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nolita-fairytale · 1 year

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it's perfect, chef | carmy berzatto x fem!reader | bonus smut scene from 'still into you'

summary: carmy surprises you with a ring & an engagement dinner, but you're not hungry yet. bonus scene that takes place after the last chapter of 'still into you' sunday (you'll want to read this first)

warnings: fluff, engagement smut, swearing, 18+ only

wordcount: 3.9k

a/n: here is the long-awaited bonus engagement smut that i owe @carmensberzattos. i think this is the spiciest smut scene i've written them yet. also, hypothetically, if i wrote some cute fluffy shit about them getting married/planning... would you read that? y/n?

(^^ this is NOT an amatriciana BUT this scene is 'chef' is the same energy so it felt right.)

And you think to yourself, that maybe, this was always how it was supposed to be.

You can’t stop smiling.

Your eyes flicker from the ring on your finger to where Carmy stands over the stove. He’s put his apron back on, very serious about this engagement dinner he’s got planned for you. You watch as Carmy begins pulling the sauce together, giving the pan a shake over the gas burner in your shared apartment. Carmy uses the wooden spoon to evenly distribute the onion and guanciale mixture across the bottom of the pan once more.

It’s perfect, really, that he’s decided to make you an amatriciana for your engagement night. The man knows you love a Roman pasta, and you love that they’ve managed to play such a special part in your love story.

You glance back down at your phone, seeing a slew of messages in your group chat with Syd and Sugar, in response to the picture of the ring you snapped earlier:

Sugar: HE DID IT!!! HE GAVE YOU THE RING!

Syd: We did good, huh?

Sugar: You’re welcome ;)

Syd: It really is a beautiful ring. We love you!!!! Go enjoy your night, but spare us the details please.

You’re so focused on your group text with Sugar and Syd that you don’t notice how close Carmy hasn’t gotten to where you’re perched on top of the kitchen island.

“Health code violation, don’t you think?” he teases you, giving your thigh a little squeeze.

You look up from your phone, letting out a small laugh as you lock eyes with your now fiance. While grabbing the bowl of tomato passata, he maintains eye contact, the smallest smirk on his face as he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

Carmy takes a few steps away from where you sit, causing your heart to beat a hell of a lot faster. That can’t be all he came over here for you, could it?

“Good thing our place is not a restaurant then,” you reply, your gaze following him as he returns to the stove.

Even though he’s gone back to cooking, Carmy’s touch lingers on your skin. You can still feel the pads of his fingers along your inner thigh and you’re not sure if you’re ever going to get your heart rate back down. You clear your throat in an attempt to collection yourself before offering:

“Need any help?”

Your ears fill with the sound of the tomato sauce hitting the searing hot pan as Carmy responds, “I got this babe.”

He steals a glance your way, before giving the sauce a shake in the pan. You swallow, watching as his forearm muscles flex prominently as he grips the hand of the saucier. He swirls the pan a few times, creating an emulsion of the ingredients inside, and it suddenly feels five degrees hotter in the room. You’re like a moth transfixed by a flame as you hop off of the kitchen island, taking a few steps to where he stands.

“Can I at least watch, then?” you ask, suggestively.

A smile spreads across Carmy’s lips as he feels your hand snake around his waist, your fingertips dipping underneath the hem of his shirt. He hisses in response to your touch, as your fingertips hit the hard planes of his abdomen.

“Baby…” he sighs out, a smirk on his face as you press your forehead against his shoulder. “What’re you up to?”

“Nothin’,” you answer innocently, even though there’s not a single innocent intention behind this. You bite down on his shoulder blade gently, earning another laugh from his lips.

He chuckles, “Doesn’t feel like nothin’.”

You giggle, “Just testing your focus, is all.”

You pull away from him almost instantly, pulling off to his left side. You press your back against the counter, leaning up against it as you watch what he’s doing. As Carmy leans over the stovetop, reaching for the salt crock towards the back of the stove, you can’t help but notice the newly exposed skin the hem of his shirt has revealed.

Did his perfect vintage jeans always sit that low on his hips?

Down girl… you remind yourself.

“You tell Sugar and Syd yet?” Carmy asks, changing the subject.

“Yeah. They’re very excited that you gave me the ring,” you reply, trying to distract yourself.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. We have a group text, actually.”

“Uh oh,” Carmy sounds, shooting you another look.

You smile wickedly before reassuring him, “Nothing to worry about it. They’re happy you finally, and I quote, did it right.”

“You three in a group text? Got nothin’ to worry about. Sure,” he replies with a playful eye roll, completely unconvinced that this group text is nothing to worry about.

“I thought maybe we could call Liz and Maya after dinner. Or maybe tomorrow depending on what we get up to tonight,” you suggest.

“Oh yeah?” Carmy replies, a hint of amusement in his ask.

He knows exactly what he’s doing. He knows he’s winding you up, teasing you till you’re begging for him to fuck you. And you hate that you love it so much.

Carmy leans towards you, his piercing blue eyes holding your gaze for a moment, watching you squirm.

“I uh-, need to get a spoon,” he says, gesturing towards the drawer you’re standing in front of. His lips are inches away from yours and you forget to breathe for a second.

His lips practically ghost over yours when you don’t move and you have to admit that you're so turned on by this little game of cat and mouse. But you’re not going to let him win. Not yet. You bite back a moan, nodding your head and stepping aside, murmuring a ‘sure.’

You run a hand through your hair, trying to calm yourself down. Carmy grabs a spoon, returning to where he’s planted himself in front of the stove. He dips the spoon into the sauce to taste for seasoning, and you can see the gears turning in his head.

“A little more salt,” he murmurs to himself, before adding another pinch.

“Can I try?” you ask, bold enough to get close to him again.

You’re not sure if you’ll have the self-control to resist him, but you’re not sure you’ll care by then.

He laughs dryly, dipping the spoon back into the sauce.

“Let me know what you think, chef,” he replies, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. He holds the spoon out as you open your mouth to taste. He doesn’t look away and neither do you, until the tangy, salty tomato sauce hit your tongue.

Fuck.

You close your eyes, shaking your head in disbelief.

“It’s perfect, chef,” you answer, opening your eyes.

Carmy smiles smugly in response.

Because he knows it is.

Because he knows he has you right where he wants you.

The only thing that could rip him away from you in this moment is the sound of the pot of water he has on the stovetop coming up to a boil. It feels near-impossible to rip his attention away from you, but he does, throwing handfuls of salt into the stock pot, with his deli container of dried rigatoni following.

He sets a timer, before stirring the pasta water a few times.

You’re hungry. Sure. But between his perfect amatriciana and this little game you’ve been playing, you’re not sure you can wait any longer.

Dinner will just have to wait.

“Carm?” you ask, your voice coming out breathier than you anticipated.

“Hm?” he hums in response, completely satisfied with just how worked up he’s gotten you.

“I… need your help with something,” you drag out, as he turns to you.

“Yeah?” he asks, coyly.

“Yeah,” you answer.

Using your left hand, that left hand, you pull him towards you so that he’s dangerously close to you now. Your eyes flicker from his eyes to his lips before reaching up to press your lips to his. Carmy kisses you with the confidence of a man that knows he’s got you in the palm of his hand, pulling you in towards him for more.

“This what you need help with?” he asks, as you feel his lips twist into a smile against yours.

“Yeah,” you answer, in between sucking on his top lip.

“It’s just…” you start innocently, tugging his hand to follow you. “Nat and I had some snacks right before I got back. Didn’t know my very sexy chef fiance would be here making me dinner and asking me to marry him again.”

In between kisses you manage to continue backing the two of you up against the kitchen island now.

“Think I need a little help working up an appetite.”

You hear him laugh against your lips, before turning his head towards the stove.

“But what about the pasta?” he teases, cockily.

You pull away for a moment, and with a shake of your head you reply, “You’re such a fucking asshole.”

Carmy laughs again before grabbing you back the back of your head, pulling you deeper into the kiss. In an instant he’s hoisting you up onto the kitchen island so that you’re seated there once again, nudging your legs open to make space for him.

“You set a timer right?” you manage to ask, wrapping your legs around his waist. You run your hands down his chest as Carmy’s eyes follow, focused on the engagement ring he’s just put on your finger.

Fuck it.

The pasta can wait.

“Yeah, but that means we got ten minutes,” he finally answers, looking up at you.

You smirk, satisfied, “That’s plenty of time.”

He can’t believe this is real.

He can’t believe he deserves this, and yet, you make him feel like he does.

He grabs your hands to stop them, before focusing all of his attention on your left hand. He looks down, focused on your body and everything he wants to do to you.

His fiance.

His future wife.

His Mrs. Carmen Berzatto.

“This what you want, pretty girl?” Carmy rasps, kissing your ring finger.

You watch as he bows he head to you, his mouth leaving slow kisses up your arm. He’s gentle in the way that his lips brush against the tattoo on your forearm, and then into the crevice of your elbow. You sigh as he drags his lips up your bicep and your shoulder, before burying his face into the space between your shoulder and your neck.

“This what you need help with?” he asks you again, his voice low and sultry.

“Yes, baby,” you whimper, as he leaves a gentle bite on your neck. His tongue snakes out, quick to soothe the sting of his teeth, and you’re leaning your head back, offering up more of yourself to him.

Carmy’s hands trace up your thighs, tugging on your hips so that they press up against his. You grind your hips against his denim clad hips, searching for any kind of friction you can get. With the movement of your hips, Carmy chuckles confidently. He knows he’s dragging this out, teasing you for distracting him and possibly ruining his flawless amatriciana with your desire for him.

Finally, finally, he crashes his lips into yours again, letting out a groan as surrenders to his own desire. Your hands are everywhere: in his hair, wrapping around his shoulders, grasping greedily at his back as he bucks his hips between your legs.

“Wanna move this to the bedroom?” you pant, in between kisses.

“Nah,” Carmy smirks in response, watching your face twist into a look of confusion. But he can’t deny you for too long, his next words sending you into a frenzy.

He grabs a handful of your hair before whispering against your lips, “I wanna take you right here.”

“Carmen,” you gasp in surprise, feeling him pull on your hair.

“In all the kitchens we’ve worked in together,” he starts, fire in the way his voice sounds. “Can’t believe we’ve never done this.”

“Think that’d definitely be a health code violation,” you tease him, before bucking your hips against his. You can feel how hard he is, if the tent in his pants and progressively tight-feeling jeans wasn’t enough.

“Think about that a lot, Carm? Hoisting me up over my prep station in the middle of my mise and taking me right there?”

“Fuck yes,” he groans, feeling you bite into his chest.

He gives you a half smile, before he’s untying his apron, throwing it somewhere on the kitchen floor. He returns to you in an instant, and you’re practically ripping his t-shirt from his body along with yours. Your mouth is on his again, your tongues tangling in a dance for dominance. Carmy’s hand is in your hair, his hips pressed against yours, and he’s laying you back on the kitchen counter.

