#after he's a completely different man than the tiny kid who walked in on his father's corpse

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kakashi's death still kinda fucks with me

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I love every fic That has Danny still being Phantom even while in the DC universe but sometimes I just want my little guy to flex his intellect and be all around little mad scientist that only sometimes uses his powers to pick up a screwdriver

Danny is smart.

He knows he is brilliant.

He may have been outshined by his family when he was younger, but that was because his focus was on something else, and frankly, being born last into a family of geniuses made one feel like one wasn't as intelligent as them.

He constantly compared himself to them, knowing that they had already achieved what he was doing and falling further and further behind in his self-wellow.

Then Danny left Amity Park and went into the real world.....he found his intelligence got him far. Danny was exceptionally brilliant when he was working on machinery, chemistry, and, above all else, engineering.

Maybe it had something to do with watching his parents repurpose any household item into a completely new technology that affected beings from different dimensions simply because they used math.

Or maybe it was that his brain was always moving, always connecting, and constantly processing. Danny didn't realize that people couldn't just make whatever idea came into their heads a reality.

Hell, his dad heard about Mr. Freeze's ray and he made a copy in two months. Danny made Mr. Freeze's ray in two weeks. He made other ghost tech in that same amount or enough to arm his schoolmates in one afternoon.

The point is that Danny is good at what he does. Put a screwdriver in huis hand, and he be off until whatever hair brain idea he had a physical form.

Everyone in Amity Park knew this as a fact about the Fentons/ Since they moved in, there was nothing but experiments one right after the other. Sure, they wasted it on things like Ecto-studies, but his parents made their money from somewhere before the world learned about ghosts.

Danny's parents had many, and he means many, patents. Everything from a brand of microwaves to vehicle parts.

His parents created them, sold them to partial rights to companies, and then wasted whatever money they got on some new experiment for a ghost that had not yielded any fortunes.

He thought he could do the same. Just apply to anywhere that would take him after creating a portable phone changer on one's wrist. He figured it would have gotten less attention than he did hadn't he just shown up at Wayne Expo as an unknown inventor through his parents contacts.

Danny had felt relatively small with his foldable plastic table and his four cardboard boxes of his invention while everyone had booths and screens, and a few even had prominent speakers with people in suits that cost more than his house

. Danny felt like a little kid trying to sell lemonade in the five-star hotel lobby. Everyone walked right by him without a glance, or they jeered and mocked him.

That was until Bruce Wayne wandered over. Kind and charming the man, maybe he wasn't the brightest- but he stood there listening to Danny excitedly explain how moving the hand on the bracelet caused it to charge, so walking around with it was all the kinetic energy it needed.

His ward- Dick Grayson, in all his tiny ten-year-old authority, had purchased a bracelet from Danny. It had been the only sale he made that night, but it was the only one he needed. Bruce had called him to offer him a position at WE.

Like his parents, Danny enjoyed his freedom, so instead, he offered to be a freelance inventor. He would show the Wayne's first dibs but go where the wind took him. He made them if he found buyers who weren't trying to ice him out of profits.

Unlike his parents, he didn't waste the funds past his travels. Slowly but surely building up a fortune over time.

Danny still went out as Phantom, but over the years he invented random gadgets and chemicals that he would ship to Bruce for a healthy paycheck. Ussually he makes something that the rich man off-handedly comments on.

"Oh Danny, I just loved skydiving, but I'm scared Dick's parachute will get stuck."

Danny invented one with small rocket blasters Bruce could manually control into landing for his son.

"I always enjoy undersea diving. The tanks are a killer on my back. Jason was almost weighted down by them too."

Danny created a breathing mask that had the tanks in smaller easier-to-carry cylinders.

"Tim really loves his computers. Wish I could take the whole thing with me when I go out!"

Danny had a working computer on a heliographic wristwatch the next month.

It was awesome. Danny traveled a lot but always found time to call and speak with Bruce. He got to know the man well over the years, found himself chatting with him for hours, and even spent his visits to Gotham at Wayne Manor as a guest.

Bruce's kids were a riot to be around. He would often go away for a while only to return and find that they had grown in numbers. He loved them like his own and found himself a confidant among the children.

It was he that Dick called to whispers about his insecurity within Bruce's home. He would go to all the gymnastics and mathletes shows he could catch, cheering the loudest among the rich parents as Dick outshone the rest of the children.

Danny had practically flown home to rip Bruce a new one until the man admitted to his gapping son that he had applied to be his father mere months after taking him in.

It was Danny that Jason spoke to when Dick and Bruce's fights were too loud. He would take the boy on trips, and talk for hours about books to calm down, then he had sat Bruce and Dick down to rip another new one.

It was no surprise that Jason had called him when he had tried to run away to confront his birth mother. He had been there to see the bitch arrested before she could hurt Jason.

It was Danny that Tim often sought out to showcase his photos. He always made sure to call the boy right before he was meant to sleep, regardless of which part of the world Danny was on, to wish him goodnight and talk about their days.

Tim always brightened whenever Danny caught his skateboard competitions or club performances. He was the one who found out Tim's biological parents neglected him after the boy told him, and he was the one to help Bruce win custody.

Then came Damian, who was as scared as he was angry. Danny adored him and saw so many ghost-like mannerisms in him that connecting to the boy wasn't hard at all.

Bruce didn't seem to understand that his son was used to outlined expectations and grew irritable when he felt he failed them. He was the one that help Damian get used to his environment and was the one the boy was much more willing to try new things with.

Steph and Danny often got along well with their sense of humor, but mostly she followed him around, seeking approval that likely missed out from her parents. They would sit down and talk about her future and what she wanted in life, and he even let her practice her makeup on him and giggle about boys.

Sometimes, it felt like she didn't have to be the tough girl from the rough part of town. She could be a teenage girl without a care in the world. At least, that's what she claimed Danny made her feel like.

Cass didn't talk much, but she didn't have to for Danny to not see how much she enjoyed their days out, too.

He loved taking her to see the arts, to sit and listen to music together, and most of all, to see her slowly bloom into a sociable young lady so different from the closed-off girl that first arrived at Wayne Manor.

Duke was still relatively new, but Danny could spot the wild, unhinged look in his eye that would have made him a proper Fenton. The two often spent their time playing video games and working in the community together.

Duke seemed to enjoy when Danny invited him to tag along on short trips, especially when the two would go camping. As someone who grew up in the city, he had never been fishing until Danny taught him how to reel in a big one at a lake a state over. The whole Wayne family had cheered the dark skin boy on as he held the trout over his head for the photo.

Alfred treated him like one of the family sometimes meeting up with Danny on his travels for a cup of tea or a nice phone call to gossip about Bruce.

Danny loved it but adored when the Waynes would help with his inventions. Even if all they did was sit in his makeshift lab inside his RV or the west wing of Wayne Manor like Bruce did, having them made his hands fly faster and his calculations sharper.

Sometimes, he caught the strangest, softest look on Bruce's face when Danny would be wielding.

Danny was so used to this lifestyle that he would forget about his ghost powers. It's not like he really needed them.

That came to head when he returned to Gotham on a whim, wanting to surprise Bruce for his birthday by taking the other man out to dinner somewhere fancy he happened to stumble across the scene of Scarecrow holding the Waynes- his Waynes- as hostages at an award ceremony in the new mental hospital they had funded.

Danny hadn't thought.

He saw the Fear Gas vents open and pulled one of his gadgets. He threw it as hard as he could at Scarecrow, watching with satisfaction as it bounced off the manic's head- knocking him out and spinning in place as it activated.

It was a miniature vacuum- meant to gather pollution in the air to hopefully clean up their planet- sucking in all the green smoke before it could harm.

He three out of the other five at the goons that had tried to gas the spectators before, pressing his anti-gravity plates- reversing them to slam the goons into a heap and officially knocking them out.

Danny took down the Rouge in under a minute.

"Bruce! Kids! Are you alright?" He cried rushing the stage to the stunned family. He helped them out of their bonds, gentelly tracing the bruise on Bruce's face with a soft whine. "They hurt you."

"I'm alright, darling," Bruce muttered, leaning into his palm. "I'm better with you here. What was that?"

"Oh just a-"

"Look out!" Dick suddenly screams as a flash of ice comes from nowhere. Danny tucks Bruce onto his chest and rolls away from the ray's pathway. They land with his friend on his back and Danny leaning over him in a protective hunch.

Quickly, he stops his foot against the ice, pressing the heel back and watching bursts of electricity from his built-in tazer race up the ice to the beam of Dr. Freeze.

The man doesn't have time to react before spamming and hitting the ground. Danny scoffs. "Using a ray with a cryogenic laser beam so last season. Invent something new, you one act poney."

Bruce stares up at him with those soft eyes again, and Danny smiles now that he is sure the Danger is gone.

"Is there nothing that mind of yours can't do?" Bruce asks and Danny laughs helping him to his feet as police swarm the place.

"Find me a date, maybe." Danny jokes, "I haven't had one since you took in Dick.""

"Neither has Father!" Damian shouts from behind them. Danny bemussingly watches the young boy march up to gesture at the mortified-looking man.

Despite his father's obvious embarrassment, Damian does not seem bothered to shout for everyone to hear. "He may swing both ways but hasn't acquired a suitable spouse. What says you, Danny? You could assist in correcting this error."

"Sure, I'll take him out." Danny laughs, patting the boy on his shoulder, knowing he hates to have his hair touched. Damian all but melts into his hand like his father seemingly smug. "I know a great club to meet some great people in Metropolis!"

Damian's smug look fades away as Bruce's eyes fall. "I meant for you to be Father's sp-"

"Danny, would you mind explaining those tazer shoes?" Bruce cuts in, throwing a arm over the inventor's shoulder. "They were dazzling!"

"Oh, Bruce, I'm always happy to explain my creations!"

Damian pouts as the two walk away, acting like a married couple to the scattered spectators. If only his Father would just man up and tell Danny that he's practically been his second Father all these years, they need to officiate it.

Tim sighs, placing a hand like Danny did on his shoulder. "It's okay, Dami. This time, we will surely succeed in the Parent Trap plan. Maybe before Danny gets lost in the lab trying to invent a way to warp travel."

"Don't even joke, Tim," Jason says. "Danny would figure that out. He created the Zeta Beams to make it to my senior play. He'll figure out warping if we ask him to."

"Dad's the best," Steph laughs, and they all agree, determined more than ever to make Parent Trap happen.

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[fangirlfrom-hell]

Exciting ||Jay Halstead x Daughter and reader

Jay has to take his daughter to work for the first time and he’s not excited about it.

For the one that voted Jay x daughter on the poll (this is not a Christmas story though)

Jay wasn’t comfortable with the idea of taking his 4 years old daughter to work, but seemed like luck was not on his side. The girl was on vacation, Y/N was on a work trip, the nanny got sick, Will was on shift and the little girl’s grandparent’s couldn’t take care of her all day long, so he had no choice. He called Voight, who with his raspy voice and without any problem said “Bring her.”

He sighed, “Ok, baby girl. You are coming to work with me today” He notified his little daughter who was sitting with her short legs hanging from the couch.

“To the police station?” Her eyes were shining bright out of excitement.

“Yea”, her dad chuckled. “Mommy will pick you up later, when she comes back home from her trip, ok?”

“Okay. I am excited!” Excited was the last feeling she learned in school and from then on she would use it for everything.

“I am excited too”, he lied, he was more nervous than anything. “Go get your backpack”, he ordered and when she was gone he muttered to himself, “I’m already running late”

It wasn’t common to take one’s son or daughter to the bullpen, but is wasn’t so strange either. Voight and Al had done it in the past with their kids; Burgess and Adam had done it with Malayla too, even Kevin had to take his little sister from time to time. This was the family Hank talked about.

Jay went upstairs with a small pink and shinny backpack with unicorn form on his arm, making a funny contrast with the gun hanging from his hips.

“Where’s the baby girl?” Adam said when he saw his friend arriving alone.

“Platt stole her from me”, he answered. He would have arrived even later if he had waited for Trudy to give her back to him. Kim smiled at the image.

“We haven’t seen her in a while”, Al peeked his head from his hidden desk to participate in the conversation, “A bit of her cheerfulness will do good to this place”

“Well, she is, and I’m quoting, “very excited” to see you all”, the proud dad smirked.

But as much excited as she was, the baby Halstead was very shy to even say good morning to them. As soon as Trudy Platt carried her upstairs, the girl ran towards her father as fast as she could.

“Why are you crying?” Jay asked in a very low voice, while sitting her on his lap.

But the one answering the question was Platt, “She started to worry when she noticed you weren’t around downstairs and then silently started crying”

Ashamed, the little Halstead girl hugged her dad’s neck and buried her face on his shoulder. A chorous of “aw” was heard around. This wasn’t what she expected, visiting the police station didn’t make her feel excited after all.

“It’s alright”, Jay kept whispering into her ear. It was only after a few minutes later that she calmed down, but even when she was acting as if nothing had happened, she was still embarrased.

Al passed by from the coffee room to his desk and handed a coockie to the girl. She hesitated on accepting it, she first turned to her dad who nodded in approval and she stretched her tiny arm to take it.

“Precauted girl. Good”, Olinsky smiled at her and she smiled back.

“Why don’t you take your colors and get to work in your coloring book, hm?” Jay said more like an order as he put her down. He couldn’t really advance in his work if she was there right beside him.

They walked to an unoccupied desk right infront of Adam. The girl climbed the chair as her dad took her belongings out of the unicorn backpack, “There you go. I’ll be right there if you need me. Remember to…”

“…be quiet, shhh” his daughter completed.

She stayed there for a while, coloring different pages. The detectives, specially Kim, would praise her artistic work whenever they had to walk by her side. She liked Kim, that woman was funny, but she couldn’t really take her eyes off of the man who had gave her the cookie: Alvin Olinsky, but he was too busy to noticed.

“Daddy”, she silently stood up an whispered, trying not to distract the people around, “I don’t want to color anymore. I want to draw”

“Uh, let me check if I have something for you to—“

“I have some white sheets in here”, Hailey opened a drawer and handed a bunch to the Halstead girl. She liked Hailey too, she had a bright smile.

“How do you say?” Her father encouraged her before going back to her place.

“Thank you, Hailssss”

She was immersed in her own world, drawing, coloring and cutting. She stood up to get closer to Adam and touched his leg to call his attention.

“How do you write ‘I love you’?” She asked the detective.

“Oh!” He took a notebook and a pen, “Very easy, let me just show you”

Jay looked up to witness the scene, altough he couldn’t hear any word they were exchanching, “Hey, sweetie”, he called out, “Let Ruz work, ok?”

“No big deal” His collegue said handing her the sheet.

A few minutes later, the little girl stood up once more to go with her father. She stretched her hand to hand him a very colorful circle of paper.

“Wow! Is this for me?” Jay exxagerated his emotion, and then melted when he read the phrase ‘I love you’ followed by a crooked heart.

With excitement, she explained it was a cup holder: “Yea, you can put your mug there”. Following orders from such a smooth voice, Jay placed his mug over the gift.

“Just what I needed” He kissed her head. When she withdrew of his side, Jay immediatly took the paper with the witten phrase and placed it in a spot where he was able to see it all the time.

Before going back to sit on her chair, the girl passed by Al’s desk and stood next to him staring, until he finally noticed.

She took him by surprise, a cute surprise, “Hey, you scared me!” That made her laugh.

“What do you like the most?” The kid asked wothout any other introduction, “Ducks or unicorns?”

Detective Olinsky took his time to answer the question. He observed that Halstead’s daughter was wearing a T-shirt full of unicorns, her pink shinny backback also had the shape of a unicorn, so he went by that, thinking it would be the correct answer.

“Unicorns, I love unicorns”

But she didn’t had the reaction he expected, instead she sadenned, “Oh! I was going to draw a duck for you”

Being in a space close to Olinsky, and paying attention to what his daughter was doing all the time, Jay listened and couldn’t help to smile to the reaction of his parter.

