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[fashionkidswoman]

[ew-selfish-art]

Dpxdc (sounds like a bad joke) AU: A Cat, an Amazon and an underage Dead kid walk into a bar...

Selina Kyle was on official Catwoman business on the Coast of Greece, though of course she told her currently on (off again on again) boyfriend Bruce that it was just a girls weekend away. A particular jewel came to mind and it needed to be hers, ancient Obsidian carved with symbols of power (and yes, one of the symbols happened to be a cat.)

Selina knew she was getting close to the artifact when Diana Prince showed up. The no-good goody-two-shoes museum curator seemed to have a will of iron, and each time they crossed paths, the tall beauty had some passing remark about Bruce (which was really starting to get under Selina's skin) and the fact that they were just friends. Who does this chick even think she is? Just because she can speak fluent Greek, knows Selina's boyfriend's favorite bedtime story to read his kids, and has an ass that just won't quit doesn't mean she's better than her!

Selina is going to (remind herself frequently that women in competition is just a factor of the misogynistic capitalistic society they live in) do her best to keep under the radar, steal the artifact fast, and then make Bruce propose to her.

But then this weird scrawny kid shows up and asks if she's seen something of his. Selina is on the street, sitting at a table outside the local cafe conveniently located across the street from the auction house holding the artifact, when he approaches. He looks like he could be one of Bruce's kids, made distinct by his very nervous demeanor and shrunken shoulder's attempting to make him look smaller. Briefly, he tells her about a piece of black glass that has a few drawings of his on it, about the size of his palm, and may or may not have some lingering ability to... he doesn't finish his sentence.

Diana was walking across the street to go into the auction house... but to Selina's chagrin, the tall could-be-a-model crosses and approaches them instead. Her eyes are settled on the young man, and he's nervously asking her something in Greek. (How did a kid with a midwestern accent speak fluent greek?) Diana explains that he must have gotten a replica of the item showing in the Auction house somehow, and the kid looks like he's eaten a sour lemon all of a sudden.

A projectile comes hurdling at them a mere moment after the kid's cold breath becomes visible in the hot greek sun- Diana braces the impact for them both, her golden bracers revealed from under her sensible work blouse sleeves.

"Oh! You're Wonder Woman!" The kid gleefully exclaims, which makes Diana and Selina both die a little inside, before adding: "Hey, no worries about this guy, I got 'em. But could you grab that chunk of obsidian for me? It's mine and I'm seriously in hot water for having broken my cro- er- for losing it in the first place. Thanks!"

He suddenly bloomed into white hair and green eyes, a dark suit appearing from nowhere, and flew towards the threat. Wonder Woman didn't spare a single word on Selina and chased after him into combat.

Selina sipped on her coffee and, upon finishing it- casually got up, went to the auction house, and stole the Obsidian. Finders Keepers.

It was the late afternoon when Diana walked into the Bar right behind Selina with the teen at her side. He looked nervous but was eye-ing the bottles on the wall as much as he was trying to look intimidating to her. Diana looked annoyed at best, and not just with Selina.

"I think we should have a little chat, sound good to you Kitten? Princess, did you want to stay to talk too?" Selina's famous cat like grin on full display.

[fraux140]

König Headcanons

General, relationship, and NSFW. I hope you enjoy these! It's my first real post :)

General hcs

Had a cleft lip as a child and was part of the reason he was bullied. It was surgically repaired but there is still a scar

One of his parents is German and the other is Austrian which might explain why he has no Austrian dialect (lets pretend this is canon instead of activision just clumping all German speakers into one category lmao)

He has auburn hair but buzzes it so often that its hard to tell

LOVES Minecraft. He plays creative mode when he's trying to make masterpieces like city replicas or fantasy worlds, but loves the challenge of survival mode if he's playing with friends.

He was a total mama's boy as a kid. When his father tried to get him to 'man up' his mother was always there to protect him. Another reason he was bullied.

Chronic mansplainer but its unintentional. If you're discussing a topic he knows a lot about he will hijack the conversation and unload a bunch of info to you. He doesn't mean it maliciously.

Undiagnosed ADHD - explains why he has trouble staying still and was a bad candidate for being a sniper. But it isn't so bad that it is noticeable. He can mask it when he needs to.

Again with the ADHD thing. He hyperfixates on topics he finds interesting and even his job. Mission plan is memorised. Terrain? Memorised. Enemy info? Memorised. The ever-changing locations and nature of his job mean that he doesn't have to worry about succumbing to the boredom of monotony.

When he isn't deployed he is a beer drinker - particularly Stiegl Hell. A total beer snob as well. Any kind of American beer? Throw it away. Carling? Fosters? Sagres? Get that second rate crap away from him and prepare to be mansplained about how much better Austrian/German beer is than any other.

Has an apartment in the same neighbourhood as his parents' house so he can visit a lot when he's not deployed. His apartment is very basic and he stays there so his parents have their privacy. Their house is his home.

His mother is a seamstress and his father was a mechanic in the army. This man knows how to sew and how to keep his car healthy.

Unironically reposts alpha male quotes - not because he's a misogynist but because he genuinely believes he is the definition of an alpha male.

Teeny tiny bit of a superiority complex. Arrogant af. Stems from his size, strength, and skills. Finished Jagkdo selection second in his 'class'. It haunts him every day. Second place is the first to lose.

Is a genuinely unsettling guy. Not in a creepy way. He kind of just stands around and stares when he enters a place before deciding what to do. For example at the pub, he walks in and stares at the bar before deciding where to sit. Or if he sees somebody new, like somebody he thinks is particularly weird or someone attractive he will stare at them. It is a bit more intense than the typical 'German stare', and more off-putting because of his size.

Relationship hcs

If you're dating König, the first stages of your relationship will be spent trying to figure out how to be comfortable.

Like I said before, he is unsettling and might say something as such, coming across a bit too strong.

For example, if someone is annoying you at work he might offer to kill them. "I could hide the body no problem, schatz. Just ask." And he is very hard to read, so you can't tell if he's joking or not.

If his weirdness didn't scare you away and your relationship progresses, he unintentionally tries to manage you.

Packing a suitcase? You're doing it wrong. It's more efficient to fold the clothes like this to maximise space. Want to go for a walk? Not in those shoes. Function trumps fashion every time. Ordering at a foreign food restaurant? Let him do it for you, you're probably pronouncing it wrong. He's your passenger? You had time to pull out, liebling! Go for the overtake! Change lanes! Ffs schatzi, pull over and let him take the wheel.

Unintentionally condescending. You worked really hard on a new recipe? It's good, but he's had better at this restaurant. He recommends adding this and that...

You're complaining about how stressful your job is? Babe, you wouldn't know stress if it hit you in the face. Have YOU ever been shot at? Narrowly dodged an explosion? Being chased by enemies who are actively trying to kill you? Yeah, didn't think so...

Eventually it gets too much. You're on the verge of breaking up with him because he makes you feel like crap. He diminishes your achievements. Undermines your emotions. It's too much and being with him is making you hate yourself. And you don't deserve to feel this way.

After you tell him, he is mortified. He didn't think that his matter-of-fact way of speaking could be so mean and make you feel this way. He's so sorry, baby. Give him another chance? He'll show you how special you are to him!

After you forgive him and he agrees to change, life is much better. He gives more compliments, he listens more attentively and he tries to be more emotional instead of 'logical'. He comes to respect that you can feel a certain way about things happening in your life and doesn't have to compare it to himself.

He takes you hiking very often. So often that your legs are noticeably more toned. He buys you all of the expensive gear you need to hike in any terrain.

Sometimes sews little trinkets for you or embroiders something on your clothes - a skill he picked up from his seamstress mother.

When you tell him his alpha male quote sharing is cringe and makes him seem like an asshole, he begins to question how you see him. Don't you see how big and strong he is, baby?

When he finally gets it, he slowly starts to lose the façade. This front he puts up? It starts to come down. You want to be the big spoon? Go right ahead.

The new König loves to be doted on. Rub his belly. Run your hands through his hair/over his head if he's buzzed. Hug him. Cuddle with him on the couch. Tell him how big and strong he is - he eats it right up.

Loves working out with you. He likes showing you he's strong enough to protect you. Sit on his back while he doe push-ups. See? No problem. Look at how much weight is on this barbell! He can lift it no problem.

You told him that he can't live on ordering food from fancy restaurants every night. He needs to learn to cook. He's annoyed at first because he can afford it for both of you, but you make him learn how to cook. This time learning together in the kitchen brings you closer together. There is something beautiful about working so hard on a meal and enjoying the results together.

Sometimes he wants to surprise you when you come back from work with a new dish he'd invented. Wagyu steaks sautéed in lager and seasoned with rosemary and turmeric. It was disgusting. You couldn't find it within yourself to tell him.

NSFW hcs

When he was insecure and in his 'alpha male' stage, he was a total dom. Not that you didn't enjoy it.

Now that he's grown, he still loves fucking you in doggy or missionary or any position where he's in control. But now he'll let you ride him for as long as you want.

He LOVES laying back and watching you use his dick to get yourself off. Another reason he loves cowgirl is because he loves watching you struggle with the initial stretch of sinking onto his fat cock.

You tried to convince him to let you peg him once. He outright refused. Maybe he wasn't there yet.

Call him dirty all you want, he loves fucking you after you have worked out together. And you don't mind it either. Seeing him all hot and bothered and out of breath is a huge turn on for you.

Can be aggressive. He likes biting you but not to the point it draws blood.

Sends absolutely horrendous nudes when you're in public with no warning when he's deployed. You'll get a whatsapp notification and you open it to see a picture of his raging hard on while you're at work.

He gets creative with the angles. He tries different lighting. In a strange way you found it very romantic. His captions are atrocious though. 'He misses you', 'I wish I could shoot my sperms into you instead of bullets into my enemies', 'My cock is harder than my job'. They are honestly so fucking weird. But you have grown to love his weird little quips.

Likes roleplay. He likes to be a policeman while you're a petty thief. He's a burglar and he'll leave you alone if you give him something else.

Loves overpowering you. Sometimes when he's fresh home from deployment he will drive you two to the woods at night. He will give you a head start and then hunt you down like a predator. He was in the jagdkommando, darling, didn't you know that means 'Hunting commando'?

When he catches you, the adrenaline gets to the both of you and you fuck like wild animals. Biting, scratching, howling and begging. He always cums inside of you on nights like these, breeding you like a true animal

When you get home and after you've showered (he washes your back for you and kisses along the nape of your neck), he's showering you with kisses and cuddles while you settle into bed and watch something together on TV.

[pinksilvace]

! PAC NYC CATS SPOILERS !

What I remember from the show, feat. some official photos

This is all going off of my note-less memories so there may be some minor inaccuracies to these recollections.

Welcoming Remarks/Overture

The crowd was welcomed by the voice of Junior LaBeija, who encouraged us to google him before shutting our phones down.

We were encouraged to make noise at any and all parts of the performance

Filming, even during bows, was strictly prohibited

This show is LOUD. I wore ear plugs the entire time, and I don't consider myself to be particularly sensitive to noise. It makes sense, considering that the audience is meant to yell and the music has to be heard over them.

The theater space itself was relatively small. All seats were good seats.

Mr. Mistoffelees (Robert "Silk" Mason) could be seen dancing through the window set pieces above the back of the stage.

Jellicle Songs for Jellicle Cats

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The cast began all around the theater, with spotlights illuminating them as they began to sing. They did not mount the stage until the "Mystical Divinity" portion of the song.

The crowd went WILD at the part that has had its choreography revealed already.

The Naming of Cats

The "Man over there" bit was done by Antwayn Hopper (Macavity). In general, he seemed to be having an absolute blast throughout the show.

During the parts where cats sharing the names in the poem were mentioned, spotlights illuminated them.

Munkustrap led this number and was the only one onstage for the duration of it.

The White Cat Solo

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Compared to how this is presented in replica productions, the dance moves were very fast.

I am uncertain as to whether this part was meant to characterize Victoria, or if it was just a great chance for BABY (Victoria) to show off her incredible dancing skills.

The Old Gumbie Cat

Jennyanydots (Xavier Reyes) began the number by pulling out a trophy, showing she'd won at balls in the past

During the day, it was implied (I think?) that Jennyanydots has lots of sex. Whether it's sex work, a sugar daddy situation, etc. was unclear. What I can say is that she did lots of bouncing - on other actors, on the edge of the stage, and on a chair.

At night, Jennyanydots is a very harried single Latina mother trying to keep her kids out of trouble.

Instead of Jenny competing in a category herself, Cassandra (Emma Sofia)(implied to be one of Jenny's children, either literally or metaphorically) competed while Jenny directed her choreography from the sidelines.

The Rum Tum Tugger

VERY laid back. This is definitely Jason Derulo's version of Tugger, but done so incredibly right. He was honestly a bit too effortless for how easily he won categories.

It's not shown in this photo, but he wore a gold and black striped fur coat throughout most of the show, sort of like Munkustrap's grey and black one (shown above, with Jenny)

There wasn't very much choreography in this number, save for a bit at the very end where he was facing off "Pretty Boy vs. Thug"

Grizabella the Glamour Cat

Grizabella ("Temptress" Chastity Moore) approached the side of the stage and killed the mood. Everyone kind of just avoided her. Munkustrap tried to talk her into going away, but she refused. He then tried to pay her actual cash to leave, but she stood her ground.

Sillabub (Teddy Wilson Jr.) approached her curiously and backed off at a very subtle warning from Demeter (Bebe Nicole Simpson). (I have to add on that Sillabub wore an orange t-shirt, short pink overalls, and orange converse shoes with a crown of sunflowers on their head. They were easily my favorite character.)

Grizabella showed off a trophy she had won in a previous ball and implored the interim judges to let her compete. They refused.

This Grizabella was almost frighteningly determined.

Bustopher Jones

For the performance I saw, Garnet Williams filled in for Nora Schell, with Tara Lashan Clinkscales filling in for Bombalurina.

Bustopher was referred to with they/them pronouns.

A large portion of this number was spent with Bustopher walking around the theater. When they mounted the stage, they pulled open their shirt to reveal a bustier emblazoned with the English flag.

Bustopher competed and won in the "Body" category. They continued to remain present throughout the rest of the show.

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer

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It is specified both in the program and during the number that these two are from Victoria Grove, New Jersey

Those New Jersey accents were aggressive

"one of the goyles suddenly misses her woolworth poyles"

Honestly, I wouldn't expect anything less from them

During the Macavity scare preceding this number, Macavity dropped off some trash bags filled with clothes for Bombalurina and Demeter. Mungojerrie (Jonathan Burke) and Rumpleteazer (Dava Huesca) attempted to steal these.

During the second verse, both changed costumes behind some costume racks on either side of the stage.

They competed in the "Tag Team" category against Victoria and Tumblebrutus (Primo) and lost. They then stole the trophy, which Victoria and Tumblebrutus stole back.

Anyway I just desperately need other US productions to give them New Jersey accents

Old Deuteronomy

Munkustrap (Dudney Joseph Jr.) was the only one onstage for the first part of this

Tugger (Sydney James Harcourt) approached the side of the stage and grasped Munkustrap's arm at the "numerous progeny" line

The stage was left empty for Old Deuteronomy (André De Shields) to walk out on

Before he walked out, Sillabub threw flower petals all over it

Mr. Mistoffelees (Robert "Silk" Mason) pulled out Old Deuteronomy's chair for him

There was a VERY long pause for applause when Old Deuteronomy reached his throne at the far end of the catwalk. He turned in a very slow circle. We made eye contact.