He thanks his past-self for cleaning up earlier. He’d hate to have to break any of your favorite ceramics by shoving them off of the kitchen island, his mind completely clouded with his need to consume you. He lets himself get lost in the heated makeout. He loves the little noises you make, the way your skin tastes underneath his tongue when he kisses your neck, the way you run your fingers through his curls as you whine his name.

“Baby,” you sigh as his mouth moves from your neck to your breasts.

Carmy’s pulling one of the cups of your bra down, exposing your right breast.

“Fuck,” you gasp, as you feel his tongue snake out to draw circles around your nipple, causing your to arch your back. He’s hard at work, earning moans from you with his mouth pressed against one of your nipples when the timer for the pasta goes off, interrupting you.

“Fuck!” he practically shouts.

“Shit.”

You laugh, flattening your back against the kitchen counter before sitting up. Carmy looks so upset that it’s almost funny. He swears again before returning to the stovetop. He’s quick to use a mesh sieve to pull the rigatoni noodles out of the boiling pot of water and into the saucier. You laugh again, watching him, because of course he can’t help himself.

“You okay, Carm?” you tease him.

He shoots you a playful glare, shaking the pan a few times. After giving the pasta a few tosses in the pan, he’s practically slamming the stainless steel pan down on the stovetop, flicking both burners off, before returning to you.

“Now where were we?” he asks, his voice gruff with lust.

You’re more than happy to pick up where you left off.

“I think somewhere around here,” you say, pulling your bra off in one swift motion.

“Jesus,” Carmy groans again, his hands moving up to your breasts.

“And I think… you had me on my back,” you say flirtatiously, as you lay back over the kitchen island.

“Fuck, babe,” he hisses, his hands snaking up and down your torso. “Mine.”

“Yours,” you confirm as he glides his hands over you.

And he’s back to work, consuming you with his mouth and tongue as you arch your back off of the kitchen island. You let out the most surprised gasp as Carmy practically yanks your shorts off, tossing them and the pair of panties you’re wearing onto the floor to join the rest of your discarded clothes.

Carmy takes his time, leaving kisses and love bites along your inner thighs, and you know this is payback. He has you breathless, dripping wet and squeezing around nothing before he’s even put his mouth on you. He’s got you so wound up that when he finally licks a broad stripe up your core, you’re screaming his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear. He’s gotten so damn good at this over the years. It’s not that he’s ever been bad at it… but the way he’s memorized everything you like, what makes you tug at his hair when he’s between your legs like this, what makes you come undone, has you cumming faster than you ever thought you could.

Carmy’s got one hand palming at your breasts while the other holds your opposite leg open as he eats you out. Your legs are practically shaking as you cum, and he’s not letting you go anywhere. Not letting you have a single moment of relief as his tongue works you over, his fingers buried deep inside of you.

“Holy shit, Carm,” you sigh, trying your best to catch your breath.

He finally looks up at you, his mouth wet with your slick as he wipes it against the back of his hand.

“Don’t think I’m done with you,” he promises, his eyes locked in a gaze with yours.

Before you can pull yourself together, he’s wrapped your legs around his waist, and he’s dragging you off the kitchen counter and over to the couch. You want nothing more than to ride him as he lays you down on the couch, hovering over you. You watch as he removes his jeans and briefs, stepping out of them. You swear your heart skips a beat as you see his erection standing hard against his abdomen.

“Let me ride you,” you beg, sitting up on the couch. You reach for him, wrapping a hand around his dick, earning a hiss from him at the feel of your soft hand.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart,” he smirks, because he has other ideas. He makes his way down to the couch with you, moving you so that you’re on top of him. “Not yet at least.”

You shoot him a look of confusion as you straddle him, before letting out a yelp as he moves you up his body. You practically have to catch yourself on the edge of the couch with his movements, as soon as you realize what he’s doing. Carmy’s got you straddling his face, wrapping an arm around your waist, so that he can taste you again. You’re so sensitive from your last orgasm that you cry out as he pulls you down against his mouth.

“Carmy, I can’t-. I-, I’m too sensitive,” you wince, feeling his tongue move over your clit in feverish circles.

He shakes his head, earning another moan from you as you feel the drag of his mouth against you. You try to sit up, try to pull away, but he must’ve known you’d try something like this as the arm wrapped around your waist catches you from moving any further.

“Nuh uh,” he tuts, scolding you as he holds you in place. “You said you wanted me to help, sweet girl. So I’m helping.”

You know it’s no use, as those are the last words you hear him say before he’s pulling you down to him again, his mouth and tongue back on you. You feel the tip of his nose bump against your clit, and you’re begging him to make you cum again, surrendering to the beautiful, pleasurable torture he insists on inflicting on you. Carmy’s hands move to your ass, keeping you pressed against him as he works you over, refusing to let up.

Two can play at this game, you decide.

You bring your fingertips up to your mouth, sucking them for a moment to gather enough saliva, before reaching back behind you. Your wet fingertips meet his hard cock, aching to be touched. With your back arched, you use your saliva and his precum to stroke his length, earning a groan from Carmy against you. You can feel him bucking up into the hand you’ve wrapped around him, moaning against you as you continue to ride his face. The vibrations are too much as another orgasm rips through your body, as you let out another sob of pleasure.

Satisfied, Carmy finally releases you, and you’re not sure how you manage to hold yourself up over him. Breathless, he slides you down his body, your knees straddling his hips as you kiss him. You can taste yourself on his mouth, as you drop your hips, dragging your pussy against his hard on.

“Fuck, babe,” he groans, because you feel too fucking good.

“You gonna let me ride you yet?” you ask, your voice low and sultry.

“Please,” he replies, his pupils completely blown out in pure lust.

Your knees dig into the couch as you sit tall, grabbing his thick cock before guiding him into you. You both gasp at first contact, and the way he feels inside of you sends chills down your spine. You start to move your hips slowly, grinding against him as Carmy closes his eyes in pleasure.

He’s enjoying this too much.

And he gets to do it forever.

With you.

With one hand on his chest, bracing yourself, you begin to speed up the motion of your hips. Carmy lets out another moan, bucking his hips up into you. You close your eyes, throwing your head back in pleasure when you feel the slightest pressure on your neck as a tattooed hand wraps around your throat. You moan, beginning to fuck yourself faster on your boyfriend.

With a groan, Carmy sits up straight, both arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer. The change in angle makes your eyes roll back as he begins to thrust up into you with a fervor you’ve been wanting all night.

The room is filled with the sounds of the kitchen overhead fan, the sounds of slapping skin, and both of your moans as he pushes you closer to your third orgasm.

“Jesus Christ, baby. You feel so good,” he murmurs, lost in pleasure. “Always feel so good. Like you were made for me.”

“I love you,” you whisper back, tangling your left hand with his right.

Carmy glances over to your ring, then back to you, his eyes trained on yours as he explores this deeper angle.

“I’m gonna come, pretty girl. Shit,” he swears, his thrusts becoming more and more desperate.

“Me too, Carmy. Fuck… make me come again,” you beg him.

You let him fuck you till you’re squeezing around him, gripping his shoulders, with your face buried in his neck as he follows suit. Carmy grunts, filling you up, pausing the motion of his hips while he’s still inside of you. You pull back with a sigh, trying to catch your breath as you brace yourself on his shoulders.

He leans in, planting one more kiss to your lips, a fucked out grin stuck on his face.

“Hungry now?”

You laugh, “Absolutely.”

Carmy fills two pasta bowls with a sigh, using a microplane to grate over more cheese for garnish.

“Doubt it’ll be al dente but…” Carmy apologizes with a shrug, though he’s not sorry that you took a much needed sex break.

Still shirtless, you watch your boyfriend move towards you, bowl of pasta and a fork in hand. He’s slipped on a pair of sweatpants while you wear one of his old Original Chicagoland Beef t-shirts you found in the clean pile of clothes.

He hands the bowl to you, where you sit on the kitchen island once again, a smirk on his face as he remembers what transpired here moments ago.

You dig your fork into a rigatoni noodle, before raising it to your lips and taking a bite. Instantly, you’re met with the taste of what you swear could be the world’s most perfect amatriciana, even if the noodles are cooked past al dente. You can tell he’s watching you, searching for a reaction as you close your eyes with a groan.

By the time you open your eyes again, a stupid smile plastered to your face, all you say to Carmy is:

“It’s perfect, chef.”

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emlynnnnn · 7 months

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ODD ONE OUT — .3

gosling!ken x barbie!reader

summary | You and ken go out to lunch. Questions are asked.

part one , part two , part three , part four , part five

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YOU nervously tapped your perfectly filed nails on the skin of your thigh as you glared up at your clock, watching as the skinny hand ticked by every second.

Ken was taking you out for lunch today.

Granted, he wanted to do it for his Barbie, but you were still excited to spend time with him nonetheless.

“Good afternoon,” Ken sung cheerily as he waltzed his way into you book shop, looking across the register at you expectantly with a grin. “You ready to go?”

You sighed lightly before getting up from your chair and walking around the till. “Yup,” You nodded with a warm smile. “Where are we going?”

Ken chuckled. “We’re going to Barbie’s restaurant, obviously,” He replied as if it was obvious, referring to chef Barbie’s restaurant in town.

You rolled your eyes with a chuckle as you both approached the front door, opening it for Ken to walk through first. He expressed a small ‘thank you’ and you both began to make your way through town in a comfortable silence, not feeling any need to fill in the gaps.

. . .

“..AND then when the twist was revealed I nearly threw the book across the room in surprise!” Ken exclaimed with a loud laugh, throwing his arms up dramatically with a knife and fork in hand.

You sent him an amused smile—you had personally seen the twist coming when you’d read the book, but you’d also been reading for as long as you could remember and knew most of the tropes out there. “What did Barbie think of that one?” You asked with a forced look of expectation, already knowing what the answer would be.

“Oh, she didn’t want to talk about it with me… but it’s okay—I’m sure she enjoyed it,” Ken shrugged, clearly a bit disheartened.

You took a moment to drink from your cup as your thought over your next words. “Ken…” You began slowly, earning a curious glance from the man across from you. “Why do you always try to impress Barbie so much when she doesn’t give you anything back?”

Maybe you were pushing too far, but the question had already been asked and you waited with baited breath as you watched Ken’s expression turn to one of thought.

“I don’t understand?” He replied, seemingly confused by what you had asked him.

“Well… You’re always doing things for Barbie but she never gives anything back… So why do you bother?” You repeated your question, swallowing nervously as you analysed Ken’s features.

There was a gradual frown developing across Ken’s mouth as he continued to take in what you had asked. “…Because I love her,” He finally spoke in a rather dubious manner.

He seemed sad as he gave his answer, almost as if a bit of realisation had crossed his mind—not that he showed it for long, as his attention was immediately back on you as a question of his own popped into his head.

“Why don’t you have your own Ken?” He asked suddenly, taking you off guard as you inhaled sharply.

