#「 * ✧. — when will my reflection show who I am inside? ⇢ pictures. 」

[kitten4sannie]

dolce and gabbana

pairing: san x guest! reader (fem)

genre: pure smut with a tiddlywink of plot

summary: san can’t seem to get you off his mind after sitting next to you during the latest D&G showcase, so he has no choice but to get you on his dick instead.

w.c: 3.3k

warnings: some alcohol use, subby until he’s not! san, dommy mommy who folds instantly when san asserts himself! reader, both reader and san mutually go after one another despite knowing one of them is MARRIED (hoes will be hoes what can i say <3), reader’s husband is a dick ofc, misogyny (from said husband), cheating, seduction, exhibitionism, mommy/daddy kink….. (i’m weak okay,,), teasing, mainly!! praise and pet names, one instance of false praise, [ the following happens inside a crowded room of ppl and possiblyy in front of reader’s husband: groping, fingering, kissing, dry humping, one neck bite, san cums untouched, ] ITS BIG BTW AND CURVED……, oral (giving/receiving), squirting, one singular pussy slap, san puts reader into a mating press on her husband’s side of the bed just for funsies, manhandling, size kink, breeding kink, creampies (sannie cums a lotttt)

a/n: as a pudding since day 1 i am in absolute shambles thanks for asking <3 and YES im very aware i posted yesterday but the fic demons cannot be silenced!!! and just fyi i’m sure san was very grateful and absolutely brimming with excitement to be at the show!! the way i wrote him here does not reflect his actual feelings towards anything,, its just a silly fic and i wrote what i wanted lol. also i wish i could tell you how many times “dolce and gabbana that’s on my titties~” played in my head while i typed this out 😭😭 (also i did not proofread this whatsoever so forgive me if there are errors) but anyways, i hope you enjoy :33

song recs: la romana by bad bunny, rover + peaches + nothing on me by kai, planet goddamn by mac miller

San knew eyes would be on him. Why wouldn’t they be? He was dressed to the nines, his hair slicked back to showcase his alluring, feline-like eyes, his sharp, angular features that could give someone a fatal cut if they looked for too long, and most importantly, he was all decked out in a sleek black custom-made top that perfectly adorned his broad shoulders and chest, one that even cinched securely around his impossibly tiny waist. Of course it did. It had been custom fit and made just for his body. Even the tailor had jokingly mentioned that Michelangelo himself must’ve sculpted him to perfection in the heavens before San was born, but San wasn’t laughing. He perfected his body through his own sheer willpower and determination alone, to be the best that he could be for his own self — and if people just so happened to drool over the results of his hard work, then that was simply a perk.

Holding his hand up to shield his eyes from the many camera flashes, he continued to make his way down the walkway, offering many of the starstruck guests a courteous, though charming smile, wondering if their wandering gazes were due to his breathtaking ensemble or what was sitting just below it. The thought tickled him. It continued to amuse him throughout the afternoon, taking picture after picture with eager guests and wealthy tycoons alike, quite pleased with himself when neither man nor woman could seem to control themselves around him, their eyes always drifting downwards to look San up and down like he were next up in an auction, their mouths pressed to their champagne flutes in an effort to quell the thirst they felt, their free hands lingering just a little too long on the small of his back when they bid farewell to him.

San relished the fact that these poor starving individuals could never get a taste of him, no matter how incredibly rich or influential they were. None of them would get a bite of the forbidden fruit without permission from God.

It was then that the show started, various eye-catching models sashaying their way across the aisle to showcase the latest D&G collection, all displaying their own unique set of features and charm. All flawless and angelic in their own right, but they were almost predictable in that way — like mannequins made solely for the rich and beautiful to gawk at. San couldn’t help but look past them, only focusing on the expensive, tailor made clothes that were framing their perfect bodies. And after a while, he almost seemed to grow bored. Of what, exactly? He wasn’t sure. Maybe it was the sheer gaudiness of it all, the lack of self awareness for things that really mattered in the modern world, and the almost nauseating amount of figurative autofellatio the beautiful people around him seemed to be fond of doing. San would’ve pondered it more when somebody near him gently patted his thigh, causing him to look down at the small manicured hand, the diamond ring around your finger glinting in the light like a warning sign.

“Are you bored like I am?” you whispered softly into his ear from beside him, giving him a quaint smile when he turned his head to face you.

San blushed, leaning slightly in your direction. “Am I that obvious?”

“No, don’t worry. None of these drones will be able to notice.” You motioned your head to the crowd around you, their phones in hand, all whispering to each other about how revolutionary the new collection was, despite it looking eerily similar to the fall one from the year before. “You could whip your cock out and no one would bat an eye.”

“Oh?” San studied your flirtatious smile, then looked down just to make sure his eyes hadn’t deceived him. Yep, the ring was still there — and it probably cost more than a year’s worth of rent. Delighted by your forwardness, San took it upon himself to tease you, reaching down to slowly unbutton his slim-fitted pants. “Well, if that’s the case…”

Your cheeks turning bright red, you reached downwards to shield his crotch from view, looking up at him with wide eyes, your faces now impossibly close. “I-i was fucking with you! Don’t actually take out your dick…”

San’s sharpened eyes flitted from your gaze to your cherry red lips, letting go of his zipper to gently take your hand in his, pressing it firmly down onto his thigh. “Yet…?” he challenged huskily, wondering if you were like all the others and would yank your hand back, scoff in disgust, and pretend as if it had never happened. It was then that San felt you squeeze your warm hand into the meat of his thigh, your fingers just barely pressing into the inseam of his pants.

“You can be a good boy and wait till the after party, can’t you?” you asked in a lower, sultrier tone, pressing your lips to his cheek to leave your mark on him, your hand moving further up his thigh, only pulling away when you felt something hard press into your palm. Smiling sweetly, you leaned in again, this time allowing your lips to brush over his. “Good things come to those who wait.”

And just like that, you turned forward to focus on the models all gathering onto the stage at once along with the designers, clapping along with the rest of the crowd when they all took a bow. You blew a kiss to one of the designers who caught it and pretended to put it in his pocket.

Still breathless from your short encounter, San nudged your thigh with his own, biting into his lip and tasting the sweetness of your lipstick. You nudged him back, glancing at him through the corner of yours eyes, licking at your own lips, like a predator would before pouncing on their prey.

San couldn’t believe he had finally met someone like you. There was a serpent in his garden — and he couldn’t wait for it to swallow him up.

-

The after party was predictable as always — strangers binge drinking and snorting powder off of your previously pristine marble tabletops, others telling embellished stories about their latest trip to their private islands, to various vague acquaintances doing god knows what in your many empty guest rooms. All of that chaos saught to entice you, and you could not, for the life of you, care about what your husband was currently cackling over with his close friends, instead focusing on the crackling wood sitting inside the fireplace you were all huddled near. When you inevitably ran out of champagne, you patted your husband’s leg so that he could remove his arm from your waist.

He looked down at you with indifference. “What is it?”

“I need more champagne, honey. I’m going to get some.”

Your husband’s face scrunched up. “Haven’t you had enough? If you drink any more, you’re going to lose your nice figure.” He looked to his friends for validation who all simply nodded along in agreement.

Your husband’s chauvinistic comments didn’t bother you anymore, just his persistent presence in your life. He was like a mosquito that was always trying to drain you, one that you could never seem to swat away. Well, nothing a little dick couldn’t fix. “That’s funny, because I seem to recall the tailor coming in this morning for an emergency visit to alter a certain suit,” you mentioned, this time pushing your husband’s arm away from you, surveying his now quiet friends with an unbothered look, before wandering off, not registering the insecurity driven ramblings that your husband was sending your way.

Once you made your way into the crowded loft, you searched your surroundings for what you were looking for, humming at the sight of the pretty boy from earlier sitting on the large plush couch in the corner, his cheeks flushed red, haphazardly holding onto a half-empty champagne flute, his attention on one of the models that had walked for your husband’s collection a few hours earlier. He was even more handsome now that you could study his captivating details, your eyes drifting over his bulky frame, from his large arms and shoulders, to his delicate waist, and down to his spread thighs, zeroing in on what was between them, knowing that the beautiful stranger was blessed in more ways than one based off what you had felt earlier.

Without hesitation, you slowly made your way across the room, your stiletto heels digging into the fur carpet below with each concentrated step, licking your red lips when the model placed one of her hands on San’s thighs and squeezed it, his suddenly submissive expression causing more knots to form within your core. You were going to make him yours.

San could barely hear the pretty model’s words over the loud music and the many overlapping voices inside the loft, not knowing what to say when she moved closer to him, clearly going in for the kill. It was then that someone stood over him, their heel nudging into his loafer. He looked up, his once hazy eyes opening wide at the sight of you standing above him with a bottle of champagne in one hand, your other hand already cradling his face. “M-miss…there you are…”

“Here I am,” you purred, running your fingers along his jaw, satisfied with the fact that your lipstick print was still visible on his tan skin.

Just about spilling the rest of his bubbly onto his lap, San gulped, slowly spreading his thighs open wider and patting one of them, giving you a silent invitation to take things further.

Humming, you lowered yourself into his lap, your plush thighs and ass pressing snuggly against his lower half. “Look at you,” you cooed softly into San’s ear, not caring to give the now fuming model any attention, lowering the cold champagne bottle in between your bodies, chuckling at the soft whimper he let out when it pressed into the exposed sections of his skin. “You’re such a good boy, saving a seat for Mommy like this. Aren’t you, baby?”

San’s throat went dry. He must’ve done something truly benevolent in a past life to deserve this. “Y-yes, I am, s-so good for you…”

“Then, be good and open your mouth,” you purred, lifting the almost empty bottle and pouring some into your mouth. San’s jaw slowly dropped, not knowing that he was already beginning to drool. You didn’t mind, clutching the sides of his heated face and pressing your parted lips onto his, transferring the sparkling alcohol to him, but not without running your tongue over his.

San brought his hands up near the sides of your ass, his fingers trembling, not knowing if he was allowed to touch you, whimpering into your mouth when you sucked the alcohol off of his tongue.

“You can touch, baby.” You reached for his wrists and brought his hands underneath the hem of your short dress, gasping when he squeezed the softness of your ass in between his ringed fingers and began to slowly guide your hips, your clothed cunt rubbing back and forth over his stiffening cock. “Mm, someone’s eager, hm? You’re a naughty one, making the main designer’s wife grind on your cock like this in front of everyone.”

“It’s…Mommy’s fault…” San murmured near your ear, rolling his own hips up into yours, making you feel every inch of his trapped throbbing cock each time he ground himself into you, biting into his lip at the sound of your breathless moans, swearing he saw your grimacing husband from over your shoulder.

“My fault, huh? Mommy should make up for it, shouldn’t she?” you sighed back onto his heated skin, pressing kiss after kiss onto his collarbones, dragging your tongue along the constellation of freckles he had on his neck, making him shudder underneath you.

“Uh-huh…” San moaned out, your hand suddenly squeezing into and sliding back and forth over his erection, your thumb repeatedly rubbing over the pronounced tip, knowing he was staining his expensive pants with sticky pre-cum. “F-fuck, I’ll cum if you keep doing that…”

“So sensitive, baby, you’re so cute…but you’re not the only one, you know? Look what you did to Mommy~” You gave his balls a gentle squeeze just to hear him whimper, before letting go, instead reaching for his hand again and leading it between your legs, moving your soaked panties to the side just in time for San to fill you up with two thick fingers.

“You’re so wet…” San groaned, unable to keep himself from adding another digit inside your slick hole, beginning to pump them in and out of you, allowing the both of you to listen to the obscene squelching sounds your cunt made each time he finger-fucked you. Something switched inside of San when you began to whine and whimper, and fuck yourself back on his fingers, your eyebrows screwed upwards, begging him for more with your teary, half-closed eyes. “So fucking wet just for me, huh? Hey, Miss, did you know your husband is standing just across the room? Think he’s hard knowing I just got his pretty little wife wetter than she’s been in her entire life?”

“B-baby, don’t tease me like that,” you whispered, not wanting the control you had over him to slip out of your grasp, grabbing onto his shoulders, accidentally causing pieces of his solid outfit to fall off and land onto the leather couch.

“It’s San, Miss, but you can call me Sannie if you wanna be a good girl for me,” he chuckled, shoving his fingers into you up to the knuckles, rolling your clit around underneath his heavy thumb. “And, I’m not teasing you, my love, he’s really watching us, and he looks like he wants to kill me.”

Just as you looked behind you to catch your husband’s displeased gaze, San began to ram his soaked digits into your spasming cunt, feeling his lips, tongue, and teeth on your neck. “O-oh my god, Sannie, oh, fuckkkk…”

Just as your warm arousal began to pour out onto his fingers and lap, San bit down into the area where your neck and collarbone connected, letting out a few stunted groans, his hips jolting up into yours, coating the insides of his designer pants with white.

“Did you just…?” you began, before San stuffed his fingers into your mouth, growing quiet and sucking your arousal off of them. He pulled them out with a pop, but you didn’t even get the chance to continue your question because you were suddenly being lifted up into the air, strong hands clutching your thighs, your legs hooked around San’s waist.

Your defeated, emasculated husband was just a blur when San carried you through the crowded room and up the stairs, not stopping until he got to the largest room at the end of the expansive hallway.

“Which side does your husband sleep on?” San asked, once he stood at the foot of the kingsized bed.

“On the right. Why do you–O-oh,” you gasped as he quickly laid you out on the right side of the bed and lifted your dress up, forcefully spreading your thighs open so that he could bury his face in your cunt, repeatedly lapping at your slit and clit over your soaked panties until he couldn’t take it, reaching up to tear your panties off with ease. “Sannie, baby boy, what’s gotten into you?”

San looked up at you with dark, dilated eyes, reaching up to his broad body to rip off the rest of his outfit, his solid muscles flexing as he closed his fingers around your waist, yanking you lower so that your cunt was closer to his face, looking like he was about to eat you alive. “Daddy’s hungry,” he simply replied, diving back into your cunt to lick and slurp up your juices, tonguing your hole just to feel you clench around him, his nose nudging your clit as he ate you out like a starved man.

