#like you look at one of those “oh but its not that bad” people's profile

[mdrarw]

I feel like a lot of non-artists don't understand how defeated some artists feel when they look at ai art. For some it's because they think that ai art is better than their own, for others it's just the sheer disgust they feel when they look at ai art. AI art has been turned into a joke for many people, but looking at ai art is genuinely demotivating, and atleast for me, really fucking annoying.

And then there are people who'll go on about "oh but midjourney was already taking your art" okay, and? Is it not disgusting how Tumblr was aware of AI taking their artist's art, and instead of trying to implement some rules to stop this, they decide to make money off of it? And no, I will not leave Tumblr, because this has been the best platform for me to post art on, but Tumblr has now consciously decided to ruin that. I mean, where do you even want to go? Twitter's dying, TikTok is a hell scape, deviant art is also doing AI bullshit, and Instagram is just downright ass.

It makes me feel very defeated to think about all this, and I don't think anyone who doesn't know how this feels like should be telling artists that it's "not that bad". Please, for the love of God, shut up.

[sundrop-writes]

Hi! I love your works! I saw your request are open, so I was wondering if I could ask how would Spencer react to the reader fainting into his arms?

I love this request so much. As a POTSie, this is really close to my heart - and idk if this was your intention or not, but I decided to make it that the reader has POTS.

Requests are OPEN

How would Spencer Reid react to you fainting around him?

Warnings: Reader's gender is not described - reader is gender neutral; the reader's looks are not really described either; the reader faints due to a pre-existing medical condition; the reader is mentioned to have POTS; this is Spencer during his Professor era; the reader is also a Professor at the University that Spencer teaches at; this fic uses Y/N and L/N (as in Last Name); the reader loses consciousness completely and Spencer attends to them to make sure they are okay; some light fluff/romance; I think that's it? Not really proofread. This could be described as hurt/comfort (I found it very comforting to write) - even if you aren't chronically ill, I encourage you to read and enjoy!!!

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Spencer didn’t really know you.

Since he had started teaching at the university, he had seen you around many times, and a face like yours - someone as gorgeous as you definitely stuck out in his mind. But he had never formally introduced himself. He could have used the excuse that he was busy preparing his lectures, and racing back and forth to the BAU between those lectures. But even if he hadn't spoken to you, he had been admiring you from afar for a long time. 

That was why, when he found a notebook that belonged to you sitting on one of the benches on the quad, he didn’t hesitate to bring it to your office. It needed to be returned to its rightful owner, and that owner was someone he had been secretly admiring for some time now. It was the perfect excuse to introduce himself to you. He thought that sitting on the notebook when he went outside to take his morning coffee break could be considered fate. Especially when he flipped open the cover, looking for some sign of who it belonged to, and he saw your name written on it. 

(Did he also flip through the rest of the pages, seeing the poems you had written, along with some beautiful sketches of birds and stills of flowers, and felt his stomach stir even more, realizing that he was falling for you before even talking to you? Maybe. He would have denied it, though.) 

He knocked on your door late, on his way out for the day, hoping that you were still there, and he was surprised to find the hinge creaking open underneath his fist. 

“Hello?” He called out. “Professor L/N?” 

“Oh, come in!” You called back. 

Spencer walked in and found the room to be a mess of papers - many open file boxes scattered about the room, with papers scattered everywhere in an utter hurricane of paper. 

You were focused on the file box in front of you, a frown knit across your brows as you flipped through them one by one, clearly intently looking for something. 

“I’m sorry.” Spencer apologized. “Is this a bad time?” 

“Oh, uh-” You finally looked up from your searching, and when you locked eyes with Spencer, you were surprised to find a doe-eyed, curly-haired, incredibly attractive man standing in the middle of your messy office. “I’m sorry. I- you’re that FBI guy, right? Reid?” 

You ignored his question in favor of being introduced to him properly - you had heard his name from the mouths of other people; gossip from your colleagues about how a real FBI profiler would be teaching a class about the psychology of serial killers and profiling. 

“Yes.” Spencer nodded. “I’m Doctor Spencer Reid. But you can call me Spencer, if you prefer.” 

“Spencer.” You repeated back, grinning at him. “I’m Professor L/N, as you said. But you can call me Y/N.” 

“Well, Y/N, I just came to return this.” Spencer explained, reaching into his bag and pulling out your notebook. 

Your eyes instantly lit up at the sight of it. 

“Oh my gosh.” You gasped quietly. “Thank you so much.” You took it back, giving him a grateful smile. “I don’t even know where my head is today, I-” 

Spencer gave a small grin as he followed your gaze around the mess you had created in your office. 

“I know this looks chaotic, but…” You looked for an excuse. “A student asked me for a copy of an essay they wrote a few years ago as a reference for their thesis. And I thought I had everything well organized. But - apparently my head is just not on very straight.” 

The forgetfulness, and your inability to go through the files in an efficient way - the lack of focus, it was only compounded by your pre-existing condition. Which was only made worse by the fact that you had forgotten to eat lunch, and it was well past dinner time now. 

“Oh, that’s completely understandable.” Spencer chuckled. “I can help you look through some of these if you want?” 

Your hands were shaking as you grasped the notebook and as Spencer became blurry in your vision - you thought about going to sit down in your office chair for a break after it was too late. 

“Y/N?” 

He became worried when you didn’t respond, when the expression on your face became more distant and he noticed your lips paling from a healthy color. 

In the next moment, you were falling. 

Spencer rushed to catch you, his instincts kicking in - everything in his body screaming that he needed to keep you from hitting the floor, that he needed to keep you safe. One of his hands cradled the back of your head, and the other arm wrapped around the middle of your back - he was surprised by how heavy your body felt when you were purely dead weight, your body entirely limp as you went completely unconscious, your eyes rolling into the back of your head in a scary way. 

He knelt down slowly, taking you down to the floor in the most gentle way possible, not wanting to drop you accidentally and have you hit your head because of his incompetence. The more the seconds ticked on and your eyelids stayed limp, your lips almost purple and your mouth gaped - the more his own heart thumped in his chest with intense fear. 

“Hey, hey, come on.” He continued to cradle your head with one hand, but now that you were mostly resting on the floor, he moved his other arm from your back to gently rub across your cheek - hoping to rouse you back to consciousness. “Come on, stay with me. Y/N. Wake up. Please?” 

He gently tapped your cheek, no where close to slapping you - but hoping to stimulate your nervous system with touch in some way. 

A huge breath of relief sucked through his chest when your eyelids started flickering and your eyes began moving around, clearly searching for something in the room as you regained consciousness. You let out a moan, trying to form words, and Spencer put a gentle hand on your shoulder, trying to calm you. 

“Hey, shh, it’s okay. Just relax.” He told you, trying to keep his voice calm - trying not to betray any of the anxiety that he was truly feeling. 

His first instinct was to call an ambulance - obviously you needed medical attention. What had happened to you? What if it was something serious? 

And while he was patting down his pockets for his phone, you let out another moan and lifted one of your limp arms, drawing his attention to the jingle of a medical alert bracelet on your arm. 

He shoved his phone back into his pocket and moved to grab the pendant on the bracelet, reading it carefully. 

Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome 

There was an emergency number listed, but it wasn’t 9-1-1 - Spencer had to guess that it was a family member of yours, or a doctor. So he had to guess that calling an ambulance wasn’t the thing to do. The condition sounded familiar to him - he read medical journals on occasion because he found them to be mentally engaging, and - because of occasions like this; if he could use the information to help someone. 

He remembered that it was a condition in which the autonomic nervous system fails to regulate blood flow, resulting in fainting when too much blood pools in the legs. So elevating the legs can help a person with the condition regain consciousness easier. 

Spencer hated to rest your head on the hardness of the floor, but he rushed to take off his blazer, and folded it up to put it underneath your head as a makeshift pillow, and then he looked around frantically - and the only good thing he could find were the file boxes. He stacked a few of them and brought them closer, and then situated your legs so they were elevated up on top of the boxes, above your prone body. 

He took your hand and held it - again, simply out of instinct. Wanting you to know that he was there with you while you lingered on the edge of consciousness. But with his helpful first aid, it wasn’t long then - only a minute or two - before your eyes blinked open more confidently and you tried to sit up. 

“Hey, take it easy.” Spencer implored, pushing you gently to lay back down. “Just rest for a few minutes, okay?” 

Usually - you would have rushed to become upright again, even if it was against medical advice. But something about Spencer’s presence was gentle and soothing, and you found yourself actually listening to him. 

“Sorry,” You muttered out, the word practically turning into a slur on your lips - your face tingling and numb as the blood slowly migrated back to your head. “I - I didn’t mean to s-scare you.” 

“You did scare me a little bit.” Spencer chuckled. “Hopefully next time I see you, you don’t end up on the floor.” 

“Well, my condition gets b-better when I eat s-salty foods.” You remarked, telling him the truth about the medical advice you had been given, feeling bold to let this roll into a flirty opportunity. “Maybe you could t-take me to dinner-r next time?” 

Spencer grinned down at you, and let out a light laugh. 

“Sounds like a date.” 

...

A/N: I have to say that this was so comforting for me to write. The amount of times in my life that I have fainted and been terrified, or I have been berated by the people around me for ‘faking’ it when I was feeling incredibly ill and barely conscious. If I fainted and I woke up to Spencer holding my hand and treating me so well like this - I would feel so relaxed and comforted. This was so amazing for me to write, and did help to heal a small fraction in the huge lifetime of medical trauma that I have.

Criminal Minds Masterlist

[hwayangyeon]

NSFW ex bf actor heeseung x actress reader // you meet heeseung during met gala and he fucks you in the bathroom // a lot of teasing, mirror sex, bathroom sex, public sex kinda // 1.3k words

pt.2 here!! & pt.3 here!!

you sat at the beautifully decorated table, next to other beautifully decorated tables. more and more people started entering the hall and taking their seats. thankfully the chairs at your table were still empty, it gives you some time to check the nameplates and, if you come across an unknown surname, look up the person's instagram profile.

you looked to your right, the small paper read "rina sawayama". great, you like her music. it might be like last year when you were the only actress at your table.

you looked to your left, moved the card to see its front, and– "FUCK!" you exclaimed, probably too loud which granted you a few glances from other celebrities.

fucking lee heeseung will be fucking sitting next to you. who assigned those fucking tables?

actors are all sorts of people - rude, kind, bossy, hardworking, or totally insufferable to work with. heeseung was the last type.

the thing is, he wasn't a bad actor. if he was, your paths wouldn't cross so often. it was his attitude, his cockiness that angered you so much. there was this one movie you both starred in where you had to kiss, and he kept making up excuses to reshoot the scene because he knew how much you hate kissing him, given your dating history from high school.

"happy to see me?" you heard a whisper in your ear. it didn't shock you, you knew that voice too well. you would be lying if you said it didn't send a shiver down your spine, though.

"wish i didn't have to," you took a sip of wine from your glass, "this is your doing, am i right?"

"oh, don't think so lowly of me."

"this isn't the lowest i have thought of you." you turned back to him and gave him a proper look.

his shirt perfectly ironed, broad shoulders emphasized by the navy blue suit. the color of his lips perfectly matched with the strawberry you just ate while waiting for the main dish. the dangly earrings you liked so much. not on him, you just like this type of jewelry. even his hair was flawless, his stylists must have spent a good hour on him.

after every seat at your table was taken, the gala had rightfully started. surprisingly heeseung was behaving himself, talking with other guests, not really paying attention to you. it was your behavior that was questionable.

because of your tight dress, your knees kept drifting to the left, occasionally touching heeseung's leg, after which he proceeded to brush your thigh with his thumb, saying "excuse me," as if he bumped into you. whenever that happened you jumped back to sitting straight, but then your legs started moving to the other side, and you didn't want to bother the woman on your right, so you just excused yourself from the table and went to the bathroom.

because of the banquet just starting, the toilet room was empty. you stood in front of the mirror, wanting to reapply your lipstick when it struck you that you had left your purse on your seat, "fuck."

"forgot this?" you heard the annoying voice. you didn't even notice him following you here.

"it's a women's bathroom, heeseung."

"it's not."

you looked around only to see a display of luxurious men's fragrances for guests to try, "shit."

you wanted to walk past him and leave the room, but he was blocking the door.

"you look so beautiful today, i can't keep my eyes off of you." you knew that tone, he was playing.

"move."

"ah, isn't it just like in moonlight?" he pretended to have a conversation with you, "the bathroom scene, do you remember?" he looked down at you and smirked.

oh you wish you didn't. it was the first sex scene you've ever filmed. of course you weren't having actual intercourse, but it was pretty intimate. you remembered it too well, him delicately touching your skin to make sure you're comfortable, breathing into your lips, looking at you with so much desire.

his face started moving closer to you, calmly, so you could back away if you wanted to, but you couldn't force yourself to.

your lips met his and, shit, they not only look good together on camera but feel amazing too, as if they were carved specifically for each other. it was like two magnets finally connecting. it was a matter of seconds for heeseung to have you bent over the counter.

he moved your dress up carefully, slowly so you can have all the time you want to regret your decision. oh you hated how easily he could read your mind, "hurry up," you rushed him.

"are you this needy for me?" he pushed onto you harder and you could feel the bulge in his pants.

"i don't want anyone to walk in."

"why? it wouldn't be the first time when people see you like this for me," he said, still referencing the movie.

honestly, you wanted to turn around and slap him on the face, which he expected and so firmly grabbed your hips, unabling you to move. then he unzipped his pants and swiftly put his dick inside you, not wasting any more seconds.

without a doubt your body still knew his, he entered you so easily only for you to clench on him immediately after, causing a gasp even from him.

you both looked at each other in the mirror, a smirk appearing on his face once he saw how hard you were trying to keep your lips pressed together.

he was thrusting into you deeply, not leaving any space between you and the sink. his warm body pressing onto you from behind and you rubbing on the stone-cold porcelain from the front really fucked you up. it was difficult for you to hold yourself up, which heeseung noticed and helped you by grabing your neck and pulling you back, closer to him.

a strap holding your dress fell off your shoulder, exposing your right breast. you wanted to bring it back, but he stopped your hand, "i want to watch."

it drove you mad how he kept whispering into your ear, how you melted because of it, how he perfectly caressed your spot, how hot you were getting, how you wanted him to watch.

"why is it that you always come back to me?" he looked your reflection in the eyes while kissing the side of your neck.

"not to you," you paused because of the moan escaping your lips, "to this."

"to this?" he moved his hand up to your jaw, his fingers brushing over your lips, oh you had to tighten your legs together, "i know you want me to put my fingers into your mouth. it always made you cum."

it was so hard to not break eye contact with him because of the filth he said to you, but you were already so red on your face, tears slowly had started to build up in your eyes, you couldn't give him more satisfaction. he can't know how good he's making you feel, even though it's not difficult to tell from the wet sounds you're making.

"come for me. i want to know that you're still mine," the more he talks the closer you feel to your release, but you can't give up so easily. not that you want him to fuck you longer, you just don't want him to think that you're so easy for him.

but you are. no matter how hard you tried to stop your orgasm, it came. you coated his dick with your sweet, glistening liquid. a single tear ran down your cheek, finishing the scene.

"you did so well, baby." he kissed your exposed back.

"don't call me that," you moved his hands away from you.

pt. 2 here!! pt.3 here!!

after hotel.

[darkbluekies]

jerry x idol reader (any gender but preferably fem reader)

reader is a super famous and beloved by many (including jerry) and this causes reader to have some stalkers (including jerry jajaja)

anyways jerry is walking home one day and sees someone getting kidnaped and was going to just leave and then *gasp* its her baby girl idol reader but oh nooo the person trying to kidnap reader had knocked them out so jerry saves the day (yippee!!) and help nurse them back to heath but oh no now that jerry has them why would she let them go??????

SORRY FOR BAD ENGLISH also sorry if you have already done this

Starstruck

Female!mafia!yandere x fem!kpop!idol reader

Summary: Jerry gets to finally have her little kpop girl to herself and will never let her go

Warnings: kidnapping, mentions of starvation, disordered eating, faking death, yandere, mafia, mentions of sexualisation, handcuffs, humiliation, self hate, loneliness, drugging

Word count: 4.2k

The earbuds are deep into her ears, blasting your groups new single. It must be her favorite comeback yet. You came back with a bright bubblegum concept for the spring, with the song being everything Jerry rejects. You’re the rapper, with the sweetest voice Jerry has ever heard. You’ve been called ‘siren voice’ on numerous fan accounts and in articles. She can’t help but grin ear to ear while fiddling with the phone. You’re her wallpaper, her profile picture on social media and her photocard in her phone case. She has been to your concerts, your fan meets, your birthday cafe’s and — thanks to her contacts — been able to find out where you stay for overseas promotions, your phone number, your siblings names and countless other things that Jerry loves to keep for herself. When she’s tired, she watches your variety shows and vlogs, often falling asleep to them when she feels lonely.

Everyone around her knows about her love for your group — and especially you — and no one dares to talk badly about it. Jerry, the gang’s coldest and rudest member is soft for a little kpop girl and they can’t help but let her have that. They even give her your merchandise on her birthday. 

You’re the same age but you couldn’t be more different. You are humble, sweet and full of charms … Jerry is a murderer, involved with a criminal gang and unpleasant. She has talked to you a couple of times during fan meets, but only for a minute at a time, and you’ve always been so nice to her. You’ve admired her tattoos and thanked her for gifts. You’ve held her hands and smiled at her. Not many people do that to Jerry. Most people give her disgusted looks and stay as far away from her as possible … but not you. You’re the best person Jerry has ever come across … and she’s just … Jerry. 