“Oh, well, I love ducks too!” Alvin tried to amend his error.

“A duck, then?”

“Yea, a duck!”

And she moved her tiny legs as fast as she could. Both detectives shared a look and laughed.

It didn’t pass a lot of time when the girl was next to Olinsky’s chair again, but this time he noticed. Without speaking, she handed to him the drawing of a duck happily swimming in a lake.

“What? Is this for me?” She nodded. There was something peaceful in his voice that she liked. “Thank you very much! I really love it. What’s this?” He pointed to a brown circle tha was close to the animal. The answer make him smile showing his teeth.

“A cookie”

“Well, this masterpiece deserves to be in a special place” The detective took a bit of tape and pasted the drawing where it could be seen by everyone.

Little Halstead ran to his father to tell him what just had happened.

“That’s not fair!” Adam teased her later on the day. “I want my own drawing too! I showed you how to write that phrase, you gotta remember that!”

“It will have to be another day”, Jay intervened. “Time to pick everything up, your mom’s on her way to pick you up”

“Mommy’s back?” She asked with the same bright eyes she had when realizing she was going to the police station.

“Yeah!” Her dad smirked.

“I am excited!” She stated while putting her stuff back into the backpack.

“Say goodbye, time to go. Mommy’s downstairs”

She waved her little hand to everybody in the bullpen, “Bye bye”. She even peeked her head into Voight’s office, “Goodbye, Serge”

“You are leaving already? Goodbye, little one” Hank said in a very friendly tone, “Come back soon, whenever you want”

She laughed at the idea, “I will”

It was a bit hard for her to walk down the stairs. “Do you need help?” Jay asked with his arms opened to carry her and she jumped to him.

As soon as she spotted Y/N at the desk with Trudy she yelled at her. Jay put her down on the floor when the stairs were over and his baby ran towards her mom, who picked her up in a tight hug.

“Mommy!”

“Ugh, how much I missed you” Y/N said covering their daughter in kisses.

“Me too!”

“Did the detectives threated you good?” Trudy asked, “How was your day at daddy’s work, hm?”

Wothout hesitating and with a lot of emotion, the girl answered “Oh! It was exciting!”

[aiizenn]

ʚ · ◞ neighbor!nanami who stays standing at the end of the hall with two grocery bags in one hand while the other carries a pink-haired boy. looking at you as the apartment building owner hands you the key to the door that’s in front of his.

ʚ · ◞ neighbor!nanami who can’t help but stare at you. the strong and sweet aura that pulled him in, the glowing smile you gave the owner as they said their goodbyes made him feel something inside. something that he hasn’t felt in a very long time.

ʚ · ◞ neighbor!nanami who waits until you get into your apartment only for him to speed(ish) walk to his door. trying his best to avoid you, his hair was disheveled, his shirt was wrinkled and he had three days worth of dark circles. he wanted to make a good impression, welcoming you, not scaring you.

ʚ · ◞ neighbor!nanami who waits two whole days until he goes up to your door. he was partially waiting until you completely settled in. his knuckles reach your wooden door, knocking once and twice. his heart beating loudly as he patiently waits for the door to open. the silence made him anxious, what if you weren’t home? he got ready and practiced different conversations you could have—wanting to make it as perfect as possible.

ʚ · ◞ neighbor!nanami who smiles as soon as the door opens. meeting the beaming smile he saw a few days ago. “hello, i’m the front door neighbor. we wanted to welcome you to the area. we also made these muffins for you, hope you like chocolate.” you look at him and the tiny pink hair boy he was holding hands with, giving both a small smile, feeling warm inside for the sweet gesture. “thank you both, this is so sweet. and of course, i love chocolate.”

ʚ · ◞ neighbor!nanami who you get close to in a matter of days. he tells you that he’s been a widower since his son's birth. you also learn more about the little boy named yuji. how he’s a complete sunshine, bright smiles and pure giggles. his father being the opposite, although he displays smiles, they aren’t as big or as lively as his kid.

ʚ · ◞ neighbor!nanami who soon makes it a tradition to invite you over every friday night and eat with him and his chubby boy. there’s been times when you arrive an hour before to help prepare dinner. even yuji tags along, sitting in his high chair as he “rolls” bread dough with his mini roller pin. light sizzles are heard as nanami places the butter in the pan, topping it with vegetables. concentrated with every movement, making sure everything cooked perfectly. he was easy on the eyes, there’s no denying that nanami was handsome, a handsome yet lonely man.

ʚ · ◞ neighbor!nanami who gently and lightly places one hand on your waist as he moves you millimeters away to grab a seasoning from the top cabinet. his touch lingering on you, making you feel various things in various places—chest, stomach…in between your legs. clearing your throat you decide to help yuji with his dough. receiving bubbly giggles from him when you build a tiny doughman.

ʚ · ◞ neighbor!nanami who stays in a daze as he sees you interact with his son. the moment felt perfect for him, he doesn’t remember the last time yuji laughed as much as he does when he’s around you. the apartment didn’t feel like a “house” anymore, but a home instead. he wants nothing more than to keep you close.

ʚ · ◞ neighbor!nanami who sometimes asks if you could babysit yuji as he works overtime. you’d pick up yuji from daycare and take him places, time would pass by fast as you two had fun together. the adorable boy would call out for his “dada” or “papa” from time to time. it’d make your heart tighten thinking how hard it must’ve been for nanami to raise yuji all on his own.

ʚ · ◞ neighbor!nanami who buys you roses everytime he gets back from working overtime. “as a thank you” he says after giving them to you. your heart beating faster every time. nanami would give yuji toys or sweets, kissing and hugging the giddy boy after hours of not seeing him. it warmed your heart seeing them together. and in that moment you made a plan.

ʚ · ◞ neighbor!nanami who is beyond surprised when your “small trip” was actually a trip to the amusement park. laughter filled the rides, screams of joy and fear were heard from the big ones. children and parents playing games, while teenagers made bets. it was all new to him, it was rare when he had the opportunity to spend good quality time with yuji.

ʚ · ◞ neighbor!nanami who would anxiously but excitedly get in the carousel horse ride with his boy. you’d take pictures of them everytime they appeared. yuji would wave at you every chance he got, his eyes sparkled as he looked at all the other horses. after a few spins you’d join them, sitting on the horse next to the father and son. nanami would also eagerly wait until his turn to play the ‘water balloon game’ , he’d hold yuji and place his fingers on the tool. aiming to the target and spray the water directly, the balloon getting bigger as seconds passed. a loud ‘pop’ is heard and the water splashes everywhere. both winning two cute fluffy white cats with sunglasses.

ʚ · ◞ neighbor!nanami who looks at the fireworks then at you. the wow’s and awe’s of people made the scenery lively. the fireworks reflecting on your eyes, your smile radiating even in the night light. you turn to nanami, wanting to see his reaction, but he’s already looking at you. his soft gaze making your legs weak, he looked so kissable. both of you lean closer, while he leans down, you tip toe. he looks into your eyes for reassurance, and when he sees the twinkle in them, the space between the two of you is no more. his lips on yours, the final firework forming around the two of you, as if it advertised to the world about you and him with the little boy in his arm.

@aiizenn ₓ˚. ୨ৎ

[morgandoesstuffsig]

Idk if ur requests are open, but hear me out XD. A creator!reader who descends on Teyvat meets all the Archons and such. Then up and leaves by changing their appearance in order to explore their creation and how it has changed. Every once in a while Creator will make themselves obvious by performing acts only the Creator could. Once they are found out they just up and leave again only to resurface after another Divine act. TLDR: Creator playing cat and mouse with Teyvat

oh my GOD creator is just TORTURING then atp

small ramble because i still have massive writers block [cries] also ignore how late this is pls ok mwamwa thnx

c.w // yan. chars

song : Best Friend - Rex Orange County

SAGAU INCOMING : YAN CHARS.

okay so you decided 'hey man, what if i wasn't worshipped the moment i stepped outside'

so you just said fuck it and shifted

(it's been a while since you've done so, it kind of felt weird and hurt a tiny bit)

walking around teyvat in an odd, different form. completely different hair, height, clothes, you get the gist

the only things you couldnt change however were three things:

your blood (still gold, but you didn't plan on bleeding infront of anyone)

your aura (still comforting, caring, and even alluring)

your voice (why? zero clue.)

escaping the throne room you've oh so sadly been bound to!! having fun while doing it!!

(the only real reason you managed to escape is bc you managed to get the archons out and actually tend to their nations, as per your request order)

messing around while escaping fr!! people passing by wondering why this random person they've never seen is (not very) sneakily running away from the creator's palace/temple

but eventually shrugging it off, albeit reluctantly

messing around in mondstat, playing with the npc children more than you could usually, giving them the time of their life!!

this is where you use your first creator powers >:3

some poor kid scraped his knee real hard on the bridge, let's say timmie (hes so sweet he just wants to defend his birds pls b nice to him!!)

you, being the belovent god you are, use your divine powers to heal him

whether you do it with the hc of having to use your own gold blood or just having special healing powers only creator has, you do it

however, your dumbass mind hadn't thought of the fact that Venti may have been watching this

new outlander person with a mysterious aura

and now he quickly learns its you :0!!

the archons had no clue you could shapeshift!! why wasnt this in the ancient scrolls??? did they just lose the ones that mentioned it???

venti immediately finds some weird wind way to tell the other archons

fucking loud mouth

speaking of which, ei is freaking. out.

she came back to just check on you in your throne room and youre just.

not there??

panics, almost goes to zhongli before she gets venti's message and calms down slightly

atp you've realize you've outed yourself

so after making sure timmie is find you quickly run off into the forest before venti can come after you and smother you (both physically and with questions)

forest reached, new mission : new form needed

this basically keeps happening, and it's a needed breath of fresh air for you

running to liyue looking like a normal person until you magically form a special medicine that was unheard of from your hand for an elder, sickly lady

running from liyue to sumeru and shifting into!! an animal!! a fox!! cat!! tiger!! dog!! bird!! any of the sort!!

only getting outed from sumeru after you accidentally spoke while in animal form and having to go over to inazuma as an unknown, traveling sailor!!

getting outed after that for your extremely familiar aura and voice (inazuma people are scarily observant towards strangers) and eventually getting shoved escorted back to your palace/temple

funny stories to tell

however, the archons wont be leaving your room for quite a while..

oh well, who says you don't have other stunts to pull?

[lovecanyon]

HARRYWEEN ONE SHOT FT. BAND!Y/N

“Cherry is a strawberry?”

Jeff looks down at Cherry who was wearing a strawberry costume. Peaking out her head from the fabric, the one year old grins up at the man.

“For now she is.” Y/N says dropping her tote bag onto the couch. “She wanted to wear a costume because she saw one of the neighbors' kids all dressed up.” The mother explains making Jeffrey nod.

The family of three had just arrived at The Forum for rehearsals. It was sort of difficult touring with a baby but they worked together to make it run smoothly.

“Where’s Harry?”

“He’s getting my guitar and Cherry’s diaper bag.” Y/N tells him as she picks up her daughter and places her onto the couch that travels everywhere with Harry—even the pillows.

Just as she responded to Harry's manager, Harry himself walked into his dressing room holding Y/N’s guitar case and his daughter’s diaper bag. The father of one quickly greets Jeff and sets everything down onto the coffee table.

Once Jeffrey tells the couple their schedule for today he leaves their dressing room to greet the other band members that just had arrived. The plans for today were very different from all the other days and it made Y/N jittery just by looking at the paper taped onto the vanity mirror.

THE LOVE BAND’S SCHEDULE!

12 PM - Band’s arrival.

1:30 PM - Lunch provided by Sarah the tour catering.

2:00 PM - Stage starts getting set up.

2:40 PM - Rehearsels.

3:20 PM - Break from rehearsals

3:50 PM - Rehearsals continue.

4:40 PM - Free time.

5:30 PM - Last minute costume changes provided by Harry Lambert.

6:10 PM - Venue doors open.

6:50 PM - Free time.

7:30 PM - Dinner provided by Sarah the tour catering.

8:00 PM - Ben Harper goes on stage.

8:20 PM - Band gets makeup and hair done.

8:40 PM - Band changes into costumes.

9:10 PM - Band on stage performing.

“I’m not going to lie but this year I’m more excited to dress up.” Y/N speaks up, catching Harry’s attention. He smiles and walks over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Looking in the mirror, Y/N finds Harry staring right at her.

“I can tell. Last year during Halloween you were pregnant and uncomfortable.” Harry mumbles against her shoulder, slightly kissing the skin.

Y/N laughed at the memory of her being a pregnant Dorthy last year. She loved and hated it at the same time.

“Why are you grumpy sweetheart?” Harry bends down in front of his pregnant wife.

“I’m not grumpy.” Y/N grumbles crossing her arms against her chest. Harry knew that Y/N felt taken aback once she found out she was going to be replaced by another guitarist for the rest of the U.S leg.

But she was getting too pregnant to play guitar nonetheless even hold a one because her belly was too big.

Still dressed in his dorothy costume Harry stands up from his crouched position and brings Y/N up with him. Moving to sit on the couch, Harry drops down onto the sofa and plops his wife onto his lap. Letting her lean into his chest, he kisses her cheek and lays a hand on her belly.

“I know you hate seeing someone in your place but it’s not permanent, it’s temporary darling. I just want to see you and our baby healthy.” Harry softly explains to Y/N as he rubs her baby bump.

“I’m sorry Ha-”

“Hey don’t apologize. You’re used to touring and always being on your feet so you feeling like this is completely normal.” He reassures Y/N. “You have a break now so take the time to do whatever you want to do darling.”

Feeling better than ever, Y/N’s pigtails bounce as she laughs.

“Can we go eat please?”

-

After the family of three ate lunch, they started to get ready for rehearsals. Sitting in the free space of the pit right next to the stage, Y/N and Harry were taking photos of Cherry in her strawberry costume. With his camera, Harry snaps at least 100 pictures of his daughter before she starts fussing around.

Now wearing her pink noise canceling headphones protecting her tiny ears, Cherry stares up at her parent’s getting situated on stage. Harry Lambert was on babysitting duty today which he did not mind at all, he really adored Cherry.

Y/N swiftly plugs in her instrument and grabs a guitar pick from Mitch after she couldn’t find hers. The electric guitar she used frequently was a special one made for her that Harry gifted her when they first started dating.

It meant everything to her.

Wearing her husband’s sweats and Rolling Stones tee, Y/N grabs her guitar strap and slips it onto her shoulder. She never liked to dress nice during rehearsals so did Harry and the rest of the band members.

As the rehearsals begin, the band starts off with Daydreaming. During the performance Harry kept turning around and staring at Y/N in all her glory. He always felt drawn to her especially when she was playing guitar.

He felt so happy having her on stage with him.

Little Freak was one of Y/N’s favorites even though it was about her and Harry’s breakup—the song was originally written for Fine Line but Harry never had the chance to use it until now. She always regretted running off to someone once they had broken off their relationship.

But she was glad they found their way back to each other.

After performing the majority of the songs off the set list, a special song started to play. You're The One That I Want by John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John blasted through the venue speakers as Y/N let’s Mitch grab her guitar.

The couple memorized the dance months before even deciding that their costumes were going to be Grease related.

I got chills, they're multiplying

And I'm losing control

'Cause the power you're supplying

It's electrifying

The words leaving Harry’s mouth makes Y/N giggle into the microphone. Her laughs were intoxicating as Harry started to laugh with her.

The next verse belonged to Y/N and she couldn’t have been more thrilled.

You better shape up

'Cause I need a man

And my heart is set on you

You better shape up

You better understand

To my heart I must be true

Nothin' left, nothin' left for me to do

Cherry sat on the venue floor with Lambert watching her parents smile and giggle at each other. A gummy grin formed on her face as she watched the two. She loved observing her parents being in love even though she didn't know what the word love meant yet.