Song of the Jellicles/The Jellicle Ball

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During the Macavity scare, Macavity strides up to Old Deuteronomy. Old Deuteronomy waves him back out of the room in a way that honestly looked like magic. (It's worth noting at this point that the Macavity in this production is a goofy role.)

Because of how the stage is set up, most parts of the dance number were done with only 2-5 actors onstage at a time. When there was a larger group, the dancing remained mostly sedentary.

No mating dance

Grizabella appeared on one of the high balconies. Sillabub waved enthusiastically at her. Everybody else just stared at her.

Many categories were competed in during this part. One of them was sort of an "anything goes" (I forget the exact name) category, in which Munkustrap came out in a golden ensemble with giant wings. Old Deuteronomy didn't like it. Munkustrap gave him sass.

Memory (part 1)

Old Deuteronomy walked out of the room along with everybody else (I THINK.) Grizabella approached the side of the stage, took off the scarf covering her hair, and draped it over one of the railings.

Grizabella caressed the stage as she sang.

Sillabub approached the other side of the stage, watched her for a bit, and departed. They returned near the end of the number with a glittery dress, which they offered to her. Grizabella ran away.

At the end of the number, Sillabub climbs onstage to grab the scarf and look out at the audience. Cut to black.

Moments of Happiness/Moonlight

This part took place entirely between Old Deuteronomy and Sillabub. Sillabub was still onstage, almost got scared away when Old Deuteronomy returned, and knelt in front of him.

As Old Deuteronomy sang about happiness through many generations, he tied the scarf around Sillabub's neck.

While all of this happened, old photos and reports about old balls were being projected on a large screen at the back of the stage. There was then a listing of old house mothers. Most of these were real. The final name listed was Grizabella's.

The rest of the cast joins in for Moonlight, stationed all around the theater. Bombalurina and Demeter were right next to me on the lower balcony. Bombalurina smiled at me.

Gus the Theater Cat

Shereen Pimentel (Jellylorum) was AMAZING.

Gus (Junior LaBeija) was only present for this number and the bows. Most of his lines were performed like spoken word poetry rather than through song.

There was no show-within-a-show piece after this number, but Gus did say the "I once played Rumpus Cat" line. At the very end was Tumblebrutus (I THINK) re-enacting a young Gus a la Grizabella in Tecklenburg 2015.

Skimbleshanks the Railway Cat

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AGGRESSIVELY a New Yorker in the same way Mungo and Rumple were from New Jersey. Queen of the subways.

Skimbleshanks' (Emma Sofia's) hair had tiger stripes!!!

Lyrics were both English and Spanish (?), especially during the "it was very pleasant" part

She lost her category against Rumpleteazer. They embraced and continued to dance together for the rest of the song.

Macavity the Mystery Cat/"The Fight"

Macavity (with a comically evil cackle and some Hanna-Barbera-style running around) dropped off some more trash bags through one of the windows in the back, which Demeter unpacked. As it turned out, those bags were filled with designer products.

"Macavity wasn't there" was a line used to refer to the fact that Macavity was supposed to be competing but didn't show up on time

Oh yeah, Demeter and Bombalurina were members of the House of Macavity

After Macavity proved to Old Deuteronomy that all of the products were genuine, they all got dressed up and competed in "Labels". The House of Macavity won.

Members of the losing team found attached tags on the products, indicating that the items were shoplifted.

As police sirens blared and blue and white lights flew around the room, Old Deuteronomy ushered Macavity to leave the venue. The police officers entered, looked around the audience, and then looked on the stage, where Old Deuteronomy stood in front of the bags of stolen goods and gave himself up as the perpetrator of the crime.

Macavity returns looking downright distraught.

Magical Mr. Mistoffelees

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It was much more believable to see everybody turning their backs on Tugger in this production than any other I've seen

Mr. Mistoffelees was referred to with he/him pronouns, so that's what I'm using here

Mr. Mistoffelees is introduced as a ballroom dancer who meets success, in part, by magic-ing his opponents into having wardrobe and performance malfunctions.

He also steals their stuff but I'm unsure whether that has to do with saving Old Deut or if it's just enriching for him

Old Deuteronomy was magicked into a box and stood very still when the curtain was pulled off. When Macavity approached, Old Deuteronomy jumpscared him.

After the song was done, Tugger and Mistoffelees kissed. They were not, as I have seen others say, eating each other's faces; it was very chaste and tender and lasted for just a handful of seconds. The audience went wild, of course.

Memory (part 2)

Grizabella came out in the dress Sillabub had offered earlier

Maybe I was reading too much into it but it looked to me like Old Deuteronomy and Sillabub conspired together to make her reappearance happen

This song was sung in a lower key than usual to better suit Temptress' voice

She looked so uncertain the whole time

Journey to the Heaviside Layer

A big staircase hinged down to the stage, just like in replica productions

Grizabella left through a door at the top of the stairs. Through it, the sounds of New York City could be heard.

The Ad-dressing of Cats

This song makes WAY MORE SENSE in this production in OG Cats, in my opinion. There, it sometimes feels like a bit of a slog. Here, it reinforced the core message of the show about accepting people as they are. To me, the context made it much more powerful.

These last few numbers were loud even through my ear plugs and I don't know why.

The ensemble (Frank Viveros and Shelby Griswold) brought the cast flutes of champagne

Bows

Munkustrap announced each member of the cast as they did individual dances down the stage. This was one of the only songs unrelated to Cats music.

Tugger did a striptease.

After all of the actors, the conductor came out vogueing down the stage.

Afterward, the cast began singing the "practical cats, dramatical cats" portion of Jellicle Songs. I sang enthusiastically along, catching Bustopher's eye. They blew me a kiss.

Other thoughts

Electra (Kendall Grayson Stroud) EASILY had my favorite costume: a holographic top and little black skirt with a huge ruffled rainbow coat over it

Victoria's costume changes made her much less noticeable than usual, especially as she mostly served as a member of the ensemble (I don't think anything in particular about this choice; I just found it interesting)

Despite all of the changes, this very much felt like a production of cats. Even though the actors were staged to be humans, they did nothing else to emphasize it. All of the lyrics were true to replica cats productions.

Where ballroom beats were implemented, they never distracted from the songs they were placed into. They actually enhanced the songs very nicely.

Almost all of the changes made to the original story make sense in the context of this production. I.e., Alonzo's absence makes sense because his role is no longer necessitated. Same with Coricopat and Tantomile.

I am in LOVE with this Sillabub. I really cannot emphasize that enough. They had so much youthful whimsy and KILLED those high notes. They should have been frolicking but instead they were at the club smh

Understated Tugger was an interesting look, and I think it worked well, considering that this Mistoffelees was definitely the most eye-catching member of the cast.

It was actually really cool to see a production where Macavity is accepted as one of the tribe. I fully believe that Mungojerrie learned a few pointers from this one. Again, I have to emphasize that it looked like Antwayn Hopper had the time of his life in this role.

Speaking of, there may have been some Deut bros (Tugger+Munkustrap+Macavity) staging, but I don't remember clearly enough to say for sure.

Most of the transfer of the story made sense... except for the stuff surrounding Grizabella. I've seen the directors talk about ageism in the ballroom community, but with how much emphasis this production put on respect for elders via Old Deuteronomy and Gus and the lack of general contempt from the cast, I honestly don't know why she would have been outcast to begin with. I also have no idea why she ran away from Sillabub.

I kind of wish there had been more extreme makeup, but most of the cast switched between their characters and ensemble roles frequently, so it makes sense. It didn't make the show any worse.

Overall, this was an incredible production that deserves the praise it is given. Yes, I think a number of Cats fans are casting too much judgement on the creative decisions. Yes, I think too many reporters have dunked on the original Cats staging more than is warranted in order to prop this production up. Regardless of those two factors, it was clear that the cast and creative team had a real love for both Cats and ballroom, and I think they married the two concepts beautifully.

[mayaflowerxs]

AFTER SUNRISE

Synopsis: For years you had to suffer the constant bullying of your high school’s ‘it’ girl. Now as the opportunity rises for you to be her kids babysitter five years later, why not take this as a chance to finally get even?

Warning: SMUT, swear word usage, cheating/affair. Lying and Slightly aged up Jaehyun. Pregnancy kink, talks of divorce, TW! bullying and malnourishment, neglectful parent, parenting development?obsession, selfishness, Father!Jaehyun x Babysitter!Reader. Reader is a home wrecker in a way, sabotage and more.

A/N: THANK U FOR 1,000 FOLLOWERS! PLEASE ENJOY LUVS!🤍

Pairing: Jaehyun x reader

TAEYONG

Masterlist: NCT AFFAIR SERIES

For years you’ve planned for the downfall of your high school bully. Four years of pure torment, no mercy was given to you as it seemed she based her entire life in making yours a living hell. Julia, like all the other schools someone had to be the most popular, brattiest and bitchiest and that was her. She had it all unlike you, who’s parents had to work 2 jobs to make ends meet. Any money that was left had to be spent as necessities and not luxury. You were okay with that, but she clearly wasn’t. You were a rat in her eyes, dirty and a nuisance. Never went a day without reminding you of that, her classism evident as day. It wasn’t your fault you couldn’t afford the latest brands with clothes that costed 50 plus dollars. It wasn’t your fault you had to constantly rewear clothes even if they were a few years old or have to buy some knock off shoes just to cover your feet but it still hurt being humiliated in front of everyone for it. Having to live four years of hell because of her definitely did some damage and unlike others, you can’t move on. You refuse to forgive and forget why should you? It’s not like she ever apologized for her actions and even if she did, it wouldn’t suffice for all the tears you’ve shed.

You felt weak back then, malnourished and utterly alone. With no one to even defend you, you’ve grown to be independent. And now 5 years after graduation you’re a business woman, no kids and no husband to bring you stress. Finally able to afford all the luxuries your younger self was too poor to afford and finally able to help your parents out. Their years of stress finally over. But even then that wasn’t enough for you. No, you wanted more. You hated the world for letting you suffer, to stand by and not help you at all. The pitied looks you were sent when books were knocked out of your arms or milk dumped over your head. Hair ruffled by how hard Julia and her friends would tug at it and cuts on your knees for constantly being pushed down onto the hard concrete floor. The awful insults thrown at you felt like knives and everyday you looked at yourself in the mirror in utter disgust. Did no one had a heart to defend a poor defenseless soul? Is everyone that heartless now a days?

For years you waited to find the opportunity to get some of your life back. To give justice to the poor girl in high school whom no one defended, and upon hearing the very same one who tormented you for four years was now looking for a babysitter, you couldn’t help but think it was the perfect opportunity to do so.

You knew Julia had a family. You also knew the lucky bitch never peaked and instead only gained more than losing. Another reason why you don’t believe karma is real unless you yourself brings karma. You hated how lush she was living even after everything she’s done. Giving birth to two adorable boys with the biggest grins on their faces but none looking much like her, No instead they’re an exact replica of their father.

Their father whom you managed to grow an attraction towards to. Another round of anger seethed through you when you noticed Julia still hadn’t changed, it didn’t take much work to fake a resume and a name. Julia was a woman of many things and one of them wasn’t smart. Different hair color and makeup, wearing designer clothes and she had no idea who you were. It’s not like she was doing much of the questions either way, instead it was the housekeeper who hired you. For the time you’ve been here you managed to note that Julia was a shit mother, always neglecting her kids as she spends most of her time out shopping with friends. Most likely trying to catch paparazzi taking pictures of her living the rich life given every time you turn on the tv, TMZ is broad casting her again and again.

Rosa the housekeeper is being severely overworked and treated like crap and it’s obvious she’s only staying for the kids. And the kids, well they have as much trouble as any neglected kid. Kai the two year old can’t even remember who is father is and Elias, an eight year kid who has bullying problems at school. Wonder what the press would think if such news came out that the Julia Jung, wife of the CEO of one of the most successful company is nothing than an ‘angel’.

Speaking of the CEO, he’s not any better. Difference is, you improved him. A demand to be more involved with his kids, to take time off work and have dinner with them like a normal family. What was at first a cold and hard demeanor now softened as he smiles fondly at his kids. Walking side by side as you two go to the park and watch them play. Turns out the stubborn man was the way he was because of stress. Julia was still a pain in the ass and it’s why he prefers to lock himself in his office. Anything to stay the hell away from another oncoming argument and because of her, his relationship with his kids faltered. A hand of yours rubs his bicep sympathetically, he stares but doesn’t seem unpleased.

For months since you started working for them, Julia has no idea how much closer her husband and you have gotten. How much the kids adore you, it almost seems like she’s not even in the picture. And the thought of that has you wishing it was real. What was suppose to be just a simple plan to get back at her, has now become an ambition to replace her. You deserved this life. You should be the one to care for the kids, to love and nurture them given their mother is terrible at it. You should be the one to cherish Jaehyun with whatever, take his stress away instead of adding more to it. The longer you’re with them the bigger your desires get and before you know it, you’re beginning to cross lines much further than you should’ve.

It all started with an impulsive kiss in which Jaehyun was quick to push you away. You hated the sternness that overtook him, how he scolded you and said you should never do that again if you still wanted to keep your job. You didn’t know what was worse the embarrassment or the silent treatment you then got from him. Julia never suspected a thing, assuming he never said anything. But you felt irritated how many steps back you took instead of forward. But you worked hard, hard to pretend it didn’t bother you and instead focused your attention on the boys. Making sly actions like brushing by his arm as you go to attend Kai, or hold his hand and walk him over to Elias when wants you two to play with him. You notice the tensed shoulders and his Adam’s apple become more apparent. His eyes lingered a lot longer on you even when you pretended you didn’t notice. You always took pride in your appearance, never went a day without glamouring yourself up. Hand gripping his cup tightly each time you bent down in front of him, it drove him mad. Never has he been this obsessed over someone especially given it wasn’t even his wife he’s so crazy for.

Day and night he can’t focus because all he can think of is you. Meetings almost started late because he can no longer keep up with time. His showers have been longer for the sinful things he does to ease his mind, and his dreams are only ten times worse. Each time he sees you with his kids he momentarily forgets Julia exist. Dinners don’t feel right when he can’t have you sitting so close to you anymore. You sit to his right always, and now you sit at the end. Eyes only on his boys, he should be happy. Overall, it was what he wanted. He told you to focus on the kids, to never think about crossing the line and yet he’s a hypocrite for wanting you. The big question was how further could he drag this awful need for you?

Answer , one more day.

Slamming you up against the wall with want. Kai currently napping in his room as the oldest was now in school. Rosa was out buying groceries and Julia was out like usual. The day was the same like always except Jaehyun didn’t go to work. Instead he gave a very brief explanation that he’d be catching up on some bonding at home and it’s exactly what he’s doing. Lifting you up with ease, you wrap your arms around his neck. Hallway echoes with the sounds of your lips kissing. An acrylic hand of yours runs through his hair and lightly tugs. A slight groan comes from him as he adds more weight on you, feeling the outline of his bulge you moan lightly as you let him force his tongue in. His large hands having a tight hold under your thighs he slowly begins to grind himself on you. Whimpers are heard from you that has him smirking. Pulling away to catch each other’s breath he pulls you off the wall and into the direction of his master bedroom. He didn’t bother to close the door behind him. Dropping you on the bed, you lightly bounce. Blowing a piece of hair out of your face, your taken aback when he grips your chin and smashes his lips onto yours.

