#startled fans that i finally updated

[twice-inamillion]

Twice Series

Nov-Dec Update

Light Smut

Chapter 238

580 Words

(Important updates throughout the months of November and December. Will lead towards Oc's Birthday.)

It's been busy these past few weeks: the Twicelights concerts throughout Japan, the recording of a Japanese album, and the recording of Twice at Tokyo Disney Sea. Due to the busy schedule, there wasn’t enough time to formally celebrate Jeongyeon’s and Momo’s birthdays, as the members wanted to.

Even though Jeongyeon sometimes seems a bit ungrateful, you did want to give her a birthday gift. Tired of all her teasing, you decide to sneak into her room early morning and give her a birthday fuck.

Jeongyeon never imagined you sneaking into her room and ramming her from behind. You press your cock by her entrance and ram it inside in one go. Jeongyeon wakes up, startled, and tries to yell at the sudden realization. You insert some of your fingers in her mouth, preventing her from whining, “Try to relax; it's going to feel better.”

Eventually, she loosens up and ends up enjoying your gift, sucking on your fingers. You rub her clit in between your fingers and give it a nice squeeze, causing her to cum. Her eyes roll back as her womb milks the cock of your cum. In the end, you pull out as Nayeon rustles in her bed, and you whisper, “Happy Birthday, Jeongyeon” leaving her in a cum covered bed.

The same went for Momo; you wanted to give her a special birthday gift, but instead, she came to claim it. While you were getting ready to sleep, you heard a knock on your door. After giving the person approval to come in, you see Momo in a thin crop top, thin shorts with both her nipples and a slight bush in sight.

“Jeongyeon told me what you did; I came to claim my birthday gift.”

She doesn't give time to respond as she closes the door, drops her top and bottoms on the floor, and stands completely nude.

You and Momo spent the whole night in pure ecstasy, fucking each other without a care in the world. She begs you to come inside of her, telling you that it's completely safe.

— — —

There was also a trip to Tokyo Disney, a great experience for you and the children and their grandparents. Hina and Ari have spent most of their time with their grandparents, while the rest go between Korea and Japan.

On the other hand, you have spent most of your time in Korea, taking care of minor touches before the house is finished. You also met with an interior designer to get furniture for you, with advice from the members, of course.

You also had to finalize some paperwork for a business you hope to start. You wanted to assist the members in expanding their outreach with their fans and provide a closer connection to them.

Jihyo was the only one vaguely aware besides JYP, and he gave you his approval beforehand.

— — —

December arrives, and everyone is back home after finishing their busy schedule. It's been a while since you've been with the members, including intimacy.

You can't wait to spend time with the members, especially in the bedroom. You remember Jihyo telling you to hold off from masturbating while they were gone, which has been one of the hardest things you've ever had to do.

With them finally back, you can't wait to take one and fuck them until your heart's content.

[redrose10]

#22 #25 and #26 with Seokjin ♡ , angst but with a happy ending !!

Ps : I hope you'll have a great day ahead 🩷

I hope this is okay!

#22 I don’t owe you an explanation

#25 I want an answer, goddammit!

#26 It was you the whole time

Warnings: Angst, mention of cheating, stalking, threats

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You stood outside your front door longer than you normally would because you knew once you walked inside an argument would ensue. You knew that your husband Jin was worked up. The text message you received earlier proved that. You knew he was angry and hurt, probably confused about all of the sneaking around you had been doing. You knew it looked bad, but you were trying to protect him. He already had so much on his shoulders and you didn’t want to add more. That’s why you never told him about the threatening messages you had been receiving.

It started three months ago. At first they were just rude messages directed at your appearance or relationship, nothing you hadn’t already heard before. Then you started getting phone calls. They’d call and not say anything just to hang up after a couple moments, but you still chose to brush it off as probably just an overly delusional fan trying to scare you away. Then the threats of violence started. You thought about mentioning it to Jin, but he was already so stressed and you didn’t want to add more so you tried blocking them instead.

It wasn’t until you started receiving candid photos of yourself that you started to really worry. They clearly weren’t paparazzi photos. They were photos of you at your job, going to the grocery store, visiting your parents. There was even one of you leaving your doctors office with a note saying they knew of your “little secret” and that they would destroy your growing family. That was the message that broke you because it wasn’t just about you or even you and Jin any more.

So you contacted his company to make them aware, but you begged them not to let Jin know. They agreed that it would be best to not let word get out so for the last several weeks they’ve been working behind the scenes to try and catch this person which included you going there and having small meetings for updates and questions leaving you to have to do lots of sneaking around.

And earlier today you got the call that they had tracked them down and arrested the person who had been making the threats. You were asked to come in for a meeting which is why you had to cancel your lunch date with Jin at the last minute, that being the last straw for him.

Taking a deep breath you finally pushed open the door and entered your apartment feeling uneasy with the silence. Normally there was music and singing and pots and pans clanking in the kitchen, but now there was nothing. Jin was calmly sitting on the couch waiting for you.

You decided to make the first move, “Look I’m sorry I had to cancel our date. Something came up that was really important.”

“What’s his name?”, Jin spat.

“What?”

Jin took a deep breath, “What. Is. His. Name?”

“Look I know it looks bad but if you just let me expla_“

“Is he the father of our unborn daughter?”

Your mouth dropped open. You knew things looked bad, but you never thought Jin would’ve went straight to accusing you of getting pregnant by some other guy.

You continued to stare at him in shock.

He slammed his fist down on the table, “I want an answer, goddammit!”

His outburst startled you. In all the years you’d been together you had never seen him raise his voice, especially not at you.

Feeling tears begin to fall you ran off to the bedroom slamming and locking the door behind you.

It didn’t take long for Jin to come knocking, “Y/N, I’m sorry that I lost my temper. You know I’d never hurt you. Please come out so we can talk about this.”

“No! I don’t owe you an explanation.”, you pouted. You knew that you really did actually kind of owe him one but at the moment you just wanted to be petty and not speak to him.

“Y/N I’m sorry I accused you of cheating. I know you’d never do that. I just panicked because all the signs pointed towards it and I was terrified. I don’t want to loose you. I really am sorry. Please tell me what’s really going on.”

When you cracked open the door you saw him sitting in the hallway with his back against the wall. His voice had been surprisingly calm given the tears falling down his cheeks. Quickly you crawled over to him allowing him to gently pull you onto his lap.

“It was you the whole time. It will always be you no matter what. I could never be with anyone else.”, you mumbled into his neck still feeling bad that you lead him to believe you were cheating.

“I know. You’re all I’ll ever need too. I’m sorry again.”

You shook your head, “I should’ve told you from the start. It’s my fault for leading us to this.”

After you explained everything that was happening Jin was pretty upset that you’d kept him in the dark, but he understood why you did it. You both agreed not to hide things from each other moving forward and to work on your communication.

Then after some playful pouting on your part and fake whining on his, Jin agreed to cook your favorite for dinner all while you kept your arms tightly wrapped around him.

[lisa-russell]

Off the Hook means something to me.

I was first introduced to Splatoon via a single piece of fanart. It was Octo Expansion, I grew intrigued and looked further on. And was introduced to the world of Splatoon.

I slowly read through all the lovingly written fan stories I came across on the Inkernet. Read the fancomics and lil blurbs people had on their belowved OC and Versions of the N.S.S.

Than I heard the music.

What wonderous and uinque sound the world of Splatoon has. Spawning epic remixes and Original Spatbands/Idol groups, based from these songs and tunes. Splatify and Youtube, led me to finding more than over 400 of these melodies.

I was than was gifted a switch, and a copy of Splatoon 2. I played it and finally understood why so many infish fell in love with this world, why it was such a hit over in japan...i could only watch others play, now I had the key to this world in my hands.

I loved the lore and sometimes silly, sometimes serious and sometimes sad aspects of each games main herostory/DLC. Those where a perfect way of getting to know the world and its Idols, and what profound power music has on its inhabitants.

Or how the Precursors (Humans) still left their mark on the world, in far more startling revelations as we found out from Splatoon 3, from a beloved immortal pyschic cat, to the tragic bonesyards of millions of lost lives and the Precursor Technology left behind by said humans.

I found myself smiling at the antics and downright funny moments of the games.

Than Octo Expansion came out and changed everything.

Giving release, freedom and light to many tragedies. The dark theme and horrifying discoveries found in the metro was a spin far from the colourful streets of Inkoplis or Octarian Territory.

OfftheHook became a bigger role in the game, I legit tried not to cry when the credits rolled...

Well you all know what came after that a few months later. The finalfest came and that victory decided the fate of Splatoons future to a greater degree than Splatoon 1 in certain aspects.

I waited, enjoyed the Splatoon Community until Splatoon 3 was announced and everying lost there clamming heads lol. I saved up from my Birthdays and bought S3.

It had its ups and downs but i cant lie, I am having a lot fun. I was freaking excited when Side Order came out. Bringing with it some much needed answers and closers to Octo Expansion and whatnot. The fact Offthehook was back was just inkcredible. I have a hate/love relationship with Salmonrun/Bigrun.

And now where just being bombarded with new content out of nowhere! And i thought we inkfish went crazy when splatoon 3 came out. Its shucking everywhere now lmao!

Between the recent Nintendo Summer2024 Magizine INTERVIEW, SummerNights Fest...and the sudden Starchfest(lol) the 8.1.0 update and than... a surpise drop Japan did at 12-am, 1 am in the morning. Next day, its spread EVERYWHERE.

Cue the international freakout wave. 😂🤣😂I'll admit i was surfing that wave too. 😅

When I saw the video, a squealed and was also a little sad knowing the end is coming soonish. I saw offthehook and was like thats my team,100%.

I am TEAM PRESENT!

[marsplastic13]

'Complicated' (part 8) - Kaz Brekker x Reader

Idea - Kaz Brekker hires a prostitute to overcome his touch aversion, and be a better man for Inej, but things take an unxepected turn. Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Prostitute!Reader, (had to use y/n because I'm bad at names) Genre: modern AU, slow burn word count: 7k notes: can't wait to hear what you have to sayy

@millercontracting @coldmermaidhologram @syd649 @luffysprincess

For days, Kaz was insufferable, and no one could figure out why. Even Inej was perplexed by his sudden mood swings and outbursts. Kaz's frustration boiled over one evening when he got into a fight with Inej, something that never happened before. She was bewildered and hurt, unable to understand what had changed in him.

Kaz's obsession with y/n's Instagram stories didn't help. He watched every update with a mixture of longing and jealousy—expensive dinners, shopping sprees, gym sessions, and nights out with her friends, but never at his club. The final straw came when she posted a picture of her legs in a car, a man's hand resting on her thigh. Kaz knew it was meant for him, a message that stung deeply. Enraged, he threw his phone against the wall, startling Inej.

Inej, for her part, was annoyed because Kaz was dragging her to a business dinner with his boss, who had insisted for everyone to bring a plus one. Even Jesper had managed to secure a date, and Kaz didn't want to go alone. The dinner was to celebrate a deal he had closed, though his boss was taking all the credit, adding to Kaz's irritation.

They arrived at the restaurant, seemingly the last to do so. After some obligatory small talk, Kaz, his patience wearing thin, asked in his usual harsh tone, “Are we waiting for someone?”

“Didn't I tell you, Brekker?” his boss said, circling Kaz's shoulders with his arm. “I invited my new flame.” He leaned in conspiratorially, “A wild twenty-something. Don’t even ask me how I convinced her to go out with me.” He laughed, and the other men joined in. “She’s a pilates instructor, if you know what I mean. Oh, there she is.”

Kaz didn’t need to turn around or look at Jesper’s face to know who had just entered. He sighed heavily, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. How was this even possible?

“Hi, baby,” he heard the familiar voice behind him, and for a moment he frowned, hearing the nickname, before turning to see y/n talking to his boss, a man at least fifty years old. She cupped his face and kissed him. “Sorry I'm late. I had to stop someone in the middle of the street to help me zip up my dress,” she said, laughing. Kaz had no doubt it was true.

They locked eyes for an instant before her new boyfriend started parading her around, introducing her to everyone. When they reached Kaz and Inej, he saw Jesper's smug grin, dying to see how they would handle this.

“Inej, we met at that chocolate tasting thing. Still a huge fan,” y/n said, kissing both of Inej's cheeks.

“Oh, yeah, of course,” Inej remembered with a warm smile.

“Do you know each other?” Kaz's boss asked.

“Of course, love. Inej is TikTok famous, and I spend too much time at the Crow Club. Of course, we know each other.” The man turned towards the others. “See? I don’t understand a word she says! Tik, what? Isn't she a beauty?” He patted y/n’s ass.

“You're handsy tonight,” she commented with a laugh.

“So, you're a pilates instructor,” Jesper chimed in, and Kaz already knew he wasn't going to like whatever came next. “Must be heavy. How was work?”

“You have no idea. I had a double shift today,” y/n replied, her challenging eyes not leaving Jesper’s.

Jesper leaned back, a smirk on his lips. “Double shift, huh? Must be tough, keeping everyone’s bodies in shape.”

“Oh, it’s a workout, for sure,” y/n shot back, her smile saccharine. “But then again, some of us are just naturally flexible. Unlike others who are just naturally... bent.”

Jesper chuckled, feigning a wounded look. “Bent, you say? That’s rich, coming from someone who has to stretch the truth just to keep things interesting.”

“Stretching the truth?” y/n’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “I guess you’d know all about that.”

