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dollfacefantasy · 7 months

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Blue Jeans

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: request from @agent-dessis-posts - leon is looking extra fine in his jeans and when he gets out of the shower. you can't help if you stare... and maybe do a little more. i hope you enjoy!! (sorry i couldn't find a pic of him in jeans for the header)

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v

word count: 2k

a/n: hello fantasizers! (that's what i'm calling you guys now cause i am delusional) back again! thank you all for encouraging my flip phone delusions on my last post. this post is a request. if you sent me a request, know that i am working on it as fast as i can. just be patient with me pretty please :) as always i'm giving you 1000 smooches for your reblogs or comments (they really make me smile and laugh so tysm) <3

Leon looked extra good today. You didn’t think he did anything different to his look this morning, but something about him was hitting you just right today. It was like you couldn’t help but stare at him since he had come home from work. You were trying to get some of your own work done on your laptop at the dining table, but he was unknowingly making that a challenge for you.

He was reclined on the couch, sprawled across it with his arms behind his head, half-paying attention to whatever was playing on the tv. His thick biceps emerged from his tight white t-shirt and framed his face. The thin fabric did little to hide the definition of his toned abdomen and chest.

Your eyes trailed down his body from your place across the room, settling on his jeans. The way he filled them out was driving you a special kind of crazy today. His muscular thighs wrapped tight in that blue denim. You feel like you can practically see the outline of his dick against the material. Soon, he starts to sit up and you avert your eyes back to your screen.

Leon walks over to the kitchen, seemingly unaware of your ogling. He has his back to you while he surveys the fridge for a snack. You try not to drool as you continue to gawk at him. The muscles of his back were all but visible through that white shirt. But even better than that, your favorite part, his ass. Looking like it was sculpted by an actual god, you had to stop yourself from openly salivating over your boyfriend standing just a few feet away from you.

He turns around, again snapping you out of your lustful daze. This time, he catches it though. A slight smirk appears on his face.

“You know, honey, I could just give you a picture. You could clip it to your laptop, so that way you can at least pretend you’re working,” he says. So he had noticed.

“Oh shut up,” you say with a roll of your eyes, “Like you don’t want the attention. You’re laid up like a fucking Calvin Klein ad.”

“I never said I didn’t enjoy it,” he says, his smirk growing as he walks to you. He kisses the top of your head and rubs your shoulder in a way he knows will work you up.

You look up at him, half-unamused, half-needy. You wrap your arms around his waist from where you sit, sliding a hand beneath his t-shirt to feel his skin.

“Maybe, you could give me some attention in return. Might help me focus,” you suggest as you drag your nails lightly over his side.

“Nope, you’ve got to finish your work, and I’m going to shower,” he says, kissing the top of your head.

“Boo, you’re no fun,” you say before pinching his side and snaking your hand out of his shirt.

He lets out a quiet laugh and shakes his head. “Be good while I’m gone,” he teases.

“Mhm,” you hum. As he begins walking away, you smack his ass, your hand making a muffled clap against the denim-covered flesh.

He turns his head, also trying to seem unamused now, but you can see the love in his eyes. You smile innocently at him.

“Mhm,” he repeats sarcastically.

“I hate to see you leave, but I love to watch you go,” you tease as he exits the room.

It isn’t long before you hear the shower turning on in the master bathroom. It takes a minute, but with him out of the room, you’re able to focus enough to get a substantial amount of work done. You’re clacking away at your keyboard, lost in thought, not really noticing how much time has passed or that the shower has shut off.

Your concentration is shattered, however, when your personal work of art himself comes strolling past you into the kitchen with nothing on but a towel around his waist. It seemed like he was glistening, every muscle shimmering in the aftermath of his shower. The towel hung low on his waist, accentuating his v-line and exposing his happy trail. The smell of his shampoo engulfs you as he struts by without giving you a second look.

Internally, you felt like a cartoon character with your jaw dropped and tongue rolled out, an outline of your heart beating against your shirt. You try to keep it cool though and not let on how desperately you want him right now.

“Really?” you ask incredulously, “That’s how you wanna play?”

“Am I not allowed to walk through my own living room now because it distracts you?” he asks, “I know I’m pretty babe, but c’mon.”

You can hear that teasing lilt in his voice and it’s just stoking the flames of arousal inside you more. You close your laptop and stand up. Coming up behind Leon, you lace your arms around his waist and press your cheek to the warm skin of his back.

“You’re very pretty,” you agree, “My beautiful guy. Who’s also an attention whore.”

“I’m an attention whore for existing in your vicinity?” he asks, turning around in your hold so that he’s facing you. He returns the embrace and rubs your back with his thumb.

“Yeah, but don’t worry, you’re my attention whore,” you coo and squeeze your arms around him.

“I guess that’s ok then…” he says as he tilts your chin up and connects your lips in a soft kiss.

You return the affection, your need pouring through your actions. His scent overwhelmed you in such close proximity. You move your mouth with his while your hands glide down to his waist. A couple of your fingers slip beneath his towel, gently tugging it loose. The cloth starts to fall from his hips, but he catches the center, holding it so it still covers his length.

You break from kissing for a moment to catch your breath and take in the sight before you. The gray towel hanging between his legs, leaving his thighs and and hips exposed. You look him up and down, and your hands lower to his ass to feel up the muscles there.

“Like what you see?” he murmurs as you make out.

“Mhm,” you hum, not moving your lips away from his long enough to speak.

He backs the two of you up toward the counter, spins you around, and bends you over the cool marble. You feel both of his hands gripping your hips and the towel now crumpled on the floor against your ankle. He then slides his palms over your ass, kneading the flesh before giving it a firm smack. Sliding himself between your legs, he rubs his semi-hard cock against you over your shorts.

“This what you wanted, sweetheart?” he breathes, his voice raspier as he rocks his hips back and forth, “This what got you so hot when you’re supposed to be working?”

“What can I say? You’re irresistible,” you tease, but it comes out more as more of a moan than you intend.

“Cute,” he chuckles before pulling down your shorts and panties, letting them fall to the floor with his towel.

He drags his tip up and down your folds, teasing you as the head nudges your clit. You’re gripping the edge of the countertop as a whine falls from your lips.

