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[ahgasegotarmy116]

The Art of Etiquette Part 9 | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: Your call with Jesse is dramatic on his part to say the least but looks like there's a new guy in town and he's got his sights set on you. Pairing: f!reader x Etiquette instructor Jungkook Word Count: 2.2k~ Warnings: Explicit and suggestive language but barely lmao a/n: Sorry this one is a little shorter guys but I figured this was a good stopping point so I hope you enjoy it 🥰 p.s. barely edited as always lol Start from the beginning

"Hello?" I say, my voice ridden with exhaustion since I was woken up out of a sound sleep from my phone ringing on full blast. 

"Hello? That's all you have to say to me? Girl I've been texting you since last night and you never responded" Jesse scolds through the phone and when I look at my messages I have over 50 from him alone. 

"I'm sorry Jess I was busy with Jungkook all day yesterday and I just ended up taking a shower and going to sleep. I guess I forgot to tell you how it went" I apologize, rubbing the sleep from my eye. "Tell me everything I don't care if you're all over the place I just need to live vicariously though you" he says, his excitement palpable even though the phone.

"Well we went to the modiste and found my dress an-" "No no I don't care about the boring stuff. Tell me about what happened between you and Jungkook. Did you guys share glances? Did he touch you? Did he hold your hand? You know the juicy stuff. Well, I guess as juicy as you could get with an etiquette teacher" he spouts off, trying to keep me on track.

"I thought you said you wanted to live vicariously through me? So I was taking you through my day step by step" I say, smiling at his impatience. "I meant the good stuff" he groans and I laugh at his playful frustration before having mercy on him and telling him everything.

"I found out that we like the same music and like similar foods and that he really is a nice guy. Under all of that commanding and strict nature he truly is a great guy" I admit, morning thoughts now full of him giving me a fuzzy feeling in my chest.

"You're falling for him aren't you?" Jesse asks, amused once he hears how I've changed my toon so quickly from one day to the next. "I wouldn't say I'm falling for him but there are some, stirrings" I say, confused and still half asleep, not being able to fully express my emotions properly. 

"Stirrings?" Jesse laughs, knowing what I'm meaning to say without actually having to say it but still pushing me to say more "Yes stirrings and let's leave it at that for now" I say, sitting up and stretching before getting out of bed. 

"Whatever you say" he sings leaving me rolling my eyes as walk to the bathroom and start to pull out the various things I need to get ready. "He also kinda sorta kissed me" I mumble and immediately pull my phone away from my ear, knowing how loud he's going to get about me hiding this from him for so long. 

"HE KISSED YOU? LIKE FOR REAL THIS TIME?" he asks, repeating his reaction from last time but needing to clarify right away since things have been interesting between us to say the least. 

"Well it wasn't full on but it was more than last time" I smirk, knowing that Jesse's way more excited about this than I am. "What's that supposed to mean" he asks quickly, dying to know since this is probably the most important piece of the puzzle he had been waiting for.

"Well I walked him out to his car after he dropped me off to say goodbye, and well he..." "Y/n I swear if you don't just spit it out I'm going to come over there and strangle it out of you" he growls and I laugh, always loving the feeling of torturing him. 

"Alright alright. So when I walked him out he said goodnight to me but when he said it, he said it against my lips. Like he brushed his lips against mine and just left me there and drove off like nothing happened" I say and the silence on the other side of the phone worries me. 

"Jesse?" I ask and then I hear what sounds like him punching his pillow or something. "Jesse are you alright?" I laugh and soon he takes in a deep breath and yell out "HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE LIVING MY DREAM?!?!?!" and I bust out laughing while he scolds me on the other end of the phone. 

"What are you doing?!?!?! You're literally wasting precious time that you could be using to let him fuck your brains out all because he just likes playing games with you. He wants you so bad so just go for it! If not for your own sake then for mine" he whines and I just continue to laugh, trying not to take him seriously because if I do I don't know if I'll be able to act like I don't want him too. 

"When's the ball?" Jesse asks after I had been tuning him out for a second or two. "Next Saturday" I answer and he hums, thinking about if he can squeeze me in for something or other. "Why?" I ask, his silence peaking my interest. 

"Well I wanted to see if you'd let me come and help you get ready for the ball? You know, hair, makeup, nails the whole nine yards" he says and I groan thinking about all of that stuff thrown together in one day. 

"My guess is that my mom is gonna either have someone come over to get me ready or that she'll send me to some sort of shop. If you want you could come with? Maybe get a manicure to while we're at it?" I offer and I can just tell how excited he is about it already.

"Yes yes a thousand times yes! I swear every time I've asked you to do anything that is remotely girly you've always said no so there's no way I'm passing up on this one!" he says and I can't help but smile. "Well I'm glad that I'll have someone by my side to help me endure this torture" I groan and he brushes me off, my claims sounding absolutely ridiculous to him. 

"Anyways I've gotta get ready for class so I'll see you then alright?" I say, checking the clock, thankfully seeing that I have more than enough time to do so. "Alright well hurry up so we can grab some coffee or something beforehand because I'm exhausted" I scoff at his words, since he was the one that woke me up two hours before my alarm was supposed to go off. 

"Why the hell would you be tired? You're the one that woke me up!" and he scoffs right back at me. "I was getting impatient alright! And rightfully so! How could you not tell me he kissed you?" he whines and I know this is my cue to wrap up the call. 

"He didn't kiss me alright. If he does you'll be the first to know, I promise. Unless someone sees of course" I say and he sighs dramatically, impatient with how slowly this whole thing is playing out. 

"Yeah yeah whatever, I'll see you soon. Should I just grab you something and meet you at our table?" he asks and I hum before responding. "Please and thank you" I say, dragging out the last word and soon end the call.

Classes go off without a hitch with Jesse bugging me every other second about Jungkook so I guess it was a pretty normal day to say the least. "Tell me if anything happens at your lessons today alright? No more late updates! I'm honestly still mad at you" he groans before picking up his stuff to go. 

"Yeah yeah whatever. See you later loser" I say, rolling my eyes and he rolls his right back at me even more dramatically. "Bye bitch" he says over his shoulder, giving me one last wave before walking to his last class while I make my way to mine. 

Walking into class I'm greeted by the murmurings of almost all the girls in class all aimed at one guy in particular that I'd never seen before. Granted I don't really pay attention to anyone in this class besides the professor anyways but seeing that there's a big enough reaction, my interest can't help but be peaked. 

As I make my way over to my usual spot in the lecture hall I begin to notice that he's sat right across the aisle from me.

I try to keep to myself and quietly go to my seat and pray he doesn't notice me because the last thing I need is a some guy trying to distract me in class. 

Don't get me wrong I'm not saying that I don't like helping people but, no actually I guess I really don't like helping people now that I think about it. That's besides the point though. All I need to worry about is getting through this lecture and getting out of here so I can make it to my lessons on time with Jungkook. 

As the professor finally makes his way into the classroom and starts to set up I hear someone trying to get my attention. 

"Psst" I hear and know exactly who it is, making me cringe but deciding to acknowledge him nonetheless. I look up at him and realize why those girls had been whispering about him since he, putting it as plainly as I can, is a very attractive human being. 

"What?" I respond and he grants me a smile that would make any other girl swoon, I however am not that girl. 

"Do you have a pencil I could borrow?" he asks, giving me the lamest excuse in the book to get a girl's attention. I summon all the strength I have in my body to resist rolling my eyes and decide to just reach into my bag and grab him one, hoping to be done with this conversation as soon as possible so I can focus on the lecture. 

I hand him the pencil and feel him purposefully brush his hand against mine and I pull my hand back, making him drop it and gaining the attention of the professor. 

"Is there a problem Mr. Foster?" the professor says to the freeloader next to me. "No sir, no problem at all" he says smoothly, trying to charm is way out of the scolding. "See that there isn't" the professor says, raising an eyebrow at him while the boy apologizes making the lecture resume after that. 

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"Hey" the guy calls out after me as I make my way out of the classroom. I stop and look at him, only planning on giving him seconds to say his piece before leaving, knowing that I'll get an earful from Jungkook if I'm late again. I raise a brow at him as he smiles down at me and doesn't make moves to say anything first. 

"Can I help you?" I say, finally breaking the ice and wanting to get to the point. "Actually you already did. I just wanted to give you your pencil back" he says holding it out to me with a bright smile. "Keep it" I say and turn my back to go and unfortunately he follow after me.

"What's your name?" he asks after squeezing through the students in the halls so he can walk next to me. "None of your business" I grumble and try to walk faster but he follows all the same. 

"That's a curious name" he chuckles, refusing to take the hint to the fact that I don't want to talk to him. "Can't you just leave me alone?" I question, stopping in my tracks, trying my hand at this method rather than just trying to outrun him which seems futile at this point based off of how long his legs are compared to mine. 

"I just wanted to thank my savior since I would've fallen even further behind in class if I wasn't able to take any notes today" he says and I cross my arms, knowing for a fact that half the time he was just looking at me since I could feel his eyes on me every time he looked my way.

"The best way to thank me is to leave me alone. I've got things to do and I don't have time to waste on you Foster" I say, using his last name since that's all I know so far. "It's Daniel" he chuckles at my effort to push him off (figuratively of course, thankfully he has manners enough to maintain personal space).

"I prefer Foster" I say sarcastically and he laughs as if I've said the funniest thing in the world. "Foster it is then" he agrees and I groan, walking off to my car and luckily this time he doesn't follow me, watching me from where we had been standing until I'm out of his sight. 

'Just when I thought my day was going well I've some how created a tail. Why me? Why not all the other girls in class that were obviously fawning all over him?' I shake my head and open my car door, slumping down into it and take a deep breath before putting on my seatbelt and putting my keys in the ignition. 

Hopefully I'll be able to get rid of this sour mood by the time I see Jungkook because otherwise our lessons aren't gonna be the prettiest today and we don't have time for anything but pretty. Time is running out and I need to remain focused if I want to do this and do it right. 

I want to leave a good impression on everyone for James' sake, but more than anything I want to make Jungkook proud of me...   

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[ham1lton]

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pairings: oscar piastri x uni student!reader.

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summary: lando knows oscar is hiding something from him. he attempts to go on the hunt but unbeknownst to him, the truth is an open secret. he’s dating you, the incredibly smart, talented child prodigy.

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[freedomfireflies]

Not sure if you take requests so if not please ignore this xo

Bestfriend’s brother trope.

You’re at your best friends house and playing a game either like never have I ever, two truths one lie or would you rather and the topic of kinks come up since Harry’s room is wall you’re leaning on he can hear everything amd hears your kinks and can’t keep it to himself.

You either hear him grunting through the wall or a little ‘meetup’ in the kitchen or his room???

I changed it up just a smidge, but I hope it can still do your idea justice!! 😭 Thank you so much for the idea 🥹💞

“No…seriously?”

“Yeah…why? Is that…weird?”

“No, no…I just…honestly, I wouldn’t have expected it from you.”

“Really? I feel like a lot of people like it.”