Sooner or later, you began to shudder and pant, tugging at the ends of San’s sweaty hair, your thighs pressing into the sides of his head until he forcefully held them down, quickly moving his head up and down as he dragged his tongue roughly over your throbbing clit, his focused eyes never leaving yours. “S-sannie, I’m really, fuck– I’m gonna cum…!”

“Cum for Daddy,” he demanded gruffly, stuffing three fingers into your cunt and pounding them into your g-spot, lifting your ass up with his other hand so that he could catch the stream of arousal that suddenly squirted out of you, some of it inevitably soaking into the satin sheets below you. San licked your juices from his lips, going down to give your puffy cunt one last lick to savor your taste, before standing up from the bed and unbuckling his pants.

“Y-you….Did you get possessed by a demon?” you asked half-jokingly, unable to keep your thighs from trembling, wiping the sweat from your forehead with the back of your wrist.

His cock now directly near your face, San smiled devilishly down at you, his dimples appearing. He lazily ran a closed hand along his curved, dripping length. “And if I did? You’d still let me fuck you, wouldn’t you? Because Mommy’s a good little slut, huh?”

“What do you think?” you mused, just before running your tongue along the underside of San’s heavy cock up to the salty tip, a pleased chuckle vibrating from your throat.

“Yeah, get it wet for me…” he mumbled absentmindedly, pushing his fingers through your hair to move it out of the way. San pressed his thighs tightly against the side of the bed, thrusting shallowly into your mouth, watching fondly as you sucked and licked the beads of pre-cum that leaked from the slit.

Just when San began getting worked up, you pulled yourself off of him and sat up to rid yourself of your useless, disheveled dress. Hearing a distinct groan of approval, you reached up for the handsome stranger, licking the saltiness from your lips. “Now, you come here and show Mommy just how much Daddy wants her.”

“Yeah? I’ll show you…” San wasted no time climbing back onto the bed and folding you up into a mating press, leaning back to send a few wads of spit onto your cunt, smacking his hand against the wetness for good measure, before he plunged himself deep inside you. “In fact, I’ll make sure you never forget, baby.”

You just about screamed, not ready for San’s unusual size and shape, the curve of his cock rubbing deliciously along your tightening walls each time he pounded himself into you. “S–ann–ie…! It’s so big, fuck– so good!”

“Aww, poor baby’s never had a big cock stretching out her pretty pussy before, huh?” San cooed into your ear, pulling all the way out, just to slam himself back in, hitting your g-spot dead on, making you cry out deliriously. “You’ll never be able to go back to your husband after this. You’re gonna be begging for me to take care of you from now on….” San pressed his lips against yours, sucking on your tongue as you moaned out for him. “Want you to cum for me again, baby…Squirt on my cock, okay?”

“S-Sannie, it’s too much,” you whined out, dragging your nails down his broad back, your toes curling just as San punched your next orgasm out of you when his curved cock once again came in contact with your g-spot.

As you began to cry from the overwhelming pleasure, San licked your tears away, gently pressing his lips into your cheek and jaw, shushing you. “Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s here for you.” He clutched you close, holding still inside you, as his cock began to twitch. “Here it comes, princess, just for you.” A hot, creamy stream of cum began to shoot out into you, completely drenching your insides with his load.

You could hardly speak at this point in time, solely concentrated on the pleasure that still had a hold on your sore body and the warmth that was filling you up to the brim, suddenly realizing that your husband really wasn’t going to be happy with you. “Y-you shouldn’t have…nnnngh….”

San continued to roll his hips into you, his eyelids fluttering, groans spilling from his throat, your cunt still milking his pulsing cock for all it had, which was a lot, to say the least. Once there was nothing left to give you, San leaned down, pressing one last kiss to your lips, not caring that you had left your lipstick all over him. “Can I ask you something, baby?”

“Y-yes, San?”

San smiled, his glossy brown eyes glistening in the light. “When you have my baby, will you have the heart to tell your poor husband that it’s actually mine?”

Panting heavily and trying to process what the handsome stranger just said, you finally came to the realization that you let someone who didn’t even know your name possibly impregnate you. Well, at least you had something to talk about over breakfast with your husband, rather than hear him go on and on about his latest collection.

“I’m not sure about that one…”

“Can I ask you one more question?”

“Hm?”

“Should I name our baby Dolce or Gabbana?”

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[httpsserene]

hi!! congrats on 3k!! could i request the car wash kink rating with breeding kink for Fernando, Charles, Daniel, Lewis And Franco?

#3k vday celly

🧽🪣 would you like a complimentary car wash? — send me any five (5) drivers and one (1) kink from this list, and i will rank the drivers in order of who i think is most to least likely to participate/avoid, or love/hate that kink !!! each driver will have a small blurb written xxx

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. i am stupid. and, no, i am not cosplaying as charles leclerc rn. i mixed up my requests during the 3k celly and somehow thought i had already written this prompt for charles when i, very clearly, did not! so sorry about that, love, and i have added charles’ blurb below the cut (i promise it’s actually there this time!) happy 3k🤍 thank you for requesting < 3

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𝐦𝐭𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 fem!bipoc!reader x dr.3 | fa. 14 | cl. 16 | fc. 43 | lh. 44 cw under the cut.

heavy discussion of pregnancy, children, and domestic life. charles blurb added on april 7th.

𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭

simply put, daniel is going to tell you to take it and let him knock you up. he’s watches his cum threaten to spill and tuts disapprovingly, using his fingers to push any leakage back inside of your cunt. what he really has a kink for is making a family with you. he wants to massage your sore feet and speak to your rounded belly. he wants you to yell at him for getting you pregnant while you’re laboring. he wants to handle the diaper changes, midnight cries, and teething tantrums while you sleep, heal, and relax. he wants to make you brunch-in-bed with your gaggle of mini-me’s for mother’s day. his breeding kink is the manifestation of his longing to start a family with you.

charles tends to lose himself when his hindbrain is triggered. his attention tunnels when your nails sharply pierce his shoulder, instantly halting his thrusts when your other hand weakly pushes against his abdomen, whimpering about how he’s too deep. he hums lowly, pulling his hips backward until he’s threatening to slip out of your cunt (he can feel you tightening around him, your muscles squeezing tightly to draw him back inside the heated, dripping, plush depths). charles adjusts his angle to avoid the head of his cock bullying its way into areas it shouldn’t be. one of his hands collects both of yours, his grip soft but unyielding around your wrists as he presses them into the bed above your head. charles sees the lustful glaze over his eyes reflected in your arousal-blown pupils and he resumes the harsh and deep grind of his hips. his free hand moves to cover your navel, searching for tangible proof of him reaching the deepests part of you before he spills. he’ll continue like this until it takes.

lewis does not want to get you pregnant. at all. he understands that can be hard to believe when he’s fucking into you, delirious with pleasure, as he mindlessly rambles about “needing you to be a good girl and give him a baby.” but, fear not, lewis is well known at the local pharmacy for his frantic plan-b trips. it’s not like he’s fucking you raw either; lewis is an avid fan of protected sex. if anything, the two of you could be the face of several birth-control and condom brands. when male birth control becomes approved, lewis will be the first man in line to get his prescription. then, he might entertain the idea of fucking you raw.

fernando omitted the truth when asked what his biggest fear is on grill the grid. it’s you showing him a positive pregnancy test or ultrasound pictures. he’s not going to judge if you have a kink for being bred, and he could even play into it for you. but, kids? and, one that has half of his genetics? no, fernando will pass on that, he prefers being the handsome, terrifying, yet funny uncle. he truly has kink for being childless—and the two of you don’t have to stress over raising and forming a well-rounded human being. 

franco pretends that he doesn’t have a papi kink; you know he does, and you never let him live it down. but, he could never pretend to have a breeding kink. he’s young, wild, and free—he doesn’t want to think about kids or pregnancy in way during sex. it might be the only thing that can make him soft as soon as the thought pops into his head. sex is fun, and a breeding kink would ruin the fun. your first (and only, please) pregnancy scare scared away any chance of him developing a kink. it terrified him so much, he started tracking your cycle on his phone to be aware of the days you’re fertile and when you’re ovulating. the notification brightens his phone screen and he refuses to put his cock anywhere near your lower half—even with protection—during those days, unless he’s desperate for it.

𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭

© httpsserene — do not reupload. photos in header from pinterest. mdni divider by @cafekitsune.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Isekai Reader, looking at the half-bitten cookie: .....

Isekai Reader, looks at Damian and Duke: Are you guys sure none of you put anything in here?

Alfred, checking their temperature: I was with them the whole time and any type of liquid that should not be in my kitchen is strictly prohibited

Isekai Reader looks at the transparent couple behind the two boys: I think I saw Bruce's parents... am I high?

Damian: what are you blabbering at?

Isekai Reader: Ya deaf boy? I said I can see your grandmother and granfather from your father's side who is behind you

Alfred, concerned(a bit hopeful too): are you sure?

Martha looks at her husband: How bout you tell him this so he can believe you dear, he is the only one who knows of this

Isekai Reader: hey Mr. Alfred wanna know what miss Martha told me?

Alfred: I'm afraid I don't know would you care to?

Isekai Reader: Wanna bet?

.....

Alfred:....

Alfred, clears his throat: Ahem, I will appreciate it if you don't tell this to any of them no matter what the cost

Isekai Reader: Don't worry I won't traumatize your already traumatized grandkids even more

.....

Bruce: should we send you to a therapist?

Isekai Reader: you're coming with me then

Bruce: absolutely not

Isekai Reader: Then no♥️

Isekai reader either high as balls or actually seeing ghosts? More news at 5.

Isekai! Reader/ you: after all you’ve been through, have any of you ever been to therapy before? Like genuinely gone and or considered going?

Bruce: I’m rich

Dick: once or twice but then I remember that I have to open up. No thanks.

Jason: why pay for therapy when killing crime lords and drug dealers is completely free.

Damian: therapy is beneath me.

Tim: what’s that? Never heard of it.

Duke: I missed one session! One!

Isekai! Reader/ you: if I had money I’d open up a hospital and shove you all inside it. not you Duke, you’re my favourite right now.

Duke: :)

…

-I love this concept, thanks anon-

Isekai! Reader/you: *seeing Martha and Thomas again as they watched over Bruce* fuck sake I’m high again.

*martha and Thomas resting their hands on their son’s shoulders, smiling at him*

Isekai! Reader/ you: *feeling a little sentimental* awww. They’re watching over their baby boy. *smiles softly*

Bruce, noticed: why you smiling.

Isekai! Reader/ you: just remembering how stupid you looked when dressed up as nightwing.

Bruce: Dick and Jason showed you the pictures?

Isekai! Reader/ you: that suit was struggling to keep itself together and I thought your whole asshole was going to fall out if honestly is what your after.

Bruce: it was a phase! *buries head into hands*

Isekai! Reader/ you: that’s what they all say, but you dressing up as a bat and beating people so bad they’re left in a comatose state has to be the longest phases you’ve been in. Ever.

…

Jason: *does anything*

Isekai! Reader/ you: I can take him.

Duke: in a fight right?

Isekai! Reader/ you: :)

Duke, scared: in a fight right?!

Bruce, from a distance: STAY AWAY FROM MY SON!

Isekai! Reader/ you: I WILL FUCK YOUR SON WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT! HES TOO FINE TO BE LEFT SINGLE! ITS CRIMINAL!

Duke: …

Bruce: …

Jason: :)

…

Bruce: what you got there?

Isekai! Reader/ you: a big ass plushie that’s half my body height. *picks said plushie up and squeezes it*

Damian: are you a child?

Isekai! Reader/you: unlike you I had actually got to experience a childhood…at least I think…I can’t remember most of it but I’m sure that’s normal.

Bruce: …

Damian: …

Duke: I’m pretty sure that having gaps in your memory in regards of your childhood isn’t healthy nor a good reflection on your childhood. I could be wrong though so don’t take my word for it.

Isekai!reader/ you: …consider this healing the inner child with a rich man’s credit card.

[handlemehyuck]

hihiii sweet girl, i hope u r doing good!

currently thinking abt bf!hyuck going to every recital ballerina!reader has, and taking her to practice and watching her anytime he gets a chance to.

am i/was a ballerina, yes, when i was 3 and quit the same day 💔 but i love this concept sm

-jumbotron anon

hello hello! thank you! uno reverse <3 we have something in common, jumbotron anon, i too was a ballerina. i might've lasted longer than a day though lol >.<

hyuck dating a ballerina 😭😭😭 this got a little suggestive... i couldn't help myself

now i’m thinking about the nights you take a bath with epsom salt, tired muscles begging for the soothing heat. if donghyuck’s home, he’ll join you in the bathroom, standing on his knees to give you a kiss before settling down onto the soft rug with his right hand in the bathtub. his fingers disappear into the suds, moving them around playfully as he listens to shared moments from your day before finding your quad and kneading the muscle. he watches you with so much love in his eyes. he’ll kiss your forehead, smooth down your brow when the hairs look a little disarrayed, and tell you how amazing you are. how much you inspire him. how much pride is held in his heart for you, but my god how he worries. he’s never told you this, but he’s terrified of receiving a text or call about an injury. every time you call him his heart beats faster until he hears your voice, until he’s sure there’s no cry or break in your tone. it keeps him up at night sometimes bc he knows what that feels like. he knows how mentally challenging a recovery can be, but he also knows that he’d be by your side if it ever happens.

on a happier note, he loves your dance clothes—what you wear to practice. he loves watching you fix your hair in the morning, sitting crisscross on the living room carpet in front of a mirror. you always listen to studio ghibli songs (a detail he finds so endearing and cute), humming, and flexing your toes or lifting your leg into a deep stretch as you go through your little routine. you’ll eat breakfast together around the coffee table every morning you can. you’ll show him videos friends took during practice and melt over his understanding—he’s the first man you’ve ever been with who has an understanding of the technique, immediately catching the intricate movements that are so impressive and reflect your skill and years of hard work. he minimizes how hard you are on yourself bc his eyes sparkle so earnestly. he walks with you inside when he drops you off for the final dress rehearsal, with your duffel bag over his shoulder and encouraging words flowing effortlessly from his sweet mouth. he cries in the audience during your recitals, taking pictures and videos too, or bringing jaemin along to handle his camera so he doesn’t miss a thing with his own eyes. he tries not to cry when he greets you after them. he’s so present. he’s incredible. he’s a heartwarming supporter. you couldn’t have anyone better

and omg :( that meal afterward. you have to get him to be quiet before he announces your achievement to the entire restaurant. imagine him with his elbows on the table, face propped up in the palm of his hands. the warm lighting catches his eyes, making them glow as he watches you with a consuming adoration as you talk about the energy going on backstage, how proud you are of your company. tears fill your eyes when you think back on the months of preparation and how steadfast donghyuck has been throughout all of it. you stand, and his eyes widen, prepared to reach for you so you’ll stay, but instead, you slide into the booth beside him. you're leaning in for a kiss when he’s ushering you out of the booth altogether, so you can slide in first and he can sit on the outside.

