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[flofaiiry]

how jack abbot shows love

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ told through the five love languages ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

warnings: written somewhat informally (some uses of “i think that…” etc), fem!reader, sort of implied but not specified age gap, in the physical touch section there's oral f!receiving & other sort of smutty details also praise (good girl etc) and a hint of oral m!receiving in the words of affirmation i couldn't help myself, everything else is just fluff!!!

wc: 2.2k

note: wanted to write some cute fluff to try and get outta this mini slump bcs i have been hitting a WALL when trying to write smut lately. i'm not sure if this has been done before but i thought it was a cute idea!!! dividers are by @ diviniyae !! also sorry if some of these are shorter than others :(( send me an ask if there's anything u want me to elaborate on & i'll try my best !!!

♡ acts of service

if you work together jack always comes down from the coffee shop in the cafeteria with two cups in hand. he memorized your order after the first time he heard you say it so he likes to make sure you've always got one at the start of the shift.

jack knows how much you love to cook but hate cleaning afterwards, so he'll slip into the kitchen while you're working & wash the dishes you've used. you always say something along the lines of, "it's okay, i can do it after," but he just shakes his head and says it's only fair that if you cook he does the cleaning.

he fixes things around the house, buys more of the moisturizer you use when he notices you're running low, replaces things you've lost etc etc. what's most important to note is that he never draws attention to the fact that he's done these things. he knows you'll notice, and doesn't feel the need to make it about him and make it seem like he wants something in return.

has breakfast started and coffee in the pot before you wake up & sometimes even brings it to you in bed if he's feeling extra fancy. if you're sick you don't even have to say the word, he's taken everything off your plate and will be there for you however you need him.

"i don't think i can go to work today," you say, voice weak and exhausted. jack has to bite back a smile at how extremely congested you sound. he strokes a hand over your hair, "i know baby. i already called your work 'n told them you wouldn't be coming today." you look at him with a little bit of disbelief in your eyes, "i can't believe they were okay with that." he shrugs, "they weren't. not at first. told them it was doctor's orders, just didn't specify the doctor was your boyfriend." you smile and shake your head a little bit, "i can't believe you." he just leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, "go back to sleep."

he remembers what songs & artists you like and has added them to his playlists so that they come on when he's driving. he loves the look on your face when you recognize the song after a single beat & are amazed at how he knows it's your favourite.

jack has no problem taking on a little extra if he can see that you're worn out or just extra tired lately, if he can take something off your plate & make the day easier for you then he does it, no questions asked- he knows you'd do the same for him if he needed.

♡︎ gift giving

jack is the epitome of a "this reminded me of you so i got it," boyfriend.

out getting groceries and sees a bouquet of flowers that are exactly the same shade as the colour you chose for your nails? they're coming home with him. new local vendor in the lobby at the hospital & they've got all kinds of trinkets he knows you'd love? he's taking out his wallet.

he sees you scrolling on pinterest or tiktok before bed, he notices the videos and images you linger a little longer on & save for later. if there's something you've been eyeing but hesitating on buying- a box shaped suspiciously like that item appears on the kitchen table a few days later.

you make a joke once and call him your sugar daddy or something, he just shrugs and tells you if it makes you happy then he wants you to have it. he doesn't necessarily buy you things to "spoil you," you can afford to buy the things he gets you for yourself, but you often hesitate to spend money on yourself. jack notices, and he hates that you think you aren't deserving of that sort of thing so he takes it upon himself to show you that you are.

and circling back to the bouquet thing- he 100% makes sure you have fresh flowers on the table all the time. it doesn't matter if you've been together for 3 weeks or 3 years, this man will bring you flowers before a date.

if there's something you collect, whatever it may be - cds, vinyls, charms - literally anything, if he's out somewhere and sees them or a specific one you've been looking for he gets it.

"didn't take you as a charm bracelet kinda guy," robby teases coming up beside jack and looking over his shoulder. jack just shakes his head, eyes scanning through the vendor's display, "it's not for me." robby smiles, "ah," he mouths, "for the lady?" jack nods, "she's got a whole box full 'a these things, but somehow no butterflies," his eyes stop on one charm, he picks it up slowly, before showing it to robby, "so i'm getting her the butterfly."

jack never forgets things like your birthday or anniversary. he doesn't need to have them marked down on a calendar or in his phone, he just remembers. for these bigger moments, the gift he gets you is obviously more significant. not to be cliche, but one of his favourite gifts to give you for the occasion is jewelry. probably half of your collection is stuff he's gifted you over the course of your relationship.

he remembers if you're a silver or gold girlie, if you've mentioned liking studs or dangly earrings more, if you like dainty chains on necklaces or more chunky ones. he remembers all of it. so when he goes to the store he tells the associate all this, who then brings out a few pieces they think emulate that the best. he loves the idea of you thinking about him whenever you decide what to put on in the morning, or that when people ask where something's from you'll say, "my boyfriend got it for me."

♡ physical touch

jack loves! to! be! touching! you!!!!! he's constantly got his fingers laced through yours when you're walking together or just near each other. when he's driving, he's got a hand on your thigh. he definitely does the hand on the lower back thing whenever he's guiding you somewhere or you're in a crowded place. he just always wants you to know he's there.

he can tell when you've had a long day at work & will wordlessly come over to you and just let you bury your head in his chest, running his hands up and down your back soothingly and kissing the top of your head. he lets you cry if you need to cry, not saying anything until you're ready & just holding you in the meantime.

he loves loves LOVES when you lie down on the couch with your head in his lap so he can run his fingers through your hair. he finds it so calming & grounding & cute that you fall asleep almost every time he does it.

jack kisses you like the answers to all the worlds problems can be found on your lips. he's more than happy to kiss you all night long and never escalate it into anything more. it's not uncommon for you to just lie side by side in bed, lips moving in perfect tandem, legs all tangled up and hands all over each other.

in bed, jack is a very giving lover. sure, he likes sex, who doesn't, but nothing gets him off more than seeing you feel good and knowing he's the one making you feel that way. his favourite place to be is with his head buried between your legs, fingers working you through your nth orgasm of the night with your hands tugging at his hair because it just feels too good.

all you can see is jack's salt and pepper curls peeking out from between your thighs. he’s already make you cum once but that’s not enough for him. his tongue’s licking diligent strokes up your slit, two fingers curling inside you to hit just the right spot that makes your hips buck into his mouth and your back arch off of the bed. he brings his free hand to your hip, keeping you from squirming too much as he sucks at your clit. the noises you make only encourage him, and you swear every time you moan his name you feel him smile against your cunt.

♡ words of affirmation

phrases along the lines of: "good job" & "i'm proud of you" & "i love you" & "you're so beautiful," fall from jack's lips like they're the easiest things in the world to say. he obviously truly means them but he takes extra care to vocalize it to you because he sees the way you light up when he does.

he’s a big texter for sure, since a lot of the time when he’s at work he doesn’t have time for anything more than a quick check on his phone. before you move in together he texts you good morning & good night every day & asks you if you got home safe. messages you throughout the day if he's not with you to ask how you're doing or ask you if you’ve eaten anything or even just to tell you that he’s thinking about you.

to get a teeny bit nsfw, jack definitely has a huge thing for praise. loooves to call you a good girl, tell you how pretty you are, how good you taste, how well you take everything he gives you etc. he’s very vocal esp when you’re giving him head, telling you how good you feel and how you’re doing such a good job.

if he’s in a store & they’ve got a pretty card he thinks you’ll like, he’ll buy it for you just to write a little love letter in it or something.

jack walks in through the door with a few bags of groceries in one hand and a little pink envelope in the other. he sets down the bags in the kitchen before going over to you to hand you the letter. you take it, a little confused, you genuinely wonder if you’ve forgotten about your birthday. when you open it, it’s a beautiful, fancy hallmark card. inside, a few paragraphs written with whatever pen he found lying around in the car. he watches you read it with a little smile on his face, seeing how it almost brings a tear to your eye when you read it- just sentence after sentence about how much he loves you and how you make every day better by just being in his life and how lucky he feels to have found you.

i’m not sure if this falls under words of affirmation but he definitely loves pet names & nicknames and stuff like that. terms like baby, sweetheart, baby, honey, my love, all of it. even if it’s just a nickname for your first name, he likes to have that sort of special connection with you.

♡ quality time

if he’s not at work or sleeping off a night shift jack is with you.

he loves to take you on dates, whether they’re just simple dinner and a movie’s or more elaborate day trips somewhere or walking around downtown all day. his favourite kinds of dates are the ones where you get to talk- so admittedly movies aren’t his preference. he loooves talking to you, hearing what you have to say, bantering back and forth on a hot topic, and just the sound of your voice in general.

but you’re both busy people, and often don’t have the time or energy to be going out all the time, which is fine because jack is more than happy to just spend a lazy night in with you. maybe you order takeout or maybe you cook something together, as long as he’s with you he doesn’t care.

sometimes though when one or both of you are just absolutely drained, he likes to just do nothing with you. scrolling on your phones with your feet in his lap, wordlessly watching the news side by side. when words are too much effort, he’s more than happy to just be next to you.

jack gives me big reader vibes. one day he takes you to a cute little indie bookstore where you each pick out a book to spend the rest of the day curled up in bed together reading.

he also loves to travel, so you two definitely go on trips whenever your schedules line up. he loves planning itineraries but always works in days for you to just lounge around the hotel or by the pool.

“what’s this?” you ask, nodding at the plane tickets stuck on the fridge. jack looks over at you, “i noticed that we have a week off at the same time next month so i thought we’d go somewhere.” you take the tickets from under the magnet, reading them over. “bahamas!?” you say excitedly once you spot the destination. he nods walking over to you, “needa get out of this depressing pittsburgh winter. spend some time by the beach, drink in hand, getting tanned and attacked by seagulls.” you laugh, and pull him into a hug, “thank you baby,” he smiles into your shoulder, “of course, we need this. been workin’ our asses off lately,” he pulls away to press a kiss to your cheek, the leans in right next to your ear, “plus i really like the way you look in a bikini, so that’s a bonus.”

send an ask if you want me to write one of these for any other characters!!! (robby, pope, etc!!!) or if u want me to elaborate on any points :P

[deadpanjisung]

❦for life❦ | in life pt. 2

part one: ❦ in life ❦ pairing: lee know x afab!reader; i.n x afab!reader, suggestive i.n x lee know MDNI!!!!!  genre: angst, smut, fluff wc: 5.9k cw: use of y/n, swearing, mentions of sadness, anxiety, mental health issues, unconventional relationship dynamics smut cw: threesome, breast play, masturbation (female & male), unprotected sex, missionary sex, prone bone, teasing, multiple cre4mpies, breeding kink if you squint (sorry if i missed any) feedback is encouraged ◡̈ i hope you enjoy♡ -˚₊‧꒰ა ginny ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・ Copyright Ⓒ 2025 by deadpanjisung All rights reserved. ☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・

“Y/N-nnie?” Jeongin sought your attention. You had been lounging on your living room couch, watching Jeongin play a game on his console. 