Unfortunately, she isn’t the only one that loves you. More people have figured out how wonderful you are and have started to follow you wherever you go. Jerry had believed that she was your only stalker, but was proven wrong when an article came out about a person breaking into your group’s dorm and scaring you and your members. The police caught him, but didn’t do anything about it. Jerry took things in her own hands and, together with a ‘friend’ of hers, killed him. She enjoyed the feeling of his blood on her hands and is certain to do it again. As long as you are safe, she will continue to kill for you. 

She’s next in line. Jerry can barely understand that she’s going to talk to you again. She has a small goodie bag in her shaking hands. Damn those hands, exposing her. She isn’t nervous when following enemies through dark alleyways, killing them ruthlessly … but she feels like she’s going to faint when talking to you. She doesn’t want to talk to your members, only you. But she doesn’t want you to think that she is rude, so she always manages some cold smalltalk. 

She talks with your members for a minute each before she finally reaches you. Oh God, you. Your pink hair makes you glow and your bright smile could melt Jerry’s ice cold heart. 

“Hi!” you gasp in surprise and wave at her, almost doing jazzhands. “I remember you!”

Jerry feels her heart stop. 

“D-Do you?” she asks and hits herself for stammering. 

She sits down in front of you. 

“It’s you with the tattoos!” you smile. 

“I wanted to give this to you”, Jerry says and puts the small goodie bag on the table. 

“Really? For me?” You pout. “You’re so nice. 

You open the bag and pulls out a little bag charm in the shape of a sun. You smile, touched at the sweet gesture, and meet Jerry’s eyes. 

“It’s so cute, thank you so much!” you say. “I love it, I will wear it all the time.”

You start to admire the little plush sun. Jerry stares at you with emotions she can’t explain. She feels guilty for looking at you, yet so very thankful. In her darkest moments, you have been there without even realizing, but she pities you that you have to be the one she’s obsessed with. You, who never wants anything to do with things Jerry does, and Jerry who involves you without you knowing. But Jerry is so happy that you exist, that you can give her a few moments of escape from her cruel and dark life.

You suddenly frown.

“Why are you crying?” you ask and hurry to take her hands. “Don’t cry.”

Jerry hurries to dry the tears she didn’t even notice that she was spilling.  Your soft hand comes up to wipe one of her tears.

“Don't cry, it's okay”, you smile. 

“Thank you”, Jerry whispers.

Fucking hell she doesn't deserve you.

She picks up her phone to see that you’ve posted a new selfie on Instagram. Your strawberry pink hair brightens up your face, making you even cuter than you already are. She presses the heart icon, but frowns. It’s near two am, you should sleep, not post gorgeous selfies on Instagram. The pic must have been taken earlier today, youre wesring the same clothes and hairstyle as you did during yhe fansign, but that gives you no reason to publish them now. If you could have waited until two am, you could have waited until the morning. But, nonetheless, Jerry smiles. It was as if you posted the picture specifically for her. She’s on her way home, walking the dark streets of Seoul all by herself. Maybe you knew that she needed a bit of cheering up?

Muffled screaming cuts through the headphones and Jerry glances up, seeing two men trying to pull a woman with them. The darkness hides their faces. Jerry decides to ignore them and take another way home, not wanting anything to do with other people’s business, but suddenly notices the familiar pink hair. She takes a few steps closer and freezes with realization that the pink haired lady about to get pulled into a black van is none other than her little kpop girl!

Jerry pulls up her gun from her belt and hurries over. She doesn’t want to shoot them in front of you, but she knows that it will be enough to scare them away. These men are just normal pathetic stalkers, not real criminals.

She wastes no time trying to talk or intimidate them. One of the men tries to attack her, but he isn’t prepared for Jerry’s many years of martial arts training. She's quicker, smaller, more precise. As soon as they're down, she grabs you by the arm and runs. You're crying as you run beside her. And suddenly, you fall.

 “Oh, shit!” Jerry gasps and hurries to catch you. “You can't faint here!”

She sinks down beside the building's wall with you in her arms, breathing heavily. Jerry has never seen you this close before and she can't stop staring. She knows that you are gorgeous, but you're unbelievable in reality. Jerry stands up and picks you up in her arms before starting to walk towards her apartment. She can't leave you alone in the middle of the street … and she most certainly won't give you back to your agency. They can't protect you like she can, she thinks, just watch what just happened and all the other times you've been close to harm. Jerry will make sure nothing ever happens to you again.

As soon as she comes into her apartment, she locks the door behind her and carries you to her bedroom, places you down into her bed, tucking you in. Jerry stares at you with wide eyes as she slowly backs away from the bed. You are in her bed …she never thought that this would happen … but here you are. Her little kpop girl.

Jerry scoffs with a smile and runs her hand through her black shoulder length hair. 

She fumbles for her phone and calls her boss.

“What is it, Jerry?” he asks before she has the time to say anything.

“You will never guess what just happened”, Jerry smiles. 

“What?”

“Let me turn on video chat …” she presses the little icon with shaking fingers and directs the camera towards your face. “Do you see that? Do you see who I have?”

Her boss breaks out into a smile.

“No fucking way you kidnapped her”, he chuckles. “You're unbelievable. Do you think she will fall in love with you? After you've kidnapped her?”

“I saved her, she will thank me.”

“I doubt that you will let her go.”

“Of course I won't. How am I going to be able to let her go back to her shit company? They don't even protect her properly and they mistreat her! Besides, I will save her from all of those creeps that she has as fans.”

“Are you really going to pull her into this world? How nice is that, hm?”

Jerry feels a spark ignite in her chest.

“Mind your own fucking business, will you?” she snarls. “I don't tell you how to deal with your private life.” With that said she hangs up.

Anger is still bubbling in her chest, but when she looks at you, it all disappears. She sighs sadly. I'm sorry, Y/N. I will make sure nothing happens to you. I promise.

She brings a chair to the bed and sits down on it, facing you to make sure that she can reassure you when you wake up, so that you don't have to be afraid. She has been knocked out and woken up in strange places multiple times and knows how terrifying that can be, especially if it's one’s first time.

She's awoken by someone poking her arm and hurries to sit up.

“Fuck, I fell asleep”, she mumbles.

She looks up and meets your terrified eyes. Your entire body is trembling.

“W-Where-?” you stammer.

“Oh, right!” Jerry gasps. “I saved you from those two men that tried to kidnap you.”

“You …” your eyes widen, and you look almost … relieved? “It's you! I'm happy to see a familiar face, at least …”

“You don't have to be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you … if that's what you think.”

You nod carefully.

“Where are my things …?” you ask carefully.

Jerry frowns. You hadn't had anything.

“I think you must have dropped them”, she says.

Which, if anything, is better for her.

“What time is it?” you ask. “I have to go back…”

Jerry freezes. It's still in the middle of the night, and she doesn't want to let you go!

“It's still night and you're shaken up, you should stay here … at least til the morning”, Jerry says. “Lat down again, get some sleep. Or are you hungry? Should I order some food for us?”

“I'm okay … thank you, though.”

“Yeah, yeah, o-of course.”

That fucking stuttering. She wants to hit herself.

In the morning, you meet Jerry out in the living room. Jerry has barely been able to sleep because of the extreme excitement, scared that if she falls asleep she'll wake up and realize that all of this is a dream.

“I realized that I never got to know your name”, you say and sit down in front of the couch. “I have talked to you multiple times but never known what your name is.”

“You can call me Jerry”, Jerry says.

“‘Can call me’? Isn't that your real name?”

“Well, I kind of changed it.” 

She clears her throat and picks up her phone, before quickly hiding it again. Your photocard. Too late. You've already reached for her phone with a smile.

“Is that me?” you ask excitedly. 

Jerry looks away in embarrassment.

“You weren't supposed to see that”, she mutters. 

“Oh, it's from this comeback! You have our most recent album?”

Jerry got herself seven copies to get your photocard. Damn your company only giving one photocard per album.

“Yeah”, she mumbles.

“Do you want me to sign it for you?” you ask.

“Shit, really?”

“Of course. You helped me.”

Jerry gets up from the couch. You follow her into the bedroom again. Jerry opens her wardrobe where your albums are hidden. She's afraid to be broken into and have someone realize her obsession with you. She wouldn't be able to handle the embarrassment.

“Look, you have them all”, you smile and bend down to pick up a paper fan with your face on it from your debut era. “Oh. You even have my merchandise! You must be a big fan.”

“I have been following you for a while”, Jerry admits as she picks up the right album. 

Both literally and figuratively.

“We are the same age”, she says. “I found you when I was still in high school.”

“That's years ago!” you gasp.

Jerry shrugs and hands you the album. While you sign it, she stares at you, admiring your bare face. You never show it on camera, always saying how ugly you are without makeup. That must be the most bullshit thing Jerry has ever heard.

“Here”, you smile, giving the album back.

“Thanks”, Jerry says and smiles slightly. She clears her throat, gathers herself. “We should order food.”

Jerry walks back to the living room. You follow. Both of you sit down on the couch and Jerry pulls out her phone. 

“Should we order some fried chicken?” Jerry asks. “Might not be the ideal breakfast food but who cares?”

“Oh, uhm … I'm actually on a diet”, you mumble embarrassedly. “My company wouldn't like me eating that …”

“Your company isn't here now.”

Jerry knows that you love fried chicken, and also know how much your company hates that you love it. 

The chicken delivery arrives twenty minutes later, no matter what you say. You stare at it with guilt in your eyes.

“I really shouldn't”, you mumble, forming fists to avoid taking one.

“Don't you want one?” Jerry asks, holding one crispy chicken sign in front of your face.

“Yes, I do, but-”

“Your company won't know. They have corrupted your brain. Take it, it won't kill you.”

You sigh and give in, taking the chicken wing. Jerry smirks and holds out a sauce packet.

“Poor little Y/N never gets to eat edible food”, she cooes. “They're starving you.”

“I know …”, you whisper and lower your eyes. “But I can't do anything about it. I will need to go back-”

“Wait a little more. I'm sure that there are a big commotion now, going now will only make things escalate. You will be bombarded by people.”

You sigh and nod.

The day goes by. You try to persuade Jerry to go back to your group, but she always responds with the same sentence: “Let's wait until tomorrow”. You've enjoyed Jerry’s company, to an extent. Something about her feels off, almost like the initial shock of having you here has been worn off and she has started to show her real colors. She doesn’t let you know what she’s working with or why she isn’t at home during the nights. Of course you’ve tried to sneak out during the nights, but she has locked the door from the outside and her apartment is way too high up for you to be able to climb out. You can see the entirety of Seoul from here. If only the people down on the street knew that you were trying to catch their attention. Jerry cut all internet connection. You have gotten to borrow her clothes, her bed and her shower products. You have eaten her food, drunk her drinks. 

Jerry comes home one night, finding you by the big windows in the living room, curled up against the glass, wearing her hoodie and sweatpants, crying. 

“Baby girl, what’s wrong?” she hurries to ask and runs over. 

Baby girl. The word makes you even more terrified than you already are. 

Jerry sinks down in front of her, wearing those black clothes of hers. Her black brows are furrowed as her hands grab a hold of your shoulders. 

“What is it?” she demands to know. 

“Let me go home!” you scream, unable to contain your emotions for any longer. “Let me go!”

Jerry’s face drops. Her grip on your shoulders tighten. 

“No, not a fucking chance”, she says firmly. “I’m not letting you go.”

Your eyes widen at how dark her voice sounds, much darker than you have ever heard it before. 

“You can’t leave me”, Jerry continues in the same voice as her grip tightens even harder. 

“Stop”, you plead, voice breaking. “You’re scaring me.”

Jerry lets go off you and stand up, looking around for something. When she walks into the kitchen, you hurry up from the floor and throw yourself towards the door. You hear Jerry gasp and soon, her arms wrap around you. What feels like a dishcloth gets pressed against your face. The cloth have been drenched in something. Your legs wobble, losing control, and Jerry sink down on the floor with you in her arms. You try ripping her hands from you, but you can't seem to form fists anymore, can't grip anything.

“Don't try”, she whispers in your ear. “It's no use.”

“I can't breathe”, you manage to get out in a weak, slurred tone. 

“I'm not killing you.”

You sob one last time before everything goes black. Jerry wants for a few seconds before removing the cloth. She holds you in her arms, letting your unconscious head rest on her shoulder. Your tear stained face makes her heart sink. She's so selfish for keeping you. You don't belong to someone like her. You don't belong in the world Jerry lives in, but she can't give you back now that she has gotten to know you for real. Her life hasn't felt as complete as it has been these last few days. She has had a reason to come home, to not die on the job. She has a purpose now. And it's all thanks to you. For the first time in years, she has felt alive.

“I'm not letting you go”, she whispers firmly and wipes your tears with her sleeve. “There's no way.”

She picks you up, carrying you to the bedroom and tucking you in. Everyone is looking for you — you are all over the news. Everyone is worried about you … and here you are. It's not right … but she can't let you leave.

Jerry has handcuffs, and they have been intended for much different use, although for the same purpose. She handcuffs your right hand to the bed frame. The cuffs are surrounded by a pink fluff, and she finds it painfully ironic.

She pulls her chair to the side of the bed and sits down, watching you with her arms tightly crossed over her chest and burning tears in her eyes. The second they fall, she wipes them harshly. 

You're not asleep for long and when you awoken, you tug at the handcuff roughly.

“Stop!” Jerry demands and grabs your handcuffed wrist. “You will hurt yourself!”

Your terrified eyes shake as you look at her.

“Y/N, stop trying to get free”, Jerry orders. “You will hurt yourself. It will leave scars.”

Her perfect, untouched kpop idol. You have no marks on your body, not like her. Jerry's body is tainted — she has marks and scars from wounds, tattoos. You're a blank canvas and nothing can happen to you. Maybe, if she keeps you clean, she will be clenched of some of her own sins.

She picks up her phone and calls her boss. 

“You always call in the middle of the night”, her boss says before greeting her. “What is it this time?”

“I want to stage a murder”, she says surely. “I want everyone to think that Y/N has died. I can’t take this anymore. Everyone is looking for her and she knows it. It gives her … hope.”

“That isn’t hard. We grab a girl somewhat similar, color her hair and make sure that it will be hard to do DNA testing.”

“That is easier said than done.”

“If I manage to fix this for you, will you for the love of all fucking things, stop calling me in the middle of the night?”

“Maybe.”

She doesn't think that is is a good idea to leave you alone after that night and decide to bring you with her to her headquarters one day. You feel no courage to disagree. You sit in silence in the passenger seat of her sports car, fiddling with your fingers. She plays your song on the aux.

“So this is the little kpop girl you’re obsessed with?” a rough looking woman says as the two of you walk inside. 

The other people around try to get a look at you. You hide behind Jerry without noticing. Where has she taken you? Why does everyone look rough?

“Don’t touch her”, Jerry warns the woman. 

“Why are you bringing such a poor soul here, huh?” a man asks.

“Mind your own fuckign business, will you?” Jerry snarls and grabs your arm, pulling you past them. 

You’re placed on a couch where you hold your knees close to your chest, as if you don’t dare to move. A woman to your left has bought a pizza and is nonchalantly eating it. You glance at it, feeling hunger roar through you. Jerry seems to notice as she reaches forward to grab the pizza box. 

“Share with the rest of the class”, she says. “Y/N, eat.”

You hesitate. Jerry practically puts the pizza slice in your mouth. You want to ask why the other people in the house look dangerous, but their glazes towards you make you cold to your stomach. 

“Oh look, if it isn’t the news”, a man says as he comes into the room. 

“That’s my boss”, Jerry whispers to you with a half smile. 

The boss turns on the TV with the remote and what meets you make you freeze. The screen in front of you contain news filled with you being dead. Seeing your name in the sentence as ‘dead’ and watching people you have never seen before cry over you evokes an emotion you have never before felt. Your entire body has gone cold and never before have you felt such a nausea. You lean forward on the couch. 

“N-No …”, you whisper in pure panic and shake your head. “T-That's not me! I'm not dead!”

Your hand clasp over your hurting heart. It's going to rip in two, you can feel it ripping. All eyes are on you which, if possible, makes the situation worse.

“N-No … that's not—that's-”

You feel a pair of arms wrap around you from behind and a chin on your shoulder. Turning enough to see Jerry's dark eyes fixated on the TV.

“The country will mourn you”, she says in your ear. “But they'll forget you. That's what happens with products. Someone else will take your place.”

“W-What- … who are you?” you ask with a trembling voice and look frantically between her face and the TV. “How could you…?”

“She hasn't told you what she works with, has she?” her boss asks.

“No …?” you stutter.

Jerry nods towards the TV. Your eyes widen.

“You kill … p-people?” 

A choir of mocking laughter echoes through the room. Everyone seem to take pleasure in your horror. You’re nothing more than the punchline in their sick joke.

“Every now and then”, Jerry replies as if she hasn’t heard them and strokes your pink hair. 

“Let me go”, you plead through new tears. “P-Please, I will do anything! I won't tell anyone what happened here. What do you want? Money? I-I can get you whatever you want!”

A new, even stronger, wave of laughter echoes. You see them bend in half, grabbing random furniture to not fall over. 

“I don't want money”, she scoffs. “I want you. That company isn't treating you right, your fans write sexual fanfictions of you on the internet and take pictures of you the second you bend down and you were almost kidnapped just a week ago! Is that what you want to go back to? Everyone sees you as a toy for their own benefits! Now you're free from it. I dont think that I have fucking saved you because I've pulled you into something worse, but at least now you’re not a product anymore.” 

