#Because from here on out I'm probably just going to be ranting

[fxckingjo]

𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖉𝖑𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖒𝖊

supe!reader/soldier boy

title from 'i want someone badly' by jeff buckley

in which soldier boy discovers he's the only one immune to your lethal touch.

You don't know how this happened.

One minute, Butcher was ranting about the latest mission gone wrong, intercepted by some "Vought cunts" or whatever. You were only half-listening, which was probably your first mistake, but focusing on controlling your powers is half the battle from the moment you wake up to the moment you go to bed. You're an unstable wildcard, but because of your... unique skillset, Billy Butcher decided you're more valuable alive than dead.

"We've got a new weapon to take that Homelander fuck right off the board—"

All it took was that one statement to bring him out of the backroom, white powder dribbling from his nose, blunt tucked behind his ear. You hear his thoughts before you see him, and the sound of his voice, gruff and loud and so, so very masculine, sends a chill down your spine. You wonder if he sounds the same out loud as he does in his mind.

Gonna kill the british one first, the prick. I ain't nobody's soldier—

Nice ass, sweetheart.

Who the hell is she?

"Soldier Boy, back from the dead."

Soldier Boy? You know Soldier Boy because of his memorial, or his reputation as a very dead American hero. This man is very much alive, and he's standing way too close to you.

There's a rule, you see, to surviving your abilities. Don't touch. Never, ever touch. Skin to skin turns optional telepathy into a mind-melting deep dive. When someone touches you, you drown inside their thoughts, and the harder they hold, the quicker you sink.

Until their brain goes...

Well, let's just say Victoria Neuman isn't the only supe who can blow people's heads up.

The difference is she can control it. You, on the other hand? Long sleeves and gloves for days. Using clothes to build a psychic wall. There's a reason Vought had you on lockdown before Starlight and Butcher got you free.

"Who's the babe?" Soldier Boy asks, lighting his blunt. A puff of marijuana wafts into your face. You cough.

You tell him your name, nose scrunched with disgust.

"Your new sidekick," Butcher informs him calmly. "The pair of you are the two most dangerous supes on the street, which means we'll be keeping you together until we can ice the caped cunt."

You protest first. "I'm not a goddamn sidekick!"

Soldier Boy adds, "And I sure as shit don't work for you."

The protests don't matter. The simple fact is that Butcher has enough on both of you to make this a matter of a vested interest, so you swallow your anger and pride down deep and face the music.

Then it happens.

You're sitting at the table cleaning your gun, because the monotony of taking it apart and scrubbing it inch by inch helps you feel grounded. Safe if Vought comes knocking. No gloves, because it's the only way to get in all the nooks and crannies.

Soldier Boy watches, and then he makes one, earth-shattering move. "You're doing that wrong, doll. Here—"

He grabs your hand.

Time stands still.

You jerk your arm free, dropping the piece of the gun and polish onto the table. You pull your gloves on as fast as you can, shocked, desperately looking at him. "Why would you do that?!"

Soldier Boy frowns, his eyebrows raised high above his emerald eyes. "Sorry, dollface. Didn't know you were so touchy."

"It's not touchy!"

Butcher's jaw is wound tight, but surprise flits through his internal monologue. "That's not bloody possible."

"Can someone speak fuckin English? The hell is goin on?" Soldier Boy demands. "Someone start fucking talking."

Hughie blinks a few times. "She... Well..."

"Spit it out!"

"People can't touch me!" you exclaim. "It's hard to explain but—"

Butcher answers for you. "Any cunt without the sense to back off her gets his gourd popped like a party balloon."

"So what? No one can touch you? Ever?"

You shake your head. "They tested it a thousand times. Vought. Supes they didn't like, staff they wanted to dispose of. Every single time, I'd get sucked in and then..."

Butcher snaps his fingers. The asshole.

"Nothing happened when I touched you," Soldier Boy remarks.

"Maybe it wasn't long enough?" Hughie supposes.

Soldier Boy grabs your arm again. Firm enough to keep you from moving, but not hard enough to hurt you. His fingers push up your sleeve, wrapping around your bare wrist. A second passes. Then another. You can hear his thoughts if you focus, but you're not sinking. You're not getting lost. He's not screaming in pain.

You can't speak. Can't form words. The room is silent, watching in horror as the scene unfolds.

"Fuck," he says, finally letting go. "This could come in handy one day."

"Don't do that again!" you snap, finding your voice.

Soldier Boy leans in, real close. "Next time, doll, you'll be begging me to touch you."

[queersyourgender]

Ooh you write Dana so well. Could I request shy/nervous/embarrassed fem!reader confessing her love for Dana and not expecting her to feel the same?

Now or Never �� Dana Evans x F!Reader

Notes: OOOOUGH DANA DESERVES THE PRETTIEST PRETTY PRINCESS GIRLFRIEND..... That woman is EVERYTHING to me. ongod if she's not in s2... anyways, here's women.

———

When you hear of Dana's hesitation to return to PTMC after the Pittfest shift, you realize very quickly that you've finally run out of time.

You've been in love with charge nurse Dana Evans for years, but you never dared to make a move when you didn't even know if she liked women. You didn't make a move after her divorce, because that made you feel like you were taking advantage somehow, and you elected to doom yourself to pining from beside her in silence.

Now, that deal was being threatened by the fact that Dana is actually, legitimately considering leaving, which means she won't be by your side anymore. She's slipping through your fingers, and it hits you like a freight train, that it's now or never.

It's raining that September Sunday night, but you don't particularly pay that much attention. You're at her front door, because apparently you're absolutely fucking insane, and you raise a fist to knock on the door a little too frantically.

You hear a faint coming! from behind the door and you shiver slightly in your completely sopping wet clothes, your hair sticking to your face as rainwater slid down your cheeks like tears. But you're not crying, thankfully. Not yet, anyway.

Dana opens the door just a crack, clearly not having expected visitors, only to freeze at the sight of you standing on the other side. She says your name in shock and quickly swings the door open all the way. “Hon, what the hell are you doing? You'll catch your fuckin’ death out here—!”

“Look, Dana,” you start breathlessly, barely feeling your mouth move from how cold it is out at this time of night. “I gotta say some stuff, and I need you to just stand there and listen without interrupting, because it's all going to come out in one big word-vomit projectile and I won't be able to say it again, okay?”

She blinks at you, her beautiful, beautiful fucking eyes ever so concerned, because she's always concerned about you, damn her. Damn her and her big fucking heart. “Sure, hon, but could you at least come in? You're soaked to your bones!”

“No,” you refuse, shivering as you stubbornly shake your head. “No, I won't come in, Dana, because after what I'm about to tell you, you're probably just going to kick me out anyway. So I just— I just need you to listen, okay? Just hear me out.”

Her expression turns into something along the lines of offended, like she couldn't believe you'd even suggest that she'd kick you out, but she eventually purses her lips into a thin line and crosses her arms over her chest, going quiet and giving you the go ahead to start talking, and fast.

With a shaky exhale that you can see ahead of yourself, you speak.

“I'm in love with you.”

Dana's eyes go wide at your words, her lips parting in disbelief, but you don't stop there. “I've been in love with you for— for years. I never wanted to say anything because I know you could never feel the same, but I heard you might be leaving and I just had to say something before you did because I knew I'd regret it forever if I never told you.”

She blinks at you, seemingly rendered completely speechless by your rant. Your face begins to regain some feeling in it as it flushes with mortification. “So yeah, I'm really in love with you. Bye!” is what you end your speech with, giving her a faux-nonchalant shrug and turning on your heel to leave.

A hand grabs at the back of your shirt and firmly, almost violently, tugs you backwards. You stumble, trying not to slip as you get yanked to kingdom come, and suddenly you're inside Dana's home, being spun around the entrance and slammed back up against the front door.