Lipstick smeared all over his face as he sucks your face. Pulling away, he lowers his head and begins to suck your neck. Fitting himself in between your legs the second you spread them for him. Allowing you to run your hands up his waist and begin unbuttoning his black long sleeved shirt. Taking it off and pulling him closer by his belt loop he removes his mouth from your now red neck. Tugging down your crop top he lowers his head and starts to kiss your breasts. Hands not wasting a second to cup them, a slight squeal erupts from you when he suddenly pulls your legs to have you lying in front of him. Tugging both the crop top and bra he wastes no time in sucking your tits. Hands busying themselves in lifting up your skirt . Moans are heard throughout the room the more he fondles with your nipples.

Peppering you with light feather kisses that has your breathing picking up. His eyes look up to meet yours, mischief present in them as blows on your panties. A tight grip on your legs the second you try to close them. Jaehyun had a certain animosity in him, the pent up stress and frustration from both work and home has been bubbled up for too long. You were the perfect distraction and he wasn’t planning to let any second go to waste. Ripping your panties he keeps you spread as he dives in. A long lick up to your clit, a loud moan from you and its enough to encourage Jaehyun for more. Sucking on your nub until it goes red and numb, hands tightly tugged at his hair. The stinging sensation only riled him to fuck you with his tongue until you came for him. Eyes looking up at you, pupils dilated and nothing but Lust in them. You threw your head back the second you feel him thrust in two of his fingers. Fucking them deep in you as he licks finger eights. Spitting and going back to sucking he doesn’t stop even when your legs are shaking from the stimulation. He scissors you with his fingers before adding another in. Using his thumb, he rubs your clit. Your stomach rises and lowers quickly, your bottom lip about ready to bleed by how hard you’re biting it. You hiss when you feel a sting on your thigh, a loud slap because of his hand.

“Want to hear you.” His deep rugged voice tells you as he goes back to eating you out, you felt at loss for words. Too hard when you’re feeling such immense pleasure. Arching your back more and more as Jaehyun continues to drive you closer and closer to an orgasm. “Jaehyun!” You cry out, “Come.” He tells you simply and you do. Lying on the satin bed sheet, desperately trying to catch your breath you don’t notice he has already began to take off his jeans. Feeling his arms hook around your legs you feel yourself be brought closer to the edge of the bed. Gasping, your jaw gone slack as his huge cock rips you open. It hurt you couldn’t lie but the pleasure that came after completely weighed out. Hips moving at a rapid past as he thrusts into you, breasts bouncing with each thrust he makes, he pounds you deeper and harder as he holds you tightly. A concentrated look. You know Jaehyun wasn’t in his right mind and is only focused in trying to get himself sated. His chin glimmered with your essence, if you weren’t currently being fucked to oblivion then surely you wouldn’t given him such fond eyes. You don’t manage to catch yourself mewl when he wraps a hand around your throat. His rings cold on your neck that only has you wanting more. Holding his wrist as you bounce, looking down and seeing how slick his dick has gotten because of you.

“See that? Is that what you fucking wanted huh?” He asks you. Picking up speed as you whine, trying your hardest to catch your breath. Mind going fuzzy and vision blurring the more he hits your g spot. “Think I didn’t notice you being a whore for me? Think you wore these skirts for nothing?” His groans seeing how pretty and desperate you were for him. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t find you attractive since the day he first saw you. He felt disgusted by how easily his mind wondered down south every time he saw you in such short skirts or shorts. And yet being so deep in your snatch, warm walls wrapping tightly around you. It felt like Heaven, so good it angers him how obsessed he’ll end up being at the end of all this. No way in hell will this be the last time and you fucking know this. That pretty little smirk on your face says it all. Pulling you up, he forces you to look down where you two connect. Your essence making a complete mess on the bed as he begins to pull all the way out. His red tip leaking with precum inside the condom. “Look you little slut, see how hard I am for you? You fucking did this to me, so fucking take it.” Pounding into you again, you momentarily let out a scream before covering your mouth. Grabbing your arms he tugs them to your back. Repeatedly hitting your g spot as he sucks your nipples. “Fuck! Yes!” Screaming in ecstasy, you throw your head back and climax all over his cock. His relent on you doesn’t lessen, pulling his head away and begins to suck hickies on your neck again. His grunts getting louder, an indication he’s close. His hold on you pulls you closer to him. Both bodies hot and sweaty and soon he’s coming inside the condom. Leaving both of you a shaking mess.

“Fuck.” He breathes out finally coming down from his high.

Nothing at home has changed other than the fact that you and your boss have begun fucking each other’s brains out each opportunity given to you. You felt content knowing you were finally taking something Julia thought only she had. But the more you spend your time with Jaehyun you can’t help but want him. Dinners were now seen as family bonding. A family that’s yours and not Julia’s. Each time Jaehyun takes you and the kids somewhere fun like the zoo it seems like you guys are a married couple. The compliments you’ve received, “You have a lovely family.” An elderly woman once told you at the park. Cleaning ice cream that has covered all over Kai’s face and watching Elias play in the playground with his father. You couldn’t help but feed into the delusion that you weren’t just a mere babysitter, one out to ruin the Mrs. life at that.

You were very careful up until your infatuation with him. And now it seems you’re willing to do anything to have him, to have the kids and to have a life where Julia will finally be rid of forever.

“Fuck Jaehyun!” You cry out the harder he fucks into you. Shower running, tuning your voices out by a bit. Kids currently focused on the tv while Rosa vacuums. Jaehyun is suppose to be on his lunch hour, deciding to come home and take a quick shower you couldn’t help but follow him inside. And now he’s taking the time to fuck his stress out of him. A leg of yours lifted as he presses you up against the cold see through shower door. His wet hair sticking to his forehead as he lays on your shoulder. Grunting each time you squeeze him tightly. “What a nice cunt.” He says in your ear. “Always ready to be fucked, only I can pound this pussy.” Nodding you moan out loudly. “Yes Jaehyun only you! “

While the two of you busied yourselves upstairs, the entrance door opens unexpectedly. “Mom!” Elias excited voice is heard throughout the white walls. Rosa stops vacuuming for a second and notices Julia entering annoyedly. Dropping her keys on the table she frowns at her son who goes to hug her. Slightly pushing him off after a few seconds she takes off her shoes. “I’m so glad you’re home! Dad’s home too! Can we go to the park together? Y/n can come too and Rosa!” Julia goes to shut him up but stops when your name processes through her head. Memories of the very small and thin person she tormented flashed through her head. Thinking back to the few glimpses she got of you, she shakes her head at the thought. Couldn’t be.

“Where is your father?” She sighs and looks down at her son. “He’s upstairs with y/n!” “Why do you call her y/n? She’s the babysitter, call her by her profession.” “But we call Rosa, Rosa?” Elias tilt’s his head at his mother. Her eyes look over at Rosa who only lowers her gaze on the floor. She scowls and looks away, “It’s best we don’t get too comfortable with workers. After all, they’re not family they’re here to serve us it’s all.” She huffs and takes off her jacket. Not even bothering to greet Kai whose too focused on the tv, she heads her way up the stairs. Today has been a shitty one, the embarrassment she’s been through in having her card declined in front of her friends and the many other customers in line. She hated the sympathetic smiles she was given, never once has that ever happened to her. It shouldn’t and yet it did and the only person that could’ve been responsible in freezing her account was none other than the one who controls it. Her husband.

By the time she gets to her room, she slams the door open. The two of you have already gotten out of the shower and have since begun a heated make out with you seated on top of the sink, his arm resting on the mirror as Jaehyun has a towel wrapped around his torso, break apart and freeze. Bringing a finger up to his lips, he helps you get down. Softly setting you on the ground, he motions for you to stay in the bathroom. Turning off the light as he makes his way outside. Once the door closes you don’t waste time pressing your ear up against the door. “You’re home early.” Jaehyun says nonchalantly. “And that’s bad?” Her voice gives off a sense of attitude. “Never said it was.” He murmurs as he goes to grab some clothes out. “Well you know what I wouldn’t be here so early if my account wasn’t frozen, what the hell is up with that Jaehyun?”

A sigh is heard from him and a moment of silence. Arms crossed and foot tapping, Julia waits impatiently for him to speak. Unfazed and continuing to put on some clothes he speaks. “You blew through your money Julia, that’s what happened.” “What the hell do you mean? We have millions of money!” “I have millions of money Julia, I do. I give you a certain amount for you to spend but given you tend to only want more and more. I’ve had enough.” He simply shrugs.

It was half correct.

Since the two of you began to have sexual intercourses he’s been buying you lots of presents. Suffocating you with all the luxury in the world, everyday you come to work you have something new to wear. Bright Diamond earrings, newest stilettos and the fanciest of clothes with the most expensive material. He’d love to take you to fancy restaurants especially the ones you’ve stated you always wanted to try but given paparazzi is always following his every move, he has them prepared to go and the four of you have your own fancy dinner at home. The boys don’t seem to grow suspicious, instead they’re overjoyed. If it meant they saw their dad a lot more and have their favorite babysitter be there every step of the way they don’t think twice of the closeness the two of you have grown. Movie nights in which the two of you are practically cuddling, they don’t question and instead they join in on the cuddle. A kiss to the cheek was nothing but a mere greet to them. All the lingering touches and looks went over their heads which meant the gifts even more. And it seemed they weren’t the only ones as Julia hadn’t noticed either. Well at least that Jaehyun has been the one buying you all these expensive items.

“You’ve had enough?” She scoffs and shakes her head. “Jaehyun are you crazy? This is our money! I can spend it however way I find suit!” “Why? So you can buy yourself another dress you’ll only wear once? How about instead of wasting all your time with those fake friends of yours you actually try and spend some time with our kids.” “Don’t tell me what I should or shouldn’t do with my kids! They are doing just fine!”

“Yes because of y/n not you.” “Why does everyone keep mentioning her! If she’s so great where the hell even is she?!” Resting her hands on her hips she waits for his answer but when she’s greeted with silence she scoffs. “Exactly what I thought.” Walking out of the room without another word, she slams the door behind her shut. After a few seconds Jaehyun hears a click from his bathroom door. Seeing you slowly walk out the room now fully clothed you’re about to speak when he cups your face and kisses you passionately. “God she’s a handful.” He sighs once he pulls from the kiss. Giggling you peck his nose, “I better get back before I raise suspicions.” Nodding he slaps your bum before you walk out of his room.

To say cutting Julia out of Jaehyun’s money was a mistake would be an understatement. She’s been spending lots of time at home, all mostly sunbathing outside with a strict command to not be bothered. Her sourness only dampening the mood in the house. You can’t help but sympathize the boys, you can see how much they’d like to spend their time with their mother. So close and yet so far, Elias can’t help but keep looking over as he plays with his toys. Not bothered by how Kai keeps taking them. Getting off the floor, he drops the toys and makes his way upstairs. “Elias? Where are you going?” You ask him. “To my room.” He simply mutters before disappearing upstairs. The door leading to the backyard is slid open and in entered none other than Julia herself. A scowl about ready to form on your face because of her presence.

“Don’t you think you overdress too much? You’re a babysitter, not a stripper.” Julia comments as she’s about to make her way up the stairs. Her eyes catching sight of the expensive jewelry, she takes a few steps your way. “Just wondering, what else do you do besides babysitting?” Shrugging, you shake your head. “Nothing else, I do volunteer if that’s what you were wondering.” Eyeing you, she frowns again. Not liking how a babysitter can be walking around wearing 5k jewelry. She found it odd how you can afford such a thing on your kind of salary. If anything it irritates her that someone with a job like yours can even be wearing such lush that she can afford like candy. “Whatever.” She mutters and goes upstairs.

The more she stays home the more she keeps asking about you. Pestering you like a damn fruit fly. And dinners are no longer the same, you always looked forward to it. The last thing you did before heading home but now, you must leave before 4. Ever since Julia found out about this little tradition with you and the boys she’s been even more on edge with you. “But mommy, y/n always sits next to dad!” Elias voice tells his mother as Rosa sets up the table. Freezing, she looks between him and you. “Sits? …you have dinner with them?” She looks over at you. “Well yeah, they insisted and how can I ever say no to a face like that?” You squeeze Elias’s chubby cheeks. A giggle from him as he grins brightly at you. Trying to keep a cool front? She forces a smile to her son. “Well I’m here now and I’m sure y/n here doesn’t need her time to be wasted any more. You’re excused for now on at 4. See it as my gratitude..for your hard work.” She tells you simply before walking away.

The usual pout is set on Elias’s face when the clock strikes 4 but you’re quick to boop his nose. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back tomorrow.” Ruffling his hair you give a quick peck to Kai’s cheek and make your way out. The familiar black BMW parks as soon as you begin to walk off the steps. Windows rolled down as he calls out for you. “Where’re you going?” “Home.” Shocked he raises his brows at you. He’s noticed how early you’ve been leaving but never gout around to ask. “Home? Why?” “Mrs. Jung ordered so.” Rolling his eyes, he sighs and turns off the ignition. “Absolutely not, you’re staying.” Getting out the car, he leaves you no choice but to follow him. Holding your arm as he walks you two back inside. The boys are excited to greet their father and even more to know you will in fact be staying for dinner, but the glare on Julia’s face is enough to know that here on out, tension will only continue to rise.

“Jaehyun, you know I can’t keep getting fucked in your car each time you become too stressed you know?” You mumble in his ear. Windows currently fogged as the two of you try regaining back your breathes. Dick still buried inside you. “I know baby but Julia’s home, you know it’s too risky.” Rolling your eyes at the mention of her, you sit up to face him. “But why must we worry about her? You can’t seriously tell me you still want to be with her?” Sighing he shakes his head, “It’s not that, you know it’s not baby.” Raising his hand to push back your hair, cupping the side of your face as his gaze softens. “I’m still tolerating her for the kids.” “But Jae, she’s never there for them. I’m sure if she left they would do just fine without her. They have been since they were born.” Snorting, he grins tiredly. “Just don’t want to hurt them.”

You wanted to be patient, really you did. But Jaehyun wasn’t making the right decision and it irritated you. You wanted him, you wanted him now. You can’t stand having to go home to an empty house. Having to fall asleep in a bed in which Jaehyun isn’t there beside you. Or having to wake up with two sleeping angels in the rooms next door. You couldn’t stand it and seeing Julia is as much useless of a wife as a mother than it’s of your concern to be what she can’t do for that family. You tried to be responsible, you tried to be fair and understanding. But Jaehyun just simply can’t understand that if he just rips out the Bandaid then he’d finally be living the life he truly deserves. His stress will finally simmer down now that he’d have you by his side, you’ll be his distraction, his toy to fuck and his wife to fill with however many other kids his heart desires. And if he won’t be the one to break the hard reality to her, than you shall be the one to do so.