Kaz could feel the tension ratcheting up with each exchange, and he knew he had to intervene before it got out of hand. “Alright, enough,” he muttered, but neither Jesper nor y/n seemed inclined to listen.

“Oh, come on, Kaz,” Jesper said with a grin. “We’re just having a little fun. Right, y/n?”

“Absolutely,” y/n replied, her voice like honey laced with poison. “Fun is what it’s all about. Although, some people might confuse it with a desperate attempt to stay relevant.”

Jesper’s eyes flashed, his smile fading. “Relevance isn’t something I need to worry about. Unlike some who cling to their... clientele for attention.”

y/n leaned forward, her expression deadly calm. “Better to have a clientele that appreciates my talents than to rely on cheap tricks to get noticed.”

Kaz felt his patience slipping away. “Seriously, can we just focus on dinner?”

“Oh, we’re focused,” y/n said, her gaze flicking to Kaz. “Just making sure we all understand each other.”

Jesper snorted, shaking his head. “Yeah, we understand. Just remember, flexibility only gets you so far. Eventually, you have to stand for something.”

y/n’s smile turned icy. “And some of us are just fine standing on our own, without the need for constant validation.”

Before Jesper could respond, Kaz stepped in, his voice firm. “Enough. Let’s drop it.”

“I didn't know you knew each other so well,” said nervously Inej, glancing between the three with a confused look, but no one bothered to reply to her.

They settled at the table. The boss sat at the head, of course, with Kaz to his right and y/n to his left, directly across from Kaz. He looked disgusted as the older man kept trying to hand-feed her, and she couldn't stop laughing.

“Baby, I'm vegan, you know that,” she giggled, shoving his hand away.

“I have no idea what you're saying,” the man insisted, trying to put an oyster in her mouth. y/n leaned back, dodging the oyster with a graceful twist, her laughter tinkling like a bell. Kaz clenched his jaw, unable to tear his eyes away from the scene.

After a few courses, y/n excused herself. “This is weird, right?” Inej whispered in Kaz’s ear.

“Absolutely,” he replied, his mind racing. If Inej found it unsettling, she had no idea how strange it was for him.

Unable to control himself, Kaz faked a phone call and followed y/n to the restroom. He heard the unmistakable sound of someone throwing up. After checking that the other stalls were empty, Kaz locked the door behind him. “y/n, it's me.”

“Are you here to hold my hair?” she replied between heaves, her voice shaky and weak.

Kaz waited, leaning back against the sinks, his mind racing with anxiety. After what felt like an eternity, she emerged, her face pale as she washed her hands and mouth. “What do you want?” she asked, her annoyance barely masking the exhaustion in her voice.

“Are you okay?” Kaz asked, his voice softer, more vulnerable than he intended.

“Why do you care?” she shot back, turning to dry her hands.

“You looked sick out there. I couldn’t just ignore it,” Kaz said, his worry deepening with every passing second.

“He kept trying to put dead animals in my mouth,” she said, proceeding to reapply her lipstick. “I had no idea he was your boss. You never talk about details of your job, and I don’t really listen to him.”

"Why are you dating him?" Kaz's voice was sharp, edged with an intensity that mirrored the turmoil in his mind. He stood firm, his eyes searching y/n's face for some semblance of understanding.

"I know you're not familiar with the concept, but I'm doing it because it's fun," y/n replied, her tone laced with defiance as she finally turned to face him directly.

Kaz clenched his jaw, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "Are you sleeping with him?"

"It's none of your business. Why do you care?" y/n shot back, her gaze piercing through him, challenging him to justify his concern.

A pang of something he couldn't quite name surged within Kaz. He couldn't believe that just a week ago, y/n was one of the people he felt closest to. They had shared intimate moments—shared a bed, watched shows together, kissed. Hell, he had probably kissed y/n more than his own girlfriend.

“I care because this is awkward.” Kaz admitted, his voice tinged with regret.

“It is for me too,” she said, stepping closer, “But I mean, it’s not like I married him. Even if he asked me.” Her smile became dangerous, “he asks me everytime that we are in bed.”

Kaz felt a surge of anger rise within him, his jaw tightening as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. The thought of her with his boss, a man old enough to be her father, made his blood boil. 

She stepped even closer, her frustration boiling over. "Why are you so mad, Kaz? Why does it matter to you so much if he proposes to me?"

“I just... I can't stand the thought of you marrying him."

"Why?" y/n pressed, her voice rising with intensity. "Why does it bother you?"

"Because," Kaz began, his voice strained, "because it's him. Because he's not right for you. Because... because you're better than that."

y/n sighed, shaking her head in exasperation. "That’s the thing that you don’t want to accept, I’m not better than this. Maybe I’ll say yes just to let him plan a wedding and leave him at the altar."

Kaz's jaw tightened, his frustration boiling over. "You don't mean that."

"Don't I?" she challenged, crossing her arms. "You have this idealized version of me in your head, but the truth is, I'm not the person you think I am."

Kaz took a step forward, his eyes pleading. "I know you, y/n. I know you're better than this. You don't have to do this to prove anything."

y/n's expression softened for a moment before hardening again. "You think you know me, but you don't. You see what you want to see. The truth is, I like chaos. I thrive in it. And maybe, just maybe, I enjoy watching you squirm."

Kaz felt a wave of anger and sadness crash over him. "Is that what this is about? Hurting me?"

"Maybe," she admitted, her voice cold. "Or maybe it's about me taking control of my life in the only way I know how. You have Inej. You have your stable, predictable life. This is mine."

Kaz shook his head, his frustration mounting. "You don't have to destroy yourself to take control. You deserve better."

"And who decides what I deserve?" y/n shot back. "You? You can't even decide what you want."

Kaz opened his mouth to argue, but the words wouldn't come. He knew she was right. He was torn between what he had with Inej and what he felt for y/n. "I just don't want to see you hurt," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh baby, it takes a lot more than a lovesick idiot decades older than me to hurt me,” she laughed, the sound harsh and unfeeling. “Look, you have your thing with your girlfriend. You two are like high school sweethearts or something. You're going to stay together forever and fuck only in missionary to stare into each other’s souls, repeating how much you love each other.”

Kaz flinched at her words, the biting tone cutting deep. He wanted to argue, to tell her she was wrong, but he couldn't find the words.

y/n paused, her eyes locking onto his with a dangerous glint. “I like it when things get ugly, Kaz. Accept it. Also, your girlfriend is right there, go be jealous of her! Don’t you have any shame left, Kaz?”

Kaz shook his head, a mix of anger and desperation flooding his chest, “Lower your voice.”. 

The girl didn’t miss how he tensed at the mention of his girlfriend, "How are things with Inej?"

Kaz blinked, caught off guard by y/n's directness. He shifted uncomfortably, the weight of her question pressing down on him like a lead blanket. "Static," he finally answered, the word tasting bitter on his tongue as he met her intense gaze.

y/n raised an eyebrow, her expression a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Static," she repeated, as if she could sense the underlying tension in his voice.

Kaz sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, static," he elaborated, his frustration seeping through. "We're... drifting. It's like we're stuck in this loop, going through the motions without really connecting."

y/n nodded slowly, her eyes searching his face for more than just words. "That doesn't sound good," she observed quietly, her voice edged with sympathy.

"It's not," Kaz admitted, his tone raw with honesty. "I thought I could handle it, you know? Keep things steady, maintain control. But..." He trailed off, unable to articulate the turmoil brewing inside him.

"But it's not what you want," y/n finished for him, her voice gentle yet probing.

Kaz hesitated, grappling with his own conflicting emotions. "I don't know what I want anymore," he confessed quietly, more to himself than to her.

She hummed, “Can I go? I don't want to stay around you.”

Kaz chuckled harshly, not moving from the door. “We could have been friends, Kaz. Why did you do it?” Her eyes filled with sadness and anger. He let her go, unable to voice his thoughts.

As she left, he stood there for a moment, feeling the weight of his decisions pressing down on him. Then, he grabbed her by her arm, “Break up with him. I don't want to lose you," he said quietly.

"You never really had me," y/n replied, her voice gentle but firm, going back to the table.

The dinner went painfully slow. Kaz saw an incoming text and grabbed his phone hopefully, but it was a message from Inej.

‘Can we invite her with us later? I can’t stand the thought of her going away with him.’

Why did she always have to be so kind and worried about other people? Why did she have to put him in that position?

‘No,’ he texted back.

‘Come on, it’s painful to watch.’

In reality, they looked really good together. y/n could play ‘faithful girlfriend’ really well. His boss was whispering in her ear, tracing patterns on her arm, and she looked sincerely amused. Maybe they really felt something for each other.

‘Looks like they’re having fun.’

He heard Inej sigh. ‘I’m asking her.’

“y/n, do you have plans for later?” asked Inej with her motherly voice.

“I don’t know, do we have plans, baby?” y/n asked, turning towards her boyfriend.

“I guess you could come with me, bring me luck in a few rounds of cards,” he said, eating her with his eyes.

“Why don’t you come with us?” asked Inej, full of enthusiasm. “I’m sure Kaz and Jesper have to go to the Crow Club. We could keep each other company.”

Jesper’s wide eyes fixed on Kaz, who pinched the bridge of his nose. Why was this happening?

“Oh, I don’t want to intrude,” y/n laughed nervously.

“Nonsense, I’ll be bored out of my mind. I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Kaz saw y/n completely caged. “Why don’t you come dancing with us, love?” she tried desperately, looking at her boyfriend.

He laughed, “I’m too old for this, but go and have fun, alright?”

y/n made a tight smile. “I guess I will.”

Kaz’s heart twisted as he watched the interaction unfold. y/n’s eyes flicked to his, a flash of something unreadable passing between them. He felt a surge of conflicting emotions—anger, protectiveness, jealousy. His mind raced with thoughts he couldn’t quite articulate.

“Great!” Inej said brightly, oblivious to the undercurrents. “It’ll be fun, I promise.”

Kaz forced a smile, his mind still reeling. As they all stood to leave, his boss leaned in to kiss y/n on the cheek, murmuring something that made her laugh, though her eyes didn’t quite match the sound.

Of course, Jesper invented an excuse about why y/n couldn’t go with him and his date, so she followed Kaz and Inej to his car.

As they left the parking lot, Kaz and y/n noticed at the same time that her phone connected automatically to his car system, and they shot a panicked look at each other in the rearview mirror. 

“Oh saints, is there a fire?” y/n shouted to distract Inej, who was seated beside Kaz. 

“Where?” Inej was looking outside, trying to find the source of the commotion.

“Oh, nothing, must have been something else,” y/n mumbled, while Kaz quickly disconnected her phone.

Kaz had never felt shittier than at that moment. Inej didn’t deserve any of this. The guilt gnawed at him as they drove in silence.

They settled at their usual table in the Crow Club, an awkward silence hanging over them despite the loud music. Kaz could feel the tension mounting, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts about Inej, y/n, and the tangled web he had woven.

A waiter approached, and y/n immediately assaulted him with her order. “How much vodka are you legally allowed to pour in my glass?” she asked with narrowed eyes. The man looked puzzled and made an approximate sign with his fingers. 

“Great, I’ll take three,” she smiled. The waiter hesitated, “Do you want something with it?”

“Oh yeah, uhm, those little funny umbrellas you put on fancy drinks,” y/n nodded, avoiding the weirded-out looks from the others at the table.

Kaz sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Make them six. Without umbrellas for me.” Inej shot him a side-eyed glare while the others proceeded to make their orders.

Jesper broke the silence, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “So, y/n, why don’t we talk a bit about your boyfriend? That was a surprise.”

“Don’t tell me,” she said with a tight smile, her fingers tapping nervously on the table.

Kaz glared at Jesper, his frustration mounting. There was  no reason to make the night even more weird, he thought.

“How long have you been dating him?” Jesper insisted, ignoring Kaz’s glare.

“Don’t know, three weeks, a month.”

“The age difference doesn’t bother you?” asked a concerned Inej.

Y/n shrugged, “No, it should?”

“Sorry, I’m not judging you,” said Inej warmly.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure you are,” commented y/n under her breath, finishing her first glass in one go.

Kaz tried to steer the conversation away from y/n, but Inej persisted. “I didn’t mean to offend you, really.”

“Mh, are we sure of this?” y/n said with a nervous giggle, studying her nails, the nails Kaz had chosen for her.

“Do you like them?” y/n stuck her hand in front of Inej.

“Oh, ehm, yeah, not my style, but they look nice.”

y/n hummed, locking eyes with Kaz for a second. Kaz quickly emptied all three of his glasses, his thoughts becoming more blurred. He could sense things going sour pretty fast. Jesper couldn’t stop making allusions to y/n’s job, Inej was still trying to repair what she had said about her boyfriend, and Jesper’s date looked too confused to intervene.

“I really like your dress,” y/n blurted out towards Inej at a certain point. “Did you choose it for her?” she said, turning to Kaz. “I bet he’s really good at picking outfits.”

Kaz rolled his eyes, and Inej frowned. “I don’t think he ever chose an outfit for me,” she said, puzzled.

“I heard you’re vegan,” Inej tried again, wanting desperately to befriend y/n.

“I am,” she confirmed without adding anything.

“You know, the other day I found vegan ice cream in Kaz’s fridge, and it’s weird because he always says that vegan stuff must taste horrible,” laughed Inej

y/n snorted, “Does he? I bet he even thinks that smoking is bad for you.” she retorted, leaving Inej confused.