“Wha—?” You start to say, but the word never quite comes to fruition as Dana smashes her lips against yours. You gasp against her, shock and disbelief gripping you entirely, before you quickly get a hold of your bearings and wrap your arms around her shoulders, pulling her in.

Her arms wrap around you tightly, seemingly completely and entirely unbothered by the fact you're completely drenched from head to toe. You're both panting by the time she pulls away, your breaths hot on each other's faces as she looks deep into your eyes, her pupils blown wide.

“I love you too, if that wasn't obvious,” she whispers to you, smiling slightly when a bashful grin overtakes your face at the news. “Can't believe we could've been doin’ this for years. We've got lots of time to make up for.”

Warmth seeps into your chest as you giggle lightly and hide your face into the crook of her neck. Dana laughs, running her hands through your wet hair and pulling you further inside her home.

“Now go take those clothes off while I run you a bath, you're absolutely gonna get sick.”

“So forward…”

“Get.”

[themoviemoth]

🎥 National Treasure (2004)

🍿 4.5/5 Popcorn Buckets | 🗺️ History Buff Chaos | 🧭 Founding Father Fanfiction> Half a bucket off because now I can’t go to a museum without wondering if there’s a secret staircase to buried treasure.

“I’m going to steal the Declaration of Independence.”Sir, what?

⚠️ Spoilers Ahead! But this one lives rent-free in our brains anyway. And I'm sure you've seen it at least twice on TNT.

National Treasure is what happens when you give a hyper-intelligent, morally flexible history nerd unlimited coffee, access to the National Archives, and Nicolas Cage’s entire range of intense eyebrow acting. It’s over-the-top, historically unhinged, and weirdly inspiring.

🧨 The Plot: Ben Gates (Nicolas Cage) is a man on a mission—because apparently, every bedtime story your grandpa told you about the Founding Fathers hiding secret treasure under America is completely factual. When the feds, the museums, and everyone with common sense says “don’t,” Ben says “I’m stealing it anyway.” And so begins the greatest history-themed crime caper of all time.

Cue heists, hidden codes, secret Freemason tunnels, and a lot of people dramatically reading parchment.

🔍 Notes From My Unhinged Brain:

Was the frozen corpse on the frozen ship necessary? Probably. But also… jump scare.

Ben cuts his hand for invisible ink and doesn’t flinch. Sir, when I get a paper cut, I cry and need Neosporin and three days off. What is your pain tolerance?!

Riley is logical. I like Riley. He’s a sarcastic tech nerd and says what we’re all thinking. Underappreciated king.

Ben is hella smart though. I may roast, but credit where it’s due—his brain is like a walking AP U.S. History textbook.

According to the Declaration, we can overthrow the government if needed. So who’s bringing snacks and who's driving? I call aux.

They’re underground in a dusty, ancient tunnel and somehow only Ben gets dirty. Movie logic, baby.

The guy at the end when Ben pops out of the tunnel is all “AHH!���, but with facial expressions. And same, my dude. Same. I too would scream if Nic Cage emerged from the wall like a sweaty colonial ghost.

Riley driving across Ben’s pristine lawn? Rude. But also, somehow… on brand.

SEAN BEAN LIVES. For once. He’s still the villain, sure, but a living villain. And unfairly attractive. Do with that what you will.

🧭 Cast of Unhinged History Enthusiasts:

Ben Gates (Nicolas Cage): National artifact thief with a heart of gold and vibes of an intense trivia team captain.

Riley Poole (Justin Bartha): Comic relief and voice of reason. Deserved more credit and way more chill.

Abigail Chase (Deane Kruger): Museum director turned ride-or-die co-conspirator. We love a girl who can flirt and forge a declaration theft.

Ian Howe (Sean Bean): Charmingly evil. Hot and wrong. A villain we low-key want to know our number.

💎 Best Scenes to Etch in History:

“I’m going to steal the Declaration of Independence.”—Cage delivers it with Shakespearean seriousness.

The gala heist where everyone is panicking in tuxedos.

Abigail casually handing over the Declaration like it’s a 20% return at Target.

That underground treasure room reveal that screams “this will collapse in 5 seconds” and “worth it.”

😤 Minor Gripes:

Abigail’s assistant? Gone. Vanished. Hope she’s doing okay.

The romance subplot? Exists. That’s all.

The FBI arrives just in time to miss everything, per usual. But we’re not here for logic—we’re here for Nic Cage running through history and looking determined.

🎯 Final Thoughts:

National Treasure is a patriotic fever dream, where every conspiracy theory your uncle ranted about at Thanksgiving turns out to be real. It’s bold, it’s ridiculous, and it’s FUN. Nicolas Cage is perfectly unhinged, Riley is our collective inner monologue, and yes, we all Googled whether there’s actually a map on the back of the Declaration.

[asharkapologist]

Criminal Case: The Conspiracy OC

So, in my latest chapter of my Meera-centric fic that I'm writing (just one more chapter to go until the end!) I created an OC. She was originally supposed to be just a one-off character for one scene, but I've grown attached to her. Here's my OC, Casey, in the two different scenes in my fic:

(It was pure accident that I made her look like Amy. That was unintentional; they aren't supposed to be related or anything).

(she's also supposed to have chipped purple nail polish but I have no idea how to draw that)

Full name: Casey Kay Cooper

Age: 29

Sexuality: Bisexual

Status (as of the end of The Conspiracy): Alive

Random fact: Has perfect, 20/20 vision. In fact, perfect vision runs in her family.

Family of note: Niece, older sister, mother, deceased father (died when she was 20)

Casey is an energetic woman who became a fan of Meera once her niece introduced her to Meera's work. She's a construction site manager (I should probably draw her in her proper work gear), and is a very chatty person. Very extroverted, talks with her hands, has a lot of friends, and a very loud voice. After the earthquake in Grimsborough, she's been working at least twelve hour shifts. Despite a large increased work load, she still tries to occasionally hang out with her friends. Is the "cool aunt" to her preteen niece, and sometimes helps transport her niece to and from her dance lessons.

She's not a suspect in any cases (unlike Astra, I'm not clever enough to come up with original cases hahaha), but she did help Meera rent a pulley crank for her art show, hung out with Meera briefly, attended Bateman's trial, and since Meera's murder, has gotten into multiple arguments with random people online, mostly in the true crime community, talking about Meera's case. If someone makes a video, podcast, reel, anything, and either they or someone in the comments say Meera deserved her death because she was a bad person, Casey will fly to Meera's defense, or, if someone says that Meera should've given Bateman a chance/be nicer to him, she'll have an angry comment posted in response to them within seconds. She often says she "knew Meera personally" online when arguing, due to them technically meeting, even if Casey didn't actually know Meera as well as Casey thinks. She went on a furious rant online when Bateman was released from prison, and was injured in the neohuman attack on the city, ending up with some broken ribs, but eventually did made a full recovery.

My drawing with the characters I was inspired by:

[enhanced-operatives-division]

Junicrane/Starstruck Ramble

I will not be brief, all under the cut

To clear some things right off the bat:

No corpse, no proof with Juniper. Obligatory this is set in a canon where he's alive and adjacent to the agency in some way.

Reggie & Juniper are just gay to me, but I don't mind any interpretation of their sexuality

The games are set in 1967/68 to me (based on a couple bits in game) which is before it was legal to be gay in America at least (1971), which is relevant to how I interpret canon as being somewhat grounded in reality, despite unrealistic elements.

This is just an insane amount of headcanons/elements of and AU all culminated into one post. I will talk about some headcanons like they're just facts because they are established in my head, and it saves me over explaining literally everything, however I will explain some parts a little bit for clarity.