You had been splitting your time between Minho and Jeongin almost evenly since the incident. The incident that made you see relationships with a whole new perspective. When it came to relationships, you were anything but conventional; still, it was out of your ‘norm’ to be romantically involved with two people, let alone, two members of the same group. Your boyfriend, now using his title, and one of his closest friends. 

You knew that Minho was the love of your life; you had no doubt about that. That was precisely why you were so conflicted when you started feeling differently around —and towards Jeongin. The conversation with Minho had been postponed until Jeongin felt comfortable enough to have it. So, you usually spent time with them separately, with Minho’s previous consent; because your relationship with Minho was already established, unlike you and Jeongin. 

The rest of the members weren’t aware of your current arrangement— at least not to your knowledge. You opted to keep it private until things cleared up amongst the three of you. You and Hyunjin had agreed that you wouldn’t have sex again; still, your relationship was never amorous, just sex and friendship. In order to hang out with Jeongin in the privacy of your apartment or their dorm, you had to create an elaborate scheme. 

“Yes, Innie?” You asked, snapping out of your thoughts. 

“We’re leaving for two months in less than a week.” He reminded you. You rolled your eyes. 

“Why would you say that?” You whined, kicking your legs on the couch. “I’m depressed enough already.”

“No. I’m just saying… maybe we should have the talk.” He clarified. “Minho hyung and I will be alone at some point, and I think we’ll feel compelled to talk about it anyways.  I’d rather have you here too.” You nodded.

“Want me to call him up?” You asked, Jeongin shook his head.

“No, this is my day.” He said, wrapping his arm around you, making you lean back into his chest.

“Well, too bad. I’m here now.” Minho announced as he barged in the door. “I got bored and then, I thought hey, I have a whole girlfriend in her apartment hanging out with this random boy. I should go over there. So, I came here.” He sat on the other side of your couch and leaned into you so he could kiss your lips.

“How long have you been spying on us?” You questioned him. “I don’t think I like this new habit of yours.”

“Long enough.” He said, a slight blush creeping into his ears. “I missed you. I didn’t miss you, though.” He looked at Jeongin during the latter statement. 

“This was supposed to be my day, hyung.” Jeongin snapped at him. “You can hang out with Y/N any day, no questions asked.” Jeongin pouted. 

“Look, Jeonginnie. I love you and I love Y/N. But she’s also kind of my girlfriend and I want to be with her before we leave.” Minho deadpanned. “So, yeah, you’re stuck with me today. I do think we should have the conversation, by the way.” He winked at Jeongin. 

“So, can I order some bulgogi pizza or something?” You asked. 

“I’m on a diet.” Minho and Jeongin said simultaneously. You rolled your eyes.

“I get it, but c’mon, we’re going to have a, possibly, traumatizing conversation. We need the comfort food.” You negotiated. 

“Fine.” Jeongin caved in. You looked at Minho and he nodded, rolling his eyes but took out his phone and left the room to order the food. Minho returned a few minutes later.

“The pizza will be here in twenty minutes.” Minho announced and he sat back down next to you, placing your legs on top of his lap. “So, you want to do this now… or?”

“Sure, let’s get it over with.” You replied. 

“I want to be with you.” You broke the ice, looking at Minho. “With you too.” You turned to Jeongin. “But I also want you two to be able to be in the same room with me and not crash out.”

“You’re my girlfriend, though.” Minho grinned, proudly. Jeongin glared at him.

“This is exactly what I mean. Thanks, Min.” You pointed out, Minho’s smug smile faded. “I like both of you, that’s pretty evident. I don’t need you two to be in love or anything, but I do want to hang out with of you at the same time. Instead of feeling like a child of an ugly divorce with joint custody.” 

“Noona, don’t call yourself a child of divorce, please.” Jeongin said, visibly bothered at the thought of him and Minho being your parents in this scenario.

“Why don’t we try it out, Jeonginnie?” Minho inquired, staring straight at Jeongin in a defiance.

“I’m not giving you that satisfaction, hyung.” Jeongin said with a grin on his face. “We’re doing this peacefully, like noona wants.”

“Thanks, Innie.” 

“Kiss ass.” Minho muttered under his breath.

“Min, c’mon.” You interrupted. “I do think we could try it out, though.” You looked at Jeongin, who was fiddling with his ring. “If you feel comfortable with it, of course.” His eyes bore into yours. 

“Anything for you, Y/N-nnie.” Jeongin said. “I’m willing to try it out.”

“Anything for Y/N?” Minho asked.

“Anything.” Jeongin reassured, looking at Minho in the same defiance that Minho assumed.

“Would you kiss me if Y/N-nnie wanted?” Minho tested the waters.

“I know Y/N-nnie wouldn’t make me do anything that I don’t want to do.” Jeongin argued.

“Good boy.” Minho added. “Would you watch me and Y/N-nnie?” Jeongin blushed furiously at the mention of watching you and Minho again. You looked over at him and took his hand.

“Min, stop teas-“

“Yeah, I would.” Jeongin interrupted. “Would you watch me and Y/N-nnie?”

“Gladly.” Minho replied without hesitation. “I’d even join you, if you want.” Jeongin scoffed at Minho’s flirting.

“You wouldn’t.” Jeongin argued.

“Want to bet?” Minho asked, leaning over you, closer to Jeongin.

“Min…” You warned as you pushed his chest back into his place.

“What? You don’t want him to know that you want us both at the same time?” Minho asked you. Jeongin’s eyes widened, and he tightened his grip on your hand. You sighed.

“Minho, please.” 

“You’re being dishonest with him, Y/N.” Minho riled you up. 

“Is that true, Y/N?” Jeongin asked, in a hushed voice. You sighed again.

“Only if you want to.” You said, glaring at Minho who sat there smirking. 

“I’d be open to trying things out.” Jeongin said. Minho scoffed but his eyes betrayed him in his surprise. You didn’t expect that reaction either, especially coming from Jeongin. “Yeah, why not? Once won’t hurt.” He smirked at Minho.

“Great!” Minho said, as he clapped his hands. “After it happens, if it happens. We can actually  work things out, then.” He stood up, leaving you and Jeongin lounging in the couch. 

You didn’t give out an immediate reaction to that statement, still angry at Minho for his insistence. Jeongin didn’t react either, but you could feel his heart beating faster as you laid across his chest. Minho didn’t leave, neither did Jeongin. You both ate in silence when the pizza arrived, watched a few episodes of the current anime you were watching and went to sleep. Minho took your guest bedroom, respecting your and Jeongin’s day, only because you couldn’t all comfortably fit in your bed. You and Jeongin were too tense to do anything; you just cuddled, basking in each other’s warmth. 

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Minho and Jeongin spent their last week in Korea rehearsing and attempting to keep up with their ever-so-busy schedules. You engulfed yourself in your work, late night recording sessions helped you cope with the inevitable separation. Minho and Jeongin slept in your apartment that last night. They kept their distance from each other, yet they stayed attached to you. That night, they peppered you with kisses and reassuring words as you softly sobbed against your satin pillow. 

They left early in the morning; you kissed both of them goodbye. You weren’t a stranger to being apart from Minho, powering through the never-ending tours and other schedules. Despite that, you felt more anxious when they left; your heart beat fast, you couldn’t stop crying. It’s only two months. 

Insecure thoughts plagued your mind, out of your control. You returned to being the person that you once were. The person that turned down the love of her life because she didn’t think she was worthy of love. You distanced yourself from them without noticing. You spent your days and nights in your shabby recording studio, working on a million projects at a time —none of them were worthy of a concept. You either barely slept or slept through days at a time. 

A month passed and you’d gotten used to this new pace. You promised both Jeongin and Minho that you were keeping up with your self-care; when in reality, you did everything but. Your fingers mindlessly tapped to the rhythm of Gaon’s guitar, Gunil sat next to you and offered his expert opinion. 

You were surprised to receive an email from J.Y.P himself, granting you three vacation days for next week. You started frantically typing an email to let him know that you hadn’t asked for time off. A call from Minho cut you off, you answered him.

“Hi jagi. We were going to surprise you, but I guess pd-nim kind of spoiled it for us, huh?” His voice rang from the phone. “I know you’ve seen Stray Kids a bunch of times already, but we missed you so much. We asked pd-nim if you could come to one of our shows.”

“And he agreed?” You asked.

“I expected a thanks, Min. I miss you too and I’m so happy we get to see each other.” 

“Thanks, Min. I miss you too and I’m so happy we get to see each other again.” You echoed. “You just caught me by surprise, that’s all. I really appreciate the gesture.”

“I know you, Y/N, more than you think. Even J.Y.P said you were working yourself too hard.” He added. “You leave next Thursday night, the concert’s on Friday and we can spend Saturday and Sunday having sex. It’s a win-win.” Minho teased, you chuckled.

“I missed that…you.” You said. “Who’s going to take care of Meadow, though?”

“Who do you think I am?” Minho scoffed. “I already spoke with Jihyo.” You chuckled.

“I am impressed with your planning skills.” You said, shifting your attention towards Gunil and Gaon, who were impatiently waiting for you. “Thank you, a lot, Min. I think I really need this. But I’m recording Gaon now, I should go. Love you.”

“I love you too, jagi. Don’t overwork yourself.” Minho said before you hung up. 

You checked your phone once more to see a message from a petty Jeongin who wanted to share the news with you before Minho did, and your plane tickets. 

You felt guilty for your half-assed songs, seeking assistance from other producers and lyricists as well. Knowing that you were seeing Minho and Jeongin sooner than expected made your head feel clearer. It motivated you to focus on the details instead of mass-producing your labor. You, with assistance, were able to save some tracks and pitch an idea for a concept. Nonetheless, you were disappointed at how codependent you had become to Minho and Jeongin’s presence, even with their tight schedule. 

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The trip to Japan was relatively pleasant, mostly because it was already familiar to you. You enjoyed visiting the quiet streets of Kurashiki with Minho when you had time off. Or the loud Tokyo nightlife, in rarer occasions. The taxi dropped you off at your hotel and you met with one of Minho’s security guards, in order to get the key to your room. 