“Baby, no more teasing,” you whimper.

“My eager girl. So impatient,” he says as he finally pushes himself inside of you.

You had been trying to think of a reply, but your thoughts get hazy as his cock fills you. You groan, and your head falls forward to rest against the smooth tile. That doesn’t last long because Leon’s hand is in your hair a second later, lifting your head back up and turning it slightly to face him.

“C’mon sweet girl, you were staring so much, now you can’t even keep your head up?” he grunts as he pumps in and out.

You whine and nod, letting his grip support the weight of your head. He smacks your ass again in time with a deep thrust and a strangled moan falls from your lips. You bite your lip as your eyes flutter.

“That’s right, baby. Let me clear that pretty little head so you can work. Can’t think straight unless you’ve had me inside you, yeah? It’s all you care about till you’ve had your fill,” he rasps and grips your hips harder.

His eyes roll back momentarily as your walls squeeze around him once his words sink in. You pulse and feel the hot coils of pleasure tightening in your stomach. He lets out what sounds like a growl at the feeling. The sounds of your skin meeting his fills the room as he picks up the pace.

“Getting close, angel?” he says and pulls you closer by your hair. Your back is arching and you straighten your arms to support yourself upright. You hear his heavy breathing directly in your ear and feel the hot air fanning your skin.

You frantically nod in response to the question.

“Well, not yet baby,” he says and pulls out of you. You whine, about to complain, but he turns you around and boosts you onto the counter. He slides back in with a groan. “No, none of that. Just wanna see that beautiful face when you cum.”

The new angle has him battering your sweet spots with renewed vigor. He’s got one set of fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh, holding it up so he has room to work his hips for you. His other arm is wrapped around you and supporting your position.

You’re breathlessly whimpering, one leg wrapped around his waist and a hand in his hair. Your skin felt hot against his while the counter felt cool on your ass, especially after you felt the sting of his hand there a few times.

You were already close in the previous position, so you’re barely able to hold it together now. He can tell from the way you’re wildly fluttering around him. Your breathing becomes more like gasps as you approach that familiar edge. His hand on your back slides up to your head and pulls you closer so that his face is in the crook of your neck when he lets out a primal sound that’s somewhere between a whine and a growl.

“You there, honey?” he asks against your skin.

“Mhm,” you hum immediately, nodding again.

“Me too, baby. Let go for me. Squeeze me nice and tight, just like that,” he says, his voice strained and breaking off into a whimper at the end.

You shudder against him and gasp before letting out a long, low moan as you cum. Your body twitches and your head tilts back slightly. He presses some sloppy kisses to your neck before grunting and biting his lip, a choked sound of pleasure emanating from his throat.

His hips sputter and his thrusts lose rhythm as he releases too. You feel his hot, thick cum flooding your insides, the sensation making you tremble with satisfaction. His fingers press hard against your skin while his forehead rests on your shoulder. You feel his ragged breathing on your skin. It’s slightly cool from the light sheen of sweat you’d worked up.

The two of you take a second to catch your breath before disconnecting and untangling your bodies.

“You feeling better now? Less distracted?” he teases, brushing some hair from your face and kissing your forehead.

“Mmm, yeah, but I think I have to take a shower now too,” you say with a grin. You peck his lips in return and then hop off the counter and playfully smacking his ass again.

“I don’t know. You still seem to have something else on your mind,” he says, his own smug smile returning, “I didn’t think my girl would be satisfied after one round. Maybe a few more and then I’ll join you for another shower.”

“I think I like your plan better,” you say as he grabs your wrist and pulls you off to the bedroom.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #resident evil imagines #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy imagine

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jmdbjk · 1 year

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Fan service

Just going through my 5GBs/800 images and vids in (just) my Jikook folder and noticed a lot... A LOT of fan service type images and stuff. Staggering. The amount of thoughtfulness and preparation Jungkook and Jimin have done for us through the years, sacrificing themselves all in the name of fan service...

Like this obviously staged and scripted reaction from Jungkook, sitting there waiting for Jimin to show up in comments:

Actually, go look at almost any of JK's lives and see him performing flawlessly. The timing is impeccable, how he spots Jimin's comments is 🔥 level reflexes.

This ultimate fan service live when Jungkook set up an hour and a half of fan servicing about Jimin:

Of course the fan service has been going on for YEARS...

This fleeting moment that someone snapped for fan service:

Was it Tae or Hobi that snapped the pic? We'll never know, they didn't bother to take a pic of themselves during this gorgeous sunset with either of these guys because... it was only for fan service.

And this random Instragram person who was in on the fan service agenda, and JK with the eagle eyes finding it amongst the 100s of 1000s of questions/comments:

I wonder if maybe he telepathed some questions out to the universe so these people from all over the place would know what to ask/say, like secret code shit?

And H.E.R. doing her part in fan service, its great to have willing participants for your fan service agenda:

I bet she's done this before too.

And of course this ultimate, elaborate and expensive fan service weekend getaway... anything for the fans:

The best part about it is, Jungkook didn't tell Jimin he was filming all this for fan service. Made him stay in a hotel room with no privacy in the bathroom in a hotel that caters to couples... the lengths... the sacrifices... bless them.

And here they are again, the never ending fan service, so tiring:

I bet they staged the entire Jack in the Box listening party just for jikook fan service. I wouldn't be surprised. Rented out the top floor of the HYBE building, catered it, all for fan service.

The general public is in on the fan service too. A random person taking sneaky fan service pics, great timing and teamwork:

And this random person too in on the sneaky fan service agenda, everyone playing their part in the charade:

This was one of many photos from this particular dinner (fake) date with non-celeb friends.

The general public really are the stars of fan service:

Another (fake) restaurant date but this time with other celeb friends.

But the eyes on the back of JK's head seeing his cue for FS? 💀:

How can he see through his hair though? That's my question. Sheer talent! 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥

And JK's eyes on his face automatically performing fan service, must be muscle memory or something:

And his hands too, more muscle memory from all that fan service practice:

I can visualize it now... "Jimin, hold still, I need to practice feeling you up, stop squirming, I'm gonna have to use those handcuffs you brought home if you don't stop trying to get away..." um... wait... that went a little too far...

