#painting like this is actually pretty fun i can’t lie

[valentronic]

GET ME OUT OF THIS AIR CONDITIONED NIGHTMARE

weird oc art? on this blog? it’s more likely than you’d think (even if it took a week or two to feel like posting it) technically a redraw of an older thing with the same character but i Went Ham this time, very therapeutic to paint meat

[leclercsainzz]

WISTFUL YEARNING PART 2

PAIRINGS: charles leclerc x fem!reader

TYPE: social media au

part 1 - part 2

yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, lewishamilton and 683,027 others

yourusername: c’est la vie

see translation: that’s life

tagged: @yourbrother

view 5,846 comments

user: @yourbrother is sooo fine, omgg

user: pretty girl 😍

user: charles liked 😭

leclerc_pascale: la plus jolie fille de tous les temps 😍

see translation: the prettiest girl ever

↳ yourusername: 😘

↳ user: pascale just like me! i’ll never get over charles and yn

arthur_leclerc: toby 🥺

yourmom: mes bébés

see translation: my babies

↳ yourbrother: tu m’aimes plus

see translation: you love me more

yourbrother: pourquoi essaies-tu toujours de prende mon chein?

see translation: why are you always trying to take my dog?

francisca.cgomes: my love 😘

user: the fact that charles liked means so much to me

user: her brother fine asf 😍

↳ user: their genes are perfect!

user: charles really fumbled

↳ user: how? he’s literally married with a kid on the way

↳ user: that’s a win for me .. if anything yn fumbled

user: WISH I LOOKED LIKE YOU 😩

user: charles liked abbakansns

charles_leclerc: @yourbrother 😍

↳ user: tHe cOmmeNT

↳ user: same charles same

↳ user: even after all these years, he’ll always choose yourbrother

user: i know that comment was for yn 😉

↳ user: he just tagged @yourbrother as a distraction

user: youre so gorgeous 😍

user: toby’s sooo cute omg

user: ohh, to be her 😩

pierregasly: mon français préféré 😘 @yourbrother

see translation: my favorite french

↳ yourusername: mon garçon français préféré 😘 @estebanocon

see translation: my favorite french boy

user: LMAO THESE TWO 😂

imessage

yourusername

liked by arthur_leclerc, yourbrother and 642,910 others

yourusername: ice cream makes everything better(:

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leclerc_pascale: ma belle fille, tu as raté notre rendezvous

see translation: my beautiful girl, you missed our date

leclerc_pascale: je vous pardonne

see translation: i forgive you

user: nOt her ditching pascale 😭

user: charles is going through it while she’s on ice cream dates

user: NEW MANS OR WHAT?!???

user: who is that?!!? 👀

user: isn’t that charles and her favorite ice cream shop??

↳ user: oMG THAT IS

user: she’s showing her new boy her fav ice cream shop 😭

user: wait— she’s in monaco?!!?

user: that could be @yourbrother for all we know

user: yn, babe, you ditched THE pascale leclerc?!!?? 🤔

↳ user: anD for what?!??

arthur_leclerc: où etait mon invitation? 🙄

see translation: where was my invitation?

↳ yourusername: je ne sais pas de quoi tu parles

see translation: i don’t know what you’re talking about

user: plot twist— that’s actually charles

user: not her having fun w/o charles 🙄

↳ user: gIrL WHAT?!!?

↳ user: mans found out his whole marriage is a lie and this is her

↳ user: it’s not her fault, tf?!!?

charlotte2304: mon amour 😘

see translation: my love

user: what do you think about charles’ situation???

user: why are people still bringing up charles?!!

↳ user: bro, literally! like let her live her life

↳ user: they can’t move on, frr 😭

user: that ice cream looks sooo good

↳ yourusername: THE BEST, trust me

user: who’s the dude?

lorenzotl: c’est logique pourquoi tu as abandonné

see translation: makes sense why you ditched

↳ joris__trouche: mhm

↳ user: WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?

↳ user: one word— CHARLES

↳ user: you’re delusional, my friend

user: she’s soooo pretty 😍

yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, francisca.cgomes and 685,840 others

yourusername: monaco, tu seras toujours célèbre <33

see translation: monaco, you’ll always be famous

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user: THE FERRARI SHIRT

user: she’s still a ferrari girl!!

user: yn, you’ll ALWAYS be famous <3

user: bodyyy omgg 😍

user: that painting is so beautiful, girl!

↳ yourusername: thanks love

↳ user: I LOVE U QUEEN

user: monaco’s IT girl

user: every time charles likes her post i die inside

isahernaez: beauttt 😍

↳ yourusername: ily my loveee 😘

user: i hope her and charles get back together

user: exwifename could NEVER compare to yn

user: TE AMO, YN ❤️

see translation: i love you, yn

yourbrother: apporte-moi quelque chose

see translation: bring me something

↳ yourusername: 🙄

user: the woman that you are, my goddd 😩

user: my only goal in life is to be like you

user: she still supports ferrari

charles_leclerc: admets juste que je t’ai manqué ;)

see translation: just admit you missed me

↳ yourusername: si je dis oui, alors quoi? 🫣

see translation: if i say yes, then what?

↳ user: UMM?!! PARENTS INTERACTING?? WTF??

↳ user: “then what?” U GET TOGETHER, DUHH

user: bitCh— is he flirting?

user: she knows damn well what she’s doing wearing that shirt

francisca.cgomes: sexyyy

↳ yourusername: girlfriend, that’s youuu

↳ pierregasly: tu devrais retourner en france @yourusername

see translation: you should go back to france

↳ yourusername: reste en colère, putain de merde 😘

see translation: stay mad, stupid fuck

user: her friendship with pierre is to much 😭

↳ user: i cant tell if they actually like each other or not most times

↳ yourusername: trust me, i love that ugly french

↳ pierregasly: love you too stupid bitch ❤️

↳ user: tHat’s progress, i guess 😂

user: MOTHER 😍

imessage

yourusername

liked charlotte2304, isahernaez and 689,847 others

yourusername: ☀️

view 5,836 comments

user: are we gonna talk about arthur’s story yesterday?? 👀

user: i wanna have this life so bad

user: bodyyy-odyy 😍

user: you CANNOT tell me that isn’t charles

↳ user: it’s def him!

yourmom: a-t-il cuisiné ce délicieux repas?

see translation: did he cook that delicious meal?

↳ yourusername: oui! je peux confirmar que c’était délicieux

see translation: yes! i can confirm it was delicious

↳ user: if this man can cook, it’s not charles 😭

user: ain’t no way its charles since he cant cook

yourbrother: les pâtes ont l’air bonnes 🤤

see translation: the pasta looks good

↳ user: yourbrother is the biggest charles food hater

↳ user: so that confirms it’s not charles or????

charlotte2304: oooouuu 😍

user: is that charles?

user: girl— arthur’s story??? hello???

charles_leclerc: mine mine mine mine

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charles_leclerc: je veux des pâtes maintenant

see translation: i want pasta now

↳ user: are ya’ll together or nah??

user: PLEASE TELL ME THAT’S CHARLES 😭

user: ughh, you’re literally goals 😩

↳ yourusername: 😘 you’re a doll

user: YN, one chance, please 🙏🏼

user: guys, that is definitely charles

leclerc_pascale: tu me manques, jolie fille

see translation: i miss you, pretty girl

user: CONVINCED that that is charles

lorenzotl: 😏

user: part of me says it’s charles the other part says nooo

user: can we trade lives?

user: idk if i want to be you or be with you 😩

user: her account is aesthetically pleasing

user: @charles_leclerc that better be you, mate

carlossainz55: did he really cook? 😂

↳ yourusername: yuppp

↳ user: this confirms it’s charles, noo?

user: prettiest girl ever 🥰

↳ yourusername: ❤️❤️

↳ user: OMG ILY

yourusername

liked by lorenzotl, leclerc_pascale and 699,640 others

yourusername: yes, i’m that bitch 😘

view 6,102 comments

user: the caption lmao

user: OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

user: parents are officially back

user: bItch omg—

user: she’s THAT bitch (a baddd bitch) 😍

user: @exwife currently crying rn

user: MOM AND DAD

user: YN, YOURE A BADDD BITCHH 😩

user: can chaRles fight?!??

↳ yourusername: unfortunately, he cannot

↳ yourusername: so i’m gonna need you to settle down, babes

↳ user: are you flirting with me??

carlossainz55: ABOUT TIME

sebastianvettel: ❤️❤️

user: the shade 🤣

leclerc_pascale: ma belle fille 😘

see translation: my beautiful girl

isahernaez: gorggg 😍

user: I KNEW THEY WERE BACK TOGETHER

user: THANK GOD THEY’RE BACK 😭😭

user: leave him, he doesn’t deserve you

yourmom: je vous aime tous les deux ❤️

see translation: i love you both

user: we love supportive mothers

↳ user: yourmom and pascale >>

user: YA’LL BETTER GET MARRIED THIS TIME FRRR

| liked by yourusername

user: charles is a romantic

charles_leclerc: je t’aime, mon amour 😘

see translation: i love you, my love

charles_leclerc: c’est ma fille

see translation: that’s my girl

charles_leclerc: mine mine mine mine

↳ user: we get it, that’s your girl 😔

arthur_leclerc: “just friends” 🤣

↳ yourusername: 🤫

↳ user: LMAOO

charles_leclerc

liked by yourmom, sebastianvettel and 700,177 others

charles_leclerc: avec l’amour de ma vie 🤍

see translation: with the love of my life

view 5,846 comments

user: will never get over them

user: PROPOSE TO HER, YOU COWARD 😩

user: that’s a sexyyy back

yourmom: ❤️❤️

user: yn, you’re sooo gorggg 😍

yourbrother: ella ressemble à ce minion

see translation: she looks like that minion

↳ arthur_leclerc: oui, ella le fait

see translation: yes, she does

yourusername: mon amour 😘

↳ charles_leclerc: je t’aime

see translation: i love you

user: wife her up

user: MOM AND DAD FRRR

user: he sure moved on real fast 🤣

↳ user: its been like two month, YOU move on

↳ user: plus yn is literally the love of his life .. (soulmates frr)

user: “with the love of my life” 😭

user: exwife could’ve had all this LmAo

user: actually, she’s the love of MY life

user: they’re so important to me

user: you better not fuck up this time

joris__trouche: 😉

user: MY wife and her boyfriend

user: you better wife her up, mate

user: ynnnnn 😍

user: can we talk about his back for a second?!!? 😩

user: poor exwife 🥺

↳ user: girl, bye! go support that cheater elsewhere

user: HE GOT THE GIRL AGAIN!!!

user: parents 😘

user: she’s the most gorgeous girl ever, i swear 😍

| liked by charles_leclerc

user: ADOPT ME, PLEASE

user: i love them so muchhh 😭

user: my parents

yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, yourbrother and 674,857 others

yourusername: meet my baby boy leo <33

view 4,026 comments

user: OMG THAT TWITTER ACCOUNT WAS RIGHT

user: omg omg omg omg

user: bItch omg— IM IN LOVEEE 🥰

user: can ya’ll adopt me too?!?? i can bark

user: i need toby and leo to meet

yourbrother: 🥺

↳ user: WE NEED A PIC OF TOBY AND LEO

arthur_leclerc: oncle arthur à son service

see translation: uncle arthur at his service

lorenzotl: aww

charlotte2304: je suis amoureux

see translation: i’m in love

user: THIS IS SO ADORABLE 😭

user: leooooo 😍

user: mommas boy

user: i can also bark, if you wanna adopt me as well

user: i cant, omgg

charles_leclerc: ma belle fille

see translation: my beautiful girl

charles_leclerc: mon beau garçon

see translation: my beautiful boy

charles_leclerc: mes deux amours ❤️

see translation: my two loves

landonorris: im gonna steal him next time i see him

scruderiaferrari: now we just need a baby leclerc

| liked by yourusername, charles_leclerc

↳ user: admin is one of us 😭

↳ user: LMAOOO

user: PLEASE ADOPT ME TOO 😩

user: that dog lucky asfff

user: where’s the ring at??? 👀

user: mom and dad (frrr) 🥰

user: he’s sooo cute omg

francisca.cgomes: baby leo 🥰

user: obsessed with their cute little family

user: we need leo to meet toby asap

alex_albon: cuteeee

user: lewis got competition in the paddock now

user: charles referring to them as “my two loves” 😭😭

user: CHARLES, WIFE HER UP

carlossainz55: 🐶

user: them >>>

user: alexa, how can i become a dog?

user: BARK BARK (adopt me now)

user: cute family 🥰

user: obsessed with them omg

carla.brocker: awhh 🥺

charles_leclerc

liked by yourusername, carlossainz55 and 698,748 others

charles_leclerc: LEO LECLERC LN 🐶❤️

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user: OMG HE HAS BOTH THEIR LAST NAMES 😭

user: when are you gonna wife yn up??!??

user: leo leclerc ln 🥺

user: leo pulling up to miami is so iconic

user: daddy’s boy

pierregasly: 😍

↳ user: is this emoji for leo or charles???

yourusername: mon garçons 😘

see translation: my boys

yourusername: ❤️❤️❤️❤️

user: where’s yn’s ring??!?

user: charles, adopt me, please

user: leo 🥰🥰

user: yn went to the miami gp to support her man!!!! 🤩

↳ user: and leo went to support his dad!!

user: that dog is luckier than me, i swear

user: he better wife yn up

| liked by charles_leclerc

user: i dont think leo realizes how lucky he is

user: leo, ask your parents if they can adopt me 😭

user: yn and charles starting a family

yourmom: 🥰🥰🥰 baby boy

user: obsessed with them

user: i love their cute little family

user: yn leclerc when??

user: couldn’t take toby from yourbrother so yn got her own dog

user: model leo??

user: second slide is so cute omg

user: they got their first puppy together 🥺

user: his last name 😩

user: i wanna be part of this family too

user: in love with all three of them

user: leo got the model genes from his mommy 🤣

user: WE NEED LEO AND TOBY TO MEET!!!! @yourbrother

user: the LECLERC-LN family is everything 😩❤️

↳ user: the way both their families are soo close is so cute

↳ user: pascale and yourmom are the biggest yncharles shippers

[lowkeychenle]

The Last Straw [ZCL] (M)

Description: Chenle has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. Being in love with him isn't easy, until you find out he reciprocates those feelings (thanks to Cockblocker!Jaemin).

