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howdy! i recently stumbled upon your account and saw that your requests were open. i have a small request for a newt x m!reader one-shot. feel free to ignore this if you don't feel like you're up for it 👍

maybe one where the reader has longer hair, and is a runner, as the weather's gotten warmer it's starting to become more of a chore when it comes to maintaining it so he asks newt to help him cut it? it can be as silly or goofy as you want, platonic or romantic is up to you.

i hope you're having a great day and enjoying the fall weather

-🦇

if the haircut fits — newt x male reader

❝ IF THE HAIRCUT FITS ❞

Thank you so much for the request, Bat. So sorry it took so long to finish, and I kind of ran away with this one, but I hope you enjoy!

SYNOPSIS ➢ As summer started to creep into the Glade, the sun’s rays had been hitting you much harder than usual; your hair, especially, have been more of a nuisance. Your solution? Get one of your closest friends to cut it for you. But losing the weight of your hair made you want to get rid of some weight off your chest, as well.

PAIRING ➢ newt x male reader

CONTENT WARNING ➢ friends to lovers, kissing, touching, banter, light insults sexual innuendoes, fluff, slight hurt/comfort, mentions of eating, mentions of drinking, slight violence (a slap), mentions of body, no use of y/n

WORD COUNT ➢ 7.3 k

AUTHORS NOTE ➢ I like to keep any image of the reader’s body out of my writing, but in this he’s implied to be well built, but not explicitly mentioned. The hair may also be more of a non-black standard, since I’m not sure exactly how black hair behaves in this situation, but I tried to keep it as vague as possible. I’m sure there are also a lot of inaccuracies in this concerning the Glade, such as the weather and the sun and the lake, but for the sake of this fic it works like I say it does — I am the author and therefore, God.

The air had gotten warmer recently. You’d noticed it only a few days ago, when your breath hadn’t exhaled in a cloud of white smoke and your neck had started to sweat after a full day of running in the Maze. The weather didn’t exactly respond to how the seasons—that on some level your subconscious knew existed—worked, but it changed all the same. It had only gotten warmer, and quickly, too. With the sun bearing down on from overhead, the air was chokingly warm, your skin practically dripping with sweat and the ends of your hair clinging to your neck. It had grown long during the past few months and while it was a comfort in the colder weather, strands of it now hung uncomfortably in your eyes despite your best attempts to pull it back into a knot.

Minho walked just in front of you through the gates of the Maze and entered the green forestry of the Glade. The walls closed right behind you and in spite of the late hour of the day the sun still shone bright in the sky. He was just as eager to take cover from it under the cool shade of the Glade’s woods as to throw himself into the equally cool lake. You ran up beside him, patting him on the shoulder.

“This weather,” he grunted, wiping the palms of his hands on his trousers. They left tracks of sweat. “I swear it’s got something against us.”

“Yeah,” you agreed with a sigh. You peeled your drenched shirt from your skin, pulling it over your head in an attempt to ease some of the warmth. It didn’t made much of a difference.

Minho threw you a sideway glance as you walked across the green fields. “Eager to show your body off?”

You threw your head back in a bark, sidestepping so you would walk backwards to face him. Your hands spread as your head tilted with conviction.

“You’d want to show off your body too if it looked like this,” you said. Minho couldn’t help but smile at your comment, shaking his head in exasperation. You turned around to walk beside him normally again.

As the two of you made your way to the lake, you passed the gardens and its track-hoes, Newt being one among them. Despite the fact that he was second in command, he liked the calming repetitiveness of caring for vegetables and flowers. He’d told you one late night when you’d found him sitting by himself, staring up at the night sky, and your curiosity had gotten the better of you. Now, his eyes met yours in an instant, as if he’d known exactly where you were. As if he’d been watching you for some while, and waiting for you to notice. Your stomach flipped at his unashamed staring, nervous under the gaze, as your mind drew a blank. Quickly, you rearranged your mouth into a smirk, to which he shook his head out of his stunned stupor and continued with his task, but you could tell his mind wasn’t present as his eyes kept jumping back and forth.

Minho saw your smug smile and hit you across the chest, hard enough to cause you to stumble. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Newt cover his mouth from something that looked like a chuckle and you glared back at Minho’s now-smug smile. He just tilted his head and kept walking to the cover of the trees.

“You can flirt with Newt later,” he said. “Let’s go wash off.”

“I wasn’t flirting with anyone! Let alone Newt.”

“Whatever, man.”

You grumbled something unintelligible, which he ignored, as you walked together to the lake on the other side of the Glade. It was a rather long walk, but the time in the trees’ shade cooled you down nicely. Reaching the lake, the water was darkening with the passing of the sun, seeming almost more ominous now than inviting. You found a few other Gladers there already, some of them laying by the bank with their shirts discarded and the rest of them submerged in the water. Minho wasted no time removing his shirt and running into the dark water. You discarded your earlier thoughts and quickly followed suit, pulling your hair from its knot and jumping into the lake with a splash that earned you an ugly glare from a Glader nearby. Minho shared the glare and slapped the water hard, sending it flying in your direction.

“Shankhead,” he muttered.

You only laughed and leant backwards, fully submerging your body under the dark water. Your muscles relaxed and let the water carry you out further in the lake, effectively cooling you down. This was exactly what you needed after a warm and exhausting day; your head under the water, your hair spread around you like the halo of some angel—if an angel could be trapped in a maze. The cold water felt like a blanket across your mind, quieting your thoughts down to a tenth of their usual volume. There were few things that could calm you like this.

The peace didn’t last long, though, as Minho’s hand suddenly closed over your arm and dragged you above surface.

“What?” you spit at him.

He cocked his head to the end of the lake and when you turned your head you saw Newt’s figure walking closer, his hands in the pockets of his trousers. You immediately tried to stand up, but forgot you were too far out, and instead of touching the sand you sunk deeper in the water with a splutter. Again, you broke the surface with a gasp and a flail of your arms, struggling to wipe your hair out of your eyes. Minho was unsurprisingly unhelpful, barking out his laugh at your unfortunate. You glared at him and swam to the bank where Newt stood waiting. It was only then that you noticed a lot of the other boys were gone or also on their way from the lake.

“Smooth,” Newt commented when you reached him.

“Shut up.”

He nodded his head to the woods behind him. “Dinnertime’s soon. Reckoned I’d go get you.”

“I am honoured your lordship would bother thinking of little ol’ me,” you smiled. He only rolled his eyes.

Your steps brought you up further, the water splashing around your knees. Newt’s arms were crossed over his chest as he leant on one foot, waiting for you to reach him. You noticed that he adamantly kept his eyes fixated on a spot just above your head, refusing to glance at any part of your body that was currently on display. A part of you sparked with amusement. Minho stepped out just behind you and went over to retrieve your clothes, throwing your shirt and boots at you.

“Thanks,” you bit at him, just barely avoiding one hitting your head.

He flashed you with a smug smirk as he pulled his shirt over his head, immediately causing wet spots to bloom wherever it touched his skin directly. “My pleasure,” he said and started walking back to the huts, through the now-dark forest.

The sun had settled quickly and long shadows now stretched before you as you turned to walk into the forest. Newt followed suit, staring at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Not going to put on your shirt?” he asked.

You turned your head to catch Newt’s gaze sweeping across your figure. It filled you with a strange satisfaction to see him checking you out. When he noticed that you’d caught him, he immediately looked away, his posture suddenly stiff. His cheeks were definitely redder than they had been before, although it was difficult to tell in the darkening light. Your lips tugged into something resembling a smile.

“Why? Does it bother you?”

Newt scoffed and met your gaze defiantly underneath his golden fringe. “No. I just don’t want your stupid arse to get sick.”

Your smile widened. “Oh, really? Do you happen to care for me, Newt?”

“I am not admitting that,” he said and rolled his eyes. His tone was suspiciously even, as if it took everything in him not to check you out again. “I’m only saying it’d be be more trouble than you’re worth to get you healthy again.”

His brown eyes met yours, obstructed with a few strands. You had the urge to reach out and pull them away, to see his eyes more clearly, but instead you sent him a simple smile and nudged him lightly with your elbow. “Okay, you have your priorities clear,” you said.

“Just go get ready, won’t you?” His glare was enough to send shivers down your spine and his hands started to turn your body in the direction of the huts, now already having reached the end of the woods. “See what I told you? You’re already getting cold!”

“Fine,” you drawled with your hands up in defence, looking at him over your shoulder. “I’ll see you at the bonfire.”

He lifted his hand in half a wave and swiftly turned away from you, walking to where the others had begun to gather by the fire. Sometimes you forgot he had hurt his leg—it had happened before you arrived in the Glade—but looking at him now his limp was evident in his step. You lingered a moment longer to watch his hair glow in the contrast from the fire, vaguely resembling the sun in an eclipse. You found the view almost poetic, entrancing you in its picturesque aestheticism. It reminded you of Icarus flying too close to the sun, you standing by, helpless to aid him in his downfall, inevitably and irrevocably fated to meet his doom. You weren’t sure where the thought or the name had come from, but ancient knowledge seemed to lord over you in a cloud of mystery.

“Go!” called Newt suddenly over his shoulder. He met your eye with a quirk of his brow and for a second his eyes seemed to draw you into the depths of his soul, but then you blinked and the feeling was gone.

“Going!” you jumped out of your daze to call back and quickly turned to make your way to the huts. How he had known you’d stayed put you didn’t know, but didn’t question further. You rushed to your cot to grab a change of clean clothes and a towel to dry off with, even though most of the water had already dried and cooled your skin with the night’s chill. Still, your hair hung heavy with water, wetting the new shirt you put on. You groaned as you tried to wipe it with the towel, but to no avail. The only downsides to having long hair was it took forever to dry. It would have to warm by the fire.

You changed into the warm pair of trousers and put on your boots. Still, your damp hair felt cold against your skin, which would have been nice if the temperature didn’t drop so suddenly as soon as the sun was gone. You hurried to the fire, the air enveloping you into its warm grasp, eyes already searching for the familiar blonde boy. A lot of the Gladers were milling about, eating the good food Frypan had cooked up or drinking some of the incredibly strong spirit you knew Newt fancied. Someone was laughing loudly nearby but you ignored it in favour of searching for the quiet spot you knew you would find him by. When your eyes settled on him, sitting on a log with a drink in his hand and a plate on his knee, your hand reflexively made its way to pull back your bangs from your eyes. Warmth settled in your stomach that was equally familiar.

