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Jokes In The Cloud (Carlos Sainz x Comedian!Reader)

No Face Claim. All the pictures are from Pinterest.

CONGRATULATIONS TO CARLOS ON WINNING HIS SECOND GP THIS SEASON!!

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punchlineprincess Vacationing with the people who get on my nerve the most

y/bff/user you forgot to take me😔😔 punchlineprincess y/bff/user sorry bbg, next trip with you alone😘😘 y/cousin/user you annoy us more🙂 y/mum/user not a nice thing to say Y/N punchlineprincess y/mum/user I was joking😅😅 user1 if someone saw her IG they would think she's a model😍😍 user2 God I've seen what you've done for others, when is it my turn🥲🥲 user3 pretty and funny. I want her!!❤️❤️

{Reader's POV}

The gears in my head my turning, I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I still had to refine my script; I was sure I could do it if I have a few hours. "Sweetheart, dinner's ready" my dad called out from the bedroom door. "Dad, I have to leave" I stated. "To where?" my dad asked, walking in. "You know that Netflix special I was gonna film" I began, he nodded along, "well, they want to film it on Monday" I finished. "That's in a day" he stated. "2, since it's in New York" I explained. "Cassidy will send me my tickets, but I think I'll be leaving now" I spoke. "Sorry about ditching the family trip. I know how important it was for you" I mumbled. "It's okay, darling. This is bigger. This will catapult you to fame like you always wanted, I mean I'm already so proud of you but this is still bigger" he explained trying to calm me. "Me and your mum will help you pack, come on" he said and called my mum.

The two of them helped me pack my bags. He explained how my Netflix special would be filmed soon and I would be leaving soon to everyone. All my younger cousins and nieces and nephews were so excited. Cassidy sent me the tickets. I made sure to pack everything while my mum fed me, it was chaos in the best way possible. "I'll be leaving now" I hugged my parents good bye. "Can't wait to watch it" my aunt spoke patting my back. "Mention us" one of my younger cousin's spoke. "I'll try" I laughed. My niece kissed my cheek wishing me good bye. My nephew wasn't ready to let me go yet, my brother had to pull him off me.

I waved good bye as the taxi left the resort, my family waving back as I disappeared. The ride to the airport was short, I was too busy going through my material to notice when I reached the airport. I paid the taxi driver and hauled my luggage to the check-in desk. The person behind it, checked me in and I was headed to immigration. This was the first time I noticed that I was sitting first class. When did my manager have this kind of money to book first class. I'd have to bring it up with her once I had the time.

I got done with all the formality and headed to the waiting area, where I spent my time going through my script and tweaking it ever so often. I downed a RedBull to try to align myself to New York time, so that I can combat the jet lag.

As the speaker's announced the boarding for my flight, I grabbed all my stuff with the plan to finish it up on the plane. The air-host lead me to my seat. I noticed a man sat on the seat next to mine, he looked an awful lot familiar, until it hit me that it was Carlos Sainz; my heart started pounding. I walked up to my seat, put my luggage away and sat down. My hands were shaking by the time I sat down, pulling my laptop out. I started typing away with shaky hands. "Is that a script?" a voice came from beside me. I turned around to find Carlos with his head turned, trying to figure out what's written. "Yeah, I'm a comedian, this is a script for my show" I tried to speak as confidently and calmly as possible. "That's cool. I'm Carlos, Carlos Sainz" he introduced himself. "I'm Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N" I shook his hand. "I'm a Formula One driver, maybe you'e heard about me" he further elaborated. I know, I've been obsessed with you for years, my poor brother has to listen to me talk about you for hours after every race, analysing the whole race. I have a fan account called carloslover, were the thoughts running through my head. "Yeah, I must've heard about Formula One some where" I said tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Well it's nice to meet you" Carlos said. "It's nice to meet you too" I said with a smile. "I'll let you get back to your work" Carlos said pointing at my laptop.

I spent a couple more minutes working on it before I was disturbed by Carlos, not like I was complaining; "I'm sorry but I'm kind of curious about what the script your working on is about" Carlos spoke slowly. "I'm filming a Netflix special in New York. So, I'm fine tuning my script" I chuckled. "Oh, sorry for disturbing you" Carlos replied sheepishly. Damn, he looked so cute, I caught myself fawning at him. "Ah, it's nothing." I quickly looked away, "I love when people are interested in what I do" I smiled. "Then, I will continue to annoy you a bit" he laughed. "Be my guest" I smiled back.

A few more tweaks and a good hour later, I was able to close the laptop, happy with the script I had at hand. "I'm guessing you're done" Carlos chimed in. "I am" I said stretching a little. "Maybe you could practice a bit with me" Carlos suggested. "I do want to practice my crowd work" I thought out loud.

"So, Carlos are you really a full time driver or a model? I can't really tell" I said. Carlos's face turned red, "Is this how you do crowd work?" he trailed. "I, no, can't let the opportunity to flirt with a man as handsome as you go" I smirked. Carlos's blush only deepened, "So, I'm special" he laughed. "Obviously" I shrugged. "If it's anything, I thought you were a model and not a comedian" he retorted. "I get that a lot. But doesn't work in my profession when people don't think pretty people tell good jokes" I retorted back. "I've never heard any of your jokes, but I'm sure you're funny since Netflix wants you" Carlos said. "Hope so" I said holding up my hands with crossed fingers.

I felt like the time flew by, as Carlos kept me company. Just as the flight was about to land; "Will I see you again?' Carlos asked hopefully. "You could, if I had your number" I remarked. Carlos pulled his phone out and handed it to me. I put my number in and called myself. "I'll see you soon." I winked as I saved Carlos's number. "Can't wait" Carlos replied, smiling at me as we grabbed our luggage to leave.

Cassidy was waiting for me as I exited the airport. "I'm so sorry, I should've checked my emails" she apologised grabbing my bag. "It's fine, let's go. I'm exhausted" I replied grabbing my bag back. We caught an uber back to the hotel. I rehearsed my script with Cassidy for the next few hours, trying not to memorise it so it would sound genuine.

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punchlineprincess Done filming my first special, can't wait for it to air🥹🥹

y/bff/user I'M SO EXCITED🤭🤭 user4 I'll watch it just to see that outfit😍 user5 so pretty😍😍 y/mum/user so proud of my baby💖 y/dad/user my baby's all grown up😭❤️

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punchlineprincess Joked my way into his life🫣🫣

y/bff/user ooohhhh who is this??👀👀 y/dad/user what is this behaviour y/n??? user6 OMG!!! I love this❤️❤️ user7 the best couple ever and idek the guy😅😅 user9 y/n being sporty wasn't in my bingo card🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ user10 the golf date!!!❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 user11 I want to go to an art museum with my lover and imitate art like that😏😏 user12 this is so Carlos coded plus he's in the likes😣😣

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punchlineprincess I may have gone overboard for the premier at home🥲😅

y/bff/user I'M SCREAMING WHILE WATCHING IT🥹🥹 y/mum/user my baby❤️ carlossainz55 so proud of you ❤️Liked by Author user13 what does Carlos mean by that, like he knows her🙂👀 user14 the funniest shit i've watched in a while🤣🤣 user15 loved this so much!!!❤️🤣 user16 finally the real comedian that's getting the recognition she deserves😂😂

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punchlineprincess Sorry I'm not normal about my boyfriend winning his second race this season😭😭

carlossainz55 I think having you there was my lucky charm🍀❤️ punchlineprincess carlossainz55 aww!! but it was your big brain and hard work❤️❤️🥹 y/bff/user aww!! watching both my babies win respectively 😭😭Liked by carlossainz55 and punchlineprincess y/dad/user good job Carlos👍 Liked by carlossainz55 user12 I should've known after those dates🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ user20 seeing her hug his mom when he won was so cute😭😭 user21 the most unlikely couple🥹🥹 user22 I get it Carlos, I get it😍😍 user23 Vamos Carlos!!👍👍 user24 I want a full timeline how everything went down😩 user25 I'm so happy I got to witness this race😭😭 user26 she was so sweet to all the fans and even took pictures with us!!😭🥹

After the race win celebrations on the podium and the team, after the interviews when I finally got him all to myself; "I'm so proud of you baby" I whispered as I pressed a kiss on his lips. "I'm so happy you got to see me win" Carlos mumbled not letting go. "I can't believe instead of watching you on TV I got to watch you in real life" I said pulling away. "I don't know why you lied to me when we met" Carlos laughed. "Well I couldn't tell you I'm @ carloslover on Instagram and Twitter and I've been in love with you since you debuted" I laughed. "I think I wouldn't have paid much attention since you're so pretty" Carlos smiled running his hands down my sides to rest on my waist. "Well I'm a Carlos lover and I am Carlos's lover. It's a win win" I smiled, "You and I both, princessa, you and I both" Carlos captured my lips in another, yet steamy kiss pulling me closer so my body was touching his, "You are all sticky and smell of champagne", I mumbled against his lips trying to pull away but Carlos pulled me closer, "No" he muttered and continued kissing me. He walked back to sit on the couch pulling me down with him, straddling his lap. He pulled me closer, our bodies touching, his hands roaming mine before they found home on my ass. We pulled away slightly breathless but Carlos than started his assault on my neck, sucking on my sweet spot near my collar bone while pushing me down on his lap. I could feel him grow under me. I pushed him away, "Nope" I said firmly. "No?" he asked cocking his head to the right with his big brown puppy eyes, "We're not doing it here. Let's get back to the hotel, maybe after you smell a little less like alcohol, I'll think about it" I said getting up. "Y/N" he whined holding my hands as I stood in front of him. "Not even for today's race winner" he pouted. "No. Baby, this is your work place. I will do anything and everything you want but out of the paddock" I said. "The car?" Carlos perked up. "Carlos, darling, we'll be on the headline tomorrow reading Carlos Sainz Jr knows how to celebrate his win in Mexico with girlfriend in his black Ferrari" I said. "Fine, Let's go back soon. I can't wait" he humphed before going to change out of his race suit. "I love you" I called out. "También te amo" he called back.

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Together X Will Poulter (Requested)

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It had rained the day we got married.

Not the kind of dreary, grey drizzle that ruins hair and clings to silk, but the sort of cinematic rain that you’d see in a slow-motion montage sunshine breaking through clouds, droplets catching on eyelashes, the smell of earth and roses in the air. The universe, as it turns out, has a wicked sense of poetic timing.

We got married in the Lake District. Small ceremony, close friends and family, nothing too over-the-top. Just… us. Which, after ten years of red carpets, photoshoots, and press junkets, was exactly what we both needed. No flashing bulbs. No stylists lurking in the corner. Just Will, me, and a vow whispered against the steady rhythm of rain on the windows.