Jerry runs her hand through her black hair and sighs. You feel naked under everyone’s gazes.You start to wonder if it really was you on the TV, because you can't seem to move, think or feel. You’re dead. In all senses, you’re now dead. Your blurry eyes wander around the dimly lit room, seeing too many mocking faces. You meet eyes with the boss and whimper at the realization that if Jerry is a killer, he must be something much worse.

“Well, welcome to your new life, Y/N”, he chuckles and gives Jerry a quick glance. “You have absolutely no idea what you’re in for.”

[oldfashioned-lovergirl]

Can I suggest a lewis hamilton fic where the reader is their teammate they've basically been through through thic and thin and they have an argument abt lewis not tell you abt going too ferrari and they confess their feelings and let their frustrations through sex??? (( THIS IS LITERALLY SOO MUCH TOO ASK FOR SO UF YOU CAN WRITE IT ITS FINEEE)) - anon 🌺

☆ lost in the fire — lewis hamilton x reader

tags: smut, switching control, sexual tension, angry sex, dirty talk, age gap

note: first ff I write in a while, please y’all be kind with my english :3 hope you like it, I thirst way too much for this man

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The way the evening is ending is making you nervous and you’re not very good at hiding it. Well, you didn’t expect to discover the worst news possible in the middle of the after party of a fashion show in Paris and above all you didn’t expect to hear that from a stranger and not from the person concerned. Such person concerned is now driving you back to your Paris hotel because according to him you are “too upset” to take your own car.

Now, while you’re looking outside the window without saying a word, you hope he told someone to take your car to the hotel, or you swear to God you’re gonna scream to his face. You want to scream to his face so bad.

The city night lights are magical but you can’t think about anything that isn’t what you had just discovered. The atmosphere is awkwardly silent. Lewis is keeping his sight straight on the road, hands on the wheel. His profile is a picture you know way too well. It’s obvious he wants to say something. Anything.

“You know we’re still gonna see each other every week, right?”

“That’s not the point.”

He lets out a sigh. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re not.”

“I am.”

“I’d rather not talk about it right now.”

“Then what do you wanna talk about?”

“Nothing.” You miss the awkward silence.

You already had arguments during your friendship/coworking/whatever that is, but never like that. That’s different. You feel hurt.

He finally reaches the hotel. He can’t stop right in front, so he parks in the next street. You open the door.

“I’ll walk you.”

“You don’t have to.”

He gets out of the car anyway. You’re not surprised he’s acting like a gentleman even when you’re so angry you could punch him. “It’s 2 AM and I won’t leave you alone.”

You walk alongside him, trying not to look at his open jacket. The fact that he’s wearing absolutely nothing under it isn’t helping. Damn this man and his impeccable fashion sense. “You weren’t so kind when you lied to me about your new contract.” At this point you don’t even care if people hear you argue.

“I didn’t lie.”

“Oh right, you just forgot to tell me.”

“I was going to.”

“When? When you’re already driving a Ferrari car? Don’t worry I’m not colourblind.” Great, now you reached the point where you can’t keep your mouth closed. And he’s following you to your room because he’s just like you, he has to have the last word.

“Soon. And stop using that sarcastic tone with me, I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Of course, my bad, you’re always right about everything. You’re so selfish and childish, running away from the things you love just because you’re scared.” You ask yourself if you’re provoking him too much. No, he deserves that. You’re about to open the door with the electronic key when he takes you wrist and pulls you away. He stands right between you and the door, preventing you from getting in. “Leave me alone.”

“I’m not scared, I don’t like to be ignored. You are the selfish one here, not trying to see things from my point of view. You think it’s so easy for me?” He’s raising his tone. He never did it with you and now you find yourself holding back the tears. “You can’t even imagine what does it mean to leave my team, to leave my friends, to leave… you. But I can’t stay anymore, it’s dragging me down and you know it.”

Those words touch your heart. You feel sorry for him but you just can’t forgive him. You simply can’t stand the thought of racing without him as your teammate. “Then why didn’t you tell me? We can fix this, we can make changes and…”

“I don’t want change, I want to be myself and I want to be listened to. I would have told you sooner but I didn’t want to hurt you. See, now you’re hurt and I don’t know what to do because…” You’re eyes are on him but he’s looking down. He’s still holding your wrist and you bet he feels your heartbeat going faster than him in a Mercedes. “Because I care about you and I don’t want to lose you.”

You try to release from his grasp but he pulls you close. “Well done, now you lost me.”

“You sure?”

“I hate you.”

He kisses you, immediately moving his other hand to your neck to pull you even closer. His dreads brush your shoulder. You try not to shake for the emotions filling you. You lose yourself in the kiss. You can’t think about anything else than your tongues tangled, so you completely forgot you’re still in the hallway. Lewis takes the electronic key from your hand and unlocks the door. He brings you in and closes it behind your back, pushing you on the door. It frustrates you that he always has you under his thumb, no matter how much effort you put into escaping it.

He wouldn’t force you to do anything, ever. You know that he will keep away his hands if you won’t make a move in that direction. However the moan you let slip makes him inevitably smile. You lick the gap between is teeth and proceed to kissing him more passionately.

He shouldn’t dare to laugh at you right now, not even if you’re probably about to explore each other bodies. You put your hands on his chest and push him on the wall of the bedroom so violently that you worry you’ve hurt him. Bold of you to even think you can hurt a F1 driver’s back. A seven times world champion F1 driver’s back.

Your hands travel under his jacket, brushing his nipples and causing him to hold his breath. His naked chest feels smooth. There’s no better feeling than having him finally in your hands. It’s a dream coming to reality.

“Oh you hate me so much.”

Can he read your thoughts? Or did he just say that because you’re mapping his upper body with your fingers? His kisses continue on your chin, then on your jaw and then on your neck. They’re soft yet so hot. You want to reply but you’re too worried to make another sound. His strong hands are now on your hips, they slide up to your waist, stroking it up and down, his mouth now reaching your naked shoulder and leaving marks on it.

He’s definitely now in control of the situation, as always. You want to regain it, but he’s good at making you melt under his palms. You want him in you so bad and you’ll have him. You take him by his jacket and drag him in front of the bed, quickly getting rid of his jacket. You push him on the white bed sheets, climb and sit on top of him. You can feel him hard.

He has the body and the face of a young god, he’s so flawless that makes your almost 20 years age difference look 0.

“Take off your clothes.” He commands.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

You pin his hands on his sides and begin slightly moving your hips. His eyes turn to the ceiling for a moment and his breath becomes louder. “You can’t torture me like this.”

“I think you deserve that.”

You stop and sit back in his lap. He looks up at you with his dark bambi eyes. They’re the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen in your life. You take a moment to appreciate the sculpted inked chest he likes posting on instagram so much, thinking about all the times you spent trying to hide how jealous those fuckboy pictures make you feel. Maybe the jokes you always make on the topic betray you.

“Does this mean you forgive me?”

You’re unsure about that, but what you’re definitely sure of is that you’re falling deeply in love with this man. Those puppy eyes are making you regret all the bad things you said to him.

That doesn’t change that you’re still mad. “We’ll see.”

He helps you unzip your dress, moving his hands across your back and slowly down on your ass, and you let him. The straps of your dress fall down on your arms and he stands in order to press his mouth on your collarbone. He takes your dress off, it falls down on the moquette. “I want you.” He gets rid of your bra and begins kissing your breasts like they’re the sweetest fruit on Earth. “I want you so bad.”

Years of friendship colliding into that moment. You want to shout, insult him, hurt him because it hurts you so much watching him leave, but the only words that escape from your mouth are: “L-Lewis I–“. You bite your bottom lip.

You can see through his pleased smirk that he couldn’t wait to make you eat that “I hate you”.

He takes advantage of your moment of weakness to take back control. He flips your positions and frees you both from the last clothes. God, his arms are perfect. “Open wide for me, darling.” His hands on your thighs are making you unable to speak. “Good, just like that.” He licks his lips at the sight of your wetness.

You can’t take it anymore. “Stop playing Lewis, just… just do it.”

He bends over you, a few centimetres from your mouth. “Pretty please?”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

And so he does.

[blarshwritezz]

hi if u dont mind i would love a mafia x male spy reader (gn if you ur not comfy with that) so the mafia boss pretends to be the mission partner for the reader just for fun he almist kileed the reader on multiple occasions but the reader misunderstands and thinks that the mafia boss was just helping him albeit in a weird and rather violent way and although reader has a suspicion that his partner (the mafia boss) isnt who he says he is due to skme odd similarities between him and the target of his mission (that being the Mafia boss) and the fact that his partner could easily waltz in notorious criminals manors and party and one day everything just clicks for the reader and they try to escape but the mafia boss knew thus so he kidnapped em and the live happily ever after (idk how to end this so just do what you deem fit ty!!!)

(oh yeah its fine if ur not comfortable or just don't want to make my request im not paying you so you hqbe no obligations to do so remember to take care of yourself <333 /p)

(and if i could could i become 🦀 anon)

Yes! Welcome, 🦀 anon!

Yandere Mafia Boss x Spy Reader

M yan x gn reader (sorry, I prefer to do gn for non-nsfw asks)

TW - general yandere behavior, drugging, implied kidnapping

Your mission was simple, at least on paper. Simply gain intel on a notorious mafia boss. But if it was that easy, you wouldn't have been working at it for so long.

It didn't help that your partner for this mission was...unusual. Not a bad guy, really, just strange. Sometimes you almost thought he was trying to kill you. You'd often catch him staring at you. You even felt his gaze when you swore no one was around.

Not to mention, danger was ever prevalent around him. He always managed to save you, though. But his face did often look rather annoyed...you just assumed he was one of those people with a really bad rbf.

But it was also suspicious how he was able to so easily and casually waltz into the homes or parties of very high-profile people. People you'd never be able to get near without months of careful planning. Maybe he just had good connections?

But all these coincidences were getting a bit too...convenient. If you needed to get in somewhere, he got you in the front gate. If you needed something, he miraculously had it only a day or two after at the latest.

And worst of all, you still haven't managed to track down this damn mafia boss! It didn't help that nobody knew what he looked like.

"Maybe he's right under your nose." His deep voice startled you out of your thoughts. His arm was wrapped around your shoulder, holding you close. Despite his cold exterior, he was pretty touchy and clingy. But...sort of sweet. You were glad to have met him, even if this mission was looking like a bust.

"But where? Where haven't we checked?"

"Well, our organization may be high security, but not impossible to infiltrate for a man like that." Was he implying that one of your own coworkers could be your target? Impossible!

But...now it all seemed to come together. Those coincidences...weren't just coincidences. He really has been right under your nose this whole time.

No wonder he could go wherever he wanted and get anything he desired. He had power and influence...more than you thought.

"I-Impossible! Our organization has the highest security possible! I'd know if someone like that could be...beside me..." It was a sad attempt to cover up your newest theory, but also to try and reassure yourself. If this was true, then you weren't as good of a spy as you thought...

You got up, or tried to at least. He kept his grip tight on you.

He knew.

"I can't just let you go now. You know my identity. So I'll just have to keep you as my newest little toy." In seconds his arm lowered to prevent you from moving your arms as he quickly used his other to cover your mouth and nose with a rag.

Chloroform.

"Just sleep...Be a good pet and I'll be sure to reward you very well..." Despite your struggling, sleep soon took you. No one ever heard from you again...no one but him, of course.

I'm sorry, this one feels so rushed and short, I was having a tough time getting inspired 😭

Forgive me, 🦀 anon, for I have failed

[katebishopshands]

Omg I loved the caught in the web, the spider girl x kate trope has my heart! Maybe you could do one where spidergirl and kate are training (maybe in the avengers place idfk yk) and maybe they are trying to keep it a secret from the avengers that they are together but are failing terribly at it. Plus I mean who wouldn't like to see kate bishop training those muscles yk.

TEEHEE KATES MUSCLES MAKE ME DROOL 🤤

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I Can See You

Kate Bishop/Spidergirl!reader

Mini fic !!

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“You’re staring” Kate snaps the band of her leggings over her hips.

“I can’t help it I’m sorry!” You put your foot on the nearest bench in the locker room, tying your shoe and avoiding Kate’s gaze. Your cheeks flushed. You hadn’t realized she had felt your stare while you were getting dressed.

“It’s okay, I think it’s cute” Kate walks up to you, grabbing your hands in hers. She placed your hands on her hips, then slung her arms over your shoulders. Goosebumps prickled over your bare arms, suddenly feeling exposed in the tank top you wore.

Kate looked stunning to say the least. Black hair up in her typical ponytail, a light purple sports bra and dark grey leggings. The archer was always donning her favorite colors but today they seemed to pop on her more.

“You’re doing it again” she leans close to your ear, hands toying with the end of your own ponytail. You suck a breath of air in as you roll your eyes. She was just playing with you at this point. Kate leaned back to look at you. She enjoyed the way your face had heated up and the way she made you squirm.

Gone was the girl that had once suddenly and awkwardly blurted out her love confession while mending your wounds, replaced by the ever cocky and flirty Kate Bishop that you were more aquatinted with before getting into a relationship with her. It was always a game of cat and mouse with you two. Kate flirted, and you fell into her trap.

She had you wrapped around her finger and both of you wouldn’t have it any other way. You gave a squeeze to Kate’s hips as you leaned close to her face.

“I think you’re mean” you said with a pout.

“Oh and why’s that,my sweet spider?” Kate mimics your pout.

“You look like this,” you pull her closer to your body a little harshly, your hips colliding with each other. “You point out how I’m staring, and then you ignore me”

“I am not ignoring you!”

“You have no idea how crazy you drive me, Katie”

You’re about to kiss her, lips just barely grazing the others. She smells like her freshly applied deodorant and whatever gloss she had on her lips.

The door of the locker room opening startles you both. You jump back from the other, putting at least a foot between you.

“Kate Bishop, bug-girl hurry it up! You’re late!” , a Russian lilt belonging to Yelena Belova cuts through the locker room air. The blonde appears arms crossed and looking annoyed.

“Coming!” Kate turns towards yelena with a pep in her step.

“Yknow it’s not bug-girl, its spider gir-“

“Don’t care” Yelena cuts you off as she leads you both out of the locker room.

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Keeping your relationship with Kate a secret from the rest of the Avengers and the others in their circle was difficult.

Kate had gotten you the spot, after talking to Clint about your powers. And the last thing you wanted to do was lose it because someone thought the only reason you were there was because of your girlfriend.

Truthfully, you had worked hard. Picking up any bad guys that weren’t high profile enough for the avengers, dealing with countless injuries and sleepless nights just to keep the city safe. You deserved to be on the team, both you and Kate knew that. But you had both decided it was better if you kept your relationship on the down low for the time being.

The training room was busy Sam spent his time walking around the room, making sure everyone was actually working and not slacking off. Bucky lurked behind him, occasionally gently fixing people’s form.

America Chavez was in the corner kicking the shit out of a boxing dummy, Cassie Lang in the other tinkering with her suit. You had heard in meetings with the team that Sam wanted to make sure his team was as prepared as possible for anything. You all had big shoes to fill, not wanting to disappoint the public.

“Bug-girl you’re with me, Bishop go shoot arrows or something” Yelana gave a half assed wave to Kate, who shot you an apologetic glance.

“I’ll see you when we’re done, yeah? Get pizza after??” Kate attempts to take your mind off of sparring with Yelena, she knew how much the little Russian terrified you. You swallowed nervously as you nodded, following Yelena to the sparring mat.

Squaring up to Yelena half hazardly, your eyes lingered across the room to where Kate was etching an arrow into her bow. You watched intensely as she brought the bow up, pulling back on the string to bring the arrow close to her face. Her back muscles flexed, being exposed in the sports bra she wore. Her fingers locked around the arrow.

Kate licks her lips and takes a breath. You see her whole body shiver slightly before she lets the arrow loose. It lands in the center of the target. A perfect bullseye. She turns her head to look in your direction and smiles at you. The last thing you see before Yelena delivers a blow to the side of your face is Kate Bishops smiling face.

You’re knocked on your ass, Yelena frowning face looking down at you.

“Jesus Christ! What was that for??” You scoff at Yelena as you accept her helping hand up.

“I needed something to get your attention” she shrugs before adjusting your position, beginning to pick apart your fighting stance.

It goes like this for a while. Longer than you wanted it to. Yelena kicks your ass, gives you critique, rinse and repeat. Bucky comes over once in a while and adjusts you a little more gently than Yelena. Hand to hand combat had never been your strong suit, hence the many nights spent patching yourself up. Of course you could throw a punch, but you usually relied on your webs and fancy flips and tricks to get you out of sticky situations. The occasional joke and distraction also played in your favor.

The whole sparring session was filled with fleeting glances towards Kate. You watched as she discussed with America, stopped to grab water, go back to her bow and the archery range. She always greeted you with a mischievous grin. Typically, a glance at Kate resulted in Yelena knocking you down or delivering a punch to somewhere in your body. Thank god for accelerated healing.

“What is your deal today?” Yelena asked you. Her hand on her hip, clearly annoyed. You shrugged, not exactly hearing her. You were too occupied with eye fucking Kate’s back from across the room again. Yelena follows your eyeline.

“Oh bishop..I see”

She looks at you, a plotting look on her face.

“Wait no, Yelena it’s fine I just-“

“Bishop! Get over here!” She yelled across the room before you could complete your sentence. Kate obeys like a dog following commands.

“Ah there we go! Maybe you’ll fight better if it means impressing your girlfriend!” Yelena smiles, clearly feeling like a genius at her plan. Kate flushes at the world ‘girlfriend’

“Yelena she’s not my girlfriend” Kate shoots you a look, to which you give her an apologetic one.

