her mind it was in a way haunted.

Her outfit seemed to contrast her mood. As she felt so grey and yet she shone bright in an array of bright colours.

She wore a scale sequin yellow, pink and red dress with lace trimmings and had buttons running down the middle. The dress ended just above her knee and she complimented the outfit with a pair of brown solid heels covered in other colourful assortments. Her hair was done up in a messy bun secured with a colourful bandana with a few strands hanging forward. The only jewellery she wore were a pair of golden hoops, her make up was done simply with a golden smear on her lid.

Reyna may have looked well put together but in all honestly, she was falling a part inside.

It was a good day for the people she loved, yet for some reason one of the most painful for her. Reyna often wondered if because of her outlook on today, did it affect the happiness and joy the day brought?

Checking her face in the mirror and feeling satisfied with her poker face, Reyna grabbed her purple snake skin bag and the square package, and jumped out of the car then heading towards the asylum.

The colourful woman didn't have to walk far before she reached the door which led her straight to reception. She pulled out her visitor card as she walked up to the brown haired bobbed woman with circular glasses behind the desk. The woman, Reyna knew as Pamela, didn't look up from the screen in front of her for a moment, her face was down and looked annoyed until she looked up and saw the young woman.

Pamela's pale skin seemed to gain colour at the sight of her and her face lit up with a smile. Reyna smiled down at her, "hey, Pammy."

"S.A! Oh, dear child!" She exclaimed, reaching over the desk and enveloping the colourful girl in her arms almost knocking the parcel out of her hands, "I thought I'd never see you again!" The greying woman squeezed her tighter.

"I'm quite overdue for a visit, aren't I?" Reyna laughed, hugging her back just as tight before they separated from the embrace.

Still holding each others hands, Pamela's smile never faded as she spoke, "Well, I'd rather you stay away from this mad house but selfishly I wish you'd visit more."

She smiled sadly, "I'm so sorry Pammy, things have been hectic at home and work, but we finished the house recently and I'd love for you to visit."

"That sounds lovely," Pamela beamed before finally letting go of the darker skinned woman and sitting down, looking through the visitors log, "now, who would you be here to see today? Or is it just a family visit?"

"Not a family visit today, unfortunately, but I'll come back and see them all soon," Reyna replied, "I'm here to see Jerome Valeska."

Her crystal blue eyes looked up at her in disbelief, her mouth opening like a goldfish and then shutting again before she finally spoke, "are you sure?"

Reyna's laughed awkwardly, "yes, I'm sure."

"Dear, I must warn you... he's not someone you ought to be near,"

"I can handle myself, Pammy," She continued, "I know him, don't worry I know what I'm doing."

Pamela looked up at her sceptically, "Very well, dear..." She trailed, reaching her hand out or Reyna's visitor pass and then scanning it before handing it back to her. Her eyes looked up from the rims of her circular glasses, "you be careful S.A,  this ones not exactly like the others."

"I will, thanks Pam," She spoke before walking over to security who took her handbag and kept it on the outside of where the patients were and then once checking her parcel let her through.

These minimal security precautions were exclusive for the brunette as over the years she had visited so much and gained trust from the company and especially from Hugo Strange himself. But truth be told out of everyone in the asylum, Reyna was the safest and not just because the staff trusted her, but the patients too.

Her heels made a sharp sound that echoed through the halls of the mental institution summoning the interest of patients behind the metal fence. Many faces turned to look at her, some with familiarity and others with interest because of some inmates reactions.

A guard smiled at the known woman, automatically opening the door for her to step through into the hoard of perceived crazies. Immediately three walked up to her, Nigel, Carl and Daedolous all of which stared at her with a smile and waved at her before Aaron Helzinger ran up and threw his arms around her, almost knocking her over and forcing her to place the square brown package on the table next to her. For any normal person this would be considered a death sentence to be in the arms of the gigantic man, as he had murdered his entire family with those hands but in her mind there was no need to worry about the friendly giant. Aaron just wished for love and above all acceptance, one of her specialties.

He pulled away, a grin still lit up his face bearing his teeth at her. Her hand reached up to his cheek, smiling up at his brightly, "Aaron, its so nice to see you! How are you?"

"Good.." he grunted, still seeming in a daze at the young woman and practically day dreaming in front of her or perhaps reminiscing the last time he saw her.

"That's lovely, are you getting along with everyone?" Reyna questioned.

He looked up at the roof in thought before nodding almost comically at her and muttering an ecstatic, "yup!"

Her smile never faltered, "Thats good Aaron. Now I have an appointment and I must be punctual but I promise we'll talk more before I leave, ok?"

His face seemed to drop and an upset and almost depressed expression overtook it, that was until Reyna reached up on her tip toes and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. His face lit up again and hand immediately held the cheek she touched in shock, "ok...." he murmured lightly, watching as she picked up the package, sauntering further into the sea of madness.

Reyna knew exactly where she was headed, at the back of the common room was the entrance to another small caged off area that held a single table and two chair, not the most private area but better than nothing she supposed.

At the last table before the gated room three particular inmates noticed her walking by. Barbara Kean sat up from leaning against Richard Sionis, her eyes narrowing in on the bright beauty, interest dancing in her bright blue orbs. Greenwood sat on the other side of the table watching her every mood with a deep hunger in his eyes, what type of hunger was the question regarding the cannibal.

Richard's bright blue eyes widened and he instantly jumped up off the seat making Barbara fall backwards slightly and bracing herself with her arms as to not fall on the ground.

His eyes were wide and somewhat terrifying as he approached the shorter woman, his arms wide as if expecting her to run into them. "Reyna!" he called.

Reyna repressed the urge to roll her eyes at the sight of him, over the past years she had visited the Asylum she noticed every change that would occur even if she didn't visit for months and so she obviously noticed the control the disgraced CEO held over Arkham. Meaning Reyna had to play nice or who knows what he would do.

"Mr Sionis," She spoke through gritted teeth.

His arms wrapped around her covered shoulders, taking her slightly off her heels to bring her closer, "how many times do I have to say it? Please, call me Richard." She swore she heard him smell her as she struggled to pull away from him.

"Of course, my bad," Her jaw clenched yet still she kept up the facade with bright eyes, "Richard."

"That's better. I haven't seen you in months, why haven't you been visiting? Where have you been?" He interrogated, his face turning serious in a second. Richard still held her tightly by her forearms, the parcel was the only thing separating them and she thanked whatever God that she had brought it.

"I've been meaning to visit but life's so busy outside the walls, I'll visit more now that it's all calmed down though, promise."

"I will hold you to that promise, Reyna." His hands seemed to shake as he gawked at the brunette, "I've missed you so much... Your weekly visits used to mean so much to me."

A sigh escaped her lips, "I'm sorry, Rich, I will make sure to visit next week and we can have as much of a chat as you want."

"That sounds lovely, Reyna." he agreed, his grip on her loosening. Reyna thought she deserved an Oscar for her performance in dealing with Richard Sionis. Out of all the 'freaks' in here, she somehow felt most uncomfortable around the manipulator. Richard was a forty-five year old disgraced CEO who found joy in controlling others and even greater joy in having possession of the nineteen year old. Disgusting, he could practically be her father.

Her lips dragged upwards and a fake look of sadness graced her face, "now I have an appointment I can't miss but I will see you soon, Richard."

"You better," he chuckled, although obviously there was a hidden meaning behind his words, "I can't wait."

Richard brought her into another too tight and too long hug before she merrily pushed him away and trotted off faster than before.

"Hi, honey!" Greenwood waved, earning him a small wave in return.

Richard walked back around the table, his eyes not once leaving the woman's retreating form. Barbara glared back and forth at the two men, annoyed that their attention was so easily taken from her and given to the stranger. She pulled Richard's arm down harshly, keeping him at eye level so he could not look away to the other woman. "Who was that?" Barbara demanded.

Reyna seemed to walk slower the closer she got to the room, she could see his flaming hair through the gates, he was facing away from her, and that somehow terrified her. His hands were moving around in the air erratically as he spoke to the guard standing in the corner.

"So, uh, who's visit me, huh? Is it dear ol' uncle Zach? Wait, am I in trouble? Oh, goodie!" he cackled, "no but seriously... I wanna know! What's goin' on? Oh God, its not my dear old dad, is it?" He ranted, his voice and actions shifting at every word, she could already tell his eyes were being directed everywhere he could see.

"Oh god, I don't look like Cicero, do I?" Reyna questioned, the door shutting behind her as the guard in the room left. At the sound of her voice Jerome's movements halted all together, like a statue, as if he were a victim of Medusa herself.