(This was requested!! Thank you for the request and I'll respond to the ask with this link <3)

Genre: Fluff/Smut

Content Warnings: Explicit (protected) sex, I have a thing for Chenle saying pretty girl so excuse that in almost all of my Chenle fics rip me, Chenle is just perfect okay but also sassy

Word Count: 3,742

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader (feat. Cockblocker!Jaemin because he's a mess)

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(also I made a moodboard for this one instead of using gif and i think the moodboards are so much more fun so I'll prolly make these from now on! Disclaimer: I don't own any of these photos!)

“Respectfully, if you don’t knock that off, I’m gonna swat you upside the head.” You give Jaemin a pointed look from your spot on Chenle’s couch. “You’re just mad that he beat you again.”

“He cheated.” Jaemin crosses his arms over his chest, returning your glare with ease. “No way he’s actually that good at this shit.”

“I think I’m pretty good at everything, honestly.” Chenle shrugs, leaning back against the cushion and resting his arms along the top, fingertips brushing your shoulder.

You and Chenle have been best friends for years. Longer than he’s known Jaemin, that’s for sure. No way would you take Jaemin’s side over Chenle’s, even if he so happened to be in the wrong.

You look at him with a smile, which he returns, brow quirking in response. Jaemin grimaces at the two of you.

“At least let me leave before you start making out.” He scrunches up his nose. “Disgusting.”

The tips of your ears burn as your attention shoots over to Jaemin. At the same time, Chenle launches a throw pillow in his direction, leaning forward as if he’s about to stand up. Jaemin holds his hands up in mock surrender as he swats it away.

“Don’t shoot the messenger,” he says, running his fingers through his faded pink hair. “And don’t have too much fun by yourselves.”

When the door closes behind him, it leaves you and Chenle in awkward silence. You can’t lie and say you’d never thought about kissing him, but not recently. If ‘recently’ is only the past few days. There’s something about the general confidence Chenle has that makes you curious.

“Um.” Chenle clears his throat, pressing his lips together in a thin line. “Wanna pick something to watch? I’ll make popcorn.”

“Absolutely.” You give an exaggerated nod, lunging forward to grab the remote off the coffee table.

You think everything will go back to normal after he returns with a bowl. He sits next to you, putting his arm over your shoulders again and shifting until he’s pressed comfortably against you. This isn’t abnormal, but for some reason, it has your heart racing much faster than it should.

The show plays for maybe two minutes before he clears his throat. You think nothing of it until he does it again, pulling your attention to his face. The lights inside the house are off, but the sun is resting just above the horizon, painting an orange glow on his skin.

“What’s wrong with you?” you ask. “Do you need some water? You haven’t even had any popcorn yet.”

He blinks. Once. Twice. His eyes even flutter across your face.

“This is weird. What’s going on?” You frown at him.

“Have you ever thought about it?” He quirks an eyebrow.

You chuckle. “Thought about what?”

“Nevermind. Forget it.” He shakes his head, leaning back with a slight pout to his lips.

“No, tell me.” You gently smack his chest. “Don’t do that.”

“Fine. Just remember you made me say this,” he grumbles, sitting up again. He’s only inches away from you like this. “Have you ever thought about kissing me?”

“I mean…yeah.” You shrug. “We’re around each other all the time. I’ve literally seen you kiss people before. Nothing wrong with a little curiosity, you know?”

“Why haven’t you asked?”

“Asked what?” You laugh before you stop yourself. “To kiss you? Are you insane?”

“You just said you wanted to,” he points out, shifting closer. “Why wonder when you can know for real?”

“You want to?” Your eyes widen as they dart down to his lips unintentionally.

You watch his pupils dilate, his eyelids threatening to flutter shut as he nods. He’s so close to you, you feel his short, choppy breaths. What the hell are you doing? This is the last thing that should happen—in no world is Chenle kissing you a good idea. You’ll fall into a rabbit hole and probably accidentally admit how you want more than that.

No way in hell you’re going to stop him when he’s looking at you like that, though. He hesitates, meeting your gaze one last time, a thousand questions moving from his mind to yours. There’s only one you need to answer, and you do. Slowly, you nod.

The initial brush has sparks igniting along your skin, and you instinctively grip onto the sleeve of his T-shirt. Usually, he’d tease you for something like that. He’d say something about how you’re trying to strip him down, but he doesn’t seem to have any other thought besides kissing you right now. This is the most attractive you’ve ever seen him.

When he really kisses you, his full lips pressing gently against yours, you swear electricity courses through the two of you, the sparks enough to make you gasp. You’d imagined this plenty of times, but never did you think it could be like this.

He sighs, bringing his hand up to weave it through your hair. You push yourself closer to him and wrap your arms around his shoulders.

The second his tongue runs across your bottom lip, you let out a short, quiet moan. Instead of taking a moment to tease you about it, he uses the opening. The two of you battle for dominance, but when his thumb rubs against your scalp, you know you’re no match for him.

Everything around you heats up, and as much as you hate to deny it, you feel your panties dampen. Your body tingles with excitement as he guides your back down against the couch, finding the spot between your legs he fits in perfectly. No matter what, you don’t dare open your eyes or pull away right now. If this is a dream, you sure as hell don’t want to wake from it.

As he settles on top of you, you gasp when you feel him semi-hard through his shorts. Before you can psych yourself out of it, you reach for the hem of his shirt and start sliding it up. He takes the hint, pulling away to tug the fabric over his head. Unfortunately for you, you don’t have time to admire him before his lips are on yours again.

“I was almost all the way home when I—what the fuck?” A familiar voice from the doorway has Chenle launching away from you.

The trance is broken, the moment is gone, and all you’re left with is burning cheeks and instant shame under Jaemin’s scrutiny.

Chenle scrambles for his shirt, and instead of putting it back on, he puts it over his lap in a poor attempt to hide his arousal. You can’t bring yourself to sit up, your palms still flat on your face.

“I didn’t know you guys actually did that.” Jaemin grins, placing his hands on his hips and smiling widely. “Good job, buddy.”

“We don’t.” Chenle rolls his eyes. “What did you even need?’

“I left my jacket here.” Jaemin points over to the kitchen, where it’s draped over one of the dining room chairs.

“Okay…so how about you grab it…and you go?” Chenle glances up to the ceiling, as if he’s asking for strength, and then blinks rapidly at Jaemin. “Like, now.”

You still haven’t moved, only spreading your fingers apart to look at Chenle. 

“Right. Yeah, duh.” Jaemin rushes to get it, not acknowledging either of you again until he’s at the door. He stops, reaching into his pocket for his wallet before he tosses something at Chenle. “Make sure you’re safe! Bye!”

He leaves, and when you finally get the courage to look up, Chenle has his head in his palm. A condom is about a foot in front of him, sending another wave of embarrassment to your face.

“So…” Chenle trails off. “Maybe we should rewind the show.”

Disappointment flutters around your heart. “Uh, yeah. Sure.” You gulp and grab the remote. Regardless of how much you wish you could yell at Jaemin for interrupting, the urge to continue doesn’t subside.

“(Y/N).” He sighs, brows furrowing. “I need to tell you something.”

“Yeah?”

“I want to do that again.” He leans his head back on the couch, and this time, you pay close attention to the expanse of his neck. The two of you don’t hide things from each other, so nothing is off limits—you’ve heard all about the things he likes, and neck kisses are one of his weaknesses. Your mouth waters at the thought of it.

“Me too.”

“But I need you to know it’s not just…it’s not all I want.” He closes his eyes, cringing at his own words.

Your brain doesn’t compute what he means at first—you assume something completely different. “Are you saying you want to have sex?”

His attention shoots to you. “No! Well, yeah, but that’s not what I meant by that. I have feelings for you, dumbass."

“For me?” You snort, half-choking on a laugh until you realize he’s serious. “Why?”

“You’re an idiot.” He rolls his eyes and groans. “Why wouldn’t I? Have you seen yourself? Met yourself? You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, but if you even try to repeat that to anyone I will vehemently deny it until the day I die.”

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that?” Your brain whirls at the sight of him, and your entire body yearns to be close to his again.

“It’s the truth. I’ve liked you for a while now, but I’ve never had the courage to say anything.” Chenle chews the inside of his cheek, pondering. The thought of Chenle’s confidence wavering when it comes to you has your heart tumbling in your chest.

“You know what this means?” You quirk an eyebrow at him.

“Hm?”

“Your mom is going to be so excited.” You bite back a smile, but it breaks through anyway when you see him glare at you, narrowing his eyes.

“Why would you bring my mom up right now? Are you trying to make me go soft?” His words send heat to your cheeks, and it takes everything in you not to tap them to snap yourself out of it.

“You’re still hard after Jaemin came in here like that?” You push his shoulder.

“I was on top of you, dude. There’s only one way I’ll be able to get this thing down, and hopefully, it’ll be with you and not my hand.” He takes a deep breath. “Whatever you decide is good with me.”

Leaving Chenle to his hand is the last thing you’d even think about doing right now. You don’t want to move too quickly, but when he looks away from you briefly, you use that as an opportunity to straddle his lap. He gulps and shifts beneath you, immediately gripping your waist.

“And now you’re on top of me,” he mutters. “I’m gonna have so many dreams about this.”

Before your nerves can overtake you, you dip your head down until you're mere centimeters from him. He wasn’t lying about how hard he is, his bulge pressing beautifully against you. At this point, you curse yourself for wearing denim shorts. You’d be feeling it so much more if you were in something softer.

“You should know,” he says, right hand trailing up to cup your cheek. “We can take this slow if you want. I don’t want to rush you. Everything needs to be done right.”

“Kiss me, dumbass.”

He grins softly, only for a moment before his beautiful mouth is on yours again, working magic you’re sure only he’s capable of. You live for the sounds the two of you make, your lips moving together in harmony as if you’re made for each other.

At this point, you think you just may be.

You sit still on top of him, not quite wanting to elevate things yet, and he doesn’t push you. He lets you take everything at your own pace. Eventually, your tongues meet again, but you don’t fight him this time. You allow him to explore your mouth, sighing at how skilled he is at it. When he pulls away, his teeth gently digging into your bottom lip to tug it, you groan, your hips finally moving on their own accord. His smug look quickly fades as his breath shudders. You grind down on him, his hardness gliding along your clit through way too many sets of fabric.

“Chenle,” you groan. “I need you.”

“Patience, pretty girl,” he hums, moving along to your rhythm. “Need you to keep going, okay? Don’t stop.”

You didn’t intend to. Instead of waiting for his next move, your lips connect with his neck, nipping and licking along the skin you know is sensitive. You feel his soft moan before you hear it, and something inside of you snaps.

“Damn it, Chenle, I need more.”

“Do you?” His gaze darkens when he meets yours, fingers still weaved in your hair.

“I need you.”

He wets his lips, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he nods. “We should go to my room.”

Doing your best to keep grinding down on him, you reach down to the bottom of your T-shirt, making quick work of it so it can join Chenle’s on the couch. He stares at you, attention everywhere.

“I lied,” he breathes out, shaking his head. “I don’t like you. I’m in love with you. Let me take you to my room.”

The confession sends you reeling for half a second, and then you’re sliding off his lap to allow him to get up. You’re already weak at the knees thinking of all the things about to happen between the two of you, but you don’t dare say anything else as he bends to grab Jaemin’s condom from the ground, intertwines your fingers, and practically drags you toward his bedroom.

Right when you step foot through the threshold, he closes the door behind you and pushes you up against it. His lips work harshly on yours, leaving you to whine into him. Without wasting another second, his fingers pop the button on your shorts, and he pushes them down your thighs. They slide to the floor, leaving you in your bra and panties. You almost get self-conscious at the way he’s looking at you, but his hand starts ghosting along your inner thighs.

“I wonder how wet you are.” His voice is dangerously low, sending all sorts of shivers up your spine.

“Why don’t you feel and find out?” you taunt him, rocking your hips toward him.

With one quick movement, he unclasps your bra, leaving your top half bare as his head dips down. He nips at the flesh, and you swear you feel your heart pounding in your throat. Taking your nipple into his mouth, he swirls along it. He tweaks the other, and a moan escapes you before you can even try to hold it back.

“How about I make you cum on my face?” he mumbles, nipping as his mouth trails downward.

Then he’s on his knees in front of you. Never in your wildest dreams had you ever imagined a man like Chenle on his knees for you. His fingers hook in the hem of your panties, and he glances up at you.

“Are you sure this is okay?”

You nod, but it’s not enough for him.

“Say it out loud,” he commands. “I need to hear you say it.”

“It’s more than okay. Please do something.” Your head thuds against the wood of the door.

He smirks, tugging your panties down to the floor. Hoisting your leg up on his shoulder, he leans forward to lick a broad stripe up your core. You’re not sure where to grab, but you can’t find anything to hold onto except for the door handle.