The following part to the song belonged to both Harry and Y/N. One of their favorite parts of the song.

You're the one that I want

Ooh, ooh, ooh, honey

The one that I want

Ooh, ooh, ooh, honey

The one that I want

Ooh, ooh, ooh

The one I need

Oh, yes, indeed

Harry even drops down onto his knees like Danny Zuko did in the movie. He eyes her up and down as a smirk crawls onto his face.

He fucking loved her so much.

Lloyd the tour’s photographer caught the moment between the two and snapped a few photos of the musician on his knees, looking at his wife like she was the only person in the world.

-

“Are you ready to change bunny?” Y/N smothered a kiss against Cherry’s cheek making her giggle. She was now out of her strawberry costume and in her diaper.

Harry had just finished getting his wig done and already was changed. He was in his leather jacket when Y/N walked into their dressing room with Cherry. She smiled once she saw her husband staring at her with an all too knowing smile.

“I missed my darlings” Harry coos, grabbing ahold of Cherry. Quite quickly the one year old leans her head against her father’s chest.

“We were gone for 10 minutes.” Y/N breathes out a laugh as she starts to get undressed. She had went with Sarah to hair and makeup—whom she was twinning with.

“That’s too long for daddy.” Harry says making faces at Cherry which makes her burst out laughing. He seriously loved his girls.

As Y/N begins to put her leather pants on she observes Harry interacting with their daughter. He had unconditional love for her and seeing that with her own eyes made her feel happy and fulfilled.

She had always known he would be a perfect dad even before Cherry was born, she just had a feeling that Harry was a perfect person to start a family with.

As Harry sets Cherry down in her crib that travels everywhere with them, he moves to help his wife put on her black top. Without ruining her curled updo hair, Harry fixes and adjusts the fabric on her.

Y/N murmurs out a thank you as she leans in to kiss Harry’s cheek. Still in her sweats, Y/N turns around and grabs her leather pants off the clothing rack.

Quickly she changes out of her baggy sweats and into the tight pants. As Y/N buttons up her leather pants she begins to hear Harry sing to their daughter.

Leather and Lace.

Of course it was a Stevie Nicks song. The woman that got them together. Without her, Y/N didn't know what her life would be now.

Y/N slips her red vans on when she hears a knock. The dressing room door opens revealing Jeff.

“We need you in the box in five Harry.”

Once Jeffrey gets a nod from Harry, he sends Y/N a smile before shutting the door. Turning around to her husband she grins at him.

“You wanna help me change your daughter into a pink lady before you go?”

-

Walking out from backstage was the Love On Tour band.

Y/N stayed next to Sarah as both girls had their arms hooked around each other. The two of them had the same costume and it was Sandy from Grease—they couldn’t be happier to match.

Sarah grins at Y/N as they make their way onto the stage. Screams of each band member's names just made the six individuals smile and wave at the fans.

Though that was nothing compared to when Harry appeared on stage.

Just before the first song starts to play, the musician sends his wife a wink which makes her blow him a kiss for good luck.

And of course that moment was caught by fans.

This was going to be a long night and Y/N didn't mind it, at all.

Seven songs into the show and nothing could have gone smoother. Mitch and Y/N were synced and playing amazing, Harry was singing beautifully, Elin was showing her talent, Nyoh was doing great and Pauli was keeping the energy up as always.

Y/N watching fans dance and sing along truly made her so happy. The smiles on their faces just encouraged her to keep on playing and playing her guitar.

Until water came soaking Y/N.

It wasn’t just a small amount of water, it was a huge amount that soaked her.

Even Mitch got some droplets on him.

The water made it difficult for Y/N to play the guitar and her fingers kept on slipping off the strings. The loss of his second guitarist made Harry turn around to find his wife soaked.

Her once curled updo was flat. Her leather outfit had water dripping from it. Her shoes were standing in a puddle. And even worse, her mascara was starting to smear down her cheeks.

The sight of his lover made him mad.

Almost instantly Harry stops singing making the band slowly halt to a stop. He quickly signals the lighting technician to shut off the lights.

Right as the musician waves his hand signaling to stop, the lights swiftly turn off.

Not giving anything anymore thought, Harry rushes to Y/N and grabs her hand pulling her off the stage. He decides to take her under the stage where he normally takes his five minute breaks.

Y/N lets Harry sit her down on a seat and take off her wet leather jacket. She felt so embarrassed and defeated. Out of all nights this could’ve happened, it happened on one of Harry’s important nights.

She ruined tonight for him.

“I-I’m sorry.” Y/N stares down at her cold hands wanting to be anywhere but here.

Harry lets out a scoff as he drops down to his knees wanting to be face to face with his wife. He didn't know why she was apologizing. This wasn’t her fault at all.

“Darling I don’t know why you’re apologizing.” Harry murmurs moving his hand to cup her cheek. “This is not your fault. Okay?”

Y/N nods as she leans into Harry’s hand. She always loved feeling reassured by him, it was a feeling she would never get tired of.

“I just feel like I embarrassed you-“

“No. Don’t say that. You did not embarrass me. You can never embarrass me.” Harry cuts her off with a shake of his head. Nothing she does could ever embarrass him.

“A-are you sure Harry?”

“I couldn’t be more sure, baby.” Harry tells Y/N making a soft smile form on her lips.

“I love you so much.” She whispers gleaming up into her husband’s green eyes. Y/N loved being this close to him. She saw his freckles that she adored, she saw his long eyelashes, she saw everything and loved everything she saw.

A throat clearing interrupted the couple’s tender moment.

Looking up, Harry and Y/N find Mitch and Sarah standing next to the stage’s entrance. The two couples stared at each other before bursting out laughing.

“Mr and Mrs. Styles, we were looking for you!”

-

The rest of the show went great.

Before Y/N went back on stage, Sarah offered her jacket to the Styles woman claiming she was too hot to wear the leather piece. The drummer also let her curled hair down to reflect Y/N’s sort of flat hair.

Sarah and Y/N were true best friends.

Harry had even found out which fans threw water on Y/N after Elin pointed the three girls out after the concert. He had a whole plan to get those girls banned from ever attending his shows and he succeeded with that plan.

Seeing his wife in distress made his stomach turn. He hopes he never sees her that upset ever again.

Though seeing her now giggling with Cherry over their performance of You're The One That I Want made him happier than ever. Their daughter kept on smiling as she stared at her mother’s phone.

Harry circles Y/N as he dances around her. She keeps on singing though letting out a few laughs. But once Harry falls down onto his knees and begins to sing with her, she couldn’t keep her cool.

Harry and Y/N’s laughs echoed around the arena making fans scream like crazy. Everyone loved the duo especially when they were dressed up as Danny and Sandy while performing such an iconic song.

“Daddy!” Cherry lisps pointing down at the lit phone screen. Harry plops down onto his and Y/N’s bed, leaning into his girls.

Now sandwiching Cherry, her parents continue to watch videos of the show tonight that Jeff had sent them. Harry loved watching videos of his concerts, especially of Y/N.

She looked so beautiful in the hue lights while she played guitar.

Harry was glad he ended up with Y/N.

-

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[igotanidea]

Specter: Jason Todd x ghost!reader (pt 1)

Warnings: death of reader (duh!), death and resurrection of the other main character, angst

***

She was his best friend.

His only friend.

More than his friend.

Knowing each other since they were kids running loose on the streets of Gotham forced to tend to themselves.

He chuckled at the memory of their first meeting.

Fighting over few apples and a half loaf of bread she managed to rim from some man while batting her elalashes and making innocent face of a street-starving girl.

Well, she was a street starving girl, but as far away from innocent as they come, of which fact Jason was almost brutally made aware upon trying to steal some of it from her. Gaining a bruised eye and a scratch that left a tiny scar on his arm instead.

A well-deserved scar, cause even after all those years he was mentally cringing at the memory he was actually trying to rob a girl his age of food. Terrible thought. In his defence, he was starving himself.

Fortunately, they somehow came to an agreement and since then, there was always someone to care for and who could take care of them by their side.

Y/N and Jason.

Together even when not.

Inseparable even after that batmobil-tires accident, cause there was no way in hell Jason would start living with the Bruce Wayne and left his best only friend behind.

Nah.

So would anyone be surprised that after a while they actually started falling in love? Or maybe they were in love from the beggining since the apples but never noticed?

The point however stood, obvious to everyone but those two donkey level stubborn young adults.

So apart from a few stolen kisses, helluva blushing, talking through the nights, secret awkward hugs and one attempt at intimacy, nothing—

Ok, you know what scratch that last sentence. A LOT has happened in the span of a few weeks. And it brought them significantly closer. Hoping for more and actually trying to work towards more.

So when Jason, at the mature age of 16 went for another Batman-related mission, he pecked her lips and promised to have the real talk about their future when he gets back.

Spoiler alert: He never did.

And when Batman walked to the Batcave with no Robin to follow him and broke the news it was like Y/N’s heart was gone with Jason’s life.

Torn from her chest since at that moment it stopped beating and everything lost its meaning.

She refused to eat, drink, talk and get up in the morning. Spending her days in isolation or sitting by his symbolical grave since the body was never found.

Withering her young life away at the graveyard.

No one ever told her the truth.

***

Miraculously Jason came back five years later. Completely different than a scrawny kid everyone used to know him. Raging terror upon Gotham for a while before actualy forming some kind of allegiance with the Bats. And at some point, the question had to be asked. And the hard truth had to be revealed.

„Where is Y/N?” he whispered, getting shy, gulit, regret and remorse filling him to the brim as he was searching through the entire manor in search for her.

A few saddened looks were exchanged between his siblings as those words rung in the air.

Oh, no.

„Where the hell is she?!” Jason yelled, ready to punch a wall, hit Dick in the face and beat the shit out of Bruce for keeping something from him.

„Jaybrird—„

„Do not fucking call me that Grayson! Where is my Y/N?!”

„No one told you—„

„She;s dead.” Damian muttered, unaware of the consequences of dropping such a bomb on his brother. „We burried her a year—„

Jason roared like a wounded animal, nearly making the glass in the window shutter.

„DEAD?!!”

„Jason—„

„STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!”

„I think you should-„

„YOU DON’T GET TO TELL ME WHAT I SHOULD BE DOING DICKHEAD!”

The rage creeping inside Jason’s head and heart was suffocating. Beating the post-Pit madness multiple times and seeming neverending. He panted and wailed, wanting to destroy something. Kill someone. Anyone, but preferably the one responsible for Y/N;s premature departure from the world. Set a fire to the manor. Break into the League of Assasin’s headquarters and let them kill him. For good this time. Crawl into the deepest darkest pit and die.

„Jason—„

„WHO DID THIS?!”

„It was—„

„I WANT A NAME!”

„We don’t-„

„I WANT THAT PERSON;S HEAD ON A STICK!”

No matter how hard Dick, Tim, Cass, Steph and Barbara tried to get to him (cause obviously Damian was just watching with curiosity), nothign worked.

„It was an accident.” Bruce muttered, finally joining the family allured by the screams.

„AN ACCIDENT?!”

„A car crash. She was just a pedestian, did nothing wrong. The driver was DUI.”

„SO WHAT?! YOU’RE A FUCKING BILLIONAIRE, YO COULDN’T HAVE PROVIDED HER WITH A GOOD FUCKING DOCTOR!?”

„She died instantly.”

„SHE—„ Jason’s voice broke, all the anger finally subsiding replaced by the pain. „She what- ?”

„I am sorry jason…”

„SHE WAS YOUR RESPONSIBLITY!”

„No, she was your resposibilty Jason. You were the one who befrended her, fell for her, brought her into this life. Should have known better.”

„SHUT UP!”

„She stayed here after you died instead of moving forward, unable to forget you.”

„SHUT THE FUCK UP!” it was impossible to listen to Bruce only fueling up the guilt and pain iside Jason’s heart.

„She—„

„Master Bruce.” Now Alfred came into the scene, preventing another blood bath that were bound to happen between a father and a son. ‘Perhaps we should give master Jason some space now. Miss Y/N’s death took a heavy toll on all of us, didn;t it?”

”Hm.”

„Come Jay. Upstairs.” Cass smiled at him to the best of her abilities „You need rest.”

Hazily he took a few steps forward but didn;t miss Bruce’s pained whisper and haunted expression.

„You’re not the only one who lost her…”

***

It’s been five years since then.

But now, as Jason was standing by her grave it all felt surreal.

Y/N Y/L/N, daughter, friend, prankster.

That last word was something she would laugh at.

But he was not.

Five years. The same amount he was gone, same amount for which she believed him to be dead, visiting his grave.

Did she feel all those feels he was dealing with right now?

Emptiness.

Numbness.

Anger.

And that pressuring what if-.

They could have been happy together. Working though their difficulties and becoming real. Maybe starting a family. Escaping all this shitty vigilantism life pushed them both into.

Destroying both of their lifes.

One cold six feet under, the other cold six feet inside.

„I miss you.” He whispered in the space, putting a buquet of flowers on the ground next to the ledger „You will forever be the one to haunt me.”

With that he turned around, walking away with head hung low and hands in the pockets of his jacket.

Getting back to his apartment.

In which she could have been with him if things were to work out differently.

part 2 : phantom

[4kiraa]

JOCK ITTO AND HIS “EMO” GF😱

nah cuz you can tell me itto nd his gf wouldn’t be total opposites…

cw!: fem!reader, talk of being emo☠️, reader just wears black and dresses kinda like those goths on pinterest that i be calling mommy, mentions of bullying really minor i swear, modern hs day au because i know absolutely nothing abt genshin LMAO. ALSO NAWT PROOF READ.

No one could believe what they were currently seeing.

A 6’5, jock who was known for being the “himbo” of their school, walking hand in hand with the all black wearing girl who was an entire foot shorter than him and who’s looks could also kill. whispers filled the air as girls who had been crushing on your bf since the dawn of time glared at your warm smiling faces.

no one could believe what they were currently seeing

JOCK ITTO! who for the past 2 weeks has been enchanted by you, a girl he sees every two days in the library either reading a book or listening to music through your black sonny earphones decorated with tiny little skull stickers. he was originally sent there by his teachers because he had been failing in almost every single subject. it’s not like he was dumb!…well ok he kinda is, but it was mainly because of his sports. being a jock with countless games at different schools along with practice was very hard!!!

JOCK ITTO! who told his gang of jocks about you, the mysterious and very pretty girl but was shocked to hear their response.

“oh, you mean y/n?” one of his friends cackled. “she’s no good news arataki” he said as he patted itto on the back. “yeah!” one of his other friends chimed in “i remember trying to askin’ her out once, she’s a dark beauty alright but man is she cold! before i could even finish she walked away from me!. im tell’n you man, shes totally stuck up” “ itto was surprised to say the least, ‘was that all true?’ i mean, how would he know? he’s never even talked to you before, he’s just stared at you like a lil creep admiring the way you brushed you hair , or how you would apply your lip gloss, and how- “you know itto” one of his friends said while interjecting his thoughts. “ a girl is the last thing you should be worrying about, we’ve got a game soon and our best player isn’t with us because he’s too busy trying to complete his homework” he was right, itto thought. he should be focusing on sports, not some girl. but still for some reason, he just couldn’t get you off his mind…

JOCK ITTO! Who after thinking about you for days, decided to go and talk to you instead of hearing about you from his friend’s experiences. “hey! i’m arataki itto, what’s your name!” he said while running towards you in the library “i’ve seen you a couple times before and i just wanted to say that-“ “SHHHH” the librarian loudly shushed him as itto covered his mouth. “sorry! n’yways as i was- he froze solid as your pretty mascara covered eyes looked him up and down, your plump lips parting to respond. “i’m sorry, do you need something?” itto, still frozen, started sweating. 'is she mad at me? why does she sound mad? is that always how she sounds😨?’ mans was stressed ok, and it didn’t help that you were a criminally beautiful girl because we all know despite this man being one of the most popular guys in school and having girl all across the damn country thirsting over him, he still has L rizz.

