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[norrisainz33]

pr || ls18

summary: fans are convinced lance and his victoria secret model gf are just a pr stunt but they’re actually just two best friends in love

pairing: lance stroll x model!reader

fc & warnings: barbara palvin x some hate comments

requested: yes!! thank you for your patience!

masterlist

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f1gossip: looks like our very own lance stroll has been spotted with a mystery woman out in montreal ahead of the grand prix this weekend. this is not the first time these two have been spotted together either… perhaps they’re getting a bit more serious and we’ll see her this sunday? if anyone recognizes her, let us know!

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user1: nauuurrrrr lance that was supposed to be me

user2: we lost another one to a model chat

user3: you mean to tell me you lot don’t recognize the vs angel ynuser when you see her?!

user2: mate all we’ve seen is blurry pics of her hair

user3: she���s got recognizable hair!!!

f1gossip: timelines seem to line up with her posts and where we’ve seen her and lance together! i think you cracked the code user3

user4: it’s giving pr stunt bc how did he manage to get a vs model….

user7: no fr!! either that or she’s with him for daddy’s money

user8: yes this has pr written allllll over it

user5: i hope we DONT see her sunday

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ynuser: montreal i think i might love you

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yourbff: holy moly i’m obsessed

user3: mother is mothering (also i called this)

lance_stroll: nice flowers

ynuser: thanks! the person who got them for me is even nicer

f1gossip: 👀

user4: what sorta pr nonsense interaction is this

user12: oooo you’re so effortlessly gorgeous

flavy.barla: 😍 wow!

ynuser: 😘

f1gossip: 👀 x2

user18: i can give you flowers too ya know

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lance_stroll: thankful for the two weeks at home! always great to see the crowd out here in montreal. merci beaucoup canada- on to austria we go 🤍🇨🇦

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user1: holy heck you are so fine

user2: maple syrup making the dump is sending me

astonmartinf1: maple syrup ✔️ refreshing time at home ✔️ ready to get some points in austria ✔️

ynuser: face so pretty they should be putting YOU on magazine covers

lance_stroll: 🤭 oh stop! we both know you’re the only one fit for magazines and runways

user4: ohh look pr getting even more interactive i see

user11: you look so good in am green

estebanocon: 💪🏻 great weekend mate! thanks for taking me and flavy around canada

lance_stroll: of course mon ami! we love spending time with you guys 🤍

user3: WE?! who is WE

user22: cutie patootie

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f1gossip: in a recent interview where model, y/n y/l/n, talks through the upcoming vs fashion show she was also asked if there was anyone special who would be in attendance…. she blushed and said: “my partner is going to be there! he has yet to come to any of my shows so i’m really excited that it finally works with his schedule!” we can only assume she’s talking about a certain f1 driver 🤔

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user1: wow how did i not realize how stunning she is

user8: how long do you think we have to put up with this fake relationship

user4: it’s already been way longer than i would have wanted

user3: if it’s pr why are both of them being so secretive? can’t 2 people just be happy? like leave them be

user3: omg lance at the vs show?!?!?!? ain’t no way i can’t WAIT to see him there

user33: f1 driver try not to date a model challenge failed

user4: at least she’s a real model 😭

user12: you lot are miserable in these comments fr. i don’t follow f1 but my girl was mentioned and i do NOT like how yall talking abt her.

user18: welcome to being a lance stan. we live in the trenches but we all love y/n here!! it’s the other fans who are annoying

user12: whelp…. seems i will be going to war for lance

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user1: this is hot wtf

yourbff: oh!

ynuser: 🤭

yourbff: he got any single friends so i can get this sorta treatment too or.......

ynuser: HAHA i'll ask

user18: a tear just ran down my ….. nvm i’ll keep that one to myself

yoursibling: princess can’t walk on her own?

ynuser: these shoes hurt my feet

yoursibling: of course they do hahahah well im glad hes coming in handy

ynuser: lance is simply the best

user55: just disappointed this ain’t me fr

lance_stroll: i love you baby girl

ynuser: i love you too sweet boy

lance_stroll: you promise?

ynuser: what? of course i do!!

lance_stroll: i've been reading too many of the comment on our posts :(

ynuser: ohhh baby don't do that!! no one knows what our relationship is like besides us and i love you more than words could ever express

lance_stroll: i know its just easier said than done to ignore it sometimes

ynuser: i get it baby i really do and i'm sorry. people will always have an opinion an we can't change that but don't ever doubt just how much i love you 🤍

user16: glad whoever this is is treating you like the queen you are

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f1gossip: and just like that! it's official. lance has arrived to the victoria's secret fashion show red carpet alongside the gorgeous vs angel, y/n y/l/n.

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user18: the video of them arriving might be the happiest we’ve seen lance look in like years

user22: this makes my heart so happy

user8: fake fake fake

user12: adopting him and starting to watch f1 was the best decision i made man look at my mom and dad

user18: the strookies are so glad to have you 💚

user4: contracts gotta be almost up after this!!

user3: this is jobless behavior user4

user88: wow she looks incredible and honestly this is one of his best outfits in a while. gf effect is real

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chloestroll: how in the world does she always look so perfect

lance_stroll: i ask myself that every day. shes truly beautiful inside and out

chloestroll: my baby brothers in love ❤️‍🔥🥰

lance_stroll: as the kids would say, i'm down bad

user18: hold on is she wrapping your hugo boss jumper around her legs in the second slide!? brb crying

ynuser: thank you for being here! these shows make me so nervous

lance_stroll: there is no place i'd rather be!

flavy.barla: CUTIES!!! did you make sure she got the flowers from este and i?

lance_stroll: of course i did! she cried real tears and said she was going to call you after the show 😘

user8: you and your pr fling ❤️

astonmartinf1: the couple of the century holy moly

lance_stroll: 😉

user12: you better close your eyes every time another model walks by that isnt our queen

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ynuser: another vs fashion show in the books! thank you to everyone who made this possible - to the team of incredible stylists, to vs, to my friends for supporting me through this journey and to my darling lance who is always my biggest cheerleader and never says no to milkshakes at midnight. see you same time next year 🤍

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chloestroll: my favorite angel

ynuser: my favorite stroll 🤍

lance_stroll: hello??????

chloestroll: lance look away this is a private convo

lance_stroll: yeah i’ll be having private convos with you both 😘

ynuser: god forbid the girlies are besties 😔

user12: the milkshake photo im sobbing 😭

lance_stroll: i love being your cheerleader 😘

ynuser: and i love being yours my handsome man 🤍

user24: i’ve never seen someone so gorgeous

flavy.barla: wish este and i could have been there! so proud of you beautiful 😍

ynuser: thank you!!! i can’t wait to see you in cannes 😘

user18: only watched that show for you and god was it worth it

yourbff: IM SO PROUD OF YOU

ynuser: THANK YOU

user27: this is my version of the royal couple

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[residentwordsofaffirmationdealer]

batman & robin - "trust your partner to catch you when you fall"

"just close your eyes, remember your training... and trust your partner to be there for you." batman/nightwing: bloodborne (2002)

"what know what the key is to a good trapeze act? letting go... trusting that there's someone on the other side to catch you." detective comics (1937) #1074

"i always know the hands that will catch me." nightwing (2016) #100

"...because i've always had someone to catch me if i fell." nightwing (2016) #79

batman: legends of the dark knights (1989) #100

"i got you, kid. i won't let you fall--" nightwing (1996) #105

"when we were up on those ropes, there was no mom, no dad, and no son. we were partners... we were equal. each one of us made sure the others didn't fall. i didn't get to keep my promise. and i know i swore an oath to you... i know that this is dangerous. but just like my parents, we're more than partners... we're family. and i'm never going to let my family fall again." batman: urban legends (2021) #23

"and yet, watching them... their trust... he saw something for the first time." the boy wonder (2024) #1

"i've got you." nightwing (1996) #25

"you okay, robin?" the boy wonder (2024) #1

"we aren't just there to catch batman before he falls. he catches us." robins (2021) #5

"you caught me?" "always." batman: shadow war omega (2022) #1

"my job isn't to train you to make the same decisions i'd make. my job is to catch you, until you decide for yourself." batman and robin eternal (2015) #22

"robin! hang on!" "come on, girlie! reach! farther! or get ready to do the gotham splat! i got it! now hang on, and pray he can hold us both. but he's batman, so of course he'll hold us. it's official! i love this man!" robin (1993) #128

"out on the precipice. about to leap. knowing someone would catch you. not your mother. not your father. someone with a foot in the dark. just like me. someone who used fear as a weapon. batman." nightwing (2016) #2

"robin!" nightwing (1996) #? (written by devin grayson)

gotham knights (2000) #1

"dick. i didn't fall. i jumped. i jumped because i knew you'd catch me." nightwing (2016) #8

"and i try to pay bruce wayne back by doing for others what he did for me. by being their net. by catching them before they hit the ground." nightwing (2016) #1

batman and robin (2009) #9

red robin (2009) #12

"how'd you know? how did you know i'd be there to save you?" "you're my brother, dick. you'll always be there for me." red robin (2009) #12

"it's all right. everything's all right." "i just... wanted to... help." gotham knights (2000) #58

batman/superman worlds' finest (2022) #6

"but the trapeze is not a solo act" detective comics (1937) #1074

"it's always been about catching people when they fall." nightwing (2016) #29

we are robin (2015) #7

[pia-writes-things]

Others have probably said this more coherently and way better than I will but I need to get this off my chest to focus on work so here goes :

I'm obsessed with what Suzanne Collins did with Effie's character in Sunrise on the Reaping and what it means for the relation between her and Haymitch post-Hunger Games and Rebellion.

Like, obviously, it can become harder to ship Hayffie after the book bc of Haymitch's love for Lenore Dove and how he still thinks about her in the Epilogue. However, Haymitch was sixteen then, and tho I do believe you never stop loving the people you loved so fiercely as he did Lenore (especially when they die so violently), he's 42-ish in the epilogue and I do hope he's grown enough, and has enough space for healing, so that he could loved someone else.

And that's where Effie's development in Sunrise on the Reaping is genius for shiping reasons (obviously not just that, but it's a rant for another day ^^) : Effie is the only person who still knows what he was like before his Games, and she's probably the only person who knows the Games changed him and he wasn't like what the Capitol propaganda made it seem. She may not know the details, she may believe what they edited his Games to look like to the public. But she knows the whole "selfish rascal" thing was an act : she saw him with Maysilee and Wyatt and Lou Lou before the Games. So she must know. She saw how scared he was before the Games. She saw an knew him. And I personally choose to believe she at least suspects his Games were never what they looked like.

We see in SOTR how Effie is everything Katniss believed her to be in the original trilogy (clueless, naive, tone-deaf and Capitol af), but we also see that despite all that, she's not Capitol to her core. She never dehumanises the Tributes. She tries to help how she can with the little she knows and she's been taught. Suzanne Collins showed that even the most privileged people can still care and be decent and do the right thing. Yes, she drinks the Capitol propaganda kool-aid, but not to the point where she cannot even relate to and help the Tributes.

So, that, coupled with the fact that she's one of the last person to truly know Haymitch, makes me probably even more interested in their relationship and what it would mean for it to be romantic. What does it look like when you're healing with the only person who's truly known you for the last 25-30 years ish? What does it look like to finally be able to move on from all the shit that happened to you and there's this woman who's been one of the only constant during the worst years of your life? What does it look like to have your world disappear and to help rebuild a new one even tho you were one of the bad guys and there's this man who represent the other side and was also your entry and sole link to it for 25-30 ish years? How do you heal together and how do you move on from your traumas together? How do you build something when your both past your prime in life but it's also far from over and you have hope? How does it mirror Katniss and Peeta's healing?

Basically, what does it look like to heal and find your person when you're in your fourties and that person happens to both be "the other side" and the only constant in your life?

There's so much potential there, both about the larger themes in the books and for them, and I need to write it or read it, and they make me go insane.

Ok, rant over, back to work now.

[yup-no-way]

What I think is in your bag based on your moon sign?

Hellooo! So I’m making this post because I’ve noticed some patterns in people’s bags based on their moon signs and I felt like it’s worth getting shared. Lemme just say I am studying now for my exams (finals week or my final week). I swear if I open that exam paper and the first question covers exactly what I didn’t study, I will slowly close that paper and cry. I can’t even think about cheating, cause these invigilators WILL BE sniffing me up the ass just to see if my calculator is programmable or not. First exam tmrw so wish me luck guys!

These observations are based on my personal experiences so don’t take it as full facts. These placements can also be influenced by other things in someone’s chart like degrees, houses and aspects. Also if u have any suggestions for what content you’d like to see feel free to let me know. English is not my first language lads so don’t drag me for grammatical errors. xoxo

Aries moon: I think for you guys, it’s like an organised mess. U might throw stuff in one day and then forget ab it only to reach a month later in your bag and go “owwww, so this is where it was!”. I also noticed that they r weirdly prepared for a lot of things, like u have randomly spare chargers or tissues or in general useful stuff that u didn’t necessarily planned for, but rather gathered over time and never got rid off. If u carry paper with u, its almost always wrinkled or ripped, please get a nice folder.