“Don’t care, bishop vs bug-girl!”

Kate shrugs and turns, walking towards the slightly larger sparring mat.

“Are you seriously going to fight me?”

“Well, I don’t want to blow our cover and..I guess if I’m not your girlfriend, it’s okay if I kick your ass” Kate laughs a little, mischief glinting in her blue eyes.

“You know that’s not what I meant” you pout at her. You’re standing facing each other, Kate’s holding your elbows, she gives a loving rub to your arms.

“I know, I know. Don’t cry too hard when I beat you up though, ‘Kay?”

You roll your eyes as you turn and out some distance between the two of you. You sigh, trying to become accustomed to the idea of your girlfriend kicking your ass.

Yelena counts down at the side of the mat, signaling to you when you can both start throwing punches. Right off the bat Kate’s black belt training come through, expertly throwing punches and kicks. You dodge awkwardly, a backflip here, a slide there. It’s more clunky than you want it to be, but it keeps you away from Kate’s fists.

She looks nearly perfect while doing it all, barely breaking a sweat, while you’re left panting and sweating.

“Impressive bug-girl! This is the best I’ve seen you fight all day! Maybe your girlfriend is helping!” Yelena barks from the side of the mat. You pause for a moment. She’s joined by Sam and Bucky, both of their watchful eyes on you and Kate.

“Yelena for the last time she’s not my girlfriend!”

BAM

Your world is spun upside down as you’re launched across the mat. Breath sucked from your lungs, a loud CRACK Reverberating through your skull. You can feel your sweaty skin sticking to the plastic coated mat as you slide to a stop.

The noise of the training room becomes static, your vision fuzzes as you stare up at the LED lights. A splitting pain fills the center of your face. It’s the only thing drawing your attention until a dark figure fills your vision. It’s a girl. It’s the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen.

It’s Kate

It’s Kate and she’s freaking the fuck out.

“Oh my god” you hear from a distance, or atleast your think it is.

“What’s wrong?” Kate’s cradling your head. You’re suddenly aware of the feeling of a warm liquid trickling down your face.

“Oh my god I just broke your nose” Kate is frantically trying to wipe the blood that’s pouring out of your nose away from your mouth.

“Babe it’s okay” you grin at her as you try to help yourself up into a sitting position.

“But I literally broke your nose” Kate is at a loss of words. She’s frantic as she struggles to find a place for her hands and her energy.

“I know you did, and you won the fight!” You’re a little delirious, just smiling at your pretty girlfriend. Kate is speechless.

“Do I look cool atleast??” You go to feel your busted nose and wince. Kate laughs at you and nods, furrowing her brows a bit.

“The coolest” she helps you to stand up. Slinging your arm over her shoulders and wrapping her arm around your waist. She holds you close to her body before pressing a light kiss to your cheek.

“BARF. Get a room” the two of you turn your head towards where Yelena stood. She was pantomiming sticking her fingers down her throat while making Gaggings sounds. Now you don’t know if this was real, or if maybe you’re concussed as well, but you could’ve sworn you watched Bucky slide Sam a 20$.

“No but seriously, go wash up and get to the infirmary. I don’t want anymore blood on my mat”

Yelena drops the silly act and falls into her typical stone faced, no nonsense voice. Kate side eyes you and shrugs.

“Guess the secrets out”

“I guess so”

You shrug as well, not even caring about the secret at this point, just wanting to stop the flow of blood from your nose.

“Yelena would now be a bad time to tell you that Kate actually IS my girlfriend?”

“OFF THE MAT”

“Right”

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I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for SO long!! So here you go!! Sorry it’s a little dialogue heavy!!

[factual-fantasy]

26 ASKS!! THANK YOU!! :}}} 🥪

(Post in question)

WAAHAHAAG THANK YOU SO MUHC!!! :DDDD As for your questions-

Spider crab's name is just a place holder for now, much like a lot of the crew has.. I want to give them all proper names at some point. Like Ellie and Louis have.. But I'm just really bad at coming up with names for stuff- <XD 💔💔

For Luigi- no one in particular! I just wanted to draw him with that expression <XD And don't worry, Mario cheered him up in the end :}}

As for the FNAF doodle, thats Foxy, Roxy and Mangle! I get that its hard to recognize her by her side profile and without color though-- <XD I had experimented with some ideas of a pirate themed Glamrock Mangle being added to one of the AUs. Though that sketch was the only one I really liked. :/

I have seen Encanto! :D It was alright, I liked the living house aspect of it :00

As for Red, I thiiink he might be too young to understand fusion or how to do it.. I pictured him being.. like what, five? Or something? That's like half the age of when Steven first learned to fuse-

That, and it felt a little odd for him to fuse with any of the crew, since they're all so much older than him. :/

@astaherussy (Post in question)

XD Sure were! Convenient aren't they?🤣🤣

I've definitely heard of it, and I've seen some gifs/posts about it here and there.. but truth be told I have no idea what its about. :( I think I've seen two Mario's and one wears a black suit...?

(Link/video in question)

XDD I imagine Ellie would shut that down real quick. But in the off chance that they get away with it.. I feel like Louis would come out on top.

He could block any oncoming attacks with his unbreakable claw arm, then whip around and launch whole watermelons and pies with the other XDD He would probably think it was fun too!

Does the game have large birds like that?? :0 I had no idea! They gotta be on the look out for those then--

Oof, I suppose they could.. though I don't intend for either party to experience that. It just sounds miserable! D:>

(Link/video in question)

XDD Oh man, that's hilarious! Poor Red--

@yourstrulylightstar283 (Referencing this post)

Thank you! I hope I get better soon too.. I hope to have some answers by next week.. <:) 🙏

:DD Thank you! I'm so glad you like my Freddy! :))

I always kind'a felt like a certain.. gloomy-ness, would be fitting for him. He already has some of that in the game. But with everything my Freddy's been through.. just.. having this weight to his tone. This lingering exhaustion.. I felt like it would suit him. :(

Hmm... I imagine that Seam and Jevil would be options.. Maybe in bad cases Calico Jack would.. Almost everyone in FNAF is an option <XD

No.. in a sad twist of fate, no one ever heard his cries in the dungeon. Imagine how much more lonely he felt becuase of that..

I don't know if he gets phantom pains from getting beat up.. but I imagine his horn stumps give him some aches and soreness that can be attributed to phantom pain.. :(

Who's gingerbrave? That's the main character right..? I have no idea if he'd come across my crew.. I don't know what kind of shenanigans he gets up to.. wait "gang"? He travels in a group with other people??

@chickenmilk120

fank uu! :}}}

@couchwow

Yeah,, I'm aware.. 😔🙄 ya hate to see it. But hey the watermark is right there saying "this art is stolen." so it could be worse I guess.

@littlelightfish

Tuna:

He is not being normal about it XDD You've totally flattered him!

@potatocryptid

Thank you!! :DD Yeah,, I think I WILL work on what ever I want!! XDD

Off the top of my head, there's an AWESOME Mario artist by the name of @katlyntheartist! I love her work, I highly recommend you stop by her blog! :D

I've also seen some jaw-dropping Mario artwork by @suedoodle! Both blogs are worth a visit! :}}

(Post in question)

Ah yes! The idea behind that was to show the initial divide between Grillby and Spamton.

You see, Spamton hails Jevil as his savior of sorts. He was at his lowest low, and in unimaginable pain.. then Jevil just swoops in and offers his hand. Bringing him outside of his AU. Away from the pain, away from the torment.. Jevil is awesome!!

But then you've got Grillby.. Jevil saved him from his AU right before it collapsed in on itself. He "saved" his life, but at what cost? Grillby lost everything. And he cant help but be angry at Jevil for it. Thinking that if Jevil hadn't been there, he could have just peacefully disappeared along with his family and everyone else in his AU..

So Spamton is endlessly respectful towards Jevil, and Grillby cant help but roll his eyes and spit sass at him all the time. Those two opposing views are bound to cause problems someday..

I imagine one day the whole group is tired and cranky. Jevil did something that Grillby didn't agree with. Some bitter remarks there, Spamton defending Jevil's decision here.. some back and fourth and next thing you know a fight breaks out. :x

@im-nice-but-i-dont-like-you

XDD idk!! Why are YOU into almost every single fandom I'M into?? Also than you so much!! :}}

Thank you! I'm glad you like my sona! But aaa sorry, no can do.. I don't want fanart at all, of anything. Just comments/asks/reblogs. <:}

@canonickero (Sent after this post)

XD Thank you! I'm glad you like him :}}

I pictured Yendo being another one of Funtime Foxy's nightmare-ish visions. Though I should consider passing that onto Bon Bon.. 👀

The story goes that Funtime Freddy is a frequent flyer in parts and service. The employees groan that there's always something wrong with Freddy that needs fixing. Nobody really knows why..

Now at some point Freddy was shut down and in parts and service. As per usual.. Foxy was nearby, and heard a sudden thud/crash coming from that room. He rushes inside to see what happened and finds Funtime Freddy on the floor, what ever he was propped up on had broken, causing him to fall.

He looked at Freddy's face.. and.. his face plates were wide open..

Foxy. freaked. out. If I remember correctly, he was supposed to start shouting and panicking. Trying to help Freddy, thinking he was hurt. When he couldn't move Freddy and he wouldn't wake up, Foxy ran out of the room to get help. He runs into some employees and tried to tell them what happened. They end up just forcibly shutting him down because he cant stop freaking out..

Later on he's reactivated and the rest of the gang is with him. Including Freddy. He uncharacteristically runs to Freddy all worried and frantically inspects his face for injuries. They ask him what he saw but he just.. doesn't have the words to describe it.

Part of the horror is Foxy's inability to understand what he saw. Therefore being terrified of it and being unable to describe it..

After that Foxy began to develop these hallucinations of sorts. Overtime the image of Freddy's skinned face kind'a turns in to its own nightmare. Yendo.. overtime it feels more like "Yendo" is an entity separate from Freddy. Foxy begins to imagine this skinned bear like creature that is out there somewhere.. wanting to hurt Freddy and take his face.. its not fun :(

This idea is still in development. Well, the whole AU is. But this was my initial idea for Yendo :)

Now old man consequences is tricky.. I had intentions of him being this weird vison that Foxy sees now and again. But with recent developments to the AU.. I might need to scrap the old gator. Or at least re-write his role and function in the AU-

@stripetkattelalala54 (Post linked in question)

No problem! I'm always up for Mario questions! :DD

And as for the question, I pictured that Mario never really liked the ice flower to begin with. I imagined Mario loving the heat and the sun. Always enjoyed being warm/hot and functions the best in it.. You know like a maniac-

So the Fire flower was naturally his favorite powerup. And that experience did leave Mario with some kind of trauma, which just added to his dislike of it..

@beryl-shade

OOO I like Tendrilfoam! :00 Hmm, Captain Tendrilfoam.. I'll have to consider that one! :D

[lokisasylum]

Oh you know its BAD when K-Army start talking about it...

Most of the k-army that were in the venue have been pointing out all the MANY mishaps the staff took with the preparations, how careless they were, how they did it all in a rush just MINUTES before the Weverse Live started.

How dim the lights were (or how there were NO lights on when Jimin first arrived). The malfunctioning monitors that never turned on.

Another K-army even mentioned how shocked she was that near the end when it was time to take the "group photo" the staff took it with a cellphone instead of a professional camera like on the other member's fanmeets.

And before you brush it off and say "Its no big deal." let me remind you something real quick.

Hybe made an estimated $11Million off of Jimin's Production Diary on the very day it was launched.

$11 Million in USD from 510,000 people who paid to watch it. (And lets not forget those who couldn't watch it in the moment due to different timezones but regardless, also PAID for the content)

LET THAT SINK IN FOR A SEC...

Now look at that set up for Jimin's Special Talk and tell me you're not asking yourself: "Where the fuck did all that money go?" Does that set-up look like it was made for an artist that made his company $11 Million dollars in a single day?

No, that set up looks like someone went dumpster diving on the back of Party City & grabbed the first things that they could find. (And that's saying a lot 'cause if you've watched any video on ppl who go dumpter diving you will know they tend to find more treasures than trash)

K-armys are upset and they have a right to be upset as are we. Because like a Japanese Army mentioned:

"I don't want to complain too much, but Jimin is the only one who has not been given a purchase link on Spotify, and even though he has been nominated for Billboard's Top Selling Song, there has been no restock since April and they have not supported the award opportunity, which is the least the agency can do. As a fan who has been working hard to support him, I'm a little confused because he hasn't been able to do so much."

[I'm not sure if they know the purchase link were added awhile ago, but anyway..]

Since we're on the topic of Spotify, lets not forget that Jimin is the ONLY BTS member that got removed from the "Fans Also Like" page from other members (and even BTS' own official profile):

In fact, Jimin doesn't even have that section in his own profile:

In comparison with other members:

Do I need to say more? Is the message not clear enough for you?

[skrunksthatwunk]

hitting this article with a rolled up newspaper. bad. stop it

sigh. exhaustive argument that none of these shows grouped together have the same art style below, complete with images and whatever

oh also im not the type to comment on articles so idk the etiquette but don't like. go over there and say "ur list sucks >:P" that's just gonna bring more traffic to it. i linked it so people could ratio me if need be not so that you guys could dunk on this random listicle writer. it's pointless and kind of cruel. just so we're clear on that

edit: the quote above uses "time period" instead of "era". i quote it as saying "era" a lot. i'm not fixing that

note: here i'm assuming "art style" refers to, generally: character designs (facial and body proportions, how things like hair is dealt with, etc), lighting, color (palette, saturation, value), line weight, etc [and mostly excluding things like shot composition, direction, etc because while those probably count my personal experience with these shows is mostly limited, and because most people focus on the previous things i've listed in their discussions of art styles. the analysis within the article is incredibly shallow, and if they think samurai champloo's art style is "rehashed and reused", i don't think they're like. super deep in the art analysis sauce. anyway]

code geass vs death note. what are you saying. what are you talking about

code geass' approach to color is more vibrant, and dn's is more washed out. dn takes a more realistic approach to faces and bodies, both in proportion and in shape (namely how curved their features are (as opposed to cg's far more exaggerated sharp faces, large eyes, and lanky bodies. note how lelouch's lips barely jut out in profile, for instance)). i shouldn't have to explain this they're not even close

that's the most extreme example, but samurai champloo and cowboy bebop aren't That similar either

it's hard for me to speak on bebop for the most part because i've never seen it (vs my ~8 eps of samurai champloo knowledge), but from what i have seen, bebop often has a sort of delicate intricacy to a lot of its linework (especially its backgrounds) that champloo tends to sacrifice in favor of bolder lines and higher contrast. it was hard to find great examples, but the silhouettes champloo's characters cut are often sort of.. choppy and wild, and usually lanky and stretched-out, while bebop's are more realistic (focus on the shoulders in the last image set, for instance). there's overlap, sure, but there are clear and intentional differences in the designs, to say nothing of champloo's higher saturation and the natural differences between hand-drawn and digitally-drawn animation

(and if "art style" is referring to the direction rather than just character design, lighting, color, etc, it's because these two have the same director, which hardly creates an "era". that's like comparing two miyazaki films from the 90s and saying "this is what 90s anime movies looked like", it's nonsense. also, i feel like lumping these two together because they look a little similar is unfair because they're pretty unique from their contemporaries in their own right. they may resemble each other a bit, but how much do they resemble other late 90s early 00s sci-fi/historical anime? does samurai champloo look like outlaw star to you? or trigun? or evangelion? does cowboy bebop look like ninja scroll? or samurai 7? or sword of the stranger? etc etc etc?? if we're claiming that cowboy bebop and samurai champloo share an "era", then what of their contemporaries, and what about differences across bebop and champloo's very different genres? more on this point later)

even fruits basket and ouran, the ones i initially felt were most similar, have clear distinctions

ouran's got a distinct abundance of pastels in its color palette, tending towards pinks, blues, yellows, oranges, etc. its use of black and brown is very limited. fb's palette is a bit more relaxed, and while its colors are often pale, i wouldn't call them pastel (they also skew more towards natural, earthy tones). fb's characters have noticably.. flatter skulls? in some shots, and their heads are so squat that they can seem consumed by their eyes. anyway this is a trait ouran does not quite share, for a number of small reasons, like how their cheeks bow out, greater emphasis on noses and mouths, and its use of highly variable line weight (vs fb's very stable line weight). hair is more voluminous and multilayered in ouran, and features like lips and noses (esp noses) are fuller, more three dimensional (in general, ouran's approach to shading hair and faces makes the characters feel rounder). the sharp edges and bell-sleeves of ouran's uniform blazers are actually far more reminiscent of the designs in code geass than fruits basket, imo. (actually.. i'm not sure how to express this but a lot of the poses in ouran resemble code geass poses, in their locked-joint arms-stretched kinda way). ouran forgoes hair-shine, while fruit's basket adds them in either jagged points (see most of the images i included) or a sort of triangle wrapping around the head (not pictured here, just trust me)

(note: i'm assuming they are referring to the 2001 anime adaptation of fruits basket rather than the 2019 one, because not only does the 2019 adaptation resemble ohshc even less, but because they are closer in time period, and the grouping is supposedly based on era).

my point is none of these shows look rehashed from one another. there's sometimes overlap, but each has a unique aesthetic based in many small choices made in their design.