The hotel room was cozy, familiar; like you had already been there before. The soft beige and brown interior were everything you needed at the moment. The king-sized bed was more than comfortable to your exhausted body. It made you feel peace. The same kind of peace of mind you had been longing for nearly two months. 

You were startled by your phone ringing next to you, discarded inside your purse. Jeongin.

“Hey, Innie.” You answered casually.

“Hi baby. How was your flight?” He asked.

“Baby and everything?” You teased. Jeongin was so silent that you could nearly see him blushing on the other side. 

“Yes, baby. I can’t wait to see you.” He reaffirmed. “I’ve missed you like crazy.” 

“I’ve missed you more than I’d like to admit…” You said. “I need one of your stiff and apprehensive cuddle sessions asap.” Jeongin chuckled.

“I’d like nothing more than to hug and kiss you right now.” He added. Suddenly, some commotion was audible from Jeongin’s side. “Ah. It seems that I’ve been discovered. I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, love.” 

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Your heart felt warm whilst listening to Jeongin’s voice, his laugh; despite talking to him on the daily, it had been a while since you heard him laugh. You felt a sudden heat in between your legs. You’d be more than happy to just cuddle with them at night. But getting off hasn’t been the same without them either. 

You shook your sinful thoughts away for the time being and focused on self-care. Minho and Jeongin had left you a basket full of skincare and assortments of body-creams, bath bombs and exfoliants as they knew that you loved to unwind like that. You ran yourself a bath, with no rush whatsoever. You wanted to enjoy the moment and give yourself time to feel the warm water, to smell the rosemary-mint bath bomb, to appreciate the unfamiliar silence… 

Until it was time for the concert. You dressed as comfortably as you could, ready to scream your heart out for your favorite group in the world, composed of two of your favorite people in the entire universe. One of the boys��� designated chauffeurs picked you up at your hotel and drove you to the packed venue. You received a text from Minho, as you pulled up to the venue.

Min: I want to hear you scream tonight. love you. 

Y/N: I promise you will. ilysm. 

And you kept your promise. You screamed until your lungs almost gave out, you sang every song, and you even shed a tear or two. Seeing them perform made it all worth it, you knew all of the sacrifices that they made were necessary to achieve their dreams. You also knew that you loved them too much to get in between of their dreams… You needed to learn to manage your feelings of loneliness by yourself.  

You quietly left the venue, escorted by the same chauffeur, who made sure that you arrived at the hotel as soon as you could. But you knew that they were already there, and they’d been waiting for you as longingly as you were waiting for them.

You stepped into the busy hotel and went straight to the elevator, paying no attention to your surroundings. Your fingers trembled as they pushed the button to the floor you were staying in. Then, your hands trembled as they opened the door to your shared room.

Minho and Jeongin were sitting on the bed with bath robes on, their heads turned away from the television to look at you. Your eyes welled up with tears, joyful and sorrowful ones alike. You sprinted as fast as your feet took you and straddled both Minho and Jeongin in a joint hug.

“My baby…” Minho whispered as he stroked your hair, tightening the hug; making you sink deeper into their chests. “I felt the difference in the crowd, y’know?” You looked up to him. “I think Jeonginnie agrees. I felt you there with us.” You looked over at Jeongin who was holding back tears of his own.

“I swear that I could even hear you at one point.” Jeongin agreed, leaning down to kiss your lips so gently that you barely even felt his lips if it wasn’t for the electricity between you. 

“I did scream for you once when everyone was quiet.” You admitted, a slight blush creeping onto your face. “Maybe you did hear that.” Jeongin chuckled.

“How are you, baby?” He asked, Minho nodded. 

“I’m fine, it’s whatever. How are you two?” You asked. “You guys must be exhausted!”

“Are you kidding me? Just seeing you makes me more energetic than ever.” Jeongin countered. 

“It has been tiring.” Minho differed, “but we do intend to spend the best weekend with you.” 

“I would hope so! I did come all this way to see you two.” You teased them. “I missed you more than I’d like to admit.”

“It hasn’t been easy for me either…” Minho empathized. “And this stupid kid spends most of his day watching and rewatching your stories on instagram.” Jeongin blushed furiously. 

“N-No, uh, h-hyung, what the hell?” Jeongin stuttered. “You’re no better! You just sulk around me because nobody understands you better!”

“Ah, I see you’re getting along well, then.” You chuckled. 

“I think we’ve made progress.” Minho agreed. Jeongin scoffed in response. 

“How did you even manage to both be here, by the way?” You asked. 

“Well… we’ve kind of been roommates for the whole tour…” Jeongin admitted. “You know, so it wasn’t that weird when you came over.”

“So, you planned this a while ago, huh?”

“I think we were both sure that you’d come visit us at some moment.” Minho added. “The others were a bit confused, though. But who cares?” He wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed you. “I don’t give a fuck if anyone knows about us, as long as I can do this whenever I want.” You kissed him back, passionately, more so than you intended. Jeongin cleared his throat. You looked over at him and extended your arm to him, he cuddled closer to your side.

“Jealous?” Minho teased Jeongin, as he tightened his grip on your waist. Jeongin kissed your neck, softly and subtly; making you shiver at his lips against you. “Ah! Jeonginnie, don’t you know? Your hyung gets the first round.” Jeongin deadpanned.

“As if!” He scoffed. “I’ve been waiting for this as long as you have.” You stared at them blankly, wanting to see how they compromised with each other. Still, you were ready to intervene if they got too heated. 

“Do you think I care about that?” Minho teased with a smirk on his face. Flirting. Minho was actually, genuinely flirting with Jeongin. “You know what? Let’s leave this to Y/N, then.” They turned to you again, gaining your visibility once more. “Who do you want first?”

The question caught you off-guard. You hadn’t expected to be asked that; and, in all honesty, you had never even given a thought to who would go first or second or last. 

“You don’t have to answer that.” Jeongin interrupted your thoughts. “It’s unfair that you’re always putting her on the spot.” 

“She’s the one who decided that I wasn’t enough for her. She’s so greedy that she needs to be fucking the whole group, right?” Minho said, Jeongin looked visibly bothered by his comment. It dwelled on you that he had never seen or heard your and Minho’s more intimate dynamic. Your hand found Jeongin’s and squeezed it.

“It’s okay.” You whispered to Jeongin. “I like it like this —the three of us— if that makes me greedy, so what?” He looked taken aback, his nose scrunched as his eyes scanned your expression; you smirked in response. You could almost see the gears turning in his head, leading him to smirk at you and then, at Minho in return. 

“I think she’s okay with the two of us for now.” Jeongin said, looking at you for approval. You hummed in amusement. 

“I think so, too, Innie.” 

“The two of us at the same time?” Minho suggested, challenging Jeongin.

“Yeah.”

“Good,” Minho agreed, “let’s show Y/N who she really belongs to.” Minho’s eyes never diverted from yours, not even to entertain Jeongin’s. “Y/N without threesomes with Hyunjin or cuddles that last too long with Felix…”

“Or flirting with Jisung hyung..” Jeongin added, visibly growing more comfortable with the situation in front of him. “Or late nights at the studio with Changbin hyung…”

“I think I get it.” You interrupted, growing frustrated at their banter. “I don’t mean any of that. I like you —both of you.” 

“I don’t think liking us cuts it anymore.” Minho said, “I think you should love us.” 

Heat creeped onto your cheeks at Minho’s mention of love. You weren’t a stranger to telling Minho that you loved him. You had never told Jeongin that you loved him, even if you were sure that you did, even if you tried to show him without saying it. You loved him as a friend and you were growing to love him as a partner as well, but you weren’t quite sure if it was too early. 

You looked at Jeongin’s own blushing profile, he gulped at your expression and squeezed your waist in reassurance. Minho snickered. 

“You two are too cute.” Minho gushed. “Puppy love is adorable.” Jeongin rolled his eyes at Minho. 

“Is this going to take all weekend?” You asked, sardonically. 

“Impatient, huh?”

“Well, if Minho hyung isn’t done with his thing…I’ll go first.” Jeongin spoke up. You were surprised at his volunteering; but you also knew that Minho was just riling you both up. He wanted to see who snapped first; not him, of course. Minho could do this all night. 

Jeongin’s slender fingers reached up to cup your face, making you face him once again. You looked deep into his eyes (that grew narrower and narrower with his smile). Jeongin pressed his lips onto yours, more passionate than before. Your own lips welcomed him with eagerness; the feeling of his tongue intertwining with yours enticed the wetness between your legs. 

You shifted to straddle Jeongin’s lap, instantly feeling his hard bulge beneath your clothed core. His hands flew from your waist to the hem of your t-shirt, dragging it upwards. You raised your arms, inevitably breaking the kiss as he took off your top. You looked at Minho who sat on the furthest corner of the cool hotel bed. His hand was shamelessly palming his prominent bulge, lips slightly parted. The sight in itself made you want to moan. 

“M-Min…” You started. He shushed you. 

“I know, baby. Jeonginnie’s taking good care of you, huh?” Minho panted. You nodded in frantic agreement as Jeongin’s hands worked on the clasp of your bra and his lips gently bit into the tender flesh of your neck. You couldn’t suppress your moans anymore; letting out a guttural moan, you saw how Minho’s demeanor completely changed. Jeongin’s lips dragged themselves to your sensitive breasts, popping a nipple into the wetness of his mouth. 

You watched how Minho’s hand slipped beneath his underwear, making his glorious cock spring free from its confines. Your mouth watered upon the sight of his small hand dragging itself through his shaft; slowly and teasingly while Jeongin worked his own magic on your breasts. 

“F-fuck. I missed this so much.” Jeongin groaned as he removed his lips from your swollen bud. “You should come on tour with us… and we can take c-care of you… all the time.” Listening to Jeongin whine such words made your heart swell, even if they were pussydrunk statements that he didn’t mean. 

“A-Ah. I need you to touch me, Innie.” You moaned in response, listening to Minho’s faint grunts in the distance. You started dragging yourself on Jeongin’s lap, desperate to feel friction where you needed it most.

“Y-you should’ve told me, baby.” Jeongin moaned, detaching himself from your breast where purple bruises were already starting to form. 

You lifted yourself off of Jeongin’s lap and shimmied out of your thin skirt. Jeongin’s hands grabbed at your hips, hooking two fingers into your panties, carefully dragging them down your legs. You nearly shivered when you felt the air conditioning hit your wet core. 

“You’re so fucking wet, baby.” Minho interrupted, his eyes shimmered as they stared at your cunt. “I need to taste you.” His already naked body neared yours, Jeongin watched Minho with weary eyes. 