Taurus moon: these people will carry things that make them feel comfortable. Expect things like, wet tissues in case their hands are dirty or perfumes. They r the type to carry extra makeup in case they need to retouch during the day. They tend to have heavier bags bc they will carry half of their home with them (but they will rlly only use a quarter of their things they bring). They r the type to prepare their bag once and not rlly change much in it. Like they will have all the things they feel they need and won’t ever switch it.

Gemini moon: these people can go two ways depending on where they r going. If the go to work/school they will actually carry all their books and utensils (they never work as well). They might also have heavier bags due to the amount of materials they bring with them (ease up love, u prolly don’t even use them all at once). If they go out, god knows their purses are a mystery. These people might prefer smaller bags over bigger ones. In their bags u will 100% find things like forgotten gum, random cookies or snacks, pieces of paper with random stuff on them, etc.

Cancer moon: for these people, their bags will hold high significance. I would say they might carry things that they feel connected to. For each person it varies. I know some cancer moons that love to carry medicine with them in case the ones around them get a bit sick, some that carry snacks in case they feel hungry, some that carry little trinkets that remind them of some special memories, etc. (u get the point). All of the cancer moons I know also carry tissues with them.

Leo moon: u guys will 100% carry a rlly cute pocket mirror w u. These people will have things in their bag that they will use to help retouch themselves during the day. U might even carry spare earrings or possibly even have random jewellery in ur bag. Designer wallet! Every Leo moon I know has a designer wallet (sometime it’s empty). They r more prone to have luxury products in their bag.

Virgo moon: organised folders, high quality pens and paper. They r over packers. They have everything! I am very close w a Virgo moon and whenever we go out and I need smth, they have it. Breath spray, gum, tissues, notebooks, pens, id, extra jacket, etc. They r prepared and so is their wallet. They cannot leave the house empty handed, it’s illegal for them. I’m not sure what they r called, but all Virgo moons I know have that all purpose pocket tool thing, the Swiss pocket knife.

Libra moon: these people will have a very balanced bag. What I mean by that is that they will have an equal amount of stuff that is practical and stuff that is just there as an extra. They r also fairly prepared but in a more chill way. They have some good essentials that never leave their bag. Makeup is a must. Also they always have quite nice pens. I’ve noticed some even have things in that serve no purpose, like a small plushie that they like or a random sticker that they just keep there.

Scorpio moon: they do carry crystals with them. A lot of Scorpio moons people I know are nicotine enjoyers, but even if they aren’t they do carry a lighter with them. Their bag is honestly everywhere. They will have the most random things inside. Kinda messy but in an endearing way. They r the type of people that if u asked them “i know u prolly don’t, but do u maybe have squiggly scissor?”, they will pull that exact unexped object out.

Sagittarius moon: these people r carrying their ID with them just in case they want to do smth impromptu. Expect a good book or maybe a kindle. Journals! Mints! Wired earbuds and an old music player because they swear it sounds different. They might have a good luck charm that never leaves their bag. Sometime even concert or festival bracelets.

Capricorn moon: everything here has a purpose. My sister is literally a cap moon and I haven’t seen her carry more than necessary. Even if it’s going out just to chill, pure essentials (like she leaves the house with lipgloss and a phone). For school, this girl carries every book, every notebook,nice pens, iPad, id, wallet, etc. Bags are not intentionally heavy. If they r heavy that means that they simply need a lot of things.

Aquarius moon: random receipts and pieces of junk. Tangled headphones. My friend always needs her headphones. If she forgot them at home she’d go back just to get them. Lighters and almost always tarot cards. These people have hard to pin down bags. They just vibe out their day and splash wtv inside. If they go to work/school they can never find anything in that bag, “I swear I put my pen somewhere here, where tf is itttt”, I think I heard that so much.

Pisces moon: they will get emotionally attached to a bag and the things inside. U guys also r the type to carry good essentials in ur bag. I noticed the amount of sugar pack these people have in their bags is insane. They r the type to take those free complementary sugar/toothpicks/salt packs they give at restaurants. I am very close to a Pisces moon and every single time I sit down with them, they rob half the table. Love y’all tho, cause they will take it, but they will share it w u.

I hope u guys liked this as well! I am planning on doing another astrocartography post soon, so keep an eye out for that! Till next time stay healthy and glowing! xoxo

[charmac]

Prevv tags, @sunnykeysmash

#this isn't an inherently wrong post but i really feel like one simply Cannot discuss or dissect anything from FvR -#unless they keep in mind the continuous push on dennis having a 'double life' and how he wants to move on from that and is trying to#but mac is completely and utterly deaf to it. very much shown in inflates#in fact i dont think dennis is keeping mac at arms length at all. they literally slept on the same couch. i think dennis#was trying to reach mac the entire season#and it's mac who can't exactly cope with this sudden... shift and doesn't really get it. like willfully in denial

#we also have to remember sunny is a show about people letting each other down and macdennis doesn't do that onesidedly#dennis is very much pissed that mac Won't Hear that he is johnny no matter how obvious he makes it#in fact i believe dennis has been ''sending signals and implications'' to mac the entire time. but they communicate and operate differently#on a purely PURELY meta sense dennis speaks in subtext while mac operates on the surface. to me. they're not resonating in FvR#not in the way they were in s15 ep1 when theyre playing music together. and i could get into an entire thing there bc the meta is massive#i actually already wrote about this i think. i dont remember all my points. they're out there on my blog somewhere#god in heaven i really dont think macdennis is interpretable without acknowledging the entire meta layer of their narrative#even and especially when discussing an episode like gets romantic. which is so immersed in its own metatext it forgets itself

#actually mac prefers a distant detached love so much that dennis could only reach him by pretending to be johnny. it's also all a dance for#control in a sense.in a different sense. in a Chokes sense. like dennis pretending he calls the shots but mac has the wheel (den wants)#dennis wants mac to take control and woo him and he has Desperately been trying to hint at it since s14. IMO#and mac is wonderfully oblivious to it because he's still stuck on the TEXT that Dennis rejected him (times up etc)#AND THERES EVEN MORE I COULD SAY BUT IVE ALREADY TALKED ABOUT ALL THIS AT GREAT LENGTH 😭😭😭 but yea idk#anyway mac has a lot more control on dennis than some think. please reflect on this#meta#analysis#Jumper was a crazy episode in dennis trying to send hints tbh#i fucking love sunny meta i dont even care ... real ones oomfs know#wait i actually do have more to say. because there is a constant implication that mac doesn't actually really get dennis.. AND he Does too#at the same time. it's shown kinda well in tends bar i think. he misunderstands dennis the entire episode but in the end he Gets it right#thats kinda what they have going on. dennis is always waiting for the moment mac Gets it but. well it almost never comes#they both know parts of the other but not the full picture. never that. and i think it's also because of the mask#neither of them particularly likes themselves. they are content playing a part of someone else... sort of.#theyre also opposites in that. mac wants to 'define his true self' at all costs. Dennis runs from it. but uh... uhm.

I don't think we talk enough about what Mac falling for Johnny means in terms of his perception of love and his relationship to Dennis. I mean, we talk a lot about Dennis catfishing and e-dating him and the sexual component of it —which gives us plenty to unpack about Dennis' psyche, so it's understandable— but my favorite aspect to dissect is Mac's willingness to "fall in love" with a ghost.

In the episode, Dennis mentions there being texts between them so we know Mac wasn't just talking to a wall the whole time, but he's been stood up by Johnny so many times.. yet he keeps at it, keeps going on errands and to motels just in case Johnny decides to actually meet him this time. He's constantly waiting for someone who never shows up for him, and that's reflective of Mac's entire character. He keeps searching for love and validation from his mom, his dad, Dennis.. and when he doesn't get it, he just keeps on pushing, putting in more effort because maybe this time it will be enough. He holds so tightly onto his faith in god, a being he can't even see or hear, but that represents a hope for eternal love if you do everything right and conform nicely to its supposed expectations.

Mac isn't a stranger to loving distant beings, so of course he fell in love with Johnny. He's so desperate for someone to love him back but the only form of "love" he recognizes is a distant kind. That's why he can't give his date from the episode a chance, and why he doesn't want anything to do with uncle Donald. Easy and earnest love isn't something Mac knows. Hell, it isn't even worth it. Love, in his experience, requires work and sacrifice, otherwise what's the point?

This also plays a lot into his dynamic with Dennis, and why Mac will never let go of it. Sure, we saw him kind of trying to move on in 'The Gang Gets Romantic' by fabricating a love story for himself with Greg, and a more genuine attempt in 'Frank vs. Russia' by dating Johnny, but all roads eventually lead back to Dennis. A part of it can be attributed to Dennis not letting him move on —keeping Mac at arm's length while giving him just enough to keep him hooked— but that's not all. At this point I don't think there's anything Dennis could do or not do to put a definitive end to Mac's obsession with him, because he's exactly the type of person Mac craves in his life. As mentioned before, Dennis is someone that makes him earn his love and respect, and Mac can't find that in other potential romantic partners. He already tried looking for it online, where you can meet all kinds of people from all kinds of places, and who did he find? Dennis.

Obviously, the Johnny thing being orchestrated by Dennis means that Mac "found him" on purpose, but the point here is that Mac didn't know that. From his perspective, it was a fresh start with someone completely new, a guy that met his subconscious requirements. It just so happens that his requirements are Dennis. Because as mushy and gooey as it sounds, at the end of the day Mac is irreversably in love with him. He loves Dennis so intrinsically that he falls for him a second time, without even being aware of it. And I suspect he always will, no matter how many times he tries to move on.

[heartepub]

studio seventeen presents . . .

welcome to the studio seventeen special collection: kingdoms of dreams and madness! dive into thirteen different stories and celebrate ten years of magic. 🎞 aka, a series featuring the SEVENTEEN members, each inspired by a different studio ghibli film.

▷ PLAY ALL | ▶︎ SELECT ONE | ♫ SAMPLER OST

the courage to live 🌱 choi seungcheol.

“my mother used to tell me about the little people who lived under the floors.” — the secret world of arrietty during a forced retreat pre-surgery, seungcheol learns what it means to persist.

the boy who swallowed a star 💫 yoon jeonghan.

“there you are, sweetheart. i’ve been looking everywhere for you.” — howl’s moving castle three things are true: there is a war. there is a curse. there is love. and jeonghan can’t keep running away.

signal flags 🚢 hong joshua.

“i pray for safe voyages.” — from up on poppy hill amid efforts to halt the demolition of the latin quarter, joshua finds himself drawn to the girl hoisting flags every morning.

the path of the wind 🌳 wen junhui.

“everybody, try laughing. then whatever scares you will go away!” — my neighbour totoro junhui observes the highs and lows of the new girl, who sits in front of him in class.

fly once, fly again 🧹 kwon soonyoung.

“flying used to be fun until I did it for a living.” — kiki’s delivery service soonyoung’s attempts to befriend the town’s new witch have varying degrees of success. and then she stops flying.

beautiful, cursed dreams ☁️ jeon wonwoo.

“the wind rises. we must try to live!” — the wind rises all wonwoo wanted was to create beautiful things.

more thicker than forget 🐉 lee jihoon.

“will we meet again some time?” — spirited away when jihoon gets himself in another bind, the gods seem to find it fitting to send the girl who had already saved him once. too bad she doesn’t remember.

take a leap 🐠 lee seokmin.

“life is mysterious and amazing.” — ponyo seokmin is thrown back into his extraordinary childhood when his best friend’s distant cousin pulls the same trick and tries to turn herself human.

heart notes 💌 kim mingyu.

“can’t you be in love without determining your future first?” — whisper of the heart mingyu knows who he dreams of being. scribbling his name in library books to make his crush notice him is not part of that plan, but it could be.

with eyes unclouded 🦌 xu minghao.

“it’s time for both of us to live.” — princess mononoke cursed after an encounter with a rampaging demon, minghao leaves his town in search of a cure.

safflowers and memories 🌼 boo seungkwan.

“how come i let him get so close?” — only yesterday going to the countryside to help harvest safflowers was part of the plan. meeting seungkwan was not.

unfolds and unfolds forever 🎍 chwe hansol.

“that tomorrow never came.” — the tale of the princess kaguya a lost love comes and goes. it only ever lingers in hansol’s dreams.

the girl who fell from the sky 🎺 lee chan.