And now, six months later, here we were again lugging suitcases through Heathrow at 6 a.m., eyes bleary, arms full, laughing at something neither of us would remember later.

“I’m gonna miss you like mad,” Will murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as we paused at my gate.

I offered a sleepy smile. “It’s just two weeks. You’ve had press tours longer than that.”

He frowned, always dramatic when we were parting even if it was temporary. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

I kissed his cheek. “You don’t have to like it. Just promise you’ll eat something other than toast and coffee while I’m gone.”

He grinned. “No promises.”

It wasn’t glamorous, this life not the way people thought it was. The real stuff, the love, the effort, the everyday commitment that happened off camera. In the way he’d stay up until 3 a.m. just to FaceTime me from a hotel in Atlanta. In the way I’d sit through twenty different takes on a self-tape with him, even if I could recite his lines better than he could. In the way we learned to wait for each other, even when our lives were moving at a hundred miles an hour in opposite directions.

I watched him walk away once I passed through security his lanky frame swaying slightly lighter now with the weight of my carry-on that I’d made him hold until the very last second gone. My heart tugged a little, the way it always did.

Distance was part of the deal. But so was trust. And we had buckets of that.

I was sat in a trailer in Dublin, filming an indie project that made me cry when I first read the script. It was the kind of role I’d always wanted raw, flawed, fearless. It drained me, lit me up, and terrified me all at once. And Will? He was my biggest cheerleader.

He sent a voice note every morning, without fail. Sometimes it was just a sleepy “good morning, love,” and sometimes it was a ten-minute ramble about a new coffee shop he’d found or a weird dream he’d had about being chased by a giant sandwich.

But the one I got on my final shoot day made my breath hitch.

“I’m proud of you. I know you’re scared sometimes, and that you carry more than you let on. But I see you. I see how hard you work. And I hope you know, no matter what happens, you’ve already won. You’re everything.”

I blinked back tears and texted him a shaky photo of me holding the script with mascara running down my cheeks. “You’re going to ruin my last scene, you idiot.”

“You’re gonna smash it, superstar.”

Later that summer, it was my turn to sit in the audience.

Will had landed a lead in a dark, gritty crime series his first real foray into something more dramatic after years of comedy and Marvel fanfare. I watched from the wings of the BAFTA screening room as his episode aired, the tension in the room palpable. He was breathtaking. Subtle, tortured, magnetic.

When the credits rolled and the applause started, I was already halfway to my feet.

He looked for me instantly, scanning the crowd until our eyes met. And the smallest smile broke across his face private, quiet, just for me.

At the afterparty, someone asked him what inspired his performance. He didn’t say much he never bragged. But he slid his hand into mine and said softly, “Y/n keeps me grounded.”

There were harder days, too.

Like the time I didn’t get a part I’d pinned all my hopes on. A career-defining role. I’d made it to the final two, only to be told I “didn’t quite have the look they wanted.”

I cried on the bathroom floor that night, still in my audition clothes, makeup streaked and blouse creased.

Will sat beside me in silence at first. He always knew when I needed space. Then, eventually, he handed me a glass of wine and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

“You’re not defined by the parts you lose,” he said quietly. “They missed out. They don’t even know how badly.”

I turned into his chest and sobbed like a child. “I wanted it so badly.”

“I know, love,” he murmured. “And one day, they’ll all be chasing you.”

`

We bought a house outside London not long after. Not huge. Not flashy. But it had a garden and a library nook and a kitchen where we could cook badly and dance even worse. It was ours.

In between jobs, we’d spend lazy mornings in bed reading scripts out loud. I’d make up ridiculous accents. He’d forget lines on purpose so I’d have to ad-lib and play along.

We’d write little ideas on scraps of paper and stuff them in a shoebox labelled “someday.” Films we wanted to make. Characters we wanted to become. Lines we wanted to say to each other onscreen one day.

“I want us to work together again,” Will said one night as we watched the rain roll down the windows, heads leaning together on the sofa.

“We will,” I said. “When the timing’s right.”

“I want to play opposite you as someone who gets to kiss you in the end,” he murmured.

I smiled, pressing a kiss to the side of his jaw. “You already do.”

Award season came around again the following year.

This time, it was Will’s nomination.

He looked unfairly good in his tux nervous and giddy, squeezing my hand in the car as if he was sixteen again.

I watched him all night. Watched how people greeted him. Watched how his humility shone brighter than any spotlight. He never stopped looking for me in a crowd. Never stopped making me feel like I was the only one in the room.

When they called his name as the winner, he froze.

I laughed, nudged him. “Go! That’s you!”

He stumbled onstage with wide eyes and a stunned smile. His speech was short, heartfelt, stammered and real.

And when he thanked me, his voice cracked.

“To my wife… who’s been my anchor, my mirror, my muse. I wouldn’t be standing here without you. You’re the best scene partner I’ve ever had, on and off camera.”

I cried into my champagne flute.

That night, we snuck away from the afterparty early. Back to the hotel room. Will kicked off his shoes, threw his bow tie on the armchair and sank into the bed with a groan.

“You looked like James Bond out there,” I teased.

He laughed, pulling me down beside him. “And you looked like every reason I’ve ever believed in love.”

I cupped his face. “You deserve all of this, Will. Every second of it.”

He kissed me like a promise.

There were no scripts in our hands that night. No cameras. No lines.

Just the quiet certainty that whatever came next whatever roles, whatever rejections, whatever red carpets we’d be there.

Clapping from the wings.

Waiting at arrivals.

Learning lines in bed, one eye on each other and the other on the dream we’d built together.

We weren’t just actors. We were a team.

And every day, in a hundred tiny ways, we were still choosing each other.

Over and over again.

We got the offer on a Tuesday.

I’d just come home from a late table read, hair twisted into a bun that looked more like a bird's nest than anything remotely intentional, mascara half-worn and jumper stolen from Will’s side of the wardrobe. I remember flopping onto the sofa, kicking off my boots, and hearing him call from the kitchen, “How do you feel about falling in love with me… again?”

I blinked at him, confused. “I do that every day, babe. Bit greedy, asking for more.”

He walked over, script in hand, and dropped it onto my lap. A new indie romance, small budget, great director, achingly intimate. The kind of story you felt more than watched. And there, printed clearly on the casting page:

Lead roles: Jamie and Eliza. Attached: Will Poulter. Offer out to: Y/n L/n.

My heart thudded. “You’re joking.”

“I swear on your secret chocolate stash I only found out this morning.”

“You found my stash?!”

“That’s not the point,” he laughed. “The point is… they want us.”

We said yes.

Of course we did.

Rehearsals started 3 months later, and it was… surreal, walking into a room where people handed us coffee and called us “the leads.” We’d always joked about it late-night fantasies, sketching ideas on napkins, “what if” stories told between mouthfuls of takeaway.

But this? This was real. Lights, marks, call sheets. A full crew watching us fall in love all over again. Only this time, with a script.

It was delicate, the story. Jamie and Eliza were friends who’d grown up together, fallen out, and found their way back to each other. There were no dramatic twists or explosive moments just stolen glances, quiet kitchen scenes, and dialogue so intimate it felt like secrets whispered under the covers.

One afternoon during rehearsals, we were blocking a scene on the couch Eliza curled up with a cup of tea, Jamie trying to apologise for something he hadn’t yet found the words for.

Will looked at me differently in that moment. Not as my husband, but as Jamie. Hesitant, nervous, full of longing. I almost forgot to speak my line.

“Still with us, Y/n?” the director asked gently.

I blinked. “Yeah. Sorry. Got a bit caught up.”

Will smirked. “Told you I was convincing.”

“Don’t let it go to your head, Poulter.”

The kiss scenes were… interesting.

We weren’t strangers, of course, but kissing for the camera had a weird sort of choreography to it. You had to find the right angle, hit the light just so, avoid squishing your faces together too awkwardly.

And yet, somehow, it still felt like ours.

The first time we filmed one, the set fell completely silent. It wasn’t steamy or over-the-top just gentle, slow, full of history.

When the director called cut, there was a beat of silence before someone whispered, “Blimey, that felt real.”

Will turned to me, eyes crinkling with amusement. “Was it real for you?”

I rolled my eyes, smirking. “Bit better than our first kiss at that dodgy pub in Shoreditch.”

“I knew you were going to bring that up!”

We dissolved into laughter, completely wrecking the take.

Some scenes hit harder than I expected.

There was one in particular Jamie and Eliza, sat on the floor at 3 a.m., tired and raw, admitting how scared they were of losing each other.

We filmed it after a long day, the crew reduced to whispers, the set dressed like a real home: worn cushions, flickering candles, a record player spinning something soft and crackly.

I looked at Will, and for a moment, I wasn’t Eliza. I was just… me. And I saw it mirrored in his eyes too.

“I don’t know who I am without you,” I whispered, repeating the line as written.

He swallowed hard, voice low. “You don’t ever have to find out.”

Even after the director called cut, we stayed sitting there for a bit holding hands in silence.

Outside of set, not much changed between us.

He still made me tea that tasted faintly of dish soap. I still stole his hoodies and hogged the duvet. We still argued over what takeaway to get on Sundays.

But something about working together made everything sharper. Like we were rediscovering corners of each other we hadn’t touched in years.

He’d lean in close between takes, forehead against mine, whisper, “You’re so bloody good at this.”

Or I’d watch from behind the monitor as he ran a monologue with trembling hands, and my heart would ache with how proud I was of him.

There was something beautiful about knowing someone that deeply and then watching them transform right in front of you.

The final scene of the film was just us. No extras, no sound beyond the wind and the hum of the countryside.

Jamie and Eliza, standing in the field where they’d first kissed as teenagers.

It was twilight. Golden hour. Perfect lighting.

I was meant to say something. A line about fate, or home, or whatever metaphor the script had crafted.

But instead, I just looked at Will.

And he looked back at me like he already knew.

The cameras rolled.

We stepped toward each other.

And in the quiet, unscripted beat between dialogue, he whispered not as Jamie, but as himself

“This feels like us.”

I didn’t answer. Just kissed him like it was the first time and the last all at once.

The director let the shot run for a full thirty seconds longer than planned. When he finally called “cut,” no one moved.

Then the crew burst into applause.

We wrapped a week later. And I cried in the trailer like an idiot.

Will found me with tissues tucked into my sleeves, blinking back tears and pretending I wasn’t sniffling like a child.

He pulled me into a hug, kissed the top of my head.

“We’ll do it again,” he promised. “Different script. Different story. Same us.”

“You really think we’ll get another one?”

He smiled. “You forget you’re brilliant. I’d cast you in everything.”

“Even as Batman?”

