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hwaightme · 2 years ago

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Your fan, Hongjoong (part 1)

(part 2) (your fan ml)

👘 pairing: hongjoong x fashion designer!reader 👘 genre: romance, fluff, mutual pining 👘 summary: a bulletpoint-style wordstream of what it would be like if hongjoong was stanning you 👘 wordcount: 5.5k (help) 👘 warnings/tags: language, radio shows, reader is goth, goth subculture, a bit of mutual pining, seonghwa aries rage, san is sus, jealousy, DRAMA(rama), hongjoong is starstruck, reader has her own fashion house/brand, photoshoots, brand collabs, demon line boutta act up 👘 a/n: Hello fabulous people <3 Here we have, the one, the only, the legendary, Hongjoong next in the Your Fan, ___ series! Thank you so much for your love and support, reblogs, likes, asks and comments all welcome

"So alongside your brilliant songs, you are also well known for having breathtaking performances, with an edge that only ATEEZ can do. Could you elaborate on what exactly goes into creating your unique aesthetic?"

Hongjoong looked around the studio. Him and Yunho, being the resident radio DJs, had been invited onto a show to promote their newest comeback, and talk all things creative arts.

There had been a number of guests before them who he looked up to, from others in the music industry, to visual artists, writers, and designers. This was the way in which he had discovered new changemakers, and got to know those stars he had deemed 'unreachable'. Breathtaking, but there to be admired from a distance.

"I would like to take this opportunity to thank all of the amazing designers and stylists that we work with. Really, without them none of this would be possible and ATEEZ would not be the same."

"Definitely, with each stage and comeback, it seems that there is no end to just how much they, and you, can wow the world. Now, there is a particular fashion house that ATEEZ has been collaborating with recently, could you tell us more about that?"

Now that was an interesting direction to steer into. This was very new on the horizon for ATEEZ, and few media had covered this so far. Hongjoong perked up, forgetting the tranquility that he had to normally adopt for such shows, instead letting himself bask in the rays of his passions.

More specifically, your brand. He had known of its existence, thanks to a serendipitous selection by his stylist, before he had even figured out who the brain behind the art was. He discovered the connection entirely by accident - through this radio show.

You had come in for an interview, much like Hongjoong and Yunho, and sat in one of these seats, telling your story. This same man who was asking them questions, had conversed with you. This appearance was like Hongjoong's little moment to connect with his unreachable star.

You were notoriously elusive, so public appearances were few and far between, and this explained why he had initially not even associated you and the brand together. But as it turned out, that had been the point. The lore was strong in this one.

You had explained during the show that you felt no need for your personal image to be connected to the brand itself, as the garments and those who wore them were the real imagemakers. You had also shown a deep understanding of the subcultures from which you took inspiration and, yourself, followed, diving into legends who had pioneered their popularisation over the decades. In all honestly, that had him hooked, and left him wanting to learn more about how your mind worked.

"Ah yes, more than happy! ARNURI is a brand that we only recently started working with, and could not be more happy. The brand has a world view and prides itself on destroying boundaries in fashion. There is no gender, no size, no limit to what can be achieved. It actually takes inspiration from the variety that is within goth subculture and totally redefines what is meant by luxury. I mean, their slogan is 'lead by antithesis' after all."

He had paraphrased your introductory speech from one of your first exhibitions after you had your big break at one of the Fashion Weeks. It had been a solo show, organised outside of any specific season, every detail paying homeage to what had been advertised as 'embracing the darkness of nature'. For this show, you had scouted models among your friends, among the myriad of citizens of Seoul, and used those same city streets as your catwalk.

Maybe the reason why that particular event had spoken to Hongjoong was because it reminded him of the street busking he had done in his early days. The days of when one risked it all for a future that was not guaranteed, simply because they had hope.

Hongjoong could go on, but Yunho's shift to balancing his head on his hand as he rested his eyes on the captain, and batted his eyelids like a Disney princess made him stop abruptly.

Not that the host had noticed.

"Ah yes! And isn't the name, ARNURI, a play on "Our World?"

"Uh, yeah!" caught off-guard by the follow-up since he was trying to telepathically communicated to Yunho to cut whatever he was trying to do out, he stumbled over his words a little. But it was easy enough to settle back in once he thought of the moment KQ management had shared the official communications between the two companies with him.

"So it was quite funny when the brand approached us for this, they actually quoted our song 'New World'. Really if it were up to me I wouldn't even ask for a portfolio at that point."

"Of course you wouldn't..." Yunho whispered, leaning away from the mic so it barely caught, serving like background noise more than anything.

Hongjoong's head snapped in the other member's direction, but he was met with legendary nonchalance. Truly, the epitome of 'it's not awkward unless you make it awkward'. The guy even raised an eyebrow back at him as though Hongjoong was acting out of line.

"That is magnificent, it was meant to be! Maybe there are some ATINY in the company!"

"Oh we wish!" Yunho interjected, a chuckle escaping him as he glanced in Hongjoong's direction.

"Well, we are very much looking forward to seeing more of these fantastic designs, and the photoshoot that ATEEZ will be doing with ARNURI! Maybe you will be able to create some items together? Can ATINY hope for a new line in the future?"

"Hah, I do enjoy altering clothing and really letting creativity run free, but I am looking forward to the learning-".

"Oh yeah, Hongjoong has been a fan of the brand for quite some time, so finding out that we are now working together is a dream come true!"

Hongjoong lowered his eyes and let his fingers flitter across the table in front of him. There went his opportunity to be all slick and cool. Or was he over-reacting? Again, Yunho was unreadable.

The host then quickly rounded off that segment of the discussion, and cut to an ATEEZ song break, in honour of the guests.

Confirming that the mics were indeed off and he wasn't about to cuss out the entire nation, Hongjoong turned to his 6'1'' headache and hissed:

"Let's keep this about ATEEZ, shall we?"

"Why so serious, bro? Don't you like ARNURI?"

That, he did. The problem was that it was no longer just ARNURI he liked. To borrow some fandom-speak, he had abandoned the 'casual fan' territory, and had found himself quite a few clothing items and accessories-deep, and with a bias.

And since he would rather have Yeosang feeding him sour candy than revealing that he liked ARNURI more than he probably should, any joke in that direction was like an arrow that he felt the desperate need to dodge.

"Yeah, of course I do. I mean, we are working with them right?"

"Riiiight. And you are wearing their jacket. That you literally do not let anyone touch."

"What? I like clothes."

"And you keep said jacket in a plastic bag from the dry cleaner's because suddenly you are Seonghwa two point oh."

"Is that not... normal?"

"Rich to ask for a person who spray paints shoes in the living room at three in the morning."

"Hey I ventilate."

"BY TURNING ON THE EXHAUST VENT IN THE KITCHEN?"

"Shh, Yunho, we good. We can discuss this later-"

"Oh no I like your discomfort shawty talk to me."

Hongjoong pinched the bridge of his nose. This kid with his surprise attacks. Before he could think of a way to get himself out of the hole he dug, the host was suddenly showing that they had thirty seconds before going live. So he settled for:

"We'll continue this conversation later."

"And I chose Seonghwa over you."

"Choosing violence... I swear to-"

"And we are back! I hope you, dear listeners, enjoyed the wonderful-"

You paused the podcast. So, your personal assistant was not kidding when she ran into your office, waving her phone side to side as though she was at a concert, saying that Kim Hongjoong knew a lot more about ARNURI than you assumed.

Really sometimes you thought you hired her not for her abilities as a PA, but because she made you feel a tiny bit more sane. But at the same time, you were one in the same - who was listening to the recorded radio broadcast right after she left your office, reduced to a fit of giggles, sitting in total solitude? You.

Quite the contrast to how you normally were - zoned out due to exhaustion, brutal because that was how your business worked, or totally unreachable because 'the vibe was right and you were in a creative flow state'.

But this was how you got that bread. And had taken ARNURI to new heights. You continuously sacrificed yourself for the art.

There had never been another option for you - ever since you were a kid there was only one thing you were interested in, and that was fashion. You were that one kid who shamelessly stole (and wore) her parents' and siblings' clothing, modifying it so that it looked more like you.

You had 're-designed' your school uniform which had nearly led to your suspension. To this day you were confident you had done the right thing remaking the outfit to being pitch black - it was not your fault that the school had no sense of taste and had chosen such a horrid shade of grey.

And aside from becoming the 'adopted child' of some goth clubs in the city, you had crashed fashion show after fashion show to just see how the legends did it. You were taken by the stark contrast between what was classically accepted and popular on the runways versus the enchanting amalgamation of Victorian era dress, New Romantic, punk and new wave.

You had sworn to yourself that if there was one thing you were going to do, it was be one of the designers to fuse the worlds together. So you gave all you had to this dream. You had completed fashion school, worked in Finland to immerse yourself in the nation's vibrant, borderline mainstream goth scene, and had participated in many art exhibitions and avante garde fashion shows to make yourself known.

This was your calling. Your everything. So when you finally managed to get your brand up and running, bringing your vision to South Korea, you were shamelessly promoting it as best you could. Sending samples, contacting influencers, knocking on all the doors until SOMEONE answered.

And that someone turned out to be a stylist at KQ Entertainment, working with a group called ATEEZ. After a few exchanges on Instagram, they had agreed to use a couple of items, and let the media do the promotional magic.

You were desperate, having not had much success in the country due to difficulty in finding early adopters of the brand, so you agreed.

Turned out it was a much better investment than you had initially thought. A few members had sported ARNURI wear for a fansign, and pictures from the event FLEW around the internet. Eventually, the clothing was discovered, and your site started getting more and more hits.

You assumed it was just a fluke, but that fluke turned into one of the members, who you learned to be Kim Hongjoong, starting to make regular appearances in ARNURI, especially when it was evident that he had the final say in what to wear - airport looks, more casual events... black-clad, supporting you more than he could imagine.

Inadvertently, he had turned into a motivation for you. He had given you the hope that you could reach the stars if you so desired, and so you began to build up.

Season after season, you worked tirelessly, and eventually broke into Seoul Fashion Week. Your daring showcase of your 'ANTITHESIS' collection had gathered a large audience, and soon enough, you had to step into the spotlight, and reveal your identity.

You could remember it as clear as day, 'She Sells Sanctuary' by The Cult roaring in the background as you stepped out, every bit ARNURI, an overnight neo-goth sensation.

As your brand got bigger and bigger, and you were now leading a business of nearly 100 people strong, you had to become colder and more distant. It was a sort of self-preservation, since fashion was not an industry where one could escape criticism and blatant slander, especially when your primary goal was to be yourself.

But that one idol. The one who had agreed to wear your brand, and then continued to do so voluntarily, Kim Hongjoong, still remained special to you. He was your quiet encouragement.