“the world cannot live without love.” — laputa: castle in the sky chan has been searching for the lost island of laputa, wondering if it even exists. one day, the answer falls right into his arms.

note. all fics will be tagged #svt x ghibli by heartepub. i chose to theme my svt 10-year celebration around my very first post on caratblr (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) i’m awfully late bc life is hectic (as i say every month, unfortunately), but i’m excited to bring these to life!!

count on many of these to be on the longer side since i am too obsessed with ghibli for them to be otherwise. the film plots may not be followed exactly, if it’s necessary to honor the members’ characterization being a bit different from the film’s characters. also, some may be speculative sequels to movies (jihoon’s and seokmin’s). but at least one fic will be out by may 26 — see you then!!

[fairyhaos]

seventeen and horror movies

notes: this is from ages ago but apparently i never posted it lol so im doing it now

masterlist

seungcheol

thinks horror movies are really cool! they're not at the top of his list, though, and he definitely prefers action movies with less psychological tricks and less fussy plots of good guys beating up the bad guys, but the suspense in horror films is always great too. laughs when the bedraggled and emo villain first appears on the screen and says that the villain looks like [insert which ever member pissed him off recently]

jeonghan

the most calm. offers his hands as stress balls to any members who need it during the film. was probably not paying attention for the entire thing, his brain having logged out of the human world and logged in to the angel network or something. offers to make popcorn every time, and by some weird psychic ability of his he always gets up to do refills right as the popcorn is running out for everyone. records seungkwan kicking chan into tomorrow every time they finish a film

joshua

is basically the human shield for the other scaredy cat members. he doesn't particularly like horror movies, but he's pretty good at keeping in his flinches and doesn't get that many nightmares from them afterwards. often gets dragged out to make cookies for dk bc he cant handle the movies. the person that everyone goes to at night when they can't sleep. once had a total of five members in his room after they all watched 'the shining' together, and let them sleep in his bed with him for the rest of the week.

junhui

loves (!!!!) horror movies so much. thinks they're the pinnacle of film industry art. gets scared by the super horrifying ones, but loves that feeling of getting scared so much. doesn't get nightmares bc he basically forgos sleep for two days straight after they watch a film, so he bores the nightmare demons into not visiting him. at least, that's what he swears by. does need to hide behind some of the other members tho when it gets a lil too scary for him to handle

hoshi

the epitome of reckless cockiness. boasts every single time that he's Great at handling horror movies, despite having a track record of Definitely Not being great at handling horror movies well. unintentionally engaged in a screaming duet with mingyu this one time. refuses to leave the room even when the members try to force him out bc he's too loud. always wakes up wonwoo, either bc he digs his fingers into his thigh thinking that he's jihoon or bc he's just being way too noisy. doesn't remember a single thing about the plot, pretends he remembers everything and says they should totally watch it again sometime

wonwoo

agrees to watch it with the members, ends up falling asleep halfway through. while everyone is talking about the terrifying cinematography afterwards, he's just sitting there like o_o bc he doesn't remember anything about the movie. he doesn't even mean to fall asleep, it just accidentally sort of happens. is woken up by hoshi during every movie tho bc that man is basically a high-pitched whistle when he's terrified and he gets terrified by horror movies all the time

jihoon

gets scared, but is scared the moderate amount. flinches at the jump scares, lets out little yelps at the sudden screams, but always does that cute giggle afterwards to show that he's more embarrassed than anything. has soonyoung's hand around his thigh like a vice the entire movie, and he has yet to figure out if the man is doing it to try and keep jihoon in place or to keep himself in place. sometimes gets nightmares after, but he doesn't really sleep enough to even have dreams on a daily basis, so.

minghao

doesn't like them, sits through them bc if too many people leave then chan gets sad that people aren't watching the movie he picked. pretends he's chill with it but he sits in the armchair by himself all curled up like a shrimp, hugging a cushion and squeezing his eyes shut whenever he gets too scared. after the movie's finished, though, he doesn't think it was all that bad. does that mean he's willing to watch it again? not really. but at least he's not getting nightmares for a week like the others.

mingyu

cannot even Think of watching them (1). is too terrified. clings to joshua so hard that he leaves the man with bruises on his arm. screams the loudest at every unexpected noise on the screen, even if it's something as tiny as a floorboard creak. can never finish the full movie, either bc he gets yelled out by the other members for being too noisy or ends up too creeper out and runs away to hide in hansol's room and watch him sleep to make sure he's okay

dokyeom

cannot even Think of watching them (2). gets all three of the 95 line to baby him for the first part bc he insists that this time he Will get thru it. holds jeonghan's hand the entire time. and seungcheol's. also has joshua's hand (the one on the arm Not being held hostage by mingyu) hovering near his face, ready to cover his eyes when something scary pops up on the screen. never makes it past the 45 minute mark without getting teary-eyed and having to leave, asking joshua to bake him cookies with him or something to help him calm down

seungkwan

gets absolutely terrified if theres any gore. psychological horror? hell yeah, he's down. demon/exorcism horror? so long as no ones peeling off anyone's skin, he's fine. horror movies (especially the ones chan picks) often leave a bad taste in his mouth tho so theyre not really his favourite. vows to never ever watch another horror movie that chan's picked out again, always ends up sitting on the couch squashed between jun and chan during the next horror movie viewing. beats up the maknae after every movie for suggesting something so grotesque and horrible

hansol

doesn't watch. he's not a big fan of the mildly plotless, gory horror movies chan always picks and instead goes into his room. tries to read a book or do something productive, ends up just falling asleep on the floor. wakes up to mingyu's face inches from his in almost pitch black darkness, the elder trembling like a leaf in the wind while telling him that he was guarding him while he was asleep to make sure he was okay. he turns on the light in the room and spends the rest of the night reassuring mingyu that the sounds he's hearing outside are totally normal and no werewolf is trying to break through their windows

chan

was probably the one to suggest the horror movie. he's pretty chill with them, finding them interesting (if not sometimes rlly repetitive) to watch. the suspense is his most favourite thing ever. he thinks it's super cool. flinches sometimes, but always laughs after. is the only one grinning with excitement once the movie is finished. looks around at his hyungs and asks if anyone would be willing to watch it again with him sometime?

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[orangepeelknives]

though i am crashing out over Gay-Article-gate, am i allowed to circle back to the newly unearthed mack/leno lore????? am i allowed???

fifteen year old mack c, with his silly lil gapped teeth and floppy hair and way too much hockey talent. he's so so so good, but he's so young, he's younger than everybody else, and he's better, and he kinda knows it, and he kinda owns it, and he's not shy about telling his opinions, he's not quiet about what he thinks the team should do. and he's living in the bay area now instead of vancouver and he hasn't really made many friends and all he wants is this magical hockey liney chemistry that everybody always raves about. it's all he wants!! he wants to fit in, he wants to belong, he wants to get to go to the house party that somebody's throwing on more than the pity invite, he wants to be liked, he wants to be wanted.

and then. there's this kid. his name is will smith, and he's always on the other team, he's always playing against you, and he looks like THAT at age 15, perfect teeth and blonde hair and he's always smiling and laughing and always right smack in the middle of the crowd, always surrounded by people. and he's best friends with his lineys and they have this clear magical chemistry that mack wants so badly, and mack bets WILL is never getting the pity invite, mack bets WILL is never left out of the inside jokes, mack bets the locker room doesnt shoot WILL all these akward looks when he speaks up. and will's so good at hockey too, will's lighting them up and then skating right into the arms of his team, who clearly love him so much, and he's laughing and having fun and holy fuck, that's all that mack wants.

and maybe mack's a little jealous? because who wouldnt wanna be will smith, in mack's eyes. who wouldnt wanna belong so well, fit in so well, be so beautiful and funny and wanted all the time! and maybe he's looking across and theres ryan leonard, some fuck ass kid who's always right there at will's side, always the first to get to him for the celly, always scoring on will's assists or sending passes to will for him to score. will's looking for him in the crowd, will's posting on instagram, just him and leonard, now will's going to BC and leonard's going with him, because will wants him there, because will wants him around.

so yeah, maybe mack's a little jealous, here. and maybe he's got this image of will in his head, this kid who's on the opposite team and who is everything mack wants, and maybe mack's a little sick about it, watching some kid like leonard, who's not as good as mack, who's not as good as will, be soooo wanted by will, which is all mack has ever wanted, to be in the in-crowd, to not feel on the outside, looking in.

so maybe he's fucking full gap tooth grinning, when he draws leonard into taking a penalty, when he manages to get under his skin, maybe part of him can selfishly think, see, will smith, maybe this guy isnt so great after all, maybe i'm better, maybe i one-up him, huh?

and it's stupid, and mack KNOWS its stupid, but he doesnt care, he doesnt!! and then theyre on opposite sides of the ice in college, too, facing off, the best on their teams, and will STILL has everything that mack wants. he's even more beautiful, now, and he's got this whole group of guys who just follow him around, who are practically tripping over themselves to hang out with him, he's the it-boy, he's always in the middle of the crowd, he's never left out or left behind, sorry, dude, but you're only seventeen, no way you're getting into the bar anyways. fighting with the captain like that, like, geez, who does he think he is?? mack dude i know mom and dad said to hang out with you, but cmon, cant i just go do this with my friends for once without you tagging along?

and now he's playing WITH will! and it's fucking everything he's ever wanted!! and now he's will's GUY, he's right there at his side every day, invited to everything, in the in crowd, on the golf trips, in will's passenger seat, and it's better, its so much better than anything he couldve imagined. and people want to act like they havent known each other! and maybe its stupid, and maybe not really, but they have! mack has known will, mack has known will since he was thirteen years old and lonely. mack has known will's stats, his friends, his game, mack has KNOWN will. and no reporter should be out here pretending that that wasnt true.

[annlyticalarchive]

PROLOGUE: The Start of the Worst Day Ever

”You will be different, sometimes you’ll feel like an outcast, but you’ll never be alone”

Mark Grayson X Kryptonian/Clark Kent! Reader

w/c: 1.9k

a/n: First proper fanfiction, so fingers crossed. Reader is heavily based on the My Adventure version of Clark/Superman, as I planned for this story to just be very lighthearted, it is very much tonally similar to MAWS.

Also: very much inspired to post this bcs of @batsovergotham and all of her amazing works-

Today could not get any worse.

You clocked in like usual. Nothing new. Totally accidentally avoiding your actual duties as an intern and skimming the news for anything remotely interesting to check out in the field.

Then your boss, the Editor-in-Chief of the Daily Planet, called you in. Not that that was unusual, either. Unfortunately, your closest friend at the Daily Planet seemed to have selective hearing and only tend to catch the parts that might get you all in trouble. Not her fault those were always the most interesting leads to chase for a story, she would alway say.

No, what made today the worst was that you got sent to the morgue.

Not an actual morgue full of dead bodies, you didn’t have the stomach for that. You got sent to the newspaper morgue. Endless rows of flimsy filing cabinets lined the walls, most taller than you, with boxes of film reels haphazardly stacked on top. Almost every daily edition, interesting clippings, all theoretically, filed away in its proper drawer, in its proper cabinet.

Or so you were told.

In reality, the morgue was a disaster. Faded labels. Years jumbled out of order. Some folders completely bare of any identification. Your job today? Organize it.

Which is exactly what you’d been doing. Since six o’clock this morning. Well, five fifty, actually. Like your Pa always said: if you’re not early, you’re late.

You were perched on a scarily flimsy plastic chair, an absurdly overstuffed manila file balanced in your hands. It held a whole month’s worth of papers from 1989.

The days were completely out of order, and you were doing your best to piece them together while making sure nothing disintegrated in your fingers. Because even though every one of these had already been scanned and archived digitally, Perry insisted on keeping the physical copies.

“Simpler this way,” he would say. “More reliable.”

So, with your headphones snug over your ears, you got to work. At least you didn’t get dragged into interviewing some B-list celebrity or photographing some college football practice like your friends had.

Maybe it was the music. Maybe it was the creeping sense of boredom. Maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t seen him in months, but you didn’t notice him sneaking up on you until it was too late.

A hand on your shoulder. A voice in your ear.

“So this is the morgue, huh?”

“Jesus—!” you yelped, jolting so hard that the stool beneath you cracked with protest due to you gripping it. However, if not for your instinctive grip on the seat, you might’ve shot straight into the ceiling.

Whipping around in the chair, you were met with a very welcome sight.

“Mark! Hey!” A grin split your face. You wrapped your arms around yourself, half to contain your excitement, half because you didn’t quite know what to do. “You’re back! And here! Why are you here?”

“You not happy to see me?” Mark asked easily as he straightened up, crossing his arms over his chest, as he smiled down at where you remained seating. That smile of his, the one with the dimples, spread across his face.

“Wha—of course I’m happy,” you said quickly, standing up and pushing your glasses higher on your nose. You spared a glance at the now-cracked chair and gently nudged it aside with your foot.

“Well, I thought about texting,” he said, rocking back on his heels, “but figured I’d surprise you. I know how much you love surprises.”

You squinted at him, unimpressed. Your hatred for surprises was well known and often ignored amongst your friends. Although some more than others.