Jesper shot Kaz an exasperated glare and asked him to step outside for a moment. “Vegan ice cream? Was she at your place again?”

Kaz sighed, feeling too tipsy to elaborate good lies. “Her AC was broken.”

Jesper’s face reddened with anger. “Oh, so now every excuse is good enough for you to hook up with her in the same bed you share with your girlfriend?”

“Nothing happened, Jesper. We just slept in the same bed.”

“Do you hear yourself?” Jesper's voice rose, frustration evident. “You’re crossing lines, Kaz. This isn’t just about Inej anymore. You’re messing with everyone’s feelings, including your own.”

Kaz rubbed his temples, the alcohol making everything blurrier. “What do you want me to say, Jes? I’m not going to see her anymore, so just save it.”

Jesper tilted his head, scrutinizing Kaz. “Did something happen between you two?”

Kaz hesitated, his mind swirling with confusion and guilt. “Nothing… physical,” he finally said, but the words felt hollow.

Jesper’s eyes narrowed. “But you feel something for her?”

Kaz nodded, defeated. 

“Does she—?” Jesper's voice softened slightly, but his anger was still palpable.

“She does, but it’s…” Kaz struggled to find the right words. “I love Inej. I’ll forget whatever this is, don’t worry.”

Jesper shook his head, clearly not satisfied. “Kaz, you can’t just ‘forget’ feelings. And what about y/n? She’s not just some random girl; she’s got feelings too. You’re stringing her along while trying to stay loyal to Inej. It’s not fair to any of you.”

Kaz looked away, feeling the weight of Jesper’s words. “I know, Jes. I know I’ve messed up. But I’m trying to fix it.”

Jesper’s anger flared again. “Trying to fix it? By ignoring it? That’s not fixing anything. You need to face this head-on, talk to them both, and figure out what you really want.”

Kaz clenched his fists, frustration boiling over. “It’s not that simple, Jesper. You don’t understand.”

Jesper stepped closer, his voice low and dangerous. “No, Kaz, I do understand. I understand that you’re scared of making a choice because you don’t want to lose either of them. But if you keep this up, you’re going to lose them both. And you’ll have no one to blame but yourself.”

Kaz’s eyes burned. “I can’t lose Inej,” he whispered.

Jesper softened slightly, seeing the pain in his friend’s eyes. “Then don’t.”

Kaz kicked a rock, the anger and frustration boiling over. “I went to her house while Inej was sleeping in my fucking bed,” he confessed, his voice thick with regret. “I made a fool of myself and she rejected me. There’s not much more to do or to say. She’s right, Inej is the person for me.”

Jesper took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. “I never questioned what there is between you and Inej, Kaz, but are you sure it’s still there?”

Kaz clenched his fists, the weight of Jesper’s question pressing down on him. “It has to be. I did all this mess for her, it has to work, we have to work” he insisted, though his voice wavered.

Jesper shook his head, his tone gentle but firm. “Just because you’ve done everything for her doesn’t mean it’s right anymore. People change, feelings change. You can’t force something that’s not there.”

Kaz looked away. “Inej means everything to me.”

“But is that enough?” Jesper pressed. “If you’re still drawn to y/n, if you’re feeling things you shouldn’t be feeling, then something isn’t right. Ignoring it won’t make it go away.”

Kaz’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He knew Jesper was right, but he couldn’t bring himself to accept it. “Y/n made it very clear that she doesn’t want anything from me,” he said, his voice tinged with frustration and sorrow.

Jesper shook his head, his expression serious. “It’s not fair to use Inej as a rebound, Kaz. She deserves better than that.”

Kaz’s eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and guilt. “Do you think I don’t feel bad about it? It’s consuming me,” he admitted, his voice breaking slightly. “Every day, it’s like I’m being torn apart. Inej means everything to me, but there’s something about Y/n that I can’t shake off.”

Jesper’s eyes softened, but his stance remained firm. He listened attentively, sensing there was more Kaz needed to get off his chest.

“She’s funny, Jes, she’s so fucking funny,” Kaz sighed, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he recalled their time together. “And unpredictable. We spent an entire night awake smoking weed, binge-watching House, then out of fucking nowhere she starts cooking, and we ate at three a.m. half-naked with her roommates,” he paused, the frustration evident in his voice, “and I had fun.”

Jesper’s brows furrowed, absorbing Kaz’s words. “Kaz, you need to be honest with yourself. Are you really happy with Inej, or are you just clinging to what you think you should feel?”

Kaz looked down, the weight of Jesper’s words hitting him hard. “I love Inej,” he said quietly, as if trying to convince himself more than anyone else.  “Without her, I don’t know who I am.”

Jesper let out a long breath, clearly torn. "You owe it to both of them, and to yourself, to figure this out. Hiding from it won’t make it go away.”

Kaz’s mind raced, grappling with the conflicting emotions. “Inej deserves better than this,” he muttered, his voice filled with self-loathing.

Jesper placed a hand on Kaz’s shoulder, his grip firm. “Then don’t lie to her. Be honest.”

Kaz shook his head, his voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t break up with her, Jesper. I’ll figure it out.”

They made their way back just in time to spot Y/n quickly leaving the table, her face a mix of frustration and hurt. 

“Everything okay?” asked Inej, looking up at Kaz with concern. He leaned down to kiss her temple, a gesture that felt both comforting and laden with guilt.

“Yes, you?” he replied, his voice strained.

“Yeah, Y/n said she had to leave. She is a bit weird, right?” Inej commented, her tone uncertain.

Kaz’s jaw tightened, a surge of protectiveness for Y/n bubbling up. “Maybe she just didn’t like all of you questioning her all night,” he replied, his words coming out harsher than he intended.

“I wasn’t questioning her,” said Inej defensively, her brows furrowing.

“Come on, Nej, you were,” Kaz countered, his frustration slipping through.

Jesper, sensing the brewing tension, quickly intervened. “Hey, let’s not turn this into a fight.”

Inej looked between Kaz and Jesper, confusion and hurt evident in her eyes. “I was just trying to get to know her. If it came off wrong, I’m sorry.”

Kaz sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You knew what you were doing. You too, Jesper.”

Inej’s eyes widened in surprise. “What are you talking about?”

“You both kept pushing,” Kaz said, trying to keep his voice steady. “Maybe she felt like she was being interrogated.”

Jesper frowned, crossing his arms. “We were just curious. She’s new, and it’s not like she was very forthcoming.”

Kaz bit back a retort, knowing he had to be careful. He couldn’t let on how well he knew Y/n. “There’s a difference between being curious and making someone feel uncomfortable. Maybe next time, ease up a bit.”

Inej looked hurt, but she nodded. “I’ll be more careful. I really didn’t mean any harm. And certainly I didn’t know you cared so much.”

Kaz tried to brush off the tension, forcing a casual tone. “She’s the boss’s new girlfriend. Doesn’t seem like a good idea to piss her off.”

Jesper raised an eyebrow. “You’re right. We don’t need any unnecessary drama.”

Inej sighed, her expression softening. “I understand. I’ll try to be more considerate next time.”

Kaz Brekker had done a lot of awful things in his life, but making his girlfriend apologize for how she treated his... what? Other girl? was by far the worst one.

***

Kaz stood outside the workplace with his boss, engrossed in discussions about some upcoming deals. The atmosphere was serious, focused on business, until the abrupt interruption by y/n Mini's aggressive arrival. Her car screeched to a harsh stop in front of them, tinted windows hiding her expression from Kaz's view.

“Pray for me, Brekker, this girl drives like we have extra lives,” Kaz's boss joked, patting Kaz on the shoulder. Kaz felt his jaw clench instinctively. y/n began impatiently honking her horn, prompting Kaz's boss to gesture for her to wait.

“It really shows she didn’t have a father to teach her, let me tell you,” the boss remarked with a chuckle, clearly unaware of the impact of his words on Kaz. The comment hit him like a weight in his stomach. y/n had never mentioned her parents or their absence to him. Apparently, she had confided in his boss, which left Kaz feeling a mix of confusion and hurt. He thought about all the times they had spent together, the conversations they'd had, and the intimacy they'd shared. Yet, there was this significant part of her life that she had kept from him. 

The realization stung. Kaz had always prided himself on being perceptive and insightful, able to navigate the complexities of people's lives and motivations. But now, he felt blindsided and uncertain. He wanted to understand why she had chosen to reveal such personal details to his boss and not to him. But again, they were properly dating and Kaz had been just his client.

“But she’s worth it. She’ll be the death of me, wild little thing she is, let me tell you. I’m not that young anymore,” his boss continued with a conspiratorial tone, leaning in closer. Kaz's skin crawled at the familiarity in his boss’s voice. “Best thing is, all of her tastes like candies,” he added with a lecherous grin. “And the way she moves, Brekker, I’m not even going to tell you, but I mean, you are with the Wraith, I bet you know a thing or two about flexible women.”

Kaz's jaw clenched so hard he thought his teeth might crack. The casual vulgarity, the smug tone, the blatant disrespect—it all churned his stomach. He fought the urge to lash out, knowing that any reaction would only add fuel to the fire. He forced his hands to remain at his sides, his nails biting into his palms.

“You should see her when she’s in a playful mood. It’s like she’s got this spark, you know? Makes every moment feel like an adventure,” his boss continued, clearly enjoying the effect his words were having on Kaz. “And let me tell you, she knows how to keep a man entertained. Never a dull moment with that one.”

“Are you coming or are you waiting for me to reach your age?” y/n’s voice cut through the tension, her tone dripping with impatience as she leaned out of the car window. Her eyes, sharp and challenging, met Kaz's for a fleeting moment before focusing back on his boss.

Kaz's boss laughed heartily, either oblivious to Kaz's internal struggle or simply not caring. He waved off Kaz, already heading towards the car. “Better not keep the lady waiting,” he said, throwing a wink at Kaz.

As his boss and y/n sped away, Kaz was left standing there, grappling with a flood of emotions. He felt a pang of jealousy towards his boss for seemingly knowing a side of y/n that Kaz did not. There was a gnawing realization that despite their closeness, their relationship might not be as deep or transparent as he had assumed. He wondered why she hadn't shared this part of her life with him, and whether there were other aspects of herself she was keeping hidden.

***

Kaz's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as he received Jesper’s text, ‘They broke up’. The message shattered the otherwise quiet evening he was spending with Inej. She was talking about something important, probably really interesting, but he lost focus completely, consumed by the sudden news. 

‘What happened?’ he typed back quickly, his fingers almost shaking with anticipation.

‘No one knows,’ came Jesper’s swift reply.

A small, involuntary grin tugged at Kaz’s lips. He would have given away his car and his house to know more. 

“Inej, love, something happened at work. I have to go,” he said, standing up abruptly.

“Love?” she laughed, a lighthearted teasing in her voice. “Who are you?”

Kaz cursed himself for letting the endearment slip out—something he never used before. He headed out fast, leaving behind Inej’s puzzled expression.

He reached his office, where he expected to find his boss. The man's angry shouts were audible even from outside. Kaz strolled in casually, pretending to look for something. As he had anticipated, the boss spotted him immediately and called him over.

The boss was already taking out two glasses and a bottle from a cabinet, gesturing for Kaz to sit. “Are we celebrating something?” Kaz asked, trying to maintain his composure.

“Celebrating? That bitch broke up with me,” the boss spat out.

“What? Why?” Kaz feigned surprise, leaning forward slightly, eager for more information.

The man studied him, taking a long sip. “You know, I trust you, Brekker. You’re my right hand. Hell, you're like a son to me.”

“Thank you,” Kaz replied, trying to look amused. He needed his boss to keep talking.

“I was just too old for her. I should have seen this coming,” the boss muttered, clearly annoyed. “She has this way of... I don't know how to explain it... making you feel light and special.”

Kaz hummed, knowing firsthand how right he was.

“Stay away from women like that, Brekker. When you become aware of what they've done to you, it's too late. You find yourself lonely and drinking, with your heart broken.”

Kaz couldn't believe what he was hearing. He hadn’t thought his boss actually fell for y/n; he assumed it was just the rush of dating a woman so much younger than him.

“I know you lost your father when you were young, so no one could teach you these things. Let me step in for a moment,” the man poured a third round. “You found yourself a good girl, Kaz. Even after everything she's been through, she's doing God's work around the world, such a good girl. I didn't think she would settle for a broken bastard like you. But you've been lucky. Those are the women you can count on.”

Kaz wasn't sure what to say. The man’s words were both insulting and painfully accurate.

“And well, let's be honest, the fact that she's always away lets you be more… Free, let's say,” he added with a wink.

Kaz frowned. Was he implying that he would approve if Kaz cheated on Inej? After all that praise?

“I don't think I'm following you.”

“Oh, Brekker, you don't fool me. I've known you since you were twelve. I saw you coming in here, walking three feet above the ground,” he chuckled, “What's her name?”

Kaz felt utterly exposed. “Sir, I don't know what you're talking about.”

His boss openly laughed, “You want to play it like this? Your choice. I thought we were having a man-to-man conversation, an honest one.”

Kaz hesitated, his mind racing. Was it true? Was it really so evident?

“I saw you happy, Brekker, the same smile you have when a few hundred thousand kruge go your way.” He poured more liquor, and Kaz drank it fast. “As I would tell a son, keep having your fun while your girlfriend is out there saving the world. You've never been a saint, don’t start now. But this other girl, don’t turn it into something else, something it’s not meant to be.”