“i’m very tempted to make out with you… would our waiter mind?” he looks so good, smells so good, loves you so good. donghyuck deserves kisses.

“probably… should that stop us?” the smallest smile curves his lips, and you nearly whimper over the hotness he's currently radiating. he must do it on purpose, knowing how to rile you up.

sighing, you rest your head against his shoulder and donghyuck chuckles lowly. “can i have you for dessert?”

your boyfriend’s entire being stills like he’s holding his breath, and you sit up to look at him. you brush his hair away from his forehead, clearing the view of his pretty eyes before he shakes his head, clicking his tongue at you. “how am i supposed to enjoy this dinner? are you sure tonight’s good? aren’t your muscles sore?”

you appreciate his consideration, knowing he’s probably right. plus, you’ve been craving pistachio and butter pecan ice cream from the shop around the corner from your apartment. “after dinner, ice cream, but this weekend… everything else. deal?”

he entraps you in kiss that sets off fireworks in your heart and head. he smiles against your mouth before pulling away, booping your nose with his own. “deal.” he gives your leg a little squeeze, sealing his word with a promise just as your waiter returns.

[strawberryhenisey]

Everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet

Part 1 of RoR men having a picture of your face inside their wallet!

Hades ⚰️

He was proud that he had your picture in his wallet, he showed it to all his brothers

His brothers ended up having a long 5 hours sitting on the chair while Hades tells stories about you and stuff!

He loves you so much he probably made a face like this (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤ while showing the pics to his brother's

When he told you about the picture you just patted him since you had a hangover from Aphrodite and Hera's sleepover which caused Hades to rant to Ying Zheng

"Does she not like the picture?! Does she not want me to put her picture inside my wallet?! Am I looking like an obsessed god?! Or worse! Does she want to divorce me?!" after longs hours of overthinking Ying Zheng just ended up replying "Hào!" to the god's rant

When you were sober you owed him a lot of kissies everywhere! ಠ⁠ ⁠���⁠ ⁠ಠ

Poseidon 🌊

He was very quiet about it, he thinks it's foolish to brag about such a thing, he loves you yes but why would he shove your picture right into everyone's faces right?

That's simply absurd! He doesn't even want anyone to see the picture, not because he's ashamed but because he believed your beauty is only meant to be seen by him only

Although he won't lie, he does sometimes intend to open his wallet wide so anyone could see your picture

He even volunteered to pay the bill as he opened his wallet widely to reveal your picture

"Oh this?This is my beloved wife... Oh wait my bad, future wife for now"

He said that with a smug face as he smiled ever so slightly

Apollo ☀️

Everyone was a bit intrigued, they're not shocked he has a picture of you in his wallet, but they are just expecting the picture of himself since everyone knows he's a narc

Despite him being a narc he thinks you're pretty, gorgeous, beautiful, heavenly! And what does a being with such divine beauty deserve?

A man who has a divine beauty too of course! So in Apollo's perspective you are a match made in heaven!

He then talked about how your beauty and his reflect to one another

"See how I have such intricate and delicate face while my beloved has defined and also has a porcelain like face! We literally compliment each other you know!"

No one knew if he just wanted to bring up his beauty while bringing up yours, or he just wants to end up bringing his beauty to talk about himself, either way he loves you truly!

Thank you for reading (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

[lyzuos]

from the depths of your very soul, i seek the purest devotion

#SUMMARY | you and rafayel reflect on your wedding day, and memories flood the forefront of your mind just as waves break at its peak.

#WORDCOUNT | 2.7K (they/them pronouns were used however reader is also referred to as "bride")

#WARNINGS | none but there's a tiiiiiiiiiiny bit of angst if you squint

#AUTHOR'SNOTE | helloooooo! this is definitely not my first tumblr account BUT it is a first for my current fixation: love and deepspace :333 yes this is a rafayel fic, no rafayel is not my main (i love him heaps but sylus has me by the cl!t) AND AND AND I AM PRETTY SURE THIS IS ALRIGHT BECAUSE MY FRIEND WHO REALLY LOOOVES RAFAYEL LIKED IT (i wrote it for them) but regardless if i mischaracterise him in any way please let me know!!! i did my best to do a little research on his character beforehand since it’s a marriage fic which meant even more research BUT I LIKE IT SO I HOPE YOU DO TOO HEHE

[if you prefer to read on ao3 here’s a link! I ALSO MADE A PLAYLIST OF THE SONGS I WAS LISTENING TO WRITING THIS SO DO WHAT YOU WILL :3]

valentine’s day was always a special day for them and rafayel; it was a day to reminisce on moments they both shared that inevitably led to their marriage. whether it was countless promises they made to one another or the way that the world was more vibrant in colour whenever they were in each other’s company, rafayel had never been so sure in his life to devote himself to them for the rest of his life. today was different; the light reflected off their wedding rings had an otherworldly lustre that was difficult to not notice. the grooves and etches on gold contrast the gemstone’s royal blue hues, gracing a love that has transcended bloodshed and the passage of time.

“you know i hate waiting, especially not on our wedding day…” rafayel pouts as he sees them head inside the dressing room, wanting to greet the stylists before helping them get ready for the most important day of their lives.

“rafayel, after this there will never be another moment where you would have to wait for me,” they start as they quickly pace towards him and cups his cheeks, “i’ll see you very soon, i won’t be long.” and rafayel instinctively leans down to bring their foreheads together. “don’t disappoint me.” rafayel sighs before grazing his lips against theirs, a fleeting yet tantalising show of his affection.

they regretfully part ways and get whisked to opposite wings of a beautiful, isolated seaside manor rafayel bought for their wedding venue. the island was rich in flora and fauna, the scent of salt heightened the loving atmosphere the artist had spent months curating for this special day. red and blue pigments scatter numerous flower arrangements; flame lilies and blue poppies sway and stand out in silky white tapestries and sturdy marble sculptures. the sun slowly begins its descent to meet the crystal water, urging the sky to morph and transform into warmer tones that reflect off the powerful yet calming waves that crash against the terra in a gentle rhythm.

everything was perfect, just as the lemurian pictured it. he notoriously took the creative lead throughout this year-long ordeal. from the moment he proposed to them to when he would inevitably marry his bride once more, there was absolutely no margin of error. in this lifetime - and all lifetimes hereafter - he would give himself wholly to them; today was the day to give them his heart, his eyes, the very essence of his existence and lay it bare - as raw and untainted as it was - for their collection.

sunlight peaks through cream french windows and scatters softly through the sheer curtains, landing on the drapes of their wedding gown. a colony of seagulls pass by in the distance, their shadows cast on the train of the dress, on intricate lace patterns that float just above the well-loved hardwood floor.

raven hair just above their shoulders flow with the breeze, small strands here and there frame hazel eyes and ethereal facial features. almond nails intricately painted to match the lace on their gown and lips that match the -nth bouquet rafayel had asked to be given to them throughout the day. everything felt surreal, the shower of compliments that the designers were drowned out by the ebb and flow of the ocean just outside the dressing room. its unobstructed view of the shore comforts your ease and excitement; they couldn’t distinguish one emotion from the other when they were about to declare and affirm the culmination of endless devotion and love for a man who had given them nothing short of his body, soul, the universe itself.

rafayel had spent aeons dreaming of this moment. he couldn’t count how many times he had fallen asleep kissing them as his wife; revelling in their embrace as his one and only for his home to see, love as persistent as the waves. the vastness of the oceans cowered at his revere towards them, the depth of cerulean seas remain incomparable to his overwhelming fondness.

so why was he so anxious?

custom-made cufflinks felt a little too snug around his wrists, the crispness of fresh air dulled ever so slightly from ragged breaths. the artist continues to pace around his quarters, leaving the final touches to whoever was responsible. rafayel runs a hand through his hair to calm himself down, just before he stops to stand in front of the piece partially concealed by thick drop cloth.

he breathes in and out, grounding himself by noting down the art supplies gathered at the expansive easel, how the sun reflects off of pigments laid out just underneath the canvas and how just a slightly stronger gust of wind could tip over the plethora of paintbrushes sitting at the edge of the weathered wood.

months, if not years were spent to procure the perfect colours, thousands of miles covered to scavenge materials, endless hours blending different ratios to create identical tones - emotions at that - to replicate, to allege what was going to be a perfect ending hundreds of years ago.

it was the two of them graced by coral and marine life, the rays of the sun slicing through the ocean as they kissed and the waters blush at the site. the warmth of the sea burns through flesh and bone; both souls submerge themselves in a promised permanence. their bodies cradle against one another and arms bring each other impossibly closer while their fingers intertwine, waltzing into a love so searing, so boundless that they irrevocably capsize.

to rafayel it was far from complete, not a day has passed wherein the lemurian hasn’t accentuated the numerous, breathtaking ways the light scatters and reflect off his underwater sanctuary, how the sea glides through your veil and hair, and the curiosity and joy of the schools of fish nearby. he had spent weeks to refine how he would hold you with such reverence, the state of your bodies moulding into one another with eyes closed in newfound acceptance of a lifetime full of cherishment.

the rings he handcrafted alongside his artwork were missing; the final touch, the seal of belated matrimony. pictures inevitably yellow with time, paint hardens from neglect and crystals could get scratched or lose its brilliance, yet rafayel was so insistent - he always was - that a bond such as theirs triumphs any interference, not again.

“i remember being so nervous right before the ceremony.” rafayel sighs as he snuggles against them, the glint coming through the palladian windows of his studio urges him to bury his face in their chest as they both lie down on the couch. they giggle as they take in their surroundings; the flickering of the candles by the porcelain sculpture, the salient wax meeting rose petals that garnish versailles parquetry. it has barely changed since the first time they walked through the gates of his studio and yet it felt like they were seeing everything for the first time again, saturated and set ablaze by compassion.

“and yet your vows made me cry a whole new ocean.” they reply as they absentmindedly play with tufts of his hair in an attempt to ease their embarrassment. rafayel looks up at them after he kisses along their sternum and collarbones, finding their arm that was once draped across his waist to bring his lips to their fingertips.

“i wouldn’t have it any other way,” he starts until he begins to admire the ring he gave to them on that fated day, temporarily entranced until the heat from their face spreads to their hand and onto his own. “for my commitment to you will forever remain thalassic, an inextinguishable flame reserved for my better half. the culmination of power bestowed by the sea god and countless predecessors before is insurmountable to the impression you’ve left me.”

the sun sinks further into the horizon, colours of procured embellishments shift with the dusk and mellows down to a mutable, pristine palette - just as the artist envisioned it. rafayel’s entourage of wedding designers, himself included, ease as the wind calms down as expected as they were fearful the decorations would get carried into the breeze and drift seaward. he double checks the arrangements once more, taking into account the near-colossal artwork placed to the right of the altar to compliment the cliff face of the island situated on the left.

“incredibly picturesque, i’m at a loss for words… i wouldn’t expect any less from an artist… truly remarkable, mr. rafayel.” one of the designers speaks up as she watches rafayel take a few steps back to get a holistic view of the venue.

“thank you,” he begins, his chromatic eyes trained on how his intricate plans manifests in the soft flame from lanterns, the sea bells, lavenders and armeria that constitute the wedding arch and the string quartet - clad in white from head to instrument with corresponding fauna - tuning for a final time. “it’s everything they could have ever wanted, nothing short of it.”

“but is it everything you could have ever wanted, rafayel?”

“of course. and this time, we will never be separated; the bond between us pulses to an unsung melody of fate’s mercy, and i vow to commit it to memory in every lifetime."

the bouquet felt heavy in their hands, the veil masked too much at this given moment. it was cold now, they shivered as they walked down from the wing at the manor and the heat of the candles could only reach so far. they could only process a few things: the string orchestra, the petals and seashells that outline the altar’s path, the crunch and crackle of their heels against the grass, the air with the fire, and the bubbling excitement of a few guests.

the sun begins to sink into the sea far off in the horizon, hues of orange akin to a flame, purple and pink mingle with the near-cloudless sky and dyes the seas. sun glitter dwindles down to a trick of the eye through the lace, and the excitement trickles into silent albeit keen admiration.

they didn’t even realise they were already a couple steps from the altar, the shrouding of their senses left a liminal effect; what began as a spark years ago now welcomed a warm, steady fire that lit up an otherwise inhospitable, frosty night. they step up into the platform, the contact from who led them there dissipates as the guests sit down and the island’s biota continue their chorus in time with the strings.

rafayel let go of the breath he was holding. he saw the twilight tones dance across their skin, the sea reflect the gloss and shimmer on their features - let alone the glint in their eyes as they saw the draped piece behind him, and the wind stylising their hair and the flow of their wedding gown. he noted the crowd’s reaction to the gown’s extended train, with lace that uncovered oceanic life, lemurian scriptures and totems that correspond to the motifs carefully sewn into his attire, that which holds significance in his bride’s life. he gazed back at the manor, towards the horizon on the other side of the island, far from other islands or countries. exiled from duties, obligations and surrendering to natural forces but it was far from disorienting; this was where he imagined himself to be all his life until now, and never had it felt so gratifying to wake up from a dream turning into reality.

There is no denying that you bring a colour to my life that is impossible to replicate.