Pausing, he reaches upward, guiding one of your hands to his hair. You take the hint, grasping onto him for support. Your one leg keeping you standing is already shaking, and when his tongue prods at your slit, you shudder.

His nose nudges your clit, and you push him further between your legs.

He pulls away, mouth shining with your arousal. “My pretty girl has such a pretty pussy. I could fucking eat you forever.” And just like that, he returns to his ministrations, wrapping his lips around your sensitive bud and flicking it with his tongue.

You cry out his name like a mantra, grinding into his face while he doesn’t dare let up for even a moment. Knots form in your stomach—the kind that have your hips bucking wildly—and suddenly, the repeated ‘Chenle’s escaping your mouth start to taste so, so sweet.

And then you crumble, hardly able to stay afloat. He slows down, helping you ride out your high before placing one last kiss on your clit and standing up.

His lips meet yours, and the taste of you doesn’t do a thing to bother you when you’re so dazed from your orgasm. He moves down to the sensitive spot by your ear, and you gasp, tightening your grip on him.

“Chenle.” You pull him up to look at you. “I love you, too.”

His breathing shutters as he spins you around, mouths connected harshly, and walks you back toward his bed. The glow of the sun has faded, the night sky surrounding the two of you in delicate, gentle silver light as he lowers you onto his mattress.

He pauses, eyes trailing over your body slowly, as if in appreciation. Neither of you moves until his hands move down to his sweatpants. You’re barely able to see him as he grabs the condom from his pocket and before pushing them and his underwear to the floor. He steps closer to you, gripping your thighs and tugging you to the edge.

“Are you sure?” he whispers. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

You sit up and take the condom from him. Once you rip the wrapper open, he gulps, watching as you reach down. A small sound escapes him when you wrap your fingers around his cock and stroke it a few times.

“Yes,” you say. “I’m sure.”

You roll it on him. He barely gives you enough time to finish with it before he crushes his mouth to yours with every ounce of feeling he has.

Scooting back on his bed, he climbs on to join you, stopping only when he hovers over you. His face is so close to yours, you almost moan at how swollen his lips are. He lines himself up with your entrance, making sure to brush against your clit a couple times.

And then he’s pushing inside you, stretching you slowly while he waits for your reaction. Your eyes roll and you lift your hips to get him deeper. He pauses, nuzzling against your shoulder, shuddering breaths fanning across your skin.

You close your eyes, letting your head fall back against the mattress as you adjust to the way he fits. He starts slow, pulling out only a bit to push back in. You weave your fingers through his hair, stroking his scalp in encouragement as he picks up his pace. His hips roll against yours, each thrust pulling sounds from you.

“God,” he mumbles, running his tongue along your collarbone.

“Kiss me,” you say, tugging at him. “Please.”

His lips are on your seconds later, surprisingly gentle. Your heart thuds in your chest. He swallows every moan, reaching up to intertwine intertwine your fingers together. With your hand pinned next to your head, you get lost in his rhythm. Everything around you is unbearably hot, skin sticking to skin while sounds of your wetness fills the room with each of his movements. Your brain whirls and you swear you’re going crazy the longer he’s inside you.

The pleasure is so intense, you doubt you’ve ever felt this way before. Your body shakes from his movements, and you do your best to match him. You feel knots forming in your stomach, but you don’t want it to be over yet, you want to be in this bed with him forever while he makes love to you.

He shifts closer, and you cry out when he slides right into your spot. His mouth rests against yours, gazes locked as he repeats the action over and over.

Releasing your hand, he reaches between the two of you, fingers connecting with your clit. You’re unashamed of your loud moan, especially as your orgasm hits like a tidal wave. Arching into him, you grip his shoulders.

He curses, face contorting in ecstasy as you clench around him like a vice. With a low groan, he snaps his hips into yours, sucking in a breath as he reaches his climax. He pants, setting his forehead on yours with his eyes closed.

“Good fucking God,” he mutters. “You’re amazing.”

Your mind is so shattered and overwhelmed, you can’t do anything but giggle. He’s shocked for a moment, but he joins you, kissing you once more before gently pulling out of you. You slump into his mattress, staring up at the ceiling fan.

“I’ll be right back,” Chenle tells you, rolling off of the bed to dispose of the condom.

Sweat sticks uncomfortably to your skin, but not even that can wipe the smile off your face. When he returns, he finds his place next to you, and regardless of the heat, he pulls you to his chest.

“You okay?” he asks.

You nod slowly, eyes fluttering shut. “Mm.”

“Holy shit, I fucked you dumb.” He laughs, squeezing you.

You give him the best glare you’re able to muster, but it must not be that great, because his smile doesn’t fade.

“So.” Brushing your hair behind your ear, he raises an eyebrow at you. “I think we should go out on a date. Or something.”

“Right now?” You stare at him, dumbfounded.

“No, not right now.” He shakes his head. “Soon, though. Like tomorrow.”

You grin, nodding. “I want that.”

“Good. Me too.” Chenle cradles you closer to him.

Grabbing the small blanket folded at the foot of his bed, he brings it up to cover both of you and hums when you throw your arm around him.

“I love you,” he says, voice so soft it’s almost lost in the night.

“I love you, too,” you reply with ease.

With his steady heartbeat as your lullaby, you have no problem falling asleep in his grasp.

[bestialchorus]

MOVING IN WITH YOUR WEREWOLF GIRLFRIEND INCLUDES:

-For months, you’ve both been tiptoeing around the topic. Since you first started dating, quick quips like being excited to be “roommates” one day were always uttered whenever you were forced to say goodbye to each other. How these dreams were peppered in daily conversations, holding desires you each assumed were hidden from the other. How quickly those jokes gained weight the more your lives became intertwined. You loved her, and by the gods, did she love you. The love you shared was akin to the romances you once dreamed of, romances acted out in movies but seldomly found in your world.

-On one fateful night, you finally find the courage to whisper, “I want to live with you.” Her glowing eyes meet yours as the moonlight peaks in through the window. She softly rubs her canine head against your face, instantly filling you with warmth. You feel your lover start to shift back, leaving a large woman who is as much muscle as she is beauty”. “There’s nothing I’d love more,” she purrs close to your ear before softly dragging her finger down your body, sending a shiver down your spine. Her hand meets a familiar wetness. You start to whimper as you feel two long fingers slowly enter your folds. “Relax, baby girl, I’ll take care of you. Now and forever”. A few hours later, you lie on top of her as she gently rubs your back and plays with your hair. You talk deep into the night about what kind of home you want to build together. You remember passing out at some point as sleep finally catches up with you. You could have sworn you heard a whispering voice saying, “I can’t wait to call you my wife.” But maybe you just dreamt it.

-Right off the bat, it seemed money wouldn’t be much of an issue. You don’t quite understand at first, but she explains that she’ll soon be receiving a form of “inheritance” promised to alphas who reach a certain age. You still insist on contributing, and she doesn’t fight you on this, respecting you as a partner and her mate. 

-After months of searching, you finally end up finding a place that suits both of your needs. 

-Moving day was a lot less stressful than you thought it’d be. You remember packing up the last box one morning when you heard a knock at the door. Your girlfriend opens it, and a group of werewolves greet you with toothy smiles and warm mornings as they start to pile into your small apartment. You’ve spent much time with the pack, so all the faces before you were friendly. You can’t help but smile as one jokes, “I cant believe you’ve found someone who can actually tolerates ya, let alone live wit ya”. Some join in on the teasing as others come to chat with you. Without having to ask, each ONE immediately starts picking up a box and moving it down to the large pick-up truck outside your building. You release a surprised “EEP” as your alpha picks up while you’re holding a small box, “I wanna help too,” she giggles as she carries you bridal style to the truck. You feigned annoyance as you smack her arm, secretly loving every minute of it. All of your items (and yourself) are quickly loaded into the large vehicle with your girlfriend behind the wheel.

-After all your stuff is unpacked in the new place, the best part of moving could finally begin; decorating. You spend the next few days shopping together, hitting thrift stores throughout the city, and you actually find some pretty great stuff! One may have been a brand new pair of fuzzy handcuffs that your lover INSISTS will be essential for a “happy home.” 

-You come home one day and immediately stop in your tracks as you find your partner in a tight tank top and parachute pants, her outfit covered in paint as she moves a roller against the wall. Your brain turns to mush as her prominent abs peek through the thin fabric. She can’t help but smirk once she catches you ogling her. She decides then that it’s time for a bit of fun. Without saying a word, she takes off her shirt, revealing the body you were always in awe of. “I’m feeling a little warm after all this painting, honey, do you mind getting me a glass of water”? She acts as if she didn’t just fry all the neurons in your brain. You quickly shake your head and dash to the kitchen as you feel your cheeks heat up. 

-The house renovations have been complete torture. Whether it’s putting down new hard floor or tightening some plumbing. Your alpha is always wearing very little clothing; claiming she runs warm. You can believe that, but the image of your sweaty, beyond-built partner wearing a tool belt was sending you into your own version of heat. You’ve gotten little work done because you have a literal goddess walking around with a power drill. You decide to work a few days at the office going forward…

-Every day feels like an endless sleepover. Catching each other up on your day, grocery shopping together, painting each other’s nails, etc., it truly feels like you are hanging out with your best friend….a best friend who also just so happens to be 6’4 and able to crush a dresser with her bare hands….but best friends not the less.

-Another benefit of living with an extremely self-sufficient werewolf is that she’s an incredible cook. One night you come home and immediately smell the aroma of your favourite meal floating in the air. Her lips gently meet your neck as soon as you enter the kitchen, and your breath stops for a moment. “I’ve been cooking all day and while I’m excited for you to eat, I’m starving, baby”. You don’t get a moment to think as she has you bent over the table in a split second. That night you end up being her appetizer as she helps you build up an appetite. 

-You insist on helping her whenever she puts on a tie. You love putting her together for the day but love even more that you’re the sole person who gets to see her without all the bells and frills. You may share a space with your alpha, but you’re her true home. 

-Showering together has become one of your favourite rituals. You help the other wash the day off as warm water makes you melt. It always starts off innocently enough but very quickly becomes less than innocent whenever she starts to scrub around certain intimate areas….

-You had never thought much of a “forever” home while growing up but now realize it’s not only possible with your alpha. But that you’ll have one as long you’re with her.

[plleeeepppyyyy]

I have a request if you’re doing any!!

Wally Darling x Rockstar Reader

I don’t care what you do with this but I hope you enjoy it!!

Reader is the singer and dancer of the neighborhood! Very happy go lucky, loving, and even a little clumsy. Yet always calm during making music

Which I can picture reader being a great muse. And reader singing a lot to Wally.

this was def fun to write!! all the ideas and cutesy stuff came to me in a flash ngl.. (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

really cute request!! you guys are so creative with these,,,(•̀ᴗ•́)و

wally + singer/rock star reader!

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♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪

♬♫♬♫♬♫♬♫♬♫♬♫♬♫♬♫♬♫

••••••••••••••

•this man,,, god,, this man.

•he’s literally ur number one fan girl. he’s there for every performance, writings, everything. you name it he’s there!

•wally just loves watching you in the process of making music, its like an art! to him, it’s wonderful of how passionate you are about it. he adores watching you almost trip on a cord as you just jam out,, doesn’t matter how clumsy you are,, you’re just elegant to him. seeing you so peaceful as you strum on a guitar or something.. 🫶 (if he had a camera he would take a pic of you 200x)

•literally every-time you come up to him with ur newest draft of a song, he gets so excited!! that inner fangirl comes out.,, wally is pretty honest when it comes to stuff. but he just can’t help himself, every song, draft, album,, literally all perfection to him. you cannot do no wrong with that. he buys all of your stuff if you ever sell it. (prolly got a shrine.)

•if you ever write a song based on him,, he would actually cry out of happiness, at least be on the verge of it. you just give the song to him and he’s just like, “it’s so perfect,,,, tysm,,” while he’s on the verge of letting it out. he’ll listen to it every day. :) <3

•bonus points if you write it for your guys’ one year anniversary! that man will be so happy,, he probably would let a few tears out too..,,. like you used your creativeness on little old him?!(!(ಡ‸ಡ) wally would cherish the hell out of that song, he can just mumble out a praise as he’s about to ugly cry. like.. THANK YOU?!(!? (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

•he’ll just grab a hold of you and not let go,, it just makes him feel so happy. he’ll probably cry into ur shirt tho,,

•if you ever had some albums posted out or whatnot, he will put them on his wall. wally would prolly accidentally buy out the whole thing,, like cmon, he’s has to use some of them for display and hearing!! ( ˘ ³˘)

•ur his main inspiration for his art too,, seeing you so into doing what u do, gibes him strength. he will ABSOLUTELY paint tf outta you! literally you guys would be in the same room while he sketches and you just strum your guitar or smth, ack he’s a sucker for moments like those. ur for sure his muse. got ten whole folders of drawings and projects that are meant for you.

•he might even call you his muse tooo! :)

•he asked you once what type of music you were doing and you prolly replied with a random genre he’s never heard up,, and he’d just be like. “ah, that’s wonderful.. can’t wait to hear it.”

•he do NOT give a care,, any genre in his eyes and ears it’s perfection. like said before, you do wrong.

•if ur the type to do sad songs, he’s a little worried. like bby what’s got you so sad? :(

•sometimes (if you offer) he also does stuff with you. to him he thinks he’s better at playing instruments, which is lie he’s hella good at singing.

•he’ll give you ideas, suggestions; whatever you need!

•i literally will say it here, ya’ll do duets with each other. especially with old timey love songs, it’s just cute,,, a bit sappy. but who cares, I IMAGINE you two just singing together. (bonus points if he’s playing a piano,, well trying to,, he needs some practice..)

