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‘Disrespect’
Surgeon! Strange x fem! reader
- i got a request for this and oh my lord, writing this honestly had me in a state of disbelief. i think i kind of got carried away but fuck it we ball. i <3 dom Stephen sm xx
You often had to remind yourself that Dr Strange simply doesn't function like other people.
Working with him was never ideal, especially in a busy hospital with little to no time to do anything, it did give you the opportunity to idle at how ingeniously he worked. Stephen was exceptionally skilled and he was also exceptionally arrogant; his need to prove he's the smartest man in the room by any means possible provoked you, sometimes you thought he did it on purpose to annoy you specifically. Getting a doctorate didn't make him God's righteous man, most of the time you wanted to curbstomp his stupidly perfect teeth in. Deceit and hubris was always plastered on his face and even with that million dollar smile that women fawned over, you could see right through him. What made everything ten times worst is that after a particularly gruelling night shift, it was only you and him left to clean up the operating theatre.
It felt like the universe was just fucking with you today.
Stuck cleaning up the mess Stephen made with him alone only made you reflect upon why he was hellbent on being an asshole to everybody. And why he had to be attractive whilst doing so. It was easy to see he was attractive but so hard for you to actually admit it. He had all the physical attributes that made you drool but his personality was as appealing to you as shit under your shoe. Stephen found his way to prominence not by just being an incredible neurosurgeon but by fucking through the entire staff; all the nurses found themselves bending over backwards to impress him but he just dismissed them, you honestly couldn't believe the gall he had- it was inhuman.
Now all you could do was survey him silently and not acknowledge him at all.
Stephen was having trouble even making eye contact with you today, the thought made him chuckle inwardly. Normally, you'd gawk at him stupidly when you believed he wasn't looking but he felt your eyes burn into his skull- he couldn't help but consider the possibility that you weren't death staring him but actually...eyefucking him. Stephen basked in the feeling, his confidence doubled tenfold usually but today you were deliberately ignoring him. He couldn't have that. Not since you were the most gorgeous distraction he's ever had. He just kept thinking of you when he wasn't supposed to and Stephen wanted to act on his primitive urges.
‘’You're being unusually untalkative.’’ Stephen remarked as you were both washing your hands in the sink, almost as if to clean yourself of this stupid day. ‘’Who pissed in your cereal?’’ He quirked an eyebrow at you, gazing at you through the mirror.
‘’Maybe I just don't fucking like you.’’ You gave him a dazzling, chilly 'fuck off' smile alongside your unwelcome glare. Stephen loved it- your persistent need to shrug him aside, it was a taste of his own medicine.
‘’Don't lie. It doesn't suit a woman like you.’’
‘’Like me?’’ Your tone filled with offence and displeasure as your eyes narrowed. Who the fuck did he think he was to evaluate you? It annoyed you to a senseless degree.
‘’You're too pretty to lie. Stop lying to yourself, you do like me. And you hate it.’’ Stephen stared at you directly as he dried his hands off, his expression certain and his smile sly.
Stephen knew you got him in a 'gotcha' moment. Your face was vacant, eyes gleaming wide and doe alongside an agape mouth and creased eyebrows. He smirked at you like a stupid all American textbook jock as if he could see right through you and all your innermost thoughts. You resumed your movements and gathered your loose hair and tied it into a ponytail and connected gazes daren't oscillate. Stephen loved watching you work and going about doing your own thing, he liked that you thawed when you gave him a sweet smile.
‘’Where would you get that impression that I do infact tolerate you, Doctor?’’ You couldn't help but flirt with him, not when he was being so brazen and saying exactly what was on his mind- you could do the exact same.
He took a beat to study you and look at you in this resolve. Beautiful. Charming. Saccharine.
Stephen cocked his head, thinned his eyes and simply said: ‘’Intuition?’’
‘’Don't lie. It doesn't suit a man like you.’’ You repeated his prior statement with a small smirk and knowing character.
Stephen let out a breathless scoff at your purpose. You were enjoying yourself completely and he had this overwhelming surge to just...bend you over the operating table. The idea was completely out of it but you were making him feel this new sensation: it was thrilling and completely new. New and shiny. Stephen stalked towards you in slow steps and he reached his hand and out and pulled on your ponytail. He was pleased with the small gasp you let out.
‘’I like this. You should wear it up more often.’’ He mumbled thickly, eyes heavy and half lidded as he stared down at you.
‘’Mmm...I don't know... you seem awfully inattentive, Doctor.’’ You hummed as Stephen was drawing closer to you, lulling your head back slightly and crooning in warm pleasure. You were clearly amused.
‘’Baby, I'm very detail oriented. Don't question my awareness.’’ Stephen scolded at you and if you were being honest, it aroused the everloving God out of you. In this context, you'd allow yourself a brief moment of liberty to succumb to his...charms.
The way he called you baby made you feel wobbly. Baby. Mmm...hearing him say that to you made you bite your lip in anticipation. This cruel frustration was certainly making you feel flustered and he was pleased to see such a scene. He was so happy. So damn happy he got you in such a state. Him? Making you blush? You? Of all people?
‘’Awareness my ass.’’ You chuckled as you peered up at him flirtatiously, a cute little smile playing at your lips too. Oh, so you can be fun. Stephen just scoffed at your determinted nature. ‘’But for the sake of pettiness and my spiral into insanity, if you are so aware...tell me what makes you aware of me?’’ You couldn't help but provoke him further, allowing yourself the selfishness of prying into his head to see how he actually views you. If he actually wanted you like that.
‘’Eyes.’’ Stephen mumbled under his breath, pupils darting elsewhere as if he didn't want you to actually hear the words that came out of his mouth but you were attentive, you obviously did. For fucks sake, he's deciding to get shy now? That's new.
‘’Eyes? That's rich considering you undress me with yours.’’ You challenged him.
‘’As always, you see right through me.’’ Stephen didn't say it in a way that was sarcastic or certain, it was strange...like him. He latched onto your waist, large hand pinching you while the other was still yanking on your ponytail. Your gasp was palpable, your breath warm.
What made you even more excited was that someone could walk in on you at any moment. It was so naughty.
‘’You're detrimental Stephen.’’ You said with lust in your eyes and Stephen didn't really take the time to listen to your words when his mouth was already plastered against yours.
Mhmm... his lips were nice but you knew he was dangerous, he had such a special ability to make every single woman weak in the knees but you were more durable than he initially thought. Stephen was incredibly eager, lips tasting at yours like he was starved of a proper meal, well, he had been eyeing you like you were a full course meal all day- it was only fitting. This whole ordeal was entirely unprofessional but you weren't in your right mind to care about it, Stephen Strange was right here, kissing you, feeling you through your scrubs; it was making you impatient, the air was getting hotter, your clothes suddenly felt too tight.
Stephen on the other hand was troubled by the way he was already so drawn to you. Normally it would be the woman that initiated these things with him but he was bending the norm, he was chasing after you. He was the chaser now and you were obviously pleased with yourself. He thought you tasted lavish and plentiful, he was swimming in you. Stephen's patience was wearing thin, it was a change of pace considering how careful and concise he was with his work, his sex life was more demanding. His mouth still fastened to yours, he walked you over to the operating table; you couldn't even catch your breath before he swivelled you around and bent you over, kicking your legs apart with his feet.
‘’You're flushed.’’ Stephen lowered his lips down to your ear, smirking at your little gasps of surprise in the process. ‘’That's how I know when you want to fuck. Note taken.’’ He threaded gis fingers through your ponytail and tugged the hairtie out of it, letting your hall fall down your back and shoulders.
‘’How do I know when you want to? When you randomly decide to bend me over on the operating table?’’ You asked him with a heavy voice, tilting your head to the side to peer up at him.
‘’No. When you're in the room. That's all it takes.’’ Stephen grunted. Your heart dipped at the statement, a strange feeling blooming inside of your lower stomach with his dirty words. You were wild about him, back arching already- he hadn't even taken your clothes off yet. Feeling pathetic didn't even seem worth it anymore, not when Stephen Strange was illiciting so many new reactions out of you; it was so different, he was making you feel things you couldn't even get out yourself.
For fucks sake, was he made out of magic or something? It felt like he was. There was something so inherently wrong with you, wrong with you both- this shouldn't be happening! You were colleagues! And you hated how much of an asshole he could be. But he was a severely attractive asshole. The type of man that truly understands how the mind works, how the body works. That doctorate really was coming in handy now.
Stephen's beautiful mind was already coming up with filthy ways to make you feel so good- he was excited and so damn aroused. Dear God, was this what it felt like to be sixteen again? He was acting like he's never seen a naked woman let alone actually fuck one before. Stephen pulled your pants down and you had no objections, in fact, you were itching to get it off.
‘’Don't forget that I respect the hell out of you.’’ He said as he ripped your underwear off, the elastic burning the underside of the thighs from the friction.
‘’Why do you say that?’’ You asked all breathy and sensual. Wondering what he actually meant.
‘’Because I'm about to fuck you full of disrespect.’’ Stephen's voice was heavy and husky. It was a promise and a threat all in one. what really tilted vou was when he pinned your arms behind your back tightly, the other hand flying to tug and pull at your loose hair.
You were about to melt into a puddle of goo, your knees buckled and stephen felt incredibly proud of himself. You had the ability to make him feel ten feet tall and completely elated. Your pussy was clenching around nothing and all you could do was whine at him to do something, satiate your grovelling need that required far too much attention.
‘’You want that?’’ Stephen asked, hoping you agree and confirmed what he already knew.
You peered up at him again. ‘’Go find someone else to boss around-‘’
Stephen scoffed at you, internally knowing you absolutely fucking love it when he did tell you what to do. You made it obvious, you flushed everytime you were near him- he couldn't help but let it stroke his ego. He wondered what you looked like stroking his cock. Although the idea seems far too appealing to be real, he simply couldn't tolerate your behaviour. By disrespect he didn't mean talk back at him.
You froze, heartbeats slowing like they'd been dropped in molasses. Stephen held you by your hair and pulled you up to his torso, like it was a leash. Your breath stopped when his front pressed against your back, he felt so warm, so fucking good. You could have groaned if you had the air to do so. With a slight tug, your head tilted to the side and his lips brushed the hollow behind your ear.
‘’I respect you but you're appalling me when all I want is to fuck...this.’’ Stephen grumbled as he spanked your bare behind. You squirmed against him relentlessly, mouth already foaming as he gripped your chin.
‘’Respect my wishes and fuck me disrespectfully.’’ You moaned at him, begging for something, anything- it was deplorable and you were sure you wouldn't be able to live it down.
Stephen didn't respond he just slammed you back down on the operating table. Your lips part in shock at his possessiveness, your body tensing and the anticipation growing immensely. Already spending too much time in your head, you were tethered back to reality by another spank on your ass- it'll turn into a burning shade of red soon.
Stephen was happy in the state that he got you, he was clearly pleased to see you considering how hard he was; he tugged his cock out of it's confines, it was growing painful leaving you like this with every second that passed.
You gasped as he slid into you so easily and Stephen thought he was bathing in the heavens. that voice was angelic, your moans a perfect instrumental. All he knew is that you set him ablaze as you stretched to accomodate his frighteningly thick size. The flames of hate and passion burned in equal measure, fusing and merging into one heady concotion. Your plea for more was silent, your back arching as his grip on your wrists growing tighter than ever.
‘’S-Someone could c-come in!’’ You struggled as he started rutting into you, the realisation that you were fucking your colleague finally dawning on you.
‘’Does that make your pussy wet?’’ He chuckled at you breathlessly. ‘’I bet it does, doesn't it?’’
The dickhead was laughing down at you. You shaked your head, attempting to deny the truth and in turn denying how much you wanted him. His head was cast in doubt at you
‘’The fear of people realising you're such a slut for me. That you're weak for me. Being caught with me balls deep inside you...it makes you want to cum, doesn't it?’’ He fucked you in hard quick strokes, taking complete control over you. Your breath sharpens and your moans heightens as you draw closer and closer to your inevitable end. He swatted your ass again and you felt your insides drop.
‘’Is this your version of playful banter, Doctor?’’ You tried your hand at flirting but Stephen was dead serious. He wasn't in the mood for your glute jokes.
‘’Answer my question and I'll answer yours.’’ Stephen plunged into you, deeper and deeper hitting that spot that made you see shattered starlight, reaching a peak you didn't even know you had in you.
You attempted to stammer out a response but your tongue turned numb and forgot how to function.
‘’Baby, don't be polite now.’’ He cooed at you like a stupid little schoolgirl.
‘’I-I...for fucks sake...Yes!’’ You huffed out, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you melt under him.
‘’My version of playful banter is watching you on all fours crawling to me. Seeing how beautiful you look begging on your knees for my cock.’’
You moaned at the sheer thought of it.
Stephen wasn't joking. He wasn't anywhere near it. He wanted to watch you naked, crawling to him, begging for his cock.
Hm….the idea was certainly appealling.
Stephen was spurred on by it all and fucked into you, heavier, crazier, it was simply scandalous. His dick slid in and out of you so easily, you were wetter than you had ever been before. Your stomach tightens with heat, your thighs growing slicker and slicker as he pulsated inside of you- Stephen swallowed at your incredible disposition, pulling on your hair harder and harder like it was his own personal dog leash. In this position you were willing to admit you were his bitch.
Stephen's eyes light up and his nostrils flare with every stroke. His cool demeanour slipping as he let loose groans he was bottling up, raw desire bled through the cracks. He had to make sure you came. You were tensing up. So damn close to the sharp precipice. Your orgasm slammed into you and fireworks errupted behind your eyes. Fuck. It felt too good to be real. All of this pent up tension drawn back through sex is definitely not under cliched- but you couldn't find yourself caring. Your cry alone made Stephen release thick ropes of his cum inside of you. He came so fucking hard he almost sank to the floor, and that never happened. Ever. Afterwards, the air was filled and with dense sex.
‘’H-How-Why..?’’You blinked when he pulled out of you. ‘’Wow.’’ You looked a little shellshocked, eyes widening with what had actually happened.
Stephen couldn't help but laugh as he pulled your pants up and straightened you back up. He felt bad for not taking the time to clean you up but he was wary of the time and the fact that someone actually could spot you both. You readjusted your stance in an effort to seem more confident but when you swivelled around to face him, all Stephen could see was your expression- completely taken aback.
‘’It's okay, you'll get used to it.’’ He smiled at you, his eyes gleaming as he went to wash his hands in the sink, doing the exact same thing he did before he fucked you into another dimension, completely unbothered. You tossed him a scowl.
‘’Used to it? You're expecting this to happen again?’’ You sounded way more surprised than Stephen had liked.
‘’Yes. Next time for hours in my bed...I mean...unless you want to be fucked over another piece of medical apparatus.’’ He turned his head to smirk at you.
‘’Mmm….I liked the operating table.’’
#dr stephen strange#dr strange angst#dr strange fluff#dr strange x fem!reader#dr strange x y/n#stephen strange smut#dr strange smut#stephen strange#doctor stephen strange#dr strange oneshot
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Genshin Characters Playing FNAF
characters: itto, xiao, shenhe, hu tao
an: i was thinking about this a lot so i wrote it down! this might be ooc because i had too much fun writing this and i’ve written this at school. i haven’t really caught up with fnaf games so i relied on my personal knowledge, i apologize if anything doesn’t seem accurate [sob]
pronouns: you/your
genre: headcanons, pure crack
Arataki Itto
he’s all for it for games
video games? alright!
though it took you a while to explain how the game works because he’s like: “waitwaitwaitwait— what’s the button to shut the doors? OHHHH okay, okay, i got you. and what about the cameras?”
we love our himbo oni
expect him to scream at anything that pops up
like when bonnie/chica appears on either door
he SCREECHES and then brushes it off like “oh, that’s nothing. just a warmup.”
alright man
when he passed the first night he’s flexing real hard. “YEAAAHHHH YOU SEE THAT Y/N??? i passed the first night!”
“yeah good job, just four more nights to go.”
his laughing dies down like: “haha… im sorry what?”
i can picture the look on his face. pure shock.
and then when he saw foxy run up to the door he goes: “uhhh isn’t he supposed to chill at his little cave-“ MANS SCREAMED AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS FROM THE JUMPSCARE AND YOU COULD SEE THE LOOK ON HIS FACE
you’re just laughing at him, laughing even more that you see him immediately hide behind you after that
“we.. are NOT playing that again.”
“come onnnnn you’re backing out already?”