Anyway...

And this pre-planned-the-night-before fan service, they are such professionals always thinking of fan service, practicing, perfecting...I wonder how many times they had to do THIS to get it just right? :

I could say a lot here about "practice makes perfect" but I will refrain...

Hobi going off-script here taking Jimin by surprise... maybe it was something Jimin and Jungkook were practicing for fan service and Hobi almost spilled the beans?

And this ingeniously pre-programed mechanical ear reaction fan service...so clever:

This happy-as-shit-to-be-going-overseas fan service, JK and his fake bouncy happiness, Oscar-worthy. I wonder if they practiced in the car on the way to the airport:

The general public doing that fan service shit again... wonder how much they get paid for this? I want in on it:

Jungkook telling Jimin, "we have to go around a bunch of times to make sure that random person gets it right."

It's never ending, 24/7 fan service with these two. It must be very time consuming to come up with new fan service moments. I wonder what they will show us next?

[please read the tags for heavens sakes]

#fan service #jikook #24/7 #every bit of this was sarcasm #i just want to give these moments the real adoration they deserve #IT WAS NEVER FAN SERVICE #i don't normally post stuff like this #suddenly i am feeling less oppressed by the cult #and wanted to be a smartass about their distress #because they deserve it #yeah this whole post sort of got out of hand

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misshoneyimhome · 5 months

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THE PICS OF WILLY WITH THE KIDS WHY CAN I SEE HIS SMILE EVEN WITH A MASK ON IM DEAD!!

How can you look at those pics and want to trade Princess Diana reincarnated…I want him biblically, if I was his partner and saw those I’d be ready on my knees for him when he got home ready to have some baby making practice🥲

Darling, I can practically hear my own ovaries clapping 🥺❤️ I mean, yes! 😍 in a way, I'm actually conflicted by him - I mean, he still seems rather boyish, and you know that insanely charming lover-boy smirk that makes your downstairs lose all control - yet, there's just something about him that screams baby-daddy 😅🫠

Small warning of language (I think...)

・✶ ｡ﾟ

A small bump

"Hey y/n!" Axton called out as he shouted down the halls of the Scotiabank Arena.

"Hurry up, we don't want to be late," Jace added.

"Yeah, coming!" you exclaimed cheerfully, following the enthusiastic young boys closely.

"There you are," Aryne said as you, Jace, and Axton caught up to the group of wives and girlfriends of the Toronto Maple Leafs.

"Sorry, took a bit longer. Turns out I'm rubbish at mini hockey and had to do five push-ups as a punishment," you chuckled, explaining the outcome of the game you’d played with the boys before the hockey match tonight.

"Maybe you just need more practice," Axton sweetly suggested as he settled into his seat. "That's what Daddy always says."

The sweet little boy beamed at you.

"Well, he's probably right about that," you replied with a smile to the youngest of the two, before all of you focused on the ice where the players were about to warm up.

However, the match didn’t start off too well.

The Bruins took the lead halfway through the first period, and then scored a second goal just 8 minutes into the second.

But the Leafs fought back strongly. Matthews scored the team's first goal, and just two minutes into the third period, Domi levelled the score 2-2.

Time passed, and despite the Leafs’ impressive comeback, the Bruins struck back and took the lead once again 10 minutes later.

However, just when everyone believed the Leafs were finished, Matthews pulled off the unexpected and scored, levelling the score once more, just 8 seconds before the final buzzer.

Despite the Leafs' incredible comeback, the Bruins came back even stronger. After nearly five hard-fought minutes, they clinched the game in overtime, ending it 4-3.

The corridors were filled with light chatter as everyone awaited the players' emergence from the locker room. That was, until Jace, Ashton, and some of the other kids started playing mini hockey and suddenly shouted out loud.

"Mooom!" Jace's voice echoed through the halls.

"Oh, shit," Aryne murmured. "I wonder what they've done now…" She sighed deeply, glancing at you with the newest addition to their family in her arms.

"Do you want me to go and check on them?" you offered a sweet smile, well aware of the boys' tendencies that might lead to a disagreement.

"Oh, no, one of them started crying... But maybe you could hold her while I go and check?" Aryne suggested with a concerned expression, and you eagerly nodded in response.

The newest Tavares member was absolutely adorable, and you couldn't help but smile as you cradled the baby snugly in your arms, ensuring she was secure in her comfortable blanket and protective headphones to shield her from the noise.

And just as you hugged and gently swayed to keep the baby calm, William emerged from the locker room, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of you.

You and William had been together for a couple of years now. And initially, your relationship was actually just all fun; a rebound from your previous relationship to be exact.

However, there was something about William that kept drawing you back to him. And he simply cherished having someone he could always rely on and spend time with.

At first, it was all casual, no-strings-attached sex - meeting up after a game or when he returned from a road trip. But then it evolved; you started spending the night, then several days, and eventually ended up staying at his place even when he was away.

And this routine continued for several months until William's teammates encouraged him to bring you to a match. So, he did, leading to his teammates then noticing the chemistry between you. And soon after, he had to acknowledge that there might just indeed be something deeper between you two.

Since then, your relationship had been absolutely fantastic. You had so much fun together, trusting each other and feeling completely at ease in one another's company.

To put it mildly, William had fallen harder than he ever anticipated, and now he couldn't imagine letting you go.

However, despite the wonderful connection you shared, there were serious topics that didn’t come easily. Moving in together was one of them. It wasn't until after you’d met his parents and they’d pointed out how strange it was for you to pay rent when you practically lived at William's place.

And another one was the future.

William just didn’t speak much about it. At times, you even wondered if it was because he didn't envision a future with you or if he simply didn't think that far ahead. And as it turned out, it was more the latter.

William enjoyed living in the moment, which for now, meant focusing on his career and having you by his side.

So, you brushed aside any concerns about the future and focused on the present.

However, when William saw you holding little baby Tavares, something did stir within him. The sight of you with a baby, wearing a wide smile on your beautiful face, sparked an unfamiliar feeling. As he slowly walked towards you, a smile appeared on his lips, and he couldn’t help but imagine how it might be if one day that baby was yours and his.