“Especially as Batman.”

The film premiered six months later.

We walked the red carpet hand in hand, still the same people who shared toothbrushes and argued over dishwasher stacking but also something more.

People asked us about our “chemistry,” and we smiled politely, gave the same rehearsed answers.

But when the lights went down in the cinema and the first scene played, Will reached over and laced our fingers together.

And I thought not for the first time that the best kind of love stories are the ones you don’t need to perform.

[voidpants]

demisexual john of liechtenstein?

‘I'd let him bed me.’

The thought strikes him, sitting in the basement, wine on his tongue, and Samuel's reluctantly smiling face golden in the candlelight, looking so unguarded that John can imagine it possible that he might reach out and actually touch him.

‘With nothing to gain, I'd still let him, if he wanted it. I'd let him, just to see what he looks like when he does.’

It's a mad thought, and John feels frozen in place, breath caught in his lungs, something half sickness and half longing churning in his stomach.

He's never… It's the first time he's considered the act as anything other than part of a calculation, a means to an end. It's the first time he's thought he might actually… enjoy it?

Sam touching him wouldn't be like the men and women he takes to bed for information, for favors, for blackmail. Not like Jobst's hand on his shoulder, pushing him to his knees. It wouldn't be rote, just following a script and hoping it'll be over before he runs out of correspondence to draw up in his mind.

Sam touching him would be… so welcome that the very thought of it makes John's skin tingle with the want of it. Sam touching him would make John ache with the need for more. It would keep his mind pinned down, helpless to be anything other than present in the moment, to pay attention - study Sam - lest he miss even a single expression passing over his handsome face.

Sam-

Sam is looking at him, eyes creased in something not quite worry, but definitely something like concern. “John? Mine Chaver, are you alright?”

The endearment hits his face like a cloud of steam, and he can only pray the heat in his cheeks is not as visible as it feels.

"Oh, quite alright,” he manages to laugh, hopefully not sounding too hysterical, despite the way his voice has gone a bit too high. “Just… maybe I'm a bit deeper in my cups than I thought.”

Sam's frown doesn't entirely ease, but he relaxes and sits back. “You're admitting to it? It must be bad then. Perhaps it's time to call it a night,” he says, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth in that way that John has come to spend too much time trying to coax out of him. He finishes the last of his wine while John tries not to stare at his throat moving, before standing and collecting the dishes, pausing briefly to rest a hand on John's shoulder on his way out. “Good night, nuisance of mine,” he says, voice soft and low and reverberating in the marrow of John's bones.

‘You don't have to leave, there's a bed right there.’

“Yes!” he doesn't squeak, through some combination of force of will and miracle. "Yes, good night to you too, Sam.”

Oh, this is a problem.

[g1rlinheadlights]

Introduction to my

My Hero Academia DR

First off with some basic information, I am a class 1-a hero course student at UA in this reality. I am the first and only daughter of No. 5 pro hero Mirko—though I inherited my quirk from my late father.

⟡ ݁₊ . General Info ˎˊ˗

15 y/o & 5”0’

Yes, I changed Mirko’s last name to Nakamura

My name is Evangeline Nakamura, often I am referred to as my nickname Naki by close friends & family.

I was born November 11th — at 11:11 pm. ( I love angel numbers, especially 11:11, don’t judge me (╥﹏╥) )

:3

I grew up generally wealthy, as my Mother is a high-ranking pro hero. After my father’s passing, my Mom became even more eager to become a hero.

Through fashion design, my Mother met Mitsuki Bakugo—a fashion designer for heroes. Soon, they became close friends, and with this came my friendship with Katsuki (and, not long after, Izuku.)

:3

Unlike my mom, in middle school I was exceptionally studious yet timid. I never lacked friends or suffered from bullying, in fact many people tried to befriend me, but usually I did spend copious amounts of time on my own.

I’ve always been intelligent beyond bounds. ( ik this sounds very y/n-esk, let me have this guys.. (๑-﹏-๑) )

⟡ ݁₊ . Quirk Info ˎˊ˗

Meteorology

Hero Name? Nocturne — Why? Idfk (╥ᆺ╥；)

Okay, first off, I do have to admit I gained some of the idea for my quirk off of tiktok — but, my quirk has always been elemental-based, still the name was a direct result of me seeing it on a tiktok of a girl with a similar quirk to mine.. T_T

:3

Also known as "atmokinesis" or weather manipulation, my quirk is the ability to control the weather in all its forms. I can manipulate various aspects of weather using water, fire, earth, air, and lightning/electricity.

I possess atmokinetic desensitivity to all weather-based abilities and effects. Extreme cold, heat, or any intense atmosphere affects my body less than the average person.

My quirk is emotion-based, which means it becomes unstable when I'm unable to control my emotions, so I must be calm/in control of my emotions. Another requirement for my quirk to work to its full extent is an atmosphere, and my own electricity can cause scarring that takes a week or two to fade.

For example, if I'm upset, clouds form in my proximity or it may even start raining, depending on the intensity of my emotion. When I'm angry, wind picks up around me; in extreme cases, it can lead to thunder and lightning.

⟡ ݁₊ . Relations ˎˊ˗

Friends & S/O

Friends /ᐠ. .ᐟ\ฅ

My main group of friends would have to be bakugo’s group, since when we first start school at UA he’s one of the only people I knew & my only close friend. Plus, I’ve scripted Mina and I hit it off pretty quickly.

Once Izuku and I reconcile, I will become apart of his friendgroup in a way. I’ll hang out with them & speak with them a lot, as well as just being close friends with each individual in the ‘dekusquad’ as it’s been called.

:3

Ochaco, Mina, & I are going to be a trio I already know it!! ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) I already have it scripted that we’ll all become close, so I’m very excited for that.

I’ve also scripted once Katsuki and Izuku make up, and the war ends, we all reinstate our once extremely close bond from when we were kids. I’m VERY excited for that, I love them so muchh ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ

S/O /ᐠ. .ᐟ\ฅ

My s/o is Katsuki (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵) I know this might be an unpopular s/o to have due to his personality, but I find him to be endearing & psychologically relatable. He means a lot to me on many levels, so even though he can be quite rude at times I’ll always love him. ૮ ྀི◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ྀིა

idk if anyone will actually care for this, but it was soo fun to make & I love talking about this freaking reality so much!!! (˶˃ᆺ˂˶) if anyone wants to ask questions I’d luv to answer, I’m open to any kinds of questions except for obviously weird ones ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚

[imtryingbuck]

Vows

~ gif not mine credit goes to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky and you are married- that is all.

Word count: 1,165

Warnings: fluff. that is all.

A/N: I’ve never been to a wedding before so if anything’s wrong take it up with my lawyer.

Masterlist

You remember the day when Bucky proposed like it was yesterday.

The bright fluffy clouds littering the clear blue sky, birds flying freely. Your hand was in Bucky’s as he leads you further into the clearing of the field, you were about to say something when he stopped.

“Y/n I love you, I love everything about you. You save me every day, and every day of being with you is like a dream coming true. And I know we’ve only been dating for a year but when you know you know right?”

Tears welled up in your eyes at the sight of him dropping to one knee-

“Y/n L/n will you make me the happiest man in the universe by marrying me?”

You didn’t even answer. You launched yourself at him making both of you fall to the ground. Placing as many kisses as you possibly could all over his beautiful face, you nodded.

The cheers and applauses sounded from somewhere and when you looked you saw the whole team together with huge smiles on their faces.

You celebrated all throughout the night - at Tony’s expense - with your friends making speeches.

Your wedding day was perfect. Just like the day he proposed the sky was blue and the sun was shining, and just like that day, you got married on that field.

You were nervous and excited. You were marrying the man of your dreams and everything was running smoothly. Your dress fit perfectly and was gorgeous, Pepper told you that you looked like a princess and you had to admit, you kind of did.

Pepper was your maid of honour. Nat, Wanda, Maria and Carol were your bridesmaids- who all looked so beautiful in their dresses.

Steve was Bucky’s best man (obviously) Sam, Bruce, Thor and Vision were his groomsmen - all looking very handsome and dapper in their suits.

Clint was the one to give you away, it was a no brainier as he was like the father you never had.

Morgan bless her heart was the flower girl who was walked down by Peter.

And Tony was the one to marry you two. He was way to smug about that - you later found out that every time you two disagreed with him he would always say “don’t forget who married you two”.

Slowly walking down the makeshift isle, Clint clinging on to you like a lifeline your heart broke at seeing Bucky standing there with tears rolling down his cheeks. Clint hands you over to Bucky with a kiss to your cheek and whispered ‘I love you and I’m so proud of you’ in your ear, you whispered ‘I love you’ back. As Bucky was about to take both hands you wiped away the tears and smiled.

“First, I’d like to begin by welcoming everyone and thanking each and every one of you for being here on this most happy of days. We are here to celebrate the perfect couple - other than myself and Pepper- that we all know and love, James and Y/n.” Everyone laughs at Tony’s comment and how serious his voice sounds.

“Sorry you two but I’m going off script. My sweet darling Y/n I have never seen you more happier since you’ve been with Bucky, and to you Bucky I have to say thank you, you’ve shown her what true love is.” Leaning closer towards Bucky he tries to whisper “You break her heart I won’t hesitate to kill you” Of course Bucky would get threaten on his wedding day, and of course everyone hears what Tony says as he’s holding a microphone. “Anyways, Y/n you helped get Bucky out of his shell and even though we didn’t get along at first it’s been nice seeing him find his footing, a pleasure to meet the man Steve knew a trillion years ago” Again, Tony makes everyone laugh including you and Bucky. 

“Bucky you may read your vows”

“Y/n you’re my happiness, my best friend, my love. You’ve been by my side since day one, not once did you leave my side when I was in Wakanda, you help me sleep through the night just because you’re by my side. I love you more than you’ll ever know. I promise in front of everyone here today, to cherish you always, to honour and sustain you, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, and to be true to you in all things until death alone shall part us”

Tony tries and subtly wipe his tears, clearing his throat he looks to you “Y-Yn you may read your vows now”

“Bucky you’re my happiness, my best friend, my love. I admire your courage, your strength and your determination. I have never felt alone when you’re not by my side because you’re in my heart always. I love you more than you’ll ever know. I promise in front of everyone here today, to cherish you always, to honour and sustain you, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, and to be true to you in all things until death alone shall part us.”

This time Tony doesn’t bother to wipe the stream of tears away. “No one best try and object to this marriage or I’ll set the big guy on you” Nodding towards to Bruce who waves at everyone “Pepper and Steve please hand over the rings, James repeat after me- With this ring I, James, take you, Y/n, to be no other than yourself. Loving what I know of you, and trusting what I do not yet know, I will respect your integrity and have faith in your abiding love for me, through all our years, and in all that life may bring us.” Watching his lips repeat the words back your heart stills.