“UHHH UH YEAH no YES? NO? YEAH??? NO— YEAH? NAHHH”
i love itto sm
Xiao
tbh once you told him of the game he’s like: “you mortals and your amusement towards virtual-related matters.”
like bro we know we need to go outside more often
anyways, after tons of persuasion and pestering he gave in seeing there’s no way to avoid this topic
sitting down with your snacks, you see him being a total tryhard. checking cameras, the doors, all that stuff. he’s multitasking at this rate
you didn’t explain anything to him??? how does he know this??? and this is all new to him???
it’s kinda impressive but it’s eerie how he manages to learn all of that as he goes
you didn’t ask though because if you ever ask he’ll go “you have no respect for the-“ yeah we get it you’re built different
i can imagine him muttering “mortals find this terrifying? i don’t see what’s sinister in this virtual game. this is nothing.”
typical xiao
when he beats a night he’s so unbothered like “okay i won now moving on”
mans speedrunning the game with a straight face, he’s focused as you can tell
he could be a professional gamer if he ever tries to be one imo
he’s just so good it’s unreal
he knows what he’s doing
there’s times where he ALMOST dies and mans clutched it every time almost giving you a heart attack
not a single jumpscare appeared on screen
when he finishes the game he says: “there. i’ve completed your game.” and walks away leaving you flabbergasted and slightly traumatized from the many times he almost dies
what a pro gamer move from xiao
Shenhe
okay well when you asked her if she’ll be willing to play it she literally said yes no questions asked
when you mentioned it to be a scary game she assumed she needs to be involved since there’s “scary monsters”
so that’s probably why she took up the offer so fast
she’s sat, in front of the game screen, staring at it in silence
you’re there like “..okay so, these are the controls—“
“why’s this bear malfunctioning?”
“ah, so that’s—“
“is it a robotic creature?”
“yeah and—“
“huh, that’s interesting.. i’ve never seen something like that before.”
shenhe let us finish
but that’s alright because she has pretty privilege
she’d be the type to ask too many questions, sometimes questions you’ve never expected to be asked from her
“the cameras are used to watch over these creatures? the doors are used to protect the player from them? the battery percentage drains overtime by how much you use it for the functions around us?” “am i supposed to harm them?”
listen she needs this for scientific purposes
after a lot of explaining, she’s got it. she’s a fast learner
same with xiao, she’s speedrunning the game with a straight face. she may have gotten a few jumpscares but when she does she’s unphased.
“i know i’ve failed to surpass this night but is this supposed to scare me?”
LMFAO SHENHE
she’s good at the game, she’s like a casual player but she has a lot of persistence to beat the game and i mean a LOT
that’s cause she wants to you know,, attempt to stop the “evil” by beating the game <3
Hu Tao
this one goes to my upcoming birthday friend
hu tao LOVES scary things, so of course she’s going to play fnaf
she’d be the type to laugh at the slight and actual jumpscares
bonnie appearing? she giggles and shuts the door. chica jumpscares? she goes: “oh! heheheh looks like the chicken’s got me!”
hu tao how-
when you get scared by a jumpscare she’ll look at you and say “oh! y/n! you’re scared? not to worry! i will deal with this game, just watch!”
oh boy
she’ll be smiling the whole time while playing because she hasn’t done something like this before
tbh she’ll be like “this is more fun than taking my nightly strolls! this seems to be more interesting! i believe there’s something up with these creatures as well! and im dying to know!”
she’s having way too much fun
i can imagine when she passed a night she hums with the tune and does a little victory dance
she even took your hands and dance with her too
she really really loves the game, and she’s willing to play more of them <3
#✏️ lume writes#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#itto x reader#xiao x reader#shenhe x reader#hu tao x reader#genshin#genshin impact#genshin headcanons#genshin impact headcanons#genshin impact imagines#genshin impact crack#genshin crack
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any thoughts on how SM!5 and JT!5 would react to each other or do we just gotta let em sniff each other under the door
I've talked about all three Fives meeting before HERE, but just SM!5 and Number meeting... I do think that has different vibes without Canon!Five there. They are so close to being the same person. The only thing that separates them is an email; that fateful drunk email to Sarah that launched Number on a completely different trajectory from SM5.
I think no matter what point they meet after their divergence from one another, they don't get along. They're too similar, their divergence point so small, they bring out each other's worst insecurities. We'll put their meeting after the events of HIT, where Number has all the answers to time travel. This is already an infuriating point for SM5, because why the fuck did that version of him get all the answers handed to him and not him? It's a defensive wall he can throw up, that at least he's figuring it out for himself and that does make him better than Number.
Number puts so much pressure on SM5, shines too harsh of a light on all the ways his life hasn't really gone right, it makes him insanely defensive. Sure, Number has... everything, but is he a spy? Does he get to live in his own house in Scotland with his dog? Is he seeing the world on important missions with an unofficial archenemy? No, he's dumb and sits in an office/in class doing that thing neither of them are supposed to be doing and time traveling.
From Number's side, it puts a really stark light on how big of an impact Rob and Sarah had on his life. Without them, he would be a drunk who never sees or talks to his siblings and live way far away doing weird missions as a spy (...which, actually, is Very Cool but he will never ever let SM5 know that). Number is still winning as Most Functional Five, but he doesn't have the same ammo he had over canon!Five and SM5 can get into his head and make him overthink how much of his success he can attribute to himself. At least he has time travel to hold over SM5 but SM5 keeps throwing that in his face, too, for the same reason.
I don't think it's as explosive as canon!Five and Number's meeting, but I do think it's more vicious. Rob would have his work cut out keeping the peace between them because they're both more socially functional than canon!Five and they're so close to the same person that they know exactly what weak points to hit. And, again, I can't emphasize enough that all of this aggression towards one another stems from insecurity and trying to reassure themselves that they're doing life better and are better than the other one. Protecting their egos and the life choices they made to get to where they are. It's all a defense mechanism.
SM5 has a harder time convincing himself that he is better than Number (because Number does have friends and family and a PhD, which are all things he wants but couldn't figure out how to get himself) which makes him meaner, which makes Number meaner in response, which makes SM5 meaner, which makes...
Letting them sniff under the door first may be a good idea.
#they would be fucking exhausting to be in a room with#and i think they'd work together even worse than number and five work together#mostly because i don't think SM5 can let himself relax enough to actually work with number#it puts his ego too much at risk to have to acknowledge when number is right about something#He's Doing Just Fine Without Those Fancy Adult Friends And Degree Thank You Very Much#See? He's So Good And Functional#five is so distinct from the other two and they also owe him for not being him that it is easier to put natural five-self-hatred aside#thanks for the ask!#i love thinking about all the fives#their little differences and whatnot#it's fun#ask response#number#shifting mirrors#ficblogging#jt#hit#sm5
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i have some answers! 🤍
1 - favorite fic of yours.
truly, i have like 10+ favorite drabbles of yours, but i always find myself rereading “in which cruel fate leads you and jungkook to bright places”. that one really describes them as a couple. idk you can see how their love works (if that even makes sense💀). like how they function in their relationship. and they weren’t even together (in the same place / next to each other) in the first half yet i can still see how each of them are so full of love for one another.
6 - Something I remember vividly from reading one of your fics.
everytime i see in the soop kookie especially the ones with the -not so covering- pajamas i immediately went “oh no his scraped and bruised knees :(“ hshahahs i love that drabble sm <3
7 - What made me the most emotional after reading.
again, “in which cruel fate leads you and jungkook to bright places” :] but i think the first one that made me emotional was “in which you get your period and jungkook just wants to be with you” i think this one was one of the first drabbles i’ve read and i was ugly crying.
11 - Something I wish/hope you write.
i just wish that maybe the tannies can make a bit more cameo hihi but at the same time i like how your stories focus on just their relationship and not his hectic life as an idol :’) (they deserve some peaceful and quiet life 🥲)
14 - A fic I didn't expect to like so much.
many moooonnss!! so cute.
AND THE LAST ONE OMG ARE WE GETTING AN ENGAGEMENT RING?!?!
have a great day art!
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HELLO TULIP ANONIE 🌷🫂
omg 10+ is crazy sometimes i forget that i’ve actually written a loooot ㅠㅠ and honestly that mightttt be my favorite too i just loved writing that so much even though it was energy consuming lol it made me both smile and cry a bit because they’re just so lovely as both humans and couple <3 :") and i’m so happy that you feel the same way!!!!
“oh no his scraped and bruised knees :(” I CRIED OMG YOU’RE SO CUTE
yeahhh they do focus more on their quality time together but a different drabble i was supposed to post last week actually has a tannie cameo 🤭 but i ended up writing the kdrama one first bec of the aos edits on my fyp making me cry </3
MANY MOONS!!! my baby and my childhood yayyy you like it i didn’t even know you’ve read it 🥹🥹🥹 THANK YOU BABY
AND MAYBEEEEE when jungkook finally figures out which gem and gem cut to buy hehehe
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I love your Pokèmon blog so much, Mars and Pluto are such cool characters! Blease spare a few fun facts about them? Also, what is the difference between bitter and sweet malasada?
OMG THANK YOU SM!!!!!!!! YES ID LOVE TO SPARE SOME FACTS UHH LEMME SEE !!!!
Mars originally was supposed to be a bit of a creature, having small horns which she hid under her had, but I retconned it since I couldn't really find a way to make it work. Plus I think she's perfect the way she is <3
Also another Mars fact, her voice claim is Mabel Pines from Gravity Falls! I decided on this after rewatching that clip where Mabel lights off a firework while screaming "I AM THE GOD OF DESTRUCTION!!!" and went yep. Thaaaaat's Mars, alright.
Tiramisu, Pluto's Eevee, hasn't evolved despite being with him for years. This isn't due to a lack of care or anything really, she just prefers to be an Eevee! She likes to be small. Easier to be held <3
In Hisui, Pluto was pretty distrustful of everyone. But he did warm up to Cyllene after a while. He thought she was cool.
Mars befriended Mesprit during her stay in Hisui! She didn't catch them, of course, but I'd like to think they were frequently seen running around together.
Pluto hasn't caught any legendaries but has worked with Lunala to traverse Ultra Wormholes. He describes the experience of travelling through one as, "Like a fast flowing current, but not wet."
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Ok so basically bitter and sweet malasadas are just. Exactly how they sound. One has a bitter filling and the other has a sweet filling! Each shop has a different kind of filling that meets the criteria so each is unique! Theres also more flavors that go along with the typical in-game selection: Sweet, Sour, Dry, Bitter, and Spicy! There's also Mystic Malasadas but they're kinda hard to come by! I'm not sure how they'd taste, maybe they function similar to Stardrops in Stardew Valley, the flavor reflecting your favorite food. That or Cotton Candy.
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"megazardx2: I usually don’t bother to debate over things anymore, especially when it comes to Pokémon, but check out this thing that one of my buddies wrote on Lusamine’s anime version: http://aminoapps.com/p/16f6ua. ‘Cause I felt like Lusamine in the anime was a letdown, too, until I read this."
I can check it out, but I might do so later. I am admittedly only 7 episodes in, there's room for improvement or change, but at current, this is my stance on her. And while I'm willing to hear the other perspective, it is going to take a lot to change my mind on this one.
"(There is one thing that confuses me, though. Lots of people say that Lusamine in SM was infected by Nihilego’s toxins before the events of the game, which is ultimately why she went totally crazy; I totally believed that myself, but some people like Kaito say there’s no real evidence for that in-game, and that her own underlying issues were 100% the reason. I’m not really sure which one is true.)"
Okay I lied I'm reading it immediately and am about to tear it to shreds, because part of my answer to this part is also why I'm not agreeing with this person in the slightest.
That's the appeal, man. You don't know what SM Lusamine's deal was on purpose. Part of that is motivations are complex. Maybe the loss of her husband to the UBs caused her to seek them out. Maybe she came into contact with it and that caused her grasp on things to slip. Maybe she was just always cruel and controlling. Maybe it's a bit of all of it. A relatively controlling person at baseline having a serious traumatic event in the loss of their loved one causes them to tighten that grip, and if a toxin that negates the metaphorical ego and tanks executive functioning skills is also in play, it amplifies it that much more. You're left to infer what Lusamine's exact deal is...because it doesn't matter.
A huge moral around the workaholic neglectful parent is that yes, we all know about capitalism, and the demands it places on you to constantly work. The higher up you go, the less time you have for yourself, etc etc. But it doesn't matter. A good reason isn't going to remove how it's impacting your kids. Lillie and Gladion suffer from abuse, and regardless of the reason Lusamine is like that, it doesn't make that abuse any less real. Does it matter to Lillie whether Lusamine's actions are a result of toxins, trauma, or just being awful? It might as far as her decision whether or not to reconcile after the events, but it doesn't for the story that's being told. There's not a right answer because it's not important.
But there is a wrong answer, and it's interpreting Lusamine as "just crazy." Because man, what does that even mean? It's like when lazy fiction just calls the evil guy the "mad king," like fucker what makes them mad? You can't just say they're crazy and call it a day, that's condensing a lot of very broad traits into a single point to dismiss any nuance as just "being crazy." Regardless of what you land on, deciding the initial iteration of Lusamine is just crazy for crazy's sake, is dismissing everything about her and considering her a non-entity. Which...I guess you can do. The story is centered on Lillie after all, Lusamine isn't really an important figure to flesh out beyond knowing the abuse she's inflicted. But for someone claiming Lusamine's a favorite, it's a fucking weird stance to take.
Like, they go on to state that it makes little sense for Lusamine to seemingly turn on a dime after being freed from Nihilego, and that the message is supposed to be just accept them, but that's...not what's happening. Lusamine acknowledges Lillie, sure, but the decision to stay with her and work on things is Lillie's choice. She's under no obligation, but like a lot of kids dealing with this stuff, of course she wants to believe her mother cares. Does she? Doesn't she? Up to interpretation; the story we're telling doesn't give you those answers. You'd decide for yourself in this situation, and make you own choice about where to go from here; we're not here to hand you an all-encompassing answer because there isn't one. The story is solely here to say abuse is abuse, you should recognize it for what it is and acknowledge that what your parents have done is awful, and be willing to call it what it is. From there, everyone makes their own call. And it is, admittedly, endlessly annoying to see takes like this. Like I'm sorry you can't deal with ambiguity and need your children's media to tell you explicitly how to think, feel, and react to things. Maybe the reason your opener talks about kids media not doing good with nuance is more a personal skill issue.
God, I keep wanting to just move on to the anime part, but every few paragraphs I have to stop and harp on this. "Lusamine's not supposed to be sympathetic but the games are clearly trying to make her so with the "when did you become so beautiful" and lack of any punishment or berating her choices." Like Jesus, what punishment do you think fits? Is being poisoned so bad by the toxins from the thing she chased and having estranged relationships with her own kids not sufficient for you? Does that not count? Do we need to rub her nose in it? Have more extraneous dialogue in the already overly wordy game about how wrong she was despite that being the entire narrative? Should we just kill her? That seems to be the go-to.
And the Ghetsis thing. Sounds like someone doesn't know the extended lore, because Masters absolutely tried to have N grapple with this exact same problem. Sure, Ghetsis is evil and only ever been out for himself, but he's on Pasio now, removed from his former power, and claims to want to start again, and now N has conflicted feelings between not trusting the man who used and abused him, but still wanting a relationship with the man who he called his father for so long. And guess what, that story fucks severely. It's one of the best DeNA ever turned out. Sure, it lands on "Ghetsis is a bastard and never to be trusted," but they put a lot of emphasis on the idea that yeah, this is a pretty normal response to abuse coming from someone you cared about and trusted once. Even Silver gets in on how yeah, he gets the complicated feelings despite always seeming so assured of anger as the correct response, and (rightly) gets snappy when people try to dismiss the solution as obvious. It's not about whether the parent is sympathetic. It's about the kid's reaction to it and those conflicted feelings. That's the story's focus. You can determine whether they're being sincere for yourself. You shouldn't need the game holding your hand through it. Ambiguity is not the same as saying it's all fine.
Like I hate to say it, but this person's reason for liking anime Lusamine best is that she's just the easiest pill to swallow. Of course you better like the character that's watered down and not as intense. Of course you like the one whose flaws are more understandable and thus tamer and more forgivable; more sympathetic. They're written to be more approachable. I'd be willing to bet that, despite the intro talking about how their opinion is likely fringe, theirs is pretty stock standard, given how many people praise USUM Lusamine over SuMo Lusamine. When she's less extreme, she's easier to sympathize with, and consider a "good person." Though USUM asks you to turn off critical thinking brain and shift to just "is Lusamine good" with a definite "Yes" as the answer; at least the anime tries for nuance, even if they have to make a completely different character to do so.
But that doesn't make them better. That doesn't even make her more complex. You're willing to claim complexity of anime Lusamine because you directly understand what's going on. Part of that is the anime takes more time to actually tell you Lusamine's deal, which is certainly a component of being more complex. The more time dedicated, the more you have to work on. But they also completely disregard any obligation to read into Lusamine from the games. They literally don't even try. They're willing to write all actions off as "just crazy" and then complain that the game must want them to feel sympathy and didn't do enough to condemn her actions. Like I'm sorry, but this kinda reeks of that moral purity "how am I supposed to know what the real moral is if it's not spelled out" shit. You think about it. You engage with it. Empathize with the characters and consider what you'd do in that situation, why the situation might be complex, why characters might take the actions they did. And they just. Do not. Which is fine, no one's forcing you, but don't come back to me and bitch that they did a bad job in the writing when you weren't willing to do your part.
God, I needed that. I've been in such a slump lately, and nothing gets the juices flowing like being irritated at mundane stuff. Thanks for sharing!
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❧ 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ☙
➤ @luposcainus asked:
[ sms ]: if you’re not busy, could we hang out today?