It felt like time had frozen around your table as your heart hammered in your chest—it had never done that before. “I- I don’t know,” You answered unsurely, your eyes dropping to your heels under the table. There was a slight melancholy leaking it’s way into your chest. “I guess it doesn’t make sense for book Barbie to have a Ken…” You shrugged sombrely. “All I ever do is read. I’m super boring.”

Ken looked at you quizzically, seemingly taken aback by your answer. “I don’t think you’re boring,” He swiftly cut in. “I think you’re one of the most interesting Barbie’s in Barbieland, actually… Anyone who reads all those stories must be interesting.”

You felt yourself scoff and shake your head with a chuckle. “You don’t need to try make me feel better, Ken. I appreciate it but it’s okay, I’ve had to live with it since I arrived in Barbieland,” You tried to dismiss him, picking up your knife and fork to continue eating the ‘food’ from your plate.

Ken huffed out a small air of laughter as he watched you try and shove the conversation under the rug and reached forward to grab your wrist. “I can be your Ken,” He offered with a warm grin.

You felt your face burn a bright red at his words—he what?

“You and I could be best buddies, y’know! I’ll be your best Ken and you’ll be my best Barbie,” He chuckled at the thought, pulling his hand away from you.

There was a small dropping feeling in your chest—of course he meant it like that. It was probably foolish to think he would ever move on from Barbie. Just once, you wanted to know what it felt like to have someone’s attention.

His hand was warm…

You flashed him a pained grin. “Sure, Ken. I’d really like that,” You eventually answered.

“You should come to beach tonight for our boys blowout,” He excitedly told you, looking across the table with bright eyes.

You looked at him in complete bafflement. “Ken’s have a boys night?” You asked comically, trying to hold in your smile. “Where is it?”

“On beach, duh. It’s where we sleep,” Ken explained again as if it was the most obvious thing ever, making you roll your eyes once again.

“Wow, I can’t believe that’s where you guys sleep…” You shook your head in disbelief as you held in your giggles, imagining all the Ken’s curled up together on the sand every night. “I never even thought about it, actually.”

“Well, are you gonna come tonight? You’ll be the first Barbie to go!” He asked again excitedly, clasping his hands together as he looked at you hopefully.

You turned to look toward beach as the sun settled across the perfect blue sky, sighing slightly as you weighed over your choices.

“Fine, I’ll go.”

. . .

ALL eyes were on you as yourself and Ken approached the already established party where music was being loudly bumped across beach and a big bonfire was burning brightly in the centre of all the action.

“I think I might freak out if they don’t stop staring…” You whispered to Ken from the corner of your mouth before flashing a painfully forced smile toward the large group of Ken’s.

“They’re just surprised because they’ve never seen a Barbie at the boys’ blowout… Don’t mind them!” He chirped joyfully, completely oblivious to how uncomfortable you had gotten. He wrapped an arm around your tensed shoulders and dragged you right into the crowd and toward the large bonfire. “Cool, right?”

You stood in silent awe as you watched the flames dance well above your height—it was a huge fire. “Yeah, cool,” You nodded with your mouth slightly ajar.

“—Woah, hey Barbie,” A strange voice piped up from behind yourself and Ken, making you both turn around.

You had to hide your amusement from the utter surprise on backflip Ken’s face, his own surfboard tucked under his left arm.

“Hi, Ken,” You sent him a polite little wave.

“What’re you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at girls night with all the other Barbie’s,” He asked curiously, digging his surfboard into the sand by his feet—why he still even had it was a mystery to you.

You shook your head. “No, I don’t always go to girls night,” You explained.

“I asked her to come,” Stereotypical Ken cut in eagerly as he once again wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into close, not wanting to be left out of the conversation. He was always touchy around backflip Ken anyways. “Thought we’d have a totally fun night if she came along,” He continued on with a smoulder, making you snort.

“Oh,” Backflip Ken began. “Well, it’s super awesome that you’re here,” He sent you a small wink before pulling his surfboard out of the ground and running off with it into the distance—to where, exactly, you didn’t know.

“He’s an idiot…” Ken grumbled to your right, making you gasp lightly and leave an abrupt whack on his arm.

“Ken!” You hissed. “That’s rude.”

Ken chuckled as he clutched his arm, feigning an injury. “Ouch, Barbie… I might have to go get doctor Barbie after that one…” He pretended to cry and you rolled your eyes.

“You’re a big baby,” You joked with a wide grin, walking away to start talking to the other Kens.

. . .

—> part four

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note | wow… i actually cant thank you all enough for how much support the first two parts have received!! I’ve read all your comments and reposts, and thank you all so so much!! I actually wanna cry over how many notes the last parts have gotten so genuinely thank you.

i’m still quite leg deep in school atm so updates aren’t being pumped out daily, but i’m doing my best! this one is shorter than the last… but i still hope you guys enjoy 😌

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homosexuhauls · 11 months

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I haven't seen anyone mention it on here, most likely because English language news sources are reporting them as friends, but a man murdered a lesbian couple in Hong Kong last week.

(Twitter thread includes more sources and proof of the two victims being in a relationship. However, video of the attack exists online and some of the photos in Chinese news articles are graphic/disturbing. Please proceed with caution.)

Fang Xiaotong (26 years old) and Liu Jixi (22 years old) were stabbed to death by a 39 year old man in a targeted attack in a shopping mall. Allegedly, he purchased the knife only after seeing the visibly gay couple, then attacked Fang Xiaotong, who was a Tom, which has a similar meaning to a butch or stud or masc lesbian. Liu Jixi attempted to intervene to save her girlfriend, but the perpetrator stabbed her also. Bystanders and mall security did not intervene, although eventually chefs who worked at the mall heard screams and armed themselves with stools before attempting to stop the attacker. The perpetrator then waited calmly for the police, and both women were pronounced dead at the hospital. While Western sources are painting this as a result of mental illness, the video and local news stories make it clear that this was likely a hate crime.

(Nb. I've also seen their names given as Fong Hiu-tung and Lau Kai-hei, and also that they may have used the nicknames "Daniel" and "Amber". I can't know which names they would have preferred to be used, hence why I'm including all of them here but using Fang Xiaotong and Liu Jixi throughout the post for consistency and clarity.)

From Naomi Wu, whose twitter thread I've linked above, an explanation of the sometimes deadly hostilities Toms and other lesbians face in China and Hong Kong:

When men attack Toms (butches), they think a lot of things- sometimes in Chinese we say "one lesbian steals two men's wives"- herself and her partner. And for bitter middle-aged, unmarried men like this attacker, they've been told their whole life they are owed a wife to wait on them hand and foot- and they feel robbed and wronged by a young handsome Tom taking what's "theirs". They are angry, entitled, jealous- they want to teach her a lesson. They want to punish her for having what is rightfully theirs when they don't. Then it's "Oh, if you want to act like a man, I'll treat you like one". Most need to justify it to themselves to get started. Of course, the femme/Dee/P is always next, because we will fight to save our Tom, and once we do, they can justify turning their violence on us next. In their twisted head, they decide their unprovoked attack was "fighting 1-on-1" and it's our fault for getting involved. All Toms know the deal, they cannot win, all Toms tell their girls again and again "if something happens, just run, I can take it". When the time comes, all Toms try to buy their girl time to get away- even as they go down under fists and boots...or knives They want to buy us time, but no femmes can bear to leave them, so it never works. But they always go for our Toms first, then us. Every time.

Fang Xiaotong was a waiter in a high-end restaurant. She loved small animals and children and had lived with her mother and step-sister prior to moving in with Liu Jixi one to two months before the attack. Liu Jixi was a hair stylist and also worked part-time at a bar, which is apparently where she and Fang Xiaotong met. On the day of the attack, both women were planning to meet up with Fang Xiaotong's family to celebrate her grandfather's birthday.

Rest in peace 🫶 your courage will not be forgotten.

#lesbophobia #homophobia #lgbt #lesbian feminism #radfem safe #radical feminism #idek how to tag this i just want people to see it #it's so unfair to see them being erased before our eyes

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anonymousewrites · 8 months

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One Hell of a Love (Book 1) Chapter Fifteen

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Fifteen: One Hell of a Curry

Summary: (Y/N) and Sebastian find humans infected by hate and a strange butler to the Queen.

“Thank you for waiting!” said the announcer to the crowd of spectators at the Curry Festival. Soma, Ciel, Lau, (Y/N), and the rest of the Phantomhive servants stood in the front row as they watched Sebastian and the other chefs come onstage to create their curries. “Welcome to the Curry Festival for the pride of London’s curry shops!” The judges waved.

And there was Viscount Druitt, yet again. Quite the pest.

“Oh, he’s here again,” observed Lau.

“The show off,” said Ciel.

(Y/N)’s nose twitched in irritation.

“Well, then let us begin coo—!” The announcer was interrupted by trumpet fare.

A long red carpet was rolled out, and the crowd parted. Ciel’s eyes widened as he saw a veiled woman in black beside a butler dressed in white.

“Her Majesty,” he said.

“England’s Mother, our beloved Queen Victoria, has graced up with her presence!” said the announcer, bowing with the rest of the people.

“God save our gracious Queen!” declared Druitt as the Queen walked down the aisle. Her butler escorted her as the people sang “God Save the Queen.”

As the Queen and butler passed (Y/N), the butler glanced down at them, and violet eyes met (E/C). Instantly, (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. Their instincts were on edge the moment he looked at them. It was over in a moment, though, and the Queen sat on a makeshift throne overlooking the room.

“Her Majesty declares, ‘We have not seen you in some time and are sorry to have concerned you. However, our constitution has improved remarkably, and now we are even able to come and sample curry. We wish everyone well and hold great expectations for this food that my late husband loved so much,’ ” said the butler.

The crowd applauded wildly.

“Well then, to the cuisine!” declared the announcer.

The people watched in admiration as the cooks began working, adding spices and flavoring to their curries, delicious aromas mixing in the air around them. Agni and Sebastian were already miles above the other competitors in terms of skill, showing their abilities with their usual gracefulness. Agni’s right hand moved with its own mind, adding spices without even having to consider the taste. He knew it by heart. However, Sebastian wasn’t to be outdone, and the aroma of his curry was as delicious as Agni’s. And then…

“Hey! What is he doing?” cried one man in the crowd.

The crowd’s eyes widened, and murmurs ran through the crowd as Sebastian placed bits of chocolate in the curry, just as he told (Y/N) he would. West and several other were quite skeptical and derisive, but (Y/N) could see Agni’s eyes widen. He knew that the taste could work if done right.

“How did you, an Englishman, ever come up with such an idea?” said Agni.

“It was by my Master’s order,” said Sebastian.

(Y/N) grinned playfully as Ciel’s eye twitched.

“As long as my Master gives an order, I will make it happen, no matter what it may be,” said Sebastian. He smirked. “After all, I am one hell of a butler.”