Alright. Actual beginning of the ramble:

Juniper is a character to me who had gotten so lost in his job as an actor and a social presence that in the end his whole life revolved around that 'role'. Because of this, by the time he's put into the situation where he's around the Agency, he basically knows nothing about himself, though he doesn't realise at first. Furthermore, what little identity he had has changed in so many ways. He's no longer a beloved famous actor in the prominence of public light, he's legally dead and he tarnished his career just before he was supposed to die, with the bonus of that making him lose the majority of his estate. From that, he also has horrific facial scarring from the electrical burns from literally having his face fried. I believe a friend of mine made a post about this a while ago (I also think they were the first to think it up also), but, to me, Juniper has a permanent trimmer in his right arm (aka his dominant hand) from the electrical current and it is messing with his nervous system.

All in all, he's not doing great, but he's too proud to admit that he's not doing great, because if anything, what's left of his ego is all he has as a defense since he's deep in unfamiliar water.

Before ending up around the agency (I have multiple interpretations of this, so I'm just going to bring it up generally), he'd never actually seen Reggie, and his only impression of him is a single voicemail, which was his only reference he had to later impersonate him. Juniper probably has very little feelings other than the ones he projects onto him because of Phoenix and that, at the very least, he's physically attracted to Reggie to some degree (that's like the beginning of how everything else would tumble into place in this sort of interpretation at least).

And on Crane's side? His feelings towards Juniper are probably very intense and muddled. On the one hand, he adores musical theatre, and that's his now ex-favourite actor. The thought of just casually being around him blows the bit of fanboy in him away at first because THAT'S the GUY, plus the inklings of a celebrity crush which still poke at him. And then there's the rational side of him, which knows Juniper has committed absolute atrocities on the side of Zoraxis, and hates him for that. Then there's how much Juniper comes off as an asshole at first because he refuses to cooperate with anything the Agency tried to put in place. He finds Juniper endlessly frustrating, and yet he's stuck working with him since, afterall, he's the one who knows the Agency's history with Juniper the best. I imagine him acting a lot like how he does IEYTD 1 around Juniper.

At this point, I'm just describing the pitch for a romcom.

I think the start of their relationship with one another largely started with Juniper trying to wind Crane up. It was a way of getting his attention, and I don't think Juniper knows why he's so dead set on that at first, because I don't think he realises he has a crush on 'this grump' at first. (I think that's actually the fun part about these two, because it's almost like a role reversal of the celebrity crush dynamic. This ex-big name actor has a TERRIBLE crush on an average joe and it is KILLING HIM.) But of course the Agency keeps them together because Juniper is at least conversing with Crane, so it's a start.

Through one way or another, they actually get talking casually, at least mildly at first. It takes Juniper a long time to fully deconstruct the wall he's built, and the thing is, Crane isn't the one trying to deconstruct it, at least at first, because yeah, Juniper realises if he wants Reggie to actually like him in any way, he can't keep winding him up. So they talk. Small talk at first, something rhythmic and almost easy to keep to a script. And over time that turns into actual conversations. Genuine ones in which Reggie rips out the occasional one of his jokes which Juniper is endlessly endeared about. The way he smiles just before he makes them, like he wants to chuckle at what he's about to say before he says it. That's probably when Juniper realised that he does have some vague crush on him, and that it wasn't going away.

This is what kickstarts John I can't-buy-you-things-to-impress-you-so-acts-of-service-it-is Juniper to do little things for him. It mostly starts off as him trying to make Reggie his tea how he likes it. However, the nerve damage in his arm makes that hard, as the weight of the kettle and trying to pour is hard all of a sudden. And he refuses to accept that, so he tries for a very long while. Long enough that Crane would go to investigate what was going on. And when he does see Juniper leaning over a cup with the kettle as he uneasily tries to pour it, and when Crane asks Juniper responds so matter-of-fact that his intention is nothing but genuine. And it catches Reggie off guard because Juniper hadn't done anything like that up to that point, and his very apparent vulnerability is so clearly on show.

It shifts something between them.

From that point on, conversations are longer, more familiar. Both of their attitudes soften, and Reggie makes more jokes. Juniper learns how to better use his left hand while strengthening his right back to a point where it could be used again. Slowly, they're both spending time with one another not because they have to, but just because they can. Little bits at first, not too far outside what they already were doing, but those little bits turned into long bits to a point where the other person's company was genuinely desirable.

As time passes, Juniper probably realises that he doesn't genuinely know much about himself or what hobbies he's into, because he never really had the time when he got big, and his home life in his youth wasn't bad, but it wasn't picturesque. I think Reggie would pick up on it, and absolutely try to introduce him to some things he's into. Some things stick, other things don't (corn husking very much stays Reggie's passion, and John will go with him sometimes because it's him, but it's not something he strongly cares for). Crane introduces him to a lot of music, and it's something that becomes a staple between them, with tracks they listen to more than others (tragically, I know relatively little about 60s music so I couldn't really say what). Occasionally they dance, never anything intense, think slow dancing, but the closeness is nice.

Through all of it, Juniper is battling the worst crush of his life, and he can't stand it, because I think he struggles to read people since he doesn't have anything like a script or a director to refer back to, so he has no idea if Reggie likes him back or if he's just desperate for that to be true. I think because of that any sort of confession between them would be incredibly raw, not only because of the time they live in making it hard for them to be truthful about how they love, but because it's a complete show of Juniper who's worked to be this better person. I don't exactly know how that would go, mainly because I don't have one set version of their dynamic, this post is just a generalisation of main consistent points.

Reggie does like him back, because he's gotten used to Juniper being just this guy, not a figure in the public eye, not a Zoraxis lackey, and not any sort of Agency operative (despite being under their care to some degree). He's someone he genuinely cares for, because they've given one another the time of day to learn one another, and I think because Reggie was a field agent, he was a lot better at reading Juniper than Juniper was at reading him. Eventually Juniper's company becomes something he could see around him for the rest of his life, and I think he accepts that he likes Juniper a lot more gracefully.

I think any affection directed at Juniper would at first be met with him feeling a little muddled. Reggie was a very physically affectionate person when he could be, and sure the initial flirting with one another came with the occasional little touches, but everything now was so deeply intentional. I also don't think Juniper would almost ever get over the novelty of being able to kiss him, or many other gestures, because it made the fact that they were together so very real, and it was great. I do think it comes easier to Reggie, and it's a big way of showing how much he cares, so it's important for Juniper to try and show it back because he knows how much it means to the other.

I like the idea of them eventually living with one another, too. I think Juniper would have always had a quiet little daydream of sorts where he does just live a domestic quiet life, and he can with Reggie (well, as close as they can get between the Agency and Zoraxis always being at odds), and he loves that, and he loves him, and it's immense.

I think they cook for one another a lot, it helps Juniper work on his dexterity in a controlled environment, which means a lot because it's a huge point of insecurity (that and his scars). He does improve, and Crane is proud of that and shows it and it's great. I also think they'd probably cook together too, because they can deal with being in the kitchen together and they work well with one another. It's probably a good way for them to unwind because over time they can do it in relative silence.

As I said before, I also think music is a staple in their household, and that Reggie listens to things on vinyl almost all of the time because he likes the background noise. Sometimes Juniper will catch him chuntering along to the music which he finds endlessly endearing. I wouldn't put it past his dramatic ass to also join in to fluster Reggie, but I also don't think Reggie would mind that terribly because Juniper has listened to the music enough to know the lyrics, and that's huge to him.

I don't think they are without rough patches, no relationship is, but I think the good part about them is that they're willing to talk about it (... eventually). They're used to long conversations, and while they're often less fun conversations, they're needed and they know that, and it works out.