Summoning all the courage she had left, the brightly dressed woman walked around the table, examining the face she knew so well. Placing the package to the left of the table, she sat down in front of him, but neither uttered a single syllable. It seemed an unrealistic reaction from the usual joyous red head.

"I was shocked to hear he was your father," She began, not getting a response from him, "Lila really had no standards did she?" Reyna chuckled, still not getting a single response from him.

Her fingers tapped against the table and suddenly she felt uncomfortable under his gaze. "So.. who gets custody of the snake?"

"Sheba." He corrected immediately, teeth grinding and jaw clenching.

"Right, I forgot,"

"Hmm, happens when you disappear for five years, or I imagine it would, I don't know I can't speak from experience like you,"

"Romey-"

"Don't you Romey me!" He hollered, voice raising and his eyes wide with anger, "Ya run away? Fine. Doesn't mean I'm gonna want ya when ya come crawlin' back!"

Reyna looked down at her hands, she hummed, "I didn't run, and you know exactly why I left Jerome,"

"Oh yeah!" He scoffed, "someone got a little jealous and split! And I thought jealousy was my specialty..." He continued, both of them thinking about the many times he had shown his ridiculous possessive side and it got the worst of him.

"Jealousy is a common trait, sharing is caring Romey," She chided, knowing the fruitless times she had said those very words and how much it haunted the man in front of him. His frown deepened even greater as she spoke, who would've thought that this joker could be made to frown by such few words?

"I told you not to call me that!" Jerome yelled, his fist hitting the table making a loud bang echo around the room. Reyna jumped in her seat at the sound, causing it to skid back an inch, her lips falling into a pout. His green eyes stared into hers and she gulped, breathing shakily as a grin spread across his face, a laugh echoing from his throat, "oh, no, no, no, no, no, that look. I know that look! What? You think you can control me with that look like before?"

"I never-"

"Oh but ya did, I'd a done anything for ya, don't ya remember?" He interrogated, standing up in his seat and glaring down at her, "I woulda done anything for ya and I did everything for ya, but I made one mistake! One teeny tiny mistake and ya ran, didn't even say goodbye..." It seemed Jerome hadn't let go of the past and he still clung to it in hatred and disgust, when it only brought him sadness and misery.

Reyna sighed, easing her body to seem less agitated and tense, "we were kids, I was thirteen! Let the past rest Jerome."

"I told you before..." he began, stalking slowly from his seat to hers, standing in front of her like a lion ready for the kill. Jerome's form bent down to her, arms resting on her chair and the table, his head hovering over her shoulder and lips beside her ear. She still face where he was once seated as he prowled around her, she could feel his breath on her throat, "You. Don't. Control. Me. Anymore."

His breath bought shivers down her spine but not as much as when he immediately started cackling after seeing her shocked face, Jerome bent forwards walking some steps away clutching his stomach in laughter. His head swung back and he pretended to wipe a tear from his eye before looking back at her.

"So what made ya visit huh? Did he send ya?"

Reyna gathered herself as much as she could, clearing her throat before speaking, "no he didn't send me. I came on my own accord and I'd rather he knew nothing about it,"

His brow rose, "hmmm going behind his back... not wise. Control freak he is, he'd lose his mind over you running off to the looney bin,"

"He's not a control freak."

"Yeah, he is," Jerome spoke bluntly, finding it unnecessary to be anything but frank with the girl he used to know, his eyes looked her up and down but what one would think would be a desirable look it was not, he looked at her body in disgust. His nose scrunched up as if a bad smell was lingering, "he took you. He took your you,"

"Jerome that doesn't make any sense-" she began, only to be cut off immediately by the crazed ginger.

"Ya not my Andi anymore! Ya don't speak the same, ya don't dress the same, ya don't act the same. Everything that made you you, he took."

"He didn't take anything. It's called growing up. I just did it without you." Reyna spoke, finally standing from her chair and facing him.

"Hmmm, ya know what I think? I think he took plenty. I think he took it all! Was he not enough? That why you're here? To get your fix off me?" He chuckled, knowing she knew exactly what he was so vulgarly talking about. Her feet led her backwards a step each time he took one towards her, this caused him to smile, "must say ya definitely got a type..." he continued speaking watching her as he prowled around the to the desk opposite her.

"Stop. I came here to see you, not for any of that, I just..." she looked down at the ground in front of her.

"Just what?" Jerome harassed almost reaching tipping point but whether tipping point was him getting mad at her or him kissing her was unclear.

"I didn't want you to be alone, not today," Reyna sighed, going against her better judgement and walking stepping towards the table and package. Suddenly it looked as if the tables had turned and Reyna held the upper hand in the conversation.

Jerome's brow rose and his shoulders arched, leaning towards her, his weight against the table, "hmm... what exactly does that mean?"

Her fingers reached around the package, ripping the brown paper open and opening the plastic box to grab out the circular object before turning to face the ginger. "Happy birthday, Jerome." She smiled, "I got candles but I'm not allowed to light them, so we can just pretend your blowing them out," Reyna gestured to the two and zero candles set at the centre.

Jerome's head fell and stared at the table, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the table. His eyes shot, eyes clenched shut in annoyance, "figures..." he pouted, pushing off the table and strutting up in front of her. Yet again she felt his breath fall on her cheek at the close proximity. Jerome's hands reached from his sides up to the sides of her face, not letting the brunette tear her eyes from his for even a second, "you just have to make it difficult."

"Make what difficult?" Her lip twitched into a slight frown, hers looked far more innocent than his, who looked slightly maddened.

His face looked uncharacteristically sympathetic, he got as close as he possibly could to her before he spoke. "Hating you." He stated, taking his right hand off her cheek and lowering it to the side of the cake, peeling off some frosting and taking it to his lips. His stare didn't break as his tongue escaped his mouth to lick the frosting on his finger. Jerome hummed in delight, his mouth curving upwards.

"Yummy."

[skizmin]

↦ skizmin, top 2018 music videos:

regular, nct 127

⤏ um. do i even need to explain??? it’s obvious. sm has ALWAYS made epic videos, but the amount of gorgeous editing in this like Oh My God Did You See That Tiger????? the shot with the gold background and they’re dancing is my absolute fav bc the lighting is SO odd but works so well. ugh. UGH. i love this video definitely one of my favs

getting closer, seventeen

⤏ okay. my fav mv director (who dominates this list) basically this video saved my YEAR. released late on but like. EVERYTHING this director does i am bound to love. working with seventsen for a while, they have a good dynamic, and the way he uses colour here in a specifically dark video is just??? genius??? ugh i love this video so much it’s perfect in almost every way.

thanks, seventeen

⤏ sigh here we go again fav mv director. first thing, jihoon when all the lights turn on and illuminate him a bit more. this is continued throughout the WHOLE video can u believe the shot was made by turning on lights kpop groups take some NOTES bc vm project is PEGGING them at u rn. okay makeup room scene. the colours in this are HHHhh, this warmth we haven’t really seen as the brainstorming scenes are stark, and the recording and practicing scenes are cool toned. and. AND. the way they all mouth “because we’re carved in each other’s hearts” and turn their heads to the camera i CHOKED what a beautiful shot and just. amazing direction. basically, for the concept of this video, it is amazingly made. from the way it slowly transitions from performance shots in the practise room to shots where members focused on the camera like a real performance on stage. honestly how does jo beomjin nail EVERY song and concept thrown at him idk

giddy up, the boyz

⤏ okay so the first shot we get of the boyz is a one shot of their whole first verse. that is a 36 second long shot. and it doesn’t even feel boring. this music video is THE MASTER of continuous shots. solo shots for the boys are long and, if i can say this, perfect for fan creators that may make gifs, animations or artworks without blurry quick scenes. BY FAR the best shot in the ENTIRE music video (2:02 for reference) is a shot that starts as an aerial, showing a circular formation around haknyeon, it then cascades down, following him to ensure the intensity of his movements is well emphasised, it then falls down to straight on level showing the whole group before continuing to zoom to jacob, following his movements in leading the dance before finally cutting. this shot is 14 seconds long. i could talk abt so much but but i just. THIS!! OKAY!! a fantastic video. camera director needs some recognition.

no air, the boyz

⤏ colours colours colours!!! i especially respect with this video that although the white background dancing was blue toned, they took account of kevin’s red hair and added red accents to certain members clothing to even it out!!! ISNT THAT THOUGHTFUL AND NEAT!!! tbz have worked with a few music video directors since their debut, and i’m shocked at how consistent their videos have been accounting this. their directors ability to connect with the group is crazy, and they’re all perfect on filming dance scenes. WATER. water water water. now, this is a very cheap trick but an effective one, and something i LOVE seeing. dancing in water and spraying water on the ground for night scenes ALWAYS looks gorgeous.