Kaz sat there, the weight of his boss’s words pressing down on him. “I'm not cheating on Inej.” Kaz hoped that his voice was steady enough.

His boss smiled, a knowing glint in his eyes. “I'm not judging you, son. You're a man. Your girlfriend is always away. It's how things go. Whoever she is, she's good for you.”

Kaz nodded, lost in thought, wondering what his reaction would be if his boss knew the girl they were talking about was the same one who had broken up with him a few hours earlier. It was a twisted irony that left him feeling even more conflicted.

Kaz took a deep breath, the alcohol burning in his throat. “It’s not just a mistake,” he said quietly. “It’s more complicated than that.”

“Complicated, huh? So there is a girl.” His boss leaned forward, pouring another round of drinks with practiced ease. “Come on, Kaz,” he urged, his tone almost fatherly. “You can talk to me. I’ve seen it all—business and personal. You know I’ve got your back.”

Kaz hesitated, his mind racing. Apparently, the hesitation was enough to make the boss jump to his conclusions. “I knew it, good for you.”

“Kaz, you’re not fooling anyone. You’ve got that look—conflicted, torn. You don’t get that way unless there’s someone involved. This other girl—she makes you feel alive, doesn’t she?” 

Kaz nodded reluctantly. “Yes. She does.”

“Then put yourself out there, Brekker, but remember, serious relationships are for women like your Inej, not the wild ones. Don’t mess it up.”

Kaz’s heart sank at the words. He felt a strange mix of guilt and longing. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Look, Kaz,” his boss said, leaning in closer. “The wild ones—they’re exciting, they make you feel things you never thought you could feel. But they’re not the ones you build a life with. They’re a thrill, a distraction. Inej, on the other hand, she’s the kind of woman you build a future with. Don’t confuse the two.”

Kaz’s mind raced, the conflicting emotions churning inside him. The way his boss spoke about the situation made it sound so black and white, but to Kaz, it was anything but. He tried to steady his breathing, feeling cornered by the conversation.

“You don’t think you can make a wife out of a little slut you’re having fun with?” his boss continued, his tone dismissive and crude.

“She’s not a slut,” Kaz said through gritted teeth, his fists clenching on the table. “Don’t talk about her like that.”

The boss raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by Kaz’s fierce reaction. “Alright, alright,” he said, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. “I didn’t mean to offend. But you have to see where I’m coming from. There’s a difference between a good time and a lifetime.”

Kaz’s jaw tightened, but he forced himself to stay calm. “She’s not just a ‘good time.’ She’s... she’s important to me.”

“Important, huh?” His boss leaned back in his chair, studying Kaz intently. “Important or just good in bed?”

Kaz clenched his fists, struggling to keep his temper in check. “It’s not like that. It’s more than that.”

His boss chuckled, clearly skeptical. “Is it? Or are you just telling yourself that because she’s giving you something you’re not getting from Inej?”

Kaz looked away, feeling the sting of his boss’s words. He couldn’t deny that the physical aspect of his relationship with Y/N was intense, but it was more than that.

“I have to go.”

At a red light, Kaz texted y/n, 'Heard about the break up, how are you?' He didn’t expect an answer, but a few minutes later, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and nearly ran into a stop sign. It was a selfie from y/n, taken from the nose down. She was on a bed, and someone was biting her neck. Guess she was dealing with it pretty well.

Kaz's mind spun with thoughts. The image brought a mix of jealousy, curiosity, and a pang of regret. He wondered if they could ever revert to being just friends. They had blurred too many boundaries, making it hard to imagine a platonic relationship. Where would they stop? Would they be able to spend time together without succumbing to their intense chemistry? Could he even desire a non-romantic relationship with her now?

Their connection had always been more than just physical, yet now it seemed impossible to separate the two. The lines had been crossed, and there was no going back.

Kaz pulled over to the side of the road, needing a moment to collect his thoughts. He stared at the photo again, trying to decipher the emotions it stirred within him. Could they ever just be friends, or had they ruined any chance of a simple, uncomplicated relationship?

***

Weeks later, Kaz and Inej got into a fight. A big one. One that made them scream at each other like they never had before, leading to him storming out of his house. The words Inej had said echoed in his mind, and he couldn't believe the things she had thrown at him in anger. He got in his car and started driving, his hands gripping the wheel tightly as rage flooded through his veins. 

He drove straight to y/n's house, not caring that it was late, not caring about anything except the need to see her. The light in her apartment was on, which was a small relief. He was ready to wake up the entire neighborhood if necessary. He picked the lock on the door of the building with practiced ease, his movements fueled by a mix of desperation and anger. He went straight to her apartment and knocked on the door, his heart pounding.

After a moment, y/n emerged, her head poking out cautiously. At first, she looked scared, then puzzled when she recognized him. “I… I thought it was the police,” she muttered, her voice shaky.

Kaz's breath was heavy, and adrenaline surged through his body. Without a word, he took out his phone, opened his banking app, and turned the screen towards her. “Take whatever you want, empty my bank account, I don't care. I want you. Now.”

[minisgatewaytoinsanity]

Mood: Talking about retired!Dream and his understanding of maths and time somehow led to this...

Update: Read it on AO3 (Love's not Time's fool by Mini)

Hob opens the door to his flat, banishing all thoughts of lectures and classes from his mind, somewhat giddy with anticipation of what the evening might bring. It’s still so new and raw and fucking perfect – this thing with Dream, Morpheus, here with him in the waking world. He absently takes off his coat. It’s a constant journey of discovery, his friend slowly adapting, learning, enjoying. Hob loves being around for all of it, every mad second of it. He doesn’t mind indulging every whim, following an errant thought, an unorthodox idea. Now that the pressure of Dream’s function is gone they have nothing but time.

The coat slides out of his hands when he finally registers what he’s seeing. The walls in the entryway, the bare parts of them, painstakingly remodelled during the most boring days of pandemic lockdown, painted in mingling shades of grey, are covered in script – black letters and signs, Latin and Greek, symbols that almost look like hieroglyphs, neat yet intricate. He slips out of his boots on autopilot, tip-toeing on socked feet into the direction of his living room, following the trail of equations, curiously tracing some of the paint, barely drying, residue dark on his finger.

He reaches the end of the corridor, opening into the wide, open space of the lounge, last rays of sunlight filtering in through high windows, and gasps. The string of formulae fans out along every wall, swirling up and down, around paintings and decoration and furniture. Hob recognizes it as maths – but the kind that’s way beyond his comprehension. Non-linear his silly peasant brain whispers in awe.

Morpheus is in the corner between the bookshelves, clearly running out of space, tin of black paint on the nearest board, slender finger dipping into it every now and then, continuing his calculation at a steady pace. He’s wearing an impossible combination of clothes, black leather pants – the ones he got for their recent ventures into clubbing, tight to the point of obscene, no room for underwear whatsoever –, one of Hob’s old uni hoodies, bottle green, sleeves rolled up, and sapphire-blue socks, hand knit, courtesy of Constantine. It should look ridiculous, but Hob doesn’t, it’s – his mouth is very dry.

He waits for Morpheus to finish his latest array of variables and close a bracket before he clears his throat softly as not to startle him. His friend turns around with a smile that knocks the remaining breath out of Hob.

“Hello, Hob.”

“Love. What are you doing?” He takes a couple of steps until he’s right in Morpheus’ personal space, close enough to touch. The butterflies in his stomach reappear with fluttery vigour.

“I wanted to find out when you might be home.”

“But,” Hob stutters, “I told you, at six?”

“I wanted to understand what it means.”

Hob’s at a loss for a moment before it clicks. “You can rely on clocks here. Mostly. I mean, unless -”

Morpheus simply leans in and cuts him off with a kiss. Hob foolishly expects relaxed softness and stumbles a bit under an unforeseen onslaught of blatant passion and pure want. He gets lost in it, the accompanying touches sharp and hot and promising, yet not enough, never enough. He lets out an embarrassing whine and blinks his eyes open when Morpheus pulls back.

“I do not need to solve it anymore. You are,” a nip on his jaw, “here,” a lick on the side of his neck, “now.”

[itzrafee]

One Piece Chapter Discussion (Chapter 1126)

Ooh looks like the mystery continues with Yamato investigating the disappearances. I am so curious to see what kind of long lasting effects this will have as with this chapter we’re getting some resolution on a six to seven year old cover story. It’s nice to see Oda expanding on the story around Wano as it’s clear he had a lot of thoughts around it when he was writing it that he didn’t get to explore. I’m also quite curious as to what will happen with the cover stories the closer we get to the end. Whereas he has space to explore other facets of Wano through the cover story, is that something he’ll be able to do with Elbaph with it being so close to the end? Anyways, the rest of the discussion, which is spoiler filled, can be found below the cut!

I don’t know about y’all but I think it would be absolutely terrifying to be where the Straw Hats are in this first page if they weren’t allies with the giants. They straight up just kinda look like their dinner. But we’re not talking about Big Mom so I think the Straw Hats are probably safe. Also while somewhat terrifying, the designs of the Giants are great, they all ooze personality and joviality. I would not want to see them angry either. It’s interesting that the name of the absinthe they’re drinking is the “Green Fairy” and that it can cause hallucinations. Is that just set up to explain how and why the two parties got separated or is it set up for some absinthe-driven hallucinations? 

It’s interesting to me on a story structure level that this chapter kind of illustrates how Oda might have to delve into more slice of life stuff with the crew going forward. That before making this chapter important by flitting around the world and getting updates, Oda first spends some time with the crew just having fun and goofing off. It satisfies the pre-timeskip crowd clamoring for these types of scenes, me among that crowd.

This small sequence with Bonney also gets me right in the heart. Not only does she feel comfortable enough to finally be a child and not put on the airs of a grown adult that the One Piece world requires of people but also she gets to finally be free with her father. One Piece has this startling quality to it that makes the reality of war and oppression so real by contrasting the comedic with the emotional. And nothing hits quite as hard as the fate of the children of this series. We see through the suffering of the Straw Hats as children, Nami, Sanji, and Robin, among a few other characters throughout the series, on how oppression forces you to grow up and be stronger than any child should have to be. In recent arcs that oppression is a reality our young adult Straw Hats face head on. From Otama and Toko in Wano to the metaphors of growing up too fast that Bonney and Momo face us with, Oda is able to use these fantastical elements to deliver truths in more digestible ways. The tragedy of Momo and Bonney having to grow up so fast is such a potent and heart wrenching way to show this side of opression. But Oda is able to provide us with a catharsis that the real world so often denies by having Bonney feel safe again. By having Momo be safe and surrounded by loved ones.

Moving on from that dour and entirely too real note, we finally get a resolution on a cover story from wayyyy long ago where Bartolomeo burned down Shanks flag in Luffy’s name. And there’s a lot to talk about here. For such a fan-favourite and an audience surrogate for many, including myself, It’s odd that it’s been so long since we’ve seen Barto(don’t even get me started on Bon Clay!!). But it’s interesting that Oda seems to understand his impact as it seems like he’s being placed on the same level as Kid and Law in a way. Now this might be a little tin foil hatty of me but don’t you find it odd that Kid, Law, and Barto, all devil fruit users by the way, were all sunk at sea in the New World, the most dangerous sea maybe aside from the Calm Belt? 

And if we remember certain man with a burn scar who was first mentioned in chapter 1056(56=GoMu) and then again brought up in 1081 where it was mentioned that anyone who comes close to him gets swallowed up by whirlpools, I think we might have an option for what might’ve happened to those three. Adding on to that, if we go allll the way back to chapter 2 and full tin foil hat, we can see Luffy getting sucked into a whirlpool soon after he sets out on his journey but then bursting out of a barrel sometime after with Koby. In my head, I can totally see the aforementioned three joining Luffy on Elbaph, especially now that’s been separated from his crew. Maybe Luffy was also kidnapped by this whirlpool wielding man with a burn scar…again.

Okay, fanciful thinking aside we still gotta talk about how we’ve seen Shank’s main crew be ruthless badasses. Lucky Roux in Chapter 1 straight killed a dude while the whole crew laughed. Benn Beckman not only threatened Kizaru but also cut off Kid’s arm. And here, Yassop basically has a cannon attached to his gun and blows up a fleeing Barto Club. While these guys may seem easygoing, they’re still stone cold pirates. Also that ultimatum with the poison was pretty cold too. Barto’s ship blowing up also shows how lethal Yassop’s Haki must be, because I can imagine that Barto might’ve tried to shield his ship with his devil fruit.

I find it curious that Koby was so important to Blackbeard’s plans. I wonder if Blackbeard wanted to use Koby like how the Marines used Ace? We know how much Blackbeard’s plans mean to him. His scheming, though a lot of the time quite impromptu, is half the reason he’s an emperor already. And Blackbeard is in prime position to execute some big time operations. Not only does he have leverage in Garp(though thinking about it, wouldn’t the marines be glad to be rid of him?), he also has Pudding and all the knowledge Caribou brings. Oda makes it a point to show that Caribou has finally gotten to Blackbeard. It’s interesting that he’s surveilling the Revolutionary's too. Especially with Lafitte. Maybe he’s trying to get the heat off of himself by having Lafitte do some undercover hits and then blame it on the Revo’s?