now let's look at their use of "eras" a little more. this is the timeline of air dates for the first episodes of the six shows mentioned (for their original japanese runs, obviously):

cowboy bebop, april 1998

fruits basket, july 2001

samurai champloo, may 2004

ouran high school host club, april 2006

code geass, october 2006

death note, october 2006

code geass and death note being paired by era is, at least, accurate. same month, same year. it's about as close as one can get. however, the other two groups are far more removed from each other. fruits basket and ouran have five years between them, and bebop and champloo have six. this wouldn't be such an issue if there weren't other anime within this list that came between them. if bebop and champloo are in the same era, why is fruits basket grouped differently? ouran came out in 2006 just like code geass and death note, so why is it grouped with something that came out five years prior instead of them?

i think it's fair to say that eras are not purely chronological, that there's overlap between them. one doesn't begin as soon as (and not a moment before) its singular predecessor ends. but era feels like an incomplete distinction here. this list alone shows quite a lot of variety for what someone can mean when they say something "looks like 2000s anime". most anime fans have a picture in their head of that, and, to be so honest, i don't think samurai champloo is it. using only time as a distinction rather than movement, genre, etc is simply not enough. the fact that 5/6 of these shows occur within 2001-2006, and yet they're set apart into three different eras, and each pair (in ways i'm sure the author of this piece would admit) does not resemble the other, is proof enough that 2001-2006 did not have one repetitive art style, at least not in a way these anime exemplify. that's to say nothing of whether or not the anime within the era-pairs look the same, which we've established i don't. but since they don't actually tell us what their eras are, we can only speculate. personally, i speculate that they didn't think about it too hard at all, or even look up the release dates, going off vibes instead, if that.

when this person is talking about "eras", i think "eras within certain styles or genres" is more accurate, but even with these in mind, matching shows up like this makes a lot less sense than i think they realize. death note and code geass are sometimes lumped together because they're both mind-gamey thrillers with megalomaniacal protagonists with a single unique power that they use to try and fix/control the world, not because of their art styles. trying to say they look the same just because they share plot elements and came out around the same time is just... really weird. fruits basket and ouran both fall into early 2000s shojo, which is part of why the comparison fits more. target demographics and what magazines cater to those demographics (and thus the aesthetics of those magazines, which you have to fit into enough to get your manga published, and which also just influence what you want, what readers want, etc through exposure) (<- oversimplifying) are an actual valid point of comparison, at least more so than "idk 2006 lol". even if the result is more like "romcom for girls, 2006"

it doesn't help that many of the choices they made for unique art styles don't feel particularly "unique" to me.

choices like mononoke and land of the lustrous i get. and i'm not saying any of the examples i've just pulled or in the article are bad art styles, or that they don't bring anything unique to the table. i'm sure many of them are beautiful, and help elevate the tones of the stories, and all that jazz, whatever. but if the name of the game is "unique", then i don't think these cut it from what i can see. it doesn't help that most of the analysis comes down to "it looks really really cool" or "you don't normally see this art style with this genre/tone" (which is not the same thing as being broadly unique, imo)

it could be that we have different impressions of what "art style" means. it could lie somewhere in the bits of art style that i cut out, like shot composition and direction, etc. and some of it is probably a difference in what constitutes uniqueness, both between our differing experiences with media and personal taste/philosophy. but i don't think i'm wrong here when i say that the assertion that samurai champloo is era-typical in a way that beyond the boundary (2013) isn't is just fucking wrong.

look i know that bit that i screenshotted that started all this was a filler paragraph. i know it was the mandatory setup for the listicle you scroll to immediately, the parts you're supposed to ignore. i usually ignore articles like this completely because they're kinda bullshit. but i think this hunt for what looks the most unique is a flawed and confused one, at least to some extent. especially when all of the justifications are like "it supports the vibe well", which is something that all art styles are supposed to do, no matter how "unique" they are or are not, and i think that when people discuss things like art styles and anime and what looks generic and what looks unique, lumping things together too much often removes the nuances that really do influence people. i'm an artist. it's gonna sound dumb, but the way things look matters to me, even if it's stuff like how shirtsleeves or noses are drawn. to ignore all these little differences that make each piece unique is to blend so many singular, unique things into this easy-to-categorize mush that just... does a disservice to the choices every artist makes, i think. even if it is a pretty mild disservice. again, i cannot stress enough that this article is not important, and that this post responding to it is also not important.

look, what i'm trying to say is stop and smell the roses. notice the differences in the art you consume and think about it. looking for something that's so different it jerks your brain around is cool and good and fine and normal, but to disregard things as "basically the same as xyz" is reductive and icky and i don't like it. if you want something unique idk go watch kaiba (2006) have fun it's really good. i'm going to bed

nvm miscellaneous gripes section + i go to bed at like 5am lol i LIED:

the only thing said about beyond the boundary's art style is "it's hard not to fall in love with the art style", and the rest of the comments are other elements. that's too vague! i'm docking points!!

a lot of this seems based in the color palette now that i'm rereading it. not that my analysis doesn't also involve that, and not that that's invalid, but it makes me think there uh. might not have been Too too much thought beyond that. (example: "Though the dark and cool colors provide a sense of dullness, these colors cater to the tone of the story, which is dark and representative of its heavy content." like. that's not. unique. that's not unique to solo leveling y'know to have a dark story be awash in dark and cool colors that's pretty normal actually. maybe how they do it is unique, but we'll never know bc i haven't seen solo leveling and the author didn't care to elaborate :/ oh well)

this one's petty but i actually think ohshc's art style is pretty unique. maybe it's just because i've seen it several times and certain details like how the bottom-lip-to-chin shadow is done have caught my attention but like. pouting crossing my arms huffing >:( i think it's unique wth...

demon slayer's an alright choice i agree. idk i barely watched it a few years ago and it still wrenched my art style in a new direction. i dunno anything that looks quite like it. i'm not mad about all these choices per se it's just hard to whittle something like uniqueness down to a top ten list, i guess. and to say samurai champloo's generic while violet evergarden is the 5th most unique anime you've ever seen is like. weird. you're setting yourself up for people to go ehhhh... idk...... if you're not picking stuff that's like. Clearly Out There (i.e. mononoke)

"It’s no surprise that Demon Slayer is an anime with some of the best art styles." i might be fighting something that was written by ai now that i think about it...

oh god this was totally written by ai. or it went very unedited. man i spent like 2 hours on this (<- LOSER LOSER). they can't decide what the plural of anime is

they insist that chainsaw man's art style is weird enough to maybe put people off, and the only reason i can think that is is bc it's cg. but don't do the same for land of the lustrous, which is also and much more obviously cg. idk

they phoned it in but didn't even include that ping pong anime smhing my head. y'know the one everyone includes. which means whoever wrote this actually did stick to personal choices over crowd-pleasers, or chatgpt goofed or whatever. idc. guys they didn't even put flcl (<- but they put gurren lagann? as a gurren lagann fan im confused) oh my godd

ik i said this before but im saying it again: a lot of their pros and cons come down to whether or not an art style is typical for that kind of story, so like whether something gritty in tone has a more realistic art style or whether it has something visually cutesy instead. art style is more than just those things, but even that analysis is like. pretty much as bare-bones as what i just said. yucky

oh also part of my issue with this (didn't phrase it right sorry) is like. "unique" is a broad term. a really broad term. it can mean anything. there is no top 10 anime with unique art styles article that would escape that problem, and my analysis here does not escape that problem. i find the term a little unproductive (same with the concept of "originality"), so just know that i guess

[woahpinkhorsegirl]

Hi mlp tumblr and bluey tumblr! Im Pink! Im hoping to share my stuff on here and discover other stuff!

This is my sona! She's a changeling but stays in her pony form almost all the time, just her preference :)

Im gonna start posting OCs and whatnot for both fandoms soon, but i wanna put here the list of Deviantart basemakers i used from at various points, mostly early on when i forgot to credit them. Hopefully I'll make new refs eventually and they'll have proper credits.

I have a huge MLP and Bluey next gen thing to post too so either look forward to that or check it out if its out by the time you read this!

Other information about me, if you'd like to know:

I am 19 years old, white, American, and ace bi. I'm a ciswoman but I go by all pronouns, she/he/they/it and neopronouns are all acceptable, whatever you see fit or comfortable to call me!

Trans people of all kinds are welcome on my profile, alongside queer people in general! I am pr0-choice and pr0-p4lestine, I don't talk about my p0litical stances much but those are the two most important i can think to mention.

Disabled people, with both invisible and visible disabilities, are also welcome (these feel obvious but I've seen people who make it feel necessary)

Non-white people are also welcome (again, unfortunate that I feel the need to clarify that, but I use twitter so :/)

I also saw a random post about this but just in case, anyone with coping mechanisms (like age regression) are also welcome. I won't judge you for doing what you need to do.

If i look like im censoring some words by using numbers or symbols, that's a force of habit. I don't like appearing in search terms unless I actively want to, it usually invites the wrong people, so i "censor" terms that I think might draw the attention of bad apples.

Uh just some boundary stuff I guess? I love OC interaction and I also enjoy RP. I don't like giving my discord to people so any of that is gonna have to happen here. If that's inconvenient or not gonna cut it, then my apologies :(

Uh my rules for RP are a tiny bit strict but not in the way your probably thinking.

Im one of those "planning ahead" type of roleplayers who like to map out a scenario and key events before we begin and occasionally take pauses between major scenes to plot elements of the future. If you can handle that, then I'd say your golden! Im not picky with the length or detail in responses, as long as theres something to work with, I can usually move things along. The only other restriction i can think of is: when it comes to the sexualities of my characters, please respect them. Thats really it :)

I do platonic roleplays, adventure, romantic, and slice of life. I'm not much for action stuff unless its the spice thrown into the other types occasionally. I'm pretty flexible though, so we can talk about it individually if need be.

Oh, and no nsfw RP. I dont do s3x, and im not much for depicting "elicit substances" to put it lightly. Alc0hol might be the only exception, if its kept in small doses. If for some strange reason our characters end up in a s3xual scenario, we're skipping to the aftermath.

Edit: Some of my OCs have romantic interests made/owned by my boyfriend. This element can be removed for romance roleplays if need be (although they will still be with his OCs outside of the roleplay)

So yeah uhm I think thats it! Im not sure if you can edit things on Tumblr but if you can then I guess I'll update this as needed! Thanks for checking out my blog!!

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Brooklyn Baby

Pairing: Lee Jaehyun (Hyunjae) × Female Reader

Tags: Fluff, Hyunjae is WHIPPED, They bicker- a LOT, they love each other so much, it's pathetic actually, eventual smut (duh), separate tags and warnings for smut in the smut chapter. MINORS DNI!!

For @un-love 🩷🩷

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Chapter 1

It's summer of 2024 you've just shifted your whole life to Brooklyn New York, a decision that you and your friends and family had to all collectively take, Brooklyn is expensive and people are rude sometimes but for the first time you're building your life

You love your job, not a lot of therapist can say that specially with how taxing the job can be, but you really love your job, you're one of the most loved therapist at Brooklyn's biggest hospital NewYork-Presbyterian Brooklyn Methodist Hospital (yes i googled that) and let's just say you earn enough to have an entire studio apartment to yourself, something that you've come to realize, you love.

Your job is many things but it is not a job where you have a lot of free time, it might even be busier than working at a fashion magazine like your friend Daisy does,some days she is the only reminder of your life back in your home country, and your love for kpop and a certain kpop idol- Lee Jaehyun from The Boyz.

“Miss Rose, the director wants to see you.” your thoughts were interrupted by your assistant Liz- or Elizabeth, informing you of your rather sudden meeting with the director. Now the old Jasmine would absolutely lose it over being called by the director but moving to a place like Brooklyn from India has made you indifferent to these small anxiety triggering things.

To say that you were surprised would be the understatement of the century. The director had assigned you a patient of your busy (lazy) colleague, some VIP, whose case was “of utmost importance” to the hospital, which in itself was making you angry as if one life was worth more than the other. Nonetheless, you were gonna treat this patient like any other patient.

“Hi, Mr. Eric? I am Dr. Rose. I am taking over your case as of today, as informed. Please follow me this way” you introduce yourself to a tall man with freshly dyed brunette hair with a mask. He must be some high profile person given the way he was avoiding the stares from people.

R- You can keep the mask on until you feel comfortable to talk without them, our session can happen without you having to show your face.

E- Oh that is a relief thank you doctor.

R- So tell me Eric, what do you love doing when you are the most stressed and when you have a lot of leisure time?

E- Oh I thought you’d start with asking me my sickness

R- You say sickness like it is a bad thing

E- Is it not?

R- Well being sick is not great but it is not something derogatory.

*No one is born a patient and no one stays a patient till the end*.

*(From Daily dose of Sunshine)

As far as the questions go, if you’d rather me start with discussing your diagnosis, i am happy to do so

E- No its…its okay we can do your method.

I am skipping the actual therapy part because I am neither a licensed therapist nor a psych student to be writing that.

The 3 weeks you were assigned Eric’s case you found that against your better judgment, you guys were becoming almost friends, which is to say was weird in more ways than one. You were his therapist and you did not know what he looked like. You never asked him to take off his mask. He never mentioned why he prefers to wear one. So you decided you’d start and stay away from him in the hospital corridors when you often bump into each other after his session with your colleague.

E- I know we are not supposed to be friends and all that protocol, but you have really helped me in ways i could never explain and i am not the best person when it comes to gifts but i asked my friend j and he suggested this since you like to read- i've seen all those books in your office

Your gasp was audible to not only Eric but a few staff around as he pulled out a blue box. Eric quickly pulled you aside and for the first time, took off his mask.

R- You’re THE Eric?????

E- I mean I dont really say that about myself but i think you know me? Which is even better, so you know that i can afford this and im not robbing a bank for this gift, which also is not the case cause J bought this really-

R- Wait, I WILL not accept that, and give me a minute Wow! okay.

Eric, hi, I love your music and you'd understand when i say how weird this is to know my patient is a member of the group i love

E- aww doc you’re a fan. That makes me wanna be your friend even moore

R- Yeah, we’re gonna…we’ll talk about that later.

Wait, you're Eric from TBZ, so your friend J who often drops you to your session, the one who bought this SUPER EXPENSIVE gift, is J, Jaehyun? As in, Lee Jaehyun?

E- Yup you got that right! The one and only! In Fact he is on his way up, now that you’ve seen me, we can all talk comfortably

R- Oh No… no no, NO.

E- But why? Do you not like Hyunjae? *Gasp* Are you a hyunjae antiii??

R- WHAT???? NO! I could never hate my Hyunjae! not in this lifetime for suree!!!

“Well that’s good to know, Miss Rose”

You could identify that voice in a room full of noisy people, let alone the silence of the corridor, so you had no choice but to tun around and see a curly haired masked man smiling at you. Oh this is not good for your job.

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Chapter 2 will be posted super soon!!

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MAYBE YOU'RE NOT A BAD PERSON

chapter twenty-first

Next chapter (22)

The story is also on wattpad, the link to my profile can be found in biography

six days before the fire

Quiet giggles split the silence in the school corridor, two teenagers tinkering with something at their school locker. Brunet opened the locker with a stolen screwdriver, the giggles were endless with Eric who opened his sister's locker by breaking the hinges on the locker door.

- Are you sure about this? - asked Jinx crossing her arms over her chest looking around the corridors to see if anyone was walking over. The corridor was empty no stray soul was in the corridor, every student was in class bored in their school desks. Jinx was catching doubts whether making a "joke" to Ava was a good idea, especially knowing how the black-haired girl can take revenge

- Already panicking Jinx? - We haven't even got to the best part," he joked, looking fleetingly at the girl next to him, "You'll see, you'll laugh about it," he said, sending her a charming smile that could have swept her off her feet, his cheeks dimpled from smiling so much. And gentle wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes.

- 'I'm not panicking -' the teenage girl indignantly squeezed her arms tighter across her chest wanting to look even more serious than she looked - 'I just don't want Ava to take revenge on me -' she muttered

- So you're panicking - sang Eric shaking his head. Oh how he loved to annoy people Jinx couldn't even count on the fingers of one hand how many people he annoyed and how many enemies he has because of his jokes

- No Eric. I'm not panicking - dipped Jinx raised an eyebrow looking at Eric's back, she raised an eyebrow as she watched him assemble some kind of mechanism in her sister's locker - Besides - she started as she took a few steps to lean sideways against the lockers next to the unlucky locker that would fall victim to the prank - I don't even know what you came up with - whispered the teenage girl looking around to see if anyone was coming

- You'll see - he smiled innocently raising his head to meet the gaze of blue eyes, he was looking at her when she wasn't paying attention to him - You don't have to worry about Ava, she'll be angry for a while, but then she'll forget - he confessed further looking down at the red-haired teenager - You'll still laugh about it - he confessed quietly as if he was talking to himself

- I promise - he muttered almost inaudibly, she would have to strain her hearing to hear what he whispered, but she did not. She had another task and she was focused on it without even noticing that he was looking at her with those buttery, puppy dog eyes. A heavy sigh escaped Eric's lips as he went back to work on the cabinet, Jinx looked at him and raised an eyebrow

- What are you breathing so loudly for? - she said not knowing what emotion she was stirring in the boy, he merely shook his head

- Nothing important. See if anyone is coming - he instructed her, no longer gathering the courage to look at her and concentrated on his task. Jinx only raised her eyebrows more, but she started looking around again and became impatient

- Empty in this corridor like... - she fell silent looking for a comparison

- In the ass? - he joked smiling at his joke, the redhead only quietly snickered

- Yes. That's what I meant - she confessed shaking her head wanting to chase away the urge to giggle that wanted to assault her. A seemingly simple and so well known joke and yet it still amused her and managed to make her laugh, most probably with its simplicity it made people laugh.