bbibbi, iu

⤏ this video. THIS VIDEO. okay, let’s get it out of the way, the colours in this video are actually gorgeous. the way the director (again, VMs jo beomjin) uses them is perfect, keep it unblocked, mix it with contrasting props and odd shapes, take the eyes OFF the colour, whilst still having the colour dominate the screen. clearly, my favourite scenes from this video is the white room with the yellow concentrated area where she dances, taking your eyes away from the odd colour placement and of course the scene where she’s on the field with the “mirror” “window” whatever. VM never fails to wow me with their flawless and nicely placed editing skills. the angle shots on the field scenes are just gorgeous. all the angles are gorgeous. ugh. T H I S V I D E O. the only think i dislike is the animated paper planes, they’re just unnecessary tbh sjsjsj

new heroes, ten

⤏ okay so this director did nct dream go too which didn’t make the list but STILL good anyway so new heroes. i think we ALL know why it’s here. imagine a music video so SIMPLE yet so stunning, using the old fashioned ways with lights, illusion, contrast, costume and good ol’ golden hour. the colours in this video are simply gorgeous, that much is clear, but the technique with the lights in the sheet thingy??? jesus christ. the way they shined off of his body even when they did shots without the sheet i was DEAD. the shirt man. what a perfect way of inveloping costume into your filming techniques??? the way it reflected all the light??? PUTTING HIM IN FRONT OF THE WATER WHERE IT WAS REFLECTING THE SAME LIGHT??? SIMPLE GENIUS. and then it goes from that the the GORGEOUS blue sky and like. all those scenes of extravagant buildings vs. shitty ones and WHOA. i love. i love a lot.

bad boy, red velvet

⤏ sm yet again. colours once more. you cannot deny the way colours are used here is amazing. like. oh my GOD the pinks the everything i’m in love shhixhaha. literally every set they used was gorgeous, the solo shots were gorgeous. the way the director used slowmo and the way they used props and costumes like i’m so. IN LOVE.

love scenario, ikon

⤏ vm project yet AGAIN. so. you’ve all seen it so i don’t need to go too in depth but the CONTINUOUS SHOTS IM IN LOVE. we’ve seen from seventeen clap that jo beomjin loves using multiple people but it’s used so ELEGANTLY here especially with jinhwan omg i like, cried. the sets and shadows and colours and everything is just fucking. amazing. simply gorgeous. i’m so in love with this video.

[astrotranslations]

[Guide to Joining the Fandom ②] ASTRO, the Ever so Perfect ‘Sweet and Salty’ Combination

Approved as the happy virus? Approved! MJ

They each chose the pen they wanted and filled in their questionnaires, MJ chose the purple one. He says it’s because he’s thinking of AROHAs. Hearing the witty MJ, all the other ASTRO members hurriedly gave meaning to the colours of their pens which they had picked up without much thought.

The whole time, MJ cheerfully responded to the members’ jokes. The members were comfortable with him too. You could really feel ASTRO’s own atmosphere which was peaceful, fun and didn’t focus on hierarchy or strict discipline. After wrapping up the interview, he conscientiously packed his huge pouch which was stuffed with a lot of things.

Q. Today’s profile is 185cm! MJ: 185 was my dream height. They say that your dreams come true.

Q. Have you not had your meal? You wrote 'food' for what you needed. MJ: I always have to eat in order for me to gain strength! I regularly eat my meals. Cooking? I’ve never cooked for the members but I like doing it. There was once before when I made seaweed soup for my mum while looking at a recipe. She said it was really scrumptious. She deliciously ate it so I want to make it for her again but I haven’t had the chance to go back home. I’ve been thinking lately about how I want to learn cooking for real. It’ll relieve my stress and it seems like something good to learn but I don’t have time on me.

Q. What do you mean by ASTRO’s 'God'? MJ: If ASTRO didn’t have me… they would’ve been in big trouble (the atmosphere suddenly went solemn) Rocky: Won’t it be a good kind of trouble… MJ: Their days are decided because of me. I have to lift the mood up for them to be in good spirits too. Rocky: Feels like my mood’s being brought down though… (laughs)

Q. Do you want to be a building owner too? Like Rocky? MJ: I want to be rich in buildings so I can obviously be a filial son to my parents. But firstly, it’s my dream to do well and buy a lot of buildings. I have to build a landmark, a landmark (laughs).

MJ was bright throughout the interview. It was to the extent that he could confidently say his happy self is his what makes people join his fandom. He’s a charming guy with lavished with self-confidence to the point that he only wrote himself for ASTRO’s 'ranking them my way' which went by the order of perfection. MJ’s love is for AROHAs and 'robong-ie'.

Q. The ASTRO members seem to really like 'robong-ie' (Moonbin included their official nightstick in his answers too). MJ: I saw it when we were doing the opening stage for our solo concert, there were a lot of robong-ies and it sent shivers down my spine. I thought, "So we finally have a lighstick of our own too, the stars are floating," and I was so happy looking at the view. Wherever we may go, these lightsticks will be there with us. Members: If you looked at it from atop the stage, it seemed like there was a shower of stars. Cha Eunwoo: It’s our pride. Moonbin: There are a lot of other singers when we go to big events and they each had their own lighsticks to represent them. I was jealous every time and I’d look at them thinking, "That’s amazing," but we now have one to call our own. Taking the stage lifts and looking at our lighsticks, it makes me realise that we’ve finally grown too and I get caught up in my emotions.

Q. What do you think AROHAs will pick between 'baby belly' and 'built body'? MJ: Won’t baby belly win with about 7 to 3? Rocky: But it isn’t a baby belly… (laughs) It started with a baby belly but it keeps evolving. MJ: I believe they’ll like my baby belly! Moonbin: If the fans could be more honest… (laughs)

ASTRO’s guy right at the back, Moonbin

Next up was Moonbin. If you wondered, "Who in the world is that guy from ASTRO who was smiling right at the back?" then I hope you’ll read this even more carefully. Moon quickly made up the reason as to why he chose the blue pen was because it complemented the change of weather from autumn to winter and while the members jeered at him, he stood firm. Moonbin, who is receiving so much love from his noonas, was unconstrained both with his answers and handwriting.

Q. What you need today is 'energy'. Moonbin: It’s because I hope I can deal with the lethargy since I feel tired. Yoon Sanha: Hiyap! Did you get it? (Yoon Sanha made a pose as though transferring his energy)

Q. Moonbin is ASTRO’s official exercise missionary, right? MJ: I’ll attest to that. Moonbin: We were resting up at the hotel when we were preparing for our Japan concert and it was a long period so I went to the gym and ended up continuing with it till now. I preach to the other members but they don’t really listen to me (laughs). MJ: It’s like 'Sparta' when we exercise together so it’s too painful for me. Moonbin: There’s a routine and you’ll become healthier if you abide by it. JinJin hyung sometimes does it but it’s my goal to make MJ hyung do it. MJ: It’s my goal to avoid Moonbin~ Moonbin: Sanha said he’ll do it too. Yoon Sanha: I feel the need for it but… it does scare me.

I hear that Moonbin mainly focuses on body training which you can do in the practice room, the dorm and wherever else rather than just at the gym. He’s filled with so much affection and passion for exercising that you’d mistakenly think you were doing an interview with a health trainer when you listen to him talk. There’s probably the secret to Moonbin’s cool body.

There was a question regarding ASTRO’s diet meal plan but he tells me that since he usually practices a lot, he doesn’t really feel the need to go on a diet even if he does eat a lot. He says that he can sufficiently maintain himself just by not heaving a late night meal alone.

Q. Even when you think about it, ASTRO are 'people who are cool on stage'. Moonbin: I didn’t know we would be coming out with such a bright concept. There’s 'something cool' to us (MJ burst out into laughter looking at Moonbin answering my questions seriously but he soon agreed). There are people who are cool on stage. Like with BTOB and HI5HLI5HT sunbae-nims, they are usually bright and have a beagle-like image to them but they coolly fulfil their duties on stage and things like that are nice (Yoon Sanha picked 'stage charm' as what would make people join Moonbin’s fandom).