Julia never expected in her life to be going out for errands but she desperately needed so. This would be the first time in weeks that she would be going out the house even if it wasn’t to go shopping. As Rosa went to the grocery store, Julia decided to make a quick visit to the bank right across the street. There must be a way she can get into his money, and by doing so is by getting into her kids savings. While waiting on the sofa as the man goes through the accounts, nothing but the constant clicking of his mouse. “Would you like to see all of the accounts spending history?” “No-“ About to reject the offer, her mind runs again. For the time she’s been at home she’s noticed the attachment the kids have with her. How adamant they are to have her present with whatever activity they got going on. Even when Jaehyun is home, he too wishes for her to be around. She still can’t stop thinking about the expensive things you have. She can’t but feel jealous by how close her family is to you, how easily you managed to woo them over. And she especially hates how close you seem to be with her husband. Jokes exchanged between you two, always interacting with her sons. And no matter how hard she’s tried to put some distance between you and Jaehyun, it only seems to bring you two closer. “Y/n’s very lovely, if it wasn’t for her I would still be the workaholic man I once was.”

“I’d like to see my husband’s spending history please.”

“Jaehyun they’re gonna hear us.” You whine as the clapping sounds seem to get louder. “Shh baby relax, the boys are sleeping upstairs, Rosa and Julia are out doing errands. Enjoy it my love.” Currently having you resting up against the kitchen table, he has you resting a leg up on the marble table. Holding your hips in place as he hits it from behind. Thrusting you slowly and gently. A huge step given its the first time you two are having sex without a condom. The raw feeling making the entire experience ten times more better. The both of you a lot more sensitive than ever, you find it hard to focus on anything but him. Loving how deep his cock penetrates you. You love how big and hard he gets for you, you love how just obsessed he got for you. You love the kisses he leaves on your skin and the the lingering touches he gives you in secrecy. Making out with him when you two get brief moments alone together. Even have been times where you two have had sex with everyone in the house, quickies are exactly your forte but for Jaehyun you’re willing to do anything if he simply asks.

Having only so little alone, Jaehyun takes the time to appreciate all of you. Fucking you on the counter, on the couch, floor, up against the window, bed and bathroom. He’s a sex maniac for you, and as the pleasure becomes too much his self control weakens. Before the two of you know it, you’re now bouncing on his lap on the couch. Hands on your hips as he steadies you. Lustful eyes stare at your breasts bounce in his face, nuzzling his face in between as he sets kisses on them. Moans getting louder and louder as the squelching noise begin to mix with those of the clapping. Echoing throughout the large mansion, Jaehyun’s grunts get louder the more your walls tighten around his cock. Leaking of precum and covered in slick he bites his lip and lifts you up. Gasping when he begins to thrusts harshly up at you. Wrapping your arms around his neck as you seek balance. Tears begin to brim as it’s now your fifth orgasm. Jaehyun’s red and sweating, and yet he can’t stop. His body screams to be as close as yours as possible. A desire to fuck you every second of the day and no matter how tired he is, he can’t calm his leaking tip.

He’s obsessed, he adores you and mostly, he’s fallen in love with you. And having you so close and yet so far is only setting him off even more. “Fuck baby come for me.” He grunts out. “Dad?” A soft voice calls out from upstairs. Quickly getting off, Jaehyun covers you with a blanket as you scavenge to find your clothes. Jaehyun pulls up his boxers and shorts and rushes upstairs.

Fixing your hair, fully clothed as soon as the door opens. Julia walks in with a glare on her face, noticing you sitting on the couch with flushed cheeks she stops. Papers in her hand, she clenched them in her hold and stomps upstairs. No it can’t be. She refuses to believe their may actually be something there between the babysitter and her husband. Now that is a joke. Finding Jaehyun in Elias’s room, she slams the door open. The both of them jump back to see the angered look on her face. “Who the hell have you been buying all this jewelry for? Huh? Or how how about the designer clothes!” “Julia lower your voice, Kai is sleeping-“

“Don’t tell me to be quiet Jaehyun! I want an explanation and I want it now!-“ “Mom-“ “Be quiet Elias I’m not talking to you!-“ “Julia don’t talk to him like that!” Jaehyun stands in front of him. For the first time, he raised his voice at his wife. A few seconds later and as expected, Kai begins to cry. Without another word, he leaves a shocked Julia in the room as he walks out with Elias to attend Kai. By the time she follows suit, she sees you have already entered Kai’s room. Julia begins to see red as she watches you and her husband entertain the boys as they giggle. She doesn’t know who you think you are, but you’re ruining her family and she won’t have any of that. Slamming the door to her room, she opens up her lab top and begins her search for you.

You felt bad, you really did. Jaehyun trusted your word when you said you were on the pill. The joy in his eyes to know he was able to finally fill you up raw. To feel every single inch of you, he felt the sex to have set you two into a deeper connection than ever even if it was interrupted. Only a confirmation he truly is falling for you, but you weren’t exactly telling the truth. You can’t stand it anymore, having to sneak behind everyone’s back like a damn teenager. You had a right to be happy just like everyone else, to go after what you truly want and that is Jaehyun. You want a happy family but that can’t happen unless he gets Julia taken care of, no petty argument would ever settle that. But you’re sure Jaehyun has the same feelings for you. You’re sure he’d do anything for you, no way his kisses, hugs, stares, smiles and love making can not mean that. He’s given you so much and you not so much. You want him to know he’d be making the right choice in choosing you to be his wife, his lover and the mother of his children. Which is why you resulted in the only way you could, by giving him a baby.

“It’s been posted boss.” You hear an employee of yours say over the phone, currently sitting in the couch with the tv. A sly smile on your face as you watch the talk show begin to speak about none other than Julia. “Got it, you should expect the check by tomorrow morning.” Hanging up, you hear the ladies sitting by a table and discussing the latest most shocking news. “Jung Julia, wife of Korea’s richest CEO has been exposed for being the most neglectful mother. Pictures after pictures have been taken of her being out on the street from eleven in the morning to almost afternoon and never once is she seen with her kids. School actually has reported the lack of care Mrs. Jung has shown for her eight year old Elias. She does have a younger boy but from what this post it was described that the babysitter actually works overtime for the lack of care on Julia’s part.”

“You bitch!” Julia ells as she slams the door open, walking straight towards you. “Excuse me?” About to make her way over to you, she goes to raise her hand but is stopped by Jaehyun. “Julia what do you think you’re doing?” Glaring at him, she tries to retrieve her arm back. “Let go of me! She’s who you should be questioning she’s been lying to us the entire time!” “What?” Jaehyun looks over at you confused. Shrugging your shoulders he turns back at his wife. “What are you talking about?”

“I knew I remembered you from somewhere.” Faking a laugh she shakes her head and eyes you again. “You’re the skeleton back at my high school.” She chuckles. “Didn’t recognize you given you’ve tried your very hardest to be someone you’re not.” Not saying a word, Jaehyun looks between you two. “I’m not understanding.” “Well babe, y/n here isn’t actually y/n Young. No she goes by Y/n Y/l/n. She was nothing but this poor, dirty skank who did nothing but get in peoples way in my school. That much is obvious given she’s now wedged herself in my life and has been trying to take over my family!”

“Wrong. I was the girl you bullied over and over again simply because I wasn’t as wealthy as you. You hated the idea of anyone liking me if it meant their attention wasn’t on you. If I managed to wedge myself into your family it’s because you left space for me to do so.” “Liar! You just can’t stand that I am richer and prettier than you’ll ever be!” “Really? Because that’s not what they’re saying on the tv.” Pausing, she looks over to the large plasma tv. Walking over to it and hearing how the hosts all added their opinion on the matter.

“There’s also claims that she was a bully in high school. Several victims have since spoken out about after the post have been publicized, if this all does come out to be true then Julia really is a terrible mother and a public figure. It’s horrible to hear how money and fame can get in the way of being a decent human and if those poor kids and victims really had to deal with such terrible treatment, then she will get what’s coming to her.” “Yes she will, Twitter has already been blowing up hashtags. Hard criticism and backlash.” “NO!” Taking out her phone, she quickly goes through Twitter’s feed and watches as her name gets dragged through the mud in horror. Turning around she seethes at you. “You did this!” She accuses, “I did no such thing.” “Oh you really are just a rat!” Lunging at you, Jaehyun is quick to hold her back.

“Julia enough!” Trying to put distance between the two of you. “You’re taking her side?!” She scoffs and crosses her arms. “Well of course you would, I mean how else is she wearing all that jewelry huh?! Tell me Jaehyun what have you been doing while I’ve been out?!”

Jaehyun stays quiet, “You bastard!” Slapping him, you walk around him and slap Julia. Angered, she’s about ready to attack before Jaehyun grabs a hold of you. “Don’t touch her!” “I can’t believe you Jaehyun! I’m out the house and you’re already getting in the pants of this skank!”

“Don’t call her that! If I did it, it’s because I can’t fucking stand you anymore!” Stopping, she looks up at him. “What did you just say?” “You heard me, you’re fucking killing me. You bring nothing my toxicity into this house, you don’t even treat your sons like your kids and your have no respect for anyone but yourself. I can’t believe I even married you.”

Shaking, she swings her hand back. Ready for the impact, it never comes as you go to stop her. “Absolutely not. You’re done throwing your tantrum, you’re done sucking the life out of everyone here.” Laughing she scoffs at you. “What do you think you’re doing? Are you trying to kick me out? I’m the mother of my kids and the wife of Jaehyun! You’re nothing more but a side piece. What you’ll always be! Jaehyun can’t get rid of me because my sons need a mother. And if he does I’ll make sure they’ll hate him for sending me away.” Jaehyun looks down with sadness in his eyes, it seems like the never ending nightmare won’t be coming to an end like he thought.

“Who says the boys will be without a mom?” Catching the attention of both, they wait for you to finish. Finally noticing the paper in your hand, you show it to her. Feeling your hand interlock with his, Jaehyun looks down and up at you silently asking for an explanation. Julia eyes the writing before her eyes go wide and jaw goes slack. “That’s right, Elias and Kai won’t need to worry about losing a mother figure in their lives because they’ll have me.” Turning to face Jaehyun, he notices the smile on your face. And finally, you show him the positive results. His world comes to a halt, he doesn’t know what to feel. Yet as he re-reads the black print out letters he can’t help but feel weak in the knees.

“In fact, they’ll even be having another sibling added into their lives.”

[yeehawbrothers]

With eyes like the sea after a storm- Bucky Barnes x reader

<3

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There were many things about him that you admired, many things you studied. If you had to guess, you would assume the god’s above has sculpted him in their own image. As if he was a replica of the best statue, or the brightest summer day. He, of course, has his own imperfections. Things he dispises about himself. Who doesn’t? 

It was moments such as these, that you almost wished you hadn’t met. For if you hadn’t, maybe he’d still be who he once was. A bright eyed young man, his life ahead of him. Not a forlorn shell of himself, locked in a barred room. 

It had happened so fast, you couldnt even be sure how. 

You had both been tasked on taking down a hydra base in the darkened woods of Maine. The kind of tree cover that blocks sunlight on a summers day. Neither of you had been thrilled about this task, but at least it would be quick. Or so you thought. 

The plan was to get in, get the needed information, and get out before the bombs you were set to rig exploded. To you, it seemed overly simple. After everything else you’d faced, it wasn’t something that you thought would weigh on your mind as the jet took flight. You sat across from him, watching as his eyes scanned the pages of a book he was reading. 

You were a collector of sorts, being a Stark allowed this. Many would assume those who hold the Stark name would posses collections of cars and jewels. Houses and estates. This however, was not who you were. The items you possess are often seen as small, or insignificant. But each holds its own stories. One of the many things you collected were books. Hell, a whole corner of your room in the tower was simply bookshelves. The shelves rose so high, that Tony had given you a small ladder that could roll across the linolium flooring and help you reach the top shelves. 

When Bucky had first joined the team, you were hesistant to approach him. He seemed closed off and distant. Who were you to push those walls? It wasnt until you ran into him as he entered the building, a stack of books in his arms, that you had decided he was much more than he seemed. From that point, you made it a priority to talk to him. To include him. At first, it seemed as though he was resistent. As if he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. For you to say you were kidding. After all, someone like you couldn’t really care about someone like him. Could you?

After taking notice of his love for books, you invited him to use your little library. Letting him know he was welcome to take whatever he wanted. He had thanked you, and the topic shifted. From that, you had assumed your offer would go unnoticed. Until one night, around 1am, as the rain pounded against the large glass windows in your room, there was a small knock at the door. Soft, so soft. As if knocking any harder would shatter the night. You were too comfortable in your bed to get up, simply speaking a soft, “Come in.”

There he was. In a regular tshirt and some shorts. What was really the most revealing thing you had seen him wear. He stood for a moment, hesistant in the doorway, until you laid your book to rest on your lap. Softly beckoning for him to enter. He did, as he softly shut the door behind him.

He didn’t speak much that night, simply grabbing a few books and sitting down on the lush carpet by the shelves. The thin sheer of the night was so soft, you resisted offering him a place on your bed. Although he hadn’t said much of anything, you knew something was wrong. Being intuitive had its perks. 

After a few hours, when the rain subsided and your eyes grew heavy with sleep, the restraint you had was broken. 

“Are you okay?” You whispered softly, watching as his head quickly snapped up in your direction. His look one of question and uncertainty. “Yeah.” He said softly, his voice gravely from unuse. “You’re a shit liar.” His eyes widened at your blunt comment, unused to such from you, who often remained quiet and watched, rather than speak out. The exhaustion had distorted your view of the persona you often maintained. The blunt thoughts of your mind slipping through. “You don’t have to tell me. But you’ve been reading the same page for the last 20 minutes.” Your tone was soft and unaccusing, an air of light humor. Something he wasn’t used to. There was silence for a moment, the haze you were in not rushing you to fumble an apology as usual. 

“Just..” He paused, seeming to hesistate in his momentary vulnerability. “Just a nightmare.” His voice was quiet and soft, almost a whisper. If the room hadn’t been so silent, you may not have heard it. 

All was still for a moment, before you sat up farther, leaning against the headboard. Softly patting the spot on your bed next to you. He looked from your hand to your face, unmoving. 

A few minutes, although they felt like hours, passed. Before he slowly rose and softly walked over, sitting on the side of the bed opposite to you. From your viewpoint, you studied the ridges on his back that were visible through the worn fabric. Noticing how tense he was, as If you were going to reach out and strike him for being so foolish as to sit beside you. 

“It’s okay. You can relax.” Your voice was soft, and quiet. His back slowly untensing as he turned slowly and looked at you. He studied your face, seeming to look for any hint of amusement or untruth. He was simply met by a small smile and tired eyes. 

The rest of the night was a blur. You eventually fell asleep. Waking up at around 5 as the sun began to show over the horizon. Attempting to stretch out, finding your movements restricted, you glanced down. He had fallen asleep at some point aswell, his head resting on the plush of your thigh, as one of your many plush blankets covered his upper half. You tensed for a moment, taken aback by this. ‘He fell asleep on me?’ Your furrowed brow turned to a small smile as you noticed the soft look of his face. Fully relaxed and content. A form you had never seen him take.