“Don’t worry, you look good,” came Minho’s voice beside you. You shot him a glare and removed your fingers from your hair, still itching to pull it away. “Not that your ego needs the boost.”

“Not what I was concerned with,” you said. You swallowed. “But thanks.”

Minho grinned. Your lips lifted into an answering grin and Minho nudged you towards the fire. “Go get ‘em.”

You frowned at him, pretending not to understand what he meant, before shaking your head and walking towards where Newt was sitting. His gaze lifted as you approached and you felt your stomach flipping, not uncomfortably.

“So, he can wear a shirt? Was starting to believe you weren’t capable of it,” said Newt, lowering his drink from his lips.

“Yeah,” you answered with a sheepish grin.

You sat down next to him on the log and reached over to nick a few pieces of his fruit. Newt immediately leant away, lifting the plate away from your reach.

“Woah--oi, hey! Don’t take my food! Get your bloody own from Frypan,” he grumbled, settling you with a glare. You recognised the glint in his eye though, the one that told you he wasn’t entirely serious. His eyes shone in the firelight, softening the longer you stayed quiet, and his lips even started to turn up. At the sight of it, yours did as well. He always knew how to bring out your mischievous side.

“Your food tastes much better.”

“It’s exactly the same.”

You shook your head. “No, by its mere proximity to you, the food is better.”

Newt rolled his eyes and placed his plate back on his knee, where your hand quickly snatched away the remainder of his fruit. He only sighed and took a long sip from his drink, pretending to ignore your staring at him. Finally, he lowered his glass and met your gaze with a sigh.

“What?” asked Newt, tone as flat as he could manage to make it in your presence.

Your lips tugged into a smile. “Nothing,” you said and glanced away.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Newt swiftly turn to you before you felt a nudge against your side, almost pushing you off balance. You cried out and reached towards him to stabilise yourself, sending him the harshest glare you could muster in spite of the laughter that was waiting in your throat. He met it with a glare of his own while ignoring your hands on his arm and shoulder, which suddenly felt too hot to the touch. Blood rushed to your cheeks.

“Nothing,” you repeated, avoiding his gaze. You were forced to let go of him with a clearing of your throat, conscious of your cold hands. You became too aware of your hair brushing your cheek, annoyingly tickling your skin. Before you could move, Newt’s hand had reached out to brush it away. Your breath hitched in your throat and you were unable to rip your eyes away from his.

“Sorry,” he said bashfully and withdrew it, curling it into an uncertain fist.

You smiled. “No, no, it’s okay. It’s getting too long,” you mumbled, your hands moving as if with a mind of their own to fiddle with the longer strands of your hair.

“I could help you, you know?” spoke Newt, drawing your gaze to him. He seemed not to have noticed your flustered state or he chose to ignore it. You hoped it was the former.

You frowned at him. “What do you mean?”

His voice broke as he opened his mouth to speak, but he cleared his throat and nodded to your head.“I could help cut your hair.”

“Really?” you asked, surprise evident in your voice. You supposed cutting weeds while gardening got him familiar around shears.

“I mean, yeah, sure,” said Newt. “Reckon I’d do a better job than anything you’d manage, anyway.”

Your head whipped to the side, mouth open in indignation. “That’s foul!”

His lips tugged into a grin and he lifted an eyebrow with the argument. “Am I wrong?” Your eyes swept over his own hair, which you assumed he’d cut himself, and pursed your lips in contemplation. It looked good. He looked good. Especially in that light, when the fire casted a golden aura that settled around his head like a halo. It effortlessly managed to draw your attention to every shift in his movement.

“No,” you finally grumbled, again tugging at a strand.

His hand reached out to tuck the stray strand of your hair away, and in doing so pushed away your own. The short moment of contact made your breath stutter and come out in a short burst. Newt met your gaze with a smile. It felt different than before, none of his usual amusement visible in his gaze. Instead, there now hung a heavy silence over the both of you, despite the loud chatter and laughter of those who had gathered by the fire. You were so close to him that you could count the lashes on his eyes. His gaze, which usually swirled with the pain and frustration that served as a reminder that Newt was capable of more than he let on, was now void of that. There was only curiosity and something softer that you couldn’t describe to be found. Newt must have felt your breath on his hand by now were it not for you holding it in anticipation. As if suddenly realising it, he blinked and leant away from you, his hand falling down at your side. Your breathing returned to normal as you tried to keep the warmth rushing to your cheeks at bay, trying in vain to ignore how close you two had just been. It was too dark for you to see if he was feeling the same way, or he was just too good at hiding it, but it didn’t keep you from scrutinising his face for any clues.

“Take a sick day tomorrow, meet me by the gardens,” he said after a few minutes of silently staring into the fire. His voice was level, as if he hadn’t been caressing your cheek only moments before.

You tried to match his nonchalance and arched an eyebrow. “Minho will murder me.”

Newt cocked his head. “Let that be on my head.”

“Fine,” you said and stood up with a groan, feeling the stretch of your muscles from the day’s run. Newt followed your movement, meeting your eye as you pointed an accusing finger at him. “On your head, be it.”

Newt nodded, sending a smirk your way. You stepped away from him and made your way to Frypan. As you grabbed a few sandwiches, Gally sneaked up by your side, swiping one of the sandwiches in your hand.

“Got tired of flirting, huh?” he chuckled.

You glared at him and bit into your sandwich. “Shut up.”

He smirked smugly. “It’s plain as day, Greeny.”

“You’re worse than Minho,” you grumbled. Your finger lifted to point in his direction. “And stop calling me that, I haven’t been Greeny for a year.”

His mocking laughter followed you as you walked away from the fire towards the huts, shaking your head. A few Gladers had followed your trail of thought, also deigning to go to bed early. You fell into your sleeping cot with your feet kicked up and a deep sigh escaping your lips. Your mind couldn’t keep from trailing back to the sight of Newt by the fire, his brown eyes shining along with his smug smirk. A groan fought through your throat as you rubbed your eyes in frustration.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Newt. On the contrary, you liked him a lot. He was kind and funny and witty and smart and always knew how to both make you laugh and trample on your nerves to get you furious with him. But you didn’t fancy him, no matter how much Minho and Gally liked to imply it. He just had a special way to worm his way into your thoughts and then burrow there. For days after an interaction, you would think of how he looked at you a certain way or how he would accidentally touch you while brushing past.

It drove you insane, how easily Newt could get inside your mind.

And how easily he could stir up the warmth inside your stomach and make it rush to your cheeks with only a simple gesture. You had found yourself trying to hide your cheeks when around him too often lately and you were sure he had noticed, but only given you the curtesy of not commenting on it.

“Fuck,” you groaned again and turned over in your cot, your hair prickling your skin with reminder of what tomorrow would bring.

It was difficult to distract your mind from Newt long enough to settle down. Eventually, you managed to fall into a restless sleep, filled with the muddled dreams of red sunlight bouncing off of bluish marble, almost creating the illusion of moving water. You saw the reflection of your form against the stone below you but before you had the chance to take it all in, a hand had clasped your own and another drawn you in by your waist. When you looked up, it was the face of none other than the person you had previously been trying to forget, although you could not fathom why at that moment. Newt. His warm smile calmed you down and you allowed him to lead you into the first steps of a waltz. How you had learnt it you didn’t question, but just followed his captivating eyes and trusted him to catch you if you fell. Those same eyes were gazing into yours, big and brown and with the same curiosity that had gazed on you earlier that day. Only now, you allowed yourself to get lost in the sight of them, to be entranced by their deep swirling darkness. Right when Newt had stretched his arm out and sent you into a light spin, and his hand was ready to welcome you back into his embrace, had his expression changed from one of bliss to one of chock and disgust. You halted, frowning at his actions, before following his line of sight and reaching a hand up to the top of your head. To your horror, all your hair had suddenly vanished. Panic rose through you, clawing blindly at your empty head, wanting to escape from this, from everything, from Newt’s hateful glance. You took a step and tried another but caught the only small imperfection in the marble that caused you to stumble, falling down, down, and down… waiting for the ground to hit you.

What came instead was a slap on your chin, harsh enough to force you awake.

“Ngh— fuck,” you croaked, blinking drowsily. Your vision cleared up as you squinted at your assailant, recognising the judging stare immediately. “Come on, man.”

The sun had barely come up again over the tall walls guarding the Glade when Minho had deigned to make you a visit. That time was usually when you would get ready for your run in the Maze. Apparently, Newt had not said anything to Minho which made you let out a deep groan. Minho was staring down at your messy form, his arms crossed over his chest with a harsh stare pinning you to your place. He cocked his head, raising an eyebrow.

“Anyone tell you you’re an ugly sleeper?” he asked, a sickly sweet smile on his lips.

“No, I’m adorable,” you stated, trying to sit up as best as you could. “I’m taking a day off. I’m sick.” You punctuated your words with the best fake cough you could muster.

Minho looked unconvinced. “No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am,” you countered. When he raised an eyebrow you sighed in defeat. “Okay, I’m not sick. But I’m still taking a day off. If you want to argue, take it up with Newt. He’s got senior on you. And we both know you won’t miss me today.”

Minho’s breath released in a sharp burst as he contemplated your words. Finally, he let his arms fall to his side. “Fine,” he said, but raised a finger to point at you. “But you better have a damn good reason as to why you’re staying here today.”

You shot him a smile. “A damn good reason.”

He rolled his eyes and turned to walk away. “I will miss you, by the way,” he called over his shoulder. Then, he added, with a smug smirk, “Sweetheart.”

It was then your turn to roll your eyes as a bark of laughter forced itself out your throat. You rubbed your face from sleep, trying to get rid of your sluggishness. As you were already awake, you figured you could just as well get up to meet Newt a little earlier. It wouldn’t be long until the rest of the Gladers woke up, anyway.

Minho and the rest of the Runners were already by the Maze’s walls. You could see their figures in the distance as the gates started to open with a loud rumble, one that you could feel shaking the earth beneath your feet. You shook your head and stretched your limbs, feeling them pop and crack individually. Minho liked to be up and early with his runs, but you were glad to get a day off to rest. You turned to your things, changing into a clean pair of clothes and put your hair up, mostly out of autonomy. Last time you would do that for a while, you figured.