Q. The Moonbin 10 years later is someone with a 'good body' and a cool guy who performs well. Oh. Moonbin: As much as it was my parents who helped me take my first step into the entertainment industry, I want to earn a lot of money and be a filial son to them. I want to really repay whatever they have done for me. I want my body to be a little bit better. I want to grow it a little more. Just a very little bit (It’s not that he’s saying that he would make his biceps the size of his face so AROHAs, worrying is a NO!)

Q. I’m guessing that why. As expected, you wrote your ranking according to who has a good body in ASTRO. Moonbin: Honestly speaking, those up till no. 5 (Moonbin, JinJin, Rocky, Eunwoo, Sanha respectively) have abs. No. 6 has it too but… (laughs) MJ: I look at it alone when I’m taking a shower and I’m satisfied. Because it’s my reversal charm!

Q. Where do you want to go on a holiday to with the members? Moonbin: Santorini, Greece and Salar de Uyuni. MJ: Let’s not go to the desert. I don’t want to sweat... Moonbin: I want to go to both. The atmosphere in Santorini, Greece gives off a peaceful vibe with the birds chirping so I want to go there when I want to rest up and I heard that when it rains in Salar de Uyuni, the divide between the land and the sky disappears. I want to make good memories there with the people I like.

Q. Your question to AROHAs is also about MJ! Moonbin: The answers will probably be half-half (laughs). I think they’ll say that he’s handsome now and is fine the way he is (laughs).

Grow a little slower, Yoon Sanha

They would often call the youngest in the group 'the youngest on top', implying that the’s the one with he real power. Yoon Sanha, who’s steadily growing while carrying out a coup d’etat', is still silly and cute, he’s the youngest one who’s brimming with aegyo but you never know, he might soon become the one on top. Yoon Sanha, who picked a black pen and was writing his answers firmly pressing against the questionnaire, said that it seemed like there was a lot of leftover space so he took out a pen of a different colour and drew pink hearts and yellow stars. He has a cute sentiment. He attentively listens to his hyungs' answers but he also fell into his own thoughts. He’s an 18 year old you can’t figure out.

Q. You grew a lot, right? Yoon Sanha: I think I’ve presently stopped but if I had to grow any taller, just until 185. I think that’s enough.

Q. You wrote by yourself that you’re the 'cutie youngest'. There are usually a lot of instances where the youngest one is the one with the real power. Moonbin: You can tell that he sort of has the temperament of a 'youngest on top'. He’s growing stronger. Cha Eunwoo: We have to receive permission from him when we want to sleep. Moonbin: Same when we want to eat.

Q. You wrote down that ASTRO are 'super fun'. Yoon Sanha: It’s funny and entertaining whenever we’re together. Like what Moonbin hyung mentioned before, us being cool is when we grow serious on stage and focus on our work. I want us to be remembered as a one of a kind group so I wrote 'one and only'. Cool, right?

Q. What do you mean by 'actions you’d expect from the youngest member'? Yoon Sanha: Seeing as how I’m the youngest in my family and the team, I’m playful and mess around but fans look upon that side of me cutely and like it. I think that’s what makes people join my fandom (You’re still a student so what subject do you like?) Music. Music is my life.

Q. The rankings ASTRO’s cutie Yoon Sanha chose for 'cuteness’ is interesting too. Yoon Sanha: To be honest, MJ hyung is no. 3 but Bin-ie hyung has gone up a lot. Rocky hyung has no aegyo so he’s no. 6. Moonbin: (How did you rise?) Um, I use my facial expressions or I often copy what Sanha does.

Q. So is there an aegyo that you’ve prepared for the next time? Yoon Sanha: Energy? (laughs) The fans look over me cutely when I tweet that I’m setting off and do aegyo every time I’m about to sleep. I’m trying to change it up now. I’ve done it too many times. Recently, using an application that’s trendy… Cha Eunwoo: Don’t do that one. I admit the 'give it to me' one is cute. Yoon Sanha: Shall I not do that one? I wanted to but I guess I won’t because of the hyungs. Cha Eunwoo: The other one is cuter. Pikachu and 'give it to me' are cute, they are but… the one that you’re trying to push… Yoon Sanha: I better not do it (Instead, Sanha transferred to Cha Eunwoo the energy he gave Moonbin earlier on).

Q. You wrote 'Japan concert' as what left the greatest impression on you. You said that you purposely wrote it differently, right? Yoon Sanha: The hyungs all wrote our solo concert so… We sang 'The Only Flower in the World' and the fans sang along while holding their robong-ies, I was touched since it looked pretty (Sanha kept an eagle’s eye on whatever his hyungs wrote and tried to his own differently. He read through again the questionnaire he submitted in, wondering what he scribbled down and even prepared his answers)

Q. Your goal for next year is the drink CF which you mentioned at the recent showcase too. Yoon Sanha: Ah, why isn’t an offer coming in… I kept talking about it since last year but we haven’t gotten any offers. I’ll work harder! A refreshing drink is good! Moonbin: I think it’ll be nice if we later on shoot for something like a beer CF when Sanha also becomes an adult.

Q. The reason as to why you’re curious about the food AROHA likes? Yoon Sanha: They’re always asking us so I’m throwing the same question back at them (What do you like?) I like french fries! Potato. It’s really yummy. I like the melting texture when it’s hot. It’s delicious. You won’t be able to express the feeling in words when you try it. Because it’s too scrumptious. Recently I’ve been eating the almond stick snack (T/N: pepero) often.

Translations by  @99pmh Take out with full credits

[a-scattered-memory]

Ignis Fluff Week Day 1

Prompt: Baby Ignis, Ignis and his father figure Pairing: Ignis x Reader (gender neutral) Words: 2160 Warnings: none Notes: (f/n) - first name (l/n) - last name (f/t) - formal title (e.g. miss, mister…)

It was the day following his introduction to the crown prince to whom he would be dedicating his time and, as extreme as it sounded for a 6 year old, his life for the foreseeable future. He had spent his first day at the Citadel getting to know Prince Noctis as well as one day would allow, putting into practice all the manners and courtesy he had worked so hard to perfect and quickly learning that he didn’t have to go to such lengths to win the young boy’s favour at all, yet he had kept up his formalities as he had practiced all the same.

Today his uncle, who would be acting as his guardian figure while in Insomnia until he was himself an adult was showing him around the Citadel and formally introducing him to the main figures he’d be working with on a day to day basis. The nerves he had yesterday were nothing compared to how he felt now. Don’t get him wrong, he was terrified yesterday at the prospect of meeting King Regis Lucis Caelum, King of Lucis and his son the prince for the very first time and at one point he thought that he’d never be able to get the lines he had rehearsed for their meeting out of his head he had repeated them so much but the king was so kind and warm with him and placed so much confidence in him that his fears soon melted away. Now however, he was meeting such a huge amount of people in such a short period of time that he couldn’t help but feel under a constant pressure to make sure he lived up to what he was taught was expected of him with every new greeting.

Already he had met a young boy similar to him in age that would be Noctis’s future shield. Gladiolus Amicitia as he recalled. He acted so strong and serious for his age, no doubt trying to mirror his father himself already but as Ignis’s uncle had a small chat with Clarus, he let his true colours start to show and the playfulness he had tried to hide come out as they talked. They departed exchanging smiles and no doubt that helped Ignis feel more at ease, having made such a good start with someone he’d be working so closely with from now on, knowing that he had already at least one friend and wasn’t completely alone in handling whatever would come in both their future and Noct’s.

As he walked briskly alongside his uncle in an effort to keep up, they made there way down a marble floored hallway, marked with vases of beautiful purple flowers and ornate sconces every couple of metres. Ignis had grown up in wealth but the extravagance of the Citadel was on another level, beyond compare to anything he had ever seen. His eyes wandered and his mouth parted slightly in admiration at it all, lingering on the beautiful paintings on display, completly absent minded and full of the wonder and awe any six year old would have. He jumped slightly as he felt a hand pat his head and slide down to rest gently on his shoulder in reassurance as he walked.

“It is quite mesmerising, isn’t it,” his uncle spoke warmly, a small smile on his face as he looked down to his nephew. “You are doing excellently Ignis, everyone is overwhelming impressed with you. There’s no need to fret so much.”

Ignis took a deep breath and smiled back up at his uncle, nodding and as his uncle’s hand returned to his side, Ignis sped up a few paces and quietly took hold of it.

“I don’t know how you are going manage the gardens’ beauty though,” he chuckled as they approached a large open hallroom, double doors at the opposite end opening into the gardens.