•every time you put on a performance,, he just sits there with the dopiest smile on with lovestruck written all over him. bro is VERY in love, he could listen to you alll day. if he had a tail it would be wagging. he will never take his eyes off either, all of his attention is on you, just you.

•even if you got a recording studio, he admires how much you get into the music. its so amusing seeing you be so calm during the whole process of making a song, but when you perform your songs. like thats my baby fr!!! wally is ur number one hype man,, i mean this all the way.

(i feel like hes such a sucker for singers,,)

•if ur in a nice suit, dress; whatever while ur singing, agh.. this man is knocked out. ur soo gorgeous,, and you sing?! like, sorry, wally is just in love.

•after one of your performances, once he sees you walking to him, all giddy and stuff. wally ain’t letting you go once you run into his arms, he will keep his arms around you as you just ask if he liked it, thought it was great,, while he’s just nodding and mumbling praises to you. (it’s honestly so sweet to watch you two.) if ur wearing heels or boots, you’re probably towering over him as this happens,, (i honestly find this so sweet, ur jus towering over him, asking him excitedly if he loved it, while he’s just practically sings praises to you. so sweet,,)

•to pick up the instrument part, he will totally help you with demos and drafts by playing the music for you. he’s pretty average on most instruments and would totally drop whatever he had and help you out! (will def help you out with drums, i think its canon that its his main thing,,)

•sing him to sleep, please,, he will eat that up. if you do, he’ll sleep so fast. as said before by me, i don’t think he sleeps much. but with ur singing? knocked out, my brother is dead asleep. what can he say? you’re just a good singer.

•honestly to him, ur like a siren. you’re just too good to be true and sing beautifully. corny he knows but,,, its true <3 (to him.)

•even house loves your singing! if wally needed the help he would call you and try to make house stop with ur singing,,

•the first time he’s ever heard you sing, his mind was blown. how did you sing that good? like all of his other friends could sing,, but you were just different. you sounded different, did things differently.. ack. he fell in love with your voice. as he listened to one of ur song’s for the first time, and ur just anxious. wondering if he’ll like it, or not.. he turns to you. blank stare, and says, “this is the best music i’ve ever heard,, ur so talented..” with just pure adoration and fondness in his eyes.

•which got you SO HAPPY, he loved your songs!!!! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

•sometimes if he feels a bit snarky that day, he’ll brag a bit. just all like, “my s/o is a beautiful singer,, can YOU sing that good? they’re so amazing at what they do, no one can compare…” wally is sometimes a bit of a prick (╥_╥)

•never a prick to you tho, said it before i’ll say it again, to him you do no wrong, see no wrong, hear no wrong, speak no wrong. 🫶

•he makes sure you know that you’ll always be in his corner, all of the time, being ur numba one fangirl! (✯◡✯)

•wally definitely tried making a song for you too,, didn’t go right tho. (٥⁀▽⁀ )

(seriously this dude is crazed over you.)

•you always make sure he’s the first one to hear your songs, after writing a draft you sprint to him and show him it. it makes him so excited too, cause like.. how did he get so lucky that he’s the first person to look and hear your talent?

•this dude just adores you, so much.. like what’s not to love? to him you’re just the peak definition of passion, he enjoys watching you have fun and play music. wally is sorta taking this into seriousness,, but he can’t help it!! he can’t get over how he bagged you, this person who’s a whole peak of inspiration for him. ❤︎︎

•he just loves to support and cherish you, i won’t lie but he’s basically a lovestruck puppy who watches you and everything you do. everyone in the neighborhood can tell.. (¯ ³¯)♡

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ACK,, okay i got a bit carried away on some points, but they were jus too cute to not put in.

BUT 1000 NOTES ON EACH OF MY FICSSs?!?! thats insane, thank you guys sm!! (╥_╥) i didn’t think i would get that much positive feedback for these, im rlly glad you guys are liking these!

hope you enjoyed reading this one! ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

[ohbo-ohno]

goap want to bond with reader :/ they really do but they don’t know how since they don’t like ACTUALLY know you lol (that’s what you get for kidnapping someone). So maybe on a good day ,where Stockholm has almost set in, they ask what she wants to do, bonding activity wise. Sooooo reader asks Simon for some face paints and brushes and Simons all like “??????”. But then when he gets back with said supplies she tells Johnny to take his shirt off and lie face down in the bed and Johnny is like “sex? sex? sex? Please?”. But she just starts painting pretty little designs on his back, vines and flowers, maybe even little hearts. She does the same for Simon. She can’t verbally say she loves them, not yet, but she can paint it on them. Let them see she’s trying and that she’s so close to saying those three magical words.

this is wildly self indulgent lol. But I thought of this in class today and thought it was cute. A way for her to bond with Simon and Johnny that’s soft and sweet, just like her<3

"sex? sex? sex? please?" has me fucking dying lmfao. just the image of lying there, a little confused but more than ready for some fun, only to be painted like a canvas. rip

i loooooove this idea. "soft and sweet like her" dead on, anon!

she just needs a break, yk? and she's clearly never getting away from these guys, would it be the worst thing ever to indulge in something you actually like? no. no it would not.

and simon and johnny are very confused when you request face paints. not regular paints, which even a sketch artist like johnny might have a slight familiarity with, but face paints. still, it's an innocent enough request that they're more than happy to fufill

they're both a little confused when you start painting johnny's back, but you're so... serene in that moment, there's no reason to interrupt.

johnny's muscular, and though he's not as scarred as simon he's not completely unscathed. im not an artist but using all the ridges and plains would probably make for some pretty cool work - and you better hope poor johnny isn't ticklish if you want straight lines.

johnny sketches things for you to draw on simon. he makes you do them on his stomach, so he can look down and watch the two of you work. makes him feel taken care of. they both hateeeeee washing off your drawings :( especially when it's some of the only evidence of you affection. now, if you wash it off for them... they might be a little more convinced for the trade of your soft hands caressing them

[survivalove]

hello! hope you have a good day! I love reading your meta.

as a fan of Katara, can you please share your opinion about the TSR episode? I love Katara very much, but this episode has always caused me discomfort, as if Katara's grief was used to hastily close this hole "zuko has redeemed himself and now they are friends." it seems to me that Katara and her grief (as well as Sokka's grief!) deserved a better attitude than to become a bargaining chip "we will write a hasty episode to redeem Zuko and will not return to this topic anymore." Yes, I understand that this episode is firstly dedicated to Katara, but it always seemed to me that it was written without due respect for her.

so I wasn’t gonna answer this because you mentioned voldemort but then like a hypocrite I broke my own rule and replied to an idiot so here it is:

while I think the premise of TSR is egregious I don’t think the episode as a whole is ruined because of it. I actually think it’s the climax of Katara’s entire arc as it builds off from multiple moments not just about her mother, but her as a bender, her power and always remaining in control of said power. not to mention all this time, she’s confronted and helped persons that have been oppressed throughout the war and now seeing someone who oppressed people for most of his life, of course inflicting unparalleled pain on her, but not letting him own that power and reducing him to (figurative not literal!!) shreds. very good stuff.

so yes, i enjoy it voldemort aside, however comma: the premise is indeed quite horrible.

i agree, the writers definitely used katara and sokka’s trauma as a means for this very middling redemption arc after 3, just as bad if not worse, episodes of the same stuff IN A ROW.

katara getting yelled at for not being so forgiving like everyone else, and then sokka’s trauma being used as a means of information for a trip he wasn’t invited on???

(can we be real for a second and admit that sokka and katara should have been the two persons on that trip in the first place?)

next up, my favorite line:

forgiveness is the same as doing nothing!

coming from the person that literally begged for forgiveness from every other person in the conversation, including katara hhhhhhhh

and then the racist comments to boot like 😭😭 may i remind you once again the premise is based on him needing to earn a genocide survivor’s forgiveness so of course he (the writers) couldn’t help himself and had to make fun of the other genocide survivor! he makes it so easy for me to be a hater.

(can we also talk about how some people like to frame this as him defending katara as if 1, katara can’t defend herself?? which she did and 2, didn’t need to be racist to do it???)

and then you have the sokka discourse which pisses me off because most people that harp over that line don’t even like him like that, and trying to pick and choose which sibling is correct when talking about their mother’s death?? both of their opinions were valid and it’s a reflection of their core personalities: sokka is pragmatic, rational and logical. he didn’t agree with aang because he suddenly adopted pacifism, he agreed with aang because yon rha no longer posed a threat to him and his loved ones and to him, confronting him wouldn’t be worth the effort or ease the pain of kya’s death. meanwhile, katara as we see throughout the show, dives headfirst into doing whatever she thinks is right (imprisoned, painted lady, waterbending scroll) she wasn’t concerned about the logistics, she was concerned about the principle and of course, having to essentially replace her mother’s role made her feel more tied to her death at large. one mean comment throughout sixty one episodes does not define her relationship with sokka. pretending otherwise is just annoying.

after that, i find the episode pretty enjoyable i can’t lie to you. getting kya’s story told and witnessing the satisfying climax to katara’s arc (which is far superior to anyone else’s in my opinion) makes the rest.. almost worth it.

[hesthermay]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 (𝐏𝐓 𝟑)

PAIRING: sergeant hunter x fem!oc reader

SUMMARY: omega and miri share a moment in the privacy of hyperspace, and the batch realize their presence is louder than they thought. trouble, as per usual, ensues.

WORD COUNT: 5.6k

RATINGS + WARNINGS: general audiences, mature themes, fluff, slight comedy??, angst. female oc, jedi oc, use of she/her, canon typical violence, miri is a worrier, angsty ending?? found family trope. the bad batch time period, follows the timeline of the show.

NOTES: woah! okay! i know this is quite overdue, so sorry! you see, shit hath hit the fan quite some time ago and the aftereffects are finally playing out. so fun! awesome! (it actually hasn’t been awesome) since the last time i posted i have turned 22 and have started drawing again, got a car!!!, and have finished two chapters of this story. and a filler. gotta write one more. bye!

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It had been but an hour since Miri Rocksled returned to her squad, but Omega had already determined that she was the coolest person she had ever met. 

The Jedi was everything she had hoped for and somehow more. Omega had heard her fair share of stories of the general from the Batch, and every one had left her wanting to know more. The natural curiosity the girl possessed pushed her to seek out more in all aspects, but the intrigue she held for Miri was endearing in a way that made her think of the younglings at the temple. Eager to become Padawans, to learn and to grow, the woman found herself drawn to her. 

She had let the girl linger by her side ever since they had introduced themselves, let her ask question after question, had even made space for her as she sat with Hunter and everyone else on ship. Omega had been watching, eyes wide with wonder, as she conversed back and forth with the members of Clone Force 99 effortlessly. Most people found themselves not knowing what to do with themselves when they were concerned, but Miri knew them so deeply. 

“But, I gotta know,” Echo shook his head slightly. “How’d you get off Kaller?” 

The memories of it flashed in her mind, unpleasant as ever, and she found herself not wanting to reveal much of it. She had nothing to hide, no reason to lie to them, but she knew full well that guilt would show its ugly face if she painted the picture as it painfully was. 

Instead, she settled for something simpler. “Not unscathed. Had to pull out all the stops.” It was vague, and she knew she was on thin ice if she wanted to get out of this while she still could, but Omega’s voice broke the silence that followed her answer. 

“You got hurt?” She looked at the woman with wide eyes, body tense with worry. Miri nodded nonchalantly, playing it off as if it was no big deal. Alas, Omega persisted. “Where?”

“Uhm,” she stalled, apprehension shrouding her mind. Again, Miri had no reason to lie about what had happened, no reason to not face it because it had already happened. Apprehension, guilt, fear; they would do nothing to change the chain of events that occurred, fruitless to dwell on. “I had to fight,” she started with, “so I got pretty banged up. A couple blaster shots, some scorch marks from grazes, and…” Her words died out as she got to the part she knew would not be approved of. 

Hunter, while just as reckless as her, would not be happy to hear what she had done. It was a risk, a risk only she could really determine the worth of, but worry would pinch at his nerves and fear would cloud his mind. 

“What is it?” The man in question leaned forward. He knew her, and she knew he had read her like a book. She had tried to avoid his gaze, a mistake made carelessly, thus revealing she had something to hide.

“I had to get…creative,” she offered, smiling hopefully. “Like I said, pulled out all the stops.” 

“Miri, whatever you did, we know it was to survive,” he explained softly. “Besides, we can’t really get too mad at whatever crazy plan you cooked up without us.” His grin, small yet sweet, almost made her chuckle. 

“Well, if you were there, you definitely wouldn’t have liked it,” she smiled and shook her head. In fact, none of them would have. 

“What’d you do?” Omega begged. With her eyes on her, the urge to be truthful became stronger. The girl would learn nothing from lies. 

Miri averted her gaze before answering. “I made the troopers believe Master Billaba’s saber was mine,” she started, voice quiet as shame creeped in. “I used it to fight them off until they had me backed up against a dropoff and then—” she sucked in a breath, sighing heavily as her eyes met Hunter’s.  “Then I used the Force to put my body in a comatose state and let Captain Grey shoot me in the abdomen and fell over the edge.”

Silence, for but a moment, as shock exuded from the man in thick waves. It was over as quick as it started, however, as he shot out of his seat. “You what?!” 

“I stayed there until they confirmed a death, took her saber, and wrote me off as gone,” the words spilled out of her quickly, unable to stop them. 

“Miri—” Hunter started, but was cut off. 

Tech, stepping forward in intrigue, adjusted his goggles. “I did not know that was even possible.” 