Be it the countless red, orange flames that gave us company on an island such as this, or the yellow hues that greet our morning conversations as soon as we wake.

On the contrary, the seeds we sprinkled throughout our relationships blossomed from lush shrubs to expansive trees, from which we can learn to sustain and protect ourselves from the physical and mental strains of our lives.

Never was I disappointed in losing you not once but twice, yet a part of me used to drown in conceptions of our bond being severed one day.

But my love, time and time again does our love percolate through fate’s ill intentions; let it be known today that the chains that once prohobit what is rightfully ours have long rusted.

Just as the ocean can be relentless, unruly and hard to transverse, there is clarity and tranquility that can lead us to places and ideas so beyond us; we may not be perfect, but our time and efforts drive the force of the currents in our love.

Time spent become medleys, intimacy etches through my being with ink, growing and becoming alongside you is a forever changing process, earthenware that doesn’t get kilned - rather bisqued with unending passion and vigor that supersedes carvings, paintings, reincarnations of us and that to come.

rafayel slowly unveils his own depiction of their marriage, so identical it’s as though the universe cut from the same cloth and patched it across all possible instances of him and his beloved bride - the fine seamstress she was. a white-gold frame encrusted with the very same jewels on their wedding bands could only be deemed appropriate for a piece conjured to represent their symbol of everlasting union. what was left of the sun was found in their tears of joy and the soft glow of gold that covered the paintbrush, now brushed across their fingers and forever engraved in their magnum opus. the saline atmosphere heightens sensations he had yearned for and their shared temptation to come back home was eager to be satiated.

Our bond is a mosaic; our lives are composed of shards that differ in material, colour and shape, cemented by an immaterial connection.

The pieces scatter themselves across the cosmos, migrate across the waters, melt and harden from the flames.

Though these shards were ardous to procure, were often brittle, and seemed as though they could not find a place in our work, every piece had exceeded my expectations.

For this work had been imbued by your own vision, blessed with your essence. I see it in the way our art glows regardless of the time of day, the miniscule cracks that fracture the light even further and how it perfectly arranges to a void only you could close so beautifully; there was nothing that felt impossible to create, to refine, to actualise.

their shared laughter waltzes with the gale, the sand between their toes propel them further to the sea; garments, formalities, veils and uncertainties were abandoned on the shore, never to be recovered. the saltwater sinks through their attire as rafayel travels deeper to the ocean floor. the fusion of shades of sunset and coral colonies swirl by them and as rafayel swims feverently. not once had either of them had to look back, for there was nothing that could hinder their journey to the sea floor, to the rest of their lives.

I am the artist; swayed with textures, compositions, colours and mediums.

they dance with the currents, sway with the drifts and touch foreheads once they settle down from their excitement. there was truly nothing left to say, no defying of providence; their marriage was a curtain call of lifetimes constantly searching, escaping and longing for his bride to come back to him.

bodies close, breaths synchronised, lips sealed and the sea is tinged pink. both their worlds were now aware of their union, commemorations spread from the wings of seagulls, the clinks of wine glasses and the proflic, vibrant seascape. they were finally reunited; just as pearls produce layers upon layers to develop an otherworldly radiance, they had shone the brightest in that moment despite being far from the surface.

should they choose resurface or not and continue to live out their lives as one, was no longer a wish but a promise without precondition.

And you are my muse: that who inspires me to become more than I am and who I ever could be, the inferno that smoulders tenderness you give to myself and the world around us, and the sea that cleanses that which taints me, leaving but the true amalgamation of an artist's love.

[invested-in-your-future]

Thinking of character designs, it's interesting that the show feels like it would change them just "because it needs to".

There's this fascinating thing within visual storytelling where character designs can reflect character development and experiences. Sure, most often it's conveyed via the cutting one's hair trope and all that, but it doesn't have to be limited to that.

When I am writing I tend to picture characters in my head and how they look, what they do. And the most important question that pops up in my brain is why.

For example, for me, Ruby's outfit would transform throughout her journey, sure, but why? She left in her usual outfit, so why would she need to replace parts of it? For me, that ties into her recklessness we see at the end of V3 and her growing turmoil inside as she is no longer able to just bottle up all those feelings, locking them behind a smile. So her outfit would get more damaged, and parts of it would change, her cape would become far more torn up than usual, far less neat.

She'd favour practicality, of course, due to her tunnel vision as a method of coping with the newest trauma. Outfit parts that would make traversal easier, fighting more efficient, faster, and so on. Maybe army-style boots, maybe pants instead of skirts, and so on.

Obviously, she'd carry a keepsake, a memento. Maybe she would have one of Penny's swords with her or something? She did grab one of those instinctively in the arena back then, so why not follow that up?

She'd also barely have any time for her hairstyle and so on so obviously it would be a wilder version of her V3 look (something V4 got right for once).

Oh look, suddenly the changes within design become clearer all through characterization and story beats.

The show does do that overall, early on. V1-V3 designs have decent amount of thought put into them.

Ruby's cloak is meant to hide her, which ties into her closed-off nature. It's a shell of red, and Red Like Roses associates red with turmoil, death, and despair in her memories. Thus, she is literally hiding away via her trauma.

Weiss side-ponytail lends to her asymmetry, which not only matches her scar but also epitomizes her rebellion. It signifies that she is not going to be just a proper puppet for her father and that she wants to upend the order governing her family.

Blake's sleek design is tailored for mobility, for easy escape. The hair bow also serves as a necessity to conceal her identity and species. Thus, she is someone who hides and runs away.

Yang's bright, extravagant design is meant to act as a shell for her vulnerability and insecurity. She wears extravagance on her sleeve so people don't have to look inside. It's a polar opposite method of concealment than that of Ruby's.

What's more, the outfits also consist of the characters' colours. Red, White, Black, Yellow. Each design also feels distinct from the others.

So, why would the characters stop wearing what they did and wear something else? What is the story's reason for that?

Why does Ruby suddenly dress like a tavern waitress with an obsession for belts? Why does Weiss suddenly dress all blue and forgo the asymmetric nature of her outfit? Why does Blake and Yang get butt capes? Why do Blake and Yang have nearly identical clothing styles for absolutely no reason? Why do they change outfits again for the Atlas arc?

People claim Yang's purple scarf-thing is significant, and sure, that would make sense had Blake and Yang, by that point, actually gotten their character and relationship development and resolved their issues for that to have meaning. Since they didn't, it's just there.

The best thing you could do as a VERY implausible reach is to tie Yang's shades as something that hides her anger and vulnerability further. And I don't think that's intentional, because Yang's characterization at that point has been flanderized to "Angry Cool Puns Girl" with none of the depth implied in the first three volumes.

It's like the show forgoes the narrative aspect of the design process.

This is how you get the abomination of Weiss' hairstyle in her later designs, or whatever was going on with Justice League crossover designs...

There's just so many decisions that don't have underlying reasons in the latter seasons, and it's fascinating that years latter I keep discovering new ones...

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Hey! Love your fics! Have just finished The Taste of Temptation 🥵 a small idea popped in my head where Daniel is away and his Kitty is spending time with other drivers on a yacht. The aussie sees the pics, his blood starts to boil but then he sees the pics where she's putting on his DR3 or Enchante merch on

Temptation Snapshot || DR3 {1}

A/N: there will be a splattering of little snapshots of moments between Danny and his kitten from The Taste of Temptation universe.

F1 Masterlist Story: One || Two || Three || Four || Five Snapshots One || Two || Three || Four || Five

“Are you sure you know how to drive this thing?”

Lando looked offended at the question and purposefully hit the waves in the wake of Charles' boat, launching the JetSki into the air. Your arms tightened around his waist as you lifted from the seat and your heart rose in your throat at the height of the jump. It was instant karma that he winced at the deafening scream of terror you made but it wasn’t enough to drown out the men laughing at your expense on the yacht.

“Where are you going?” Lando asked with a laugh as you abandoned him and jumped into the sea.

“To change my underwear, you dingbat,” you joked as you swam towards the Monza, making Lando nearly tip over as he tried to turn around while doubled over laughing.

When you reached the Monza, Charles offered his hand to help you up since Pierre was too busy cackling to himself. “Did that use up one of your nine lives, kitten?”

Charles arched an eyebrow in disbelief as he looked at his friend who had been taking pictures all day just to annoy Daniel. “Mate, do you have a death wish?”

“He must have, especially if he posted any of those photos.” You reached into your bag and grabbed the powder-blue oversized Enchantée sweatshirt you had stolen from Daniel. Pulling it over your body was the closest you could get to one of his hugs when he was busy with work and when you took a seat there was enough room to tuck your knees up inside it too.

“They are very good pictures,” he defended himself as he took another couple of Lando pulling up alongside the boat, Charles at the helm and you watching the sun reflect on the shimmering surface. “I could be a photographer, I am an artist.”

You looked at Charles and rolled your eyes. “He took one decent photo of Kika, who is the most photogenic person on the planet, and now he thinks he’s Kym Illman.”

“I’ve taken more, but she would kill me if I showed them off,” Pierre admitted with a smirk.

“Oh my god, mate,” Charles groaned a laugh. “That is not smart. Think, if you get hacked, then what?”

You gave Charles a little clap at the point he made but Pierre just laughed it off without a care. “You worry too much.”

Red Bull Training Facility

Sweat drenched the singlet Daniel wore but he pushed himself to finish the last rep knowing a break was coming as soon as he was done. The routine physical fitness test was never fun but the fact it was taking him away from time with you left him in a sour mood. He was doing his best and results were better than ever because he knew the sooner he finished then the quicker he could head home to Monaco where you were waiting.

“Alright, good work. Take a breather, get a drink, and be back here in 10.”

Daniel was quick to grab his phone with his bottle of water and took a seat on the Swiss ball. His lips tugged up into a smile when he saw the messages from you, wishing him well and how much you missed him. He replied to them first, promising everything he would do to show you just how much he missed you too.

Seeing a tonne of notifications on Instagram, he opened the app next and his jaw clenched at what he found. All through his dashboard were images of you wearing next to nothing with the two-piece swimsuit he gave to you. He was surprised the sweat on his body didn’t turn to steam the way his blood boiled.

The whole day had been caught in a series of photos Pierre had posted. There was one of you standing at the bow of the Monza as she pulled out of the marina, you diving off the back and swimming to Lando who had followed on Max’s JetSki, you sitting behind the British driver with your arms around his waist. Every swipe to the next image left him feeling hollow and empty as he watched his kitten’s smile grow with each one.

Until it was gone.

Daniel cursed as he found a picture with terror clear on your face. Lando had launched the JetSki over a wave and you had held onto him for dear life. That was the last photo on the vessel and he sighed with relief when the next photo erased every chaotic thought he had had. You were snuggled into his sweatshirt and watching the sun like you did at home. Daniel would often find you in a similar state most mornings as you sat on the balcony overlooking the sea, a hot tea in hand and his clothes on your body.

Daddy Ric: Stealing more of my clothes, kitten?

Kitten: They look better on me.

Daddy Ric: They’d look even better on the bedroom floor.

Kitten: Then hurry up and come home.

“Break time is over, this isn’t summer camp.”

Daddy Ric: Soon, kitten. I’ll see you tonight.

Click here for another snapshot.

[starboishifting]

for my mulan ask game !!

🪞 ❝ WHEN WILL MY REFLECTION SHOW WHO I AM INSIDE ❞ ... when you look into the mirror who do you see? do you look how you imagined yourself to as a child? has your aesthetic changed? do you like who you see?

💖 ❝ LI SHANG ❞ ... mm, tell me about your s/o. share whatever fun fact you please. this is an open question for you to tell us all about your beloved <3

🐉 ❝ MUSHU ❞ ... who's your best friend? was it a clear match from the start, or like Mushu and Mulan, did it happen along the way?

imma be so real, i don't have a d/r in mind for this one; i kind of want to tell you about the life i'm living in this reality.

🪞 ❝ WHEN WILL MY REFLECTION SHOW WHO I AM INSIDE ❞ ... when you look into the mirror who do you see? do you look how you imagined yourself to as a child? has your aesthetic changed? do you like who you see?

if 12 year old me could see me now, i think they'd be utterly ecstatic. i'm not sure i look how i thought i would, but i am so freaking cool now. i have the greatest partner in the world, i live with some of the coolest people to have ever existed, i have access to cats all of the time, i live in a dingy apartment that smells like weed and is covered in political art and filled with good food and good coffee and so much love i don't really know how to handle it. i love my home and i love my family, and i'm grateful that i get to experience this kind of love.

💖 ❝ LI SHANG ❞ ... mm, tell me about your s/o. share whatever fun fact you please. this is an open question for you to tell us all about your beloved <3

oh, the things i could say about my partner~ my love, my baby, my monster, my kitty, my cosmo, my everything. i'm not feeling very well, so today we were lying in bed and kind of just... staring at each other. and i said, "i wish i could screenshot my mind; i'd have 7,000 pictures of your eyes." and it said, "then i just won't move." i'm sorry, but that is, hands down, the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me in my life. i had a breakdown because my disabilities and illness were kicking my ass today, and we just talked. for like, an hour. we talked. about the things that scare me and how i feel like i don't deserve it or the home that it's building with me and its other partners, and it reassured me every moment that i do deserve the soft and sweet and lovely things, that i am not what i was told i am, that i am gentle and beautiful and inherently worth something. it's an odd feeling, to feel safe and cared for and loved. to trust someone with everything about myself. i'm so very lucky to have it, and i can't imagine a place i'd be happier.

🐉 ❝ MUSHU ❞ ... who's your best friend? was it a clear match from the start, or like Mushu and Mulan, did it happen along the way?

@sebsreflection is my best friend, i fear /pos. it's been rocky, but by fuck do i love this odd little gay boi.

thank you for the ask, i so loved answering it <3

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What benefit is hidden in your aura? + Affirmations

Choose a pile by which picture you resonate with the most.

If your mind is too busy to clearly decide, take a few deep breaths, and use the finger of your non-dominant hand to hover over the images. One will give off the most subtle yet prominent signals, like tingles, a magnetic pull, or temperature. This is your pile. Multiples are also possible.