“It’s my turn, hyung.” Jeongin reminded him, a warning of sorts. But you knew he wouldn’t do anything. 

“Now you mind?” Minho questioned. “You didn’t mind me joining when we masturbated to that video last week… or the week before that.” What the fuck? That did catch you off-guard. Jeongin and Minho jerking off together? You couldn’t believe it. Jeongin scoffed.

“Is that true, Innie?” You asked, batting your lashes at him. Jeongin hesitantly nodded.

“You sent us that video and… fuck… it made both of us so hard….” Jeongin admitted. “We watched it like ten times that night…” 

You imagined how it went, Minho and Jeongin so desperate, so needy that they couldn’t even leave the room to take care of themselves. Jeongin shamefully giving into his arousal; Minho shamelessly teasing him. It nearly made your mouth water.

“That’s so hot.” You said, still in disbelief of the sight before you. Minho and Jeongin, now both naked in front of you, hard as a rock, cocks leaking for you. “I’m so sad that I missed it… why don’t you show me how it went?” Minho shot a smug smile at you, whilst Jeongin widened his eyes. You sat back, using your own fingers to tease your entrance, the feeling of your arousal surprised even you. 

Minho broke the ice, of course, he wrapped his hand around his cock once more, hissing at the familiar feeling of it; his eyes were closed. You took in the sight, admiring his face, the way his lashes fell on his cheeks, his muscular arm setting a fast and sinful pace. Jeongin looked at Minho for a second, then back at you. He knew that you would never force him to no anything. With that, his own hand betrayed his resistance, moving back and forth around his shaft, fingers lightly teasing his leaking cockhead. You stared at Jeongin too, biting your lip, just like him. His pace was sloppier than Minho’s, more desperate, his grip was tighter, too.

Your own fingers worked their way on yourself, attempting to match Minho and Jeongin’s paces as best as you could; moaning at the scene that unraveled before you. You felt almost… jealous? At the fact that they could do this together whenever they wanted. You wanted to be there with them… to witness this…the special moments, the firsts. The fear of missing out engulfed your senses, your fingers moved against yourself as a form of revenge… because Minho and Jeongin couldn’t touch you at the moment. 

Minho’s movements halted abruptly, as he pressed his other hand onto Jeongin’s shoulder. 

“Why did you stop?” You asked as you continued to pump your fingers in and out of you.

“The only place I’ll come is inside of you.” Minho replied. “And Jeonginnie too.” 

“I can’t argue with that.” Jeongin added.

“If that’s what you want.” You challenged. “Who’s first, then?” Minho and Jeongin looked at each other. 

“Jeongin always goes first.” Minho replied, looking at Jeongin, while the latter gulped.

Jeongin crawled further into the bed, closer to where your body laid. You could easily feel the heat between your bodies. The lust you felt betrayed your need to appear as unbothered. He grabbed the base of his cock and inched it closer to you until his tip was nudging at your moistened entrance. He looked at you and you nodded in approval. His cock was inside you in a swift movement of his hips. 

You hissed at the unforgotten yet currently foreign feeling of his dick inside of you after the month. Jeongin visibly struggled to suppress a moan or a groan from slipping out. You reached upwards to cradle his face. He leaned down to kiss your lips with the same fervor as he did earlier. Jeongin started to move his hips, and you felt the hair on the base of his cock tease your folds; the closeness was unbelievable to you. Minho laid down next to you and pressed his lips to your neck as his hand worked on his cock in a relaxed pace. 

You let out a moan when Jeongin snapped his hips into yours at a harder intensity, feeling every vein inside of your aching core. His length disappeared inside of you like it was meant to be there. Your walls welcomed his warmth like a prophecy, and you couldn’t help but moan curses every time you felt the revelation that was sex with Jeongin; his cockhead kissing your cervix in an immeasurable amount of pleasure. Minho’s fingers dived to work on your clit, setting a offbeat pace to Jeongin’s; which, admittedly, made the experience even more arousing. The mismatched tempos made you feel warm inside — warm and fuzzy and confused and sinful—- and that feeling made you cum. Your orgasm surprised you whilst you clenched harshly around Jeongin, whose release was triggered in an instant. You felt Jeongin’s thick, hot cum fill you up so deliciously that you wanted to keep it inside of you forever. Your walls milked everything from him as he spasmed inside of you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Jeongin settled next to you, still panting from the intensity of his orgasm. 

Minho placed a pillow under you, you turned around, so your stomach laid comfortably on top of the pillow, which gave you support at the same time. You and Minho usually had sex in this position when he knew that you were already exhausted. You could already feel Jeongin’s cum leaking out of you and you clenched your legs together in order to stop it from dripping. 

“Are you ready, baby?” Jeongin asked with a smirk, you looked down to see his spent cock —a dripping mess but half-hard against his happy trail. You nodded, looking back at Minho, who was positioning his cock on your entrance. 

“Aw, Jeonginnie stretched you so well for me.” Minho remarked, prodding his cock inside of you in an agonizingly slow pace. 

Minho’s cock felt comforting inside of you, even if once upon a time, it had been intimidating to fit in you. His girth always surprised you, making you feel every inch of him in great detail. You sought out to remember him entirely, how he feels inside of you; how he groans and moans and teases you with his pace. Minho’s expert hips were angled perfectly so you could feel him in the deepest depths of your cunt but also your soul. Sex with Minho was different, it was ardent and intimate and experienced. You had done this hundreds of times with him and it still made your heartbeat like it was the first. 

“You feel otherworldly, baby.” Minho groaned into your ear as his hips kept a steady rhythm. “You make me want to come instantly. I feel like a virgin.” You chuckled lightly, not being able to register much of was he was saying; too cockdrunk to care. “I missed being inside of you. I missed fucking cum further into you… even if it’s not mine.” 

You looked at Jeongin who was smiling proudly despite of the blush on his cheeks. 

“You two look really good too.” Jeongin confessed. “You’re perfect, Y/N.”

Minho quickened his pace inside of you, clearly aroused by Jeongin’s praise. Minho’s thrusts were so powerful that both Jeongin and the room looked blurry in your eyes. You could only feel the absolute pleasure of Minho’s thrusts and Jeongin’s praise. So, you closed your eyes and took everything in.

You lowered your hand to your swollen clit and circled it gently, setting a similar rhythm to Minho’s thrusts. You felt two sets of lips kissing down your shoulders and spine. Even with your eyes closed, you could tell who Minho was and who was Jeongin. You continued rubbing your clit, chasing your impending climax. 

“F-fuck! Keep doing that, please.” You begged. 

“Don’t beg, baby or I’ll cum just now.” Minho grunted. You felt yourself clenching around him.  

“Cum, Min. Cum.” You cried. 

“I can’t.” He groaned. “Two loads of cum… might get you pregnant.” He said, in between pants, and you felt his cock twitch inside of you.

“So, what?” You said, “don’t you want to fill me up? Jeonginnie filled me up well, but I know there’s room for you.” Minho moaned against your shoulder, lightly biting it. That’s when you felt your orgasm approaching you. 

You felt yourself spasm, and you could see both white and the faint memories of you and Minho and Jeongin together as you came. Minho tried to pull out, but your moans and your clenching felt so right that he couldn’t bear to. Minho spasmed as well, filling you up to the brim with generous amounts of his cum. It felt warm and fuzzy and lovely inside of you. It made you feel complete, in a way. You were, quite literally, full of love —full of the people that you loved. 

Minho gave you one last kiss on your head and collapsed to your other side. You turned to look at Jeongin, who was panting too. You looked down to see his cock laying in a pool of his own cum on his abdomen. He kissed your lips gently. And then, you looked at Minho who was catching his breath. His chest heaved; the thatch of hair on his pubic bone was matted with a mix of all your climaxes. You smiled and turned back to Jeongin.

“I do love you.” You blurted out in an unintentional confession to his dazed form. “Shit— sorry.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” Jeongin grinned widely as he, himself confessed his love for you. “I’m glad that you love me back.”

“Me too...” You smiled at him and turned your head to look at Minho. “I love you, Min.”

“I love you most, baby.” He said and looked at Jeongin with his signature smirk. “I hope you know that we really love you.”

“And that you’re my —our favorite person in the world…” Jeongin added. “We talked about this one night, sorry. We want to make things work.”

“The three of us?” You asked, in your own dazed confusion.

“The three of us.” Minho reassured. 

You let out a sigh of relief.  

“I love you both.”

The End

☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°

 a/n: this was actually really hard to write but I knew that I had to give them a sweet ending <3 it took me like a billion years but this throuple is so dear to me 

[gallusgremlin]

i need to know, how do you approach drawing noise? i yearn for how you draw him because you make him work SO well in a 3d space

Whaaa awgg... i'm flattered... 🥹

But that’s sort’ve a tricky question… I'm not really great at giving art tips considering I'm all self-taught, but I can do the best I can to explain how I draw the Noise

I usually think of him as just a bunch of shapes stacked on top of each other. Like his eyes are circles (duh lol), his limbs are pool noodles, his torso is sort of an egg shape, the base of his mask is like an uneven cylinder, ect. I can picture what these shapes may look like in different angles decently in my head, but what usually helps me the most is starting with his eyes

The pic provided is which part I draw in what order with color coordination. It may depend 'cause sometimes I draw the knot under his chin before I start with the body, or if he's drawn from a different angle.

Tbh I don't even know how I do it entirely, my brain is like a confusing murky swamp when it comes to my own art lol

But if you want me to elaborate on anything more I'd be more than happy to explain (or at least try my best to)

[soriseerakyra]

Diamonds and Pearls

A/N: Was written for Valentines Day

His fiancée is a pretty thing. Flushed cheeks, shy smiles, and excited eyes. She’s been that way since New Year’s Eve. Eyes glinting every time she looked at him and down at her hand.

     The ring was subtle by his standards. Secretly, he thought he should get her something bigger, more elaborate, something that more adequately showed her the depths of his feelings.

     He was glad he hadn’t made that mistake; his decision curbed by the tact of his butler placing his mother’s engagement ring on his breakfast tray. The moment he saw it, he was filled with a warmth and an ache he hadn’t expected. He knew. This was the ring that he would use to ask her to spend the rest of her life with him.

     It had been the right decision. Since the proposal, she’d been floating around the manor in a daze. Every time the ring caught a glint of light just right, she would pause what she was doing, entranced by the simple diamond sitting just under her knuckle.