Newt’s cot was among one of the empty ones, so you assumed he would have already gone to Frypan’s station to get breakfast. You made your way over there, spotting his slumped figure immediately. He jumped when you dropped down beside him, nicking an apple from his plate.

“Could you maybe get your own food for once?” he asked with a cocked eyebrow. You smiled through your amusement, slowly chewing on the fruit. You swallowed with an exaggerated motion, sending him a sickly sweet smile.

“No,” you said. He rolled his eyes while taking a mouthful of his scrambled eggs, ignoring your presence in the process.

“Remind me again why I needed to take the whole day?” you asked. “Hopefully, Minho won’t feel as murder-y when he gets back later as how he felt this morning.”

You saw the corner of his lip lift into what you imagined to be a smile. Smug bastard.

“My art takes time,” he eventually answered, turning to you. “I want it to look good.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I already look good.”

“And I want you to stay that way.” Newt shot a meaningful glance at the other Gladers, which had you wincing. Some of them could benefit from a more skilful haircut, you must admit.

“Fine.”

“Besides,” he said, “it’s easier when the sun is at its highest. Less chance for me to fuck it up then.”

Newt smiled at you, but his words indicated an underlying threat, one that had you smiling back in amusement. He really loved pushing your buttons. It didn’t help that you actually were concerned about your hair being fucked up—not that you would consider yourself a vain person, but you knew how much someone’s looks could be diminished because of a bad haircut. And your thoughts ran to the dream you’d had; was it a nightmare or a premonition?

You scratched your neck, conscious of the hair touching your skin. “You know what? I’m actually not so certain about this.”

Newt sighed and pinned his gaze on you. “I see you swatting your hair away all the time,” he said, exasperation shining through annoyance. “It’s clearly annoying you.”

His words made something in you flip. “Are you saying that you notice me all the time, then?” you asked with a smug smile, unable to keep your amusement at bay for long.

He ignored your question. “I’m not going to fuck it up, mate.” When you sent him a sceptical glare he sighed again, and asked, “What are you so afraid of? Don’t you trust my skills?”

Your lips tugged in earnest for a moment, before again settling into their smug familiarity. “I guess I’m just scared you’ll find me less attractive if I cut my hair.” You blinked through your eyelashes, meeting Newt’s incredulous gaze. “I mean, what if the whole reason you like me is because of my handsome hair?”

“That’s ridiculous,” he scoffed, turning to look down at his plate.

“So you admit you do find me attractive?” you chuckled.

“Never said that.”

Your lips pressed into a line, wondering if you had crossed the line that time. It took a moment to decide before opening your mouth again. “Will you still help me?”

“Of course,” he smiled at you, winking playfully. The gesture made butterflies immediately appear in your stomach and you had to look away lest he see the smile gracing your lips. He stood up from his seat, leaving the rest of his breakfast untouched, and nudged your side. “C’mon, let’s get going.”

“Now?”

“Yes, now. Or would you rather we wait until I get tired and the light is bad for me to slip with my shears?”

He had a point, damn him. “Fine,” you admitted, following suit and going outside with him. The sun blinded the both of you, already high in the sky. It felt strange for it to be this bright out and not being in the maze running.

Newt started walking toward the garden so you followed point, close at his heel. He picked up a pair of dirty looking shears, turning to flash you a grin. You looked at them skeptically, which he must have noticed.

“Look, they’ll get the job done, alright?”

Your eyebrow cocked. “You sure? Looks like they haven’t worked since ten years ago.”

Newt laughed dryly and nudged past you, walking the way to the woods.

“Hey, where are you going?” you asked.

“The lake. Need to get your hair wet,” he called over his shoulder.

Hmm. Sounded reasonable. You ran to keep up with him and joined him by the lake you had been swimming in the day before. The water looked even more inviting now, with the sun glittering across its surface instead of the afternoon’s deep shadows. Newt, none too gently, shoved you in the direction of it, sitting himself down by the bank.

You flashed a smile to him. “That eager to see me shirtless again?”

He rolled his eyes and reached for the water to splash it up at you. You yelped and jumped out of reach, giving him a stare full of contempt. “Just dump your ‘ead in the water, you knob.”

“Since you asked so kindly.”

You lowered your body closer to the bank, only letting your head submerge under the water. It felt cold, but not uncomfortably so. You felt a tap against your shoulder, Newt, and sprang up into sitting position. Water dripped from your hair, drenching your shirt and face. When you turned to Newt, your smile was crooked.

“Great,” he said, moving to sit behind you, shears in his hands. “Now all you have to do is keep still. Think you can do that?”

“Anything for you, Newt.”

You sighed happily and leant back, letting the sun cast its warm rays over you. You didn’t notice the moment Newt hesitated after your words, before he started drawing his fingers through your hair. All you knew was that suddenly his touch was there and it felt heavenly. You knew he only did it to measure your hair to cut it, but every time his fingers brushed against your scalp shivers erupted across your spine. You almost had the mind to close your eyes and fall asleep right then and there, with Newt almost caressing you. You imagined those same fingers running down from your head, touching the skin over your neck, brushing past your abdomen and squeezing your thighs. Even the thought of it made your breath hitch and you kept still to keep him from noticing anything amiss. Slowly and carefully, he worked, cutting methodically. You cracked an eye open, trying to glance at him from the corner of it.

“How’s it going, Newt?” you asked.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled lightly, and said, “Don’t rush me.”

It was enough to make warmth travel to your cheeks and your abdomen, so you kept quiet after that and let him do his work in peace. His fingers danced closer to your skin then, trying to get to the nape of your neck and it took all your willpower not to shy away from him. Slowly, you relaxed into his hold again, numbed by the featherlight touches and breaths of air fanning over your skin when he sat too close.

And suddenly, it was all over. With one final brush of his hand, his fingers running through your hair thoroughly, he cleared his throat and moved away.

“All done,” said Newt, though it was almost a whisper.

You opened your eyes to the sight of him sitting on his folded knees and his fingers fidgeting with the shears, looking almost as if it took all his power to concentrate on his breathing. You smiled, raising an eyebrow, and ran your own hand through your hair. It felt lighter, and smooth, and you hadn’t realised how much of a relief it was to be gone with the length.

“How do I look?” you asked, meeting his eye.

“Good.”

“Better than before?”

Newt shrugged and stood up. “Good, like always.”

Your lips quirked into a mischievous smile. “You think I’m good looking?”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he scoffed, but you could definitely see a redness spreading across his cheeks. He tried to turn away but you were quicker, bounding closer to him and shaking away the cutaway strands in the same movement. It was fun teasing him.

“You’re the one who said it!” you exclaimed.

“Oi, stop being difficult,” he settled his glare on you.

“I’m not.”

He shot you a look, one that told you he was trying to stay annoyed but secretly enjoying your antics. “You are,” he said while turning in the way to the rest of the Glade, shears hanging loosely from his grip.

You ripped your gaze from his long fingers, the image of them making your mind return to how you had wanted him to touch you earlier, and instead ran to keep up with his steps. You could sense the smile hiding in the corner of his lip, almost like a sixth sense, determined to bring it out. So, eyebrows lifted in a suggestive expression, you saddled closer to his side and said, “But you like a challenge, right—so why are you complaining?”

The gaze Newt responded with could only be described as filled with disbelief, and something else—something mischievous. “So now you’re a challenge, hm?” he asked, his eyebrows disappearing behind the ruffles of his hair.

You frowned and tilted your head at him. “Hey! Are you calling me easy?”

“Well, if the haircut fits…” he trailed off, leaving the rest of the sentence up to your active imagination.

“Now that’s just plain rude,” you muttered, lowering your gaze to the ground to avoid any missteps in the uncertain terrain of the Glade’s woods.

“I’m so very sorry, mate,” said Newt, without much conviction. You rolled your eyes at his sarcastic tone and noticed the flashing smile that was then all too visible on his face. “How can I make it up to you?”

“You can start by not calling me ‘mate’,” you retorted, not thinking through your words except to win this ‘argument’.

Newt glanced at you. “And what would you rather me call you?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged, avoiding his gaze, while all too aware of what he was trying to get you to admit. But you were comfortable with the dance you and him were engaged in. It had been going on for so long that you had forgotten how to not do it with him. It was easier to keep dancing with him, to keep the illusion of a ballroom couple perfect rather than to quiet the orchestra and run from your Prince Charming. Newt seemed to sense where your thoughts had run to, as he tried to meet your gaze.

“You sure about that?” he asked sceptically.

“Er, yeah?”

Newt was way too good at reading you and would not believe any excuses you tried to make, however convincing they may be. You both despised and admired him for it. He stopped you in your tracks with a hand across your midriff; the feel of his fingers pressing against your skin, even through the shirt, made shivers travel down your spine. The hand quickly retreated as he tried searching your eyes.

“I—,” he started, voice unsteady. He cleared his throat to regain his composure as you waited for him, arms crossed, trying to keep up the charade any way you could. “I think you’d rather me call you ‘good looking’. Or ‘handsome’. Or ‘pretty’. Or what about ‘love’, hm?”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, trying to ignore the warmth traveling up your neck to rush to your cheeks. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t,” he said, an eyebrow raised from the very obvious tremor in your voice.

“Are you teasing me, Newt?” you asked incredulously.

Newt flashed you a smug smile and shrugged, looking away bashfully. “Got to be my turn to do it sometime,” he said.

You were used to you teasing him and poking fun, but he always took it in stride and seldom flirted back—which was what this had somehow turned into. If you’d known you two would end up flirting because of him cutting your hair you never would have agreed to his help—or maybe you still would have. Either way, there was no escaping it now. Fuck it, you thought. A frustrated groan seethed through your pressed lips as you threw your hands up in exasperation.

“You know what? Fine,” you said, meeting Newt’s gaze defiantly. “Yes, I’d like to be called all of those things. And I would like to call you all of those things.” You paused to then search Newt’s gaze, but he just stared at you in stunned silence and made no attempt to answer, so you kept going, albeit slightly more hesitant. “I—I want to hold you, to touch you, embrace you in the way that simple friends shouldn’t do. I’d like to whisper into your ear at night how much you brighten my days and make this shucking life worth living. Most of all, I would like to call you mine.”