Though, weirdly, the most important tidbit here to me is that Moria got away. It seems most likely that Moria will join Cross Guild as it seems to be the place for Warlord Alumni and Perona already has connections there in the form of Mihawk. I’d originally thought that Blackbeard was going to get Moria to reanimate Kaido, Big Mom, and Garp’s corpses with the obstacle standing in their way being that Blackbeard was responsible for Absolams death but now it seems like Moria’s going to be a player for Cross Guild, with at least the Yonkou resurrections still on the table. Also if Cross Guild is the place to be for former Warlords then we could see Boa join too. And maybe even Kuma and Doflamingo if the latter breaks out of Impel Down. Which I kinda hope he does just purely due to the fact that it might provide a path for Bon Clay to get out too.

This scene with Bonney and Jinbei is adorable but uhh, what’s Lilith staring at? Could she be communicating with Vegapunk?

Finally, in the last page we get some weird shenanigans happening. First, someone wakes Nami up but it appears that she’s alone. She’s had a change of clothes and seems to be in a lego house. The floor is kind of undeniable proof of that even if you want to try and explain away everything else. And finally, she seems to be alone. The going theory seems to be that this is Prince Loki’s lego house and that he’s playing with the StrawHats like toys. He could’ve been the one to call out for Nami. He could be a fan of the StrawHats. And honestly, that theory kinda makes sense, I totally subscribe to it. Loki could be a somewhat petulant giant like Big Mom. I also don’t think the impatient figure at the end of 1124 is him either as that seemed to be a human who was drinking, my going theory about that person being that it was Scopper Gaban, the third crew member of the Roger Pirates after Roger and Rayliegh. See ya next week!

[hellfiremunsonn]

💕Now You See Me Part One💕

I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Summary: You’re not as innocent as everyone thinks, just a little clueless and maybe a bit careless, and with zero filter Eddie’s crush begins almost instantly.

Because Eddie sees you… He sees you for you, and the minute you stumble into his garage at work, asking him to fix your bike he knows he has you wrapped around his finger and he’ll do everything and anything to get what he wants.

Warnings: perv!eddie, he’s gross, he touches, he sneaks peeks, probably some coercion, will lead to smut but everything reader does is consensual, “innocent” reader, fem!reader, slight little reader, slight age regression?actions traded for Eddie’s labor on the bike, (will update as I go)

💕Part One💕

"Hi Eddie!"

Your singsong voice echoing in the empty garage, startling him from the large toolbox he had been organizing, he dropped one of the wrenches onto his foot. 

"Fuck!" he muttered through his teeth.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" You say letting your bike fall carelessly to the floor with a crash. "I didn't mean to scare you, I t-thought you heard me come in" You said leaning down to grab the wrench off the floor, holding it with both your hands wrapped around it. "I came to ask you for help"

"Help?" He said finally turning to face you, eyes instantly noticing the way you held onto the wrench so tightly, and how small they would look wrapped around his-

"Yeah, my bikes broken" you said gesturing behind you with your thumb.

It's bubblegum pink, iridescent strings of pompoms attached to the handle bars, with a bright yellow wicker basket on the front, your belongings had spilt from it onto the ground next to it.  

"Why'd you come to me?" Eddie asks skeptically 

You furrow your brows at him. "Cause you know how to fix stuff? You're the only person I know who'd help me and not make me feel stupid about it" you got quiet saying the last part, a little shy under his brown eyes. 

"I guess I can take a look at it" he said with a soft smile. "Bring it over here" he said with a wave of his hand. 

You squealed a little in excitement, rushing over to your bike, forgetting you were still holding the wrench. Turning on your heel you walk back to Eddie, taking his hand and pulling it towards you so you could give the tool back to him. 

"Forgot I was holding it" you said with a laugh, going back to your bike and rolling it over to him.  He watched the way you moved, the way you bent down, legs still straight with your ass just inches away from being exposed. 

The smallest of breezes would easily lift the fabric of your flimsy dress and Eddie almost stops himself from turning on the oscillating fan next to him, but he does it faster than his brain can keep up with. 

The fan starts up loudly but you don't give it a second glance, barely noticing when the wind hits the top of your thighs, the skirt of your dress rippling around you, giving Eddie the slightest peak at your sheer pink panties underneath. 

"Woah!" You say standing up quickly, bringing your bike up with you by the handle bars, one hand smoothing your dress back down your bum.

"You didn't see my vagina just then did you?" You asked bluntly, rolling the bike back over to him.  

It takes eddie a moment to realized what you just said, shocked by your forwardness. "No, I didn't, I wasn't looking anyway" he said trying to play it cool. 

"If you didn't see it, then how would you know if you weren't looking?"

"I wasn't really paying attention sweetheart, now what's up with your bike" he said nodding towards it. 

"The chain won't stay on, n'I keep trying to fix it" you said with a pout. "But the thing won't stay"

"Keep it held up for me yeah?" he asked.

"Okay"

He kneeled down next to you, fumbling with the chain while muttering things under his breath, things you can't hear clearly enough to understand. You watch his hands, how fast they move, yet with such precision, like he already knew what he had to do before even touching the chain.

Eddie knew the bike would be easy to fix, probably wouldn't take him more than five minutes, maybe even less, but you looked so pretty and if he leaned back just enough he could see up the skirt of your dress and the plush curve of your ass. He doesn't know how he's going to keep you around, but he's damn sure going to try. 

"Alright" he says, going to stand up but falling onto his butt slightly, his hand grabbing the back of your thigh in support before trying to stand up again, his thumb leaving a smudge of grease on your skin like a signature. 

"You okay?" you ask, hands reaching out towards him to help if he needed it, but he doesn't.

"Just lost my balance a bit" he said wiping his hands against his already grease covered coveralls. 

"So can you fix it?" you said, an unmissable, adorable hopefulness to your voice. 

"Oh yeah, shouldn't be too bad, but it'll cost ya" he says with a smirk, leaning back against the table behind him, arms crossing over his chest, biceps bulging. It made your mouth go dry. 

"Shit" you mumble, biting your bottom lip. "I don't really have much money, is there anything else I can do?" 

"Anything else you can do?" Eddie repeats.

"Yeah, like suck your dick or something" you say with a snort, covering your mouth with your hand. Eddie goes ridged but you don't notice. "I'm totally kidding, but there's gotta be something I can help you with?"

He blows out his breath through his lips after a dramatic sigh. "Oh man I don't know"

"Oh come on Eddie there's GOT to be somethin?" you said a little louder, missing the G on the end of your word, your hands coming together, interlocking your fingers causing your boobs to squish together. Bouncing once on your heels, boobs jiggling with the movement, your lips in a pout. You were so eager to help him, you'd probably do anything, and the pleading look in your eyes made Eddies dick twitch. 

"W-What if I come by everyday and help out here?" you question.

"Help out here? What on earth would a little princess like you be able to do here?" He said with a slight scoff.

"I can be very helpful!" you protest, stomping your foot slightly. 

"I'm sure you can be sweetheart, but not here" he said with an eye roll. 

TAG LIST: @hard-candy-writing @harrys-four-nipples @edsforehead @candyflossfairy @ceriseheaven @bowersbubbles @choke-me-eddie @eddiessidegirl

[krakenbait]

bragging rights bracket update #7: the wait is over

hello bracketeers!

i sincerely apologize for the delay, and the fact that i entirely skipped over the conference finals. the commissioner was slacking... but at least i still have a better reputation than gary bettman!

congrats to the florida panthers for resisting complete memeification and adding to connor mcdavid's continued sadness. sorry oilers fans, looks like you aren't breaking the canadian cup curse yet. enjoy cmd's consolation conn smythe?

but i've got an even bigger congratulations to a certain someone who literally defied all odds, not to mention six rounds of merciless teasing. the winner of this year's bragging rights bracket challenge is... drum roll please...

@circle--of--confusion!

you may relish in your bragging rights and hold your victory over the other competitors for the next calendar year.

rounding out our podium, we have ki in second, despite my attempts to curse them for picking the rangers to win, and @morganfrost in third, representing the devils server!

the final round of commentary for this year's brag-cket is under the cut. see y'all next year!

256 points

🥇 Rats! (aaaahwhoah) ( @circle--of--confusion) - i am genuinely baffled how you pulled this off. your western conference was trashed after the first round, and yet picking the florida men to win on a joke bracket paid serious dividends.

213 points

🥈 amelidek's bracket - this is the second year in a row that a member of the avs server has taken home second place. how about that!

182 points

🥉 win for quinn ( @morganfrost) - at least quinn got his norris trophy, and we got a smile out of him.

169 points

homer like the iliad (me) - i have regressed to the mean (i always seem to finish fourth or fifth)

166 points

been bragging ( @natashastarkk) - a valiant effort, but both the playoffs and the bracket got a new winner this year

163 points

brack that et ( @nastybastian)

so close, yet so far!

161 points

abeja's bracket - if only you had picked the other team in your finals match up...

135 points

cause chaos ( @andreisvechnikov) - *takes out a salt shaker* not only did the canes not "win now," now you've gotta watch the devils steal another one of your defensemen!

128 points

kindanerdy's bracket

i really hope you didn't get your hopes up too much.

118 points

hellybracket ( @arsonandhockey) - i think this is your best finish yet!

116 points

t-birds for the win ( @shea-theodore) - surprise surprise, they did not.

eldest daughter w ( @puck--off) - you lost the battle of the quinn hughes canucks brackets.

101 points

Le $$ Beans ( @stromesquad) - now there's still a chance for dylan to get a cup before connor!

96 points

Pizza Rats - that's what you get for being a rangers fan

please happen ( @builthebobder) - the lack of color on your final bracket is a little startling.

45 points

Do It For JEdwards ( @patron-saint-of-boston-hockey) - i don't even have to add another sword, trading ullmark to the senators is a wound in and of itself... and i am thoroughly throwing salt in it.

40 points

jt's kombucha tap ( @assistantcaptainmitchmarner) - you get a consolation prize for finishing dead last. enjoy your emoji plastic participation medal 🏅

[in-search-of-a-fallen-star]

at the last stroke of midnight (pt. 1)

Pairing: Shouto Todoroki/Reader

WC: 2,021

Content warnings: aged up characters, everyone is in their 20s or older. fantasy au. no real content warnings for this part, mostly just fluff. no pronouns used for reader, but they are described to wear skirts and are referred to as 'my lady'.

i've had this idea kicking around for a while, and finally decided to finish it for shouto's birthday this year! i have this mostly written, so updates should be consistent, with the last part hopefully coming out on his birthday next week.

soundtrack for this: the whole story was written to the 2015 Cinderella soundtrack by Patrick Doyle. 10/10 recommend.

part 1 (you are here) : part 2

Curse these southerners and their confounded layers,” you muttered angrily as you tried to situate your skirts and petticoats so you could lay down. After some pulling and twisting and more grumbled swearing, you sank down into the soft grass, a sigh of relief escaping your lips at the cool shade underneath the sweeping branches of the trees. You fanned yourself, trying to create any sort of breeze as the haze of the summer afternoon rippled in the air. 

You were still close enough to the palace gardens that you could hear the chatter of passing courtiers and servants, the hum of conversation blending with the buzzing of the cicadas to create a soothing kind of white noise. You had time yet, you mused. Time enough for a nap, before you were summoned back to your duties in the castle. Settling your head on your arm, you closed your eyes and began to doze off in your woodland bower.

Crashing sounds rudely roused you from your peaceful rest. There’s no time to react before a form hurtled through the bushes, landing on top of you with a grunt. You catch a flash of red and white hair, and you come nose to nose with surprised blue and grey heterochromatic eyes. You raise your hands to shove him off of you, but a loud noise catches both of your attention.

“GET THE FUCK BACK HERE, ICY HOT!” comes a bellow from somewhere in the palace gardens, accompanied by a crackle of something that sounds like… firecrackers? 

The man above you smirks faintly, and you push at his chest, meeting surprisingly solid muscle. Unfortunately, all your shove really does is remind him of your presence, and he turns back to regard you with a curious look. You open your mouth to scream, and he quickly raises a hand to cover your mouth. “Quiet, just for a moment. Please?” he murmurs, his voice low and soft.

You glare but remain silent. The two of you listen to the angry man’s footsteps and grumbling recede, and the moment he fades out of your range of hearing you open your mouth and drag your tongue across the palm still covering your mouth. He recoils immediately, and you take the opportunity to push him again. This time he goes, rocking back to kneel on the grass in front of you. He offers you a hand, but you brush it to the side as you sit up. 

“Did you… lick me?” he asks, looking at you incredulously. 

“Would you rather I bit you instead?” you retort, focused on righting your dress. “Both are justified when a strange man puts his hand over one’s mouth.” 

This startles a huff of laughter out of the strange man. “Ah, no. I am glad you did not bite me.” He looks you over with a strange glint in his eye. “What is your name, my lady?” 

You examine him in return. He’s dressed in loose clothes under leather armor, and has a fine dusting of dirt that suggests he’s come from the training yards. A knight, perhaps? “I’m no one of consequence,” you say airily, leaning on the tree behind you for support as you stand up.

 He rises with you, his hand moving on instinct to offer you assistance, hanging in the air between the two of you. You brush the grass blades off your skirt and look up, surprised to find his varicolored eyes still watching you. There’s a moment of stillness as your eyes meet, and a shiver runs down your spine at being studied so intently. 

The sound of distant bells breaks the atmosphere that has settled over the two of you. Tearing your eyes away from the stranger’s face, you look towards the clock tower and count the bells. You curse under your breath, realizing that you’d taken a longer nap than you’d meant to. As you turn to push through the bushes, a cool hand wraps around your wrist. 