Hermione, being the witch she was, was currently going through her current assignments, making sure she had annotated sections correctly, that her essay was clear to read and all her points were made. Ginny had asked her hours ago to take a step out from her dorm room to get some fresh air, but alas, the work wasn't going to complete itself even if it was due in several weeks. Hermione liked to be punctual, and getting the work done weeks before meant that she had the time to hang out with her friends and peers. Call her a swot, she won't care.
But hours stretched on, blending together almost, before she spotted one of her journals glowing. Fred and George had created a magical journal, like a texting sort of system. It was a multiple way function, and each journal had its own special number that wizards and witches could etch in the back as if to list other people's journals as a contact which would fade after time so no one can snag it and steal the names and numbers. It was a consensual sort of thing from what she gathered. An interesting sort of contraption, and it was amazing how the twins got it to work—but regardless, they were flying off of the shelves left and right.
Hermione pulled her journal to her, flipping it open and flicking through pages to the appropriate contact that was glowing for her attention. Caspian, the name read, and was requesting to hang out. Grabbing her quill, one made specifically for the journal, Hermione began to etch into the book's parchment.
Yes, I suppose we can. I've just finished up my Transfigurations essay, and laying out the plans for the prefects.
Being Head Girl meant her work was never really done at the end of the day. Scheduling, splitting off prefects for nightly patrols of the castle, her own patrols, the whole works. A pain to most people, but a THRILL to her.
Are you available now? I could meet you in the Great Hall if you'd prefer.
#✦ 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐎 ➜ ｢ In Character ｣#✦ 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐌 ➜ ｢ Answered ｣#✦ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝟎𝟏 ➜ ｢ Eighth Year ｣#﴾ luposcainus ﴿ ⇢ Caspian Dorian Wolfe#⦗✦| Me‚ changing texts into magical parchment?? Y e s |✦⦘#⦗✦| I sure AM |✦⦘
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Given the fact that Norman most likely had DID, the whole serum plot was (and is) unrealistic. I don’t understand why Hollywood loves pretending like DID is a made up mental illness when it really is not.
Before I get into this, I want to point out that I have little to no knowledge of DID and that I’m not super familiar with the lore of Norman/Green Goblin across Spiderman media as I am with other characters. Therefore I might not be the best expert on this subject. (Also, Hollywood tends to 'glamorize' or exaggerate certain things and pretend its easy to cure certain illnesses when in reality it's not. Or try to win sympathy points by covering those topics and failing miserably when they don't really understand what they are covering. Which is good enough reason not to waste money on those particular films as a movie-watcher).
My understanding is that Green Goblin functions as similar to how the serum worked in Captain America. It amplified Norman to superhuman strength and durability, but it also amplified the negative traits he had (basically what happened to Red Skull if he didn’t get deformed in the process).
I see the Green Goblin as a way for all of Norman’s repressed negative qualities and desires to come out... except I feel that Goblin is always there regardless of what Norman says (the board meeting and the thanksgiving dinner scene come to mind). He says that he doesn’t remember things whenever he is the Goblin... but Goblin is just simultaneously there alongside Norman.
In fact when I was a kid, it felt as if it WAS still Norman under the mask and that he was able to act out his darker urges. ‘The Goblin made me do it’ felt like an excuse. And in Spiderman (2002) it felt as if the Norman and Goblin were very much the same compared to how No Way Home tried to frame the relationship as more along the traditional Jekyll and Hyde set up. That was very much Norman at the parade in SM as it was the Goblin at the parade.
And that’s why I knew I’d be on edge when Norman would finally show up in No Way Home. Even though that’s Norman talking to May at F.E.A.S.T. and he looks like some harmless homeless guy.... it still felt like Green Goblin was still there and was listening/watching everything. Even Norman being alone with May made me uneasy and I KNEW he’d take a dark interest not just with M.J. (for being a variant of Mary Jane) but with the other super villains. When he was calling for Peter when Strange was about to press the button on the box, it felt as if Goblin was there wanting to play on Peter’s compassion (especially when he knew Peter wasn’t ok with sending them all to their possible death).
Then we get the scene where Goblin FINALLY pops back up in the apartment. You could argue that a part of Norman didn’t want to give up the powers that came with being the Goblin, or that the conversation with Otto accidentally triggered Norman’s second thoughts, which lead to the Goblin coming out. (I know Peter’s spider sense goes off the moment GG is supposed to surface.... but we hear GG emerging just before the spider sense goes off. And that moment either works in favor of this discussion or against it).
Also it’s worth nothing that GG doesn’t come out until after Otto is cured. Either because: 1) to see if Peter really was capable of curing the supervillains or not 2) GG wanted Doc Ock out of the way because he wanted to kill Peter and thus destroy another Spiderman that he could still corrupt 3) Norman still wanted to see his friend healed and wasn’t willing to let GG out at that specific time. (And this is assuming GG isn’t ‘just a split personality.’) To me its looking like a combination of all three for now.
To be honest, Norman is a lot more difficult for me to figure out compared to Otto. Both men are having their worst traits amplified when they are super villains, but Otto’s case involves an external force. With Norman... well there was probably some stuff there long before he drank that serum. Hell, maybe what happened in the lab when he killed that scientist caused enough trauma for him to try to create a second personality as a way to excuse himself from those actions. And in most media, Norman regards the Goblin as his ‘real’ self and that his civilian identity is the ‘mask,’ so maybe a bit of that could be in play. (But then again, there’s some other odd changes the movie made to Norman. I get they were trying to humanize him, but I’m baffled that movie!Norman didn’t think so highly of his wife while comic!Norman regarded Emily as ‘the only best friend’ in his entire life.).
Again, I’m not buying the ‘I don’t know what happens when Goblin’s in control’ because... it’s pretty clear that he remembers killing May at the very end when he does get cured. And he acts as if its his own fault and he’s not shifting the blame onto another.
One last thing before I go (and I’m sorry Anonymous if my response wasn’t good enough)... I remembered that Harry took the serum too. Except he never developed an alternate personality/identity like his father. And the visions of Norman happened towards the end of SM2 right before he found the Goblin’s room. So this further supports the possibility that Norman is trying to project his urges onto another ‘personality’ as a way to escape the horrors he causes when he gives into his urges.
#spiderman#norman osborn#green goblin#some of my favorite stories involve split personalities but they are not the result of mental illness or DID
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Request!: So, I can't write my own Techo right now cuz I'm recovering from surgery, but I really loved your art of them. maybe a ficlet to go with that? <3
ok so i loved writing this sm, like, i love these two with my entire being. tysm for the request, i hope you’re recovering well! (fic under cut⬇️)
Word count: 807
TW: None
heres the art its based off of⬇️
"Okay, hold still."
Tech spoke in an almost whisper as he pressed his thumbs into Echo's prosthetic hand.
Echo looked down at Tech, snapping out of his thoughts. He had begun to let his hand drift as his thoughts did the same while Tech made some tweaks to his prosthetic. He could feel the little tools and pricks on his hand through the false nerves that connected to his real ones. It never felt right, or even close to how his flesh hand felt, but it worked the way it was supposed to and thats what mattered.
"Tell me if you feel this." Tech said, holding up a thin needle tool and poking right in the middle of the hand.
Echo watched his fingers twitch and curl down. He could feel it, it felt like a muffled and distant buzz. It wasn't the best feeling, it felt robotic and forced, but he got used to it a while ago.
"I feel it." Echo answered quietly and wiggled his fingers again.
Tech nodded and reached for another tool. His goggles were pushed up onto his forehead—like they usually were when he worked on things—and his curls seemed to squish around them. It was unfamiliar but refreshing to see Tech's eyes naturally and not covered by the plastoid.
"Tech," Echo sighed and began to pull his hand away, but Tech pulled him back. "Do we have to do this?"
The commando frowned as he examined another tool and met Echo's eyes with his own.
"Well, these upgrades are not necessarily crucial, but they are convenient to have." Tech spoke, going back to poking at the hand.
Echo furrowed his eyebrows. Tech had been on him a lot lately about upgrades and things for his hand—more then usual. Echo of course didn't mind, but sometimes it felt like it was all they did together. It was weird, and almost like the two of them were prodding and beating around the bush of what they could be.
And possibly wanted to be.
"You could do those later." Echo suggested, shrugging and glancing around the makeshift workshop.
"It would be unfinished..." Tech mumbled through the tool between his teeth before looking up.
Echo looked Tech in the eye and tried to talk more with his eyes. Sometimes it was easier that way with Tech. He was so constantly wrapped up in whatever project or upgrade he was working on, that he blocked out or didn't process most of what the squad said to him. Not in a rude or unkind way at all, that was just Tech and how he functioned. Visual was better sometimes.
Tech snatched the tool out of his mouth and set it down.
"I suppose the upgrades could wait." He said, looking down with a considerate face and still holding Echo's hand.
Echo smiled and reached for Tech's surprised face.
Echo turned his chin to look up towards him. He leaned closer to Tech and gave his best warm smile, and right before their noses touched, he stopped.
Tech was an interesting person. He could tell you anything and everything about a single piece if equipment or technology like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He wasn't exactly the greatest at communication and sometimes left things out that the squad really should've known three gunfights earlier, but he tried and was usually on the same page as everyone.
Now when it came to emotions or feeling anything that wasn't physical, Tech struggled a bit in that area. He was used to keeping his needs and wants pushed down and un-prioritized—mainly from the shitty training and teaching of Kamino—so he tried to fulfill those needs and wants by the squads other priorities. Like upgrades, on prosthetics, blasters, vibroblades, rifles, armor, all the things that would require him to spend time with them. It was an interesting way to cope, and Echo wished that Tech would just tell him what he wanted, besides new upgrades on things.
Tech opened his mouth to say something but Echo quickly cut him off.
"Let's spend time together."
Might as well just go for it if Tech wont.
Tech's eyes widened as a faint blush crept onto his cheeks. He pressed his thumbs harder into Echo's palm.
"I- " Tech whispered, and stared at Echo's hand. "Really?"
"Is that what you want?" Echo asked, with his eyes too.
The corner of Tech's lips twitched upwards as he processed Echo's words.
"Yes." Tech answered after a few seconds. "I want to spend time together."
Warmth spread through Echo's chest and he smiled, dropping his right hand to grab Tech's hand with his left.
"Let's go on a walk." Echo said, still smiling, and began to tug Tech out of the workshop.
Tech laughed and followed along eagerly.
#so sorry these took so long#im back from vacation now so i can write with my keyboard now#i hope you like it!#i love these two sm#theyre so sweet#tech is not good at emotions#he’ll fix your robotic hand tho#cuties#cloneshipping#clonecest#the bad batch#tech#echo#tech/echo#echo/tech#tech x echo#echo x tech#fanfic#request
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The potential in a "Laurent Lives" au is insane. Edward would want to kill him for trying to kill Bella. Bella would be like, "uh, Jasper tried to kill me, too? And was going to kill me before we were even dating?" Laurent could give the Cullens intel on Victoria way sooner so that the Cullens don't look like idiots all through Eclipse. the Denali would help with the newborns and maybe, in doing so, they could get Bree out of the way of Jane and save her. How would the Pack feel? And so on.
So much potential, right?
What is so confusing to me about her decision to kill off Laurent and Victoria in the middle books is that she just . . .didn’t have to?
Laurent is killed off-screen/off-page. Bella doesn’t see it. She doesn’t even know about it for awhile. There’s literally no reason SM couldn’t have gone with “the wolves chased him off but he escaped” and let him keep his happy ending with Irina after seeing how dangerous helping Victoria was.
And Victoria’s GIFT is self-preservation/evasion. Her escaping in Eclipse so she could still be the one to cause the Volturi to come down on the Cullens over Renesmee would still totally work?? She didn’t need to throw Irina and Laurent under the bus here at all. So much about the Forever Dawn ending was untouchable to her, but not Irina/Laurent, because it wasn’t Bella-centric.
Part of the reason BD does feel so disconnected from the rest of the series to me is because the three ‘bad’ vampires from the first book are all killed in each of the first three books. That feels like an ending? That feels done. And so in BD it’s like “oh we have this whole new conflict with the Volturi who aren’t supposed to be bad but now they definitely are!” If she had kept Laurent and Victoria alive, it wouldn’t have felt like that, IMO. It would still feel related to the earlier books by having them appear, Laurent now golden-eyed and on the Cullens’ side, Victoria trying to get the Volturi to do what she could not and destroy the Cullens. It just a stronger narrative thread that way.
I suppose this may be a function of her originally being told it would be a trilogy and to wrap it up with Eclipse, though?
But yeah there’s SO much potential with Laurent surviving, being rattled by his close call with the wolves, realizing that Victoria doesn’t care about him at all and will get him killed. Confessing to Irina what he almost did, begging forgiveness, asking if they should warn the Cullens because they don’t know the danger that Bella is in, etc. Edward doesn’t have to come back if say, Jasper and Emmett and Alice just show up to take out Victoria or whatever. Or Alice could use this information as a way to try and bring Edward back, like how Rosalie told him about Bella’s ‘death’ to get him to come home, Alice calls him up (she would see how many times she’d have to call before he’d pick up/what time he’d be in the mood to pick up) and be like “Bella’s not safe with us gone you have to come home” or whatever. There are so many ways to do this that would let Laurent and Irina be complicated and flawed and plot-relevant that can still get us to the Forever Dawn/Breaking Dawn ending with Bella the Super Shield scaring the Volturi away.
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Angry Little Guy
My Hero Acadameia - Kirishima/Bakugou
A/N: heyyy haven’t written in a hot minute (again lmao)!! my mental health has been taking a tolls recently so writing has been hard, but i still hope y’all enjoy what i wrote today!! i love these boys sm and i hope to write some more for them in the future :) hope u enjoy!! xx
Summary: After Ms. Joke visits the school and forces Bakugou to laugh after he was being a grumpy-butt in class, Kirishima can’t help that he just wants to hear that cute little laugh again. But when Bakugou refuises to laugh any other way, Kirishima decides to use some...persuasive methods :))
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Today was a physical training day for Class 1A, all the students gathering in the training gym in their matching blue and red outfits ready for whatever task Aizawa had prepared for them that day. Aizawa’s demeanor today, however, was just a little…off. Sure, he was being hs regular boring, monotonous self, but something about the way his eyes seemed to sink deeper into their sockets, and the way his back seemed somehow more slouched than usual, showed that the class’s teacher was a little more annoyed today than he already was regularly.
“Does Aizawa-Sensei seem more…upset than usual?” Kirishima scratched his neck worriedly, heck cocked as he watched Aizawa pinch the bridge of his nose.
“I don’t know, man, the guy’s never exactly been the bubbly type. Maybe he just got less sleep than normal,” Denki shrugged, his eyes also meeting the groggy teacher stood in front of their whole class. “What do you think, Bakugou? Think Aizawa woke up on the wrong side of the bed or what?”
“Shut the fuck up, Sparkplug, he’s about to start class,” Bakugou grumbled, not even glancing down at his bright blonde counterpart for a second.
“Okay everyone, it’s time to shut up,” Aizawa spoke loudly, his eyes tense as he stared the teens in front of him down. The mumbles in the room went silent as Aizawa began his lesson. “Today’s gonna be a little…different. Despite my pleas against this, you’ll be taught your training by a different pro-hero today from Ketsubutu High.”
Muffled whispers slowly rose up from the crowd of teens before Aizawa, mumbling predictions of who the hell could be teaching them today and why it wasn’t someone already from their school. Of course, as always, Iida’s hand was the first to shoot up and question this strange decision.
“Aizawl-Sensei, why are we being taught by a teacher from another school? Why not use any of the many teachers we have available at UA?”
“Unfortunately, Nezu believes it would be best for you all to not only be trained by the same heroes, as you need to widen your options for training techniques, especially considering many of you need to learn better techniques of distraction. Which is exactly why they’ve brought in-“
“Helloooo~!” The gym doors behind the students’ burst open, a female figure standing in the doorway with her hands on his hips and a bright, wide smile imprinted on her face.
“Oh no way!” Sero pointed excitedly towards the woman. “It’s Ms. Joke!”
“That’s right, future pro-heroes!” Ms. Joke began making her way over toward Aizawa, his glare on her intensifying with every step she got closer.
“Ohhh, now I get why he’s been so moody all morning,” Kiri whispered to Denki, the two sharing a knowing glance as they both grinned.
“Joke, why are you so late? You were supposed to be here an hour ago so we could discuss-“
“Oh cmon, Eraser, don’t be so serious! Just got caught up in a little morning traffic is all, plus spreading a few smiles along the way!” Joke grinned widely at the stoic man beside her. “Y’know, I’m always happy to spread a few more smiles as long as they’re coming from your cute little face-“
“That’s enough, Joke. Please get on with the lesson,” Aizawa rolled his eyes, refusing to look over at his extremely smiley counterpart.
“Whatever you say, future husband!”
“Not your future husband-“
“Okay guys! So who here knows about my quirk and can explain it properly to the rest of the class?” Joke asked, followed by multiple hands shooting up into the air, Deku’s even waving about excitedly (as this IS his favorite thing in the world to discuss).
“Hmm…how about…you! Mr. Grumpy in the front!” Joke exclaimed, pointing towards Bakugou. His arms were crossed in contempt, eyes glaring into Joke’s happy persona like his gaze alone could burn right through it.
“I didn’t even raise my hand,” Bakugou scowled at his higher-up, his stance never wavering. “How do you know I have any idea who you are?”
