#isn’t actually that much of a big deal and that it wasn’t important in the first place? 😂😂😂😂

[mskatesharma]

Simone's LA Times podcast left me so ambivalent...She was delightful per usual and I'm glad she has some TBA projects so I can support her work elsewhere. But I think I'm finally over the show....

TVWLM is the only Bridgerton book I like, so I was happy to peace out from the fandom after S2. But S2 left me so dissatisfied and Simone and JB have made it seem like they'll have a decent story in S3, so I was gonna stick around. But Simone's reveal that they had written a backstory and flashbacks for Kate—but ultimately scraped it—has just left such a sour taste (compounded by everything else) and IDK that I can't reconcile it anymore. Like do I still want to follow this show?

They've got no problem giving all the white women characters their due (Eloise, Daphne, Penelope, Violet), but Kate, her family, and Lady Danbury have been horrendously written. There's no reason to be optimistic they'll try to course correct next season. Obviously Simone & JB have some idea of what their storyline is (seems she's been permitted to hint about a baby), and it sounds promising when they sell it, but I doubt it'll actually be that substantive/thoughtful...They didn't care to do right by Kate & Kanthony their own season, and now they've got a new central romance plus a million subplots to contend with S3.

Just feeling very disillusioned about a show I once really enjoyed despite its many issues.

I LOVED the LA Times interview, the questions were really good, and they actually asked about stuff other than representation. I also feel like Simone felt comfortable, especially seeing as she offered to tattoo the interviewer lol. I’m so excited to hear about what she has coming up, and I hope there’s an announcement soon because news about Bridgerton is just depressing as shit.

Anon, I am so tired of the shit that we continue to find out after the release of season two. Like it’s no secret that I have my issues with how shit the writing was for season two, but this latest thing is just...yeah. Part of me wonders if the way Simone (and Jonny) continue to bring stuff up is their way of trying to get it included next season? Like trying to force the show’s hand? (Also, I did start answering this ask yesterday but got annoyingly angry and depressed while answering so I had to leave it lol, sorry)

I am so fucking annoyed. And you’re absolutely right, it does leave such a bad taste in the mouth.

And you know what I find quite insidious about the whole thing? Is that they had these flashbacks included in the sides that Simone auditioned with, giving the impression of a somewhat thorough exploration of Kate's background and cause of her trauma and grief, as well as making it seem that Kate's background (including being Indian) and life in India was going to be given consideration, only for them to scrap the scenes entirely once Simone was cast. I honestly find it somewhat disgusting, and to be honest, it makes me feel sick. It’s like they enticed her with those scenes, and the promise of that kind of thoughtful focus, only to get rid of them once she was cast. Those scenes were bait.

And look, I know just because these sides and scenes were used for audtion purposes, doesn’t mean they were always going to be included in the show, but that makes it even worse? I didn't necessarily want flashbacks of Kate's time in India because I didn't trust the show to handle such scenes sensitively enough, but the fact that these scenes were written in the first place and then scrapped, ENRAGES me. It makes me feel violent. They wrote and included this stuff because they knew it was important for Kate's character, to understand her as a character and her motivations, and I don’t understand why it wasn’t included. So we could watch Jack and Portia have the same conversation over and over again? So we could watch any of the other sideplots go nowhere for far too long? WHY DID THEY TREAT KATE’S GRIEF AND TRAUMA AS THOUGH IT WAS MEANINGLESS AND THAT IT DIDN’T MATTER???

The WOC on this show are so poorly served, and I fucking hate it. I think maybe they’re saving Lady Danbury’s backstory for the Queen Charlotte spinoff, but, that’s still shit because not everyone who watches Bridgerton is going to watch the spinoff. Plus, if they keep the main elements from RMB, then Lady Danbury is involved in Polin’s story as well? And it’s gross, because her sole purpose in life is not to be the Bridgertons’ romantic fairy godmother?? Like fuck off with this shit. It’s offensive. I really thought they would expand on Kate and Lady Danbury’s relationship, and have Lady Danbury confide in Kate about her life and why she gave Kate the advice she did after the non-wedding...but they didn’t. And then you have how they treated Kate in HER SEASON. It honestly felt like she was a side character in her own season at times and I just...FUCK.

Like, my expectations for season three regarding Kanthony were already rock bottom, and with everything new that comes out, my expectations just get lower. It’s depressing, and I just...it gets more and more obvious that this show doesn’t actually care about ‘diversity’; for them it doesn’t actually have to be substantive, it’s just icing that they can sprinkle on the top and then ask for the plaudits for their superficial diversity. And it pisses me off that their superficiality gets hardly any traction or criticism.

#ask #anon #bridgerton #kate sharma #kathony #kanthony #anthony x kate #kate x anthony #the viscount who loved me #i hate how annoyed this show makes me #lol do you ever just randomly remember that there are people in the fandom who think the lack of focus on kate’s grief and trauma #isn’t actually that much of a big deal and that it wasn’t important in the first place? 😂😂😂😂 #what a stupid stance to have jfc

[magnus-rhymes-with-swagness]

OKAY who wants to hear about why i think nimona challenges amatonormativity? you do! 🫵

one of the main ways this is accomplished is through ballister and ambrosius’s relationship. it’s arguable that it doesn’t necessarily fit the traditional model of romance - not only are they a queer interracial couple, and not only is their relationship ambiguous in the book, but there are certain instances, especially in the movie, that subvert traditional ideas of romance and friendship.

one instance that really stands out to me is when the director asks ambrosius what’s on his mind and he goes on his imagined rant about how arm-chopping isn’t a love language - you know the one. when he mentions ballister, he refers to him as “the man i love, my best friend.” and not just one or the other, but both! the man i love, and my best friend. he places equal emphasis on both the romantic and platonic aspects of the relationship, valuing ballister in both a romantic context and a platonic context without treating either one as more important than the other.

and even moments such as the first “i love you” and the kiss manage to subvert tradition. both of these things are generally seen as a pretty big deal, especially in fiction - if the characters are kissing or saying “i love you,” it’s usually a moment in which everything changes. a line is drawn, dividing the story into after and now. sometimes it’s dramatic and climactic, with fireworks and a swell of music, but even when it isn’t it’s still seen as a turning point of sorts. now it’s official, now it’s real. but this isn’t the case in nimona. both moments are certainly significant - they do a good job of showcasing the character development and where ballister and ambrosius are on their respective journeys, and are certainly important in terms of representation - but neither one follows the path that most fictional romance does.

another way in which nimona challenges amatonormativity would be the emphasis on friendship! in the tavern scene (in the movie) when ambrosius suggests killing nimona, ballister disagrees and says “she’s my friend.” ambrosius replies with “aren’t i more than that?”, implying he’s more important than a friend - thus upholding amatonormative ideas. ballister becomes angry at that and leaves - challenging this idea and prioritizing his platonic relationship with nimona over his romantic one with ambrosius, as nimona is the one he wants to defend.

additionally, a big part of this scene is the way ballister deliberately rejects institute values while ambrosius unintentionally upholds them. and because the story challenges homophobia and transphobia (and other forms of bigotry) through the lens of the institute, it would make sense for it to challenge amatonormativity too! it’s something that’s become incredibly normalized, to the point that lots of people don’t even know it exists, and this is reminiscent of the institute brainwashing, especially when it comes to ambrosius - he’s been manipulated his whole life and probably genuinely doesn’t understand the level to which he’s internalized institute beliefs.

ballister prioritizes nimona many times, actually. when he tells ambrosius she’s “smart, kind, and quite sophisticated,” when he’s overjoyed to see her again at the end, when he refuses to kill her and saves her instead. over and over, he proves how much he cares about her, even when this involves directly going against what ambrosius wants - which, of course, is really what the institute wants. a core tenant of amatonormativity is the false notion that romantic relationships are more important or valuable than other types of relationships, but ballister actively goes against this!

to conclude, as a story that at its core is about identity and challenging societal beliefs, nimona defies expectations and traditional ideas of what it should or shouldn’t be. it’s possible that amatonormativity wasn’t what the creators had in mind, but the story still manages to challenge it with grace and elegance. just like its main character, nimona refuses to conform to what others want it to be.

#nimona #nimona movie #ballister blackheart #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius #ambrosius x ballister #nimona netflix #nd stevenson #nimona spoilers #i could go on tbh but i think this is a digestible amount #often when i’m writing a meta i’ll walk around in circles talking into my phone recording my thoughts out loud #and then i’ll play it back and put the most coherent stuff into a list which eventually becomes paragraphs #and the combined recordings for this one are about half an hour in total lol #i’m just. absolutely in love with the whole story. both the book and the movie mean so incredibly much to me #changed my life shaped me as a person etc etc :’) #OH i almost forgot. this analysis is dedicated to the person who sent me aphobic anon hate about it before it even existed lol #i know i said i wouldn’t post anything if people couldn’t be normal but idc actually. seethe with rage! <3 #my words #meta

[sanakimohara]

“COLA” - B.C.

“I got a taste for men who are older…”

Synopsis: Having a crush on her best friend’s older brother was a secret Y/n L/n had managed to hide for years. She presumed those feelings had disappeared over time, but when Chris—or rather, Chan, as he’s called by the rest of the world—makes a surprise visit to Australia to spend his last break of the year with his family, Y/N is bewildered to find that she, in fact, is still infatuated with her best friend's brother. Unbeknownst to her, Chan is already well aware of it and isn’t above taking advantage of her innocent crush on him. All fun and games, right?

WARNINGS: [MDNI! 18+] pining, fluff, smut, a bit of angst, cursing, smoking, and alcohol use. oh and the DDGL dynamic is implied…

A/N: Let’s hope I don’t scrap this and at least finish writing it…also Chan is his current age 25 and the reader is 18+

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*click click click*

The pen in her hand chirped the sound repeatedly as she anxiously toyed with it. Her foot tapped under the desk she sat at, another sign of her stress level rising and a less noisy indicator of nervousness to her peers seated around her. Y/N took a deep breath, trying to clear her racing mind for a split second to conjure up an answer to the question printed on the paper in front of her.

It seemed impossible to focus on the invisible weight of perfectionism that she subconsciously mounted. It was just a test. A written one. No big deal. She’d been completing assessments like this all year. However, the notion of it being the final and most important test of the year had Y/n second-guessing knowledge she’d consumed tirelessly throughout the year. Her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she inhaled and exhaled as slowly as her body would allow her to before her gaze refocused on the question.

She scanned it once, then twice; the answer to it eventually peeked through the fog that was her brain. She jotted it down with urgency before flipping the paper over to signal she was done. The professor monitoring the room full of boarding students lifts their heads at the sound of a paper turning. To no surprise, Y/N is the culprit of the clumsy noise but receives no reprimand from the instructor. Instead, they smile and motion for the young woman to hand her packet of questions in.

Y/N wastes no time in doing so, gathering her personal belongings before retrieving the paper. She cautiously descends the stairs that lead towards the professor's desk, and when she reaches her destination, she smiles sweetly and places the packet in the professor’s waiting hand. “You had me worried for a moment Ms, L/n,” they joke with a knowing smile and said girl nervously glanced at her shoes before answering in a hushed voice with a coy smile. “I was worried for myself actually…” It’s the truth. Her anxiety always worsened under pressure -especially during tests.

The professor maintained their smile and began grading her packet which slightly unnerved Y/n. “I don’t see why you’d be worried Ms. L/n. Your work has been exceptional the whole year….” The paused, pen pointed right at Y/n, “…you shouldn’t worry so much all the time. You can relax sometimes, it’s healthy for you, you know?” Y/n nodded, internally grimacing as they repeated advice she’d heard a thousand times before, but found it increasingly harder to do in a prestigious school without a single friend there to “relax” with.

She wasn’t a social butterfly but she did prefer the company of friends she’d grown close to throughout her childhood. Unfortunately, most of them attended other universities, started a family early, or just down right fell of the face of the earth at some point. The only person she had left to spend time with was Hannah Bang. Her best friend since grade school who had chosen to attained university closer to her family.

Y/n wished she could’ve done the same but her parents would never allow it, so here she was being told to find joy in her life of education without a single person to do so with. “I’ll keep that in mind Professor. May I leave now?” Y/n already knew they wouldn’t deny her request since it was the last day of the semester but as polite as she was walking out without properly asking didn’t seem right.

The professor stared at her a bit longer, a sort of concern swimming in their eyes as they processed her question. A moment passed and then the instructor wished her a good break and allowed her to leave with a simple nod of their head. Y/n let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding as she exited the cathedral like seminar room and entered the limestone halls of the large campus.

Not many students were out and about and even less took notice of her so she pulled her phone out and checked her messages. A smile appeared on her face as a new message alert from Hannah Bang shown on her screen.

>> You’re still coming right? 🤨

Y/n rolled her eyes at Hannah’s sarcasm. She could practically hear Hannah asking her this with a trademark snicker in her tone.

<< yes, I wouldn’t miss it for the world :)

>> Yes you actually would. Well, for a test or smth ��

<< wow you got me there Han…

>> I in fact do.

>> no but seriously…

>> I won’t forgive you if you cancel last minute like you did last year.. :(

Y/n cringes remembering how she backed out of her plans with Hannah last minute last holiday. There were a mixture of reasons she’d canceled but the main and most truthful reason was because Hannah had mentioned her older brother would also be at home for the holidays.

Like a coward, Y/n immediately backed out of staying with the Bang family hearing the news that he was there. She felt so ashamed and selfish of that decision and so when Hannah offered Y/n a chance to spend her break with them again this year she couldn’t bring herself to refuse.

It also helped that Hannah mentioned her older brother wouldn’t be making appearance like last time. Y/n gulped, face turning rose red, tummy doing backflips as the thought of seeing Christopher Bang in the flesh again caused her to malfunction. She chewed on her inner cheek, mindlessly wandering to lean up against a nearby wall as the few memories of him she’d religiously studied for years flooded her head. It was like all the logic left and all she could think about was him. After all these years she’d thought he’d be a distant memory or at least a less vivid one.

That just wasn’t the case though and no matter how many times she denied her attraction to Hannah’s older brother, the mere mention of him had her dumbfounded with adoration.

*buzz buzz*

Y/n snapped out of her lovesick daze as her phone vibrated. She’d totally forgotten to answer Hannah’s text and tried not face palm herself for it.

>> Leaving me on read is so mean.

<< Shush you’ll survive Han. I just blanked for a minute sorry.

>> Sure whatever you say 😔

<< don’t try to guilt me Han. You leave me on read like 99 % of the time

>> damn you got me there.

>> okay so you’re coming right? My mom keeps asking me so hurry up and decide!

<< I said you yes I’ll be there Han…

<< Just to be clear though….Chris won’t be there this year right?

>> …no why?

>> are you mad at him for something cause you asked me that last year too..🤨

<< NO I’m not mad at him lol!…

<< I was just wondering cause ya know he seems so busy in Korea with his band.

>> Oh I see.. I forget that you’re a closeted Stay sometimes.

>> No, he won’t be here though. Told our dad him and the members have too many end of the year award shows to preform at this time.