Alright. I think I'm done for now. I haven't mentioned everything, but this definitely got the worst of it out of my system. If you ever want to hear any specific thoughts my ask box is open but other than that, behold my general dynamic for these two which has been festering in my head for years. I think they're great

[pinkponyluv]

kind of weird how attatched I am to the immigrant mentality considering im not an immigrant

[cosmogyros]

okaY I KNOW I SAID I WASN'T GOING TO SAY ANYTHING ELSE, BUT

I am feeling so intensely validated right now (!!!) in my stance that I am NOT anti-progress, NOT anti-technology, but am simply sensing something Different going on with today's made-for-markets music

BECAUSE

Literally RIGHT after I made that grumpy post, some music came on that I LOVED, and guess what it was!!!! ~*DAPHNE ORAM*~

I had never heard of this woman until ten minutes ago. But her music came on shuffle and I pricked up my ears at once, fascinated and delighted by the sound of it.

Daphne Oram was born in 1925 and is considered "the unsung midwife of the electronic music revolution".

She was one of the first British composers to produce electronic sound, and was an early practitioner of musique concrète in the UK. As a co-founder of the BBC Radiophonic Workshop, she was central to the development of British electronic music. Her uncredited scoring work on the 1961 film The Innocents helped to pioneer the electronic soundtrack. Oram was the creator of the Oramics technique for graphical sound. She was the first woman to independently direct and set up a personal electronic music studio, and the first woman to design and construct an electronic musical instrument. In her book An Individual Note of Music, Sound and Electronics (1971) she explored philosophical themes related to acoustics and electronic composition.

(source: Wikipedia)

Here is one of her EPs, titled "Electronic Sound Patterns":

[torgawl]

lyney's character story about his vision revealing arlecchino didn't allow him to use a delusion and was genuinely angry that he would do something lynette wouldn't want for him, encouraging him to find other solutions... the way she was also sad lyney didn't feel comfortable relying on her during the quest... she really cares about the kids. her smile while speaking to furina also looked sincere. even though one can debate if this is all an act to make them trust and be loyal to her (as said by her, "good actors hone their craft to mesmerise the whole crowd") or acknowledge the fact she's using the kids by making them part of the fatui, she genuinely seems to cherish them. at least she goes through lengths that aren't really necessary for her not to care. the way she reformed the orphanage, the way she helped freminet get closure on his mother's fate... i just think it goes to show and confirm once more how biased everything/everyone in the game is. sometimes bordering unreliable, really. scara and childe's lines about her paint her in a certain light, which i'm not saying isn't true quite the opposite, but that persona seems to coexists with the version the kids from the house of the hearth know.

[starsignchaser]

Talk lesbian Lily Evans to me

oh anon I would be happy to

so first I'm a firm believer in Lily not knowing anything but stereotypes about the queer community until arriving at Hogwarts and most of them were probably not dispelled until Marlene comes out as a lesbian (maybe around third year). she's a little ignorant and a little arrogant about it (forgive her, shes like 13) but of course Lily accepts Marlene; not before an uncomfortable pit opens in her belly that she doesn't fully understand.

I also think Lily started dating boys around third year but nothing long term, just trips to hogsmede or study dates in the library. she knew it was the time that most people started dating and most of her friends all wanted boyfriends so why shouldn't she too? but that pit in her belly is still there.

Lily and James get together in year 7 and she's actually happy! James is kind and supportive. he makes her feel special and loved. he's what every girl wants in a boyfriend. which makes it that much harder when she just can't seem to be the girlfriend he deserves. she struggles to be intimate with him, can't seem to find the interest in him that James has in her. he'll sit and talk about their future, where they could live, how many kids they'll have, what their wedding will be like... and the entire time Lily sits there feeling that same pit she felt open up back in year 3 grow wider and deeper.

one of these times she can't seem to hold it in anymore. she turns to James with tears in her eyes and tell him that she can't do this. doesn't seem to know how to do this. she wants to want him so badly, wants to feel satisfied with what she has but there must be something wrong with her because James is perfect, hes everyones dream man, and she has him right here loving her... and yet she wants out

James is, of course, taken aback but tries to be supportive as best as he can when, at this point, neither of them even really know what the problem is. he suggests talking to Marlene or Mary about it, and then those conversations she has with them afterwards are what lead her to consider maybe not being straight...

[whysamwhy123]

Ain't done this in a while but it's sorely needed because I have had A Week. So, if anyone has any spare serotonin lying around and would like to share, through the form of asks, it would be greatly appreciated.

[flowergirl1243]

soft launch season - [part three]

SUMMARY: when Lando Norris' notorious party boy reputation may be too far out of control to save, you step in to save his image (and maybe his heart).

PAIRING: lando norris x fem!reader

part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven

ACT 3: THE DEBUT

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user12 EVERYONE STAY CALM

user13 this is not a drill

user14 she's so pretty i actually need to go lay down

user15 soft era unlocked

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user16 I CAN'T DO THIS TODAY

user17 oh my days they look like soulmates

user18 he's in love look at his face

Imola was beautiful in that old, solemn way that most people didn’t notice.

He did. Maybe because he wasn’t looking for speed, not right now. Not this morning.

It was quiet. Just past dawn. Pale sun bleeding into the edges of the curtains. The hotel walls were too white, too clean, the room too still. It should’ve felt calm. It didn’t.

It felt like absence.

He hadn’t heard from her in days.

No late-night voice notes. No sarcastic texts. No offhanded “don’t be a muppet today” before FP1, the phrase she'd picked up from being around him. Nothing.

And it shouldn’t have mattered. Not really. This whole thing, whatever it was, had never come with promises. No labels. No neediness. No lines drawn in sharpie. But still, he woke up thinking about her. Every damn morning.

He rolled over, reached for his phone.

Still nothing.

He stared at the screen too long, hoping a notification would bloom across it. Her name. Anything. The silence mocked him.

He thought of her in that cardigan she always wore when she was tired. Thought of the way her hair fell into her face when she was pretending not to care. Thought of how, when she laughed, really laughed, she looked at him like she didn’t know what to do with the feeling.

He’d been looking for her all weekend. Between sessions. On the fringes of the paddock. In crowds where she never said she’d be. His eyes kept catching on shadows. His heart kept pulling in the direction she wasn’t.

She wasn’t here.

And he felt it like a bruise under the skin, something deep and unhealed. He missed her in the kind of way that made his throat hurt. Not for the drama of it. But for the stupid, quiet truth:

He wanted her here.

Wanted to turn around after the briefing and see her waiting with that look, the one that said, “You’re not as untouchable as you think you are.”

Wanted her legs curled up on his hotel bed, rolling her eyes while he ranted about understeer.

Wanted her voice in his ear before the race, low and even and not impressed by podiums.

Just…wanted her.

Not in a crowd. Not on Instagram. Not beside him for a camera flash.

Just her. Alone. Real. Close enough to touch.

But Imola was still. And cold. And empty.

And she wasn’t here.

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"Baby...[laughs] God, I miss you. I don't even know what I'm doing, I just... [pause] We went out after the race, and I'm like properly gone now. Probably won't remember this when I wake up. [laughs] I keep checking my phone every ten minutes and hoping it's you. [pause] It's not. [pause] I don’t care about the race. I don’t care about the noise. I just want you. I want your voice. I want your hands on my face telling me to breathe. I want you next to me. [sighs] Sorry, I just miss you."

He’s halfway through opening another drink he doesn’t need when his phone lights up.

Her name.

His heart stutters like he’s gone over a curb too hard.

He fumbles to answer.

“Hello?”

She’s quiet for a second. Then: “You called.”

“Twice,” he admits. “And I left that voicemail. Which you should, by the way, delete. Immediately.”

She breathes a small laugh, but it’s not amused. It’s soft. Careful.

“You’re drunk.”

“Absolutely,” he says, without hesitation. “Properly gone.”

Another pause. He hears her shift. Maybe she’s lying down. Maybe her lamp’s still on. He imagines her in bed, phone tucked between her cheek and shoulder, wearing one of those big T-shirts she always steals from people and never gives back.