Ms. Joke smirked at Katsuki. “Y’know, teachers talk, Bakugou,” the mention of his name made his eyes grow a little wide in surprise, not expecting her to know him by name. “Sure, I know you from the sports festival, but I also know you from a little more than that. I know that you’re an angry little guy who doesn’t like not being at the top, and you find satisfaction in knowing more than your peers. I also know you’re very smart, and you’re well educated on the status of most- if not all- pro-heroes today. So, I’ll ask again; can you please explain to the class what my quirk is and how it functions?”
A silent but stressed pause fell over the group of teens. None of them had expected Joke to get so analytical on Bakugou like that, and it made them all feel a little fearful of what the “angry little guy” had to say next to her next. Bakugou’s glare on the woman deepened, his brow furrowing slightly.
“You can make people laugh uncontrollably, basically making it easier for you to fight them with one-on-one combat. And if you want me to be honest,” Bakugou’s face contorted into an ugly smirk, his arms crossing tighter as his body leaned in ever so slightly towards the hero. “-it’s one of the lamest quirks I’ve ever seen from a pro-hero.”
The air in the room was suddenly 10x thicker than before, almost making it harder for the students to catch a healthy breath. Ms. Joke only smiled fondly at the teen before her, walking closer to him until they were face-to-face.
“Y’know Bakugou…ever since I saw you perform at the sports festival, seeing you so red-faced and angry the whole time, I couldn’t help but wonder…” Joke’s hands went to her hips as Bakugou’s smirk slowly began to fade. “…does that guy ever really laugh?”
Suddenly and without warning, Bakugou began belting out one of the screechiest laughs anyone in that gym had ever heard in their lives. His arms came down to his stomach, harshly crushing his abdomen as if this would cease the laughs at any capacity. After a second, one of his hands shot towards his mouth, after he must’ve finally realized how embarrassingly girly his laugh must’ve sounded.
“Oh my god, no way! Bakugou can laugh!” Denki shouted, pointing at the hysterical boy in front of him. The rest of the class erupted into giggles, unable to contain it after hearing that contagious laugh leave that angry little man.
“SHUHUHUT UHUP! THIS ISN’T FAHAHAHAIR!” Bakugou’s screams were muffled behind his hand, but it did nothing to mask the laughs coming out of the boy.
“So, is anyone who didn’t know about my quirk starting to get how it works?” Joke giggled, Bakugou now crumbling to the floor on his knees without even meaning to. After another moment, his laughs began to die down to soft titters, before standing back up on shaky legs. To his dismay, his face was flushed an adorable shade of pink, and though everyone noticed it, no one dared to make a comment. His eyes made their way to Joke’s, an angry flash of light glaring from them.
“YOU MADE YOUR POINT YET, HAG?!” Bakugou shouted, his hands in a combat position by his sides, making small explosions not big enough to hurt a fly from his palms.
“Yes, actually. I think we’re ready to move on to the lesson at hand!”
-
“Man, I still feel sore after training today. Who knew Ms. Joke could be so ruthless at hand to hand combat!” Kirishima exclaimed, massaging his shoulder before turning back to his homework in his lap. He was sat crisscross on Bakugou’s bed, with said explosive teen leaning against the wall behind him also working on his homework.
“Whatever, Shitty-hair, it wasn’t that bad,” Bakugou rolled his eyes, earning him a shove on the knee from the red haired teen beside him.
“You’re just mad she had you laughing like a little girl in front of the class and you KNOW it!” Kiri chuckled.
“Hell yeah I’m mad, I’m fucking pissed! That hag had no right to do that, it made me look like a fucking idiot!” Bakugou grumbled throwing his head back and hitting the wall with a thud.
“Oh cmon, it wasn’t that bad, it was adorable! You should totally laugh like that more often, Bakubro. I know I’d sure love to hear it,” Kiri giggled, looking up at Bakugou, noting the small tinge of crimson painting his cheeks. He decided to be nice and not say anything, just like he had been at training.
“I’m not adorable, fuckface, and after that whole stunt I don’t think I’ll ever laugh again.”
“Bakubro, you know I can’t have that! I’ve gotta get my dose of Kats giggles every once and awhile, even if I have to pull em outta ya!” Kiri snickered, playfully shoving Bakugou in the shoulder. “In fact, I wanna hear you laugh right now! Cmon, gimme them giggles!”
Bakugou just looked up at Kirishima with the most blank expression he could possibly pull. Kirishima pouted, grabbing his and the other boy’s homework and moving it to the other side of the bed.
“Shitty-hair, I was working on that-!”
“Ah ah ah, Bakubro, you can get right back to your work as soon as I hear that laugh of yours that I heard earlier today!” Kirishima moved to sit cross-legged in front of Bakugou, giving him the dopiest smile he could pull in hopes to get the boy to giggle even a little.
Nothing.
“Kiri, I can’t just laugh on command. You’ve gotta do something funny, and you’re not a funny fucking person,” Bakugou’s expression remained partially blank, but Kirishima could spot that hint of mischievousness behind his eyes that got him all worked up and playful.
“Hmm…well, while I might disagree with you on that, it’s really hard to make you laugh. And trust me, I know that from experience,” Kirishima brought his hand up to scratch at his chin, looking Bakugou in the eyes experimentally. Then, a lightbulb went off over Kiri’s head.
“Hey, Bakugou?”
“Um…yes?”
“Are you ticklish?” Bakugou remained unwavered, but Kirishima could tell that question made the blood boy uneasy.
“No. Can I get back to my work now, Shitty-hair?”
“I already told you, we aren’t working until I hear you laugh. And, I don’t believe you.”
“Well you should, because I’m not.”
“Then can I?” Bakugou furrowed his brows confusedly at the question.
“Can you what?” Bakugou asked, his head leaning back in confusion.
“Can I tickle you? Y’know, since you aren’t ticklish.”
“No, that’s a stupid question, why would you tickle someone who isn’t-“ suddenly, Bakugou’s words halted as Kirishima grabbed the boy by his shoulders and turned him to push his back onto the bed. He sat down on the boys waist, pinning his hands beneath his knees, effectively trapping them. “WHAT THE HELL, SHITTY-HAIR?!”
“What? You said you aren’t ticklish, so this-“ Kirishima pulled Bakugou’s shirt up just above his lower ribs, before lightly and slowly tracing shapes into the boys sides. “-shouldn’t bother you at all.”
Bakugou’s entire body was as stiff as a board, his eyes shut tight and his mouth shut even tighter. His teeth grinder against one another and titter after titter left his lips against his mind’s wishes.
“Kiri- I- Stop- hehe-wait, just hold on a minutehehe-“ Bakugou giggled lightly, his hands struggling beneath Kiri’s knees. Then, Kirishima began digging his fingers into his ribs, and that’s when all hell broke loose for the explosive boy beneath him.
“WAHRHEIT! STOHOHOHOP! NOT FAIR! NOT FAHAHAHAIR!” Bakugou twisted and turned his body, but to absolutely no avail. Kirishima was massaging circles into Bakugou’s lower ribs, and the hysterical boy under him just couldn’t take it. “See? Now THIS is what I wanted to hear, Bakubro!” Kirishima moved his right hand down to skitter his nails on the boy's lower belly, resulting in high pitched squealy giggles to leave the Bakugou's lips. "Aw, you're so ticklish! I never expected this from you, it's so cute!" Kirishima cooed, only making Bakugou's laughs to grow more frantic and panicked.
"NOHOHO! NOHOHOT CUHUHUTE! NOT CUHUHUHU- AHAHAHA!" The boy's words trailed off into even more giggles as Kirishima brought his left hand down to sueeze at his hips. "NOHOHOT THEHERE! PLEASE! I CAHAHAHANT!"
"Aww, is this a bad spot, Bakugou?~ Is it really ticklish right there?~" Kirishima teased, now moving both hands down to sueeze and spider over his hips, which proved to be one of his worst spots so far.
"YEHEHES! TIHIHICKLES!" Bakugou screamed, his legs kicking out frantically behind Kiri as the red-head experimentally moved his fingers upwards and dipped into his bellybutton.
Bakugou let out the most high pitched scream Kirishima had ever heard.
"Oh my god, dude! Is it that bad here?" Kirishima used one nail to scratch at the inside walls of the navel, while another finger skittered around the entire button.
"BAHAHAHAD! SO BAHAHAD! PLEHEHEASE!" Bakugou whined, small prickles of tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
"Alright, alright, i'll quit. But-" Kirishima halted momentarily, his nails resting on Bakugou's lower tummy without moving. Even with the lack of movement, Bakugou couldn't help the small giggles that left his lips, his childish giggle box already turned on it's head, making those unmoving nails feel like their skittering all over his tummy. "-first you have to admit that your laugh is adorable."
Bakugou's eyes widened. "What?! Are you crazy?! I'm not gonna say something like th-hehehe!" Kirishima slowly began skittering over his lower tummy again, his fingers slowly but surely getting closer and closer towards his navel.
"Bakugou, you are way too ticklish to just not comply with me right now. Just say what I want and I'll let you go," Kirishima smiled, bringing one hand up to skitter at his lower ribs, resulting in a surprise shriek and louder giggles from the boy. "Unless...you don't want me to stop?"
Bakugou's entire face turned beet red, and this time Kirishima just couldn't help himself. "Aw, Bakugou~! Y'know, you're way more of a blusher than you'd like to admit, but that's just another thing that makes you intesnely adorable. So say it! Say you're adorbale!"
"Nohoho! I cahaha- Kiri plehehease! Don't make mehehe!" Bakugou whined, twisting his body as if trying to escape the unstoppable fingers on his torso.
"Cmon Kats~ Just say those two magic little words~"
"Alrihihight!" Bakugou shut his eyes tight, turning his face as much as he could to try and smush his words into the mattress. "I'm...I'm adorablehehe..."
Kirishima finally halted his fingers and moved them off the boy's body, but still not getting up off of his waist. "See? Was it that hard?"
"Yes!" Bakugou whined, finally pulling his hands out from under Kirishima's legs after the red-head gave him some leverage to, shoving them into his face to mask the ever-growing blush and smile emerging.
"You're too cute for me, Kats. I don't think I can handle it," Kirishima smiled fondly at the boy underneath him, his heart swelling in his chest unbeknownst to that angry little giggly guy.
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A/N: i hope u enjoyed!! i just love lee!bakugou so i rlly couldn’t help myself LMAOO he’s so cute wtf :(( anyways, if u enjoyed this pls consider liking and reblogging!! reblogging is much more appreciated as it helps spread my fic to more ppl :)) love u!! xx
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Walk You Home - l.jn
Pairing - Idol!Jeno x Idol!Reader
Genre - Fluff, friends to lovers, kinda crack-ish
Warnings - None (please feel free to let me know if I should add any though)
Summary - You met Jeno when you were a trainee and he had lent you his shoulder to cry on. He became one of your closest friends and one of your best supporters, eventually merging the two and becoming your best friend. Your friendship with Jeno was something you wouldn’t trade for anything, maybe aside for an actual relationship with him.
Word Count - 8.3k
A/N - this is inspired by a dream i had two months ago so it’s not really the best storyline lmao but let me know what you guys think. character inspo drawn from @t-aeycng as Soojin because she is truly a wonderful person and you should definitely check out her work as well
You ran up the stairs, stepping onto the stage overlooking the sea of fans, the largest audience you’ve ever performed in front of. You looked away from the crowd and your eyes instead settled on Jeno’s face, wanting nothing more than his comforting frame against yours but that was something you didn’t think you would ever tell him.
Three years ago, when you first joined SM Entertainment, you had left your home country in hopes of pursuing your passion of getting to perform in front of thousands of people. It was spring when you first arrived, you thought it was quite fitting as you were beginning a new chapter of your life just as the Earth was too. When you first came to Korea, you had little knowledge of the language and culture and were immediately labeled as an outcast among the other female trainees. They didn’t exactly mistreat you in any way, they just didn’t include you in activities because they didn’t know you or have any way to communicate with you.
You spent your days holed up in practice rooms and even on the days where you had training sessions with the other girls, most of them barely made any effort to talk to you, excluding one person. Her name is Soojin. From the time you first saw her, you knew she was going to be popular. She was beautiful no matter what angle you looked at her from and she had a personality to match.
After a particularly difficult dance class, all the others had left for the cafeterias, talking about how the teacher was so harsh this time around. The only ones left behind were you, packing up your things, and Soojin who was still practicing what you were taught that day. Right as you were about to leave, she called out your name.
“Do you want to eat together?” She asked, speaking slowly and carefully enunciating her words so you could understand. You were frozen in shock and all you could do was nod your head and shyly say yes.
From that day on, Soojin was essentially your guardian angel. She made sure to introduce you to everyone and include you when they went out together, she helped you develop your language skills and taught you how to get through the weekly tests the trainees were put through. You clung to Soojin the way a baby cub does to its mother.
During the holidays, she told you she wouldn’t be staying at the company and instead, going home to her family. She graciously invited you over, to which you declined, not wanting to embarrass yourself and your elementary speaking skills. You were unsure how you’d function without her, but you’d soon become grateful for that week because that was when you met Jeno.
It was already 9pm yet you were still in a practice room, not quite able to perfect a run in a song you were preparing for the weekly exams. You were tired and lonely, feeling more homesick than ever now that you were left on your own without Soojin to comfort you. You sat down, deciding to let yourself rest for a few minutes as you scrolled through social media and saw your friends and family posting pictures of their festivities together, causing tears to escape from your eyes and you let yourself fully break down, feelings of loneliness and yearning tearing at your heart.
You didn’t know how you missed the sound of the door opening, but suddenly there was a warm hand on your shoulder and a simple “hey” spoken from someone with a warm and rich voice. You looked up and immediately froze on the spot. You had seen other senior artists around the company before but they had never talked to you before, as you were only a trainee and they probably didn’t even know your name, yet here was Jeno, squatting down in front of you, his eyes searching yours to find the reason why you were crying all alone in a practice room.
“Are you okay?” That was all Jeno asked, his hand leaving your shoulder as he sat down in front of you. He waited for a bit as you tried to calm yourself down and dry your tears. “I’m Jeno, but I suppose you already knew that. Your name is?”
“Y/n,” you said, your breath almost catching in your throat as you involuntarily hiccuped, “I’m a trainee and I’ve been in Korea for six months” you told him, just as Soojin had taught you.
You saw Jeno’s features soften as he started to piece together why you were crying. “Your Korean is pretty good for coming only six months ago,” he said before continuing on, “but you shouldn’t be crying alone in a practice room.”
You looked up at him, telling him that usually, you’d be with Soojin but she went home and you’re not really close to any of the other trainees. He nodded his head, seeming to understand your message through your basic Korean. “I really would like to stay and comfort you, but my members are coming soon because we have to practice for one of the end-of-year festivals.”
You pushed yourself off from the ground to unplug your phone from the stereo and pack up, understanding where he was going with this but he followed you, not yet done talking. “If you’re okay with it, I’d like to give you my number so you can contact me whenever Soojin’s not around.” You turned to face him, shock evident on your face. “You won’t be bothering me, I promise,” Jeno said, trying his best to reassure you, “aside from practicing and performing I really don’t do much so you’d be welcome to text me anytime you want someone to talk to. I’d hate for you to go through this alone.”
He fished his phone out from his pocket, opening up a new chat and handing it to you, “here, you can even send the first message so you know that it’s me.” You accepted his offer and typed in your own number along with a short message to let you know it’s Jeno and hit send before handing him back his phone, feeling your own buzz in your hand, and light up showing the message you had just sent.
Unknown Number > y/n
9:15pm: Hello, this is Jeno
Jeno helped you gather your belongings and walked you to the door, even holding it open for you. You gave him a shy ‘thank you’ before stepping out into the hallway and he smiled at you saying that he’ll text you once his own practice is over not even a second before sound of his members coming down the hallway can be heard from their obnoxious yelling and giggling.
Jeno kept his word and as you were getting ready for bed that night in the empty dorm, you received another message from him.
Jeno > y/n
10:31pm: Y/n I just ended my practice and I’m heading to my dorm now. What are you doing?
Y/n > Jeno
10:32pm: Thinking about my next exam. They’re difficult.
Jeno > y/n
10:32pm: Ah, I remember those
10:33pm: I didn’t like them either but it feels good when you look back and see your progress
You maintained the conversation until he told you he arrived at his dorm building, to which he told you he’d text you after he washed up and ate dinner. He indeed texted you, but you were already fast asleep, the crying from earlier finally catching up with you. From then on, not a single week went by where Jeno didn’t text you.
Jeno always made sure to check up on you after an exam, asking how you did, encouraging you when you didn’t do so well, and praising you when you did do well. He even treated you to dinner a few times to congratulate you whenever you earned a B or better. He was pretty much your stand-in Soojin for whenever she was gone or got too busy with other things. He was just as patient as she was when it came to teaching you Korean and explaining things to you, his signature eye-smile showing whenever you repeated a new word back to him.
Soojin was surprised when you told her about your new friend when she came back to the dorms, almost kicking your door down in her excitement to see you, but she later held your hands in excitement saying “I can’t believe my y/n made her first friend on her own! And it’s Jeno! THE Lee Jeno from THE NCT Dream of all people! Maybe I should leave you more often” she joked before flopping down on your bed next to you to hear more about your relationship with Jeno.