"Hey," you smiled at him as he approached. "Ready to leave?"

William nodded.

"I just need to wait for Aryne to come back and take her," you said, meeting William's gaze for a moment. "What?" you chuckled lightly, noticing a different expression on his usually smug face.

"Nothing," he simply smiled and shrugged before Aryne came over to take the little one back into her arms.

"Thank you, y/n... You're a natural," she smiled at you before you bid your farewells and left the arena.

However, the image of you with the baby lingered in William's mind for the rest of the evening. It was a new vision he hadn't considered before, but there was something about it that felt just right.

You, however, didn't dwell much on it. You had a great relationship with the Tavares family, enjoyed spending time with the boys you occasionally babysat, but that was the extent of it. You didn't think it was something William would dwell on, so why should you?

On the following day, the topic of children continued as the Maple Leafs players were invited to meet with the SickKids of Toronto.

It was a tradition for the team, and after not being able to do it since 2019 due to the pandemic, they were all eagerly looking forward to it.

For the players, it meant a lot to give back to the community - whether through financial donations or simply being present as role models, it brought them immense joy nonetheless.

And that day was filled with nothing but happiness – as much as possible, of course. As William walked into the room to greet the children, wearing his jersey, and seeing their faces light up with excitement, it meant the world to him. Being part of an event that spread so much joy to children who faced constant struggles meant everything.

The atmosphere buzzed with laughter as the players interacted with the children, sitting down to create homemade friendship bracelets. Some of the kids crafted bracelets spelling out names like "Felix" for Auston, and they all took selfies together, sharing their stories. These heartfelt moments simply struck a chord with everyone.

Throughout the day, the media team made sure to capture these touching moments. And when the day ended and the players bid goodbye to the young ones, they were all deeply moved, though they didn't show it openly because of their tough-guy image.

But once they were all back home, things were different.

"Hey, baby, how was your day?" you asked as your boyfriend entered the condo.

He wore a soft but slightly sorrowful expression as he joined you in the kitchen where you were by the stove. William moved gently, wrapping his arms around you, and resting his head on your shoulder before placing a tender kiss on the crook of your neck.

"Emotional," he simply replied. Feeling his body leaning into yours, signalling his need for softness and intimacy tonight, you turned your head slightly and met him in a gentle kiss.

"Well, I made one of your favourite meals," you spoke softly, prompting him to glance over your shoulder at the dish you were preparing. Swedish meatballs and mashed potatoes with gravy and lingonberry. "Thought it might be an emotional day for you guys, so..." you offered a sweet smile.

"Have I ever told you that you're an amazing girlfriend?" William remarked, nudging you gently as he kept his arms around you while you finished preparing the meal.

"Um, no, in fact, you should tell me more often," you chuckled.

Then with laughter and smiles, you both set the dinner table and prepared to enjoy the delicious meal together.

But during the meal, you couldn't ignore William's subdued silence.

"Hey, what's on your mind?" you softly asked as you both neared the end of the meal. "Talk to me, Willy…"

"Just thinking… about those kids," William spoke almost in a whisper. "They don't deserve this... But they have no choice. They deal with these struggles every day. I mean, what if it was our kid?"

His question caught you off guard. What if it was our kid?

Our kid...

It echoed in your mind before William interrupted your thoughts.

"Are you okay?" he chuckled slightly, noticing your stunned expression.

"Huh… oh yeah, sure," you offered him a sweet smile. "I just..." You hesitated, unsure whether you should explore the topic further. But William was already on to you.

"Talk to me, y/n/n," he gently urged, repeating your own words.

"I just wasn't sure if you'd thought about... that."

"About what... kids?" William chuckled lightly, and you nodded, looking down at your plate, softly fiddling with the last meatball. "Well, maybe I haven't thought about it much... But after seeing you with Johnny's children yesterday and I’ve been spending time with those kids today, it did make me think things," William added with a chuckle. "Also, I come from a big family – and I know my mom would love to have grandchildren one day, so... I don’t think it's too crazy to consider."

His voice was tender, prompting you to look up and search his eyes, hanging onto every word.

"Me neither," you softly spoke, flashing him another sweet smile. "So, maybe it's in the cards?"

And William couldn’t contain his excitement either. "One day, maybe… yes," he simply replied, before both of you finished your dinners, smiles lighting up your faces.

For the rest of the evening, everything between you was soft and tender.

Thoughts about finally opening up that conversation about the future, went thought your minds, and as you both went to bed together, you fell asleep with smiles on your faces, envisioning a family together in the future.

The following morning, the images of a future family with William still lingered in the back of your mind. Despite trying to push them aside while getting ready for work, it wasn't easy to ignore.

What made it even more challenging was when the Toronto Maple Leafs' media team posted photos from yesterday's meeting with the SickKids.

Sitting at your desk, you scrolled through the photos and watched the short video of the guys interacting with the children. And it touched your heart deeply. Seeing the lads engaging with the kids, their smiles evident even behind face masks, hit harder than expected.

Especially the pictures of your boyfriend.

The way he connected with them, showing so much love and care, made your heart skip a beat. You could almost feel a flutter in your lower stomach.

"Shit," you softly mumbled to yourself, trying to calm your beating vagina, as you kept looking through the pictures.

It was in that very moment, you became surer than ever that one day, you wanted nothing more than for William to be the father of your children.

Imagining little versions of him running around, with his blond hair and blue eyes mixed with your own genes, causing as much mischief and noise as he’d done with his siblings.

Holidays and vacations spent together as a family, with extended family joining in to celebrate festivities; that was your biggest wish for the future.

So naturally, throughout the workday, your mind lingered on thoughts of your incredible relationship with the love of your life, especially now that you'd shared your thoughts about the future. It simply all felt so perfect.

And later in the evening, as William returned home from an afternoon training session, you had subtly decorated the condo to set a romantic mood. He immediately noticed the candlelit ambiance throughout the living room but was more captivated by something else: you.

Clad in your finest lingerie, wearing a seductive smirk, you stood in the doorway, your gaze fixed on him.

William couldn't help but chuckle lightly as he approached you, his hands gently finding your waist as he drew you close.