You are the ultimate authority over your life. I merely provide my perspective. Sometimes the Universe lines you up with something that doesn't resonate with your truth, so you have contrast to find out what does. Never give away your power.

Pile 1

Justice, Knight of Pentacles rx

Your aura reflects your miniscule attunement to injustices. People in your vicinity are taking their sweet time to hold up their end of a bargain they had no problem agreeing to as along as it was your turn to show up. But now that the foundations are being shaken up by influences outside of your control, suddenly it's everyone for themselves. Let your frustration and impatience truthfully shine through. There is no shame in knowing what you deserve, and reacting accordingly when being left in the rain. Those who truly care will feel the discomfort in just the right places to motivate them to be better. And those who shame you for standing up for yourself are just as pathetic as it feels when they do it. You can't save everyone, especially not while being bled dry.

Spend your time waiting for them to process all this on things that bring you joy and nourishment. Joy is easy, joy is pulling you towards things you could do for hours, that make you forget to eat, sleep, drink (but please do eat, sleep, drink). If your mood is too dark to access joy, aim for comfort and relief. If there is anger taking up space, seek catharsis by writing insults in your journal, or throwing hands with your mattress. If you need a good cry, watch that movie you know will break you. Trust your inner compass to guide you to where your next quest is hidden.

Your affirmation is:

I slow down and listen to the guidance that's available to me.

Pile 2

2 of Cups rx, 7 of Wands

Your aura is dulled by your aversion to conflict, even and especially within yourself. As soon as you feel two opposing forces, you shut down and fall into a pit of despair. I know this can sound so hurtful and dismissive, but please see the reality of hope when I say your emotions do not reflect the totality of what is true. I don't want you to stop feeling these things, I want you to stop acting like they are the only things that are true. Those vulnerable aspects of you never asked to carry the weight of being a solo performer. They need their supporting actors - all your other parts, that yes, seem antagonistic at first glance. But avoiding communication, be it inside or outside of yourself, won't lead to anything that will feel as good as you deserve.

You are scared of the fire within you. You are scared once you let it burn, everything you love and need will turn to ashes forever. You have no faith in the transformational power of emotional alchemy. This keeps you stuck in loneliness, because conflict is just a part of human connection that you need to befriend if you ever want to feel truly close to someone - yourself included.

The ashes give rise to the phoenix. The strike of a meteor brings new resources to a formerly closed off sphere and changes the whole game. You are cutting yourself off of a immensely valuable resource. I am not asking you to go on a killing spree - I am asking you to bravely admit to your humanness. With yourself, and in front of others.

Your affirmation is:

When I cultivate a spiritual connection I can trust the Universe no matter what.

Pile 3

The Lovers, Death rx

I see an open invitation being ignored in your aura. Someone is trustworthy and flexible, but you stick to rigid beliefs around the situation and assume the worst. They have hit you where it truly hurts, and you are so ashamed of having tender sports, you rather tell yourself being stuck with a villian instead of facing the truth: You are dealing with pain inside of your soul after this interaction. As long as you deny this, you can't receive the blessing of being truly seen and cared for. You ignore your hopeful and optimistic parts out of fear they will set you up for failure if you take them into account.

You are taking normal human imperfections as indicators for fundamental untrostworthyness. You do this to them and yourself alike. You refuse to see how the current situation is different from the past experiences that were actually hopeless. There is a happy end waiting for you. A realistic one, not a perfect one.

I understand this is concerning trauma you had no other means to deal with in the past but denying it and acting like an unscathed person. Habits born out of survival are tough to shake. But this one begs you to loosen your grip just this once. You won't suddenly turn into a helpless punching bag without any of your skills just because you dare let someone see your wound. And this person isn't just anyone. You having gotten scared, and hiding out of reflex, can totally be a topic of gentle discussion once the time is right to talk again. I'm sure they will understand.

Your affirmation is:

When I live and act from a place of spiritual alignment, I can trust that everything is working out for me, even if I don't know when or how it will happen.

Pile 4

3 of Cups rx, 3 of Wands

You had to experience your own limits, and your aura reflects your disappointment in yourself. You are being way too harsh. What you deem lost is merely dormant for now. Zoom out of the current moment and realize that you are way more than your worst days. Training this kind of perspective willl form beneficial associations everytime you dare to try it. Don't expect ecstacy as a result, more a timid sibling of hope saying you might not be utter trash after all. This is more than enough for now. Build on it step by step.

Really, cut yourself some slack. Have grace. Have compassion. You were completely overwhelmed by the circumstances, and now see yourself falling back on habits you thought you had gotten rid of once and for all. You think you have let people down irreversibly, but this is just not the case. If you can, communicate you having a hard time right now, that you can see the non-optimal influence you had on the situation, and then take the time of isolation you so desperately crave.

There will come brighter, more joyful days. The kinder you are to yourself right now, the quicker you will feel up for it again. Relief and comfort are your number one priority right now. This too shall pass. You will return to your healthier set of skills once you yourself are healthier. You got there once, you will get there again.

Your affirmation is:

Feeling good will bring me far more than whatever I thought I needed.

[simp-ly-writes]

Lasting Pictures: When We Are Together (pt.8)

Pairing: Poly!Task Force 141 x Reader

Summary: John and 141 discover more about your whereabouts alongside the secrets you have been hiding from them. The lies, the cold shoulders and sleepless nights come swinging back in your face with vengeance yet never have such sweet words been shared in spite of it all. Your future awaits on the horizon, now it is up to you to decide who you are sharing in it.

Warnings: 6180 words, slowburn, swearing, mentions of blood, injury and torture.

A/N: I can't believe its already been 85 pages of this story, thank you all for the support! I hope you enjoy the sweet ending of this chapter!

Masterlist | Taglist | edited.

Lasting Pictures Series Masterlist

Back in London at Base

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN- KATE” Price shouts in the office space. An assistant shakes from behind the door with the force these words are projected with, doing their best to not eavesdrop from the hallway was a hard task as the rest of the task force… calmly waited in the hall while glaring daggers their way- not being allowed entry. 

Back inside the room, Laswell shakes her head as it drops into her hands, her elbows resting against the table as her usual bun falls out- her hair acting as a shield. “I don’t give a shit about what any General has to say- that is my squad member, my responsibility so do tell me why the FUCK they are in a differnet country operating outside of our military?” Price shouts out once more before taking a step back from leaning over the station chiefs desk, now walking in circles just in front of it and tossing a hand through his hair. 

Taking a deep breath, Laswell tries her best to formulate an answer without giving away too many details yet the Captain notices this change in her personality. “No- you do not get to hide answers away from me Kate. I have gone off the books, committed atrocities in the name of good- I deserve to know why at least. Or what about this- Kate,” The Captain stills, looking up at the ceiling for another ounce of patience as both of theirs were wearing thin. The boys in the hallway could be heard from through the door, piling question after question on the poor assistant.

Price turns his head towards Kate, casting his chin down- his eyes pointed, “Why was I NOT acknowledged when Dice was Injured on that last mission, why was I not noted on that interrogation- Christ, Laswell-”

“No John. You do not get to make these demands of me in MY office, on my base- I am not a secretary, I am not a doctor, and I am not going to tell you the answers when you integrate me, Captain. You could have had those last two answers if you got your jealousy issues over with and asked the damn lieutenant,” Laswell retorts while closing her laptop, she was taking herself off the clock early for today. Grabbing her coat, John blocks the door with his arms crossed as Laswell reflects the same- eyebrows furrowed. 

“Maybe me and the boys would not be having such jealousy issues if the guys were not here on base to begin with- they had no reason to be originally- and they definitely have no reason to be off with MY squad member,” John restates his points with a more leveled tone, his mouth twitches up into a smirk as he watches Laswell internally battle herself- knowing that the guys just outside would make worse demands than he. 

Laswell sighs out, throwing her coat on a nearby chain before motioning John back over to her desk where she turns her laptop around and shows the thread of emails shared between herself, Shepard and Graves. The shadow company CEO demanded for Dice to be stationed with their team, a token that their contract would be upholded. As the missions dragged on, Graves became more restless-  John shakes his head at this new information, refusing to read anymore.  

“This is why I didn’t show you John. I know you are not a fan of these side-deals but-”

“BUT what Kate, but what. With their background, it is absolutely disgusting that you would make them do this-”

“Well they did agree to it?” Laswell states but comes out more like a question. 

“Did they know? Well maybe with someone of their past, they couldn’t imagine saying no- working themselves to the bone. Fuck, we barley saw them and when we did,” John takes a moment closing his eyes as his voice comes out softer, “I looked past my jealously Kate, I saw that they were healing those memories with em’ but I will not look past them being used. I know where they're coming from, when the higher-ups keep shouting in your ear, demanding more of you until you become a husk. I couldn’t look at them Kate, I-I couldn’t look and see that version of myself reflected again. The rest of us we-” Price stops mid sentence as the door is thrusted open and shut, the assistant now fleeing the scene. 

“We were feeling a load of shit- Laswell. You try and watch someone you care for gradually slip away, burying themselves in work because they ‘apparently’ didn't do enough- and when you do try and see them again, they look past you and to someone else- looking happier than ever,” Johnny states while leaning against a wall, looking out the window and onto the training grounds all those months ago. “Sure it is jealousy, yes we did give the cold shoulder but there is no worse feeling than being replaced and everyone was feeling that in one way or another,” Soap finishes as Ghost only nods in reply. 

Gaz speaks up next, “If we are sharing then, I know Graves is trying to recruit them, Kate. We all knew it- saw it, and it became all the more disheartening when those shadows appeared in our own personal space and then next week- BAM! They are off without a word- I fucking wonder we were having sloppy work recently, there is only so much we can get done while functioning in the dark.” By the end Kyle is out of breath, taking a bottled water from the minifridge and sitting in one of the armchairs across from Lasswell's desk. 

Ghost shakes his head before commenting, “So they worked their ass off, fearing they would be replaced in some way or better yet when another devil comes whispering in your ear, complimenting your good work, showing you friends and pleasures of the craft yet we were stuck doing time-consuming work for no use? What fucking plan is that- no actually, a useless plan that is.”

‘Well then boys, it is a good thing I am sending you off to join them tomorrow if you are done? I apologise, that's the best I can give you now with what I have been working with. I can’t do much if I got fired from Shepard- John. And the best strings I could play was ensuring that they would at least be working with people they knew in the area- I’m sorry for what this has caused. I,"Kate takes a moment, a shaky breath exiting herself, “-I see what they were starting to mean to you all and I am sorry that I was the one who had to take that away from you. But it is up to Dice in the end if they end up signing that contract- we all can only hope they do not.” 

“Like fuck they won’t,” Johnny states, a smile gracing its way across his face as he pulls Gaz up and hugs the man, throwing in a hand for Ghost to join them who only rolls his eyes in reply. John shakes his head, the energy in the room having a noticeable difference as he checks his watch. The next day was not far off in the early morning hours they were in now, deployment was soon and soon was when they would make it their personal mission to have you stay with their team. The past meeting the present, and the present overtaking the past as it should- in theory. 

--

↳ One Week Until Mission “Spill”

When the boys touch down on the tarmac, they initially do not see you leaned up against the back of Alex’s truck as you and Farah share drinks out of a water bottle. “Gorgeous!” Johnny calls out once spotting you as he shoves himself in front of a very confused Alez who pats him on the shoulder. “Hey man, it's been a long time since we last saw each other- how have things been?”

“Been better but we have work to do,” Soap replies while wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he practically drags you to sit beside him in the back of the truck. Farah waves you goodbye as she goes to talk to Price who sends you a solid nod in recognition of your presence. You look at the side of Soaps mohawk with confusion, Why are you back to being so touchy all the sudden? 

As if knowing your very thoughts he gives you a wink before squeezing your shoulder and strapping you into your seat with a grin. Horangi slides in on your otherside as Alex turns the engine on, Köing rushes to shotgun, mumbling about more legroom as you kick his seat and blame it on Horangi who curses out loudly before lightly punching you on the thigh. You wince, gripping your pant leg as you invite Soap in on the backseat chaos. 

“Oh my god! Is that blood!” he yells out with exaggerated gasps as Horangi tries to choke back laughter and Alex politely asks for everyone to, “shut the fuck up.” While readjusting the rear view mirror, double checking that you were not in fact hurt. 

--

Once back at the house, the squads are gearing themselves up as you double check your notebooks on all the information you have collected thus fall, helping Farah and Price to outline the ever-growing team you all had established here. 

“And drinks are on me afterwards!” Matthew announces as the crowd cheers, a few members of Farah's group had appeared half-way through the debrief that you had never met before. You giggled to yourself as quite a few eyed up Horangi and Köing, pulling on their sleeves to get their attention, you pointed like gossip girls to the people who were looking for company. 

 Köing turns a bright red, “Maus-I don’t know…” “Oh come on! Doesn't have to add to anything- you don’t even have to fuck, get your head out of the gutter Horangi- I know that look better than anyone,” you tease out but your eyes hold utmost seriousness. You kept thinking about your talks with them earlier in the week and the aftermath of these next few missions, everything was hanging in the air with this departure's success and yet you couldn’t help but want for everyone here in this room to have something for when they arrived back- in whatever state they would be in. 

Seeing your eyes fog over with the depth of your thoughts, Simon brushes his shoulder against your own, nodding along to Farash speech as you snap out of your trance, glancing up to him with a thankful smile as you point to various entrance points you discovered while scooping out the place through public architectural blueprints. 

With one last slam to the table and a battle cry being placed, Price requests to speak with you outside as you follow suit, Gaz in tow. He keeps his back to you while walking, ensuring that you all are a good ways away from the house before he starts to speak. “Before we go out on this mission, Dice. There are a few things I need to come clean about, and a few answers I would like from you in return.”