“Y/n repeat after me- With this ring I, Y/n, take you, James, to be no other than yourself. Loving what I know of you, and trusting what I do not yet know, I will respect your integrity and have faith in your abiding love for me, through all our years, and in all that life may bring us.”

“Do you James take Y/n to be your lawfully wedded wife?

“I do”

“Do you Y/n take James to be your lawfully wedded husband?

“I do”

“By the authority vested in me by the State of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss th-“ Bucky’s already pulling you in and kissing you before Tony’s even finished his sentence.

Everyone cheers and there’s not a dry eye around.

The rest of the night was beautiful, everyone taking it in turns to make speech’s. The first dance you two shared as husband and wife was to Stand By Me by Ben E. King.

Now two years later after that magical day your sat on the bathroom floor with Bucky by your side, staring down at the white pregnancy test.

“T-that says…”

“I’m pregnant Buck”.

~ banner credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

[jymwahuwu]

Hello, it's my first time asking and it took me a lot of courage to do this. So I recently had a thought about what if the reader and Jing Yuan were childhood friends and she used to tease him a lot when they were younger but then she did something to get exiled from the Xianzhou and became part of the stellaron hunters but came back with blade and Kafka like in the story but after the whole phantiliya battle was finished she still stayed on the Luofu for awhile for nostalgia but got captured by the cloud nights and she was sent to see the general himself. But all this time the reader thought the general would have hated her for what she did but instead of hating her he was waiting for her to come back so he could see her and tease her like how she did to him. Idk if anyone else has already sent an idea like this but I just wanted to share my thoughts and I think it would be a pretty interesting storyline. Sorry if I was rambling but it's okay if you don't write abt this I'll be fine if you just gave some thoughts about it. Thank you for reading this idea of mine and don't worry about answering fast I know you have a lot going on in your life so just take care of yourself! (Also sorry if there are some things that didn't make sense I'm too scared to look back at what I wrote)

Love this idea!! It’s interesting and you expressed it clearly. Don't be afraid <3

Ah…turning the tables…my favourite 🤤😌 please provide me with more

-CW: yandere, non-con, kidnapping, threaten

In childhood, you and Jing Yuan were friends. Jing Yuan has precocious wisdom and is out of place among his peers, but you don't respect him. Maybe just…jealousy? These are for some childish reasons, maybe he gets perfect marks every time, he gets candy but you don't, and parents on both sides compare you to him. In your eyes, Jing Yuan is just a white-haired little boy who is similar to you. You occasionally pull his soft white hair, make him some strange braids, and often tease him, such as giving him nicknames and laughing at him. The strange thing is that Jing Yuan has never been angry with you and is as tolerant to you as the ocean.

As you grow older, you gradually drift away from each other. You also know that he joined the Cloud Knights and eventually… succeeded general. Seeing him on the Space Channel, the childhood friend you used to tease, became one of the leaders of this space civilization, and you had really mixed emotions.

You have taken your own path in life, become a member of the Stellaron Hunters, and fallen into the gray area. You and the members pick up Blade and accept him as a new member. I heard that he used to be Jing Yuan's best friend, but when you asked him about it, you found that his memory was also blurred.

Just like you.

Looking back on the past and reviving those faded memories, you are a little unsure whether Jing Yuan really never got angry, or whether you subconsciously beautified this memory. How can this be? He definitely hates you.

Before setting off back to Luofu, Elio's message said that this time the script is about Kafka, Blade and you. He tells you to be careful of General Luofu because this time you have only one fate, which is to be [caught], and only this fate can continue your destiny. It seems that most of the details are no longer visible, and your fate is shrouded in mist. You couldn't help but feel funny and told them you'd be fine.

What can Jing Yuan do to you?

However, the wanted portrait is indeed painted lifelike, in Xianzhou's traditional style. It's hard not to think that Jing Yuan provided an extremely detailed proposal in painting the wanted poster about you. It's kind of creepy.

You rescued Blade according to the flow of the script and met with Kafka. While they went to find the rumored Imbibitor Lunae, you spent some time reminiscing on Luofu. Just a moment. The moment you stepped into that familiar place, you immediately fell into unconsciousness. There was a very slight tingling sensation on your neck, like a small ant biting you, and then you fell into the boundless darkness.

When you woke up… your wrists were already locked with iron chains wrapped in feathers, right at the head of the bed. If you don't pay attention, the chain can even become invisible. Accompanying it was the general's narrowed smile, a little mocking but still gentle. The enlarged smile is right in front of you.

"Jing Yuan?! What are you doing?" A kiss electrified your heart. You watched in shock as your childhood friend held the back of your head and kissed you, lingeringly, lovingly. His eyes were closed, as if he was enjoying it, murmuring your name while kissing you. You pushed and kicked him, but he enveloped you like a quilt, crushing you. He places you in the mating position and bottoms out his cock inside you, emptying out his long-unreleased seed.

"Jing Yuan…? Stop! Stop this…"

Jing Yuan won't stop teasing you - you are too cute for him and that doesn't change. He continued to whisper lewd things in your ear, and occasionally lied about having sent a video of your orgasm to people who hated Stellaron Hunters. Your eyes were as wide as a frightened deer and you sucked his cock with resignation, tears falling. And the number of orgasms is so humiliating, you always deny it… You will not lose to the Jing Yuan you used to tease…

Jing Yuan likes you, but does not deny the possibility. Maybe Jing Yuan once really hated you, maybe he hated you during those teasings, but a long life is like peeling off the peel of a fruit in the end, revealing the crystal clear flesh inside. What remains are those sparkling memories. Your bright smile stayed in his memory.

[firadessa]

Mark Cote Info Reveal- Silvermist's Quest

(Long Post Warning)

Me and a few friends are doing our own searches for information on the elusive Tinker Bell draft. We were able to secure an interview with Mark Cote, who was on the film for both a 2d and 3d version. Unfortunately, we were not able to save many recordings in good quality and mine has no audio. I also failed to transcribe our meeting, but hopefully this will not be our only meeting.

Before the original movie was put into 3D, it had several character quests all linked to the narrative to save Neverland. I thought it would be like Disneytoon's failed Enchanted Tales series, but unlike Enchanted Tales or Cinderella 2 the segments wouldn't be so self contained. It was like the movie Fantasia, but connected through a larger plot. There would also be a ticking time bomb in the form of the worlds of the mainland and Neverland combining due to the theft of pixie dust by Tinker Bell and friends before they earned it messing up the natural order. He told us that all 5 character quests would have to be approved by management, so he experienced delays in production. Several quests were greenlit but they had a hard time when they got to Silvermist and Iridessa.

We asked in a riddle, what brings water life? It took a while to get an answer, but @princessquinnella was reminded of water fairies in the books. The thing is though, Silvermist was conceived pretty differently from Rani. Despite being a water fairy, she was a repressive and pragmatic character. If you had a Disney Fairies DVD that came with the toys, you might remember the line "Still waters run deep" in reference to Silvermist. The pond and lotus where she lived, is implied to be "Stillwater Springs" or Lilypad Pond from what we know. x Here is the description from the illusive "pitch book"

Firstly, Mark told us for this "epic story" Silvermist's quest would be next to last. None of the fairies can fly because of the magic has dissipated. The story starts in her home of Stillwater Springs/Lilypad Pond, she creates a magical cloud named Tempest to fly. Tempest is an opposite to SIlvermist, he's a joyful and free spirited cloud like a impish child. Like in the final cut, there are 4 seasonal areas? There would be 5 themed areas in Pixie Hollow where each fairy lived. Many inanimate things live here in this word inspired by Art Nouveau.

She needs to fly on Tempest to reach the "water of life", and she travels to Pixie Hollow in a harsh desert area. She has a small glass vile to collect the "water of life" and flies over the stretch of desert looking everywhere. There's a color script of this segment somewhere on AODF (dont know where to link), where it is blurry and you can see the desert.

Silvermist and Tempest even meet other clouds on their journey, but they are grumpy and stern adult clouds.

Here, on the color guide- we see things a bit different. There seems to be some sort of snowdrop-esque flower in place of Tempest- but also some clouds, so I'm not sure what it could be.

Silvermist has been in the sky for a while now in this desert, but cannot find the water of life. Suddenly! Tempest, the child cloud starts to die. Silvermist is scared, because her friend is dying and she hasn't found the water of life. She sits down defeated... and starts to cry.

He showed us a piece I am very familiar with:

It is then, when she is at her lowest- when she cries... Tempest is resurected, and she is able to save her friend and collect the Water of Life, the quest item she needs to save Pixie Hollow.

Lastly, I should say the desert like areas in Pixie Hollow remind me of the elusive art from the mysterious artbook "The Art of Judith Holmes Clarke" (excuse quality, its a short frame in an IG video)

Now it's time for the next quest to reveal information about, there should be 2 left with more info to share with you...

This one shall be fill in the blank:

"------ is the key that opens every door."

Fly with you later!

[diegosouzalions]

5 YEARS OF CONCEPT

These are the drafts of the pilot version of the three main Diamonds in the story, without these first concepts, the comic might not have the same current direction or even exist!

It all started when I was bored in a free class in 8th grade, I just created them for fun, I didn't intend to make a comic or anything like that, also the story I had created was something "private" and for the public it would just be gemsonas.

In the old version of the Color Diamond Authority, the Diamonds were divided because they did not agree with each other and thus, they would branch into 4 or 5 authorities: The Fruits, The Heavenly (Possibly Rainbow would be in that authority), The Colors and The Males.

Peach would be the leader of the Fruit Diamond Authority, Lime and Cherry would be its members. She would have a more boring and dry personality, she had no reason to be mean, differently than she has now. She would probably be a Rainbow fanatic in her early years and over time would lose interest in her creator. Rainbow had never appeared in form to the Diamonds, but she still communicated with them by voice through a shadow or dark cloud, and they would all know that they were created by her.

Hope would still continue in the original authority (which was later called the Heavenly Diamond Authority), along with Aqua, Sun and Moon. Her personality wouldn't change much, it would just be more expressive and cheerful. I confess that when I made her, I was in doubt about choosing the colors purple or white, until blue was the color chosen (and also because it was the same color as the original diamond). She would have no arms or legs or even hair, most of her body was made up of her aura, so she would have to feel hopeful all the time for her body to function.

Bi-Color would be leading the Colors Diamond Authority together with Gray. Her personality would be like Blue, only cheerful. Her first color version would only be 2, but then it went to 3 (with the colors pink, blue and purple), then it was changed again to pink, yellow and blue (which would represent the colors of the Great Diamond Authority). And to be honest, her first version always reminded me of Celia Mae from Monster Inc.