"So, is this what I get for mentioning kids?" he smirked, his touch gentle yet firm against your body.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his face down just slightly. "Perhaps," you chuckled. "Well, at least the practicing part – you know, before we're ready," you winked playfully.

"Hmm, well, it's good to practice really hard," William replied before connecting his lips with yours, allowing a soft exchange before lifting you up and carrying you to the bedroom for your own private 'bedsheet training session.'

#my asks #william nylander imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #wn88 imagine #nhl hockey imagine

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year

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Johan Seong x Reader: friends to lovers

Sorta continuation of: meeting Johan Seong for the first time

You didn't quite believe he would be here. But that unkempt hair, all black getup and general homeless vibe is instantly recognisable.

"HEY JOHAN!" you yell and the figure whirls around to look at you. You can see it takes him a moment to recognise your face.

Fancy meeting him here. Must be a strange twist of fate after expecting to never see him again. He is shifty as hell and isnt the most pleased to see you but a little guilt claws at you when you remember the last time you shared a meal and he ate like he was starved... You invite him along to another meal. Yes yes your treat, and you're immediately met with suspicision.

"Why? You don't owe me anything" "Those perverts could have fucked up my whole life. So what's a meal when I owe you my life?" He thinks about the logic of that for a moment. You are grasping at straws but he agrees anyway.

This kid eats with an unmatched verocity.

You start seeing him again in odd places, like you're strangely drawn to each other. Gangseo, Gangnam, Gangdong. You treat him to a meal each time "you're paying right-" "when have I not paid!"

Finally seeing him in central Seoul again, you are both eating the same black bean noodles as the first time. You decide to ask for his number. "Give me your phone" you hold out your hand. He doesn't move and just glares at you. As if you are some pretty thief, the nerve of this guy. You roll your eyes and ask the waitstaff for a pen. You scribble your number on a napkin.

"No pressure. Just... Give me a call or text when you're around or want to share a meal with someone."

Weeks pass before you receive a text "it's me" and you roll your eyes fondly. Who else but Johan would send that.

There is no reason really for you guys to talk but one day you see a video of a feral cat that reminds you of him. You text him with "lol this u". You don't hear back until later that night. To your surprise he sends you a picture of 2 dogs "eden miro won't like that" "waiT ARE THESE BABIES YOURS?!" "Yes" "OMG I LOVE THEM WHYNDIDNTNY YOY TRLL.ME ABOUT YIUR DOGS!!N!" As if poor Johan could read your excitable response.

But why didn't he tell you? Well you hardly know the guy. There's a lot he hasn't told you.

You start to hear a little more from this enigma. His texting habits are sporadic but he'll also send you pictures now and then of his dogs. You, easily bored, will send him messages 'wyd' (usually ignored), pics of studybooks captioned FML (responded to with ":("), memes ("?? Explain"), or just nonsense about your day ("👍") and then one time he actually texts "not a good day. Food? U pay"

The meals increase in frequency. This goddamn freeloader. And eventually evolve to occasional home hang outs at yours where you can save just a smidge more by opting for take outs. You spend the time schooling him on Mario Kart and educating him on films ("how have you NOT seen these Disney films, have you been living under a rock?!" "...")

More and more frequently, you catch him staring at you with a frown on his face. Maybe he's trying to work you out. Maybe he just thinks you're odd. You shrug. Johan's a weird guy, you're not going to question what he does.

You would have never pegged Johan to be a crier, or for him to be affected by childish movies from Disney or Ghibli. And maybe you should have warned him but going through the classics and watching Bambi's mother being killed off screen triggers a very unwelcome reaction

You hear sniffling and glance over to Johan trying to hold himself back from being upset. "Hey..." You put your hand on his, clenched into a fist and white knuckled. "I'm sorry I didn't- it's ok to be upset" you put your arm round him. "Disney was on some shit back then"

He wipes his face with the back of his hand, and you almost suffer whiplash from the speed he ups and leaves your home.

You go for weeks without hearing from him, your texts left unanswered. One night you hear your phone buzzing and see his name flash up the screen.

Johan's voice is thick with hesitation and anxiety. He pauses often but he eventually tells you about his momma. You ask if you could visit her with him one day and he gives you a maybe.

You're walking back from dinner with Johan and tell him about your classes. You show him a few pictures of you and your friends and he notices a guy with glasses standing closely next to you. "And this is Yeonwoo. He's really smart, he's been helping me with my classes."

You almost miss the glare he gives your phone, then he just huffs and walks off. You yell after him "what's the rush" and he ignores you. You're not stupid, you notice the way he reacted to Yeonwoo and you feel your face grow warm.

You ask him to slow down but instead you're hit with a barrage of questions and insecurity as you struggle to keep up with his pace.

"Why are you hanging with me?" "I like hanging with you"

"You should be spending time with Yeonwoo if he's so good" "I prefer to spend time with you"

"Is that 4eyed bastard your boyfriend" "what are you talking about"

"Do you like him" "why? Are you jealous?"

That stops him in his tracks. He avoids your eyes and stares at the floor but you see the tip of his ears flush red, all the way down to his collarbones

"Johan..." He doesn't react. You reach out to hold his hand in yours. This gets his attention and he snaps his eyes to yours in surprise.

"I actually like you"

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 1 year

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In Living Color

Okay, so I've learned that the pic above is actually a stunning piece of digital art by @pompei77-bonny.

Summary: Y/N never knew how much color existed in the world till a green-eyed hunter stumbled into her path.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Implied smut. Kissing. Dean's hands very briefly up a skirt. Dean on a motorcycle. Dean in leather. Dean being an absolute 1950s smoke show! Slight AU!Dean. He's still a hunter, but he's a hunter in the '50s.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 1,436

A/N: So, this challenge by the lovely @impala-dreamer immediately called this scenario to mind.

The amazing Melissa Ethridge song, "I'm the Only One" has always conjured up pure rebellion in my mind. I'm not sure why, maybe it's just the absolute rock goddess purity in Melissa's raspy voice, or the idea in the song of just DESPERATELY needing another person. But it's always made me thing of desperation and rebellion.