Y/n relaxed her body reading Hannah’s last text. A twinge of disappointment hit her heart but overall she was glad Chris wouldn’t be an obstacle in her break. Besides being attracted to him, her and Chris got along fairly well the few times she’d interacted with him while hanging out with Hannah. Due to his career and their slight age gap there wasn’t much Y/n could hold a conversation with him about and it was no help that she was in fact a fan of Stray Kids since their debut.

The pride she felt watching them on stage -watching Chan perform- was immeasurable but she assumed if he ever found out about her love for his idol activities he’d avoid her entirely.

A double edged sword that Y/n wasn’t fond of.

She told herself it wouldn’t be an issue this year though. Spending time with Hannah and Mrs & Mr Bang was all she wanted. Her family weren’t very….warm to be around. Especially not around the holidays so she preferred the company and hospitality of the Bang family anytime they offered it.

Y/n pushed her body off the cold stone wall, continuing her walk to her dorm suit across the campus as she texted Hannah back.

<< okay.

<< omw to start packing, see you in like 5 hours i think?..

>> your uni is only 4 hours away dummy…but yeah I’ll see you then :)

She shut her phone off, slipping it into her bag of belongings, and continuing on her way towards her dorm.

The whole walk there she was smiling, already reminding about the time she’d spent with the Bang family. How Hannah was and always will be her favorite person but most of all Chris, and the way his presence melted over her existence like warm honey.

As much as she wanted to taste its divine sweetness she knew it’d only make a mess of things…

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This was a series posted on my main acc but I decided to move it here. Please lmk what you think and if I should continue it. I already have PT2 in the works…

BONUS CONTENT +

#Spotify #skz #bang chan #stray kids #bang chris #skz smut #bang chan smut #stray kids x reader #skz imagines #skz x reader #chan skz #christopher bang

[heartofthedragons]

Rotten Deal Pt. 2

Modern!Aegon x fem!reader

Summary: When your ex boyfriend cheats on you and spreads a vicious rumor about you, you want to make him suffer. So you make a deal with the man you can’t stand: Aegon, the most infamous fuckboy at KLU.

Chapter Summary: It’s day one of your deal and it starts off with a bang and a mix of emotions.

Warning(s): Cursing, Suggestive Language, Suggestive Situations, Making Out, Mentions of parental neglect

Word Count: 1779 words

It’s been about an hour and a half of sitting in the library teaching Aegon, and it’s already a huge undertaking. He keeps zoning out and goofing off, more interested in goofing off and cracking jokes than actually learning the content.

“You know. You need my help much more than I need yours,” you say in annoyance as you catch a glimpse of Aegon scrolling on his phone hidden beneath the table.

Aegon looks at you with a mild scowl before clicking off his phone and going to put it in his pocket. You grab his phone quickly and pry it from his hands. “Ah ah. I’ll be holding on to this for the remainder of this lesson,” you say before putting the phone aside and out of reach of the silver haired boy.

“C’mon Y/N. It’s really not a big deal. I get what you’re saying. I don’t even know why we need to learn this stuff. They’ve all been dead for thousands of years.”

You roll your eyes, turning your head back to the textbook and notes before you, “It’s important because we can learn from their mistakes. Their society collapsed, it’s important to see what contributed to their rise and subsequent fall.”

“Easy. Something something blood magic bad. Something something slavery also very bad,”

“And…?”

“And what?”

“What else was bad, Aegon?” You ask trying desperately to get him to remember at least one crucial thing from today.

“Experimentation?” He asks, clearly unsure of his answer.

A satisfied smile takes over your face. “That’s right. Unethical animal and human experimentation and torture.”

You look at him for a moment. He’s smiling to himself and you can see there’s a hint of pride in his eyes. “You know,” you begin casually, “I’m surprised you don’t know more about of this stuff. Isn’t your dad, like, obsessed with old Valyria?”

Aegon deflates. “Uh…yeah. He is,” he says insecurely, “But old fucker doesn’t know I exist, let alone talk to me about stuff. He’s too busy obsessing over my older sister to pay attention to any of his other kids.” The bitterness and hurt is evident on his face. You’ve seen that same look on his and his siblings' faces before. Dejected and hurt. You remember seeing that look on Helaena’s face when her father didn’t come to her art show in high school. And Aemond’s face when his father wasn’t there to support his win in debate. And even Aegon, back when you two used to be close, searching through the stands hoping his dad was there to cheer him on in softball.

You feel bad. You should’ve known better. But before you can say anything, Aegon is back to his usual confident self, “It doesn’t matter though. I’ve got myself a sexy little teacher to help me learn.”

He leans in close to you, throwing an arm around the back of your chair, “Speaking of. Let’s talk about your half of our little deal.”

“What about it?”

“Come on, sweetheart. You really think anyone is gonna believe we’re fucking when all they see is you annoyed with me in the library?” You sigh and begin to put away the books, you suppose that’s enough studying for day one.

“What do you propose we do?” You ask. Aegon shoots you his confident smile, “People need to see us out together. Talking, flirting, kissing.” You grunt at the last words. “We also need to spend some time together in my room if we want it to be believable.”

You shoot him a glare and he playfully raises his arms in surrender. “I’m not saying we bang it out in there, though I can’t guarantee you won’t want to,” he says flirtingly. You have him with your elbow getting him to back off. “I’m just saying that any girl that I’d be having sex with more than once will be in my room once in a while. You wanna be believable? You gotta do it right.”

You nod. This is what you signed up for after all. “Ok. So where do we start?”

Aegon grins and stands up from his seat, hand outstretched to you. “Well. Today we can start by being seen around campus together. Talking. Flirting. That’ll get the rumors started.”

You accept his hand and ride from your seat slinging your bag over your shoulder and handing his phone back to him.

Aegon smiles as he slips his phone in his pocket and saddles up beside you. He snakes his arm around your waist and pulls you in close, leaning to whisper in your ear, “And make sure you look like you’re enjoying your time with me, beautiful.”

You roll your eyes before flashing him a flirty smile. He’s taken aback. It’s been a long time since he’s seen you smile at him. He likes how you look when you smile, if only you’d do it more around him.

“Let’s go, pretty lady. We have heads to turn.” You both make your way out of the library, and you’re all too aware of just how close Aegon is to you. His arm is gripping your waist tightly, his side pressed against yours, his face not too far from yours. You feel your chest squeeze, but you ignore the feeling.

As you walk together, you realize just what a presence Aegon really is on KLU’s campus. People are watching the two of you from everywhere. Many of them look on in confusion at the unequal match you and Aegon are.

Aegon feels you tense in discomfort and lightly squeezes you in reassurance. You look up at him with worry, and he smiles at you in return. “Relax. Just ignore them. Besides, you should be proud to be on my arm.”

You want to shove him or groan out at his cockiness, but you remember that this is part of the show, so you smile at him and giggle lightly.

You ease into his touch and try to act like you're comfortable with this. Like you’re not two people who avoid each other. Like you’re not two former friends who stopped being close. Like this isn’t awkward and scary and uncomfortable for you. And definitely not like your heart feels like it’ll thump right through your chest. ‘You hate him,’ you tell yourself, ‘Right?’

Aegon is completely contrary to you. He feels perfectly content in this moment, enjoying all the attention the two of you are getting.

“You know, love. I’ve been meaning to ask-,” he begins to say but he’s cut off when he hears you gasp and you stop in your tracks. He looks at you in worry, but follows your wide eyed gaze to the building ahead. And there he is. The golden haired bastard, Jason Lannister.

Jason looks at the two of you incredulously. His gaze is inspecting you both. Aegon smirks to himself before pulling you away towards the side of the building ahead of you. What better time to show off than now?

He spins you around so your back is against the wall and slides the bag off your shoulder to fall to the ground. Aegon leans over you against the wall, slightly caging you. You look at him with wide eyes and he smirks down at you. He leans down to whisper in your ear briefly. “Stop me if I go to far,” he says.

Before you can say anything, Aegon cups your cheek and leans in to kiss you. It’s gentler than you thought he would be, lips soft and plush against yours. You kiss him back trying to remind yourself that this is part of the deal. It’s all a show, and this means nothing. Nothing.

Things soon change when Aegon feels you kiss him back. His hands slides down from your cheek and begins running against your torso and brushing his hand against your chest. You gasp and Aegon pulls away for a second to let out a breathy laugh and smile. “Sorry,” he murmurs unconvincingly before leaning back in to kiss you.

This time his mouth is open testing to see if you’ll match his motions, and you do opening your mouth for each kiss. It’s inviting and Aegon tries to hold back his smirk and he slides his tongue into your mouth.

His arm settles on your hip and pulls you flush against him, continuing to kiss you and explore your mouth with his tongue. It feels so good. Gods be damned if he doesn’t know how to kiss with all the practice.

You’re putty in his hands. Completely melted into him. He pulls away and admired the way you search for him with closed eyes. He raises his hand again to push your hair back from the left side of your neck beginning to leave open mouthed kisses along it. He nips at the soft flesh and you let out a soft almost inaudible whine.

You can’t help but enjoy the feeling of the passionate kisses littering your neck, even if it’s Aegon doing it. Seven hells, maybe that’s why you like it. Not that you’d like to admit that to yourself.

Aegon is enjoying it too. He like seeing you drop your icy exterior, and even more so, he enjoys watching your blissed out face. And then his eyes drift to the side of you two.

Jason Lannister is watching your show with a grimace. Aegon can see how he’s seething at the display. He smirks at Jason and shoot him a wink before giving you one more passionate kiss. It’s messy and his tongue is brushing against yours and his hands are romancing all over you. And then it’s over.

Aegon pulls back with a satisfied look and you gaze at him in shock. Your heart is beating hard and though you’ve just been kissed, your mouth feels dry. You’re breathing hard as you search through your emotions, not understanding any of the complexities of your feelings.

Aegon seems to be completely at peace though. Smirking at you before grabbing your bag and pulling you off the wall. He leads you away from where Jason is standing.

“Not bad, hot stuff. You’ll be getting Jason jealous in no time,” he says with a laugh before slugging his arm over your shoulders.

He’s acting normally. Like he doesn’t care about what happened. Like he didn’t just kiss you passionately in front of so many people. ‘It’s all an act,’ you remind yourself, ‘This is just part of the deal.’

You try to shake away the thoughts and the sinking feeling in your chest. This is what you asked for. This is what you asked him to do. And it doesn’t matter anyways. You don’t like Aegon. You can’t stand him.

Right?

Part 1

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[onyourhyuck]

Popular. | N.JM | PART 5

— Prologue: “Enjoying the view, Beautiful?”

— Summary: Revenge becomes love? Old faces become new faces? Where you enroll back to your old school where you got bullied, to get revenge on Na Jaemin but he cannot recognise you.

— Genre: Popularboy!najaemin x goodgirl!y/n. Revenge plot with romance and smut. Mention of bullying. Plot twists. Very sensitive subjects no minors. School sex(?) exhibition. Jaemin’s obsessed with y/n. Enemies to lovers (kinda)

— Notes: Popular — The Series Masterlist.

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“Delete that photo of me right now, Chenle.” Ningning spat across the room where the three of them were lounging in one of the most expensive rooms ever. The Zhong household, more like a mansion-hold, was large spacious and everything in it probably costs so much more than the earth itself. It was ridiculous, how rich Chenle and his family are. At this point it wasn’t a silver spoon he was born with. It was a golden spoon.

The three of them were meeting up later at night considering the fact that their dear friend Ningning was still not over the fact that someone posted the hideously private baby photos of her when she was younger which will make everyone talk about her in the negative spotlight which is something that should’ve never happened, someone here was clearly targeting here.

In the luxurious lounge room, Ningning and Chenle scrolling through every blog on their school website made up of every student in it, they delete and report every repost of Ningning. Anything to do with what happened this morning, they will report and block it. Chenle was stuck doing that because his best friend was rather dramatic about this and he knows how Ningning’s mental breakdowns can be like. It’s not fun at all.

However their friend Jaemin was busy spam texting you all the time. The moment between the both of you never broke and he wasn’t even helping his friend. He just thinks some guy was messing with Ningning and trolling her. Jaemin doesn’t actually think it’s a big deal.

Neither does Chenle but of course Ningning feels embarrassed because it is her that was targeted. And her one insecurity was looking back at old photos of herself. Heck, whoever posted this to Ningning hit her old wounds deep and opened them up again so they can bleed once more.

The girl looking over when their friend was rather silent right now. Ningning appears on the left by Jaemin’s shoulder seeing who he was texting all this time. Who could be so much more important than her?

But the minute the eye saw the name contact, Ningning’s eyes widen. She looks at Jaemin with a frown. “Why are you texting Y/n? You’re meant to be comforting me right now. Don’t you care that your friend has a crazy psycho who stole information about her?”

“Hm?” A sound comes out of his mouth, slowly he looks up because he weren’t even listening right now to Ningning’s words. He smiles. “What we’re you saying? Can you repeat that?”

She glared at him. “Forget it. Go text your dumb girlfriend.” Ningning scowls rolling her eyes at him. Jaemin saw the girl walk away and he opens his mouth when he saw Ningning scowl at him. “Y/n isn’t my girlfriend. She’s my wife.” He retorts delusionaly.

The phone in his hand slips back into the front jean pockets, the body adjusts on the beige cream couch colour with leather fabric shining on every light reflection. The clothes he wore was a loose red hoodie that he loves so much, a white short sleeve shirt with the chain he wears almost everyday. The jeans were loose and baggy almost street style wear. Hair neatly parting right above the eyebrows bone. Jaemin slips the phone in the jean pockets with a devious smirk and the raised up eyebrows always upbeat with the flirtatious smile and expression the boy wears like the day depends on it.

The room fell in to silence until they saw Jaemin stand up and walk across the large open windows looking over the view to the city. The buildings ahead were shining bright light across. They can see the entire Seoul out of the building right now.

“I don’t think you realise this but you’re so different. You changed Jaemin.” His friend said with arms crossed on her chest.

Jaemin turns to her with a little smirk that was so unserious unlike Ningning’s firm and stern expression with the same tone matching the face. “I changed? I feel the same though.” He responds with a meek laugh as he sat down next to Chenle. The boys share a small arm wrap around while their legs spread forward to get comfortable sitting down once again.

The girl can’t believe her two friends right now. One was quiet and the other wasn’t taking this as seriously to see you like a threat. You clearly are a problem between the three of their friendship and their reputation!

You need to be exterminated some way or the other before you get rid of them all together. Ningning has always seen you as trouble but, these two don’t see you as a threat at all. They have fell for your innocent disguise.

“Do not patronise me, Jaemin.” Ningning spat. “You know Y/n isn’t innocent like you think she is. There is something wrong about her. You two are so blind to see it and when you realise I was right you will come crying to.”

The two boys share the same glance at one another they just screams ‘Ningning has lost her mind’ and it seems like they knew their friend would at some point go crazy and mental breakdown everywhere but they never expected it to be over someone as kind as you. Chenle and Jaemin find no fault in you. Unlike Ningning who was against you since day one. They break away to face their friend again.

With a deadpan expression Chenle sang in a voice that makes Ningning slightly annoyed again but it makes her give up on trying to change their foolish minds. “I think you’re just jealous because Y/n is getting popularity in school real fast.”

He jokingly adds. “And I think you’re trying to blame Y/n for what happened to you. Look here you had stalkers before. I bet it’s just another stalker situation.” Chenle said now making a good point but then again Ningning feels like this situation felt different than from the previous stalkers she encounters with.