So when you heard from your marketing and communications team that they had scouted out an opportunity to work with ATEEZ, you gave them the green light almost instantly, and much to their surprise, participated in crafting out the perfect proposal.

And when you received an agreement and contracts in response, you needed to excuse yourself and locked yourself in your studio, letting yourself squeal. Just a bit. And then walked back out - she is beauty she is grace.

The first stage of the collaboration was going to be a nice and simple photoshoot. You said simple but you were running around the building like a headless chicken making sure everything was ready.

It was going to be for a new line, 'PHANTASMOS', an ode to phantasmagoria, horror theatre and the portrayal of all things fantastic, strange and ghoulish. And who would be a better group of models than ATEEZ?

As the day approached, Hongjoong was becoming considerably more nervous, and that was only exacerbated by the announcement that you personally would be attending the shoot.

He did not want to come across as a fool of some sort, wanted to be a serious leader, really leave the impression that he meant business. To him, you were elegance itself, a tranquil beauty in black, and he wanted to match that to the best of his ability.

Which was exactly why he had turned his and Seonghwa's dorm into a fabric skip, with shirts, trousers, t-shirts... all of his prized possessions were strewn around the perimeter and occupied nearly every inch of the floor. Hell, even his customised Doc Martens were lying miserably on his bed.

Just as he was contemplating between a blazer with lines of safety pins as decal on the lapels or a classic leather jacket with more zippers than ways his children could annoy him, Seonghwa returned from his trip to the LEGO store.

Hongjoong had never seen every single stage of grief flash across a person's face in one second. But there it was. He gave the eldest member a sheepish grin, subconsciously cowering away closer to the windows - as far away from the evidently not too pleased Seonghwa.

"Kim. Hong. Joong. What kind of fuckery is this?"

"Oh. OH! Amy Winehouse! Yes, big fan, that's uh, that's Me & Mr. Jones right?"

"I will use you as a broom stick Joong."

"Look I just got carried-"

"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU? PLEASE LET ME KEEP AT LEAST SOME OF MY NERVE CELLS!"

"What's happening- oh Joongie is in trouble~" Mingi poked his head in through the door, making it look as though it was the Teletubbies sun floating above Seonghwa's shoulder.

Hongjoong really wished he could laugh. He really did. But he was afraid he was about to be forced to eat the starship that his roommate bought.

So much for trying to be 'chic' and impressing you. Now he had the goal of making it to the shoot in one piece.

"Mingi. Exit. Now." Seonghwa commanded, jaw clenched, which made the younger member quite literally bolt, slamming the door so hard that the items that were hanging on the stuck-on hooks slid off and fell behind Seonghwa.

There was a mass meeting audible right outside of the room, and a very distinct seagull laugh penetrated the walls. Hongjoong cursed his bad timing. Had he only started early, maybe he would have had time to shove at least some of the items under the bunk so it didn't look too bad.

"Right. You know what. I am zen. I am the calmest of the calm. You take care of others, I take care of you. Right? Now. Wait, you know what I need to just-"

Seonghwa picked up a large pillow off one of the beds, eyed it, looked at Hongjoong once more, and then PUNCHED it with blinding rage, sending it flying right back into the bed.

"Okay now I am fine. Care to explain when you were planning to sort this shit out?"

There was another wave of mumbles outside, to which Seonghwa responded by making the door fly open and shouting out "we are having a VERY IMPORTANT CONVERSATION."

Before closing the door entirely, a quiet comment from Yeosang could be overheard: "they're getting divorced in there," leading to some giggles, and pitter-patter of footsteps away from the door. They probably just chose a slightly different location to camp and snoop.

Hongjoong decided to sink into one of the clothes piles, motioning for Seonghwa to take a seat next to him. He was in a dilemma, unsure of what sort of explanation would be the most effective for Seonghwa. So he just settled for the truth.

"You know the shoot that we are going to do?" he began, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yes, I do. What, is the aesthetic landfill-chic?" Seonghwa motioned at the explosion over the room.

"No, not at all! Don't even. You have seen the clothing, right?"

"Of course, I wore ARNURI before. Must say, very flattering. And fashionable. That one overcoat made me feel like a vampire prince."

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow, but chose not to comment on that. Seonghwa was Seonghwa, he had his own agenda and his own interpretations.

"Right, so... well, you know I have a lot of ARNURI stuff? It's not just that... I have um... sort of become a... fan? Of the designer? L/N Y/N? She is just... her vision... her style is just... yeah she is great."

"Oh my gosh my boy Kim Hongjoong actually wants to meet someone outside of ATEEZ, this is legendary, I should post this on Universe."

"What in the- hey I meet people! And don't you dare"

"When, mister 'I don't really have many friends' and literally getting jealous over me talking to Minho from Stray Kids?"

"Hey, being a best friend is a responsibility, and you are my best friend!"

"Oh wait... I get it... I don't think you are aiming for friendship here... isn't that right?" a grin started spreading over Seonghwa's face as he looked like he discovered a new planet.

"I am just a fan of hers! Don't twist this!"

"Sure... okay now I get... this," he gave a judgmental side eye to the pile of sweaters that had made their home right by his display cabinet. "You are like a middle schooler before a first date, I swear. This is definitely because she's going to be there, right?"

"You know what? Yes, yes it is. And I might not have had my growth spurt yet but I am not a middle schooler." Hongjoong said, standing up as straight as possible, putting his hands on his hips.

"That's exactly what an angsty middle schooler would say." Seonghwa looked him up and down, stifling a laugh.

"You are on a power trip aren't you?"

"Hell yeah I am, and I will be for the entire shoot and beyond."

"Park Seonghwa why you do this to ME?"

"If you don't want the others to get the details I have an offer."

This made Hongjoong stop on his tracks and retract his 'leader card'. He did not want to lose face in front of the 'teezer crew entirely, so keeping this information in confidence was enticing.

"Yes?"

"First off, clean your shit. And second, I get that spot on the dresser for the Imperial All Terrain Armoured Transport model I've been hunting down."

"First, deal. Second, say that one more fucking time dude I dare you."

"IMPERIAL ALL TERRAIN ARMOURED TRANSPORT, ALSO KNOWN AS THE AT-AT WALKER, IS A FOUR-LEGGED TRANSPORT AND COMBAT VEHICLE USED BY THE IMPERIAL GROUND FO-"

"Did you legit memorise Wikipedia or something?"

"May the force be with you, bitch. Now you clean, I will go chill outside so I don't have an aneurysm because of how you do it. And by the way, I'd pick the leather jacket if I were you. Classic, timeless and looks good."

"Thank you man, you are the best."

"I know, now impress me with how you can make this room spotless."

And with that, Seonghwa left Hongjoong alone in the room. From what he could hear, there was a circus outside, with the other members having gathered around, interrogating about what had just unfolded. but Seonghwa was keeping his word, for now at least. He knew that he did not have to try too hard, since Hongjoong would probably expose himself as soon as he were to see you anyways.

And Seonghwa was more than right. The next day, when ATEEZ arrived to the studio, Hongjoong was very jittery. Alert to any and all people and sounds, he was looking around as if he was expecting someone - well he definitely was. As soon as they stepped into the ARNURI office, he was convinced that you could be around any corner.

The other members were beginning to catch on that this hyung was acting odd, to the point where Yeosang commented on Hongjoong looking like he was playing Alien Isolation in real life. The reference flew right over the leader's head, but he tried his best to tone his Pink Panther-style snooping down.

And instead focus on the many photos that decorated the walls of your house of fashion. Memories of particularly memorable parts of a show, awards, red carpet events... club nights, themed evenings, collaborations... this was your life. Right there, immortalised in tasteful monochrome.

The boys were in awe of the refined interior - strictly monochromatic, any accents in the otherwise white rooms and corridors were done using the colour black. Although it was not a rule by any means (in fact, you encouraged being as daring as one wanted), the majority of ARNURI employees were clad in the colour, fitting right into the brand and the aesthetics.

They were led up a couple of flights of stairs, and as they were making their way down one corridor, Hongjoong began to catch snippets of lively conversation, the occasional staff gliding a clothing rack past them or across the hallway, and... shouts of 'yes ma'am'?

Initially he was confused, but as they were getting closer to the photo studio, it clicked in his head: you were in there. Who else could be referred to as ma'am?

"Hey, Hongjoong, I think we are -actually- meant to... walk in the hall to do the shoot." Jongho walked up behind the leader, fake whispering, causing a round of chuckles from the other members. The only member who was not as smiley (except Hongjoong himself, that is) was Seonghwa, and it was because Hongjoong not so little infatuation was old news to him, and the room had been cleaned to a very satisfying level, much to his surprise.

"Woah no way, Jongho, that's insane. I was sure that this was a new technique or something..." Yunho piped in, glancing at Hongjoong, lips curling up.

He had a couple of sneaking suspicions about Hongjoong's behaviour whenever ARNURI, or more specifically the founder and lead designer, were mentioned or he was given the chance to gush about it.

The radio appearance was the closest to a confirmation that he could get - Hongjoong getting shy over being a big fan... what a sight to see. But seeing the post-discussion silent conversations between the two eldest members, and some signal exchanges while they were driving up to the venue really sealed the deal. There was something really fun going on with Hongjoong, and Yunho needed the deets.

For research purposes. And who was he to pass up on a ship in the making?

Finally, their manager, after finishing up a conversation with some of the relationship management staff from ARNURI, who had greeted them, decided to speed up the process and usher the kids in.

To soothe his nerves, Hongjoong picked at a bracelet he had selected for completing his 'first meeting and first impression' look. He had worn it many times over, and had even taken it with him on tour before, so it was a little ball of positive energy for him.

But nothing could prepare or prevent the Error that Hongjoong.exe experienced as he finally saw you in your element.

There was something spellbinding about the way you looked. Head to toe in your own creations, you were wearing an onyx-hued Victorian era inspired suit, matched with military boots that had immaculate metal detailing.

He could not stop staring, even if it could be perceived as rude, or too forward. There you were.

"Oh, guys, man down, man down, our captain's overboard~" Wooyoung taunted, shouldering San and Yeosang who were on either side of him.

It really was a sight to behold. Hongjoong, entirely captivated as you stood in the middle of the photo studio, guiding the entire room like a conductor would lead an orchestra.

He ignored the youngers' attempts to get his attention, much to their utter disbelief and resulting giddiness. If there was a definition of starstruck. This was it.

You appeared to have a pulse on EVERYTHING, down to the tiniest details, pointing out that there was a very specific prop missing, adjusting accessories, exchanging one scarf for another. It was the most organised chaos that Hongjoong had ever seen, and he was amazed at how you could keep it under control.

The star he had deemed unreachable was right there. Right in front of him.

"Joongie, I think you can leave your drooling until after the shoot. You don't want your makeup ruined."