Then I combined those ideas with the above picture, 🥵🥵 and just a smidge of the 1950s song, Leader of the Pack. Hence, the story being set in the 50s. (And for those who know it, the ending of this story is different from the ending of that song!) Hope you enjoy! 😊

The beautiful divider below and at the bottom were created by @talesmaniac89

It was a sunshine yellow afternoon in Belmont, Massachusetts, and all around Y/N, the graduating class of 1956 droned on - endlessly discussing the senior prom. Dates, dresses and dancing, it was the same conversation her chorus of followers had been having for the last three months.

And a week ago, she’d been droning right along with them; trying to choose between the pale blue or the pale pink for her dress, between Brett Silverman and Steven Parks for her date, two boys who were basically the pale blue and pale pink of people. They were both bland and respectable, and both destined to inherit their fathers’ businesses. She couldn’t go wrong with either.

Then, her whole world had flipped upside down and she’d been introduced to the color red. Red in the eyes of the vengeful spirit that had attacked her one evening on her way home from cheerleading practice, red in the slashes the ghost had scratched into her cheek, and a red haze of terror as she opened her mouth to scream and no sound came out.

And then came green.

Green like a jewel, like jade, no like an emerald, like soft moss, like lush fields. Green that lit a fire in her belly and an ache in her heart.

He appeared with a gunshot, banishing the spirit with no more than salt, “but not forever”, he’d warned as he grabbed up her hand and tugged her along after him. The moment flew past in a heartbeat, but she could pull apart every second, turn each tiny memory over in her mind.

The vision of him appearing through the smoke of the vanishing ghost, the fierceness in his bright green eyes as he scanned her briefly looking for more injuries, the feel of his fingers grasping hers, rough calluses scratching her pampered skin. She remembered running behind him, blindly trusting him; in a world that was quickly crashing down around her ears, his bulky strength was a haven.

She remembered the smell of leather from his jacket, the spicy scent that hit her when he yanked her against his chest as he hid them around a corner, even the way his hand felt pressed against her lips as he silenced her predicted scream.

The danger had passed, the ghost screeching into oblivion in a flash of orange and yellow flame.

And she’d been left with green.

He didn’t mean to stay, she didn’t expect him to. He’d explained the impossible situation she’d found herself in, promising that his father had banished the ghost for good by burning its bones far away from the school.

Then he’d planned to walk away, but something had called him back, made him linger. Something made him confide in her, and something made her trust him enough to tell him things she’d never told another living soul. It made them ignore the call of their lives and spend a handful of idyllic days together, just learning each other.

Something had connected them from the first moment, and it was something bright and shining that neither of them wanted to let go of, but something they were both terrified was ending.

“My dad’s pissed,” Dean had said the night before, and his green eyes were shadowed with doubt and uncertainty, “he’s waiting for me to meet him tomorrow, I was supposed to be there days ago. My little brother misses me, I need to be there to take care of him.”

He stepped up to her, pressing her against the brick wall of the high school he’d attended for no more than a couple weeks, the high school that, until a few days earlier, had made up the entirety of her whole world. Now the bricks felt cold compared to the warmth emanating from the boy in front of her.

The boy that had so recently become a man, barely eighteen, the boy who was so rash and impulsive, the boy that made her heart race and her blood pump like no one ever had, the boy that made her rethink her entire life.

“I can’t stay, but…” He raised his big palm to her cheek and lowered his lips to hers briefly, gently, before pulling back. “...but come with me.”

She actually laughed, and then wanted to cry when she saw the brief flash of hurt cross his features. She pulled him back to kiss away the wound she’d given him.

“Dean,” she breathed against his lips, “You have no idea how much I want to, but I mean, I can’t, my…my life is here.”

“What life?” Dean asked with a sardonic lift of his brow and Y/N winced at just how close to home that question hit. “Here, is where your father will quickly march you down the aisle, where you’ll be shoved into a mundane life of dishes and diapers, PTA meetings and Tupperware parties.”

He pulled her close again, letting his hands fall to her waist and pushing his knee between her legs, bunching up her belled skirts and crinoline.

“I saved you once, let me save you again - from tedium and predictability. Come with me, ride with me.”

Y/N shook her head. “What about your father? Won’t he be furious that you just hauled someone along with you?”

Dean clenched his jaw, but shrugged. “Too bad. I’ve been my father’s soldier all my life. I deserve something for myself.” His voice dipped low and he nibbled lightly on her earlobe. “And what I want for myself is you.”

Slipping his hands beneath the swishing cotton and tulle of her skirts Dean skimmed his fingers lightly over the damp satin of her panties. And suddenly Y/N’s world was lit up with color as she cried out in surprise and need.

“God, Y/N, I need you so badly.” Dean said, voice muffled against her neck. He kept his hungry mouth and roaming hands on her for a minute more before he broke away from her, putting distance between them and breathing harshly.

“But I’m not gonna be some asshole who just screws you and takes off.” He ran a hand over his face. “So, come with me now, tonight. Let’s figure out our lives out together.”

Y/N felt cold with him stepped away from her and she wished he’d come back. A part of her mind was screaming for her to leap into his arms, but the other part was terrified at all the unknown that lay in that black space between them - and the fear was louder.

So they’d walked away from each other last night, and Y/N knew she would forever remember his crooked smile and the way his teary green eyes made her think of rainy forests..

And now the world around her was dull, like a watercolor painting bleached by the sun, and she didn’t know how to color her world again, but she knew it wasn’t with pale boys and cupcake dresses.

Then suddenly, in the distance, she could hear the dirty brown roar of a motorcycle engine and she jumped up from where she sat on the grass. Fireworks of silver and gold exploded in her mind as Dean skidded to a halt thirty feet away. He sat revving the engine from the parking lot and staring towards her.

She started walking and ended up running. She heard her name being called by the people she used to know, but she never stopped, not until she stood barely a foot from him.

Encased in a black leather jacket and tight black jeans, with thick black boots resting on the rear brake pedal, Dean held out a helmet which Y/N took into her hands; the shiny blue metal was warm from the sun.

He shrugged. “Thought I’d try one more time. I’m stubborn like that.”

His smile was teasing, but there was a hitch in it that made Y/N sure she was doing the right thing as she leapt onto the bike behind him.

“Just don’t let it go to your head that, apparently, I can’t say no to you.”