Jaemin shifts aside from Chenle now and pulls Ningning to sit next to them and he wraps an arm around the girl shoulder.

She sighs when her friend now pulls her closer as he spoke to her in a teasing voice that is trying to lighten up her mood. “Come on. Don’t blame Y/n and give her a chance? Maybe, she can join our group?” Jaemin trails.

Ningning glared at him when he mentions in letting you join their group. They were meant to be a trio. You’re ruining them slowly one by one, especially their friendship.

“You can’t be serious?” Ningning grumbles with her soft face going into a jealous gaze changing when Jaemin saw her face twist.

She stands up now walking away from them. Pacing around the room back and forth with the high heels clicking on top of the marble flooring reflecting her shadow. “You lost your goddamn mind, Na Jaemin. What did she do to you?” Ningning’s hands make large movements in the air as she held her head feeling dizzy just by seeing how their friend has become a different person. What was this? Jaemin was never this invested in a girl before. Sure Jaemin was always with a woman one way or another but none of them last. He doesn’t keep them around for long. Ningning by now would’ve thought he’d dispose of you already.

But no, you’re still here. Like a giant but she cannot get rid off out of her life. You’re ruining them and it’s damaging their friendship. Ningning feels her blood pressuring rising because of how angry she can get when it comes to you and Jaemin. You changed him! Completely! It’s driving Ningning insane over here.

“We are meant to be a trio. If you add her in. I’m leaving.” Ningning threatens now.

Jaemin wasn’t impressed. Not even mildly impressed when he heard the beautiful girl’s outburst right now so he looks away sighing. The group was facing a crisis. They never heard her threaten to break up with them before so this was definitely a serious threat she had made.

“You’re being dramatic.” Jaemin throws at Ningning. “But fine, forget I said anything. Can you at least calm down?”

He swore Ningning had always been dramatic but tonight he wasn’t having any of it. Jaemin’s tolerance to Ningning was growing lesser by the day. She looks at them both before she looks away holding a deep exhale.

The one to diffuse the tension between Jaemin and Ningning was Chenle when he suddenly stood up grabbing the car keys. “Come on guys let’s go on a drive and go spontaneously drinking?” He wraps both hands around his friends who glare at one another clearly not happy with the conversation. They had no choice but to agree with Chenle.

“Fine but you’re paying.” Jaemin trails with a cheeky grin as he walks with Chenle and Ningning now. They make their way down the stairs to go down another stairs to the underground garage. Chenle was so filthy rich it sometimes felt like a fairytale to Jaemin to see, how rich do you have to be to have an underground garage with different cars and flooring? So rich apparently.

They make their way in the garage and seeing the multiverse of cars lining in each parking space makes them wow. Ningning took an eye off the pink motorcycle. The two wonder apart for a while until they saw their friend Chenle drop the keys along with his own headspace when the sight of the car clicking with lights out, was smashed to pieces? What the heck? Jaemin and Ningning wonder what happened in the front so they both tag along with.

“Who the fuck… who the fuck vandalised my car?” Chenle said in gasps as he wonders who would be able to get in this place?

Ningning gasps back when the sight of the car with broken windows, dents and broken glass on the floor spread. One headlight completely twisted out of the sockets. The bonnet of the car drenched with more dents and scratches. It makes Chenle feel so light headed and angry. The amount of money that car cost and the worst part? It’s a brand new, brand new freaking car that was damaged.

“Holy shit…” Ningning spoke back quietly, under her breath it feels like a deep snowfall because of how shocking the situation was.

The boy next to them looks around the place seeing broken window in the underground garage and he turns to the broken car. It looks like someone entered and broke in with force, with whatever they had in their hand they used the same weapon to damage the car but seriously? Why? Who would do this to him? Chenle swore he has no enemies. At least that’s what he believes.

Jaemin frowns. Two of his friends were targeted tonight it feels now like something was right. It’s starting to look a little bit more suspicious.

Chenle walks around the car and he feels like throwing punches in the air, the amount of times he yells out finding something new to complain about was a record. “Ah! Seriously this guy whoever he is i’ll have him arrested. This is vandalism and breaking entering!” He shouts punching the nearest air.

“Whoa whoa whoa calm down Chenle. We’ll find whoever did this to your property.” His friend said with a firm tone and Chenle couldn’t stay calm no matter what to be honest. No one has ever touched and damaged his property knowing how damn expensive it would be. Chenle’s one power was attacked head on.

His money suddenly felt like a twisted game of poker but he feels blind. Too blind to see who could ever do something like this to his freaking car.

Chenle glares at him. “Calm? You want me to stay calm when my freaking car looks like a bunch of junk scrap? Do you know how much that car cost me?!” The boy feels his heart race and the redness heat up his face even more as he breathes fumes.

Jaemin looks at him and he takes a step back, looking at the broken car. There was something wrong with this…

You definitely pulled some sleeves on this piece. And they have no idea it’s you.

The wind brushes past your arms out in the open as you’re wearing a white small tank top cami while watching the people play sports up ahead. You are sitting out on the football game the gym class decided to all collectively play in today’s lesson. You feel rather comfortable sitting and watching everyone do something. Meanwhile everyone was running around.

You feel a sudden cold rush bring to your temple. Your attention moved to the arm stretching out and it was Jaemin who took a seat next to you. Shirtless. You look away with a frown. Why did he decide to bother you today? He wasn’t even meant to be on this side of the long grass in the field pitch, because his gym class was on the opposite end. You move down the bench away from him. Jaemin laughs a little finding this amusing how fast you moved away from him.

Your eyes were glued on his bare chest however. You never thought you’d see Jaemin’s shirtless body ever coming in your life, but here you are, staring at them trying not to be so freaking obvious.

“Enjoying the view, Beautiful?” Jaemin said amused, watching your eyes check him up and down.

At this point you try to focus on getting your revenge onto Jaemin now. You managed to get your sweet revenge on Chenle. Luckily it was an easy break in and you knew it’s bad since you did commit a crime twice now. But can you blame yourself?

They hurt you first. They abused you in every way possible so now you’re only giving them a taste of their own medicine. Their own consequences they have to get over. And they have to suffer just like you did which forced you to be homeschooled.

“Y/n why are you social distancing from me?” He peeks up behind your shoulder and stares down at you what you’re wearing. It looks nice to see your beautifully angled shoulders and the way your ponytail was revealing slight of your nape. It really urges Jaemin to just smoothly place a kiss on it but he fought those urges, biggest conflict of his life he’s ever had to do. You sigh when he sat down next to you again even though you moved.

He puts the cold drink on your lap now. “Drink up. It’s really sunny today.” You think you find those gestures to be sweet but it’s Jaemin giving it to you and it makes you question if he had any ulterior motive all the time when he’s with you.

“Why are you here? Your class was on the far end.” You now ask him as you’re trying to figure out why he is here and not bothering Chenle or Ningning. Why was he trying to bother you first?

Smirking now he leans closer humming in the same flirtatious accent that makes your breath race and pop up from your lips everytime he speaks. It makes your skin crawl with how deep his voice goes lower octaves.

He laughs a bit. “You looked like you missed me.” You want to vomit right now. As if you looked like you even missed a single bit of his presence. Your reaction was the same bland and flat tone. “I was actually happy today until i saw you.”

Jaemin somehow knew you were lying there. He must know you are warming up to him, or at least he wants to believe you are slowly warming up to him.

Then the eyes fell at the cold drink he got for you. You haven’t even touched it once. He looks at your face that’s watching the front with your beautiful chanting eyes.

“Why aren’t you drinking it?” He now asked you. Your voice was replying in a repaying sound that doesn’t even show a bit of emotion. Nonetheless Jaemin was hooked on it like a drug addict. “Because I don’t want it. It’s your drink. You bought it.”

“How am i supposed to spoil you when you won’t accept my gifts?”

Jaemin now said back to you questioning as you are always rejecting his gifts and thoughts of gestures. The acts of service he was giving you all this time was never successful but he can tell you might just be scared to let him get close to you.

It was a feeling he has when he’s around you. You’re not letting him in but Jaemin was determined to get inside your door and one day see you accepting his affections. He’s never been this attentive to any girl before either. You should feel lucky.

You groan. This was stupid he won’t leave you alone unless you try that stupid drink he bought you. You lift your hand around the cold canned drink and slowly open it.

You warn him. “Fine just stop pestering me.”

Jaemin saw you taking a sip of the drink now with a precious proud smile. It makes him happy that you tasted it. Even though your expression wasn’t the happiest. He still felt happy.

Watching somewhere he shouldn’t be; specifically your lips as you drank and tasted the peaches drink. Jaemin’s eyes were watching your bottom lip with a dripping peaches water running down the corner of your lip soon to your chin nearly. He lifts your face to suddenly watch him. He came closer with his face and suddenly your breath stops coming to your lungs. Your heart was a marathon runner racing like a bolting stride. The eyelashes flutter as the handsome boy leans down with a smirk. You hate feeling like this when you shouldn’t. He’s an enemy. He’s your bully. You shouldn’t be having your heart racing for this boy at all.

Pushing the thumb down the corner of your lips to wipe the peach water. He smiles seeing your cheeks slowly heat up. The boy loves seeing the effect he has on you but you always tend to hide it away with your tough personality. You’re even more beautiful close up and it’s a shame that this will be an one time thing when he can see your beautiful eyes this close watching him. Your eyes were so big he could see himself in. “You had some water on your lips.” Jaemin whispers with a smirk.

Your eyebrows flutter back down. “Your mind games don’t work on me.”

Jaemin was stunned but amused. What mind games are you speaking about? “What do you mean by that, pretty girl?”

You pull away clearing your voice. “Are you perhaps scared you might fall in love with me?” Jaemin said now slanting forward as his lips were close to your cheeks and your eyes watch him like a hawk. You don’t want him to move forward more but, why did a part of you also want him to move forward…?

“There’s no such thing.” You said confidently but your eyes said something else. Jaemin saw some truth behind them. He whispers. “What if i fell for you?”

“Very funny.” You sarcastically say. “As if the most popular guy in school would ever fall in love with someone. Everyone knows you are popular and only care for your popularity.”

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Taking a Closer Look at Fresh’s Actions

Fresh does a lot of weird stuff, even weirder if you don’t know why he’d make the choices he does. The perception of Fresh amongst fans is all over the place, so knowing Fresh’s character is nigh impossible unless you’ve spent a lot of time and effort trying to get ahold of it.

Luckily for you, I have in fact spent a lot of time and effort trying to understand Fresh and learn everything I possibly can about him, and I’m here to try and tackle explaining what the heck Fresh has been up to- because why he would act how he did in these combat scenarios is a delight to analyze.

So let’s get this ball rolling! For clarity, I’m discussing Underverse 0.7 Part One here, analyzing his actions in the animation and how well it suits his character, and this post is part one of multiple. The next part is posted!

Starting with the least surprising action taken by Fresh; 

1: Running away.

This one isn’t too hard to understand no matter how you slice it. Most interpretations of Fresh would have him run away here- but for those who may not know it, it will be explained nonetheless! Especially because he runs away multiple times in the various conflicts, showing that this isn’t just something he was doing because of Error, this is a regular response to any kind of confrontations like these.

Fresh running comes from a variety of places that tie into each other. The most important reason to run is the fact that he wants to live above all else- NOTHING is more important to him than his own life, and any choice that has a real chance of putting his life in danger he will avoid as much as possible. 

So obviously, a fight with Error is a situation he would just leave, especially given he now has everything he wants out of this place. Error is very strong, and Fresh was able to score a good attack because Error was distracted and he had help. Fresh does NOT want to get into a direct fight with Error if he doesn’t have to. So he gets outta there baby!

Fresh has another big reason to run away, however, and this reason ties into why he would choose to run away from Ink as well! That reason is his persona- being a super radical 90s broskie is also important to Fresh, and preserving the perception that he’s a harmless weirdo is a part of that. If people saw him fight, they would know he’s actually pretty powerful and worth being scared of, which is terrible for him!

He needs people not to be afraid of him. He needs people to trust him, or at least he needs them to underestimate him- and he succeeds, wonderfully.

Fresh IS regularly underestimated- you can see this actively in the way that Ink just brushes him off when he initially confronts him with a complaint about the gift. Ink doesn’t see Fresh as very important at that moment, and not a big deal- which at THAT point, is a detriment to Fresh, so Fresh starts to push the idea of the opposite. Getting in Ink’s way (and surprising ink as he does so) and telling Ink he’d show him “who’s really da weakest,” referencing the fact that people see Fresh as weak.

And that they’re wrong to think so.

But that’s getting off topic from his habitual running away! So I will offer a very important piece of insight that’s easy to miss if you don’t stop and consider it yourself, given it’s not stated explicitly.

Fresh DIDN’T run from Ink. He did run from Error in the start, but he did not actually run from Ink. He at best pretended to run from Ink, because he knew he had a reputation- and he knew it would work with his plan. 

How do we know he wasn’t running away? Because if he was running away, he would be gone. Fresh has more than enough ability to get away whenever he wants, if he actually wanted to escape he could have ran off into who knows where in the multiverse and hid via teleportation before Ink had a chance to blink. If he actually wanted to steal the vials, he wouldn’t have shown them to Ink, he just would have left with them.

“Running away” was part of a much larger manipulation of Ink on Fresh’s part.

2: The larger manipulation

You may be less aware of this depending on how big a fan of Fresh you are, but this guy is a liar and a manipulator of the highest order. He enters any situation he can with a fully thought out plan, and acts how he needs to in order to execute that plan. His motives are his own survival, of course, as far as the results he gets, but the method is fun.

He does enjoy having fun. His idea of fun is being successful, especially at other people’s expense, and he enjoys winning so much he’s likely made his persona a game in of itself, that he wins when he convinces people it’s real.

But today he isn’t focused on THAT game. The goal of the game today is to possess Ink, but there’s a catch here. Ink doesn’t have a soul, not traditionally, and Fresh needs to use the energy out of a host’s soul to survive and successfully possess them. Thus the goal of the game is revealed; He needs to make Ink drink as many vials as possible.

You may notice that he missed one! You noticed wrong- He couldn’t let Ink drink the last vial for reasons that I’ll explain in a moment, because I want to go through the first part of the interaction first.

The first thing Fresh has to do is upset Ink, which is VERY easy to do with a few things. Firstly;

Fresh stole Ink’s… inks. The sash- he straight up stole that. It may have fallen off of ink in the battle with Error, but he snatched it and was keeping it hidden on his person for use in his plan directly. Fresh knows that the vials are how Ink functions- he calls it out directly when showing Ink he has them. Look at how shocked Ink is to see him with them- Ink was wholly focused on finding the vials, only to see that Fresh had found them first and was keeping them from him intentionally. 

This is the start of making Ink upset with him, albeit not the first thing Fresh did directly to upset Ink. Fresh also used the “gift” he’d gotten from Ink, the unlimited vial, on Ink. He FORCED Ink to drink it.