“I didn’t either!” She exasperated, for it truly was amazing if you got passed the hangup. The fact that it was even something one could do was beyond belief, let alone the fact that she had succeeded. 

“You didn’t even know it would work?” Hunter questioned, brows furrowed and worry written all over his face. “And you did it anyway? You let them shoot to kill and you didn’t even know if your plan would work?”

“Listen, I know it was a little out there,” she held her hands up, trying to diffuse the tension in the ship. “But I didn’t really have many options, Hunter. I had to get off Kaller, and I trusted in the Force, and I trusted in myself,” she smiled, disarming him in a way only she could. “It’s all I could do, but I did it so I could find you again, right? I found all of you, and now I’m home.” 

Miri looked at everyone as she spoke, as genuine as ever. She wanted them all to know that even with what had happened, it was in the past. She was home, they were together once again, and it was them against the world. As it always had been, as it always would be. 

“Yeah she is!” Wrecker hollered, scooping her up into his arms as he cheered. Miri’s sides hurt from her own laughter, mixing in with the noise of everyone else. This was family. This was home. It may have been everything the Order frowned upon, but it was life. 

They were life. 

-: ✧

That night, Miri found herself in the cockpit as they floated through hyperspace. Long hair free of any braids, it framed her face as it was pointed upwards, gazing out at the glow through the transparisteel. Her mind was elsewhere, jumping from one point to another, but Hunter had since gone to bed. Things were still slightly tense between them, for they had never truly touched on what was really going on between them, but he had sensed that she needed some time to herself. He did not worry, however, because no matter what happened in her head Miri Rocksled seemed undrownable.

The weight of her thoughts could never be strong enough to pull her under. She had told them that her master had taught her from a young age to feel her emotions in order to move past them, for she was only human. Suppression, the Council’s recommended method, could very easily lead to disasterly consequences. 

So she did not. Miri was warm, where other Jedi were cold. She was ever present, where others were distant. A light in the chaos, an outcast of the Order. 

Hunter trusted in her words, in her capabilities, and chose to let her reflect however she pleased. She would be fine taking watch, as she had done many times before, and she would be fine swimming through whatever the Force had for her. The silence that followed his retreat was peaceful, far less lonely than the silence she had been in for quite some time, but it was relatively short lived. 

While Omega’s footsteps were not audible, impressively silent for a child in a metal ship, her presence was loud in the Force. Miri had been aware of her the entire time, tucked away in the gunner’s mount, in an awfully protective way for someone who had just met her. Perhaps Omega reminded her of what once was, children eager to learn and develop their skills, walking through life with an innocence that had not been scrubbed away by harsh realities. Perhaps Omega reminded her of home, as it also once was, a Temple that housed younglings and padawans running through the corridors to the next lesson, laughter echoing and robes flowing. Perhaps Omega reminded her of what she could have had, had she been given more time as a Master Jedi, had the Council trusted her more, or had the war not been so unforgiving. 

“Hello, little one,” Miri mused quietly, a small smile on her face as she remained still. 

“How did you know it was me?” The girl questioned from the doorway, Wrecker’s Lula clutched to her chest. 

The woman turned the chair to the side, looking over at her with a kind look in her eyes as she shrugged. “Just did,” she winked. Omega grinned, slowly making her way into the room. She took her spot in the co-pilot’s seat, pulling her legs to her chest in a similar fashion to Miri. “Couldn’t sleep?” 

“No,” she answered honestly, but she almost looked hesitant to continue. “I just…” her words died out on her tongue, and her face scrunched up. “I just can’t stop thinking about you and Hunter.” The girl had gone shy, cheeks turning pink at her revelation. “I mean, it sort of felt like he really cared for you before, but everyone does. But back in the forest…that was definitely something more,” she nodded her head to emphasize her words, rambling as the woman sat in a stunned silence. “But you’re a Jedi? I thought…I thought you couldn’t?”

Omega’s words echoed in her ears as she tried to form a response. She had been called out by a child she had known for one rotation, her deepest and most sacred secret sniffed out by the perceptive eyes of the fifth experimental clone. Her cheeks had now gone rosy, shyness creeping in before she could swat it away. “Well,” she stuttered, releasing a breathy laugh as the words got hung up in her throat. “I mean, couldn’t what, Omega?” She questioned, shaking her head slightly. 

“Couldn’t love,” she answered, as if it was obvious. “I mean, you love Hunter, don’t you?” 

Again, Miri found herself at a loss. She imagined this was how her master had felt at times, Obi-Wan as well, when herself and Anakin let any question that came to mind slip. Sometimes they were too clever for their own good, and she had a feeling Omega would give her a run for her credits as well. “What…what makes you think that?”

“Miri,” she laughed, shaking her head. 

Briefly, her words from before flashed in her mind. Omega would learn nothing from lies. “Okay, okay,” she sighed, holding her hands up in faux surrender. “You’re right, attachments are forbidden in the Jedi Order,” she answered, gearing up for the hefty explanation such a topic required. 

“But,” she held a finger up, mimicking Tech to elicit a giggle from the girl. “I realized something at some point during the Clone Wars. I realized that…” she hesitated, tongue heavy with the weight of what she had yet to say aloud. She sighed once again, plucking up the courage to push them out. “I realized that the Order had become something different than what I think it originally was. It…was flawed, ideals becoming radical and community becoming frowned upon. Some of the things my master had taught me made me question the High Council, and I feel you should always question those in power, but I was always met with ridicule. 

But what Jedi follows orders blindly? What Jedi does not trust in themselves, in the Force?” She shook her head, the girl before her watching her intently. Omega was hung on every word, taking everything in as quickly as she could. “I began believing in something outside of what was traditional in the Order, something closer to the Living Force. I had lost trust in my Council, and had chosen to take my balance into my own hands. I know it wasn’t allowed, but it just…happened,” she sighed. 

“What happened?” Omega questioned, cheekily quirking a brow and leaning forward. “Loving Hunter?”

Miri couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes,” she admitted, for the first time. “Loving Hunter just happened, and we haven’t ever talked about it,” she shook her head. 

“You haven’t?” She gasped. “Not even a little?”

“Couldn’t afford to.” 

“Well can you afford it now?”

Something Miri had been wondering herself. Could she? Could he? The rules that they had adhered themselves to no longer existed, the restraints binding them from bringing light to the feelings they shared having been ripped away with the rise of the Empire. She believed in something more, and it was clear that Hunter did as well. He would not have turned away from all that he had known when the curtains were drawn to reveal the true intentions, would not have returned to rescue Omega from the darkness that had been festering, would not have searched and hoped for her day and night if he had not believed in something more. 

The repercussions of loving someone were grave, she was well aware, but had not strayed yet. He had always been special, and she had always been steady. Her will of the Force was something she would not let anyone or anything take from her, and it was with that resolve that she decided that yes, she could afford it. And even if she couldn’t, she’d figure it out. 

-: ✧

It would seem that, in the excitement of Miri’s appearance, Hunter had underestimated the amount of rations and fuel they would need. His focus, however steely it normally was, had been broken by the ebb and flow of her Force signature that she had made him grow so acquainted with. He hadn’t thought much of it, to be very truthful, because the Republic had always taken care of their resources; but it would seem the Empire was not in the business to re-up their supplies so they would need to take care of things on their own. 

Another problem presented itself when Echo chimed in that their ship’s signature was on a wanted list according to comm chatter, always the reliable source, and Miri sighed as Tech brushed off his brother’s alarm. Their lives, while never particularly easy, were now spent on the run but it would seem there would never be a shortness of entertainment, as the clones before her interacted. In their discussions, it was decided that Pantora would be their next destination. 

The owner of the shipyard immediately set off alarms for Miri. He did not seem trustworthy, and though trust was scarce in the days of the rising Empire, the air that surrounded him had an almost greasy like sheen to it that she could not ignore. She could hear Anakin in her ear, whispering some joke that he knew would make her chuckle despite the front they needed to put up; she quickly brushed those thoughts away however. Memories of her friend felt bittersweet on that particular day, and she could not afford to dwell on the feelings when such a character was holding his hands out for a bribe. 

On any other day Miri would have used the Force to get him off their case. A simple act, so fondly referred to as Jedi mind tricks throughout the galaxy, but that was also not something she could afford. Too many risks, too much unknown, and too many witnesses. She apologized to Tech in her head as he handed over some credits, credits they couldn’t really spare, and then handed over some more. Her eyes followed the Sullustan as he walked away, Wrecker saying something or another but it fell on deaf ears. She focused, and allowed herself as much reach as she could then, and felt just how unsettling the man was.

He was not unlike others she had met, not particularly good and not particularly bad, but only in it for themselves. And that was fine, Miri didn’t care if that's how one ranked their character and chose to live their life, but things were different now. So much had shifted, had completely flipped, and now these kinds of people were looked at differently as well. 

She finally turned, poncho swishing around her, joining the boys once again. She did not know what would happen on Pantora, or that way up high and far, far away, a bounty hunter sat with a holo of her newest target and coordinates on the way. 

Much to everyone’s shock, Miri decided to stay back and help Tech and Wrecker with the repairs while Hunter, Echo, and Omega went on the supply run. “There’s probably too much heat in town anyways,” she shrugged, knowing that stormtrooper presence was growing on many planets already. She stepped a little closer to the man, looking up at him as she whispered. “Besides, I wanna keep an eye on the owner,” she subtly nodded her head in the direction he had retreated in, and watched as Hunter’s eyes shifted to scan for obvious signs of danger. 

He came up empty handed, but he knew better than to question her instincts. If Miri felt something off enough to stay back to keep watch, then he had to trust in her decision. She knew what she was doing. 

And in the end, she had been right. There were lots of stormtroopers in the streets, marching along as the crowds cheered for them. The sight of it all almost made Hunter’s lips curl. 

Back at the yard, elbows deep in the hull of the ship as Tech listed off instructions to Wrecker behind her, she felt it almost immediately. The fear that struck Omega had reached her instantly, because she was using the majority of her focus to feel her. Whatever she was fiddling with was not at the top of the list for her, it was using whatever display of the Force she could manage in their setting to keep an eye on the girl. She knew Hunter wouldn’t let anything happen to her, but he did not have the experience of dealing with children, true children who had never lived the life of a soldier. He could not, and inevitably would not, account for the missteps in the plan he’d laid out in his head as Omega’s curiosities and impulses got the better of her. This was nothing more than a security measure, even if just to ease her worries. 

Though she was glad she had thought of it, because apprehension mixed in with the fear as she pulled herself out of the mix of wires and metal and she could only wonder what Omega was doing. As she raised her arm up, finger hovering over the comm button on her vambrace to contact Hunter, she felt adrenaline wash away from the girl. She paused, waiting, feeling, for something else to happen before she stepped in. Omega no longer felt scared, or hesitant of whatever was in front of her; instead she gave off waves of excitement and relief. “Hmm,” she hummed to herself as her arms lowered. It would seem that Hunter had things under control, and she felt okay to let go of the connection she had stretched so far.

Without the ranking of the Republic’s military they operated on a more equal level than before, and she knew she would have to relinquish some of the control to him at some point; give him credit where credit was due. He was a man that would walk through any storm for what he felt was right, and that was partly why it was as easy as it was to trust that he would care for the girl as she would. Their unlikely partnership in taking care of Omega had given them a new perspective on their roles, and it was with that thought that she went back to work repairing the ship wherever needed, listening to Tech list off his modifications. 

Finally, the ship's signature key made itself known by the sound of rapid beeping and a flashing red light. “There,” Tech mused, pointing a slender finger at it. Wrecker stuck his head back in the ship, reaching forward for it as he mused himself while ripping the key from its place. 

“With a slight adjustment, we’ll be able to scramble our signature whenever we need to,” he explained, looking at the machinery in his hand as he began to tweak it. He was interrupted by the beep of an incoming message, and Hunter's voice filtered through their comms. 

“Miri, Wrecker, Tech, Echo,” he called, breathing heavily. “I lost Omega. Somebody attacked us.” 

Dread, and the sick feeling of being right, washed over the woman as she made eye contact with Tech and then Wrecker. Her arm raised once again, finger clicking the comm button as she furrowed her brows. “Somebody?” she questioned incredulously.  

“A woman. Highly trained. She’s after the kid.” 

“Yeah, we’ll see about that!” Wrecker shouted into his own comm device before he shoved it into Tech’s chest and stalked off. 

“I’ll tap into the central security network,” Tech offered, speaking into the device now. “There should be enough cameras in this city to find her.” 

Just as he was beginning to walk away, Miri remaining still as she gathered all the information she could, Hunter’s deep voice came through again. “Listen, I made a bit of noise out here. Get the ship ready to go.” 

“Not really much of a ship at the moment,” Miri remarked, finally speaking as she looked over the current state of the Marauder. 

“And unless you have a team of maintenance droids, it’s going to be a while,” Tech snarked, tailing off of her statement. Miri and Tech were a pair that most wouldn’t expect to work so well, but the collective sass was an overpowering force. 

Though, to their surprise, Echo’s voice came through with assurance. “I can help with that.”

“Do I need to come out there?” Miri questioned, wondering if Hunter would need assistance against this woman or if he was simply caught off guard. The first fight with someone was always full of surprises. 

“No. You were right, too much heat. Can’t risk it.” She almost argued, almost told him she was on her way, but realized he was right as well. They couldn’t risk it, they had enough to worry about with someone coming after Omega. They didn’t need the Empire catching wind of a surviving Jedi and hunting them down any more than they already were. 

She didn’t respond, though, because while he was right that did not mean she had to like it. She simply followed where Tech had gone, finding a spot next to him as they went through the footage looking for the right one. 