Within another year and a half, you had debuted in SM’s newest six-member girl group, with Soojin as your leader, and Jeno wasn’t shy about showing his support for your group. When you coincidentally promoted alongside NCT Dream, he always made sure to wish you good luck before you went on stage and gave you tips after monitoring your performance. On one of the music shows, Jeno and the boys had won first place and they all insisted on keeping you and your group on stage with them.
Jeno’s face lit up when you danced the chorus of the song with him and he burst out in laughter when you imitated his own rapping part. There was something about you, the way you smiled as you clowned him, the way your eyes shone when he complimented your dancing. Jeno was beginning to fall for you.
Fans of both of your groups had noticed your close relationship, and though dating rumors were inevitable, most of them found the two of you to be quite cute together. You had seen a few of the compilation videos they had made for you and him though you only watched a handful of them and never dared to show them to Jeno, not wanting him to get the wrong idea because unbeknownst to him, you were falling for him too.
When the next SMTown concert was announced to be in your home country, you were overjoyed at the thought of being able to go home after two whole years away. You immediately texted Jeno to express your excitement and he matched it, jokingly telling you that he couldn’t wait to meet your friends and family.
A few days later, Jeno texts you asking if you’re free to hang out.
Jeno > y/n
4:38pm: are you free on Wednesday night?
4:38pm: Jaemin wanted to go grocery shopping after practice
4:38pm: Soojin said you guys are running low on toiletries so you can come too if you want
y/n > Jeno
4:47pm: yeah I’m free but I have practice on Wednesday night too
Jeno > y/n
4:50pm: really? What time?
y/n > Jeno
4:51pm: I think Soojin said 7
Jeno > y/n
4:51pm: wait really? That’s when I’m supposed to have practice I think
4:52pm: Renjun and Jisung both said 7 as well
4:52pm: did they tell you which room you’re in?
y/n > Jeno
4:54pm: I think it’s the basement one
4:54pm: don’t know why they have us in that huge one though
Jeno > y/n
4:55pm: no way! We’re supposed to be in the basement too!
4:56pm: do you think they mixed up our schedules on accident?
y/n > Jeno
5:00pm: I just asked my manager, he said that’s the one we’re supposed to be in
Jeno > y/n
5:01pm: that’s what mine just said too!
5:02pm: y/n, do you think...maybe...just maybe…
y/n > Jeno
5:02pm: what, Jen? just say it lol
Jeno > y/n
5:02pm: we’re working together for a performance?!
When you arrived at the basement practice room, the largest one in the building, sure enough, Jeno was in there waiting for you along with the other members of Dream. You ran to him and hugged him out of the sheer excitement coming from the idea that you’d be getting to perform together.
You and Jeno were so overly happy that it made Haechan gag while Jisung plugged his ears with his fingers and made a pained face at Chenle. However, your hug had the opposite effect on Jeno. He felt a burst of butterflies rise from the bottom of his stomach and he excused it as simply being excited to perform with you after having seen your hard work through your trainee days.
The dance your groups would be doing has a little bit of a darker sexy vibe which was something your group had never tried before. While it was something completely new to you, the boys had already done it before so they had fun showing you guys the right expressions and laughing as you and your members tried to copy them.
The type of dance was a little more provocative too and it wasn’t exactly your forte but you tried your best. You caught Jeno looking your way a couple of time but you figure he’s just trying to make sure you’re doing okay. Eventually, you give up trying on your own and you turn to go ask him for help during a break, slightly surprised to see that his eyes were already on you.
“Jeno, I don’t get that one move, the one that goes like this” you say and show it to him, his eyes glued to your figure as he tries to analyze what you’re doing.
You saw his tongue peek out from between his lips, a common habit of his when he’s really thinking, which doesn’t happen very often. “I think you’re being a little too loose with your movements, try tense up your arms and do it sharper” he explained, showing you through his own example.
You tried it again but you could tell you still weren’t doing it right from the way he sighed and moved to stand behind you. You felt the warmth from his chest seeping through both of your shirts and you had to fight the urge to just lean back against his strong shoulders but luckily you’re snapped out of your short daydream by Jeno’s hands wrapping around your wrists to guide your movements.
He ran through it a couple of times and you quickly caught on thanks to his teaching. Just as you turned your head to thank him, Jeno wrapped his arms around your body, embracing you in a hug and bringing his head to rest on your shoulder. Shocked by the close proximity of your faces, you both jump away from each other and start apologizing as your cheeks start to heat up. Fortunately, you were saved from your embarrassment when you hear Soojin calling everyone back from their break and you scampered away to stand with your members.
The head choreographer began pairing people up and you almost let out a squeal when she said you and Jeno would be together. There were no intimate portions of the choreography except for one short moment when you had to stare him down as you circle around each other as if you were ‘two lions about to fight’ as Haechan had explained it.
You and Jeno couldn’t help but giggle and make faces at each other every time that part comes up until both of you got yelled at and caused everyone to have to do push-ups as a punishment, angry glares being cast your way from your members.
The next time that part came up, you’re just slightly startled when Jeno completely switches to his performance mode and looks at you with a sultry glint in his eyes. You’ve seen this look thousands of times before while he’s up on stage whether it be from the sidelines or through a screen, but there was something different when you see it up close and you know his eyes are on you.
You took it as an opportunity to learn from him and try to give him the same gaze back during the following run through and when his eyes meet yours, you see them instantly shift away to somewhere behind you and you let out a slight smirk, finding it amusing how Jeno could still be so shy when you’re merely copying his own actions.
During the final run of the day, his gaze locked with yours and doesn’t wander away for even a second, almost as if he’s challenging you to look away first. You had to remind yourself that it’s just an act that he’s putting on for the sake of the performance, he’s not actually challenging you, though you almost wish he was. As soon as it ends, you’re broken out of the trance that is Lee Jeno himself while he went straight to his members, not even bothering to talk to you and give you feedback like he usually did.
You didn’t know what just happened, but you could feel there was now some sort of tension separating you and Jeno.
As all of you were monitoring the run on the large TV, Renjun laughed while saying “Jeno and Y/n look like they’re about to fight.” Your members giggled at his joke and one of them even calls it a ‘lover’s quarrel’. You didn’t dare look over at Jeno but you could feel his now-familiar gaze locked on you.
As your groups continued practicing together and the concert drew closer and closer, the tension between you and Jeno only grew worse, neither of you interacting with each other aside for during the dance itself. You found yourself itching to talk to him and tell him about the cute hat you saw in a store the other day, or how Soojin almost burnt the kitchen down while cooking dinner the week before. You didn’t have the guts to talk to Jeno, not when his jaw was squared shut and he wouldn’t even look at you unless it was during the dance.
During a break in one of the last rehearsals in Korea, you were playing around with your members and trying to do different tricks like backbends, roundhouses, aerials, and such. You knew these were Jeno’s specialty and you were taken aback when he didn’t come over to show off his skills and instead Jaemin did, though he was nowhere close to being as good as Jeno as he clumsily fell over from the handstand he was doing, causing you to have a fit of laughter.
Jeno doesn’t know why he feels so upset to see you laughing because of his groupmate and he especially doesn’t understand why he feels angry when Jaemin tries to spot you as you do a handstand and end up falling and dragging Jaemin down with you, both of you almost scream-laughing as your bodies lay tangled with each other.
It only gets worse when later that week, as Jeno is eating dinner with the other members, he sees Renjun’s phone light up showing a message from you telling him to enjoy his meal. Jeno didn’t even know the two of you had exchanged numbers and it was starting to drive him insane when your name kept popping up on Renjun’s phone throughout the night and not once on his own.
Renjun catches him staring, to which he leered, “what, lover boy? Are you mad that you can’t keep y/n all to yourself? Just relax, I’m only texting her to learn some phrases before the concert.” Jeno didn’t respond, not wanting to expose the fact that he didn’t even have you anymore, best friend or not.
He finished eating and excused himself from the table, leaving to go wallow in his own self-pity because he had unintentionally broken your friendship. He had realized his own feelings for you during that one dance practice but proceeded to distance himself from you out of fear that acting on his feelings would ruin your relationship, leading to the exact opposite to ruin it. Jeno cried himself to sleep that night hoping that the phrase ‘distance makes the heart grow fonder’ would hold true on your end, that you were missing him just as much as he was missing you.
The next time you saw Jeno was at the airport when all the company was getting ready to leave for your home country. He was wearing a simple outfit consisting of a plain black t-shirt with his black joggers along with a black snapback and his glasses to complete his plain yet oh so attractive full black outfit.
You were sitting in the lounge area with your members and one of them pointed him out and commented on how good he looks. You glanced over just in time to see him momentarily take his hat off and run a hand through his soft, light brown hair before placing his hat back on his head.
You felt a slight shiver go up through your spine as you watched him do such a simple action yet you were unnerved to hear that one of your members found him attractive even if you did too and you knew thousands of his fans did as well. Maybe distance made your heart grow fonder of him, given all the time the two of you spent away from each other and just wanting your best friend back. A few minutes later, after zoning out for a while, you were brought back to reality by your phone vibrating, showing three messages from Jaemin whose number you had gotten through Renjun.
Jaemin > y/n
8:16am: what rows do you guys have?
8:17am: we have 13 and 14. I’ll be sitting with Jisung
8:17am: he overpacked his snacks so now I have some of them. You’re more than welcome to come over and help yourself to them
Y/n > Jaemin
8:18am: we’re 16 and 17
8:18am: i’m not that hungry right now but I just stop by during the flight
You indeed took Jaemin up on his offer about halfway through the flight when your members were complaining about not liking the food being served. You mentioned how Jaemin had snacks he didn’t mind sharing and they immediately begged you to get them from him. You had forgotten to wear a hoodie so you were snuggled into the airline blanket for warmth, not wanting to leave your spot, but you ultimately lost a game of rock paper scissors so you had no other choice but to shake off the blanket and brace yourself for the cold.
As you trudged your way up a few rows, you easily find Jisung due to his large frame, though he was asleep while Jaemin was nowhere to be found, presumably having gone to the bathroom. You didn’t even bother looking around you to see where the other members were, your only goal in mind being the snacks in Jaemin’s bag because the quicker you found them, the quicker you could go back to your warm seat.
You opened up the overhead compartment and spotted Jaemin’s bag, though it was almost out of your reach. You raised yourself onto your tip-toes as you struggled to reach it when suddenly there was a warm hand on your waist and someone against your back. You froze, watching as the stranger easily grabbed the backpack and brought it down safely, handing it to you.
You turned around only to find Jeno looking down at you. It felt like a whole minute passed as you both just stared at each other, neither of you wanted to speak first, when really only a few seconds went by before Jaemin came walking down the aisle.
“Ah, y/n, you came!” He exclaimed, taking his backpack from your hold and unzipping it, “Sorry, I was in the bathroom, but I’m glad you were able to find my bag” he said, opening it up and showing you all the snacks he had. “Did you want some too, Jeno?” he asked, noticing Jeno’s presence behind you.
“No, I just came by to ask Jisung something,” he stated, “but I’ll come by later since he’s asleep” he said, already turning to walk back to his seat.
Once he was out of earshot, Jaemin sighed before telling you, “he’s been acting really weird lately. Even in the dorms, he’s all quiet and moody and none of us know why.”
“Maybe he’s on his man-period” you quipped while you took a few snacks from the bag while Jaemin rolled his eyes at your immature joke. You thanked him for the snacks and made your way back to your group members who were overjoyed when you handed them the bags of chips and dried fruit, all the bags opened within mere seconds. You only ate a bit, preferring to wait until you got to the hotel where you could eat room service food instead.
About an hour later, Soojin, who was sitting next to you, got up and told you she was going to the bathroom. You hum in response to let her know you heard. Not even a whole minute passes by before she sits back down next to you. You looked up from the game on your phone, asking her “did you even wash your hands-”, but you stopped midsentence when you realized you were looking at the face of Jeno, not Soojin.
Before you could say anything else, Jeno already blurted out the words, “I’m sorry.” You were still in shock, continuing to look at him with wide eyes like a deer caught in headlights. Jeno continued on anyways, “look I know I’ve been really cold and distant towards you for the past few weeks but that’s because...because-,” you noticed him fidgeting with his hands and you shifted in your seat to face him and look him in the eyes, “because I have feelings for you” he said, his words coming out almost too fast for you to process.
“Y/n, I didn’t want my feelings to ruin our relationship because I truly do treasure what we had, or had, as best friends, yet I allowed myself to break us apart somehow and I really do feel like shit because of it-”
“Jeno, it’s okay-” you began, cutting him off.
“No, y/n, it’s not okay,” he interjected, resuming his previous thought, “especially since you are finally returning home after two years away, I want you to be happy during this time,” his hands now shifting to play with a loose thread hanging from his shirt, “and I want to be able to be with you and share that happiness because I still remember the broken-hearted girl who was crying by herself in the practice room from homesickness.”
“Jeno, I...wow, I don’t know what to say” you mumbled, letting yourself fall into your seat, your thoughts running wild in your head.
“I know this is extremely sudden, but I just want our old relationship back. I want to stand by your side and watch you smile. I won’t even bother asking you to be my girlfriend because I know you’re going to reject me so don’t worry about that” he stated, dejection obvious in his voice.
Your head snapped up to face him, “what if I told you that I wouldn’t reject you?” Now it was Jeno’s turn to be stunned speechless. “I need some time to think this, to think us over” you confessed, motioning between the two of you to get your point across. “I need time, but I’m willing to be friends first before anything else” you conclude.
Jeno was wringing out his hands and picking his nails while smiling as he whispered “thank you” before he froze when you pulled him into a hug.
“I missed you” you murmured into his ear.
Jeno allowed himself to sink into your embrace before telling you “I missed you too.”
Both of you stayed there, enjoying the feeling of finally holding each other after being apart for so long until you pulled away to grab your phone just as it was about to slide off your lap. The display lit up and you realized you’ve been talking to Jeno for well over ten minutes, which made you worry about Soojin as she still hasn’t returned from the bathroom yet.
“I think I’m gonna go check on Soojin” you said, taking the blanket off of you as you stood up from your seat.
Jeno grabbed your hand before you could step out into the aisle. “She’s in my seat with Chenle,” he reassured, “I ran into her when she was leaving the bathroom and I asked her if she’d be okay with staying with Chenle for a bit while I talk to you.” You peered over the rows in front of you, and you found Chenle’s blonde head indeed next to your leader just as she playfully shoved him, no doubt playing that kart rider game everyone was obsessed with recently.
As you sat back down, relieved at knowing Soojin was okay, you shivered due to the few seconds you were exposed to the cold air hitting your skin as you searched for her. You do your best to steel yourself and not show Jeno that you were cold, knowing that he’d scold you, but he already knew you’d be cold when he saw you in the airport only in a t-shirt and leggings.
“You’re cold, aren’t you?” he says, more of a rhetorical and sarcastic than anything, answering his own question muttering “of course you are” as he leans back to take off his hoodie, unintentionally flashing you his abs in the process causing both of you to shy away from each other as he hands you your saving grace of the flight. You gratefully took the hoodie from him, letting out a sigh of relief when you pull it down over your body and feel its warmth made from Jeno’s body heat.
Jeno stayed with you for the rest of the flight and only leaves to go back to his seat when the flight attendant announces that the plane will be landing shortly. Luckily, your members were asleep and hadn’t witnessed your exchange with Jeno but they knew something was up when they saw you in the hoodie you certainly did not have on earlier.
Soojin smiled at you as she returned to her seat, buckling herself in while telling you “I’m glad you and Jeno are talking again. Not gonna lie, it was pretty awkward during rehearsals.” She only chuckled when you shrunk into the hoodie, pulling the strings of the hood closed over your face to hide your embarrassment.
By the time you arrived at the hotel, you were dead tired. You just wanted to shower and go to sleep which is exactly what you do once you reach your shared hotel room with Soojin.
You crawled into your bed, freshly showered and already half-asleep, ready to succumb to your exhaustion. Right as you were about to doze off, you heard your phone go off, pulling you out of your near-sleeping state. You reached around for it and turned it on silent once you got your hands on it, reading the notification that had rudely awakened you.
Jeno > y/n
12:13am: You looked really tired earlier so I’m pretty sure you’re already sleeping, but I hope you rest well. Only one more rehearsal tomorrow (today? Because it’s already midnight??) and we’ll be performing in front of your friends and family the day after! Let’s do well :)
y/n > Jeno
12:16am: I was almost about to fall asleep but I’m not mad only because it’s you
12:17am: Let’s show them the most powerful best friend duo in the world
You saw that Jeno had immediately read your message but you didn’t bother waiting for his response, already drifting off to sleep once again, though you wouldn’t have gotten a response anyways because Jeno thought you just friend-zoned him.
From the start of your day, you were already swamped with activities, shooting tons of videos in your native language to thank your fans and prompt your group while also being an in-house translator for your other members as they shot their own individual videos. It wasn’t until after the full rehearsal started that you were finally allowed some time to slow down and rest. Your group had already finished the first performance in the show and now you were in the on-deck area waiting for NCT Dream to meet you guys for your short joint rehearsal before going on stage.