Suzie laughs as she shakes her head. “Honestly, I swear. Remember when we were kids, and we were scared to even talk to other people?”

“Were? I’m still scared,” you snort.

She smirks. “I don’t think you’re that scared if you wanna go to a sex club.”

“Well…I’ve never been,” you sigh as you dig your hand back into the bowl of popcorn. “Dated a guy that used to go a lot. He said it was really important in showing him what he liked.”

“So why didn’t he take you?”

Your eyes roll. “’Cause he said he would get too jealous, and since we were in a relationship, it was inappropriate. I don’t know, I think he liked the idea of me being kinky but didn’t want me to actually be kinky.”

“And that’s why you dumped him,” she declares proudly, and you nod.

“Exactly.”

She nestles back into the pillows against her headboard, eyes on yours as if studying you. “Okay, so…what else?”

Your brow raises. “What else…what?”

“What else are you into?”

You shrug as you lean back as well and bring your knees to your chest. “I don’t know. Just…normal shit, I guess?”

“Like? Listen, we’ve already established I’m vanilla, so you’re gonna need to be more explicit.”

You laugh. “You’re not vanilla, you’re just…you like intimacy.”

“Yeah. Sure,” she deadpans playfully. “Whatever.”

“Okay, well…I don’t know,” you sigh again. “I like it…kind of rough, I guess? Spanking, choking…bondage.”

Her eyes light up like a kid in a candy store, and you grin. “Ooo.”

“Stop,” you groan, waving your hand at her to brush her away. “Honestly, I think if my partner is into it…I’m down to try it. Even if it’s a little…taboo.”

“Yeah? Okay, what’s the weirdest thing you’ve done for someone,” she asks, as if eager to live vicariously through you.

And you don’t mind telling her, so, you take a moment to think. “Uh…huh. Well, this one time…I was seeing this guy that worked at an auto shop, and he…uh, he used jumper cables as nipple clamps.”

“Oh, shit,” she murmurs, lashes fluttering. “Did it…did it hurt?”

“Oh, no. I mean, yes, but…not in a bad way. I’m…kind of a masochist, so…I liked it.”

Her smile returns as she puts a hand over her heart. “Oh, my god. I’m learning so much about you.”

“Stop,” you groan again as you shake your head and look around her room. “It’s not that weird.

“No, it’s not,” she agrees. “My brother’s a masochist. Well…an emotional masochist? I don’t know. All I do know is that when we still lived with our parents…I heard some shit I can never unhear.”

Your nose crinkles sympathetically as you chuckle. “I am…so sorry. May I suggest therapy?”

“Oh, already booked.”

“Thank God.”

“Yeah. Hey, speaking of my brother…I’m so sorry he’s here,” she says with a roll of her eyes. “I told him to get a hotel, but he claimed that ‘my apartment was so much cheaper,’ which is absolutely an insult and exactly why he’s sleeping on the couch tonight.”

“Honestly, it’s fine,” you tell her again. “Really, he can have the guestroom, I’m fine with the couch—”

“No,” she interrupts with a stern look. “His ass belongs on a couch. Your ass deserves a bed. End of.”

“Suze—”

“Nope. I don’t wanna hear it,” she repeats as she leaps from the bed and onto her feet. “I’m gonna go get some water, you want anything?”

“…can I steal some more of your strawberries?”

“Duh.”

You smile as she motions you forward before quickly leading you both out of her room and into the kitchen.

However, the minute you round the corner, she releases a very loud, and perturbed groan.

“Harry,” she nearly snaps when she finds him sitting on her counter, a box of strawberries in his hand. “I told you, those are for my guest.”

His eyes shift to you, a smug smile curling around his bright pink lips. “…oh, yeah. Oops?”

She grumbles under her breath and makes her way for the refrigerator before ripping the door open to retrieve a water bottle. “God, you’re a pain in my ass,” she calls to him before turning to you. “Sorry—again—about him. He’s going to share.”

“I am?” he asks.

“Yes,” she hisses, shooting a glare his way. “Or I will call mom.”

“Ooo,” he teases, hand over his heart, feigning fear. “Not mom, anything but mom.”

“God, whatever,” she huffs, slamming the door shut as she heads for the hall, stopping suddenly to glance back at you. “I’m gonna take a shower really quick, and then we can start the movie. Is that okay?”

“Sounds good,” you agree, nodding your understanding as you shoo her forward.

She smiles before sending one last aggravated look her brother’s way (to which he winks) and heads for the bathroom, leaving you two behind.

You turn to him, rather apprehensively as you meet his eye. You’ve known Suzie for years but have hardly ever spoken to Harry.

He’s…nice, you guess. Mostly keeps to himself. But he’ll say hello when he sees you and you’ll return the greeting before you both part ways.

This time, however, you notice the way he studies you. The way a rather curious intrigue makes its way into his expression as he slowly extends the fruit toward you. 

“Strawberry?” he offers.

Gingerly, you reach into the basket and retrieve one. “Thank you.”

“Yeah.” He leans back against the cupboards, continuing to keep his focus on you as you take a bite. “So…how’s the sleepover going?”

There’s a playful lilt to his voice, so you roll your eyes in return. “It’s going great. How’s the couch?”

“Stiff,” he reports. “She was right, I should’ve gone to a hotel.”

You hum as you take another bite before gesturing toward the hall. “Honestly, you can have the guestroom, I really don’t care.”

“Nah, it’s fine,” he declines as he places the strawberries onto the counter beside his thigh. “She was also right about you deserving the bed.”

You smile gratefully before the kitchen settles into a comfortable silence.

However, that smile slowly begins to slip as you start to piece a few things together. “…wait, how did you know she said I deserved it?”

Those vibrant red lips of his pull back into yet another devious smirk as he swipes his knuckles across his mouth. “Walls in here are kind of thin. Sound travels.”

Oh…

You nod, fingers absentmindedly beginning to twirl the stem of your fruit around and around. “And, uh…is that…I mean, how much…traveled?”

He props one knee up, foot landing on the marble as he leans forward. “Oh, you know…not…a lot.”

Oh no. “And how much is not a lot?”

“Not…a lot,” he repeats with a laugh. “Just…something about jumper cables as nipple clamps?”

“Oh, god,” you groan, palm coming up to smack against your forehead. “That’s…I am so sorry, that’s…shit.”

“Why…are you sorry?”

“’Cause, that’s…I’m sure you didn’t wanna hear that.”

“I mean, I wasn’t trying to hear it. Not on purpose, anyway.” He shrugs. “But honestly? It sounded kind of hot.”

You shoot a tedious look his way. “…come on, really?”

“Really.” Another shrug. “What? Shit like that is hot. S’even hotter when the girl is really into it, too.”

You exhale an amused snort as you move to toss the rest of the stem away. “Gee, well, thanks so much for your approval.”

“Anytime,” he declares proudly, matching your sarcasm. “And, for what it’s worth…the guy who wouldn’t take you to a sex club sounds like a fucking ass.”

You whirl back around, cheeks flushing. “Seriously? That, too?”

His palms instantly fly into the air as if surrendering. “It wasn’t on purpose, I swear. You just talk…very loud.”

“God,” you groan again, arms crossing as your head drops back. “Okay, we can be done. This is a very strange conversation, and we can be done with it now.”

“Fine, fine,” he agrees, arms lowering as he watches you head for the hall. “But…if you ever need someone to take you…”

You come to a halt about halfway through the doorframe before slowly glancing over your shoulder. “Excuse me?”

“Well…I know a few places,” he says casually while hopping off the counter. “Could take you to one if you want.”

“I’m sorry, and why would I want you to take me to a sex club?”

“’Cause going alone for your first time can be a little intimating,” he explains, matter-of-factly. “Especially if you aren’t too sure what to do. S’just better to go with someone you trust.”

“Oh, and that person would be you, would it?”

“It could be.”

“Who says I trust you?”

“Who says you should?”

Your eyes narrow. “You just said I should.”

“No, I said it’s better to go with someone you trust, and it could be me,” he reiterates. “I never said you should trust me.”

You watch him carefully as he begins to take a step toward you.

“Think you know better than to trust me, anyway,” he murmurs, the side of his mouth dancing up into a smug grin. “Don’t you?”

You feel the catch in your throat as you look up at him.

The charged silence seems to stretch forever as he allows you a moment to understand.

And once he’s satisfied with your unease…he leans back.

“I’m just saying. If you ever need a playmate…you know where to find me,” he finishes, brushing past you to head for the couch.

And you watch him disappear into the living room, heart hammering inside your chest as his premise lingers in the air.

You almost want to laugh at the thought. Or cringe at the notion that you would ever even entertain such an idea.

But for the rest of the night, all through the movie and after you’ve tucked yourself into bed to sleep…the thought stays with you.

It stays, and it festers, and it expands.

Until you’re teetering on the edge between refusal…and acceptance.

And when you wake the next morning, only one thought remains:

What’s the worst that could happen?

I actually stole the scenario of the jumper cables as nipple clamps from one of my other stories, so if you recognize it...consider that to be a wink 😭

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[intermundia]

the kenobi show has given me so much Jedi content and I’m so glad, but also as someone who’s Jewish, it’s made me Incredibly Aware of exactly how many people in the fandom would fall for Nazi rhetoric - like when I see people saying “the Holocaust was bad” but then going “the Jedi deserved their fall” in the next breath, it doesn’t give me a lot of hope that people actually know why the Holocaust was bad, or that they’d be able to see through the propaganda if it occurred today

Absolutely, completely, and totally. The inability of many fans to correctly parse a narrative, to evaluate the credibility of information based on the person delivering it, and instead believing obvious, malicious propaganda because it satisfies their vicarious craving for power, listening and trusting the people wearing literal black cloaks and surrounded by stormtroopers, it is all depressing at best and deeply concerning at worst.

We share a fandom with people who argue with their whole chest that fascism is better than democracy, and that genocide was not only deserved, but also a net benefit for society at large, either ignoring or accepting without problem the blatant, shouted, real world antisemitic parallels. I don’t know if they are projecting their religious trauma from Christian institutions onto the Jedi, and so don’t see the antisemitism of reveling in their genocide, but that’s my most charitable explanation.

It’s so frustrating how they happily share and support Sidious’s version of reality, the view that was put into Anakin’s mouth on Mustafar to show how far he had fallen into evil, not to frame him as being right. They aren’t guided by compassion for innocent people, or maybe even aware of the history of very real atrocities, but it’s no excuse when it’s a sign of being incurious about the experience of others unlike yourself, and unconcerned with their suffering.

Watching Episode 5 and hearing Reva’s story about hiding among the bodies, my first thought when I was watching was about the 33,771 Jews killed at Babi Yar, and the survivor narratives, which included hiding among the dead. I think everyone needs to know about the very real, historical analogies to the things depicted on screen and understand why it is so important for us to agree about who are right and wrong about genocide, even in a fictional form.