This is almost funny! When you see it initially it’s so sudden that you might laugh as a first instinct, because it seems so out of left field. But it’s not. And then you realize Fresh genuinely made him drink it, and you realize when he shows the rest of the vials he knew what he was doing. He was making Ink be effected by something, and it’s important to note that while Fresh knows how the vials WORK, he doesn’t know what each one individually DOES. Especially not the unlimited vial, something that’s never been seen before.

Well, he needs to make Ink upset. And he also needs to find out what this vial even does, and he knows if he shoves the whole thing in Ink’s mouth Ink’ll have a reaction large enough that he can probably guess what it does and react appropriately. Thus this scene, and then the one after where when witnessing the state Ink was in, he makes fun of him.

He calls Ink out on trying to give him a gift clearly not meant for him, and especially trying to get him to drink something that would probably cause him distress if it worked. Making fun of Ink for it, and then revealing the rest of the vials, setting up perfectly for the next part of his plan. He’s underlined how important the vials are for ink, and shown that he has them. Now he needs Ink to feel desperate enough to drink them right now.

Obviously, he can’t just force Ink to drink all the vials like he did the unlimited vial. Ink would never let him pull it off, and he’s not about to try and pin down Ink, protector of the multiverse single handedly to even start attempting that. He needs to convince Ink to drink them himself- which is the next immediate thing he does. 

He tells Ink he’s gonna show him who’s weak, and then “runs,” initiating a chase. He knows Ink will follow him, because Ink is impulsive and upset with him right now, and needs the vials back. That means he can convince Ink to drink them himself.

Fresh starts out the chase poking at Ink’s fears and current concern, remarking “I bet ya’d hate to have nothin’ left.” Turning around to see that Ink is chasing him with a blaster, he can be sure that step one is complete without a doubt, as Ink has indeed decided to chase him, but he has to keep up the illusion of this being a “real” chase. The idea that Ink actually has to catch him and fight- so he pretends to be surprised at Ink being upset and chasing him!

But his smile and shades switching to say “OKAY” betrays the truth for us, only happening as Fresh turns away from Ink. He knows he’s in the clear and just has to keep up appearances long enough for Ink to drink the rest. 

His next comments also betray a secondary goal; Making sure Ink uses as little magic as possible. The plan is to possess ink: He needs Ink to have the maximum amount of power possible when he gets there, so he IMMEDIATELY reprimands Ink for firing off an attack at him. Warning Ink that if he keeps attacking he’ll run out of magic before he gets the vial back, and reminding Ink of the danger of that- Fresh has his vials, if he runs out of magic he’s hosed.

This is also why it’s important that Fresh is being CHASED by Ink, not FIGHTING Ink. He probably could fight Ink, but it’d be inefficient and dangerous. He needs Ink to be taking him seriously enough to drink the vials when getting them back, hence the threat of taking them and disappearing that pushes Ink to make sure he has the power he needs to grab them.

Then, he carefully starts giving Ink back some of the vials. Making it seem to Ink that this game of cat and mouse is going to be one he’ll draw out as long as possible- making it seem more important to Ink that he catches Fresh as soon as possible, otherwise he may actually lose some of the vials.

An interesting thing to note in this screenshot, by the way; Jakei’s attention to detail is astounding. The vials on the sash are in the same order as they are on the tracker- albeit while upside down now it’s reversed. But the order goes Orange, Yellow, Green, Teal, Blue, Pink, etc… And Jakei made sure to have the spots for Green and Yellow empty! Obviously, he’s throwing them out here…

But the slot for Blue is ALSO empty. We saw Fresh holding it earlier- but he didn’t put it back in the sash. He kept it on his person, likely because it’s the vial that’s most full. It’s also worth noting that he tossed out Green and Yellow- he doesn’t know what each colour does, but he DOES know those two are by far the emptiest vials at this point. Tossing them to Ink won’t make him too powerful, it’ll just make him hopeful enough in his success to continue the chase while Fresh continues to make fun of him for it.

He also is aware of Ink having magic at his disposal from the infinite vial from before, because surely if it worked like the other vials it’d work to power him as well. He uses it to his advantage here, calling Ink a liar again (something he saw firsthand upset Ink) and calling into question whether the infinite vial is even worth anything. Pushing the idea that Ink desperately wants the sash back by intentionally making fun of it.

It’s a subtle thing. But by making fun of Ink’s want to get the vials back, he’s introducing that idea to Ink again- that Ink needs the vials, that he absolutely has to catch Fresh ASAP to get them back.

Ink grabs the Sash and rips all the vials away from Fresh after. All but one…

He drinks all the vials he has immediately, as we see on the tracker. But Fresh stops running, which to Ink would be strange. Maybe he thinks he’s lost? But with the amount of confidence Fresh has, that’s clearly not true. Ink’s also definitely aware that Fresh has the Blue vial. But after playing keep away for so long, Fresh does something that absolutely baffles Ink.

He tosses Ink the vial.

This doesn’t make any sense to Ink and it shows. When Ink catches the vial he doesn’t drink it immediately. He looks at Fresh, trying to actually listen to what the other is saying now, trying to understand why in the world Fresh would hand it back to him after keeping it from him very intentionally before now.

And then in an instant Fresh is in front of him. Very close. And after having lorded it over Ink this whole time, calling Ink impulsive and foolish and lording himself as being smarter and better at this than Ink is, he reveals his hand.

He’s wanted to possess Ink this whole time. He just needed to use Ink’s impulsivity against him, and he succeeded with flying colours. Ink is also immediately aware of the fact he messed up, reacting in frustration at having been duped like that, which is quickly shut down. Because again, this spotlight is on Fresh, this is HIS success and Ink’s failure, and Fresh is having the time of his life with it. He is having so, so much fun being better than Ink.

Now I mentioned before and you can see it here, so as the last thought to end off this part of the character analysis; Why didn’t Fresh want Ink to drink the blue vial? If you look at only the goal to possess Ink, that doesn’t make a lot of sense. Wouldn’t having Ink drink all of them give him more time?

It would! However there’s another bigger plan at play here that makes it worthwhile for Ink to have extra paint when he’s through with him; the fact that Fresh wants to survive.

I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but in Underverse the multiverse is doing pretty rough. The doodlesphere is in shambles, multiple AUs have been directly disrupted, the main timeline itself is under attack right at that instant and it’s getting worse, and Fresh can’t predict everything. He can tell it’s getting worse and worse though- which means he needs something from Ink.

He needs Ink to stop being an antagonist. He needs Ink to save the multiverse because he knows Ink actually can. That means he needs Ink to be emotional when he’s done with him- because while possessing Ink, he’s going to be consuming all the material that Ink had drunk up to that point. So there needs to be a little extra left over for Ink’s sake.

This is why he gives Ink the blue vial in a way that doesn’t prompt Ink to drink it. He’s the hero fighting an antagonist here, but he’s doing it by essentially out-villaining Ink. Forcing Ink’s hand and trying to make him realize he can’t keep playing games with X Gaster, he needs to fix this, and quick. 

Besides, he doesn’t need THAT much time to deal with Error. That’s just icing on top for him.

That’s all I think I can say in this part of my analysis without making this post REALLY stretch too long- so I’ll be making a part two!! Further discussing things like Fresh’s mindset while in this fight, more about his actions while fighting Error, and whatever else I can fit into that post. Look forward to it!!

#fresh #fresh underverse #underverse 0.7 #underverse #ink #truefreshinfo #error #not tagging the other one as the man is just in the screenshot at the start #and not really discussed in this any #I tried not to make this too long #but there was so much to talk about with just this one thing #and I'm not even done talking about it #I am however having fun

[lokis-army-77]

Could you do a Eddie x reader fanfic where their relationship is a secret? Eventually Dustin gets all suspicious cause Eddie’s missing lunch and hellfire meetings ( not a actual campaign he would never) he then goes and tells mike about it and they go ahead and try to investigate by going to Eddie’s trailer?



Where have you been?

Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 1869

Eddie has been missing when it comes to hanging out with his friends and Dustin wants to find out why.

Warning: honestly not much of an x reader, it more follows Dustin and Mike but you still see the relationship. I don't classify it as angst but some could, fluff, spying.

Masterlist

The week had started out normal, it was only when mid-week that Dustin had begun to notice some odd habits coming from his dungeon master, Eddie Munson, and the only girl in their club, y/n. On Wednesday, neither of them had shown up to lunch, which in and of itself wasn’t that unusual but then that afternoon, after school, they weren't at Hellfire either. Wednesdays were the days the whole club got together not to really play the main campaign but maybe a short one shot created by someone other than Eddie, or to just fuck around like all high school boys do when there isn’t anything else happening. 

Dustin had let it slide until it started to become a daily occurrence and when asked, Eddie always just insisted he was busy and that it wasn’t that big of a deal. But to Dustin, not having one of his favorite people around, it was that big. 

So he devised a plan to catch Eddie in the act of what the hell was so much more important than hanging out with Hellfire. 

His first stop, the Wheeler house. 

Dustin knocked on the door before barging in, startling Mrs. Wheeler as she was walking to answer it. 

“Dustin, what a surprise.” She smiled at him. 

“Hi. Mrs. Wheeler. I need to see Mike.” He smiled back but hurried past her to the basement door. 

“He’s upstairs in his room Sweetie.”

“Oh, thanks.” He turned on his heel and sprinted up the steps. 

Mike’s door was shut sight but that didn’t stop him from coming in unannounced. At the loud noise of the door swinging into the wall, Mike quickly looked up at his friend from his desk, eyes wide. 

“Dude, what the fuck?” 

“Get up, I need you to come with me.” 

Mike turned in his chair. “Need to come with you where?”

Dustin walked over and grabbed Mike's arm. “Eddie’s house. He keeps canceling Wednesday night Hellfire and I want to get to the bottom of why.”

“But he literally told you why the other day. He’s busy and it’s not like he’s missing the actual main campaign.”

“But we never get to see him. Even Garith said he was midding band practice too. Honestly, Mike, what is so important that he’s skipping lunch, midweek hellfire, and band practice?”

“Dustin.” Mike sighed.

“It has been going on for weeks and I want to know why.”

Mike sat for a minute and thought before standing reluctantly to his feet. 

“Alright, fine, I’ll come with you, but if Eddie gets mad that we were spying on him, I’m blaming you.”

…

When the two boys arrived at Eddie’s trailer that Saturday afternoon, no one was home. Eddie’s van was nowhere to be seen and Wayne was working overtime like he did every weekend. The two boys found the spare keep under the doormat and then slipped inside. 

“Dude, what are we even looking for?” Mike asked as they both began walking through the home.

“Uh, I have no clue. Anything that can tell us why he isn’t hanging out with us anymore.”

They found nothing in the living room or the kitchen but when they searched the bathroom, they did find something unusual residing in the medicine cabinet of a trailer where only men lived. A box of tampons sat in the direct middle of the shelf, staining back at the two wide-eyed boys. 

“No way,” Mike muttered. 

“Is he ditching the group for a girl?” 

“Maybe, why else would he have these?” 

“It makes no sense. He’s never mentioned a girl and he definitely doesn't hang out with them.” 

“You don’t know that.”

“Name one girl outside of Robin, with Steve mind you, that he hangs out with.” 

“y/n,” Mike stated matter of factly. 

“Wrong, he only hangs out with her at school during unch and hellfire.”

“Yeah, and who has also not been showing up to lunch and midweek hellfire the same as Eddie?”

“What do you mean?” 

“Man, have you really not noticed that they are both gone at the same time?”

“No?” 

“Oh my god, Dustin, really?”

“What?” Dustin scoffed.

“If you would have just put two and two together then we wouldn’t have to be here right now.” 

“No, you just thought of that. If you would have said something before we got here-” He trailed off. 

“Hey don’t do that. I’m not taking the blame for anything here. Come on let's just go.” Mike started out of the bathroom and down the short hall. 

“Mike wait. Let's check out Eddie’s room first, just to confirm the suspicion.” Dustin didn’t wait for his friend, choosing to go straight into the twenty-year-olds messy room. 

There were shirts strewn around the floor as well as a few papers. On his bedside table were an ashtray of half-smoked cigarettes and Dr. Pepper cans. Noting out of the ordinary for a guy's room. 

Still curious, the boys began to go through Eddie’s dresser drawers. Dustin stopped when he opened the top drawer of the dresser on the farthest side of Eddie’s room. 

 “This definitely isn’t Eddie’s.” Dustin laughed, pinching the strap of a light blue bra and tossing it at Mike. 

“Ew, dude, why did you do that.” Mike swatted at the article of clothing. 

Dustin ignored him and kept digging for any identifying items of clothing. 

“Uh, Dustin.” 

“What.” 

“We might be caught.” 

“What do you mean?” He kept rummaging.

“Eddie’s back.” 

Then, the sound of loud music could be heard as Eddie’s fan pulled into its spot in front of the trailer.

“Shit. Quick, hide.” Dustin whisper and shouted at Mike. They both rushed into Eddie’s practically empty closet and closed the doors, leaving only a small crack for some light. 

Both boys tensed when they heard footsteps coming in their direction. Their hands flew to their mouths to keep their breaths quiet. 

That’s when y/n came in, sighing as she crashed on Eddie’s bed and curled up into the pillows. Eddie wasn’t far behind by the sound of his quick footsteps. 

“You know, you wouldn't be so tired if you went to bed earlier," Eddie smirked as he came through the door.

The boys in the closet watched as she grabbed a pillow and flung it at Eddie. 

"I would if someone who stop calling me to 'just chat'." She grumbled out but her sour tone was soon replaced by a laugh.

"Excuse me." Eddie feigned offense and fell onto the bed beside her. "Here I was thinking you enjoyed our midnight chats."

"I do Eds, I do. But all that staying up late is starting to catch up with me." 

Both Dustin and Mike cringed away from the crack in the closet door as Eddie and Y/n shared a tender kiss. 

Eddie smiled into their kiss, hands coming to wrap around the girl's body and turning so that he held her on top of himself. 

"Well, then I guess we'll just have to take a nap." He gave her another kiss on the cheek. 

Mike, hidden behind the closet door, gagged and shuffled back, his foot crunching down on something he could not see. 

Dustin turned his head slightly to him and mouthed "What the fuck?" Before trying to push himself further into the dark recesses of the closet. 

Y/n and Eddie had stopped their shows of affection on the bed as soon as they had heard the crunch. Y/n's hair fell into her eyes as she whipped her head in the direction of the noise.

"Eddie, I think something is in your closet." She pushed herself off his chest and watched as Eddie sat up. 

They both sat and listened for a moment more before Eddie finally stood and made his way to the doors. 

With a quick flick of the wrist, the doors were pushed wide open, revealing the two fifteen-year-olds huddled on the floor of the closet. 

"Henderson? Wheeler? What the hell are the two doing in my closet?" Eddie asked stunned to see the two boys. "Better yet, what are you even doing in my home?"

"Uh…" they both looked up at Eddie like deers in the headlights, mouths gapping and eyes so wide you would think they'd pop out. 

Then, Mike spoke up. "It was all Dustin's idea." He flung his finger out to point to the other boy and Eddie followed, turning his head and raising an eyebrow in quiet questioning. 

Dustin just laughed nervously before sinking into himself. 

"Come on you two, out of my closet. Then you can explain." Eddie turned and sat back down on his bed. He and y/n watched as the two boys awkwardly climbed out of the narrow closet and to their feet.