You heard them coming before you even see them, the infamous “hi everyone! This is Haechan cam with 37.5% viewer ratings” greeting ringing out from the hallway. You and your members didn’t know he’d be filming so you hadn’t done anything to take care of your appearances like hair and makeup but all of you respectfully stood up to greet him and the other Dream members.
Your members grumbled amongst themselves as Haechan left the camera filming during your on-stage rehearsal, saying how they hoped this section wouldn’t get aired because none of you looked good without your hair and makeup done as you all fell into formation. You hadn’t noticed Jeno’s presence behind you, “I think you look nice, don’t let the girls tell you otherwise”, his short affirmation startling you, barely having time to shoot him a quick smile before the music started playing.
You didn’t bother doing facial expressions since it was only a rehearsal and you already felt so drained. When it came time for the dreaded eye contact portion with Jeno, you were expecting the normal fierce look but instead, you were met with his eyes smile as he made faces at you, almost making you laugh. Jeno’s heart fluttered when he saw the grin you were holding back, happy that he was able to brighten your day, even if it was only for a few seconds. If this was all he could do to lift your mood, then that was what he would do.
The previous night, Jeno had convinced himself that no matter what happens between the two of you, friend zone or not, he was going to make sure you were happy and fully enjoyed this short trip because you deserved it. You were home, and home was the whole reason why he had met you crying in the practice room on that fateful night. He told himself that he’d deal with his own unrequited feelings later but for you, he’d temporarily push them aside so he could watch you flourish in the place you loved so dearly.
Bringing you back to the current moment, as you walk out across the stage alongside your members to meet the boys of Dream in the middle. You look into the ocean of people, admiring the colors of the lightsticks and their almost hypnotizing effect paired with the screams from the audience.
You are beyond nervous, Jeno could tell that much from the way you struggle to find his face, even more so to meet his eyes. During the performance, when you again gazed over at him, ready for his predatory look, you saw another batch of his funny expressions, though this time you didn’t try to hide the smile that crept onto your face as he ruined his image.
To Jeno, he doesn’t care about all the bad pictures he’d see of himself or the whooping he’d get from the performance directors later. He was willing to endure it all if it was for you.
By the end of the concert, you were spent, all your energy thrown out of your body from dancing and rapidly switching between languages to translate all too frequently. When you joined all the senior artists for the final stage, you let your body go on autopilot as you wandered around, trailing behind your group as you tried to read all the signs and banners the fans were holding up.
You were lost in your own world until you felt two very strong and familiar arms wrap around your waist, almost scaring you enough to jump off the edge of the stage. You hear Jeno’s laugh from behind you and you whip around ready to beat him up for nearly shoving you off the stage but you stop in your tracks when he extends his arms out to show you a large banner of your country’ flag with the words “We Love You Y/N” stitched onto it.
You felt your heart swell with pride as you immediately took the item from Jeno and turned to face the audience, doing your best to hold it up, though your arms alone weren’t enough. Jeno grabbed the end of the flag that was almost touching the ground as he laughed at you while helping you to fully show the flag and thank the fans.
After you let them take a few pictures, you wrapped it around your shoulders and happily skipped off to rejoin your group, Jeno hot on your tracks as all the artists go into a line to do the final bow all together. As you ran past your members, Jeno snatched onto you, pulling you into the line right where your two groups met, lacing his fingers with yours as you both raised your arms up to bow to the audience. If only both of you could feel what the other was feeling, you’d know that the tingle of excitement you both felt was not one-sided.
When everyone came together for the group picture, you ended up getting smashed between the countless members of NCT alongside Soojin whose hand you had grabbed onto during the bow. As the cameraman started to count down, you were suddenly lifted into the air, feeling hands on both sides of your hips. You looked down to see Jeno on one side and Soojin on the other as they held you up, causing your smile to grow wider just in time as the camera flashed.
After they put you down, you turned around and caught Soojin leaning it to whisper something into Jeno’s ear, a simple “I will” was all he said in response. Once Soojin had already walked away, you were about to ask Jeno what she said, but he acted faster, almost aggressively pulling you into a back-hug with on arm around your waist, the other being used to wave at fans and point out the signs with your name and pictures on them.
You don’t know if it’s the close proximity of your bodies or simply the excitement from being able to pick out your own fans and thank them, but you felt a rush of adrenaline as you walked with Jeno. You looked up at him, admiring his side profile, finally understanding why his fans always called him a prince as you felt your palms grow sweaty and your heart skip a beat. Maybe you had just realized your own feelings for Jeno.
Once the two-day concert was over, you stop by at your manager’s hotel room to ask if you were allowed to go out for the day, the urge to visit your hometown feeling stronger than ever. He graciously said yes, telling you to let him know if you needed any help and to be sure to take someone else along for safety measures. You thanked him and ran off towards the elevator, hitting the number of the floor you knew Jeno was on rather than heading back to your own.
You excitedly jogged down the hallway to his room and knocked on his door after double-checking his text message to make sure you had the right room. Jaemin opened the door, greeting you with his loud “ohoho!”
“Jaemin shut up, oh my gosh,’ you gasped, not wanting someone to file a noise complaint, “I’m here to ask Jeno about something.”
Jaemin pulled you into the room while yelling “yah, Jeno Lee, your girlfriend is here!” much to your embarrassment. Just as you were about to whine at him and deny Jaemin’s statement, you saw Jeno shoot up from where he was lying on his bed, grabbing the blanket in a failed effort to cover his naked torso and he flung himself off the bed, looking for a shirt to put on. You swear you could see a faint tinge of pink on his cheeks as he rummaged through his suitcase but you don’t know if it’s from the lighting of the room or if he’s actually blushing. You choose to believe the first option, not wanting to give yourself false hope.
You sat down on Jeno’s bed as you asked, “do you wanna go out with me?” to which Jeno froze in place as he tried to process your words. “I mean, would you like to go and spend the day with me because I want to go home and show you where I grew up” you blurted, quickly rephrasing your words as your own cheeks began to heat up.
Jeno only grunted a response, letting you know that he did want to go with you as he threw a shirt over his head. Jaemin let out a laugh of excitement while clapping his hands and squealing “eeheehee my babies are going on their first date together! Make sure to bring Nana some delicious snacks!”
“Yeah, we’ll get you the strawberry ones you love so much” Jeno said, causing Jaemin to pout as he flopped onto his bed. Before Jaemin could pester either of you any further, Jeno was already grabbing his things and pulling you out the door.
On the elevator ride down to the lobby, Jeno asked “so where exactly are we going today?” You pulled your phone out of your pocket and showed him pictures of your favorite restaurant from you old neighborhood as you searched up the directions on google maps. You started telling him about all the memories you had there and how good the food was, and though Jeno was listening to you, he was really only paying attention to your face. He loved the way the edges of your crinkled when you smiled, the was your eyes shone when you talked with so much excitement.
Once both of you were in one of the company vans and you had already given the directions to the staff member who’d be driving, you decided to take a nap in your seat, already dozing off before you had even left the hotel parking lot. Jeno took a moment to admire your sleeping form next to him, finding you just as beautiful as when you’re awake. He took a few pictures of you, not wanting to let this moment go to waste before he too allowed himself to drift off into sleep.
You woke up to Jeno gently shaking you and telling you that you’re outside the restaurant, your half-asleep state barely even remembering which country you were in. You took a few seconds as your brain started functioning again and you wasted no time in yanking the door open and thanking the staff member as you jumped out of the van, Jeno following your actions as you nearly ran into the restaurant.
The second you set foot through the entrance, the sounds and the smells brought back so many memories and you almost teared up though you quickly brushed it off as you switched into your native language and asked the hostess for a table for two. As you followed her through to all so familiar restaurant, Jeno looked around, admiring the artwork scattered across the walls as he said the phrase ‘so beautiful’ in your language.
You whipped around when you recognized the words he just whispered, “how do you even know how to say that?”
“Oh, I uh, learned it for you,” he stuttered sheepishly, his hand going to scratch the back of his head, “I wanted to be able to talk to you and the fans better so I’ve been learning it on the side” he explained, a slightly awkward silence falling upon both of you as you sat down at the table, thanking the hostess as she handed you the menus.
The silence was quickly broken when Jeno started asking you about the different dishes, his mind overloaded with the foreign language, and all the different options. You tried your best to explain them to him, though he ultimately ended up just letting you choose his food for him, trusting your judgment more than his at this point.
Lunch with Jeno consisted of him being amazed by the food and cutely repeating phrases you were teaching him and you taking pictures and videos of him, wanting to save this moment into your memories.
Once both of your stomachs were full and you had fought with Jeno over who’d be paying the bill, Jeno won, of course, you took a breath of fresh air as you walked out of the restaurant, reaching your arms up over your head while yawning as you felt the beginning of a food coma start to take form.
You made Jeno call the staff member to pick you up and take you to another location you thought Jeno would like as you skipped down the road to one of your favorite parks. He ended the call after he sent the address of the park and ran to catch up with you. You heard him coming so you kept skipping along until he got closer and suddenly stopped, essentially brake checking him and cracking up as he slammed into you, nearly knocking both of you to the floor.
As you grab onto him to stop him from actually falling face-first into the floor, you interlocked your fingers with his and pulled him over to the playground you used to hang out at with your friends all throughout elementary and middle school. It stopped before high school though because this was also where you had your first heartbreak the summer before your freshman year.
One humid summer night, you were here with your crush and you had finally worked up the guts to ask them out thanks to the confidence of starting a new chapter of your life. You were undeniably broken when they rejected you and walked away without even bothering to tell you why. You sat on the swing set, allowing your tears to fall in silence.
You tell this story to Jeno as you sit at that same swing set, his strong arms gently pushing you forward every so often. “How about I make this place a happier memory for you?” he suggests, moving to stand in front of you, his hands grabbing the chains of the swing to stop your momentum.
You let confusion overtake your face as your feet settle on the dirt beneath the swings, fully stopping your movement and looking up at Jeno. “Y/n, I just want you to know how utterly thankful I am to have met you,” he began, making sure to hold eye contact with you, “you’ve brought so much joy and happiness to me without even knowing it and i’m glad to be your best friend. I would’ve never thought that we’d become so close due to our backgrounds but that’s what makes our friendship so special.” He pauses, trying to carefully piece together his next sentence. “I know I told you that I have feelings for you, but even if I can only stay by your side as a friend, I’m more than happy to do just that as long as you are happy-”
You abruptly stand up, cutting him off midsentence as you let your hands go to his which were frozen in place from where he was previously anxiously playing with the hem of his shirt. “Jeno, I’d like to give us a chance.” His eyes widened as he looked at you, not believing what he was hearing. “I’d like to give us a chance if it’s okay with you” you confess as Jeno smiles at you before pulling you into his embrace.
You hug him back, letting yourself get lost in his scent, your head resting on his shoulder. “Does this mean I’m your girlfriend now?” you ask, giggling into his chest.
You lean back slightly to see him nod as he said “Y/n, the girlfriend to the one and only Lee Jeno”, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. He still held onto you, not even bothering to pull away when he pulls his phone out of his pocket to answer a call from the staff member who’d be picking you up.
Once he ends the call, he kept his phone out to check the time and you felt all giddy when you see that his wallpaper is a picture from the concert of him and Soojin holding you up as if you were Simba, your laughter caught and preserved in time. “You know, Jeno, one day I’m gonna be able to hold you up like that” you muse.
“Mmm, I wouldn’t set your hopes too high” he teases. You were about to hit him but he took off running towards the company van.
You chase after him yelling “Lee Jeno, this isn’t how you treat your girlfriend!”
He only laughs as he shouts back, “best friend first, girlfriend second” causing you to roll your eyes as you continue to run after him.
A/N - this is inspired by a dream i had two months ago so it’s not really the best storyline lmao but let me know what you guys think. character inspo drawn from @t-aeycng as Soojin because she is truly a wonderful person and you should definitely check out her work as well
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A is for Arrival...?
Summary: Remus and Janus are shopping ready for the new arrival for their family.
Note: The start of an AU and series because I’m just a sucker for any type of familiar sides. Romantic Demus and Royality.
Next Part: B is for Baby Time
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“Hey Jay?” Remus suddenly stopped; his eyes enormous.
“Yes, dear?” Janus put on a dramatic Victorian tone, his spine straightening with his hand frozen poised with the packet of washing up sponges.
“Do we need to get birthday stuff?” Janus immediately scrunched his face, “No wait! Listen. You celebrate your kid’s birthday every year so surely you celebrate his first ever one ever. Right?”
Janus stared into the distance as he dropped the sponges on the floor, “Call your brother.”
“No,” Remus whined but still pulled up his phone and promptly shoved it into Janus’ chest, “He’ll only make fun of me if I ask it. If you ask it, then maybe he’ll presume he’s the stupid!”
“Did he celebrate Logan’s first ever ever birthday? What would you even call it? First day of existence?” Janus frowned as he speed dialled the number.
“If he did, he didn’t invite me!” Remus shrugged before picking up the sponges. He immediately crowded into Janus and smooshed himself into his shoulder.
They picked up on the second ring, Patton’s sigh answering. Something that they probably weren’t supposed to hear. “Hello Roman. We just have a quick question,” Janus chirped.
“Hey Janus. It’s Patton by the way. Wow, another question, huh?” Patton, meanwhile, gave Roman a stern look and thrusted the phone at him again. Roman pulled a face as he shrugged and ducked back down behind the sofa. Frowning, he put it on speaker so they could both suffer, “What did you want to ask?”
“Should we celebrate our baby’s first ever day? Like a birthday but for their very very first birthday?”
“What!” Roman shrieked before leaping back on to the sofa; ever so suddenly finding the strength to talk.
“What do you mean ‘what’! God, he’s such a douche,” Remus muttered.
“I’m a douche, oh am I? Why would you celebrate a baby’s first ever day. It’s their first ever day in this world! They get overwhelmed and scared so easily. It’s a big scary world out there and you’re going to shove a party in their face! The baby is barely old enough to move it’s own hands! It’s a baby!” Roman complained while Patton giggled.
“To treat this seriously for a second, when you finally get your baby, the very last thing you want to do is mess around too much. After all this time, all that waiting, you finally get this tiny fragile baby. A tiny itty bitty baby. All you’ll want to do is just sit there and watch them quietly. A party is the last thing you’ll think to do. Heh, me and Roman even forgot to eat that day and only remembered hours later,” Patton spoke softly with his own memories uplifting his annoyance. Roman smiled and knocked their shoulders together.
“...So is it worth buying like finger food in case we forget to eat?” Remus interrupted.
“Uh... yeah? I mean, yeah that would work,” Roman fumbled.
“Okay. Cheers. Bye!” Remus called out while Janus rolled his eyes, “Wow. We really need to get them something for putting up with all this.”
“Well I’m going to keep talking to them, you weirdo.” Janus ran his hand through Remus’ crazed curls but he was quickly shrugged off as Remus went to evaluate which bleach was best for their toilet, “How are you two?”
“Yeah, all’s good here! Just your typical day, what are you doing?” Patton chirped.
“Baby shopping mixed with some normal shopping. Extremely exciting, I’m sure you’re jealous,” Janus felt his voice go soft at just the mere mention of his coming baby.
“Aww! That’s so sweet,” Patton sighed, “I miss that so much about Logie. Baby clothes shopping is the only reason worth becoming a dad.”
“Oh Pat! Such slander, I’m impressed,” Janus laughed.
“Oh hush! Everyone knows that baby clothes are the best cutest things in existence. Aw, are you going to buy Halloween clothes! Me and Roman saw some adorable skeleton onesies today and I came this close to buying it for the baby.”
“Yeah, I think at this point we’ve bought him more Halloween clothes than normal baby stuff. That’s the whole reason we still have to do some shopping. There were these pumpkin shoes and socks. Oh Pat! I swear if I wasn’t so macho and cool, I would’ve cried. Baby shoes are just so tiny!” Remus raised a brow at his squealing voice. But then he also knew exactly what Janus was talking about just from his tone alone. Those shoes were actually pretty cute.
“They are right! Aw, do you know any more about the baby?”
“Well...” Janus drawled while Remus took a breath. They agreed that Janus was going to deal with this breaking news.
“We met up with the mother yesterday.”
“Oh! My! Oh! Oh, Jayjay! That’s amazing! How was she?” Remus quickly snatched the phone and flicked it to speaker. Janus raised a brow at him but he was only met with the most mischievous smirk back. He frowned but turned back to continue talking only now with Patton’s voice squeaking out across the aisle.
“She looked exhausted. I felt so bad for her. Meeting up for a coffee looked like the very last thing she wanted to do,” Remus said.
“Bless her,” Janus sighed, “She was lovely.”
“Aw, that’s good. We never really got to meet our surrogate, how come yours wanted to meet?”
“Well, she apparently had a bit of a health scare. All is good! Everything is all good! But she just wanted to sit down with us and actually go through everything that happened. So we sat and talked about the health of the baby. Again, all is good obviously. But... so... we may or may not have found out our baby’s gender,” Janus winced once the squeal erupted over the phone. Remus cackled at the amount of people who turned to look at them with dirty looks before he turned the speaker off again. Ah, yes wouldn’t be a trip to the shops if Remus couldn’t spread some mild chaos.