I am not Jewish, but it matters to me a great deal to protect Jewish lives and to make sure it never happens again, both specifically to Jewish people and to other vulnerable minorities as well. Our stories should inspire us to be vigilant about the creep of fascism, not inspire us to argue in defense of fascists and enjoy their violence. Yes, it is just Star Wars, yet it is also much more than that. The stakes of all of this are actually indescribably high.

#this topic is complicated beyond one tumblr post #but #i am comfortable saying that people need to fucking look in the mirror and interrogate themselves #sw meta #antisemetism tw

[weiszklee]

@fandomsandfeminism Let's take this to its own post, I like this discussion, but it has gone on a bit of a sidetrack.

fandomsandfeminism you...can't think of any reason why Germany specifically might not be super quick to embrace "traditional heritage" nowadays? And that this might not be a universal experience? Could there be a reason why you don't see that specifically in Germany that might not hold true in another country? weiszklee Of course, but I don't think the lesson of WW2 was "Germans can't be trusted with nationalism." For me at least, it's "nationalism itself is suspect." fandomsandfeminism Have you considered that not everyone would equate feeling a strong connection to their cultural heritage with nationalism? weiszklee Well that's kinda what I am asking. What other reason could there be besides nationalism? fandomsandfeminism there are many reasons that a person might feel connected to their culture and heritage that aren't specifically tied to nationalism. Like, this is a very US American perspective from me, but consider like... someone who is Cherokee or Tejano or African American. If they felt a strong connection to their culture and heritage, would you assume that was nationalism on their part? this might be a great time to remember that your experiences are not universal. weiszklee Well, indigenous cultures holding on to their heritage is kind of a reaction to the forces that try to suppress these cultures, no? So while I am still wary of this, because obviously yes it is nationalism, I can sorta understand it. Gotta hang tight to the things nobody can take from you and stuff. I don't see how this applies to Greece. I am aware that my experiences are not universal. That's why I explained my experiences, to make them legible from the outside. fandomsandfeminism I'm...not sure we are using the term nationalism the same way if you think that indigenous people in America having cultural pride is nationalism. like, again, this is a very American perspective. But like...to me, strong connection to cultural heritage tends to be a very minority and immigrant expression, and if anything tends to stand in opposition of American Nationalism (which would have you identify as *American* first and foremost). and with that in mind, this kind of connection to the cultural heritage of classical Greece has its own context as well. Applying your (very valid) experience as a German outside of the context of Germany...doesn't always work. Different cultures with different histories create different contexts for that kind of thing.

Firstly, I resent the insinuation that I only reject nationalism because I'm German. Nationalism is actually quite common here still, even in the mainstream, which I find quite worrying. I reject nationalism because I'm a) a humanist and b) a socialist. And I think nationalism a) stands in the way of the people of the world realizing their commonalities and working together for the good of all, and b) tries to paper over very real intra-national class differences. Living vicariously through one's nation's greats is a poor substitute for material liberation and emancipation.

I think these two aspects make for a good summary of my understanding of nationalism in general: Emphasizing (or rather constructing) firstly differences with other nations and secondly cohesion within the nation, whether the nation is defined legalistically, pragmatically, racially, culturally or however.

In a way, nationalism can also denote the status quo, of course. Our world is divided up into nation-states, and we just accept that this makes sense, that it makes a difference on which side of a drawn line someone is born. In this wider sense, all national liberation movements are nationalistic, too, but I would really only find that concerning if they try to establish themselves through nationalism in the stricter sense of emphasizing inside cohesion and outside differences.

With all that in mind, I can repeat the claim which you originally took issue with: Besides historical curiosity and neopagan reconstructionism, the only other reason I can see for being very invested in traditional (and even ancient) heritage is nationalism.

If you think there are other reasons, I would be interested to hear them. But your examples so far do look like nationalism to me (even though, again, they don't seem super threatening at the moment, because there is not much power behind them, and they mostly exist as a reaction to attempts of suppression, so it's reasonable to assume that with material liberation, the need for being so invested in "cultural heritage" would wither away over a few generations). Membership in the groups you mention is predefined, typically by being born into them, and the "cultural heritage" works to a) reinforce outside differences and b) emphasize inside cohesion even across class lines. So even though it doesn't seem particularly threatening at the moment, and I don't think it makes sense to expend too much energy working against it, I would not support this nationalism. There is no substitute for class struggle.

#mine

[loveundrwrld]

m yan business owner (owns a rage room) x f customer reader

f reader is a hyper independent eldest daughter who pays for the most expensive package m yan offers.

m yan is scared but also intrigued as f reader destroys the heck out of the room and caves in the selected weapon of choice (metallic base ball bat) while california here we go by the garden blares through the speakers

i have this scene in my mind where f reader looks at m yan through the security camera situated in one of the upper corners of the room, bat pointed at the camera, “turn that song up now” and proceeds to smash everything as the music plays loudly that it leaks into the other hired out rooms (idk how rage rooms work i want to go to one).

yes i am living vicariously through this request

ok ty

i love this request! ur valid, it's totally okay to be self-indulgent here.

i really like how detailed your request is- i did look up some stuff about rage rooms, which was interesting!

i'd never heard of them before. they do sound like they can be a little dangerous though, anon, so if you go to one in real life be careful- smashing electronics for instance is not recommended irl, there's a lot of stuff in computers and such that are not meant to be airborne. not trying to rain on your parade though, ofc, just do make sure to proceed with caution 👍

_____

burnt out female reader x rage room owner male yandere

(cw: dysfunctional family dynamic)

you were fed up with everything. exhausted, burnt out to the core. on the palms of your hands there were crescent marks from clenching your fist tightly all day, and your lip felt raw from biting them.

all day you had to do everything- go to your job, listen to your stupid boss's inane requests, drive your younger siblings to soccer or school, and run errands for your aging parents. and what thanks did you get? only a small acknowledgment if any. you were your parent's most "responsible" child, the eldest, so it was expected of you.

you got a job at an early age, and moved out when you were very young. you were hoping that being successful would make you feel better and would make you help you feel better about yourself. make your life feel more full. you tried your best to do everything by yourself, hoping that would make you look like a better daughter in your parents' eyes. and yet, you felt painfully empty. and you knew exactly why.

it was all criticism for you. no praise. even though you were great at your job and highly accomplished, it didn't matter. to your parents, all that mattered was that you could have done better. even though you were no longer living in their house, you could still feel the stress of their eyes on you weighing you down.

you decided that it was about time you have a little stress relief. punching your pillow could only get you so far. and by coincidence, you found an ad for something local that fit your interests- a "rage room." you could get all your anger out easily, and let your real self out. you could forget the mask of the "perfect daughter," if only for a little bit.

you thought for a second and realized that you couldn’t remember the last time you took a day off just for the sake of it. you could just take one vacation day for fun, and then you’d go back to work the next day feeling much better.

and, besides that, you were so busy being a careful, diligent daughter that you barely spent any money on yourself. you had plenty of money stored up, so why not use it?

you decided to just take a chance and do it. you dipped into your ample savings and reserved a room for yourself, and picked the most expensive option- a room reserved just for you, with someone coming in and giving you even more stuff to destroy so you can spend hours smashing as much stuff as you desire. it was the perfect idea.

when you got to the location, you were surprised at how small the place was. it looked a lot bigger on the website... and a lot cleaner, too.

the person that greeted you was a nervous, mousy-eyed teenager. he was wearing coveralls with a little name tag saying “max.” max spoke to you with a small, nervous voice, constantly darting his eyes.

"so, where's the owner? is it you?" you said with a smile, joking, but max only gave you a pained look in response. a sore subject, you guessed. it seemed you weren't the only person here with a terrible boss.

he silently passed you some forms to fill out, which you skim through and sign. it's just a standard liability form, you figured.

once he led you into your room, he handed you a face shield and some heavy-duty gloves, as well as some coveralls to put over what you were wearing. you put them on while he talked about the safety precautions.

you just nodded, your brain turned off. sure, you didn't catch all he said, but it couldn't be that important, right?

"... so, ma’am, make sure you don't get too distracted, or else you could get hurt, okay?" he said, giving you a nervous smile.

"hm. sure. okay. now, max, is there any way i can play some music here?"

---

"stupid parents, stupid fucking job, stupid fucking responsibilities-"

you yelled, smashing into the third television set with wild abandon with your bat. your favorite song was playing on the speakers too, so loudly you could nearly feel the bass through your feet.

this was a great choice! you were already feeling much better. your throat was a bit raw from yelling over the music that was playing over the speakers, and your arms were feeling the burn of swinging over and over again.

your body was pulsing with energy, and you felt absolutely unstoppable. what a great little vacation! who knew being consumed with rage could feel so good!

---

at that moment, unbeknownst to you, someone was watching you from the security room. rhys, the owner of the place, was settled in his security control room, watching around the feeds idly to make sure that everyone was following the rules as expected.

he was half paying attention while he was scrolling on his phone, bored out of his mind, when one feed happened to catch his attention. it was you.

when you first came in, he thought you looked like a typical prim, proper, well-mannered girl. dressed nicely with a tidy appearance, you paid him in advance for a specialty reservation. he thought you were a typical rich girl having fun with her parent's money. nothing too special.

but now, to his surprise… you were smashing everything in sight like there was no tomorrow. you were becoming almost manic in your efforts, forgetting even that someone was in the room with you. glass and metal shards were flying everywhere, and your metal bat was becoming dented as you kept using it with all your might.

a shiver went down him. part of it was fear, of course. he wouldn't want to get on your bad side. but, another part of him was feeling something else as he watched your sweet little face become almost demented as you swung your bat over and over again.

right now, he was beginning to be grateful that he put down cell phone numbers on the forms he made his customers sign. maybe he could give you a little call and ask if you'd like to become a "loyal customer"... or, better yet, he could give you a job offer for a little side hustle…

the door opened, and max came in, interrupting his precious viewing session. he turned to glare at the young employee.

he was always babbling on about the customers, coming in and complaining about them being rude or scary. it was one of the annoying parts of owning your own business- you had to hire other people to help, and with a minimum wage job like this, only squirrelly little teens looking for extra money were applying for the position.

"s-sir, the lady in our specialty room isn't following proper safety precautions, and the music is already way too loud and it's bothering the other customers but she wants it even louder, but when i tried to talk to her she couldn't even hear me-"

rhys waved his hand dismissively, turning his head back around to continue watching the feed of your security camera. his large fingers tapped quickly on his desk, impatiently.

"yeah yeah, so be it. anyways, see that?" he pointed to you swinging the bat on the monitor. "it looks like her bat is almost done, it's so dented it's nearly caved in. you gotta get her a brand new one."

"... s-sir? you want me to go back in there?"

"yeah. what's the big deal? a little broken glass?" he scoffed. "i don't pay you to just sit around."

on the feed, he could see you stopping for a bit, heaving in large breaths. you turned your head, looking around. your eyes widened.