     A bit vainly, he thought her infatuation with the stone had come from how positively exquisite it had been. He had the stone reset, her soon-to-be initials engraved on the band, and had it resized accordingly. But then she looked at him with the same dreamy eyes that she gazed at the ring with, and his heart skipped a beat.

     He hated to admit it, but he had been nervous proposing to her. His true lifestyle is not one for the faint of heart. And while she had been eager to accept him and all of his flaws, he still had doubts that she would willingly bind herself to him. It was still surreal to him that she was as infatuated with him as he was with her. That she loved him just as deeply. But his doubts were always silent when he looked into her eyes. And recently, it had been no different; if anything, the effect that she had on him had doubled. The plain, open love for him seemed to radiate through her like sunbeams. She was almost blinding sometimes.

“You’re staring.”

     Her voice is shy, likely embarrassed that he had once again caught her staring at her ring. No matter how many times he said he found it adorable, she would only stutter out a denial. After all, how many lavish gifts had he given her in their time together?

     He uses a finger to wipe flour from her cheek, and she stops kneading the dough in front of her, confusion etched on her face.

“Tonight?” She questions with a frown. “But don’t you have to…”

“Not tonight,” he soothes. He won’t add that Dick had promised to fill in where he couldn’t tonight. The would only make her worry,

“But it’s Valentine’s Day, it’s going to be so busy out.”

‘So many eyes.’

That is what she is probably thinking. She didn’t usually mind dealing with the spotlight that came with being with him, but she hated it when it was special nights, and the flashes of cameras would intervene on their time together.

“And I’m already making…”

She’s gesturing to the batter-filled bowl in front of her. The mixture is a lush, dark brown color. There is a carton of fresh strawberries on the counter, and the baking pan is already spread out and ready for her to fill it.

“You’ll have time to finish,” he promises. “I just want to do something special before the day is over.”

She contemplates the ideas, biting the inner corner of her lip.

“All right.”

“Good.”

***

“Is it too much? Am I overdressed?”

A bit self-consciously, you smooth the creamy fabric of your deep red dress of your thighs.

“It’s perfect.”

“I wish you would just tell me where we are going, its driving me crazy.”

He gives you another small smirk through the mirror. At times, he could be so sadistic that he seemed to enjoy your fretting. He always enjoyed watching you worry when he took you to special places. You knew he wasn’t cruel; you weren’t sure that he had it in him to even consider being outrightly mean to you. But he loved to relish your reaction to new things. Things that only a person of wealth could show you.

It was no secret that Bruce Wayne liked to flex. When it came to you, however, it was more about spoiling you than boasting.

You knew that, and still, you could barely contain your worries. Your worries ran through your body, your flesh pimpled from the cold sweat you had broken out in. Going out with him meant eyes on you and the scrutiny that came with the attention. You are always worried like this. Checking and rechecking your appearance. Worrying too much about what people would think when they saw you, what they would say in the morning papers.

Your anxiety, however, was always temporary. Wherever he took you, you would enjoy it and forget about these self-conscious thoughts. Enjoying spending time with the man you loved so deeply, you would lose yourself in him and in whatever it is he had planned for you. It’s what he was always so smug about.

“What part of it’s a surprise don’t you get?” He asks.

“You’re insufferable.”

If he had a dimple, it’d be showing now. It was enough that his deep blue eyes seemed to dance when he was with you. To see him genuinely happy was worth suffering through his surprises.

“Are you going to tell me what’s in that box?”

His eyes cut down to the slim black box sitting protected underneath his hand on the arm of the chair,

He hesitates for a moment, oddly stiff, a sharp change from the playful man he was moments ago.

Finally, one of those long fingers taps on the lid of the box as if he had finally settled on a thought.

“Take off your jewelry.”

“All of it?” You hesitate to reach for the clasp of your necklace.

It’s not the first time he’s surprised you with a new set moments before taking you out somewhere. It was his version of romance. He loved giving gifts, and while you genuinely loved most of the things that he gave you, what you adored most was the look on his face when he gave them to you. Even more special was that you surprised him and casually wore the pieces he gave you.

You do as you’re told and set your jewelry down on a side table before facing the body-length mirror. His hands are hidden from your sight in the mirror, you can’t even get a hint of the pieces that he will be bestowing on you tonight. But they must be special. His brows are furrowed, his mouth pulled down at the corners, and his eyes are a little distant.

You frown. “You don’t have to give them…”

“I want to,” he says decisively, and you stop your protest.

There were many things that Bruce had to work through. And he often processed his trauma silently. But you felt lucky that he felt like he could do it with you in the room.

His fingers touch the back of your neck, and your skin breaks out in slight goosebumps.

Shyly, you meet his eyes in the mirror, but you quickly look away as you are confronted by the intensity in your fiancée’s eyes.Your eyes look for something else to latch on to before they settle on the hand that is bringing up the new piece of jewelry that will grace your neck. It’s only when you see a flash of creamy white that you understand what's happening.

“Bruce, that’s too much.”

The words rush out of your mouth and you instinctively shake your head ‘no’ at him.

You had never seen his mother’s pearls. You knew where he kept them and he had made it clear that if you wished to look in the safe he would not stop you.

But you had never taken advantage of the offer. There were things that Bruce still needed to come to terms with. Thrauma that he would never work through. He had chosen to use his pain instead of setting it free.

And you had loved and accepted the man that had made him. But a part of you ached knowing that there would likely never be a point in his life where he could genuinely be simply happy. All of the most precious moments that the pair of you would share would always be tinged with bitterness and fear. He was forever waiting for the day when someone would try to take you away from him. The same way they had his parents, his mother. “I want you to have them.” “You can’t just give something like this away, Bruce.” He hums slightly, your rejections not penetrating. The necklace is cool as it lies across your neck, resting just under the small bumps of your collarbone. The off white pearls pair beautifully with the deep red of the gown you had chosen. As he fastens the clasp, he presses a kiss to the side of your head. “They belong to Mrs. Wayne, and Mrs. Wayne should have them.” *** Bruce Wayne thought his fiancée was adorable. Since he’d given them to her, she hadn’t stopped fingering the pearls that graced her lovely neck. The matching pair of earrings he’d given her had barely registered in her mind. He’d had to put them in her ears himself. And even now, as she gapes at him in surprise, her soft fingers could not leave her new keepsake alone. “Bruce, is something going on? Are you dying or something?” She is as serious as she is confused. As worried as she is excited. “No, nothing like that.” He looks from her pretty face down to the lower floors and then the velvet curtains kissing the theater stage. “I just thought it was time to make some new memories. Some good ones.” How could he tell her that from the moment he decided that he would marry her, he felt something shift within him. The burden on his heart felt a little lighter, and he felt a little braver. Happier. He knew she didn’t understand how happy she made him, didn’t understand the depths to which she had changed him for the better. Even if he could not stop himself from donning the mask that had become a part of him, he cared more now that Bruce Wayne survived than he even had before. He no longer lived out of spite and some misplaced longing for revenge. He instead could feel the budding head of the pervasive need to protect his family becoming his primary motivation. Where that would lead him in five years, he didn’t know. But what he understood was that he liked himself more now than he ever had before. And because of that, he was willing to try to confront his demons little by little. And he wanted her to be there to experience that, at least for some of them. “And I wanted to share this with you.” He laces their hands together and squeezes her fingers affectionately. Her shoulders relax, dropping slightly as the apprehension leaves her body, though her eyes still have a skeptical light to them. It’s only when her glossy lips quirk at the corner and she leans onto his shoulder that he genuinely believes that she is content with the answer. “I can’t believe that you took me to this show, I’ve wanted to see this play for so long. And on Valentine’s Day too, you big softy.” He chuckles as the lights begin to dim and she settles in to enjoy the show before her. Her other hand is still gently fingering the beloved pearls around her neck. He imagines she’ll be enamored with them for a long time. His eyes briefly glance at the stage down below as the actors begin the show, but he can’t focus on them for long. Not when she squeezes his hand in subconscious excitement. Not when she was smiling so prettily. He’s not sure how long this euphoric happiness will last, but he can’t imagine it fading away, not as long as she makes his heart skip a beat.

[bearyfast]

Detective Piastri On the Case - OP81 ft. The Grid

Partnering: None

Type: Not quite fluff but just a silly little adventure

Mockumentary AU

Summary: Detective Piastri is on the case when the best coffee machine on the grid (the one in the Ferrari Hospitality Unit) suddenly and mysteriously breaks... leaving a long list of suspects.

Warnings: swearing (if I've missed any please let me know and I'll add them!)

F1 Masterlist

“I was never even in the Ferrari hospitality, why would I be? I’m a Williams driver now-”

“What do you have to say to this footage of you entering Ferrari hospitality the day of the incident?”

It cut to footage on a security camera outside of the Ferrari hospitality unit, a shadowy figure entering in the early morning before anybody else was around and leaving approximately ten minutes later.

The hood gets pulled down by a gust of wind and it is revealed that the person under the hood is… Carlos Sainz.

“I- uh,”He stumbles for a moment, but finally looks to the side with his jaw clenched. “You don’t understand, that machine is, was, the best on the grid. It made espresso like my abuela.”

“So you were in Ferrari hospitality the day of the incident? You were lying?”

“I wasn’t lying per say. I mean, who would admit to being in the same place something turned up broken?” Carlos asked rhetorically before sighing.“I didn’t do it, I promise.”

“You said you saw someone in the Ferrari hospitality unit just an hour before the incident allegedly occurred? Can you elaborate?”

“You didn’t hear this from me, but…” Esteban Ocon looked down to his intertwined hands, looking up with a slightly smirk. “Lewiswas hanging around, looking at the coffee machine like it owed him something. Do with that what you will.”

“Isn’t it a little suspicious that right after you join Ferrari, the coffee machine turns up broken?”

“Look, I only go in the hospitality area for Roscoe; and last I checked he isn’t drinking coffee” Lewis Hamilton rolled his eyes, already bored after answering one question.

“Well, Esteban said that you looked suspicious”

“Esteban wants me to buy him a drink for a bet I didn’t agree to- he is framing me, man!” Lewis moved his hands around as if that was going to help his point.

“Is it a coincidence that right after your old teammate joins Ferrari, the coffee machine ends up broken?”

“What are you trying to say here? That I broke it or that Lewis did it?” George Russell squinted his eyes as he tried to look around the camera to look at the interviewer (though everyone knew who it was by the voice alone).

“Did you break it? Maybe out of spite?”

“I’m British, I drink tea, and I especially wouldn’t touch anything from Ferrari of all places” George rolled his eyes, as if the idea was atrocious to begin with.