Finally, they found her climbing into a manhole, and she breathed a sigh of relief. “I have eyes on Omega. She went down to the maintenance tunnels. Head northwest, at one-five-five.” 

Miri’s eyes watched as the woman, in her orange helmet and black coat, chased after her. She sorted through all the encounters with bounty hunters she’d had but this get up, the silhouette, she didn’t recognize her. “And she’s got company.” She reached out again, closing her eyes as she tried to locate what she knew to be Omega’s presence, and when she felt a sharp shock of fear and then instant relief, she knew one of her boys had found her. 

This was confirmed seconds later by Wrecker’s voice crackling through the comms. “I’m with Omega. We’re on our way.” But something was not right. Miri knew it, despite his words and the fact that Hunter was on his way, she knew it was not enough. 

“She’s still coming,” Miri rushed out, alarm bleeding into her voice, and when she was met with no response she knew she had arrived. In the maintenance tunnels it was just Wrecker, Omega, and this mysterious yet highly capable fighter. It was just his need to protect, and her need to complete the job. 

Yet, when Hunter’s voice came through to comms, asking for Wrecker’s location, he was met with silence. The weight of this realization was only worsened by the reports of a child hanging from a tower. What child, on what world, would be hanging from a tower other than the one she had ended up calling her own? That sick feeling of being right returned when Omega’s body came into view, dangling from the top of a tower by her fingertips. 

This had gone too far. Miri had sat back long enough for Omega to be in the middle of danger times ten and she would sit back no more. “I’m coming,” she stated, shooting out of her seat and retrieving her hat. 

“No, Miri. Stay at the ship,” Hunter ordered, sounding as if he was climbing something. She made eye contact with Tech as her face screwed up in a defiance most Jedi ended up having. Rules, something they all lived by, became twisted upon the scenario in the heat of the moment, in the severity of the mission; and this just so happened to be her talent.

“He’s right,” the genius stressed, off the comms and just to her. A rare moment of personability for Tech, voice soft and as honest as could be, he looked up at her with eyes that read her better than most.  “You cannot rush into things as you once did, not if you wish to keep your presence from the Empire.” When her mouth opened to argue, he turned away from her without giving her the chance to speak. “As much as we wanted to go after you on Kaller, it was better in the long run to wait. We are operating under the microscope of the Empire now, caution must be exercised now more than ever.”

Again, just because he was right did not mean she had to like it. Miri huffed, turning from him anyway. “I’m going to question the owner of the ship yard,” she muttered as she walked towards the exit. She was not mad at Tech, for he did have a point, but frustration at not being able to help Omega bubbled in her stomach. It had only been a short time, but she already felt some claim over the girl to protect her, ensuring she survived while living the life of a child as much as she could. All Miri had seen of Padawan Learner’s in recent years had been training to be child soldiers, giving their lives away to a war they were not born to fight. 

This was not a life she would let Omega have. 

Her resolve on the matter was strong, and as she rounded the corner to knock on the man's office door, Tech’s words echoed in her head. She took a deep breath and let it go as the doors slid open and her eyes lowered to look at him. 

“What do you want?” he griped, just as unpleasant as he had been upon their arrival. 

“I have some questions I’d like to ask you,” she mused, voice pleasant as she entered his office without another word, skirting around him as he sputtered in his shock. 

“Hey, who do you—”

“The real question is,” she interrupted, turning to speak directly to him, “who is the woman chasing one of my crew members?” She was met with stunned silence, and she held up a finger as she began speaking again. “Before you answer that, just know that out of everyone, I am not the one to lie to. And I know that you know something. Now, I’m not looking for anything other than answers, I can assure you of that, so,” she gestured to the seat before the control board. “Shall we?” 

In the end, the only information Miri got was that the woman was a bounty hunter, a conclusion they would have come to on their own, and that it was their ship that was the marker. Nothing she could do about that, but she could start looking for description matches in the system now. She had to do something, for while she was aware of her ambitious and unconventional ways, she feared that Tech was more right that she had first thought. She had always rushed into things because that’s what Jedi did, they took the lead and made the action. It was her job, her responsibility, to execute each mission with her squad in a way where she did the most legwork, where she took the most damage when something went wrong. It was uncomfortable to do nothing, so she made her way back to the ship with a new purpose. 

Upon her arrival, she was pleased to know that Wrecker was okay and heading for the ship; evenmoreso to see that, from security footage, Hunter had retrieved Omega. It was not long after Echo and the droids finished the ship that the man of the hour flew in, stolen speeder and feds following and all. They had met them outside, and true relief washed over her seeing them both safe. “We need to go. Now.” Urgent and rushed, he lifted Omega off of the bike and gestured for Miri to come forward. Rattled, she was, at the whole encounter and Miri placed gentle hands on her shoulders to lead her toward the ship. 

“Wrecker, pick up the pace. We don’t have all day,” Tech snarked into his vambrace, but the man in question followed soon after. Wrecker had been running, for far longer than he would have liked if she had to guess, and was breathing heavily as he rushed in. 

“I’m…here,” he panted, taking a breath before rushing into the ship as well. Their takeoff was swift and smooth, as it so often was when Tech was piloting, and the setting sun illuminated the cockpit for a short time as they flew into the sky, into space, and away from Pantora. 

In the vastness of the galaxy, Hunter finally sighed from his position behind the co-pilot seat, usually occupied by either Miri or Echo. In this case it was the former, and his hands rested on the back of the chair as he stood by her. “She has to be a bounty hunter.” 

“Oh, she is,” the woman answered, turning the seat to look at everyone. Hunter slouched into a chair of his own, prepared to take in the information he was about to be given. “Something was off about the shipyard guy, so I asked him some questions while you were getting Omega,” she explained, leaning forward slightly. “Turns out, he heard about our ship on some comm channel for bounty hunters, pirates, you name it. Someone’s looking for Omega and whoever it is, they know exactly who she’s with.” 

Her words, heavy as they were, hung in the air for a few moments before the silence was broken. Genuine curiosity, it would always win when it came to Omega. “What’s a bounty hunter?” 

“Someone hired to retrieve targets,” Echo answered simply, and while at the end of the day that was simply what it was, it was always so much more complicated than that. 

“And it appears you are the target,” Tech piggybacked off his answer, causing the girl to lock up in worry. It was minute, and mostly felt rather than seen, but Miri could tell she was worried what that meant. 

“Me?” she questioned, eyes glancing from one person to the next. 

“Hey,” Wrecker drawled, a warning clear in his tone. “Don’t scare the kid.” 

Miri liked to wait before stepping in sometimes, liked to let the brothers discuss the matter themselves before she brought her word into it. Sometimes that moment, where she had to take control, happened sooner rather than later. “Wrecker’s right,” Miri interjected, voice smooth as she spoke. “Undue fear won’t do any of us any good, especially Omega. But,” she sighed, turning towards the girl and gesturing for her to come closer. “Tech is right. There is someone out there who really wants you, and that lady is who they paid to come get you. We need to be very careful from here on out, but you need to know that all of us would give everything we have to keep you safe, okay?” She paused, waiting for Omega to nod her head. 

When she did, she placed her hand on the girl’s arm, giving her what the Jedi had frowned upon: compassion. “I’m sorry this happened to you, and I know it was very scary, but you did good, Omega,” she smiled slightly, looking her in her eyes. Once again, Miri felt as if the honesty poured out of her when speaking to the child, for lies would not prepare her for what was to come, for the great fight they had found themselves in. “I’m proud of you for thinking quickly; it’s a skill you’re going to have to use often if we’re running from the Empire.” 

A noticeable protectiveness had overcome Hunter in the time that Omega had been with them, and the severity on his face did nothing to hide it. “We have to find out who she is and who hired her.” His words, sharp as the knives he wielded, cut through the atmosphere as they flew through the stars, away from one thing and towards another. That’s all it had ever been, and they would fight for it to not be all it would ever be.  

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popon my loveliest "grandma", here is my submission for ur event—which is as cute as u 😽:

one. my chosen fandom is blue lock, and my favourite is ofc, mikage reo <33

two. yes to au, and i choose high school au !

three. my chosen tropes are childhood friends to lovers and mutual pining

four. my name is saki, and i am a cancer and infj ! i'd like to add emphasis to my mbti bc i am super introverted irl, and i come off as a rly shy individual at first. but once i've gotten comfortable w u, i am rly talkative, and quite loud too ! i'm also super honest, but at the same time, i can filter the things i say in order to "people please". i'm also pretty sensitive when it comes to the things others say—for example, if someone accidentally insults me, i do think ab it for the rest of the day and do feel pretty hurt. i'm also an overthinker, and i tend to overanalyse certain situations. i think i am pretty caring, since i act like the "therapist" and "mother" of my friendship group, and i'm a realist.

i like and love hanging out w my friends, and i also love shopping (for my own things lol). i also like dressing up for special events (like a fancy dinner party or smth), and i like reading/writing. drawing and painting is also a fun activity for me, but i don't do it as much anymore bc i don't have the time to do so 😞 other things i like are letters written to me by my friends, cute stationery (motivates me to study hehe), pretty hair accessories, rice (i am a true asian), dark chocolate and iced lattes <3

things i don't like include onions (MAJOR EW), some fish, narcissists, selfish people, pick-me people🧍🏻‍♀️, wet humid weather, school-assigned texts (legit hating the one i have to read rn), insects, cramped spaces, people who like to show off (like bro actually stfu 💀)

i don't rly have favourite movies so i'll list my favourite k-dramas and anime hehe: 18 again, twenty-five twenty-one, twinkling watermelon, shooting stars, fruits basket, kimi ni todoke, attack on titan (☹️) and your lie in april <33

my love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch !! i tend to be v affectionate w those i'm close to, and i would wanna receive love in the same ways plus acts of service hehe

five. yes yes !! any language is fine, as long as if u can also incorporate some english songs too 🤍

six. GIRL THIS IS LWKY A HARD CHOICE but i choose fluff <3 unless u can do a combo of both but if not i choose full fluff (thanks !!)

optional question. i love reo's looks. literally i love his hair and ik u don't like it 😭 BUT I LOVE IT and i also love how reo is so charismatic and affectionate hehe <3 he's also so ambitious and hard-working and that is smth that i admire,, AND HE'S SMART ?!?!! smart men are so hot omfg !!!! his wealth is a good bonus but idrc ab these things <3 😸

i hope that's everything u need popon <33 lmk if i need to add more details !! I LOVE U SO SO MUCH and good luck w the event 🫂 MWAH MWAH thank u saur saur much 😽😽

a tune, an image, and a story of... ⋆｡˚

“so?” seeing his friend raising an eyebrow in challenge, or in question, reo uncharacteristically rubs the back of his neck. this topic has always been an odd one for him—it’s one that brings everything into a halt and makes it feel heavy to breathe, yet perhaps because it has to do with you, reo could never think of it as unpleasant. “you know i can’t just…” reo glances towards your direction, talking happily with your friends on the other side of the classroom, “…you know. it’s kind of complicated.” chigiri makes a face that would get him the role of a disappointed mother in a tv drama. “it’s not. you do realize the two of you got more matching things than my sister and her boyfriend, right? and those two are shameless. what the hell are you afraid of?” reo honestly could give chigiri a list there and then. but, with a part of his brain focusing solely on your smile, he merely leans against the window frame and sighs, “…yeah. i wonder.” it’s so simple that it has become the furthest thing from one—reo, unreasonably and consciously, tries to reason.

you peer toward reo discreetly. sitting across him just like this for the nth time, even after so so many years, you still find your heart skipping a beat and three each time you see him. it’s not hard to like reo. he has good looks, smart, talented, friendly, bright, and is still very much a hard worker despite his family upbringing. it truly makes so much sense why he is so well-liked and popular. you could give your own testament to that, after all.  from the very first day when he offered his hand and name to you, you have known that reo has a brilliance that only few could rival–and even then you would confidently say that no one could ever truly outshine reo in your eyes. you have shared many years with him, growing up with him almost like a confidant to a prince. you have seen many parts of reo and–at moments where he laughs victoriously and at moments where frustration gnaws at him–to every single piece of those, your eyes could only gaze at them fondly. and you are more than aware that being so close to reo, being able to see all of those, is not a privilege given to anyone. it’s because you stand behind the line called ‘a childhood friend’, never stepping on them even out of your selfish feelings, that you could have that privilege. and if, by any means, you could stay beside reo for a long, long time, by keeping those feelings silenced then– “hey,” a pen taps your book lightly, reo’s voice following along with a question, “did you find a question you’re stuck on?”