“He has a way with words,” remarked Lau.

“Is that supposed to be sarcasm?” said Ciel.

“He certainly likes to play with his words,” said (Y/N), amused. “How dramatically vague he is.” Sebastian smirked at them from on stage, and (Y/N) rolled their eyes fondly.

Agni’s eyes widened as he saw them interact. To him, he saw Sebastian having someone to cook for. And him…Soma was nowhere in the crowd. Agni was alone. He shook his head and focused, picking up a basket with his next ingredient.

“A blue lobster!” gasped Druitt. “The legendary lobster said to live only off the coast of Brittany. The deep cerulean that even compares favorably to Chartres Cathedral! Wrapped in its delicate, colorful shell, it’s just like a fine lady in a blue dress.” Somehow, Druitt had a blue lobster hat on his head. “Hidden underneath that dress is a delicate sweetness of the highest quality, said to lead people to delirium!”

“As you can see, that is the highest quality ingredient for a curry,” said West in condescending satisfaction. “It is not merely some cheap little additive.”

But even as Agni worked furiously to prepare the lobster, Sebastian calmly continued cooking. He would not be shaken. So through the entire countdown, he worked gracefully until time was called.

“Time’s up! Now the judging with commence!” declared the announcer. “First up is the Persian Tub’s Beef Curry.”

“There are large pieces of beef generously mixed in,” observed one judge.

“Flavors are rather balanced, if a bit missing proper kick,” said another.

“Rather unappealing,” sighed Druitt.

“Next up, Doll Company!” said the announcer.

“This is your own home spice, isn’t it?” asked Druitt as he tasted the curry.

“Y-Yes,” stammered the nervous chef, and (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at the obviously lying man.

“What is it? One thing alone stands out, producing an amazing fragrance,” said Druitt.

“But the overall balance is poor, and it’s overpowered by the fragrance,” said a judge.

“Well, I’ll give you points for trying,” said Druitt.

“Next up is Chef Agni from the Harold West estate,” declared the announcer.

“May I present my curry,” said Agni, taking the lid of his tray off. “Lobster and a seven flavored sauce.”

(Y/N) blinked. He had made seven flavors to be served with the blue lobster. Now that was a feat.

“What amazing brightness!” cried one judge. “D-Delicious! The tender meat spreads a delicate sweetness throughout your mouth the moment you bite into it.”

“Moreover, with a seven-flavored curry, each flavor blends harmoniously with the blue lobster,” exclaimed another judge.

“Ah!” Druitt was damn near moaning. “This is…The graceful beauty I met at the ball. Like seven jewels adorning your overwhelming elegance. A heart-shaped, golden brooch, a sapphire and pearl bracelet, a garnet necklace, a cameo cut pin, and on your fingers a diamond and emerald ring! All of them bring out your beauty even more! I had my heart stolen by you!”

The crowd gasped in amazement at his analysis. (Y/N) was just glad he wasn’t referencing them again.

“Such high class!” cried the announcer. “Will the winner be decided just like that, or will we see an even better appraisal? Our final contestant is the Funtom Company!”

“I humbly present my curry,” said Sebastian, taking the lid of his tray. Three balls of a doughy substance were revealed within.

“Are you toying with us?” huffed a judge.

Sebastian just smiled as he took tongs and dipped the dough balls into a frying pan and allowed the outsides to turn crisp.

“He’s frying it?!” cried the judges. Whispers started up in the crowd.

Leave it to Sebastian to get people talking. Still, when Sebastian glanced up at them in the crowd, they had nothing but pure support for whatever the hell his plan was resting in their eyes.

“It is complete. This is our company’s curry,” said Sebastian, placing the fried dough (with hopefully curry somewhere) on the judge’s plates.

“And I’m saying, where is that curry?” demanded a judge.

“Wait just this second, this is—!” Druitt’s eyes widened as he cut into the dough. Curry, aromatic and beautiful, spilled out from within the fried dough. “From the inside, the curry is—!”

“This is the curry that our company proudly presents,” said Sebastian. “It is called a Curry Bun!”

The judge’s eyes widened as he tasted the dough and curry. “This is-This is delicious! The fried bread’s crunchy and fluffy crust creates a superb gradation together with the thick curry, which is perfectly formed!”

“What’s more impressive than anything else is the architecture that keeps in the taste and fragrance of the curry,” said another judge. “The moment you pierce it with a knife, it is all released!”

Druitt gasped as he tasted it, a blush appearing on his cheeks. He was rearing up for another poetry session. “This is the alluring person I met at the soiree! By day, a beauty wrapped in raven wings, smiling and elegant as the birds, but by night, the true face is revealed, and the teasing raven is wrapped in darkness of sinful perfection!”

(Y/N) had really spoken too soon about nothing being about them.

“I want to embrace you!” cried Druitt to his fantasy. “And yet you are always one step out of reach!”

He needs help, thought (Y/N). They deadpanned as Sebastian raised a teasing eyebrow in their direction.

“Once again, what is this high praise?” said the announcer. “Has the victor become less certain? Now we shall allow the judges time to deliberate on their verdict! During that time, everyone, please help yourself to whichever curry suits you.”

People were instantly heading to the buffet tables to try the delicious curries. Most ate either Agni or Sebastian’s creations, but people still tried the other two companies’ curries out of curiosity.

“Oh, yes, the Queen didn’t try any,” remarked Lau. “Isn’t she going to judge?”

“She probably isn’t judging out of consideration for her health,” said Ciel. “However, there is a possibility she will try a curry she is interested in. Depending on that, the judges’ impressions will change. The bestowal of the Royal Warrant is down to Her Majesty.”

“Well, well, well,” said (Y/N), smirking. “Look who’s being approached.”

Ciel’s head snapped to the stage. The Queen’s butler had approached Sebastian and spoke to him. The crowd murmured as Sebastian bowed and gave a plate with a curry bun to the butler to give to Her Majesty. There was silence as she took a bite.

“Her Majesty declares, ‘A good that is easy for even children to eat, requiring neither knife nor fork, fulfilling both the rich and the poor, allowing both children and adults to partake of it equally is commensurate with my goal of creating a kind and pure country,’ ” said the butler. “Treasuring children and the future, this kind stance moves Her Majesty greatly.

“Don’t make me sick!” cried a woman’s voice angrily, cutting through the respectful silence. An Indian woman ((Y/N) surmised it must be Mina since Agni’s eyes widened as she spoke) stood, glowing with malevolence. “That’s too sugary. Equality? The future? For this bountiful country, where there are no hardships, what a pretentious queen!”

“Mina, stop at once!” said West. “You’re in Her Majesty’s presence!”

“Get lost!” Mina elbowed him, and West went flying back from her empowered strength.

“Restrain her!” said a constable.

“Shut up! Curry is rough and spicy!” declared Mina as she easily fought off the policemen.

“Ah!” cried Druitt as he watched. “With her flowing legs carrying her and her inviting hip pose…She is truly like the Kali statue!” He was giggling happily until a constable was thrown on top of him.

“He and Grell should meet one another,” murmured (Y/N) as they readied for a fight. Around them, more people were beginning to glow with malevolent power and try to force their way towards the Queen.

(Y/N) and Ciel moved towards the dais, but several men blocked their way. “They smell…They smell of hatred and desire!” All the infected people turned towards them.

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow. So, they can smell demons and contracts…Interesting.

“The stench of filth,” spat a man.

(Y/N) chuckled darkly. “Filth? Darling, I am sublime.” They took the man’s arm and threw him into another few of the infected.

Sebastian leapt into the crowd with a ladle and fought off several people going for his master and (Y/N). “Are you trying to become like Asura, the one who faced Kali?”

“I’m not a demon who’s going to get killed,” scoffed (Y/N). “I intend to rewrite the legend. Join me?”

“With pleasure,” said Sebastian.

“Stop messing around and stop that Kali,” ordered Ciel, eyebrow twitching at the demons’ dramatics.

“Yes, my Lord,” said Sebastian, and he and (Y/N) jumped into action.

Mina was ferocious as she attacked, moving so quickly she truly did seem to have four arms. (Y/N) and Sebastian matched her, though. She was still but a mortal. The rest of the infected continued attacking people until Agni, reunited with his prince, began defending the people scrambling to escape.

“I shall support you!” said Agni.

“You have become even more powerful. Has something happened?” said (Y/N).

“Yes. Right now, I’m invincible!” said Agni.

“Excellent,” said (Y/N).

“Yes, yes, let’s finish this, now,” said Sebastian, interrupting Agni and (Y/N) speaking.

The three attacked the approaching infected before they reached the Queen. Ciel, the Queen’s butler, and the Queen watched.

“You have most splendid servants, do you not?” remarked the butler. “It seems there will be no need for me to make an appearance. But do you not think this peculiar? If that was the power of the spice, then why is it that just one group of people was affected? If that were the case, there should be many more going out of control.” His gaze darkened. “After all, there is no one in this world who is truly at peace with themselves.”

Ciel made the connection with the curries at the precise moment Mina broke past Agni, Sebastian, and (Y/N) as they fought off the other humans. She ran at the dais angrily, shouting at the world.

“Wait, Mina!” Soma threw himself in front.

“The idiot!” cried Ciel.

Agni’s eyes widened.

Mina slipped on a piece of blue lobster and crashed to the floor. Very anticlimactic.

“Forgive me, Mina!” said Soma, pressing a foot down on her back.

“Sebastian, (Y/N)! The curry buns!” shouted Ciel. “Make them eat the curry buns!”

“Understood,” said Sebastian, picking up a platter. “A kind curry created by a demon.” He tossed several curry buns into infected people’s mouths, and (Y/N) joined him with precision.

How absolutely like him. A completely ironic joke, though Ciel. However, if he has decided to imbue it with kindness, then its power is perfect.

As the infected people were forced to eat the curry bun and taste the sweetness and “kindness” of it, the malevolent aura faded, and they were left looking confused at their own actions.

“M-Mina?” asked Soma.

“Soma? You really are the worst…” she said in quiet disappointment before falling unconscious.

“Her Majesty declares, ‘The kind curry bun is able to subdue evil spice and appease the soul of those in the grip of evil. The Royal Warrant’s destination is clear,’ ” said the Queen’s butler.

“What will happen to them?” said Ciel, watching as the infected, exhausted from the ordeal, were lifted away by doctors and constables called in front outside.

“They will not be mistreated,” said the butler. “Master Ciel, you did a sterling job today. Also, for obtaining the Royal Warrant, I, Ash, congratulate you sincerely. I have a word of appreciation from Her Majesty. Her Majesty declares, ‘I have put you through a great deal of trouble. I am ever watching over your work. I am the light and Master Ciel is the shadow.’ ” Ash bowed and delivered a personal message. “Our positions may be different, but I believe our wishes are the same. Please continue to use your strength for Her Majesty’s benefit in the future.”

“I shall,” said Ciel.