“Everyone says it’s the best, though”

“It really feels like you’re trying to frame me here, so we’re done” He gets up and walks away, pushing the door to the outside open dramatically as everyone in the room just watched.

“There’s been talk that someone has been awfully quiet since this all happened, any comments on that?”

“Not naming names or pointing fingers, but Max has been real quiet since this whole thing began, and we all know about ‘Maxplaining’” Pierre Gasly leant close- almost as if he was telling a secret.

“Pierre says you’ve been uncharacteristically quiet- any comments on that?”

“He said that? I don’t need coffee; I drink Red Bull. Thank you very much, and can someone tell me where Pierre is?” Max Verstappen huffs as he gets up from the chair and storms away to presumably find Pierre.

Footage of someone entering the Ferrari hospitality unit and then leaving an hour later with something small wrapped up in a napkin in one of their hands- a face clearly visible.

“This footage was just uncovered, anything you’d like to say for yourself?”

“I was just grabbing a biscuit- I swear. Have you tried them? They’re too good to pass up but Charles only lets us in there once a day, man” Lando Norris complained, leaning back in his chair with a small pout.

“So you didn’t enter the Ferrari hospitality building and break the coffee machine?”

“Break the coffee machine? What are you guys-” Lando muttered to himself. “Wait, it's broken?”

“Yes, that’s what this whole thing is about, Lando”

“Shit, I just thought they got some upgrades or something” Everyone in the room collectively sighed at that comment.

“What do you have to say to texts found on your phone, one that reads: ‘The Ferrari coffee machine is mine, back off’?”

“I- I send those to my friends as jokes, I swear!”Yuki Tsunoda exclaimed with wide eyes. “I only come for the snacks, you know? Like Lando does.”

“Why didn’t you mention Yuki also takes biscuits?”

“I didn’t think it was important, we don’t do it together or anything-”

“Everything’s important in this investigation, Lando. This is serious”

“Oh, come on. No one cares except Charles, which by the way isn’t this ‘investigation’ like an infringement on like being close to the family or some shit, Osc-” Before Lando could continue, the camera shuts off but the mic is still on; and a fews words can be heard: ‘I hate you’, ‘this is stupid’, and ‘well you’re stupid’.

“What do you have to say about this incident? Any inside knowledge?”

“I warned them. I said to them, ‘don’t touch the machine if you don’t know how it works’” Charles Leclerc takes a break to calm himself down (though this was the second break as he cried when sitting in the chair). “But no one listens to Charles, do they? They just break everything good- that machine was the last good thing in my life, you have to find the culprit!”

“I will, dad” Oscar Piastri nodded obediently, a determined look upon his face to find whoever did this to his adoptive father’s precious Ferrari coffee machine.

[mercurials]

I really like brandy's design!! can u tell us a bit more about her backstory?

THANK U!! :') i accidentally wrote a huge ramble so i hid it under a readmore and added a tldr paragraph lol! gonna try not to feel too cringe for sharing all this bc shes from a silly little fantasy animal rp teehee. also if anything seems contradictory or lacking in context its bc theres a lot of nuance to the roleplay/dynamics that i had to leave out cuz i could talk forever

TLDR - basically she grew up a religious fanatic who was training to be a priestess of a warmongering god, and left home at too young of an age to carry out missionary work after she received a sign from him. being young, very sheltered, and always in search of attention and validation (she'd suffered through a lot of emotional neglect and outright hatred at various points in her life thus far), it wasn't long before she fell in with a bad, predatory crowd and an abusive boyfriend. this led to her completely cutting herself off from her family out of shame (and fear over abandoning her missionary work) and a long and still ongoing struggle with substance abuse, self worth issues, problems setting boundaries and understanding her sexuality, and self-destructive hedonism. the shitty hand she was dealt felt like a betrayal, considering it was all caused by her leaving to carry out religious duties, so she spurned her god and has been unlearning a lot of religious bullshit ever since. after being dumped by her boyfriend it took her a long time to reconnect with her family, because she spent a while spiraling in isolation with deeply unhealthy coping mechanisms as she navigated a fuckton of trauma with no help. since then, however, she was found by her aunt and finally brought home - though the home was new, as her family had been exiled from their community during her absence due to political conflict. reuniting with them has been the best thing for her; she was welcomed back with open arms and is slowly working through everything that's happened to her, but her recovery has had many ups and downs.

longer version

(content warning for themes of pedophilia and abuse beginning in paragraph 5)

despite being born elsewhere, early on she moved to and grew up in a deeply religious society that worships a bloodthirsty god - and she was all for it in her youth. like, very gung ho about becoming a priestess, cutting off her siblings who still lived in their birthplace, etc etc. her beloved grandmother was one of the rulers of this society and a voice of their god, so it meant everything to her.

this new life gave her the purpose, community, and companionship that she lacked in her birthplace, with no friends and a neglectful and emotionally distant immediate family, so as a lonely and vulnerable child she was caught hook, line, and sinker. she connected with extended family that actually made her feel wanted, she was favored by a god to the point of being granted powers, and she felt whole. i think isolating herself from her immediate family, who did not live here with her, gave her a sense of retribution as well.

buuut there was also a lot of developing political tension and a lot of vitriol toward her family - spearheaded by her grandmother's co-ruler, who had powerful sway. and in a brutal environment like her warmongering clan, this was a major and dangerous threat. so for all the joy brandy found in living here and worshipping her god, youthfully unaware of the conquest this necessitated, she grew more unhappy than she was able to identify. so when she one day manifested the ability to grow (and retract) a pair of wings, she interpreted this as a sign from the red god and jumped at the opportunity to leave her home and carry out missionary work in his name - perhaps out of a desperation to leave this place, although that was largely a subconscious motivation.

she was absolutely too young to be striking out on her own, probably around 15 at most (i was writing her on a feral forum rp so the aging was obv different which makes the conversion fucky so im still figuring that stuff out a bit lmao). but what the red god said, went, so no one questioned it - and she was naively eager and unafraid. she was his chosen. she was royalty. she was invincible.

NOT REALLY! she was more vulnerable than she ever could have realized, so desperate to prove her value to her clan (...and get as far away from those seeking to harm her as possible). desperate to be seen and loved without any judgment for her lineage. so it was all too easy for one of the first men she met beyond her land's borders to take advantage of her, and lead her astray from her goals - she was young, after all, and had very little world experience. finn was his name, and he introduced brandy to an entirely new world than anything she'd ever experienced, one of hedonistic vice. nothing a fifteen year old had any business engaging with, and certainly nothing a grown man had any business introducing a fifteen year old to. this new world, this new attention, was intoxicating to someone as sheltered and high strung as brandy - it wasn't long before she and finn began dating, and relatively soon after that her missionary work fell easily to the wayside.

their honeymoon phase felt amazing, like a dream to brandy, but red flags eventually began emerging that she didn't yet have the capacity to examine or act against. finn would always subtly shut down conversations about her home and family, and grew increasingly more controlling, overprotective, argumentative, and jealous over time. resentment did begin to fester within brandy, but she was easily guilt tripped or otherwise pressured out of it time and time again... until things came to a head in an explosive argument that ended with finn dumping brandy and kicking her out.

distraught, she spurned the god who'd led his devotee down this path and then let her suffer like this, and struck out on her own instead of returning home - the shame of dropping off the face of the earth and abandoning her family was too much to bear. what if they hated her for running away? for abandoning her mission? from there, she spiraled, finding relief in substance abuse and the bed of any stranger that would take her. it was the one area in which she enjoyed any sense of autonomy and control - although it reinforced the lesson she'd learned from finn and his friends that her body and sexuality were what gave her worth. with time her physical and mental health began to plummet, her sense of self weakening and her hedonistic escapism becoming the only thing keeping her afloat despite slowly sucking the spirit out of her. she missed her family desperately, and longed to be a child in their arms once more, but as time went on reaching out to them became less and less of a material possibility in her mind.

but by pure chance and far into the future, she one day stumbled into her aunt, arya, while out and about; though panic overtook brandy at the sudden reunion, arya was only ecstatic to see her again, which was an unbelievable relief. but it was a bittersweet reunion - brandy had missed a lot, including the assassination of her beloved grandmother and subsequent exile of her entire family from their community. the former broke her heart and flooded her with even more guilt about her abandonment. here she'd been gallavanting about, living solely for herself and running away from her responsibilities and family and obligations, while the loved ones she'd been trying so hard to forget were suffering.

it took a lot of reassurance and convincing to ease brandy's nerves about going home and reuniting with everyone else, but ultimately she gave in – and it was one of the best decisions she ever made. everyone welcomed her back with open arms, having assumed she'd died and ecstatic to be proven wrong. she moved in with her living grandmother and began rekindling the relationships she'd lost and missed out on for so much of her life, and though recovery has been a massively uphill battle she's doing what she can with her newfound support system.

aaaand that concludes everything i properly rped before the site i wrote on crashed and burned ✌🏼

[calamarispiderart]

magical girls, generally, have something they fight against. this holds true in hms mg:ljga!.

heart, mind and soul fight 'Shadows', abstracted manifestations of consciousness and circumstance that have a tendency to mirror (or 'shadow') their individual and group situations. they often carry repetitive motifs or themes, functioning as tangible metaphors that must be 'resolved', much like any conflict.

the way in which a shadow is resolved varies. itd be wrong to say that there is ever one true or 'correct' resolution. rather, its a matter of what the group (or the individual,) sees as a proper ending to the matter. often, they default to violence.

it works well (or well enough...) for most shadows, as far as they can tell. its certainly easier than trying to talk it out...

[wundrousarts]

Firstly can I say I discovered your tumblr yesterday and this is everything I've been looking for for the past 6 years since I was first waiting for hollowpox ❤.

I was wondering what you know about the series' chronology, because I was expecting it to be like Harry Potter with one book to a year, but Hollowpox started halfway through mog's first year at wunsoc? Idk, are there any fan theories/confirmed info from Townsend?

It makes me so happy to hear that you enjoy my blog!!! This is truly just my space for me to nerd out about Nevermoor and I love that there are people that feel the same way about the series lol 💜

As for the passage of time with the series, Jessica Townsend has mentioned a few different times that each book will not be a year. Here's an Instagram story from a June 2020 Q&A:

Silverborn is covering the shortest timeframe so far, as it seems to essentially just cover Winter. Based on the snippets and information we know, it'll probably start with the Black Parade and end soon after Mog's 14th birthday. My personal guess is that the series might end when Mog is finished as a junior scholar, so when she's 16? But who knows what the timeframe for the next 5 books are!