"Oh Hwa is this how it is?" he looked at his friend in disbelief.

"I think you exposed yourself enough, no?"

"Ew, Hongjoong come on don't traumatise your wife." Wooyoung was not giving up on his mission to annoy Hongjoong into early retirement.

"GUYS please don't embarrass me-"

"Oh so you admit it?" San questioned, smirking like the devil.

"Admit what?"

"That you are doing some shady shit."

"Where did this even come from, San."

"So the studio then, no wonder you come back from there at like four in the morning."

"You guys are making me lose brain cells that I need to get instructions from the photographer." Yeosang deadpanned, nodding towards the set.

"I don't even want to begin imagining what sort of things you are thinking about, but I can assure you I will annihilate you if you start kindergarten season here." Hongjoong threatened but it fell short as Mingi grinned and joined in the ambush:

"Say 'aye' if you think this minion is invested into this shoot." the way he said it almost sounded like an innuendo, making Hongjoong scowl.

The most deafening collection of 'ayes' resounded around Hongjoong, and caused you to shift your focus to the newly arrived group. He noticed your expression soften, shoulders roll a little further back as you ambled towards them, the thuds of your boots setting his heart's pace.

"Ah good morning to you all! It is such a pleasure to be working with you. Did I make you wait for long?"

"Not at all, the pleasure is all ours." Hongjoong forced out, pushing the snickering members out of his sphere of attention.

"Great, well it is wonderful to finally meet you, I am L/N Y/N, the mad scientist behind ARNURI!"

"Very much the same here, Miss-"

"We'll be working closely enough to be informal, no?" you interjected before Hongjoong could call you by your last name.

Your allure was more powerful than he had hypothesised, to the point where some of the other members, more specifically San and Seonghwa, could not look away from you either - it seemed that you had the energy for attracting demons. The way you carried yourself, poised and courteous, demanded nothing less than respect.

At the same time, there was nothing demure about you. If anything, you resembled a cat that was ready to pounce any moment. As though there was a coil within you, permanently tense and even slightly dangerous. But that was thrilling.

Hongjoong cleared his throat, and corrected himself, "Yes, of course, sorry, Y/N. Shall we do the official greeting or-"

"Let's keep things personal for now, and once my lovely colleagues are done with the final checks, we can get started with eight makes one team." you winked, and suggested, quoting the greeting.

It was beyond entertaining for Wooyoung to see just how putty-like Hongjoong had become in your presence. He was just playing by your rules at this point, without questioning them. But it was understandable, who wouldn't get weak when their type was right in front of them and said 'let's keep things personal'?

"Well then let me be proper, I am San!" whilst you were exchanging words with Hongjoong, the member had time to slip from where he originally stood, and was now almost right in front of you, beaming.

Hongjoong chortled, but at the same time wanted to kick his fellow member in the shins because of the interception. What was his game here exactly?

Ever so politely, you greeted San back, not giving away that you were interested in continuing your chat with Hongjoong. It was second nature to you to blend one interaction into another without revealing any preferences - otherwise you would have a lot more enemies in the industry.

Then you simply proceeded to greet each ATEEZ member separately, your attention shifting entirely each time. You had a way of making people feel like, for even if just a moment, they were your universe.

It came from your tendency of seeing people both as perfect canvases, and as living works of art. You enjoyed the challenge that working off a person gave you, and this was mainly why you wanted to give each ATEEZ member a final once over - to see whether what you had planned was even right.

Each member gave you a unique impression, ranging from mischievous to shy to strictly professional. Seeing as you had never actively followed their activities, aside from their leader's, you were fascinated by the dynamic they were displaying, taking note for who you wanted to see in the camera together, and maybe even matching in some accessories.

Hongjoong was nearly holding his breath as he saw you reading ATEEZ like an open book. You were scanning everyone in the way he had seen renowned critics do while inspecting models on the runway. A Mona Lisa smile, and conclusions no one would know except yourself.

When it was finally his turn, he said his name as brightly as possible, faltering only towards the end as your eyes locked. He swore his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. It did not last long though, as you glanced down, and appeared to be incredibly happy because of something you spotted.

San was taking a particular interest in this silent mental tango, intently following your every move, while Wooyoung cupped his hand around his friend's ear and whispered.

"The bracelet."

"Ah, yes, it's uhm, should I say yours?"

"I guess so! It is from the limited edition MEDUSA collection. It suits you well. And the condition is impeccable though it's been what, a couple of years?"

"It's very precious to me, I try to take good care of it."

Seonghwa pursed his lips, the chaos of their dorm room clouding his vision. He imagined that you probably would go ballistic if you were to ever see clothing being treated in that way. Though Hongjoong did have separate storage for accessories and jewelry - that much was true.

"That means a lot. Thank you-" you turned as someone called out for you, alerting that everything was ready to go, "it's time, gentlemen, let's get this party started!"

As you clasped your hands together and moved away to join the lead photographer, allowing stylists to guide the group away and begin working their magic, San peered at Hongjoong once more.

When he made sure everyone else was out of earshot, he placed a hand on the captain's shoulder, and muttered:

"If you don't ask her out, I will. No hierarchy on this battle field."

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ckret2 · 10 months ago

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Here’s a thought experiment that could probably never reasonably happen for you. Let’s say the rest of the pines family was put in a similar position to ford: They have something they are attempting to do but cannot figure out on their own no matter how hard they try (For ford it was figuring out the weirdness magnetism). For the others, we could say that Dipper’s is functionally the same, Stan’s is trying to make a fortune so his family will take him back, and Mabel…I don’t really know what mabel would want.

For whatever reason, bill thinks that he can use this to get the portal made. Perhaps he thinks that if he basically holds their hand the whole time he can get them to do this.

Now my question is: Without knowledge of who he is beforehand, how easily could he manipulate them like he manipulated Ford? And for Stan specifically, would what Ford said about “seeing him for the scam artist he is” hold up when what is probably his biggest regret and fuck up prior to pushing Ford out to interdimensional sea is being dangled over his head?

Pretty damn easily.

He did manipulate Dipper and he did manipulate Mabel and they do know who he is. How much more easily could he have manipulated them if they'd only known him as a "muse" or as an "advanced alien life form, presenting as a triangle because his true form is incomprehensible to human eyes, because he's impressed by your potential" or as a "magical dream fairy, traveling through sleeping minds to help young girls' dreams come true!"

If they talked to each other, Dipper would probably be able to figure out Mabel's being conned ("if he's gonna make your dreams come true why do you have to do all this stuff for HIM? Has he SAID what he'll do to help you and why he can't just do it NOW?") and Mabel would probably be able to figure out Dipper's being conned ("bro, he's DROWNING you in flattery. If he really means it, why's he acting like you have to PROVE your smartness by doing this big dumb thing for him?"), but I don't think either would figure it out alone until it was too late. There's a reason Bill only targets them when they're isolated from each other.

Stan got suckered by a spider girl flirting with him after he knew she was a spider girl. We see him thinking that a lot of truly terrible ideas are gonna make him a fortune—searching for gold with a metal detector, becoming a door-to-door salesman, whatever terrible ideas he got roped into that landed him in prison... I think Stan would have the best odds of figuring Bill out, but I don't think he's immune to getting conned.

Stan's able to punch out Bill while Bill is trying to offer him power and fame and fortune because he already knows who Bill is and hates him for messing with his family. But if Bill had come to Stan at age 25, presented himself as something just sleazy enough to be believable—maybe not "divine muse" but something like "greed demon who helps promising but unlucky young entrepreneurs turn their luck around" ("Sure I'm the real deal, pal, why do you think my face is on every buck in your wallet?!"), and made the same fame and fortune offers, I think Stan's only hesitation would be "What's the catch? What's in it for YOU?" If Bill comes up with anything even SLIGHTLY plausible—"I feed on greed, kid, the more money you make the more power I get, and you don't even have to give me a cut of the profits"—then Stan's sold.

Even easier if he somehow identifies Stan's REAL priorities. "Your brother only turned his back on you because dear old ma and pa made him feel like the family's financial future rests on his shoulders. He's out there trying to make 'em millionaires and miserable about it. He hates it as much as you do. Come home with a fortune and he'd drop everything to go sailing with you in an instant. It'd be a relief, even. Don't you wanna be your brother's hero?"

While Ford put absolute blind faith in Bill up until the portal incident, I think Stan would start getting uneasy and suspicious before anything's wrong; even if Bill isn't waving any red flags yet, if everything is TOO easy it might worry Stan. But isn't easy GOOD? Didn't he always want a get-rich-quick scheme? He'd be worried, but he'd keep going—sunk cost fallacy—and tell himself it'll work out in the end. It has to.

#redactedtimes #ask #gravity falls #bill cipher #grunkle stan #headcanons

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sunny-speaks · 1 year ago

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Smartass

Characters: Academic Rival! Ren @14dayswithyou x reader

Okay, but I have been an academic rivals to lovers stan for far too long, y’all don’t understand…

So like, this au would totally have redacted still the same as Canon! Redacted, he’d just be like… more open to the MC? And it’d be in an academic setting??? Like he developed some self-esteem solutions and got more confident in being himself, still having subtle mannerisms of character traits you enjoyed… but more him

Like… he went to therapy so he could be better for you before you even knew him, cause you said some bullshit like they were no good looking guys in the world who didn’t have therapy, cause there’s nothing hotter than a mentally stable guy. (i mean, you’re all here because you love a stable guy, right… ;] )

But yeah, now you just know him as that snarky ass, dark-haired with pink tips ‘genius’ in your university ‘psychology in modern media’ class.

Warnings and whatnot: lolol NSFW implications so minors DNI, a decent amount of swearing on my part, I'd say?

Another flawless assignment completed for you. Whoo! It was a nice day to be smart!

To be fair, you had pored over that goddamn presentation for hours before going to sleep, so if you hadn’t done well, you probably would’ve bust a pipe over some unlucky guy’s head.

You grinned seeing the big 95 on your paper. You spent so long detailing the moral complications between the character relationships as you gutted the root problems for each of the character flaws and how that showed in their bonds with others.

Unfortunately, you had the (dis)pleasure of being seated to [REDACTED], the class self-proclaimed genius.

God, you hated him.

You were pretty sure you hated him more because he was so stupidly hot. You could clearly see his chiseled stone abs when he wore those clingy, black compression shirts! And paired with gray fucking sweatpants?

He knew what he was doing… And it was to mess up your game!

I mean, seriously, what was the lecturer doing, seating you next to this second coming of Michelangelo?! It’s almost like she had something personal against you!

(the lecturer was in fact, very for the both of you getting together. You both were smart, maybe you’d find a way to increase [REDACTED]’s grades…)

You never noticed him all that much in the beginning of the year. He brooded in his own corner, never noticed by anyone in those dumb black baggy hoodies.