Ignis straightened his posture again as they walk over the threshold but he couldn’t help his expression from faltering as he caught first sight of the area. Breathtaking was an understatement. Everywhere was exploding in colour, so many shades of green that each held their own unique appeal, shades of blues and purples, pinks, oranges and yellows, any colour that you could think of all somehow coming together and complimenting each other despite having every reason not to. Ignis was sure there were some colours mixed in that he had never even seen until now. Great topiaries, masterfully trimmed and clipped without so much as a leaf out of place towered above the small boy as far as the eye could see, various styles of water fountains land marking the different sections of the vast garden. Ignis’s pace subconsciously slowed as he tried to take in as many details as he could. Even at such a young age he had such a taste for even the finest details and wanted to take in everything possible from what was around him. His uncle couldn’t help but chuckle again and smile as he glanced down to see his reaction.

“Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time to explore and investigate every nook and cranny other days, it’s not going to disappear if you look away.”

This brought him to his senses and he hopped a little to catch up, tightening his hand in his uncle’s. His uncle’s eyes had also however begun to wander around the garden, as if in search of something or in this case most likely someone.

“Who will we be meeting now?” the young boy asked curiously. The only people he could see around were some gardeners tending to the watering and maintenance of the plants and flowers but as his uncle’s gaze always seemed to look past them he assumed they were not who he needed.

“The royal scientists’ child, another member of the future royal cabinet with whom you will will be working with closely for the duration of your service. I believe they’re about a year or two your senior but you should get on quite splendidly, they are quite open and pleasant with the rest of the King’s affiliates. Their parents were unfortunately too preoccupied to meet with you today but their child is here somewhere, or so they are supposed to be though it honestly would not surprise me if they have ended up on the other side of the Citadel completely…”

Ignis cocked his head, his light strands of his bangs sweeping slightly over his forehead with the motion. His curiosity was growing at whoever this character was, both because of their association and because they were the only person so far that his uncle had no definite list of places to find.

The pair turned a bushed corner of the garden which had begun to seem more like a maze to him now and sure enough at the end of the path at the next turn was a small figure looking almost engulfed by a white coat that pooled around them as they stayed in a crouched position.

“Ah, there they are, no doubt picking apart something or another as per usual.” His tone was a little more upbeat, not unlike how it was when he spoke with the young Amicitia lad earlier but somewhat lighter. As they approached the small bundle, they’re instruments came more clearly into view. Layed out beside and in front of them were sets of tweezers, scissors, agar plates and all other sorts of equipment and they worked away grabbing and replacing the various utensils and placing snips of some small purple flowers in some open plates in front of them. A strand of hair fell in front of their face as the worked away intently and they brushed it behind their ear before carrying on, humming slightly and mumbling something to themselves every now and then. Ignis let go of his uncle’s hand as he prepared to recite his opening lines once again.

“(f/t) (l/n), -,” Ignis’s uncle called to get her attention but was quickly cut off.

“Oh, Count Scientia, I was actually about to ask for you,” the young child cut in quite chirply, obviously looking forward to his presence yet they did not lift their attention from what was in front on them. “I wanted to try something out with some of the flowers so I thought it’d be good if I used some people’s favourite flowers so that they could keep them after and they wouldn’t go to waste. Oh, but that’s if it even works of course, I’m not entirely sure but as long as I’m careful I should be allowed to keep practicing until I do. But anyway, yes, I needed to ask you what your favourite flower was and also your favourite colour but if you need to-”

“(f/n), Ignis”

“An Ignis? I’m sorry, I’ve never heard of that one before, I don’t think we have it. Is it kind of like the sylleblossom where it grows only in a certain place or-”

“(f/n).”

“Now that’s my name and I KNOW I don’t share a name with a flower, I checked a lot before so one day I’m going to try and make sure-”

He sighed exasperatedly and was forced to resort to the only surefire way he knew to get their attention.

“(f/t) (full name),” he spoke in a sterner, more serious tone than before but not with anger or frustration. At his words, they layed their equipment down and shot up, back straight and turned towards him, hands formally behind their back wearing a neutral expression as if they had just been summoned before officials. When they turned around though they’re eyes instead met with bright emerald eyes only a couple of inches from theirs and startled, Ignis stepped back abruptly only to trip over himself and fall to the ground. They gasped and made their way over to them.

“I deeply apologise, I truly did not mean to startle you,” they apologised profusely, their demeanour and manner of speaking doing a complete 180 to how it had been just moments ago. Ignis, still quite in shock, managed to stutter out an “It’s quite alright, it wasn’t intentional” or something along the lines before checking the cut on the elbow he had landed on.

“Oh, hold on a second.” They dug in the deep pockets of their white lab coat for then their bandages and antiseptic cream that they carried with them in the event the cut themselves while engrossed in their work.

“Count Scientia,” a voice called from the end of the path that the Scientia’s had just walked. He smiled at the two as the scientists’ young child tended to Ignis’s scrape and decided that it would probably do them well to give them time to talk as friends rather than he being present as a constant reminder that they were supposed to be primarily work partners.

“Apologies, I will return in a moment.”

Ignis nodded at this and sat up so that the young scientist could better reach the cut. They carefully applied the star patterned bandages as gently as they could, apologising once again. He pressed his mouth in a thin line and his eyes watered slightly as the cut stung as the cream acted on it but knew it was for his good. As (f/n) packed the bandages and cream back in their pockets, they were taken aback as Ignis extended a hand to her.

“My name is Ignis Scientia. I am here as Prince Noctis’s advisor and chamberlain in his future life and duties and will be spending my time working in Insomnia dn the Citadel in order to better my skills and serve my prince to the best of my ability. I look forward to working alongside you and our future relationships.”

They hesitated for a second before clasping his hand and tugging lightly as they stood up so that he rose with them. Once they were both on their feet again, they shook his hand properly and smiled to him brightly.

“(f/n) (l/n). It’s a pleasure to meet you Ignis.” Their smile was so contagious he couldn’t help but return it, both forgetting to part hands. “Oh! I know! I can work on a flower for you too! Which one is your favourite?”

“I-I don’t know, I haven’t had a chance to properly explore the garden yet, my apologies,” he replied, slightly flustered by the sudden proposal.

“That’s great! I can give you a tour then and tell you about everything!” they beamed and began to lead him away, completely forgetting their tools in the process. Ignis followed alongside them intently listening to what they had to say.

From the opposite side of the path, Ignis’s uncle watched as the pair began to wander about together and simply smiled to himself, full of pride.

You have absolutely nothing to worry about, my Ignis.

[softfics9]

Post-Its - Chapter 1/5

Fandom; SF9

Main Pairing; Kim Youngbin/Kim Inseong

Side Pairings; Kim Seokwoo|Rowoon/Baek Juho|Zuho

Summary; Meeting your new housemate for the first time is always going to be nerve-wrecking right? Well what if you've been living together for six weeks and still haven't met? That's surely got to be worse.

Genre; Fluff, Slow Burn, College AU

Trigger Warnings; None

Word Count; 2,161

Rating; G

Author Notes;  Ok so this is my first attempt at writing a proper member/member fanfic and I was super nervous but I got a lot of encouragement from people on the SF9 Amino which encouraged me to continue with it. It’s very slow burn just so you know, but if you bear with me I hope you’ll think it’s worth it.

 Characters ages are slightly different; Hyung line (Youngbin, Inseong, Jaeyoon) - 23 Middle line (Dawon, Rowoon, Juho) - 21 Maknae line (Taeyang, Hwiyoung, Chani) - 20

Beta’d; Yes! by @raven-blackwillows

Cross-posted on; AO3

Other Chapters; Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU STILL HAVEN'T MET YOUR HOUSEMATE?!!"

Honestly, that was a mild reaction to the bombshell Youngbin had just dropped on his friends. He had been expecting a lot more, well he wasn't sure exactly what he was expecting but it definitely involved more yelling and curses thrown his way. Maybe it was because none of them had gotten to drink their coffee yet. Yeah that was probably it, once the caffeine kicked in and they were awakened from their post 8am lecture slump the real reactions would come.

"Wait, hyung, we're six weeks into the semester and you moved in to your apartment a few days before the semester even started. How have you not met the guy?"

Juho was the first of his five friends to speak up in the heavy silence that surrounded them in their usual meeting spot. Right behind the university library there was a stone bandstand, mostly sheltered from the elements by the big old building itself. Every Monday after their 8 am lectures, they grabbed coffee from the little cafe on campus and convened there to talk about their weekend or whatever else was on their minds. They were a bit of and odd assortment, if you saw them together you might just assume they were classmates or had just bumped into one another. But actully, they had been together as a group for five years now.