From that point, the two of you grew closer. Eventually becoming the closest of friends, and even stronger teammates. Even your brother Tony was quick to tease you about this, his inclination to despising the man strangely vacant. You couldn’t help but wonder who paid him off. And yet, although you denied any romance, reminding him platonic relationships existed, he simply giggled and left. Yes. Giggled.

Which led you back to the current moment, watching his blue eyes scan the pages. If there was one thing you couldn’t get enough of, it was his eyes. They were so blue and so soft. They reminded you of the sea after a storm. The hue sometimes changed. Sometimes they were darker, like an evening sky. Sometimes lighter, like a cool backyard pool in the midst of summer. Eye contact was not something you enjoyed. It was something that required effort, and attention. In the midst of remembering to hold it, not hearing what the other person said. This had happened with him many times, but not for that reason. You had simply lost yourself in his eyes. You often felt like you might sink and drown if you stared long enough, but you were never given the chance to test that theory. He would often noticed your silence and stare, assuming you were upset with him and quickly go quiet. You never noticed this, simply blinking as he looked away and continuing the conversation. You missed the look the shot your way, wondering if maybe, just maybe, you didn’t have any ulterior motive. You really were just looking at him. 

He seemed to feel your eyes on him, baby blues flicking up to meet yours. He raised an eyebrow, and you coughed and looked away slightly. Feeling your cheeks burn with the embarrassment of being caught. “Everything okay?” He said softly, his words guiding your gaze back to his. You nodded quietly. Prompting him to set his book down beside him, resting his chin on his hand, leaning forward on his knees. “You’re a shit liar.” You looked up, seeing a small smirk cross his features and you giggled quietly at his remark. 

“Just- nervous. I guess.” You started quietly, the only sound the whirring of the jets as your shoes tapped idly against the cool metal of the floor. He watched, patiently waiting for you to continue. “Its just- its been so long since I’ve been on one of these Hydra missions. I thought I was over…you know..all of it. This should be easy. But I’m just scared that-“ You stopped, your gaze flicking to his before to the floor again. “That?” He said softly. “They’ll get us. Again.” You whispered. “I can’t- I can’t go back. I’ve got too much to lose.” You looked up, expecting judgement. One of the strongest avengers, afraid of a little hydra mission? Pathetic.

But you werent met with judgement, or humor. Simply a sad, understanding smile. “I get that.” He said softly, shifting to sit back in his seat. “But you know Steve wouldn’t have let us go if he didn’t think we’d be okay.” You nodded softly at his words. 

Steve being like a big brother to you, as strange as it was, of course wouldn’t put you in a compromising situation. But there was always a what-if. 

“We don’t have to go.” Your head shot up, your eyes meeting his. “What?” He shrugged. “I don’t know. Its not like they couldn’t find someone else to do it.” You shook your head. “No. I- I want to.” He raised an eyebrow, before sighing and picking up his book once again. “If you say so.”

The rest of the ride was silent, your eyes now looking out the small window beside you. Watching the clouds pass by. From there, your mind settled slightly. Like dust in the desert after a breeze. The jet landed, you both exited and managed to get into the base rather easily. It having been abandoned for years, the locks weren’t the most up to date. You had managed to get to the main control room within a few minutes. This being where the computers with the data you needed to collect resided. Bucky wandered around the room as you got into the computer, inserting the USB and downloading the needed materials. In your focus, you hadn’t noticed he’d gone quiet.  

“Annnddd done. We should be good to go.” You placed the USB in your pocket, zipping it closed. “You know, for such an advanced group the computers sure are-“ You paused, turning around and noticing his position. He stood, ridged as he stared through a glass pane. You walked up beside him, looking through to see a containment chamber of some sort. “Whats that?” You whispered, eyes not leaving the large chair in the middle of the room. Some time passed before you noticed he hadn’t asnwered. “Bucky? You okay?” You turned, noticing the distant gaze on his features. There was no expression, and his once bright blue eyes were now almost grey. “Hey, are you-“ You reached up, gently touching his shoulder as you spoke. In a flash he was on you. His whole body turning as he slammed you into the wall, holding you in place with his metal hand on your throat. You gasped, clawing at him to no avail. “Buck-‘ You wheezed, before instinctively using your abilities to instinctively throw him off you across the room. You gasped, hand going to your throat on instinct. It was sore already, no doubt going to be bruised. You noticed him standing, turning and making his way back towards you. You placed your hands out infront of you, backing up slowly towards the door. “Bucky. Its me. Cmon whats wrong?” His gaze was cold and distant as he made wide steps towards you. It was then you realized, he wasn’t going to stop. Turning and running down the hall, quickly hearing him behind you. You were fast, but he was a super soldier. You started to use your enhancements to slam the doors behind you, buying some time as he slammed them down effortlessly. You managed to get out of the base, hand on the detonation for the bombs. You heard the last door slam down, watching as he stalked out of the doors. Directly towards you. “Bucky. Cmon. I’m not gonna fight you.” He didn’t stop, your words ricocheting off him. You quickly glanced over at the jet. Maybe if you could contain him you could- 

Before the thought had even met your nervous system to prompt movement, he was on you. 

In the two seconds you glanced away he had somehow broken the 15 foot seperation, knocking you to the ground. He sat above you, his hips holding you down. He punched you a few times, luckily using his flesh hand, before you realized what was happening. Sending him flying a few yards away, as you stood and wiped the blood from your face. F.R.I.D.A.Y quickly speaking up through your suit. “Ms. Stark. It appears you are injured. Should I inform Tony of the mission failure?” You coughed. “No. Don’t. I’ve got this.” It was silent for a moment before she responded, “Of course.” 

You would not make the mistake of giving Tony an excuse to hurt Bucky. He already hated him, you weren’t going to give him more ammunition. 

As Bucky once again stalked towards you, you realized he wasn’t going to stop. Waiting until he was a few feet away before speaking a soft, “I’m sorry.” Quickly acting and slamming him backwards onto the ground, holding his limbs down with the grey tendrils of your power. Straddling him quickly as he continued to blindly struggle, before reaching down, using your middle and pointer finger to tap against his temple. He stopped struggling, his eyes glowing the same color as the bounds that held him. You stood, releasing him and beginning to walk to the jet. “Cmon.” He followed blindly, his mind yours. This was the last thing you wanted to do, but you couldn’t get him to the jet alone. And you weren’t going to fight him. 

You walked up the ramp, as he sat on the seat infront of you. You reached into the console and grimaced as you pulled out the metal cuffs. Attaching one to his metal wrist, and one to the metal pole beside him, before removing yourself from his mind. Stepping back as the jet took flight, and his eyes cleared. There was a moment of silence as you detonated the explosives, destroying the facility as it faded into the distance behind you.

He took in a gasping breath, looking around wildly as he mindlessly struggled against the cuff. He quickly noticed you, stopping and staring. You watched his eyes flick across your face, and eventually down to your throat. Where you assumed bruises were forming. Subconsciously, you put you hand up, covering them. You took a soft step forward, freezing as he flinched back. “Hey..hey its just me.” He stared at you, his blue eyes glassy but clear. “You’re okay..” You attempted to move forward again, only for him to try and escape into his seat. Causing you to freeze again, and step back. You tilted your head, your own eyes glassy as your brow furrowed. 

“I..I did that. Didn’t I?” He said softly, looking to your face and neck. You opened your mouth to respond before he yelled, startling you. “FUCK.” You jumped back, eyes wide, never having heard him yell before, much less speak above a soft tone. “Hey its okay I’m-“ He shook his head visciously. “No. No. No. You’re not okay.” His eyes flicking to yours before looking away shamefully. “God I’m so selfish.” You furrowed your brows waiting for him to continue. “I- I’m so sorry. This is my fault. I never wanted to get close enough to hurt you. This g-“ He paused breathing deeply. “This arm. God. I’ve never hated it more.” You went to comfort him, before you noticed how erratic his breathing had gotten. His eyes grew wild as he struggled to breathe. You noticed how it was beginning to get worse. Shit. He was having a panic attack. You choked back a sob as you waved your hand softly, and he fell asleep. Falling limp against the pole beside him.

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Hours later, he awoke with a start. Instinctually attempting to flee, before the large metal restraints that held him to the bed became visible to his clouded mind. He managed to sit, as the cuffs held a strange amount of extra chain, even allowing his hand to reach his face as he roughly forced the sleep from his eyes. It was obvious his comfort was a factor in this. His eyes flickered like a dim candle across the small room he was in. It seemed to be some sort of containment cell, although he’d never seen such a thing with flowers on the table beside him. The bright colors seemed to almost cause him to cower away, like a bat in the bright summer sun. He was unsure how long his gaze had torn them apart, but he knew the sunflowers each had 34 petals. Sunflowers… and daisies. It clicked suddenly, sunflowers. Your favorite. Daisies… Both of which grew in the small garden you had on one of the community floors of the compound. A dagger of pain shot through him at the memories of before his fall to unconsciousness. The bruises across your neck like dark patches of blood across a satin sheet. Oh God, could the stains ever be removed? 

The hallway was silent as a snowy winter night in the mountains as you walked. Sock-clad feet silent against the icy tile floor as the steps taken held a force of uncertainty, and pressure. Approaching the door felt like walking through a hurricane as the force of the thoughts in your head swirled like a tornado through a vacant home. As the door clicked open slowly, the painful vision of the blue eyed man before you caused a pause. At the sound of the door opening, abeit mostly silent, his eyes shot to meet yours. Expecting a scientist or some sort of experimental doctor, instead, landing on your soft gaze as you enter and softly clicked the door closed behind you. As your feet carried you forward, his body pushed back into the bed. Like a wild animal, afraid. Steps paused, soft hands coming up in surrender. “What’re-“ He paused, eyeing you. “What’re you doing here?” The tone his words carried like a spear through your soul. Defeated, confused, mourning.

“I came to check on you… I wanted to apologize.” He laughed, loudly. The sudden loud noise like a gunshot in the silent of the night, as it ricocheted off the metal walls. “Apologize?” He said almost angrily. “To me?” His face was a mix of sadness and anger as his eyes met yours. They were a deeper blue now, almost like the depths of the ocean. The silence of your stare unnerved him as he looked away, eyes cast back to the flowers beside his bed. “You shouldn’t have cut these-“ His eyes turned back, expecting to find you halfway out the door. Instead, seeing you beside the bed. You both stared silently for a moment that seemed to stretch into eons. “I’m sorry.” The whisper from your lips sounded more like a scream to him. “I’m sorry I went into your head. I swore I never would.” The anger drained from his face, like watercolor on a canvas. “I didn’t want to put you in here.” Your eyes cast around the room disapprovingly. “I knew you’d wake up fine..but Tony-“ you cut yourself off, glancing at him before looking back down. “He sees me for what I really am.” He says flatly, “A monster to be contained.” The strings binding your heart seemed to loosen at his words, moving closer. “Don’t say that.” You whispered, reaching for his hand as he pulled back. “But it’s true. I hurt you. I could’ve KILLED you. Don’t you get it? I’m a monster. I’m not redeemable.” He said, looking down as his voice faded into the silence. “I don’t think there’s much I can say to change your mind now…but please, don’t blame yourself. None of this is, or has ever been, your fault. You’re a good man Buck. Everything that happened to you was not by your own volition.” Your hand manages to reach towards his metal one, he doesn’t bother to resist as you move it closer to you, resting your face against the cool metal. “This hand is not a weapon, and neither are you. See? Is anything happening?” The undying chill of the metal glides against your face as he slowly moves it, staring as if seeing it for the first time. “We’re gonna figure this out buck.” His eyes flick to yours as he jolts forward, the chains holding him back. Your eyes take in his defeated form, standing and touching the chains as they come undone like a loose string. His broken eyes meeting yours as you stand, as if nothing could touch you. As if he wasn’t able to snap your neck in a second. He lurches forward again, this time unhindered by the chains as his arms wrap around your waist as he pulls his head towards your torso. Your hand automatically finds placement at his back, as your fingers run through his hair. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you doll.” He says quietly, his voice soft and broken as water stains your clothes. “Just existing is enough.”

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I’ve read over this too many times and i feel as though it’s not the best, but it’s self indulgent at heart.

All the love- A. <3

-i do not give permission for my work to be copied, translated, or posted anywhere but here on this post.

[incorrectbatfam]

I just felt the urge to see this: Bruce and Selina just being cute to each other

They go as Gomez and Morticia Addams for Halloween.

When all the kids are asleep, they bury themselves under five blankets with the cookies they secretly stashed and watch all the movies they normally can't.

One of their dates is at an upscale burger place. They each order a different burger with fancy toppings, but Selina finds she's not a fan of the caramelized onions, so she trades it for Bruce's avocados. But wait, they gave Bruce tomatoes when he said no tomatoes so he swaps it for Selina's sauteed mushrooms. Then she realizes she'd rather have his brioche over her pretzel bun, so they switch again. They keep going until they've swapped burgers entirely.

Before Alfred goes on vacation, he buys two Roombas so Bruce won't destroy the house attempting to clean. Cue Roomba design contests and racing them down the hall.

When Bruce is on a mission without cell signal, Selina communicates with him via pizza delivery.

Bruce commissions a replica Louvre filled with pictures of Selina.

Bruce is the "LOOKIT MY WIFE" guy. Every interview, every conversation, he finds a way to make it about how great Selina is.

And similarly, Selina is like "I got me a man who can..." before going on about something absurd yet sweet Bruce does, like buying an industrial can of beans when she offhandedly mentioned wanting chili

They never knew each other as teenagers, but that doesn't stop them from acting like it. Like Bruce climbing out the window, running a lap around the Manor, and then tossing rocks at the same window so he can sneak Selina out for a late-night drive.

She makes breakfast, he does dinner. He gets evening theater tickets and she takes him to a museum in the afternoon. She gets him a new tie, he gets her a pair of shoes. He treats her like a queen and she treats him like a king, as it should be.

[baby-alien11]

Met Gala (Y/N Ulrich Universe)

taglist (open): @volturi-girl-imagines @dessxoxsworld @camiesully @ethanlandryluver @nowitsmissing @aliciacat20 @gabbylovesreading @nikfigueiredo @itsaaliyah2

Ever since the invitation for you and Jack to attend the 2024 MET Gala arrived, you and Jack along with both teams of stylist started to work for the looks, managing to pull a replica of a Dior vintage dress and Jack got a custom made suit to match with your dress

"I'm not going to let you go with a boring suit", you said to Jack during the design process of the outfits, "We're going to serve in the Gala"

The months previer to the Gala passed between doing personal projects, fittings of the outfits and tests of hair and make up; and when the time to fly to New York for the even, both of you arrived on saturday night, to be able to watch the Miami GP races on sunday, which ended up in Jack being over the moon to watch a McLaren win, which made you happy because it was one of his favorite teams

The monday of the MET Gala, preparations started early with the styling, and the best thing was that the disagner both of you were using wasn't spoiled online, and you were sure of that thanks to being chronically online

"Almost no one is serving", you commented seeing the first looks arriving

"What's with the beige and black colors?", Jack frowned

"I know, they're not with the dress code"

Having multiple views of all the attendants of the event, the styling continued for almost an hour, in which your hair was the longest to get ready, during which Jack got dressed in his blue with embroidered flowers suit

Once your hair and make up was ready, it was time to put on the dress (which they made floor lenght for the gala), shoes, earrings, bracelet, necklace and took the purse chosen for the look, even putting a bit of pink eyeshaown in your tattoo; before leaving for the event, photos and videos of the looks were taken, individually and in couple, before covering both of your looks with black capes and keep the surprise for the carpet

"I remember when getting ready for the Scream premiere, in that same hotel, you said about feeling like going to the MET", Rachel mentioned on the van on the way to the event, "And now both of you are going, how does it feel?"