I do hope we get an epilogue with older Morrigan though. An early idea for the series was her as a crazy aunt, and I want to see Aunt Mog!

[liquidstar]

wait speaking of getting isekia'd via truck, a couple weeks back me and a friend on were talking abt portal fantasy/isekai tropes (mostly bc i was infodumping abt rz again), and it made me think abt a fun concept for an ocverse. tho its possible similar things have been done obvs with just how inflated the genre is, just hear me out OK

story starts in the normal world, with a typical Nerdy Guy going about his daily life, expositing about how he feels bored and longs for adventure and magic, just like in all of his favorite media. as he's crossing the street, distracted by his mobile game, he doesn't notice The Truck(tm) coming straight towards him. except he's not hit by it- he's pushed out of the way in the last second, saved by a passing girl who gets hit in his place. this is who the story is about now.

mc gets sent to that sort of intermediary dimension that some isekai have, where she meets the Goddess Lady or whatever that was in charge of the whole isekai situation. goddess lady proceeds to freak out, because she nabbed the wrong person, and she's going to be in SO MUCH TROUBLE. she starts questioning the mc, only to find out that this kid has a good social life, does well in school, is in sports, and has barely ever played a video game. basically the opposite of the socially introverted, underachieving, repressed, genre-aware guy she was supposed to have reincarnated. for the sake of fulfilling somekinda hero prophesy or whatever. and the mc kinda bargains to be sent to the fantasy world anyway bc, well, its that or death i guess. so the two of them kinda have to team up to course-correct this mix-up.

mc is kinda given a list of tasks to do that basically mirror how a typical story like this Would Go, expected to fall in line with the tropes in order to achieve the ultimate goal, but kinda ends up failing at all of them... or not? failing backwards, maybe. doing it in a way different from how its meant to go- using the wrong formula, but somehow getting the right solution. while sort of continuing to question the insanity of the whole situation, and the nature of this whole fantasy world. just fucking up all the tropes.

but a layer i'd wanna add on top of all that is the fact that the hero prophesy (or whatever) called for a man. so upon arriving to this new world, the mc is basically put into a "gender swapped" body and... doesnt seem to mind. this isnt an uncommon isekai trope either, but i hardly see it tackled with much care to really explore whole Gender Thing beyond gags about the "mismatch" (which can be in poor taste) or the conclusion that "well because their Body is now this gender, their gender identity changes to match" which i feel is a pretty shallow and binary take-away to draw abt bodies and identity.

but i think there can be more to explore w the prospect if you actually wanna get into gender stuff. in this case, i'd particularly wanna get into the idea of imposter syndrome. the main character was not MEANT to be... the main character. seen as a phony fighting tooth and nail to meet expectations, and constantly fumbling. not a real hero, or a real man. but its meant to be an act anyway, so why does that bother her? it was like that back on earth too, trying as hard as possible to be the perfect girl. a good social life, does well in school, is in sports.... but that good girl thing always felt fake too. or desperate. what was she trying to prove? how long as this BEEN bothering her, actually? why does it feel easier to breathe in this body, despite everything? the way this whole act makes her happy is scary, because its fake isn't it? but wait, which part was fake? the before or after? is it all fake? isn't this all just a mistake?

was it really a mistake? who is more heroic; a guy too focused on a mobile game to pay attention to those around him, or the person who risked their life to save a stranger? but the hero prophesy was for a "man," right? what does that even mean?

[david-watts]

I don't want to talk about this too much for a few reasons but firstly. incredible how different things can seem if you're not suffering symptoms. truly the 'nothing in life matters' meme but replace it with 'I know nothing about my favourite guy (t. e.)'. but still hole in brain aside most of that was suffering symptoms as bad of an excuse as either of those are

[crossbackpoke-check]

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[mcybree]

Ok ok ok I'm not Tryna start discourse but bluestars prophecy was my first ever warriors book and bluestar will always be my favourite so I'm gonna make some counterpoints to you about her being a Smajor character

bluestar has always been led by an intense loyalty and dedication to those she loves and cares for - this includes her mum, her sister, her clan, eventually Firepaw when he joins the clan, and she has a VERY strong moral compass when it comes to doing the right thing - when she sees thistleclaw teaching tigerpaw to hurt a then baby scourge she very much discourages it and is against it

Afaik scott is Not like that, he doesn't have an emotional or love-driven moral code, he does things because they're smart decisions in the long term or because he wants to. Granted I havent seen a ton of his stuff but I have seen his limited life and 3rd life perspectives and he is very much a singular team player there, there to look after himself and well if people align with him that's great he's got allies (jimmy and Martyn) but he won't go out of his way to care for them

Bluestars defiance of starclan in the first series is BECAUSE she gave herself to them and what the warrior code demanded so much - yes she broke clan rules by having kids with crookedstar but she did everything in her power to make sure they'd have a happy life and felt terrible that thrushpelt was willing to say they were his to save her reputation. She didn't do it out of a selfish want, she only ever wanted to help her clan and those she loved, and her becoming clan leader is emblematic of that want. When she rejects starclan so wholeheartedly in the first series it's because THINGS KEEP GOING WRONG WHEN SHES TRIED SO HARD TO STOP THEM FROM DOING THAT - starclan has never cared about the sacrifices she made to keep her loved ones and clan safe, she lost her mother, her sister, her kits, her mate, literally everything, and things STILL KEEP GETTING WORSE. it's not a demand that she deserves to have everything good, it's a cry for help that shouldn't something go right after she's tried so hard???

C!Scott isn't like that. He puts himself above others and inherently believes he will get the best if he just plays his cards right, and he is good at it, he's very competent at lasting a long time in life series and getting what he wants - the ruthlessness of gem driven by desperation kills him in secret life, Martyn's complete fucking about face kills him in limited life, and I'm pretty sure it's etho who gets him out in 3rd life by luck. He doesn't plan to look after the ones he cares about, because he cares about himself first and foremost. Yeah you can argue when he doesn't get what he wants he gets annoyed, but his is less of a 'why don't I get this don't I deserve it' and more of a 'oh fuck this didn't work. Ok new plan double down on getting what I want by appeasing to people cos they're easy to read and therefore account for'

I don't doubt Scott would make a bluestar adjacent character if he made a warrior cats oc BUT his character would honestly be closer to darktail or ashfur than bluestar and that's that on that.

(sorry you activated 13 year old me's unskippable cutscene sjdjsjsjja this isnt meant to be a serious argument I just love bluestar a lot and love talking about her)

OKAY 1. this is fucking awesome thank you 2. i am going to do something new and exciting (advocate for scott instead of beating him to death with sticks) because unfortunately this bluestar info has only made me believe she is a smajor character even more.

As a general note when I talk about smajor characters as a collective here I’m referring to characters more in the realm of esmp/traffic/rats/pirates/etc, less vampire scott or necromancer scott who are intended to be villainous.

Scott characters tend to operate under a “If I am not a Good Person I may as well die” rule, and consequently abide by a strict moral code to keep themselves feeling clean. For instance: traffic Scott will never go back on his word, he will avoid dishonesty, and he won’t take from others unless he is sure that he can repay them. He will never betray his seasonal primary ally (even when they betray him first), and will often give people things just because they asked him nicely. He stakes a lot of his own identity on this, because it is through being a “good person” that he justifies his superiority (and, by extension, his own existence); in his mind he deserves the best and *is* the best because he is such a good person. When things don’t go his way, he thinks he doesn’t deserve it because he has been nothing but good, so he tries to place a reason. He often assumes that somebody must “have a vendetta” against him, even if this somebody is the world (see: him asking if limlife episode 1 boogeyman is some kind of joke played on him for not giving in to the boogey curse in Last Life.) which is very Bluestar to me, convinced that her misfortunes are a divine punishment.

This is all to say that Scott does have a strict moral code and deep sense of loyalty. Being a “good person” and devoted partner in the ways he understands it are so ingrained into what he is that I think he definitely has the capacity to be a Bluestar if he were raised being taught clan values, even if his internal systems are often built around never letting gross emotions be fully felt rather than what those emotions compel him to do.

[creatively-cosmic]

Hi Starry, I’m back! :D

I’m glad you like the questions and that they aren’t annoying, because every bit of lore I read is like a taking a shot of dopamine lmao. And that picture of Fire getting a hug 🥹 brightened up my whole day. Trust me when I say that you guys reposting pictures and adding content to older ones isn’t obnoxious in the slightest. The art (at least for me) makes it easier to digest and form connections about the story in my head, plus y’alls art is great—who wouldn’t want to look at it? The lore/art in the last one was particularly interesting. (Like, young Red looks like such an polite, upstanding citizen and then you scroll down two pages and now it’s like “Tf you lookin crazy for”? Was that an implication that Steven had something to do with Red going missing/becoming Glitchy? And Leaf is funking DEAD?-)

Anyways, you know what that means! Question time: Leaf Edition!

The First (and most obvious) question: What happened to Leaf? Why is the homegirl dead? (Why was Leaf being dead, out of all the things I’ve seen so far, the one thing I wasn’t expecting?)

Second: What’s the relationship between Leaf, Fire and Blue? You said that Blue and Fire’s murder-suicide loop was spurred on by her death, so were they friends before she died? Did they see it?

And two smaller questions: How tall are the main four (Red, Blue, Fire, Leaf)? And do they have Pokémon Teams? If so, what are their teams looking like?

That’s all till next time! Have a good day/afternoon/night wherever you are!

TUMBLR FUCKING CRASHED HALFWAY THROUGH ANSWERING THIS ASK IM SO MAD FUCK. FUCKKK

We honestly can't thank you enough for all your questions, compliments, and just overall being a huge sweetheart. We're really happy you've been enjoying these, and whatever dopamine you get from seeing these, we probably get like. TENFOLD, just for seeing someone so interested, and giving us a chance to talk about this wild ride of a story. So really- thank you. This has been a delight!

This one is gonna be REALLY long (I have to rewrite fucking HALF OF IT now DAMMIT), as we want to talk on the stuff you crossed out, too.

(I'll put their heights and teams in a follow-up post btw, so watch for that.)

1. Red.

Young Red is an interesting point in time. See, he and Blue had a LOT in common- a lot more than you might think. Of course, Red was a good kid, genuinely- always so caring for his Pokemon, kind and passionate about them. He was polite to the people around him, and always soft spoken, when or if he spoke at all. The adults around Kanto and his hometown always adored him for how well mannered he seemed- a real role model, and stand up child. Just a bit shy.

In all truth though, Red moreso had a very strong mask. One that he only dropped, allowing himself to relax and act like himself around one person: his best friend, Blue.