"see, kid? she needs you in there."

you stepped forward to where the security camera was, staring up at it with fiery eyes. your arm came up and pointed towards it.

for a second, he felt like the two of you had a connection. like you knew exactly who was watching you, and was pointing and staring directly at him.

then, your lips moved, mouthing words. you were saying "music... louder..."

he couldn't help but to smile, amused by your antics. you really were something, weren't you?

and now, he realized he didn't want to send max in there. he had a chance to get even closer to you, be around you physically. he didn't want him to be the one doing tasks for you, getting your attention. he wanted all your fiery passionate anger, all for himself.

the fear and excitement just thinking about it ran shivers through his spine, and a coil of heat down his stomach.

"actually, on second thought. i'll be the one to help her out, 'kay?"

#yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere boy

[leelei1980]

Loving Mr.Munson- In the beginning - Part one- Connection

This is a mini series, a Prologue to the Loving Mr. Munson series that I am writing -

This series is based the reader, giving insight into her life and what her life was like dating the infamous Robbie Munson, Eddie's son. It brings us through the first date, the first time meeting Mr. Munson and the reader catching Robbie cheating. This was a request and I hope that you all enjoy it!

🛑 Smut warning- Mature content-18+ -Minors DNI 🛑

Robbie Munson:

Reader:

You couldn't believe it, tonight you were actually going out on a date. It's not like you had never dated before, you had in highschool, you had a boyfriend in highschool. Said boyfriend had however decided that it would probably be better if you amicably broke up before college leaving the door open for the both of you to , how did he put it, 'Explore other options." You were heartbroken, not really feeling the need to explore other options, you would have been perfectly happy in a long distance relationship, calling and catching up in person when possible, he was only going to school an hour away for christ sakes, it was not like he was halfway across the country! But you decided that you were probably better off anyway, that without him on your mind you would be able to concentrate on your work, put all of your focus on learning.

You weren't even interested in being in a relationship, you were fine with being alone, you were a smart, independent girl, you had friends that you hung out with ,but you were also happy just hanging back and reading in your dorm room. You were fine being a homebody, and lived vicariously through your crazy roommate Lisa, she was the complete opposite of you, she was wild and crazy and outgoing and the two of you were instant friends . You had really won the lottery with her, you had heard nightmarish stories of college roommates that were absolute nutcases and felt fortunate that you had been placed with her.

Freshman year flew by, your grades were outstanding, your parents were extremely proud of you and you felt completely in the zone and ready for your Sophomore year. Sure your classes were be a little more difficult but you could handle it, you had no distractions in your life.... until the fateful night that Lisa took you to a party. That was the night you met Robbie Munson.

" You need to get out and live a little! You always stay cooped up in this room, studying and reading, your halfway through your Sophomore year and you haven't even been to a party, you haven't gotten laid-" Your roommate stood before ripping the textbook from your hands." Your going out tonight. There are going to be some super hot guys at this party maybe you can finally hook up-"

You shook your head and grabbed at the book." I don't really care about hooking up Lisa-"

" Well I care! Your practically a Nun!" She tossed the book away. " Don't be such a nerd! Come out with me!"

" I can't, I don't have anything to wear-"

" You can borrow something from me -"

" My ass is way bigger than yours is-"

" Great! Show it off! Your way too pretty to hide yourself away in this room. " She sighed then whined, "Come on!"

You sighed back. " Fine, fine! " You flopped back on your bed dramatically." Find me something to wear "

" Yes!" Lisa shrieked and ran to her closet and started throwing clothes at you.

You let her, as she called it,'Slut you up' a little bit, she did your makeup, your hair and picked out an outfit then you guys were out the door.

The party was mayhem, loud and crowded, definitely not your scene, and shortly after arriving you found yourself wandering out to the porch for some fresh air. That's when you caught a whiff of pot, that is when you met Robbie Munson.

He was gorgeous, he had the kindest eyes you had ever seen and they drew you in. You spent the rest of the night sitting on the front porch talking and laughing like you had known him your whole life. He was funny and oozed charm and charisma, you had never met anyone like Robbie Munson.

" So gorgeous girl," He flashed you a toothy smile. " I felt a connection between the two of us,did you feel a connection?"

You smiled. There was definitely something there between the two of you." I'm feeling a spark for sure."

He smiled again." Good, that's good. " He bit his lip and lightly ran a finger along the back of your hand." I think that we should see where this -" he pointed between the two of you." Goes. Whatta ya say? Want to go out sometime?"

" Yes!" You answered almost too quickly." That would be wonderful."

" Tomorrow? Is that too soon? Do you have any plans?"

" I was just planning on studying but other than that I'm open."

" You're a smart cookie aren't you?How about this Sweetheart, since midterms are right around the corner, and we could both probably use a little review why don't we do a study date? Unless you think that is totally lame-"

" No! Not at all! It would be perfect."

" We could study, I could get us a pizza, beer, we could get to know each other, super casual, super chill."

You sighed. " That sounds amazing."

Robbie smiled and it made your heart melt. "Than it's a date. Wanna study here? Pretty sure my roommates will all be out for the night, it being the weekend and all, we would have the place to ourselves."

"Sounds great." You smiled. You watched as he picked up your hand and brought it to his lips.

" Until tomorrow Cookie."

**********************************************************

You fiddled with the hem of your sweater as you stood on the front porch of Robbie's place waiting for him to answer the door. You were so fucking nervous, it had been forever since you had been on a date, forever since you had kissed someone and sex- you practically considered yourself to be a born again virgin at this point. What if one thing led to another and you ended up having sex tonight? Would you even remember what to do? The thought made your stomach flutter.

You jumped when the door opened and you could only hope that he hadn't seen you.

A large smile spread across his face. "Welcome back Cookie, come on in."

You felt your heart pitter patter at the sweet nickname. You smile." Thanks Robbie."

He guided you into the house,placing a hand on your lower back, and lead you into the dining room where there was pizza and cold beer waiting . "Welcome, make yourself at home."

The two of you studied for a couple of hours, quizzing each other on different subjects, and your stomach did flip flops every time you caught him looking at you over the top of his book . The two of you would try to keep it interesting by asking questions about each other along the way, you found out that Robbie was an only child, that he had been raised solely by his dad, that his mom had abandoned them when he was just a baby, and that he was the first Munson to go to college. He had played a lot of sports in middle school and high school, but didn't consider himself a jock, he did some theater, played the guitar a little bit and had very eclectic music taste.

You were absolutely drawn to him, and there were times when you realized that you were simply staring at him, into his big dark brown puppy dog eyes, at his full lips. He was the prettiest boy you had ever seen.

" I have a question for you Cookie," Robbie smiled and reached across the table taking one of your hands in his and making circles along the back of it with his thumb.

" Sure, fire away Munson ." You were trying to play it cool, but the truth was just the feeling of your hand in his was making your heart flutter.

" Can I kiss you?" His eyes locked with yours.

You blinked. This gorgeous boy wanted to kiss you? You had to make sure you weren't dreaming," You want to kiss me?"

He smiled." I've been wanting to kiss you all goddamned night, from the second you walked in that door."

" Really?"

" Yes really." He ran a finger down the side of your face and leaned forward across the table." So, what do you say?"

You leaned the rest of the way across the table and lightly placed your mouth on his. His lips were soft and warm on yours, pillowy and plush, and when he reached up and held your face gently in his hands, you knew you were a goner. You had forgotten how much you liked kissing, the intimacy of it, and Robbie, he was an amazing kisser. You could kiss this boy all night, and you did. The initial kiss at the table lead to kissing in the hallway, getting pressed up against the door to his bedroom, his lips trailing hot kisses down your neck. He pulled away just long enough to open the door then his mouth was on yours again and he was walking you back towards the bed. You felt the back of your legs hit the mattress and you pulled him down with you. Your heart was pounding in your chest.

Robbie pulled away, his body now hovering over yours."We can stop at anytime Sweetheart, ok?"

You looked up at him and smiled. " I don't want to stop Robbie, please don't stop, it's just that it's been a while-"

He cupped your cheek in his hand and smiled." Don't worry baby, I will take good care of you." And just like that his mouth and his hands were all over you. His touch was gentle and sweet, and you could feel your body trembling as he undressed you, it wasn't because of fear, though you were a little nervous, it was more from anticipation, knowing what was coming next. You certainly weren't a prude but you weren't typically the kind of girl to put out on the first date. But there was something different with Robbie, there was a connection, like you could see this turning into something more. Maybe you were just naive, maybe you were just horny.

And you had to admit it, you missed this. You missed the closeness, the warmness and weight of a male body on top of you. There was something about the hardness of his body complimenting the softness of yours. He took his time, almost painstakingly so, warming you up, making sure that your body was ready for him. You gasped as he entered you, feeling the fullness of him inside you. It had been so long since the last time you had sex that you had almost forgotten how good it felt.

Robbie groaned as he slowly pumped in and out of you, the sound of his voice was music to your ears. It felt so good and you hoped and prayed that for his sake and yours you would be able to climax. It wasn't always something that happened and your previous boyfriend often times he made you feel like you were broken because you didn't cum every time. He also ignored the fact that 90% of the time he fucked into you like a jackrabbit and was done in two minutes, but according to him that didn't have anything to do with it at all.

Robbie was different, he was taking his time with you, maybe it was because it was your first time, maybe not but it was incredible.

You soon felt the dizzying wave of pleasure wash over you and you were greatful for the release, and just moments after Robbie climaxed, spilling his seed into the condom that he wore. He collapsed on top of you and you ran your fingers through his thick curls. He picked up his head and smiled, his beautiful eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Stay with me." He leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss to your dewy forehead and you swore in that moment you knew, that this could potentially turn into something truly special.

As always thank you for reading❤️ I always appreciate comments and re-blogs,you guys are the best🥰

Tag list Lovlies : @tlclick73 @fairymunson @micheledawn1975 @elegantkoalapaper @goth-cowgirl-03 @bmunson86 @retrorage86 @hideoutside @veemoon @emmyshortcake @erinekc @babyloutattoo89 @amberolivia666 @eddiesxangel @liminalpebble @eddiesacousticguitar @munsons-mayhem28 @munsonsmullet @skyline4446 @maskofmirrors @blainetiberiuswinchester @bexreadstoomuch @xxhellfirebunnyxx @candice-1983 @imyourdaninow @harrywavycurly @corkadymu @eddiesguitarskills @mmunson86

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #dilf!eddie munson #eddie munson blurb #older eddie munson #loving mr munson #leeleiwrites

[ninadove]

watching character ai lukadrien create the most heart wrenching debilitatingly angsty love story to ever love story ever

Hey, I can tell there’s no malice behind your ask, but — don’t do that.

I write fanfiction myself, and a lot goes into it:

1. Unreasonable amounts of ✨ Time and Effort ✨

Just the other day, my WIP kept me up until 2 AM, because I wanted it to be neatly polished before even sending it to my beta readers (@paracosmicfawn and @dragongutsixofficial). The first thing I did the following morning was re-read it again, to correct any typos and inconsistencies my tired brain might have missed the night prior.