- Well, look - he continued mockingly assembling something in his sister's cupboard without even deigning to look at her when he spoke - I've gotten to know you so well over the last eight months - he laughed

- You don't know anything about me Eric - muttered Jinx shaking her head, he could say that he , "knows" her well, that he knows her every secret even the most embarrassing one. But he didn't really know her and she didn't know him, they would need years to know every secret and experience what. A statement so familiar to everyone and so old and still being called out by everyone.

Jinx quietly sighed under her breath as she looked at one of the clocks in the corridor, there was a walker one clock in each corridor and the hour showing on the clock said there were five minutes left until the end of the lesson - Hurry up Eric - she hurried him - You have five minutes left - she warned him discreetly looking around but there was still not a living soul in the corridor apart from them. Even the teachers were sitting in the halls teaching the other students or sitting in the staff room completely uninterested in whether any student had escaped from the lesson.

- I'm almost finished - he muttered as he continued tinkering feeling the pressure of time, his movements were fast and decisive but at the same time imprecise, if he hadn't felt this time pressure he would probably have finished faster

- Four minutes - she warned him and Eric's movements were even faster, but still too slow for Jinx's taste

- Three minutes - she discreetly looked around straining her hearing to hear if anyone was coming, but all she heard was the scrambling of Eric who was correcting the trap with such fast movements that she would have envied the expression herself

- Do you have a plan for when he realises it's our doing? - she asked suddenly. As if she had forgotten the fact that she was hurrying Eric, who started to sweat, feeling the pressure of time, looked at her in passing - What are you staring at?

- You'll see, I've planned everything so you'll laugh about it - he smiled as he threw everything he needed into his backpack quickly zipping it up and throwing it over his shoulders he quickly closed his sister's locker and Jinx suddenly grabbed his wrist. He pulled the redhead peer towards the other corridor connecting to the corridor of the ,'unlucky locker' as he called it.

They hid behind the wall and Eric kept giggling, he pulled his wrist forward and checked the time on the watch on his wrist - One minute to the bell - he smiled mischievously but couldn't keep a stony face especially when he imagined what his little sister would look like pissed off

Very pissed off

She will even be ready to murder him and optionally Jinx, but will defend the red-haired teenager from his sister's wrath.

Even if it costs his life

They both waited patiently for the bell to ring that heralded the end of the lesson, the minutes dragged on and resembled hours. Not minutes, it was supposed to be a minute then the bell rang, they both felt as if an hour had passed. Jinx was slowly growing impatient, patience has never been her strong point especially when they plan to perform some joke

- You didn't tell me what you had planned - whispered Jinx looking at her colleague next to her, he waved her hand to keep quiet

- Shh - he hissed like a snake - You said it, just watch - He pointed with his finger to her where the locker was, about to become the object in the crime over Ava's joke. Jinx swallowed hard, but fell silent she didn't want to argue with Eric, she merely shook her head in disbelief - Just look - repeated more quietly to the boy who was struggling to hold back his laughter.

Finally the longed-for bell rang over their heads, the same annoying sound that heralded the end of the lesson and the announcement of break and for some the end of classes for today finally rang. Students almost ran out of their classrooms to go outside to sit on benches and gossip and some fled to dark corners of the school so they could smoke. Jinx and Eric tried to spot familiar faces among the crowd of teenagers running out of classrooms

- C'mon, C'mon," mumbled Eric under his breath as he looked over the crowd of people who were almost battering them. Jinx was looking at the students and Eric, not even focusing on Rodriguez's sister's locker anymore.

- Don't get so excited," joked the teenager quietly, earning herself a bump on the knee, she muttered a silent "Ow" and rubbed the sore spot - What was that for? - outraged the redhead and Eric sent her a bored look

- I will excite myself as much as I want - He smiled innocently - I am a free man and I can do everything - he said proudly patting his chest. He looked at the teenage girl who was now sending him a bored look saying , "Really?" she raised one eyebrow but a silent snort escaped her lips as she shook her head

Sometimes they had really stupid conversations that she would never even dream of having - Just don't slip up - she confessed looking down so she could see Rodriguez's face she blushed softly

- I don't drool - he muttered shyly as if she had uttered some embarrassing secret of his that she was never supposed to know, she raised her eyebrow more

 - Not at all - she teased and he looked even more like a bundle of stress not only stressed about a joke he didn't know if it would work, but also about Jinx starting to get into his sensitive topics. That is, the topics of arousal and behaving to his liking, he had already started to wonder himself if he was actually drooling when he saw her or anyone else. Almost unconsciously, his hand found its way to his mouth and under his chin to check if he was dribbling saliva

Jinx laughed out loud seeing what the teenager was doing - You drool at the sight of... - She paused her words trying to find the name or the name of the victim that had caught the black-haired man's heart, she scratched her chin thoughtfully - You drool at the sight of Iris - she smiled innocently looking at Eric who had stopped blushing

- drooling at the sight of Iris Graves? - asked Eric shyly refraining from hitting himself on the forehead with an open hand Jinx nodded her head holding back a smile

- 'Exactly,' muttered Jinx still looking at him and he was looking at his hands or his shoes, hard to tell as he lowered his head and she didn't have such a good view of his brown eyes she could have been lost.

- She's my ex,' Eric argued and Jinx's face dropped. Iris used to be his girlfriend? Does he have a girlfriend now? Is he single? How many girlfriends did he have before he met Jinx? These questions popped up in the teenager's head like a speeding Tir about to drive into a wall of dilapidated bricks threatening to collapse at the first hard impact. A wall that held all her thoughts that she wanted to bury, but at the same time wanted to hear them

- Your ex-girlfriend? - muttered Jinx quietly in disbelief, her jaw dropping gently - So you were friends with Herrera? - she asked after a moment of silence that was heavier than ever since they met, and they have known each other for eight months. They've known each other since she came to school here and still no one knows about the programme Jinx is in and she seems to be doing well.

- I haven't made friends," he shrugged his shoulders as if it was some sort of triviality, "It's never been an easy thing with Vic," he muttered looking over to see if he could see his sister on the horizon

- Vic? Are you referring to her in shorthand? - she asked curiously, looking towards the unlucky locker that was about to become the murder weapon in a joke you against Ava, Jinx wouldn't have said it out loud but she felt a slight sting in her chest when he mentioned Victoria as if he hadn't spoken her words that had been hiding deep inside him and now Herrera had escaped him to someone else. When she looked at him Eric wasn't even looking at her or the locker

He was looking at Herrera who was standing on the other side of the corridor, looking at her with almost... puppy dog eyes. Jinx's jaw clenched as she looked at it, her heart ached she didn't even understand why she felt such agitated emotions inside her

After a while Eric sighed heavily gaining Jinx's interest, he shook his head, when he looked at the ground he was deep in thought - I say that because it's easier - he muttered after a while, Jinx had to strain her hearing to understand what he was mumbling under his breath, at that moment she understood why Price didn't want her to mumble under her breath

Because you can hardly understand who is mumbling something under their breath

- Easier? - she asked slightly confused - In what sense easier? - she asked, genuinely curious as to what he meant - Did you have feelings for her when you were with Iris? - she raised an eyebrow almost guessing what he might be going on about and why he was so thoughtful

Eric wasn't going to answer it was a touchy subject for him maybe because he didn't know what to feel himself. Or maybe he didn't want to talk about it because he liked to play with his feelings?

- Why do you ask? - He almost spat with venom as he looked up to meet a pair of blue eyes looking at him as if he was a work of art on display in a museum - Are you jealous or something? - he asked raising an eyebrow waving his hands slightly annoyed but not letting it show on his face

Jinx almost moved away from him, she furrowed her brow. It had been so long since she had heard that tone of voice from anyone even the captain had not used the tone of voice he had spoken to her. She lowered her arms along her body not knowing what to do with them, it was the first time someone had accused her of possibly being jealous of her feelings for another person.

And she didn't know what to do about it

She wasn't even jealous, because what should she be jealous of? If she wanted to she could see that any boy or girl would look at her. She smiled at the thought and then her face dropped.

I guess that's how she could

She didn't even know

- I'm not jealous - She defended herself when she realised he was silent - And don't even talk to me in that tone - she hissed quietly, she wanted to look dangerous and she could look that way. Then, of course, when she wanted to, she wanted to scare him gently at the same time she didn't want to scare him enough to make him piss his trousers

- Then why are you so interested in Vic and Iris? - he asked, raising an eyebrow, turning towards her so that he could face her - And why do you reproach me for supposedly drooling? - he asked and Jinx fell silent and her lips tightened into a narrow line.

What was she supposed to answer that?

And how was she supposed to answer?

- You're exaggerating," the redhead confessed. She didn't know what else to say and that was the first thing she thought of which was stupid. She casually waved her hand as if she didn't care, snorted under her breath and Eric looked at her with raised eyebrows and looked at her like an idiot - Stop looking at me like that - she growled quietly and he raised his hands in a gesture of surrender

- I'm sorry - he muttered quietly under his breath. He felt like saying something else but restrained himself even if he really wanted to he wouldn't say it out loud. He was too afraid of Jinx to tell her

Joke.

He wasn't afraid of her

But he wanted to continue to be friends with them, so he held back his malice so as not to offend the redhead.

- 'Let's not argue better,' Eric whispered, Jinx had to strain her hearing harder to understand what he whispered, the corridors were noisy with everyone shouting at each other to be able to understand what someone else was saying. The teenage girl furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at her taller friend, who straightened up was taller than her by a head she practically barely reached his shoulders and she was one of the tallest girls in the group.

- 'We're not arguing,' she furrowed her eyebrows even more and the frown deepened as she pulled her eyebrows tightly into a single line, she looked at him angrily, 'You want to argue? We can, but don't cry when I win this war - she threatened him with her index finger wanting to look even more threatening than she looked

But he only giggled wanting to throw another smart remark and perhaps humiliate her, when the loudest shout in the corridor caused everyone to faint and the sudden silence woke up the school.

 Ava had fallen into a trap

And they weren't looking

When Jinx looked out over Eric's shoulder she had to cover her mouth with her hand to prevent any flies from flying into her mouth as her jaw dropped towards the ground. It was a water trap prank most familiar to the whole world, but still....

It was still funny especially after the glitter suddenly shot out of Ava's locker when she wanted to reach for the tissues, Isolde, Noah and Aria who were standing next to Ava had the same face as Jinx only they did not cover their mouth with their hand. Eric started laughing loudly, breaking the silence that had fallen in the corridor, every student was looking at poor Ave and looking appraisingly at Eric, they knew the jokes of Rodriguez, but sometimes the others were tired of their constant teasing and the jokes that sometimes were not funny, but some also started laughing joining Eric who had tears in his eyes because of his hysterical laughter.

It all looked like something out of a TV series for teenagers, the same series that should have ended for some season, but the directors want to continue it even though the ideas for the episodes have run out.

- Eric - she called out quietly to the redhead, when Eric was still laughing and didn't react to her call - Eric - she called out louder and he still didn't answer her but rolled on the ground, he didn't sense the deadly gaze of his sister he was too busy laughing at his "funny" joke

- Eric! - Jinx almost screamed when finally the black-haired man started to wipe the tears from his eyes, but he was still giggling

 - 'What,' he asked between giggles, the redhead grabbed him under the chin with two fingers and turned his head towards his sister, who was looking at them. If sight could murder they would be dead, that was certain, and it was certain that she wouldn't have met Ava or Eric before, because they would have murdered each other with their sight

- Oh - muttered Eric

- Are we running away? - whispered Jinx without taking her eyes off the Rodriguez sister, Eric nodded his head

- We're running away - He stated taking Jinx by the wrist almost pulling her with such force that she would have fallen over, by some miracle she kept her balance and tried to keep up with her taller friend who was still pulling her by the wrist. Neither of them dared to look back to see if Eric's sister was running behind them, but they heard heavy and fast footsteps behind their backs, maybe they couldn't see that she was running, but hearing it was enough for them to start running faster.

- 'Faster, faster,' Eric urged, his hand slipping from Jinx's wrist but still not letting her go, their fingers tangling against each other as they ran frantically. The redhead didn't know where they were running simply her legs were running behind Eric and her lungs were begging for a new dose of oxygen causing Jinx to become breathless. She got more breathless than Eric and it was she who was more athletic than the taller teenager, it wasn't fair in her eyes, but she didn't have time to think about it when they were trying to get away from Ava

When they ran out of the school grounds they still didn't stop running, even though they no longer heard footsteps behind them. The passers-by they passed looked at them suspiciously and some with a gentle smile evidently thinking they were in a relationship.

 And this was not the case.

I guess.

Neither of them said anything about their feelings and even if they felt something for each other, they said nothing to each other, as if they were afraid of being rejected by their half. Or maybe it was fear of rejection?

- 'Eric,' cried Jinx between breathless gasps as she tried to catch air, but not quite making it, Eric didn't react he continued to run holding her hand securely. He didn't hold her tightly enough to hurt her, but he also didn't hold her gently enough to let her go - Eric! - cried the red-haired girl again, now she understood what the captain meant when he whined that she was thoughtful.

- Where are we running to? - she asked airily thinking that Eric would suddenly wake up from his trance and tell her where he was leading her, of course she could just pull her hand out of his grasp but her body didn't want to break that warm connection that was growing in their joined hands.

If he had planned something she was curious what he had planned, he hadn't told her much what he had planned what kind of joke he wanted to make to his sister, but she had to admit even if the joke had been repeated enough even it was funny, just at the thought of it a smile appeared on her lips. She made a mental note that she would have to apologise to Ava later for the joke, she didn't want to be on the bad side of the Rodriguez sister, she knew how she could take revenge even if she hadn't experienced it first hand. Eric's stories were enough for her

- You'll see you'll like it - Eric said continuing to run without even dreaming of letting her go, he led her through the winding paths of London. You could even tell he was making everything so twisted on purpose to make her lose her bearings, Jinx shook her head in slight displeasure. She was practically spitting out her lungs here already and Eric looked as if the frantic running had no effect on him

- Stop being so mysterious," she indignantly shook her head even more, not even looking where she was running she trusted him to guide her so she wouldn't run into anyone. Eric glanced over his shoulder at her gently slowing his run only quietly giggling seeing her indignation

- But then it wouldn't be so romantic - He smiled innocently sending her one of his sweetest smiles. A smile that Jinx felt like scratching out, she was already about to ask what kind of romance he meant and what he was even thinking about, when she looked at her hand, which was still tangled with Eric's fingers. She sent him a bored look as she took her hand from his grasp and Eric's lips puffed up as he lost the warmth of Jinx's hand, but he respected her decision to let go of his hand. He never pushed for physical contact if someone didn't want it.

-Romantically? - she said rhetorically looking around -But romantic to me - she said pretending to be offended when she saw nothing but a few houses and fields, although one thing caught her attention an abandoned house just behind Eric's back

- I think you've noticed - He whispered when he saw her gaze pause over the dilapidated abandoned house that had suffered through lack of care for it, Eric giggled and his long strides took him towards the abandoned house Jinx however remained standing still unable to move when Eric looked over his shoulder to see if the girl was following him. She didn't.

With a heavy sigh he turned on his heel and his hand was again on Jinx's hand tangling the squares together, sometimes physical contact is more necessary than anyone would expect - You'll like it, trust me - he smiled adorably at her, sending her the same smile she felt like scratching out but this time the urges were quiet even she herself reciprocated his smile looking into those chocolate eyes she could sometimes get lost in just as she was lost in Isolde's eyes.

What was she supposed to do? She liked Eric's eyes as well as Isolde's.

And she liked Eric and Isolde. They both made Jinx think twice, even four times, about what to answer in order not to look like an idiot, and the heart in her chest fluttered more than she could describe in her diary, which she writes so wearily every night, writing down what she did that day and what she learned from the captain. She may not have wanted to change too much, but if she was going to surround herself with the kind of people she now surrounded herself with then she had the will and motivation to change.

For Ari

For Noah

For Eric

For Ava

For Captain

For Mrs Dorinson

For... For Isolde

She knew she could count on them even if they didn't know about Jinx's socialisation programme except for the captain he was the one who was supposed to socialise her. Only he and the teachers knew about the programme the students no longer needed to see and Jinx did not boast about it.

As Eric pushed open the dilapidated front door of the abandoned house Jinx had a Dev ju feeling, as if she had once been here but did not recognise the place. Eric being a gentleman let her through the door to enter first Jinx snorted with gentle amusement spread her arms as if holding a gown and bowed gently thanking him for the priority Eric at her behaviour also giggled

As she stepped inside a feeling of familiarity surged through her veins but she couldn't understand why her subconscious wanted so badly to tell her something she wouldn't understand anyway, she looked around her everywhere the wallpaper was coming away from the walls due to the neglect of the walls and the spiders just decorated the corners creating fantastic webs that no one cleaned, the floor creaked due to the dampness collecting in the house. The building had been abandoned for a long time, it could be seen at a glance, the weather was destroying the building without a tresco and nobody cared whether the house could collapse or not.

When she felt a tap on her shoulder she almost jumped up, and when she turned to be able to see the brown eyes sparkling with mischief, he nodded to the left without using his mouth to tell her , "Follow me" he only gestured to her as if saying something was too slow. He headed towards the stairs which were in a bit better condition than the floor, but also creaked under their weight. Eric almost jumped up in place without fear that the floor beneath him might break Jinx quietly laughed at his behaviour.

He was behaving like a small child who gets excited about a present that was under the Christmas tree and couldn't wait to open the present.