You paused again to inhale deeply, your breathing shallow after your rant. It had driven your emotions to the surface so well you might as well have been wearing your feelings on your sleeve, ready to hand out romantic professions for anyone bothering to glance your way.

You hadn’t noticed how warm your cheeks had suddenly gotten, and made to move away while muttering, “There—I’ve said it. Let’s just go.”

“Wait—no—” Newt shouted, throwing out his arm to grab your wrist.

He pulled you back into him, making you lose balance, and a moment later his lips had closed over yours. The surprised gasp that had escaped your lips was quieted by his kiss and you quickly melted into his embrace. Immediately, his fingers closed over your nape, taking hold of your now-short hair and drawing you even closer. You could feel him pressing himself closer in whatever way he could manage, one hand tugging at your hair and the other clawing at your waist. Each individual touch sent sparks of warmth and cold over your skin as your hands closed over his jaw and throat. Even your imagination couldn’t have predicted how he would feel, how his body would fit against yours and make you want to never breathe again if it meant you could stay with him, like this, forever.

Finally, you had to pull away to suck in a deep breath of air, Newt trailing after and barely letting you go. You couldn’t fight the chuckle that forced its way out nor the grin that spread over your lips. Neither could he, as you saw his blushing face break out in a beam and his eyes jumping all over your face. It made you painfully aware of yourself and you bowed your head to settle against the crook of his neck, bashful in spite of your close contact. His hands were still holding onto your waist and kept your body pressed against him.

“Don’t get shy now,” he chided, though his tone was light and his fingers were rubbing slow circles across your back.

Despite the warm sun that glared over the pair of you, his gesture made a shiver crawl up your spine and you pulled away to look at him with an arched eyebrow. “Really, you’re calling me shy?” He nodded to your question. “I’m shy when you’re here— Have you completely forgotten who’s always bold and teases and openly flirts with you?”

Newt scoffed, drawing his hands over the small of your back. “Well, maybe I stole your boldness when I kissed you.”

You almost couldn’t believe him. His cheeks were already flushed, but burned even brighter when your hand pressed against his neck to pull him in again, forcefully pressing your lips against his and claiming his tongue as yours. In doing so, you swallowed his surprised gasp with your kiss, but he didn’t manage to suppress the moan when you took his bottom lip between your teeth and bit lightly. It made you smile smugly, pulling away immediately to look upon his bright red face and dazed expression.

“Who’s shy now, hm?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest and stepping out of his hold.

Newt shot you an angry glance, but it was difficult to take him seriously when he was also blushing furiously. He decided to leave it at that and with not much dignity, pick up the shears he had dropped and started walking back towards the huts. Again, you had to run after him with laughter playing on your lips. You could tell he wasn’t really annoyed, but it was easy to slip back in the comfortable dance of your relationship.

You wouldn’t let him pretend like all of this had not happened, though. He looked at you in surprise when your hand sought out his own, fingers intertwining and closing over his. You smiled back, feeling a slight burning at the tip of your ears, but he leant in and placed a light kiss that made you wish for more again, which eased your nervousness.

“Guess we’re both a little shy, huh,” he remarked. You just shrugged, looking ahead to the opening of the forest, but the smile still apparent on your lips.

“And where the fuck have you two been?” cried Alby’s voice as soon as you stepped out of the trees.

Immediately, you felt as if you jumped out of your skin and let go of Newt’s hand, his cheeks burning as much as yours did. You scratched the back of your neck and glanced sheepishly at Newt, catching the mischievous glint in his eyes; neither of you could fight the smiles that broke out on both your faces.

“On your head be it, you said,” you smirked, slipping away from his indignant eyebrow raise.

You left Newt to deal with Alby alone with a playful wink, to which he only shook his head and hid his smile as he faced the approaching commander. You had half a mind to skip away with the happiness that were bubbling through you, but managed to contain yourself to walking away with a steady pace, though you couldn’t keep your thoughts from running back to the memory of Newt against you nor the smile that followed.

END NOTE ➢ I do have an idea for a part two should anyone be interested in it. Hope you enjoyed this!

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eldragon-x · 4 months

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🐊 krook 🔁 krook

🐊 krook

I don't remember following this Pokemon, they keep posting mushy inspirational screenshots and quotes

🐊 krook

they were previously rottenworld? I see how it is. another idiot falling into the trap of telling yourself everything will be fine and the world is worthwile. im so sick of this. soon you will all see the ugly truth

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🍎 guildmaster-wigglytuff 🔁 kingofdarkness

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Another successful day of working in Team Teal! ^_^ Funfact: I learned today that the team name was inspired by the color of the glow of the Time Gears ⚙️ My team mates were hesitant to tell me more about it though.

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That's great, Darkrai! TOOM-YAH!

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#guild associates #motivation #funfacts

🍃 paradise-virizion 🔁 lopunnycharm

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Reblog this if you support trapping Pokemon in ruins! ✨

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🤡 paradise-emolga 🔁 lake-guardian

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Pokemon are upset at me for including Team Charm on the list of explorers with issues. I'm sorry but you can't brush off their actions as "girlbossing". I promise you there are other admirable female dungeon treaders you can support, like Octillery or Virizion.

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#wait I need to do something funny

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Having a moment, but I don't think I could ever express enough how much joining an adventure team has helped me. I was at a real lowpoint when I became a part of Team Scales and would reject everyone around me but thanks to them, I learned to open up and trust in other Pokemon again.

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#delete later

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Sorry for my recent inactivity, I've been busy getting in touch with some old friends and moving to Air Continent. I don't know if I'm ever gonna start posting regularly again, might abandon this blog altogether, but I'm glad Pokemon appreciate it. Have a nice day!

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#personal #madoka tag

🪦 dustnoir 🔁 forest-clock

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its been really dire lately if i'm honest. legendary pokemon all over the world are turning to stone and we still have no idea who could be behind it and im very worried for the kids here. i dont know why ampharos thought it would be a good idea to let them join i just feel like everythings getting worse

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Time traveller here! It will pass but you have to make it through The Voidlands first 👍

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#predictions #future posting #dark matter incident #friend tag #reblog #expedition-society-official

#unreality #long post #pmd on tumblr #pmd #pokemon mystery dungeon

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As autistic coded as Illumi is, he is also EXTREMELY Bpd coded. Here's a thread abt why that would be, from a person with bpd. 🧵

Everything about his character screams a person that feels so so much but forcefully tones his feelings down so hard to the point where they seem nonexistent.

On the exterior he seems like he couldn't care less about most things and is a very calm and controlled person. However, his emotions shine the brightest when the topic of interest is a person he cares about.

This is ESPECIALLY shown in the election arc where he reveals much of his emotions to the audience. He gets two whole bloodlust scenes this arc.

One with extreme anger

and one with extreme joy.

When Hisoka provoked him, it took absolutely zero transition for him to immediately spike his bloodlust and aura to GREAT amounts to the point of engulfing the entire MOUNTAIN and reaching Killua from SO far away.

And in the same exact second it happened, it ended just as quickly the moment he noticed Killua running away. That is a CLASSIC negative mood swing example if I've ever seen one. One extreme emotion in one second, gone in the other.

On the other hand, his second bloodlust had a small transition, one that still did not give you the expectation of what truly came after.

He is seen watching Killua on his phone and the moment Nanika healed gon, showing Killua can use her on command with no consequences and also showing her immense power, he was absolutely overjoyed. So much in fact that he exploded in maniac laughter and aura a second after merely giving it a small laugh.

We get a hint at his bloodlust incoming in that moment, but NEVER predict just how MUCH would actually come out. Classic euphoric mood swing number two.

When he encountera Killua with Hisoka in the background at the end, he is pretty much shown going through the five stages of grief in mere minutes the moment his own butlers turn on him and allow Nanika to come out.

denial, anger, depression...

bargaining.......

and finally, acceptance. acceptance that he was going to be traded by killua not only for a friend, but for the rest of the family's lives.

He was so very clearly unhappy about it at the beginning, yet came to acceptance in mere seconds the moment nanika came out. He bargained with himself, Killua shouldnt be able to wish twice, then accepted. even if he could, thats okay. go ahead, kill me!

and then theres also the way he just switches from a very :DDD to >:| mood in like one panel short hello he is so coded

Even more; Usually bpd is either caused through trauma or inherited. and you can definitely argue that illumi went through enough "training" for the former but. is his behavior not. familiar to yall. not at all???? im just saying......... I know someone else in the zoldyck family that has intense mood swings!

if there is one person in the family that shows their unfiltered emotions and switches from being calm to screaming in distress in a single second, its going to be this woman. she gave birth to a son thats a literal copy of her. she ctrl c'd and ctrl v'd.

and i dont exactly know what this next one has to do with the thread but why was bro normal for one second then turned into this i mean im not complaining hes still hot and ill claim him as my bpd son regardless

anyways yes this was the thread have fun with this interpretation slash analysis however u like 👍

#hxh #hunter x hunter #illumi #illumi zoldyck #my post #my analysis #hxh analysis #hunter x hunter analysis #character analysis #bpd

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1. Will you Add bethroned rewrite n art n stuff to pinned post when

2. Elio n arches hands magnetic attached, how did he screw it off and how did his floppy white soul-thing hide in the section where its magnetic attached but they're not touching

(Sorry for bad explanation, anyway nakkie elio nakkie elio. Soul thingy be like one of those floppy dudes outside car yards)

This is great you're hreat 👍

eventually!!

Im changing their designs so that only their heads float for story reasons- I went back & changed the hand float detail in my manuscript doc :D

This is what it looks like!!

The blueprint expands to fit the shell!

#ask #bethroned project

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Hey, how are you doing? Firstly, i'll understand if you choose not to answer this ask since the subject is controversial and kinda heavy

We currently have at least two pedos in the story, like, actual pedos (the guy obsessed with Liliana and the creepy butler that i forgot the name) and then tappei's writing in some things is just... weird?

I get that subaru and beatrice are supposed to have a sibling relationship, but it just weirds me out

And he keeps adding loli characters with questionable designs too

What is your opinion on this? Its something i manage to ignore, but it still weird me out a little

hi anon!! :o thanks for asking how im doing pfft im doing pretty well - though i am a college student and its This Time of Year (end of semester) so im hanging in here lmao 👍

also ok as for the topic at hand!! yeah no i 100% hate it. ive been thinking about rezeros flaws lately because the further you get into watching/reading rezero the Clearer it gets. its mostly fine at say, arc 1, but by the time you get to arc 5 or arc 8 its like. What the hell. This again?? so yeah its 100% understandable to be weirded out and uncomfortable by it because tappeis writing is frankly Gross sometimes.