2. Research and analysis

For a cute little Lukadrien scene I wrote with my ✨ awesome girlfriend ✨ — something that was never even going to be published — I went through a dozen different sources trying to get a better understanding of what meditation actually is and to capture the philosophy behind it accurately. This does not make me special — all authors do it out of dedication and love for their craft, but it’s energy that could be spent doing literally anything else, especially when you consider how horrifyingly lonely the writing process can be (see point 1).

Also, there’s a reason I spend so much time making analysis posts on Silly Little Blorbos who do not exist! It gets my brain running and allows me to sharpen my understanding of the characters, so I can write them properly in my works.

3. A unique perspective on the characters, the source media, and life in general

Which gives all the flavour to my favourite AO3 works out there.

Like, yes, that extract you sent in your follow-up ask is cute, I guess, but it’s also incredibly generic:

When actual living breathing human (or Senti) beings share their work with you, they’re inviting you to a special part of their brain that they’ve decorated with their own experiences, references and visuals — things that they love and passed onto their favourite characters, so they can hopefully reach you. For instance, Character AI would never have had the genius idea to compare Felix’s eyes to an aurora borealis; this could have only sparked from @wackus-bonkus-maximus’ brain. Similarly, my version of Felix will often reference works of art and literature that left a strong impact on me as a child — an impact I’m sure can also be sensed in my approach to storytelling and even in the way I structure sentences and paragraphs.

Which leads me to my final and most important point:

4. EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE™

Because let’s be real — there’s a reason our brains latch onto certain characters, and said reasons aren’t always sunshine and rainbows. I’ve cried more writing about the Senticousins than over the loss of certain people or relationships in my own life. Long before that, I latched onto Clive and gave him everything I felt was missing from my life as a teenager, so I could live vicariously through him. And of course, I always make my characters some flavour of queer, because for a long time this was the only outlet I got for my own feelings and identity.

It takes a lot of vulnerability to put all of this on the Internet for others to read and judge, and it’s very disheartening to see that people would rather ask a machine to spit out some easily digestible but impersonal interactions than give your work a chance.

I can guarantee there are beautiful pieces of fanwork out there that will cater to your tastes and haunt you for years in a way Character AI or Chat GPT never could. And the good news is — if you don’t find anything, it means it’s time to write it yourself!

And of course, I cannot end this post without encouraging everyone to read about the writers’ and actors’ strike currently unfolding in the US.

#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #luka couffaine #lukadrien #felix graham de vanily #senticousins #kagami tsurugi #feligami #professor layton #clive dove #writing #fanfiction #fanfic #writers’ strike #actors’ strike #anon asks #random ramblings

[boomboompowpow]

As a Christian I am reminded daily to not idolize humans (CCs, actors/actresses, etc.) because of situations like this. Always remember, content creators are normal people and can screw up JUST LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE. We should all learn from this to stop putting them on pedestals. I think I am finally beginning to understand why it is not good to rely on CCs for comfort!

I want to reach out and say that when you are going through tough times, maybe instead of trying to find happiness through CCs (a total stranger), try to maybe do something else?

Go outside, talk to someone, read a book, watch a TV show about FICTIONAL CHARACTERS! Do not sit alone in your room living vicariously through someone in a video. We need to remember that we do not know the real versions of them.

Back during covid (like everyone else) I felt alone and like I could only be happy when watching videos and streams. However, now I’m starting to think if I was more productive and did more self care I would not have needed to rely on other people.

I’m not saying you can’t enjoy content, cause you most definitely can! But it’s not healthy to make them the center of your universe while believing they are perfect. It hurts when reality hits but I think this is a good lesson learned for us fans.

Let me reiterate that SA and other forms of violence are not normal and should never be normalized. What I mean is people mess up all the time and we shouldn’t paint strangers in a way that makes them seem perfect. Only to find out that they are just a regular person and can perform horrible actions.

I even see people comparing other CCs and saying “they would never blah blah blah” but the sad truth is THEY CAN! Now I hope they would never do anything bad but stop acting like they are some amazing person for doing the bare minimum. Quit trying to make yourself feel good for supporting a certain creator! I used to be like this but as I have said I now understand better. You should find confidence in yourself and not because you watch someone’s YouTube videos. I mean, if you think about it, all these CCs that are speaking out against Wilbur and George might seem amazing and sweet. HOWEVER, again we do not know their true character and they might just be doing this for brownie points. This includes Dream as well for speaking out against Wilbur. I hope that isn’t true but again WE JUST DO NOT KNOW! So think twice before you praise someone for doing something in that light. It might be performative activism.

I am curious about his stream, and yes I will watch it if he even goes live. I’ll have an open mind but until then support victims/survivors.

#georgenotfound #dreamwastaken #sapnap #wilbur soot #dream team

[lesbiandanhowell]

Sam reacts to: Dan and Phil React to Every Phil is not on fire! #2

I am not ready for this in the slightest but here we go

- Why THAT clip from pinof, they made fun of it the whole time in the first video yet they keep coming back to it.

- I still have a sharpie in my drawer...

- The way they continue the dressing alike theme it is so cute, and Dan asking how Phil still has the same shirt when he literally is wearing the exact same mhmh sure.

- WHY AM I SO AFRAID OF PINOF 4

- "because you're 12" They have always known their audience a little too much, like they know that now we're all adults and gay back then they knew we were all just teens.

- I am sobbing with laughter 3 minutes in AND JUST NOTICED IT IT IS 32 MINUTES LONG.

- STOP DAN YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO CALL ME OUT LIKE THIS. I am the number one person that points out little giggles after cuts this is LITERALLY a personal attack. I have done this for almost every single gamingmas video so sadly this is not a call out for past me but very much attacking me right now.

- THE AMOUNT OF ATTACKS IN THIS. Phil making fun of the nose smudge, like they just are coming for us left and right holy shit

- Tumblr mention, Dan if you don't want to see us be obnoxious about you guys touching then don't come on tumblr, let us be weird in peace.

- LMAO THE SUNDAY TIMES TRAUMA FOR DAN

- I am literally crying 11 minutes in and I am kind of glad they just didn't mention the 2012 trauma because I don't think I could go through talking about it.

- Dan reblogging this video but not any other recent gaming video... He's got priorities and it is calling us tf out, I see how it is.

- PHIL TALKING ABOUT THE BEDSHEETS AND JUST TALKING HIMSELF INTO A HOLE. Like I would have thought he meant Sharpie getting on it but he just fully went there and made it sound sexual.

- They keep making fun of us and then they keep doing the neck touch thing and like HOW ARE WE MEANT TO NOT LOSE OUR MINDS.

- "I think the vibes are better in this one" Yes, 2013 PINOF will always be better because 2012 was traumatic in ways we don't talk about.

- "Oh your tongue action there Dan" PHIL WHAT THE FUCK MAN

- Not them leaving out any kind of reaction to the "you are [special]", it would have been too real.

- Dan with the peach emoji for phils bum what

- THE LIZARD DUET AND THE WAY PHIL LOOKS AT DAN FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOU. Genuinely how do you expect me not to comment on that, I am lonely and single and living vicariously through you being sappy.

- The fuck did Dan say to make Phil laugh and me sob with laughter like it was so funny even tho I have no idea what he said. Dan doing a little squeak when he laughs is adorable, like at the very end.

- Phil I will literally fight you if you keep doing an impression of us going they are touching like fuck you let us have some peace. (I won't actually, we deserve this)

- The way Phil looks ACTUALLY sad when Dan explains that the existential crisis branding was just him suffering in silence, now we know this but back then it just seemed funny :(

- The fact they put themselves on the same level as Doctor Who and Sherlock is insane but so real, like they really were.

- NOT THE CATBOY MENTION AGAIN I LITERALLY ALMOST DROPPED MY FAVOURITE MUG. I wish this was a joke but I had such a visceral reaction I almost pulled my favourite mug off my desk.

- THEY PLAYED POPPY AT 4AM WHAT. They have only learned so much since then have they.

This send me places I didn't know I could experience and Dan saying to expect the next one in the next few weeks scares me that it won't be during Gamingmas anymore.

Check #sam reacts for posts about all videos and see you tomorrow!

#dan and phil #amazingphil #daniel howell #phan #gaymingmas #Dan and Phil React to Every Phil is not on fire! #sam reacts

[pinkandpurple360]

Mammon craves physical intimacy conspiracy anon again.

That cuck line could also be interpreted in a non-sexual way. Complete copium on my end, but it did originally refer to the cuckoo bird that makes other birds raise their children for them. It’s not like Mammon was against Fizz dating, living, or working with Ozzie at all. Fizz even attributes getting Ozzie thanks to Mammon. Given how greedy that silly tick is, if he really wanted Fizz all to himself like that, it would’ve happened. The cuck line could be interpreted instead as Fizz insulting the parent-child relationship they had by comparing it to the parasitic cuckoo bird.

Tbh I can wrap my head around a parent sexualizing their child for profit while not actually wanting them because of child beauty pagents (cought Toddlers and Tiaras). Which ironically Mammon compares his clown contest to.

Yes Mammon is a manipulative abusive little freak. But I really don’t think it’s also in /that/ way. (The personal Fizz bots do not help my case.)

OH MY GOD YOURE RIGHT

He’s literally a child beauty pageant mom he’s a toxic dance mom 😶 I can get behind that. And the fact he sees him as in his image and his own pride and joy, new face, etc, it’s really giving ‘living vicariously through him’ please vivziepop have two male characters keep a toxic pseudo parent child abusive dynamic without any lust I am begging.

Mammon looks like the most huggable mfer I hope Bee gives him a hug and is blissfully unaware of how toxic he is

#helluva boss #mammon #fizzarolli

[writingwhimsey]

Married to The Enemy- Shingen Ch. 8

Chapter 8

I woke up the next day when Saki came in my room, carrying a tray with my breakfast. “Good morning, my lady.” She greeted me brightly. 

“Huh…five more…minutes…” I mumbled sleepily as I rolled over and pulled my covers over me tighter, hiding from the sunlight.

“You had a bit much to drink last night, didn’t you?” Saki asked as she sat the tray down. “I thought that might be the case so I had the cooks make you a special breakfast.”

“Just…a mild headache…” I replied. 

“Well, come on.” Saki said. “This will help. Besides, I know you have a busy day ahead of you. I know Lord Shingen is going to introduce you to the seamstresses today and then aren’t you two supposed to be going out today?”

“Yes…but how do you know that?”

“He already sent word to me.” Saki replied. “He knows I help you get ready so he sent word to make sure I helped you this morning, of course.”

“That makes…sense.” I replied. I grumbled as I slowly sat up and Saki was already making sure to close the shades so that the light wasn’t as harsh. “Thank you.”

Saki smiled. “Of course.”

Once I finished my breakfast and drank some water, I was feeling better. Saki started to help me get ready. “So, what happened last night after you and Lord Shingen left?” She asked me.

My face instantly heated up as I remembered the previous night in the garden. I instantly buried my face in my hands. “Oh no…”

“What?” Saki asked.

“Well…we went out into the garden and…well you know how I get after I have a few drinks…”

“You mean how your walls come down and you get a little sleepy and even cuddly?” Saki asked.