Ash bowed his head once more before turning to Sebastian, (Y/N), and Agni. “And to my fellow servants, thank you for your excellent work in protecting the Queen.”

Agni bowed respectfully, and Sebastian put his hand to his heart. “Of course. What butler would I be if I didn’t?” Sebastian said it with a smile, but (Y/N) could see the same wariness in his eyes. Whatever it was about Ash that set them off was kept carefully guarded. Even Angela had given off more of an air of inhumanity that Ash.

“We are here in service, after all,” said (Y/N), putting a curated smile on their face.

“Quite,” said Ash. He bowed, took (Y/N)’s hand, and kissed the back.

(Y/N)’s nose twitched in annoyance at the touch, and Sebastian’s eyes narrowed.

“Well, then, I shall take my leave,” said Ash, turning and walking back to the Queen’s side.

“Thank you, Ciel,” said Soma. “If I hadn’t met you, I would have remained an ignorant, selfish child. From now on, I’ll learn lots more and travel all over England…No, the world, and become a fine enough man not to lose face to anyone!”

“Master Sebastian, (Y/N),” said Agni. He bowed to them. “The Prince and I have gained so much from you all. I could not begin to thank you.”

“Please, raise your head,” said Sebastian. “I merely fought on my own behalf.”

“We have done nothing to be thanked for,” said (Y/N). “Just as the gods you believe in, Kali and Shiva, could take the pain they held and see their mistakes, so it is with both of you.”

Sebastian’s smile turned cruel as he saw Agni’s eyes shining as he looked at (Y/N), and Sebastian took his attention away from them. “Besides, I doubt a bonding experience without pain would be a fruitful one.”

“To be taught my country’s teachings by an Englishman…I am truly humbled,” said Agni.

“Nationality does not matter. Wherever and whenever you are, there are always similarities,” said Sebastian.

“You are all humans, after all,” said (Y/N).

“That’s true. Just as the sunset by the bank of the Ganges and the sunset of England are both beautiful,” said Agni, staring at (Y/N) and Sebastian as the setting sun shone behind them.

Soma’s eyes turned teary at the beautiful scene and words, and he hugged Ciel tightly. “Oh!”

“Let me go!” complained Ciel.

“I am so glad we came to England,” remarked Agni, smiling at the scene. He turned to Sebastian and (Y/N). “The prince and I have both made friends.”

Sebastian’s eyes widened slightly, and (Y/N) blinked.

“Friends, you say?” murmured Sebastian. “That is the first time someone has called me that.

“Friends…” (Y/N)’s eyes went to Sebastian.

“I hadn’t expected a curry festival to be quite so exciting,” said (Y/N) with a chuckle as they finished cleaning the curry pot beside Sebastian. “I’ll say it again, your contract is a magnet for trouble.”

“When it is a soul such as his, trouble is bound to appear,” said Sebastian. “But that is what will make the end all the more satisfying.”

“I suppose so,” said (Y/N).

Sebastian glanced at them. “I forget that you prefer your fun to be with those your contract competes with.”

“ ‘Compete’ is a tame word,” said (Y/N). “But yes. I find my satisfaction in tearing my contract’s enemies apart. And then, once my contract feels the power and has satisfied their own cravings, they satisfy mine.”

“I wonder, would the humans consider my way or yours more humane?” remarked Sebastian coyly.

“There are reasons different demons are drawn to different summoners,” said (Y/N). They smirked. “But I’ll humor you. Let me ask a question instead.”

“Oh?” Sebastian raised an eyebrow. He had no doubt this would be interesting. (Y/N) never failed to be.

(Y/N) grinned and picked up a curry bun left over from the buffet. “Which one of us created a curry bun imbued with kindness?” They took a bite as they smirked at Sebastian.

His eyes flashed in enjoyment. He had been correct; once again, they did not fail to match wits and come equal to him. Sebastian leaned forward. “I did. But who enjoyed the sweetness?”

(Y/N)’s smirk turned to a smile, and Sebastian faltered for a moment. “If I were to follow a human’s logic, I’d say a ‘friend’ did.”

Sebastian was silent for a moment as he stared at them. There was a challenging look in their eye, although it disguised something else he couldn’t identify, something he had never seen in (Y/N)’s gaze. When he spoke, his words came slowly as if he was considering them carefully.

“A friend…Yes, I suppose that would be true,” said Sebastian. A slight smile quirked the edges of his lips, genuine. “Friends. Yes.”

(Y/N) leaned their head on a hand and smiled at him. Their heart fluttered. “Friends.”

Two demons, friends. Two demons, whose “non-existent” hearts sought just a bit more.

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one0p1nk · 1 month

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What do you love the most about your current friends group?

//No order, I'm mentioning people from mundo server and some other servers btw

Beth -> I love my wife's gentle, softspoken nature. I hope Bethy can feel confident enough to tell me about almost anything because talking with her in the chat is always a blessing to me and i really want her to know that. It was never awkward when I'm with her even when she doesn't speak or not. I love her fav ships they're always so sweet/ih/not sure if it should be pun intended JDBDBDB🥰

Klai -> My henchwoman is incredible, idk but I feel like she has a lot of patience too when interacting with me--- always so understanding with everyone and would try her best to make everyone feel better despite of her own struggles. She's very generous, yes, and how she likes keeping up silly ramblings with me about worlds is what I mostly adore about her. Even solsticea has a special spot in my heart 🥺

Joe -> I love joey/p. They feed me art, they're my supportive dogboy/ih, and I'm glad they existed or else communion and doomed yaoi wouldn't have been in my dictionary DJHDDHDB in other words, I love their humor and friendliness makes me wanna keep them like a pocket friend/ih

Yami -> I love her vibes, I love her art, I love her art streams, I love when I talk to her, and I love her bc she's my angelfish/p🥰 She helps me walk away from dangers that try to reach me sometimes, is fun when she brings me to McDonalds while at it sniffles;;; thanks to her I'm very absorbed to ToD sometimes and still do that, how long was it since HDDBFBFB

Tae -> some of Shrimpy's humor stuck into me/ih and I love hearing her talk. Her voice is very calming to me that it makes me feel quite safe, it really sounds very friendly....;;; Her voice is also iconic i would wish to watch it in a lot of kinds of anime genres no matter if is piece of life or horror, it's incredible the way she narrates or voice acts dialogues in games on stream dhfbfbffb

Sleepy -> I like her art pieces. I want to draw as fast as her but I'd rather polish quality over time in my case since art styles really vary JDBFFBB- I like the moments when she’s glad to try and help people, and try to stay cheerful sometimes despite of the pressure she has to experience at times. I hope in the future these can flourish well and that she gets to achieve her goals somehow no matter how bumpy the road can be for her.

Lupi -> Lupita is supportive and wouldn't hurt me in any form;; despite that I don't see her as often as the others, I feel safe around her like I've never seeing her judge me before or is probably because I don't remember sobs;;; but yeah, she brings good vibes when we're hanging out heheheheh

Al -> I love Al/p for listening to me about Hana's reversed harem stuff and trying to learn dyanthus lore from me back at the lore wide discord server/ih. I love the times we gush over fnaf together too <3/ih and also freaking like how for some reason I imagine you as a squishy entity idk why/lh

Emma -> I love Emma and Tatya and Bartholomew and Georgie and everytime we interact really I love you/p, she has such great charisma and attitude it boosts my confidence and self-esteem a bit sometimes djnnddn saranghae pookie 🫶🌸

Fifi -> Fifita, my precious rat friend and portable incinerator room/hj, I thank her for letting me love and ship her blorbos and draw them JDDBBD her art makes me smile a lot even when she draws her scrunkles, Dreams of delirium is chef's kiss;;;

Anwyll -> Anwy is a new friend I just met, and I'm already holding hands gently with him/p. I love how we have this mutual agreement about pretty blonde boys BDDBFBFBFB--- I love their blorbos too, especially Nevi(hes so pretty i like making Lau rizz him a bit/ih) and Edvin (I love farmers, I think they're so neat as heck)

Mango -> He has a nice sense of humor, I'll take that---/ih I love his art, the way he drew my goofy son once, and how he named almost everyone in dinosaur parody(I'm still sobbing from that JDBDBDB;;) and he's nice to talk with when he's not sus and... confusing, I don't understand what he says sometimes but its best to not know 🤔😊/lh

Kory -> I nearly lost my friend, Korita. It could have been one of my greatest regrets 😔 but anyway, I love her blorbos, but what I mostly love is her been spoody as usual and just taking every problem like a tough one(she's trying her best okay/lh). A nice spooder. 🥺/pos

Mandika -> I get excited when talking to Mandita, it's either neat or concerning/pos. But nonetheless I like receiving these rare art requests from her, it's my excuse to laugh and cry internally at the same time as I enjoy seeing her giggles and go silly JDDBBFFB

Clown -> I love payasito's craziness, that's a very Clown thing to do- even if I can be skeptical when she’s acting 'normal' around their spouse Law sometimes/ih/j

Orange -> magical girl Naranja save me magical girl Naranja;;; SHES TECHNICALLY AN ORANGE!!! A POG, GOOD VIBES ORANGE;; sobs sobs 😭✨️ I love her ideas and her art feels like a cool fresco snacks, and her blorbos are so well designed and written I can distinguished them well JDBFNFN

Nakki -> My brother Nakki is not often around lately, but I appreciate the times he has the patience to teach me and help me with Minecraft/lh. I love his pink lemonade recipe even tho I feel like the way he makes it will be the one overuling my amateur lemonade skills anyway JDBFNFB

Skye -> turns out Skye is held dead and half alive??? But well I love them anyway, still o' glorious in my heart/p. They're the perfect definition of a laid back, modest pookie/ih

Sam -> I love Samito's writings and drawings they make me giggle and kick my feet hehehehehe.... and I recently discovered his Gepard rp interpretation--- I have mixed feelings but at least leaning positive because I love a good humor Geoard once in a while JFBFBGN they really inspired me to ship Orpehmi more often and ngl, it feels nice to covert into it/ih

I feel like I have more friends I haven't mentioned, but just so you know to all of them. I'm glad I've met you guys, you've helped me learn new things and understand from the lessons I have to take myself better with your support, understanding, and patience despite my occasional autistic awkwardness.🥰/lh

#pins speaking

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50 with Bard and Lau Breaking the Rules >:) i loved their dynamic sm platonic or not!

(From this prompt list)

3 rules of London’s underworld and how Lau broke them.

1. Trust no one—

But letting master cook into his bed is a matter of indulgence, not trust; base instinct prompts his body’s response to those often clumsy yet always tender caresses, and any sincerity to the whispered conversations that ensue once they’ve had their fill of each other is a meaningless lapse in Lau’s judgement.

2. Don’t drop your guard—

He groggily rests against Bard’s shoulder the morning after as they sit side-by-side to enjoy a quiet breakfast, tea for Lau, black coffee for master cook, because the chef visits his quarters frequently enough to warrant Lau keeping some at the ready.