JOCK ITTO! Who, for the first time, saw you crack a warm hearted smile at his awkwardness, creating little black butterflies in his stomach. “i’m just kidding” you say will playfully hitting his arm ‘i’m never going to shower after this🫡’ itto thought. “my name is y/n, i’ve seen you in the library for the past few weeks, you need any help?

JOCK ITTO! who you now help out with his homework, both of you learning new things about each other. for him, he learns about your style and ‘dark’ interests. And for him, you realize that’s he’s actually not so dumb. and as the two of you gradually grow closer, the more stares and whispers that you both gain.

“Nahh, is that y/n and itto? ain no way😨”

“shut up, she’ll hear you and sacrifice you, i heard that’s what then emos be doing bruh”

JOCK ITTO! who after 3 months, finally decided to ask you out, fumbling over his words and looking like a damn fool if i’m being honest.But no thing could prepare him for your answer. “so you like me huh?” you said in a sly tone. “sure, let’s go out itto, show me a good time” then bro fainted…

“um itto, itto… you alright?” dw about him he just fainted from joy 🤗

No one could believe what they were currently seeing.

A 6’5, jock who was known for being the “himbo” of their school, walking hand in hand with the all black wearing girl who was an entire foot shorter than him and who’s looks could also kill. whispers filled the air as girls who had been crushing on your bf since the dawn of time glared at your warm smiling faces. But you didn’t care, and neither did your boyfriend.

LMAO I FORGOT TO PUT TAGS ND TS FLOPPED SO HARD😭

sorry ngl ts was ass at the end cuz this been in my drafts since 1987. also emorights ok bai:3 

[chanshoesunite]

24 Days of CHRISMAS: Day 24

Content info: The threesome sequel to “Chan wants to record your moans for a song” that only I wanted but maybe you’ll enjoy (because #HyunjinBiasWrecker)

Word count: 2650

Warnings: dirty talk, mature language, threesome, unprotected as well as protected sex (wrap it up, kids, be like Hyunjin), use of the word slut (but in a loving manner), oral sex (m and f receiving)

It’s been a few weeks since you’ve had sex with Chan in his personal studio at home and he mentioned the idea of asking Hyunjin to join you in the bedroom. Personally, you haven’t thought about it (much) throughout the following days because Chan is pretty territorial with you and the idea of sharing you has never seemed to make him anything but indignant. And as weeks go by and Chan doesn’t mention it again, you let it go and forget about it completely.

Then, one early evening, as you come home from an afternoon of drinking coffee and chatting with your friends, you unlock the door to find the flat completely dark and quiet. You didn’t expect that – you promised Chan to be back in time to cook dinner together. Also, he wanted to work on new songs all day, and his studio being empty seems weird. You call out – no answer. You pull out your phone – no messages. Strange. But maybe Chan is just getting groceries and will be back soon.

You make your way into the bedroom – you’re wearing a cute dress, printed with books, with buttons all the way down its front and a belt to tie at the waist, but for cooking and a comfy night in, you’d rather wear something practical, so changing sounds like a good idea.

However, in the bedroom you find that the indirect wall lighting is switched on, and there’s someone on the bed. But it’s not Chan.

It’s Hyunjin – glorious, ethereal Hyunjin. His blond hair is down, and he’s wearing a dark purple silky robe as he’s reading a book.

You stop, staring down at the man on your bed, as he calmly closes his book and tosses it onto the nightstand. “W-what are you doing here, Hyunjin?” you stammer. This feels like the beginning of a very clichéd porn, but at the same time you can’t help but feel intrigued, given the fact that you do fancy Hyunjin just a tiny bit. Okay, maybe more than that.

Hyunjin smiles a crooked smile at you, charming and naughty at the same time. “Chan let me in,” he says, as if that explains everything. “He mentioned that you would be very happy if you found me here.” He leans forward, and the robe falls open, revealing his smooth, muscular chest and stomach. You cannot help but stare some more.

Then there’s a chuckle behind you, and you turn to see Chan sitting in the armchair you usually use to dump your clothes on. He looks regal, sitting there upright, his thighs spread, his hands splayed across the armrests. “Go on, baby girl,” he says mockingly. “I thought the idea of having Hyunjin in your bed excited you. Why don’t you go play with him for a bit? I’d like to see that.” He leans back, like a king waiting for his order to be executed.

You glance back at Hyunjin, who raises one eyebrow at you, then pats his thighs in an inviting gesture.

You would be lying to say the situation doesn’t arouse you. You’ve actually dreamed of a threesome with Hyunjin and Chan more than once, and now, here they both are, seemingly on board with it. So, of course, you’re going to seize the opportunity.

Still in your dress, you walk over to the bed and climb on top of Hyunjin, who is still leaning against the headboard. Straddling him, you bring your hand to his face, tipping it up slightly so you can reach his plush lips more easily, and kiss him.

Kissing Hyunjin is different from kissing Chan, not only because it’s unfamiliar, but Hyunjin’s kisses are trying to seduce you, coax you out of your shell, draw gasps out of you. The tiny flicks of his tongue, the soft nibbles of his teeth make you sigh with pleasure after only seconds. His hands find your waist, drawing you closer, and you can feel he is already half hard under you, his growing bulge rubbing against your panty-clad pussy. You bite his lower lip, and a groan escapes him that lets on that Hyunjin might also enjoy treatment a little rougher than mere making out.

“Take off her dress.” You start, having almost forgotten that Chan is watching you, but Hyunjin immediately complies with the request and starts fumbling with your buttons, all the while breathing heavily. You sit up straighter, helping with the buttons, but all the while rocking against his bulge, coaxing little groans out of him.

Finally, due to your team effort, the dress falls off, and you sit on top of Hyunjin in a matching set of simple yet pretty red underwear. Hyunjin lets his eyes roam over your body hungrily, but it’s obvious he promised Chan to only do what he allowed him to do, so he waits for instructions. You just know how much Chan will love that, holding the reins to both your pleasure.

“Go on, Jinnie,” Chan encourages. “Play with her tits. I know how much you want to.” The way Hyunjin immediately reaches for the clasp of your bra has Chan chuckling. “You should see the way he stares at you when he knows you’re not looking, baby girl,” Chan continues, and from how close his voice sounds, you know he must have stood up from the chair. “He has a thing for your curves.” The bra falls away and Hyunjin unceremoniously throws it across the room before putting both of his hands on your breasts. He touches them gingerly, weighing them in his hands before softly stroking his thumbs across your nipples, making your breath hitch. He is so gentle, almost devotional as he leans forward to suck one of them into his mouth, stroking his tongue across it over and over again. You moan, throwing your head back, and Hyunjin grabs your waist again, holding you against him, making sure you can’t escape the pleasure.

As you blink your eyes open again, you see Chan standing over you, his expression unreadable but his blown pupils giving away the fact that he’s enjoying the show. You extend a hand towards him. “Won’t you join us… Sir?” you ask, your voice already wrecked from Hyunjin’s constant assault on your nipples.

Chan seems to contemplate that for a moment – maybe he hasn’t planned on joining the action at all? – but then he unbuttons his trousers. “Suck,” he commands, a single syllable full of authority, and with Hyunjin still licking your nipples even though they are already hard as pebbles, you lean sideways to put your mouth on your boyfriend.

Hyunjin lets go of you so you’re more comfortable, and you’re still straddling him, but now you’re focused on getting as much of Chan’s cock as wet as possible, bobbing your head up and down messily, sucking the tip to wet it additionally. Beneath you, Hyunjin is moving his hips, his bulge rubbing against you, and you moan around Chan’s cock, enjoying being the one who pleasures and who is also being pleasured. Above you, Chan’s deep grunts, below you, Hyunjin’s heavy breathing, yourself in the middle of it all.

Hyunjin moves, leaning on his forearms, watching the spectacle before him. “Need help?” he asks simply, his voice hoarse with arousal. You briefly hesitate, but Chan’s hand on your head has you continue, so you kiss along the side of his shaft, down to his balls and back up. “You want to help YNnie?” he asks Hyunjin.

Hyunjin stares up at Chan, his eyelids heavy. “I don’t mind if you don’t” he rasps before leaning in and meeting your lips just above the tip of Chan’s angrily red cock. And then you’re making out, his length between you, and it’s less of a kiss and more of a joined effort to get Chan’s cock as wet as possible with your lips and tongues. Chan’s guttural moans are all the motivation you need to give it your all, and you can feel your pussy getting wetter and wetter, and you rut against Hyunjin’s cock (which also feels substantial in size, from what you can gather from your position), earning more desperate moans from Hyunjin.

You can feel Chan moving frantically, and know that he’s close, so you put a hand on Hyunjin’s chest, signalling for him to stop, and swallow down Chan’s erection. Hyunjin’s hand finds its way into your panty to your clit as you continue bobbing your head frantically until Chan comes down your throat with a shout. You pull off and show your boyfriend the come pooling on your tongue because you know he likes it, and Chan groans at the sight. “Aren’t you gonna share with Jinnie, greedy girl?” he asks, and Hyunjin, still rubbing your core, leans in to kiss you. Your tongues dance together, and you can both taste Chan’s release in the kiss, slightly bitter, but it’s still hot, especially when two of his fingers slide into your achingly empty and dripping wet pussy. You break the kiss, moaning wantonly.

If Chan disapproves of Hyunjin taking initiative again, he doesn’t let it show. “You were both so good for me, I think you deserve a reward,” he pants, trying to collect himself after the orgasm he’s just had. He’s still mostly clothed, you realise, but now kicks off his trousers which are hanging around his ankles, and rids himself of his shirt. Hyunjin’s robe is still pooling around him, but it’s obvious he’s naked underneath – that leaves you in your panties, being slowly fingered by Hyunjin.

Chan grasps your chin. “How would you like to ride Jinnie’s cock, baby girl?” he asks, his gaze holding yours captive. “Because if you’re gonna have someone else’s cock in your cunt, I am still going to be the one in control.”

You shudder at his harsh words but nod as best you can with him holding your chin. “Yes, please, sir,” you say softly, and both men groan. Hyunjin pulls his hand out of your panties and discards his robe, but not before grabbing a condom out of its pocket, which he is quick to put on himself as you slip out of your panties. Chan joins you on the bed, kneeling behind you as he grabs your pussy, giving it a light slap that has you groaning between pain and pleasure. “This is my pussy, don’t you forget it,” he growls in your ear, biting your shoulder as you make to straddle Hyunjin again, now that there is no cloth barrier between the two of you anymore.

Chan grabs your hips, and he controls your movements as he has you sink down onto Hyunjin’s cock, eliciting a moan from the two of you. He pushes you down faster than you would have chosen to, given that you’ve only had two fingers and Hyunjin’s cock is girthy as well as long, but it doesn’t hurt, and you find the fact that you are not in control quite thrilling.

Chan has you roll your hips at a certain pace, and Hyunjin, propped up on his elbows, stares up at your bouncing tits in awe. Behind you, your boyfriend is pressed against you, moving with you, and one hand lets go of your hip to play with your clit.

“You are being so good for us, baby girl,” Chan whispers in your ear. “Look at how much Hyunjin likes feeling your tight little pussy around him. He’s buried so deep, isn’t he? I’m sure he’s stretching you out so well, but I know you’ll be just as tight when I pick up his sloppy seconds later, huh? Because no matter how often I fuck this little cunt, it’s always perfect, makes me feel so good.” He slaps your clit again, and you clench around Hyunjin’s cock, making his hands go to your hips. For a moment, you think Chan is going to slap them away, but he allows it.

“Seems like Jinnie wants to fuck up into your little cunt, hm? Should I allow that?” Chan’s voice is mock contemplative, and Hyunjin actually whines. “Please, Chan, I’m so close, let me have a go. Please!”

Chan moves away to give you space. “Rail that cunt, Jinnie,” he simply says.

Your world is toppled over, because suddenly Hyunjin is above you, and he’s pounding into you with a force that you wouldn’t have attributed to his lithe dancer’s body. Despite his flushed face and strands of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, he is still the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. He’s drilling into you hard, and every thrust punches a high-pitched moan out of you, and then he’s coming with an absolutely sinful moan of your name.

As Hyunjin catches his breath, his head against your neck, Chan tsks. “You didn’t make her come, Jinnie. Shouldn’t you have at least the decency to do that?” Hyunjin nods. “I’m sorry, sir,” he says, picking up on the title you used earlier. “Should I eat YNnie out for you?”

You can see Chan nodding from where he’s sitting at the end of the bed. “That sounds like an acceptable compensation,” he concludes, and Hyunjin, condom still on, wiggles down to lie between your legs and, without much ado, dives into you. He eats your pussy like a starving man, relentlessly licking your clit, and your gaze flicks from his beautiful face between your folds to the love of your life watching your face as you are approaching orgasm. You push your pussy against Hyunjin’s face, both hands in his hair, and he moans against your wet flesh as he redoubles his efforts, slipping two fingers into your cunt for you to clench around. Seconds later, you’re coming against his face, your moans resembling sobs as he licks you through your orgasm, your sensitivity reaching almost painful levels.

“Enough.” Chan’s word stops Hyunjin dead, and he raises his head to look at him. “Sir?”

“Get out of the way. I need my pussy.”

You whine. “Sir, I’m tired,” you protest weakly. “And Hyunjinnie really fucked me hard.”

Chan shakes his head as he replaces Hyunjin between your legs. “Not hard enough if you can still complain.” And he slides into you, his hard cock engulfed in your sensitive flesh, the stretch familiar and welcome.

Hyunjin lies next to you, watching as Chan fucks you hard, but slowly, his thrusts powerful, yet interrupted by little breaks in which he kisses you, licks you, bites you, tells you how well you’re doing, how you’re such a good little slut for him and Hyunjin, how you make them feel so good.

“Hyunjin, lend me a hand, make her come with me,” he says, gasping, and Hyunjin’s hand slips between you, stroking your clit, pinching your nipple, as Chan chases his own orgasm.

“Fuck, baby girl, you’re being so good, I love you so much,” Chan whines as he comes, and his confession, timed perfectly with a particularly harsh pinch of your nipple, has you coming as well.

The three of you lie together, panting, sweaty, but content – except that Hyunjin is half hard again. You catch his eye and point to his cock. “Need me to take care of that?”

Chan’s arm curls around your middle. “Baby, if you blow Jinnie now, I will absolutely need to fuck you again, and I don’t think you can take it.”

You laugh. “Yeah, no, definitely not. Let’s maybe keep that for next time.”

Hyunjin and Chan glance up at you simultaneously. “Next time?”

You shrug. “Excuse me, Jinnie is fucking packing, there’s no way I’m not getting my mouth on that.”

Hyunjin giggles shyly, hiding his face against your shoulder, as you’re snuggled up between the two of them.

Chan sighs. “I think I’ve created a monster.”

You press a kiss to his chest. “It was your idea. You only have yourself to blame.”

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leave me loving you (knj series)- Chapter 1

pairing: idol!namjoon x reader

genre: angst, fluff, exes to lovers, idol au

summary: love is easy. marriage is hard. especially with kim namjoon. it’s only for your daughter’s sake that you keep in touch. but when feelings linger, can you ever move on from the past?

word count: 4k

rating: 13+ (everything is sfw)

warning: a large dose of angst. I may or may not have teared up while writing this. topics of divorce and pregnancy.

a/n: hi! I’ve been away from tumblr for more than a month now, because I’ve been really caught up with work and studies :(. Missed JK’s bday too, but here I am to post this as a belated celebration! Happy Birthday Jungkookie! All of the love in this world to you, angel. The original intention was to finish this series by Namjoon’s bday, but I don’t think I will be able to write that fast. This is for my bestie,  @mommyofpinkears I hope you like this, babe! Thank you for reading! All of your support is so so appreciated, love y'all! Enjoy!