"So.." Eddie started, gesturing to them.

"Um, well we came to surprise you." Dustin lied.

"Bullshit," Eddie called.

"Okay well, not exactly surprise. More like spy?" Dustin's voice rose at the end making it sound like he was questioning his own actions.

"Why the hell are you two spying on me?" 

"Well you've been missing lunch and Wednesday nights for the past several weeks and I wanted to know why since you wouldn't tell me the other day."

"Because it's none of your business. What I do with my time is of no concern to anyone but me." 

"I know, I know, but I was just curious as to what needed your attention all the time."

Y/n let out a short chuckle and raised her hand sheepishly. "Sorry, that would be me."

"See I told you." Mike shoved Dustin's shoulder playfully.

"Told him what?" Asked Eddie. 

"Just that you were probably hanging out with Y/n since she's been disappearing when you do. Although I only caught on after we got here." Explained Mike.

"I guess the secret is out of the bag, Eds." Y/n sighed, looking between the two younger boys and Eddie.

"Definitely. Totally didn't enjoy watching you both suck face." Groaned Dustin.

"Serves you right for spying." Eddie laughed before standing to his feet. "Now come on, it's time for you two to go." He grabbed them both by the collar of their shirts and guided them out of the room.

"Bye boys!" Y/n called after them.

"Bye!"

When they stood in front of the door, Dustin sighed before turning around. "Eddie?"

"Yeah, Henderson?"

"Since we now know the reason you've been skipping out on things, do you think you could at least come to Wednesday nights like once a month? I've got a one-shot campaign I've been wanting to run but you haven't been there."

Eddie sighed, brought his hand to the back of his neck, and began to rub. 

"Yeah, man, I can do that."

"And you know that you guys don't have to hide your relationship from us right? We're friends." Mike spoke.

"I know. We just thought it would be easier if no one knew." Eddie opened the front door. "Now leave."

"Yep." 

"Okay."

The two boys spoke in unison as they ran out the door. Both laughing and Eddie slammed the door and they could faintly hear him call out, "Now where were we, babe?"

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #female reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #dustin henderson #mike wheeler

[vtoriacore]

✧ it was just one magicam post!

note: this is just kinda a place holder piece before i post some yandere halloween stuff abt twst hehe but anyways, love writing semi jealous vil 🤭

synopsis: It had all started when you accidentally double tapped one of Neige's magicam posts while mindlessly scrolling through to pass some time, but a certain someone noticed a little too soon.

To you, it wasn't even that big of a deal and personally, you couldn't say you cared for Neige. He was just another big celebrity you would occasionally see every now and then on your for you page. That was all there was to it.

But of course, a certain someone had to blow it out of proportion and accuse you of favouritism a mere two or three minutes after you had liked the picture, still accidentally mind you.

"So this is how it's going to be, prefect?" Vil furrowed his eyebrows slightly, crossing his arms in the process.

"Be serious please, it was an accidental tap Vil. And besides, I'm allowed to like the pictures of whoever I want. I don't need you to try and direct who I'm allowed to follow or not," you rolled your eyes amidst all the frustration you felt, and your dearest friend seemed to take it personally.

"Oh? I'm directing you now, am I? I never once said you're not allowed to interact with other people's posts. This isn't about that," your own eyebrows furrowed at the statement as you felt a wave of confusion and even more indignation wash over you.

"Then what is the probelm? What could you possibly be so hung up over that you come to my dorm in almost no time to complain about me liking Neige's post?" you faced the blonde fully, maintaining eye contact which could only be described as tense.

"It's not important anymore. Now that I think about it, it doesn't matter." Except it clearly did matter with how sharply he turned his back on you, and how quickly he tried making his way out of your dorm. You weren't going to let him get away though, so naturally you stood up and followed after.

"Nu-uh. You're staying here and explaining what's bothering you, because it clearly is important," you grabbed Vil's wrist, preventing him from walking further as he turned around, a mixture of both bewilderment and slight agitation.

"You're not going to let this go, are you?" Vil sighed out, using his free hand pinch the bridge of nose, although he made no attempt to pull his other hand away.

"No. You brought it up and you will explain to me," your gaze bore into his lilac eyes.

You however, did not expect the blonde to avert his eyes from yours. And what was even more shocking, was the twinge of crimson peeking from underneath his foundation; it was clear he felt embarrassed which really made you realise that his coming over was a spur of the moment kind of deal.

"Well . . . You seem to like his pictures faster than you like mine," with a clear of his throat, Vil completely refused to look at your form as you couldn't help but let the fact that he, the Vil Schoenheit, was feeling jealous over something so minuscule (in your eyes, anyway).

"Vil . . . How do you even notice the timing, much less some random account liking pictures?" at that question, the celebrity standing right in front of you seemed down right offended as his eyes snapped back up to meet yours. With a scoff, he freed the wrist you were still clutching and just glared at you.

"That's all you have to say?"

"W- It's a valid question!"

"But it wasn't the point of my statement!"

"Well, I'm so sorry I want to know why you're stalking my online activity."

"What a ridiculous notion, as if I would do that. My notifications are simply on."

With a groan, you leaned against the wall, disbelief clouding your mind at this dumb argument. How did it even start anyway? Actually, you didn't want to remember. You just want to resolve this conflict and make sure that you and Vil are still on good terms at the end of the day.

"Okay, listen. The only reason I like Neige's pictures faster is that they always show up on my feed first. That's literally all there is to it," you took it upon yourself to break the silence as you observed Vil who seemee both relieved and hesitant at your answer.

"So you're not dat- Nevermind. I . . . Didn't mean to blow this out of proportion," although not really an apology, seeing how vulnerable your blonde friend seemed in that moment was enough for you to look past this silly argument.

Although the first part of his statement greatly intrigued you; Vil thought you were secretly dating Neige? A smile crept up on your face at a sudden realisation that answered your previous questions on all of Vil's actions up until this point.

"You know, you don't have to worry," you started, observing as Vil looked at you inquisitively, "about me dating someone else. I already have eyes for someone."

The grin on your face fully broke out as the lilac eyed boy cupped a hand over the lower half of his face, clearly not expecting a somewhat indirect confession. And you, being you of course, couldn't help but laugh at the state you put him in.

"D-don't say things of this magnitude so carelessly prefect! But regardless . . . I am glad to hear that, although I would've preferred a more romantic setting for such impromptu confession," from the way he was failing to hide his smile, you knew Vil was only teasing.

"In my defense, I was not expecting to get this kind of burst of confidence and basically tell you how I feel," the corners of your lips tugged up into a smile. You found yourself walking over to where he was standing, little pep in your step. The blonde could only watch in anticipation of what you were going to do - and it wasn't anything he was expecting, finding himself surprised for the nth time this evening by your actions.

However, when he felt your arms gently encircle his back, he couldn't help but immediately respond with an embrace of his own as the contentment he was previously longing to feel with you filled him to the brim.

"But you should also know something."

"Hm? What would that be?"

"I am absolutely never letting this go because it's actually kind of funny. Seeing you all frustrated over this and all," you snickered upon hearing a scoff.

"Tch. Well, I'm not planning on you letting your feelings known in such an atrocious manner either," there wasn't a single twinge of annoyance in his voice, and yet you still felt somewhat offended at the remark. I mean, he was basically the cause of your confession!

"Whatever, I still have the high ground here," you muttered with a smile, finally moving to pull away. However, you were stopped in your tracks as Vil only tightened his hold.

"Not so fast dear, you're going to make up for all the time I've spent trying to get your attention. Now come with me, we have some talking to do," taken aback by the statement, you let yourself get dragged out the door.

It's interesting how such a miserable start to the day could end up going in a such a good direction and all you had to thank for this was silly little Neige's magicam post about some strawberry lip balm Vil would've discarded upon 3 second of inspection.

#twst x reader #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst imagines #twst vil x reader #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader

[lumidles]

“Husk would work better as a mentor figure to Angel”

I understand where this take comes from, but I think it has more to do with how the characters are subconsciously perceived as rather than the actual contents of their characters and dynamics together. People who say this are mistaking Husk as a narrative role model for Angel when their purpose (at this point) is to be narrative parallels. I think Husk and Angel work infinitely better as equals.

"Age Coding"

If you ask the average casual Hazbin viewer how old they assumed Angel was when watching the series, they would likely say somewhere in his mid-20s. Husk might have more variation, but everyone would agree he’s meant to come across as an older, more jaded character. A “grumpy old man” archetype.

Assuming that the information on the characters’ ages and years of death are not drastically different from the Pilot’s canon, we know that Angel died in 1947 in his mid-30s, while Husk died in the 1970s in his 60s-70s. This would mean they, at most, have an age gap of around 10 years which is negligible when they are both adults that have existed for over 100 years. I take information that was canonized in the Pilot era with a grain of salt, but I think it’s at the very least safe to assume they are both around 100 years old when combining their time on Earth and in Hell based on the motifs of their designs.

We know that they both have a similar amount of life experience, but the “age coding” (for lack of a better term) of these characters already gives people a subconscious feeling that Husk is much older and wiser, and is therefore a fitting mentor for someone like Angel, despite the fact that Angel has been in Hell longer than Husk. This is amplified by the bartender trope that Husk fulfills; a blunt and perceptive “older” character like him would make sense to be the role model in most series. The problem is that it doesn't fully apply here.

Husk’s Assumptions

Husk shows a lot of self awareness, a common trait for a mentor that has done a lot of self-reflection to have. When Angel asks for a strong drink after a long day, Husk warns him that it won’t solve his problems.

“If you’ve got a problem you’re not going to find the solution at the bottom of a bottle. I should know, I’ve been looking there a long time.” (0:17-0:41)

Important things to note here:

Husk isn’t on the “other side” of dealing with these issues, it's an ongoing struggle for him still. He cannot give advice beyond deterring Angel from going down that path

He’s assuming Angel doesn’t already know this or that he doesn’t fully understand how using alcohol to cope can hurt him

Angel, not wanting to actually get into the conversation, deflects by flirting with Husk. Husk calls him out for being fake and this is what gets Angel to snap. Not because he doesn’t agree with Husk, but because he feels Husk doesn’t understand why that persona is so important to him.

Angel’s persona is not only what he’s loved and famous for, it’s what keeps him safe. It’s a big part of his work. Husk challenging and insulting that is a hit to Angel’s already fragile ego. (But that’s a ramble for another day).

(6:52-7:04)

After Angel storms out and Vaggie tells Husk to go after him, Husk says “it’s just Angel, he’ll be fine.” He’s assuming Angel is just being sensitive after feeling called out. This isn’t completely wrong, but he fails to consider how his outburst might run deeper than that.

(0:49-1:25)

You can see Husk’s guilt and surprise in this scene. He knew Angel was putting on a front and correctly clocked that Angel uses his persona to cover his insecurity and to gain some feeling of control, but he made the assumption that Angel’s fake and self-sabotaging behaviors were not things that Angel was actively self-aware about.

Angel is extremely self-aware about his own situation. He knows exactly what he’s doing; it’s a calculated recklessness. This is one of the biggest reasons why Husk wasn’t made to be a mentor figure for Angel. Both of them can identify the issues in their lives, and both of them don’t know how to go about fixing it.

Husk and Angel as Parallels

Husk and Angel both know they're engaging in self-destructive behavior, and they both know why they do so. Husk and Angel are both under the control of someone who owns their soul. Husk and Angel are parallels and this is the purpose of “Loser, Baby” and the scene leading up to it. The point of the song isn’t for Angel to realize that he’s in a rough situation, the point is for him to realize that he’s not alone.

Their friendship is based on them seeing each other as equals, which is part of why I enjoy them so much. Charlie is Angel’s mentor, Husk is his confidant.

I think it’s pretty clear that Husk and Angel will be going in a romantic direction in season 2 which I'm excited for. I do think they’re endgame, but I’m not against a platonic outcome for them. There are a lot of ways it could work.

My main point is that they help each other, rather than Husk only helping Angel. They both gained a friendship and a shoulder to lean on from someone who understands.

"I just got used to you guys... I ain't finding no new drinking buddies" (7:04-7:09)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #hazbin angel dust #angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #husk #huskerdust #character analysis #Youtube

[betmagic]

Little sunshine au

Bath time

So there’s a bit of a change with the crew’s bathing schedule in this au

With Ace and Sabo being captains of the crew ( especially since in this au they spend a lot more time with Makino , who made sure the two boys knew about basic hygiene)I think they’d set a standard for how often they should wash up. Not that they tell everyone but set an example that the others fallow - even Zoro who canonically baths at least once a week.- so the crew bathing schedule at most every other or two days. so there’s no issue with how often one should bath.

The problem comes from the youngest member Luffy.

So basically luffy doesn’t understand why he needs to take bath , his mom is made of water and he visits her at least once a day so to his logic he’s clean( even though mom tells him he’s still dirty and it’s important to take a bath). This wasn’t much of an issue back on dawn. The boys tended to bath together ; especially after Ace got his devil fruit and as a precaution since he still gets a bit weak in water ( along with his narcolepsy), so they were able to keep Luffy from getting away. ( plus Sabo had told Luffy it was important to stay with Ace until he was done to make sure he didn’t accidentally drown , something Luffy takes very seriously)

- It was no problem since the bandits had a decent bathing area ( the bandits made it a bit bigger with Garps help - saying the boys liked bathing together so of course Garp made sure they had big enough bathtub/ Dadan definitely benefited from this renovation)

or they could go to the river if needed - luffy was instructed to stay close incase something like a crocodile or bear was nearby. So the brothers are used to bathing together.

This continues when they set sail, but the ship’s bathrooms only big enough for two people ( barely). The only upside is that at least he’s contained to just the ship( luffy knows if he escapes to the ocean , mom will just plop him right back on deck- she’s definitely entertained by his antics but knows it’s important to have a proper bath- plus he’ll be forced to have another bath) instead of a whole forest. No one else noticed since it was mainly Ace or Sabo in charge of bath time.

But so after they gather a few members ( after sanji or chopper)they start rotating luffy duty around. One of those includes bathtime; which the brothers did warn them that Luffy will escape if he gets bored. Luckily it’s not an issue because some of the crew members ( Ussop and Nami ) actually had a somewhat normal upbringing / at least until they were 8/ to suggest bubbles and bath toys.

Luffy loves the bubbles so hes content to stay at lest until the bubble eventually run out. Once the bubbles are gone he gets bored.

So He decides to escape Bare naked and all!

So imagine Ace and Sabo will be in the middle of meeting with nami about where to go next and supplies they need to stick up more to some yelling * and get to the deck to see that a nude giggling 6 year old is running around deck!

Shenanigans issue and eventually the boy is caught- depending on how clean he is will determine wether he needs to go back to the bath or not- this quickly becomes a reoccurring problem.

The crew do try to troubleshoot this of course, because simply telling luffy not to won’t work.they try to have someone take a bath with him- and it includes the girls / Luffy doesn’t really understand why guys freak out over girls body’s. He doesn’t act inappropriate either being careful of where he touches ( though mostly thanks to Makino he knows not all girls are okay with being touched and only if they say it’s okay) so bathing with nami or Robin isn’t as big a deal- unfortunately this does little to help and just adds a naked crew member who forgets to cover up or loses their towel during said chase.