“What’s their gender!” Patton screamed before launching up from the sofa. Roman was giggling as Patton jumped up and down and spun him around.
“We’re having a boy!” Janus smiled. He would deny the glow in his chest for this rest of his life but he couldn’t help but grab Remus’ hand. Remus smiled, thankfully, and squeezed his hand with his own lovesick smile. Their baby boy.
“Oh a boy!” Patton squealed high enough for dogs.
“Typical, not one girl in this entire family,” Roman chuckled.
“Oh congrats guys! When’s the due date again?” Patton sighed.
“10th of December. I almost feel bad for the boy. He’s going to have to put up with the whole Christmas birthday combination.”
“I’m still upset that he wasn’t a Halloween baby,” Remus frowned.
They chatted for a few more minutes before Janus finally hung up. They were still holding hands- they would look exactly like a couple from a lovey film if they actually dressed like normal people rather than Disney villains. All they needed to do now grab was some more normal baby outfits. A very simple easy task. Just look at some clothes and chose some cute functional clothes.
But every single time... every single time, they would find the most abnormal baby outfits possible. That and they always spent a good ten solid minutes of staring at the tiny shoes. They looked like build-a-bear shoes. They didn’t even look real.
“I can’t wait until he arrives,” Remus mumbled as he picked up a hideous orange dinosaur patterned jumper set. Janus tried to hide the smile but he quickly placed his head on his shoulder as they stood there.
“Neither can I. He can’t come soon enough. Just like how you can’t put back that gross set soon enough.”
“You don’t like it! I think it’s cute.” Remus tilted his head as if that made it cuter.
“He’s so not going to be an orange baby.”
“You don’t know that! Does he even need a colour?”
“You’ve got green, I like yellow. He also needs a colour. While we can still have control over what he wears at least,” Janus stated like Remus was a toddler trying to argue that the sky was green.
“So we both have our ugly colours. Then he also needs an ugly colour too! Orange is a disgusting colour!” Remus thrusted the jumper in his face.
“Oh totally exactly, dear,” Janus rolled his eyes before he then felt the passion erupt from him, “Okay. Firstly, for your information, yellow is a beautiful colour thank you very much. You’re the one that chose the grossest colour of green to embrace. He can have purple,” Janus winced as he guided Remus’ hand back down to the shelf.
“Purple?”
“Yes. A beautiful colour. Not only does it screw over superfluous ridiculous gender roles, it also is close enough to match our dress senses,” Janus stated with a proud look. Remus opened his mouth but then snapping it shut with a respectful nod. Yep, that sounded like a plan.
They eventually found some normal tiny eeny weeny pair of jeans and they used all of their collective strength to stay clear of all the Halloween clothes and bought some presentable jumpers. Janus was finally starting to get fed up with standing around in a shop before he realised that Remus’ eyes kept flicking to a shelf behind them.
He never made any move to actually go look at whatever it was and he never mentioned it. Janus found every reason to keep looking at the same pairs of stripey socks to give him time but he still said nothing. It was so uncommon that Remus felt shy about suggesting something. What could be the harm? “What you looking at?” Janus asked while exaggeratedly turning around.
“Um... I just noticed...” Remus drawled off. It was just a discount shelf. It was stacked with just random broken items that clearly no one ever take any interest in. Remus shyly sulked up to it and pushed aside the chipped mugs and torn notebooks without any hesitation. He pulled up a baby blanket.
It was the exact same incredibly soft material all baby stuff was made from. The stuff where your hand magnetised to its softness. It was a quilted baby blanket in a pastel lilac. It was cute but it wouldn’t be on a discounted shelf without reason. There was a large smudge of black marker on its corner. But as Remus held it up, Janus laughed. It wasn’t quilted. It was sewn to be a spider web pattern around the blanket. Clearly an old Halloween gimmick.
He turned to ask if Remus was all ready to go then and was immediately punched in the stomach. Remus was all teary eyed and awkwardly looking anywhere but him. His fingers brushed through the blanket over and over again.
“Oh Reem,” Janus cooed and tugged the blanket from his grasp but he didn’t let go.
“I don’t even know why I’m tearing up!” Remus pressed his arms against his face. Janus felt himself tearing up as well. Something about how Remus’ voice would go all wobbly and pitchy when he was on the edge of tears just always got to him, “Just... oh this is so fucking stupid.”
“Well you’ve got us both crying in a shop at 9 in the morning. I’d say it sounds pretty dumb,” Janus smiled.
“Just... he could be our little spider. Just like how I’m your octopus and you’re my snake,” Remus’ voice was practically crumbling away. Janus felt a disgusting childish tear slip down his face.
“Oh Reem.” Janus hugged him, only so he didn’t have to experience the embarrassment of people seeing his husband’s gross taste in blankets of course.
“How much spider stuff have we bought him! Like that would be perfect. And this is purple and spider!” Remus felt a tear escape his control too but he just buried his nose in Janus’ hair.
“Oh you are such a nightmare of a husband. I’m taking you back to the husband shop and refunding you,” Janus groaned, he broke away and snatched the blanket from his grasp and shoved it into their trolley. At least it was cheap. Plus they would probably end up staining it with gross new born baby vomit anyway.
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ALSO your takes on this lil Strahm/Adam thing we’ve been discussing?? hi???? tht dynamic makes me insane i love it sm + am very excited 2 hear more of ur thoughts 💗
I'm answering this one first bc!!!!!! It makes me insane too like I cannot stop thinking abt it. I am Trying 2 put together a fic abt it!!!
Okay so. I think that Adam and Strahm are similar in several ways, and yet not at the same time. Adam is accused of being apathetic by Jigsaw, right? But we're obviously shown that it's not exactly the case; if anything, Adam's supposed apathy is a shield to protect who he really is: someone who cares deeply, maybe more than he should; someone intensely thoughtful, someone willing to keep things from people if he knows it'll hurt them while also functioning as self-preservation (not showing the polaroid to Lawrence, hiding the fact that the trash bag contained both the hacksaws AND the pictures he took), someone who altogether simply cannot truly be defined as apathetic at his core. His projected persona, however, is a completely different story - Adam is angry, bitter, jaded. And yes, he is angry, bitter in regards to his circumstances, jaded in a way that comes from a life spent living paycheck to paycheck if he could even manage that regularly. We've seen his apartment. This dude struggles. Apathetic, no, but angry? Oh, absolutely.
Strahm is... slightly more complicated. HIS projected persona is one of cool indifference, no nonsense, someone purely analytical and maybe a bit of an asshole about it. The thing is, though, is that deep down, Strahm also cares deeply - just look at how he reacted to Perez being injured + having to call her mom, when he destroyed that office room - it's just harder to get out of him. His projected persona hides someone whose emotions run just as hotly and strongly; his are just more well-hidden. He is impulsive, intelligent, result-seeking. Strahm doesn't seem like someone who allows himself to just feel things very often, and when he does, the blowout can be a fucking mess (for example, showing up to the packing plant BY HIMSELF, operating on adrenaline and rage alone).
I think, other than Perez perhaps, Adam just may be the first person to understand Strahm in a way that no one else has even attempted. Adam might be the first person who manages to see past that indifference, who embraces the writhing emotions underneath it because he gets it. And Adam is absolutely one of the very first people to look at Hoffman the way he and Perez did - after all, Adam is present in Strahm's hospital room when Hoffman pays him a visit and tells him to back the fuck off, and after the man leaves, the first thing he says to Strahm is "It's him, isn't it?"
Because he sees it too. He'd been in Hoffman's presence for all of around five minutes and he'd seen it too.
And just how world-shattering can that simple revelation be? For the first time, Strahm has someone other than Perez on his side. She's gone, there's nothing he can do to bring her back, but here is someone else who sees what he sees, feels what he feels, in a strange echo of the test that brought Strahm and Perez into this whole fucking mess. Here is someone who has no reason to agree with him, no prior pressure put upon him and someone who Strahm feels wouldn't simply agree with him on that basis anyway (as you've touched on before), and yet Adam sees it too.
I feel like, in the tensely energized space the two of them share in that room after Hoffman leaves, that is one of the very first times Strahm feels seen. He doesn't feel the need to keep his shields up, and it's liberating, in a way. He feels like he can breathe around Adam. For reasons even he isn't entirely sure of, Strahm feels safe here. He can be himself, even if that self is angry, bitter, jaded. Who better to understand that than Adam Faulkner-Stanheight?
It's a feeling that only increases after they're discharged from the hospital. There's no real reason for the two of them to stay together, no obligations (except the fact that Strahm saved Adam's life, but Strahm doesn't hold that over him & Adam doesn't stick around purely because of it), and yet they do. It's two weeks after they're sent home that Adam shows up at Strahm's apartment, shaking softly and looking so fucking miserable that Strahm couldn't even dream of turning him away - after all, he gave him the address. An unspoken agreement, an offering of companionship.
Adam has been thinking. He and Strahm, they're tied together in more than one way, aren't they? Not just their shields and safeguards, not just the similarities in their true, deep-down emotions, not even having been targeted by Jigsaw and surviving things they shouldn't have - they've both lost people. Strahm is never getting Perez back, and Adam? Adam bonded with a man in that bathroom who shot him and told him he'd come back, but never did. He never looked back. His other potential saviour, Amanda Young? Her idea of rescue was a plastic bag over his head, but even she couldn't commit to the idea. She left him there, too. He's not getting Lawrence back, he knows that. Jigsaw took something, someone, from both of them. So, he proposes, what if we did something about it?
(Strahm still thinks about when they first met, when Adam told him he loved him. He can't help it, of course he thinks about it; knowing Adam was delirious with blood loss and a dizzying combo of dehydration and starvation and infection didn't cut into the feeling the earnest declaration gave him, even if it should've. Adam stuck around when he didn't have to. He wants him here.)
They've lost everything. Adam, his peace of mind, the uncertain semi-stability of his life, functionality in his arm, one of the first people he'd made a genuine connection with. Strahm, his best friend, his colleagues' trust, the safety that came with observing the case from a distance. They have nothing and yet they have each other. They both want Jigsaw to pay for what he's done to them and the people they care about, and the innocent people they never even knew. Why shouldn't they?
Like you said, I don't think they get in the coffin. I agree with you and I think that Adam is the catalyst there, the one voice of reason that drags Strahm away from certain death before he even has the chance to get ensnared permanently in Hoffman's web. They don't even listen to the tape. They just hightail it. And it's outside of that building, chests heaving and hands shaking, that it all kind of sets in for Strahm: he could've died. Hoffman could have killed him like he wanted and he would've walked right into it had he been alone. Adam, completely unconscious of the gravity of Strahm's revelation, had turned around and saved his life, repaid a favour he didn't really owe but wanted to fulfill.
And again, like you said, it's not really a favour, is it? Not when instead of laughing in an expelling of nervous energy Adam leans up and drags Strahm down by the lapels of his jacket and kisses him hard, grip white-knuckled and short breaths huffed through his nose. No, there is the same kind of reverence to be found in the way that Adam cradles his face in his trembling hands and breathes out "You're alive," as the kind that could be heard in that first I love you. There's nothing else that Adam has to say for Strahm to understand. He just pulls him close because he needs this, too. He has spent so long living his life as someone who doesn't need tenderness, doesn't need people to care about him, feels safer in isolation than anything else, and now he doesn't feel the need anymore. He is changed, in this way, but Adam accepts it readily, and though Strahm can't say it back when Adam finally slumps against him and breathes out "I love you" against his shoulder, no fever or delirium to compromise the meaning, he feels it all the same.
They understand each other, hold each other. They have work to do, and lots of it - Hoffman's going to be rampaging in a blaze of enraged glory soon enough, knowing that Strahm (and, by extension, Adam) got away, and they're going to need a plan - but right now, they can breathe. Right now, all either of them needs is knowing the other is alive, that they'd made it through something that for all intents and purposes was meant to kill them. Strahm can't just walk away. Adam knows this; he doesn't think he can, either. Two people who are more similar than they could've ever dreamed, brought together in one of the worst ways imaginable and yet in a way that has served as a lifesaver - not Jigsaw, fuck that. They want to live. For themselves, for each other, for everyone who didn't make it out. For the people they can't get back.
It's a kind of understanding that's entirely foreign to both of them, but as they hole up in Strahm's apartment after, huddled close on the couch because neither of them can sleep and they're trembling for reasons other than just the caffeine buzz of coffee, it's one that they can learn to adapt to. They can do this. They're going to save lives. They're going to do this hand-in-hand. They have each other's backs, without the shadow of a doubt.
And, really, is that not love?
#strahm#adam#asks#THANK UUU god this dynamic makes me lose it!!!#I am so so glad I'm not the only one thinking abt them the concept of these 2 together has been in my head for so long!!#I hope this was. coherent lmao I ramble a lot#long post
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My thoughts regarding the Usagi/Mamoru age gap
I am writing this in response to this thread.
To be clear as crystal here, this is just my take on the situation.
With all that said, for the sake of argument let's say we are in total agreement that in real life a 14 year old middle schooler and a 17 year old college student shouldn't be dating.*
But that is the key phrase here: 'Real life'.
The thing is...there is no end of fairy tales or media aimed at children that at best start to fall apart or at worst become extremely creepy when you apply a realistic lens to it.
That is the joke about the majority of Disney's canon in fact. For instance, Aladdin was 18 whilst Jasmine was 16. I'm British and over here 16 is the legal age of consent for sex but even so I'm at least iffy on a 16 year old dating an 18 year old. And to trade off some of the comments elsewhere in the above linked thread, you could absolutely argue there was a 'mental gap' between Al and Jas given how she was a sheltered and somewhat naive princess who'd never left the palace and he was a streetwise older guy who'd obviously flirted and charmed his way out of trouble before.
But let's consider a different Disney classic, perhaps their most famous movie, the Lion King.
The Lion King is a beloved and rightly iconic movie but if you take it at face value and realistically (albeit ignoring the fact that animals can talk, sing and are capable of human emotions and cultural references) it's guilty of:
Promoting incest because Simba and Nala would have at best been first cousins (Nala being Scar's daughter) at worst brother and sister. Because that is how lions work. Male lions murder the cubs of other males with the possible exceptions of their brother's cubs where they co-rule a pride. Even with the best case scenario, deleted scenes had Scar try to make Nala his queen and those scenes were reinserted for the hit Broadway musical. So either a brother and sister hook up or two first cousins hook up and a Dad tried to have sex with his daughter.
Promoting racial/class segregation: The Hyenas are from the 'dark shadowy' place and are given traits you can easily interpret as associated with black, Hispanic, Latinex or mentally disabled people. They are also framed with Nazi imagery and it is Scar's decision to let them roam freely that causes famine. Simba beats them, they are forced back to 'where they came from' and all is well.
Promoting authoritarian absolute monarchies. That's the whole movie's plot. Simba must embrace his destiny as the 'rightful ruler' of the pridelands whereby all other animals bow down to him. It's not even like the lions are the ruling class and they are at least democratic amongst themselves, it's literally this ONE specific bloodline that is not only in charge but is SUPPOSED to be in charge. Even if the wrong person from that bloodline is in charge the entire land suffers until the 'right' person takes the throne. That's a pretty terrible and pretty anti-democratic message isn't it, and that's coming from someone who lives in a country WITH a monarchy.
And, I admit this one is a serious stretch, but you could even argue that it's saying two men raising a child is a detriment to said child. Because Timon and Pumba raise Simba into an adult and the movie is very clear that he's grown up wrong, he is not the person he should be because he's embraced Timon and Pumba's upbringing.
So you see...the Lion King is mega terrible.
Except it isn't.
Because we all have the cognitive ability and understanding to grasp that you are not SUPPOSED to take it that realistically nor at face value. Even as children we grasped that, hence the generation that grew up with the Lion King (by and large) obviously don't think incest is okay, don't oppose same sex couples raising children, don't think segregation is a good idea and clearly do not think monarchies are the bee's knees.
Maybe as kids people couldn't put it into words, but material like this essentially exists in this realm of symbolism, psychological shorthand if you will.
In fact all fairy tales do that.
And Sailor Moon IS a fairy tale, or at the very least it borrows a whole lot from fairy tales.
In addition to being a fairy tale though Sailor Moon is a wish fulfillment fantasy story intended for a female audience (or at least a predominantly female audience).
Now of course what one woman's wish fulfillment fantasy might be may not be another's and I wouldn't be so presumptuous as to argue that Sailor Moon even clicks with the wish fulfillment fantasies of MOST female audience members. But I think it's fair to say from the cultural impact it has had, and how it's fanbase is clearly mostly made up of women, that the wish fulfillment fantasy it offers clicks with a sizeable enough number of women.
The reverse is true of something intended as a male wish fulfillment fantasy. James Bond was obviously intended as a male wish fulfillment fantasy, and it's success speaks to how it clearly clicked with a sizable enough number of people. And I don't think I'm being overly presumptuous here when i say MOST of those people were male.**
Both SM and 007 are wish fulfillment power fantasies but they are also romantic/sexual fantasies too.***
I don't think it's unreasonable to argue that for a sizable number (but not necessarily the majority) of women, including the tween/teen girls SM was aimed at, having an OLDER lover is a romantic wish fulfillment fantasy. On the flipside I don't think it's unreasonable to argue that for a sizable number of men and boys having an endless string of casual and completely consequence free sexual encounters with (traditionally speaking) gorgeous women who find you incredibly attractive is a sexual wish fulfillment fantasy.