Mark just grinned wider. “Besides, I’m here to rescue you from this glorified broom closet,” he added, leaning casually against the doorframe.

“Hate to break it to you, but my shift isn’t over,” you said, gathering up the file you’d nearly forgotten. You carefully adjusted the papers inside, straightening the clippings like they hadn’t been abandoned for the last several minutes.

“What? But it’s four.”

A beat.

“It’s what?”

Mark laughed. “You seriously didn’t know what time it was?”

“There’s no clock in here!”

“You have your phone!”

“Yeah, for music,” you shot back, frowning at him. “I don’t exactly doom scroll like you do.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he said, waving you off. “Come on. I’m starving, and you look like you probably haven’t eaten since sunrise.”

You hesitated, eyeing the disorganized stack of folders still waiting for you. “I really should finish this.”

“Should,” he said, stepping into the room and gently prying the file from your hands, “isn’t the same as will.” He raised a brow. “You’ve probably been here since, what? Six? Perry can survive without you for one afternoon.”

You sighed. “Fine. But if I get chewed out—”

“I’ll take the blame,” he said instantly. “Heroic of me, I know.”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s not heroic. That’s just decent.”

Mark grinned again, handing the file back so you could tuck it away. “Then I’ll settle for ‘decent’ and the chance to split a pizza with you.”

You paused, one hand hovering over the filing cabinet. “Thin crust?”

“Obviously.”

“Half pineapple?”

He made a face. “Why do you always ruin perfectly good pizza?”

“Because I can.”

Leaving the closet, you grabbed your small brown messenger bag and tucked your headphones into their proper pocket. The walk to the front of the building was a maze: down a flight of stairs, through a maze of cubicles, around two corners, and finally, the elevator down to the lobby.

How Mark had managed to find you at all was a mystery.

With polite goodbyes and a short chat with the sweet older woman at the front desk, you stepped out of the Daily Planet into the golden light of late afternoon.

“So, where did you say you went again?” you asked, trailing just slightly behind as Mark walked upstream against the crowd on the sidewalk.

“Family emergency out of state,” he replied with a shrug, still facing forward. He didn’t glance at you, just kept walking, hands tucked in his pants pockets.

“Oh. That’s— Is everything okay?” you asked, stumbling a bit as you sidestepped someone walking a bit too close for comfort. You caught yourself quickly, but the moment passed awkwardly.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Just took longer than I thought it would,” he said, brushing it off with another shrug. But there was something off, an air of distance he didn’t usually have. He turned toward you with a quick smile. “How’ve you been, though? How’s your dad?”

“Pa’s fine. His cough came back, so that’s been a thing. But he’s stubborn. Ma’s good too, back home.” You answered half-absently, still watching Mark out of the corner of your eye. He wasn’t limping. No bruises. No bandages. But something still felt… off.

Mark held the door to the pizza place open, and you murmured a quiet thanks as the warm smell of garlic and tomato sauce welcomed you inside.

Like always, always familiar voice called your name.

The old man who ran the place, Mister Rossi, stepped out from the back, his mustache twitching with his wide grin, eyes kind and crinkled. “It’s about time you came around, Kent! The missus was worried you weren’t eating enough when I told her you stopped visiting.”

You laughed, now more than a bit embarrassed, as he looked over you both before his gaze settled to you again, already waving you both toward your usual table. “The usual, yeah? I’m making it two, you look like you need it. You need someone to feed that appetite of yours.”

You and Mark exchanged a glance, silently acknowledging that there was no winning this argument. Mark reached for his wallet and handed over a twenty as you chimed, “Thanks, Mr. R.”

“Sit, sit! I’ll bring it out fresh,” Rossi said before disappearing into the kitchen with a wave.

You sank into your usual booth and watched Mark across the table. He was tapping a rhythmic pattern into the wood with his fingers, eyes drifting toward the window but not really looking outside.

“So,” you said carefully, “want to tell me what really took you so long?”

Mark glanced at you, a flicker of hesitation in his expression before he covered it up with another smile.

“What makes you think there’s more to it?” he asked, voice light, but not quite casual.

You gave him a look. “Because I know you. And you’re being weird.”

He huffed a quiet laugh and leaned back in the booth. “I’m not being weird. You’re just suspicious.”

You crossed your arms, eyebrows raised.

Mark looked at you for a long second. Then, softly: “Some stuff happened. I can’t talk about it here.”

Your posture straightened slightly as your voice lowered unintentionally. “Is it bad?”

He hesitated again, then smiled, more tired this time. “No. I don’t think so at least. But it’s big.”

The scent of fresh pizza cut the tension for a moment as Mr. Rossi reappeared with two fresh hot pizzas and a pair of Cokes.

“Eat first,” Mark said, nudging a plate toward you as he kicks you underneath the table. “Then I’ll tell you.”

The two of you slipped easily into casual conversation. You both catching up on the last few months. Well, mostly you catching up. Mark was seemingly dodging every question you threw his way about where he’d been or what he’d been doing.

It was only when you’d finally had enough and opened your mouth to call him out that the door to the pizzeria flew open with enough force to nearly knock the bell off its hook.

You and Mark both turned at the sudden noise, just in time to see two familiar figures burst in.

Lois Lane and Jimmy Olsen. Both panting, red-faced, and out of breath. Although Lois still had enough steam to spot you instantly, march across the room, and grab your arm with a vice-like grip.

“We need to go. Now,” she said, already trying to pull you out of your seat.

You let yourself budge. Not right away. You stayed just seated enough to let her get some leeway.

“Wait, what? Why?” you asked, eyes flicking back toward Mark to see his reaction but before he could answer, his phone started to ring.

He checked the screen, smiled a little too casually, and gave you a short wave. “You can go ahead. I’ve actually got something to take care of too. We’ll catch up later.”

You let Lois and now Jimmy tug you fully out of the booth, but your eyes stayed on Mark. “You sure?”

“Positive,” he said, already backing toward the exit on the opposite side. “I’ll call you after.”

“Let’s go!” Lois cut in before you could say another word, yanking you toward the door.

“Sorry for stealing her!” Jimmy called cheerfully and completely unapologetic over his shoulder as he trailed behind you.

Once outside, you gingerly dug your heels in an attempt to stop them. “Okay, what was that all about?” you demanded, frowning as they both were determined to keep you moving down the street at a fast pace.

“Prison break,” Lois said, practically bouncing with excitement. “Big one. High-profile, powered inmates. We’re going to be the first on the scene.”

Of course she wanted to be front and center. It could be the story that finally earned the three of you real bylines. Real journalists, real photographer, not just interns.

But your stomach twisted anyway.

Because you weren’t just a journalist. You were also the only one of the three of you who could take a hit from a rocket launcher and keep moving. And Lois and Jimmy, well, they were brave. Brilliant, even. But not bulletproof.

You had a decision to make.

Play the good intern and follow Lois into danger with your small notepad and pen, and Jimmy with his camera?

Or do what you always did in moments like this.

Disappear just long enough to come back wearing a different name.

[mcytegg]

hold on. hold on. what are the chances spoke's plan involve shoving the server admins specifically into a corner? like looking at what he's done so far and what he claims his plans are, it can all be tied back into server owner stuff. like okay, walk w me 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

he showed mapicc a blatant hack client w the mace while he was literally live and he never ended up being called on it largely bc it was such a shameless, blatant thing to do & mapicc wasn't Certain if it was hack so yk. w that information plus mapicc hiding the dupe glitches and time travel w the bug bombs from minute early season, spoke knows mapicc Can be lenient w others exploiting even if he himself refuses to do it as an admin. but!!! he wasn't nearly as lenient w sb, smt spoke had an issue w

i think the sb thing also ties into his plans on banning the owners bc it was during the same convo where spoke expresses dissatisfaction w how the sb mace situation was dealt w since the duped maces were exploited "legitimately" and therefore shouldn't have been an issue is when he brings up banning the owners. assuming that they plan on banning all three admins using exploits, it forces them into an incredibly tight corner where they're unable to play the server due to exploits and although they've Been stricter w exploits, using admin powers to unban themselves from an exploit permaban situation could definitely be recieved poorly by both the community and even other ccs since its def smt that could be used to accuse them of admin abusing. smt spoke already accuses them of doing and clearly Wants to weaponize against them if u take what he said to squiddo & ash during his meeting w them at face value

AND. speaking of forcing the admins into a difficult place, even him actively asking fans to fake stream snipe in other peoples chats and to post fake spoilers w typoed // lifesteal spoilers tag on twt is smt that the admins need to clean up— as evidenced by minute tweeting abt it TODAY after spoke told people to do it and tweets made at his demand gained traction, to the point that there was also an announcement in the official ls public discord server abt tagging spoilers & streamsniping. he's doing things even outside of the server that force mapicc, minute, and bacon to clean up his messes

even spoke's whole orbital strike cannon thing Can be connected to this silly theory bc although it's a legitimate plan w no exploits or hacks involved, it still forces all three of the server admins out of the role they have rooted themself in. the constant "accidental" mention of exploits and the poking and prodding at minute's heart pushed him back into a similar hero role he played in s5. while Also pushing him away from mapicc, who deeply values loyalty and aligns strongly w similar morals to spoke's, who is now being put in between multiple teammates he loves who have become enemies which has caused him to uproot his entire existence to try and reach for the freedom he hasn't had in all of s6 bc of his desire to hold on tight to the teammates he Does have who ended up lowk abandoning him anyways. and even bacon is forced to change bc he was the guy previously terrorizing spawn, but w the threat of it being nuked to bedrock it makes all of his plans null

like idk bro maybe i'm js Saying a whole lotta words and grasping at straws to see smt that isn't actually there since spoke has barely even said or done anything and i'm basing this all on things he has said or hinted at that is very likely 110% lies but i do think it'd be interesting if his main plan rly does have smt to do w forcing mapicc, minute, and bacon into difficult situations AS the server admins o_o

[wrathofrats]

Mushy May Day 15: first time

1k, nsfw, ifrit/zephyr, prompts by @forlorn-crows !

Read under cut or find all of mushy may on ao3!

Transfem ifrits first time after bottom surgery (:

Notes and things: inspired by @noahl-art bc I realized he was the only one I saw talking about bottom surgery and I got really curious so here’s this. There’s a couple hours of research into this I saw many many vaginas LMAO. And thanks to @jimothybarnes and @everybodyshusband for encouraging and forcing this fic into fruition

Mostly fluffy, virginity kink shit as always, they’re sickly in love it’s kinda gross, wrath’s trying her best if there’s something inaccurate pls dm me but I tried to do a lot of research to make this respectful and accurate so I hope that comes across <3

“Ifrit…” zephyr breathed. They swallowed thickly, tentatively putting their hands on her waist. Her skin was covered in red lace, a bralette that pushed her breasts up enough to practically spill over and panties that hugged her hips, digging into the soft curve of her waist. She looked absolutely breathtaking beneath them. 

“You picked it out for me moth, don’t know why you’re so speechless” ifrit was flushed red at this point, picking at the hem of her bra and fidgeting like she was truly nervous, like she truly couldn’t believe zephyr was this in awe of her. 

“I’m speechless because of you, you look better in it than I could’ve ever imagined”

They thumbed over the fabric, fingers delicately tracing over her smooth skin. They didn’t tug at the lingerie even though they craved to see her. Months without intimacy keeping zephyr more on edge than they’d like to admit, though they’d happily wait years if it was what made ifrit comfortable. But she initiated. She asked zephyr to pick her out something to wear for when they first saw her again after the surgery and they were more than happy to oblige. 

"Do you want to see?" Ifrit finally asked. She grabbed zephyrs hand that had settled on her hip, seeming more than content to just stay like this. Aether and omega were the only ones who had seen her so far, being there to take care of her and help her with her dilators afterwards. Though those were never fun, as much as she almost hoped they would be.

But it was nothing for zephyr to see or be involved with even though they offered. She wanted this to be special, some kind of grand reveal for some reason. Maybe for her own ego, or just saving the weirdness of having them look at her post op while things still didn't look quite right.

"Please marigold" zephyr breathed. Their hands intertwined together over the waistband of her panties pushing and pulling them down to reveal herself. Zephyr tried not to completely gasp at the change. They tried not to immediately reach out to touch her though with the way ifrit was breathing heavy, they were sure that's all she really wanted.

"Is it… is it ok?"

"You're absolutely beautiful ifrit"

Ifrit reached down between her legs, spreading herself open for them. She was already slick and shiny, working herself up for this. A weird glint of proudness along with a big smile as she ran a finger up and down her folds, showing off the slick that had accumulated.