You flick from one channel to the next on the television, your mind in a completely different place. With every passing minute, your tension just increased, and you gulped down larger sips of the ice tea you had made yourself. It was past 10 o’ clock, and Namjoon had still not brought Byul back home. 

It did remind you of the old days, sometimes. How the father-daughter duo would disappear for long hours, visiting some park or the other, ice skating in the rink, singing at the kid’s karaoke, or taking a walk down the Han river in the peace after the sunset. Even then, you’d be super worried when they would return home late. But somehow, there was some kind of ease in your mind then. You knew that no matter what, Namjoon would bring her back home. And he’d come back to you too. 

The trust was still there. You knew Namjoon too well to think he wouldn’t dote on his daughter and bring her home safely. The only person you were worried about was Namjoon. 

You didn’t want to repeat the incidents of last month again. 

You both had to make your hearts into steel, even if it was for Byul’s sake. 

Just then, the bell rings and you walk up, rushing to the front door to open it and find a cutely asleep Byul in Namjoon’s arms, while the man himself was looking at you with a smile. 

“She’s tired.”

You can’t smile, not when you were so worried just a moment ago. “Where did you take her?”

“To the amusement park. The new one? In Gangnam.”

You nod, and extend your arms in order to take Byul into your arms. 

“No, let me put her in bed. She’ll wake up.”

Your eyes become sterner, as you glare at Namjoon, whose face takes up a mildly begging expression. 

“Please?” 

You can’t not be melted by his puppy eyes. 

You never could resist them. 

You step aside, letting him walk in, and he walks straight to the bedroom, knowing very well where the rooms were. You shut the door, put the TV on mute, and walk into the bedroom, just to see the big man trying his best to gently tuck in the tiny girl, who had a smile on her face as she basked in her Appa’s warmth. You bit your lip to stop the tears from rushing to your eyes. When Namjoon finished, he kissed right in between Byul’s eyebrows, and whispered goodnight to her. Then he looked up at you, and walked out of the room. You shut the door and walked out too. 

You could see the tears gathering up near his eyes too. 

“Did you two have fun?”

“Hmm, I think she did. Although she was a little scared during the rides, it was good.” 

“And you?”

He looks at you with a soft smile, his eyes wistful. “Hmm, me too.”

You want to hug him so bad. He’s literally asking for it, with those dimples popping up slightly, his hair fluffy and soft, the blonde wearing off. But you won’t. You’ve mentally scolded yourself a million times to not lean into physical touches. It would honestly be the last straw.

“Did you eat dinner?”

“Yeah, we ate ramen and corn dogs. She really liked the corn dog, has she tried it before?”

“I don’t think so. I thought it would be too fiery for her, but I’m glad she liked it.”

He nods. You take in his outfit, a light beige hoodie and plain jeans, but he looks… so fine. You regret your decisions for the nth time.

“Umm, Y/N, I had a favour to ask of you.”

You nod, urging him to continue. 

“Byulie told me she has a parent-teachers meeting in school on Thursday. Can I come along, if that’s okay with you? I really want to meet her teachers and understand her progress.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “You’ve never been involved with her school work  before, why now?”

“I don’t know, it’s just…”

“Do you think that just because I’m not as smart as you, I can’t raise her to be smart?”

You want to take your words back. 

You really do.

Because he has the saddest look in his eyes now and you want to cry just by looking at him. 

“No, Y/N, I didn’t mean that. I just wanted to see how she’s coping at school and stuff like that.” 

“Well, Byul’s never had many problems. I’ve spoken to her teachers before, and they’ve all confirmed this. Plus our communication is really strong so even if she faces any difficulties, she doesn’t hesitate to tell me. 

“That’s really good to hear.” He whispers quietly. Sincerity shines in his eyes. 

“But I'd think she’ll like it if you come to the parent-teachers meeting. 

You could finally see him smiling. “Are you sure you’d be okay with that?” Your heart ached. “Yes. Of course. You are her father.”

Judging by the look he gave you, you didn’t think this was the answer he expected. But it didn’t matter. He had already turned towards the door, turning once to say, “See ya on Thursday then! Please text me the details.”

You nod, opening the door for him.

He stopped in front of you, gently leaned towards you, and pecked your forehead. 

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

When you closed the door, speechless, a single tear ran down your eye.

___

Loving Namjoon had been a dream, until you woke up and faced reality. Wherever you went, cameras flashed in your eyes and you found your peers stealing glances at you, eyes burning with jealousy. It almost felt like a crime, dating and then marrying Namjoon. It was as if you had stolen him away from thousands of people. Hate comments on your Instagram, multiple rumours aimed to shame you, and the endless invasion into your personal life. It was something Namjoon had warned you about, but you were terrified by the scale of it. But even that was something you could manage. He, the boys and their company had helped you with those issues too. 

However, everything turned bitter when you actually became pregnant. You both had talked about it, and Namjoon had always been ready to become a dad. He would often wistfully dream, with you lying on his chest, how he would drive his child to school every day, how his child would have his dimples but your smile, how he would spoil his child (to which you would lightly scold him), and how he would find another partner to go on nature walks with. You would laugh at his dreams, finding them adorable. You weren’t so eager to become a mother, you wanted to settle down more in life first, but you were sure Namjoon would be the best dad ever, and that made your heart warm. You couldn’t dream of having children with anyone other than Joon. 

You still remembered that morning clearly. You had woken up and taken a pregnancy test after repeated bouts of vomiting and nausea in spite of no reason for food poisoning. 

The test had, as you had expected, revealed positive. 

You had woken him up gently, showering tiny kisses all across his face and neck. You knew this was his favourite way of waking up, and even before his eyes had opened, his cheeks had broken into dimples as his smile rose. “What’s up, baby girl?”

“Namjoon-ah!”

He opened his eyes at your mock urgency, brows raised in anticipation. 

“Who’s ready to be a dad?” You had shown him the little tool, showing a red line, indicating your pregnancy. 

His face had gone from shock to disbelief to surprise to sheer utter joy in a span of ten seconds. “Really?” He sat up, holding you in his lap. You nodded, the widest smile on both of your faces. “YAYYYY!” He had lifted you up as he stood up hopping slightly. Laughing, you begged him to put you down, but he showed no signs of stopping. He began to twirl you round and round, and then you said, “Joon, no really, I’m gonna vomit all over you, if you don’t stop right now.” Alarmed, but not in despair, he had stopped. “I’m sorry.” He kissed you on your forehead, your nose, and then your lips, deepening it slightly before the two of you became out of breath. “I love you, my baby mommy,” he said, booping your nose with his. “I love you too, Namjoon-ah.”

And then everything went downhill. 

___

He arrived just ten minutes before the meeting was scheduled to start, panting as he ran into the school campus, muttering apologies to everyone. You hadn’t even spotted him in the crowd, but Byul had begun waving her hand at him, beckoning him to where the two of you were standing. Unconsciously, the edges of your lips curled up. 

It had been his dream to come to school with his child. Even if it was in fragments, you did hope Namjoon was happy that his dream was coming true. The way his eyes were lit up, he sure did seem happy. He made his way through the crowds, which was not an easy feat as people instantly started gathering around him, recognising him as RM of BTS, and flocked him for autographs and selfies. He politely apologised, all the while, keeping his eyes on you and Byul. By the time he reached you, he was quite flustered, but Byul instantly hopped into his arms. 

“Appa!” she smacked his cheek with a loud kiss, and he hugged her tightly. “You came!” 

“Yes, darling. Of course I came.”

“How are you?” You asked him. 

“Doing okay. Am I very late?”

“Nope, don’t worry. We still have about-” you looked at your watch, “Oh dear, we have a minute left! Let’s start making our way to the classrooms!” he laughed at your panic, but when you unconsciously clutched his hand and walked towards the classroom, Namjoon’s face lit up with the most beautiful sad smile, as his heart ached and leaped at the same time. His daughter in his arms, his angel holding his hand, this was nothing less than his ideal. Except it wasn’t the ideal. 

___

Although the divorce had been your call, you had probably suffered the worst brunt of it. Being with Namjoon had been challenging, but at least you always had him at your side. When you had asked for the divorce, you had thought that the grass on the other side would be greener. 

But it was a thought in vain. 

The first time you had visited your regular supermarket, you had absentmindedly bought a ton of things that you would never use, but you had made it a habit to buy them for Namjoon. A special type of strawberry jam, his typical razor, the cookies he liked to eat with tea, a juice mix he had been waiting for a long time to buy but the supermarket had run out of stock. It was only when you had returned home that you had realised your mistake. 

He had surely been surprised to see you at his door late in the night, a plastic bag in your hand, and Byul on your shoulders. 

“Hi.”

“Hey!” He had smiled at Byul whose face had glown up with the same smile as her Appa, and stepped aside, asking you in.

“No, no I have to get back home. Just came to drop these.” You plopped the plastic bag in front of him. “I, umm, bought some stuff. Accidentally bought stuff you liked and then realised I have no use for them.” You laughed, so fake, trying to hide your embarrassment. 

“Oh.”

He picked it up, and smiled again, “Thank you, Y/N-ah.”

“Umm, I’ll be on my way then.”

But Byul had started whining in broken words near your ear, “Appa, Appa please Eomma…” It broke your heart as you tried to shush her. 

“Can I hold her?” He asked you, wistfully. 

You looked up at him, stunned to say anything. Your brain short-circuited as your heart screamed to you, look what you’ve done, Y/N, her own father is asking for your permission to even hold her. “Yeah…” You slowly removed Byul from your shoulders, and placed her in Namjoon’s extended arms. He immediately engulfed her, his big body warming her up as she snuggled sleepily into Appa’s neck, her hands going round his body like it was a mountain she was trying to hold on to. “Please step in? I’ll just hold her for a while… I think she’ll fall asleep soon.” He peppered her hair with kisses, a fond smile on his face. You smiled at the sight, this was the best sight you had seen in the longest time. And you had dreamt about it for so long too- ever since you had found out about the pregnancy, you kept thinking of how Joon would be with his child- he would mould them into his little habits, fondly playing with tiny toys, going around zoos and parks to look at animals and plants, reading illustrated books together, their tiny body in contrast to his large one. 

But now you had ruined your dream with your own hands.

You stepped into his house, and tiptoed to the sofa, where Namjoon currently sat down with Byul. After the divorce, you had continued to live in the house the two of you had shared earlier while Namjoon had moved into a new house closer to the BigHit building and the other boys. It was smaller than your house, and minimalistic to an extreme extent- just beautiful paintings from his private collection adorning the otherwise plain walls. His dog, Rap Mon, suddenly entered the room and climbed up the sofa to sit next to Namjoon and Byul. She giggled and instantly began petting it. Byul had probably been too young to remember playing with Moni as a child, but they had always shared a special bond. You muted your movements, careful to not spoil the moment. It was too precious to be spoiled. And too heartbreaking. 

Joon looked at you just at the moment when tears spilled the threshold of your eyes. You immediately sniffed and wiped them away, whispering apologies. But then he had extended his arm to you and you had snuggled into his embrace, without thinking twice. It was probably wrong to do this, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t just sit in front of the love of your life and not want to be near him, especially when he was at his most vulnerable. 

As soon as you had placed your head on his shoulder, he began stroking your hair, the same way he was doing to Byul. “My two favourite girls”, he would say. “And Eommoni?” you’d tease him, but he’d scrunch his nose and instantly reply, “She’s not in the list”, resulting in you giggling loudly.  

The last thing you had remembered that night before falling asleep was that he smelt like you. It was probably because he was wearing your perfume on his sweatshirt. 

___

Byul’s teacher somehow began regarding her as a special human species after she saw that her father was the Kim Namjoon. “Aah, Namjoon-ssi, I must tell you, your daughter is one of the brightest children in her class. She must have got that from you, considering that your intelligence is a well-known fact…” ending in a slight laugh, as she dropped her neckline even lower. A bitter taste spread in your mouth. He had always received such attention, and it had been quite easy for you to ignore it earlier when you were married. But now that… he was technically single, a silent fear rose in your heart. You quickly shooed it away to focus on the discussion Namjoon was having with the teacher, Byul carefully sitting in his lap, playing with her braids. 

“I know she’s doing well in academics, but I also want to know how she’s faring in extra-curricular activities, like singing or art?” “Oh I know why you’re asking this, hmm”, the teacher wiggles her eyebrows with a smirk, as if she knows some secret that you don’t. Namjoon simply smiles, dimples on full display, and you feel that bitter taste again. You only notice that you’ve been biting your lower lip, when he grabs your hand, and squeezes it gently. He leans in and whispers, as the teacher rummages through some sheets to find something, “Stop looking like a pressure pot. You’re all red.” You realise he’s purposely turned on his charm, and it is actually producing results. The teacher shows you both all of Byul’s reports from the last term in her extra-curricular activities. As you dig into the details of her academic and extra-curricular records, Namjoon sits back into his chair, easing out as you take over the meeting. 

Later, as you three sit in the cafeteria, he says, “Phew! She’s quite the flirt. Byul-ah, you have a funny teacher.” Joon winks at your daughter, who’s sipping on a milkshake. “No- she’s normally nice. Today she was funny.” As she slightly chokes on her drink while speaking, you pat her back trying to ease her, and you scold Joon, “Don’t talk to her while she’s drinking, Joon. Her drink goes down the wrong pipe.” He laughs at that. “What’s so funny!” “Nothing, the wording is funny.” “You’re finding everyone and everything amusing today. Even things which aren’t.” “Like her teacher’s behaviour?” “Yes like her teacher’s behaviour. Quite mean, I’d say, considering the mother of the child is right there and she’s ignoring me as if I’m non-existent.” “I’ve always had that effect on people, Y/N.” “The effect of reducing others to just background while you’re the focus?” “Yes. You know it all too well, Y/N-ah.” You become silent, suddenly remembering the party where you had met him for the first time. Hobi’s new album’s listening party. You had been unable to take your eyes off him, although you were there just as a family friend of Hobi’s. You would’ve never got the guts to approach him, but luck had favoured you, when he had casually sauntered up to you, and introduced himself to you, all grace and smiles even in the casual atmosphere. You knew then why his fans went so gaga over him. 

“Yes, I know it all too well, Joonie.”

He didn’t notice your silent statement as Byul began poking him in his chest, right above his ever-growing pecs, “Appa, let’s go to the park near Youngjae’s house, please? She tells me it’s so pretty!” Her eyes widened as she began describing the park, and you noticed that Namjoon was equally invested into this conversation. You had never had been as fond of nature as he had been, and his traits had flown smoothly into his daughter’s blood. “Y/N, is it okay if we go there now?”

“Are you free to go now?”

“Yeah, I took the rest of the day off.”

“Okay then. Let’s go!” Father and daughter nearly bounced as they stood up, and you laughed to see their excitement. It made your frozen heart so warm. 

___

“When will you stop being cruel to yourself, and just admit how you feel?” Sana asks you over another glass of wine, the two of you chilling out in her apartment as both Byul and her kids have fallen asleep in the kids’ bedroom after an intensely wild play-session, and her husband is out of town. “I don’t know what I feel, Sana.”

“Well, you certainly don’t feel like leaving him outside your door every night. And being heartbroken every time you see Byul because she looks exactly like him.” 

“I know these things. I took the plunge despite knowing these things would happen. But you know as well as I do that the reasons why we split haven’t changed yet.”

“But other factors have worsened, Y/N.”

“Oh dear, stop talking like a scientist.” You both laughed, because Sana was actually a molecular chemistry scientist. The laugh broke your conversation, and you were further distracted by a text on your phone, as Sana stood up to bring some more snacks from the kitchen. 

Hi Y/N-ie! Sorry if this is weird but- have you and Joon fought recently? 

It was a text from Jimin. Another text quickly popped up below.