“You okay?” she asks, finally.

“No.”

He hears her exhale, not surprised, but something like quiet understanding.

“I miss you,” he says. Blunt. Honest. “I don’t really know what to do with that.”

She doesn’t respond right away.

“I thought we agreed this wasn’t real,” she says, barely above a whisper.

“Yeah,” he replies, voice softer now. “But then I started missing someone I was never supposed to miss.”

She’s quiet on the other end.

Not cold. Not cruel. Just…holding the silence like she doesn’t trust what might spill out if she speaks too soon.

Lando lays back, one arm over his eyes. His chest feels too tight, like there’s not enough air in the room.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters. “I didn’t mean to dump all this on you.”

“I know.”

And for a moment they just sit there, breathing, holding a thread neither of them knows how to untangle.

He presses the heel of his palm to his forehead. “God.”

“Don’t take it back.”

He blinks. “What?”

“Don’t take it back. You meant it.”

He swallows hard. The room is spinning a little. But he knows what she just said. He knows.

“You miss me?” he asks, because he needs to hear it. Needs to know he isn’t the only one unraveling.

“Yeah,” she says. So quietly it’s almost a breath. “Too much.”

He closes his eyes. Everything inside him quiets for the first time in weeks.

“You gonna stay on the phone with me?” he asks.

“Yeah,” she says. “Just for a bit.”

“Okay,” he whispers. “Okay.”

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user19 he's in love. don't look at me

user20 i am not normal about them and i never will be

user21 she's his screensaver. i know it.

He had never been good with endings. Or beginnings, really. But standing here now, outside the small cafe nestled between sun-bleached stone buildings, the hum of Monaco fading into the background, he felt like he was staring down both.

His hands were shoved deep into his jacket pockets, fingers curling around the worn fabric like it was the only thing grounding him. The late afternoon light cast long shadows across the narrow street, and somewhere in the distance, a boat horn sounded, low and lazy.

She was already here, waiting, just like he knew she would be. He saw her before she looked up, sitting on the edge of the café’s tiny terrace, shoulders hunched slightly, hair loose and tangled from the breeze. The sight of her stopped his breath, like the world had hit pause.

Her eyes flicked up as he stepped closer, and for a moment, the weight of everything unsaid sat between them like a third presence.

“Hey,” he said, voice quieter than he expected.

She didn’t answer right away. Just watched him, those eyes steady and unreadable. Then, with a tilt of her head, a small, almost fragile smile curved her lips.

“Wasn't sure if you'd show,” she said softly.

He nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah. I wasn’t sure if I could.”

“Why?” Her voice was low, but carried a softness he hadn’t heard before, like she knew exactly what was running through his head.

He shrugged, looking down at his hands. “I wasn’t sure I could face you. Not after the call. Can't hide behind my phone or the alcohol, here.”

She didn’t say anything. Just shifted a little closer on the bench, the space between them still stubbornly wide.

The silence stretched, heavy but not uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that carried all the things they hadn’t been brave enough to say.

He wanted to reach out, to close that space, but his body stayed still, frozen by everything tangled inside him.

Then, almost without thinking, his fingers brushed against hers. A light, tentative touch that felt electric and terrifying all at once.

She didn’t pull away. Instead, she let her hand rest lightly against his, thumb tracing a slow, careful line over his skin.

“I missed you,” he said finally, voice breaking the quiet like a fragile thread. “More than I thought I would.”

Her gaze dropped for a second, as if she was trying to hide the way her heart might be pounding just as hard.

“Me too,” she whispered.

The confession hung between them, too fragile to hold for long.

He cleared his throat, forcing air back into his lungs. “So…what now?”

She looked up then, eyes shining with a mixture of something like hope and fear. “I don’t know.”

He let out a breath, the tension coiling tighter in his chest. “Neither do I.”

They sat side by side, fingers still lightly entwined, the golden light softening everything — the hard edges of their doubts, the sharp sting of the distance they’d carried for too long.

He wanted to say more, to promise something real, but the words caught in his throat.

Instead, he just stayed there, letting the quiet speak for them both.

Because maybe, after all the miles and all the silence, this was the start.

As promised, my loves, here is the third part of Soft Launch Season. I hope it is up to your standards so far and if you have any thoughts, you can always let me know!! My taglist is open if you'd like to join, as well!!

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@sol3chu, @charlesgirl16, @motorsp0rt, @imdyinghelpplease, @vampgege

[hanniebaeee]

Clueless: Wrong Chat?

Hyunjin x fem!reader

Warnings: None!

Genre: Best friends to lovers, flufffff, texts

Summary: Hyunjin, your best friend, drops you off for a coffee date with your colleague Mingyu. It's not a date at all, but Hyunjin thinks it is. And he rants in the wrong group chat - completely jealous and unhinged.

a/n: Wanted to make a Clueless series! Thoughts?

Clueless Masterlist

Hyunjin sighs dramatically as he flops onto the couch in his apartment. He's been pouting ever since he'd dropped you at the cafe where you're meeting Mingyu, your colleague for coffee.

Hyunjin: I’m actually losing my goddamn mind.

Hyunjin: She’s out with him. With. Him.

Felix: Hyunjin, it's just coffee.

Hyunjin: OF COURSE IT'S NOT JUST COFFEE, FELIX.

Chan: Oh no🙄

Minho: Here we go. Someone hold his leash.

Hyunjin: This is NOT good. Mingyu is - he’s like…

Jeongin: Are you okay bro?

Hyunjin: I AM NOT OKAY.

How is he supposed to be ok when you, the love of his life is out with some guy for "coffee"? Jisung had taken a girl out for coffee a few weeks ago, and now she's his girlfriend.

Hyunjin sighs. He couldn't think of you being anybody else's. You're his girl. And he's gonna win you over.

Meanwhile, you are sitting across from Mingyu, discreetly checking your phone as it buzzes repeatedly with notifications. You freeze when you see the texts. 

Oh, so this is why Hyunjin was in a bad mood the whole morning, you think. He barely said a word to you as he drove you to the cafe. 

Changbin: Dude, calm down. It’s just coffee.

Hyunjin: COFFEE LEADS TO DINNER, DINNER LEADS TO NETFLIX, AND NETFLIX LEADS TO YOU KNOW WHAT. ASK JISUNG.

Jisung: HYUNJIN.

Felix: 😳

Minho: Jisung you sly dog.

Chan: Hyunjin, touch some grass.

Hyunjin: I CAN’T, CHRISTOPHER. SHE IS MY GRASS.

Minho: Let it all out. Keep going.

Chan: Hyunjin. Deep breaths. IN through your nose, OUT through your mouth. 

Hyunjin: I SWEAR TO GOD IF HE LAYS A FINGER ON HER

Changbin: I don't think he's laying anything on her. 

Felix: Okay, Hyun, you need a time-out.

Hyunjin: No, what I NEED is for Mingyu to trip over his stupid perfect legs and fall face-first into a compost bin.

Mingyu smiles at you across the table, gesturing towards his laptop as he speaks. You are trying so hard to focus on the ideas he's laying down in front of you - the startup ideas that you two have been talking about forever. You smile back, nodding, while trying not to choke on your laughter.

Jisung: Stupid perfect legs? Hyunjin, why do you even know what Mingyu’s legs look like?

Hyunjin: Because I have eyes, Ji. I pay attention to the threat level.

Hyunjin: He's like 6 feet tall.

Jeongin: Threat level: Sexy. 

Hyunjin: THANK YOU, JEONGIN. No one asked you.

Chan: You're tall enough

Hyunjin: Not enough apparently

Felix: Hyunjin, calm down.

Hyunjin: No, because LISTEN. Who does he even think he is. Asking my girl out. How dare he. 

Hyunjin: SHE’S OUT THERE WITH HIM WHILE I’M JUST

Changbin: Lonely and deranged?