But the minute he sat next to you, all of a sudden he realized he was hot stuff???

Okay, sure there, bro. He needed to chill out.

All of a sudden, he went from a lonely loser, to some hot genius within like the span of a day.

You didn’t get it.

But to be fair, you didn’t remember telling your good friend Moth how you started having things for hot but smart guys and guys who could actually stand a battle of wits… But that was for [REDACTED] to remember, and you to forget.

He leaned over your shoulder, a lazy smirk gracing his features. “95, not bad, angel.”

Agh! That stupid nickname! It was supposed to be something intimate, something reserved for lovers and such, but he insisted on using it to berate your grades!

He slid his paper over with a big 96 on it. “But not good enough.”

Of course. He had to have known that he was doing an in depth character analysis on the teachers favorite character and played to all the teachers preferences in the character and was spouting self-servient bullshit!

…But his presentation was well done, you had to admit. Normal people wouldn’t notice because you pay an unhealthy amount to any flaws in his looks, but he must’ve studied hard, he had huge eyebags during his presentation…

How would you know it’s because he thought your frustrated face was so cute when you kept thinking of ideas for your presentation that he completely forgot he had to impress the teacher to impress you?

Honestly, [REDACTED] cared more that he was on your mind in any way, even if that was because he acted like a ‘suck-up’ because he was too busy watching you.

“Hope you haven’t forgotten the many times I’ve beaten you academically, [REDACTED]. Or are you losing your memory because you’ve been sitting with a godsend this whole time? Sorry, didn’t mean for my heavenly powers to warp with your memory.” You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.

“Then, you’re sure living up to your title, angel.” He snorted and went back to looking towards the front before muttering something under his breath. “...But your presentation was good, dork.”

In shock at the compliment, you stood there with your mouth open.

He glanced back over at you, “What? Is it so hard to believe that you did well on our midterm presentation?” he huffed to himself in disbelief before a grin made its way to his face. “Sitting there with your mouth open? It’s like you want someone to kiss that dumb look off your face.”

He thought the comment would shake you out of your stupor, make you come back with a feisty comment.

But no, you sat there, thinking about all the implications of that statement. …What if he kissed you? But he has so many piercings… He has a tongue piercing, snakebites, honestly, your mouth would feel like a jewelry store with the amount of silver in it…

But he looked like a fuckboy, would he be good at kissing?

Wait, hold up, no, no, no. Dude, you gotta remember…

He was a loser up until now.

If that’s the way he’d been his whole life, he’s probably never even kis—

And if that realization wasn’t enough for you to drop your jaw, nothing ever would.

[REDACTED] could only stare at you in mild surprise as your mouth opened… even more. He slowly blinked at you, a mock-scandalized look on his face, “What, you really want someone to kiss you that bad? You volunteering to be kissed, angel?”

You immediately let go all thoughts of kissing that gorgeous jerk in favor of heat rising to your face, “Nope. I’m good.”

He pushed and prodded a little more, “What, you never kissed anyone before?” He actually wasn’t quite sure. The early years when he didn’t know how to hack anything and couldn’t follow you were blank spaces in your life to him.

You muttered a curse under your breath and turned away from him without denying his question.

Although you couldn’t see it, his whole face lit up with hope. Oh, he was going to be your first kiss! He couldn’t wait! He internallly coughed at his eagerness.

He had to court you first before the two of you could become anything.

He looked back at your lecturer who had been picking on students who had to read out full paragraphs of their analysis on a TV Show that followed the messy plot of a coming of age, romance drama.

And also, clearly, leaving the two of you alone. He hushedly whispered to you, “Wait, are you serious, angel?”

You grumbled into the palm of your hand before slowly turning to him, “unfortunately… yes. I haven’t kissed anyone yet. But turns out this university is full of jerks and dumbasses…”

You paused. Well, maybe not all jerks and dumbasses. “Guess there’s a couple guys in the music department that are cool.”

Murder flashed through [REDACTED]’s mind thinking of you asking them out before putting on a strained smile, “So where do I fit in, hm?”

“I dunno…” You hadn’t put too much thought towards [REDACTED]. Sure, he was hot. But he was kind of a prick.

But he did respect your gender identity…

And he never went too far, making sure he didn’t cross any lines or boundaries…

And he gave you that academic rival that you’d been search―

…Oh my god.

He was your academic rival.

You loved rivals to lovers… Was this a sign? You got a hot rival, who respects you, your boundaries, your intellect and he was hot?!

Okay, maybe you had dreamed about him on a couple of weird occasions, but dreams don’t mean anything!

Is what you would say if you were in denial.

Oh dear, did you like him?!

You gave him a quick once over, looking at all the piercings on his ears and face as your eyes trailed to his shirt which clung tightly to his skin, all defined abs and muscles on display.

Hold up! Were those body cutouts on his top around his hips that you saw?! Fuck, those were hot…

Your eyes trailed a little bit lower to his pants… and shit, he was packing… There was no way in hell he was allowed to be that big, in height and in… length.

Ugh, your thoughts made you shudder a little. No way you were thirsting over a guy you were just fighting.

…But it wouldn’t be the first time, that’s for sure…

Okay, so maybe you had not-so-subtly eyed your seatmate like he was a piece of meat.

But he enjoyed the attention! He loved you drinking him up like he was just a pretty thing. But he was your pretty thing… Some random girls keep trying to ask him out, but he doesn’t want them. He wants you. But most importantly, he wants you to want him too.

“What, cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” He teased, using something other than angel as a nickname.

“Wh-Whatever, [REDACTED]. Shut up.” You rolled your eyes and took your attention off of him before whispering something under your breath.

“Angel, you gotta speak up.”

You grimaced, “I guess you go into the alright department. Luckily for you, you’re the only one there. You seem to be the only one I know who’s cool enough to handle me around here.”

He blinked, looking at you in subtle reverence, “A whole department for me, angel? Thank you.” He laced it with an edge of sarcasm but internally, he couldn’t have been more happy.

He was the only one there that you tolerated! The only one you liked.

You. Chose. Him.

#yandere x reader #✨ full fic #14 days with you #14dwy ren #ren x reader #ren 14 days with you

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jihyoruri · 5 months ago

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what’s the timeline for rich girl? if they’re in the first few months after debut it’s easy to understand why they would make mean comments about richgirl!yn since the group was formed rather quickly and the members didn’t have much time to bond but if they already been together for 1/2 years then wtf???? richgirl!yn is super unserious but they live and work together 24/7 it’s impossible they haven’t learned her tells or seen her upset once, bffr even if she doesn’t cry she can’t pretend she’s fine for this long it’s humanly impossible

the girls are so funny thinking richgirl!yn is the most stanned member bc she’s the daughter of some rich dude, we’re living in a eat the rich era people have 0 empathy towards rich people, her being the daughter of a businessman would make people hate her and say she bought her spot in the group no one would be stanning her just bc she’s rich (just like when people found out that the heir to samsung was going to debut and people were already hating that girl)

also like the members thinking she’s were she is today bc of her dad money is so laughable, they are a group they’ve seen her during practice, live performances and heard her feats how can they look at her and don’t realize how extremely talented she is??? (again if they just debuted it’s understandable but if they’ve been together for a while wtffff???) and let’s be serious she an ex sm trainee girly pop was supposed to debut with aespa we all know she sings live and she eats it all the time

does the public know that she was supposed to debut with aespa? is it something they’ve publicly talked about before? you said she’s always at their dorm so people would wonder how they are so close, and we really need a richgirl!yn x aespa collab to see what ot5 would be like and they performing their song together at awards shows would be a dream

I would say it’s placed during this timeline rn and it is very much humanly possible for her to act like she’s okay since it’s been installed in her to act like that since birth, she raised on not showing vulnerability so ofc it would be easy for her to act like she’s okay, she’s been doing it for over a decade. the’ve seen her upset about an ignorant interviewer or some hate comments but it wasn’t to extent that it was taken seriously because it’s yn she’s always fine in their eyes, they’ve never seen her get rlly worked up before because she’s just that good at repressing her emotions.

they think she’s the most stanned because her father is not only just a rich businessman but a businessman that’s loved in korea, he’s a very known person and does “good.” for the people (which he rlly doesn’t but lets not get into that.) which obviously isn’t the reason why yn is the most stanned she’s just rlly loved for her talents and visuals. there is an undertone of envy when it comes to yn and her members and you’ll see it more very soon in the next couple of small things I’ll put out in between the chapters but because of that they immediately resort to her money being the reason for all of her achievements outside the group. they love her but also have some sort of secret animosity over her that never rlly let them build their relationship with yn like they have with each other. (that’s excluding kazuha ofc) like yeah they’ll talk to her but that doesn’t stop their thoughts getting to their head (again excluding kazuha.)

one thing about them it doesn’t matter how talented yn is they can’t help but think she got where she is with her dad’s money and the fact that she was under sm but as soon as her dad started doing business with hybe she got immediately transferred to hybe rlly fuels it for them, they think her dad has to be helping her sometimes and it’s funny because they don’t even think that in a hating way it’s just what makes the most sense to them because for some reason ofc the most privileged in the group is the one who has the most brand deals and popularity but in reality yns dad doesn’t give two shits about her popularity in the industry, he only made her transfer to hybe because he didn’t want to her to work with competition.

and you’re so right she does eat 24/7 but to people if you’re rich that automatically means you can’t be talented.

the public knows that she’s an ex sm trainee because of sm rookies and that she was apart of the lineup for aespa but they don’t know the reason why she left the lineup but they do know how close she is with the girls especially ningning

I will definitely do some yn + aespa stuff if that’s what you guys are into because they’re rlly important to yn she sometimes wishes she fought her dad harder to stay in the lineup

#richgirl!yn

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destinyc1020 · 4 months ago

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RE: JE hating Z cause of hate from her fans.

lowkeyyyy 👀 this is where I think of z and taylor swift as similar cause they both have rabid ass fans who will attack at first watch. I remember that interview from a long time ago where tom copied z’s instagram caption as a joke and then he was talking about how her fans were in his comments going off on him. and yeah they laughed it off, but it’s been a known thing that zendaya fans (especially on twitter) are not well and are the barbz of film twitter. It’s weird that before this year, z openly admitted to being a heavy lurker on her fan accounts yet never thought to be like “hey guys, stop attacking these people” 🤷‍♀️ that’s the same thing people constantly harp on taylor for because her fans do way too much online when attacking other celebs

Lol first I think I should clarify what I mean by "hate". I don't think he actually HATES Z. Hate is a very strong word. I just think JE would probably think twice now before dating a woman on Z's level of fame and influence in the future. He might prefer things with Olivia since she's relatively low-key and won't have a ton of fans jumping down his throat if they were to ever break up. Ykwim?