“Will you be at the tournament tomorrow?” 

“Perhaps, if my lady wishes for me to accompany her.” You pull your hand from his grasp and turn to push through the bushes, returning to the manicured paths of the palace gardens. His gaze remains on you as you walk away, and you can feel it on you like a touch. It sends shivers skittering down your spine, and your skin tingles where his fingers wrapped around your wrist. Discreetly, you shake out your hands and tip your chin up, making your way to the queen’s apartments. 

The queen is seated at her vanity, and her grey eyes twinkle at you in the mirror. “You missed dinner,” she says calmly, a sly smile curling the corners of her mouth. 

“I apologize, your majesty. I was… delayed,” you say, falling into a deep curtsy before moving behind her. You begin gently removing the pins from her snow white hair. 

She lets you work in silence for a moment, letting you relax for a moment before she meets your eyes in the mirror. “Were you napping again?”

“I would do no such thing, your majesty. I was simply enjoying the weather,” you say loftily, refusing to meet her knowing gaze. 

“Ah yes, enjoying the weather that you’ve complained about since you arrived.”

“Perhaps I would enjoy it more if I didn’t have to wear all these accursed layers in the middle of summer,” you grouse, running a soft bristled brush through her fine white hair. “These southerners have such delicate sensibilities. I don’t know how you put up with them, your majesty.”

“You’ll grow accustomed to them in time,” she leans her head back with a sigh. “You might even come to find their ways charming.”  

“Perhaps. It will be difficult to find them charming while I’m sweating like a pig in three layers of skirts, though.” Your hands still in her hair, and you can feel her eyes on you. “I would kill for a swim in the glacial river,” you joke, resuming your work.

“I know you miss home,” Rei says, her voice gentle. “If you ever want to return, just say the word.”

You let out a distinctly unladylike snort. “And leave you alone to play nice with these southerners? Unlikely.” 

She laughs, the sound clear and tinkling like bells. You tie off her long braid with a silver ribbon and do a once over of her room, checking to see if there’s anything you missed.

“You’re free to go,” Rei stands from her chair, pulling a soft blue robe over her nightclothes. “I can take care of myself for the rest of the evening. You’ll need your rest before you attend me at the tournament tomorrow,” she says, a sly look in her grey eyes. 

You let her see your eye roll as you dip into a curtsy. “As your majesty wishes,” you say, voice saccharine sweet. 

“It’ll be fun,” she tells you. “This city knows how to put on a show.”

“Ah yes, people in metal suits bashing each other over the head with sticks, my favorite.” 

“There’s more to it than that,” she admonishes. “You’ll understand once you see. Now run along,” she shoos you out the door with a flapping motion. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

The next morning finds you stifling a yawn behind your hand as you wait in the kitchens for the maids to assemble the queen’s breakfast tray. You hum to yourself as you ascend the stairs to her chambers, where you find her already awake.

You set the tray down on her small table and begin setting out her food. The queen finishes the letter that she’s working on at her desk before she joins you, sitting elegantly in one of  the chairs. Once you’ve finished unpacking her tray, you move to her wardrobe.

“Any preferences for your gown today, your majesty?” 

“Let’s do the light green one that I wore on May Day.” 

You retrieve the requested gown from its place in the wardrobe, laying it out on the bed before you begin gathering the required accessories. Once the queen finishes her breakfast, she stands at the vanity, and you begin the process of dressing. Over her chemise goes the petticoat, then a royal blue kirtle woven with gold. The pale green gown goes last, finely made and patterned with verdant leaves.

You fasten a golden girdle at her waist, studded with emeralds and sapphires. She takes a matching necklace out of her jewelry box and hands it to you to fasten around her neck. Rei takes a seat at the vanity for you to do her hair, which you then place a fine golden veil over, holding it in place with combs. 

The final piece is her crown, a delicate golden thing set with moonstones and star sapphires. It rests on her brow, and it makes her look regal and imposing. 

Satisfied with your handiwork, you leave her to inspect the gown in the mirror while you go to the table and begin gathering the breakfast dishes to take back to the kitchen. Before you can leave, the queen calls your name.

“Come here,” she beckons you. Rei pulls something out from a drawer in her desk and offers it to you.  You set the tray down on the table and approach. The object in her hand is a wreath of silk flowers, bound together with colorful ribbons. It’s too big to be a bracelet, and too small to be a crown. You turn it over in your hands, trying to deduce its purpose.

“It’s a favor,” the queen explains. She laughs softly at your look of confusion. “It’s a token that’s customarily given to a knight of your choosing before their bout at the tournament. As queen, I cannot show favor to one knight over the others, but you have no such restrictions.”

She sees the hesitation on your face. “Just think about it,” she asks, her voice gentle. “I won’t order you to participate in this country’s customs, but  this would be a good start.” 

You tuck the favor in your pocket. “I will, your majesty,” you curtsy. She looks pleased, and the two of you share a smile before you leave the room. 

You bring the tray back to the kitchens and see to your other duties. The favor burns a hole in your pocket while you dash about, finishing chores and preparing the queen’s box. Perhaps she’s right, you muse. Since you arrived four months ago, you’ve avoided every custom and tradition the south has to offer. You’re at court so little that you’ve only met two of the queen’s four children- Princess Fuyumi is the picture of an elegant southern lady, and Prince Natsuo seems like a kind man, devoted to his studies.

The other two princes have eluded you so far. Prince Touya has been in recovery since the whole business with the king, and hasn’t been seen in the capital since. As far as you know, the youngest prince has been away for several months, studying magic under the great mage Yagi Toshinori. You’ve heard that the youngest prince has made quite a name for himself, as he roams the country slaying monsters with his teacher. It’s unlikely that either of them will attend, but you wonder if they’ll make an appearance.

Your mind strays to the strange knight with the heterochromatic eyes. You can’t deny that he’d been handsome, with those blue and grey eyes, delicate features, and a soft mouth. As a knight he’s most likely going to be somewhere in the tournament tomorrow, a part of your mind whispers. 

You quash that thought immediately. Your duty is to the queen, you remind yourself. You have no business getting distracted, no matter how pretty the distraction might be. Besides, most of these southerners are only interested in you because you’re an oddity. They’re curious about your snow woman heritage, and their interest quickly wanes when you refuse to do tricks for them.

The knight didn’t know, your brain points out. And he was interested in you anyway.

[fellominaarcher]

GOT MARRIED - YOO JIMIN; KARINA

5. Settling Down, One Bed

Chapters

approx. word counts:2904 words

A few days later

Since their wedding, the 'married' pair hasn't texted or spoken to one another.

Despite the fact that the kiss was on the cheek.

WGM made the decision to take a two- or three-day vacation from it to focus on other aspects of the show.

Both groups completed their group schedules in the meantime, and Aespa conducted a performance at Inkigayo in promotion of their latest album.

DayDream presented a performance at the MNET comeback stage during that time.

Girls, the album's lead single, which Aespa just launched. The promotions for it were about to be completed by the girls.

Aespa is currently driving back to the dorm since filming for We Got Married will continue the day after tomorrow.

The other team members were conversing but a worn-out Jimin was merely on her phone.

Their manager entered the vehicle and greeted, "Oh, hello girls," sitting in the passenger seat.

The girls acknowledged her presence and welcomed her for coming.

She exhaled loudly. "Pay attention, girl. I'd like to provide an update on WGM" as their manager stated.

"The production crew has acquired an apartment unit for you and Y/N to rent in, but of course, the expense of it will not be covered by you, simply because you're married." The manager teased the oldest member with a little smile.

Jimin gave a subtle nod. "So, when are we going to 'move' into this apartment? You know..." She quoted the phrase.

Fortunately, she asked just as the manager lady was ready to give her the complete explanation.

All the girls leaned in closer to the manager after she motioned for them to do so.

Minutes passed at 3x the speed of the manager explaining and telling new things, and the bird's poop fell down at the car's left side window.

Even a leaf flew by the car and outside the car, a man fell down the drain.

Accompanied by nods and wide eyes from the girls, so many hand gestures.

Finally, the girls let out loud gasps at the end of their stories.

Minjeong elegantly covered her mouth with her hand.

Even Aeri, in a slaying mannerism, had her hand on her chest, her jaw dropped, her brows raised, and her face seemed really startled.

The same can be said of Ningning and its leader, Jimin.

The manager lady simply responded with a solemn expression and a slow, deliberate nod.

Giselle shook her head and let out a breath, as if she needed to get her thoughts together.

"I need a cigarette," Giselle blurted in English.

They were undoubtedly shaken and confused by what they heard from the manager.

In around two days, Jimin will 'move' temporarily with this fictitious wife.

I guess for the benefit of the show.

Even 'fans.'

The shipping culture in fandom genuinely terrifies both Jimin and Y/N, to be honest. It can occasionally go too far and become uncomfortable to deal with. Because of the culture, she worries that she won't be able to properly communicate with others, which could affect her relationships with them.

In addition to all of that, she comes into conflict with the show. A difficult internal conflict to discuss with others.

However, it is best to believe that there is only one person who will listen to her about it.

For the time being, she must prepare for the moving together scheme.

3 days later...

Karina has arrived at the first filming site, where the team will showcase the apartment they will share in the first act.

They are completely set up and just need Jang Y/N to show there, so they will begin in an hour.

The other idol arrived at the scene as people were still waiting. She moved cautiously towards Jimin, who was looking through Instagram. Jimin is not aware of the presence of her temporary wife, therefore she scoffed at the girl.

"Haa, interesting!" The stunning girl's phone practically flew out of her hands as Y/N commented. Y/N happily laughed as Jimin displayed utter annoyance.

Jimin took a long breath as she observed the girl's face and said, "Yah..." in the kindest tone she could muster.

Y/N simply grinned broadly. "I love cats too." The girl started the conversation by saying that.

The filming partner, who she hadn't expected to share an interest with, excitedly said, "Oh really?!" as the visual leader grinned.

It appears that Jang Y/N also enjoys cats.

That's what Yoo Jimin was thinking internally.

She actually smiles at this. "Have you ever owned one?" she inquired, leaning close to the girl. The fact that the whole leaning into Y/N is unintentional.

If not mistaken, this is a sort of body language that, when used, indicates interest.

Y/N leaned in slightly as well, and when their eyes locked, she said, "Used to have one, the name was Choco, regrettably he died of old age," pouting as the story came to a sad conclusion.

Jimin's smile vanished as soon as she heard the final sentence, and a wave of melancholy swept across her face.

Y/N let out a sigh. "I know it's sad, but I wish cats could live forever," she told the girl as she leaned against the wall behind her, followed by Jimin.

Jimin sighed, but other than turning to face the girl and giving her a beautiful smile, she said nothing.

Yoo Jimin's genuine smile, unexpectedly? Yes.

One of the staff members yelled, "Karina Aespa!" to tell her to get ready.

The two girls' heads were turned towards the voice. She turned to face Y/N again and stared at her for quite some time.

Surprisingly, they also communicated somewhat through their eyes. Y/M's facial expressions told Jimin to prepare.

Yoo Jimin received a raised brow from Y/N.

Jimin remained silent as well, but she did nod her head slightly and give the girl a flat-lipped smile.

The older girl declared awkwardly, "I'll get going now, see you later," while pointing her thumb in the back.

She motioned that she needed to leave for the moment and smiled awkwardly.

Y/N nodded to the girl while humming in agreement.

Jimin exited the room. "Bye, see ya!" she said sweetly.

Y/N, who was basically just watching Jimin, laughed at what she did.

She was inspecting the girl from head to toe, every inch of her body, and it was safe to say she was a little smitten with her.

"Y/N!" one of the staff members called out to her, and she simply walked towards her dressing room without responding.

The idol was present in her own world. She was thinking about something profound.

As her manager yelled "Boo!" at her, Y/N was so startled that her heart nearly burst out of her mouth.

Y/N has her hand securely pressed to her chest and was shrieking loudly while doing so.

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "What the fuck..." the idol cursed as she struggled to remain still.

Y/N took a second big breath as the manager simply laughed in delight.

The manager's tongue clicked. "I saw you two talking," she teased Y/N mischievously.

Y/N scoffed, shook her head, and moved past the older woman since she was not amused.

The manager approached her. "I see the heart eyes in your eyes," she teased Jang Y/N once more.

Y/N, however, was unmoved by her teasing because the girl was simply displaying her RBF face.

The manager gave up after receiving almost no responses and muttered, "Alright okay."

Even the management found her lack of expressiveness annoying.

When she went away, her manager yelled, "I know damn well!" in a loud whisper.

Y/N was simply observing her when she rolled her eyes once again, perhaps cursing the manager in her mind.

"In 3!"

"2!"

"1!"

"Action!"

The director gave the signal and the cameramen began to do their jobs, running the cameras.

To follow the couple about, one person held the camera while the other two handled a lighting kit and a microphone.

The host of WGM handed Jimin the apartment key; she accepted it and began to unlock the door.

She opened the door after a couple seconds, allowing the camera to capture the image of a focus point that resembled a room.

As they entered the apartment, the scent of lavender hit them in the nose, but they didn't forget to take off their shoes.

The living area looked impressive to the visual idol, although it was chilly because the team was still setting everything.

For a while, the air conditioner was on so that everyone could enjoy it when it was later displayed.

"How do you like it?" asked the BGM host enthusiastically.