"See how wet you get me Zeph?" Ifrit sighed. She grabbed their hand, bringing it to settle on her vulva, an invitation to touch her as well. "I can say that now" she giggled "I can tell you how wet you make me"

Zephyr used their fingers to open her up, thumbing up and down trying not to act like they were examining her. But it was fascinating, and she looked perfect, tempting. Their finger came to rest on that pretty little bud at the top, giving it a bit of pressure before tentatively rubbing in a circle. Ifrits leg twitched, hips bucking a bit with the sensation. Not entirely new, but with zephyrs hand it only added a new form of arousal to the act.

"Still sensitive?"

"It feels good- don't stop" ifrit breathed in, arching a bit off the pillows as zephyr made faster circles. No longer simply experimenting, but knowing how to make her actually feel good. Maybe zephyr asked mist for help before hand, sue them.

"Can you cum like this?" Zephyr could feel ifrit twitch and clench as they worked. Obscene, wet sounds came from their fingers, now covered in ifrits arousal.

"Multiple times- found out the refractory period is a lot lower too"

Zephyr got two fingers inside of her as she said that, feeling her from the inside for the first time. Silky, hot and wet, she was absolutely perfect.

"Come on then, wanna feel you cum around my fingers"

Ifrit stifled a cry, throwing her head back. It felt amazing, better than before if she was being honest, and much nicer than her own hand. She spasmed around zephyrs fingers, rolling her hips as they worked her through it. Sparks of pleasure mellowing out into an almost over sensitive buzz before they finally pulled away.

"You taste better than before too firefly" they licked a fat stripe up and around their index finger, keeping eye contact with ifrit. She blushed, squirmed as her breathing regulated more, though this didn't help.

"Shut up-" she whispered, looking away. Zephyr couldn't help but giggle a bit at her sheepishness.

Her body relaxed, legs finally opening again as zephyr waited for her to be ready. They traced swirls and squiggles up and down her legs, simply watching her.

"Wish you wouldn't stare at me like that zephs" she laughed, light heartedly, "you make me nervous"

"Can't help it, you're too pretty, am I not allowed to stare at my beautiful fire lily?"

"No I brought you in here to fuck me like a whore if I'm being honest"

The act still felt new, even if it really wasn't. Settling between her legs and spreading her knees apart. She already felt prepped, though zephyr still went slow like they were scared of breaking her. Their hands smoothed over her thighs, lining their cock up to tease up and down, purposely taking time to run over her clit.

"You're ok with penetration? I'm not going to hurt you am I?"

"Need it Zeph, been waiting months for you. Wanted you to pop my cherry"

Zephyr almost choked, vision going blurry for a second as they fumbled to push into her. They felt filthy, weirdly enough. Her First time, sure they already assumed but it was different hearing it come out of her mouth like that.

Ifrit groaned at the stretch. It felt much better than the dilators she had been using, and the one off time she tried to use a dildo. Warm and close, it was different than the hard silicone. She could feel zephyr twitch inside of her, the wet slide of his cock in and out.

"Saved yourself for me? Letting me take your virginity? How sweet is my girl, spoiling me really"

[thereoncewasagirlnamedjane]

BLOSSOM & BLOOM (1/12).

PAIRING — steve rogers x florist f!reader

CONTENTS — fake dating; fluff; mild angst; mild language; some spoilers for thor: love and thunder??; tw: mentions of minor character death and funerals; non-linear storytelling; and a friendly reminder that this story is not at all canon compliant.

CHAPTER SUMMARY — On the anniversary of the day you met, bonds of friendship are strengthened in the fires of romantic adversity.

WORD COUNT — 5.3k

NOTES — i honestly wasn’t gonna post this yet, but i feel like it’s been so long since i posted the masterlist and i was also stressing over how many rewrites this chapter has undergone. so, i’m posting to prevent myself from overthinking this any further. i hope you enjoy; it’s also better if you don’t look up the redacted flower meanings bc i will reveal them later <3

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[1/12] The Proposal: ↳ an Avengers Tower gathering.

BLOSSOM & BLOOM, Rooftop Greenhouse E 40th St / Lexington Ave, NY — present day

Everything feels like a hollow version of itself tonight. 

No matter what kind of day you’d been having, the greenhouse is where you go to unwind, to lift your spirits. The flowers around you seem to droop, however, mirroring your mood as you push around a half-melted pint of Ben & Jerry’s in its carton. 

Strawberry cheesecake, non-dairy—because if your dumb, lactose intolerant ass is going to finish the entire thing anyway, you’d rather not add gastrointestinal distress to your growing list of problems. 

You sit among the lush greenery, the stars blinking lazily at you in the inky black sky beyond the glass walls of your personal conservatory, but you pay little attention. 

Notifications ping your phone, lying face down on a workbench that’s littered with incomplete bouquets and a few other lone blossoms. You don’t bother flipping it over, don’t have the courage to check whether it’s from one of them. 

Instead, every so often you put down the ice cream to pick up some stray lily or solitary rose, trying to bundle them together into something presentable. Nothing turns out the way you want, and so you ultimately give up. 

You try to summon the enthusiasm, grasping the handles of your gardening shears and moving the delicate, fern-like foliage of a nearby aquilegia plant out of the way so you can snip off the finished flowers. 

It does little to cheer you up this time, the spent blossoms falling onto the table, all shrivelled up like your heart. 

“So stupid,” you whisper, not really sure whether you mean yourself or someone else. In reality though, you don’t have anyone to blame but yourself. 

The abandoned flowers sit accusingly before you, and you know you should care more. About the plants, the shop, the emails containing special orders for all sort of special occasions—all the things that used to bring you joy, enough that you made it your life’s work. 

But you’ve spent your entire life trying to make everybody else happy, surely you were allowed to take just a few hours in the night for yourself? 

Violet is at your parents’ house in Chelsea, your shop is closed for the day, and there are no more personal events in your calendar to worry about. You might not get a chance like this again. 

So, you stare up into the sky and try not to think about all the reasons why the things you used to love are making you miserable now. Maybe they remind you that caring hurts, and lord knows you’ve had enough of that to last a while. 

Still, your heart rewinds, showing you memories of all those staged dates. With hindsight, it was such a terrible idea, because you already loved him then. 

But at the time? It was so tempting, so deliciously sweet, because you already loved him then. 

You let yourself remember that very first night, sitting next to him on a bar stool in the party room at the Avengers Tower. You turned in the seat just enough so that your knees were knocking against his, bodies angled towards each other. 

Even now, you can’t get it out of your head. The way he smiled, contagious. The way his eyes crinkled so warmly at the corners, devastating. 

Your own laughter felt real and genuine in a way you hadn’t done in the longest time, and looking back, maybe that was the point when you stopped being able to tell where the pretending ended and the truth began. 

Your time together began to blend. Holding hands because someone from the team might be watching, and then not letting go because—well, you couldn't speak for him, but you didn’t want to. 

Murmured sweet nothings exaggerated for an audience of spies and superheroes turned into long, serious talks about nothing… and then about everything. 

What seemed so straightforward at first became a maze of feelings you thought you’d been prepared to navigate, but your traitorous heart constantly turned corners you weren’t expecting. 

You think of how you’ve actually fallen asleep playing his voice in your head, replaying moments that should have felt hollow and empty—but because he was the one with you, they didn’t. 

And then it all came crashing down. You had known it would, quite spectacularly in fact, but you didn’t think it would happen like this. 

You’d stood among the pews next to him in that church, watching as friends and loved ones paid their respects to the late Jane Foster, wondering what kind of fraud you were. 

“I’m grateful you’re here, my friends,” Thor had given you a small smile, his eyes shining with sadness, your throat threatening to close up when his large hand landed heavy and warm on your shoulder, “I cannot tell you what it means.” 

You remember Wanda, her expression a portrait of loss and sorrow even as Vision stood so close, their shoulders bumped. You knew who she was thinking about, a brother lost in battle. She’d confided in you about Pietro before, especially after you shared that you’d lost a brother of your own. 

Tony shushed a fussy newborn Morgan, rocking her in his arms as Pepper rummaged through her purse for a packet of tissues, her eyes red and her nose running. He then handed you the tiny little bundle of joy, the baby nestling comfortably in the crook of your elbow, as Tony turned to help his wife. 

Bruce was in the front row next to Thor when he returned from greeting guests, shoulders hunched and his hands clasped together in his lap like he didn’t know what to do or say. Bruce was a quiet man, but every now and then he reached out to pat his friend on the back, as though he remembered a conversation he had with you about showing affection if he couldn’t speak it. 

Natasha and Yelena reached for each other, their hands coming together in the row in front of you. The sisters leaned against one another, their eyes downcast as Dr. Foster’s casket was covered in white flowers and carried out of the church. As they turned to watch the procession, their eyes met yours and they smiled. They reached for you with their free hands, and you met them halfway, your fingers trembling. 

And the reality of the charade began to sink in. 

You’d forgotten what it was like, having friends. Good ones. After your brother and sister-in-law passed, devastating your family and fracturing it seemingly beyond repair, your priorities shifted dramatically. 

The shop used to be number one, and then your pitiful personal life. But now you’ve adopted your brother’s orphaned child, who needs you more than ever, even if parenthood was never a choice you would’ve made before everything changed. 

As a result, your social life (and your love life, for that matter) fell to the wayside. Your parents, although you knew they meant well, kept insisting that you couldn’t do this alone. 

Maybe it would be better if your niece went to live with them instead, they’d suggested. Or at least, it would assuage their fears if you’d just settled down with someone. 

You acknowledged that being a single parent would be hard, but there must have been a reason your brother, with whom you weren’t particularly close, decided to leave Violet in your care. Your mom and dad weren’t necessarily bad parents, but they weren’t always the most nurturing or supportive. 

Did you want that for Violet? After all, your parents didn’t seem to understand that what you needed wasn’t a spouse or unsolicited opinions about what you could or couldn’t do. 

What you need is for them to see your grief, to acknowledge that you are trying, and to tell you that is enough. 

And the Avengers, who started out as Steve’s friends, had eventually become yours too. When did it become so easy to visit the Tower for a chat with any one of them, so reassuring to see all those familiar faces at whatever event Steve led you into, and so instinctual to pick up the phone at any given time when you were bored and needed someone to talk to? 

Unlike your family, they never judged—well, maybe a tiny bit—but they nevertheless welcomed you into their little group like you were always a part of them. Never mind that there was nothing particularly super about you, a civilian who just so happened to cross paths with them years ago. 

All you did was grow flowers, but somehow they made it feel like you might as well be sprouting magic from your fingertips. 

The initial lie began so innocently, but it threatens to choke you now. The more you got to know them, the more they accepted you, the more your discomfort grew. 

You were being surrounded by sincerity, and it only served to make your own deception seem more glaring and cruel by the minute. 

And so you ran. 

Steve had reached for you, because of course he would. You remember the tug of his hand when you tried to pull away, the warmth of his grasp not matching the cold truth you were always too afraid to face: the two of you were never really together, no matter how real it might have felt. 

You close your eyes, trying to shut out the replay of events but the images persist. That final day, him watching you with an expression you couldn’t quite read as you retreated. 

“I don’t know how to be what you need anymore,” you’d said, holding back tears because you had no right to cry. You were the one bailing on him, after all. Steve hadn’t done anything wrong. 

Was that anger you saw in his face? No, not anger. Hurt? Disappointment? You wish you knew. You wish you could have stayed. 

Will you ever see him again? 

You pull your knees up to your chest, hugging them tightly and trying to squeeze out the doubt that’s settled there like an unwelcome guest. You did the right thing, you tell yourself, even if it doesn’t feel like it—even if it feels like it might shred your heart to pieces. 

Even so, your fingers itch to send him a message. Just one. Something to make sure he’s okay… or maybe you just want to make sure you haven’t been erased—some assurance that, even though the relationship wasn’t real, not all of it was a total sham. 

Eventually, it gets so late that even inside the greenhouse gets a little chilly. You have to get up early to pick up Violet from your parents’ house in Chelsea, and then prepare yourself for the inevitable verbal smack-down waiting for you there when they realize you and Steve have “broken up”. 

With a sigh, you gather the now empty ice cream carton, along with the trimmings and loose petals you picked off the flower stems earlier. You begin heading down the six flights of stairs, past your second floor apartment, and back into the shop to throw away the trash. 

Blossom & Bloom is dark and still, the sign of the door flipped over to announce that you’re closed, but a flash of movement outside catches your attention. You freeze, watching as a tall shadow drifts across the front window, checking the time to see it’s well past midnight. Who on earth would come by now? 

The shadow crosses again, deliberate, not the random movement of a passerby. Your stomach flips as the motion sensor lights above the door flick on, revealing a familiar silhouette framed by the light of a nearby street lamp. 

It can’t be him, standing there looking like he’s just stepped off a vintage war poster. It’s too soon. And it’s also too late.  

Nonetheless, you’re propelled towards the door by a mixture of fear and longing. He raises a hand as if to knock, only stopping when he sees you through the glass. Slowly, you unlock and open the door. 

“It’s late,” you murmur, even though those are a far cry from the words you’ve longed to tell him. Still, you keep your tone firm and even, as if you weren’t just drowning your sorrows in the most cliched way possible. 