Youngbin was the oldest by two years and in his fourth year in university, and for that reason was assigned the role of the "dad" in their group. It fit him though, he was a born leader as demonstrated by the fact he was voted co-captain of their universities dance team. The next eldest were the anime couple, Juho and Seokwoo, with their deadly looks people often thought they had walked straight out of a comic. Juho looked sharp and with his deep voice people assumed he was cold, but in reality he was like a puppy. Seokwoo was the official "mom friend", always making sure everyone was wrapped up warm and cooking whenever they came over to stay. His status as the most attractive guy on campus was not an exaggeration, sometimes he was mistaken for a model rather than a student. The couple had made it official at the start of their uni days last year, despite everyone insisting they had been dating since the day they met. Then the three youngest members, who had just started university a month and a half ago but were already known on campus. Taeyang was often compared to the sun, and his enthusiasm for dance had gotten him scouted for the team during the first week. Youngkyun, like Juho, was often mistaken for a cold city guy, but he was even softer than his hyung and was the biggest scardey cat in their group, a weakness that was exploited mercilessly. Finally the youngest Chanhee, or as Youngbin affectionately called him, the spawn of satan in a puppies body. He had everyone wrapped around his little finger, and had been promised a spot on the dance team if he finished in the top three in the universities first showcase at Halloween, which was in less than two weeks time. The five had become friends thanks to a stray football, lost cat and a mothers good intentions...but that is a very long story, better suited for another time.

"Yeah, hyung how is it possible for you not to have met your housemate? You literally live together."

Chanhee seemed to have woken up after taking a sip of his cavity inducing drink, honestly it shouldn't have been allowed to be labeled as 'coffee', since it was more sugar than anything else. But if it got him through his history of education classes on a Monday morning, then Youngbin would let him be.

"Well, it seems like we have schedules that are exactly opposite. My schedule always starts at 8 in the morning during the week, and between dance practice and volunteering I'm always out of the apartment super early in the morning. And by the time I get back after classes or work in the evening, he's already left for his job. The only time we're in the apartment at the same time is after he gets back from his night shift and we're both sleeping."

It was true, Youngbin honestly had no idea what his housemate was like in person having never seen his face or even heard him moving about in his room. It was frustrating and honestly getting a bit awkward at this point. He might be passing the person he is living with on campus every day and not even knowing.

"Wait, if you've never met him how do you know he works a night shift, maybe he just goes out drinking every night or something?"

The caffeine seemed to have finally kicked in for Taeyang too, the boy returning to his usual observant self. This statement got the attention of the group and they all looked at Youngbin expectantly, waiting for an answer. Before he could tell them anything, he took a large swig of his coffee because he knew he would need it for the questioning that was sure to soon follow.

"Well you see, we've been talking to each other through Post-Its on the fridge, he uses pink and I use boring old yellow. It kind of started as an accident really, but now it's just a daily thing."

Youngbin gave it fifteen seconds max before his words registered in his friends heads, and there it was, he could see a light glimmering in Youngkyuns eyes.

"Post-Its, you mean the colourful pieces of note paper that people stick places to remind themselves of things? The ones you keep borrowing from all of us?"

He understood straight away, and Youngbin couldn't help the slightly guilty flush he felt colouring his cheeks. He had been borrowing Post-Its from all his friends for the last two months to talk to his housemate, since he was too cheap to actually go and buy them for himself.

"Hyung, why are you using sticky notes to communicate with your housemate instead of texting or, oh I don't know, actually talking face-to-face?"

A unanimous nodding of heads came from around the group at Juhos point, and he could tell by the incredulous looks in their eyes that he wasn't going to get away with just any old answer.

"Well, like I said it started by accident. One morning I had used up the last of the milk in my cereal and I knew I had to remind myself to get more, and since I had a Post-It on hand at that moment in time I just wrote "Buy milk" and stuck it on the fridge. But when I got back from class that evening there was a pink note on the fridge instead, and it said "I got milk and eggs since we were out of those too. I'm Inseong, it's nice to finally (kinda) meet you!" and then obviously I wrote him a note back to say thanks for the groceries and to introduce myself and it just sorta escalated from there."

There was just a long period of nothing as his friends took in all the information. Youngbin had wanted to tell them from the start but he kept it to himself, feeling like it was something almost intimate between him and Inseong, and he hadn't particularly wanted to share it.

"Binnie hyung, I know that look on your face, you get like this when you're crushing on someone. I'm telling you right now, as your friend, I cannot let you start pining for a guy you've never even met."

It was the first time Seokwoo had spoken since his outraged shriek in response to Youngbin telling them he had yet to meet Inseong when they first sat down. He seemed much calmer now, and less likely to nag Youngbins ear off for doing something stupid. But he could still feel the judgmental looks from five pairs of eyes.

"You can't really be crushing on him can you hyung? Like Seokwoo said, you haven't even met the guy, and you've only spoken to him through yellow pieces of paper."

"He uses pink Post-Its Juho, and I don't know why but I just feel like he gets me. Like, it's not just grocery lists we leave for each other, they are also notes of encouragement or information about the day or plans and it feels really domestic to me."

Youngbin hoped they wouldn't push him into saying any more than that, because he didn't want to tell them about the time he had found a note saying "I'm sad" and felt his heart crack a little, or the time Inseong had made extra dinner and left it aside for him when he knew Youngbins dance practice was going to run late. He didn't want to explain why he felt the need to write a Post-It telling his housemate about his 100% on a quiz before he even told the rest of his friends, or how his heart soared when the note he got back said "I'm proud of you Youngbinnie!". They were very personal feelings, and he wasn't quite sure if he was ready to acknowledge what they might mean. Youngbin thought he had been in love before, during his first year of college, with a classmate- Kim Youjin, tall and handsome and wickedly clever. They dated in secret for three months before Youngbin confronted him about making their relationship public. But Youjin wasn't ready to come out just yet, and so he left, breaking Youngbin's heart in the process. There are no longer any hard feelings between the two, but that was the first time Youngbin had felt a true ache of pain in his chest from something emotional. How was he supposed to explain to his friends that he felt that same aching pain when he saw unhappy thoughts expressed on a pink piece of paper.

"Hyung, I am happy that you finally decided to tell us about your little situation, but what I'm struggling to see is why now?"

It was Youngkyun, again with his sensible observations. None of the others had given much thought to why Youngbin was suddenly telling them this over their Monday morning coffee, but he had, and Youngbin couldn't help but grin. Law was certainly the right thing for him to be studying. But now they were all looking at him expectantly, and he sighed knowing that he had to give something else away if he wanted their help.

"Ok, well I am sorry to break it to you Woonie but I do think I am developing some sort of feelings for him. And the reason I told you guys is because I need help making a plan to meet him."

It wasn't very often Youngbin directly asked for help, he would always try to work things out by himself first, and even after that he never admitted to needing help, but would gratefully accept it anyway. So when he did ask them to help, they knew it was something he was serious about and they would do anything they could for him.

"Do you have his phone number hyung? Why not just text him and ask to meet up?"

"Yeah, or ditch your last class and go home early to meet him, would that not work?"

Taeyang and Chanhee both had pretty solid ideas, which in any normal case would be a perfect solution. Only, Youngbin didn't want to text Inseong out of the blue to ask to talk, that sounded too ominous, and arriving home unexpectedly might do more harm than good.

"You are obviously bothered a lot by this, and if you are then chances are that your housemate is too. Why don't you just leave him a message saying that you would like to meet him properly, and leave the ball in his court."

Of course it was responsible mom Seokwoo who came up with the most reasonable plan, and it gave Youngbin a small bit of comfort that he wouldn't be overstepping any boundaries by giving Inseong full control over meeting up. Maybe Seokwoo was right and he was just as anxious to meet Youngbin, but if that wasn't the case then his offer wasn't forced. And besides, it most certainly couldn't get any more awkward than the current situation.

"Thank you guys, for the advice and for not making fun of me too much."

They all laughed as they filed out of their group spot into the autumn sun, their coffee was all gone and Youngkyun had a 10 am lecture to go to. They said their goodbyes at the square as they went their own ways and Youngbin couldn't be more thankful he had such a calm and understanding group of friends.

[dapperfvck-arc]

BASIC.