3. Never, if you value your life, form attachments—

They share a cigarette before Bardroy leaves; under the pungent tang of ash, Lau detects the flavor of whim ripening into habit, and habit crystallizing into routine.

The smoke fill his lungs regardless, and, when the chef offers him an infectious grin, what can Lau do but smile back?

Holding Bard’s hand, he commits the gravest trespass of all—he dreams of routine culminating in a future, a lifetime of mornings perfumed by coffee and cigarettes.

#kuro asks #kuroshitsuji #bardlau #lau #bardroy #bard #my fic #my writing #drabble prompts #suggestive #a little nervous about how this one turned out #but i hope the bardlau nation accepts my humble offering! 🙏💛🖤

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Ch 189: Bard in the Golden Land

Ch 189 is out in Japan!

“I washed ashore in the Golden Land” is the title.

It’s a short chapter, about 11 pages without much text.

Essentially, it takes place in Bard’s POV while he’s presumably unconscious and dying, maybe even when he’s on the operating table.

Bard opens his eyes to the prairie, and is hit in the head. When he turns to see who or what hit him, he’s shocked to see Jr. He also sees his house and his wife, who welcomes him home.

Bard is filled with happiness; he gets a flash of his time in the manor and his clothes and appearance change from his younger, farmer self to his older, chef self, with a whisk in one hand a land a frying pan in the other.

He tells Joana proudly how he can cook a few things now, including Sunny-side up eggs. Jr loves eggs, he says, so Bard replies that he’ll make him as many as he wants!

Then Sebastian suddenly appears, standing between Bard and his old life.

In his characteristic condescending way, he chides Bard. Does he really want to serve his family his food, when he can’t even get eggs right? 80% of the time he burns them, even if they’re scrambled.

The ground beneath Bard crumbles, and faceless people grab his leg, trying to pull him away from his family— Lau, Ada, and the two men Bard had spoken to at the sanatorium—

Sebastian says he believes Bard needs more training.

And kicks him into the abyss.

The chapter ends with Bard flailing as he falls into the darkness.

Please credit me if you use my ss or translations. I’m happy to share as long as you respect the time, spoons, and money I put into these each month. Tyvm

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Don't You Kiss Me Once or Twice - Chapter 3

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Jessica Anderson is Elvis Presley's assistant and after months of working together, slowly something sparks between them. Friendship? Or is it more? [ Fem!Reader ]

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+), Slowburn

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The last few weeks in Vegas flew by. Vegas was always hectic because it was back to back shows, barely any breaks. The constant running around and making sure every show goes smoothly was exhausting. I still have no idea how Elvis pours his heart into every single show day in and day out. Twice a night.

Safe to say that I was extremely happy to be going home. By home I mean Graceland.

After a few hours of travel we were finally home. Everyone got to bed super early since everyone was exhausted. I was up a bit earlier before just to quickly run to the store and get groceries since it’s been a few weeks since we’ve been home, the fridge was pretty empty. I parked one of Elvis’ old trucks because it terrified me to drive his newer cars, I was still scared to drive any of his cars but I didn’t have one so I usually borrowed his but I didn’t really use his car if it was for personal reasons.

Passing through the fans and security guards by the gate, I stopped directly in front of the steps that lead to the house so I could easily bring in the groceries. I was on my second trip to get the rest of the bags when Elvis came down the stairs, dressed for the day.

“Hey Doll.”

“Hey, you’re up early.”

“Yeah, I’m craving Martha’s breakfast.” He yawned slightly. Martha is the chef at Graceland “What are you doin’?” He asked as I walked out of the open front door.

“Getting the groceries.”

“Why is no one helping you?” He asked, following me out to the truck.

“Well, everyone is busy and I don’t want to bother them.“

I replied and grabbed some bags to take inside when I saw him also reach into the truck to grab the rest of the bags.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Don’t worry about it. Plus I can carry more at a time.” He replied grabbing three bags in each hand while I had two in each.

I stopped walking up the steps and turned slowly “You think you’re stronger than me?” I quirked an eyebrow.

He smirked “I know I am.”

“Just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean I’m weaker than you.”

He chuckled “I never said that!”

I walked down the steps and back to the truck with determination.

“Jess.” Elvis laughed “You’re strong! We get it!”

“No. I can carry more bags.” I said and grabbed two more bags to match him.

“See.” I said, walking past him and up the steps, struggling slightly.

As I reached the top of the step, one of the bags that held the milk carton tore and the carton smacked the floor, milk splashing everywhere.

I gasped, my shoes and feet getting soaked with milk.

Elvis burst out laughing, throwing his head back.

I turned around to face him, my jaw wide open “Oh. My. God.”

“Oh my god! I have tears in my eyes!” Elvis was still laughing his ass off.

I started laughing because even though the situation was funny and a bit embarrassing, seeing Elvis almost pee his pants was way more hilarious.

“That’s what you get for trying to be cocky.” He said between laughs, basically gasping out the words.

“I fucking hate you.” I said, still chuckling but calming down from the laughter. I dropped the bags inside being careful not to put milk soaked feet into the house.

“I was trying to help you! How am I the asshole in this situation!”

I huffed and side stepped the puddle of milk to remove my shoes and socks.

“What happened?” Jerry asked appearing from the doorway. Jerry was sleeping over because we came in pretty late and him and Grace wanted to have breakfast with everyone before the break. Even though our break had already technically started since we finished last night’s show.

“Someone made a mess.” Elvis pointed and walked into the house, taking the bags with him.

“It wasn’t my fault!” I yelled after him.

“Sore loser who can’t carry some little bags!” He yelled back. I laughed and rolled my eyes, knowing that he was just trying to annoy me.

“You two are like little kids sometimes.” Jerry shook his head still standing by the doorway.

After breakfast we went down to see the newly installed Racquetball court.

“Remember the last game we played?” Jerry asked me.

“You mean the game where I beat your butt?” I smirked, if you couldn’t tell I was very competitive especially in sports and games.

Jerry and I usually played racquetball together sometimes Grace would join with a friend and we would play doubles.

“Wow. You play racquetball?” Elvis asked as we all stood inside to take a better look at the court.

“Yeah and I love it.”

“Don’t even think of playing with her.” Jerry pointed.

“Oh yeah. She doesn’t care who she hurts as long as she wins.” Grace said joining us on the court.

“Oh come on. I’m not that bad.” I poked Grace’s shoulder.

Grace widened her eyes and shook her head at me.

“I’m actually kind of hurt that you never invited me to come and play with you guys. How come you go with Jerry and not me?” Elvis asked.

I rubbed my arm and shrugged “You have a really busy schedule plus I didn’t think you would want to play racquetball with your assistant.”

Elvis still kept looking at me with a look on his face that I’ve never seen.

“Well we now have a court right here and we can all play together!” I said, opening my arms and gesturing to the court we were standing on.

“Great idea! We can play couple vs couple!” Grace said.

“No! I don’t want to play with Elvis!” I argued.

“Ouch doll.” Elvis frowned, placing his hand over his chest “I’m a good player.”

“No.” I chuckled “I want to beat you not play with you.”

Elvis chuckled and shook his head.

“Fine. Couple vs couple.” I agreed.

Everyone quickly went to change and came back. I was dressed in little biker black shorts and a tank top. Elvis wore tight little navy shorts with a white shirt.

“Let’s go Presley!” I grinned at him, taking my position.

Elvis gave me his famous sideways grin.

“Let’s do it Anderson.”

“Take it easy, we’re not in an actual competition.” Jerry pointed at us, knowing Elvis and I were extremely competitive.

We started the game and instantly, Grace missed and we won a point.

“That was practice! It doesn’t count.” Grace said.

Elvis and I smiled and gave each other a look. We are so winning this.

We had been playing for almost 20 minutes and we decided to take a break. Elvis and I were currently winning and we were all sweating pretty heavily since we were taking this very seriously.

I went forward to grab the ball, I leaned down and grabbed the ball off of the ground, turning around I saw Elvis quickly look away. I furrowed my brows as he turned and walked out of the court to get water, Jerry following him out.

“Okay now I wasn’t drunk when that happened.” Grace said, her and I are the only ones in the court with the door closed.

“What?”

“Elvis was full on staring at your ass when you bent down!”

I gasped “Grace! He’s my boss!”

“I saw him look at your legs multiple times! And he was full on staring at your ass! Especially in those tight little biker shorts your wearing.”

I groaned, tightening my high ponytail “Stop doing that, you’ll make it weird between us.”

“It’s already weird Jess. He was jealous that you were playing racquetball with Jerry and not him.”

“He was not.” I looked through the glass and saw them walking back “Shh! They’re coming back!”

“This is so not over Jessica Anderson.” Grace pointed as I threw her the ball.

The game was getting more intense, everyone was giving it their all, we were all breathing heavily when Elvis was able to hit it really hard, making both Grace and Jerry miss the ball.

“Yes!” Elvis and I cheered. I hopped up and down with a huge grin on my face, as Elvis turned around to face me with the same beaming grin on his face.

I jumped up and hugged Elvis.

Elvis laughed and wrapped his arms around me, tightening his hold slightly lifting me off the ground.

He had this manly musk with a hint of sandalwood scent to him. And it was hot. I felt tiny in his arms. I froze slightly realizing I had never hugged him before. I was the one to let go of him first but my feet were still an inch higher than the floor. Realizing I had let him go, Elvis slowly dropped me on my feet to the floor. We were still standing very close to each other, breathing in each other. His arms were still hung loosely around my waist. I gulped when his eyes trailed down to my lips, his lips were slightly gaping, still breathing heavily from the game.

I cleared my throat “I need water.” I said, Elvis’ arms retuned back to his side. I quickly turned and left the court to grab my water bottle.

I didn’t dare to look back at Elvis and I didn’t dare to look at Grace.

I took a deep breath, pretending like nothing happened and going back in.

“Play 5 more points and done?” Jerry asked as I walked in.

“Yeah I’m pretty tired.” Grace agreed while Elvis and I nodded silently, without looking at each other. I kind of avoided his gaze because I was still hot and bothered from the close proximity we had just been in. I shouldn't have hugged him.

We started the game back up again. Elvis and I were still ahead in the points but I was kind of distracted thinking about that hug and his large hands wrapped around my waist. And god! How did he smell so good while being sweaty as hell.

I lunged forward to hit the ball, just as my right foot touched the floor it twisted and I fell to the floor.

“Fuck!” I yelled, letting go of the racquet and grabbing my right foot in pain.

“Shit!” Elvis ran towards me and bent down “Are you okay Jess?”

“No, no, no.” I whispered to myself, my eyes squeezed shut in pain.

Grace and Jerry also came around to see me.

“Are you okay?” Jerry asked.

Elvis placed a hand on my shoulder, warmth spreading from my shoulder, down to my arm “Jess?”

“I’m fine.” I replied, still clutching my foot.