I remember that interview from a long time ago where tom copied z’s instagram caption as a joke and then he was talking about how her fans were in his comments going off on him

Chiiiiile Tom learned that day! LOL 🤣 He even talks about it in this radio interview:

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This might be a "Confession Monday" comment lol, but I've always thought that Tom's post wasn't actually a JAB at Zendaya, but more so a joking self-deprecating comment about himself? Is it just me?? 🤔

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I thought he was using her same caption, and putting HIS picture up there and saying "stealing hearts since NEVER" as a joke on himself. I thought he only tagged Zendaya so that she would see the post and so that people would know that it was a nod to HER post. I never got the impression he was trying to put Zendaya down at all. I thought it was just a joke on himself and using her same caption as a cute thing to do.

Is it just me? 😅

Anyway, either way, Z's rabid Stans came and destroyed Tom in his comments section on her behalf. 😭

And see, this is why I need fans to stay in their LANE, and stop acting like they know these celebrities better than the celebrities know each other. Z obviously knows Tom way better than we do, and he knows her way better than we do (even back in 2017 - at the time of this interview).

Fans act all entitled and cocky and get mad on an actor's behalf when they don't even have the same relationship with that person as that actor has at ALL. 🙄

Like, stop! It's cringe! Stay in your LANE PLEASE. 😩 Fans act like the weirdos who try to come into a friendship group acting like they know everything and others in the group are like, please...just stop. You haven't known us as long as we've all known each other. Just stop.

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yanderes-galore · 2 years ago

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A concept for yandere Professor Chaos with a hero darling that views him as their nemesis if you're willing to write for him please?

I'm going to alter it a little hit but it'll keep the plot! Aged up as usual! Wasn't sure where/how I wanted to bring the plot... so at the end it had two possibilities. I hope you liked this :D.

Yandere! Professor Chaos with Hero! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Violence, Enemies/Lovers but forced, Delusional behavior, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Obsession, Attempts at stockholm syndrome implied.

Professor Chaos is an extension of Butters in terms of yandere.

He's a somewhat incompetent villain that thinks what he's doing is horrible but really isn't usually.

He causes inconveniences more than anything for the most part.

Although in the games he is actually kinda threatening.

I feel he'd declare himself as your nemesis, like it or not.

Then he slowly realizes the genre of 'Enemies To Lovers' and decides that is what you two will do!

Perhaps it's time Professor Chaos had a... romance arc.

He knows he's supposed to be a bringer of chaos and not supposed to be loving.

Yet, Butters has known you before he and you took on an alter-ego.

When Stan, Kyle, and Cartman used him as a slave or punching bag, you were there for him.

Which made him... biased.

Naturally when he realized you were a hero he knew he had to do something.

He's easily one of the greatest villains in South Park.

It should be an honor for you and him to be enemies!

You're his nemesis now!

You may not even think of him as your nemesis despite what he thinks.

That or you do see him as a nemesis and just don't agree on the whole sub-plot he has planned.

Professor Chaos fantasizes about the arc you two could share for each other's character.

He hopes you can imagine it...

Professor Chaos and his nemesis... secret lovers in a world plagued by chaos of his design!

You act like you hate it... but you must love it as much as him!

He has this whole fantasy like something out of a comic book.

Even as a villain... Butters is still as soft as he was when he was younger.

The issue is his... execution.

He feels he can't hurt you when you fight.

You could beat him and he'd probably just accept it.

He also struggles trying to tell you his plan.

He loves you...! This could be important to your characters...!

Upon rejection... Chaos decides he'll have to persuade you.

Sure... maybe some enemies to lovers stories involve a little kidnapping-

He can make this work.

This little fantasy of superhero and villain pivots between actual illegal territory.

At first you thought this was some cute attempt at nostalgia!

Now Butters was actually holding you hostage in his house.

You thought you were just playing...!

This is the point you start to fear his delusions.

He stutters about it but he tries to be loving towards you yet also kinda mean?

He's really far into his delusions and this was a disturbing attempt at a confession.

That's if we were making this closer to canon where this is all some sort of game.

But if we're talking an actual superhero AU, it would be similar.

You didn't mean to get caught after Chaos tried to confess such a deal to you.

Yet Chaos is more insane than you thought.

Delusional, really... keeping you in a steel cage you can't break out of.

You always thought of him as evil.

Either scenario is a poor position to be in.

Then here he is... a lovestruck gaze on his face.

Claiming you warm his evil heart.

The first scenario is the most terrifying one.

Butters taking the game too far... thinking it's a good way to confess to you-

You hope that you'll be able to get him to reach his senses or get help soon.

Either by police or an actual superhero you don't care, you just want to be home!

#yandere south park #yandere aged up south park #yandere butters stotch #yandere professor chaos

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wenellyb · 3 months ago

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Tommy was definitely racist to Hen and Chim. It seems like in season 2 they all moved past it though. Fans don't have to forgive Tommy. He's not owed forgiveness but so far it doesn't seem like Hen and Chim are bothered anymore by his past racism and horrible behavior. In season 2 we saw a change in Tommy and the dynamic at the 118. In season 2 we saw Hen, Chim, and Tommy being friendly together. That doesn't mean he wasn't racist but it seems to imply that they all moved on or at least were able to be okay with each other. This show is known for bad behavior happening onscreen and then we don't see apologies, people just seem to move on so I don't know if we'll ever see Tommy apologize to Hen and Chim for being racist to them.

We haven't seen Tommy being racist or sexist towards Hen and Chim or anyone since season 2. I guess we'll see what happens in season 8. Personally, as long as Hen and Chim are okay with Tommy then I can be okay with Tommy but if they bring up his old behavior and feel like they need him to address it then I am right there with them. When it comes to shows sometimes I feel like if the victims are okay and have moved on then so can I and that's how I view Tommy. If we see Tommy being racist, sexist, or horrible again in anyway then I'll have problems with him again but so far we haven't seen that. He's come back and been nothing but helpful to everyone at the 118. Nothing excuses his past behavior though, not even him being better now.

I think you should definitely block shippers and stans if they impact your enjoyment of a show or character. Please don't let stans ruin things for you.

Hi Anon!!! Thank you for sending this! And honestly I have no problem with people liking Tommy, far from it, I hope I didn't imply that in my previous posts.

My problems are:

1) people who say that Tommy wasn't racist because Hen and Chimney were civil with him when they were working together. As if it's some kind of evidence...a lot of people have been civil and polite to racist coworkers, for various reasons (for exemple: they weren't in a position where they would afford to jeopaedize their job).

2) people who act like the fandom should forgive Tommy because Hen and Chimney forgave him. Racism is a complexe issue that can't be summarized in a Tumblr post. But it's not as simple as Hen and Chimney were the "victims", in the case of racism, the victim isn't only the person it's direct towards, but a whole group of people.

Let me give a stupid example, but just to explain what I mean. Let's say A says the n-word to B. Later, A apologizes and B forgives A because he was drunk or didn't realize what he was saying or for whatever reason, it doesn't mean that other Black people should forgive A. That slur wasn't only directed at B, even though B was the victim in that scenario, that slur targets every Black person who witnessed or heard about that conversation.

(I apologize I'm bad at giving example I hope you understand what I mean😭)

If Hen and Chimney, have fogiven Tommy it doesn't mean that other fans should "get over it", unless they want to.

If Hen and Chimney forgiving Tommy is enough for you then that's ok, more than ok, but it might not be the case for everyone, especially non-White fans.

Side note, I also don't like when people assume the only reason other people dislike Tommy as a character is because they ship Buddie. Some of them do, but not all of them.

Thank you for the ask, I really appreciate your input.

And you're right, I'll start blocking some people, at first, I thought I shouldn't be blocking some people because we're part of the same fandom but that's obviously the wrong strategy.

#anon asks #hen wilson #chimney han #tommy kinard #why do I always have to write so much?#😭#911 abc

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hikari-writes · 2 years ago

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❥ Hika's Birthday + 780 Followers Event

Genre: Bittersweet

Prompt: “Not a single moment of all this was fake.”

Character: Yaku Morisuke

A/N: Requested by @hinahaikyuu !!!! Thank u for being the first (again omg love u sm aaaaaa 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭) requester !!! Im kinda nervous to serve up a yaku fic for another yaku stan i hope this isnt too horrible aetwhwhuwhw 😭😭 fake dating with yaku was quite a challenge so u know i HAD to over explain some stuff im so sorry-- but i had fun writing this one!! Thank u sm again for the request i hope u enjoy ehherh 💗💗💗

A week. You only had to endure this for a week. It’s really not that hard. At least, that’s what you had thought at first but looking at it now, you really doubt you can survive even a day of this.

“Uh…Yaku. I think I can-”

“No, let me do this.”

Yaku promptly cut you off before sliding your shoe off your foot. You should’ve seen this coming. Going on a date with your best friend would undoubtedly exhaust your leg at some point. You should’ve worn a more comfortable set of shoes. You knew this.

What you couldn’t have predicted however was Yaku fully getting into the whole “boyfriend” act and actually helped take off your shoes for you. You watched as he slid on another pair of shoes, a more comfortable one that he just bought at a nearby store.

He grinned when seeing how flustered you were. Oh he’s doing this on purpose all right. As much as you hated being teased by him like that, you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him to stop and as much as you didn’t want to, you had to admit, being spoiled by Yaku like this wasn’t half bad.

So, how did you even end up in this situation that could possibly lead to your heart bursting? Well, it all started with one person. Kuroo Tetsurou. He, who thought that the best idea to ward off a guy who’s been asking you out and pestering you nonstop was by making you and Yaku, your best friend, pretend to date each other. He, who had a knowing grin when suggesting that, as if he was hiding an ulterior motive unbeknownst to you. Sure, Yaku was a longtime crush of yours, but there’s NO WAY Kuroo would’ve known that. And even if he had known it, he couldn’t have possibly suggested that idea to set you and Yaku up together, right? (That’s completely untrue, he would most definitely do that, without a doubt.)

And Yaku. He didn’t look completely against the idea when it was first brought up. In fact, you could almost see a glimmer of shine in his eyes when he heard that, though you could be mistaken. But more than anything, he prioritised your opinion. You weren’t against the idea either. It could work, and not to mention you and Yaku were close to each other, so it won’t be much of a problem, right?

Well, you see, that’s where you’re absolutely wrong. It became a huge problem, especially to your heart. Yaku was still the Yaku you’re familiar with. But somehow he’s different. He’s not your best friend Yaku Morisuke that you had a crush on anymore. No, he made himself feel like he’s more than that. He made you feel like you both were more than just friends.

Sure, you were supposed to be dating in the first place. That was the plan. To act like you were dating.

'But it was supposed to be an ACT!' a part of your mind screamed. 'How the hell is he making this all look, FEEL, genuine??'