Hyunjin: EXACTLY.

Seungmin: Someone hose him down 

You are trying to concentrate on the graph Mingyu is pointing to now, but seriously, who are you even kidding. Your cheeks are warming up with the second-hand embarrassment from what's brewing on the group chat.

Hyunjin: And do you know what really sucks? She’s probably looking AMAZING right now. Like, how does she do that? How does she leave the house and make everyone fall in love with her?!

Hyunjin: And doesn't even realize that I love her? She obviously doesn't! Like I'm right here.

Jisung: Why don't you just corner her in the supply closet?? Omg I never thought I'd get a chance to give that back to you 🔪

Hyunjin: Bro. She's my best friend. It isn't the same.

Jisung: Excuses excuses

Felix: Oh SHIT. 

Felix: 🚨 STOP 🚨

Jeongin: Wait, what chat is this 👀

Hyunjin: What do you mean what chat?

---

Hyunjin goes quiet for a second.

---

Hyunjin: Wait.

Hyunjin: WHAT CHAT IS THIS???

Chan: You absolute clown.

Felix: I tried. 

Minho: LMAO

You: Hyunjin.

Hyunjin: Y/N. Baby. Light of my life.

Y/N: Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re picking me up in 20 minutes. And we're gonna talk.

Hyunjin: Ok. Yes. Ok.

---

Hyunjin was still typing and you were about done with this. 

---

Y/N: Baby. Stop typing. 

Hyunjin: Shutting up now.

Changbin: She really did put a leash on him.

Felix: This is why I love her 😁

Y/N: And Hyunjin?

Hyunjin: Yes, angel?

Y/N: I love you too. 

Hyunjin: 😳😳😳😳

Hyunjin’s heart literally stops when he reads your text. You love him back. You love him back!!! He feels faint, his hands are shaky and he just needs to see you. Right now. 

Hyunjin: Picking you up now.

Y/N: Ok baby.

---

And finally, it was all calm again.

---

Chan: Well, at least we get a little peace and quiet now.

---

As you step outside, you spotted Hyunjin’s car pulling up, his face twisted in a mix of nervousness  and relief. His gaze immediately locks onto Mingyu, who waves goodbye. Hyunjin behaves just so that he can show you that he can be a good boy when he needs to.

You grin as you get into the car, and pull on the seat belt. When you look up at him, he's watching you eagerly, well he does look a little scared - like a child waiting to be scolded for doing something wrong.

“You ok, Jinnie?” You ask.

“Perfect. I'm perfect.”

You raise an eyebrow, fully aware of the effect you have on him.

“Is that so?” you purr, and Hyunjin gulps, as he nods.

“Yeah,” he mumbles, looking away. 

“You know,” you said with a sly smile, “if you had said something sooner, we wouldn’t have had to go through all this.”

Hyunjin’s face turns a sweet pink, and he can't help but smile a little.

“Can you say it again?” He asks. 

“Say what?”

“That you love me?”

You feel your own cheeks heating up as you your eyes meet. 

“I love you, Hyunjinnie. I have for as long as I can remember.” You whisper, and Hyunjin's head falls onto the steering wheel as he does his best not to scream out in joy. 

You giggle at his reaction and he looks at you again.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks shyly. 

“Yes please,” You say and that's that.

---

Hyunjin: Guess what, losers?

Hyunjin: WE KISSED.

Chan: Wow. Congratulations?

Minho: Was it a pity kiss? Be honest.

Changbin: I'm sure she did it to shut you up.

Hyunjin: It was magical.

Hyunjin: She looked at me, leaned in, and BAM. Fireworks.

Hyunjin: It’s what poets write about.

Jeongin: Or she just felt bad for you.

Hyunjin: NO.

Felix: Seriously, if you keep this up, she’s gonna see this and run the other way.

Hyunjin: She won't!

Y/N: Hyunjin.

Y/N: GET OFF YOUR PHONE.

Hyunjin: Ok bye.

Chan: Jokes aside, we're happy for you both.

Jisung: Of course we are

Minho: Y/N, sweetheart, get your man a collar

Y/N: Noted.

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[suiana]

bruh i was talking to my friends about our types in guys and i said "i like boyfailures, absolute losers" and rambled about how they were just so cute and I'd be going 'yeah that's cool babe, tell me more about your pokemon and dinosaurs☺️' but then later on in the dsy i realised bro what if i AM the loser and someone thought of me like that 😵 therefore i give you yandere! golden boy x loser! reader

basically you're a loser who doesn't think they're a loser. you're the type of loser who talks a lot of shit online about how 𝖘𝖎𝖌𝖒𝖆 and hot you are when in reality you can't order a meal without hyping yourself up for 5 minutes beforehand.

you'd be pretending you're hot and mysterious but the second someone indicates the SMALLEST hint of anything you're interested in, you go on full on rambles and rants. then you snap back to reality and realize that hey! you don't even know this stranger! and just... walk away.

you're the type of person to go to the doctor with your mommy because you're scared to talk to doctors yourself and you'll look at her when the doctor asks any question, expecing her to answer for you. 'so what's your name? looks at mother' ahhh reaction.

yeah. basically, a loser. with hyperfixations on anime/game characters that you consume millions of content of. you probably sleep with plushies too and read fanfiction before sleeping. or you're doomscrolling reddit/tiktok/some form of social media and sleeping at 3 in the morning.

enter, him.

the golden boy. the perfect boy with perfect grades and a perfect body and- basically everything. he does like 3 sports, speaks 5 languages, everyone loves him, he graduated from an ivy league or an ivy league equivalent, and he's going to inherit his father's company! rich, tall, handsome. he has everything set out for him. cool beans.

anyway!

you don't know how, and you don't know why, but this man is now in love with you. you... probably met him while working your minimum wage job at some fast food restaurant.

"hi, i think you're really cute. would you like to go out on a date with me?"

"h-huh? erm..."

yeah, you don't know how to react so you just malfunctioned briefly before taking another customer's order. but he wouldn't let up. not at all, because he'd find your socials and have HOURS of conversation with you, on total accident, of course! no dirty work involved. totally. just pure coincidence, just like god or whatever is above intended!

"heh, must be my aura that allowed me to get that limited edition skin... what do you think, best friend?"

"yeah, this is the one guys. I'm marrying them."

"what did you say, best friend?"

"oh, nothing at all ☺️ go on with your rant, sweetie."

by some stroke of luck, definitely not him pulling some strings, you get a job offer that somehow is related to- wow, what do you know! his company! so you leave your boring 9-5 job and sign the contract. what a nice friend he is!

"here, just sign down on the line and you'll be able to start working right away."

"wow this contract is really long, best friend."

"haha... right, I'm definitely just a best friend..."

a contract that definitely does NOT bind you to him. yeah, no, definitely not. nuh uh. what? you're trying to read the fine print? there's no need for that! it's all just boring stuff...

yeah, definitely no conditions that will allow him to legally keep you trapped with him... and should you ever try to leave. well, it's just not possible.

but hey! at least now you get endless cash and you even have this cool best friend who really seems to spoil you!

oh, and now he's asking to be your boyfriend.

"sorry, you're not my type... i like the losers. boyfailures, even."

"sweetie..."

..

...

yeah, so now you're dating. it's all cool. yeah, you... totally don't mind this.

"best friend can we get some chicken nuggets? i really want some chicken nuggets and fries, best friend."

"it's boyfriend, sweetie. but of course! anything you want ☺️ we can get those chicken nuggets and more if you want."

okay well, at least it's not that bad... he's rich and handsome, he spoils you and loves you! like those guys in fanfiction, right? maybe a little too much though.

"sweetie, I'm throwing away all your merchandise of this man thing, okay? I'm replacing it with merchandise of me."

"don't tell me you're already throwing it away..."

"☺️"

"we're OVER."