And finally Magenta, the first Diamond created that was later added to the Color Diamond Authority on January 1, 2019.

Magenta participated in the Spatial (or Spacial) Diamond Authority, however, after a conflict between me and the authority's creator, I decided to withdraw and create my own. (And I recommend not sharing the old comic, if you have seen it, cause there are Diamonds that are not mine, so it would be rude to use them on any occasion)

She would have a similar personality to White, but in a kinder way. She couldn't see imperfection in anything, she always saw things on the positive side, even if everything was going wrong. Unlike the current one, she would almost never feel sad, in addition to being more silly, and would ask a lot more questions.

As time went by she would become colder and would no longer be able to think about anything positive, she would see things more realistic and would become almost like an "antagonist" or an "anti hero" of the Rebel Gems, due to the traumatic moments she developed in the authority.

There are old script concepts that were used and will still be used in the comic. The current story has a direction almost similar to the old one in some points, but with drastic changes, it will be more explored and polished than before.

A curiosity is that Silver and Golden were only inserted later (I believe in March 2019), which added even more shine to the story, I don't know what the comic would be without them honestly. If the Peacocks and Magenta didn't exist, officially the Authority would split, just like the old concept, but it would be worked with the current Diamonds personalities.

[st4rlvr]

Dead girl walking || HJS

Theater was never supposed to be my thing. Sure, I liked musicals, but I joined this production of Heathers: The Musical almost on a whim. Now, here I was, playing Veronica Sawyer and preparing for one of the most daring numbers in the entire show: Dead Girl Walking.

Jisung, my JD, was pacing across the dimly lit backstage area, occasionally stealing glances at the script he didn’t even need anymore. His phone buzzed in his hand, but he ignored it, biting his lip in concentration. He looked so focused that I almost didn’t want to disturb him. Almost.

“Hey,” I called out softly, walking toward him.

He startled slightly but recovered with a small laugh. “You’re too quiet,” he said, tucking his phone away. “What’s up?”

I shrugged, gripping my water bottle a little tighter than necessary. “Just… you know. Thinking about the scene.”

“The scene.” He nodded knowingly, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “The one where we’re supposed to act like we’re on the brink of ripping each other’s clothes off in front of an entire audience?”

I rolled my eyes, but my cheeks flushed. “Yeah, that one.”

Jisung chuckled, leaning against the wall. “You’ll be great. You always are.”

I tried to ignore the way his words made my heart flutter. “You think so?”

“Of course. You make it look so effortless. Me? I’m just hoping I don’t trip over my feet or make it weird.”

“You never make it weird,” I said, and I meant it.

He hesitated, then glanced around to make sure no one was nearby. “Okay, confession time. I have a little pre-show ritual that helps.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what’s that?”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vape pen, holding it up as if presenting evidence.

“Seriously, Jisung?” I crossed my arms, half-amused and half-incredulous.

“Don’t judge me! It helps me relax. Especially for scenes like… tonight’s.”

I sighed, glancing at the clock. We had a few minutes before places were called. “Fine. But if you forget your lines or miss a cue, I’m throwing you under the bus.”

He grinned, taking a quick hit and exhaling a faint cloud of vapor. “I never miss a cue,” he said, his voice softening as the tension seemed to melt from his body.

The stage manager’s voice crackled through the speakers, calling the cast to their places. My heart pounded as I adjusted my costume, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles. Jisung joined me in the wings, his presence warm and steady beside me.

“You good?” he asked, his voice low.

I nodded. “You?”

“Yeah,” he said, though his eyes lingered on mine for a moment longer than necessary. There was something in his gaze I couldn’t quite place—something that sent a shiver down my spine.

The overture began, and the world around us seemed to fade. This was it.

When the music for Dead Girl Walking started, I was fully in character. My frustration, anger, and defiance flowed effortlessly as I belted out the opening lines.

And then Jisung entered.

From the moment he stepped on stage, something was different. His usual nervousness was gone, replaced by an intensity that took my breath away. His eyes locked onto mine, and it was like the rest of the world disappeared.

As the song progressed, the scene became more physical, more intimate. Jisung dropped to his knees in front of me, his hands resting on the sides of my thighs. The heat of his touch seeped through the fabric of my costume, grounding me and electrifying me all at once.

When he looked up at me, his eyes dark with emotion, I nearly lost my place. It wasn’t just acting anymore. There was something raw in his gaze, something real.

I felt my cheeks flush as I sang my lines, my voice trembling slightly. His hands tightened on my thighs, grounding me, but also sending sparks through my entire body. I could feel the audience’s eyes on us, but for a moment, it was just him and me.

As the music built to its climax, Jisung stood, pulling me closer. Our faces were inches apart, our breathing synchronized. My heart raced as I sang the final line, and the lights dimmed, leaving us in shadow.

The audience erupted into applause, but I barely heard it. My heart was still pounding, my skin still tingling from where his hands had been.

Backstage was a flurry of activity as the cast and crew congratulated each other, but I couldn’t focus. My mind was still replaying the scene—his touch, his gaze, the way he made me feel like the only person in the room.

“Hey.”

I turned to find Jisung standing behind me, his expression a mix of nervousness and something else—something I couldn’t quite place.

“You were amazing,” he said, his voice low.

“Thanks,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “You too.”

He ran a hand through his hair, looking away for a moment before meeting my eyes again. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” I said, though my heart was pounding again.

“During the scene…” He hesitated, biting his lip. “Did you feel it too? Or was I just getting too caught up in the moment?”

I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. How could I possibly explain what I’d felt without sounding ridiculous?

“I felt it,” I finally admitted, my voice trembling.

His eyes softened, and he took a small step closer. “So what do we do about it?”

The question hung in the air between us, heavy with unspoken possibilities.

“I… I don’t know,” I said honestly.

Jisung smiled, his expression warm and earnest. “Maybe we figure it out together?”

Before I could respond, someone called for him, breaking the moment. He gave me one last look, his eyes lingering on mine, before disappearing into the crowd.

As I stood there, my heart still racing, I realized one thing: whatever had started between us tonight wasn’t just about the show. It was something real, something I wasn’t ready to let go of.

[keepingupwithzaynmalik]

Zayn at Eventim Hammersmith Apollo review: moments of joyous catharsis

The pop star paid tribute to his friend Liam Payne, but the main focus of the night was delivering on the warmth

★ ★ ★ ★ ☆

When he was 22, Zayn Malik stepped away from the biggest pop band in the world. “I have to do what feels right in my heart,” he wrote at the time and in the nine years since, he’s consistently lived up to that promise. His R&B-tinged solo single Pillowtalk was a smash hit on both sides of the Atlantic, as was the debut album Mind Of Mine, but the records that followed moved further away from sugary stadium pop and focused on raw, confessional songwriting instead.

He only played his first headline show earlier this year, at London’s Shepherd’s Bush Empire to celebrate the release of rustic fourth album Room Under The Stairs, and his debut headline tour kicked off last week. “Thank you for being patient with me,” he told the crowd at Eventim Hammersmith Apollo on Tuesday night. “I know I took a while but we got here…it f***ing feels amazing.”

Zayn didn’t quite know what to do with himself as explosive screams broke out after each and every song, but he looked entirely comfortable singing his powerfully heartfelt anthems. Backed by a seven-piece band and with the stage littered with twinkling trees, there was a deliberate warmth to the entire show. “If people told you to be quiet online, ignore them,” he said, wanting the sold-out venue to lose themselves in the moment. “Have a drink, have a dance, let’s have a good time.”

The excitable fans were the only real hint of Zayn’s time in One Direction. No tracks from his former band made the 17-song setlist, though a lush cover of Paulo Nutini’s Let Me Hold You did, and the only nod to his past was a simple, tender “Love you bro” video tribute to bandmate Liam Payne at the very end of the gig. Instead, he focused on his own rich back catalogue, and rightfully so.

From the dreamy Scripted to “cheeky” scream-a-long Sweat via stripped back takes on early singles iT’s YoU and BoRdErZ, there were nods to every step of his solo journey. The folksy songs from Room Under The Stairs were the real stars of the show though. Opening one-two of My Woman and Birds On A Cloud were pained but full of longing before the gentle rock & roll swagger of Dreamin. He encouraged the crowd to get into their feelings for the fragile Lied To while a spiky Ignorance Ain’t Bliss flirted with party-starting funk.

On record, tracks like Alienated and Gates Of Hell feel sombre and delicate but closing out the gig, they were transformed into soaring moments of joyous catharsis. Based on his grin, it seemed like Zayn needed that while some fans rushed outside to start queueing in the rain for Wednesday night’s show. It’s hard to know if this tour is a one-off, or the start of a new chapter in his career. Wherever Zayn goes next though, you can be sure he’ll do things his own, defiant way.

VIA STANDARD

[furious-mango]

We (kudos to @sataneyu and @kribus) have a… a thing!

based on @luxu-loveskh’s villain!Nice (Chaos) AU

An Imperfect Podcast

Imagine if the Enlighter had a broadcast with the other Nice. Collab of the century.

And it'd look more decent than kidnapping Moon. They'd sit in comfy chairs and chat like two rats.

The Enlighter turns on the broadcast, looks into the camera, introduces himself and goes: Look who I've got here! Nice(Chaos) straight into the camera: Oh, we're filming already? Wait, I'm not ready.

And, wow, Nice isn't smiling. Or if he is, it's more like a snide chuckle. It's arrogant and condescending.

Enlighter: I wasn't satisfied with my recent interview with Nice, so I found another one. Your Nice may be good, but have you seen THIS one???? [he almost said ‘mine’]. Nice(Chaos): Screw him, that scripted fool. We'll have a honest conversation. And I'm not Nice anymore. I am Chaos. Enlighter: That's quite a rebranding you got going on. Chaos: I'm blown. You like it? Enlighter: Awesome. A couple of letters changed, of course, powerful rebranding. But what a great work with the image!

Chaos and the God's Eye sit the whole stream, chatting about life, listening to music, swearing at everyone who pisses them off. They don't give a fuck at all.

“We vibe for ourselves. If you vibe with us, you're welcome. If you don't, fuck off.”

And they're pointing in different directions. Chaos makes his gesture 👉👉 BUT WITH MIDDLE FINGERS.

And this stream-podcast is going viral. Many people like it.

bonus under the cut

Also, Chaos created a rock band (of one) in tribute to Wreck. He performs sad-aggressive Russian rock (because I have a song that is LITERALLY Chaos)

Translation:

I am not your hero. Put your faith in other heroes. Do not follow me. I'm here to be myself, not an example.