“Liar.” Elvis replied, smiling slightly when I opened my eyes to look at him “Just take a few minutes and breathe.” He squeezed my shoulder then rubbed my arm up and down.

After a few seconds, I tried getting up. Elvis reached down and grabbed my hand to help me stand up.

“Try to put some weight on it, see if you can stand.” Grace said.

“Ouch.” I said, sharp pain spreading across my foot “It hurts. I don't think I can walk on it right now.”

“Okay, come on let’s take you upstairs and get you some ice doll.” Elvis said, crouched down so that I can wrap an arm around his shoulders while he wrapped an arm around me waist.

“Thank you.” I said “We still won by the way.” I continued which made all of them burst out in laughter.

“Even when you’re hurt you’re still thinking about the game doll?” Elvis asked, still chuckling.

“No, we didn't finish the game!” Jerry argued.

“Technically you forfeit.” Grace added as we walked out of the court.

“No! We were ahead in the points.” I replied.

“Jess is right. We won.” Elvis replied.

Elvis pulled me along to the stairs and waited patiently as I hopped one step at time.

“I don’t think you’ll get there anytime soon.” Grace said from behind us.

I huffed, annoyed at the whole situation but I knew I just needed to rest and ice it so hopefully I can walk on it tomorrow. I had twisted my ankle before so I know its not broken.

“She’s right doll.” Elvis pointed out “I know you’ll protest if I ask you, so I won’t.”

I turned my head towards him with furrowed eyebrows, confused when all of a sudden he placed his arm behind me knees and lifted me up, bridal style in his arms.

“Elvis!” I gasped and automatically wrapped my arm around his neck.

“Shh doll. You can say you hate me all you want but we need to move.” Elvis replied, walking up the steps with me in his arms.

“This is so embarrassing.” I said and hid my face into the side of his neck.

Elvis laughed, I could feel the vibrations of his chuckle from his neck. Realizing what I was doing I quickly moved my face away from his neck.

Elvis took me to the living room and set me down gently on the couch as Grace brought an ice pack from the kitchen. He slowly took off my shoes and socks with such tenderness, it was really cute. He then situated a pillow under my foot to keep it elevated and grabbed the ice pack from Grace, placing it on my now somewhat bruised ankle.

“I can give you a foot rub if you want.” He said softly, while still holding the ice pack on my ankle.

“I think it would be too painful for that.” I replied. I could feel the faint blush on my cheeks from the whole situation. My boss was literally icing my ankle and asking me if I wanted a foot rub.

#elvis presley #austin butler elvis #elvis songs #elvis 2022 #elvis movie #austin elvis imagine #austin!elvis x reader #elvis x reader #elvis x you #elvis x y/n #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley x you #elvis presley x y/n #elvis x oc #elvis presley x oc

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Two of the Phantomhive boy’s most powerful pawns.. finding out they work really well together. 🖤🤍

#Picrew #kuroshitsuji #Bardroy #Bard #Lau #Bardlau #also them in casual wear..#*chefs kiss*

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I can't recall where I saw the recommendation for The Legendary Life of Queen Lau, but as soon as I saw Li Hongyi was a lead, I was willing to give it a try.

Queen Lau is *such* a fun show. Do not expect historical accuracy. AT ALL. But I'm fine with that - they know they're being silly and they're all enjoying it.

This happens anytime I actually enjoy a cdrama, even a bit. I end up finding a new actor (or more than one) that wins me over. It took me a hot second to realize Bai Shu also played the second Lord Langya in The Blood of Youth; I still love him in this, too. BUT!

Li Jiaqi. She is a queen (literally in the show). I love her. I adore her. She wins over (nearly) everyone with how she takes on life and challenges. Seeing the way her maid quickly warmed to her and then ended up on her side ~ just chef's kiss. Figuring out that the sister needs love & attention and giving them ~ so heart-warming!

Maybe Li Jiaqi's not exactly like Jinfeng in real life (I wouldn't know), but how can I not enjoy her performance?! What other show can I watch with her, that's halfway decent?

Anyway, this might be my first cdrama where the female lead doesn't have a slim, tiny face. She actually reminds me more of Chinese tapestries and paintings of court ladies than most modern actresses. That plus her wonderful personality just makes the queen/empress a gem.

Excitement about actors playing wonderful comedic characters aside, I like that they make the emperor essentially an immature teenager trying to be an adult in a really hard situation. Does he wrongly think that his new queen is a spy for her father? Yes, but his stance is understandable. His arrogance has logical reasons, and he does come to love and care for her. I'm wiling to wait to see if he will mature, so long as Jinfeng wants to give him that chance.

The one character I just CANNOT stand is her father.

*spoilers*

Just because he's not actually "evil" doesn't mean he should be able to handwave the way he treats everyone, save our female lead's mom.

The way he's written, he's just a jerk, on many different levels. If you wanted to train up a good emperor, there are better ways than setting his back up, making him look bad, humiliating him, and putting him so at odds with you that he's willing to believe anyone else. If you hate your job, then make him a good leader faster so you can retire.

There are ways to write this role so we (the audience) symphathize with him enough to get through their power clashes. But the writers didn't do that. I just despise him, to the point that I skip over what are (probably) important scenes, to avoid having to watch him be condescending.

Despite this one gripe I am thoroughly enjoying it.

Next comedy on my list is Dear Diary (My Babylonian Lover).

#the legendary life of queen lau #我叫刘金凤 #li hongyi #shows i'm watching #cdrama #li jiaqi #jinfeng #yunzhang #bai shu

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“Long Time No See”: Tony Leung, Faye Wong’s IG Reunion Has Fans Reminiscing About Chungking Express

We're all California Dreamin' now.

by Jonathan Fam

We so were not expecting this. Carina Lau set IG ablaze this afternoon (Oct 25) when she posted a photo of her husband Tony Leung with — wait for this — Faye Wong.

Her caption? A succinct and apt “Long time no see”.

If there’s anyone more low-key than Tony, it’s the enigmatic Faye.

The last time the 54-year-old pop diva was photographed in public was in April, when she was seen, um, roughing it out with other travellers on a crowded airport shuttle in China. Hardly glamorous stuff.

Faye is one of Carina’s closest pals and longtime mahjong kaki. Stories of their mahjong sessions are part of pop culture folklore, with Carina, 57, once saying in an interview that she can easily tell when Faye has a good or bad hand.

Tony, 61, and Faye have starred in three movies together: Chungking Express (1994), Chinese Odyssey 2002, and 2046 (2004).

Their pairing in Chungking Express — he as a lovesick beat cop, and she, a quirky snack bar worker — one of the most iconic in Asian cinema.

Fans, of course, took to comments section to rave about the meetup and share screengrabs of the stars in Chungking Express.

“I wanna cry. Eating chef’s salad and fish and chips to celebrate,” read one comment, an obvious reference to the items Tony’s character Cop 663 orders from Faye’s snack bar.

There were also references to 'California Dreamin'', the Mama and the Papas song that Faye's character listened to repeatedly in the movie.

Most netizens were excited to see Faye on Instagram, with a number of comments praising her for looking as gorgeous as ever.

We don’t know about you, but we’re definitely rewatching Chungking Express after this.

(SOURCE)

----------------------- Legendary actor Tony Leung and singer Faye Wong reunite, capturing the hearts of fans with iconic photo

By Dimsumdaily Hong Kong

25th October 2023 – (Hong Kong)

In a long-awaited reunion, renowned actor Tony Leung and legendary singer Faye Wong recently came together, sparking excitement among their fans.

The elusive Faye Wong, met with Leung, her frequent collaborator, in a gathering that delighted onlookers. In a heartwarming photo, Wong can be seen holding onto Leung’s arm as they lean against each other, both wearing radiant smiles. Despite the passing years, their timeless beauty remains unchanged.

The release of this iconic photo instantly stirred up a frenzy among netizens, evoking nostalgic memories of their previous collaborations in films such as “Chungking Express” and “Chinese Odyssey.”

Wong appeared in a vibrant red top, paired with a denim jacket, exuding a sweet and enchanting aura. Her light makeup accentuated her rosy complexion, while her fresh and breezy short hair added to her overall elegance, earning her widespread praise as a true ageless goddess.

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----------------------- 'I never thought the day would come': Netizens reminisce over Tony Leung and Faye Wong's reunion

By Syarifah Nadhirah Nearly two decades after their last movie together, Hong Kong veteran actor Tony Leung and Chinese diva Faye Wong have reunited.

Tony's wife, actress Carina Lau, uploaded a photo of the duo today (Oct 25) in a joint Instagram post with Tony.

The iconic reunion comes 19 years after 2046, the 2004 film Tony and Faye starred in together.

"Long time no see," wrote Carina with a heart emoji.

The pair could be seen standing close together, with Faye, 54, leaning her head towards Tony, 61.

Tony, as usual, had a slightly awkward smile.

Besides 2046, Tony and Faye also co-starred in the 1994 hit film Chungking Express and 2002 movie Chinese Odyssey 2002.

Netizens in the comment section reminisced about the past, with many bringing up Chungking Express where the pair played onscreen lovers.

"Chungking Express couple pairing… I looped the movie so many times because of you two" said one netizen.

"I never thought the day would come when I could see the two of you together!" commented another.

Another pleaded: "Please post more videos and photos. It's been a long time since I saw Faye."

Others remarked how Faye looked like she hasn't aged and that the two are "still elegant and charming."

(SOURCE)

#faye wong #王菲 #tony leung #梁朝偉

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I kicked off my birthday month by rereading Pacts and Predicaments after recommending it on a particular subreddit and it had been a minute since I'd revisited one of my favorite kinky couples. Several books I'd been waiting for came out in March, so it was a great reading month. Favorites this month were Black AF History, The Fractured Dark, James, The Other Side of Disappearing, and There's Always This Year. I own Pacts and Predicaments and Black AF History, which I listened to on Libby. I also listened to There's Always This Year on Libby because I love when Hanif narrates his own books. Everything else was from either Hoopla or Libby.

Pacts and Predicaments - Jo Henny Wolf

The One in My Heart - Sherry Thomas

The Night Eaters, Book 2: Her Little Reapers - Marjorie Liu and Sana Takeda* **

Beneath the Trees Where Nobody Sees #1, #2, #3 - Patrick Horvath

Meegan (Loose Ends #3) - Rebekah Weatherspoon**

The Sitcom Star (Chu's Restaurant #1) - Jackie Lau* **

Black AF History: The Un-Whitewashed Story of America - Michael Harriot* **

The Reluctant Hearththrob (Chu's Restaurant #2) - Jackie Lau* **

The Fractured Dark (The Devoured Worlds #2) - Megan E. O'Keefe

Wandering Stars - Tommy Orange* **

The Ones Who Got Away (The Ones Who Got Away #1) - Roni Loren

Sweetest Scoundrel (Maiden Lane #9) - Elizabeth Hoyt

James - Percival Everett* **

Chef's Kiss (Chef's Kiss #1) - TJ Alexander

Chef's Choice (Chef's Kiss #2) - TJ Alexander

The Other Side of Disappearing - Kate Clayborn

Sunflowers - Keezy Young

There's Always This Year - Hanif Abdurraqib* **

* = author(s) of color

** = main character(s) of color

#march reads #romance novels #horror comics #bookblr #forgot to post this

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The following is the lineup for the polls by date, made using a random number generator. New characters introduced in chapter 199 will automatically be added to the end of the roster.