Aish, I’m sorry this is really out of the blue- I haven’t even visited y’all for some time. Sorry if you’re sleeping or uncomfortable.

You smiled at the continuous apologies, and you typed back a text. 

No, Jimin, I’m awake, although Byul has fallen asleep! And if you’re gonna apologize so much, I’m seriously going to block your number.

He quickly sent another text. 

Haha, sorry- oops I did it again, oh gosh!

You laughed at that, and again texted him to calm down. Then you saw the message that Jimin had sent first. Why would he think that you and Namjoon had fought? You had parted ways quite peacefully last evening when he had dropped you both home after your exploration of the park. 

Nope… we haven’t fought. Is something wrong?

You waited for the reply, and it pinged up. 

Oh. I assumed wrongly… he’s just a little sad. Idk he’s behaving the same way he did when you guys would quarrel earlier.

Sad?

Really? How is he behaving?

Again a pause.

He’s not talking, just staring at the world without seeing anything, and chugging down his drink. He couldn’t even record the song we were supposed to record today properly. He kept fumbling up the rap. Quite unusual on his part, that’s why I wanted to ask you.

Oh. This was really unusual. You had never known that he would react like this to your quarrels, and while it made you guiltily happy that your fights would affect him like this earlier, it spread a dark feeling in your mind now. Why was he behaving like this? What was on his mind?

Before you could reply, another text pinged up. 

I’m didn’t want to bother you, Y/N. Just wondered out aloud, and I guess it's making you worry. Please don’t worry too much, we’ll take care of him. Goodnight!

You sighed. It was so truly Jimin to not want to make you worry. You fought the physical urge to walk out of Sana’s house and drive straight to wherever Namjoon was to hug and talk to him to bring him to a better mental state. 

Instead, you walked up to Sana, into the kitchen. “Hey, see what Jimin just texted me.” As you showed her the chats, you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach. You were feeling so helpless and clueless. And a bad friend. A bad wife. A bad lover. A bad ex-wife even. You were just so, so pathetic. 

And that’s why, when the tears started pouring out, you didn’t stop them. You just let Sana hold you in her arms, while you made her shoulder wet with your sobs. The pain just wouldn’t stop. 

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15 | Found Family

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x f!Reader

Satoru takes you to meet Megumi and Tsumiki for a day of fun

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“Do you have a queen?”

“I don’t think so.” The boy with spiky jet black hair, akin to a sea urchin, across from you says quietly as you inspect his ant farm.

You’re squinting, turning the small square container around on the table, “I don’t see one. Maybe we’ll get lucky, and we can find one today.” You smile at him, happy he finally said something to you after the better part of a half an hour.

“You look kind of silly.”

“Wow. When did you get so rude?” Satoru complains, “I expect that from your brother, but from you? That really hurts.”

Megumi’s been watching you with a dull expression since you walked in, eyes flickering over to Satoru and Tsumiki every so often where they sit behind you.

Really, you can’t blame the kid. He’s never met anyone, anything, like you before. You’d be curious and confused too if an anomaly suddenly walked into your life - one where you’re already a minority with superhuman abilities.

You’d know because that did happen, so you followed him.

Now, that man sits on the small couch behind you, in a tiny apartment on the second floor while Tsumiki grabs sections of his hair putting them in small colored hair ties, spiking his hair out in a similar fashion as Megumi’s. She’s giggling and laughing while messing up his “perfectly styled hair,” as he had called it; Satoru’s laughing too, but you can also feel his gaze on the back of your head, assessing Megumi’s reaction to you.

There hasn’t been one, so to speak. Tsumiki easily took a liking to you but the younger boy doesn’t seem to have feelings about you one way or the other… as far as you can tell.

“Why did you come here?” Megumi finally asks.

Behind you, Satoru sighs, “it’s been a while since I’ve come here to visit. Thought it would be good to make sure you two hadn’t burned the place down.”

In complete honesty, it was your idea to visit them at their place. Satoru wanted to bring them over to his apartment but you thought they might feel a bit more comfortable in their own space.

It’s been three months since everything happened with Suguru and the cultists who tried to sacrifice you. During that time, there have been a lot of conversations with the higher ups, a ton of paperwork (all of which Satoru was unsuccessful in threatening Ijichi to do for him). On top of all that, Satoru has been forced to do extra missions as a form of punishment for having killed several non-sorcerers, despite his arguments about how they were a threat and already knew of the Jujutsu world.

There was also some talk about firing you. About how you’ve proven to be more of a liability than originally anticipated with the whole Nanami and cultists incident, the higher ups wanted to reinstate your execution. Those conversations didn’t last long - all you know is Satoru would go to meet with them, tell you what they were talking about and then one day he said that conversation was over.

If you had to guess, he probably threatened to Hollow Purple each and every one of them out of existence unless they dropped the subject.

Due to his missions taking up a good portion of his time recently, there hasn’t been a lot of time for anything extra between the two of you, though that hasn’t stopped you from being at his place more than your own at this point. Satoru has opened up to you more as well, usually late at night or early morning conversations when he’s just getting home and laying in bed before falling asleep.

He’s talked about his childhood, and what it was like growing up in one of the three major clans, how his views are drastically different from the other clans, and even within his own. Satoru has also shared a lot of stories about Suguru, and their time at Jujutsu Tech as students. You’ve been letting him talk, open up to you at his own pace, not trying to push for any more than he’s ready to give.

Despite everything, Satoru slipped into the boyfriend role pretty seamlessly. And maybe it shouldn’t have been as much of a surprise considering everything that led up to your conversations that night over the Tokyo skyline.

It took a few weeks, but eventually you told him about the mission you had gone on with Suguru, all of the ins and outs without sparing any details, including everything he had said about you and Satoru. He wasn’t really surprised, after Suguru left he figured that’s what happened, after discovering everything Suguru was hiding.

Satoru held you close as you apologized for not telling him sooner. He wished you had told him so a wedge wouldn’t have been driven between you before kissing your forehead with the reminder that even if you had said something sooner, it wouldn’t have stopped Suguru. He was already too far gone and he was always going to defect, no matter what.

Now all there is, is to move on.

“Alright, let’s make dinner!” Satoru claps his hands together, beaming at the kids before standing up from the couch. The elastic bands still in his hair, colors making a sea of rainbow in his ivory hair.

“What the fuck? I thought we were taking them to the aquarium.”

“Ah-ah, language, little missy.” Satoru smirks before tapping the tip of your nose and you think you could really kill him at this moment. 

“You’re so…” you’re gritting your teeth, nostrils flared that he just decided to change plans without your knowledge.

You had spent the last week coming up with activities to do with the kids so they can get out of their tiny apartment for a while. Also, secretly, you had planned the day around the things they liked, based on information provided by Ijichi, to try and increase the odds of them liking you.

“He’s annoying.” Megumi states, voice monotone, unsurprised by Satoru’s antics.

“One time Gojo said he was going to take us shopping for food but he only took us to sweet shops.” Tsumiki chimes in.

You tilt your head, looking over at Satoru and wonder how he’s managed to take care of himself over the years, let alone literal children.

“I’m making all of you dinner, and this is the thanks I get?” He almost sounds offended.

“Oh god. You’re cooking? Kids, we’re probably going to die.”

“Not you too,” Satoru points dramatically, making Tsumiki laugh.

“Um, Gojo. We haven’t gone shopping yet, so we don’t have a lot here,” she adds hesitantly, trying really hard not to bring his spirit down.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I went shopping last night and brought everything over afterwards.”

You look at him with wide eyes, the only sound filling the room as everyone stares at him is when you loudly click your tongue.

“Please tell me you didn’t go shopping while I was asleep at your place, and brought everything over, entering their house unannounced in the middle of the night without their knowledge.”

Satoru’s eyes are wide, shifting between yours and the kids for a moment, “uh, no. I didn’t.”

“No?”

“Mhm. Nope.”

“Megumi, he’s worse than annoying. He’s insufferable.”

Satoru’s excited about attempting to make dinner tonight for everyone, though you are legitimately worried about how well he’ll do.

At first, you thought he would be a great cook because he’s cooked for you a few times in the mornings you stayed over at his place, before you started dating. After your mission with Nanami and you were staying at his place full time, you quickly learned that wasn’t the case.

Satoru thought you were still asleep late one morning. He quietly left his apartment, went down the street and picked up food for lunch. You found him in the kitchen, back turned to the staircase taking the food out of the containers and into pans and baking dishes, as if he had spent time cooking the food himself.

He quickly admitted that wasn’t his finest moment, and confessed he’s not a great cook either. Though, if he actually tried, you’re sure he could cook just about anything and it would turn out decent.

The kids are in the living room, playing with their toys - Tsumiki with stuffed animals and Megumi is playing with some Legos Satoru had given them a while back. Watching them, you wished you knew what the real plan for today was going to be so the two of you could have stopped and gotten them a few new things.

Satoru is in the kitchen humming as he lays out all of the ingredients for dinner. There’s a grin on his face, probably thinking that he’s about to cook a gourmet dinner and it’ll result in everyone jumping in his arms and singing his praises for years to come.

If his ego wasn’t so big you’d be a little worried that his spirits are likely going to be crushed when everyone tries his food. It’s nice to see him like this though. More relaxed than he’s been in weeks, the serious tone he’s had to don for several weeks is no longer present. His shoulders are relaxed, eyes as bright as you’ve ever seen them.

Part of it is a mask, covering his feelings of his best friend trying to kill his girlfriend and forever leaving his side, but at the same time, he’s also truly happy to be where he is right now in this moment.

You’re sitting at the little table just outside the galley kitchen that serves as the dining room watching as Satoru searches the cabinets and cupboards in the tiny space, looking for a rice cooker and pan. There’s no rice cooker, and you’re shocked he hadn’t considered they didn’t own one and just brought his obvious brand-new, never been touched one from his place. You say nothing as he decides to grab a pot and fill it a quarter of the way full with water, and then dump half the bag of rice inside the pot, bringing the water to the brim.

Pursing your lips, you watch as he fidgets with the stove for a moment before turning it on with too wide of a smile plastered on his face.

“Do you even know the basics of cooking?” You ask as he cracks a few eggs into a bowl and then dumps most of the contents of a tub of breadcrumbs into the bowl of un-whisked eggs.

“I mean, I saw the servants do it all the time growing up. Can’t be that hard.”

“Uh huh…”

He looks at you over his shoulder, filling a measuring cup full of water, “do you know how to cook?”

“Better than you at least, I'm sure.”

“Wanna help? Could be romantic.” He wiggles his eyebrows before turning off the tap, water splashing out of the sides of the measuring cup.

“I think I’m just going to watch you do all the work, actually.” You say, putting your legs up on the chair across from you, folding your arms trying not to laugh at the mess he’s already created.

“What else is new?” He grumbles under his breath, but unfortunately you heard him.

Your mouth drops open, unable to believe what he just said as you scoff, “excuse me?”

“Oh, was that mean?” He turns around leaning against the kitchen counter with a flirtatious grin, “guess you’ll just have to come over here and punish me.”

Rather than giving him the satisfaction of replying, you glare before crossing your arms and walking out of the dining room into the cramped hall that leads down to the bedrooms. Inside a petite closet you find a few board games and decide to grab one of them and bring it to the coffee table in the living room.

“Have you guys ever played Monopoly?” You ask as both the kids watch you take a seat on the floor, dumping out the contents of the box.

They both shake their heads before you beckon them over to join you - Tsumiki happily stops brushing the hair of her doll and plops down next to you while Megumi groans, rolling his eyes opting to sit across from you on the floor.

You guide them both to select their pawn charms - Megumi chooses the dog, Tsumiki takes the ship and you aimlessly grab for your own, which ends up being the wheelbarrow.

Doing your best, you walk them through how to play as Satoru curses a few times from the kitchen area, utensils clattering around with whatever he’s currently making.

Tsumiki is glad to ask questions along the way as you do a practice round so they can get the hang of it, asking what happens when you Pass Go, or land in jail vs getting a go to jail card. Megumi is quiet and listens, a dull expression on his face with each turn, but begrudgingly he moves his pieces and quietly reads the cards he draws during his turn.

Satoru had warned you prior to coming over, that Megumi would be more quiet, probably wouldn’t say a lot and don’t be surprised if he ends up not liking you right away. Essentially Megumi is a tough egg to crack, and that’s mostly the reason you spent so much time and energy trying to tailor the day to things he would ultimately enjoy, knowing Tsumiki would be happy no matter what was planned.

A frustrated sigh leaves your lips at how your boyfriend decided to change plans without having a discussion about it first but it’s quickly forgotten when Satoru walks into the room, wrapping his arms around your shoulders watching each of you take a quick turn. 

“Satoru, I think somethings burning,” you say quietly as he nuzzles into your hair smelling the distinctive scent of something that’s been frying on the stove for entirely too long.

“It’s not. Dinners ready whenever you guys want to come sit.”

“You turned off the stove? Because something is definitely burning.”

Satoru chuckles quietly before standing, making his way into the kitchen where you hear a soft click of the stove being shut off because he didn’t turn off one of the burners.

Hesitantly, you all make your way to the dining room table and take a seat where Satoru had plated all of the food. Oddly enough, nothing looks burned. It actually looks quite edible and with the plate of food sitting under your nose, it actually smells delicious too.

Which is shocking all on its own for several reasons: the lack of whisking the eggs, dumping the breadcrumbs right into the egg bowl, how there was no flour in sight for whatever meat he was planning on adding a crust to. There’s more you heard him complain about while cooking but you try not to think about it.

Looking up to him, you give him a proud smile regardless before deciding to try the safest option on the plate first: rice.

You’re not sure how he managed when he added way too much rice and way too much water but it looks light and fluffy regardless. It’s hard to mess up rice really, so you try a small bite -

“This is disgusting. I’m not eating it.” Megumi says, putting his utensils back on the table and grimacing.

He’s absolutely correct - somehow this is simultaneously undercooked and burned at the same time. You purse your lips, watching Satoru’s reaction as he knits his brows together, popping a piece of meat in his mouth before quickly, and dramatically, spitting it back out.

Tsumiki giggles when Satoru claps his hands together exclaiming he’s going to take everyone out to dinner instead. You and Megumi share a look before rolling your eyes.

After the little dinner mishap, you decided to take charge instructing Satoru where to take everyone for dinner. A cute little ramen shop down the road from a nearby park where you currently sit in the grass watching several ants pass by, carefully watching to see if a queen happens to walk by to add to Megumi’s ant farm.

Satoru and Tsumiki are running around, playing tag, spinning on the roundabout. Satoru is entirely way too tall to fit comfortably on the slides, but that doesn’t stop him from going down them anyway.

You’re next to Megumi, who didn’t want to play on the park equipment, but rather he used his curse technique to release two dogs and let them run around for a while as he keeps a watchful eye on them.

One of the dogs is fluffy and black, chasing Satoru around, having the time of its life, while the white one sits next to Megumi on the ground, as if it’s protecting him.

It’s amusing, seeing Satoru being chased by the black dog while the white dog prefers to be calm and next to Megumi at all times. It’s the exact opposite of the two boys, but yet oddly similar. 

“What are you?” Megumi asks, not looking at you but rather looking off in the distance as he picks at several blades of grass before petting the dog next to him.

You do your best to explain what you had just learned a few months ago, telling him about how you met Satoru in hopes of being able to find that answer for yourself one day. You also tell him the story of what happened, what the cultists goal was and that ultimately, it was Satoru who had come to save you.

You're conscious there may be some boundaries you’re unaware of, so you opt to omit parts of the story and strip it down to bare bones, just giving the facts of what you were told, leaving the more gory details to Satoru to explain one day, should the conversation ever come up again.

“He’s okay.” Megumi says quietly. You tilt your head towards him slightly, watching him pick at the blades of grass once again. He’s pretending like he’s not watching Satoru and Tsumiki, but you can tell he is by the way his eyes keep shifting up, tracking their movements.