- Calm down, or the floor won't be able to withstand the pressure of your jumps yet - She joked and at the same time rebuked him, worrying whether the boards would withstand the weight of both of them at the same time to withstand the weight of Eric's jumps - Eric, be careful - she rebuked him again when he didn't stop jumping

- What is so exciting? - she asked, looking at him and then at her own feet to see how she had to step on the floor to keep it from crumbling, the floor may have looked strong, but she didn't trust herself or the building to support their weight and she didn't want to end up in hospital broken

Because then how would she explain it to the captain? That instead of being in lessons she was wandering around abandoned buildings with Eric and still not watching him walk.

- 'You see,' Eric started to say as he opened the door to one of the rooms at the top of the building, the room looked like a bedroom but was better cared for than the rest of the rooms. Eric must have cared about this room it was evident, the paintings on the walls openly told what kind of artistic soul the boy had which she didn't expect to see. She didn't even think the boy could paint, much less that he would paint motifs of the Witcher and other books or games as she might have guessed. Although she didn't really recognise the characters she only saw how much detail he added to each painting on the wall, how much time it must have taken him, she couldn't believe what she was seeing

- This is where we can hide from Ava it's the last place she'll think of to find us - He said throwing himself on a chair that didn't look like it belonged in the assortment of the abandoned house, maybe he had taken an unused chair from his house and was now secretly using it here. As she looked around the room she saw the dressers which were scraped of white paint, the curtains gently flapping through the draught that had formed at the open window

- Where did we get this place from? - asked the curious redhead gently touching the dried paint on the wall as she examined every painted detail with her eyes

- I've lived all my life in London - he said casually leaning back in his chair to open the cupboard by the door and inside was a portable battery activated freezer, Jinx raised an eyebrow slightly looking at Eric who was concentrating on pulling something out of the freezer - There's no place I don't know - he went on rummaging through something - And this place has been abandoned for so many years I've made it my - he fell silent searching for the word

- A base? - Added Jinx guessing what he wanted to say Eric

- Base is a strong word, more of a hiding place - he said as he sat up straight again and had a beer in his hand, one bottle he threw to Jinx which she barely caught without even asking her if she was drinking - When I am sad or want to think I come here - he shrugged his shoulders opening his bottle of beer with the ring he wore on his ring finger

- And are you hiding here from Ava? - She inquired sitting down on the ground in front of him and set her beer down beside her. She didn't want to drink the beer she'd given up alcohol and was glad she'd given up that shit, she didn't even want to think what consequences she'd face if the captain saw her with a beer in her hand, she remembered what it was like to be so drunk you couldn't move and suffer from a hangover the next day, she didn't want to go back to that. For no money at all, she had made a vow in juvie to quit walking alcohol and she wanted to keep her word.

- She did. When I make a joke to her it takes her a long time to get angry with me - he shrugged his shoulders again as he took a long sip of alcohol from the bottle, he wasn't looking at her just looking at his shoes considering every possible topic they could talk about

- Aren't you afraid I'll betray your hiding place? - She asked raising an eyebrow as she looked at him, now she felt about the weight, on her back that she was still carrying throughout the escape. She took her rucksack off her shoulders and threw it into the corner almost immediately feeling relieved as she took the weight off her shoulders

- I trust you - Eric smiled looking at the redhead - Besides, you have to hide from Ava yourself now - he argued and Jinx had to admit she was right. Even if it hurt, because she didn't like to admit it.

They sat in silence and Jinx kept looking around her. Admiring everything around her her gaze was caught by a guitar leaning against a large double bed, she didn't want to lie down on the mattress even if it looked very soft she didn't even want to think about it. How many bugs must have been in that mattress the very thought sickened her, but the guitar leaning against the bed was beautiful and neatly made of light oak. It looked expensive, too expensive for the owners who had lived in the building before to just leave the guitar leaning against the bed.

- Are you not drinking? - Eric asked suddenly, breaking the silence or maybe he was even saying something, but Jinx wasn't listening to him, she didn't know. She looked at Eric and at the unopened beer next to her, she shook her head

- Sorry - she muttered quietly

He nodded gently leaned forward, took the beer from her and put it in the freezer, which was hidden in the wardrobe - Clever - she muttered looking at the closes of the wardrobe - Also a place where you can get drunk without punishment and without extra eyes - she summed it up and Eric nodded looking at the hand, which held the beer

- You know a lot - he confessed quietly almost whispering so as not to disturb the peace that surrounded them and he didn't want to drown out the chirping of the birds - Have you ever had a place like this? - he asked curiously raising an eyebrow. She felt a slight lump in her throat when he asked this

Of course she had.

And she had shared this hiding place with Jack

She had to think very hard about whether she trusted him enough to tell Jack or the walker about him. She pressed her knees gently to her chest and hugged them with her hands - A sensitive subject? - queried Eric looking at her and seeing her flex her muscles, he didn't want to ask her about a sensitive subject or subjects she didn't want to talk about. He was a little concerned, thinking that he had screwed up the conversation at the very beginning and had planned a lot.

- Not just that - she said after a moment of tense silence, rubbing her brow with her fingernail, thinking deeply until a wrinkle appeared on her forehead - I think too much - she giggled nervously, swallowing her saliva hard - When I had a friend, even a best friend - she started to tell the story, but she fell silent collecting her words, she almost forgot how to form a sentence - We both liked to play, even though he was much older than me - - I don't know, I don't know.

- Older? - Eric asked, taking a long sip of beer - How many years older? - he got curious looking at her, interrupting her story

- Four years - she told him - Coming back - she grunted awkwardly sitting down more comfortably on the ground - We loved to play with each other - we even had our "base" where we often met - she told him and her gaze became distant, but there was a smile on her lips when she recalled all this - she would give her soul to spend a few more moments with Jack. To be able to play with him, even though she's sixteen and not six like she was then.

- What was this place? - Asked a curious Eric. He was curious and Jinx was suddenly silent

- Almost the same as this one - she said and her hand shot up and her finger pointed at everything around her - Also an abandoned house, I remember we stole some lights and a battery and then hung them up in the base - she recalled and a giggle came out of Jinx's mouth and moments later Eric joined in the giggling

- We used to paint on the walls too, although more to Jack painting than me - she recalled letting out a nostalgic sigh - He didn't let me paint too much he thought it was too small. But he would give me a sheet of paper and I would paint with crayons.

- Mean - joked Eric drinking his alcohol - And what happened next? - he asked curiously

Jinx shrugged her shoulders, she couldn't tell him because she couldn't, but she also didn't remember much. Either her mind had erased her memories or the cartel had stressed and manipulated her so much that she remembered little from before she joined them.

- Nothing. We had fun and laughed," she said, so evasive she looked at the planks, which were gently beginning to grow moss - And you? - She asked looking at the boy in front of her - How did you find this place? And why did you conclude that it was your hiding place? - she asked curiously, wanting to change the subject

Eric just shrugged his shoulders - One night when I was coming back from a party so drunk that I don't remember much of it - he recalled as he played with the bottle flicking his wrist to feel the liquid inside the bottle swirl - I don't remember much of it, but in the morning I woke up here with a massive hangover - he recalled and Jinx snorted under her breath

- 'You're an alcoholic,' the red-haired teenager complained, gently slapping him on the calf. Eric let out a quiet , "Oh".

- I am far from being an alcoholic - he complained looking at her with a meaningful gaze and she raised her hands in a gesture of surrender - But I found I liked this place, it's not far from my house - he shrugged his shoulders - It just so happened - he said cutting off his words to take a sip of beer

- That it became your second home - whispered Jinx and Eric nodded slowly and her gaze remained on the guitar. Eric would be a fool if he didn't notice this, he gently tilted his head looking at his redheaded friend then at the guitar he once brought here so he could play in peace, theoretically he could play at home in the privacy of his room, but Ava would then drop by his room claiming she wanted to , "listen" to him play, but in reality she would come to complain about how he wasn't doing it

Ava sometimes forgot that he was just learning to play the guitar. But that was three years ago, now he was pretty good at playing the guitar, he just needed a quiet place where no one would disturb him and this abandoned building gave him such opportunities.

- Do you know how to play the guitar? - he asked suddenly seeing her gaze studying the guitar, he put the beer down on the floor and with a heavy sigh he would get up to take the guitar which was leaning against the bed, he went back to Jinx and sat next to her just against the wall looking at his guitar which he got for his birthday from his parents

 - No - Jinx denied shaking her head, she moved closer to Eric sitting shoulder to shoulder with him also looking at the wooden instrument - But Jack once tried to teach me to play the guitar - she recalled with a gentle smile

- I guess Jack was a good friend - Eric whispered looking at Jinx hiding the jealousy that was aroused in him as she mentioned Jack more and more often, even if it was the first time she talked about him. 

- Brother - She corrected him, looking into hazel eyes that were not focused on her but on the guitar. Whenever she looked at him she saw his gaze flee from her as if he didn't want to admit that he was staring at her - I considered him more of a brother than a friend - she sighed heavily as she bent her legs so she could rest her hands on her knees

- Maybe because I was little - she whispered and Eric's head shot up, miraculously not breaking his neck

- This, where were your parents? - he asked suddenly - It sounds like you're three years old and you're already going outside for days on end - he croaked as he said this

She giggled quietly seeing his frowning face - It's not like that - she said between giggles - They just weren't too interested in me that's a fact - she said playing with her fingers bending them in different directions - But I think I was six when I met Jack - she confessed

- I think? What do you mean probably? - he raised his eyebrows high, this conversation was strange and interesting at the same time and he had no intention to end it

- Memories are fading - she confessed, she lifted her head up closing her eyes - I didn't cherish them and I barely remember him - she whispered

- Oh - he muttered - I didn't know -.

- How were you supposed to know that? - she asked rhetorically and he nodded slightly admitting to her that she was right, they both sat with their shoulders touching and in complete silence. Eric gently shifted and sat up more comfortably so that he could begin to pluck the strings to make the sound.

It was slow yet beautiful Jinx gently smiled under her breath and her eyes were still closed and her head turned towards the roof. The sun was shining on the two of them through the window, illuminating them more, as if the sun itself wanted to tell them something. Or maybe to encourage them to do something. Time flew by slowly each minute seemed like an hour, but they were not complaining, they wanted to spend as much time as possible with each other and now they had the perfect opportunity.

No one dared to break the silence that was almost perfect for the two of them, no words had to come out to make the atmosphere calm and perfect for resting. The tranquil notes that came out of the guitar through Eric could effectively lull Jinx to sleep and the smile never left her face as she listened to the peaceful melody

- It may not be the height of romance - she started to speak quietly as if she was afraid of drowning out the chirping of the birds that were merrily chirping outside adding to the beauty of the moment - But I understand what you wanted to show me - she whispered opening her eyes to look at him

Eric smiled gently hearing her words - So that's how you picked up Iris? - she asked curiously, Eric gently shook his head and grinned which did not escape Jinx who felt bad that she had caused Eric to think more and his flash of mischief and happiness momentarily disappeared because of her silly question

- No - he contradicted her after a moment of awkward and nervous silence - She flew at the fact that I have rich parents - he stated plainly, he was healed from the wounds Iris had caused, but he was still thinking a lot about the subject he didn't want to fall into the same snares again that Iris had shown him, but he knew that Jinx certainly hadn't sprung a similar trap.

- Oh - muttered Jinx - I didn't know... Sorry - she whispered

- Don't be sad Jinx - he smiled gently - Iris is a bitch and you didn't know it - he joked and it was effective because Jinx quietly snorted at his joke gently slapping him on the shoulder and he laughed making a sound of , "Hehe"

They both started laughing because of the sentences they exchanged, or maybe it was also because Jinx and Eric got caught up in the silliness that assaulted them and made them unable to stop laughing the more they looked the more they giggled. For a good five minutes they couldn't stop laughing, and when they calmed down silence ensued, but still they smiled

- Do you want to play? - He asked suddenly as he looked at his friend next to him again. At his question Jinx's head suddenly turned towards him miraculously without breaking her neck, she looked as if he had asked her if she had ever killed a man or accused her of things she had not done

Still

You never know

Right?

Jinx quietly snorted under her breath as Eric tried to shove his guitar into her hands, but she successfully defended herself - I can't play the guitar - she argued, but Rodriguez didn't want to hear it

- Then I'll teach you - He said almost proud of himself for coming up with the idea. Jinx sent him a meaningful look saying , "Yes? Then try it" she gave him a silent challenge she thought he would give up, that he would think she was too stubborn to keep trying. What she didn't expect was for Eric's arms to wrap around her waist and for him to move her and settle Jinx between his legs.

He moved her as if she wasn't brewing anything, while she sat stiff as a wooden peg Eric didn't care and positioned her so that she could take in the guitar and he could navigate her freely through the guitar strings. She could feel Eric's warm breath on her neck as he breathed calmly and her heart beat fast enough in her ears as if it was about to leap out to run across the world and back into place, she let him move her body as long as she felt comfortable letting him

His hands were urgent and determined to teach her how to play the guitar, when she leaned with her back against his chest he placed the guitar on her legs - I'm holding here - he whispered over her ear and a shiver ran down her spine, when she felt his warm breath over her ear it was so exciting at the same time Jinx could sense the uncertainty and nervousness and her muscles tense up at the thought of how Eric was sitting close to her.

And how she was sitting close to him

- Just slide your finger along the strings - he gave her instructions as he held the top of the guitar giving it a more pronounced sound and left her full will as to the rhythm she should play, whenever he saw when she needed to be corrected his other hand immediately did so

Jinx smiled softly as he corrected her elbow to rest it against the edge of the box renaissance-style. They both sat like this in silence, when only the guitar made a sound he would correct her when the sound was too falsified he didn't want her to lose her desire so he whispered quiet praise in her ear causing her to feel more nervous.

He wanted to help and it had the opposite effect even if she smiled she had to hold back every cell not to blush, she couldn't afford it. She would burn with shame if he saw her red face, maybe even redder than her hair even if he liked it.

Because he liked it, when Jinx blushed her face would turn red like a beetroot or a tomato and her red hair was more highlighted, he loved her red hair it was soft and he could mistake it for the colour of fox fur. They didn't even pay attention to the fact that the sun was slowly starting to go down so that the moon could replace it, only a gentle breeze reminded them of the hours they had spent together

- Why don't I teach you to play the guitar? - asked Eric suddenly breaking the peaceful silence, even the birds had stopped chirping outside. The wild animals were slowly going to sleep they should too, but they were enjoying their company too much

Jinx giggled briefly shaking her head thinking Eric was joking - I don't think I'm up to it - she said with a gentle smile when just the note she wanted to play came out very crooked and unpleasant to the ear - See? And you hear - she asked with a quieter giggle and he poked her in the side making her jump up

- I'll teach you - He said grabbing her chin in two fingers to direct her head so that he could look into her blue eyes in which he liked to drown as she did in his eyes - You'll be even better than me - he told her seriously enough that she wondered if he had made a silent vow to her.

She nodded gently, unable to get the words out. Maybe it was the proximity that took her speechless, or maybe it was the fact that she could feel his eyes drilling a hole in her soul. She didn't know, but she felt like a little girl who didn't know what to do and didn't know what to feel, her hands starting to sweat. He gently took the guitar out of her hands to put the object down next to them, he didn't take his eyes off her, once they caught eye contact they couldn't break it even if they wanted to.

They couldn't

They were connected

He gently stroked her cheek with his hand and a stray strand fell from her forehead tickling her cheek, he tangled the lost strand around his finger and put it behind her ear. A small and typical gesture and yet it made Jinx unable to hold back a blush as she felt his smooth fingers on her cheeks which puffed up slightly like a squirrel's. Every muscle in the teenager tensed as she looked at him and Rodriguez seemed so calm

As if he had done it many times

Because he probably did it many times

But not with her just doing it to another girl.

It was an impulse. They both felt that they should do it even if it was going to be the forbidden fruit in paradise

 they just did it.

So suddenly

Their lips came together in an expectant kiss, it was intense they both felt like they were in heaven as their lips danced in a synchronised dance.

Such perfect timing nothing could spoil it, even if Jinx didn't get back to Price's flat in time. She had another activity that was almost so anticipated for her at the same time she felt like she'd gotten herself into something she shouldn't be getting into, her thoughts starting to get louder as they kissed.

You shouldn't be doing this

Whispered a voice above her ear, maybe the voice was right, but she wanted to do it. She still felt that rebellious teenager inside her, who sometimes grew weaker with each passing day, but in moments like this, she would awaken anew to experiment.

She rested her arms around his neck gently correcting herself to be able to kiss him more comfortably, they were both lost in the moment. They closed their eyes to be able to feel more and their bodies merged together, come on they didn't fit together like two missing pieces.

He was too tall so she almost had to climb up on his shoulders to kiss him comfortably and he had to hunch over. She rested one hand on his cheek and he held her waist to keep her from slipping off of him, time almost slowed down around them and the sun was setting with each passing moment they finally pulled away from each other to take in the air that had escaped from their lungs after an ardent kiss

They were both panting heavily as they looked into each other's eyes, finally a smile adorned Eric's face as he watched Jinx laugh. This situation made her laugh, but it wasn't a sarcastic laugh, on the contrary, it was a laugh of happiness as if it was just what she was missing - I told you - he whispered into her mouth - You will laugh about it again - he added after a while, barely a whisper and yet she understood his words.

She looked into his eyes tilting her head to the side, with a smile that would gently fall to become a shy grin - Don't flatter yourself - she whispered as she looked at his lips for a second and he took the initiative and kissed her again.

They kissed like that for a few moments more, when the voice in her head wouldn't let up and the muscles suddenly bunched up in her back

Stop

The voice commanded her and she pulled away from Eric, placing her hands on his chest as his hands found their way to her bottom.