I'm not your hero. The crusade is canceled, kids. Don't get involved with me. It's just me and my flaws.

I remember a time when I was teaching the planet how to live.I dreamed of making the world a better place.Serious to the point of ridiculousness, you may remember me From the movies, "Master of words" and "Mr. Incredible".

But as time went on and the world seemed to get worse. I was so offended by the words that it didn't want to be saved. The banner of the idea had frayed into something ridiculous, absurd, alien. And I need to, I need to say so...

I am not your hero. Put your faith in other heroes. Do not follow me. I'm here to be myself, not an example.

I am not your hero. The crusade is canceled, kids. Don't get involved with me. It's just me and my flaws.

So clear in my sky, there's not a cloud in sight. It was so cool to believe I was a little bit better than everyone else. I used to use clever phrases that dumb people wouldn't understand And really in those days I thought I didn't belong with them.

I didn't care if the world could teach me a thing or two That I can't say for sure about myself now. For I've always been on a mission of universal importance. What can I say, what can I say...

I am not your hero. Put your faith in other heroes. Do not follow me. I'm here to be myself, not an example.

I am not your hero. The crusade is canceled, kids.

Yeah, but I'm alive. And I'm finally more than fine.

It's time to do something else! Let's throw away the prizes and the trophies. They're all over our walls Let's at least figure out where we are.

I am not your hero. Put your faith in other heroes. Do not follow me. I'm here to be myself, not an example.

I am not your hero. The crusade is canceled, kids. Don't get involved with me. It's just me and my flaws.

Me and my flaws...

[tokiro07]

Ichi the Witch ch.26 thoughts

[Literal Tourist Trap]

(Topics: worldbuilding - Kagami, speculation - Bakugami)

...Yeah, shoulda seen one coming

Of course Ichi charged in instead of formulating a strategy, that's what he does, and we love him for it

So this chapter was mostly for expositing the history and relationship between Bakugami the Magik and Bakugami the country (which I'll refer to by its old name of Kagami to avoid confusion going forward). This didn't make for a particularly exciting chapter, but a necessary one for setting the tone of what's to come

The Bad Ol' Days

Ten years ago, Kagami was undergoing an economic crisis due to the rise of magic item production in neighboring countries, a practice which Kagami used to have a monopoly on

Kagami being a land of magic item crafters goes a long way in explaining Gokuraku, as it means that his capacity to create and graft magic items onto his body didn't come from nowhere, and is instead a skill with likely deep personal meaning to him as a family legacy. It also gives a small glimpse into how Kagami may bounce back after they inevitably lose Bakugami, as Gokuraku's methods are likely extremely advanced compared to the rest of the world

It was also mentioned last week that Bakugami raised Kagami from underground, but there was no direct acknowledgment of that in this chapter. However, I did notice that until Kagami becomes a tourist attraction, the sky in the flashback is never actually shown. There are a couple of shots where you see something that could be the sky, but it's colored in either solid gray or white as opposed to how it's usually drawn with clouds and some gradation. Every other panel though is either indoors or shot from a birds-eye-view, cleverly obscuring the skyline

Kagami being an underground country was likely by design, as it helped them both forage for material and keep that material away from others who might steal it. Once the bubble burst, however, it merely isolated their people from any other economic opportunities that trade and agriculture would have provided for them. Worse, it means that there's no fresh air, which may have helped disease spread among the populace, and no sunlight, which definitely contributed to their malaise

I don't think that Nishi is trying to keep it a secret that Kagami used to be subterranean considering that it was literally in the script last week, but I think that the original Japanese might have been a bit more subtle about its intention and that it is supposed to be somewhat of a surprise when we learn it

Either way, knowing that Kagami was once the premiere magic item country, we also get a bit more context into the mines: they were undoubtedly mining a special ore that facilitated crafting magic items. I don't know what properties this ore has, but it's most likely the stone or metal that Gokuraku has embedded in his spine, and is probably also what his armor is made of, just differently refined

If I had to guess, this ore is going to be a major plot point sooner or later, whether or not Bakugami has any knowledge of or interest in it. Personally, I would expect that it was a contributing factor in his decision to make Kagami his base and eventual victims - either that ore has some kind of positive effect on him and has been helping him become stronger faster, or he sees it as a threat to himself and the World Hater and is trying to eliminate it

That, or he was just attracted by the country's sadness as a perfect snack for him and everything else was a coincidence

Long Con Meal Prep

While the exact mechanism of Bakugami's ability hasn't been elaborated on yet, it's made explicitly clear that he's effectively eating peoples' sadness and growing bigger from it

This is likely why he stopped growing a year ago, because the country is too happy, and the number of sad tourists coming in to unload their sadness onto him is likely too small to contribute to him getting any stronger due to the entry fees. This may or may not be why Bakugami has chosen now to wipe out the people of Kagami, as he needs to turn all of their joy into despair at once to get any more value out of them

Or, again, that's just a convenient way to achieve the goal of sacrificing them to his idol. It doesn't really matter either way, but it is very likely that his method of destroying the country will involve manufacturing a new reason for them to be sad and then absorbing it

What's really interesting to me though is what would happen in that scenario. After Richia hugged Bakugami, it wasn't like her mother came back, she just felt way happier as her sadness disappeared. This implies that the emotion itself was gone, like Richia wasn't capable of being sad about her mother anymore

Not only would this give a clear explanation of why Gokuraku calls Bakugami a parasite, stealing important emotions from people to survive, but it also would explain why Richia seems somewhat apprehensive about the advent celebration. I think Richia might have some idea of what's going on here, like she realizes that she's now missing a fundamental portion of her self even if she doesn't know exactly what is missing

So if the people lose their sadness when Bakugami feeds upon them, what would happen if he personally gave the entire country a reason to be sad and then took away their feelings? I envision it as Bakugami rising above the people, forcing them to look on in horror and despair as he declares his intentions, only for them to all suddenly be cheering and celebrating their impending doom instead

All of their will to escape, to survive, lost in the euphoria of their deity's "salvation." They may even justify it as the price of their joy, and decide to give themselves willingly to pay for all that Bakugami has "given" them. From there, they would just be lambs to the slaughter, offering no resistance as their country meets its end

I could go on about the philosophical implications of that sort of false joy, but I think I'll wait until the narrative makes its own statements on it before I start throwing my own into the mix. I don't want to make too many assumptions about the messaging before Nishi has even said anything!

Until then, let's enjoy life!

[tribalauthor]

CHAPTER 9 •THE EX AND THE EXIT• (3.2K)

previous chapter

Monique and Roman returned from the weekend trip on Sunday night and now Tuesday came aka the meeting with the ex-wife and her new boyfriend.

sunday night

"You could stop here and I will walk." she explained to Roman.

"I don't think so. Look how dark it is. I would be the biggest sociopath if I leave you to walk alone during this time." Roman insisted. "Tell me where you live. I promise, I'm not gonna come to your house unless you invite me yourself."

Monqiue just let out a loud exhale because there is just no way somebody can argue with this man.

"You know, if you tell me you have no lost cases in court, I would believe you, 100%." she said and Roman chuckled.

"I am not a defence attorney. I specialize in corporate law. Representing big companies such as Apple, Chevron Corporation and Ford."

"All three?" Monique seemed shocked and Roman nodded his head.

"Another one was supposed to join us but Virus Law won the deal." the big man sighed in regret and Monique slightly giggled because she loves the inside joke name he created for the rival company.

"Which one?"

"Inenergy." Monqiue's stomach flipped. "This company is in Chicago but now they are spreading around the whole country, Vegas included."

So Phillip wants to create more drug mines in the country, she thought to herself.

"Every cloud has a silver lining, trust me." Monique managed to say.

But that doesn't have to mean Phillip is gonna come to Vegas, right, she asked herself.

"I guess." Roman shrugged and then Monique started giving him directions.

Now it's Tuesday morning but Monique has to go to the bar and rehearse for tonight then she is gonna sneak for a little while. Therefore, it's best for her to take the outfit with her at the bar.

Looking at the wardrobe, however, she has no idea what to wear, so what she did is to call Roman on FaceTime.

"Hey." he said with his deep voice, looking like he is at his office already.

"Hey, can you talk for a while?" she asked.

"Yup. For the next hour until my meeting." Roman replied sweetly.

"What are your visions about my outfit for tonight? What do you want me to give off?" she asked him. "Because I have no idea what to wear."

"Whatever you like, really. I liked that cherry dress I saw you at the cafè." he recalled how beautiful she looked with it.

"But we are not going at a cafè, we are going at a restaurant. So it has to be something more elegant. How does this look?" she took out an assymetric white blazer dress.

Roman gave a nod of agreement.

"With some red pants underneath for example." he gave an idea.

"That's a dress." she corrected him.

"What? Ain't that a blazer?" he came close to the camera and now his face is in a funny frame.

"It's a blazer dress. It's gonna be like this." she put the dress in front of her, so Roman can have a clear vision."

"Perfect. To show off your beautiful thighs a model will envy for." he grinned and Monique slightly shook her head trying not to laugh.

"I am going to listen to your advice and combine it with red heels and a red bag."

"Red is my favourite color." he said with his big grin still on his face.

"Same." Monique squinted her eyes suspiciously. "My hair is going to be straight, though because after dinner I head back to work."

"Okay. Whatever you like, Moni."

"Moni?!" Monique wrinkled her whole face.

"Isn't it cute?"

"No one has ever called me that."

"Cool. It's my original thing then. I am gonna call you that in front of Willow."

"Fine. Whatever you say. You are the director." she rolled her eyes. "What is gonna be my profession?"

"What we said to my colleagues- dance teacher." she really liked her old days as a dance teacher in school.

"Okay. And the same story of how we met."

"Yup. Same script." Roman nodded his head.

"Alright. Then, see ya tonight and good luck on the meeting." Monique wished cutely.

"Thank you. Have a great day." he replied back and they hung up.

"You got a lot to tell us." Vanessa said the second Monique got in the rehearsing room. No 'hi', no 'how are you'.

"Oh my God." she grinned and shook her head. "Well, the whole lawyer community believed we are together but I got another problem. I have to sneak later because I have a meeting with him, his ex-wife and her new man." Vanessa and Maria's jaws hit the floor.

"That hot daddy has an ex-wife with a new man. Girl, he better be Michael B. Jordan cause there is no way." Vanessa said in disbelief.

"And you are gonna act as his fake girlfriend?" Maria asked excitingly.

"She may not be a fake girlfriend anymore, who knows?" Vanessa poked her arm and they started laughing out loud.

"No. Everything is the same. I just know a little more about him. That's it." Monique said. "Anyway, what did I miss?"