He brought smiles to the couple. "It really looks as though we're married" teased Y/N.

Jimin's face lit up with a beautiful smile and a slight flush on her cheeks.

She simply nodded without responding, as she was becoming shy and heated for no apparent reason, especially under Y/N's intimidation.

They made a complete lap of the apartment and were immediately captivated. The couple felt like they were already home. At long last, they are about to show them both the bedrooms.

They unlocked the door to the bedroom, which had a queen-sized bed with green matcha-colored sheets and a comforter as well.

The apartment is pastel-themed, blending in with the minimalist concept that Jimin and Y/N generally prefer.

After witnessing the entire house, Y/N's heart was filled with excitement, and she immediately leaped into the bed.

She also pulled the older girl down with her, which startled Karina and caused her to let out a loud squeal.

By Y/N's unexpected behaviour, all staff members are taken off guard, their wide-open mouths dropping to the floor.

Both of them were cuddled up in the comfortable bed as Y/N telepathically flirted with Jimin by gazing into her eyes.

"Think about what we can do on this soft bed," Y/N smiled and whispered.

The thought was making Jimin's heart skip a beat, and she had so many different scenarios running through her mind.

Because of what Y/N said.

"Dirty-minded girl, I mean good things on the bed," Y/N laughed again as she lightly smacked the elder girl's arm.

"Like afternoon sleep!" YN clarified.

The director shouted, "Alright... CUT!"

He was pleased with their performance in front of the camera. He was very happy and satisfied with himself.

Karina remained on the bed, lying on her side and facing the headrest, while Y/N got out of it.

She was flabbergasted by her wife's teasing, which she acknowledged. Fearful that her fear will become authentic, and how easily she was swayed by it.

It seems as though her fictitious wife had the upper hand. She has an urge to experience it for herself.

Should Karina allow herself to fall and be welcomed into it if that is the case?

Night time

The director clapped his hands, signalling everyone to prepare for the last part of the filming.

He looked around at everyone and said, "Come on, come on, let's go!" to them.

The makeup artists were finishing the idols' makeup, Jimin standing in the corner and playing around with the makeup artist.

Suddenly, the director's assistant came up to them, before he began to announce something.

He cleared the throat "Mr Director warned me tonight will include A LOT of skinships!" He announced.

"You ought to improvise as well" he advised with a smile.

Karina's world nearly fell apart at the mere thought of it and Y/N froze upon hearing it.

"I heard you well, didn't I?" asked Y/N, hesitated in her spot.

The older girl took a very long and deep breath "Okay?" she answered with a sharp voice.

She squealed, more likely.

The assistant patted Y/N on her back and smiled at her "You can do it, right?" said the assistant.

Everyone was quiet after the question, just watching the shorter helper with straight faces.

Somewhat devoid of emotion.

The director's faint shout, "We're rolling soon!" jolted them out of their trances.

A hard slap to Y/N's back "ORGH!" the girl froze again in a pained position, face reddened from the pain.

The assistant walked away smiling, blissfully unaware of the pain he had inflicted on Y/N.

Jimin saw this and made an effort to talk to her fictitious wife. "Are you okay?" she questioned.

"I have a pimple on my back," Y/N was saying as she clutched her fist shut to stifle the discomfort.

Jimin became concerned and was unsure of how to stop the pain.

Straight to the filming...

"I can't believe we got takeaway for the first night in this flat and I'm very lazy to cook." Y/N told Jimin who was sitting on the bed.

When she mentioned that, Y/N had just connected her phone's charging wire.

The camera was focused on her as she moved slowly towards Jimin.

Both of the girls were in their sleeping attire. Jimin turned to face Y/N, who was getting closer to her.

Y/N, who was quietly looking down at the older girl and concentrating on Jimin's face.

The room was not completely illuminated because some of the lights had already been turned off. It was getting close to 11 p.m.

Jimin sat on the bed with her two arms supporting her weight and was facing the younger girl.

Y/N didn't say anything while just staring at the Aespa leader as Jimin leaned back slightly to gaze up at Y/N face.

"This is my bed, too," she said quietly as she placed a knee on the bed, causing Jimin to lean further back as a result.

At this instant, if she puts another knee on the mattress, Jang Y/N will be on top of Yoo Jimin and entirely hovering above the Aespa leader.

Everyone became heated and started fangirling and fanboying as a result of this action. They find it difficult to comprehend that this occurred right in front of them.

Y/N is balancing her bodyweight with one arm, and their faces are almost touching.

She started laughing and turned away from the girl. "Calm down, why aren't you saying anything?" she wondered aloud.

Jimin hurriedly climbed into the other side of the bed while Y/N pulled away to allow the girl to have some space.

"Hrm, get in," Jimin said quietly, not impressed despite the fact that she was shy from the intimate contact they had just earlier.

Without thinking twice, Y/N climbed into bed, pulling the blankets up to cover her body, and resting on her side to face the idol.

She was giving the girl a tender look while her hand was resting beneath her head.

Y/N remarked, "I have no idea what I'm doing; I'm just trying not to make it all seem terrible."

"I feel like this is an order also being a requirement as an idol yet here I am with you." she continued speaking.

Jimin turned to face her, "I know right, I'm quite sure you fully understand how I feel about being in this show," she said quietly.

The Aespa's visual fingers spontaneously brushed Y/N's lips and wandered across her face.

Y/N looked at Jimin confusedly "What was the meaning of that?" She lifted an eyebrow of interest.

Right now, the two girls are conversing in a soft, quiet voice.

Jimin gently shook her head, since she genuinely had no idea why she had acted the way she did.

"I have so much to say to you, but I'd rather say it behind the cameras," Y/N spoke as she neared the girl.

Jimin was taken aback when Y/N unexpectedly blurted, "You're gorgeous."

Indeed, she was constantly complimented on her striking beauty, but what about this one? It felt different.

"Fuck the skinships request, let's sleep together, this is our "first night" together." Y/N spoke up since she does not really care.

Even if they are both already drifting a little from the script.

Jimin didn't say anything but nodded; the girl clearly needs to sleep because her eyes were only nearly closed.

Jimin muttered, "I want to close my eyes," as she moved to a more comfortable position on the bed.

Strangely enough, she felt secure with Y/N, and that alone was enough to put her to sleep.

I'm rather certain that it wasn't the food's fault.

This served as the director's cue to end the show's filming for the evening so that the pair may rest and be left alone.

"Okay... cut!" He gave the cue.

Everyone began gathering their things and prepared to remove the cameras and other equipment from the location.

Jimin remained in bed with her eyes closed and wasn't yet completely asleep.

Same goes to Y/N, she was looking at the girl and moving some strands of her hair from the girl's face.

She asked Jimin, "Are you sleeping?" and Jimin simply responded by humming.

This made Y/N smile. "Goodnight, just stay like this until they all move out" she whispered to the girl.

[zrroz]

05/05/24 WV LIVE MOMENTS

he went live at the most random time, his live was held in his room and he was on his bed just smiling when the live initially started </3

at the beginning he was just laying down & he didn't say anything for a solid six minutes and carats thought he was muted until he laughed at a few comments.

after the long moments of silence he finally sat up : "hiiiii carats!" so suddenly & loud, literally shouting which left him with several complaints by carats who got startled.

he said he was bored so he felt the sudden urge to go live and spend some time carats

he would go from quiet to loud so quickly?? like one moment he'd be sitting in silence and the very next moment he'd be yelling or shouting.

he mainly spoke in japanese the whole live and was able to talk to a lot of the japanese fans which made him very happy <3 but he also spoke in korean and a little bit of english to make some jokes.

in the middle of the live jeonghan had called him, at first he didn't answer but jeonghan just kept calling him and then ( playfully ) scolded him once he finally answered.

"how dare u not answer ur favorite hyung!" to which he replied "oh, and who said you were my favorite?" followed by a series of laughter from both of them.

he pulled some random snacks out of nowhere which led to him showing carats a little snack station he had in his room.

after the phone call with jeonghan a few other members started to leave comments on his live such as joshua & dokyeom which surprised him for some reason?

"shua and dokyeomie are here???" "i don't see their comments, you guys talk too much.."

he then argued with carats for the next 5 - 10 minutes over various topics for no reason at all

"i'm kinda tired from schedules but i'm very happy recently because i get to see carats often, so it's okay, they balance each other out."

"i wanna have some solo schedules later this year but i don't know yet, maybe a drama or movie? or...possibly music? i don't like doing music by myself it feels weird, we'll see though. what would carats prefer?"

some comments were left asking about his whole stance with the hybe situation and he did point a few of them out but he really said nothing much.

"it's like the 'when the neighbors argument sounds good', that's what it feels like. i'm legally not allowed to give my opinions on it but it is surely something, truly interesting updates!"

"anyways, i hope carats enjoyed the newest album, it's something new and i'm very excited that we got to show another side of us as a group, we're going so strong and it's all thanks to carats."

he finally ended the live much to the protest of carats after about half an hour but he really really dragged on ending it, he kept going "okay, i'll go now." and then would yap even more <3

he was so smiley the whole live, carats were really surprised at how vibrant he had been but he was genuinely just so happy </3

[joe9cool]

Here you go anon, hope you like it.

Sara , AnnSophie, and Ally Kendricks were blinded by all of the photographers and the fans' camera flashes. Despite Taylor and some of the Chiefs wags Sneaking into the restaurant before hand word had gotten out that the group was at the restaurant. So of course security needed to escort the Chargers ladies into the high end establishment that was shut down for the night.

Dressed to the nines in their Saturday night best the trio made their way into the restaurant. Immediately, Sara was pulled into a hug by Taylor.

The two were good acquainted, Sara mentioned being a fan when she was up and coming and Taylor sent her a PR package for the Lover album and then they passed by at Award shows, sharing a friendly chat and a rowdy night at an after party. However once it was revealed Taylor was seeing the Chiefs tight end the singer reached out to Sara about football and navigating being a WAG. Which Sara was flattered but confused by. Even though she loved Taylor and always had pleasant experiences with her, she never thought they'd become friends.

Once the girls were introduced to everyone on the Chiefs side (Brittany Mahomes, and Gracie Hunt)

Brittany gave off a over niceness, and Sara knew the rep that the QB's wife had given herself over the years. But the girls were not here to start drama or act like they were in high-school.They just wanted to have a good night over cocktails and dinner.

"Where are you guys sitting?" Taylor asked as she took a sip of her wine." Sara looked at AnnSophie and Ally, who shrugged. "Well Justin's older brother, his manager, and his friend from Eugene are arriving tomorrow, we are probably going to be in the crowd-"

"Absolutely not, I may not have been to too many football games, but they are insane. Travis and I insist you all join us in the suites." Taylor smiled and Brittany perked up. "Oh my god you guys should come out and pregame with us at Travis place! We can all get ready together!"

Sara smiled. "Thank you guys, but I have to meet my group before they come by."

The rest of the night everyone relaxed with a few glasses, and everyone had settled in like they were old friends, and the media outlets and fans were eating up every update, even the group photo they all took together.

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It was after the game, and Sara and the group immediately flew back to Los Angeles. While being in the suite with all of them was fun, it did get tiring trying not to sulk while everyone around you was celebrating.

Now home, she was messaging Taylor back and forth and made plans to hang out since Taylor wanted to meet her cats. "You guys are famous." She told Eugene and Nova.

The door opened, startling Sara. Justin walked inside and set his bag down. He was in tears. Slowly, she approached him. "Baby I'm so sorry."

"I'm tired, I just want to eat and go to bed." She nodded and began to take out the other night's leftovers. She began to heat them up. "We're all proud of you. Even Taylor said she was impressed with your play."

He shook his head. "You really think I care what she thinks?" He snapped. Sara backed off. So it was moody tonight. She picked at her food before putting it away.

Sara was ready for bed so she just went under the covers. After a while she felt Justin next to her, eventually pulling her to him. "I'm sorry." He muttered, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

"I know, baby." She turned to face him. Kissing him she muttered. "Things will get better I promise." He nodded and the dam broke. The tears falling "Oh baby." She gathered him in her arms and he was sobbing."

There were no words she could say that could reassure him. She knew that, but damn she could be there for him in whatever way possible.

Finally after a bit he fell asleep and Sara was about to doze off until her phone lit up on the nightstand next to her. She saw it was a message from Mitch.

He has his phone off, but please let him know we are so proud of him.

[first-edition]

Breaking Seasons

Spencer Reid x reader fan fiction

Read the the pervious chapter here

NEW CHAPTER UPDATE EVERY TUESDAY AND THURSDAY.

CHAPTER 3

Cw- violence, mature language and speak, gore, eventual smut, fluff, angst, abuse, childhood trauma, sexual themes, vewier discretion is advised.

Summary- When y/n takes her sick friends criminology class to take notes in the winter, she meets the guest speaker, BAU-FBI agent Spencer reid. After getting to know more about each other due to a college school related case, that ends up involving y/n herself, they naught just have each to keep warm.

STORY BEGINS UNDER CUT

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Monday light shines into your room and your alarm goes off, more like mave calling you. You're phone blares loudly with moves set ring tone of her favorite song. You groan taking your head out of the pillow and answering your phone putting it on speaker.

"Y/n?! Are you in class?" She asks 

"No...why?" You ask sighing

"It's 12:15" she says 

"SHIT!" You startle and jump up out of bed class started nearly an hour ago "fuck fuck fuck!" You curse hanging up the phone and running around your room pulling on clothes you don't even bother with shoes and keep your slippers on you run into the kitchen and open a car of food for your cat and put in on the table not bothering to put it in her bowl. Soon pulling on a beanie on carring about the unbrushed hair you grab your keys and back and run out the door. 