“Yeah, he is. Isn’t he?” You reply quietly, “shit teacher though.” The ends of Megumi’s lip curls up ever so slightly, finally gracing you with a soft smile.

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Back to lore: oh dang, Seth was 🤏 close to losing his title to Dean Ambrose, Dean won the match at Elimiation Chamber by countout and took off with Seth's belt

Seth's PISSED

"not one of the best, THE best"

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God seeing Seth's confidence slip, his tiny little "I don't?"

He talks a big game but he's really just a lil guy who yearns to be praised

That's how Randy got him isn't it, just said nice things to him and Seth MELTED

(Wait, that's how Cody got him too lol, back in the day when Cody was someone Seth saw as higher on the ladder than him, he just showed him respect publicly and probably said something nice in the locker room)

Hi Chelsea

Seth lost his match with J&J because Dean baited him with his belt, but then Dean hit him with a finisher and took the belt back, Seth is suffering humiliation after humiliation, and I'm just picturing him texting Cody like telling him to meet him in his room, obviously Cody has a spare room key, and just like, walking in and not even saying hello or anything just immidiately like, taking off his belt or something as he rages about Kane and Dean and J&J and Roman and all this shit he's being put through (none of it is his fault, obviously) and just like undressing while he complains and finally notices Cody's just sitting there and is like, "what are you doing? come on" and Cody gets up and is like yeah this isn't going to work for me and Seth's like, wait man where you going? Or something, like he's so self absorbed he doesn't see an issue with it At All but then he can convince Cody to stay by apologizing and being Seth Sincere (tm) or something

[@joanofarcisdead: "also oh my god imagine this with stardust though like stardust is literally new to earth and he doesn’t understand humans or human emotions a lot but he knows he likes seth and he doesn’t like seth being sad"]

Because you /know/ it's happened more than once lol Cody being like, you know what? you deal with him so it's just plain clothes, no face paint Cody sitting there with red eyes and a big smile lmao, also Stardust is delighted by violence and anger, so like, him completely missing the reason Seth is undressing and instead misinterpreting it as anger time, yay! Maybe Seth punches a wall or something while he's venting and Stardust just like, throws something like 😀

another thought: but also to your point about Seth being sad, if he ever like, got vulnerable enough to shed a tear in front of Stardust?? Like Stardust wiping it from his cheek and being able to empathize with him on an emotional level because he's expirienced it through Cody's sadness, but still being curious, sorry to keep relating him to a kid but literally like a child being like, what's wrong, why are you sad? Like they know what sad is, they've felt it but they don't totally understand it

But if Stardust can experience Cody's sadness and stuff, if he can /feel/ what Cody feels, although maybe not totally feel it for himself (yet, it would probably come with enough time) that would mean he would have access to the ~feelings~ Cody has for Seth that he keeps hidden, he would know Cody's secret~ (that he's kinda in love with Seth even though he won't admit it and pretends he's not) but wouldn't be able to understand /why/ Cody feels these things, just that he feels something specific toward Seth

Also also also, Cody and Seth experiencing being "in love" in two different ways? Like Cody's a romantic little guy, he feels things deeply and falls fast, but he's had his heart broken so many times and never had a good, healthy relationship that lasted* so he's closed himself off to it as much as he can? And wants to keep things with Seth casual because he knows Seth's just going to end up hurting him BECAUSE Seth doesn't know how to love in a healthy way? Like, he's very self absorbed and assumes Cody knows how he feels about him, how could he not? Seth shows up, doesn't he? there is zero communication between them about stuff, Seth thinks they're good and Cody knows he loves him, Cody doesn't think Seth's into him beyond a casual thing (which is how he wants it to stay, regardless of his feelings, so why would he bring it up?) ((which is why Cody just dips without saying anything))

(*outside of Eden/Brandi, and while I think their in universe marriage came about Very Quickly and seemed like something they both jumped into without really knowing each other (and started out as a very like, marriage of convenience sugar daddy/trophy wife, sort of thing after Cody's traumatic breakup with Damien, but I think they quickly became friends and eventually like, started an actual romantic relationship and I think they both love each other very much and she's the only healthy and lasting romantic relationship he's had, even if he was seeing other people on the side (at least Seth, idk about the indy/aew years), but that's something she knew going into the marraige and relationship and she supports him fully (I don't know much about Brandi's character outside of the ring announcing and stuff on the JBL show but she also might be seeing people on the side, we'll see (again, this is all In Universe, I'm not speculating on the real people's marriage at all)

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SWEET TALK

(JOHN B. ROUTLEDGE ONE-SHOT)

This is not a full on story but if you want more I’ll be happy to add on upon request

Plot: in which John B meets a girl at a bonfire after his breakup with Sarah

Setting: S2; bonfire scene

Visuals:

Gwyneth was at a bonfire that was being thrown by some kids at her school, one that she’d came to with her friends but hadn’t seen in a while. The girl didn’t care though, she didn’t mind being by herself where she could observe everyone and sip her drink.

A curse left her lips as she swatted yet another mosquito off of her soft, brown skin. The humid air of the outer banks inhabited all kinds of mosquitoes that loved the vanilla scent she was obsessed with spritzing all over her body. She would take a million bug bites over smelling like absolutely nothing.

Her head was down as she examined the red skin on her thigh obviously not quick enough to avoid actually getting bitten this time. What she didn’t expect was to be sent flying towards the ground as if she weighed nothing, a small squeal leaving her mouth.

“Shit, I am so sorry.” A deep yet familiar voice rushed out.

Gwyn looked up to see none other than John B. Routledge with his hand extended towards her with a sorrowful look on his face. “You’re good I suppose.”

Accepting his hand, another gasp left her as he pulled her up just as easily as he’d knocked her over. This guy had a grip on him, the same grip he’d been accused of killing Sheriff Peterkin with not too long ago, but now he seemed to be a free man.

His little friend group seemed to have a lot of strange things going on that they always managed to get away with but I doubt John B, the golden boy, killed a fucking cop.

“I swear that was an accident.” He promised with urgency still in his voice, like he was trying to avoid upsetting her at all costs.

A tiny laugh left her lips at his nervous demeanor, could he not act normal around people that weren’t in his inner circle.

“Hm, well I would hope you didn’t intentionally tackle me like a full on line backer.” Gwyn joked trying to lighten the mood, successfully prompting a chuckle out of him. “Where were you in such a hurry to that you’re knocking helpless girls over like bowling pins, John B?”

“I’m actually avoiding someone who invited me here, Gwyn.” He taunted, the nerves he once had completely vanishing.

She quirked her eyebrow, slightly surprised at the use of her name from the troublesome boy. “You know my name?”

The two of them went to different schools with Gwyneth being a kook and John B a pogue. Her family didn’t make being in the higher part of society their entire personality but she also found solace where she was having a small friend group at her school.

She wasn’t an uptight priss that thought she was better than anyone, she could befriend a pogue, it just seemed like they weren’t too keen on befriending someone like her.

Which she couldn’t fault them for, the kook reputation proceeded her.

“Of course I do, JJ thinks you’re the hottest girl walking the island.” The boy informed despite his eyes continuously dropping down to glance at her body that was covered in a tight little knit dress that stopped about mid thigh.

When she caught his gaze again he didn’t falter from being caught in the act of checking the girl out, a shameless look on his features as if he was silently saying ‘can you blame me?’

“Really? What else does JJ think about me?” She asks with a suggestive tone, his eyebrows raising telling her he caught on to what exactly she was getting at.

A wave of heat washed over her as he took a step towards her figure, definitely in her personal space but not touching her at all.

“He thinks the way your body looks in anything you wear should be a fucking hazard to the whole town.” He said with a low voice at an obvious attempt to sound sexy, and she would be lying if she said it didn’t send a couple shivers down her spine.

“-Don’t let me forget how he goes on about your scent, and how every time you walk by you have the power to cause a trail of men to follow in suit.” A short laugh leaving his lips.

She watched him as he leaned into her with his eyes closed, not sure if she should be weirded out that he was in fact smelling her neck, this had been the first time they’d actually spoken to each other after all.

“Do I smell like all your favorite things?” She whispers in his ear that was now adjacent to her mouth. The hum he let out vibrated her entire body, almost making her forget what she was about to say, “Anything like Sarah, John B?”

“Oh, you’re funny for that one.” He said as he pulled away but not taking any steps back to create some distance. He ran a hand through his sun kissed hair causing his barely buttoned shirt to open up even more than it already was putting his abs on display.

The boy always looked like he’d stepped out of a sauna, his skin illuminating in the light from the fire across the way from us. “You thought I would let you sweet talk me while having a girlfriend?”

“We’re broken up, Gwyn, I’m sure it’s hot gossip at Kook Academy.” He rolled his eyes. She wasn’t sure if the disgust in his tone was directed at her or how superficial the academy is.

She chose to ignore it, figuring he was still a little sensitive from his breakup, any guy would be devastated at losing the kook princess, Sarah Cameron.

“Yeah, broken up for like two seconds.” She smirked.

Getting sick of standing there and staring at each-other, she decided to lay back against the car they were standing in front of, gazing up at the stars. “The North Star is shining brighter than usual tonight don’t you think?”

Gwyn was met with silence as she looked over to see John B gazing up at the sky with an indistinguishable look on his face, something obviously on his mind.

“Oh shit, don’t tell me that’s like you and Sarah’s star or something.” She partially joked but all amusement fell from her features as she looked over to see he was already gazing at her.

“Yeah, it was our star, now let’s stop talking about her, I’m talking to you right now.” He practically begged.

The shift in his voice at the last part making her body tingle again despite her trying to run him off. While he was definitely still trying to reel her in while still obviously being hung up on his freshly made ex-girlfriend.

“I just don’t want to get involved in any mess is all, the wound is just too fresh.” She sighs.

“So if I were to be honest with you and tell you I didn’t think it’s the end of me and her, you would reject any advances because you don’t want to get strung along, you want something sustainable with me, Gwyn?” He’d managed to flip the script on me within a second, a stupid smirk now on his face.

“No! I just don’t want to get in the way if you plan to get back together with her in a few days, fuck sustainability.” I scoff, having no idea where this was coming from. Why did all males think women had attachment issues and couldn’t fuck and dump just as easily as they did, “You two are too attractive of an couple not be crawling back to each other by next week, it’s simple science.”

To her surprise the smirk on his face grew at her words, still not deterring him whatsoever, “So you think I’m cute then?”

“-that’s the besides the point, John B.” She groaned, finding it difficult to stop the smile that was forming on her lips.

He moved from his spot beside the girl, now standing in front of her body. She didn’t like the feeling of him towering over her while she relaxed on the warm metal of the car so she propped herself up on her elbows.

“Nah, I think it’s important we establish that right now, I already told you what JJ thinks about you,” he teased, referring to him eyeing me up and masking his apparent attraction for me through his best friend, “and the only way you could get in the way was if Sarah was any where on my radar, and she isn’t the girl that’s got me feining at the moment.

“Oh, for real?”

“For real.” He answers, his legs now touching her glowing brown ones.

She hooked one of her fingers in the waist band to the board shorts he was wearing not really invading any territory and looked up at him through her lashes, “So if we were to kiss you wouldn’t run away feeling all guilty and dirty?”

“No, Gwyn, you had me sniffing you like a dog a few minutes ago for God’s sake and I’m still here.” He groaned seeming to get more impatient with the girl.

She was just fucking with him at this point, and he was catching on to it rather fast, “You having some weird scent fetish and kissing me is two completely different things, John b.”

Just as he was catching on to her games, she could read into his too, not at all shaken when his two hands dropped down beside her head, caging her beneath him, and she couldn’t bring herself to say she hated being in this position.

“I guess we’re going to have to find out, yeah?” He mumbled, leaning further into her body, their lower halves brushing the other.

His face was just a few inches above hers as he tore his eyes away from her’s to glance at her plump lips, Gwyn wetting them with her tongue off instinct. He looked back up at her silently asking for permission, “Yeah, I guess you’re right, JB.”

A moan immediately left her throat as he conjoined their lips together, John b also letting out a deep groan at the feeling of her soft pink lips against his.

Gwyn broke the kiss, pushing him off to drag them on the other side of the car since they weren’t too far from the bonfire, not that she planned on getting drunk and nasty outside with a boy she’d just met.

His lips attached themselves to her neck, trailing light kisses down her collarbone as his back hit the window, “Shit, I think I’ve got more then a scent fetish when it comes to you, Gwyn.”

His words went straight to her vagina as he whispered against her skin, not being able to take his lips off of her. “Stop trying to butter me up.”

She released a high pitched moan as she grabbed his face to pull him from her shoulder, her skin sliding from between his teeth, making her writh from the feel of it. The two stared at each other in silence, Gwyn grinding against him liking the way he struggled to not let his eyes roll to the back of his head as he looked down at her.

The boy dove down to kiss her again at the feeling of her rolling her hips against his yet again, torturing him beyond lengths while barely doing anything to him. She melted into him even more as he ran his hands up her arms to meet her hands that were resting on the sides of his face, squeezing her small ones.

A hum left her lips as she guided their hands down the sides of her body, John B pulling her even tighter against his body if that was possible. A grunt passed through his lips when she removed her hands once his had gotten to her ass, Gwyn swore she felt his dick grow against her at the feel of it.

“Are you an ass guy, John B?” She asked against his lips, his mouth falling open when he squeezed the thick flesh, wasting no time to knead it, “It’s a little more than what you’re used to, can you handle it?”

The thing growing between his legs that was pressing against her thigh spoke for itself, “Fuck, yes.” He dragged out, smacking her ass in the process.

That had her clenching in areas she hadn’t planned on stimulating tonight when she agreed to attend this party with her friends, but she wasn’t as far gone as John B, he probably didn’t even know where he was anymore.

“I’m sure you could, and maybe I would’ve let you find out if you didn’t tackle me to the ground earlier.” She says, placing her hands on his chest and pulling their mouths apart.

“You being serious, Gwyn?” He groaned, but thankfully didn’t look too pissed off. He didn’t seem like the type to force a girl into doing something she didn’t want to, otherwise she wouldn’t have let him kiss her.

“I mean yeah, we just met, what do you take me for?” I give him a toothy grin.

Her eyes struggled not to flicker to his bulge between them as his hands remained on her ass, just holding her against him. “You’re such a tease, but I think you know that already, huh?”

“John B, is that you back there?” A deep voice made us jump.

Our heads snapping to the origin to see Pope staring at our position with wide eyes, John B finally dropping his hands from the girls backside and clearing his throat as she moved away from him, “Yeah, what’s up man?”

“Um, Sarah is looking for you, her and JJ have been searching everywhere, I see you’ve been occupied though.“ shock obvious in his voice.

His friends probably had just gotten used to him being with Sarah for all this time, and now here he was with yet another kook, this guy obviously had a type.

“Dude, there you are, we thought some kook kidnapped your ass.” JJ’s voice catching our attention as he walked over with a beer in his hand and Sarah trailing behind.

He was definitely with a kook, but he was here voluntarily no matter how many time she’d tried to send him away. “Nah, JJ, Pope and I have just been over here talking with Gwyn.”

Sarah gave me a friendly smile as I gave her a small wave—I hadn’t seen her at school since everything went down with her dad—but I guess she was here to distract herself, and here I was macking on her ex-boyfriend.

And, she didn’t need to know that, partially relieved at how easily John B had lied about what he’d been doing over here and roping his poor friend into it as well.

“What’s up, Gwyn?” JJ greeted, the stars in his eyes confirming what John B had said earlier about him thinking I was hot shit was in fact true.

I could feel John B shifting beside me, that problem between his legs not being relieved whatsoever.

“I’m good JJ, your friend was just telling about your little crush.” I smirk, the said friend awkwardly clearing his throat at my words.