You hide partially behind the door, as though it might protect you from… you don’t know what. Steve would never do anything to hurt you, not knowingly anyway. 

And you’re not his “girlfriend” anymore—you never were, you correct mentally—so then why is he looking at you like that? 

“You’ve been trying to tell me something,” Steve says, sounding slightly out of breath. He doesn't seem angry, hurt, or disappointed at all. In fact, he looks almost… happy. 

Your face heats as you turn away, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“You’re lying,” he breathes, like he’s still catching his breath, sounding suspiciously like he ran all the way here from the Tower. “Your heart rate just sped up.” 

“What?” You whirl around with wide eyes, incredulous. “Well, stop listening!” 

“No,” he grins, cheeky, as though the last two weeks of silence haven’t happened. Like you didn’t run out of Dr. Foster’s funeral and left him high and dry, no doubt fumbling for explanations to his very confused team. 

You look straight up into his eyes, searching for signs that this might be an illusion, a delusion, but all you can see is true blue. 

It’s such a rarity in your world, the one of flowers, but even though you know this well, you find yourself searching for signs of it ever since you met him. Signs of Steve—reassuring, steadfast, and more beautiful than anything that’s ever bloomed between these walls. 

More than the tiny, almost microscopic petals of the brunnera plants that blossom just after winter’s final frost. More than the dreamy delphinium spires that sway in the humid breeze at the height of summer. More than the lobelia hummingbird havens that grow in full splendour during the spring and fall. 

Those cerulean orbs soften the longer you hesitate. Despite how you’d left things, Steve smiles so kindly, so gently, it makes you ache. 

Hope. Sweet, treacherous hope swells in your chest, because he takes another step forward. He gathers your hands in his, impossibly slow, characteristically tender, and closes the gap just enough to press his forehead to yours. 

You swallow a gasp and close your eyes, afraid he’ll see right through you, that he might find the love you’ve been too scared to speak but have been written all over your face all this time. 

“I… I can’t…” 

And because it’s Steve, he makes it all better with just a few choice words: “What if I promise to say it back?” 

Your eyes snap open, and that little seedling—the one that had been planted between you the day you met all those years ago, the one that had been biding its time, just waiting for the perfect conditions before it could sprout—suddenly chooses that moment to spring out of the earth and bloom in full colour. 

Steve seems to sense the change. He takes a breath. 

And you, a leap of faith. 

❀ Aquilegia┆columbine┆lion’s herb SYMBOLIZES: courage.

THE AVENGERS TOWER, Party Hall 200 Park Ave, NY — May 4, 20XX 

Steve normally looked forward to a quiet night in with the team. 

It was nice just being with friends, the responsibilities of his shield forgotten upstairs in his room, and to put down the weight of the world that rested on his shoulders—albeit temporarily. 

Lately, however, he’d been going around with a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. He paused before turning corners now, carefully poking his head out first to check if the coast was clear, avoiding the members of his team like they were the plague. 

Because Romanoff seemed to have a never ending list of people she thought he should ask out on a date, Tony would not stop mentioning some former client from his time at Stark Industries, and Sam kept going on about a girl from the VA who’d be “perfect” for him. 

And unfortunately, Steve seemed to be running out of excuses now that the ones he’s already given them—he isn’t ready; Avenging is a full-time job; or, honestly, dating is just the last thing on his mind right now—didn’t seem to be good enough anymore. 

If their Captain wouldn’t go out and get a damn life, then they’d get one for him. 

Steve took a deep, stabilizing breath before stepping into the party hall, dreading all the dodging he was going to have to do tonight. If only they’d focus that energy into keeping the Tower neat and organized, he’d have a much easier time. 

Well, at least the place looked nice. 

Because Tony never missed an opportunity to throw a party (and spend some hard earned dough), the Tower was decorated to the nines. There was a champagne tower in the corner, a full spread of hors d’oeuvres laid out on tables lined with cloths that probably cost more than the average rent, and the floors were so shiny Steve could see his own reflection in the tiles. 

The opulence of the room made it hard to believe that just a handful of years ago, Loki and his alien army had nearly destroyed the city. There were no signs of that destruction now, even though at the time the damage had seemed so insurmountable. 

Blossom & Bloom, the flower shop just a few blocks away, was looking brand new as well. The cartoonish Steve-shaped holes in the wall and broken glass window have long since been repaired and perfectly replaced—once again courtesy of Tony’s more than sizeable bank account. 

It just goes to show how far one can go, and how quickly, with the right amount of green. And he was not talking about the Hulk. 

Although, maybe the Hulk too. Tony has definitely threatened to release the big guy if contractors didn’t cooperate. 

Speaking of the flower shop, Steve sighed with relief when he saw you by the refreshment table. He bypassed the team, giving them a casual wave as he approached your side, the only person in the room who wouldn’t give him a hard time for being, as Sam liked to put it, “single as fuck”. 

“Jesus,” he breathed when he was finally in the safe zone, “did Tony leave any flowers for the rest of New York?” 

“I think he plans to buy them all eventually,” you laughed, piling food high onto your plate, while Steve nodded at the abundant bouquets scattered around the room. “Though, I’m definitely not going to complain about the business.” 

“Sorry, that’s not what I mean. They’re nice,” Steve said, leaning over to admire the brilliant red-orange blossoms that bleed into a bright yellow at their centres. They smelled faintly of liquorice, perfectly arranged among clusters of glossy green leaves. “What are they?” 

“Rosa foetida,” you pronounced in Latin with a flourish of your hand, the fork you were holding almost stabbing him in the eye. God, you are such a nerd, and yet Steve couldn’t help but smile. “The Austrian copper rose. Aren’t they stunning?” 

Steve didn’t say anything back though, just plucked a mini quiche off your plate and shoved it nervously into his mouth. You looked up when you got silence in return, rolling your eyes when you saw him engaged in a staring contest, the usual battle of wits, with Natasha and Sam. 

Poor guy. Didn’t he know he didn’t stand a chance?

“Still avoiding the others, then?” You asked, and he muttered something unintelligible with his mouth full. “You know, the solution is very simple, Rogers.” 

“An’ wha’s that?” Steve mumbled, somehow managing not to spray you with crumbs in the process. 

“Get yourself a girlfriend,” you said matter-of-factly, and you heard him scoff. “Sorry, or a boyfriend. I don’t actually know what you’re into.” 

“Like it’s that simple,” he said after he swallowed. 

”Okay, first, I want it noted for the record that you didn’t deny the boyfriend thing,” you grinned triumphantly and he rolled his eyes, signalling for the bartender and quietly ordering a glass of whiskey for himself and a Diet Coke for you. 

The life he leads isn’t an easy one, even before he spent the better part of a century frozen at the bottom of the ocean—before the war, even. 

A frail, sickly boy spending most of his nights in bed, battling scarlet fever or painful stomach ulcers, didn’t exactly scream relationship material. People rarely even looked at him back then, and when they did, it was almost always platonic… or simply because they wanted to impress his best friend. 

And then seventy years later, a hyper focused super soldier with little else on his mind but the next mission, the next global threat, or the next existential crisis that would always take precedence over date night or meeting the parents, didn’t sound much better either. 

“And second, when you look like that,” you gestured to his entire body with a pair of mini tongs, smirking when Steve averted his eyes shyly, his cheeks reddening, “it kind of is that simple.” 

Fine, he will admit it, the effects of the serum certainly got him noticed. As inexperienced as he was, Steve wasn’t completely oblivious. He had no problem turning heads now, you’re right, and he’d be lying through his teeth if he said he didn’t enjoy some of the attention. 

Still, anyone of substance, any person he could ever see himself really falling for, would want more than he would ever dare to offer. 

“And you’re sweet or whatever, I guess that’s always a bonus,” you added teasingly before taking a big gulp of your soda. “Anyone with half a brain would jump at the chance to date you, so what’s the problem?” 

The problem is, he can’t promise he won’t ever need to leave at the drop of a hat. He can’t even promise that he’ll always have the chance to call or get in touch first, or that he would come back from every single mission safe and sound. 

“Just doesn’t seem fair, is all,” Steve shrugged after explaining, “especially not to someone I’m supposed to care about.” 

“Wow,” you smiled at him and Steve bristled. Not because he was uncomfortable, per se, but because there was something different about that smile in particular. 

Every now and then, you got this strange look on your face, something unfathomable and unreadable, missing all the usual playfulness and slight sarcasm. The most preposterous idea popped into his head sometimes, that maybe you only ever wore that look around him. 

But just as quickly as it happened, the moment was over and you reverted back to your usual self, “you are such a sap. It’s adorable.” 

“Shut up,” Steve rolled his eyes again, knowing how much you enjoy poking fun, so he didn’t take the comment personally. “So, how’d it go with your parents?” 

“Ugh,” you winced, the memory evidently not so pleasant, “don’t remind me.” 

“They’re still giving you a hard time, huh?” Steve asked as the both of you headed over to the bar to sit, you awkwardly balancing your mountain of food as you went. 

“Evidently, Violet needs a father,” you scoffed, changing your voice to mimic who he assumed was your mother. You shook your head before speaking normally again, “never mind how often I try to remind them she already has one.” 

“I’m sorry,” Steve frowned, his fingers toying with the rim of his glass. You didn’t talk about your late brother very often and he didn’t ask, knowing it was a bit of a sore subject. By now, he’d heard more than a handful of times that your parents kept insisting you find someone to settle down with, even though you’d made it perfectly clear that it wasn’t a priority. 

“It’s whatever,” you shrugged, casually dismissing the matter with a wave of your hand. Steve could tell that wasn’t the case, judging from the way you heaved the biggest sigh, your food untouched for now, “it’s fine.” 

“I think you’re doing great,” Steve said, and he wasn’t just saying it. Not everyone was capable of stepping up the way you did, adopting your orphaned niece and deciding to raise her on your own. “Violet’s a good kid, and she’s lucky to have you.” 

“Yeah,” you agreed, your annoyance melting away to be replaced with a small, affectionate smile, “I’m the lucky one, though.” 

“How come you didn’t just bring her along?” Steve asked, already missing ten-year-old Violet’s youthful enthusiasm and charm, even if she did occasionally make him feel like a recently-excavated dinosaur. 

“It’s apparently uncool to be hanging out with her aunt now,” you joked, although he could see the slight twinge of angst in your eyes, “besides, she lost all interest in attending when I told her Thor wouldn’t be here.” 

“Hurtful,” he joked, pretending to sulk into his glass. You patted his shoulder in a placating gesture, and when he looked up he saw the rest of the Avengers huddled together. He was sure they’re scheming right now, coming up with all sorts of ways to get him out of the Tower and lure him into an unsuspecting date.

He didn’t know why it came to him right then, but the idea hit him like a freight train. The rational part of his brain told him to shut the hell up, because it was a terrible idea and you’d probably smack him for even suggesting it.

The other side, the seldom seen irrational Steve—although, was it particularly rational to lie his way into the army, take an experimental super serum, punch his way through WWII, and then crash land a plane into the Arctic?— was blurting it before he could stop himself.

Because if his friends were going to scheme anyway, why not play at their game and scheme right back? 

“You could do it,” he said. “Be my girlfriend.” 

Your fork paused in mid-air above your plate, and you looked at him like he’d just sprouted a second head.

“Not like that,” he rushed to explain. Your features twisted into one of mock offence, and he quickly backpedaled, “No, that’s not what I mean—listen, you’re great, I just—hear me out, okay?”

All he needed was a date to a handful of special occasions dotting his calendar over the next few months, just long enough to convince his well-intentioned but annoying as hell friends that he was, in fact, doing just fine in the dating department. 

And it somewhat made sense! Because you and him have been friends for ages now—how many years has it been?—and Steve wouldn’t decide to date just anybody at this point. He did spend a lot of time at your shop, with Violet, and it wasn’t strange for any one of them to see you around the Tower making a delivery or stopping by for a visit. 

When the time came, the two of you would “break up” amicably and go back to being just friends—no harm, no foul. He would feign just enough disappointment that the team would be too sympathetic, too sorry to see you go, that they would hopefully stop pestering him about his love life for the foreseeable future. 

If nothing else, it would buy him at least a few months of peace, and god knows he could use some of that.

“What do you think?” Steve asked, hopeful. You pressed the back of your hand to his forehead, looking even more puzzled. 

“I think you’ve gone crazy, Steven,” you muttered, while he tutted and batted your hand away, “did you get hit in the head on your last mission?” 

“Think about it, it’s a win-win for both of us,” and even though you were still a bit hesitant, Steve could see the wheels starting to spin in your head. “You help me get these jackasses off my back—” 

“Steve—” you admonished. 

“—and I’ll help you ward off your parents for a little bit,” he continued, undeterred. And the plus side? Steve did genuinely enjoy your company, even if you could be such a smartass sometimes.