Yaku took your hand, holding it firmly in his, before smiling down at you.

"Let's continue this date if you're feeling alright. Don't worry, we'll take it slow this time. There's still some more stuff I wanna show that I'm sure you'll love-"

"What do you like about me?"

Yaku's smile faded upon hearing your question. You didn't dare to look at his face, feeling mortified at yourself. What the hell did you just ask him?

"I mean! We're fake dating now, right? So like, what if someone asked that? How would you answer? I'm curious ahaha…."

Yaku snorted, he could definitely see right through you. It's so painfully obvious that you were trying to save the situation by adding that explanation. But still, he'll let it slide this time.

"Well, to start off,"

He began walking, and you followed closely behind him, not wanting to miss anything he said, while your hands were still clasped together.

"I like…no, I love how dazzling you are. No matter what you do or how you look, you always seem to shine. You shine so brightly in fact, sometimes I had to look away."

He stopped in front of a small trinket shop before leading you inside. He made his way through the shelves full of small shiny decorations, before picking up a small star made of glass and handing it to you.

"Like a star. You're a sight for sore eyes, and you brighten the dark night sky."

You both exited the shop after (Yaku) purchased the glass star. He then led you to another shop, this time a classy looking cafe.

He had asked you about what you would like to order, but you, still in a trance at what he just said previously, mindlessly blurted out the first thing that came to your mind. He smiled, before continuing,

"I love the way you make me feel. You make me feel at ease with your presence. It's comforting. Even without saying a single word, being with you…"

Your orders arrived and he thanked the waiter before facing you once again.

"It's so cosy. Like a cup of warm coffee during winter days."

He took a sip of his drink, letting you slowly process his words. He didn't mind waiting for your response. He'll wait for you no matter how long it takes.

"...oh my god...why?"

"Why what?"

You clenched your fists, hoping that it'll somehow slow down your rapidly beating heart. If you're honest, you're worried that it might actually explode at this rate.

"Why…why do you sound so...genuine? We're just acting like we're dating. It's all just an act, a fake. So why on earth-"

"Are you upset because you think it's all just an act?"

You fell silent at his words. You couldn't say anything to that. Because he's right. You were upset. Him saying all of this to you, causing your heart to go wild, only for it all to be just an act? Of course it would upset you.

"If you are, then I'll let you in on a secret."

You looked at him, confused. His right hand reached out to you before softly placing it on top of your left cheek. With a sigh and slightly reddish face, he whispered just enough for you to hear him clearly.

“Not a single moment of all this was fake.”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x you #haikyuu yaku morisuke x reader #haikyuu yaku morisuke #haikyuu yaku #haikyuu yaku x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #yaku x reader #yaku morisuke x reader

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cesperanza · 2 years ago

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Random 4MW question (I don’t think I missed this in the story, but apologies if I did!) And please feel free to disregard if this is a spoiler somehow, but…did Steve and Bucky’s trip to City Hall ever “leak,” per Bernie’s concern? Or is it like…people kinda know but it’s not Known.

I'm kind of laughing because part of me is like--how on earth would I know? If ever a universe has it's own life, it's this one, and I feel like lots of people have a better sense of what's going on than I do!!! :D

That said, my sense is that no, their legal marriage has not leaked and so is not widely known, despite being public record--I think the guys at city hall didn't sell them out and nobody else has bothered to look. (I also think that if it leaked, it would be a big deal and we would have had to have seen them process it, in a story: they really do think that their lives are their business alone.)

If you were to go to their wikipedia pages--(oh god do I have to write their wikipedia pages? please no)--you would learn about the events of The Tradeoff, i.e. Bucky Barnes a) is alive and b) a supersoldier and c) wore the Captain America costume between the eras of Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson and d) was a POW/The Winter Soldier from 1945 to 2014. But I don't think it's known that Steve and Bucky are more to each other than very close (intimate?) friends (for obvious reasons of being the only two survivors of another era?), or even that they live together, say. While Bucky did that interview in Brooklyn with the guy from Brooklyn College, I wouldn't take that headline ("Bucky Barnes Returns To Brooklyn") as an admission that he now lives in Brooklyn, though obviously he and Steve both have strong ties to NY (and the Avengers in general have strong ties to NY; this is a 2012-Avengers spin off world where they all still have rooms in Stark Tower). Even SHIELD is now in NY thanks to Natasha. But I think that most of the private things about their lives are still private.

I will say, also, btw, that I feel like I see four guys who look like Chris Evans every single day just walking around. I mean this as no insult to Evans-stans, but his particular brand of Italian-Irish looks is just super-common around here. So in my heart I really do believe that they could basically just live their lives acting normally and not be recognized (which I had a lot of fun with in Captain America At Home!)

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lovelykil · 1 year ago

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stan x reader older ver.

cw; none sad a bit 😣

note; dude this took LONGER THAN I ANTICIPATED sossosorry I literally had no ideas 🤕

I guess you start to take note of the small things you love about a person, like their favorite food, song, their flaws, how they act.. you get what I'm saying.

One. Stan loved his guitar he loved writing music with me along his side, we'd sit together on his bed humming a tune till it sounded decent and I'd jot down lyrics that spoke to us.

Giggling to one another when his or even my voice cracked or messed up when trying to come up with a sound.

"Dude you sounded like a little girl on that last note"

"Did NOTT, anyway I need water I think I broke my vocal cords."

The greasy haired teen rubbed his throat with a concerned expression while I covered my obvious laugh at him.

Two. Stan also loved his band with Kenny, Butters, and Craig. They all made such a good team sounding perfect when they played together and I would watch outside of Stan's garage, being their #1 fan.

Watching the band play a song that I mostly wrote was such a bizarre thing to comprehend, and the way Stan would really put him self out there, singing like there was no tomorrow really.. made me feel something.

Whenever the band finished I would cheer and clap for them with a big grin on my face,

"Yall did so great, as alwayss. Can't wait to see you guys on stage!" I beamed, leaning away from Randy's car. Stan adjusted his mic with a shy smile plastered on his face

"You should really consider being my other lead singer, you'd do great Y/n." Stan moved over his guitar onto his back, walking over to me. I froze, not really knowing what to say.

I mean me sing? And with him?? NEXT to him?? and did he say MY?

"Oh I don't know, you know I just like writing the songs with you." I messed with some of my hair, twirling it around nervously. Stan took my hand slowly and interlocked them with mine, his light blue eyes gaze set on mine.

"I just wanna have you by my side, I kinda like how you make me feel so confident in a way." He admitted, looking away for a second out of his nerves.

I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest, it was that same feeling I always get when I see him sing or literally just being around him. I couldn't help but smile like a idiot.

"I- okay yeah I'll.. do it!"

"Really?"

"Totally, if that means I can be by you–" my eyes traveled to his as I went to hold his other hand with mine.

"Then I'd like that Stan." It felt like something just clicked in that moment, like we practically just admitted our feelings to one another in a weird way. The way he smiled after what I said could've meant something?

Well like I said, you take notes of the people you love after awhile and it was clear that

He didn't.

Three. Stan loves Wendy, he loves her dark luscious long hair with that pink hat she wears. He loves how strong she is physically and mentally. He adores her to the point he wrote a song about her and made the band play it.

But most disgustingly, made me sing it with him.

He didnt even need to write down her name on the paper, I knew the song wasn't about me, it was about her.

It's always been about her.

Wendy.

I should've known he was still hung over her, shit, he still gets drunk of his mind and goes to me.

I don't know why I didn't see this coming.

I really don't, I guess I was just so blinded by love I didn't care.

I didn't care about the red flags when he'd come crying to my arms randomly for emotional support.

I didn't care about the red flags when he'd sometimes shut me out for no reason then come kiss me like nothing ever happened.

I didn't care when.. we had our precious moment right in his bed and he'd mumble the words "You're just like Wendy, I love you so much." And carefully move aside some of my hair to kiss my cheek as our sweaty bodies collided with each other 'passionately.'

"I love you too Stan."

Four and last. Stan doesn't love me, he loves Wendy Testaburger, a girl that's known him longer than me, a girl I never had a chance against, and a girl that's not even here anymore.

#𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮𝙠𝙞𝙡⋆ ★#south park #south park x reader #stan marsh #stan x reader

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out-with-the-boys · 23 days ago

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The Dance- Chapter 18

Homelander x Supe OC

Notes: 18+ No warnings apply for this chapter. Each chapter will have individual content warnings as they apply to avoid spoilers. Find this work on AO3. Tumblr master post here.

Previous chapter.

“I suspect you’ve got something to say to me.”

It was the first time Morgan had shared a space with Stan Edgar since the incident in Harlem. Almost six months. Six long, eventful months. The words left his mouth smoothly, but the razor-sharp attention behind his eyes gave him away. He’d already mapped out three ways this conversation could end.

Morgan crossed her arms and leaned slightly against the chair's back, wearing detachment like a suit of armor. Edgar wouldn’t buy the act, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t try.

“I suppose I do,” she said, keeping her voice measured.

A faint smile touched his lips. “Boston was illuminating, wasn’t it?”

Her mind skimmed the surface of his thoughts—just enough to confirm what she already suspected. He knew. Every filthy, little detail. About her being a natural-born supe. About the baby. All of it. The knowledge hovered between them, unspoken but heavy, like a loaded gun on the table.

She tilted her head. “Your Hail Mary attempt at the congressional hearing you sabotaged?”

Edgar’s smile didn’t waver. “That was certainly part of it.”

“And the other part?” she pressed, though she already knew.

“I needed you out of the way.” His voice was calm, as if he were stating the weather. “You wouldn’t have approved of what came next.”

“Punishing Starlight,” she filled in, a frown pulling at the corners of her mouth. “You knew I’d stand in your way.”

He gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. “You certainly have a reputation for going against the grain here at the tower.”

Her fingers tapped a slow rhythm against the chair’s frame. “You lost her anyway.”

The briefest flicker crossed Edgar’s expression—irritation, disappointment, maybe both. “She got lucky. Black Noir didn’t.” His tone was mild, but the words hit like a threat. “But Starlight won’t stay lucky forever.”

Morgan didn’t flinch, though his casual dismissal of Black Noir’s precarious state gnawed at her. She kept her voice level. “So what now?”

He leaned back slightly in his chair, steepling his fingers. “Now? Now we talk about the future.”

“Stormfront,” she cut straight to the heart of it.

A flicker of approval crossed Edgar’s face. “Stormfront was always meant to be temporary. Controversy was the point. Now she’ll serve as a useful scapegoat.”

“For the hearing massacre,” Morgan finished, her jaw tightening. “You’ve known what she was all this time, and you had plans for her.”

His smile was smooth. “I’m sure you’ll agree she deserves what’s coming to her. Congress needs a villain. I’ve given them one.”

She resisted the urge to scoff. “And what do you plan to do about Neuman?”