[fuiru]

A 44 year old man goes to a K-Pop Concert

I promised you a report on the K-pop concert that I, a 44-year-old accountant, went to a couple of weeks ago with my wife and daughter in Toronto. So here it is.

The band we saw were Ateez. They're my daughter's favourite band and my wife's second favourite. I know most of my mutuals are similarly aged like me and may not be familiar with them so let me give you a brief primer on Ateez.

Imagine the most attractive eight men you can think of, just unfathomably beautiful specimens of aesthetic perfection, and make them sing songs that somehow combine the subjects of 'dancing like nobody is watching' with 'we live in a dystopian hellscape that we must all work together to overthrow'. Give them an ongoing music video story lore that literally nobody - not even the band themselves - understand, so that online discussion of their visual motifs looks more like the fevered rantings of a conspiracy theorist, complete with speculation about alternate realities and time being a Moebius strip. There is also a giant sand timer, for some reason.

That's Ateez. That's what you need to know.

Now, K-pop concerts are very different to the gigs I've been going to for the last 28 (!) years. There's no support act, for a start. Also the band perform for like, three hours, with breaks for costume changes and interpretive dance. Furthermore, hanging above everything is the constant looming threat of mandatory military service.

So this being my first such concert, I wasn't sure what to expect. What happened was difficult to explain, but I will try as I am already six paragraphs into this write-up and I'm too invested to stop now. Here goes:

In his Wicked + Divine comics series, Kieron Gillen places modern pop icons as deities, feeding upon and gaining strength from the worship of their fans at the altar of musical performance. I thought I understood that metaphor. I thought I understood it AS a metaphor. I was wrong, because that night Ateez WERE Gods with a capital G and we were their worshippers, a crowd emanating adoration (in the religious and non-religious senses), bestowing strength upon them and gaining their strength in return.

If that sounds weird, it probably is. But as pointed out above, I have lived over four decades and never yet experienced anything like the overwhelming passion of that crowd, the utter abandon with which they conveyed their love for the band.

"But Fuiru, what of the actual music?" you ask. Thinking back, there was a moment in one of their songs - I can't remember which - where I watched the stage, and the people around me, taking it in, and I thought, "Man, I just love Music". But that doesn't answer your question, sorry.

Ateez's music is bloody great. As a tiresome indie/rock/metal kid I'm resisting the urge to add the usual tiresome indie/rock/metal caveat of "...for pop music" because honestly that does it a disservice. They have some genuinely amazing songs. Halazia is an absolute fucking masterpiece that descends into furious hardcore breakbeat. Bouncy is a big, brash racket that somehow is also a perfect pop song. Utopia, Wonderland, and Guerrilla are similarly superb. The obligatory boy band slow number is represented by Dancing Like Butterfly Wings which will make you cry because you will forever associate it with your twelve year old daughter being pointed to and waved at by her favourite Ateez member (Seonghwa) because of her Seonghwa-branded lightstick.

That might just be me, though.

So in summary: being a 44 year old dad at his first K-pop concert rules and you should endeavour to partake in the experience if the opportunity arises.

Finally, for any Atiny reading this: my bias would be San or Seonghwa but my wife and daughter said they were taken so it’s Mingi. My concert outfit (designed and created by my offspring) reflects this.

[cherrygirlfriend]

─── YOU'VE GOT MAIL .ᐟ

...or being under the stars with him.

★ pairing.ᐟ frat!rafe x nerd!reader

★ summary.ᐟ rafe cameron is the golden boy of kildare university; certified frat boy, captain of the football team, relentless party animal with lines of girls to sleep with.

reader couldn't be more different; while she has the best grades in the whole school, she suffers from social anxiety disorder, and her social life is limited to her three best friends and the cat she secretly snuck into her dorm room.

both of them decide to join the anonymous chatroom for their campus, and start talking to one another, a friendship starting to form between the two; but neither of them know how different the other is.

★ author's note.ᐟ posting this one hour early because i need to sleep !!

YOU'VE GOT MAIL!

the ache in your head caused by the one too many drinks you'd had the night before was so strong you were sure even half a bottle of aspirin wouldn't be enough to help, but what was worse, was the case of hangxiety looming over you as the night's events came back to you.

you hid your head in your hands; you couldn't believe you'd ranted to some random guy about your issues, your anxieties. even worse, you'd probably annoyed the hell out of MalachiConstant with your drunken messages. you grabbed your pillow and pressed it to your face in it, screaming into the soft fabric.

meanwhile, rafe had spent most of the night rolling in bed. he stared down at his phone screen, before running a hand through his hair and letting out a sigh. no matter how much time he'd spent thinking about you, about how he could finally put a face to the girl he'd spent weeks talking to. he didn't know what he was supposed to do next.

fuck.

the whole point of your… thing was to be anonymous. he had no idea how you'd react if you knew who rafe was. he wasn't an idiot, he knew the kind of reputation he had around the college. he knew what people thought about him. entitled, rich fuckboy.

you were the first person who hadn't judged him, the first person who saw rafe as he was. but if you found out who he really was… he doesn't think you'd see him the way youb

he let himself crash back into bed. rafe took one more glance at his phone, before turning it off and staring up at the wooden ceiling; the boy needed to figure out what to do.

is he going to keep it a tell you that he knows who you are and risk you never talking to him again, or is he going to keep hiding it just to hold onto you a little bit longer? it was too early and rafe was too damn hungover to think about these kinds of things.

his slippers made a soft, rhythmic noise against the hardwood floors as he lazily made his way down into the kitchen. rafe pulled open the refrigerator and grabbed an energy drink, the tab letting out a hiss as he opened it and took a large chug.

"hungover much?"

rafe's eyes widened when he heard the voice coming behind him, turning around to see a familiar pink-haired girl standing there, an oversized shirt on her frame he immediately recognized as belonging to topper. "not really." he shrugged, "you guys fuckin' again?"

"you make it sound so crude." vivian rolled her eyes yet grinned as she made her way to the coffee maker, "it's just a bit of drunken fooling out. nothing huge. i am surprised about one thing, though."

"and what's that?"

"that in the few days we've been here i haven't seen any half-naked girls leaving your room." vivian narrowed her eyes as she poured coffee into a cup, "do you have a secret girlfriend or something?"

"no." rafe snorted, "i can go a few days without sleeping with someone. i'm not that big of a fuckboy."

"uh, yeah you are." vivian said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "every time i've slept over in topper's room, the next morning i'd see at least one girl come out of your room and do the walk of shame. so, what gives? you have a crush or something?"

rafe snorted as if the girl had said something absurd, taking another chug out of the can, "i'm not talking to you about crushes." "so you admit that you have a crush." vivian grinned. "not admitting shit." rafe grumbled, before clearing his throat, "you seen your friend?"

"emilia's probably—" "not emilia." rafe interrupted the girl before she could finish her sentence, making vivian narrow her eyes in suspicion, "why are you curious about her?"

rafe shrugged his shoulders, slightly defensively, "just askin'." "i thought you were into emilia." "i never said that." vivian crossed her arms, cocking her head to the side, "if you try to play one of my friends, especially my best friend, i will feed little rafe to pigs before you have enough time to beg for forgiveness." vivian's threat only made rafe roll his eyes, but the girl continued, "i'm not kidding. she's a fragile person, and i'm not gonna allow someone who thinks with their dick take advantage of her and ghost her once he gets laid."

"jesus, do you really think that little of me?"