"I can't believe Anna Wintour knows who we are", Jack said causing laughs for everyone

"Exactly the same thought", you nodded, "I thought it was going to be a few years before attending, but we are going before turning twenty, this is crazy"

Arriving at the MET, a few more minutes after you were able to go down thanks to the guests arriving, and standing in the line to wait to step into the carpet, but feeling a bit nervous to talk to someone, both of you kept the talking between yourselves, until a voice behind you spoke

"Nice outfits guys"

Hearing that voice, both of you stayed in shock for a few seconds before turning to look at Sir Lewis Hamilton with a black outfit and gold accesories, smiling at both of you

"Thank you", Jack said a bit starstruck

"Is Dior?", Lewis asked

"Yeah, I'm wearing a replica of a 1949 Dior and Jack got a customed suit", you explained, "I'm sorry, we didn't introduce ourselves, I'm Y/N Ulrich"

"Hi, Jack Champion"

"You're the kids Max, Carlos, Lance and Mick talk about", Lewis exclaimed recognising your names, "Nice to finally meet you, also I saw the interview, it was amazing"

"Thank you so much", you smiled, "By the way, amazing outfit"

"Thanks, it's inspired by John Ystumllyn, one of the first black gardeners in England", Lewis explained before opening his coat, "Even I have a poem about him in it"

"This is incredible, all the detail in the look", Jack recognised reading the poem, "By the way, we saw the race yesterday, well, all the weekend, it was incredible"

"It hasn't been a good year for us, but we are pushing the car the best way we can, and thank you for the support, and Max said something about both of you going to Monaco for the race"

"Yeah, he invited us, it was one of the gifts in the box", you nodded

"Well, regardless of both of you being in the Red Bull garage, you are welcome to the Mercedes one, also in the Ferrari one next year"

"It's an honor, thank you", Jack nodded

Soon, the conversation was over as a photographer approached asking for a photo of the three of you, at what all of you possed for it; as the line kept conitnuing and the time to pose in the steps, the three of you continued to talk

When the time to go arrived, Lewis gave both of you a few advices on how to pose and to show the outfits, which both of you made sure to follow, not noticing he was taking photos of both of you with his phone

Walking along the stairs, both of you stopped at the top for a Vogue interview

"Now, we have Y/N Ulrich and Jack Champion, one of the IT couples, guys, I love the outfits, I want to know everything about the looks", the interviewer said

"We are wearing Dior, this is a replica of a 1949 couture dress"

"And this is a costum made Dior suit, it was made so we can match, and stay with the theme"

"Stunning, also this your first MET Gala, how does it feel?"

"Surreal", you smiled, "It's like another world"

"Guys, I know you are the Ghostface princess and prince, but today, you are the floral royalty"

"Thank you", both of you smiled blushing a bit

A little after, both of you continue the way to the building, greeting Anna Wintour who was at the steps greeting all the guests, before entering to see the exhibition and meeting more people (which included you and Rachel Zegler finally meeting in person), and then going to the salon where the dinner and show would be held, finishing the first MET Gala for both of you (and fortunately more to come)

[fashionkidswoman]

[raquellemonsta]

toxic boy mom (bokuto koutarou x reader)

masterlist

this idea just randomly came to me. I love bokuto and domestic stuff so I hope you enjoy this too! sorry for any errors :p

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your bed is so much more comfortable than you remember. that's what makes it so hard to get up in the morning, especially when your husband's warmth is still present even when he's gotten up to go for his morning run. for a moment, you feel peace, and it's almost as if you're a kid again, waking up on the weekends and having no responsibilities.

a high pitched squeal breaks you out of your immersion from a life you haven't known in years. the truth is that you do have responsibilities now, to both your husband and your children. reluctantly, you leave the warmth of your bed and head out of your bedroom right across the hall, into your son's room.

the blankets on the bed are rustled, and the bed itself is empty. the crib on the other hand is still housing your littler baby. when he catches sight of you, he excitedly kicks his feet while he begins to drool and babble 'mama', making other noises too.

your beautiful 14-month old, koushin, can be quite the noisy baby (he's more mellow than his brother, however). his facial structure and eye shape reminds you of your own, while he has your mom's eye color. that doesn't mean you can't tell he's a bokuto ; he's always hungry and always laughing. you pick him up and kiss his face all over, causing him to giggle happily and squeeze his mama.

you hear the television from downstairs playing some saturday morning cartoon, and decide to go see how your other son is doing. carefully making your way downstairs with koushin, you catch sight of your other little boy: wrapped up in a blanket and sprawled out on the sofa.

your older son kenji is nearly an exact replica of his father. he has dark hair with bright, golden eyes. the only way you can tell he's not just your husband but tiny is the small birthmark beneath his left eye. it's a little dot that if you look closely enough at is in the shape of a heart. sometimes, you still see him as that little baby that first made you a mother five years ago. he's much bigger now, of course. both of them make your heart swell with love and appreciation for the little family you've created.

"good morning kenji, what are you up to?" you ask. you rub koushin's back which causes him to snuggle closer to you.

"watching tv mama. i'm hungry" he tells you. you set koushin down on the floor in front of his brother, making sure that both of them will be safe and entertained. kenji is always good about looking after his brother, so you aren't worried. you smile and kiss kenji's head before making your way to the kitchen.

your boys love pancakes, so you make the mix and pour it into a pan. you decide to fry up some sausage as well, and while waiting you take the milk out of the fridge and pour it into a glass and sippy cup.

a certain someone makes it back from his run just in time for breakfast. the first thing koutarou notices after taking his shoes off are his two sons in the living room, playing with each other. he can't help but grin at the sight.

"hey hey hey! how are my two favorite guys?" he yells, picking up koushin and tickling him. the baby laughs wildly at all of the excitement his dad brings.

"dad come play cars with us!" kenji begs. bokuto sets his younger son down and grabs a monster truck before making overexaggerated car noises (you can't convince me he wouldn't be this kind of dad).

you laugh at the sudden spike in the noise level, something you've become used to being married to koutarou for several years (and having known him for even longer). right now, you're setting up the high chair for koushin, where you've put cereal puffs and cut up the sausage into small, bite-sized pieces. it's usually not a good idea to set his food down after he's in the chair, because he's known to become quite rowdy and throw the food off of the tray (which was something you learned the hard way on spaghetti night). once you were done setting that up, you made sure everyone else had plates out.

"breakfast is ready!" you shout, almost immediately hearing fast footsteps over to the table. by the time you turn around, kenji is already in his seat and koutaro is holding koushin again.

bokuto sets koushin in the high chair, where he immediately grabs a handful of cereal puffs and shoves them into his mouth. he chuckles before turning to you, expectantly. you give him a deadpan look and wait for him to make a move towards the kitchen to fix his plate, but it seems he's doing the same.

"make your plate yourself koutarou, you're a grown man" you tell him as you walk over to kenji and make sure he has what he wants before you sit next to koushin. normally you would have no problem getting his food for him, but you're preoccupied with the kids right now and he is entirely capable of serving himself. like you told him, he's a grown man.

you swear his hair nearly deflates as he immaturely pouts. you don't back down, though, and turn your attention to your kids. koutarou unwillingly goes to make his own plate. one thing is unfortunately clear to him: koutarou is jealous of your children.

he loves his kids more than anything of course (except for you who he loves just as much), he just doesn't understand why you show all of your attention to them nowadays and not as much to him. he actually does understand that part, because he has the cutest kids in the world. it's not that he wants to be jealous of them, it's just sometimes he misses when you weren't spread so thin.

what he doesn't understand is that it's not your choice to be showing him less attention. motherhood is tiresome, since your kids demand your attention every waking moment. since you've started working from home to be able to take care of your children, you've been engulfed with tasks around the house. you're tired all of the time no matter how much sleep you get, and you feel like you haven't had time to yourself in forever. it's something that your husband doesn't seem to notice, though he's always been painfully oblivious. he hasn't even noticed you haven't gotten a plate for yourself in an effort to make sure your kids are taken care of.

that is until after he starts eating from his plate, and notices you still watching koushin.

"honey, aren't you going to get a plate?" he asks. you look at him in slight surprise that he even noticed.

"in a minute" you say, though he can tell from the tone that you definitely won't be moving a minute from now. he pushes out his chair and heads to the kitchen, plating some food before making his way back to the table and pushing it in front of you. you look up at him and he can see the exhaustion written in your face.

"go lay down my sweet. breakfast in bed! i'll take care of the boys" he tells you in his happy-go-lucky tone. your eyes fill with surprise and you look to your children before shifting back to your husband.

"are you sure?" you question him seriously.

"of course. only the best for mom" he gave you a kind smile, the very one you had fallen in love with years ago. it's always able to make you feel better. somewhat reluctantly, you take your plate up to your room and head back to bed, shutting your eyes peacefully.

unbeknownst to you, bokuto is going to work downstairs. while the kids are preoccupied, he pulls out the vacuum and starts to deep clean (or at least the bokuto version of a deep clean), putting dishes away and picking up toys. it takes him several hours, but the house looks perfect by the time he's done.

"hey boys, want to help dad make dinner tonight?" he yells to his two sons, who both excitedly agree. he decides to make something simple but that he knows you'll enjoy. he's no chef, but he's willing to push his limits for you.

he lets kenji help out more than koushin (because what kind of dad would he be making a baby cook dinner? actually that could be interestin-), and soon enough they have dinner plated and ready to bring upstairs.

kenji carries the plate, while koushin brings a flower from out back. koutarou knocks on the door as a formality before opening the door to see his beautiful wife, reading a book. you place a bookmark in it before looking at your little family in shock.

you encourage them to come closer so you can see what they've made. the plate looks wonderful, and your heart feels full with love for your adorable babies.

"oh my goodness, this looks amazing! did you do all of this for me?" you ask. your little ones nod, causing you to smile even brighter. you pull the two of them into a hug before kissing both of their heads.

"my perfect, sweet boys" you rub their backs before looking up and meeting eyes with your husband. similarly to breakfast, he has an expectant look on his face.

"and you too bo, i guess" you joke, pretending to add it as an afterthought.

your children burst out laughing at the dejected look on their father's face. he nearly had tears in his eyes and a huge pout.

"you're toxic! toxic!" he suddenly points and sticks his tongue out at you.

"kou i'm not a toxic" you say. you can't help but shake your head at his antics.

"yes you are. you're a toxic boy mom and you can't tell me otherwise."

"i can't be a toxic boy mom if we only have sons?"

"i don't care. you're a toxic boy mom who favors your boys over me" he pouts.

"you're a big baby sometimes, you know that?" you roll your eyes in disbelief. you can't help but laugh at his ridiculous behavior, but it's one of the reasons you fell in love with him in the first place. you give him a kiss before digging into the dinner they so graciously made for you, while your kids start teasing their dad that you like them more as he argues back.

sometimes it feels like you have three kids in this house.

[thewritersofdeceased]

THIS IS HALLOWEEN

THE GHOST BOYS X READER <33

ALL PLATONIC

GENDER NEUTRAL PRONOUNS // THEY THEM!!

"THIS IS HALLOWEEN, THIS IS HALLOWEEN!" A voice cheered, letting out laughs as he ran alongside another boy. Whilst walking, Y/N would raise a brow at the sight of the local paperboy running alongside another. The invisible boy that nobody seemed to talk to in school. They were walking alone, clutching their bag of candy in hands. They knew who the group was, but talking to them was out of the question. Their eyes scanned the group, taking note of all the boys. People would call them mean or not, Y/N couldn't exactly remember the rumors that people would spread. Though they didn't care at all. It wasn't their business.

Continuing to walk, they tensed up slightly at the sound of footsteps behind them. They hadn't know who's footsteps they were, but they tried their best to ignore them. "Just keep walking. Just.... Keep walking." They whispered to theirselves, putting pressure on their legs as they walked. Before they heard a voice and felt someone tap their shoulder. Spinning quickly on their heel, they glanced at the boy that had tapped their shoulder. Finney Blake. One of the baseball kids of Denver. "Hey! Y/N, right? Your costume looks sick!" He complimented with a smile. He was nice. One of the more... nicer ones. At least when they asked about him in the schools. Standing with a rather confused look now, Y/N gave a slight smile in return to the other boys warm and genuine one. "Thanks... your costume's pretty cool too." Finney's costume almost looked like it was some kind of star royalty.

A crown of black and blue, a cape that had the constellations and stars all over it, dragging lightly behind him. He was wearing a fancy outfit too. Dark blue, purple, black and gold. It looked nice, Y/N could admit. Finney's smile had grown larger at the compliment, his eyes closing for a moment. "Thanks! I got help from Bruce.." He explained, motioning over to the baseball star, who was talking to a girl about two years younger. The baseball star was dressed as a zombie. He had made it so his left eye was no longer its usual shade of brown, but purely white with red splotches along his face. Indicating blood.

Bruce wore almost a replica of his usual outfit. A short sleeved white t-shirt with green sleeves, green collar, jeans and sneakers. Though it looked ripped. His shirt almost looked like a crop top, but it wasn't fully. His jeans were ripped too. One a full leg, the other like pair of shorts. His shoes and socks were normal. His stomach looked bloodied, like it's been cut open of some sort and he let himself bleed out. He had a bite mark on one arm, seeing as he must've been transformed into a zombie.

Y/N’s eyes soon landed on the local paperboy and the younger boy from before. The paperboy, whom they now realized to be Billy Showalter, was dressed as a makeshift wolf. Having what looked to be a headband with gray wolf ears on it, a belt that looked like a tail. He looked pretty decent. He had a red flannel on, black ripped jeans and a pair of sneakers. His flannel had only one full sleeve, but Y/N wouldn’t judge. Most werewolf movies always had ripped clothing. A soft hum escaped them before they spoke aloud. “All your outfits look good. I’m just a basic ol’ (c/c).” They explained, but Finney raised a brow. “Are you kidding me? Your outfit looks awesome!” He spoke happily, hearing a pair of footsteps walk towards him. Robin, his closest friend, but sometimes they acted more than that.

“Finn, you ready? Vance is close to stealing someone’s candy if you don’t hurry up.” The boy with the mask commented, lifting it up and letting it rest on his head, where his bandana would usually be. He wore a hockey mask, carrying a hockey stick with his bag of candy on the end of it.  "Oh. Hey Y/N!" He then greeted, giving a smile to the (h/c)'d individual. Robin was a relaxed kid, having no issues with anybody but a boy by the name of Moose. That kid was a douchebag, everyone knew that. Finally, Y/N's eyes landed on Vance Hopper. A kid who always got into more fights than Robin. They've heard the rumors around the school, but stuck to their own. Not like they cared about the rumors, it wasn't their issue to begin with.