You process his words, eyes darting anywhere but his own as your palms sweat, You were not reading to make your decision whether to stay with the military or go after Spill- Please don’t ask about this, please don’t. You nod once as Gaz crosses his arms beside Price, “As your Captain I am disappointed you did not come to me for support when you needed it and I don’t just mean work, love. In that disappointment of mine, I directed it towards you rather than at myself, I misplaced my actions while addressing your old squad as did the rest of the boys. I cannot speak for their shite but what I will say is that, I’m sorry Dice. I was an arse,” Price says while casting his eyes down to his boots, he grips his vest, swinging on his feet and you cannot help but cast a smile at his actions. 

“It’s alright, Price. I-I get it, I was in a downright terrible position and I should have gone to the team but when the guys came around-I… I just got lost in the memories, you know? Those good feelings came back but with the more nights we spent talking to one another… the more it wore off and the more guilty I felt knowing that I left you all without a word…” you sigh out in relief that the dreaded question did not get asked yet Gaz takes that sigh as the start of tears as he races up, encasing you in a warm hug. You smile into his skin as he chuckles at the feeling. John decides to make this a group hug as you groan at the weight of gear being toppled on you before an anxious Alex is screaming from the backdoor like a worried mother, “We are on the road in six people, get your shit together- we have deadlines to meet tonight.”

--

Hopping out of the trucks once more, you find Price standing on a stump as he counts heads and ultimately addresses the crowd. Soon lines are being formed throughout the treeline and comms are declared silent, you could see your first objective as part of the abandoned factory. 

Distant echoes of metal grinding in on itself as trees swayed and groaned in the wind provided an eerie atmosphere to the rising tensions in your shoulders. Standing against the wall, with your NODs on, you nodded towards Gaz as he clipped the lock and you entered the room, to what would be a series of offices. Casting yourself against the further wall to your side and making your way to the centre to meet up with Soap he signals for you to unlock the next door. The first and second room were found empty. 

Yet as you move deepering into the facility, through the various offices that have used coffee mugs and papers scattered across their tops, the sound of running feet can be heard echoing down the hall on the outside platform, connecting the offices to the greater factory and mining pit beneath. Turning your head to see Ghost already holding up his hand, you all pause and hear as the steps get closer. 

Raising your gun to your face as Gaz does the same. You hold steady as the door handle jiggles, Johnny takes cover behind a tipped over desk, resting his gun against its side as he tries to squint through the blinds from a distance, unable to identify the possible target. A few shouts in another language can be heard as they fumble for their keys and drop a flashlight, it rolls across the metal platform as they swear out into the night air and another voice soon joins their worries. 

Ghost stares at the door, gun raised in wait as he eyes you all to hold position. The door soon flies open, you all still hidden in the darkness of the room- observing their actions as they shut the door behind themselves and lean against it- panting out. 

Ghost steps towards the window light, motioning them to lay flat against the ground with his gun as he orders with a strict tone, “Hands and Knees on the fucking ground. On the fucking ground now.”

Gaz dashes over to secure them both, moving them against the back wall where Soap and you wait. Equipping the flashlight on your gun you focus in on their faces and kneel to view their badges as Ghost stands behind you, reading to move in if they pull any fast actions on you. They were cousins to the working family who ran this frontal tree-logging factory where in actuality this is where they produced their newest explosive weaponry. 

Both scientists refuse to meet your gaze before you grab one of their chins, ensuring their eyes meet your own. They portray confidence, yet their shaking knees tell otherwise, “I need you to tell me who else works here.”

The scientist to the man you currently hold shakes their head violently, thrashing their hands in the restraints as Soap places a boot against their body, stopping their movements with a stubble bit of pressure. “Do not try to look at your friend. I will not ask you again, you tell me- or you meet our other friends in the woods- your choice,” you speak in a clear, even tone.

The man simply spits in your face as you drop your hold on their chin and instead force their body upright, their feet slipping against the floors in an effort to hold themselves up. “What a shame, your cousin here will get to go first- let your lack of information help their screams,” you pressure them further as their eyes go wide- believing in your hold to words. 

“They-they are 42 of us here, 10 in staff today- I do not know elsewise to their location. Please believe me- do not hurt her” the man shakes underneath your grip, their shirt slightly tearing as you press them into the wall- it creaks from the weight. 

“That's a start, where are they, where are the 10?”

“I-I will show you,” the scientist counter-offers as the lady nods her head in agreement, “yes, we will show.”

“No showing necessary, you will tell me now- I will be taking your badges.”

“Yes, of course! Of course,  t-they are meeting with accountant in west wing,” the man stumbles to answer. 

“Who is this accountant? Where are they from, who do they speak to?”

“I-I do not know, you will have to ask. They only come to see we do the work and leave afterwards. They are not from here, foreign looks. That all I know, please.”

“Good, thank you,” you offer the man a tight-lipped smile before dropping him to the floor. He groans out as you search his jacket for the mentioned ID and destroy the SIN card in his phone as Johnny examines the woman's handbag and empties it across a desk. 

Finding the other ID and her notebook, he stashes them in his vest before enabling comms for another team to keep watch of the two scientists in custody- they would be needed in court afterwards. 

--

After a few moments and adjusting your gear, you hold up your gun abruptly to the sounds of rushing boots. The knocks sounded at the door follow the prediscoled pattern as you sigh out in relief and open the door for the squad to enter, Simon presents the information gathered as they radio back to base while staring down at the two scientists who refuse to make eye-contact once more. 

The squad leader gives Simon a nod, signaling your exit as you all make your way towards the west wing. Greeting other squads that you find along the way as Gaz stays behind to help dress one of their wounds. 

The metal stairs that you deascened for moan in the wind and shift with the building as you enter down into the west wing. A set of double doors greets your faces as you each take a side, readying to enter the space with a sudden burst. All the lights are on inside the large meeting hall as various guns are pointed up at your face, shouting for your compliance. 

Setting your weapon down in your hands as Johnny and Simon do the same, it was squad 3-5 that stood in the room, already holding a tight control over those yet to be interrogated in one of the private meeting rooms or holding the exits. 

Laughing out as horror exits your system, you hear the all-familiar sounds of John's investigations as you enter the room as Johnny and Simon wait outside. Price does not face you, his knuckles bloodied yet the accountant's face looks a whole lot worse, or well at least what you assume to be the accountant in their… disturbed appearance. 

Letting out a low whistle, the Captain chuckles in response before leaning over. He presses his hands snuggly into their shoulders, forcing them to almost break the back of the wooden chair as he whispers into their ear, eyes flicking upwards to meet your own as he speaks, “Nice of you to join us Dice, maybe you have something to help move this investigation along. Any bargaining chips potentially?” 

The accountant stays silent, only glaring into your eyes as you blink twice back at them, “I know that you murdered thousands with the numbers you love to play with back at that office of yours, just outside the city right? Women, children, awaiting fathers, it's all the same to you- isn’t it? Your wife-” you chuckle to yourself, shaking your head as you saunter around the room, “we had a splendid time after the Charity Gala together. Her moans never sounded so sweet while being stripped of that silky red dress,” you humm afterwards as if thoughtfully remembering the scene. 

John keeps his eyes locked onto yours as the account begins to shift in their restraints more. He moves a gloved hand, forcing them to look back up at you as you walk closer to stand in front of their sat form, smiling down. 

“She told me of how you couldn't make her fulfilled in bed. How good my hands felt in her hair, trailing down her neck of diamonds and right to her stomach…” you tisk the accountant, brushing your hand against John's shoulder before continuing, “then she told me how you had to sell your own manliness to women who only were bought for your attention, sick bastard you are truly. So much so that she found herself in the sheets of not only me, your enemy who made her feel more than you did in 20 years- but the oligarch you work for as well. How wonderful is that- no?”

“You tell lies-”

“Why would I waste my words on a man like you if not only to tell the truth? You are pathetic really…” you trail off while Price smiles, he knows that you both are almost there to crack this man's facade. 

“You are pathetic, your little mind games serve as dull knives.”

“Then what will be said of you whatever would your boss think when he finds out you have been tilting the numbers yet again, but are stealing your fortune to pay off that mistress of yours- hm?” you retort with a large plaster across your face as John whistles out, giving their cheek a good pat before coming to stand by your side. 

“Decision is yours, I have a member of death's door waiting, like seeing the reaper himself if you want a pre-show to your fate or you could choose to put your dick back into your pants like a good ol’boy and wag your tail for your boss- we would love a chat,” Captain Price teases out, his voice filled with grovel from all the yelling he had done today.

A low nod of the head is all you need for evidence of his acceptance before John is signaling through the window for someone to handle the accountant. And by the time you both exit the room, the accountant in cuffs walking out with another squad member before you and all of his people who laugh at his appearance. You notice as Ghost refuses to make eye-contact with you, instead shifting his feet when you ask if he’s doing alright. When turning around to face Soap, he gives you a strained grin, his gun lower than usually positioned by his core as he tilts his head, signaling towards Price, signally for assurance.

A cough can be heard as you all turn to face Gaz who stands with his arms outstretched as you walk over to give him a hug, your gun dangling across your chest as you both shimmy around one anothers gear with a laugh. With your face plastered into his side, he gives a wink towards Simon and Johnny- a look of understanding for their current state as messages are shared throughout the facility- it was time for exfil after a mission well served. 

--

A shake of your shoulder as your eyes snapping awake, you did not mean to have a nap. Blinking your eyes clear, you notice as a corporal shakes you awake then points to the Captain. Price’s eyes scan your own in a restless search- but for what? Tilting your head towards the Captain to signify your confusion towards his actions he patches himself into your radio system while holding your gaze. 

“Do you know if your shadow friends will be joining us for the next objective?”

“Unclear sir, I have yet to hear from their intelligence crews” the title you state becomes knives to John’s ears, cutting their way down to his lungs as he takes a breath in trying to calm himself, already worked up from the earlier mission as you blink none-the-wiser to your word choice’s impact. 

“John or Price, your choice Dice…” John replies with a more flat tone than usual that has your head topping to the side. “Sorry Price, still wearing off the adrenaline from the mission, brains a bit scrambled as of current,” you state with a sloppy smile as he casts a tired one of his own, closing his eyes with a humm, extending his boot to touch your own as you lock your ankles around it. 

Soon Ghosts voice comes through your headset as you look around to find where he was seated, five seats down, the masked figure stared down the aisle to look at you and his Captain while moving his mic down to his mouth, “Had to hold Johnny back from that Horangi guy a few days ago, same can be said about Gaz and Köing. Mop-masked was holding Kyle in a death stare in the meeting room.”

Johnny pipes up to conversation beside Simon as he notices what is being discussed from the reactions everyone is displaying from throughout the aisle, pulling down his radio system. Simon grips his thigh, as if warning him of doing something that has your eyes narrowing in mixed confusion, concern and irritation- what were they keeping from you?

“Al’right, that Horangi fucker. What is his deal, gorgeous? Really had to share some harsh words with him after what he said about you. Can’t fucking believe that you would say he’s your best with the alligations he presented,” Soap rants while rolling his shoulders, as if preparing himself for a fight. 

“Is that why you were being so touchy in the car ride? You only had to ask, quite like your hands,” you ask with a teasing tone, blood still pumping through your body as you watch as Johnny's cheeks flush, the adrenaline from the mission has him on edge as your little stab has him falling back in embarrassment before he rounds his own fireback. 

“Love hearing my name on your lips, may have to come over there so you never forget it,” he teases right back with a large wink as Simon whispers for you all to “tone it down,” as he looks at the various eyes looking between our squad- trying to understand the conversation happening between you all. 

“If I remember, there were some other names you wished me to call you as well but first, do tell me about these allegations,” you press forward. Gaz now joins, offering his side from an unknown place in the plane. “Simon patched me into what's happening. Köing rubbed me the wrong way with his looks, as if he knew something I didn’t.”

Johnny presses the topic further, adding, “Said that I would never know what you really needed from a ‘team’. I don’t regret my actions, Y/N, I will tell you that now. But when they say those kinds of things, and you leave for those weeks when they arrive- leads me to conclusions I don’t wish to face. We acted nice in front of you, Dice. But I need you to tell me before we land, are you a part of our squad or not?”

“Always,” you answer before your brain can keep up, “I talked in parts of this with Simon one day but… you guys are it for me I think. I cannot say for sure after this mission but… I got what I needed off my plate these past few weeks with the past and now I can promise that you have only my attention,” you state with a raised chest in pride. 

“I better have all of your attention,” Johnny comments back, “Alright you,” Simon voices over, taking off Soaps headset and placing it out of reach as you howl with laughter down the line, waking Price up from his temporary drift off, flashing you a smile as you wince out an apology. 

Shaking your head down in your laugh to calm down, you pick your microphone back down to continue speaking, “Look, I apologise to you all for my shitty behaviour, their equally shitty behaviour- really all around shitness that has happened. You all have become my truest friends since meeting Gabby in elementary and friends is a term I do not use sparingly- I must hold my thanks. I will do better to come to you all when I am struggling,” you promise watching as Soap manages to sneak back his headset while Simon sends you a warm stare that has you flashing him a smile, enjoying how beet red he gets underneath his gear. 

“Just, Friends- hm?” Soap questions with a small frown flashing across his features. 

You smile and nod back vigorously, not knowing how to place your thanks into words in a better way than actions. Failing to notice the tone in which the word was replied back in as he leans back against the divider and out of sight with a contemplative humm. 

Simon chuckles at your answer, the deep sound causing your heart to race and our lungs to flutter. How you wished to hear the sound again as you watched his chest rise and fall with the actions while underneath that tight black vest. As Gaz and Price remain silent to the conversation. 

A few moments go by as you all allow the words to sink in. “Do you have a thing for masks, Dice?” Johnny questions in a serious tone while leaning into Simon's side, doing as he does best- lightening the mood. 

You choke on your own spit at the accusation being presented as you stutter for an answer, brain firing on multiple fronts from the whiplash of a conversation. 

“I-I’m sorry, could you repeat the question? I think the lack of air is getting to my head.”

Johnny merely smiles before restating the question as calmly as before, as if asking for your favorite colour or season. “Do you have a thing for people in masks? Notice you know many people that wear em’”

“I uh…” your voice trails off as you contemplate your answer, eyes slowly drifting towards Ghost who stares down your form intently waiting to hear your answer. Yet as the seconds tick by, the lack of answer eventually forms one in itself as you hear Gaz chuckle down the radio before turning himself silent and the Captain coughs a few times, turning red underneath his own mustache as he refuses to meet your stare. 