"We got a new colleague." Maria replied and she didn't look very pleased.

"Yeah, and she stole the whole bar during this weekend. Do you know why? Because she is a fucking 22 years old, lightskin with big fake ass BBL. Everyone ate her up. The stakes went high this weekend." Vanessa said with bitter tone. They obviously don't like that new girl.

"So Samuel wasn't angry I was away?" Monique calmed down for a bit that he might have forgot about his encounter with Roman.

"No. He is actually very happy from the profits." Vanessa said and there was a big sigh of relief.

"What? You thought he was mad at you?" Maria seemed confused.

"Well, I missed two days also the money Roman gave me is solely for me. He talked with Samuel and somehow convinced him." Monique whispered.

"Get out of here and marry that daddy, I don't know what else to tell you." Vanessa shook her head.

"Stop."

"Girls." Samuel entered in the room. "Monique. In my office." he said and got out of the room and the girl grew a bit worried.

"What's up?" Monique asked as she closed the door of his office.

"Sit down." he said and looked more stern than usual. "Did you have a good weekend with that lawyer who would pass as a wrestler?"

Monqiue furrowed her eyebrows.

"Yes. I am sorry if the meeting with him was uncomfortable. If you want I would give you part of the money-"

"Nah, I don't need a cent from that money he gave you. Don't worry. Did the girls tell you about our newest angel - Adeline?"

"Yes."

"Well, she came here Friday morning, begging for the job. I can't say no to such a beautiful and young girl like her. There is no way, so I hired her."

"Good. Hope she likes it here. I can help her with the training."

"She doesn't need such. The thing is she asked for every-night shift. Poor girl needs some money." Samuel spoke with pity. "And at first I told her that currently I have enough angels here but then I sat down and thought: Hm, maybe one of them has to go away. But who? All of my girls are amazing. Then I recalled that the angel that was supposed to be here that night is making money somewhere else. So, in a way that angel already flew away." he spoke in a narrator's tone as if he is telling a fairytale.

"No, Samuel. You can't do that." Monique was in denial.

"I definitely can especially after the money I made this weekend." he replied coldly. "You can always go to another bar. You are not that old. Better yet you can spend time with the lawyer and work as his full-time fake girlfriend or private dancer thus earn money." these smart-ass suggestions only angered Monique.

"Thank you so much for the ideas." Monique decided she is not going to beg. "I hope Adeline brings a new wave of success in this place. I see, she needs this job more than I do, so okay. I still have to thank you when you took me here when I needed it most." that's the perfect mixture of heartless Monique and graceful Juliet. She stood up.

"Good luck with your future endeavours." Samuel said and she thanked him. "You can say bye to the girls."

After Monique did that, she immediately started going to another bars and look for a job.

"You are extremely beautiful but we are full." one bar owner said.

"You are 31? I think you should consider another profession, darling."

"You are too skinny."

"You are too fat."

"You should think of marrying somebody"

"Isn't it time to give birth?"

She came back to her house and threw herself on the bed, crying. All of this was like a confidence breaker and she really started thinking about everything.

When she started this job four months ago, she didn't realize it really should be a temporary thing.

It's just that because she got away from Phillip, she thought she had all the freedom in the world but rules are all over us, everywhere. Of course, girls in their 20s are going to be preferred. Of course, she has to think about a form of settlement that doesn't necessarily have to include a man or kids.

She had dreams.

Dreams that she never accomplished, not because she couldn't. Phil was more than ready to help her but when she learned the whole truth about him, she realized she doesn't need help from a man like him.

"I know that this job isn't your dream one and there is a specific reason you do it, for example, fast way to earn some money. I can arrange you whatever job you want because I know you aren't going to do this your whole life."

Roman's words echoed in her head. She hated that he is right and more aware about her than herself.

The time has come, so Monique started to get ready for the dinner. She played herself some pop playlist that would boost her confidence.

The pretty woman took a long, everything shower, then started doing all type of self care - body, hair, skin.

Eventually, she decided that her hairstyle is going to be a curly bun to match the elegance with the outfit she picked.

Since Roman mentioned his favorite color is red, Monique decided to put on a red lacy lingerie under the white blazer dress.

The makeup is consisting of light coverage foundation, nude eyeshadow, not very long eyeliner, contour, a little bit of red blush and bright red lipstick.

For scent she used the Cherry Smoke perfume by Tom Ford. She decided she is going to make Roman's head spin tonight.

Just right when she gave herself one last look in the mirror, Monique's phone rang and it's no other than her date.

"Hey." she picked up.

"I am in front of your house, Moni." he said and she almost rolled her eyes from that new nickname he invented for her.

"I am just ready and coming, Romi." she replied back.

"Romi?" Monqiue just imagined his flabbergasted face he did.

"Moni and Romi." Monique said as she was getting out of the apartment, clacking with her stiletto high heels.

"You know what? I like it." he gave his approval and Monique giggled.

"It's cute, yes." she went down the elevator and then went out of the building, seeing Roman's car right in front of it. "I see you. Gotta hang up." she announced and hung up before he could even say something.

Roman took a look at Monique and how mesmerising she looks. Elegant. Classy. And somewhat powerful. She gives off those rich wives you see in the TV series.

Roman got out of the car and went to open the passenger door for Monqiue.

"No need of such formalities." Monique said and hugged him. Roman sensed the pleasent smell of cherries and he completely melted into it.

"You smell amazing." he deeply inhaled from her neck and then placed a few kisses.

"Thank you." Monique replied with giggly voice, since she knew it's going to work.

"What time is it? Do we have time for a little quick session?" Roman took a look at his watch.

"I don't want to be late. I think we left a bad impression to your colleagues." Monique was certain. "Also I don't want anything to get ruined."

"Alright. Alright." Roman put his arms up in defense and let Monique get in the car then he also got in there. "You look...uff. I can't even describe it."

"I thought lawyers have rich vocabulary." Monqiue teased him.

"Ravishing. Alluring. Spectacular. But my favorite word for you is graceful. It describes you best." he spoke honestly and Monique threw a tiny smile.

"Even when I dance?" she furrowed her eyebrows.

"Especially when you dance." he underlined and fired the car. "By the way, we are gonna make this quick and then gonna drop you off to work. I will come just a bit after that if I have to."

"About that...today Samuel fired me."

"What? Why?"

"Because a new younger girl appeared and she made an insane profit this weekend and since I was away, he decided he doesn't need me anymore and yeah." Monique explained, trying not to get too vulnerable in front of Roman but he sensed her sadness.

"Have you tried other bars?" he asked.

"Yes. I tried with at least 20 of them and I got humbled real quick - they are full, I am old, I am fat, I am skinny, I should change my goals and now I don't know what to do."

"First of all, fuck them. Their loss. Look at you, Monique. You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid my eyes upon." he said in a matter of fact tone and Monique pressed her lips. "It takes everything in me not to stop this car right now and fuck the shit out of you, with the deepest respect, and ditch this stupid meeting." he specified and the woman couldn't help but laugh out loud. "I'm serious. Don't let these stupid ass fat uncles tell you shit. This is your life and you will do whatever you want. I told you I can arrange you a job wherever you want. I got enough connections. Take your time now, think about it and tell me, okay?" he asked and she jusy sweetly nodded her head like a puppy.

Monique starts to build some sort of comfort and trust for Roman and she hopes he doesn't screw this up.

"Also if you need mo-"

"I have saved enough money. I would be fine for a while." she interrupted him before he said anything. Not small part of that money is from him.

"Okay. But just know, you are not alone. I can help you with whatever you need." he reminded her and quietly thanked him.

The not so fake couple entered in the fancy restaurant where Willow and Oscar were waiting for them.

Monique locked eyes with Willow who looked completely stunning - an elegant brown top with fallen arms which made her breasts pop out. A girl can envy for natural chest like this.

She is also a natural curlie but her hair is dyed in a honey blonde shade. She stood up and the white elegant trousers hugged her natural perfectly shaped butt.

Monique's jaw almost dropped and started walking to them.

"Willow is wow. Can't spell her name without wow. Why you didn't warn me she is so beautiful, what?" Monique whispered to Roman. "And she gave birth, goddamn. I could never tell."

"She does look like Monica Belucci, oh my god." Willow whispered to Oscar as he couldn't stop looking at Monique.

"Young Monica. Yes." he agreed. "But somehow with even more grace." then Willow glared at him.

"Good evening" Roman greeted them as they got near the table.

"Good evening." they replied.

"Monique, meet my lovely ex-wife Willow and her dear boyfriend, Oscar." she shook hands with them saying "Nice to meet you" and all the other niceties. Monique took a good look at Oscar.

He seems a couple years older than Roman. He had a grayish not so voluminous hair, he may go bald sooner than later, rectangular glasses, no beard, fair skin, tall and slim figure. The typical style for a literature professor.

Now Monique realizes that love is such a crazy thing because how do you go from a man like Roman to a man like Oscar.

As long as she is happy, she thought.

"Nice to finally meet you, Monique." Willow smiled at her.

"You are making it sound as if I was holding her in a cage and prevented her from meeting you." Roman remarked as the two couples sat down.

"You look very beautiful." the ex-wife said to the new girlfriend completely ignoring her ex-husband.

"Thank you. You too. I mean, you look amazing for your age." Monique complemented Willow and Roman snorted.

"What's so funny, Roman? The fact that you dyed and trimmed your beard doesn't hide that you look like her uncle." Willow bit Roman back. "How long have you been together?"

"A month." Monique said.

"That's cute and what do you do for a living?"

"I'm a dancer."

"Dancer...yeah, Roman has a thing for dancers. Every single time. In elementary school Josephine had a ballet dance teacher and he was all covered in drool everytime he saw her."

"That is not-"

"At the concert day he didn't even look at Josephine, he was busy looking at the teacher." Roman had his arms crossed and bit his inner cheeks.

"You didn't catch me with the dance teacher in our bed, did ya?" Roman bit back in the calmest way possible and left Willow speechless for a second. Oscar just cleared his throat.

"Well, I am not a ballet teacher. I am more like from the Latin side." Monique replied to the question, hoping she breaks the ice.

"Interesting." Willow drank from her wine. "And how do you feel about Roman having a kid?"

"I mean I used to work as a school dance teacher too, so I love kids. I would like to have one day."

"One day." Willow repeated quietly. "And when do you intend to introduce Monique to Josephine?" Willow turned to her ex-husband.

"Whenever both of them feel ready. Is the cross examination done?" Roman started getting a bit annoyed because his wife became like a prosecutor examining two defendants.

"No. Does your mother know?"

"No. Our relationship is still very fresh and we'd like to keep it lowkey." Roman replied.