"i know guys like you. hell, i am a guy like you, rafe." vivian took a tentative sip of her coffee, "i refuse to watch her get hurt. so if i were you, i'd seriously think about what i do."

you didn't receive a single message from MalachiConstant for the rest of the break. it was now the night before you were bound to go back to school, your hair flowing in the cool night wind as you leaned on the balcony railing, looking up at the few dim stars up on the sky.

you felt so stupid for being emotional over a random guy online ignoring you; for allowing him to have such an impact. you sighed, about to push yourself away from the railing, before you heard someone clear their throat behind you.

when you turned your head, you saw rafe standing at the doorway, "oh. it's you." you mumbled quietly, before facing forward again. the boy let out a snort of laughter, and you could hear him approach you, "don't sound so disappointed."

"sorry." you said with a tight-lipped smile, drawing patterns on the wooden railing with the tip of your finger, "i just have a lot on my mind." "yeah? like what?" "you wouldn't get it."

"won't know until you try." rafe said, making you roll your eyes, "i don't know. it's stupid." you shrugged. "there was someone i was starting to like, but suddenly he just cut me off out of nowhere."

"oh." rafe took a moment. he'd needed time to think about things, needed time to decide what to do next. he hadn't even considered that his absence could affect you.

"i bet that's never happened to you." you said with a quiet, slightly self-conscious laugh, "i bet you've done that to people." rafe looked down at his feet, shoving his hands in his pockets. you weren't wrong, and he couldn't help the slight pang of guilt in his chest at the thought. "but, uh, that happened to me. and i've never been great with people, so finally connecting with someone and then have this happen feels like crap."

"maybe… maybe he's just been busy." rafe scratched the back of his neck, his words making you let out a humorless huff of laughter, "i love the optimism. unfortunately i'm more of a hopeless realist. but i'll be okay. at least i can focus more on studying."

"come on. give the poor guy a break. i happen to be an expert on how the male brain works and sometimes, we can be a little dumb." "only sometimes?" you asked with raised brows, making rafe shake his head and smile. "most of the time."

you straightened up and look up at the half-crescent moon and the stars on the sky, "is it bad that i'm excited to go back to college?" "you seem the type to be." rafe said quietly, making you snort, "way to kick a girl while she's down." you nudged his side. "what? i feel like half the time i've seen you, your head's been buried in a book."

"you been watching me?" you raise your brows inquiringly, only for him to give you a small, slightly flirtatious smile, leaning into you. "what if i have?" you shake your head even as warmth slowly creeps up your neck.

you let out a small sigh, tracing the constellations above, tracing them with your finger, "god, i love the stars." "i know." the boy's statement made you furrow your brows, only for him to let out a soft chuckle, "you told me that the night we first met. and you did that whole finger thing."

rafe's hand moved to take hold of the back of your hand, the feel of his warm hand holding onto your cold one causing a shiver to run down your chest spine, your breath momentarily knocked out of you. he was looking up at the sky, but you couldn't help but stare at him.

but when he finally looked at you, there was a smile on his lips, "the night we met, your eyes were pretty much twinkling with stars." as you listened to his words, you couldn't help but glance down at his lips before looking back up into his icy blue eyes. your heart was pounding against your chest so hard you could've sworn it might burst out, "i need to tell-"

"goodnight, rafe." you say abruptly, pulling away from him unable to resist the need to put some distance between you and him, rafe's lips twisting into a slight frown before the boy cleared his throat, "goodnight, shooting star."

you rushed back into the room you shared with emilia and vivian; the former already asleep and the latter gone from her bed, as expected. you laid down on your own bed, placing your hand on your chest to hopefully calm your racing heart, only for your phone to let out a ping!

when you opened your phone, your eyes widened slightly in surprise.

MalachiConstant: sorry i haven't been texting MalachiConstant: i'm thinking about you tho MalachiConstant: and i miss you

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You Know How There Are Those AU? Where SUPER Injured Ghosts Need To Retreat To Their Core?

No one seems to be USING that to its fullest potential! For SHENANIGANS! Because! Who?? Could POSSIBLY carry a Halfa's Core safely... but another Halfa?! A FULL ghost would KILL them. A human would be killed! What terribly precarious peril we find ourselves in! Oh nooooooo!

Well, no worry!

As much as Dani fuckin HATES this. That there is her brother. Her Template. Her Clone Daddy and Bestest of Bros. Like HECK she's gonna let him suffer for centuries and possibly DIE. She can take it, Doc! Pop him in! We'll go road tripping and-

What do you MEAN "No"?

Unstable??! Of course she's unstable! But the-.... Oh.

Turns OUT? Dani? Can hitch a ride in DANNY for Emergency Medical Aid... but NOT the other way around. Her body is too loosely held together. He would parasiticly consume her from within. Instead of feeding off her Ecto System like injured ghosts are supposed too, because she's a CLONE? AND an unstable one at that? His Core would just... see her body as free ectoplasm. All of it.

He'd eat her.

Which mean Frostbite can not and WILL NOT allow that.

But he's HURT! That big, off screen, cataclysmic Fight To Save Everybody From *cough cough mumbles* and settle us all in the DC universe, REALLY messed him up! What are we supposed to DO!? He can't STAY like this!!!

Enter-> My FAVORITE DCxDP Trash Ship! Vlad&Lex!!! *horrified screaming from the crowds, someone shouts "oh god, no! Please!"* Ha! There are no gods here, silly billys! Only two terrible, terrible HIGHLY Dramatic, self serving, incredibly damaged, gay peacocks. In Business Suits that cost more then your house is worth.

They're AWFUL~♡

And! Vlad was sent ahead to lay the ground work. Insure there would be no GIWs. Also because no one could stand him and his EXTENSIVE criminal record. But that's besides the point.

But!

You know what he found? A Business Nemesis. Who he routinely dates and/or Dramatically Hate Fu-*coughs* I mean, attempts a Corporate Take Over(tm) off. You know how it is. Business. He ALSO gets to make it no secret he's a "Meta", thanks to the INCOMPETENCE of one Jack Fenton, because that- *seething rant*

Yet? Dispite his STILL burning hatred for Jack? And his finally letting go of Maddie? You know what he STILL wants?

For Danny to be his Son.

*Gets a call from Frostbite*

...............soooooo........ what you're SAYING is..... I can be pregnant with Daniel.

You, Frostbite, need ME, Vladimir Masters, THE ONLY OTHER HALFA, to carry Daniel around inside my body, in what to all appearances resembles a pregnancy, in order to heal him. Because I am an Older And Stronger Halfa Upon Which He Relies.

:)

*instantly begins plotting*

Just? Imagine. Vlad is a FUCKIN LIAR. No one but him would even KNOW what was going on! He just? Rocks up one day, like? *falsely demure* "oh I couldn't POSSIBLY has any scotch, Lex! >:) I'm eating for Two~☆" and just? Deals the MAXIMUM amount of psychic damage he can.

Probably says it at their weekly, public, Veiled Threats Brunch.

It makes front page news. Luthor choked on his eggs. The paparazzi lost their SHIT. Vlad is doing the FULL Celebrity Mom Thing. The classes. The photo shoots. The Gucci sunglasses as he peruses high end strollers. All while HEAVILY suggesting that not only is "The Baby" Lex's.... but that he's going to withhold the child and deny Lex any access.

Danny isn't even aware. He's in a lovely lil medical coma. Dani is trying to find a good spot to plop down Amity. She just know Vlad is being... Vlad. Meh. He can handle it. Dan? He's not even IN the human realm and is not sure he wants to be.

But over in the LEAGUE? Everything's on fuckin FIRE.

Kon is losing his SHIT and Clark is thousand yard staring into the void. Kon's half brother is in the hands of a... Less Then Ideal... Meta that Batman is PRETTY sure is highly suspect. Might be a deliberate weapons experiment. Certainly is a hostage. And the DRAMA.

Lex has never been worse.

He might actually stab his...partner? Vlad. At the hospital. The SECOND the child is born. There are already long term kidnapping plans in the making. He's hiring lawyers. Getting VICIOUS. There have been talks with DEATHSTROKE. By BOTH OF THEM.

Clark wants to cry.

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