Vance was covered in stitches. At least that's what it looked like. He had stitches all over his body. His arms, face, legs, hands. He basically looked like an experiment covered in stitches. It looked pretty cool. He had fake blood trailing down his face and head. He was complaining to Bruce and Amy, his eyes narrowed as he spoke, using his hands as he spoke. Y/N couldn't hear him, but knowing what Robin, Vance was getting impatient with how Finney was taking his time.  "Yeah, I'm ready! Oh! Y/N, do you wanna join us?" Finn answered before facing Y/N and smiling widely again. 

"You want me to join? I mean- if you don't mind. That'd be nice." Y/N spoke calmly, rubbing the back of their neck with the hand not carrying their bag of candy.  "We don't mind at all! Come on! Join the Halloween fun!"

[rosasstrangemelody]

uhm hello 🙂‍↕️

im fellow magnifico defender and ive been having a blast reading your blog!! your artworks are (wait for it) magnificent and your posts and reblogs always hit the mark for me 🤲🏻

so, if its not too much trouble, csn i ask what are your fav headcanons for Magnie? and if you ship him with someone, who would that be?

Hi! 👋🏼 I'm glad that someone else found some peace in my corner! Your caring really cheers me up!

Thanks for asking, I'd really love to share some headcanons about our cinnamon roll (I really like this nickname for him, it sounds delicious and creamy!)

So, where do I start...? Ah-ha!

I will start with the first one:

✧• His Zodiac. According to the behaviors I saw from him (and the similarities that exist between me and him), he has the zodiac of Aries (same about Melody) and his birthday is around the beginning of April (you consider the tenth) BUT, but his horoscope is Leo, what most of you guessed and it really reflects his personality. He has the awe and power of a lion.

✧• His originality. Magnifico is a kind of hybrid. His mother, Rosa, is Spanish, and his father, Arnold, is of Scandinavian origin (almost Norworigin). The fiery spirit—and the Viking in him—is just like his father's, as well as their appearance. While his mother is calmer, more compact (but she can also be more fiery than them!) And his father used to tell him stories about his ancestors and was very proud of his origins.

✧• This one is a bit trivial but I like it. His hair is actually a bit wavy-curly, just like his mother's. But because he uses a lot of magical softening solutions, its material has become smoother and silkier.

✧• Another trivial but obvious thing, he is a cat person. Even some of his behaviors are like one (and maybe because he can turn into a cat lately- thanks to Melody)

✧• Maybe someone else mentioned this one before, but I also like it and keep it in my favorites. He is a foodie guy with high metabolism, and he has a sweet tooth– It should be noted that caffeine and sweets do not have such a positive effect on him.

✧• While he has a slightly stubborn, arbitrary and defiant personality towards anyone who doesn't know him properly (which is due to his traumas in my opinion), he lets his guard down in front of the person/people who understand him well and sympathize with him. He opens the gates of his heart to that person in hopes of understanding his decisions and intentions more, but well, most of the time he just gets stabbed right in the heart because they get a wrong impression of him. That's why he is more careful and withdrawn than ever.

✧• What all of Magnifico's defenders and even others know now is that he has PDSD. It's not something new, but it's VERY IMPORTANT because it's a basic foundation in his personality and some special behaviors, that's why he is paranoid and cautious in making decisions. I thought he might have OCD, but I found these symptoms mostly in Melody (as well as DID for her)

✧• I think this big guy knows a little bit of ballet (I mean, look at his shoes and the bandages wrapped around his legs, aren't they familiar?) And this seems to have been taught to him by Amaya (because the ballet dancer at the beginning of the movie is Amaya) and it makes sense if we put these together. So I come to the conclusion that he has a very flexible body ✧.*

✧• In addition to the dignity and awe of a king with iron fists, he behaves more like a quirky princess in his solitude. He acts a bit dramatic and sings to himself songs with irrelevant rhymes– especially if he wants to vent his feelings (he is not a professional musician, so you should not expect a masterpiece from him)

✧• He's still a little kid who has a replica of his own kingdom and plays with his wooden citizens, but only when no one is around. This human is very fond of glittery things, you can find some in his clothes and cape.

I think that's enough for now because the rest will be written in my story - I don't want to spoil his whole character here.

And about shipping him with someone.. Yes, I ship him with my OC, Melody. (Maybe they have a ship name like Magnelody or something, It's easy and fluent to say it.)

Although, I know some people's interest was slightly dampened when I decided that Melody was no longer Magnifico's daughter and I completely changed the story when I started writing it, because I already had another story with a character with the same name and character, then I decided to link them together. The cups were swapped at the last moment!

There are also headcanons for both of them together, if you want, I can tell it in a separate post.

[skyflyinginaction]

Keyblade Design analysis

This is another Kingdom Hearts post that I am doing; this time it will talk about keyblade designs. This post is about discussing the keyblade designs, I will not talk about all keyblades just these keyblades by certain characters this post is about how to design a keyblade by looking at how these keyblades are designed so you might have an idea of how to design a keyblade for your oc. 

Keyblades have something to do with the characters themselves since they reflect the heart of their wielder; this is referenced in The Design of the Keyblades because it references the characters who wield them. The keyblade's designs don’t just reference the characters but also their role in the story.

The keyblades in the game are based on worlds that Sora visited and their stats and abilities. I am not going to focus on the designs of all keyblades but on the main cast's keyblades.

Let's first off start with Sora and his key blade,

In concept art Sora was originally going to wield a chainsaw but it was scrapped to something more harmless in design keeping it Disney friendly to the players.

The concept behind the keyblade in the creator's comments is a key that frees hearts stolen by enemies so it was created based on that. 

The keyblade is The main weapon that Sora uses in Kingdom Hearts, the kingdom key is the keyblade that Sora usually wields in the series the eternity of Kingdom Hearts was created around it. Let's look at the design of the iconic basic key blade also known as the kingdom key,

Kingdom Key

Design:

At the end of the keyblade, the teeth of the key silhouette are a crown, if you look closely it is shaped like a crown. It has the Kh logo located in its design, the crown matches the same crown necklace that Sora wears and the series is a reference to the series title where you see in the title. 

The hilt guard is round and curvy Disney's trademark style as well and colored yellow the color yellow is a reference to Mickey Mouse's yellow shoes, mickey token on the end of the keychain reflects that blend of Disney as seen in its design the weapon would be a blend of Disney and final fantasy which is seen well in the kingdom keys design. 

Name:

For the Titles of the keyblades I believe that the names of the keyblades mean something The names of the keyblades have a much deeper meaning I think this is intentional by Nomura this is seen in The name of the keyblade is called Kingdom Key, a reference to kingdom hearts since this keyblade is The key to kingdom hearts. 

Sora was not originally the keyblade chosen it was Riku but since he was consumed by darkness since Sora earned the right to wield the keyblade the keyblade design matches that though originally belonged to Riku but went to Sora the kingdom keys design reflects Sora and Riku.

The design says something about Sora as a character with the color yellow in the design suits soras’ bright and cheerful personality the kingdom key is simple in the design notes that Sora is just a simple normal kid deep down who wants to spend time with his friends the keyblades design reflects that since sora is simply simple and clean pun intended which is why the keyblades designed suit sora since its simple in design. 

But what does the keyblade say about these two characters who wield well let's go over it, shall we?

The kingdom key is the default form of Roxas and Xion keyblades 

Roxas the reason why Roxas can wield the keyblade is that he is the nobody of Sora. Xion, Xion can wield a key blade because she is a Replica of Sora, Xion is a puppet created to capture Sora’s memories and abilities she captures Sora's memories and abilities which should explain why she has the same kingdom key as the keyblade they both wield, in fact, sora’s key blade.

Oath keeper and Oblivion

Let's talk about the two Oath Keeper and Oblivion, they are both iconic keyblades of the game and that is mostly credited to their designs, the two keyblades are symbolic of Sora’s memories and the bond of Riku and Kairi repeatedly and are shown repeatedly their design. Let's start with the design of the Oath Keeper itself is symbolic of Sora’s memories and feelings of Kairi and it's seen in the small details in the design. 

Design:

The teeth at the end of the keyblade are in the shape of the kanji, the Japanese characters for light. There are two hearts displayed on the keyblade which is a reference to both Sora and Kairi. 

The hilt guard resembles two angel wings; we associate angels with goodness and light; they act as a guide for others; this notes Kairi being Sora's guide for his way back home but also represents Sora and Kairi. There is a rainbow at the end, which is a reference to that light is made up of many colors. 

It has a paopu fruit keychain, a reference to Kairi’s wayfinder—Sora's bond with her.

The design references that it is a keyblade of light and notes that Kairi is Sora’s light in the darkness, Kairi is Sora’s light in a metaphorical sense it reflects in the design of the keyblade

Name:

The name of the oath keeper comes from Sora’s promise to Kairi after she gives him her lucky charm and promises to return it to her in Japanese refers to the lucky charm itself and the promise Sora made to Kairi respectively. 

Design

The design of oblivion is designed to contrast with oath keeper just as oath keeper is a keyblade of light oblivion is a keyblade of darkness. 

The teeth are in the shape of the Japanese character for darkness, and the hilt guard has two bat-like wings, a reference to Riku and Soul Eater which have bat wings. 

The keychain is a different colored version of Sora’s necklace, this is a reference to the early stages Riku gives Sora a keychain just like a lucky charm Riku is Sora’s opposite his rival and best friend his darkness to his light reflected best in the keychain the black color is a reference to darkness this is a reference to Riku who used darkness and to sora who turned into a heartless at one point.

The diamond on the keyblade came from Hollow Bastian, this notes Riku and Sora’s confrontation in Hollow Bastian battle with Riku. 

Name: 

The definition of oblivion means the state of having forgotten associated with the memories that are passing away, the Japanese name for oblivion is passing memories; this might reference how Sora reaches the levels of castle oblivion Losing his memories in castle oblivion in the process.

Roxas can dual Wield because he is the nobody of Sora who possesses his own heart and veins, Roxas obtains a second keyblade after absorbing Xion so the two keyblades that Roxas wields are Sora’s and Ven’s Oblivion is Vens keyblade not Xion’s, Xion was the catalysts to roxas awakening oblivion but the second keyblade is ven’s not Xion's 

The name of Oblivion and Oathkeeper notes Roxas and Ven as well, Oblivion notes the fate of nobody, fading into nothingness or oblivion, Roxas begins forgetting Xion following her destruction with Riku’s and Roxas memories of Xion fading during their fight, Roxas fate at kh2 he goes back to sora. This can be noted in how Even sacrificed himself to stop Vanitas from creating the X-blade and how his body is now residing in castle oblivion. 

There is some reference to the oath keeper and what it has to do with Roxas, this notes Roxas's promise to Xion to set kingdom hearts free.

Soul Eater 

The weapon that Riku was wielding in the game is not a keyblade but a sword, it is a sword without a blade.

the soul eater design,

Design:

The blade is shaped like a demonic wing. Demons are associated with darkness; this reflects the darkness that Riku carries in the game and how Riku is forced to rely on darkness in the chain of memories. 

The eye on Soul Eater is the gazing eye in the series, Xehanort wielded the gazing eye in the game it references Xehanort and Xehanort's possession of him as Ansem in Kingdom Hearts. 

Name:

Soul Eater's name is based on the ability of the dark knight class, kingdom hearts is a blend of final fantasy and Disney so it will have some final fantasy thrown in so it's not surprising that classes are mentioned soul eater can consume an individual spirit causing disease that can be fatal this can note to how darkness once consumed Riku and his reliance on it. 

Way to Dawn 

The second weapon Riku wields is the Way to Dawn; it is a keyblade, not a sword.

The keyblade design is meant to reflect Riku's nature as a being halfway between both light and darkness, diz even said that Riku belongs in the twilight.

Design:

The design of the keyblade is based on soul eater, the demon wing and the gazing eye are passed over in the design, and the hilt of the guard is comprised of an angelic wing and demon wing this references oath keeper and oblivion this note details notes his bond to sora who wielded both oath keeper and oblivion.

The angelic wing acts as the teeth of the key I pointed out before in this post that angels represent good so the angel wings reference Riku's alignment to good he is now aligned with the good guys and tries to help others ever he can be a nobody symbol is a note how Riku wore an organization coat worn by nobodies. The heartless keychain reference to Riku's dark form and how he transformed into Ansem in Kh 2

Name:

The name comes from the line at the end of chain of memories when Riku declares to Diz that he is walking on the road to dawn. Riku is scared of darkness now is accepting it and is walking his path and will do better to be a better person and not forget to protect what matters to him moving forward to a new tomorrow 

Braveheart

Riku’s new keyblade is called Braveheart, 

Design:

Braveheart is designed after a dimple key and is a lot more blocky and sturdy; it symbolizes Riku’s newfound strength that Riku finally acquires after many trials. The transition of Riku’s weapons references Riku's character arc that he goes through in the series.

Braveheart is used as a weapon of the warrior of light in Dissidia, use of final fantasy is prevalent in kingdom hearts and is noted in the weapons it symbolizes Rikus's role as a guardian of light.

The keychain at the end is a Mickey Mouse keychain the same one as the Kingdom key it notes His bond with Mickey and the fact that he obtained a real keyblade. 

Name:

The name Braveheart infers how he finally overcomes his doubts and fears and vows not to stray from the path again he finally acquired the courage to face his fears.

Destiny’s Embrace

Is Kairi’s keyblade The reason Kairi can use a keyblade is that Kairi gripped Aqua's keyblade when she was being attacked by an unversed unknowingly having the keyblade passed to her. 

It looks to be a feminine keyblade because of the flowers but when I looked closely it says a lot more about Kairi as a character and her bond with Sora. 

Design:

The teeth at the end of the keyblade are a bouquet of colorful flowers and a silhouette of the heart. The heart notes Sora and Kairi’s bond and the flowers can reference Kairi picking flowers in Radiant Garden. The hilt guard has a heart with a crown on top that references that Kairi is a princess of heart.

Kairi’s keyblade design itself references Destiny Islands, the handle is in the shape of a breaking wave and has a vine wrapping around the shaft the wave references the tide that washes up in the sand the ocean of Destiny Islands the vine where the hilt is formed references the greenery on destiny islands. The keyblade has colors that resemble a sunset off of Destiny Island; the silken red rope references the sunset Sora and Kairi watched. Paopu fruit as a keychain is the recurring symbol of the bond between sora and Kairi 

Name:

The keyblades name may reference that Aqua accepting that their meeting is not a coincidence was meant to happen and she was sent to Destiny Islands by Xehanort when she was a child to fulfill her destiny to find the keyblade bearer it could also mean that Kairi is embracing her role as a princess of heart. In Japanese it is called Destiny Place. I think this refers to Destiny Islands Kairi's home which is read as Destiny Place.

Now time for the bbs trios' keyblade designs, the designs of their keyblades are based on their names, stats, and abilities the keyblades Have the same color scheme as the bbs trio. 

Let's start with the design of Ven’s keyblade

Wayward Wind

Design:

Ven's keyblade is shaped like a wing and wielded in reverse with the teeth of the keyblade having a wing shape. 

The wing blade abilities note this design aspect. 