So It’s a common occurrence on board ( they’ve excepted that they can’t stop luffy from escaping at this point) and it’s become as competition of sorts who can catch luffy first.( there are multiple towels hidden on deck for when luffy decides to dive or some gets knocked over to grap and cover him up) luffy thinks it’s fun thus encouraged to do it as much as possible even when his brothers are in charge.

This problem would be helped when they get the sunny, having a larger bath to fit 5-7 people

** I still haven’t come up with what they call this situation,definitely something like like we got a code 319 ! Or something Let me know if anyone has ideas please! ( im begging please i need help)

#BETMAGIC #one piece #little sunshine au #baby luffy #asl brothers #portgas d ace #sabo #monkey d. luffy #mother ocean #nika luffy #sun god luffy #straw hat pirates #bath time #shenanigans

[floradinterlunium]

Underrated Moment Pt. 2

Jk got upset when he learned that Hobi heard JM’s song before him. 

First we have Jin saying he heard a part of Jimin’s song. This made JK perk up a bit.

After Jin made this comment, Hobi jumps in to say that he heard the whole thing. You can immediately tell from JK’s body language that this news didn’t sit right with him.

He immediately interjects and asks Jimin why he hasn’t heard his music yet.  You can tell by his body language, tone, and overall demeanor that the subtext here is, “if they heard it how come I haven’t heard it.” Implying a point of privilege and a hierarchy. JK isn’t upset that other’s heard JM’s music he’s confused that he didn’t hear it first. This is made more clear in JM’s response and members reaction to JK’s interjection.

Don’t be fooled by JK’s funny tone he actually wasn’t all that happy or joking at first. You can tell because no one else is laughing...well JM is but it isn’t a this is funny laugh it’s an oh shit laugh. He immediately jumps to defend his actions saying I could play them for all of you now. but Jk isn’t consoled by this.

Jk is still upset and my question is why? If this was a normal dongsaeng/Hyung relationship why does JK behave as though JM did something wrong, why does he feel entitled to being the first person to hear JM’s song. His confusion is similar to a husband learning from his friend that his wife is pregnant (obviously this is a less serious scenario but it’s an analogy). The husband might be a tad bit upset because the order was wrong. He’s not mad that his friend knows his wife is pregnant, he’s confused that he didn’t know first. It’s not anger rather a feeling of being slighted or confused.

Jimin then tries to defend himself again saying in not so many words that it wasn’t intentional he was just there. Again the subtext here is, “I wasn’t trying to show him before you it just happened because he was there and you weren’t.”

Again minus a small chuckle here and there, no one else other than Hobi and JIn is really getting involved in this conversation.  Jimin is laughing but he’s nervous laughing because he’s being scolded. And again my question is...why does JM need to defend himself and why does JK care so much? This level of care only makes sense if JK is more than JM’s dongsaeng. I believe it was then Jin to defend Jimin saying, “He (Hobi) was at the company.”

Hobi then interject to defend Jimin echoing what JM said. Hobi Looking straight at JK he says “I was just right there.” Subtext again is, ”It’s not a big deal I only heard it before you because I was there.” Hobi jumping in to defend JM really cements things for me because Hobi is older than JK...why is he justifying his and JM’s interactions. Why does it seem like he’s trying calm a potential storm. Again JK isn’t mad mad...he’s confused and feels left out of an important moment in JM’s life. And he feels a right to this care because he holds a unique place in JM’s life.

Overall this moment revealed the fact that everyone knows that JK has rights to JM that the rest of them don’t have. Jk was bold enough to interject and at the end ask for an apology, because JM is his partner and he sees himself as first in JM’s life. JM realized this and even though it wasn’t intentional he immediately attempted to console JK and so did the two other members closest to Jm and JK (Hobi and Jin).

It’s underrated not because it’s never talked about because the privilege JK shows in this regarding JM is not discussed enough. IT’s a pretty loud moment when you look at it from that perspective. JK has no right to demand JM show him things first...no right unless well he does because JM is his boyfriend. 

#jikook #kookmin #jimin #jungkook #underrated moments

[vmartist]

Adrien Agreste/Cat Noir x Male Reader:

• surrender my heart •

Quick AN: This is part two to the loneliest time. tw:minimal editing

The song is another track from the same album. I recommend listening when you have the time anyways bye hope you enjoy xx

Your hands mess with the fabric of your pants as you sit in the chair. The bouncing of your leg isn’t easing your anxiety as you wait for your name to be called.

“Uh…” A woman with a clipboard exits and reads out your name. “(Y/n) (L/n)?”

You stand and follow her into her small office. It’s adorned with children’s books, toys, diagrams about mental health and her several degrees hanging behind her. The room is slightly dimmed and warm, with a subtle scent of vanilla.

“This is our first session together. I understand that it can be very nerve wracking.” She says while looking to your bouncing leg. “But I assure you, there’s nothing to be afraid of here. You can talk about whatever you want or not talk at all. It’s all up to you.”

You nod your head and watch as she writes something down on her clipboard. “What’s that for?” You ask pointing to her clipboard.

“This is how I log all my sessions with my patients. It’s all purely confidential and I won’t share this with anyone. Unless it’s putting your health at risk of course.” She replies.

You sit in silence for a bit before she speaks up. “Do you mind if I ask you a question? You don’t have to answer if you’re not comfortable.”

“Go ahead.”

She nods and proceeds with her question. “Why is it that you wanted to seek therapy? What brought you here today?”

“I’ve got a lot going on in my life and it’s kind of…stressing me out. I don’t really have any one I can turn to for help. So…I thought maybe therapy could help.” You admit while breathing out softly.

You hear her pen scratch against the paper before she speaks again. “What exactly is going on in your life that’s causing this distress?”

“A friend of mine...We got into an argument. I said some awful things I wish I could take back and I hurt him…” Your eyes are glued to the floor, but when you look up you see her nod.

“What started the argument?” She asks, continuing writing something down.

“He kept this huge secret from me. Which normally I wouldn’t mind but, he prides himself on hating secrets. But when I think about it…it wasn’t that big of a deal…” You muttered out as you rub your arm.

She hums while nodding. “And do you like this guy?” You perk your head and think for a second.

“We’ve been friends for a long time. I stopped talking to him for a bit and we recently reconnected. And I’m pretty sure he wanted to be more than…friends.” You say before swallowing the lump in your throat.

“And how did that make you feel?” She asks looking up from her clipboard.

“Um…I don’t know? I didn’t mind, he’s a nice guy…” You mumbled while gripping your knees.

She sighs before putting her clipboard down. “Alright. I’m gonna give you some resources so you can better understand your emotions and how you feel. For our next session I want you to tell me what you learned about yourself. Can you do that?”

“Yeah I can do that…”

That night you went online and filled out several questionnaires before sighing. “This is…ridiculous.”

The next therapy session was much more productive as you were able to unpack more of your issues. For the next couple days you drafted an apology. Something quick and to the point that’ll get your message across.

You transform and sit atop a random apartment before pinging Cat Noir. Adrien looks at his glowing ring, he transforms and looks at the location that’s been marked. Once he’s there he looks around nervously.

“You actually came…” You smiled.

“I thought it was important?” He sighs and starts to extend his weapon before you stop him.

“I wanted to apologize. Please, just give a moment of your time. That’s all I ask.” You plead while looking into his eyes.

“Fine.” He sighs before sitting down beside you.

“I’m sorry for being an asshole…it wasn’t cool at all. I understand now why what I said hurt you and I don’t want you to feel like that around me any more. I shouldn’t have hurt you, but I did.” You look over to him. He’s quiet for some time.

“Thank you…I forgive you but I’m still gonna need some time away from you…I have a lot to think about…” He stands and turns to you with a weak smile. “I’ll…see you around.”

“Take your time, I’ll wait for when you’re ready.” You reply. He smiles and nods before leaving.

‘I’m forgiven…but that doesn’t mean he’ll even want to be around me any more…And that’s okay. As long as we know that we’re okay now…’ You ponder while looking into the night sky with a determined smile.

The weeks after are looking up after all. Adrien is more outgoing than usual and when he’s Cat Noir he’s more determined than ever. Yet he still hasn’t reached out to you personally, but you understand and respect his feelings.

I found myself back in therapy this time in a better spot. I sniff the subtle vanilla and smile while crossing one of my legs over the other. My therapist looks to me with a polite smile as she places her clipboard down. “You’ve made a lot of progress since our first session. I’m proud of you for putting in the work and taking initiative.” She says while adjusting her jacket. “So, what brings you in today?”

“Well at this point you’re pretty much caught up on everything that’s going on in my life. I came here today to thank you, for listening and helping me.” I stand and nod my head to her.

“But you still have an hour? All you came to say was ‘thank you’?” She asks quickly standing.

“Yep. That’s it. But don’t worry, I’ll be back to update you. But in the meantime, just accept my thanks.” I wave before leaving. She sinks in her seat and smiles to herself.

I take a stroll into Paris, taking in every view there is. The pigeons chirping, the cerulean sky, the barks and meows, the Parisians going about they’re every day and my phone buzzing. I look down and pull it from my pocket and see a text.

Adrien: Hey, meet me at my place tonight.

You re-read the message several times before typing a simple: “Okay.” Sure it was basic but it gets the point across. You pocket your phone and go about the rest of your day in peace. As nighttime approaches you feel anxiety slowly seep into every pore of your body. In an attempt to calm your nerves you begin pacing around your room, which only makes it worse.

‘I just need to go on a walk…maybe that will calm my nerves?’ You wonder as you run outside and take a walk. Your chest rises and falls quickly as you breathe through your nostrils. Eventually you remind yourself to take deep, slow breaths and calm down. Once calmed down you make your way to Adrien’s and text him. The gates open and you walk inside to see Adrien at the top of his stairs.

“Up here.” He states with a tiny smile before turning and walking up to his room. You follow behind and enter slowly while looking for him. He exits his bathroom and waves you over. You enter the bathroom and look around with confusion.

“Um…what exactly are we doing in your bathroom?” You ask while chuckling. Adrien just pats the spot beside him on the floor.

“I just need to make some peace with myself…and with you as well.” He says, looking up at you with a sullen expression.

You sit down and bring your knees close to you as you hug them and watch Adrien. All that can be heard are his soft breaths. He turns to you and makes direct eye contact.

“Before I said I couldn’t look you in the eyes and say I forgive you. And I know I’ve said it before but I just wanna make sure you understand. I genuinely forgive you.” He whispers. You grab his hand in yours and shake your head.

“You don’t owe me anything. I do.” You whispered while pushing some of his hair behind his ear. He glances down at his wrist and begins touching it. “Our friendship bracelets…I’m not sure if you still have yours but I…kinda destroyed mine.” He whispered. His eyes look up at you and he smiles nervously.

You touch his wrist and rub it gently. “That’s okay, we’ll make new ones.” You both smile as your eyes meet. His eyes trail down to your lips as he slowly leans in. You lean in but before your lips touch both your miraculous begin blinking.

“Guess we’ve gotta transform…” You murmured as you slowly stand. Adrien nods quickly before you both transform.

Soon you’re both with Ladybug. “Alright now that you’re both here I need you two to distract.” She states as she motions to the akumatized victim. Cat Noir nods and grabs your arm.

“Follow my lead, mon amour.” He whispers while winking.

You roll your eyes. “As long as you promise me no more cat puns.” You said as you run by his side.

He pretends to act offended and clutches his chest. “You’re kitten me right?”

A groan erupts from your throat as you stare at him. “Let’s just get this over with already.”

When you land, Cat Noir extends his hand. “May I have this dance?” He asks while grabbing your hand and planting a gentle kiss upon the back of your hand.

You nod. “With pleasure, kitten.” He throws you in the air, you quickly dart into the enemy and after landing the first hit you bounce back. You grab Cat’s hands and begin dancing while occasionally swatting at the monster with kicks. He leans down into you as you lift your feet in the air. “Ready for the finisher?” He whispers.

“Let’s do it.” You whispered back while grinning. As you twirl you guide your hands down to his waist as you wind up for a throw.

You spin into a throw as you launch him towards the monster. “Cataclysm!” He shouts as he reaches his arm out. He flew past and destroyed a large advertisement that collapsed onto the monster, immobilizing it in the process.

Ladybug snaps the akumatized object before capturing and releasing the butterfly. Afterwards she fixes everything with her ladybugs and turns to you two.

“Did I miss something?” She questions while pointing to your hands. You glance down and chuckle as you noticed your hands intertwined.

Cat Noir blinks and averts his eyes to the side. “Not at all M’Ladybug…”

Her eyes rest on the both of you as she sighs. “Well, I’m glad you both are okay now. Just as long as this doesn’t make either of you prey for Shadow Moth.”

You’re quick to shake your head. “No, he’d be a fool to try and come for one of us.” Suddenly everyone’s miraculous begin beeping. “Looks like we’ve gotta go. Great job as always Ladybug!” You praised before leaping away.

Ladybug nods and swings away as you and Cat Noir head back to his house. After de-transforming you sigh as you sit on the ground while feeding your kwami.

“Where’d you learn to dance like that?” Adrien asks as he feeds Plagg.

“We had to do an elective and I chose dance since it seemed fun. Trust me, not as easy as it seems. I can already feel my body cramping.” You giggle while rubbing the back of your neck. Adrien laughs with you and takes a seat next to you. He nuzzled himself into your neck while planting kisses along your skin. Then he pulls away and looks into your eyes.

“I know this probably isn’t the best time to ask, but…” He doesn’t hold eye contact for long as he looks down. “Why were you mad at me?” He mutters.

“I…I was frustrated at first that you kept such a big secret from me. Obviously I was too but I didn’t see it that way at first. Then I realized that I didn’t know you. I knew Cat Noir and you as if you both were separate people but to then suddenly merge the two together…It made me wonder about myself.” You mumbled as you stared at the ceiling.

“…” He nodded slowly before shrugging. “I didn’t put that much thought into it. Hero or not, you’re still you. And…I’d love you regardless.” He smiles softly as he rubs his thumb across your cheek.

You cheeks tint a soft rose as you cough awkwardly and avert your gaze. “…You’re so cheesy…you know that?”

A small chuckle escapes him as he nods. “So I’ve been told.”

Okay it’s done, thanks for being patient. Honestly I wish I had an excuse as to why I was gone for almost half of the year. I suppose mental health could be one? But I feel like that would sound so cheap. (Cheap coming from me specifically, not coming for anyone else😭) Anyway, hope you enjoyed! I’m not gonna promise anything soon but I do have some drafts and ideas for stuff in the future.

#mlm #male reader #male x male #mlb adrien #adrien agreste x male reader #adrien agreste #miraculous adrien

[yellowkitkieran]

To Have and To Heal (Part 8)

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Read part 1 here

Word Count: 3.9k

Summary: Single working dad Martin Odegaard is navigating the ups and downs of parenthood all on his own, and he’s struggling. That’s not to mention football, life and... love?

"You have a date?"

"Why do you have to say it like that?" Martin grumbles. "Like, have some faith, will you?" Martin presses the bar above his chest, getting a few more reps in before letting Kieran help him rack the weights. Martin is close to a new personal record; if he wasn't distracted with thoughts of what you might be doing right now, maybe he would've hit it. 