“That’s kind of fucked up John B, but hey I got no shame baby.” He shrugged, taking another swig of his beer, making me smile, JJ was the most likeable person to ever exist.

I gave John B one final glance before moving away from the car, hoping he’d gotten that hard-on he was sporting taken care of, the look in his eyes told me I’d landed myself right in the middle of the wake of a disastrous hurricane.

“You want to walk with me to get one of those?” I asked, gesturing towards the bottle in JJ’s hand, wanting to get away from this awkward situation.

Thank God , Kiara wasn’t over here, she definitely would’ve sensed something was up. Sarah obviously had a few drinks under her belt so she hadn’t questioned us at all.

“You drink beer? Now that’s hot.” JJ smirked before dragging me away, taking me away from the storm I’d just help create.

At least for now.

[thotsforvillainrights]

~Going to the fair with the league of villains~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-The One who gets lost as soon as you start walking:

This is Twice for sure. That’s why he has to hold hands with Toga or Magne because he gets sidetracked looking at all the different booths. It’s a lot going on for him. One time they all went to the fair and lost Twice within 10 minutes of being there because he stopped walking to stare at some kid trying to win a goldfish instead of following the rest of the group. They kept calling but his phone was on silent. Eventually they found him at the bumper car station repeatedly ramming his car into some poor child that couldn’t turn their wheel fast enough.

-The One who is a dare devil and rides every ride there:

Tomura and Magne 100% The other members might ride a few things here and there but it’s Tomura and Magne that take on the entire fair. “If I paid to get in here, you can be damn sure I’m not wasting my money by walking around. No offense to you guys.” Magne says before she’s strapped into a ride that will take her dozens of feet into the air and turn her upside down. Tomura rides everything terrifying with a complete straight face. It’s actually funny to watch while everyone else is screaming with their hands up, he’s calmly going with the motions of the rides. 

-The One who wants to sit and watch the little performances instead of anything else:

Compress, Kurogiri, and Mustard. These three seem to be drawn toward the various magic shows, dare devil motorcycle feats, fire twirling, and whatnot. They quietly watch and chat amongst themselves about it while the rest of the League members are having fun. It’s rare you’d ever get any of them to ride anything with you. Maybe, just MAYBE you could get one of them on the Ferris wheel but that’s a big “if” yknow? Other than that, they came for the shows and they will not miss them for anything in the world.

-The One who came just for the petting zoo:

Toga absolutely fits the bill. Yes she loves a few of the rides, but her main goal is the petting zoo. She could spend an hour in that cramped/stinky area just petting on the various animals there and taking lots of pictures. It’s the same with the zoo but that’s a different story. She also shells out every quarter in her pocket just so she can keep filling up her tiny plastic cup with animal food to feed them. She named every animal there and she feels a special connection with the Coatimundi they let crawl on her shoulders. Not to mention the fact she’s considered trying to slip a baby duckling out of there in her cardigan pocket as well.

-The One who came just for the food:

Spinner, Muscular, and Moonfish. Yeah they’ll ride the rides of they feel like it but the real reason they showed up was to eat till their hearts content. I’m willing to bet money Spinner will go through 7 chicken on a stick before he’s had enough. Muscular destroys those giant smoked Turkey legs and Moonfish...oh man. The booth cooks are scared when he comes up again and again. They’re running low on onion rings. He won’t stop asking for onion rings. Fuck why won’t this guy stop asking for onion rings?!

-The One who spends all their money on the fair games and gets pissed off when they keep losing:

Also Shigaraki. When he’s taking breaks from the rides, he stops at booths and stares while other people play. He’s trying to analyze how it works so he could try and beat it. Once he’s stood there looking menacing, he’s going to give it a go. The booth is rigged of course. He ends up standing there for most of the night, alternating between the rides and the bathroom before coming back to try again and again. He’s very competitive and when he doesn’t win something he gets the overwhelming urge to decay the booth, prizes, and the workers too. “No...not today...not yet.” He grumbles to himself after losing for the 20th time that night.

-The One who makes you pull over the car on the way back home so they can throw up:

Dabi. He got on one ride near the end of the night before it was time to go. That was a fucking mistake on his part. He chose to try out the zero gravity ride that spins fast as hell in a circle. You know the one? He’s dizzy and nauseous considering he ate before he got on the ride. He makes Spinner pull the car over at the end of the night so he can vomit on the side of the road next to a bank parking lot. I feel so bad for the late night workers that saw him through the glass window. They were too frozen to even call the cops on the League. “How in the hell can one man puke so much???”

-The One who spent their money on the stupidest shit there:

Toga and Twice. These two once went through 100$ at the fair. Want to know what they purchased that they thought was more essential than anything else? Okay here goes: a bubble wand, a sticker pack, 4 inflatable dolphins, a cowboy hat with glitter on the rim, a caricature, two matching toddler backpacks with puppies printed on them, a giant horse plush (they named Todd by the way), three wooden necklaces, glowsticks, and a shit ton of rubber ducks. God only knows what the hell they planned on using it for.

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Really stupid idea but beckett and camilo would be kinda cute together😭

Oh no I agree. And I'll fucking prove it-

"I don't like him."

"You've talked to him like once."

"Once was enough."

"He literally only said hi, my name is Beckett."

"And I continue to be disappointed by his existence."

Mirabel gave him a look as he set the guest plate for the table. Her boyfriend was coming over for dinner, and Camilo, for whatever reason, couldn't stand it. She liked HIS girlfriend, even though she coddled him, a bit. Said girl smacked him upside the head as she added bowls of cream and avocado to the table.

"Stupid, stop being mean. Don't pay attention to him, Mira, he's just worried Bug Boy is gonna take you away from him."

Camilo gave a 'what the fuck' look at his girlfriend.

"Yo who's side are you on?"

"Common sense. Now,"

She stopped at the sound of the doorbell, before motioning for him to get up and go.

"Go answer the door, be a good host while Mira helps us in the kitchen."

"But-"

"Boy, say one word and no dessert for your ass."

He rolled his eyes, before getting up and leaving. Dulce stood there for a moment, before calling out to the front door.

"The real Mira is in here, Beckett!"

"Thank you, Dulce! Thought the real one was mad at me!"

Dulce rolled her eyes before taking Mirabel to the kitchen, where everyone was cooking. Pepa chuckled as she cut the vegetables.

"Don't be so hard on him, mija. You're his favorite cousin, he worries you'll stop hanging out with him if there's another boy in the house."

Luisa raised a brow as she started to pour drinks to take to the table.

"I'd take that over him teasing Donnie. I'm not saying he'd punch him, I'm just saying he'd break something."

Julieta put the masa on the stove top, wiping her hands.

"None of you should worry. Put men in a room long enough, they'll bond. I mean, it took forever, but Bruno eventually bonded with Agustín after a sleepover. It'll happen when Camilo matures. Eventually."

"Mamá, they don't have anything in common!"

"They both love you. That's enough. Now come on, let's get them out of the living room, get some food in them."

They finished setting up the table, and Mirabel and Dulce walked into the living room, ready to break up a fight between the three men.

"Holy. Shit."

Mirabel couldn't believe what she was seeing. Their living room was dimly lit thanks to Casita, and everything was cleared out for some kind of arena. And every single man in the household, was completely strapped in pillows. Including Hernando, who stood on the couch(chanclas off, obviously, he was fearless, but not ready to die), and was using his rat as a substitute for a microphone.

"And in THIS corner, weighing in at fourty seven pounds, he's tiny, he's mighty, he's got that animal instincts, give it for ANTONIOOOOOOO!"

Antonio stood in the corner, BARELY able to be seen underneath the mess of pillows that was attached to his little body. He lifted his little hands up as his dad and Agustín gave him applause. Hernando gestured to Donovan, who was SHAKING with anticipation.

"In this corner, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds, the kid with more anger problems than I have mommy issues, the bombshell blonde-DONOVAAAAAAN!"

Camilo leaned into his ear, and Hernando cleared his throat.

"I have just been informed that 'bombshell blonde' has a different meaning than I was aware of! Retracted, but carry on, and let's GO!"

Donovan banged his pillow covered fists as he knelt down to Antonio's level.

"You are going DOWN, little man! Let's make this quick-"

Donovan was about to make a move, before Antonio's panther, Parce, suddenly tackled him to the floor. Bruno was on it immediately, voice loud in the room.

"One! Two! Three! Four! That's it, he's done! Round goes to Antonio!!"

Donovan nudged the beast off of him, before punching the floor in frustration.

"Hey! We agreed no magic bullshit! He cheated!"

"Nuh uh! I used my gift because I have a handicap!"

"What fucking handicap?!"

"Mami told me to have a good day, and I can't do that if I got punched. So there."

Donovan looked to Beckett, who shrugged.

"I don't want to take it up with the weather woman. I say you suck it up."

Donovan growled in frustration before getting out of the ring. Upon realizing just what was really going on, Mirabel FINALLY said something.

"What are you guys DOING?"

Camilo turned his head towards Mirabel, and grinned.

"So me and Donovan were just gonna beat up Beckett-"

"Wait. I get why YOU'D do that, but why would Donovan?"

Donovan raised his hand from his seated spot on the floor.

"I will take any excuse to punch someone, no questions asked. Minus Lulu. Because I love her."

"Aw?"

"Pfft, gay. ANYWAY. Beckett decided on a compromise, so we're all wrestling each other in a way that Casita would let us do. So, pillow wrestling. We got Hernando as the announcer/ referee,"

Bruno lifted his hoodie up a bit in order to wave properly, before putting it right back down as Camilo continued.

"And me and Beckett are gonna tag team against dad and Agustín."

"...you were trying to beat him up twenty minutes ago."

"Things change. Now he's not your boyfriend anymore, he's my brother, fuck off."

Beckett grinned pridefully as he slid a pair of glasses over his face.

"Besides! We have matching shades now!"

"Beckett, I love you but- wait. Are those...MY glasses that you painted black? Can you even SEE through those things?"

"Oh not at all, I stubbed my toe like twice already- but I feel cool and I'm having a damn blast with my brother."

Everyone started to pool in to see what everyone was doing. Most of the women found it amusing, all the boys done up in pillows from head to toe. Then Abuela stepped in.

"What is going ON in here?"

Camilo gave her a wave, even though the direction was a bit off, given that he was now wearing the shades.

"Pillow wrestling! It was Beckett's super cool idea!"

"Where did you even GET all these pillows?"

"My room. You don't live if don't you live lavishly, Abuela."

Abuela huffed, clearly frowning upon the mess.

"I'm disappointed that the adults thought this was appropriate-!"

Donovan threw a pillow at her, smirking wildly.

"You worried you gonna bust a hip, granny?"

"...excuse me?"

"You heard me. Now you gonna let me talk shit, or am I gonna get hit?"

Everyone stood silent, expecting an outburst, when Abuela huffed, opening a hand out.

"Pillow me. Now."

"ESO ABUELA!!"

Félix laughed, immediately grabbing a bunch of pillows and helping Abuela get ready to defend her honor. Mirabel chuckled as she fixed both of their glasses so they could look at her.

"So. You two gonna behave together now?"

"Fuck yeah- dude's sitting next to ME at the table, prima."

"Easy now, there's two chairs right next to me. One for you, and one for my Miraposa~"

He leaned up to give her a little smooch, making her grin, and make him pretend to gag.

"You dunno where that's been, but alright my guy."

"Alright, someone pillow me, I'm kicking YOUR ASS."

[daincrediblegg]

2, 4, 28, 30, and 33 for the film questions!

2.Favorite director(s)?

Oh god there are so many to list and I know I’m going to forget so many but here we go- I’m also gonna include some showrunner directors in here bc honestly there are way more talented female directors making shows than there are those who make feature films and I need to give them credit for how much they inspire me too. Some of these may be painfully obvious and others not so much but here we go:

Guillermo Del Toro, Mike Flannagan, Peter Jackson, Hiyao Miyazaki, Akira Kurosawa, Orson Welles, Lily and Lana Watchowski, Todd Phillips, Wes Anderson, Robert Eggers, Bong Joon-Ho, Mel Brooks, Taika Watiti, The Coen Brothers, Jon Favreau, Terry Gilliam, Makoto Shinkai, Jim Henson, John Hughes, Chris AND Jonathan Nolan, Lisa Joy, Amy Sherman-Palladino, Noah Baumbach, Sergio Leone, Jordan Peele, Ari Aster, Jonathan E. Steinburg, Sam Mendez, Kenneth Branagh, Vince Gilligan, Spike Jonze, Spike Lee, Rian Johnson, Tarsem Singh, Billy Wilder, Alfred Hitchcock, Francis Ford Coppola and begrudgingly Quentin Tarantino (bc even tho he is way overrated in the film bro community he does make some fun movies it has to be said)

4.What’s a movie you watched over and over again as a child that you still love?

Another that I remember watching a LOT is legally blonde. When I started sleeping by myself at night my parents let me keep a tiny DVD player in my room and I used to watch movies on it to go to sleep (also bc I was afraid of the dark for a long ass time) and I distinctly remember Legally Blonde was the first one that I put on every night to sleep to lmao.

28.Recommend three completely different movies.

Aight. First if you haven’t seen Top Gun Maverick you should bc it’s all practical and that’s fucking insane to do and nobody else has made a flight movie like this ever. The original looks like fucking tinker toys in comparison I mean like literally but it walked so this film could fucking SOAR so… yeah. There u go.

Next is a deep cut: Bicycle Thieves. Italian Neo-Realism at its finest (which basically means none of the “actors” in it were career actors- just normal people, and no extras either- nothing is staged it’s all 100% just footage from the real world, and also probably the best child actor I’ve ever seen playing the kid in this ever. Also this was Sergio Leone before all the spaghetti westerns and frankly I think this might be my fave film of his to trump them all).

Another deep cut but since we’re thinking about star wars and obi wan kenobi I can’t help but mention The Hidden Fortress by Akira Kurosawa. If you want to know where Star Wars comes from? Thats it. In its entirety. And Toshiro Mifune essentially plays the original Obi Wan Kenobi (and god what a perfect world that could’ve been if he had but this is a great window into that- also I think he’s a better sword fighter than Alec Guinness for sure). I might have to even re-watch again for further parallels to the Kenobi series man.

30.Favorite movie with a pet/animal as an important aspect?

I mean god where do I start. First that comes to mind is Babe bc I watched that so much as a kid it’s burned into my head now. Then I thought Okja because jesus that fucker got dark (but god damn important as a film for sure)… but fuck all that we’re gonna go with Balto because that was my fave as a kid I even had a wolf stuffie I named Balto after him so there u go.

33.Name a film you could write an entire 10+ page essay on. (If you’ve done it, what was the focus?)

Well I mean I have written many 10 page papers on many films lmao. My first was on LOTR and it was focused on Merry and Pippin but in hindsight it wasn’t the most well thought out theme or execution (but then again whose first college paper is?) but WITH that hindsight it’s really a think piece about the vitality of side characters to the movement of plot- using both the book and the films as examples to how Merry and Pippin shape the story of LOTR way more than they’re given credit for. Yes I have always been a slut for them.

Another one I wrote more recently was a comparison of horror director methodology to edgar allan poe’s essays on writing structure in which I of course used GDT and crimson peak as my prime example- given time I would’ve delved more into mike flannagan and robert eggers films and shows too as examples of the grander cinematic gothic revival, but alas, that’s a whole ass thesis and it was only a 7 page assignment and I didn’t have that kind of time. Also I did a critical analysis about the ending of Apt Pupil once that correlated the nazi imagery to the american male teenager that earned me a handshake from my professor and an A for the course but like y’know no big deal. And of course y’all know how bad down I am about midnight mass I mean Y’all have seen the meta posts that are somehow still circulating. I have so much about that series living in my head and never enough time to put it to paper lmao. In fact thats true of a lot of things I literally have so many essays in my head happening all at once and I am always looking for some kind of excuse to write it but never getting one lmao

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