There was a beat of silence, long enough to confirm what Morgan had already pieced together: the connection between Edgar and Neuman ran far deeper than anyone suspected. Not just a professional alliance—this was a father-daughter bond, cultivated over years.

He chuckled softly. “If you know about Neuman, you should know better than to interfere.”

Unflinching, she held his gaze. “I’m not here to interfere.” The words tasted bitter, but she forced them out anyway.

Edgar tilted his head, studying her like a specimen under a microscope. “You’ve always been clever. That’s why I brought you in. I’d hate to see you waste that cleverness on something… unwise.”

Her heart pounded, but her face remained impassive. “Like what? Taking a stand?”

His smile was cold and knowing. “Like taking on a fight you’re not ready to win.”

For a long moment, silence stretched between them, laden with all the unspoken truths neither dared voice aloud.

Finally, Edgar stood, straightening his suit jacket with meticulous precision. “And congratulations, by the way.”

Morgan’s expression didn’t shift at his words. She let them hang between them for a beat, then responded with a dismissive shake of her head. “I never really took you for the sentimental type, Stan. You can save it for the folks that buy it.”

The only indication he’d registered her rejection was the slightest narrowing of his eyes.

Morgan took a slow breath, steadying herself before speaking again. “There is one thing I need, though.”

Edgar raised a brow, but said nothing. He didn’t need to—she could feel the calculations running beneath his calm exterior, already weighing the cost of whatever she was about to ask.

“It’s a small request,” she added smoothly. “And I think we both know it’s in your best interest to grant it.”

Quietly, she relayed the request and Edgar’s lips twitched into something resembling a smile, though it didn’t touch his eyes. “I look forward to seeing how clever you can be with it.”

She gave him a tight, mirthless smile in return. “You won’t have to wait long.”

Without waiting for his response, she turned on her heel and left the room, each stride long and purposeful. Stormfront had been far too comfortable for far too long. A reckoning was overdue, and Morgan intended to deliver it.

Getting in touch with A-Train was easier than expected. Whatever questions he had about how she knew he had dirt on Stormfront stayed locked behind his guarded expression. He was too anxious to see Stormfront knocked off her pedestal to press for answers, and Morgan was more than happy to oblige.

The preparation took time, but before the afternoon stretched too far, everything was in place. Security had been briefed to stay close and keep civilians back, just in case things spiraled the way she anticipated. News stations had been contacted, and now, fully armored, Psyren stood outside Vought Tower, ready.

As the five o’clock news was set to air, she tapped the ‘Go Live’ button on her phone. The little red dot blinked to life, and the notification pinged. In seconds, the audience swelled, comments flooding in as viewers joined the feed.

She let the camera settle on her face, her green eyes blazing with a fire that couldn’t be faked.

“Good evening, everyone,” she began, her voice clear and cutting. “As I’m sure you’re all aware, I’m Psyren. And there’s something you need to know about the newest member of The Seven.”

She let the silence stretch for just a beat, enough to pull them in, the tension tangible through the screen.

“Stormfront isn’t what she seems. And I’m going to show you exactly who—and what—she really is.”

With deliberate calm, she lifted a slim flash drive into view.

“You see, I’ve got the receipts. If you’re watching the news right now, you’ll find them being broadcast in real-time.”

The chat feed on her phone exploded, comments pouring in too quickly to follow. Shock. Outrage. Morbid fascination. The energy of it all buzzed through her, exactly what she’d hoped for.

Morgan leaned closer to the phone, her voice dropping just enough to make her challenge apparent. “So, Stormfront—if you’re watching—this is your cue.”

The feed was still live, comments flashing across the screen in a chaotic stream as the minutes ticked by. Morgan held her position in front of the tower, her posture relaxed, but every muscle primed.

She knew it wouldn’t take long. Stormfront was always watching, always looking for a way to control the narrative. And sure enough, a commotion stirred near the edge of the crowd as people gasped and pointed skyward. Morgan glanced up, her lips curling slightly.

Right on time.

Stormfront descended from the sky, landing with a low hum of electricity. Her arrival was accompanied by the sound of phones snapping photos and recording videos, the media feeding frenzy already beginning. A careful mask of defiance, Stormfront gave her a cold smile, her dark eyes scanning Morgan with intense calculation.

“You really think you’ve got something, don��t you?” she said, her voice loud enough for the crowd to hear.

Morgan met her gaze, unfazed. “Oh, I know I do.”

Her jaw tightened, though she forced a smile. “The lies people will believe these days.” Stormfront turned, addressing the onlookers. “All fabricated nonsense. These accusations? They’re meant to discredit everything I’ve worked for.”

Raising her phone slightly, making sure the livestream captured every moment, Morgan let out an amused snort. “Right. I’m sure the photos of you with Frederick Vought were just ‘deepfakes.’ And the swastika armband? Vintage fashion?”

Stormfront took a step closer, her fists crackling with energy. “You think you’re clever, don’t you? Stirring the pot for a few likes on social media.”

Her voice remained calm, cutting through the noise. “I’m just taking a page out of your book. Most importantly, though, I’m here to make sure everyone knows exactly who you are.”

Upper lip curling, the faintest flicker of a sneer broke through Stormfront’s carefully constructed mask. “You’ve really got no idea what you’re messing with, do you?” Her voice crackled with the same energy gathering around her fingertips, sparking and buzzing like a storm on the verge of breaking.

Morgan didn’t move, her expression steady, her phone still trained on the confrontation. “No, I know exactly what I’m doing.”

Stormfront took another step closer, the air between them buzzing with tension, thick with unspoken threats. “You think you can make a fool out of me?”

She gave a small, unbothered shrug. “You’re doing that all by yourself.”

The crowd murmured at the jab, some onlookers exchanging glances, others frantically capturing every second. Stormfront’s eyes darkened, her patience unraveling at the edges. Morgan could feel it—the crack she’d been waiting for. All it needed was one last push.

She leaned in just slightly, her voice low and deliberate. “The saddest part? You wasted all that time trying to help create the perfect race, even giving yourself over to be a lab rat. And here I am, everything you could never hope to be, the next step in human evolution—homegrown and untouched by Vought’s formula.”

Stormfront’s expression twisted, her sneer turning to something far more dangerous: pure, unfiltered rage. “You arrogant little cunt.”

The electricity around her surged, crackling in the air like a live wire. Morgan knew she had her now, and the energy of the crowd shifted with it—phones snapping up to capture what everyone knew was coming next.

Tilting her head, Morgan’s eyes gleamed with cold fire. “What’s the matter? Can’t stand that nature went and made improvements on dear old Frederick’s ambitions?”

Snarling, the last thread of Stormfront’s control snapped as she raised her hand, electricity arcing between her fingers. “You’re going to regret this.”

Morgan smiled, sharp and dangerous. “Try me, Nazi bitch.”

Stormfront struck first, launching a jagged bolt of electricity toward Morgan. The air hummed with power as it crackled through the space between them. Morgan reacted instantly, hurling a chunk of pavement into the bolt’s path with a flick of her hand.

The stone exploded into debris, scattering across the street, but Morgan stood unbothered. She’d expected nothing less. Stormfront narrowed her eyes, irritation flashing across her face. Morgan’s calm, almost bored expression only made her angrier.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Morgan asked, her voice sharp but light, taunting.

The crowd buzzed, cameras and phones capturing every second of the exchange. Stormfront’s sneer deepened, and the electricity around her crackled louder, her control starting to slip. “You have no idea what you’re up against,” she hissed, voice brimming with fury.

Morgan gave a soft, unaffected laugh, her movements graceful as she used her telekinesis to launch herself to a new position across the battlefield. “I think I’ve got a pretty good idea.”

Stormfront let out a frustrated growl and surged forward, electricity crackling along her arms as she aimed a devastating punch. Morgan dodged, her telekinetic powers boosting her movements again, making her faster.

The punch missed by inches, the force of it cratering the ground where Morgan had been standing.

Taking to the sky, Stormfront’s hair whipped wildly in the electric field surrounding her. Bolts of lightning rained down, lighting up the battlefield with deadly precision. Morgan darted through the chaos, throwing herself into a controlled slide behind a fallen street light, which shattered as another bolt struck it.

Sweat beaded on her brow as she kept moving, dodging by mere inches. The ground trembled under the force of the assault, but Morgan remained focused. She waited for her opening—and there it was. Just as Stormfront swooped down in another reckless charge, Morgan grabbed hold of a nearby car with her telekinesis and hurled it into her path.

Stormfront barely had time to react, blasting the vehicle with a bolt of electricity that sent it careening off course. It clipped her midair, throwing her off balance. Morgan pressed the advantage, propelling herself toward Stormfront, but the other woman twisted midair, recovering with a snarl.

“You think you can stop me with your paltry, little mind tricks?”

All around them, the crowd had grown, ignoring the security guards trying to push them back. Phones stayed locked on the two women, and Morgan could hear the rising murmur of onlookers. Stormfront’s eyes flicked toward the crowd, irritation flashing across her face.

“Idiots,” she muttered. Without warning, she turned and hurled a crackling bolt of energy toward the gathered civilians.

Screams erupted as people scattered in every direction. Morgan’s heart lurched, and she threw herself into action, flinging debris into the path of the bolt just in time to divert it. The energy exploded harmlessly against the ground, sending a shockwave through the air.

The crowd surged, panic spreading like wildfire as they tried to escape. Security guards shouted orders, struggling to control the chaos, but Stormfront’s attack had already done its damage—people were screaming, shoving, desperate to live to see another day.

Stormfront floated above it all, surveying the scene with cold detachment. Her lips curled into a satisfied sneer as she watched the crowd scatter. “Look at them. So weak, so pathetic.”

Morgan clenched her fists, every instinct screaming at her to wipe that smug look off Stormfront’s face, but she held back.

Almost. Not quite, but I’m almost there.

Stormfront turned her gaze back to Morgan, her hands still crackling with energy. “You can’t protect them all, Psyren.” She spat her name like an insult, charging her next bolt as she prepared to strike again. “They’re all going to—“

The air shifted.

Before Stormfront could finish her sentence, a thunderous boom cracked through the sky, splitting the air like a whip.

Morgan felt the blast of wind before she saw him—Homelander rocketing down from the heavens, landing with a force that shook the ground beneath their feet. Dust and debris swirled in the wake of his arrival, and the crowd gasped as one, phones snapping back toward the dramatic scene.

Stormfront hesitated, her eyes widening. “Homelander…” Her voice softened, almost reverent. “She’s lying to you—they all are. You and I, we’re on the same side. We are gods among men and—”

He wasn’t interested in listening to anything she had to say. His gaze locked on Morgan, sweeping over her quickly to ensure she was unharmed. “You and I are anything but equals. Your first mistake was assuming we were. Your last mistake was going after her.”