He turned back to look at her as she clicked the helmet strap under her chin, his grin mischievous and wicked.

“Just wait till we get to the motel tonight, I fully intend to put that trait to good use.”

Y/N laughed breathlessly in anticipation as she wrapped her arms tightly around Dean’s waist as they surged forward. Their future was uncertain, but Y/N was happy to leave black and white behind her and begin to exist in living color.

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bad268 · 1 year

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Can I request some fluff with SwaggerSouls? There's a severe lack of content for the man and damn I'm sad about that.

To the Kitchen! (SwaggerSouls X Reader)

Fandom: RPF

Requested: Clearly (I was gonna post this for 420 followers, but I went through and blocked bots...Then the peach said post it Wednesday, so we post it Wednesday!)

Warnings: language (everything I write should be automatic tw language), drugs (marijuana)

Pronouns: None used

W.C. 1906

Summary: Fitz gets a new neighbor who is great at baking cookies, and some special sweets.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^@/Swagger's YouTube profile pic)

I had been living in (hometown) for my whole life, but a spur of the moment decision led to me packing up everything to move to Melbourne. Maybe it was not my best decision since I knew no one, but I could not turn back now.

I found a small apartment in the middle of the city. It was the only one available in the area that I could afford, but it was cute. It was my first day, so I thought the best thing would be to introduce myself to my neighbor. I was on the end of the floor, so I only had one neighbor. I remembered that the best way to make friends was to make food, and I happen to know how to make some of the best cookies anyone's ever had.

I made a small batch to bring over to them since I did not know how many lived there, and if they needed more, I could always bring them more. I set them all on a paper plate and took them over to their door. When I knocked on the door, it sounded like five guys cheered, and my eyes widened. There was no way five people would fit in an apartment as small as mine, but I'm not judging.

After a couple of seconds, one of them opened the door, and he immediately closed the door shouting, "you're not pizza!" I heard a couple of them groan in response.

"But I have cookies?" I replied back, confused. Suddenly, the door opened again. This time, it was a taller guy. "I wanted to introduce myself and bring cookies, but I can leave-"

"No, we like cookies," He cut me off. He gestured for me to come in, and I saw four more guys and a girl. I stayed out in the hall, so he just introduced himself. "I'm Cam, but my friends call me Fitz."

"Interesting, I'm your new neighbor, Y/N. I used to bake a lot back home, so I thought I would make you some cookies, but I realize there might not be enough for everybody," I laughed holding the cookies out for him. He took the plate, and thanked me before I took my leave. "I hope you guys like the cookies. I'm going to head back to my place, but if you want more, just let me know."

"Of course, it was nice to meet you, Y/N," He said, closing the door. I headed back to my apartment, fully ready to chill for the night. I was ready for a night of getting high and binging my favorite show until the early hours of the morning. Maybe I would end up making some special desserts.

Unbeknownst to you, the guys were skeptical. In Fitz's apartment, they were debating if you actually made those cookies. Mason was convinced they were store-bought based on how they looked, but once he tasted them, he was in awe. He was sure a professional baker made those cookies, and he really did not believe you made them. Matt and Toby thought he was crazy, but once they tried the cookies, they were on the same page as Mason.

They broke out into a full debate, and it still wasn't solved when Swagger showed up with the pizza. No one even noticed him walk through the door until he slammed it shut.

"What the hell?" He yelled, setting the pizzas on the counter. "Ooo who bought cookies?"

"Try one," Jay enlarged, passing the plate closer to Swagger.

"Are they poisonous or what?" He asked with a laugh before taking the last one and eating it. "Holy shit, who fucking made those?"

"My new neighbor, what do you-" Fitz started asking, but Swagger was already gone. He was already in the hallway, walking up to your door. Everyone held back for a minute to see what he was going to do. He just started banging on your door. It was so loud, they thought the entire floor would wake up. "Swagger, shut up! You're gonna get me kicked out!"

It took me a few minutes to realize that the loud knocking was at my door. I thought it was coming from the show, but I also could not find it in me to get up from my spot on the floor. I fell off my couch a while ago and could not figure out how to coordinate my limbs enough to stand, so I just shouted, "It's open!"

The door swung open, and in walked a man, shaking something in his hand. He was talking too fast for me to comprehend what he was saying. He was walking around the couch, still speed-talking about something important, but I cut him off, "You're gonna have to talk a lot slower if you want me to understand."

It was then, he looked down, and he must have seen the look on my face looking back at him from the ground because he hesitated before asking, "Are you okay?"

"Just high, but what'd you want?" I responded slowly.

"I need to know where you got these cookies, and where you got your weed cuz holy shit, you are fucked," he laughed.

"Thanks, I made them, and the weed I brought with me from (hometown)," I replied as he came over and laid next to me on the ground. "What're you doing?"

"Getting in the mindset of someone who knows how to bake the best cookies I've ever had," He laughed as he finished off the cookie. "Also, I ate an edible earlier, and it's just now kicking in."

I let out a gasp and turned onto my side to look at him before asking, "Do you wanna make high cookies? I brought a lot of shit from home, and I used to always make high cookies."

"Is it just making cookies while high or weed cookies?" He asked as he also turned to his side, looking directly into my eyes.

"Weed cookies, obviously," I stated with an eye roll. "What do you think I am? An amateur?"

"No, but we better get started before we're in the stratosphere," He laughed, moving to sit up, and then stand. He held his arm out to pull me up, but instead of heading straight to the kitchen, I took a couple of more rips from my bong before offering it to...wait. Who was in my apartment?

"Wait a minute," I said, pulling the bong back. I started laughing uncontrollably, "Who are you?"

"Oh shit, I'm Fitz's friend, Swagger," He laughed before reaching for the bong. This time, I let him take it, thinking his story checked out.

"Alright, as long as you aren't tryna kill me, we'll be good. Now, to the kitchen!"

"What did I say about starting fights you can't finish?" Swagger threatened after I threw a little bit of flour at him at 2:30 AM one night.

"Who said I can't finish this?" I replied, holding the flour container closer to my body. "I think I'm the only one with ammunition."

"You think flour is the only ammo? I have the batter!" He retorted.