(okay also yes this ask has minor or major arc 5+ spoilers yes and also. You know. detailed discussion regarding rezero sexualizing children.)

yeah so tappei writes problematic things into rezero regarding both women and children especially, and while theres exceptions its like. very Prevalent in rezero. i talked about it a bit in my last ask if youd like to check that out!! but yeah like. i hate how children are treated in rezero. its very Problematic a lot of the time.

tappeis writing follows very similar patterns regarding treatment of children and women that you see in a Lot of other anime/manga/japanese media - and media in general, really, but im sure most anime watchers / manga readers will know what im talking about because its unfortunately That common. we're all seen this. like fan service shots, lolis and shotas, etc etc. but rezero is a little more insidious i think, just because tappei is capable of writing good characters regardless of age or gender. and theres Less of stuff like fan service - or at least rezero is a little less obvious about it or its just seen less in rezero, but thats also because media in general is so in your face about it and Unfortunately Common so rezero looks like a tiny bit of paradise in the middle of a barren desert.

i mean look at the amount of people who've thought rezero was a harem anime until they watched rezero - rezero seems like an outlier but thats only because its just a tiny bit less gratuitous and it still has a lot of good writing. and also because i am pretty sure the bar for media like this - especially media in rezeros genre (isekai) is Extremely Low. like depressingly low. and despite rezero being a deconstruction of isekai, rezero also contradicts its own damn messages sometimes about treating others like the People they are, respecting others Personhood, treating women well, etc. and its easy to see that the moment you look at some of otsuka's artwork and designs for rezero or if you look at all the rezero merch mainly based around the girls and Sexualizing the girls and its like. my god this is a little depressing to look at. rezero is just a tiny step in the right direction away from say, misogynist shounen/seinen media thats also weird about kids or something, but then rezero trips and falls on its own face after taking several right moves.

the problem is that these problematic aspects are still there, theyre still clear to see if youre paying attention, and often character arcs start well but then fall flat despite the good foundation. and then the problematic aspects hammer the already Poor/Inconsistent Writing into the ground which it makes it Even Worse.

like louis is a great character. shes fascinating, really. and then you hit arc 7 and she regresses immediately into the mind of a toddler so we only get to see her amnesiabaru/Suffering From Rbd arc in arc 6, her confrontation with subaru, and then BAM its arc 7 time and now she is an entirely different person????? i remember raging the further i got into arc 7/8 and realizing she hasnt gotten any development, she just changed instantly. it just feels lazy to me!! unless tappei proves me wrong and writes her developing but right now louis has spent two goddamn arcs being subaru and rems loli prop/daughter prop/a plot device to use in battle, basically. okay sorry i got passionate there but i SWEAR it gets on my nerves a bit. the louis/spica conflict now would feel so much more thrilling if she didnt have her weird half assed arc 7 development.

like if i was really in the fantasy world, of course i wouldnt vote to kill spica, shes innocent now. she doesnt know shit about her crimes, shes a whole other person now. she didnt do those things. she is an innocent child. i did a poll on this a while back actually haah and yeah a lot of rz tumblr, including myself, voted to let her live for this reason!! but also like. narratively speaking. i do not care about spica at all. shes a blank slate, shes just there to move the plot, she is taking up space in the plot right now and she does not need to be here forever. i 1000% want her dead hah. yeah shes this cute little kid now, but again, she got zero development. why should i care about her?? all the interesting things about her in arc 6, all the potential that couldve happened out of her gradually going from her arc 6 self to someone who genuinely cares about rem and subaru is gone. If we actually saw this change, personally id care more about spica and be invested in her character but as it stands im really Not. and i think if we saw her actually Develop a lot of us readers would be more invested to see this conflict out - not only because our Favs are fighting over it, but also because we’d actually care about spica. Like. im not sure how many people actually care about louis past arc 6, but yeah thats just my personal thoughts on it.

And also the Other big flaw with louis’s character is tappei once again being creepy regarding kids and. Okay im gonna show an excerpt from the arc 6 WN (iirc ch60 to be exact?) and yeah fair warning because it is once again sexualizing a child (louis). But also im putting it here in case anyone wants to see some vivid proof of rezero being weird about kids. Im not sure if this was cut from the LN version or not but the fact that it exists At All makes me want to put tappei on a watchlist.

And okay i know you might be thinking about how louis represents the sin of gluttony anyway and gluttony includes sexual or romantic desire too and how having louis, who looks like a child, say this makes it even more Offputting - like. Yeah. but is it Necessary? because making louis, WHO LOOKS LIKE A CHILD, say all this and then use descriptors like “expressed a bewitching smile unsuited to her age” - is this Actually necessary? You have to be careful writing this sort of thing, because a child/character who looks like a child saying things like this due to being, you know, Mentally Unwell, is different from Emphasizing What Theyre Saying By Sexualizing Them via the narration and descriptions. And why is the sexologist line there?? its just frankly uncomfortable, to an unnecessary extent, i think. I just dont think we need all this emphasis on louis’s body, louis’s apparent “arousal”, or how her smile is “unsuited to her age” (this is the narrative once again sexualizing a child), and plot-related sex/sexual content in rezero is kept to a minimum anyway so you could also literally just have louis be weird about “loving subaru” without the sexual aspect. Because she literally just said that she was aroused by him. she looks like shes twelve at most and then in the arc immediately after this one she regresses back to having the mentality of a toddler!!! and then shes subaru’s daughter there.

And again, i know that the whole point of this scene is to be off-putting and disturbing and wrong in all sorts of ways (and also subaru tries to kill louis a page later so like.) but i think if youre going to keep the appetite=sexual desire detail (which IS a good point about gluttonys nature, on its own), then this scene absolutely needed to be handled better than what we got when the character saying this is a child. you can write a child sexualizing herself because shes frankly Unwell or Doesnt Know Better, because this is fiction and you can write sensitive topics like this with proper care, but if you, the author, are sexualizing this child, then that is a Whole Other Thing.

or you can entirely dodge this whole debate over whether or not this is actually okay to write by making louis look older. but tappei went with this route once again in a sea of rezeros various child characters despite the fact that tappei then decides to link sexual desire to the sin of gluttony, which is a sin occupied in rezero by three children. I know ley has a very traumatic backstory, and the specific details are escaping me but iirc he was likely a slave or something along those lines, with implications that hes been abused by adults, so you could delicately handle what kind of abuse he Couldve unfortunately had to go through, and also of course roy and louis are clearly not okay in the head either, but. Once again. Children in rezero Not Being Sexualized in some way is a rarity. Unfortunately.

you see this pop up again and again and again. petra? Yeah iirc theres a side story where shes weird about subarus underwear. Correct me if im wrong on that but also i would not be surprised if that was a real side story. Unfortunately. Also theres Uncomfortable lines regarding petras chest.

according to rezero wiki, schult is… well iirc al makes creepy comments about schult being a shota (and of course this isnt really called out in canon), and theres also these two details about schult:

also regarding sin archbishops who look very young, capella represents lust and yet she also looks like a child. i know the point of her design is to make her a bit grotesque, but you can get that point across without making her look fifteen years old at most. this is the sin of lust too. and shes already called “Mama” in canon—she doesnt need to look that young!!**

also side note about pandora. she also looks like a child, which—its okay with her, except for the frankly lazy outfit design imo?? why is she wearing a bedsheet??**

** another edit: its easy to see capella and pandora as women also, but again, tappei and otsuka In General keep mixing up short/young women and Children and it should be easy to tell if pandora and capella are children or young women or not. but i dont feel that its clear enough given tappei and otsuka’s Track Record.

and typhons design with the see through skirt is so creepy and disturbing that im Really glad the anime fixes it most of the time. heres the fixed version:

but also the anime Really doesnt fix it as much as it probably should, because her dress is Still see-through in some shots. you can even see a bit in this shot—we dont need to see her lower body area like That!! this skirt doesnt need to be see-through!! and the bar was already in hell anyway because otsuka makes typhon’s skirt Really see-through.

theres also this photo of typhons design and its Way better without that see-through skirt.

granted, there is some good child character designs—felt’s arc 1 design frankly sucks though purely because of the way her outfit is handled. like its Really bad. it takes only like one look to see that. but her arc 5 design is a Huge Improvement:

characters like meili, schult, child subaru, etc have good designs too, but you know, this doesnt change the Creepiness regarding children, because this also applies to subaru and Some Lines about him in arc 8 iirc. if i find them again ill talk about it another time (or if someone else finds it feel free to add on to this post?) but yeah just. urgh.

regarding felt again, theres a scene in a felt camp side story where she wakes up naked in bed, post arc 1, after reinhard kidnaps her to his mansion. and yeah, the whole point of the scene is to show reinhard is kind of dense and bad at reading social cues because hes still trying to talk to her very civilly while shes covering herself with the bedsheets and she Literally just got kidnapped by him, but, say it with me, she doesnt need to be naked. she couldve woken up in bed in her usual clothes and the point still wouldve come across!! WHY is she naked??? shes fourteen.

and also like capella, liliana looks like a child. and of course theres kiritaka, as anon said, whos obsessed with liliana, and then theres clind, the creepy butler. and of course tappei has “deniability” because lilianas not Really a child (she STILL looks like one), and clinds not Really a pedophile, he just likes youthful souls!! (this is literally disgusting.) and clind may have interesting lore or whatever about how hes kind of involved with the sin archbishop of melancholy but i just dont give a shit about him when hes a pedophile that tappei keeps excusing.

also mimi? mimi is a Special Case.

the thing with mimi and her brothers is that its implied in the kararagi girl and cats eye side stories that kittypersons (??) are fully grown by age 1. theyre rescued from dying on the streets but they insist theyre “fully grown” (at age 2-3). they havent changed physically at all. and they dont change physically at all later, because now in the Present Day they all look Exactly the same as they did when they were 1, 2, 3 years old. did they grow mentally???? theyre like 14-15 in the main route. and then you look at aganau route from the lost in memories mobile game which takes place around twenty (??) years after arc 3, and mimi is a grown woman and she looks exactly the same as she did when she was 14 or 2 years old. and then this makes her romance with garfiel a little weird because hes a normal fourteen year old??? but mimis been fully grown all this time??? what??

this is mimi. yeah, she and her brothers look EXACTLY this age their WHOLE LIVES.

and meili? yeah shes definitely one of the better child characters, though she does have an Extremely Traumatic backstory and has had a habit of copying elsa. this on its own is fine and understandable. elsa was her only support and shes a child, of course shes gonna copy elsa. though iirc she also copies elsa’s “flirtatious” aspects, which is honestly also understandable given elsa is a Questionable Influence, but this detail about meili’s character gets worse when you think about it in the context of all the other child characters—

why is it that all the children tappei (and otsuka) keep sexualizing are in the same age range? theyre about 9 or 10 to 14. louis stops being sexualized when she reverts to being a toddler and becomes subarus daughter. felt stops being sexualized when she turns 15 in arc 5. emilia is the main love interest to subaru and shes apparently “mentally 14”?? and shes tappeis favorite character too? but also mimis case is so weird because shes been “fully grown” since the tender age of ONE YEARS OLD?? well also i sure hope im wrong on this point but given the amount of child characters that fall in this age range and also how Often theyre all sexualized and also the majority of them are Young Girls—yeah its. its not a great look.