He recalled the day you met, during the Battle of New York, and maybe it wasn’t exactly one for the storybooks, but the both of you had come such a long way since then. 

Most importantly, you deserved better than having to rush into a relationship with some random guy you’d meet on a dating app—which was the direction you were headed if your parents had anything to say about it.

And because you were friends now, and because Steve knew you were much sweeter and more agreeable when you weren’t faced with the mortal peril of an alien invasion, your shoulders were already slumping in resignation. You wouldn’t turn him away in his hour of need, he knew, not when he’s come to you so many times to vent about his nosy teammates. 

“Just for a few months?” You asked slowly, already starting to come around, just as tempted by the idea of silence. And your parents wouldn’t have anything to complain about if you’re dating Captain America.

Well, maybe his dangerous job, but you take some, you lose some.  

“That’s it,” he promised. 

“And we don’t involve Violet in this,” you pointed a finger at him and he was already nodding. Lying to his friends was one thing, but lying to your niece was a whole other. He wouldn’t ever ask that of you anyway. “As far as she’ll ever know, we’re just friends.” 

“Of course, we’ll come up with something,” he readily agreed, because of all people, his team knew how complicated the superhero dating life could be, even without kids involved.

Steve prepared to shake your hand to seal the deal, but stopped short just in case anyone was watching.

“Might as well start selling it, Cap,” you said with a sigh, grabbing his hand anyway and lacing your fingers between his, much more intimately than he’d intended. You lifted your fork with your other hand, feeding him a bite from your plate. 

Steve had no choice but to open his mouth and accept the stuffed mushroom, feeling warm all of a sudden even though he was not wearing a jacket and his sleeves were rolled up to the elbow. It was made worse when he heard the surprised squawks of his friends from across the room. 

“Hang on a minute.” Surprisingly, Bruce was the one who started.

“Hey, what the hell?” Tony muttered, pointing an accusing finger in your direction. 

“When did that happen?” Sam demanded, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh my god, is that why he’s always at the flower shop?” Pepper watched with wide eyes, lowering her champagne flute with interest. 

“So, he was working up the guts to ask her out this entire time?” Clint snickered, and even though it wasn’t true, Steve blushed like it ws. 

The only one who remained silent was Natasha, her eyes seeming to glow despite the dim lighting. Steve was determined not to look at her, lest he gave himself away. He kept his eyes squarely on you, trying to stay centred.

“My god, we really need to work on your poker face,” you told him, throwing your head back and laughing at the sight of his pink cheeks. “Is this how you always react to holding hands?”

“Shut up,” he managed between a tightly clenched jaw, his blood rushing all the way up to the tips of his ears. You continued giggling into your plate of food before Steve finally gave in to your infectious laughter, a small smile tugging at his own lips.

It will be fine, he told himself. This was you, after all, his best and only friend outside the Avengers; your friendship was strong enough to survive whatever came at you. Besides, he was going to do his absolute damnedest to make sure you, and Violet for that matter, emerged from this unscathed.

That’s right, he repeated as he silently promised to protect you, whether it was from aliens, his friends, or even himself.

Nothing could possibly go wrong.

❀ Rosa foetida┆Austrian copper rose SYMBOLIZES: friendship; █████████.

to be continued.

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[polyamorousmood]

aghhhh the pain of being poly, being interested in 2 of my friends who are also poly (and married to each other), and having a boyfriend. idk if my friends like me like that!! my boyfriend is cool with it but why do i feel like something is missing all the time!!!! i feel like i should be happy bc i have him!! aaaa

the fear of ruining what i have rn,, like i worry if i tell them they'll reject me and act differently around me. fuck

i spend time with the 2 friends all the time, almost every day, but i worry that theyre just really friendly (one has also described me as being like a brother to them, but they haven't said that in months)

okay so I assume this was intended to be a confessional but I'm gonna treat it as an advice post. Sorry. I think you're letting your anxieties run you a little too much here. If anyone is gonna be normal about you asking if they'd be down to start dating you, it would be your poly friends lmaooooo.

Dont make it an "I'm so in love with you" speech. But just fucking ask if they've ever thought about it in a low stakes way and be normal about it yourself. I think you're fine.

That's for real a worry to have with like... people who don't know you're poly. Not. Your best friends who are already poly themselves. You're being silly fr.

[seasononesam]

do you have a list of Sam getting injured fics 😁🙂‍↔️

I haven't read many new injured sam fics in a while but I'll link you to the last rec list I made about hurt sam stories. anyway, those are all on fanfiction dot net, here are a few ao3 ones (can you tell I haven't read a ton of spn stuff there lmao) -

Home Is Where The Heart Is (author of this one has a lot of other works in their 'hurt sam' tag so you can scroll through those stories as well!) Isaiah (this one is more mental hurt than physical hurt or injury but it's an all time fave of mine so I always have to include it) Love, Let the Poison Bleed Out of Me (I haven't read this one a while, actually I think it was one of the first spn fics I read but I remember it being great)

also I swear another sam blog (@lawgirljess it might have been you? if not sorry for the random tag peace and love <3) made a post specifically about hurt sam fics from early on in the shows run and I thought I saved it somewhere but now I can't find it....smh bc there were ones on there that I hadn't read yet and wanted to so if any of you know what I'm even talking about......send a link..............

and finally this isn't a specific story but the ohsam community on livejournal is also good for this kind of thing bc it's literally all hurt/injured sam fics and they have tags where you can sort it by type of injury or affliction ect.

anyway if you guys have any recs of your own feel free to send them as well :)

[yayamrata]

BLEEDING HEART

Itoshi Rin

summary: rin meets a ghost-like girl mid crash out session

warnings and contents: angst, sibling angst, rin is really sad, rin can’t stand sae, fluff to come?, sae is not a monster.

notes: this is my first time posting my writing on tumblr, the title colour thing took me so long to do but I’m kinda proud of it, I tried to be aesthetic but I should rlly be revising for my exams instead. I had this in my notes app for a while and was writing this to my friend bc she loves rin sm but anyway I wanted to make this a long one shot but I’ll just post this first part anyway, it’s A WRITING DEBUT, this part is like an introduction idk anyways hope u enjoy! I want to write more on tumblr after my exams after the 20th June (originally used to write on wattpad but I’m moving on…)

word count: 3660

“One kind word can warm three winter months.”

The Japanese proverb was well liked amongst its folks, carrying a meaning so self-explanatory, it required only but minimal effort to understand.

What a bunch of lukewarm bullshit.

Rin himself didn’t particularly hate proverbs. They were a good literacy device, and being the ‘old soul’ he was, (a trait acquired from being the kin of his big brother) there were days where these adages were a means of catharsis for the young Itoshi; something that helped him revisit his past feelings of sorrow and rage.

However, this fact did not by any means indicate that he was overly fond of them either.

“The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

It was an English dictum he became familiar with, one he’d come to know from all the restless evenings of studying the universal language. Rin knew better than anyone how the ability to communicate with foreign athletes was a necessary skill when playing on an international level. It was something that had briefly crossed him mind when his big brother had left for Spain.

How must it have been? How did it feel?

A young teen— a child, suddenly thrown in an unknown country, surrounded by unknown strangers who spoke an unknown tongue.

Rin wondered how Sae had managed it, but the boy didn’t dwell on the thought for long. Rin trusted Sae, his big brother. They didn’t need to communicate to empathise with the other. They were brothers who shared the same blood and as a result, were innately gifted with unspoken understanding of one another.

But Rin trusted his big brother.

What the hell had happened in Spain?

“The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

When Rin had first come across the phrase, his heart soared with delight, swelling so deeply with pride, he thought it may burst at the seams. Sae wasn’t his father, nor his mother.

Sae was his big brother— his nii-chan. And in some peculiar way, his parent.

Sae who always nursed and treated Rin’s cuts and bruises, never berating him for his otherwise troublesome actions, rather, cradling tenderly the hurting heart of his little brother.

Sae who never failed to buy Rin ice cream post games, whether it was a win or a loss, they enjoyed the other’s presence over a cool treat or in silence.

Sae was never absent in Rin’s life. Sae was a constant that promised to always be by the side of his little brother— his baby brother— for as long he lived.

There was a time when Rin had curiously inquired why it was always ice cream and not something else. And Sae, with his blunt, unfriendly, aloof demeanour had mentioned something about how the hormone that led to stress often decreased when people ate something sweet. Rin would absentmindedly nod along to the words of his big brother, whatever Sae said was his gospel, there was no point doubting it. Simply no merit in doing something so unnecessary.

Because Rin knew deeply within his soul, eating ice cream with his big brother was a form of consolation. Sae’s constipated way of consoling him.

So, the plain notion of him having similar characteristics to his big brother, his nii-chan who was the number one nicest in the whole world, and though the thought may much as well be considered a blasphemous act, Rin couldn’t help but drown in the surge of elation that pervaded his psyche.

From then on, Rin had mistakenly, like a fool blissfully nescient of his dooming end, claimed so impetuously that he loved proverbs — this one in particular, the one about apples and trees being the highest in his list of favourites.

But that was before Sae had returned from Spain. Before Rin’s life turned upside down. Before his world flipped over and came crashing down on him. Robustly, heavily, and remorselessly.

And now, eternally cursed with the uncanny resemblance of that wretched man, the mere reflection of himself had him reeling back, a grimace adorned with something in between disgust and fury painting the porcelain of his idyllic visage a hideous hue. Even in his rare expressions, Rin came to the spurning realisation that Sae, his big brother, will forever haunt him.

For as long as Rin lives, Sae, just like he promised, will forever be by his side.

The bygone days when the both were once ‘brothers’, when they both had so much in common will remain forever. Even now, despite that night of snow— the fateful day where nothing would be the same again, despite it all, they will forever share their similarities.

They, however, will never share the same dream again.

The young boy who wanted to be warmly enveloped by his big brother upon the latter’s return will ceaselessly remember the cruel, loathing and disavowing words of his nii-chan — the number one nicest in the whole world.

That night of snow, Rin let himself pitifully accept winter’s sympathy. Nature’s frigid air embosomed him, its hiemal embrace meticulously freezing the warmth that inspirited his heart, not his soul. For that innate kindness would always remain somewhere, unaware of when to resurface.

Rin didn’t avoid its biting presence like he usually would’ve. Usually, there would’ve been no need for the world’s futile affection, not when he solely had his big brother’s.

But— but now, he didn’t even have that anymore. He no longer had his brother’s affection. Not anymore.

“….”

Itoshi Rin hated proverbs.

He hated the English proverb about ‘the apple falling from the tree’. The young teen could no longer remember it correctly, forcing himself to forget something that used to be such a pivotal belief at some point in his life.

But even more so, he particularly hated this one Japanese proverb.

“One kind word can warm three winter months.”

Jaw taut, he blankly peered at the words before him. The aphorism largely painted with black ink on some discolouring banner. Each complex characters in the phrase standing proudly against the other. Every brushstroke meticulous and precise, finely drawn with a degree of sublimity that couldn’t help but draw in Rin’s elusive attention.

Rin hated calligraphy, finding the activity to be arguably the most pointless thing to ever come to existence (totally not because he was shit at it himself). But even an avid, faultfinding, captious critic like himself couldn’t triumph against the human instinct to stop and to admire the oeuvre.

No, he shook his head discontentedly. It wasn’t the penmanship that had him rapt, rather, it was the amalgam of words themselves that had gutted him hard in the stomach.

Chewing the bottom of his lip, he stared- no, glared at the symbols decorating the pennant. Internally nitpicking all the noticeable blemishes of the art piece that hung arrogantly on the railing, no mercy shown against the teen’s strict scrutiny.

And in spite of his pathetic attempts of asserting his dominance against an inanimate piece of decor, the epigram remained unaffected. Rather, it relentlessly glowered back at him. Standing high and smarmy, mocking him and his lukewarm situation.

And Rin, a mortal being, weak and feeble against perennial words, fell victim to its means of catharsis. And possibly at the worst time ever. Why now?! Damn it!

Eyes burning and throat congesting with an unidentified lump of melancholy, he swallowed with struggle and frantically searched for an escape in this foreign building. Desperately yet furtively, his head turned left, right, then left again, then behind him and back to his front, all in search for a glowing green light with a man in a running stance.

An exit. Brows furrowing at the route he need to take to get away from here, go somewhere far away, against the leering eyes of his peers, his legs moved with intent. Hasty and hurried, Rin, an athlete trained to be fast on his feet, stumbled occasionally on air, tripping over memories of the past that clawed at his heart persistently.

Narrowly avoiding all the other students leisurely passing by, he tried to stabilise his ragged breathing. An action he’d come to realise was for naught when it didn’t do much to improve his lousy predicament.

And with no proper haven in mind to rest his haywire heart, Rin was entirely consumed with his frenzied thoughts.