I nodded. “Yes…I kinda maybe used Shingen as a pillow and started telling him things…and then when he walked me to my room…I…I kissed him on the cheek…”

“Oh, it sounds like things are moving along nicely!” Saki chirped.

“I’m so embarrassed…”

“Ava, the man is your husband.” Saki said. “You’re allowed to be cuddly and affectionate with him.”

“I know…but I mean we barely know each other still and…”

“I bet you he liked it.” Saki said, grinning at me. “I bet he thought you were utterly adorable and enjoyed getting some affection from you.”

“I mean…after I kissed his cheek he kissed me on the forehead…” I admitted. “And before that he kissed me on top of the head when we were in here after you and Yukimura left.”

“I knew it.” Saki said grinning. “But like you know…you could totally speed this up a bit. I am living vicariously through you, as you know.”

I laughed. “We’re moving at a pace that’s good for us.”

“I know…but still I wanna hear details soon, though.”

Saki and I giggled and chatted more as she finished helping me get ready. Almost as soon as she finished, Shingen was knocking on my door. “Are you ready, Ava?”

“Yes, come in.” I called.

Shingen slid the door open and greeted me with that charming smile of his. “You look lovely as always.” He greeted me, reaching his hand out for me.

I smiled at him as I placed my hand in his. He brought my hand up to his lips and placed a light kiss on the back, his lips warm and sending tingles through me as they had last night. 

“You two enjoy your day.” Saki said. “I have some things to attend to.”

I waved to Saki as she left and then Shingen and I began to head down the hall. “Did you sleep well?” Shingen asked me.

“Mostly…” I replied, my cheeks heating up.

Shingen chuckled. “You’re adorable.” He said.

My cheeks only flushed further. “You can’t say things like that…especially when we’re about to meet the seamstresses.” 

“Forgive me, my goddess.” Shingen replied.

I somehow managed to calm myself by the time we reached the room the seamstresses were working from. My meeting with them went well and they readily welcomed me into their fold. We agreed that I would start the next day. They already had some projects that I was welcome to help with.

After that, Shingen led me by the hand out into town. I couldn’t help but to smile as I kept glancing at our joined hands. His hand was so large and so warm around mine. “Thank you for introducing me to the seamstresses, Shingen.” I said.

“You’re welcome.” Shingen replied. “Anything I can do to see to your happiness, I will.”

“I really do appreciate that.” I said.

“And here is our first stop.” Shingen said, leading me into a tea house. “They have these little sweet rolls that are the most delicious confections.”

I giggled. “You would know about sweets.”

Shingen chuckled as he led me to a table. We sat down across from each other as the proprietress came up to greet us…or rather greet Shingen. She ignored all other customers. “Well, hello Lord Shingen and welcome. It has been a while since you’ve been here.” She greeted. “Your usual?”

“Yes, and make it a double as I want to share with my beautiful wife.” Shingen said, gesturing to me.

The woman’s face fell noticeably. “W-wife…” She was then turning to me as if just now noticing me. “Oh…how…wow….uhm congratulations. I’ll be sure to have that right out for the two of you.” She was then walking away.

“She seemed…uh disappointed.” I couldn’t help myself from commenting.

Shingen gave me a sheepish smile as he took my hand in his. “As I said last night, I do have a past…and I have always been a bit of a flirt. But now it is all only for you.”

I had to admit, the way his gray eyes looked and the words he spoke…they did funny things to my heart. “Well…I think I can live with that…” If I don’t just melt into a puddle on the spot. I added mentally.

Shingen smiled and kissed my hand once again. “My past is in my past.” He assured me.

I smiled. This was a new adventure for both of us. Heck, I had my own past. Just my exes were all 500 years in the future. So my past was in the future.

Our order was soon brought out. The sweet confections looked so delicious. Sweet and sticky. “Dig in and have as much as you like.” Shingen said as he picked up one of the sticky treats for himself.

I followed suit and picked up one for myself. I bit into the delectable treat. It was soft and gooey and delicious. “Mmmm…that is amazing!”

“I knew you would like it.” Shingen said. “It’s one of my personal favorites.”

We sat and enjoyed the treats and tea together, chatting as we did. Of course, by the time I was done, my fingers were rather sticky. I pulled out a handkerchief and was trying to wipe it off, but it wasn’t enough. 

“Here allow me to help.” Shingen said, taking my hand in his. “It is hard to get off.”

I wasn’t sure what Shingen was planning. But he did have these treats often it seemed. So perhaps he had a trick. “You know a trick…”

I was cut off by Shingen taking my fingertip between his lips and gently sucking the sticky sweetness off. I felt an electric jolt sweep through me when Shingen’s tongue brushed against my finger. Heat was beginning to pool somewhere deep inside me from the intimate touch.

I let out some squeaking noise when he repeated this with my other fingers. I think my brain was short circuiting.

Shingen gave me a sheepish grin when he finished. He placed a gentle kiss on my palm. “Ava, are you alright?”

“Y-yeah…I just…wasn’t expecting you…to do that…” I replied, unable to look him in the eye as my face turned bright red. “You…should warn a girl…”

“I apologize. I just couldn’t resist.” Shingen replied, placing an apologetic kiss on the back of my hand…which he had still yet to let go of and I hadn’t taken it from him.

Shingen gave me moments to calm down before we were leaving the shop and he was leading me towards the market place. “We can look at anything that catches your eye.”

“Why don’t you show me around to some of your places?” I suggested.

Shingen smiled. “Alright.”

We walked all over the market place. Shingen showing me around and holding my hand all the while. Once he had showed me some of his favorite places, we were heading towards the section of the market that I am certain, Shingen picked for me.

“Lots of fabrics and textiles.” I murmured, my eyes wide as I took on the variety of fabrics.

“I thought my seamstress wife would enjoy this section of the market.” Shingen replied.

As we walked through town, I couldn’t help but to notice the stares we kept getting…most of them from the women of Echigo. I did my best to brush it off and not pay them any attention. Shingen and I were out here to enjoy ourselves.

We entered one shop and there were a couple of bolts of fabric that I was instantly drawn to. I held them next to each other and ran my hands over their fine quality. “These would make a lovely kimono, with this piece being the main piece and this other one used for the accessories…Oh and these fabrics would be beautiful together too…”

Shingen seemed to be standing beside me, watching me with interest. The merchant came up to us. “Ah, you have chosen some fine pieces there.” He said. “Would you like them?”

“Yes. we’ll take everything my wife has laid out here.” Shingen answered before I could protest.

“Wife? I heard that you were getting married.” The merchant said, looking at Shingen. “Congratulations! It’s about time you settled down, Lord Shingen. And what a beauty you have here too.”

I felt my cheeks heating up at the merchant’s words. I did my best to keep myself calm as I turned to Shingen. “I…I don’t need these…”

“Consider them another wedding present.” Shingen replied, lifting a hand to gently stroke my cheek. “Besides, you looked truly inspired when looking at these. There’s no way I could let you walk away from here without them.”

My brain was an overheating computer as Shingen looked at me. He was being so sweet to me…and his hand…whenever and wherever he touched me tingled in the most pleasant way.

Shingen smiled as he placed a kiss on my forehead before turning back to the merchant. “We’ll be taking these.” He said, handing the merchant the money.

The merchant smiled, but handed him some of the money back. “Consider the discount a wedding gift, my lord and my lady.” He said, wrapping up the fabrics.

Shingen took them in one hand, tucking them under his arm as he used the other to hold my hand. “Are we ready to continue, Ava?” He asked, looking at me.

My face was still so red at this point. “I…I think I;m…ready to head…back to…the castle…”

Shingen chuckled. “Whatever you wish.” He said.

We made our way back to the castle, Shingen insisting on walking me to my room and putting away the fabric for me. I had finally calmed myself down from everything. “Thank you, Shingen.” I told him. “You really didn’t have to.”

“I told you, I love seeing your beautiful smile.” Shingen replied.

“Yeah and apparently seeing me turn into a tomato.” I muttered.

Shingen grinned as he lifted a hand, his fingertips brush across my cheeks. “I do admit, you are adorable when you blush.”

I couldn’t think of anything to say to that. I turned my abashed gaze away, making him chuckle warmly.

“Oh, I just had an idea for another date.” He said, as if remembering something.

I looked up at him. “Hmm?”

“There’s going to be a festival in a couple of weeks. Would you allow me the honor of having you at my side and enjoying the festival together?” Shingen asked.

“Well…that does sound like a fun time.” I replied. “So, yes.”

“I am looking forward to it.” Shingen said, leaning down to kiss my forehead once again.

Gah…I could see myself so easily falling for this man…maybe I already was at least a little.

#ikesen shingen #ikemen sengoku shingen #shingen tkeda #ikesen #ikemen sengoku #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #fanfic #ikemen series #otome boys #fanfiction #cybird #au #ikesen au #arranged marriage

[executables-sims]

Get to know you: Sims Style

Thank you so much for the tag, @goatskickin! :D I am ill rn, so please excuse the rambling. x) Long post ahead!

What’s your favorite Sims death? Maybe fright? I've only ever had it happen once via ghost, the anim is pretty funny. :)

Alpha CC or Maxis Match? My Simblr probably says otherwise, but I don’t have a preference! I’ve had nearly every possible CC style under the sun throughout my years of playing, and I constantly think about reviving my 'semi-realism' folder (living vicariously through you, other simmers!). I didn't play with CC until early 2006 though, so MM is a little bit more nostalgic. :)

Do you cheat your sims weight? Hell no! I'm still in awe of Nysha's townie body diversity mod finally letting townies be fat. :D I wish the game had a better way of managing bodyshapes so I could add more variety that way.

Do you move objects? Of course!

Favorite Mod? Of all time? Impossible! My continued interest in gameplay is always because of new mods. :)

I did gain a new outlook thanks to a mod recently, though! My wild romance sim Blaze Biermann ended up 'mood swinging' to fortune before he went to uni, and instead of reverting, it got stuck.

He had a few flings still (pleasure secondary), but after he returned home and met his daughter (for the first time since her birth), he started cringing whenever I directed him to romance his dates. It felt like he had grown as a person, and I loved it!

TL;DR: Randomly change your sims' original aspiration/s to give them interesting character arcs! First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack? I mean, not my decision, but our first TS1 EP was Hot Date. I'm pretty sure I got TS2 EPs/SPs in order of release (miss those days of unwrapping a new one every birthday/christmas!).

Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing? We're LIVE, baby! 🎥

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? I don't usually get very attached to my first-generation sims, but maybe Evonne Milos, from the gameplay/story hood I accidentally destroyed in four days? Never actually played her, but I had a lot of ideas for a corrupt 'sexpot' politician. x)

Have you made a simself? Lots! 99% of the fun I had playing TS2 as a kid was me and my best friend making ourselves and our respective crushes of the week, and we'd always live in one of those Veronaville lots that was two houses connected by a balcony. I can't even tell you the amount of times she got me pregnant against my wishes whilst I went to the bathroom, lmao.