"Lowkey but you took her with you for all of your colleagues to see. Doesn't make any sense." Willow started becoming suspicious. "Ain't that weird? Do your parents know?" Willow turned to Monique.

"I am an orphan." she replied and the ex-wife immediately felt bad and Roman was in shock because he also had no idea that Monique has no parents.

Every time she has to say she is an orphan, her heart always cracks, since the grief can never go away.

The ex-husband glared at his ex-wife.

"How about we order? Oh, there is Sunday roast." Oscar said excitingly, looking at the menu but the tension is still strongly roaming around the table.

[chaaistained]

🍨 and ☕️ for your marauders dr and your gotham academy dr coz i haven’t seen anyone ask about your other drs n im highkey curios lmao

omgggg a dr i haven’t talked a lot abt?? anon you’re already interesting to me bcs you asked abt this specific dr like man . i haven’t touched this drs script in ages but i’m proud of it !! ty for the ask darling 🫶🏽

🍨 affogato . . . how does your s/o show love? does their love language align with one of the traditional 5 types, or is it something unique to them? do they have a special way of making you feel appreciated?

for my MARAUDERS DR — regulus is a big quality time and physical touch person. he's also a big bickering person. i think this is a trope i end up subconsciously manifesting with every single s/o but he seems to find some weird enjoyment in annoying me, in a way where i'm not exactly annoyed just irritably amused. but yeh he mostly just likes hanging out with me, it's usually silent where we're doing our own thing or it's me talking and he'll chime in every so often with a thought or something to add to my rambles, he also likes being in some form of physical contact, usually it's our knees or elbows touching, or our shoulders. his fingers manage to find their way between mine every time our hands are near, stuff like that. i think something quite unique to him is eye contact, regulus is usually someone who's gaze would sweep past another person, he doesn't really pay much mind to those who don't matter to him, and even when he is paying attention, he's usually looking elsewhere, at the ground, at the sky, his notebook, a piece of parchment, he's occupied whilst listening. but with me, i notice he gives me his full attention more often than not, he really searches for my eyes, esp when i'm actively looking away. it's quite flustering but it also immediately calms me down so in that way, i appreciate it more than i let on

for my GOTHAM ACADEMY DR — let it be known here first, my s/o in my gotham academy dr is (drum rolls) damian wayne!! also disclaimer : this is a different damian wayne than my other dc drs. like in my arrowverse dr, damian's just bruce's kid and he has a different face claim and a more comic accurate personality, but in my gotham academy dr, my face claim for damian is technically my better cr bf and dami's personality is a bit different too, so idk, in my head they're like different people? anyway. damian also fits the bill with the "annoying my girl bcs i need that adrenaline rush while she glares at me" bullshit .. other than that he's mainly very words of affirmation. damian is incredibly observant and he can pretty easily pick up on where i need validation and he readily offers to me. actually, he pretty much offers every opinion up kinda readily, but especially so when he's building up my confidence. he also just enjoys giving me compliments, says its the least he can do. also an avid gift giver, would start off by researching what to gift a girl and would buy some really expensive things but he quickly realises that i more so appreciate the depth of the gifts like when he sketches me whilst i'm not paying attention and slips the sketch in between the pages of my notebook, or when he paints on those small canvases you can display on your desk, or when he finds this very specific scent of perfume that i loved and forgot the name of and gives it me on a random tuesday — he's extremely observant and equally as thoughtful

☕️ hot chocolate . . . what does the winter season look like for you two? are you two the type to stay cozy inside and order takeout, or would you rather go for a walk in the snow ? do you celebrate any holidays, birthdays, or anniversaries together during winter?

for my MARAUDERS DR — winter at hogwarts is absolutely magical, everything is covered in white pearlescent snow which seems to glitter every time the sun peeks through the clouds. winter with regulus is a lot of sneaking into each other's common rooms and finding some small toasty corner and cuddling there. usually we're reading books or ranting about the latest quidditch match, whether its a professional league or a match at our school. a lot of nights are spent in the library, the senior studies section is notorious for becoming a camping ground and regulus and i are not unfamiliar with it. also a lot of trips to hogsmeade, like every week, when winter rolls around classes start to slack off ever so slightly, everyone getting ready for the holidays. a lot of walks to this one lake in hogsmeade, i try my best to ice skate in my shoes and regulus leans against a tree eating a warmed pumpkin pasty while enjoying the show aka me falling flat on my ass. if the nights ever get super cold i actually go to his dorm and sleep next to him, the invisibility cloak is a godsend at that point. the dungeons can get pretty chilly so i convince him that sharing body heat is the way to go ahahahsdk and ofcs he's not one to deny a night of cuddles. essentially, we try and spend as much time together as we can before we need to separate for christmas which we each spend with our folks.

for my GOTHAM ACADEMY DR — winter in gotham is a bit of a nightmare at times i’ll be honest, but there are these moments . when it’s early in the morning, the sky is still a light violet blue, the city is starting to bustle again, slowly waking up, and the somber grey of the sky seems to beg you to stay in bed for an hour longer, yeahhh i tend to sleep in a lot and usually find myself being woken up by damian while he’s on a morning patrol before school. it’s a bit odd to wake up to robin rapping his knuckles against your bedroom window and sneaking in softly after he sees you peek up from under the covers. a lot of study dates which end up being movie dates, textbooks open yet abandoned on his bed while we huddle under a blanket with his projector set up, both of us with warm mugs of alfred’s hot chocolate and cookies. we also always make it habit to visit the gotham city winter wonderland fair, mostly because something wrong is bound to happen at some point and it’s wise for one of the bats to be there to prevent it and assist civilians, but also, it’s just fun in general — warm street food, shining bright lights, carnival games, damian’s arm over my shoulder while we try and out shoot each other and he loses graciously bcs he can’t raise suspicion, so i choose to buy the stuffed animal that he wanted rather than the one i wanted. also, i cannot possibly forget this, but bat family snowball battles >>>

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All of Your Flaws are Aligned with This Mood of Mine

Sebastian Wilder x gn!reader

900 words

∘₊✧ Summary: This time, Seb goes too far.

∘₊✧ Authors’s notes: Based on the line 'When have you done anything that anyone liked?' from the original La La Land script (covered in this tasty post), and inspired by conversations of Seb being a total bastard with the darling @heresthestorymorningglory, without whom I would write far, far fewer fics. Title from Irresistible by Fall Out Boy.

∘₊✧ Warnings/content: NSFW, blow job, humiliation, orgasm denial, set during a fight with Seb but it's insinuated the whole relationship with him is pretty toxic

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‘When have you done anything that anyone liked?’

The words hang heavy in the space between you – a space that has steadily expanded with every jibe and cutting insult you’ve thrown at one another in the last half hour. The record playing behind you fades into deathly silence.

Sebastian, with all his suave charm and quiet intellect spills pure poison when he’s feeling this way out, when you’ve rubbed each other up the wrong way and can’t manage to halt the descent into waters you’d usually not dream of treading with anyone else.

You stare him out. He’s gone a step too far this time and he knows it. He swallows hard, throat dry and grating, trying to mask his regret, trying to stand his ground, ready for you to fight back.

His eyes glimmer as you lift your head proudly to answer his delightfully disparaging question.

The words you plan to kick back with are too delicious to get wrong. He waits anxiously as you lick your lips, your eyes calculating as you finally open your mouth to speak.

‘You like it when I suck your dick, don’t you?’

That glimmer in his striking blues turns into a flash of surprise — he didn’t expect it, sure, but it isn’t just that. He liked it, too.

Sebastian shifts uncomfortably under your gaze, your words swirling through his clouding mind and coursing downward to pool, hot and uncomfortable, at his core.

‘Well? Don’t you?’ you push.

He clears his throat, cheeks powdering with a brand new deep blush, replacing the prickling heat of infuriation that had coloured them pink before.

He blinks his gaze away as you stride right up to him, shame consuming him whole at how his body is responding to this. Does it count as humiliation? Does he like that? Shit.

When you land an inch away from his face, he hopes you’ll spit some spiteful remark, but instead you reach to touch his jaw with steady, gentle fingertips, and he flinches.

‘Seb?’ you whisper, almost seductively. It shouldn’t make him dizzy, but it does.

An, ‘Mhmm?’ is all he can manage by reply.

You laugh then. Mocking, cruel, and he shudders. His trousers have grown incredibly tight in the last few seconds. He’s scared, he realises, and the fear is thrilling.

You drop to your knees, shoving his trousers down past his knees, rough and uncaring. Licking your lips more pointedly this time, you gaze up at his irritatingly handsome face. He whimpers at the intensity. His cock leaks and twitches before he can even think about trying to stop it – not that he could really control that even if he wanted to.

It’s weak and pathetic and not at all in the same realm as the Seb who was spitting out a stream of all the worst things you think about yourself combined with that special brand of Sebastian Wilder venom that rubs salt into wounds he’s already inflicted.

His hips jerk forward, knees buckling at how jarring this all is, and you lick a warm, wet stripe up his length.

He whines, fingers scrambling for purchase on the wall he’s backed against.

‘Lost for words now?’ you taunt, chuckling to yourself as you lean in for another, more lingering taste of him.

Seb’s eyes squeeze shut as you gaze up at him, and you swear you see a tear drip free to trickle down his cheek.

You smirk around his cock, wrapping your fingers around the base and massaging as you take his length into your mouth and suck hard, swirling your tongue to flick over the tip each time you pull back before swallowing him whole again.

It’s already the best blow job he’s ever received and he’s embarrassed at how quickly he’s nearing his release with you working him like this.

He needs to fight back; needs to make you work for his release as punishment, but he’s leaking steadily now, throbbing in the warm comfort of your mouth, and his vision is turning blurry.

‘P-please,’ he begs, more to himself than to you, and you can feel him nearing his peak now.

You slow, and he breathes a sigh of relief, hoping it will give him time to make this last, stand his ground.

His whole body shivers as you drag your teeth along his length, but then you kiss his pre-cum coated tip and sit back on your heels admiring him, watching every little pulse of his thick, needy cock.

The relief that washes over Sebastian dwindles. He cock feels cold and unloved without your lips around it, and you’re taking too long to come back.

Chest heaving, he tries to hold his breath long enough to open one eye just enough to glimpse down and gather what you’re playing at.

He sees you getting to your feet, unhurried and smug.

Brow knitting, he opens both eyes wide, starting at the glittering of your eyes as you lean in close enough for your breath to brush against his ear as you whisper, ‘Fuck. You.’

Breathless, cock aching, dripping onto the floor between his feet, he watches you leave. Watches you struggle a little with the lock on his door before letting it slam shut behind you, not turning back. Gone.