Her expression faltered, disbelief flickering across her face. Before she could even so much as formulate a response, he slammed into Stormfront with bone-crunching force. Morgan winced at the impact, the sound of Stormfront’s body hitting the pavement rang out sharply in the air.

Homelander loomed over Stormfront, his fists blurring as he hammered down punch after punch.

Wait!

Morgan’s voice pierced his mind, quiet yet urgent.

Homelander froze mid-swing, his fist hovering inches above Stormfront’s battered face. Slowly, he turned toward Morgan, confusion flickering across his features. “You want her alive?” he asked aloud, his voice rough with disbelief.

I need her alive.

Morgan’s voice in his mind was calm but unwavering.

Just step back. Trust me.

For a moment, Homelander’s fists stayed clenched, his jaw clenching as if he were on the verge of ignoring her. But with a reluctant exhale, he dropped his hands, his expression still tense, and took a step back. Stormfront groaned, her whole body quaking as she pushed herself onto her knees. Faint sparks of electricity flickered around her fingertips, like dying embers of a once-mighty flame.

Morgan moved toward her slowly, her face resolute but serene. As she crouched in front of the fallen supe, she placed a hand gently on her shoulder, the gesture almost tender.

“You wanted to be the future,” Morgan whispered, her voice low enough for only Stormfront to hear. “But there’s no place for you in it.”

Stormfront’s eyes widened, a flash of fear—maybe recognition—flickering across her face. But before she could respond, Morgan slipped effortlessly into her mind, her presence spreading through Stormfront’s thoughts like a silent tide. Memories unraveled, hatred and malice peeling away into nothingness. Every twisted belief, every monstrous act easily dissolved, leaving only an empty shell behind.

Stormfront slumped forward, her breath ragged but steady, her expression blank. Morgan caught her before she collapsed completely, cradling her limp form with unexpected care, as though holding a child.

For a moment, she just held Stormfront there, her mind buzzing with the weight of what she’d done. The promise she had made so many years ago—to never wipe another mind—echoed in the back of her thoughts.

Taking a steadying breath, Morgan confirmed Stormfront was still breathing. She rose to her feet and turned to meet Homelander’s gaze, her expression solemn. It took a moment for the gravity of what had just happened to settle over him. When it did, he gave her a slow, somber nod, his usual bravado absent in the wake of her decision.

Morgan knelt, cradling Stormfront’s limp body for a moment longer than she intended. The maelstrom inside her mind quieted, but the hollow ache that lingered took her by surprise. She let Stormfront slump gently to the ground, her empty gaze staring vacantly at nothing.

She deserved it.

She reminded herself firmly. If anybody in this whole world deserved a fate like this, it was her. Death was too quick of a release for someone as evil and warped as Stormfront.

Exhaling deeply, her breath trembling as she rose to her feet, Morgan brushed the dust from her hands. Around them, the few remaining onlookers stood frozen, phones still raised, struggling to comprehend what they had just witnessed.

The scene felt like the eye of a hurricane. It was still and fragile. The tension had yet to fully dissipate.

Then, without warning, Homelander was there. He moved faster than her mind could track, closing the space between them in an instant. His hands gripped her shoulders, firm but not rough, his blue eyes scanning her from head to toe with laser precision.

“Are you hurt?” His voice was low, but edged with urgency.

Morgan shook her head. “I’m fine.”

Homelander’s jaw tensed as his gaze lingered on her, searching for any sign she might be hiding an injury. “You could’ve been killed,” he murmured.

“I knew what I was doing,” she whispered, her hand resting lightly on his chest to steady him.

His expression twisted, frustration bleeding into concern. “The baby—” His words caught, and for a brief second, he looked more human than she had ever seen him. “You shouldn’t have taken that risk.”

Morgan offered a small, tired smile, lacing her fingers with his. “We’re fine. See? Barely a scratch.”

He cupped her face now with his free hand, his touch reverent. “Don’t ever do that again.” The command was quiet, but the intensity behind it was immense.

“I knew you weren’t far,” she said gently, giving him the only reassurance she could.

Something flickered in his expression—gratitude, perhaps, or something deeper. Without another word, he leaned in and kissed her, the gesture fierce and possessive. It wasn’t just affection—it was relief, desperation, and a claim, all wrapped into one.

Morgan froze for the briefest moment, the kiss catching her off guard, but then she returned it, just enough to let him know she was still with him, still his.

A murmur rippled through the few onlookers who remained, some snapping pictures, others too stunned to react. But Homelander didn’t care. His world, in that moment, was narrowed down to Morgan and the fact that she was still standing.

When he finally pulled away, he pressed his forehead against hers, his breath warm and steady.

“Morgan, I think…” he paused, mulling over the spark of an idea that flared to life in his mind. “I think it’s finally time I told you something… Something big.”

Song: All the Good Girls Go to Hell by Billie Eilish “Cause even God herself, Has enemies.” Author’s notes: So this chapter didn’t go ANYWHERE close to what I had originally intended, but when I started pulling some loose ends together, this is where it ended up. There were some important story points that needed to be addressed before anything else could progress, in my mind. Either way, I’m really satisfied with where things went. I really hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I’m really excited to keep this train moving. I went a little crazy with the last few updates, and this update got to you a little slower than usual since I’m on vacation. Next chapter might be the same story. We’ll see though. I’m so determined to get this story to its conclusion. (Which is still a ways off, so don’t worry.)

Next chapter.

#homelander #homelander fanfiction #homelander fic #homelander x oc

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acourtofthought · 2 years ago

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I would like to clarify that I am Lucien Stan and I ship Elucien.

I would like to know what made you shippa Elucien?

Me: The whole cauldron scene BEFORE Lucien WHISPERS that elain was his partner.

I would like to point out something about the fandom, I notice that some people in the fandom do not know how to interpret Lucien's attitudes, which is associated with a Raposa (Foxes are beautiful animals and solitary in nature, they are known for their cunning and cunning) people assume that he changed his Personality when in Acowar we have clotheslines telling us the opposite and stating that that sarcastic, acid and courageous personality is there, we have people saying that they are depressed when in reality he is in a scenario where he does not have intimacy with the people around him to be that Lucien from book 1, We still have people who disregard something that is in the books, which was not written for nothing, which is the interaction and relationship between Lucien and Vassa, which in my view is very similar to the relationship between Elain and Az.

However to me it's clear with all the clues, the formula of Sjm writing and with the factor that Elain found her way to Lucien while Sjm was writing the second book and knowingly their names both mean the same thing and both have so much in common not just equals but complementary, since elain is a flower that needs sunlight and lucien is the son of the sun incarnated, i think it's simply fantastic.

Hello !!! It's nice to see the extra message from you ❤️

I agree that it seems like certain readers don't grasp the character of Lucien. I regularly see "what happened to the sarcastic Lucien from book 1?!" It seems pretty obvious though, doesn't it?

Since then, one of his closest friends has physically assaulted him, turned his back on him, he's been chased out of the only home he'd had for centuries, had his brothers once again try to attack him, fought in his first war, was SA by Ianthe, found out he had a Mate after he spent the last however many centuries under the impression that Jesminda was his Mate and had emotional loyalty to her after all that time which is now being challenged by the discovery of his Mating Bond.

And like you said, he's not surrounded by his "people" right now. Maybe if we saw him alone with Jurian we'd see some of his sarcastic nature coming back out from time to time but he's going to be a muted version of himself around the people in the NC. I think they're beginning to develop some sort of positive relationship but it's early stages and I don't think he's ever going to be best friends with Rhys, Cassian, or Az. And his relationship with Feyre has taken a hit so they are on slightly shaky ground these days. There's not really opportunity for Lucien to act like he once did and I think he need to deal with all the stressors in his life before he can think of getting back to that place anyway.

As far as Vassa and Lucien being to one another what Elain and Az are, I might see that a little different than you (though I have no idea if my way of thinking is valid since we don't have a lot to go on with Vassa and Lucien). I definitely think Az and Elain are a rebound of sorts. Him from Mor and her from Graysen. I don't think either one has fully let go of their past loves (which we'd probably need to see them working through in their own books) but I think that it's a step in showing us that they will be able to let go of their first loves when it's time so they can be with their endgame. Both aren't ready to fully deal with moving on from their pasts so they've found a temporary substitute to avoid dealing truly letting go.

With Lucien and Vassa, I just see friendship. I think Lucien feels discomfort when he tells Nesta "at each others throats as they like to be" when discussing Jurian and Vassa. Not because he has feelings for Vassa but because once again, he's in the middle of a romantic pairings drama (i.e. Tamlin and Feyre) when he's just trying to find a place where he belongs. Once again, he's becoming a bit of a third wheel. And the reason I don't think he's feeling anything romantic toward Vassa is because Lucien hasn't felt ANYTHING romantic toward any female since Jesminda's death, until Elain. He's been physically intimate but canonically, he's never been ready to even consider having an emotional connection. Since he thought Jesminda was in fact his Mate, his heart has always remained loyal to her.

Elain is the first person to put that loyalty at risk which is why he's struggling so much with the bond. Because the second he feels actual intimacy and connection to Elain, he feels like he's betrayed Jesminda. I really don't think (considering it took a mating bond for him to get to that point), he'd suddenly feel a connection to Vassa too, in a romantic way. If his Mating Bond with Elain (the most sacred of bonds to the Fae) causes him to feel guilty about Jesminda, than I don't think he's going to add to that guilt by feeling a connection to yet another female. I do think he respects Vassa and is all "Yeah! Girl Power!" towards her the same way he has always felt with Feyre. He really seems to respect women and has developed a lot of friendships with females over the years.

As far as what made me ship Elucien (my FAVORITE topic! 😄). It's who they each are as individuals. The things Lucien values, the things Elain values, their core personality traits. They are so similar without even knowing one another and in this Fae world where vicious fighters and outspoken, aggressive personalities seem to be the default, they are the two characters who stand out to me as being able to finally have their person who understands them. They are surrounded on all sides by this other type of personality and they are a bit misunderstood because they are so much different than that. So they've both spent their whole lives a bit "odd man out" and if they were to finally connect and really get to know one another, I think it would be the first time they'd ever truly felt seen. Neither has to sacrifice who they are to be together. Their conversations would be full of intelligence, depth, humor, sincerity, and a willingness to admit their wrongs. They wouldn't be a trigger for each other (like I think Az's aggression would be a trigger for Elain who doesn't like violence and I think someone like Feyre or Vassa, with their brash personalities, would trigger Lucien to feel like his opinions were constantly being undervalued and he was "less" than.

I don't think that SJM has ever written two more beautifully compatible characters, two complete equals and it would be such a shame to see that go to waste if they weren't endgame.

#pro elucien #pro lucien vanserra #antie/riel #ask

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