This was wrong.

And now she realised it

He looked at her reoriented, not understanding why she was pushing him away now. He thought he liked her - What is it? - he asked confused not knowing what to think about

- We shouldn't do this - she whispered shyly, not daring to look at him. She stepped out of his embrace, he didn't argue let her go - I'm sorry - she said quickly, getting up from the floor to quickly go get her backpack that was lying in the corner of the abandoned house

- Jinx? - called out quietly Eric looking at what she was doing trying to understand what she was planning. But he didn't understand anything, he thought she liked what they were doing. Or had he gone too far? Jinx gave him no answer - Stay - He called out after her when he realised that she was running away from him.

He got up quickly on his feet and tried to catch up with her, he ran in front of the abandoned house right behind her, but she had already disappeared into the tall grass. He looked everywhere, but he didn't see her anywhere, the grass didn't even move, the universe had just spit in his face

- 'I'm sorry,' Jinx suddenly confessed surprising him, she stepped out of the tall grass as if nothing had happened. As if nothing had happened, as if she hadn't just run away from him a moment ago - Just let me think about it - she confessed looking at him coming out of the hiding place she had found in the tall grass

He looked at her with his lips slightly parted and his brow raised - What do you mean? - He asked slightly annoyed, he wanted to understand what Jinx was thinking about. What the hell is she doing?

- 'This is the first time,' she said suddenly, 'I just...' - she interrupted suddenly looking for words. And the words she said hit Eric like a brick wall, he now understood. He couldn't put pressure on her

- Sure - he said - I understand - he added after a moment of awkward silence - Take as much time as you want, and when you understand what you feel - he interrupted

- Then you know where to find me - he sent her a gentle smile - I'll walk you out it's late and dark - he said as he retreated inside the abandoned house to get his backpack. He didn't even leave her room to argue.

The way back to the captain's flat was not long, they walked in silence, but it was not awkward. A pleasant silence returned to them, words didn't have to fall out of their mouths to bridge the gap between them. Eric didn't go any further than Jinx didn't want to so he kept her at a distance

It was a pleasant surprise to him when he felt Jinx's little finger join his gently tangling with each other. A smile came over Eric's face, they were walking quietly and the chill of the night was getting worse, when he noticed Jinx shivering without a word he pulled off his sweatshirt

He stopped Jinx and started to put his sweatshirt on her - What are you doing? - Asked the surprised teen as she allowed him to manoeuvre her body so that he put the sweatshirt on her, almost immediately she felt a pleasant warmth, his scent wafting from the sweatshirt immediately hit the teen's nostrils and a gentle smile appeared on her lips as she inhaled his scent

- You're cold - he explained in a simple sentence, but Jinx still didn't understand

- But you will be cold now -

- It won't be -

- It will be -

- Not true, I won't be colder than you - he smiled gently as he combed her hair, dared and grabbed her hand in his and she didn't run away with her hand. Almost in thought he jumped up

She didn't have the strength to argue anymore, she gently nodded her head too tired to argue also too happy to give up her sweatshirt. She smelled him and she liked it even if she didn't understand what she was feeling

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

- Where have you been? - asked the Captain's stern voice as Jinx unsuccessfully tried to quietly close the front door as she said goodbye to Eric, obviously the boy had not escaped the Captain's attention. He raised his eyebrow high expecting an explanation from the girl - I'm listening and I'd better not lie, because I'm pissed today anyway - he muttered

- Well - she giggled awkwardly putting her backpack down under the shoe lockers - Here and there - she confessed shyly correcting her sweatshirt which was too big for her by at least a size so her hands were sinking into the sleeves of the black sweatshirt, the captain concealed his smile under his chin. Ever since he had met Eric he had seen the way he looked at Jinx just waiting for the moment when it would suddenly become apparent that they were together

He won't believe in love until Jinx and Eric are together

A bit of teenage thinking, but that's what he thought. In his eyes they were made for each other - Here and there? She needs specifics. - he commanded her as he returned to the living room to plop down on the couch, with Jinx following him

- 'I promised to keep it a secret,' she confessed as she sat down next to him, pressing her knees to her chest - 'I'm sorry,' she whispered, the captain looked at her with a raised eyebrow

- I don't like it, but walker tell me who you were with - he said displeased that she didn't tell him where she was, but respected that she was keeping secrets. He had seen Eric, so he guessed she was with him, but he preferred to hear it from her - Were you with Rodriguez? -

She nodded slowly, still sniffing the sweatshirt Eric had given her - Yes - she confessed, looking at the captain in her eyes he noticed unspoken questions or words. It's hard to tell.

- Do you want to say something? - he asked suddenly cutting through the silence that had ensued, even the TV was afraid to speak up lest he cause an argument between them, but Price was calm. He trusted his brother Rodriguez, in fact he trusted the whole Rodriguez family they were decent people he knew Teodoro Rodriguez father Eric and Ava had served together in the unit once before he became a captain and before Teo started a family with Anna.

They were a lovely couple, they suited each other. I wonder if Teo would have met the captain after so many years of separation

- Nothing - she shrugged her shoulders, looking at the TV which was playing quietly in the background - I just like to think - she stated however silly that statement was, John snorted under his breath shaking his head but didn't pursue the subject he was too tired after the many hours spent at the base on paperwork and rehabilitation he still had to attend

Jinx wondered whether to ask him how he should understand what he was feeling when he spoke to Eric, but seeing his tiredness she let the subject go. She'll ask him some other time, or not at all. Maybe she will find out for herself how she feels about Eric and Isolde, they both keep dreaming in her dreams at the same time she is dreaming the same nightmare

Fire

Building

Fire

Her gaze rested on the candle that was burning next to the TV, the scented candle that Price had been given by a work colleague to celebrate his return to base effectively made the whole living room smell of gooseberries and lilacs. Jinx swallowed hard as she watched the flame of the candle dance on the air of the flat dissolving the wax that sprayed the fragrance

Something was about to happen

And she didn't know what.

[davekat-sucks]

>Pride month includes trans pride, and who’s deemed canonically trans by the Huss? THAT’S RIGHT! HOPE YOU LIKE SEEING JUNE EGBERT ON YOUR DASH A WHOOOOOOOOLE LOT AAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL MONTH!

(hopefully this formats the text right i dont use tumblr a lot and i usually only lurk)

Listen anon, this shit aint gonna work. June Egbert is not canon and she wont be, it doesnt matter if she appears on HSBC because let me tell you, its already on its name: BEYOND CANON.

You are not owning transphobes or helping trans people by screaming that June is canon everywhere you go, all you do is annoy people who arent trans and help make those trans stereotype become even worse and that just makes everything more awful than it already is. What you are doing is not helping ANYONE and it just makes you look like an asshole.

In fact Homestuck trans rep sucks as a whole. Vriska sucks in general and people like Kate will use her being "canonically" trans as an excuse when like I said all that does it make things WORSE. June is forced and people like you usually try to force people that its canon when its not and the Roxy one from HSBC is the same thing but nobody gives a shit about one so people usually dont talk about it.

And no just because Hussie said it doesnt mean its true (ie. Andrew Hussie Formstring) and sure the circumstances are different but the webcomic is done, its like if George Lucas claimed Luke Skywalker was actually a trans girl in secret all this time or some shit, it would be nonsensical to suddenly say that when theres never evidence for it + the main material having ended years ago. It has already ended and HSBC is just a non-canonical continuation.

And I don't know how much it "being planned from the beggining" means but I'm pretty sure its about being planned since the epilogues or something and not since the Homestuck Beta from april 10th, look at me in my invisible eyes and tell me that the Hussie from that era was thinking about transgender rights and not about his next webcomic and i dont fucking know that creepy puppet he had as a kid or horses.

AND before you assume Im transphobic, Im not and support trans people because i know how gender dysphoria feels [even though i do feel like some people online are faking it for attention or are there not for support but because they have some fetish which is pretty fucking bad (and Im unsure if fit the label or if I want to fit it considering I dont tell anyone about it at all and everyone online nowdays seems to suck overall and I also dont want to go around telling online strangers on a public profile about it)], so please understand this. June Egbert is not canon and is not a good rep, if you like it then keep it on the parts of the community that like it and stop trying to force "dubiously canon" on everyone. You are causing more harm than good, in fact I think that you are doing might not be doing any good at all.

And because I feel like I didnt let enough steam off Im gonna say this

Fuck June. Fuck her stupid fucking name. Fuck her rep. Fuck Post-Canon. And she and other shit reps deserve to be forced to take a permanent vacation straight to Hell.

Oh and davekat-sucks please keep existing and dont let these people put you down, you are one of the few people in this community nowdays that seems to not be overly aggressive and you allow people to show their opinions without having to fear getting harassed on or getting dragged on a full blown warzone just for not thinking like most people on the community do. Your blog means a lot for fans like us and remember, just because a lot of people seem to disagree with you it doesnt mean you are wrong! ^U^

Thank you for the kind words, Anon. And thank you for this amazing post here too. ✧ദ്ദി( ˶^ᗜ^˶ )

[morganaspendragonss]

a worry that i can't place

happy holidays vera (@lutavero)!!! here is your secret santa gift, i hope you like it! i chose to focus on the superhero and fluff with established relationship prompts. sending you so much love and all the best for now and the new year! 💚💚💚

also please send me your ao3 if you have one i forgot to ask sorryyyyy

ao3 | 1.4k | au based in canon, canon-typical injury, remember that time buck got struck by lightning in 911?

title from ease my mind by ben platt

“TK! TK! Firefighter Strand, do you copy?”

“I haven’t got a pulse!”

“Do better!”

*

Carlos had grown used, over the years, to the bruises and scratches that appeared on TK’s skin every now and then. He was used to the blowing in and out, the late nights and early mornings, the unpredictability of their lives. It was all part and parcel of being married to an international superhero.

Or, officially, ex-international superhero. As far as everyone else was concerned, The Flash had gone offline years ago and conspiracy theories were left swirling in his wake; some claimed he’d died, others that he was in witness protection, others still that he was being hunted and so had to keep a low profile. 

Carlos knew the truth: that TK had been suffering in New York under the constant pressure of being the city’s salvation. There’s a longer story there, too, one that he’s not quite managed to draw out in its entirety, but he’s aware of the heartbreaking gist.

(“My dad found me,” TK told him one night, about a year into their relationship. “Drink and drugs don’t touch me anymore, they haven’t since… Anyway, they didn’t work so I went looking for trouble.

“I found it.”)

He can read well enough between the lines of nuclear breakup and everything’s just grey to figure out what TK meant.

But, TK had confessed, as much as he had wanted to get away from the spotlight, he was never going to be able to give it up entirely. He still had to do something with this power he’d been given.

So Carlos knows a second truth: that The Flash isn’t really gone. 

He worries, of course he does. It’s impossible not to when your boyfriend-fiancé-husband is off doing god-knows-what – and that’s only when he’s at work. But Carlos grows used to it, stops freaking out at the minor injuries TK sometimes sustains and starts being ready with whatever TK might need, even if it is just a warm bed to climb into and a husband to hold.

But there’s something – it got lost between Iris and the wedding and his father and work and and and, but Carlos remembers – that keeps bothering him, that’s made his fear increase of late. 

He’s anxious enough anyway, given what TK’s been through just at work, but…

“Babe?” 

TK rouses from his position on his lap, blinking sleepily up at Carlos. He’d got off shift a couple of hours prior and they’d not long had dinner; TK tends to go out like a light pretty quickly after being fed. Carlos feels bad for disturbing him now, but he has to know.

“What did you mean, three comas?”

TK’s brow scrunches up adorably in confusion. “Huh?”

“When Iris was here,” he clarifies. “You said you’d been in three comas, but only two since you came to Austin. I know about those two, but you’ve never told me about the third. Or…first, I guess.”

“Oh.” TK pats at Carlos’s arm to be let up, and once he’s sitting, he throws Carlos a wry grin. “I thought I’d gotten away with that one. Nice recall, Detective.”

“Still not a detective,” Carlos corrects mildly, but – not the point. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, TK. I guess… I worry about you when you’re out there. On the job you have people to back you up and you still got hurt enough to end up in a coma. Twice. You don’t have that the other times. I just want to know that you’re safe.”

TK smiles and leans in to kiss his cheeks. “You’re sweet,” he says. “And you already know I save the most dangerous stuff for work. But if you’re asking if the first coma was anything to do with The Flash…” He trails off and waits. Carlos nods, biting his lip. “Then yes.”

A trembling sigh leaves Carlos, but he doesn’t have time to ask further before TK speaks again.

“And no.”

Carlos sends TK a look his husband smiles, though it’s not quite as bright as usual. There’s something sad in it, something that speaks to a thousand memories, and he turns his gaze to his hand. Carlos follows it, and has to swallow a surprised sound when he spots a thin line of electricity crackle between TK’s fingers. 

He knows exactly how TK carries that electricity with him everyday, felt it the first time they’d touched in the honky tonk. He thought he’d been imagining it at the time, but… Well.

“Do you remember when I told you who I am?”

Carlos nods. “Sure.”

(Just a couple months into their relationship, it was one of their worst fights to date. It almost broke them; probably would have if TK hadn’t shown up on his doorstep hours later, vibrating with nerves until he seemed blurred around the edges – which, Carlos realised later, he was.

TK sat him down, remaining standing himself, and told him this: that, fresh out of rehab, he’d been struck by lightning; that it had given him superhuman powers; that he was the fastest man alive, the man the whole world knew as The Flash.

That his ex-boyfriend had never known the truth, that it had been one of the reasons they fell apart so spectacularly, that he didn’t want the same thing to happen to them but he would understand – really, he would – if Carlos wanted to walk away.

Staying had been one of the easiest decisions Carlos had ever made, second only to being with TK in the first place.)

“I didn’t… I’ve never told you how I became…this. I didn’t mean to hide it from you – honestly, I don’t remember most of it – but I guess I just thought it didn’t really matter. It happened and I just have to live with it.”

TK looks at him and Carlos nods encouragingly.

“Okay then.”

*

TK had never seen a storm like it. Some billionaire’s science experiment had gone wrong and now the city was having to clean up their mess on top of all the usual calls, and apparently their mess included torrential weather.

So now TK was climbing up the ladder of the truck to an apartment on the eleventh floor where an electrical surge had electrocuted one of the inhabitants. TK loved his job, but at the moment he would rather be anywhere else than out in the freezing cold. It didn’t help that his immune system was still shot and probably would be for the foreseeable.

He reached the top of the ladder and lifted his gloved hand to wipe rainwater out of his eye, useless though the action was. The sky continued thundering above him, lightning flashing every now and then, and the very air felt charged. TK went to grab his radio, managed to press the button and opened his mouth, then–

Nothing.

*

“It wasn’t a normal bolt of lightning,” TK continues. “If it had been, none of this would have happened. I was in cardiac arrest for a long time, then I fell into a coma for eight months. My heart stopped multiple times, I was having seizures, there were…things going on inside me that the doctors couldn’t explain.

“I was a mystery to them. My dad told me after I woke up that one of them had wanted to do a scientific study on me; he shut that one down pretty quick. Nothing the doctors did worked and my parents were getting desperate. So when the guy who built that reactor showed up and told them he could save me, it was kind of a no brainer.

“I don’t know what they did to me, but I eventually woke up and I stayed at his lab for a while, long enough to recover and figure out how to use these powers. They tried to stop me from leaving but I couldn’t… I hated that place. After that…well, you pretty much know the rest.”

TK falls silent and Carlos doesn’t know what to say. The story hasn’t changed anything, has neither alleviated his fears nor worsened them, but at least he knows now, he supposes.

(at least he has one more thing to add to his nightmares)

He doesn’t say anything in the end. He simply draws TK closer, and swears to protect him as best he can.

[collapsedsquid]

One obvious question is: If you are “another, healthy bank” working through this weekend to buy SVB and assume its deposits, how much would you pay for the assets, which were worth $212 billion in December? [8] I am pretty sure the answer is higher than $8 billion, the amount of insured deposits: The FDIC will not be on the hook for the insured deposits. The $15 billion of FHLB advances are also quite senior and will presumably be no problem to pay back.

I would also guess — not investing or banking advice! — that the answer will also turn out to be higher than $188 billion, which is the total amount of deposits plus FHLB advances. I say this not because I have done a detailed analysis of SVB’s assets but because it seems bad for the FDIC to wind up a big high-profile bank in a way that causes significant losses for depositors, including uninsured depositors. There was a run on SVB in part because there hasn’t been a big bank run in a while, and people — venture capitalists, startups — were naturally worried that they might lose their deposits if their bank failed. Then the bank failed.

If it turns out to be true that they lose their deposits, there could be more bank runs: Lots of businesses keep uninsured deposits at lots of banks, and if the moral of SVB is “your uninsured transaction-banking deposits can vanish overnight” then those businesses will do a lot more credit analysis, move their money out of weaker banks, and put it at, like, JPMorgan. This could be self-fulfillingly bad for a lot of weaker banks. My assumption is that the FDIC, the Federal Reserve, and the banks who are looking at buying SVB all really don’t want that. If you are a bank looking at buying SVB, and you do a detailed analysis of its assets and conclude that they are worth $180 billion, and you come to the FDIC and say “I will take over this bank and pay the uninsured depositors 95 cents on the dollar,” the FDIC is going to look at you and say “don’t you mean 100 cents on the dollar,” and you are going to say “oh right yes of course, silly me, 100 cents on the dollar.”

Love that private banks exist with this pretense that they compete in and are disciplined by the free market.