FULL NAME. John Constantine NICKNAME. officially, Conjob, mostly from his days on the punk scene. On the esoteric side of things he may be referred to “The Laughing Magician” or, more derisively “a petty dabbler”. BIRTHDAY. May 10 (by original Hellblazer canon, he was born in 1953, but I’ve taken it upon myself to adjust his birth year to some time in the early 70s give or take) ETHNIC GROUP.  Caucasian NATIONALITY.  English (with strongly implied deep Russian roots) LANGUAGE.  English, basic grasp of most major European languages, profound fluency in dead/magical/infernal languages SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Bisexual af RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Verse/continuity dependent, though this blog is fairly heavily multi-ship. However, it should be noted that on the MCU continuity, John is in an exclusive, committed relationship with Matt Murdock ( @dcviltongued ) CLASS. Middle to lower class. Is very good at getting fast money (scams, gambling, dealing in magic artifacts/antiques of questionable quality and veracity) so may appear to be better off at certain times HOME TOWN / AREA. Liverpool, England, but has been living in London since leaving the family home at 17. CURRENT HOME. Heavily verse/continuity/thread dependent. John is a frequent traveller. PROFESSION. Somewhat verse/continuity dependent. Really it’s just a matter of whether or not he charges for exorcisms or magic rituals. My personal endgame for John is legitimacy. Like becoming a preternatural PI (and sometimes mundane) for hire or whatever. As a general rule though, his profession is con artist. He’s never worked a honest day’s work in his life. The closest he ever got was when he was a “rock star”. He could also be considered a professional gambler, patronizing horse tracks, underground card games, legal casinos, and I imagine can hustle at pool. Scams range from blackmail to using his reputation as an occultist to take advantage of people willing to pay for spell work.

PHYSICAL.

HAIR. Short and usually rather messy. He rocks bedhead pretty aggressively. May be shaved and very short on the sides and styled into a faux to actual mohawk. He’s very blonde despite not getting very much sun as a general.  EYES. Electric blue, often almost fever bright. Deep and captivating, extremely intense straight on. NOSE. difficult to pin down due to the range of styles in which John have been drawn. Usually broad and more or less regular, occasionally somewhat crooked from being broken, though by and large, it’s portrayed as straight. Some artists, such as Moriat and Sean Murphy have drawn it as narrow and somewhat aquiline. I guess, I tend lean toward the former despite my deep love for Murphy’s interpretation of John, simply because I feel like my choice in FC is somewhat based on Tim Bradstreet and Leonardo Manco’s artistic interpretations of John, both of which I honestly adore just as well. FACE. Yet another loooong explanation here, I’m sorry. Artists tend to lean between giving him either a square face, classically handsome appearance (Steve Dillon, John Higgins, Ron Tiner, most of artists that have drawn him in the DC titles he’s appeared in), a broader, more every man appearance (Sean Phillips, Leonardo Manco to some degree, though later proved quite capable of drawing him stunningly handsome, and Tim Bradstreet), however still attractive but somewhat more haggard, stubbled, and/or slightly seedy in appearance, and finally a sharper, more diamond shape to his face featuring high cheekbones, a pointed chin and fine bone structure (Sean Murphy, Marcelo Frusin, and Moriat). Once more, in reference to my face claim for John, I suppose I tend to favour a more classically handsome appearance, simply because I like the idea of him having a pleasant, almost trustworthy face given that he is a con artist and considered an extremely good one (sometimes even the greatest con artist alive but idk whatever), and I feel like looking as dodgy as say, Frusin’s interpretation, I can’t imagine him being as successful as he is, you feel me? That guy looks like he’ll fuck you over for a corn chip. LIPS. Sensuous, faintly lined from his his smoking habit COMPLEXION.  Like any good Englishman that tends to move about by night and quite a bit dressed, John’s very pale. I do think he has a faintly pronounced undertone of pink. This colour will get brighter when he gets drunk, aroused, angry, or the exceedingly rare instance that he’s embarrassed  BLEMISHES. None SCARS. Aside from the scarification, which is better off detailed in the next section, and I ALWAYS FORGET TO MENTION THIS, he definitely has a long scar over one eye from a demon trying to cut it out with a blade. Since many magic rituals call for blood, I head canon that he also has faint scarring on his arms because he doesn’t practice human or animal sacrifice and his own blood instead.

TATTOOS. Arse tattoo of pine tree courtesy of Swamp Thing being a punk bitch, ritual tattoos faded into appearing as scarification. HEIGHT. 5′11 (184.34 cm) WEIGHT: prolly ranges between 150-160lbs (140 at his lightest) BUILD.  Long legs, somewhat of a broad upper torso, can be a bit soft in the middle. In general, he’s rather thin but his musculature is not usually very defined. In other words, no big, sexy pecs or cut abs. If anything he’s more sleek lines and narrow planes. ALLERGIES.  none USUAL HAIR STYLE. Freshly fucked USUAL CLOTHING. Dark suits, usually dark blue or black and trench coat, usually tan, has also been portrayed as black, yellow, or a mossy kinda green. In theory it could be said that these aren’t just differing interpretations from artists but that John owns coats in different colours, styles, and fabrics, but his favourite is the tan, longer style

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR. abandonment, amounting to nothing, not being able to protect those he cares about ASPIRATION. survival, making some kind of mark on this world, a measure of contentment POSITIVE TRAITS. Compassionate and determined, above all. Though not about to admit to it, he's still deeply idealistic. Strangely forgiving. He doesn’t really keep grudges. Loving, considerate, understanding, and rarely judgmental  NEGATIVE TRAITS. Those good things up above? They’re encased in a shell of harsh cynicism and apathy. Depending on his mood or particular part of his life depends on how hard a shell he is to crack. He may also experience depressive periods where he doesn’t give a shit about anyone or anything and just wants to drink. VICE HABIT.  Chain smokes, drinks, frequency dependent on what’s up in his life, though I do not believe he’s an alcoholic, sorry, because lol look, drinking a lot doesn’t mean you have a dependency. Indulges in drugs infrequently, mostly hallucinogens and weed, though I also tend to head canon that he flirted with a cocaine habit while fronting Mucous Membrane.  FAITH.  It’s complicated GHOSTS? Duh. He sees them plain as any living person AFTERLIFE?  Yeah, but uh, he doesn’t consider them eternal respites. They’re just planes of existence that he can either enter, leave, or pull people out. REINCARNATION? Maybe? ALIENS? I meeeeaannn....technically in DCU he’s acquainted with the concept of aliens and may or may not have fucked Hal Jordan POLITICAL ALIGNMENT. Liberal ECONOMIC PREFERENCE. comfortable  SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION. working class warlock EDUCATION LEVEL.  Predominately self-educated. His frightfully intelligent and has been cited as having genius level intellect. Although I’m not sure I’d go so far as confirm that, I do thing he’s extremely clever and pragmatic. School bored him to tears and he was the type of kid the counselors and teachers say “exceedingly bright but unwilling to apply himself”. He reads voraciously, has an eidetic memory, and isn’t afraid of putting himself in new situations.

FAMILY.

FATHER.  Thomas (dead, murdered by the Family Man) MOTHER.  Mary Anne (died in child birth) SIBLINGS.  Cheryl (murdered by husband, currently residing in Hell), an unnamed twin brother referred to as the Golden Child or Boy, the true heir to the Laughing Magician (stillborn, soul was later absorbed by John in trippy magic ritual, only to be expelled later in life when it was revealed that...uh...he was influencing John’s destiny to be perpetually sabotaged. Hellblazer’s a weird comic, you guys) EXTENDED  FAMILY.  Gemma, his niece. They have a rather stormy relationship. Chas, his best mate. Lovers may also be included in this. NAME MEANING. John: Jehovah has been Gracious/Shown Favour (lmao) Constantine: Constant, steadfast, generally referred to as “The Constant One”

HISTORICAL CONNECTION. Is strongly implied that John’s related, if perhaps distantly, to Constantine the Great.

FAVOURITES.

BOOKS.  Prefers non-fiction MUSIC. Rock music, most notably 70s and 80s era punk rock. Likes the Pogues. Given the stack of evidence that John skirts the edge of the Goth scene cos he likes the aesthetic on women, I have a feeling he’s adopted into his music tastes. The Cure, Smiths, and Cocteau Twins in reference to an 80s mixtape John might make. Which i question the Smiths heavily, but The Cure and Cocteau Twins seems fairly legit. I bet Kit loved the Cocteau Twins. In that same vein of thought, although I tend to think John doesn’t like electronic music, he may have adopted some industrial bands into his preferences but he’s not about to talk about ti any time soon. DEITY.  Whichever one doesn’t hate him HOLIDAY.  doesn’t care MONTH. same SEASON.  Fall PLACE.  London or New York, in the case of sentimentality that he will never be able to get back to, the years when he was bumming around Ireland with Brenden and Kit WEATHER. Overcast SOUND.  He’s a city boy through and through, even if he may get frustrated with society on a whole, so he’s comforted by city sounds more than silence SCENT.  A freshly poured pint, the first cigarette of the day, skin and sex sweat TASTE.  Gin FEEL. He’s a sensualist. Body to body, breathing another person’s breath, his please, another person’s pleasure, his pleasure, all that good stuff. I also feel like he enjoys being drunk or stoned for the sake of having his thoughts dulled to a degree. He’s the sort of man who has lots of thoughts and situational observational input. John is basically perpetually mentally overstimulated and he likes the relief from that in inebriation. ANIMAL.  Fox  NUMBER.  hahaha idea numerology man COLOUR.  warm and neutral tones

EXTRA.