And the thing is BOTH those things can become bad when you apply a realistic lens to either of them.
James Bond's sex life realistically would involve at least a few sexually transmitted diseases, unintended pregnancies (one of which occurs in the novels) and at least a few callously broken hearts. Even when you look at it strictly from Bond's POV that life only seems glamorous at first glance. Perhaps it is a fun fantasy, but only when it remains in the realm of fantasy. Because in real life that kind of life if lived long term is ultimately incredibly empty and unfulfilling. Even James Bond media has acknowledged this because there have been occasions in the novels and films where he has at least attempted to settle down with a stable partner. Many Bond fans (understandably) decry this as undermining part of the appeal of the character hence Bond inevitably defaults back to being single because that is a baked in part of the wish fulfillment fantasy the character offers.
Let's consider some other ways the Sailor Moon anime offers a wish fulfillment fantasy, namely the future of Crystal Tokyo.
At first glance it seems wonderfully utopic right. It is a beautiful crystalline world where everyone lives in peace and harmony, hunger disease and even aging having been functionally eliminated.
Well, that isn’t the case if you apply a realistic lens to it.
It's an absolute monarchy wherein everyone is functionally immortal and children don't reach maturity even after 900 years. Chibi-Usa clearly chafes at this reality so how do you imagine other children (who aren't royalty) might feel? How might their parents feel having to raise their children and be responsible for them for centuries as opposed to around twentysomething years? What if you became immortal in your 80s, you might be a very healthy 80 year old but you aren't in the prime of your life and you are stuck that way for what is essentially forever. Not to mention what if you don't like or do not agree with Neo-Queen Serenity's policies? What if they are actively detrimental to you, your family, your livelihood, etc? You can't vote her out of power and you can't even hope for things to change because everyone is healthy, provided for and lives forever. The chances of someone else coming to power are at best very, very, very slim.
Then you have the fact that it’s surely a society that would’ve stagnated because everyone is provided for. That’s the whole point of a utopia. It is perfection. But what if you are someone who defined your live by striving for improvement? What if you were a doctor and now found yourself redundant. Sure, you might acknowledge that’s for the greater good but you are still yourself left completely without purpose in this world.
And that’s not even considering the inevitable monotony of existing for hundreds of years. Modern medicine and science has allowed human beings to extend their life spans FAR beyond how long we’d live if we were still just cave people. As biological organisms are concerned we never evolved to live for 80-90 years. Even if your body isn’t breaking down across the centuries the human mind would never realistically be able to cope with centuries worth of memories and life experiences. Mental illnesses and conditions would be rife. If nothing else living in that world would sooner or later become utterly BORING!
Hate to say it and obviously it doesn’t justify their methods, but the Black Moon Clan kind of have some valid points against the world of Crystal Tokyo. At least they do when you break things down REALISTICALLY.
And that’s my thesis here. Sailor Moon isn’t supposed to be dissected realistically, at least not to THAT degree. It is a wish fulfilment fairy tale fantasy and demands a certain amount of suspension of disbelief and understanding of what the fantasy is offering.
And for the record I can 100% assure that no teenager in real life has, or could, ever get into a harmful relationship with someone older than them BECAUSE they watched Usagi and Mamoru’s relationship in the anime.
The human mind is a very complex and very powerful thing. At a younger age it’s impressionable and can therefore be influenced. But it’s not so susceptible that the romantic relationships in a cartoon about schoolgirl super heroes is going to influence a viewer into making any major life decisions that OTHER factors weren’t also influencing them to do.
In other words if a real life 14 year old girl began dating a 17 year old college guy it would’ve happened regardless of whether they watched Sailor Moon as a child or not.
Indeed, one of my frustrations with the podcast Sailor Business is how many guests on the show cite how they liked Usagi and Mamoru as children but now think their relationship is bad and creepy. I disagree with them for the reasons I cited above, but the fact that those panellists nigh universally give that same narrative proves how nobody was ever going to be prompted to do anything potentially harmful to themselves in real life by the show.
*Personally speaking that is certainly my own off the cuff attitude.
**Not to dismiss the fans who aren't, same goes for the non-female SM fans.
***Although I think you could argue SM is more on the romance side of things and 007 on the sexual side of things.
#My Essays#bishojo senshi sailor moon#pretty soldier sailor moon#pretty guardian sailor moon#sailor moon#tuxedo mask#mamoru chiba#chiba mamoru#usagi tsukino#tsukino usagi#James Bond#007#Lion King#The Lion King#Disney#Crystal Tokyo
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Phoenix
A small story for @finzphoenix, I hope you will enjoy it. Scriddler, but no smut or anything else that would need a warning. Thanks again for reading, @shin-arei! Here’s a song. Not really fitting, but welp, it was realxing to listen to:
https://youtu.be/59AiB4YhCdg
Enjoy :3
Edward hissed almost in annoyance and stared lost in thought through the loose grating of the rusted barricade fence, slowly crossing his arms over his chest. On the other side of the fence there was hardly anything to be seen in the darkness. The overgrowth had also caused a dense jungle to develop on the former funfair over the years of vacancy, which even in daylight did not offer any insight into the general condition of the old site. Only a few dilapidated stalls stood out like memorials from the tangle of bushes. The tinkerer frowned. Why on earth had Jonathan called him to this place out of all places possible? There were surely countless better alternatives in Gotham for a one-to-one conversation or whatever the elder was up to that night. The Riddler sighed in frustration and lightly massaged his tensed forehead. As usual, the Master of Fear had not been particularly precise or even elaborate with the details of the meeting. The very short text message only mentioned the large main tent in the middle of the funfair, where Jonathan would be waiting for him around midnight. Not more. Literally nothing. The black-haired grumbled cautiously and stepped closer to the fence, clasping his fingers tightly in the holes in the brittle metal. How the hell was he supposed to fight his way safely through this terrain? Edward circled his shoulder once and finally, groaning, began to climb up the barrier, always trying not to crush any weak spots with the heavy work boots. The ramshackle fence tended to give way. The impressive height of three meters hardly made it any better in that sense, as the metal gradually bent backwards once Edward reached halfway due to the weight of himself. The black-haired man clung tighter into the grille and shimmy further up, looking down at the top to make out a safe landing point. This decision was promptly made for him by the damaged cordon. The fence buckled unexpectedly quickly with a loud crack, tore the tinkerer down into the wild undergrowth. Edward's cry of surprise echoed briefly through the darkness, but was lost in the loud croak of the startled crows. These piled up into the pitch-black sky and sought the distance. The villain got up, cursing, freed himself from some loose branches that had wrapped tightly around his legs during the unpleasant fall. He growled irritably: “Fucking hell, John. If you don't have a good explanation for all this crap here, I'll turn your neck with my own hands."
With these words he brushed some dirt off his tattered pants and stared into the darkness around him. What creatures might be wandering around him in the blackness? The inventor pulled the dark green parka tighter around his shivering figure and pulled a small flash light out of his jacket pocket, illuminating the overgrown path in front of him. He would somehow find his way through. Probably. The black-haired man climbed over countless variations of bushes, trying not to get tangled in the wildly growing thorns. His clothes were already a bit worn by some unpleasant encounters with the Dark Knight in the last few weeks and would no longer withstand further violence. Batman seemed to be on his period right now and was watching the villains in the underground even more suspiciously than usual. It was practically impossible to take a step in Gotham without facing the furious Bat. Maybe that was why Jonathan had chosen the old funfair to meet. Even the self-proclaimed superhero had his preferred catchment area and anything too far outside of it was mostly ignored in good faith. Edward smiled a little. Carelessness didn't really go with the Dark Knight. The Scarecrow in particular had long been aware of this fact and had adapted successfully, which enabled the stubborn psychiatrist to pursue his sinister plans completely undisturbed. In addition, there was probably the sad advantage that Batman still believed the Master of Fear was dead. The tinkerer was panting hard. It had taken ages to patch up his favourite accomplice in a reasonable way and to treat the deep wounds that the whole incident with Croc had torn in his soul. During those long weeks, Edward had actually come to appreciate the elder. His presence had been strange at first, no question about it, but Jonathan literally exuded an aura of calm and serenity to which the Riddler had got used in a very short time. Things that had previously driven him to white heat suddenly no longer affected him so much or were pushed aside and ticked off more quickly.
The black-haired man couldn't deny that he now really preferred the company of the former psychiatrist, even if he wouldn't go so far as to describe it as enjoying it - even if this formulation was most likely much closer to the truth. The inventor grinned a little. Which normal person could tolerate the compulsive tinkerer on a daily basis and constantly occupy himself with the jumping thoughts in order to somehow make sense of the lively man? Up until now, Edward had always believed that he had to lead his life on his own, as no one was willing to deal with him more closely and to give him undivided attention for more than half an hour. This probably applied to most of the people around him as well. To everyone except Jonathan. The younger one was all the more affected when one morning the Master of Fear was suddenly no longer in his hiding place and in an admittedly long letter explained in detail that he would have to find himself for a while and needs space. The mind of the inventor knew that the brown-haired man had no bad intentions with these words and that this decision had absolutely nothing to do with him, but still an unexpectedly deep wound had occurred. To be abandoned by loved ones was such an established, almost routine part of his life that Edward threw it back on the harsh reality in Jonathan's case - nobody would consider him good enough and after extensive use or exploitation simply throw him away again. As much as the black-haired man resisted this way of thinking, in the end the doubting thoughts won. This was kind of stupid. It was really more than understandable for the former psychiatrist that he wanted to stay to himself for a while. The older one was blind on one eye and was otherwise severely restricted in general body function due to the serious injuries. To cope with this new situation took immense strength and the brown-haired man could gather it best when he was alone. Jonathan was the ongoing definition of a loner. A good three months had passed since that fateful day. They had only exchanged text messages sporadically during that time. The tinkerer shook his head slightly. If he looked at it soberly, the Scarecrow actually only responded to repeated, really persistent inquiries and then only with monosyllabic answers. One had to constantly get on the nerves of the brown-haired man to get a reaction. The black-haired man was all the more surprised to read the older man's SMS that morning. Edward blinked in the dripping darkness and smiled triumphantly as the thick undergrowth finally cleared before him.
Several wooden booths and smaller tents emerged that had once amused crowds of people. Now these remnants of civilization are abandoned and lapsed into oblivion to their miserable existence. The inventor strolled through the long streets, shining his flash light over and over again at the remains of a once lively place. Somehow this eerie environment suited the former psychiatrist. As the Master of Fear, he had long since made a name for himself in Gotham, and even now, when people no longer believed in his existence, the mention of his alias spread fear and terror among the population. Jonathan, like many other villains of the underground, was a negatively influenced superstar of the modern age, a figure people feared but who secretly liked to read and tear their mouth about in the tabloids. The Riddler was no different on this point. People loved or hated him, there were only two possible directions. Basically it was relative to the black-haired man what the lower population said about him. Most importantly, they should talk about him a lot on the news and admired his unmatched ingenuity, even if they mostly described him as insane, crazy, or eccentric. Mental limitation inevitably led to far-reaching misunderstandings, but Edward now knew how to correctly interpret the seemingly stupid comments of the unicellular organisms around him. If the idiots didn't manage to express their enthusiasm in an understandable way, the Riddler had to pick the cherry on the cake himself. In the distance, the inventor caught sight of the large, red and white striped main tent in the centre of the funfair, small beams of light emanating from the four openings in the tarpaulin. At least the Master of Fear was actually waiting for him. The younger rubbed the back of his head and turned off the flash light. He was almost ashamed to question the brown-haired man's intentions again, but that was how he was. The inventor hummed softly. The first drops fell from the sky on him and slowly wet his clothes. Actually, they hadn't announced rain. Fantastic. This only made the man flee into the tent faster. Inside it was unusually warm for the cold season. The wildly distributed straw in the ring probably contributed a considerable part to keeping the temperature at a comfortable level. Edward yawned softly and slowly stepped closer, froze when he suddenly heard the clear voice of the older man sing. The black-haired man shuddered suddenly. Jonathan had a strange undertone in his voice, a hidden message that resonated in his words and that would remain hidden from most people.
One sentence from the Master of Fear could tear a well-functioning mind to pieces or cobble together a troubled mind. This was entirely up to the Scarecrow. The tinkerer breathed a little faster and ventured further inside, actively looking for the other. Jonathan stood on a small elevation in the middle of the tent, three spotlights were directed with glaring bright light on its narrow figure. His face looked relaxed and at the same time composed, an expression the tinkerer had never seen before in his otherwise frozen facial expression. The black cloak was tight around the thin body, warming the pale skin and protecting it from unwanted looks from curious outsiders. His body was a complete wreck covered with endless scars. The former psychiatrist had closed his eyes as he sang his lonely song in oblivion. Edward came to a stop in front of him, looking up at his frequent accomplice and now a good friend. Suddenly the thin man smiled crookedly and slowly opened the healthy opal. The icy blue stared straight into his soul. Jonathan finished the last line of his chant and tilted his head slightly, then said calmly: "Edward. I hope you will forgive me for the difficult circumstances you probably had to get here. Nevertheless, I am pleased to see you in good health."
The addressee raised an eyebrow and folded his arms over his chest again. He had the strong impulse to react in a snap, but that had never had any effect on the older man. Contrary to his feelings, he calmly replied: “I'm used to that with you, aren't I, John? So how can I help you, Scarecrow? You will hardly have brought me to this godforsaken place just to see if I am okay.” The brown-haired laughed, chuckling and shook his head. He stepped carefully off the stage, then gradually faced Edward. The Riddler trembled slightly. The former psychiatrist knew of its intimidating effects and used them regularly. This time they were less than three feet apart. Up close, the inventor could see all the small and large scars on the pale face. Deep cracks ran across the pale skin. Immediately his heart started beating faster in his chest again. The Riddler couldn't explain it, but being physically close to the gaunt man got his blood pumping and sent his mind on a roller coaster. The two of them had felt a deep bond during the weeks they had lived together. How many times had they looked each other and just didn't know what to do next? There was seemingly an invisible boundary between them. A limit that no one had dared to cross before. The black-haired man studied the older man's face, then clenched his fingers into fists. He knew what he should have done on the countless occasions. And now? Was it too late for that? Jonathan had deliberately wanted distance, but the extent of this desire was not yet entirely clear to the inventor. The Master of Fear suddenly spoke softly: “I certainly didn't have to bring you here for that, this is correct. The reason is of course different. I want to ask you to just listen to me for the next few minutes, Edward, without interrupting me. You can of course ask as many questions as you like afterwards, okay?” The Riddler frowned, but slowly nodded in response. This was an unusual request of his friend.
The brown-haired man took a deep breath and started speaking again: “Now where should I start? I think in the beginning. We both haven't forgotten how our relationship developed in the weeks following the Arkham incident, and I can't deny that it scared me at first. When the confusion got out of hand, I had to sort myself out and rearrange all of my thoughts and, above all, unknown feelings. This may have seemed like a cold hearted rejection for you, but in the end it was necessary to finally dare to take this step.” With these words, the Master of Fear stepped even closer, closed the last distance between them. Edward could feel the warm breath of the older man on his lips, and felt how the resulting thick fog wafted into the ring. The surrounding area was slowly hidden under a thick, living wall. After a while, the inventor wasn't even able to see a meter further, but that wasn't even his goal any more. His body was focused on the thin man in front of him. Jonathan cleared his throat and whispered barely audibly: "Edward, I have made a momentous decision for myself, but what I am asking you now requires the consent of both concerned." The leathery hands of the former psychiatrist were unexpectedly gentle on the Riddlers cheeks, tenderly caressed the oil-smeared skin. The brown-haired man continued: “I have learned how pleasant it can be to live with you and how much I am gradually lonely over the years. With your liveliness you showed me a new, interesting perspective. Your opinion on certain things made me think and I can no longer avoid wishing for more intense interactions with you. But no longer just as friends or accomplices. There has always been an unusual attraction between us, but we have never been able to describe or explain it in detail. I think after everything I've gathered over the past few weeks, I can say with great certainty that I have deeper feelings for you. I missed you and even with a certain waiting time this grievance didn't go away, it basically just got worse. I..."
Edward had surprisingly put his index finger on the former psychiatrist's torn lips. He shook his head and made it clear that the older one should be silent now. The brown-haired man seemed to understand the request, which he made clear with a simple nod. The icy blue stared deep into his own. The tinkerer swallowed hard and leaned forward, closing the last remaining space. In doing so, he crossed the invisible border, brought down all lines, laws and rules that they had built up over the years with one deed. Inside, the inventor could hear the crowd around them applauding in the stands, even if, of course, no one was physically in the tent. His fingers found their way to the Master of Fear's bony cheeks, drawing him closer to him in that kiss that was soaked with longing. At that moment something old was broken. The facade of an unusual friendship lay in ruins on the straw, from which something new slowly rose like a brightly shining, burning phoenix.
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