"Oh, I have faith," Kieran says with a hint of sarcasm. "Faith that I can get a date, or that Bukayo can pull that lass in media he's been pining after- but you're actually going out mate? I'm convinced the world is ending!"

Martin swipes the edge of his training kit over his forehead to collect the sweat, "what, is it so hard to believe that I can get a date if I wanted to?"

"Considering how you've been against it for years," Kieran starts, following Martin towards one of the leg press machines, "yes, it is that hard to believe. Out of the blue you've just decided to finally man up and move on?"

Martin rounds on his friend, shoving a finger at his chest. "Just so you know, this is why I don't tell you things. It was hard enough to agree as it is, I don't need you making it worse!"

Kieran's face softens and Martin can tell he feels bad. While Martin should be able to leash his temper, he doesn't appreciate his friend acting like this is a big deal. Even if it is earth shattering. Which Martin realizes the fact that he's dating again is. 

"Alright, I'll keep my mouth shut," Kieran says after a pause, holding up his hands palms out in surrender. Martin has noticed Kieran doing that quite frequently lately. Martin's fuse must be shorter than he's realized, if his teammate is so quick to resort to rolling over to avoid conflict. As captain, he should be better. He should be striving to set a positive example, not looking to pick a fight.

Though he knows the source of his irritability, there isn't much he can do about it just now. There's no instant solution to the turmoil in his head. Instead, it will require a long process of healing for him to be back where he used to be. Years of pent up emotion have piled up and caused a blockage that is finally threatening to spill over. 

"Thank you," Martin says, noticeably calmer after he allows himself a pause to relax. "I'll need your help picking out something to wear again, considering she liked what you put me in for her party."

Kieran breaks into a toothy grin, "Oh, did she? Makes sense, considering I have excellent taste! Right, we can go shopping after training today because I know you don't have anything fitting in your closet… I have a couple ideas, and you'll need to bring your card!"

"I have a feeling I'm gonna regret this…" Martin trails off, observing the gears turning in Kieran's head as he mentally picks pieces for him. Martin is nervous as it is, already thinking of a million ways he might verbally embarrass himself. Being in weird, stiff clothing that doesn't suit him will only make the situation worse because he'll be nervous about how he looks, too. 

From the moment he agreed to a date with you, Martin has been painfully aware of how important that night will be. He wants, or rather needs, everything to go smoothly. If a roadblock the size of a puddle pops up, he knows it'll be hard for him to overcome. 

"Come on, just leave it to me! I'll make you look attractive, or as attractive as I can-" Kieran yelps when Martin slugs a punch to his already sore bicep. "Fuck off! That hurt mate!"

"Cry me a river! Don't insult me and I won't have to hit you." A grin edges on Martin's lips, ruining his very serious, not at all humorous order. The tension is shattered when Kieran's knowing smirk turns into a full bodied laugh, both men leaning on each other for support while they try and catch their breath at the end of it. 

Martin is glad for Kieran's friendship, for as much as he pretends to be frustrated with him, he knows Kieran is someone he can count on. If it weren't for Kieran’s constant support and near endless prodding about when he would start looking for another partner, Martin may have never considered opening his heart to new possibilities. And even if this does end in heartbreak for him, at least he can tell Atla that he tried.

*********

"Right mate, take this." Kieran adds an off white shirt to the already substantial pile of clothes in Martin's arms. "And this hoodie- Oh, try these jeans too. Trust me, they'll stretch!"  

Who knew Kieran had an eye for fashion? Martin certainly didn't until today, when he drove to Selfridges in the heart of London and told Kieran he didn't have a budget. Now, his best mate is picking out pieces that Martin would never have expected, from designer leather vests with logos splashed on the chest to artfully ripped jeans with legs that seem much too long to be practical. But Martin, for better or for worse, trusts the judgment of his friend more than he trusts his own, especially in an establishment like this. 

"Go on, try all that on and see if it fits!" Kieran shoos Martin towards the over-the-top dressing rooms along the wall and shuts the white velvet curtain behind him when he's inside. Martin starts mechanically hanging things on the provided hooks, refusing to look at a single price tag. A single pair of jeans alone probably cost him a day's pay, let alone an entire outfit. But in his mind, it's worth it. Martin wants to impress you; he doesn't want to mess this night up. 

"I wouldn't be caught dead in this," Martin mutters to himself, screening out the wildest of choices that includes a pair of hot pink jeans and a zebra print top. Kieran must have been having a laugh when he picked those out. 

Martin takes his time trying things on, judging the fit and also how comfortable they are. He's looking for casual, but not too casual- he wants that 'I'm here for a good time but also not a total douche' look that Kieran normally hits on the head. Most things are too over the top or flashy for his preferences though; he doesn't like to flaunt his wealth and tends to opt for simplicity. 

Of the clothes Kieran picked out, there is exactly one full outfit Martin genuinely enjoys. He grabs the olive green shirt with purple bubble letters embossed on the front, the loose black cargo pants and the white hoodie with bright flowers embroidered around the cuff and neckline and puts everything else on the rack outside the room. 

Absorbed in his phone, Kieran continues to scroll until he realizes Martin is at his side. He tucks the device in his pocket quickly, though not quick enough to hide the conversation on his screen that seemed particularly sweet, judging by the emojis Kieran sent. 

"Who's that you're messaging?"

The tips of Kieran's ears are red as he clears his throat, "Don't worry about it. Right then, you found something you liked? Good, then we're done here. I can take Atla again for you on date night so you can have the entire night to yourself, just in case." 

"I haven't even told you when my date is," Martin notes. "How do you know you aren't busy?"

"I'll make time, don't worry. Just grab your stuff and let's get out of here- I'm coming with you to pick up my niece from school!"

Martin's steps falter. Those precious minutes Martin has with you when picking up his daughter aren't something he particularly wants to share with Kieran. So Martin is torn, because he knows Atla will love seeing her pseudo-uncle, and won't be happy if she finds out her father kept Kieran from accompanying him. Which, somehow, she always does; for being so young, Atla has a knack for finding things out that she shouldn't. She's forced Martin into explaining things he hadn't expected to more than once, including the infamous 'where do babies come from' question that all parents dread. 

"Fine," Martin relents, "I'll let you come with me. But don't say anything to solskin, alright? Just hang out with Attie while I talk to her."

When Martin lets the nickname slip, he regrets it instantly. Kieran visibly bites his tongue to keep his undoubtedly teasing resort at bay, which is a good thing considering Martin would've revoked his approval if he said a word. "That's a compromise I can make. I'll keep my distance, I pinky swear! I'll be a good little lad!"

Martin rolls his eyes at his friend's dramatics. Kieran can be a drama king when he wants to be, which normally isn't something that gets under Martin's skin so easily but lately, with how on edge he feels, Martin is annoyed at more frequent intervals. Thankfully, most of the time he can brush it off and ignore it, like now, and move on. 

"Whatever, just don't embarrass me." A big ask considering how Kieran loves to be silly around Atla, but at least Martin can use that as an excuse if needed. 

Kieran places a hand on his chest, jaw dropped for dramatic effect, "Me, embarrass my best mate? Never! Have no fear, there's not even alcohol involved… I'll behave!"

And behave Kieran does, despite Martin's fears. Through the checkout process, Kieran doesn't stop babbling about his plans for his upcoming night with Atla. The drive to Atla's white brick school is filled with talk of upcoming matches, allowing Martin to switch off the worrisome part of his brain and tune into his football side. 

When he parks, Martin begins to suspect Kieran's perfect behavior is less due to his promise and more so due to the fact that you aren't in the gymnasium when the boys arrive. Kieran's disappointed frown immediately turns into an ear to ear grin when he spots Atla. 

"Little blomst!" Kieran calls, capturing Atla's attention. The nickname is the only Norwegian Kieran knows, and he absolutely butchers his accent each time he says it, but Atla loves being called flower by her uncle. 

"Onkle Key! Miss Sunshine is sick," Atla declares rather mournfully when Kieran squeezes her in a hug. "She isn't gonna be here all week. That's what Miss. Jane said."

"Is that so?" Martin asks when he grabs Atla's bag and gathers up her coloring sheets. That explains why he can't find you, despite scanning the room for you multiple times. A pang of concern twangs in his chest. You aren't one to call out of school; in fact, Martin cannot remember the last time you've missed a day. Your dedication to your student's education is admirable, so whatever is keeping you home must be nasty. 

"Yes, that's so!" Atla's lip juts out in a pout, her arms crossed over her chest. "She's gone forever! She's never coming back-"

"I'm sure she'll be back blomst, dinnae worry! Miss Sunshine is probably feeling under the weather is all."

Atla's pout deepens and her eyes fill with tears. "No she's not- We need to visit her papa!" 

Martin's eyes flick to Kieran's. The two share a silent conversation consisting of head tilts and eyebrow raises. Ultimately they draw the same conclusion: how can Martin say no to Atla?

**********

"Go ring the bell, I'll be right here." 

Atla's dress and pigtails swish with the movement of her little feet as she fiddles with the brown paper wrappings of the bouquet she picked out. Martin waits, opting to use this as a teaching moment and let Atla work through what she's feeling rather than force her through. 

"I'm scared," Atla mumbles, glancing up at the quaint white house. It took some finesse but Martin had gotten your home address under the guise of sending you a warm meal to stave off your sickness. The offer of sending flowers to your doorstep hadn't satisfied Alta however, so now Martin stands with her on the sidewalk, encouraging her to go up to your door. 

"Atla, you've met Miss Sunshine loads of times. She isn't scary, is she?" Atla shakes her head. "Exactly. Where's that lionheart of yours? Gunners aren't scared, are they?" Atla shakes her head again, her eyebrows furrowed. "So are you gonna let a couple concrete stairs and a door stop you from making your friend feel better?" 

"No," Atla states firmly before starting confidently towards the oak door, raising her little fist and knocking three times. She steps back to wait for an answer, looking up in surprise when the light over her head flickers on a heartbeat before the door swings open. 

"Hello- Oh! Atla, what on earth are you doing here?" Your voice is thick, your words heavy like each one weighs a tonne. Martin is overcome with the urge to wrap you in a blanket and shepherd you inside and up to bed. He wants to spend the night sleeping lightly on your sofa, only a shout away if you need him for anything. He doesn't want you to move from your room unless absolutely necessary… he wants to look after you and ensure you're properly nursed to full health.

"These are for you Miss Sunshine," Atla says in her sweet voice, which finally drags Martin out of his head. Your smile is the warmest, most wholesome sight he's ever seen. It fills his heart to the brim as you crouch down to Atla's level, shaking your head when she moves to hug you. 

"No hugs today little bug, Miss Sunshine is too sick for that right now. But next week when I'm in class and feeling better, I'll give you an extra hug as a thank you for these beautiful flowers, okay?" 

For once, Martin is glad for his busy schedule. If he'd have planned your date for this week and you'd needed to reschedule, he's sure he wouldn't have found the nerve to do so. The rejection, no matter how necessary and warranted it may have been, would've turned him away from you out of embarrassment. 

"How are you feeling," Martin asks, unsure of when he'd gotten so close to you. He doesn't remember walking up the steps to your threshold but he stands there now, his hands on his daughter's shoulders. 

"I'll be alright," you assure him, followed closely by a wet sniffle. You smile apologetically and Martin waves it off. "I'll be okay by Monday, I promise."

Martin's stomach flips at the mention of the day that could very well change his life. He doesn't want to place too much pressure on it but it's unavoidable. Deep down, Martin knows the outcome of his date with you may alter the course of his life. For better or worse, he has to go through with it. 

"It's alright if you're not. Just focus on healing up. Listen to your body- if you need more time, it's alright."

"No it's not!" Atla taps her foot on the pavement, annoyed with her father. You bite your lip to hide your smile and Martin is delighted to see your eyes light up. "You have to come back on Monday Miss Sunshine, it's not the same without you! No one else prints out the right coloring stuff, or picks out the right pencils. You're the most fun!"

"Aw sweetheart, I'll do my best to be back to keep you company! For now, draw me a green elephant. I'll collect it on Monday after school, how's that sound?" 

"Okay! That's much better!" Atla throws her arms wide, then remembers your earlier promise and hugs herself instead. Martin finds the entire interaction incredibly endearing, his stomach tying itself in knots when you laugh quietly.

"Well I won't keep you two," you say as you slowly rise to your feet. "I'll see you on Monday, Mar. Good luck at Newcastle this weekend, I'll be watching."

If Atla wasn't here, Martin might have kissed your cheek. Sick or not he wants to, as much as he now wants to score a worldie of a goal on Sunday because he knows you'll be watching him. He wants you to see him play and be proud of him- a thought that catches him off guard because until recently, Atla is the only person he cared about.

Martin has so much to say that his words press painfully behind his teeth. None of it is appropriate to be said in front of Atla however, not when he's trying to keep her as disentangled in whatever is happening between you and him as possible. 

"Søta, could you count the flowers in the flowerbed for me quickly?" 

"Sure papa!" Atla laughs and climbs down the steps, eager to complete the task her father has given her. Martin has never been more thankful for Atla's unquestioning obedience than he is now, as it grants him the semblance of privacy he needs to be able to speak freely. 

"One, two, three, four…"

"What is it Martin?" A tired smile plays on your full lips as you lean in the doorframe. Martin wants to slip under your arm and take your weight for you, but he doesn't dare move an inch for fear he might lose his nerve. If he touches you now, he very well might kiss you, and that's a thought that both scares and excites him. But you deserve better than a kiss when you're not feeling well, and he doesn't want Atla seeing either.

 "Mar?"

Martin shakes himself and smiles, hoping you don't question the way he'd zoned out. "I just wanted to ask if you'd like one of my kits to wear on match day." He is careful to keep his tone light and airy. "I could send you one, I have plenty. I don't know how much you know about football but there's a few different ones we wear each season? You could have red, black or pink, whichever you prefer."

You take Martin's slight ramble in stride, nodding along and letting him finish before you respond. "I'd love that Martin, that's very kind of you. I'll take whichever you're wearing this weekend, so we can match… is that alright?" 

The mental image of you sat on your sofa in a red and white Arsenal kit- Martin's personal red and white kit at that- is enough to have his mouth drying up. Why does he love the sound of that? He's certain he won't stop picturing it any time soon. 

"Sure, yeah I can send you one as soon as I get home tonight. If it's too big or whatever just let me know and I can order one that's actually your size."

Despite your illness, Martin doesn't pull away when you step closer to rest your hand on his arm. "Mar, it'll be perfect. I'll send you a photo of me wearing it on Sunday, okay? Just so you know that I really am cheering for you."

Martin is positive he's fire engine red when he smiles at you. "Okay, sure! Yeah thank you, that would be great." He opens his mouth to say more but decides against it, shaking his head and stuffing his hands in his pockets to keep himself from gravitating towards you when you drop your hand again. "Feel better soon, before Atla has a fit when you're home sick again next week."

"Oh I'll be fit for next week," you reply, "I'm not gonna miss Wednesday, that's for sure. I've been looking forward to it since you asked."

Martin's stomach becomes an acrobat, flipping and tumbling in his belly. God, it's been so long since he's done this- what is he supposed to say to that? Dammit, he should've gone to Kieran for advice because Martin doesn't have a clue how to talk to women like this anymore. 