“i know you don't want to see me,” reo says to the phone—to you, still panting heavily as he leans against your door, “but at least—please listen to me.” you sit quietly on the other side of the door. your eyes still sting and you know you still don’t really want to see his face. you know you should just hang up. “okay, so,” reo begins, pausing for a moment, taking a deep breath. loudly and confidently he says, “i like you too.” you blink at that. not knowing how to react as your eyes widened. “what—” “i know you probably think i am a pathetic piece of turd right now but at least, i want to say this before everything else,” he continues on, fully relying on his heart and his teammates’ advice—going against every principle of calm businessman hammered into his brain. “i like it whenever we do something together, since long ago. i like it when we talk, i like listening to you, i like being listened to by you, i like it when we walk to school together—actually, can we keep all those even after this? i might actually go bald if we don’t. you still like my hair right—” “reo—” “i…” as if just realizing that he can no longer turn back, reo takes in a deep and sharp breath. after a loud embarrassed gulp, he repeats “…i like you. really like you. as a lover. please go out with me.” for someone who has been on the receiving end of many confessions, reo feels like a newborn baby fish. after all these years, it surely takes a lot of guts and courage—also a fucking stupid fight with you that he should immediately apologize for after this—just for him to spit all those words.

notes: @yoisami sakiii!! i hope u like this. i tried to potray it in a familiar, soft way that is kind of shoujo esque, i hope i succeeded. also purple and yellow because it's the color of the dawn, and hey reo's hair is purple which contrasts nicely with yellow haha .if it's just a bit entertaining for you it will be more than enough! :> i hope the angst is enough darling even tho it's only implied lolol thank you so much for joining my lil event babe, also happy new year! i wish u many many happiness ahead ₊˚⊹♡

[sleepychailatte-blog]

When I was in school, there seem to be a camp of two types of girls when it came to literary choices. You had the Twilight/vampire romance girlies and the Hunger Games/dystopian gals, and you would have thought these two groups were the two families from Romeo and Juliet. Yours truly was part of the Hunger Games camp, and middle-school me was obsessed. I’m talking book and movie premieres, Team Peeta shirts from Hot Topic, wearing a mocking jay pin publicly, the whole gambit. God forbid if you read Twilight, that poorly written, low-brow, dumb, vampire romance. We were the readers of dystopian fiction, which was superior because it made you FEEL things about capitalism, broken societies, being true to yourself, etc. etc. etc.

It’s been over a decade since 2008. To all my Twilight girlies, I would like to offer you my most sincere apologies. I should not have judged you so harshly.

Recently I watched Twilight for the very first time as an adult. A friend of mine came over for a painting/movie night, and Twilight was our featured film. I knew the memes, I knew roughly what the plot was, but I wasn’t ready for the experience that was to come.

So without further ado, I’d like to offer my thoughts and review on the 2008 masterpiece, Twilight. If you aren’t familiar with the Twilight story, go read a quick synopsis and then come back.

🌘So, did you like it?

I had an absolute blast watching this movie. Would I say it’s a good movie? Probably not. Did it age well? Nope. But it was delightfully cringey, as you had to suspend all believe of realism. You couldn’t take this movie too seriously, because this movie took ITSELF way too seriously. It’s like they cranked the drama/teen angst meter up to 100 and everything seems so life-or-death…even though the main characters, Bella and Edward, are 17 year old juniors (ok so Edward actually isn’t 17 because he’s an old vampire but you get what I’m saying). It was very much that kind of relationship where “they can’t even bear to be apart or they will DIE” oh no how tragic (I think we now call that co-dependency).

When I was 17, I sure as heck didn’t know what love was. But again, this story is based in absolute fantasy, not realism, and that’s the fun part. Oh to be swept off your feet by a mysterious, handsome, brooding vampire that you met in your biology class!

🌓Favorite part of the film?

The script for this movie is pretty bad, I’m not gonna lie, and that’s part of the charm. It’s so bad, that it’s kinda good. Here’s some of my favorite quotes:

“You better hold on tight, spider monkey." -Edward to Bella because he can jump really high and run really fast. I about peed my pants from laughing when Edward said this.

“This is the skin of a killer, Bella." -Edward to Bella because vampire skin *literally sparkles* in direct sunlight. Again, almost peed my pants.

I will say that I love Edward’s family, the Cullens, as a whole. This vampire family tries to cook a regular meal for Bella, Edward’s human girlfriend, and oh my heart. Vampires don’t cook because they don’t eat normal food; the Cullen family had never used the kitchen in their house. The fact that they would go out of their way and attempt to do something so foreign to them in order to make the human girlfriend feel comfortable? Um, wow that’s actually really sweet.

Also, shout out to Bella‘s dad, Charlie for actually trying to connect with his daughter. Bella and Charlie have a bit of an awkward and tense relationship but this doesn’t stop Charlie from trying to be a good dad. I will say that one of my other favorite scenes was when Bella asked her dad if he wanted to meet her boyfriend Edward… while he was cleaning his shotgun. When he said, “sure, send (your boyfriend) in” and loudly snapped his shotgun shut, I about lost it. What a dad move! A national treasure.

🌒Would you watch it again?

Under the right circumstances. I would need either anesthesia or a large sangria. If I ever showed this film to my children, it would be for a study of what not to do in a relationship. If your significant other says “I can’t live without you” when you’re 17…that’s some big creepy co-decency energy.

🌑Team Edward or Team Jacob?

Um Team Charlie all the way. Hands down the best and most sane character in this whole film. We love to see a dad do his best and love his daughter…even when she starts dating a super weird pale dude.

🌘Conclusion

Watching this film made me think about guilty pleasures. We all have them, and they all look different at unique stages of our life. One of my favorite guilty pleasures is watching Judge Judy. My 70 year-old grandmother used to watch the Bachelor. For a friend of mine, it’s those cheesy Hallmark Channel movies. Others enjoy vampire romance novels. Are these things high-quality and sophisticated? No. Are they of good taste? Meh. But they are meant to be enjoyed, and that’s the whole point.

Twilight is the same way. Is it good? Not really. But that doesn’t matter, because it’s a cringey/angsty teen fantasy that’s meant to be enjoyed.

You can be both a Twilight girlie and a Hunger Games gal, and still have a pretty darn good time 🖤

[apatheticlexicographer]

psychoanalyzing the stranger things marketing team for fun and profit: “the heart”

(brainrot set in thanks to this post go read it it’s straight facts)

i think i know the strat the marketing team are using here.

in all the merch related to will’s painting and his corresponding speech they’re trying to frame it in a seemingly very platonic way. by having erica there in the new postcard design they’re basically just making it an “oh look these are the characters who play D&D, how fun” type thing. that holds up okay unless you actually watch the goddamn show, even as a GA member, because will’s painting is undeniably romance coded for TWO canon pairings (an “unrequited” pairing is still canon). with that in mind, the forcefully platonic approach in the marketing is so blatantly full of shit it’s kind of funny.

that being said, the people in charge of marketing have a pretty good reason for it, or at least a logical one. they can’t market the painting as a m’leven thing, even if that might be more profitable in the short term (i don’t even know if that’s true these days tbh), because anybody who’s seen the show knows that the entire m’leven approach to it is a straight up lie on will’s part. not even a lie to the audience, either, because we’re fully in the loop with it. it’s only mike and, by extension through his answering monologue, el who believe it. they can’t sell m’leven merchandise that centers around an unresolved lie, that just... doesn’t work. they also doubly can’t market it as a m’leven thing because after s5 people are gonna be pissed if they discover they were being conned into spending their money on merchandise for the opposite ship in the love triangle.

on the other hand, they cant market it as (romantically) byler-centric yet, because that blows the lid way too soon. considering how conservative of an approach (conservative as in moderation not as in boomer politicians) they took to directly indicating byler canon, they don’t want it being confirmed til s5. they dedicated a lot in s4 to m’leven being bones and obscuring mike’s true feelings about either of his love interests, but very little to explicit byler canon indicators (i’m not talking about deep subtext, i’m talking about the implications a GA member can pick up on after one viewing). since it’s clearly a close kept secret that they want to build up to revealing, they aren’t about to show their hand over merch of all things. this is probably both for the shock impact of the reveal and how “groundbreaking” it would be or whatever (which it would) and also to retain the maximum viewer base in the build up to the finale. regardless of how GA opinions are shifting away from m’leven, disliking mike and el doesn’t equate to liking mike and will, and though the show isn’t made for conservatives at allll (now i do mean it in the boomer politician sense lol) there are inevitably a lot of people in the audience who would throw a major tantrum and boycott s5. the duffers’ statement that they’re not going to let what the audience wants influence where they take the story is a major green flag for byler in this respect, but netflix can’t have viewer counts dipping for the finale of their flagship show.

by marketing the painting ambiguously platonically they get to keep the m’levens and homophobes placated because it doesn’t pose any direct threat to them, and keep the bylers and LGBTQ audience engaged because we see through their shit and take it as the byler dub it is.

[scorpiongrassfield]

Things Are Awkward Now

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There is once again something going on that you can’t quite grasp and gods is it frustrating. You almost want to ask Pat what their problem is. 

But you don’t. And it seems like this is something fundamental between the two of you. You can’t remember why, but you’ve still got your gut instincts. Pat doesn’t ask you why you change your name in the middle of the day, and you don’t ask them why they’re suddenly acting weird towards your new friend. 

But. Then again. You’re also pretty sure nothing bad would happen if you did ask them. 

So you do. 

“Hey. Are you alright?” you ask, with as much neutrality as you can muster. 

Pat lets out an almost startled laugh. “Yeah, no I was just caught off guard.” 

“Ah. Sorry. Was that rude?” Theo asks, looking concerned. 

“Not unless I was rude first. Turnabout’s fair play. This is my bad,” they deflect.  

“Oh,” is all Theo has to say to that. His face still falls 

Pat nods, and turns their attention back to you. “Eat up, kid. We’ve still got work to do,” they say, pointing at your bowl with a chip in their hand. 

You nod and tuck in, wishing you could taste it but knowing that food is important anyway. 

“You’re both welcome to some of my chips if you want,” Pat offers. 

“Oh. I might. Ah. Can I?” Theo puts his hand out to take one, retracts it part way, then reconsiders and takes a chip when Pat nods at him. 

“Thank you,” he says. He takes a comically small bite of the chip. 

“So. You mentioned work. What sort of work do you do?” Theo asks. He cocks his head to the side as he does. 

Pat doesn’t quite laugh, but they breathe out sharply like they want to. “We’re paranormal investigators,” they lie with a straight face. 

What. 

Why? 

You give them a look but they just shrug and gesture at your food again. 

You can take a hint, so you nod. 

“Really? Like ghosts and stuff or like, vampires?” Theo asks. His eyes practically glitter with excitement and curiosity. 

This gets a genuine laugh out of Pat. 

“No, no. Well. Actually I guess just because I haven’t met a vampire yet doesn’t mean they aren’t out there. But no. We’re here for ghosts,” Pat explains with a wink. 

Theo’s face takes on a bit of color, making him seem a tinge more… real, than he has appeared since Pat came back in. 

“That’s really, cool,” he enthuses. 

“It can be,” Pat agrees. “So. Theo. What sort of work do you do?” They turn the question back around. 

“Oh. Uh. I’m an artist,” He says, once more fiddling with the hair at the nape of his neck with the hand not occupied with food. 

Pat raises an eyebrow. “What kind?” 

“Digital art. I do a lot of commissions and stuff these days. So it’s whatever the customer wants me to be drawing. I do a lot of portraits and like. Drawings of people’s pets and stuff,” He rambles. He takes another bite of his single potato chip. 

“Oooooh an artist? Nice. You’ll get along with Sylv then, he’s artsy too,” Pat says. 

You freeze at being addressed with the spoon still in your mouth. 

Are you an artist? 

“Oh! That’s cool! Did you paint your phone case yourself, then?” Theo asks, gesturing at it. 

You inspect it. It does look like the flowers are hand painted on. And Pat didn’t include themself in the artist category just now. So it was probably you. 

After a too long pause to think it all out, you nod. 

“Nice! It’s acrylic, right? Those can be fun. I prefer oils myself,” Tho says. He reaches out to touch your phone case, tracing a finger along the stem of one of the flowers. 

“I thought you did digital art?” you ask. 

Theo pulls his hand away like he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t. 

“I do. I was classically trained though. Went to art school and everything. Didn’t finish though,” he says with a strained smile. “And paint gets kind of expensive, even if you do manage to sell a physical painting, which is easier said than done.” 

“That’s a shame,” Pat says, and it sounds like they mean it. 

Theo shrugs, but the spark’s gone out again. He’s back to trying to fade into the booth. “It is what it is.” 

“I suppose that’s true,” Pat agrees. 

Silence settles back over the table. 

You manage to finish your bowl of soup. 

Pat convinces you to eat a few chips while you wait for the waiter to come by with the check.

[the-cat-chat]

October 13, 2023

Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan (1989)

Jason Voorhees is accidentally awakened from his watery grave, and he ends up stalking a ship full of graduating high school students headed to Manhattan, NY.

JayBell: We made a critical error this Halloween season. We finally decided to watch Friday the 13th, but we failed to realize that there was an ACTUAL Friday the 13th happening this October and we watched it too early. Our bad. So instead, we decided it was only appropriate to continue our Friday the 13th journey with this gem.

Now we were pretty disappointed in the first Friday the 13th. And of course we went into this movie knowing that it was probably going to be pretty bad. And it was! But it was still watchable, and that's more than I can say for some of the stuff we've watched.

One thing I do like about this one is that the teenagers are given distinct personalities and styles and whatnot unlike the mostly generic sameness of the personalities in the first movie (aside from annoying Ned good riddance). They actually feel like different people, even if it's mainly based on shallow stereotypes. Can we talk about the dog though? Why was the dog even in the movie at all? Was it take your dog to work day and they decided to just throw him in the movie cause he was on set?

Now the biggest problem I have with this movie isn't the stupidity of the characters, stupid storyline, or bad acting. No. It's the fact that it should be called Jason Takes a Cruise and not Jason Takes Manhattan because it takes him forever to actually get to New York. And I'm taking off a whole point for not having the final battle be in the Statue of Liberty.

Final Note: Who decided that rooftop fight should be like five minutes long? It went on and on and on. And yet somehow it's my favorite death scene of the franchise so far. Go figure.

Final Final Note: I love that when they shot the "New York" scenes they really decorated the set with so much graffiti. They must have run out of paint.