Which is your favorite EA hair color? For colour consistency, probably brown? But there are a lot of brunettes in Brunwick (must be the name!), so I enjoy the recessives popping up in gameplay. :)

Favorite EA hair? Does an EA download count? Jeanette is lovely.

Favorite life stage? Ohhh dude, that's so difficult to answer. They all bring different challenges and dynamics to the household! I feel like I've started to appreciate the child lifestage more since Brunwick has grown large enough to have multiple friendship groups. It's fun watching them goof around with each other and be actual kids, instead of sitting indoors skilling. I really need to build a park! :)

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

Are you a CC creator? Yes, I really love how this game has led me to so many creative hobbies! Would like to tackle BHAVs one day. :)

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad? Yeah! I consider us all friends over our shared enjoyment of the game really, but as a chronic lurker I'm not the best at cultivating connections. x) Does anyone wanna make a secret club? xD

Do you have any sims merch? No, but I do have a bunch of rad sims memories. 👉😎👉

Do you have a YouTube for sims? Nope, but I watched plenty of sim music videos back in the day! Found a lot of songs that way. :) Some formative memories here: One / Two

How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing? I sadly don't have screenshots of my oldest saves thanks to a combo of no external HD and no screenshot program, but here's one example:

But gameplay-wise, a lot! My early years were probably based around creating stories more than actively playing, but when I did I would just emulate perfect families, attempt legacies, and restart BG hoods over and over. x)

Now I'm all about wants-based gameplay; witnessing and interpreting a story, as opposed to creating one from scratch. But I will add drama if I find my interest waning! x)

Who’s your favorite CC creator? Again, super-duper impossible to answer because everyone's CC makes the game fun, but my most recent CC shopping spree was Honeywell and HugeLunatic! :) 🛒

How long have you had Simblr? Technically 2011, officially 2013, but if we're being pedantic, I finally made a dedicated Simblr (this) in 2016. x)

How do you edit your pictures? These days, just sharpen and shrink! CC previews aren't too complicated either- a blurred out screenshot for the BG and a shadow.

What expansion/gamepack is your favorite? Ooh… maybe Nightlife, by a smidgen? I feel like it gave us a lot of new features and items, and the subhood was nice (as a non-builder at the time!).

Tagging: @daman19942 @aondaneedles @eulaliasims @profesionalpartyguest @tvickiesims @and everyone else, I love reading these! :D

#Tag meme

[silversodas]

after reading all you analysis on alastor and co i have finally found the words for why i love alastor and vox so much in short: because I love pathetic men (in fiction) in long: nothing is more appealing to me than a normal ass guy acting like he is hot shit and living vicariously through the achievements of others he has enabled. that's a very very special flavour of anxiety and insecurity you don't find in your average joe Like yes, Lucifer is really fun to watch, but HOLY SHIT Vox??? and his obsession for PERFECTION when you just KNOW he's the kinda guy who lies awake in bed, realizing he doesn't have a favourite colour. AND ALASTOR HOLY SHIT. In german there is a saying that goes 'den Wald vor [lauter] Bäumen nicht sehen' and it translates to 'not seeing the forest with all the trees (in the way)' This man tries so fucking hard to be the most specialist snowflake. he wants his existence to be acknowledged by EVERYONE. 100% Einschaltquote (viewingquota(?)), he wants to be the best of the best and he wants to be ACKNOWLEDGE as the most relevant and stylish being in all of hell. and he does beat out every single sinner in the aspect of charisma but!! hell that's just not good enough! It gets double funny when you realize that everything alastor does is to be perceived as perfect, making his charisma the means to an end and vox trying so hard to be perceived as someone charismatic (at least i assume so he seems so AKWARD in his honest moments, like, straight up nerd) for which he weaponizes his 'perfect brand' FUCK they're so funny im cackling this is long im sorry lol

I am glad I could help

And omg “he’s the kinda guy who lies awake in bed,realizing he doesn’t have a favorite color” is the funniest thing I have herd about Vox.

#hazbin hotel #vox #alastor

[faegoddessog]

Woman in Red Ch 2/?

Chapter 2: "I really like you..." "But?"

Summary: She's a very successful woman who can't seem to find a partner that can keep up with her. He is just wanting to find someone who likes him for HIM, not his fame. Neither of them are prepared for what hits them when she walks into that coffee shop.

Chapter Warnings: kissing, age gap, drinking, mentions of sex,

A/N: Slow burn and character building in this one! Don't worry, the heat is definitely forthcoming!

Message me or leave in in a comment if you'd like to be added or removed from my tagged list!

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@purejasmine @slowsweetlove @richardslady121 @austinbutlerslovers

Chapter 2: "I really like you..." "But?"

Back at her office, Aya is haphazardly working at her desk when her good friend, partner and work-wife knocks on the frame of the door.

“Hey, did you get my text to bring me a latte?” Dalia says.

“Um..” Aya looks at her phone, ”shit no! So sorry. I will have one delivered for you! I was distracted.”

“Oh and does this distraction have a name?” Dalia sits on the corner of her desk, she has been married to the same guy for years now and loves to live vicariously through Aya’s devil-may-care love life.

“Yes, Austin. He offered to buy my coffee before we even said a word to each other. He is picking me up here at six for dinner,” Aya giggles like a schoolgirl.

“Damn girl! You astound me at how fast you move. Is he handsome, who am I kidding, of course he’s handsome?” Dalia shakes her head.

“Oh it was all his idea, and he said he was shy, but he’s an actor so who knows, he could be faking it. Here’s a picture.” She holds up the contact picture.

“Wait, this is the guy?” Dalia grabs the phone and zooms in. “Holy shit girl, you don’t know who that is? How do you live in LA and now know this man?”

“What! I’ve fallen away from following Hollywood drama. I’ve been busy working and wearing out lesser men!” Aya smiles, “Who is he?”

“Well you are going to have to work really hard to wear this one out. Dude, that is Austin Butler.”

Aya’s eyebrows squish together, “Who?”

“He’s the guy who played Elvis, won a bunch of awards for it, was in Once Upon a Time in Hollywood? Did a bunch of Disney and Nickelodeon shows?” Dalia plugs in his name on her phone.

“NO! It can’t be! He doesn’t look like that guy. Butler has dark hair and didn’t have this amazing jawline… he was…” She stops short as Dalia turns her phone around. “Oh fuck…”

“Yeah Oh fuck…”

—--

Aya had touched up her make-up and hair and nervously checked her phone again. She rarely had her dates pick her up anymore, choosing to meet them out somewhere. It was ten ‘till six. Much to Dalia’s disappointment, Aya had made the decision to not go into a deep internet dive on her date tonight. She decided that she should draw her own conclusions about him this evening, instead of letting internet opinion color her ideas of him. She knew she already liked his vibe, and Dalia swore she would not fawn over him when he got here.

“Hello, I’m looking for Aya? ” she heard a deep voice in the lobby down the hall.

“Oh, is she expecting you?” The receptionist asks.

“Yes Ma’am,” she could hear the smile in his voice.

“One moment please,” the click-clack of heels echo louder and louder down the hall.

“Aya, there is a shockingly handsome and famous man asking after you,” she says softly, waggling her eyebrows, “Shall I show him in?”

“Yes, please,” her voice is nothing but professional, but her face says ‘play it cool!’

As Austin walks through the door and Aya looks up from her feigned ‘work’.

Austin had driven home in a flurry after coffee, had his project meeting via zoom and had cut it short in order to get ready. He had called his favorite little restaurant for reservations. The owner was known to be impeccably discrete when it came to celebrities. He got a table for 7pm.

He had been nervous driving to her office and missed a turn. Luckily he had left early enough he still had to wait in the parking lot for a few minutes. Her text had an address about 7 blocks from the coffee shop and the words ‘16th floor’. When he got into the elevator, he saw that 16 was the top floor, if you didn’t count the extra key’ed button.

Now he is standing in her office lobby. It is bright and clean and the young receptionist treated him like anyone else. The logo printed behind the desk said ‘AyDal Investments’.

He walks into her office behind the receptionist.

There are two overstuffed chairs off to her right set up around a low table in a conversational manner. She is behind a walnut desk in the center of the room with a little plaque that says ‘President’. The entirety of the wall behind her is glass with a view of downtown. To her left is a wall of built in bookcases with books, knick knacks, and what looks to be several awards. The low sun glints off the buildings in the distance. She looks up at him and smiles.

“Hey Austin, you found it!” Her breath catches as she looks him up and down. He stands there smiling, hands in the pockets of his dark blue slacks, the matching double breasted jacket is dressed down with a white ribbed t-shirt. His hair looks a little less unruly, like he had run a brush though it. He looked phenomenal. The idea of pushing his jacket off his shoulders and running her hands under the white shirt pops into her mind.

“I didn’t know you were a big wig,” he teases, nodding at the plaque.

“Yeah, my friend Dalia and I built the company from the ground up.”

“Hey Aya! I’m heading out,” Dalia’s voice floats down the hall.

“Speak of the devil,” Aya says quietly to Austin.

Dalia’s head pops around the corner.

“Hey Dal, this is Austin, Austin, Dalia, my work wife and partner in crime.”

Austin walks over and holds out a hand in greeting. Dalia shakes his hand and the second he turns his back she mouths ‘OH MY GOD’ to Aya.

“Oh!, AyDal, I get it!! Aya and Dalia… clever,” he points to them both, smiling.

Dalia swiftly smiles back at him, covering her excitement.

“Do you want me to lock up on the way out? Everyone else is gone,” Dalia asks waggling her eyebrows behind his back.

“No, I’ll take care of it.”

“Ok bye! I’ll see you on Monday then,” Dalia waves, “Nice to meet you Austin,” she says, giving him a wink.

“Nice to meet you too, Dalia,” he waves then turns to Aya, “We should probably get going too if we are going to make our reservation”

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Four and half hours later, Austin pulls his car into the same spot where he parked when he picked her up earlier. So far, the night had been amazing. The conversation flowed like the bottle of wine she chose from the sommelier’s list. The food was excellent. Aya had never even heard of this little niche restaurant. He was forever grateful that no one recognized him. They flirted back and forth the whole time.

Austin put his hand on his door handle, presumably to jump out and open her door.

“Would you like to come up for a night-cap?” her hand on his arm stops him.

“Sure,” he replies with a smile. He’s been invited into women’s hotel rooms, their flats and apartments for ‘night-caps’ but never an office before, this should be interesting. He opens her door and offers her a hand out of his car.

“What do you drink?,” she walks into her office, and to the right of her desk, behind the chairs. She pushes open a hidden panel, revealing a small, but well stocked bar. A soft automatic light illuminates her in the otherwise darkened room.

“I can make you an old fashioned, a martini, a negroni, a manhattan, a tom collins, whiskey sour, scotch on the rocks?” The light from the bar silhouetting her figure as she turns around to look at him.

“Oh, um… I’ll have whatever you are having,” he says, thinking it’ll taste better when they kiss if they drink the same thing. And he does plan on kissing her.

“Ok, I’m gonna do my favorite, whiskey sour with soda. Please make yourself comfortable.”