(and again a side note about meili again—tappei uses similar descriptors that he used for louis: that its “inappropriate for her age” and that she’ll “attract many men in the future”. tappei stfu. please.)

subaru’s lolimancer title is kind of funny. maybe. until you remember rezero being creepy about kids. and also like—i dont like the idea of tying a word like “loli” to the literal main character of the story anyway skdnd. theres just Connotations to it.**

**EDIT: i was told that “loli” is apparently a fan translation thing, while in japanese its “little girl user”, but in an inoffensive way (like Jojo’s “stand user”). make of that what you will!! (not great that the fan translation makes rezeros already poor treatment of kids Even Worse.)

and also—was subaru, al, medium, etc turning into children really necessary?

like in subarus case, its so he can have more ego, more confidence, more recklessness while being nerfed a bit and being mistaken as the emperor’s son—but at the same time, this just feels like a watered down version of the amnesiabaru arc to me where he has more ego, more confidence, more recklessness, and hes nerfed, but then he learns to love himself more. it just feels too similar to the amnesiabaru arc imo. him turning into a child feels very unnecessary imo and it doesnt look great when you remember tappei and otsuka’s fixation on children. literally arc 8 would be exactly or almost exactly the same if subaru was back to his usual 18/19-year old self. but he has to keep being a kid right now because Plot, apparently. then again if anyone disagrees with me on this feel free to explain your stance!! but yeah as of rn i just want subaru to be back to his usual age.

also tappeis weird about young priscilla/prisca and lamia but i havent read the ex novels about them yet so i cannot go in depth 👍 but just know you get nice lovely lines (sarcasm) like “flirty way she caresses her own thighs”. great!!! thanks tappei for fanservicing underage teenage girls once again!!

and again, treatment of child characters / characters who look younger than they are in rezero—this is so so creepy also as someone who does in fact look younger than my age. and im also Very Short (4’11) too. so like. thanks tappei and otsuka!! i feel very comfortable right now 👍

and women are often infantilized in rezero which you can. Easily connect to the pedophilia, yeah. theres also age gap romances in general, and i mentioned emilia already (yeah. emisuba is an age gap romance.), but theres also ram and roswaal, frederica and clind, anastasia iirc gets described Weirdly sometimes because shes a short flat-chested woman, and recently theres been madeline and balleroy having a small moment (that feels. Romance coded. iirc.) in an arc 8 chapter.

they look like this by the way:

thanks tappei and otsuka once again for the creepy writing and designs that actively work against all the good parts of the damn story 👍

on a lighter note, i think beatrice in general + beatrice and subarus relationship is one of the better parts of rezero—iirc theres nothing creepy about it, and beatrice and subaru are very easy to read as a sister and brother relationship. theyve helped each other out in many ways, and theyve grown Very close by the time we see them in arc 5!! you could. Technically see their relationship as a father-daughter one too, but i dislike that take—not for bad reasons, but just because i feel like it doesnt fit them.

the thing with beatrice though is that shes simultaneously A Child but shes also like. 400 years old. so i do wish the narrative balanced that more post-arc 4–not in a creepy way of course. god no. but in the sense that shes mature in a lot of ways!! shes familiar with death and suffering!! shes intimately known Isolation!! that sort of thing. shes the one whos closest to subaru because of how he helped her in arc 4 (“choose me”), and also because she knows about his self-harm and heals his injuries. shes someone who can deeply understand subaru in a lot of ways in this sense, at least. the way they support each other feels more like a sibling bond to me and not a Parent-Child one just because youre not Really supposed to be leaning this much on your child for support. theres a power dynamic to a Parent-Child relationship, and beatrice and subaru are Equals.

plus echidna gaslight gatekeep girlbossed both of them, so theyre also siblings in that sense hah…

but yeah correct me if im wrong on that though regarding beatrice and subaru and im missing something?? but yeah as far as i remember and as far as i can tell, i think theyre actually one of the least creepy parts of rezero hah :,)

and then because this sort of thing is Unfortunately so common in media like rezero, we’re kind of conditioned to try and ignore it so we can keep reading or watching because its Everywhere. i still enjoy some of rezero, but its hard to ignore All Of This. and i think its important not to turn your brain off to it and recognize whats Wrong here, yeah. (unless it makes you so uncomfortable that you have to stop looking at rezero, which is very understandable.)

but yep. thats rezero for you.

#rezero #re:zero #ask #tw pedophila mention #tldr rezeros treatment of kids is Horrible and i hate it 😔#like so many of these characters would be so good without the problematic aspects!!#you can write sensitive topics like this but you cannot be Supporting them as you do that!!

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popfizzles · 1 year

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polyam person here! dw abt the flag. the pi one is great and its the one most people use! theres a few "new" ones that get tossed around bc some people think the og colors are ugly or whatever. but the og isnt problematic or anything . ur all good keep up the swag

Oh yeah for sure!👍 peace and love on planet earth

To keep things light hearted here is a sketch I made of a Fizzy dance!!!

#Fizzles #blogsona #fizzles draws #fizzles animates #gif

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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Hey! Loved your stories! So, I wanted to make a request. A Bucky fanfic. Where he loves the reader's boobs. Kinda obsessed. Likes to play with it. Burry his head under the t-shirt and sleep. You can make it a fluff or smut, your choice!

P.s. Really don't wanna burden you with this request. If you don't vibe with the idea or don't have time to write it. It's totally okay. Continue writing what you want. You are doing a great job at it 👍👍👍

The Comfort You Bring

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warnings: not canon compliant, fluff, smut p in v, nipple play (fluff and smut), boobs alot to do with boobs, bucky seeking physical contact for comfort, he just loves your boobs, as he should. "boobs are great and comforting and hot but soft and i just want to grab them." - Bucky Barnes. (he has said this at some point)

A.N: hi lovely nonnie, thank you!! honestly this was so sweet and smutty to write and honestly that lil look in bucky's eyes is just *swoons*. also not a burden at all!!! please never think that way!!

Main Masterlist || frostironfudge's funfair masterlist

Neither of the two of you know when it started but it just came an obvious part of your routine. The first time you can remember is when you were laying on Bucky’s chest a book in your hand.

Attempting to read the book together, till Bucky deemed himself distracted and resorted to let his hands wander around your frame.

A small laugh escaped you as his hands shifted under your well his shirt, tracing soft patterns over your stomach and sides slowly inching upwards.

“No bra?” He murmurs, you nod still looking into your book, what was the paragraph you were on?

His thumbs trace along your breasts, creating an outline. Then circles drawn along your areola, your breathing shifts and so do you, his movements are soft but they don’t fail to have heat pooling in your stomach. Your fingers tighten around your book.

Bucky’s fingertips keep tracing over your breasts, then gently he takes one nipple between his thumb and index finger— rolling and tugging, you shift into him.

A whimper escaping your lips and the book dropped to the floor. Bucky chuckles, as you turn to straddle him.

“Eager?” He quirks a brow, helping you take the shirt off. His hands grab your breasts again, squeezing the flesh, his tongue circles your right nipple while his fingers roll the other.

You grind down against him, fingers running through his hair, tugging every so slightly when he switches between his mouth and fingers on either nipple.

“Need you inside me, Bucky.” You plead, its followed by the sounds of your panties ripping.

“Bucky.” You pull back to glare he gives you a cheeky grin, lowering his own sweatpants and he has you slide down on his cock.

He moans against your nipple as you clench around him. His lips move over the flesh, tongue darting out, lips sucking onto your skin. Marking you claiming you.

The coil tightens at his movements, your slow grinding onto his cock has you trembling he hasn’t touched your aching clit.

“So fucking gorgeous, fuck just look at these.” He murmurs, burying his head between them, his fingers continue to tug and twist at your nipples, you cry out, clenching around him harder.

“Fuck, can feel you all around me. Close aren’t you baby? Look at you, going to make a mess of my cock with just being touched. Fuck—,” His eyes widen, your head thrown back and your pussy squeezing him so fucking hard.

“So full, so good, Bucky—,” You babble, needy.

You moan his name and he can feel you gush around him trembling. The sight is so fucking hot and Bucky almost feels he himself might— all trains off thought fly out the window as in your haze you start moving, bouncing your tits moving and he takes one in his mouth again, one hand on your hip, setting your pace.

“Gonna cum for me again baby? Gonna milk my cock?” He whispers, groaning, he shifts, thrusting harsh into you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, more.” You plead.

Bucky swirls his tongue around your nipple then the other, vibranium fingers circling your clit now.

You arch above him, thighs trembling as you fall apart, his thrusts get deeper then hips stutter as he cums inside of you, pressing kisses onto your chest as it rises and falls with each breath.

Bucky returned one day from a mission, too tired out of his mind and a pout on his lips. Sex was usually on the agenda to feel you to sort of ground himself. Today however you weren’t in the mood. You just wanted him close.

He needed you as well, respecting your choice he settled into your arms head resting against your chest.

Your heart beats and the rise and fall of your breathing synchronised with his own. He feels himself grow sleepy. Nuzzling further he feels your boob against his nose.

Your fingers are running through his hair, coaxing comfort and his stressors to release his body.