Rating: 4/10 cats 🐈

Anzie: I guess the only type of horror movies I like are the ones I can make fun of. Bc when things went sideways with Winnie the Pooh: Blood and Honey, on Friday the 13th I thought it was the stars aligning for us the skipppp a whooole bunch of Friday the 13th and go to this one. Bc it’s absolutely absurd right?? I read the plot after we watched the original and in my soul I hoped for a future where we watched this.

Annnd wow. Just wow. There’s so many little things that are soo odd. And it’s the acting and the plot. like the concept is absurd. It’s the 80s. Like Jaybell says it seems a whole lot reasonable to call this Jason loves boats or Jason takes a Cruise bc the whole time you’re on a boat not Manhattan, except maybe the last 20 minutes- which agaiiin wow. But we’ll get to that. My chief complaints- who takes a dog on a senior trip to Manhattan!!! Via boat. And the dogs the only one with common sense in the whole movie. Like for reaaallllzzzz. Which leads me to point of my next complaint. No one runs they just scream and lie there while Jason stands over them like this lunatic will change his mind about killing them. Okay.

Then. We have our arrival in NYC. First, the bad “gang members guys.” Woof. And they drug what’s her name?? But then when Jason saves her to continue chasing her she completely fine?!? I can’t stay up after taking one Benadryl! But whatever. And her uncle- I thought he was the most reasonable but he’s a freak. And let’s all spilt up??? Has anyone ever seen scooby doo. Bc that don’t work. Annnnd that head shot. Wooooooofff. Anyways not as funny as I’d like and not reasonable enough to be a continuation of the original but honestly idk it was absurd enough to entertain me for a bit. The smart one of the movie is the dog. Omigawd that reminds meeeee. So the paddle to Manhattan from the main boat. In a little boat. And the dog and one guy get in right. But Jason whose home turf is WATeR!!! Doesn’t emerge until they arrive at the dock. He doesn’t drag them into the water while they’re out floating in a row boat. Ooooo and in the sewer- I’ll be scarred for lyfe. Whatever. I hate it but I don’t??? It’s weird. I think it’s bc it is just an experience and a half???

Rating: 2/10 Pumpkins 🎃

[kobedivision]

Kaiji’s Thoughts on Saitama Division

Sayaka Miyuki

“Oh yeah, I know Sayaka-san! Ramuda mentions her a bit and Lola actually introduced me to her, I gotta say, she’s definitely all sunshine and rainbows like people said, it’s hard to believe that such a kind person exists.” Kaiji smiles. “But that does give me a bit of hope for humanity, anyways, Sayaka-san is great! She honestly has my respect for being a single mom, I know raising a kid on your own can’t be easy, I mean, my mom had 6 of us but even she had my dad to help out….barely.” He silently scoffed before smiling. “If she wants, I can give her my mom’s business card! I’m sure she would love to sew up something special for her!”

Lola Takahashi

A pink blush spread across his cheeks and a giddy smile played on his lips. “Lola-chan!!” He squealed happily, hugging the photo to his chest. “I love love loooove Lola-chan!” He giggled. “She’s one of my best friends! Not only that, she was the one who helped me get my start in the model industry! She’s so nice and amazing, how can I not fall in love?!” He sighed dreamily before getting a devious look on his face, snickering behind his hand. “Here’s a little secret, sometimes whenever we’re feeling bored and a little pent up, Lola and I get together and have a bit of fun, we drink a bit of wine, pop a few ecstasy pills and fuck each other like rabbits until the sun comes up, you have no idea how fucking adorable she looks when she squirts! It’s like looking at a goddess!” The blush on his cheeks deepened into a red, his grin shifting into a lewd smile. “My goddess…”

Kureha Koizumi

He raise an eyebrow before grinning, “Oh look, it’s Ren’s angel.” He chuckled. “To be honest, I was thinking about someone more…innocent looking but at the same time..this is pretty much about what I expected from RenRen, she is cute, I won’t lie, Lola’s told me all about her, I seen her paintings, she’s actually pretty good, Izana is a bit of an art nerd so maybe he knows more than I do.” He shrugged. “Oh well, it doesn’t change much, I’ll still help Ren win his little angel’s heart, they’ll make a cute couple, I just hope she knows how to defend herself, Ren’s fangirls can get pretty fucking rabid.”

Femme Fatale

“I think it goes without saying that I absolutely adore this team! Which may or may not be because of Lola.” He giggled. “I actually kinda hope that we can face against them, not to hurt them of course! Lovesick is pretty much brand new so to go up against a team that’s basically been there since the beginning would make really good practice and a chance to impress them! Especially Lola, we kinda made a bet that if either team wins, the person gets to do whatever the other wants for a week and I…have a lot of ideas.” He gave a dangerously lewd grin as he winked.

[bisluthq]

How do you feel good enough? This person I’m interested in a girl, first time kinda exploring bi side, and I like her a lot, although can’t lie, she’s tall (I’m 5’4, she’s like 5’7), but she’s quite, like quite overweight, but I don’t mind. That said, I work out, I go to the gym all the time, I’m trying to get my abs to show, etc. I can’t tell if I am attractive enough FOR her, and hard on myself, because I don’t have the perfect nose (side profile). Ppl will see pics of me online and think I’m pretty or gorgeous, but I never get approached in person, so I don’t actually know. Then again I’m like shy and a hermit. Taylor with Joe level hermit. This girl I am into, dated a girl who basically resembles Madison Beer and (she’s 21 I’m 24 that’s if she isn’t lying), her other 2 exes were I mean OK looking but I can’t stop comparing myself, and feeling good enough. Like if I meet up with her she’s gonna think i’m meh, tbh, and she kinda does play games.

Sorry for annoying u with this I just don’t know what to do/how to stop comparing, i don’t feel good enough.

just stop comparing yourself to any of them. I know it’s easy to say and hard to do but I have a few story times: the guy who made me think I’m a lesbian was dating a girl who then went onto a very famous dating show (Love Island/Love is Blind/Too Hot To Handle/Bachelorette - THAT big but lol let me spread it out so you don’t know). And obviously I felt very insecure next to her at like his 21st which I attended as a friend and she as the gf because she went on to be on one of those shows lol and I’m like.. okay. But after that he slept with me while with this absolutely beautiful woman because I chased him really hard and ngl it was mad weird when we did fuck and then I had to be like “my guy it wasn’t that fun, let’s be friends” and anyway the point was me being less pretty (which I am) didn’t mean I didn’t cuck this fucking GODDESS and didn’t mean it was worth it (again, separate story).

my current bf has dated some literal actresses (obvi no one famous but they’re all pretty).

He also says he married his ex wife because she was hot and like she’s less pretty than the actresses (just objectively) and looks about the same as me and I showed him the reality star girl and he was like “oh wow she is stunning” but in the way that he speaks about ScarJo or Chris Hemsworth so like??? He wouldn’t pick any of them over us tbh.

And from my end: Bookstore Girl - who is my Citadel - is kinda plain. I wouldn’t like do an oil painting of the woman. But she is SO hot to me. And my ex slept with a VERY famous man after swearing off men and being mad at me for talking to them idk.

it’s personality more than looks imo.

if I can cuck reality stars and my bf can find his ex-wife/me as hot as literal actresses/models and my ex can fuck a world famous sports star like it’s all more about personality than it is about looks.

ps. I’m sure you’re cute.

[a-la-folie-et-plus]

Live-blogging my first time watching SAW

- oh shit, starts off full on

- my phone’s on 28%, when it dies I have to stop watching because I’m not doing this on full attention

- NO HEAD! NO HEAD! (Early 2000’s gore is surprisingly bearable)

- why is Laurence Gordon kinda…

- I’ve made it through 6 minutes!! Only 1hr37 left to go and then I can say I’ve survived watching SAW

- what if he just…didn’t play the tape lol

- Adam! (The vine reference…it’s…funny to me)

- oh Lawrence KNOWS they’re gonna kill each other

- puppy dog eyes my beloved

- bathroom’s a lot bigger than I always thought it would be, honestly shit’s SPACIOUS

- if they could just waste as much time as possible trying to get this cassette player that would be great thank you

- honestly what did Adam do

- you could just slide the tape but go off I guess

- it would suck to be Adam, like imagine not being the main character, just being brought in for some guy…objectification

- follow your heart —> kiss Adam

- aww the heart on the toilet it kind of bbg, at least he gave them deco

- Adam why would you pass him the hacksaw. He is trying to kill you.

- great job Adam, now only one of you has a weapon and it’s the one actively trying to murder you.

- workers of the world unite, the only thing you have to lose is your…feet

- I mean, I think he died because he got sawed in half, just a crazy guess

- HE TORTURED A GUY BECAUSE HE TRIED TO KILL HIMSELF??

- maybe I’m just dumb but like how does the razor wire kill him? What even is razor wire

- that is not a jigsaw piece, that is a misshapen lump. Let’s not reach at times like these

- if I were him I would just have like…not picked up that candle

- cancelling Jigsaw for not normalising mental illness, I’m getting problematic vibes from this guy

- getting homoerotic vibes from him painting a naked man’s body with flammable liquid, like…did he NEED to be naked? Or was that just a want.

- hate to say it but Gordon kinda looks better all grimed up

- oh that’s that one guy! He’s in like every crime show. This man has Stable Employment.

- short break to flex my unshackled legs, charge my charger and turn on the light

- honestly this is still fine, more interesting than horrible

- someone survived? People can do that?

- how come she got the horrifying bear trap and all they got was ankle cuffs? Kinda sexist ngl

- make your choice?? I feel like it’s a pretty easy choice

- oh shit that’s a grenade

- so wait how did she survive? Surely that’s impossible

- girl now is not the time to faff around

- OH WAIT HE’S ALIVE!!

- she could’ve just killed him, honestly that’s on her

- I’m pretty sure she’s evil but girlboss, honestly

- here comes this fucking guy, Jesus Christ

- girl he did not help you let’s be real here

- lightheaded from nerves but I’m half an hour in

- my smart little detective bb Adam

- this is the most fun I’ve had without lubricant lmaooooo Adam tell em

- if he kills the daughter I’m gonna riot. I better not see that fuckass puppet right now

- he’s kinda a good dad, like that was cute I can’t lie

- is someone gonna ask the daughter what the man said to her?? I feel like you would definitely at least ASK

- I’m a good chunk through this movie and it’s only mildly unsettling, I’m beginning to think I’m just a pussy

- sneaky, ranks are breaking in the spacious bathroom

- I am simply not afraid of a man wearing a blanket

- if he kills them I will stop being able to tolerate this “jigsaw is morally grey” narrative, they did literally nothing wrong

- actually the child’s kinda annoying, why can she only make one noise

- did he only have 3 prior victims or did they only have the budget to show flashbacks of those guys

- I’d love to be an over-dedicated detective, staying back from drinks to eat shitty Chinese takeaway at my desk and stay up all night in a rumpled shirt, running my hands through my hair over ‘evidence’

- oop he knew they were comingggggggg

- in half an hour I gotta go cook my spaghetti

- if the puppet move’s I’m freaking out

- call me crazy but just shoot jigsaw the minute you see he’s gonna screwdriver lobotomise that guy? Clearly this mans is bad

- arresting him is objectively more important

- at least pull the hood back, I swear to god

- again, I cannot be afraid of this caped crusader, Dungeons-and-Dragons-ass villain

- short break for my mental health (mommy came home) then back to it and feeling strong

- rahhhh death metal as the killer escapes, I simply have to vibe

- oh he survived, that’s rad

- it’s zander!!

- the girls are fightinggggggggggggg

- glow in the dark paint are you fucking kidding me this film is so unserious

- so do Adam and Lawrence fuck or what

- I don’t know how to explain this but Lawrence’s face is so Lana del Rey genderswapped

- ewwwwwwww he’s so ugly in a suit😖😭😖😖😭

- oh lawd he crawlin

- what in the fuck is. That

- Adam choking is genuinely the funniest thing I’ve ever seen, genuinely why does he do that

- the acting is killing me, why is this a comedy movie

- Adam’s literallt just an urban photographer

- let me guess, jigsaw’s right there and it’s gonna show him in the flash (wow, crazy)

- come out I’ll kill you! - he says, with no weapon and zero upper body strength (I love my pathetic babygirl)

- how did time go that FAST, goddamn

- oh Jesus, kidnapped child moment

- ohhhhhhhh, shit boutta go DOWN

- I really thought these SAW traps were a time-crunch, in-and-out thing, it feels like these guys have so much downtime

- vigilante Adam arc

- is the picture of Lawrence drinking a smoothie really necessary??

- Lawrence killed a hooker confirmed

- it’s giving Nicki Minaj phone call

- why does Jigsaw, a stalker, hate Adam, also a stalker

- Adam’s just a girlboss trying to survive in this modern economy

- they have made no progress out of this goddamn bathroom, these guys are utterly useless

- how come everyone else gets these crazy punishments for running out of time and theirs is like…he just fucking comes in there and shoots you

- the I Need You was unnecessary and gay

- why am I suddenly feeling the urge to also watch the sequel

- could he stop yelling

- Adam is yelling because he is an empath

- nooooooooooooooooo Adammmmmmmmmm

- bitch the time was up!! He wasn’t going to let you see your wife and kid!!

- I appreciate the bit of fabric covering up his gross leg

- see, just like I said.

- get his ass, baby

- are they about to kiss

- why does he fucking sound like that

- why do I feel like he absolutely WOULD lie to him, that sneaky bitch. Tricksy

- That’s a bigass bullet wound

- so that’s not even jigsaw

- who the fuck is that wait what who the fuck is that

- I thought that was what happened to the key!!

- no way he lay there that still the entire time that’s crazy

- game over lmao that’s so funny he can’t be serious