April 19th - April 26th

Chlaus

Rian Stoker

Lord Ackroyd's son

FOL Orphanage staff

Timber

Claude Faustus

Tanaka

Conny

Emily

Baldroy / Bard / Baldo

Finnian / Finny

Sharpe Hanks

Mabel

Burnett

April 20th - April 27th

Soma's elephant

Beast

Sophie Smith

Theodore

Finny's hat

Funtom Corporation's unicorn suit

Karl Woodley

Oscar

Chris Heathfield

Sieglinde Sullivan

Fred Abberline

Stella Rose

Charles Phipps

the orphan that called Sebastian an old guy

April 21st - April 28th

Nick

Joanne Harcourt

Purple House dorm master

Agni / Arshad Satyendra Iyer

Yana Toboso

Grete Hilbard

the Mad Dog of Venice

Abbie

Johnny

Mina

Rachel Phantomhive

Charles Phipps's chicken

Haku

Sascha

April 22nd - April 29th

Jumbo

Mrs. Mayell

Goethe

the Rowdy Count

Georg von Siemens

Margaret Connor

Cedric Brandel

Mathilda Simmons

Wendy

Sam / Old Man Sam

Grelle Sutcliff

Ellery Nixon

Eric Slingby

April 23rd - April 30th

Edward Midford

Luka Macken

Queen Victoria

Lord Ackroyd

Layla

the other children in the lab Finny was kept in

Betty

Reaper trainees

Green House dorm master

Vincent Phantomhive

Drossel Keinz

Kelvin

Lawrence Bluewer's sisters

Charles Grey

April 24th - May 1st

Margaret Turner

Akashi

Snake

Edgar Redmond

Derrick Arden

Ronald Knox

Aurora Society member

Bloodbath Johnny

Wilde

Soma Asman Kadar

Claude's birds

Sebastian's silverware

Chef Rickman

Susannah Connor

April 25th - May 2nd

Susan

Artie

Damian

John Brown

Saneatsu Nekoma

Peter

Lawrence Anderson / Pops

Chef Wollest

Chris Heathfield's maids

demon Crow

Nina's assistants

Ludger

Prince Albert puppet

Miranda

April 26th - May 3rd

Blavat Sky

Vicar Rathbone

Julius Pitt

walking stick shopkeeper

Grimsby Keane

Ciel's horse

Edward V

Jay the Undertaker

Gregory Violet

Canterbury

Jeremy Rathbone

Doctor

the cat from the live action movie

Henry Barrymore

April 27th - May 4th

Lawrence Bluewer

Prince Albert

Higham

the Panzer

the train kidnapper

Donne

Heinrich

Chef Lach

Dagger

Doll / Freckles

Sam's grandson

Bitter Rabbit

Japanese man with a katana

"Ciel" Phantomhive / Our Ciel / O!Ciel

April 28th - May 5th

Mey-Rin

Undertaker's mourning lockets

Webster

Purple House prefect from Vincent's year

Patrick the Grey Wizard

Diedrich

Johann Agares

Bronte

Carter

Othello

the cultists

Baldroy Jr.

John Brown's horse

Sphere Music Hall staff

April 29th - May 6th

Jackknife Haywood

Nina Hopkins

William's death scythe

Angela Blanc

Wolfram Gelzer

McDowell

Ronald's lawnmower

Arthur Randall

Aleister Chamber / Viscount of Druitt

Keats

Annie

Terry

Hao

Maria

April 30th - May 7th

Irene Diaz

Polaris

beggar boy that Soma gives a necklace to, mother, and baby brother

kenpo master

Red House dorm master

Ran-Mao

Shiori Genpou

Cedric K. Ros

Lau

Clayton

William T. Spears

Patrick Phelps

Japanese woman with a lunchbox

Oliver

May 1st - May 8th

Arthur Conan Doyle

the bear

Grelle's chainsaw

Trancy / Former Head Trancy

Richard

Aristocrat of Evil with the scarred face

the archeologist

Joker

Jan

the cats Sebastian rescues from the rain

Hilde Dickhaut

Rin

Cloudia Phantomhive

"Deer"

May 2nd - May 9th

King's Bear prostitutes

McMillan

"Her"

Undertaker's death scythe

Daniel

Ginny

Sieglinde Sullivan's father

Charles Bennett Sato

demon Ciel

Ada

Arnold Trancy

Ciel Phantomhive bizarre doll / Real Ciel / R!Ciel

Arihito Genpou

Thomas Wallis

May 3rd - May 10th

Chef Tarpin

Queen Victoria (Season 1)

Lau's ladies

Fennian

Harold West Jeb

Nicholas

Professor Sullivan / village crone

Anne Drewanz

CGI horses / driver

Margaret Connor's father

Ciel Phantomhive child / R!Ciel child

Jane

Paula

Wordsworth

May 4th - May 11th

Maurice Cole

Alexis Leon Midford

bizarre dolls

the turnspit dog

the "werewolves"

O!Ciel's land renters

priest

Pluto

Sebastian the dog

Red House prefect from Vincent's year

the Sebastian Roomba

bizarre doll horses

Baldroy's cow

Undertaker

May 5th - May 12th

Hanae Wakatsuki

the iceberg

Alan Humphries

Ash Landers

Thompson

Snake's unnamed snakes

Milly

Munemitsu Aoki

Alois Trancy / Jim Macken

Elizabeth Midford / Lizzy

Aurora Society purified water seller

Drossel's dolls

the timetable guy

Herman Greenhill

May 6th - May 13th

Azzurro Vanel

William's pigeons

Joanna

Reaper managers

Dove

Countess Trancy and her baby

German countryman

Scotland Yard officers

Haku's henchman

Lorraine McDowell

demon "pet" (the xenomorph)

Hannah Annafellows

Angelina Dalles / Madam Red / Aunt An

Pitt

May 7th - May 14th

Vincent Phantomhive's staff

Paul Jones

Francis Midford

Sebastian Michaelis

Cheslock

Phantomhive family ring

James

Edward Abberline

Baron Ridley

Sebastian's owl

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Do you suspect that we'll soon see Madam Red AKA Rachael's sister Angela, as a bizarre doll acting as a nun doctor/nurse at the F.O.L. orphanage?

Madam Red at F. O. L.?

No. And not just because I don't think she should be brought back as a bizarre doll.

Storytelling-wise, it won't help anyone for her to be at the orphanage. Makes sense for Doll to end up there, since this might give Snake some closure... while it emotionally scars him. And one bizarre doll there is enough.

But Snake never met Madam Red, so she would mean nothing to him. Finny did briefly meet her, but he has no personal ties to her... and he knows she's dead, so seeing her there would probably make Finny go into berserker mode or something. Automatic red flag 🚩 for sure! If someone he knows is dead shows up there, it would take all his attention away from Doll, and that could be disastrous.

Besides, which blood type would Madam Red require... or would she be more like Agares at Weston? There already isn't enough blood to go around for the lords of the stars. And, unless Layla/Al needs to be replaced, there's no need for another advanced bizarre doll. Madam Red could only replace Layla/Al if their blood types are the same. We also have to keep in mind the fact that these assignments are happening at the same time:

Mey-Rin and Ran-Mao are dealing with Jane and Heathfield, who each mention the idea of reviving the dead with souls of the same shape. Blood is definitely being collected. There's no reaper present, and everyone survives. Jane leaves but gives a cliffhanger that she might return. Heathfield is arrested. Polaris gets the details and reports back to Undertaker and real Ciel.

Baldo and Lau are getting help from Ada and a reaper (Ronald) while dealing with a bizarre doll (Layla/Al) and delivery people for the blood that's obviously being collected. So far, the only deaths have been those delivery people sent by the Aurora Society (and a couple unfortunate pigs). William shows up just in time to help Ronald with Layla/Al. But there is a huge cliffhanger here, because we don't know:

If Ronald and William get Layla/Al to the reaper organization.

If Baldo and the others get out of and completely away from the sanatorium before the Aurora Society finds out and sends someone, like Polaris, after them.

What report will be made to Undertaker and real Ciel, by whom.

Finny and Snake should get help from someone (not sure who just yet) to deal with Doll (and possibly someone else on the staff). We haven't met the head chef and some of the other staff members, and there's still a chance for a reaper to show up. If we don't see a reaper, chances are good that everyone at the orphanage survives (except Doll, but only by default). I'm hoping that Finny and Snake can save Ginny (the Corgi girl who isn't fond of horses) from her premature fledging day. But there's so much going on here, and I'm not sure how Theo holds the key to it all... unless he starts talking about Doll's other "friends", since he's already shown discomfort when Doll refers to Snake and Finny as her friends. There might be another major cliffhanger, or we might get an outcome with a report. Idk 🤷🏻‍♀️

Our earl and Sebastian are at the resort hotel in Brighton, and all we know is that the person who runs it is associated with the Aurora Society, the quality is top-notch while the rates are low, and some people supposedly like the place so much that they extend their holidays to stay. Honestly, I think that's (mostly) a lie... and that the truth is more like people are being kept against their wills (kind of like all those maids being drugged at Heathfield's manor) for blood collection. They might not keep everyone, but they must be keeping quite a few beyond their original plans. Those who are still there of their own accord, however, probably are quite pleased with the services. Some might be giving blood willingly, believing it's a health benefit.

Again, all of these assignments are overlapping in the timeline. That means Finny and Snake are at the orphanage and already interacting with Doll before Ronald and William capture Layla/Al. At this time, no one knows that Layla/Al might be incapacitated. So, there's no known need to replace a lord. And I doubt Undertaker keeps backups ready to go. Not when we are talking about such advanced bizarre dolls.

Only the last assignment, with our earl and Sebastian at the resort hotel, might continue past the other three. Reports might reach them about the other assignments while they are still there. Undertaker and real Ciel might show up at the end of the Brighton assignment, forced to confront our earl and Sebastian directly, because the other three facilities have been shut down by our earl's other helpers.

By then, what point would there be in someone saying to our earl that Madam Red's reanimated corpse showed up at the orphanage in Norfolk? No point at all. I mean, I guess he'd be shocked, since he attended her funeral and, presumably, also her burial. So, it would anger him that Undertaker would either dig her body back up or bury her casket without her body inside. But... it truly might not hit him too hard without seeing her himself. So. Really not much point, story-wise, for her to be at the orphanage, where our earl doesn't see her with his own eyes.

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