TALENTS. So many. He’s a jack of all trades in a lot of ways. He can pick a lock, displays some artistic talent in that he can draw very intricate magic circles and sigils, if you consider that John wrote Venus of the Hardsell, he’s clearly got some ability to express himself in lyrics and words, i like to think he can play guitar, is apparently good with delicate craftsmanship (he used to help Dani build furniture for her dollhouses. This is canon by the way), suppose you could say he can sort of sing, but that’s debatable, and of course he’s very manipulative and speaks very well, is educated enough to be able to bullshit through various situations. TURN ONS. Total ass man, loves a great ass on a man or woman, dark hair, dark eyes, strong men, he’s a switch, but loves being manhandled and dominated to a degree, by either gender, honestly, danger, open affection, being wanted, loved, and cherished. So many things, honestly. John Constantine is easy. TURN OFFS.   Hardcore kink HOBBIES. Sleep, pub crawls, pretending he’s normal, reading TROPES. Con man with a heart of gold, charming bastard, unrepentant rogue, urban magician, supernatural detective, living legend AESTHETICS. smoke, chalk dust, wind and rain swept streets, London after midnight, narrow, dark alleys, haunted places, rumpled bed sheets, messy hair, dive bars, wicked smiles, deep kisses

FC INFO.

MAIN  FC. Ewan McGregor // comic caps from various issues he’s appeared ALT  FC. Keanu Reeves for my filmverse OLDER  FC. Don’t have one as yet YOUNGER  FC. Ewan McGregor   VOICE  CLAIM.  Jason Stathem

Tagged by: @vamptrampbamf Tagging: lmao fuckin everyone.

[bazzledazzled]

Hey! Anon who had sent the snowbaz prompt about the color yellow, etc. that was really really awesome! You're writing style is fantastic, and the quality is amazing!! Wow! Are you still excepting prompts? Because if so I'd love to see perhaps an insecure Baz and snow being kind? I really loved how you handled snow being self deprecating in your fic and how Baz handled it and I'd love to see something the other way around? Also, park, cold, blanket, eyes, bird, and leafs? That'd be so awesome,omg

AWWWWW OMGS TY ANON!!!!! OKAY SO the sad thing is I kinda got carried away and didn’t include EVERYTHING that you asked for, but I tried to get as much as I could. SECOND OF ALL I hope it’s okay, but I decided to try and use this for the @snowbaz-feda thingy (that I have been wanting to participate in and have only now been able to get something done) so um…. yeah here we go!! 

It was a beautiful spring morning with birds singing their cheerful tunes as they hid among the swaying leaves of trees with twisting branches and big, bright blossoms. There were cheerful shrieks of children running through the open fields playing games of tag and such. Toddlers giggled as they attempted to chase after fluttering butterflies, almost tumbling to the ground before they pulled themselves up again, playing the game until the butterfly flew too far.

And amongst the hoards and hoards of people, where three people in their early twenties, taking advantage of their spring break and strolling through the lush gardens. The tallest of the three held hands loosely with the boy beside him, who was easily recognizable by his bronze hair and blue eyes. And next to him a short girl had her arm linked through his, rolling her eyes at every remark the two made. Honestly, Penny had no idea why she even tried to spend time with the two dorks that were Simon Snow and Baz Pitch. They were so in love it was sickening.

“I could totally fly up to the top of that tree,” Simon argues, looking at the rather gigantic tree in front of them. Baz snorts.

“Please Snow. You can barely fly a foot off the ground.”

“That’s because I didn’t really try.”

“You’re both idiots.”

“Nobody told you to come, Bunce,” Baz says, but there’s a small smile on his lips.

“I had to come or else you both would’ve gotten yourselves killed. Need I remind you of that time at the zoo?”

“BUT THEY WERE SO SAD PENNY–”

“Nope. I’m not having this conversation again, Simon. Honestly both of you act like children.”

“Do not,” Baz scoffs. Penny raises an eyebrow.

“Okay fine maybe a little bit.”

“Case and point.”

“Whatever.” They walk a little while longer, enjoying the many sounds of the park and the smell of spring air. And as they did, Simon tried to douse the crippling anxiety that was forming within him. Today was the day, and he was worried how Baz would react.

Baz wasn’t exactly the easy-to-read type. If he was being honest with himself, he could barely figure out that his “plotting” face was actually his “madly-in-love” face when they were still at Watford, which means that he was either incredibly stupid, or Baz hid his emotions well. Sure, as they started to get used to each other Simon got better and better at reading Baz, but it wasn’t exactly like he was an open book. He didn’t know how much Baz loved him. He could just be going through the motions, or he could love him so much that it felt like a weight was crushing on his chest.

But, as Penny caught his gaze, he knew he had to do this. It was now or never.

–

Baz was worried. More worried than he’s ever been in his entire life, and that was a lot of worrying. He saw the signs before Simon himself seemed to realize them. The way he was wringing his hands nervously whenever he spoke to Baz, the way he didn’t really quite meet Baz’s eyes. He also seemed to be, in a way, distancing himself a little, as if he found Baz…. repulsive.

Sure he shouldn’t think about these things too much but….

Simon Snow hated Baz for a total of seven years with every inch of his being. They were constantly growling at each other, seeing who could pack the hardest punch. They were constantly picking at each other, which made it seem almost impossible for Baz to have a shot with him. Let’s be honest here, when a guy calls you a “bastard” twenty-four seven and considers you as his “enemy,” there’s a good chance he hates you more than you can possibly know.

But… somehow, in the middle of a flaming forest with years of self-hatred pouring off of him in waves, Simon Snow kissed him, sparking a new fire in his heart. None of it made sense. Nothing added up… which sometimes made Baz wonder if this was all part of some plan that Simon had. Sure, it was a cruelness that he never thought Simon would sink to, but maybe he finally figured out how much he hated Baz.

And when Simon stopped him in the middle of the park, Baz could practically hear the words echoing in his ears. I’m sorry Baz it’s just…. Not working for me.

Simon nodded at Penny, who took a step back, wandering off to a nearby bench where she sat down, watching not-so-subtly. The fidgeting increased outrageously as Simon stepped in front of Baz, the sound of his tail swishing and his wings flapping audible. His cheeks dotted with constellations of moles coloured a bright pink that spread down his neck and up to his ears. Shakily, he grabbed one of Baz’s hands, looking up into his eyes for the first time all day, his blue eyes clouded with fear.

“B-baz I–um….” He turned back to Penny, who gave him an overly enthusiastic thumbs up.

“T-these last couple years with you have been, well amazing and I–” he squeezes his eyes tight, looking so embarrassed that it made Baz’s heart lurch. He couldn’t watch him sit through that.

“It’s okay Simon. I know.”

“Y-you do?”

“I mean, it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?”

“I-it is?” Simon says, as pale as a ghost.

“I mean–” Baz takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “–I’ve always kind of known that the day would arrive because, well, you’re you and I’m….. me and I totally understand it’s just–” Baz stops himself, trying to keep his breathing under control. Simon looks more confused than usual.

“Look…. It’s fine, Simon. I get that sometimes these things…. Don’t really work out as they should so–”

“Wait… what?” Simon says, still looking confused but a little less agitated.

“You’re breaking up with me, aren’t you?” And then…. Simon laughs. A snorty kind of laugh that makes tears stream from his face.

“Aleister Crowley, Baz. No, I am not breaking up with you.”

“Then what–” Simon casts one last glance over his shoulder at Penny, then looks back at Baz. He clutches his hands tightly and bends down onto one knee.

“Baz I–I just love you so much, okay? Aleister Crowley I love you so much and I…. I want to know if–” he reaches into his pocket, almost dropping the small black box inside of it. Blushing fiercely, he opens it up, revealing to a startled Baz a small golden band, marked with a pattern that almost seemed to resemble flames.

“Baz…. W-will you marry me?”