“Do you?” you question back, partially curious and the other seeking a slight revenge from playing your in this blushed-filled and nervous state. 

“Oh, definitely” he replies quickly before you all burst into laughter and the landing sign is singled moments after, it was home time. 

--

Once back on base, a few days of paperwork are filled out as the days and hours clock down to your next departure. You do your best not to think about it as you ask Gabby for clothing recommendations in your room, she asks you to spin with a wave of her finger as you do so with a groan of frustration. You had been stuck in this endless cycle for nearly two hours now and you had told Gaz you would be meeting him in the lobby in three hours. 

You had gone through your whole closet before you outwords protest, unable to keep to just your facial reactions as Gabby hides behind a pair of shoes she found at the back of your closet between the dozen pairs of work-boots. “It’s not even a date, Gabs. We are just making up for lost time with some coffee, nothin’ more nothing less-”

“And I know where my dad went-okay?! If this is not a date, I do not know what else is sweetheart. Treat yourself~” she sings out before throwing another pair of pants for you to try on. She claps her hands together, fixing the buttons on your shirt as she frizzles your hair. “Have fun, you look like a million dollar baby!” Kicking your butt on the way out she quickly turns around to place the mess she created of your room as you lock the apartment door behind yourself and Gaz pulls you into a hug once meeting downstairs. 

He opens the door for you, helping you out of the car as well and orders you both two teas with an assortment of small snacks for lunch. Conversation flows between small hand touches and the linking of shoes from below the table. You rest a hand against his thigh, watching as he chokes down his glass of water as you cast the man a wink. 

The check slamming against the table has you both stumbling out as dinner time nears, “How about I treat us to dinner?” you say while looking up nearby restaurants on your phone. “Sounds good, love,” Kyle states while wrapping an arm around your waist with a cheeky smile as an elderly couple look towards you both with disgust. 

Gaz watches as your smile falls slightly and you back away. He still walks near you, arms brushing against one another in hopes that you would feel more comfortable again, casting him a thankful smile as you both walk down another block to the small Turkish restaurant. 

You both sit beside one another, sharing food off each others plats as you ignore the endless stream of messages that Gabby sends you, excusing yourself to the washroom- you open your text messages and cough out in shock, “I’m sorry for spamming, you two are probably fucking right now- next time I want in, have fun! Tell me how he is~” Blushing bright red, your fingers rush across the keyboard, scolding your best friend before splashing water across your face. 

Once returning back to the table, Kyle holds his arm up, allowing you to become wrapped underneath its calming pressure, “you doing okay?” he asked you in a hushed tone, lips right against your ear as your blush extends to your ears now. “Just peachy.”

--

When you leave the restaurant and pick the car back up, you invite Kyle back to your place, “It is closer to here and it would be best to not wake the rest of the lads up,” you comment. “If you want me more to yourself- you can just tell me sweetheart,” he teases while running circles into your knee as he makes a turn into your block. 

Leaning over to press a kiss against his cheek, your voice becomes more hushed as you unlock your apartment door and rush up to Spoons. Who looks as happy and healthy as ever, note to self, the elderly neighbour gets a gift. Kyle leans down, giving your pet a quick past before yawning and stretching out of their boots. 

He trails down the hallway behind you, hands on your waist as you open your bedroom door, throwing yourself on the bed with an overtired giggle. He follows suit as you roll over, giving him enough space, noticing this he pulls you underneath the covers and against him. “Thank you, Kyle Garrick,” you whisper out, hoping him to be asleep already. 

“What for?” he asks out in an equally delicate tone, feeling as your heart races against his chest. “For staying with me, for understanding…” you start to cry, unable to find the right words as he kisses the top of your head, brushing some hair from your forehead. “Hey, hey, hey, sweetheart. I am always here, alright? Never question that.” 

He feels as you nod once more and chuckles when Spoons snuggles themselves in the empty space at the foot of the bed, emitting a few purrs as you all drift off into the world beyond.

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[sprunkimortality]

Uhh Black, was it really a good idea to leave a kid home alone-

Black: "See, I...realized that a little later than I should."

[Black was hurrying back to Saves' home, carrying the old Sprunki in question in his arms. Saves remained still in his hold, smiling innocently as he rested his cheek on Black's chest.]

Saves: "Oh, Black, what are we hurrying for?"

Black: "Sprinkles. She's by herself."

Saves: "O-Oh, goodness me."

.

.

.

[When Black arrived back home, the first thing he saw was Sprinkles lying on her belly, humming a tune as she scribbled on a piece of paper. There were more pieces of paper lying about, each with her mark of art on them.]

Black: "Sprinkles, I am SO sorry."

Sprinkles: "For what?"

[Sprinkles looks up. Upon seeing Saves, she beams up, scrambling to what would be her feet, if she had any.]

Sprinkles: "Grandpapa Saves! You're back!"

Saves: "Back?...did I leave?"

Black: "Well, yes, you wandered off, actually."

[Black gently sets Saves on the floor, helping him stand. Sprinkles rushes to the lavender Sprunki, embracing him firmly, wrapping her arms around his sweater-covered body.]

Saves: "Oh, Sparkle! Love to see you too, my dear."

Sprinkles: "Grandpapa, I made us some pictures while you were away! I was gonna use them to cheer you up, but it looks like you already did!"

Black: "Yes, a friend helped."

Sprinkles: "Who?"

Black: "..."

Saves: "I believe it was...Samuel? Or was that his name..."

Sprinkles: "Who's Samuel?"

[Black clears his throat, a hesitant look on his face.]

Black: "S-Simon."

Sprinkles: "Oh- Oooh! Heehee!"

Saves: "Simon! Yes, I remember now. Anyhow...may I see your drawings?"

[Sprinkles nodded eagerly as she gathered the pieces of paper, showing them one by one.]

(credits to @soarinsworld for the drawings!)

Sprinkles: "See? This was when you took us to eat outside as a treat! And this was when we made flower crowns! And this is when you gave me my necklace, Grandpapa! Do you remember? Any of them?"

[Saves stared quietly at the drawings. While they were cute and heartwarming, he struggled to recall the events they were based on. He can't quite remember what happened, only that they did, and that they were events that felt good.

His smile faltered a little as he continued to dig through his mind, though all he was met with was the fog that never seemed to go away. Perhaps, he felt, he should stop trying. The air was too quiet.]

Saves: "I...can't say, my dear. But these are nice. Perhaps...we could hang these on the walls."

[Sprinkles seemed a little disappointed that Saves had forgotten, again, but nevertheless happy that he enjoyed her artwork.]

Sprinkles: "Thank you!"

[She turned towards Black.]

Sprinkles: "Grandpa Black?"

Black: "Hm?"

Sprinkles: "Is the grown-up problem solved now?"

Black: "..."

[Black turned towards Saves, who had started wandering off into the kitchen, perhaps to make some tea again.]

Black: "...I don't know, Sprinkles. I really don't."

[Sprinkles frowns.]

Black: "...but...you know, I do agree with him when he said that those doodles are nice."

[Sprinkles smiles a little again.]

Sprinkles: "Will Grandpapa be okay?"

Black: "Ah, the old geezer has his ways of standing strong."

Sprinkles: "You're an old geezer too, Grandpa Black!"

Black: "I don't count, kid. I have the face of a youthful supermodel."

Sprinkles: "Heeheehee!"

Black: "C'mon, let's get those drawings up on the walls. And not with tape this time, okay?"

Sprinkles: "O-kay~!"

[As the two trudged away, Saves was, momentarily, left to his own thoughts again. He grabbed a cup and a teabag from the shelves; it was like muscle memory at this point when he began to prepare the tea.

He stared into the cup as he filled it with hot water, the teabag sitting comfortably inside. The reflection in the water stared back.]

Saves: "...my name..."

[Saves breathed in, before letting out a heavy exhale.]

Saves: "...my name...is Saves. Whew..."

[A faint smile quirked his lips.]

Saves: "Almost forgot there, haha."

[The tea was delightful.]

[the-wales-5]

"You were by my side"

9th November 2024.

“Enough” Catherine giggled as she finally ‘escaped’ from her husband's arms “We must get ready now or we'll be late, Mr. Wales”.

William grinned as he watched her wearing her shirt in a rush, saying “I wouldn't mind”.

As she closed the bathroom door and looked at her reflection in the mirror, the princess blushed like a teenage girl. Since her husband's return from South Africa where he attended Earthshot Prize Awards Ceremony, they were lost in their own world, thankful that their children were at school most of the time.

As she checked her phone, she saw a text message from her stylist sent 30 minutes earlier “Where are you, Catherine? It's time to choose your dress”.

She sighed and called her husband “I am already late” she said, showing him a text message but William chuckled “I am sure that Natalie will understand everything”. Catherine rolled her eyes and brushed her hair a little before going to the dressing room.

~

“I am sorry, Natalie. I didn't see your message earlier” She said and felt embarrassed but Natalie nodded as she said “It's alright. We still have some time left”

“Yes.. So I obviously need a black outfit” Catherine took a sip of water and smiled before looking through her clothes “What about a coat dress? I haven't worn one in so long, right?”

“Yes, that's true” Natalie nodded “You always look beautiful in them”

“William says the same thing. It is a shame that he did not listen to my advices when it came to his Earthshot ceremony outfit though”

Natalie chuckled a little “Did you scold him?”

“I.. I wanted to, a couple of times actually but.. but he stopped me” Catherine tried not to blush as she remembered.

~~

7th November 2024. The prince of Wales was on his way home, smiling at the thought of seeing his wife and children again.

As soon as he entered the house, he expected Catherine to run towards him and her kiss but none of that happened. Instead, she stood in front of him with her phone and a picture of his Earthshot Prize ceremony outfit on the screen. “What was that?” she asked and rolled her eyes a little “I thought you already had even a small sense of fashion style in yourself, but it seems..”

“That is how you greet your husband after he was away on another continent for three days, Mrs. Wales?” William teased her as he put his luggage on the floor.

“This is what you deserve for..” she tried to say but William approached her, took her phone away from her and lifted her up in his arms. Catherine rolled her eyes playfully and asked “Don’t you have a gift for me? I’ve seen pictures and you were looking through some earrings, weren’t you?”

“I’ve got a gift for you but it is hidden inside the luggage, so maybe let us start with a kiss first?” he smirked

“First, you need to take shower” Catherine said “And one kiss won’t solve anything”

“Who told you it’ll be just one kiss?” William raised his eyebrows and pressed his lips on hers as he walked towards the bathroom.

~~

9th November 2024.

“Shall I try on these coats finally?” The princess of Wales cleared her throat. Her final choice was one of those designed by Catherine Walker.

“What about your hair?” Natalie asked

“Natural” Kate smiled a little “But pulled to one of the sides perhaps. As for makeup..” she seemed lost in thoughts for a moment

“Yes? What's your idea?”

“I thought about something similar to my 2011-2012 style, but I am not certain that it's a good choice”

“A perfect one I'd say” Natalie smiled “Do I need to help you? I think you're best at it”

“I’ll do that myself but you can stay here, that way we'll have more time for a conversation”.

They continued to talk for at least twenty minutes, and soon William waited for his wife in the corner of the dressing room.

Kate discreetly chuckled when she finally noticed him, thanked Natalie for help, and then approached her husband.

“You were supposed to wait outside, not listen to my conversations, Mr. Wales”

“I wasn't listening. You finished it a minute ago and then I came here”

“But until you entered the room you were listening indeed, right?” She teased him

“Maybe a little bit. Your last words were something about George's school, yes?”

“Yes, but earlier there was also something that Nat reminded me of”

“What is it?’ William asked and looked at his wife's black dress

“I still had no time to scold you for that Earthshot outfit” she replied

“Why do I need to be scolded?” He asked and approached her “I thought it was decent and, in case you had to say anything else, my gift erased the problem”

“Seaweed earrings were perfect, but not enough to make me forget about that outfit”

William sighed, pretended to feel annoyed “You are rude sometimes, you know?”

Catherine chuckled and was then fixing her hair yet. After a few seconds of looking at her husband, she said “Now that I think about it, it’s actually good”

“What do you mean? It's good that I refused to listen to my wife?”

The princess nodded as their eyes met “This time, yes. At least you felt comfortable in that style and most importantly, the other women at the ceremony were not obsessed with you”

“Yes, though it seemed to me they were making fun of my trainers” William chuckled

“There's a rule from now, Mr. Wales” his wife teased again “You can wear whatever you want for those ‘glamorous’ outings without me, even the most casual clothes. However, when I join you, for example at the 2025 Earthshot Awards ceremony, you need to be the best version of yourself” she smirked and blinked flirtatiously before heading towards the car. She looked back and saw that her husband was observing her from a distance.

“Are you going or not, Mr. Wales?” she asked, smiling innocently.

~~

On the way to the Royal Albert Hall, they were not talking at all but it was not an uncomfortable silence. As they were standing at the entrance, William's hand was on his wife's back almost all the time. At one point, the princess’ emotions were visible as she was holding back her tears. After it ended and she and William left the building, Catherine whispered “I thought I will never be able to be here again but it's happening and I.. I guess I just feel overwhelmed now” she murmured. William kissed her on the hair and told the driver to take them home.

~

As Catherine settled in her pyjamas and sat down on the bed, her husband brought her a cup of tea. She smiled a little and said “I made you feel worried, didn't I? We had such a perfect two days and then there I was: almost crying, reminiscing about my illness, the possibility of me dying and--..”

“Hsshh..” William interrupted as he sat down beside her “Don't say anything about it again. It is over now and you're going to be fine”.

Catherine closed her eyes as she whispered “Thank you for helping me, my William”

He looked at her face and sighed “How did I help? I wish I could do more for you”

“Aren't you going to argue about my Earthshot outfit anymore?” William teased his wife after a few moments

“You were by my side, which was everything. I mean it with all my heart. It truly was everything, and still is” Catherine whispered, her eyes tearful once more but she hid it by closing them and began to drink her tea.