If Sae— if his big brother— if nii-chan had said one, just one kind word to me on that night of snow, would they have kept me warm for three months of winter?

It was something that Rin had frequently ruminated about. But no, instead, Sae, that damn bastard of a shitty brother, had to just go and spout not one, but a myriad of hateful words to him.

Would it have killed him to say something nice? Argh—! No… No! Dammit.. Damn it all! Forget him! Forget everything!

Now, with not one but a plethora of virulent remarks to remember his beloved nii-chan by, how many months will those callous words keep him cold for?

If one kind word can warm up three winter months, how many months will be cold from one unkind word? Definitely more than three since unpleasant information was often always recalled with a greater sense of vividness than pleasant information. And thus, how many more months of cold will Rin have to further endure to be able to finally move on?

I’ve lost count…

The gelidity nipped at the pallor of his skin, dyeing his milky complexion a feverish tint of coral, and if he felt the abrupt drop in temperature now that he was out of the school building, he didn’t let it show in his countenance. (Nonchalant king 🙏)

Perhaps, Rin couldn’t feel the bleak pang from the weather because he’d already been numb long ago from Sae’s unkind words.

“….”

It was however, when a speck of white invaded his peripheral vision that made him conscious of how chilly his surroundings had gotten.

Rin’s bottom lip wobbled, he was shivering from the cold, he told himself, definitely not from inhibiting his tears. And then his eyes swelled with an all too familiar fluid. They were just a reflex response to the incoming debris — the windy snow — he told himself.

Rin hated the snow, he hated how the intricate crystals fell delicately from above. He hated snow more than he hated calligraphy, more than he hated proverbs, but— but definitely not more than he hated his nii-chan.

The celestial precipitation meandered their way down from the blotchy, clusters of deep fluff, an obscure contrast against an even deeper, inky, black abyss. Rin thought momentarily they looked like stars in a night sky, and for an instant they didn’t look like the snow he hated so much.

Albeit the relief was brief.

The pelting of each snowflake was felt with a reverberant pang. And somehow, they had travelled skin deep, pervading their frigid hostility through each fibre of his being. They tugged and teared at his heartstrings, and Rin knew immediately, something— something was not right.

The snow, a physical reminder of his lack of value, will incessantly be there, looming a shadow of fear over his presence.

Rin has become, unnecessary… he knows, more than anyone, he knows best. He’s well aware of his uselessness.

And each year, the snow will return with its firmly fragile appearance, perhaps more vigorously so than the previous year, to cruelly remind him of his depreciating value.

How many years will your unkind words keep me cold for, nii-chan? It’s so cold... Please… stop haunting me nii-chan…

Itoshi Rin, reduced to a human being with no aims, no ambitions, no goals or any purpose, stood still. Unmoving and stiff. Finally, his pathetically pointless trek had come to a stop.

Rin didn’t know. He didn’t know where to go or what to do. He never knew how to live on in solitary.

When he was with Sae, with his big brother, his nii-chan, his evermore, the naive Rin didn’t have to think about anything. He could very well be an airhead with his head hung high up in the clouds and Sae would always there to guide him. Gentle and nurturing. But now, with him gone, no longer by his side like he sworn he’d be, what the hell was Rin supposed to fucking do? He knew nothing besides playing the blissfully ignorant fool.

Subconsciously, the troubled teen surfed through his memories, and like an epiphany an adherent would receive as tribute for their vehement loyalties, a boyish part of his psyche guided his frantic shadow into the solace of solitude.

Just like the phenomenon where a human’s life flashes before their eyes when faced with the threat of death to recall a memory that may help them avoid their demise, Rin, on the verge of tears, remembered a strange rumour he’d heard earlier today when he’d wistfully lingered around the occult club’s stand during today’s high school orientation day.

Something about a haunted field of undying flowers guarded by a restless soul.

Amongst the things he hated, Rin was not against playing horror games or immersing himself in horror movies. It was… a safe way to experience fear, a safe way to relieve nervous tension. Something he had to thank Sae for. Had it not been for him, Rin wondered what he would’ve done in a situation like this.

With possessed steps, Rin had arrived to the place of his sanctuary. A field, abandoned and deserted by its inhabitants lay before his blurry gaze. And there they stood in their full glory.

The infamous blooms rumoured to be standing sempiternal against obstruction of all sort.

With a shaky breath, Rin attempted to compose his lamenting emotions. Trudging closer to the strange flowers, his movements partly calculative with caution and the other impulsive from desperation, he was lead through the dark by the auburn flowers’ ambrosial, fragrant allure. That of which mellowly enveloped him in a serene caress, graciously inviting the angsty teen in to seek refuge in its forsaken glebe.

Rin’s fatigued eyes dilated at the sight that warmly welcomed him with opened arms. Was it aware? He pondered quietly with pursed lips. Was this accursed place conscious of his wish to retreat from mankind’s judgemental gaze?

“….”

Although one would’ve been left in perturbation at this strange event, Rin silently expressed his gratitude. Knees buckling under the pressure of sorrow and appreciation, he crouched down beside the blossoms that would soon become the sole witness of his lament.

With strangled sobs and ceaseless tears, Rin’s back trembled violently. Chest heaving, his heart clamoured against his ribs, snagging painfully at his overburdened lungs.

Why was he shaking so violently? Was it from the fall in temperature? Or was it was from his pathetic weeping? Then again, he was crying because of his nii-chan’s unkind words that have kept him cold for a while. So maybe it was a bit of both.

With a phlegmy sniff, a buried fragment of himself — his childish wonder — urged him to reach for the peculiar flowers. Brows raising slightly in awe, Rin blearily eyed their unusual form and marvelled at their pleasant softness.

The petals, cordate and rufescent, pendulously hung from their slender, arching stems; a whimsical display that resembled the playful parade of nature’s love notes. Swaying daintily in the evening winter breeze, they grew in eerie clusters, beckoning Rin closer into their somber hypnosis.

The boy wilfully listened to their hushed whispers of lost love and longing. He fleetingly contemplated whether he should put them out of their misery. These seldom flowers, continually spoken about with fear and discomfort for their unusual longevity and their inability to wilt, they were technically— they were technically a nuisance much like himself, right?

Rin, having been here today for only a few hours knew that much. Overhearing from others how these flowers were always persistently resistance against seasons they were normally supposed to wither in. If anything, they were closer to being weeds than blossoms of spring…

They were a familiar colour too. The rufous pigments disturbingly familiar to the hue of his hair.

Yeah, these flowers— no, these weeds, should be promptly taken care off. And Rin, he who harboured despairing sentiments of fury like no other, will destroy them. I’ll break them, no…! I’ll tear them to pieces! I’ll pluck them from their roots…! That way, they’ll have no chance of survival!

And in an attempt of self-preservation, to ease the drilling ache that threatened to ingurgitate his sanity, Rin, with a chillingly apathetic expression, grabbed a fistful of them by their lush, dark, fern-like leaves. His other hand, ready to spill blood, reached the guileless petals with malicious intent.

Hoo— hoo.

The velvety corollas, delicate and fragile, naive and innocent, were ruthlessly squeezed to a pulp at the murderous hands of Rin. Knuckles turning white from his unsympathetic clenching, the boy lost his rationality to his turbulent blood-thirst.

Hoo— hooo.

Twisting the lissom stems around his stiff hand, he plucked them slovenly from the moist soil, their roots only partially intact much to his chagrin. He clicked his tongue at the incompetent job, if Sae was here, what would he have to say about this?

Would he call him a lukewarm, tepid— gardener?! A useless, eyesore of a younger brother? A worthless, valueless, unnecessary—!

Determinedly, he dug through the dirt, nails clawing aggressively to search for the remaining roots and once he found it and pulled it out, Rin abruptly flinched when a noise of discomfort — falling in between a gargled groan and a scratchy sigh — reached his ears.

Suddenly, so suddenly, the flower resembling a bleeding heart instantly withered into a smooth pile of dust. The soot-like powder sieved through the gaps between his fingers and disappeared in the early evening gust. Wha… What the hell?!

“Eugh... It hurts..”

Like a culpable fool caught in the act of committing a heinous crime, the hair on Rin’s nape stood upright and unnerved. How the hell did a flower that was rumoured to be undying, wilt so instantaneously?

Flowers didn’t wilt like that right after they were plucked. But, but these were unusual flowers with an even more unusual being as its guardian.

Or was it the other way around..?

With dry eyes and a peeved expression, Rin slowly turned his head towards the source of the earlier sound, breath hitching at the figure that lay serenely on the ground, above the field of eccentric flowers exuding an aroma of ambrosia.

Gawking at the presence with incredulity, Rin’s mouth opened to give this nosey person a piece of his damn mind for having the audacity to sneak up on him during his moments of vulnerability, but his lips awkwardly thinned into a straight line when the words he wished to articulate were lodged in the back of his throat.

“…..”

The unidentified presence, a girl, seemingly close in age to him from her both her youthful appearance and the recognisable school uniform she sported, reposed there almost helplessly. Hair disorderly sprawled over her head in a magisterial halo, Rin observed with a hawk-like stare as her misty hand weakly clenched what he could only assume was her chest in pain.

Straining his ears to follow through with her expected tachypnea, Rin’s blood ran frigid when he was met with flatlining silence. A chill ran up his perturbed spine, cold sweat collecting by his temple as he audibly gulped. Did… did she just die on me?!

Furtively peeking from his vision-obstructing, ebony strands of hair, Rin marvelled at the quaintness of her skin. Stardust freckles illuminated her exposed limbs with a translucent glow under the moonlight rays, his ogling gaze roamed on them for an embarrassingly long time and his face flushed feverish when he caught himself in the indecent act.

Eyes bloodshot, brows furrowed and lips scowling, Rin forced his sight onto her slumbering visage. Her facial features, just like her hands and the freckles on her bare skin, were an eerie cluster of haze, reflecting the moon’s luminescence in an iridescent radiance.

Rin’s ears perked up when he heard her stir awake from her state of dormancy, and hoping to sate his curiosity, he watched with rapt attention as her eyes leisurely fluttered open. The sight of her waking up was strangely absorbing, and Rin’s heartbeat hastened when she turned to look his way. She— she’s alive!

Her squinting gaze remained unfocused as she used her elbows to leverage herself up.

“…..”

The careful walls Rin constructed with upmost forethought, crumbed pathetically when his eyes fell on the blemishes on her face. Discolouration born from her eyes meandered down to her cheeks in teary streaks and died on her pouty lips. That same discolouration was haphazardly smeared all over her palms and fingertips. And like the freckles on her body, these patches gleamed with whimsical opalescence.

When she had finally gotten accustomed to her surroundings, her sight, now firmly planted on Rin, stared blankly. Her mouth gaped in an attempt to speak, but rather than coherent words being sounded, a chocked scream echoed in the deathly silent field.

“Ah- AARGH!!”

“Huh..! Oi, you—“

“I-It’s—! It’s, monster! A monster—! Th-there’s a monster in front of me!!!”

Brow twitching in disbelief, irk markings materialising by his temple, Rin watched with clenched teeth and a deadpan expression as the girl hastily stumbled to her feet, tripping over imaginary obstructions in the midst of her escape to find seclusion in the darkness of the snowy evening.

“….Fucking dumbass,” he insulted under his breath, face scrunching in mild confusion when staring at the flowers that stood undisturbed despite having been carelessly treaded on earlier by the girl. But they were really fragile when I…

He abruptly shook his head to rid his absurd thoughts, the ephemeral snow and the mysterious flowers lone witnesses of his breakdown.

Hoo— hooooooo.

And the owl too, I guess…

@yayamrata please don’t plagiarise, steal, translate, or alter my work in any way, you may like it, reblog it and request for other characters. Uploads will be late bc of my exams.

[poproximus]

My favorite thing about the Transformers fandom is how attached we all get to our favorite bots. The affection that just radiates off the fanart and other posts is contagious and even if I don't necessarily like one of the characters, there's always a guarantee that someone else is head over heels in love with them, and I think that's beautiful.

Tbh I got really really pouty after watching the OG 80's movie bc of all the characters they killed off (Starscream, my pookie, whyyyyyyy). I was so salty that I almost didn't watch seasons 3 and 4. Who did all these new Autobots think they were, replacing my favorite guys? There was no way Mr. You Got the Touch You Got the Powerrr could live up to Optimus Fucking Prime, so what was the point?

But then I kept coming across art of Rodimus Prime and Blurr, and you all were talked about them with such fondness that I decided, Frag it, and sat down to watch the last two seasons. And hey, Rodimus is one of my favorite characters now! I've found other favorites from those seasons too like Kup and Wheelie. Not to mention that, while I stubbornly insist that Megatron was better, Galvatron is so iconic!

I never would have met all those characters if not for the fans' deep love for them. You guys were so excited about your blorbos that I thought, Hey, maybe it isn't all that bad. And gave them a chance. And I'm so glad I did! So thank you.