Both of those boys were a lot more immature and competitive with each other- the main difference being Blue didn't hide it like Red did. They LOVED competing, always trying to one up each other in everything they did. When they were together, Red wasn't afraid to speak his mind, signing or whispering to his friend with a smug grin on his face. Around his friend, Red could really be himself, and they both loved it. Having so much fun, roughhousing and taking jabs and just being children around each other. A lot of people, when seeing this, would assume Blue- who was always rude and a bit more standoffish- was a bad influence, but really, the two couldn't be happier than they were with each other.

... When you spend God knows how long, trapped in a dimension with no human life, desperate and angry with unholy forces eating away at your mind, will, and sanity. Let's just say masking doesn't end up staying a necessary skill. A good portion of why Red being Like That now is honestly? Just because he just gave up on trying to make himself presentable.

He has bigger problems now than worrying about how people see him, anyways.

2. Steven.

I'll try to keep this short, as the Strangled Red elements of this story could warrant it's own post entirely.

To put it simply: Steven is, in part, directly responsible for Red's fate.

It wasn't HIS decision, mind you. He barely even thinks for himself anymore. But there were things that wanted Red, and Steven is very suggestible when it takes the right approach. So it lays itself out so simply.

Red trusted Steven, after all. Idolized him. Missed him. Would follow him anywhere. What better possible option could there be?

Of course Steven is the one to drown that boy on the coast of Cinnabar.

3. Leaf. (cw for animal death.)

Finally, the star of the show for this ask (as if this isn't long enough already). I can see why the information for her is more supriding as we haven't posted as much for her, which. We do feel bad about- our ability and motivation to make art for her was severely hindered by our struggle (I'm talking MONTHS) to make a design for her that we were happy with. Her story is WELL figured out, though, so we're glos we get to discuss! And now that her design is actually finalized, there should be more visual stuff for her coming.

So what happened?

Well! As is the entire premise of Missing Numbers, each major individual is based off of various Pokepastas. The easiest way to answer that is one of two of Leaf's sources:

Abandoned Loneliness.

But first, we have to go further back.

Fire was not the only Vessel made by the Almighty.

... He was the first, and the favorite. But he wasn't the only one. Leaf was the other.

Once Fire had come to Palette town, the next Game was set to begin any time now. But as the Almighty looked down on the world, He looked back at the others that had been built, and realized that the new Kanto was missing something. An alternative option. Though He was reluctant to change the structure of the world, it was, by all means, an improvement, and something the Players would expect after the past Generations.

She was less meticulously made than her brother. She kept her Heart and Mind about her, as there wasn't time, nor was it safe, to rid her of them like Fire. She would serve well enough as a Vessel regardless- and she did, as when the Game began, Leaf was chosen as the player's Avatar. (Not quite what the Almighty had expected, but the choice had been given for a reason, so it would be foolish to change anything now...)

Blissfully unaware of the nature of her existence, Leaf proceeded to go on a triumphant adventure through Kanto.

This is a good time, before we get back to the tragedy, to answer your second question!

Leaf, Blue, and Fire's dynamic changed throughout their journey through Kanto. At the beginning, let's just say things were... Tense.

Fire acted hollow, in the beginning, as he was meant to. Genuinely, it was fully expected that he'd be chosen as the players Avatar. So without it, he was left... Quiet and cold. It seemed he didn't care for anyone- not Blue, nor his sister.

Blue, meanwhile, was NOT in a good headspace. But at this point, after about two years passed since Red's dissapearance, he'd learned to hide those feelings. The people of Palette town, including his Rivals, knew him as this bitter, irritable person, resentful towards the world for incomprehensible reasons.

Leaf was the only "normal" one, basically. A cheerful, excited girl, whose heart bled for everyone she cared about and always tried to stand for the right thing. She didn't know where she came from... She had no memories of her life before "Red" and Hazel (Fire's mother) Yuuji found her, seemingly abandoned in the tall grass just outside of Palette Town, under the falling autumn leaves. Taken in as a part of their family, she grew attracted quickly, her loyalty and love and impulsive need to protect coming to be what she was known for.

With all this given, when the journey started. Leaf HATED Blue- he seemed to despise and bully her brother more than anyone. Blue didn't like Leaf much either, but wasn't as harsh towards her as he was Fire. Fire was as... Neutral as ever. But he silently followed the two once they went out, almost as if he wanted to watch over them. Ensure their safety.

As the journey continued, over time, away from the stuffiness of their hometown, the three started to grow closer. Maybe the fresh air was doing Blue good. Maybe Leaf was learning more about the world. Maybe Fire's deep brown eyes were growing warmer.

Somehow, a death was the tipping point for all of them to finally become friends. It's absurd, how grief was the thing driving them apart, but ultimately went to bring them together.

When Blue's Raticate died, he quickly fell back to his lowest point. Angry and hateful and heartbroken, lashing out, and ultimately running away. ... But it put everything in perspective. Through all her guilt (it was in a fight against her, after all, that the Raticate had been so severely injured), Leaf suddenly understood why Blue had been so horrible before: he was mourning. And he needed someone. It didn't make her forgive him, but it made her extend a hand.

And for once, knelt over the grave of a lost Pokemon, Blue accepted it. From that act of kindness, Blue genuinely began to get along with the others, and slowly, the trio came to be friends- all the way up to and after the Championship, where despite losing again, Blue felt closer to the others than ever.

... It seems in this world, good things don't last.

The events of Abandoned Loneliness happened several months after Leaf became champion. When revisiting Raticate's grave with Blue, Leaf came across a peculiar Pokemon- a horribly sickly little Eevee, too weak to even cry. Leaf had never been the kind to leave a Pokemon in need to fend for itself- kindly, she took the little stray into her care, determined to nurse it back to health.

The properties of Glitched or Corrupted Pokemon aren't something I need to dive into right now this is already ungodly long. What's important is that the Eevee was not a natural Pokemon. It should've been dead.

It always starts with a Pokemon that should've been dead.

Let's just say... Everything unraveled from there. Fully explaining what the events of Abandoned Loneliness translates to in Missing Numbers isn't something I have the energy to write at the moment (this is so long and I've been putting off finishing it cause I'm still mad all my initial writing got deleted >_<).

The important part comes down to Leaf's demise at the hands of this "curse." Bonded to that sickly little Eevee, when the world pushed her to put it out of its misery- voices of the damned screaming, unbearable, suffocating, demanding she DO IT DO IT DO IT, you can't bear to watch it suffer anymore, after all... The destiny bond it held her in dragged her down with it.

Nobody witnessed her death. She was alone and isolated at the foot of a mountain. She thought she could solve everything herself. Thought she could handle it all.

Her body was only found days later, curled up on the ground, rotting blood seeping from her eyes, with the body of the poor little Eevee in her arms. Trapped and suffocated by the hands that killed it. It was far too late. To maje it worse, her friends were the first to know of her death.

Fire was the one who found her body, after all.

Leaf's demise was a SEVERE breaking point, and unlike Fire, she didn't get a chance to be revived by God. Her modern presence in the world was not... Authorized, let's just say. Leaf had to claw and fight to keep hold of herself and climb back to existence in ways unprecedented, and believed to be impossible. But despite being a corrupted entity, her body was stable. And so, rather than Smite her as he would other Glitches, the Almighty decided to make good of an unintended situation: He could make use of her. A man on the inside is a powerful tool, after all.

So long as He kept her anger for her fate targeted towards the "true" threats.

I could keep going but I've babbled on way too much already for this post lol. I'm so sorry about the delay on this one- life REALLY got in the way. And Tumblr's buggy ass mobile app 💀

hopefully i can elaborate more without any crashing in the next round if there is one ashfshf

[courtney-deserved-better]

this might be an odd question but I’ve always been curious about this.

But as the poster child for Alenoah, do you think people have flandarised you to be the ‘alenoah writer’? Ignoring works that have nothing to do with the ship?

that’s an interesting question! i guess i would say that i really don’t take any issue with how i’m seen in the fandom circle. i’ve never been “owed” attention for any of my fics—the fanfiction i write is what i would like to see or explore, and it makes me really happy when other people enjoy it too, but i try not to let that be my primary motivator for my writing. there are plenty of fics i’ve written, especially for other fandoms, that i know are only going to appeal to me and like 3 other people max, and i’m okay with that. i never expected slippery slopes to become such a well-known fic within the td tumblr fandom. it was the 30th fic in the alenoah tag when the first chapter was posted, so i’d just hoped that the handful of other people who liked alenoah would enjoy it. i’m incredibly grateful that so many td fans decided to read it and speak well of it, and i definitely wouldn’t have garnered the audience that i have for my other fics without it. it also just makes sense that i’m known as an alenoah writer when my longest td fic by over 100k words is an alenoah fic. while i do have long wips with f/f ships that i hope are received well once i post them, again, i’m not “owed” that attention. honestly, i’m just happy that fellow fans like my works for what used to be a rarepair enough that i’m actually known for it!

[moe-broey]

I <3 blowing up my save files mid-playthrough or after I've beaten the game and feel aimless or I'm three hours in and incredibly indecisive and perfectionistic and have to start over Better this time or I just get really into One Idea and blow up the save for the sole purpose of achieving the One Idea and once I have it's like. Well. What was the point of that actually. And then I blow it up again

[tvrningout-a]

important people in dorverold | ft. the blythes

the blythe family is one of the noble families of nordrholt and pledged their fealty to delwyn's family -- the brandt's -- long ago. they have been known to raise their heirs to value wisdom and virtue over all else, which is why for years, a blythe has been the right hand of nordrholt's king or queen. this is also why among the northern nobility, they are ridiculed for being too soft to live in such unforgiving lands.

the blythes live within the visamark, also known as the whispering woods, named so for the way the wind whistles between the trees. their home is closest to the border of nordrholt, making it one of the first stops of any traveler entering the north. their castle is of a modest size and build, lacking the flourish that southern castles tend to have.

when edmund seized the throne, the blythes remained loyal. badrik blythe, the true king's advisor, fought and died to give prince delwyn time to escape; his son, norvin blythe, ensured delwyn safe passage to the south and later died at the hands of king edmund's men; alvina blythe, the eldest daughter of badrik, now acts as the head of the family, masquerading as a loyal subject of edmund's while supplying the free army with information. there are whispers that her sister levina is building a small, covert army of her own, recruiting northern nobles and commoners alike.

king edmund has placed a bounty on levina's head, and anyone who is believed to be helping her is to be taken alive. he believes it is the youngest blythe who is feeding his enemies with information rather than alvina.