You speed into the parking lot and find a space getting out and running through the campus almost slipping a few times due to the icy walk way. Finally getting to the room you open the door panting out of breath you stop seeing spencer standing at the desk in the middle of a lecture. He holds up a hand in a hello. You shake your head and walk up to the empty seat and sit down. Only about another hour left of class you ask the people next to you for notes and copy them down catching up. 

Maybe you should've just missed it, and told mave you went, but instead here you are in your slippers and pjs and beanie taking the rest of class notes for your sick friend.

People begin to pack up signifying the end of class. And you pack up as well. 

"Y/n." Spencer calls to you as you walk down the stairs.

"You alright?" He asks gesturing ti your outfit.

"Yeah I just woke up late.. sorry I didn't mean to interrupt your lecture." You apologize 

"It's okay. I was just happy to see you. You rush out of bed?" He asks 

"Y-yeah hehe." You reply shivering slightly realizing you forgot a jacket. 

Spencer dosnt hesitate and takes his off wrapping it around you.

"Thank you...um I know you probably have work with the case here and all but would you like to come over. Repay for the drink." You reply 

"No" he blurts out

"No I'm sorry I mean yes I would love to join you. And no I don't have anything and you don't have to pay me back." He says. 

A smile shows on your face. "You can follow me if you'd like." You reply

He nods as you both walk out of the classroom room. 

Walking down the courtyard to the parking spencer name is called. 

"There you are i was looking for you." A girl in bright winter clothes and red lipstick on says "oh im sorrry am I interrupting anything?' She asks. 

"N-no no Penelope this is y/n, y/n this is Penelope Garcia our technical analyist." Spencer introduces you to each other as she hold out he hand smiling. 

"Oh!! You're y/n. Spencer talks about you." She says spencer sisghs defeated looking down. 

"You talk about me Spence?" You nudge him giving him a nickname off the top of your head to fluster him a bit. 

"Y-yeah as a matter of fact I do." He chuckles pushing his hair back. "D-did you need me for anything." He asks 

"Oh no hitch sent me out to keep tabs on you with us being so separated for this case." She smiles 

"Oh well I'll be at y/n's house." He says only the is that she notices you're wearing his jacket. 

"Oh..OH WELL THEN i wont interrupt you any longer." She smiles brightly. 

"Garcia.." spencer sighs as she hurries off you winter boot heels clicking behind her.

"Im sorry." He apologizes. 

"No no that was fun." You reply. He shoves his hands in his pant pockets and tilts his head looking at you. 

"S-Spence huh?" He says. 

"If you don't want it i can take it back." You suggest "no! It's just i only know one on their person who calls me that...but...its much better to hear it from you." He says you smile and nod. 

As you both continue walking to your cars.

Walking up the steps to your apartment door you take out your keys and unlock the door. 

"S-sorry for the mess." You say opening the door revealing you absolutely spotless apartment. Spencer chuckles at the unfolded blanket on your couch. You take off his jacket and hang it on the rack.

"I'll be right back. Make your self at home." You tell him and disappear into the next room down the hall.

"You're apartment is amazing!" He exclaims looking around at the large space. 

"Thank you." you call out to him. He looks around feeling the soft grey couch and the fire in the fire place across from it. Looking up at the high ceiling a chandelier hangs. He looks down hearing a meow. He bends down holding out his hand your cat goes right too him rubbing her head against his hand as he pets her. Admiring the jeweled collar on her neck. He looks back up hear your steps only to be met with an image of you in your mirror. Pants-less and taking off your shirt exposing your bare back. He wants to look away, its the gentlemanly thing to do, is look away.

Before you can turn around he looks away. You put on blue jeans and white fluffy socks, and an oversized sweat shirt. You pull up your hair in a pony tail. And walk back out of your room to greet Spencer.

"So.. what will it be dr Reid, tea, coffee, or alcohol." You say as he smiles up at you from your cat. 

"Coffee will do."  He says you nod walking to your kitchen, Spencer follows behind you.

Read next ch 4 here

[denimbex1986]

'It's part of the job description for pop culture writers and critics to read way too much into things, drawing parallels between otherwise unrelated projects or roles that others (read: normal, well-adjusted people) might not even think about. Sometimes, filmmakers and artists will actually end up agreeing with such tenuous connections. Other times, well, you have an encounter where an actor like Cillian Murphy all but laughs off the idea of comparing his performance as crime lord Tommy Shelby in "Peaky Blinders" to J. Robert Oppenheimer in Christopher Nolan's latest blockbuster. (I would know, since Murphy did pretty much exactly that — with extreme grace and humor, I may add — when I interviewed him for /Film prior to the film's release and asked a question about his two most famous characters.)

On the surface, at least, there does seem to be something to it. Shelby, a veteran of World War I and subsequently suffering from profound PTSD, channels all his rage and violence throughout the BBC series into regaining a sense of control that he lost forever while in the trenches. Meanwhile, Murphy and Nolan's interpretation of Oppenheimer features the brilliant scientist plagued by visions of the microscopic world and the power that he has the ability to unleash someday — an act that will haunt him for the rest of his life.

But in an interview with BBC Radio, Murphy answered a tongue-in-cheek comment comparing "Peaky Blinders" with "Oppenheimer" with a startling revelation: we can safely consider Christopher Nolan as one of us weirdos who sees the similarities between the two.

'It's funny, I don't draw any line between those characters...'

Cillian Murphy has heard it all. You can count on him to deftly deflect any comparisons drawn between Oppenheimer and Tommy Shelby with humor ("They both smoked a lot of cigarettes," he told me with perfectly deadpan delivery) or by shifting perspectives entirely, as he once did in an interview with BBC Radio. When asked which character has had more experience staring straight through the camera with one of his patented thousand-mile stares, Murphy chuckled and used the opportunity to defer to director Christopher Nolan:

"I don't know. It's funny, I don't draw any line between those characters, but someone asked me and Chris that question, and Chris said, 'No, but he's a leader, you know, he's a leader of men, like Oppenheimer was.' But it's very dangerous as the performer to ever see any overlap or similarities between characters."

One can fully understand where the actor is coming from, as their livelihood depends entirely on interpreting each and every role they accept through a unique lens. If Murphy allowed himself to start equating two individuals as vastly different as J. Robert Oppenheimer and Tommy Shelby, it's fair to say his performance would've inevitably suffered as a result. But it is interesting to hear that, first and foremost, Nolan is apparently a fan of "Peaky Blinders" and, secondly, that he doesn't mind analyzing them both as leaders — albeit with very different methods.

As "Oppenheimer" continues to take the world by storm, there will hopefully be another strong parallel between Tommy Shelby and Oppenheimer to come. Last we heard, "Peaky Blinders" is planned to end with one final adventure on the big screen. We continue to wait for more updates ... but maybe don't ask Murphy about it.'

[holycrownstarlight]

( Face Claim )

Hi everyone! (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

I'd like to introduce to you my spidersona, Silky Gem - a Brazilian Jewel Tarantula ^^

I was never a big fan of spiders as they all terrified me but, this one in particular helped me get over my arachnophobia just a little.

I wanted my design to be solely based on the qualities that this spider shows rather than what the OG Peter Parker has got on. Nothing wrong with it particular, just that it didn't scream "spider" to me besides the webs and logo ofc.

Besides that, I've been working on a comic about this since the release of the second spiderverse movie! It's still under the works but it's coming along (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

I'd say the fur coat looks a bit off as it doesn't seem to fit the rest of the colors but then again that is part of the colors of the Brazilian Jewel's bottom. Or either like a burgundy. Actually now looking back at the other photos, should've done Burgundy (⁠┛⁠✧⁠Д⁠✧⁠)⁠)⁠┛⁠彡⁠┻⁠━⁠┻

Update: Did a quick revised ref of what it'll look like with Burgundy. Imagine that as the final piece

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Theme Song:

Dance the Night by Dua Lipa

Step On It by Ariana Grande

HIP by MAMAMO

Pocketful of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingful

Quote: "We have to be greater than what we suffer"

Nickname: Camila Ji-Hyun Santos

Alias: Silky Gem

Type: Brazilian Jewel Tarantula 💎

Age + bday: 17, Fri Dec 3

Gender: Female

Ethnicity: Asian Latin American

Hometown: San Francisco

Earth: 201823

Occupation: Student, Costume designer/Seamstress, Artist, Vigilante

Likes:

Dance

Fashion

Drawing

Dislikes:

Miguel O'Hara

Fascits

Great leadership skills

Dedicated to one's beliefs/causes

Anger could go 0 to 100 real quick

Fiery intuition

Doesnt sugarcoat anything; speaks what she thinks

All about individuality and freedom with a knack of fun and adventure

Always protects her friends

Can come across as intimidating but is sweet (for the most part)

Has an eye for details and analytical outlook

Can be a bit childish sometimes

ENFJ

1w9

Soulful + sentimental

Passionate, independent, and driven

Very energetic and compassionate

Very confident and headstrong

Adaptable

Artistic and creative

Rebellious

Innovative and eccentric

Witty

Sassy and fiesty

Wise and determined

Virtuous, studious

Combat: long range

Skills: aerial

Abilities

- web shooting

- wall crawling

- spidey sense

- camouflage

- night vision

- enhanced senses, speed

- superhuman strength

- high durability, reflexes, and healing factor

Introducing “Silk Gem”, the arachnid-inspired hero guarding the vibrant streets of San Francisco.

Meet Camila Ji-Hyun Santos, a spirited Asian Latin American teenager, navigating the bustling streets with a newfound twist in her life’s web.

It all began innocently enough in BioChemistry class at Mission High School where Cami had a knack for connecting w/ animals. Little did she know that the class pet, a stunning Brazilian Jewel Tarantula named Sapphire's, would change her destiny forever. 

Drawn to Sapphire’s mysterious beauty, Cami spends any chance she can get to care for  after school. One evening, during a routine feeding session, a sudden mishap led to a startled Sapphire, biting Cami in a defensive reaction. 

Shocked and initially fearful, Cami later realizes the bite has bestowed her extraordinary abilities. 

Over the following days, Cami begins to manifest spider-like abilities:

With her newfound abilities and love for aiding those in need, she uses it to an advantage to help protect the city.

Now as Silk Gem, with her heart as big as the Golden Gate Bridge and a determination forged from the colorful streets called home, she patrols the diverse neighborhoods of SF.

But though being a hero comes not just crime fighting, but also interference with her personal life. She tries to navigate the complexities of teenagehood with the challenges of school, family, friends, and love all while balancing her dual identities. When obstacles come to push her around, she finds strength in her cause, motivating and reminding her “Why”.

In the Twilight shadows of the city by the bay, Silk Gem stands as a beacon of resiliency and determination, a testament to the transformative power of endurance and self worth.

Camila was a whirlwind of energy and talent at her high school. In the classroom, she was the studious academic achiever, excelling in advanced placement courses and leading study groups late into the evening. Her artistic side shone brightly through her involvement in theater productions, where her creativity breathed life into every character she portrayed.

Beyond the stage, Camila was a social butterfly, effortlessly navigating between student government meetings, charity drives, and community service projects. Always impeccably dressed, she set trends effortlessly, her fashion sense turning heads in the hallways and at school events.

As a leader, she spearheaded business clubs and organized memorable fundraisers and dances, ensuring every detail was perfect. Her passion for social justice was evident in her activism for environmental issues and human rights, driving change within and beyond the school walls.

Despite her busy schedule, Camila remained a versatile and multi-talented student, balancing music rehearsals, sports practices, and academic club meetings with ease. Her charisma and kindness made her beloved by peers and teachers alike, leaving an indelible mark on everyone fortunate enough to know her.

Despite Cami's impressive array of talents and positive qualities, she, like everyone else, would likely have some flaws that add depth to her character:

1. **Perfectionism**: Cami's drive for academic and artistic excellence could sometimes border on perfectionism, leading her to put excessive pressure on herself and others around her.

2. **Overcommitment**: Her involvement in numerous clubs and activities might occasionally overwhelm her, causing stress and fatigue as she tries to balance everything.

3. **Impulsiveness**: In her pursuit of new trends and experiences, Sarah might occasionally act impulsively, making decisions without fully considering the consequences.

4. **Difficulty Saying No**: Because of her desire to help others and be involved in various projects, Sarah might find it challenging to say no, leading to overextension and burnout.

5. **Competitiveness**: While her competitive nature drives her to excel, it could sometimes strain relationships if not kept in check, especially in academic or extracurricular contexts.

6. **Tendency to Overlook Details**: Despite her leadership abilities, Cami's focus on big-picture goals could lead her to overlook crucial details in planning and organizing events.

7. **Workaholic Tendencies**: Cami's passion for her activities might occasionally lead her to neglect self-care, sacrificing rest and relaxation for productivity.

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[zc-undertale]

“Undertale - Shattered Innocence - Part 1, Page 5”

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Well, that took a turn! D:

Featuring my own personal take on Sans’s “shortcuts.” He creates doors on surfaces, and then exits through another surface in the “room” he goes to.

OMG! I was once teased that it’d be 6 months until my next release... They were right! ^_^() So sorry!

Glad to finally have this done after lots of depressive slumps and art block. Hopefully I can keep up a better pace from now on!