"Um- right well- I should get going," Martin bumbles out, hooking a thumb over his shoulder. "Atla's gotta get some dinner and then finish up her homework so…"

"Of course! Thank you again for the flowers, I really appreciate it." Your smile warms Martin to his core, filling him with a fuzzy feeling he isn't sure how to identify. For now though, he'll suffice with knowing that he's had a positive impact on you tonight, and that he'll get to see you again in only a few days. 

After Atla has said her goodbyes, Martin gets her secure in her car seat and heads home. For once the ride is quiet, as Martin is too stuck in his head to ask his daughter his usual routine questions, like how her day went and what she learned. He's too busy remembering the ghost of your touch on his forearm and the heat that coursed through him when your eyes sparked with surprise upon seeing him at your door. Martin likes knowing he can make you happy when you're feeling low; he enjoys helping people, you in particular. 

Perhaps the most puzzling part of his day, however, is the way Atla seems equally as drawn to you as he is himself. It's no secret that you're Atla's favorite teacher. The two of you have a deeper bond than average, but not in a way that makes Martin uncomfortable or worried- in fact, he'd trust you with Atla more than he'd trust most of his teammates. 

"Papa, do you love Miss Sunshine?"

Atla's question hits Martin like a truck and leaves him gasping for air. "W-what? Atla I- what do you mean søta? I don't understand the question." Only, Martin understands perfectly well. He just isn't sure how his toddler has grown up so quickly that she could ever pick up on something like that.

Atla sighs through her nose, shooting Martin a very teenager-annoyed-with-their-parent look in the rearview. "Pa, you know what I mean! It's the same look uncle Aaron gives auntie Geo- and they're getting married!"

"It is not the same look," Martin grumbles, half convinced he's lying to himself. "That's a very grown up thing to think about, Attie. That's not for you to worry about."

"But I am worried-"

"Atla," Martin says sternly, "that's enough."

Guilt washes over Martin when Atla shrinks in her seat, messing with the zipper of her bookbag. He hates being harsh with her, but his love life isn't something he's willing to discuss with a toddler. He might have to in the future but for now? He's keeping his cards close to his chest. 

"Jeg elsker deg pa," Atla murmurs, feet tapping the seat in front of her. Martin sighs, relieved that she didn't take his snap personally. 

"Jeg elsker deg, søta. Papa loves you so much."

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[schraubd]

Leaving the Mess for Later

One thing that's come up in a few of the Supreme Court's recent blockbuster decisions is the shakiness of the fact pattern in the underlying case. Mr. Kennedy in Kennedy v. Bremerton School District wasn't really just an average citizen whose desire to privately pray on his own was stymied by the evil liberal school district. Ms. Smith of 303 Creative v. Elenis might have outright falsified documents suggesting that a gay couple asked to engage her services. The Supreme Court's conservative majority did not care, blitzing ahead in decisions that made dramatic alterations to major areas of constitutional law doctrine.

At one level, I actually understand the perspective here. When it comes to abstract, "philosophical" question regarding the scope of the Establishment Clause or whether anti-discrimination law must sometimes yield to free speech commitments, the details of the individual case don't really matter. If it wasn't Kennedy, it'd be someone else. If what you care about is the broad, sweeping change -- interring Lemon v. Kurtzman for good, or laying a marker that public accommodations laws must yield to businesses right to "expressively" discriminate -- the details don't affect the underlying arguments all that much. The same claims and counterclaims that would be made in any case would be aired here. 303 Creative probably already felt like the can that was kicked down the road from Masterpiece Cakeshop. Similar impatience was seen in some of the concurrences in Fulton v. City of Philadelphia -- we know we're going to have to decide whether to revisit Employment Division of Oregon v. Smith, and we know the arguments for and against preserving the precedent, so why delay the inevitable? Just make the decision one way or the other and get it done.

At another level, though, this speaks to how the current conservative judicial cadre really doesn't care about the formalities of law and legal doctrine. It's movement conservatism through and through -- the important thing is the bottom-line results, and the Court will shoot first and let others clean up the mess later. This especially stood out for me in 303 Creative, a case where it was striking how much more legalistic Justice Sotomayor's dissent was compared to Justice Gorsuch's majority opinion. The former, whether one agrees with the result or not, worked through the relevant First Amendment doctrine via the same methodology I'd teach my students -- explaining the relevant doctrinal framework, explaining why this case falls into a particular part of the framework, and explaining the implications thereof. The majority opinion was basically an abstract ode to the importance of free expression but skipped past significant swaths of the seemingly essential legal analysis (often by vague gestures at party "stipulations" or just treating as gospel certain holdings of the Tenth Circuit). It was hard to escape the sense that the nitty-gritty details of Lorie Smith's case were not at all what interested the majority, and so they were disinclined to spend significant time on them. They wanted to make a big statement about the interplay of free speech and anti-discrimination law, so that's where they devoted their attention. 

From that vantage, the fact that Lorie Smith's case may not have been the cleanest vehicle isn't really all that important. Of course, from the vantage of lower courts trying to figure out what the hell 303 Creative actually means, it's extremely important, because nobody actually knows the concrete rule that 303 Creative is actually establishing, and the blurry fact pattern means that trying to infer it from Lorie Smith's situation is a doomed initiative. But again, that's someone else's mess to deal with. I honestly believe that the Justices in the 303 Creative majority did not care if Lorie Smith, personally, deserves the exemption from anti-discrimination law under the doctrine that will eventually lay out. What they cared about is being decisive in defending the existing of these exemptions in concept. Lorie Smith just had the good fortune to be the next case in line that could be plucked onto the docket.

I've written before of the Machiavellian character of the current Supreme Court, specifically, it's absorption of Machiavelli's advice to tyrants: that they should take their big oppressive swings early, in full force, and all at once. You won't gain any advantage from dragging things out, and you'll probably get credit if you cut back later. And the repeated pattern we've seen is of the Court taking these huge right-wing swings that delight conservatives on the level of ideology, but without much care for how they can be operationalized as a workable legal doctrine, and leaving it lower courts to clean up its mess. And to give an inch of silver lining, there is the chance (this follows from Machiavelli too) that as that "mess" resolves itself the Court will then quietly file down some of the roughest edges. The Bruen decision, which reads as a right-wing ideological fantasy document but which has unleashed utter chaos in lower courts, may be an example if the Court uses the Rahimi case to cut back the most extreme interpretations. Take the big swing, make the chest-out assertion of insisting that no amount of public necessity can weigh against robo-originalism, and then later on at their discretion maybe pick and choose a few morsels to dial back on and claw back some legitimacy.

But nonetheless, it really is striking the degree to which the conservative legal movement just no longer cares that much about the law. As a law professor, it makes for depressing teaching. As a citizen, it makes for depressing living. Just depression all around.

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[disaster-biraven]

The Lazarus Problem Chapter 4

Jasonette Ch1 Ch2 Ch3 Ch4(you are here)

Ao3 Dedicated to @girl-in-thechair

Marinette was expecting Jason to come in, but she wasn’t expecting a familiar source of the Lazarus pits to also come in. She was caught off guard, as she blankly stared back at Jason who seemed to be trying to find the words to speak. Her trance was broken by Jason’s voice cracking.

“Marinette?” He still looked as though she wasn’t really there.

“Jason!” She rushed toward him, and he swept her into a hug and spun her around.

“You’re MDC?” His hands rested on her shoulders as he looked her up and down, like he still didn’t fully believe she was there.

“And you’re a Wayne! I didn’t know whether you were alive or not till I moved back to Gotham. Not only were you alive, but you got adopted?” She said while swatting his arm.

“Yeah, it happened about a month after we were separated, I was caught trying to steal Batman’s tires. He then took me to Bruce, and you know the rest.”

Marinette ignored the lie, it had been years since they’ve seen each other and she of all people knew the importance of keeping a secret identity.

“Really, Jason? Batman’s tires? Please tell me it wasn’t the Batmobile.” She already knew the answer though. Trying to steal tires from the Batmobile was a very Jason thing to do.

“Okay, it wasn’t the Batmobile.” Jason said with a grin.

“Oh that was so believable,” Marinette teased while rolling her eyes. “Okay let’s start the fitting.”

~~

After Jason had left the room where Marinette was working, he walked aimlessly around the Manor when he was accosted by Tim.

“Were you aware your friend is MDC?!” Tim grabbed Jason by the shoulders and shook him with urgency.

“Tim, don’t you think I would have brought that up if I had?” Jason swatted Tim’s hands away. “I was very much caught by surprise.”

It was well known that Tim was a huge fan of MDC. Getting to commission her was a big deal to Tim. After he had gotten confirmation on it he had sobbed face down for a good few hours in disbelief. If Jason had known, he might have kept it from Tim for shits and giggles, but would have most likely told him.

“Well, she lived in Paris for the entirety of the Hawkmoth situation. Should we see if she would be willing to help us with that?” Jason could see Tim’s mind racing. Marinette was a possible resource, because even though the Paris situation was known now, there was still a frustrating amount of mystery.

“We couldn’t ask, the Waynes have no reason to dig into Paris, while the Bats have no connection to her.” Jason paused. “Although maybe we could have one of the Bats come to her and ask, saying we let them know she might be able to help.”

“Well whatever we decide, you need to rekindle the friendship so I can befriend her. I can’t believe you know MDC.” Tim finally let go of him and started for the kitchen. Jason was pretty sure Alfred had already switched everything with decaf though. “I’m going to have to invite her to the Gala, even if she wants to attend anonymously.”

~~

Batman stared back at a very unamused Wonder Woman. This was a necessary briefing but was already really uncomfortable.

“I understand you don’t like magic in Gotham, but the business of the Miraculous isn’t something you should get in the way of. She is there to help you, the effects of the Lazarus pits is a weakness that hinders Red Hood and Robin. To have it removed is an opportunity you can’t afford to pass up. As for seeing if she is telling the truth, I must meet her.” Wonder Woman wasn’t pleased he waited this long to tell her. She had been looking for the current Ladybug as soon as Paris had been revealed to the world.

“If she is actually there to do what she says then I’m okay with the magic, but for now she is still an unknown. To give her access to Red Hood and Robin without confirming her claims would be unwise. Robin is still partially convinced that she may be a spy from the League. Ra’s does have an unhealthy obsession with obtaining the Miraculous according to him.”

Wonder Woman shifted uncomfortably at that.

“Before my mother was Ladybug, Ra’s succeeded at just that. He used the Ladybug and Black Cat to create the pits. To make a wish is to rewrite the universe and it always has to balance out, like the negative effects. I don’t like to think what his next wish might be.”

Batman thought this over, if just one wish could create something as dangerous as the Lazarus pits, then Ra’s definitely needed to be kept from the Miraculous. Lyca was the close they had gotten to finding Ladybug. She seemed to be able to take care of herself, but Batman wanted to offer the protection of the Justice League. He’d sleep better at night if he knew that the League of Assassins would have to go through him before they could get to the Miraculous. Not to mention Ladybug and Chat Noir would be great additions to the Justice League.

“Well after you meet Lyca, let me know if she is who she says she is, and if she is willing to help us contact Ladybug. Meanwhile I’ll still search on my own to see if any leads appear.”

Batman held out the phone Lyca gave Jason. It had taken some convincing to get it from him, but it was the easiest way for Wonder Woman to reach the Fox heroine.

“Trust me, Bruce. She won’t be found unless she wants to.” She accepted the device.

~~

So Jason was Red Hood, and Damian Robin. The kid had barely kept from trying to skewer her as she got her measurements. Marinette couldn’t blame the kid though. He had a significantly greater trace amount of Lazarus pit on him. As the grandson of Ra’s al Ghul she wasn’t surprised. But her commission had revealed the identity of the Bats, something she hadn’t expected to uncover.

While she was planning how that information could aid her in her mission, her phone rang. Not her main phone, the one that was connected to her yo-yo. She answered expecting a Bat to be the one calling.

“Lyca? This is Diana of Themyscira. I would love to meet with you, I believe I might be of some help to you.” Marinette dropped the phone in shock.

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[bumblebeeenby]

Does how does everyone else feel about Jay being an android?

Kai, at first, is in disbelief that this Jay is actually Jay. He knows it makes no sense, but he can’t believe there would be something this big and important about one of his friends that he overlooked. He’s got whiplash from the cognitive dissonance of it all. He feels guilt over not seeing it earlier, not being good enough to know. What if Jay had died because he failed to notice something so important? What kind of teammate is he? He feels like he’s failed his friend. After he gets past that, he gets a little paranoid about the whole situation and starts checking over his own body, as well as Cole’s to make SURE they’re not also secretly robots.

Zane is obviously concerned for Jay. He’s been through the process of discovering he wasn’t human, and doesn’t want Jay to go through the same identity crisis he did. Jay’s behavior is also concerning, and while the rest of the group is quick to assume that his unreasonably calm attitude in the first realm is some sort of malfunctioning, Zane is less convinced (he’s right, it’s purely psychological). He also feels regret for relying so much on Jay, Nya, and Pixal to perform repairs on him in the past, as he realizes how many vital robotics skills he lacks, making him unable to even reattach Jay’s arm or care for any of his other injuries. Although he hates himself for thinking it, his first thought after recovering from the shock is “I’m glad I’m not alone”. He can’t get over this shameful feeling of relief in learning that Jay’s also an android. It makes him happy. It alleviates some of his concerns about the state of his own humanity and he hates that he feels that way while Jay is clearly suffering.

Cole is freaked out, but recovers quicker than the others. This is fine, it’s still Jay. They already have two nindroids on the team, this is nothing new. Nothing has to change. Within seconds, he’s offering Jay verbal assurances and totally supporting him as if nothing has changed at all. He goes along with Jay’s calm attitude and keeps the other two in check. He can freak out when they’re all safe.

Nya is already stressed out when the boys return, to the point that she sees Jay and is like “haha…. okay funny prank”. They all look at her blankly and she starts asking them what the hell happened while they were gone?! She deals with it pretty well though, offers Jay comfort, and then goes into full-focus work-mode and makes damn sure she fully understands his mechanics so she can repair him in the future. For a while, Jay isn’t really emotionally ready to study his own mechanics yet, and she ensures him he doesn’t need to until he’s ready for it. (She does, however, have the same paranoid thought that Kai had and starts checking everyone else to make sure they aren’t robots too).

Lloyd asks how this is even possible, and starts trying to reason out how they could have missed all the signs. He’s the one who actually goes over all the things they’ve been through and figures out what details they’d been overlooking. The vengestone “allergy”, the weird seventh-sense Jay seemed to have around electronics, the time Jay hyperfocused so hard on a project that he didn’t eat or drink for three days but seemed perfectly fine. He’s frustrated that he missed all the obvious signs, but brushes off the feeling to instead focus on what they need to do next. No time to process his emotions! Gotta focus on the next crisis!

Finally, Pixal realizes that NO ONE KNEW. And just…. bursts out laughing in a really uncharacteristic way. She can’t believe it. She can’t believe her teammates are all this unobservant. Then she’s just like “Welcome to nindroid club, Jay. Here’s your membership card,” and prints him out an actual card.

#Lightningbot AU #rambles #answered ask #Jay walker #long post #oh god this was a lot lol