She sets to work pouring, peeling, mixes it in the shaker and pours it over ice, adding soda.

He tosses his jacket onto the overstuffed chair and leans against her heavy wooden desk. He watches her confidently pour and shake imagining lifting the hem of her dress to find no panties. Damn she is fine.

She hands him a lowball with bubbling light brown liquid in it, a twist of lemon garnishing the top. She sits, legs crossed, on her desk next to him, letting her shoes fall to the floor.

He sips, unable to stop the image of big black buttons slipping through wide button holes play in his mind.

She sips, mentally wishing his idea of getting comfortable entailed more than just removing his jacket.

They both look out the window at the lights of the city for a few heartbeats, drinking and wondering which of them was going to make the first move.

“Mmm. This is delicious,” his voice rumbles seductively next to her. She takes another pull on her lowball.

He stands and turns, positioning himself in front of her, the light from the bar slicing across his face from the side. She licks the moisture glistening on her upper lip, looking into his eyes. Then his lips are on hers. It’s a gentle kiss; lips slightly parted, the tip of his tongue playing lightly along her lips. She is taken by surprise, though, she thinks immediately, she shouldn’t have been. Her free hand goes to his chest as she inhales. He pulls away with a gentle smack, looking into her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I know we just met but… ,” he says looking down at her hand on his chest.

“Listen, Austin,” she says matter of factly, ”I really like you-”, she leaves the rest of the sentence hanging in the air as she takes a big breath.

Her tone sounds like he is about to be let down and pretty hard. He takes a long drink, not looking into her eyes, not wanting to show his disappointment.

“And I had… no, I AM having a great time tonight,” she says.

“But?” he says after swallowing, his eyes cast down.

She frowns a little, tilts his chin up to look at her.

“No. No ‘but’. I just have to say out loud, that I’ve been wanting to run my hands through your hair and over your naked skin since I first saw you today. I’ve been wanting to kiss you since the coffee shop and undress you since you picked me up. Truthfully, I want to fuck you mindless and only to have you beg and plead for more, Austin.”

“Oh…” his eyes soften to hear that she want him, then they flare at her shameless statement.

“And I feel that before I do all that, I just want to be transparent about a couple things. I don’t want you to think I’m misleading you.”

“Ok.” he says. She has more to be transparent about? It doesn’t matter what she says, he already knows his answer is a resounding yes.

“I know we’ve not really talked about it, but Dalia did tell me who you are, and I realized I had seen you before. But I decided not to google you, because I wanted to make up my own mind about you.”

“I appreciate that, media and the internet can be…. “ he shakes his head.

“I am well aware,” she nods. “The other thing is, I wasn’t joking when I told you I was at least ten years older than you, and I want to know if that’s gonna be an issue for you.”

“Well,” he begins, setting his empty glass down, “the fact that my fame isn’t why you are interested in me is a breath of fresh air, to say the least. I will be honest, up to now, all of the women I’ve dated have been my age or younger. But,” he runs his hands from her shoulders down her arms, “you are captivating in ways none of them could be.” He takes her mostly empty drink from her hand and sets it next to his on the desk, ”Frankly, your age doesn't matter to me because,” he hesitates just a little, not used to being so bold, “I’ve been wanting to get you out of that dress since you sat next to me in the coffee shop.” To his own surprise, he adds, “and we’ll see who begs for more.”

“Well then,” she fists her hand into his white shirt, uncrossing her legs to make room for him to get close, ”let’s try this again.”

She leans up, he leans down. His hand rises to her jaw, her hands slides around his tight little waist. There is no hesitation this time from either of them. The second their lips meet, sparks fly. After a moment the embers catch, lips part, heads tilt, tongues meet.

He was right, they both tasted of whiskey and soda. She was delicious.

His kiss was perfect, not too aggressive but hinting at what he could offer her. His lips were soft, his tongue just adventurous enough, and he tasted amazing, of course.

A sucker for the feel of skin, she slips her hands under the hem of his ribbed t-shirt. She expected warm skin, she did not expect the ridges of muscle under her fingers.

“Ohhhh” she breathes against his mouth. Maybe he is up the task.

His hands slip over her shoulders and down her back. When he feels her cool fingertips on his hot torso, he steps in close, pressing his hips between her legs. He’s never fucked a company president before, especially not on their own desk.

“C’mon Austin,” she pushes him back suddenly and hops down, “finish your drink so we can go.”

“Go where? For the record, I’m ok with here,” he taps the desktop.

“Right here?” she asks, covering his hand with her own. He nods. “Oh no, not on my desk, I’d never be able to get work done again, I’d be so distracted by the memory. No, I’ve a much better place.” She pushes his drink into his hand, “drink, you’ll see,” her coquettish look makes him curious.

He drains his glass as she does hers. He watches her as she puts them in the bar and closes it. She picks up his jacket, but oddly leaves her shoes on the floor. She grabs his hand and leads him to the bookshelf of all places. She reaches up and grabs one of the awards. As she tilts the glass trophy, she looks back at him to watch his reaction in the lights of the city. The shelf swings open. She giggles as his mouth falls open.

“Um… are we going to your secret sex dungeon?” he asks only half jokingly.

#austin butler fanfic #austin butler #austin butler smut #austin butler fic

[mirror-to-the-past]

More (Apparently) KH3:Remind and Melody of Memory Stuff

Spiritually pounding on the windows of the Square Enix building- what do you MEAN I find out via YouTube that there's story cutscenes locked behind those egregious Data fights?? (That I'll personally beat... someday...)

(I also just went ahead and watched all the cutscenes for Melody of Memory, because I didn't want to play through a $60 rhythm game, sorryyy)

But first, Re:Mind and its sneaky, sneaky cutscenes...

Everything with Yozora has me Bonkers. I can't believe they've done this. Echoing Sora's first line in the series "I've been having these weird thoughts lately" through his own side of the story, him saying that he doesn't look like how he appears, the 'why do you know that name,' the "save Sora" while immediately drawing a gun on the man in question?? I'm just... *screaming noises* They're bringing everything together with the fiction versus reality stuff they have going on, and guys, I get SO excited when some games go meta. I'm squealing like a little girl; I'm ecstatic. Despite Sora being in (what I now know as Quadratum) and the background of the Yozora fight reflecting that, I can't help but wonder if it was another internal fight due to the arena switching to Sora's Heart Station for a second, akin to Roxas' fight in KH2.

And the music was so pretty... Yozora has a gorgeous theme. The prettier the battle theme, the more insane the KH fight, I say.

Also Riku was dreaming of Sora for a year. Lmao. He just... didn't say anything about it, while everyone was busting their asses. I'll be honest, literally the only way I could take that is that he dismissed his dreams as irrelevant- ah yes, dreaming of Sora? Nothing crazy to see here. Oh, Riku.

Also more importantly than Riku's angst deal- KAIRI WAS LAUNCHED INTO SPACE WHEN SHE WAS A PRESCHOOLER TO ACT AS A KEYBLADE WIELDER HOMING DEVICE, JESUS CHRIST. Kairi 🤝 Megamind 🤝 potentially Superman (I'm not a comics guy):

Getting launched out of their home planets into space in order to escape the destruction of their worlds, given vague and confusing scenarios and instructions to adapt to once they find a new planet, but they really just wanna chill and be loved and keep people safe.

And she's gonna train with Aqua! :D Another professional at getting launched into other worlds (realms). I hope she bonds with Ventus, as I've recently been made aware of their similarities in disposition, and how they are treated by others (hearts of pure light, designated by their groups as "the one who should stay home/be protected", wavering self confidence in their own abilities and self worth). Additionally, the hilarious potential scenarios of Kairi being like "yeah, and my favorite color's actually-" and Ventus interrupts with "Purple. I know," because the man essentially vicariously lived Sora's childhood. I'm super stoked for future Kairi screentime! Loved when she saw Xehanort in her memories and was like 'I don't care if you're a memory, data, manifestation of my heart or any other thing- I hate you, get out of my life forever. Hugs and kisses, die.' Like, 10/10, girl. Fair. Kairi's a volcano wrapped in a sweet package ready to snap at someone.

Riku's like "Y'know Ansem, I'm gonna miss you... 🥺"

And Sora's like "Xemnas, stooop all the violence. How can you take advantage of people with hearts? You should feel your feelings. You're valid, bestie. ☺️"

Kairi's no bleeding heart for baddies, she just wants everyone to get off her damn case, lol!

Also LOL at the fairy godmother of all people being the one to ship Riku off to Quadratum after Sora. My Cinderiku jokes (as well as my previous KH3 post's blurb about Riku determinedly walking into the ocean to find Sora) may not be completely unwarranted, now. Like, Miss 'specialty in dreams?' Miss "If you'd lost all your faith, I couldn't be here. And here I am." Not even to mention "a dream is a wish your heart makes," a very relevant lyric for this set of circumstances, if I do say so myself. I guess that's just gonna be another song I love and sing to myself that now makes me think of KH. 🤷 There's worse things I suppose, for example, like Buddy Holly being stuck in my head for three days straight and making me feel like I'm trapped listening to my uncle's records (thanks, Good Omens).

I ended up re-watching "Cinderella" for the first time in a while because of that part of Re:Mind and MoM. The KH association of the part with Fairy Godmother's appearance is now semi-heartwrenching, given the context of her appearance in "Cinderella," as well:

You have the vocalizing chorus throughout the opening of the scene acting as a callback to Cinderella's "A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes" song as well as reflecting her inner thoughts, and she has a dialogue with it while she sobs alone in the garden:

Chorus: Whatever you wish for, you keep...

Cinderella: "Oh, no... no, it isn't true."

Chorus: Have faith in your dreams and someday... your rainbow will come smiling through!

Cinderella: "It's just no use. No use at all."

Chorus: No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing...

Cinderella: "I can't believe! Not anymore..."

Chorus: The dream that you wish... *lyric trails off, unfinished*

Cinderella: "There's nothing left to believe in... nothing..."

[Fairy Godmother materializes next to her]

FG: "Nothing my dear? Oh, now you don't really mean that."

Cinderella: "Oh, but I do-"

FG: "Nonsense, child! If you lost all your faith, I couldn't be here, and here I am!"

[the violin and cello come in to finish the last part of the lyric] "...will come true."

Beautiful scene, really. The chorus assisting the animation is delightful... I watched Bambi and Lady and the Tramp (Bella Notte <3) a lot growing up because I loved that old-timey choral work. So dreamy...

Additional funny/sweet bit: I like how Mickey was freaking out to the point of being pinned down over Riku being unceremoniously dropped into Quadratum via Fairy Godmother's spontaneity and enabling.

'You sent my son to the big city ALONE?! He could get mugged, he could get lost, he could get hate-crimed, he could-'

*jump cut to Riku, and he's trying to gauge the value of Earth Money by spying on hot dog stands. He sheds his first known tear of the series by trying to figure out public transit routes*

Anyway, in the words of Cid:

"But what happens next?!"

#kingdom hearts #kh3 #melody of memory #kh3 remind