“Can I touch you?” He questions, “Don’t want to fuck just want to feel them, please?” His eyes are pleading, lips house a small pout.

“Yeah, you can, baby.” You murmur, the beaming sleepy smile on his face makes your heart warm.

Pushing your shirt up he marvel at your breasts, tongue running over his lips before he nuzzles into them. You giggle as his scruff tickles, your fingers return to run through his hair.

He presses kisses, seeking comfort in the warm. You turn slightly so he can rest better. Bucky finds comfort, falling asleep in your hold. A small whine whenever you’d try to shift or move.

You didn't have the heart to wake him, so you slept with him nuzzled against your boobs, the lines on his forehead not present and a calmness you’d seldom seen even during him sleeping at night.

The movie was good, funny and sort of maybe slow. You didn’t mind but Bucky was huffing like a small toddler who was bored.

You roll your eyes at him, he sticks his tongue out in retaliation.

“Immature.” You comment.

“You’re the one who knows what I want and a movie and laying in my lap is not what I want.” He whines again.

“You’re one minute away from stomping your foot.” You giggle as he pouts, crossing his arms and scoffing.

You begin shifting to lay down, opening your arms and instantly he lunges at you, a smile on his face face nuzzled into your boobs.

“Gonna eat you out after this.” He promises, shifting down and then his head gone under your shirt. He hums happily noticing the lack of bra.

He’d torn enough of them for you to get the message.

“That is if you don’t fall asleep.” You tease, “Bucky!” You push at him when he bites your nipple in retaliation.

“Was one time.” He huffs, pressing a kiss to your nipple in apology.

“Four to Six—Oh!” He bites the other nipple still offended.

“I’ll move.” You warn lightly smacking the back of his head.

He only kisses your boob in apology, sighing contently.

“Just so comfy.” He murmurs, you run your hand over his back that is not hidden under your shirt.

“Like pillows, soft and taste so good.” He kitten licks at your under boob area. Your hips shift legs tightening around him.

He smirks against your skin, “How is the movie?” He begins to suckle at your sternum.

What? Movie?

Your eyes flicker to the screen plot already forgotten. Then down to him through the neck of your shirt. Brown hair visible as he gives slow languid licks and scatters love bites.

“I—,”

“Let me take care of you.” He whispers.

“First you get your rest, baby.” You press a kiss to his head.

“Sure you won’t gimmie shit for falling asleep?” He teases,

“I won’t, go on take a nap.” You chortle, as he settles in comfortably, grabbing one as though its a stuffie.

“I love you.” He says, already hints of tiredness in his voice.

“Is that for me or the boobs?” You giggle, he huffs.

“All three of you.” He answers, you laugh again.

“My pussy feels left out.” You want to laugh as he moves from under the shirt to give you an exasperated look.

He slides further down the couch, eye level with your cunt.

“I love you.”

He comes up to kiss you, “I love you.”

He returns under the shirt, kiss both your boobs, resting comfortably, “I love you, I love you.”

You giggle, heartwarming at his sweetness, encircling your arms you let him nap as you try to find the plot and storyline of the movie but end up falling asleep as well, with Bucky content in your arms.

Bonus:

Bucky texts you this image after a few days:

permanent tags: @stevesmewmew @pandaxnienke

also tagging @elle14-blog1 because she was excited for this one

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suniverseastro · 2 years

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ASTROLOGY OBSERVATION #3

-🤩😘 🎥Libra Placement ( esc Jupiter position) is very interested in art forms: cinema, singing, poetry,...

- 💋👣👁Venus- Pluto corner of Trine will have at least one person who really cares and loves them. They also attract loyal relationships because they themselves don't like being betrayed

- 👩‍✈️🤤🌞The Plutos are very understanding and easily recognize envy, the dark spot of life, so they can sometimes look a bit alone in the world but are very cool. Pluto's communication style tends to be "jumpy" and profound, so it can be a bit confusing for some people.

-🙁 People who have Neptune Scorpio don't feel scared by the gore scene in the movie

- 👍Gemini is very good at avoiding things that annoy them both, making them both feel awkward in social situations.

- 🥹 Women with prominent Lilith are often hated by men when they try to give opinions or actions to protect women's rights, of course Lilith also has its negative points but really for me when I read about Lilith's legend about why she left Adam, really sympathize with that and also feel that women have the strength to protect other women is amazing 🫶

-😈 Man Sun Scorpio/Cancer just need to add 1 Virgo position in Moon/Mars/Venus can have nasty thoughts with the person they secretly like a lot and continuously. even others can feel @@

- 🥰😊With Chiron 5th, you may have encountered situations in your childhood that prevented your creativity, self-expression,... making you feel unbelievably confident in yourself, afraid to express your great creativity. her own when she grows up, but trust me, that child will still be there, still wanting to see the energy bursting, being comfortable, and confident in being who she is and expressing herself. Let's connect with that baby👼

- 🤣 Leo/5th and Scorpio/8th energies in Sun/Moon/Mecury/Venus/Mars/MC/Node can range from writing children's stories to horror genres

- 🍀🐚🌻🪺The 8th Moon can cause them to encounter and experience toxic feminine energy from others as children

And that can be a very painful memory. The 8th House Moon tends to keep their emotions secret, sometimes causing blockages, fear, and defenses when they don't share those feelings. Advice: write down all your feelings and meet with psychologists, mental heath groups for help, don't be afraid to share and people from other countries will be very suitable to understand and empathize with you if you have this position

-😔🤱👱‍♀️👩👧 Moon Conjunct NNode really makes them affected and receive negative reactions such as: anger, little attention and care, feminine energy and way of life from their mother into their liv, btw both still love each other. What they need to do is to examine their mother's actions with an open mind and find a way to separate the feelings between them and their mother. When they have children, they may inadvertently apply that to their children (sometimes).

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mrs-monaghan · 11 months

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https://youtu.be/IgAeCjSa0DU

Shaz, they went to home and fucked hard this day 🌚🌚🌚🌚

Look at my ever pretty Minie.. he was so beautiful that day 😍 and he's trying to take away his gaze from that man.

Look at JK, he looked damn hot and handsome that day. He looks like he'll lose that single ounce of control in his body any second. His sexual energy was so high that even Lizkookers used that clip of him with their girlie. (Funny thing is no one knows this Jkk clip but both Fandoms know that one cursed lizkook edit 😭)

And mimi casually landing on his lap 👍

Another analysis yeei!

Anon the way I ran when I saw the F word 😂😂

I hate my mind 🤦🏽‍♀️

Anyway, actually anon i don't think this was one of those steamy nights.. I think it was the complete opposite where they went to bed a bit sad actually 😔 and had one of those pillow talks about how sometimes they hate being in the closet and what not. About how they always have to tone down Jikookery when other members can do what they want.

Okay, okay, okay. What I'm I talking about? Let's rewind.

First we have Jimin staring at JK, right?

But what everyone misses is how Jimin rolls his eyes after. You can actually see it clearly on anon's zoomed in version here. Timestamp 0.21

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So I don't think that stare was about Jimin admiring his extremely gorgeous man like many people think. Even though we can't forget how good JK looked damn 🔥

That is one gorgeous man right there. I bet Mimi didn't know what hit him. Oh! I interrupt this programme to bring up this edit of JK and how hard puberty hit him in 2014.

That's the same fucking year y'all. Jimin slept one night thinking JK was cute and adorable, seeing him as his baby brother. And then one day he woke up and was like 👁👃🏽👁 JK's glow up is no joke. I'm sure Jimin didn't know what to do when his platonic affection took a turn. Ha haa! Poor Mimi really didn't know what hit him 🤭🤭

Back to analysis.

Here we have Jimin scratching and that's when he notices how close JK's hand is.

Which is when he decides to nudge him. Hard to tell if JK feels that, because he doesn't react. But Jimin was real subtle and I'm impressed Jikookers caught this.

So what do we have here?

Okay so word on the street is that Jimin and JK had been talked to before these interviews and told to watch themselves. Tbf its not just Jikook who are supposed to calm down when members are in the US. They're all supposed to 'behave'. They know in the West people will interprete their skinship for gayness so they're usually pretty tame especially during interviews. On stage though it's a whole different story 😂😂

Anyway, JK wasn't happy about this. Which is a bit confusing since this clearly isn't new. So idk why he felt some type of way about this particular time. U can tell by how he was during this interview. If we are being honest JK is usually much more chipper and loud and happier than this during English interviews. There were many moments where RM, V and Jimin were yelling randomly and we all know usually JK is part of the random shouting. But this time he wasn't feeling it. He didn't even talk that much.

If this rumor/theory is to be believed, then it would explain why JK was down and also why Jimin rolled his eyes at him, no? Like "this brat" Or maybe he was rolling his eyes at the situation?

Idk but I do think this was to make JK feel better.

RM and V were not impressed by that at all. Which again, I believe is because they had been told not to Jikook at all and here goes Jimin doing that 👆🏽 Also it totally wasn't necessary 😂🤭

But can we really blame him? Jimin saw his man was upset and didn't give a shit so he took his shot.

We already know Jimin placates JK alot. Or gives into his wishes to make him happy. If Jimin is doing something JK doesn't like, we have seen JK nudge Jimin or look at him some type of way or stared at him until Jimin stopped what he was doing. Jimin is a great boyfriend y'all. 🤗🤗

So Jimin randomly lying on JK's lap, couple that with that one subtle nudge where he tried to touch JK... I think this theory makes sense. I know some Jikookers think they were fighting, and JK was trying to reach out, but I think JK just really wanted to touch Jimin. I don't think they were fighting at all. Jikook as a couple were fine. It's just that the closet can be a bit suffocating sometimes.

Anyway, to summarize: Jikook were told not to well...Jikook. JK was not happy. (He never is) Jimin dropped on his lap to make him feel better. The end.

As usual, draw your own conclusions 😘

#jikook analysis #ask shaz #bts ask #jikook #jimin and jungkook #bts #jimin #park jimin #kookmin #minkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jikook theory #jikook theories

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 years

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can I request for top! reader x bottom! wally west? reader joins young justice team and wally just sorta develops a crush on him

Wally West x male reader

Headcanons

Reader is kryptonian cuz I think its hot 😐 👍

So, there will be some of my hcs for kryptonians in this.