William was speechless for a moment, then he gently squeezed her hand and wanted to say something but Catherine pressed her lips on his and he deepened that kiss. It wasn't one of passionate kisses which they often shared for the last two days, but instead one full of pure love.

“No, at least not tonight” Catherine tried not to giggle before kissing him on the lips again.

~ the end ~

[masteryunho]

Marie Claire KOREA July 2025 Interview ATEEZ YUNHO

마리끌레르 2025 7월호 윤호 인터뷰

Yunho: I just finished my first solo photoshoot. Today felt like seeing a different side of myself..it was truly meaningful. I mean that sincerely. Through this shoot I tried styles I'd never attempted before. Lately my biggest goal has been to show a new version of myself and I think I discovered that today.

Our 12th mini album <GOLDEN HOUR : Part 3> released on June 13th also showcases new charms. The title track 'Lemon Drop' feels more refreshing than our previous songs. As you know Ateez is recognized for intense music and concepts. Our last track 'Ice On My Teeth' might have come across stronger than expected but 'Lemon Drop' is different. It's the perfect song for a sunset drive.. like a tropical night. It's chill yet it carries a mysterious mood somewhere between freshness and maturity. We prepared for this comeback by meticulously studying how to express that through stage visuals and gestures. I also felt it suited me perfectly so I had high expectations

A: Watching the 'Lemon Drop' stage I loved how the gestures stood out. As someone who helps synchronize choreography what do you focus on most lately?

Yunho: Personally I've been rethinking something. Since debut I believed I must always see the big picture and never break formation. But through our world tour I've started shattering that mindset. People often praise my clean lines and detailed execution but now I'm prioritizing developing my own expression. With experience both I and the members perform more freely.

A: I hear 'thirst' is a key theme for this album. That word truly resonates with Ateez's journey. Reading past interviews every member has consistently pursued growth

Yunho: That hasn't changed. We still have far to go. Whether rookie era or now our shared drive is that hunger to grow. It feels innate I've never seen members half-heart anything. That passion burns in me too. We're all ambitiously pushing our limits.

A: Where does that relentless drive come from?

Yunho: "Atiny". Fans who support us make me want to strive harder and evolve. Just feeling that genuine desire within me is precious. Some might call it greed but not craving growth feels worse.

A: Will that thirst ever be fully quenched?

Yunho: Absolutely! I believe it'll happen someday. I hold onto that certainty.. it steadies me.

A: But staying unwavering isn't easy

Yunho: True. Even when pushing forward I sometimes stray from my path or feel progress is slow. That's when I criticize myself. I overthink.. so it hits hard. But I rarely show it.The pain is temporary..it's part of the healing. As I reflect on myself and work through it I eventually find a way and through that process.. I think I've now become whole Every member governs themselves uniquely to reach this point. Ateez's passion mirrors summer. We really embody its energy. Our important moments first music show win, overseas festivals in hot days, performances drenched in rain all happened in summer. Filming 'Wave' in Saipan was magical too.

A:That made me realize Ateez is summer but each member's summer feels distinct.

Yunho: So..what's my summer?

A: It feels like an early summer afternoon. I'm reminded of cool days with sunlight beautifully streaming down

Yunho: Really? Thank you. I agree. Summer feels like the season that makes me shine..embracing and expressing who I am. It's like an ocean with cool breezes and I want to be a sheltering shade for others. When someone's exhausted from the heat..I hope they can lean on me to rest. That thought just came to me. I recall saying in an interview 'I want to be someone who brings happiness anytime' That's my core value as a person. I dislike feeling cold stares from others. Of course everyone has some coldness within them but I believe warmth exists in every heart too. I'd love to grow that warmth in others. And when I do the warmth inside me grows as well

A: Any recent moments where you felt that warm happiness?

Yunho: So many. I felt it during today's photoshoot and yesterday while spending time with members. I have a low threshold for happiness. That's why I think joy naturally follows in life's small everyday moments.

A: Seeing people like you who often feel daily happiness makes me envious. I consciously work not to let such happiness slip away

Yunho: Really? Well some happiness does require effort. Still I hope you feel abundant joy. This might make you overthink...

A: Even now and in how you treat people daily I see that virtuous cycle of happiness

Yunho: It must be because I'm surrounded by good people. Thankfully there are those who watch me with affectionate eyes their warmth motivates me. For me love is the greatest fuel. That's why I want to give more love in return.

A: Do you often show heartfelt love to those you appreciate?

Yunho: Yes. But I still feel inadequate. Sometimes I wonder 'Could I have expressed myself better? Loved more deeply?' I regret those shortcomings. Yet some intuitively understand my heart anyway. Remembering them I'll keep striving to become someone who expresses love completely.

A: That sincerity comes through in your music too. I listened to 'Be Alright' your collaboration with Hongjoong and watched its behind the scenes video. Its authenticity moved me

Yunho: Hongjoong hyung created a track that suited me perfectly and encouraged me to write lyrics. I wanted to convey a message of hope..so I poured my heart into the recording Reading comments on 'Be Alright' and my cover of 'Even If That Is Your Happiness' surprised me. Listeners openly shared their pain and comforted each other. I'm deeply grateful. One comment read..This song helped me think positively and find happiness.. thanks to you. Even now that... sticks with me. It's overwhelming.

A: Since vocals greatly impact how songs resonate what are your voice's strengths?

Yunho: Its tonal versatility. While not powerful or range bound it has diverse colors. That's why guide tracks influence me heavily. When singing Hongjoong hyung's demos I sometimes sound like him. I've turned this perceived weakness into strength. I have a water like voice that seeps into any space.

A: What song styles do you enjoy singing most?

Yunho: Songs with clear storytelling arc that stir emotions and make hearts swell like Ateez's 'Thank U', 'Utopia' or 'Be With You'. Though I seem sensitive..I'm actually good at letting go. I love dancing and singing playfully too. Having no musical prejudices.. I'm comfortable trying diverse genres and concepts

A: Ateez's new world tour begins soon right? Starting with Incheon in early July then North America, Japan and more. What kind of stages can we expect this time?

Yunho: In past tours we had comprehensive narratives with theatrical elements. But this time I just want it to be undeniably cool.We're preparing to prove 'Ateez is truly a must see live team' through performance itself. Less embellishment more essence.I hope it'll be a time where we can all jump around and enjoy together breathing in sync with the audience. The deeper that shared breath through music becomes the longer the afterglow seems to last after a performance. Right.. My favorite feedback is when fans say they want to cling to that concert feeling forever ...wishes like 'I wish Ateez could stay with us eternally' Hmm...(closes his eyes) I feel the same. If my stamina allowed I'd stay on stage with them endlessly. Truly. I think we're able to travel all over the world so actively because we want to show ourselves to those who are waiting for Ateez and because we love the emotions we feel on stage

A: What do you most want to convey through Ateez's performances?

Yunho: You can do it! Ateez is loved for our ambition. Since we've made it this far I want to tell our audience 'You can achieve anything too..so don't fear'. When exhaustion tempts you to quit let our energy become your fuel. That's the mindset I want to carry into this tour as well

A: The tour is titled 'IN YOUR FANTASY' What fantasy does Yunho dream of now?

Yunho: 80 year old Ateez's Yunho.. Just a fantasy figure..With the members beside me. I once told fans As Ateez we must perform until 80..I'll dance Halazia for you then! Who knows? Mingi would likely say 'With advancing science we'll live to 120! At 80 we'll have fewer wrinkles and be stronger!' I pray he's right. I want to perform that long. Someday I'd love to show you eight gracefully aged grandfathers.If this fantasy comes true... I'd have no lingering regrets

[brightsstar]

Been a bit in the making, but i redesigned Phoenix (Eclipse v4) to fit better with the post-Mimic version of him, as well as laying out some new headcanons, which i will also type in text cuz of my chaotic handwriting on paper.

One of the more difficult things about this was trying to figure out where to have Puppet's hair be visible. I was inspired by a couple other designs i saw where Puppet's hair is visible on him in some form. My initial idea of him was that Puppet put her hair inside of him, but i didn't like that idea much, so I used this instead after a bit of debate with what i wanted to do with it. Puppet's hair is tied around Phoenix's shoulders. I'll also add some extra info to some of the headcanons to better make sense of how i see them.

Headcanons:

1. Phantom pain all over his body. Puppet's hair blocks out the worst of it. (He has times where he doesn't feel it at all, and even when he does, it's mainly a dull ache that doesn't vary much in intensity, and doesn't hinder his movement or ability to function. Reason i am not saying chronic pain is because the intensity doesn't vary that much. It remains mostly consistent. Annoying to him, but consistent. Going off what the show has shown so far. Eclipse doesn't seem very affected by his crushed endo, so i am going with this unless that changes)

2. His endo is still just as badly damaged as Mimic left it. (Ruin wants to properly fix him, but Eclipse still won't let Ruin that close to such a vulnerable spot. Yes, he still, very much has trust issues, and Mimic did not help that situation at all.)

3. His eyes have more gold than white as the incident brought out more Solar traits in him. (Past digital pieces i made depict Phoenix with golden eyes fading into white. Reason for that being because i still firmly believe Ruin made Ember/Phoenix (v3/v4) from that code he copied from Solar so long ago, and my Solar has golden eyes, and so does Ember in Sea and Sky, which would also be his true eye color if he had all of... well... Solar's memories in the main Stoked Embers AU. Because at Ember's core, he is a Solar, not really an Eclipse (as in the evil, vengeful types like v1/2 were. He has way more Solar mannerisms and traits, which carried over to v4). Ruin made tweaks to Phoenix to make him more Eclipse-like, by doing more proper implementation of Eclipse's memories, something that failed to happen with Ember. Ember was simply stuck with directives telling him how to behave and what to do. Phoenix doesn't have those. The white parts of his irises were leftover from Ember when he was killed, and the fact that Phoenix also doesn't have the full picture. However his eyes began to change to gold the more he grew and changed. He's behaving closer to Solar as time goes on and his eyes reflect that growth.)

4. He's a little nicer, but still very much Eclipse. (Self explanatory.)

5. He tries to hide Puppet's hair under his ruffles. Doesn't work very well. (He hates how weak it makes him look, knowing that's what's allowing him to be able to stand and move. The only other one who knows about this, besides Puppet ofc, is Ruin, but even if the others don't know, he doesn't like having it show.)

6. Of course he can't take her hair off or he'll be left as he was when Mimic was kicked out. (Not really a headcanon, it is canon.. but i'll throw it in anyways.)

[slowburningechoes]

Hey, sorry to bother,

I wanted to share something that’s been on my mind. I’ve been a long-time fan of RSL, and I’ve been working on archiving for ages, but I’ve held off on publishing it because I’ve always wanted it to be perfect before sharing. Lately, I’ve been feeling a bit envious when I see how much you’ve already contributed, and it’s made me feel like I should’ve done more for the fandom—more fan works, more sharing, more of everything. I’ve been struggling with feeling like I haven’t done enough to be a meaningful part of the fandom. I can’t help but feel like maybe I missed my chance or that you’ve done it better than I ever could.

I know this is something I’m working through on my own, and it’s definitely not your fault. I really admire your enthusiasm and everything you’re doing for the fandom, and I just wanted to share these feelings. I hope it doesn’t come off as too much; I’m not expecting you to fix anything—just needed to get this off my chest

anon, i really appreciate you sharing your feelings and thoughts with me — and in such a polite way as well. i know that it takes an immense amount of vulnerability and i want you to know that I feel very honored that you opened up about this.

i hope that fandoms, especially one as wonderful as this, can be a space to engage and share without pressure for how much or how often or even how perfect. but it’s hard to feel that inside ourselves sometimes…

i should know — i have also struggled with envy towards other creators. jealousy for those who have been supporting RSL and contributing much longer than me. people who have gotten to see shows, pictures, or hear things that are now seemingly unavailable to find online. it is difficult to cope with at times and remember that we are all a part of a community not a competition, so I completely understand.

my goal in sharing so much has been to spread my love and enthusiasm for Bobby, so there is a part of me that aches to hear it has caused some feelings of insecurity or envy… and knowing you may not be alone in these feelings as well. it is most definitely never my intention to motivate negative feelings or self judgement. this ask has really been an opportunity for me to reflect on why i share what i share and how it impacts other people so that i can be more mindful in the future.

in general, my goal is that whatever i have shared or do share brings new information about RSL to someone or sparks joy into someone’s day. that it brings more people to love the talented man that we all admire. and that anything i can find helps others create content, whether it be similar posts, videos, or archives like yours! plus, break down any gatekeeping barriers i can along the way. i hope my intentions come through in my posts thus far and that it will continue in the future. i never want to come across as “better than thou” or like i am rubbing things in people’s faces, rather sharing and creating community with all of you lovely people.

also, full honest and open disclosure — for the first few months, all of this hunting for content was a part of a severe and debilitating hyperfixation. my mind would not give me the choice to do anything else but think about RSL. i literally could not focus on anything else that i needed to, which led to me neglecting school and my overall health. i shared impulsively and often because i had to get it out somewhere to people who would appreciate it. up until about three weeks ago, i was extremely emotionally and physically exhausted. of course, i enjoyed engaging with anything to do with Robert bit i found — but it didn’t feel entirely voluntary and certainly wasn’t a healthy pattern. now, i am able to engage with finding new content mindfully and through my own will while still taking care of myself and my responsibilities (most of the time lol).

for anon specifically — please, please do not compare your work to what i have done thus far. organizing an archive and perfecting it is something that takes so much patience, attention to detail, and dedication. i admire this work so much, even more so when i hear you’ve been working on it so long. i hope you continue to put time into this amazing project and that my content is something that can help you build it further. please do not feel discouraged to share your incredible and extensive work whenever you feel it is ready!

as a fandom, we are a single team with the same goal: spreading the love we feel for RSL and his work. whether you interact with posts people share or make your own, see shows or can’t see shows, have a massive physical collection or only have a small digital one, been here one week or been here 25+ years, and a million other contrasts — you are welcome, valid, and loved within this community!!!!

once again, anon, thank you for your honesty and also for your presence in this community.