The keychain is a green gem with silver feathers that can reference how Ven casts spells with spirals around it. Green is Ven’s main color so his color scheme is green since it's based on wind his attacks are based on the wind so the color green is associated with the wind as a final fantasy term there are some final fantasy elements sprinkled in 

Aspects of the keyblade design such as the color scheme based on the armor on Ven’s shoulder when he transforms

Name:

The name of the keyblade is a reference to Ven’s name which means wind in Latin so it would have a name related to wind the English and Japanese names have something to do with Ven himself. In Japanese it is called fresh breeze, a reference to Ven’s Outgoing inquisitive personality. A breeze is considered refreshing, relaxing, and cool. This can show that Ven is refreshing like a fresh breeze.

The other name is wayward wind, the definition of wayward means very unpredictable and difficult to control and predict it can infer to someone who wouldn’t do as someone said this is a reference to how he runs away from the land of departure defying Eraqus's orders to look for terra and defying vanitas in creating the x blade.

Rainfall

Next up is Aqua’s keyblade rainfall,

Design:

 The design is thin delicate, and feminine, the blade is thin and doesn’t look like a sword but a wand the keyblade is Based around a wand from a magician this notes that Aqua is the main spell caster and that she specializes in magic which is why the keyblade Looked like a magic wand. 

The keyblade has a water droplet silhouette, and the keychain link and token are made up of water droplets. These details refer to aquas own name which means water in Latin. 

The blue color scheme is the color scheme of aqua though the design references the armor that she wears. 

Name:

I wanted to know what rainfall means to Aqua. Aside from referencing her name, the name is a reference to the weather. Rain is drops of water falling to the earth that can change depending on the size of the drops. I think this can reference Aqua personally, kind but wavering heart. 

Earthshaker

Next is Terra keyblade earth-shaker, 

Design:

The keyblade’s design resembles a hammer, in the game, the way Terra comes down on his keyblade in the gameplay resembles a hammer that can reference his strength. 

The guard is crafted from omega insignias the omega is a final fantasy term used to denote strength and could reference terras physical strength,  the keychain is a rock fragment a reference to his name means earth in Latin.

The color scheme and design of the keyblade note Terra's armor when he transforms since brown is earthy and Terra's name means earth in Latin. The keyblade is blocky; this can infer His strong indomitable will. 

Name:

What does the name of the keyblade mean? Other than it could reference terras name relating to earth however earth shaker means bringer of earthquakes, an earthquake is a geographical phenomenon that the tectonic plates moving known to cause devastation what does it have to do with terra This can very well note his strength hut how he defies Xehanort to protect his friends and his will resisted Xehanort its something even Xehanort couldn’t predict. 

Kingdom Hearts is a lot to remember I might have forgotten something while I was writing this post, I am not planning to cover all the characters' keyblades so I didn’t mention Micky, vanitas, Xehanort, and Eraqus I only focused on the main cast so I might have not mentioned it due to how much it is to remember.

While I was writing this I learned there are some things to keep in mind while you are designing this.

Look at the keys for references:

If you look at keyblades they are just regular keys, which can be handy when you design a keyblade riku’s for example is taken from a dimple key. The key doesn’t have to be taken from a lock key, it can be taken from anything including motorcycle keys. Look at different keys so you might be able to use them to design your character. 

Keep the Disney and Final Fantasy intact in your design:

Kingdom Hearts is a blend of Disney and Final Fantasy and it is seen in the names and designs of keyblades, Kingdom hearts is an RPG so you might see Final Fantasy in it.

The kingdom key has more Disney-style elements in its designs with the Mickey Mouse keychain and the round and curved handle. 

Braveheart, soul eater, and omega are terms taken from Final Fantasy, with Soul eater and omega based on abilities in Final Fantasy used in the names of the keyblades. 

Even if you are not entirely familiar with Final Fantasy this might come in handy, there are a lot of Disney references so you might be able to relate to it more since you know more about Disney than about Final Fantasy.

The keyblade designs need to be based on the characters themselves:

I stated before that keyblades reflect the heart of the wielder and that is true in their designs.

This can be handy if you're designing a keyblade with your oc, it says something about the personality of the OC.

For example, Kairi’s keyblade is based on her bond with Sora and her home destiny islands. The flower can mean many things though mostly I think it is the flower Kairi used to pick in Radiant Garden. You can design it based on the oc’s memories like with Sora and his friends Kairi and Riku. 

The trio’s keyblades are based on their names even their abilities are taken from their abilities Ven’s has attacks based on agility, Terra’s abilities on strength, and Aqua specializes in magic since she is the main magic user of the trio Terra’s and Ven’s abilities are based around wind and the earth since Terra strong as the earth, Ven is quick as the wind the way Aqua casts her spells in gameplay she sprinkles around like water since her abilities are based around water.

Be creative when you design keyblades:

When it comes to creativity you have to work with what you have. For example, if you choose light, or darkness for the main theme of the keyblade you half work in the constants like oblivion and Oathkeeper based on Sora’s memories of Riku and Kairi, Riku, and Kairi are light and dark shown in the keyblades. Oathkeeper and Oblivion are based on light and darkness so they have elements that correspond with that Oathkeeper and oblivion teeth have the kanji for light and dark further referencing this. 

I believe that the reason why Wayward Wind is wing-shaped is that it has a lot to do with wind, so Ven’s keyblade has elements that are based on wind. I also think it symbolizes how Ven travels to other worlds via Ven’s keyblade glider. 

Though not always that is something to keep in mind when you design.

This is the hardest post to write since there is so much to think about when you design a keyblade it gets tiring to mention all of it at the same time this post is not a how-to design your keyblade but but an idea on what to think when you are designing a keyblade for your oc. 

I hope this post can help you or give you a better idea of how to design keyblades. 

[vivianbernadetteaurora]

Maddie euphoria

Well, they didn’t know what they wanted to do with Maddie. What they did because Alexa Demi is so beautiful. Who were able to achieve this early 2000 where she looks like a cross between her clothes wise and she’s Latina., of Adina Lima one of the outfits stated cheese for an exact replica of an outfit earlier while it should I put in this picture. But like I did that post on millennial clothes and skins compared to this euphoria don’t know what the difference is is it that fashions or available young girls? Is it because young girls are only buying high fashion stuff?, is it the parents are buying it for them because I vividly remember my first job was at 15 ,oh the irony.

Which was able to buy my own kind of clothes with but also, as much online stuff ,. but because of 2000s have had to ring Rennaissance. The clothes that we couldn’t wear but celebrities were wearing these kids seem to have them all and they are even still really expensive., add accessories and bags and shoes and stuff like that, at least £100 or two for an outfit .

So I’ve always noticed in programs they always have an amazing wardrobe for the job program that they’re trying to present, but I can imagine the wardrobe on euphoria was a lot of money, and yes, maybe Cassie, and maybe not so much, because Rue is a tomboy, and she always wears her dad‘s Hoodie along with, quite a minimal outfit.

And then Cassie is only in blues and pinks, throughout season one and two I saw a whole video analysis of this, because he was the only character who haven’t had any, Cassie’s character had the opposite of growth. She is really strong and the beginning of the, wooden I’ve slept with her best friends boyfriend., she seems to be stuck in the pallette of the baby pink and baby blue.

But the difference between Genzie and millennial fashion, millennial fashion with probably poor TV shows and a large charity shops and places, H&M and new look, where euphoria clays will probably brought, couture. Boutiques and places like that maybe even Etsy., because you can buy these celebrity, rip off or replica.



[sailtomarina]

Single parent

“Albrecht, Hydrangea!”

Neville nearly choked on his gulp of butterbeer at the sight of a little girl hopping forward who looked like the exact replica of his longest and most hidden crush. Her short black hair shone briefly before it was engulfed in the ratty material of the Sorting Hat, and she sat for what he considered to be an oddly long amount of time given who he suspected was her mother. Legs kicked in anticipation, patent leather shoes impeccably clean.

“Gryyyyyyfindor!”

This time the tabletop in front of him was his target, his next mouthful of liquid spat across its surface at the hat’s proclamation. His fellow teachers tutted and fussed over him.

“Neville, are you quite alright?” asked Cho, who taught Flying after Madam Hooch retired a handful of years prior. She patted his back in concern as he nodded weakly in response.

“Bloody hell, Longbottom, you almost ruined the pasties.” This time it was Malfoy who spoke up, just before he floated the plate with said pasties out of reach so he could take a couple.

“S-sorry. I was just surprised…is that Pansy’s daughter?”

Malfoy glanced over to where Neville jerked his head and followed the girl’s skip towards the red and gold-bedecked table.

“Yeah, that’s little Hydrangea. Pans is going to flip out when she hears.” He barked out a sharp laugh and nodded back at the children who waved his way. Malfoy’s son, Scorpius, sat with the rest of the lions despite his own house affiliation, and cleared a spot next to him for Hydrangea to take a seat.

“It’s nice to see some inter-house friendships forming so young,” Neville mused, eyes still on the children. He considered them fortunate to grow up in circles that no longer held to the traditional separation of families and houses.

There were still exceptions, of course. Some refused to move on from their prejudices, opting to avoid affiliation as much as possible. Oddly enough, the ones he could think of came from those who had remained neutral during the war, like the Zabini and Greengrass families. They were in the minority, though, as more recognizable names like the Malfoys, Notts, Bulstrodes, and even Goyles sought not only amends with Muggle-borns, but friendships and marriages.

Neville recalled the shock that had rocked the wizarding community once news broke of Malfoy and Hermione’s relationship. It had easily eclipsed Harry and Theo’s elopement only a few months prior. 

“We only had to bleed a little to make it happen,” Malfoy muttered darkly, taking a savage bite out of his pasty. “Don’t go playing favorites with Gea, by the way. She’s every bit as manipulative as her mother.”

Neville swallowed hard and tried to maintain a neutral expression. “What do you mean? Why would I play favorites?”

“One, I know you’ve always held a torch for Pans—”

“Now wait a minute—”

“Two, you can’t help but have a soft spot for anyone with a flower for a name—”

“Malfoy—”

“Three, with Pans recently divorced, becoming her kid’s favorite teacher obviously gives you an in.”

Divorce?

Malfoy rolled his eyes when he noticed his fellow professor’s open mouth. “Don’t you read the Prophet?”

“I’ve been a little busy preparing the greenhouses for the school year.” Neville had indeed neglected to keep up with the news for at least the past handful of months. Truth be told, he hadn’t paid any mind to the headlines since they’d hounded him over his own recent divorce with Hannah. Speaking of…

His eyes slid over to his ex-wife where she sat between Hagrid and Headmaster McGonagall. Their separation hadn’t been terrible, but they still avoided one another whenever possible. Now that she was Matron of Hogwarts’ infirmary, he had to be extra careful to not get injured dealing with the school’s many dangerous plants. 

“Yes, well, Pans is coming up this weekend to visit. You should join us for dinner Friday night.”

Malfoy invited him as casually as asking him to take a flight around the Quidditch pitch, or discussing plant specimens for his Potions class.

“If you don’t want me playing favorites with Hydrangea, why would you invite me to dinner?”

Again, Malfoy rolled his eyes and Neville was tempted to hex him so they’d stay that way. He’d have to ask Hermione later how she dealt with him like this.

“I don’t have anything against you shagging her, just with spoiling her daughter. Trust me, you do not want to find yourself wrapped around Gea’s finger—she’d make your class a living hell.”

Neville could feel the heat rising up his neck and filling his cheeks. “Should you really be talking about your friend like that? I’m not going to shag her—”

“Oh, you’re not?”

“I mean, I’d like to eventually, but—”

“There you go, Longbottom. Pansy likes honesty, so you should just keep being the open book that you are.”

Neville bit his lip as he considered the idea of joining them. There was no rule preventing teachers from relationships with student parents. Neither of them were married any longer. Perhaps this was his chance to do what he’d wanted to since he’d first met Pansy Parkinson.

“Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’ll be there.”

Grinning in that infuriatingly smug way of his, Malfoy thumped him on the back. “I’ll send Mivvy your way earlier in the evening to help you get ready.”

At Neville’s look of confusion, the git had the gall to arch a brow and wave towards his clothing.

“We’re talking about Pansy. Appearances are kind of her obsession. You could at least put a little effort in to catch her attention. You can wow her with your no-doubt fantastic personality afterward.”

Neville glanced down at his robes, the hem still slightly stained from the mud he’d siphoned off them earlier.

“You should keep the fragrance, though. She’ll love that,” Malfoy continued.

“Fragrance? What fragrance?” Neville was baffled. He never wore colognes since heavy scents often clashed with sensitive plants. Malfoy should know that, often working with Potions that required just as much careful handling.

“I meant your natural fragrance, Longbottom. Just…make sure to put in some hours at the greenhouse, alright? Don’t bother taking a full shower before dinner. Mivvy will take care of the rest.”

Neville tried to surreptitiously sniff at his sleeve to get a whiff of whatever Malfoy was talking about. All he smelled was moist earth and the remainder of the mint he’d clipped for tonight’s tea. Dirt and herbs?

“…sure.”

Certain that the agenda was set, Malfoy returned to his meal with relish while Neville glanced back over at Pansy’s daughter, who now seemed to be the center of attention as she waved her arms dramatically in the air while she spoke. He could already see some of the nearby boys were entranced in her story, much like he had been all those years ago when another little girl with straight black hair described her family’s gardens in detail.

Maybe he could offer Pansy a potted plant as a peace offering, in addition to whatever Mivvy would do to him.

Pansies? 

Too on the nose.

Hydrangeas? 

He shuddered. That just seemed creepy.

Neville’s eyes locked onto the teapot that sat nearby, steam curling out of the spout towards him.

Mint. He could give her mint to use however she liked, in her tea, or infused in a pitcher of water, or perhaps baked into a dessert.

His mind made up, Neville dived back into his dinner. He didn’t notice the way Draco Malfoy smirked in his direction, or the tiny glances Hydrangea sent his way, curious about the Herbology professor her mother suspected would be her favorite. His thoughts were filled with pansies and mint and childhood dreams coming true.

WC 1292

My mind has been completely filled with hydrangeas this summer since I recently planted a couple new varieties in a shaded area of my yard. They went through a scary patch of heat and I thought I was going to lose them, but it's actually amazing how resilient they are with just a bit of a water. In reality, their water whores. They need a LOT of it to stay healthy, and if I had known that earlier, I probably would have re-thought planting them...but they really are so pretty.

Twitter prompt from @panvilleprompts

[carbuckety]

Can you please draw Jemima? I’m dying inside over her.

okay this request is only like 4 months old im not late shhhHH

Look out, kid, it's something you did! 🌕

design notes:

She's looking up at the Jellicle Moon.....

As per the poll requested, I drew Cats. And as you requested on Feb 5 (aughhh so long ago), I drew Jemmy! For her pose I took a picture of myself and mostly used that as a base bc i was having a r e a l hard time finding references for the pose I wanted her to have. Also because you waited so long you get a full-body kitty. :D

Mostly stuck to replica production looks on this one. Not much to say, just... <3 <3 baby. She's so cute. Also I felt like my style was kind of looking like Dididems' in the beginning but it kinda phased out in the end. XD This was my first time drawing a Jellicle digitally and I did it with my finger so the crosshatching was really difficult! I think it turned out okay though. Oh and her shoes are just what the original concept art shows, because I tried drawing her shoes the way they actually are in her costume now but it looked like crap. Oops. Anyway hope u like!! <33