This ended up a lot longer than I had planned, so I hope yall enjoy lmao.

Nsfw under the cut

- When you joined the justice league, you only really did it because you thought you had no other choice.

- As someone with non-human like powers, you felt as if it was your responsibility to assist where you could. As a spider wearing hero once said, with great power, comes great responsibility.

- Seeing as you were kryptonian, you felt as if you had even less of a choice. So, in the beginning you didn’t actually get along that well with anyone. It was especially tense because, unlike Conner, you weren’t a clone and were a full blooded kryptonian.

- This meant you weren’t only stronger than Conner, but faster, more bulletproof, had higher senses, and possessed traits he didn’t. Like an almost creepy level of flexibility if you trained it for a bit.

- So, because of this, it caused quite some tension between the entire team. Those that were on Conners side, those on yours, and those in the middle just trying to mediate.

- One of those trying to mediate was Wally, who didn’t really see why there was such feelings between Conner and yourself, and just wanted the team to get along.

- As time passed, you and Conner started to work over your differences with the help of the rest of the team, and whilst you weren’t super close, you could work together.

- Now that everyone could get along and trust eachother, Wally and you started to grow closer. It started out as friendship, until it started to become something more.

- You felt drawn to the speedster, but never quite acted on it because you didn’t know how he would react and didn’t want to destroy what friendship you did have.

- Wally was even more of a mess, the teen always going as red as his hair when the two of you were sent on missions together, or how his heart would beat like crazy when it was just the two of you.

- Wally would attempt to flirt with you, but you just laughed and brushed it off, assuming it was just him trying to be funny. Seeing as Wally would flirt with multiple people, you could only expect it to be just that, even if his heart would beat faster when it was directed towards you than when it was at anyone else.

- As you grow older and the team changes with time, you leave the team but still work with them when they need it.

- You and Wally still see eachother, and the warm pull still persisted, the feelings maturing as you age and going from small crush, to a deep need as you become an adult. With the help of the Jor-el ai, you figure out that most kryptonians are drawn to the one their body and mind have deemed their perfect other half, and that you will feel a deep need to be near them and with them, and as you become an adult it turns into lust and want.

- Because the pull and want keeps growing every time your around Wally, you start to distance yourself from him, not wanting to do something you think you will regret.

- On Wally’s end, his crush on you have just grown bigger and bigger, it has even reached the point where he dreams of you at night and will wake up aching at the thought of you.

- When you start avoiding him, he gets scared, thinking maybe he did something wrong. He fears maybe you’ve finally realized how he gets flustered around you, or how he looks a little too long in the shared showers after missions.

- The speedster ends up running around asking others if they know why you’re avoiding him. When young justice doesn’t know, Wally grows desperate and ends up asking the league, leading him to Superman.

- Wally grows frustrated as Clark seems to find the situation quite humorous. Clark finally hints at maybe Wally should ask you instead of everyone else, as it would be rude for Clark to explain it.

- Whoever assigns missions must take pity on Wally as he pairs the two of you together on the next mission. Its even placed at a time that when you get back to base, it’ll be just you two, late at night.

- During the entire mission you barely spoke to Wally, your heart clenching when the speedster started to sound desperate for you to reply, but you had convinced yourself this is what you needed to do.

- It happened after the both of you had showered, and were in the locker room drying off. Wally couldn’t help but glance at your well sculpted body as you had your back towards him.

- What he didn’t know was that you were fighting the almost unbearable pull in your chest and abdomen, that had only been growing more and more ever since you had acknowledged its existence.

- Wally tried to talk to you again, and grew more frustrated as you just gave him one word answers. You couldn’t help but tear up as the feeling of rejection swirled in his chest, so he flickered over behind you using his speed, and grabbed your bicep, trying to force you around.

- You let him turn you, and flinched internally at the heartbroken expression on Wally’s face.

- “If… if I did something wrong, just tell me, okay? I don’t like you ignoring my very existence. If its because of how I feel about you, how… how I’m so stupidly in love it blinds me, just tell me and I’ll stop. Just please, don’t ignore me” Wally said, voice wobbly and tears gathering in his eyes.

- You almost zoned out as Wally told you of his feelings. Unnoticed to you and Wally, your pupils grew, and you took a shaky breath as the feeling that had been inside you for many years seemed to explode and take over all your senses.

- Wally was still talking, running a hand through his damp hair as he tried to apologize but still get an answer out of you.

- He was cut off when you lurched forward, grabbing the back of his neck with one hand, and his chin with the other, as you slammed your lips onto his.

- Wally jolted in surprise, eyes wide open in shock as he stared at your closed ones. He only snapped about of his stupor when you nipped at his bottom lip, the redhead’s hands scrambling up to grab at your shoulders, the speedster giving a small noise at just how hot you were too the touch.

- Wally chalked it up to kryptonian biology, as you flipped your positions, forcing Wally up against the locker and made quick work of working your tongue into his mouth.

- Wally moaned quite loudly as your tongue brushed against his, your taste flooding his senses as you let go of his chin to reach down and run your palm up and down his torso, your fingers brushing the top of the towel he had wrapped around his hips.

- Wally couldn’t do much more than moan and whimper as you pressed closer and closer, your chest plastering against his, your hips meeting. The both of you let out noises as your crotches brushed against each other, Wally cursing softly to himself at your size, which was bigger than he had imagined.

- The wet sound of your mouths and the pants and moans caused by the touching filled the locker room. At some point, with all your moving, the towel around your hips loosened, and fell to the floor with a soft noise.

- Wally broke apart and dared to glance down, moaning out loud as your length stood proudly at attention, giving a soft twitch every now and then.

- He looked back up at you and swallowed audibly. Wally leaned in and kissed you again, throwing his arms around your shoulders.

- You huffed, reaching down to rip off the towel the speedster was wearing, throwing it across the room somewhere.

- You reached down to grab his thighs, lifting Wally until he wrapped them around your hips. In this position you could rub your length over the cleft of his ass, the both of you moaning at the feelings.

- Wally broke your kiss, leaning back as he panted loudly. “We… we don’t have any lube” he said after swallowing the spit in his mouth.

- You pecked him once more on the mouth before placing him down, turning to go through your back on the bench. Earlier that day the pull in your body had made you bring a bottle of lube. You hadn’t planned on actually taking it with you, but it was like the pull didn’t let you leave the house without it.

- Lube secured, you went back to Wally. Before he could make a funny comment about you coming prepared, you leaned down and picked him up by the hips with one hand, causing him to lock his legs around your hips again.

- You leant him up against the lockers again, supporting his weight with your hips so you could lube up your fingers and cock, before throwing the lube off to the side again.

- You started kissing Wally again, who was quick to respond, threading his fingers through your hair and grinding against your abdomen.

- Reaching behind him, you inserted a lubed up finger slowly, working it inside the man, who groaned approvingly at sudden intrusion.

- It wasn’t long before Wally whimpered for you to add another one, moving to bury his face in your shoulder as you stretched him open.

- This process repeated until you had four fingers inside him, stretching them open every now and then to make it easier for you to fit inside him.

- Wally seemed to finally have enough with waiting, as he bit your shoulder and told you to just get inside him already, and that he could take it. His bite didn’t leave a mark, but you felt it.

- Groaning softly, you pulled your fingers free from his heat, and rubbed what little lube was on them onto your already slick cock, before moving the hand to grab his hip again.

- “You ready?” you mutter against his neck, receiving an almost desperate nod and whimpers.

- The both of you seem to hold your breath as you press the big head of your cock against his hole, and slowly press it inside. Wally lets out a choked noise as you keep pressing inside, scratching at your back even though his nails dont leave any marks.

- When you are finally sheathed all the way inside, Wally seems to finally breath, taking in big lungfuls of air. You stand still, not just to let Wally adjust, but to stop yourself from releasing right then and there at the tight heat that is Wally.

- When Wally finally tells you to move, you start slowly. Dragging your hips slowly backwards before pushing back in, the speedster moaning at the stretch and feeling of you filling him.

- He finally moves at you to move faster, and you do, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room along with the pants and moans from the both of you.

- Wally throws his head back against the locker, gripping at your shoulders and moaning loudly. You couldn’t help but stare at him, the feeling inside of you seeming to fill your entire body all the way from the bottom of your toes to the top of your head.

- You can feel your abdomen warm and tingle, the feeling crawling up your spine, causing you to lean into Wally and start sucking hickeys on his neck as your hips start moving faster.

- Wally almost wails as you start to thrust harder and faster into him, the man trying to grab at your back and shoulders to find balance, but his grip slips as you strike his prostate head on.

- Wally moans louder and louder as you keep hitting his prostate, the man leaning his head back even further to give you more room to suck and bite at as he grabs at your hair.

- When Wally feels his completion approaching more and more, he starts whimpering and letting out words, like how he loves you and has for years, how he’s gonna cum, and how he wants you to fill him up.

- His last comments seem to trigger something feral in your brain, as you moan out loud against his skin, shutting your eyes tight as you can feel your end coming near.

- You mutter against his neck, telling him to cum, telling him how you’ve always felt about him and how you’ll be there from now on.

- Wally lets out a punched-out cry as he cums, white splattering against your chest and even striking your neck. Wally feels tears gather in his eyes as he finishes, the feeling going through his entire body.

- He throws his arms around your shoulders as you finish inside of him, you groaning loudly against his neck, slowing down your thrusts, until you press in close and hold still, not wanting any of your seed to leak out of him.

- The feeling in your body seems to have calmed down and dulled, though its still there and feeling drawn to Wally, but it feels more at peace now, like you and Wally are where your meant to be.

- After you have both caught your breath, you lean back to look at the redhead. He looks like a mess, hair ruffled, teary eyed and with drool running down his chin.

- You chuckle, leaning in to kiss him softly, to which he responds.

- “This mean we´re a thing?” Wally asks as you pull apart, to which you smirk and tell him of course, you’ve wanted him for years and you weren’t gonna let go.

- He smiles, kissing you on the nose before leaning back, letting you support his weight by the hips.

- He makes a comment about how you both need to go shower again, since you were both dirty again. You roll your eyes in a good-mannered way and step back from the lockers, keeping Wally in your arms and with you still inside him as you make your way towards the shower, shooting him a smirk as he moans softly at the feeling of you being jostled around inside him.

- Lets say the two of you did more than just clean up in the showers.

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