"You wouldn't dare waste the precious batter," I gasped in shock.

"Don't tempt me. I will," He joked as he smeared a little bit of the batter on my nose. I gasped, moving to grab more flour.

"Why you little shit-" I was just about to throw the flow when I paused, hearing someone walk into the kitchen. This gave Swagger enough time to fling some batter at me from the whisk, but I reached over and snatched it out of his hand before he could do it again.

"What the hell are you guys doing?" Matt asked as he came into the warzone of a kitchen.

"We're studying to become dentists," I deadpanned as I licked the batter off my nose and Swagger poured the remaining brownie batter into a pan as if nothing happened. "What does it look like we're doing?"

"Making brownies at 2:30 in the morning? But why? We literally have to get up at 6, and you guys are being loud," Matt said. "Do I look like I'm gonna be sober during this 10-hour road trip with you lot? No. I am gonna be higher than a motherfuckin' kite, Matt. If you want one, you better start helping," I explained as I leaned on the counter and licked the batter off the whisk.

"There's no way you'd eat the whole pan," Matt laughed. "Surely, I could have one."

"Hey, I get some!" Swagger complained as he put the brownies in the oven, set the timer, and wiped his hands off with a towel. He came up behind me, hiding his face in my neck. "I helped, so I get some."

"You always get some, baby," I laughed. Matt gagged, jokingly, as he watched our interaction. I spun around in Swagger's arms, whispering to him, "I wanna sleep. What if we make him clean up?" Swagger nodded, leaning into me more. I threw my head back to look at Matt, "If you want some brownies before we leave, start cleaning, and take them out in 22 minutes."

With that, we left him alone in the kitchen as we headed up to our room. Once we got there, we were ready to collapse into bed after showering and changing.

"It is already 4 Swags," I groaned as he came out of the bathroom. He climbed under the covers on his side of the bed and pulled me into his side. I buried my face into his chest as I wined, "I don't want to have to wake up in 2 hours."

He laughed at my childish behavior before kissing the top of my head, "We could watch a movie, and catch some sleep in the van?" "Sleep? In the same car as Mason and Chad? I don't think we're talking about the same car, babe," I chuckled as I pulled back enough to look up at him. "Trust me, I love them, but they are loud as fuck."

"Ah, but you love me more right?" He teased me.

"Only a little bit," I joked back. He let out an offended gasp as he started pushing me away. I laughed at his antics before retracting my statement, "No, I'm kidding babe. If I didn't love you, would I have said, 'I do'?"

"I guess you're forgiven," He sighed as he turned the lights off. His arm was still loosely wrapped around my shoulder but not nearly as tight as it normally is, so I pulled back, pouting at him. He started laughing as he pulled me back down, "I love you too, now go to sleep."

It was silent for a couple of minutes, and I was just about to fall asleep. However, the creak of our bedroom door caused us to shoot up to see Matt, "Pst, guys. Sorry, but I burnt the brownies."

"Goddammit, Matt!" I groaned, throwing my head back into the pillows. "Are you kidding me?"

"It's 4:20, we could make another batch before 6," Swagger suggested as he looked over at his phone.

"Oh, it's 4:20! We have to go make a batch now because it's 4:20!" I replied, suddenly full of energy, as I jumped out of bed, and pulled Swagger back down to the kitchen.

~~~~~

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kitkatopinions · 1 year

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Watched the second ep. I don't have pics this time but I'm gonna do my best to make a good post anyway. RWBY volume 9 spoilers and criticism below the keep reading. Also this is a long one!

Praise

The use of 'business person.' About ten years of gender-specific stuff like 'Huntsman Academies' instead of 'Hunter Academies' aside, it's nice to hear some gender neutral terms.

On its own, removed from the comedy and bad tone of the volume and the moment two seconds before it, I really enjoyed Weiss reflecting on the weight of what happened, the loss of her home, the fact that their plan could've been (and kind of was) a disaster that put people at risk, the possibility of losing the Relics, acting like they made mistakes... I also really like Ruby's response to it, her "you did the best you could to save Atlas" was said in this weak kind of stiff way like Ruby knows that's a meaningless comfort that doesn't help. And then when Weiss talks about Penny, Ruby just turns away and keeps walking? That's good. This on its own felt like a really good moment.

Also, I like the choice of framing in the conversation, specifically Weiss gripping her sword. Yesss those trauma responses motherfucker, yeeeeah! That's what we wanna see!

I really love the concept of the weather in wonderland clearly connecting to emotions (and so far, more Ruby's emotions than anything else.) I kind of even like how it changes on a dime.

The soldier waving to the little kid? Kind of cute!

Ruby's "Look, we may not know exactly what's going on. But for whatever reason, this place is putting us on a similar path as a book we all read as kids. I say we follow it... And stop pretending we know what we're doing." First off, this is what I mean when I say the voice acting for Ruby has much improved. The delivery is great, the emotions are great, the twinge of bitterness despite her seeming to be trying at the start to give one of her usual speechesTM leading to her ending with her dark statement of them not knowing what they're doing, it's great. Second off, she's her uncle's niece, that's for sure, I love this new angle for her actually. Third off, please please please don't have this written off by the end of the season with an "actually there's nothing we could've done differently, nothing that needs to change, Ruby is back to normal." I have a lot of complaints about this episode already typed up (because I'm writing both criticism and praise as I watch) but this is a good direction for Ruby and I'm liking this growth for her actually surprisingly a lot. Everything else, I do not like, but Ruby is so far my absolute favorite part of this season, which is as it should be. And I want these changes to mean something in the long run even if she - as she should - regains some confidence and optimism near the end. I want her to come out of this more cautious, more mature, a bit more cynical, a bit open to council and other solutions and working on her own shortcomings and accepting some nuance. This is good groundwork, I'm really hoping the writers can take this thing the whole way through.

Guys, I feel kind of bad, I really expected to have more praise... But by and large... I didn't like this episode. Let's talk about why.

Criticism

First off, gonna say right away. Yang being like "are we just gonna sit here thinking about that in silence, or...?" What a weird way to start an episode. That's a 'back from a commercial break' line you'd find in Phineas and Ferb.

The way that the 'anime-animation' has gone up by a hundred in this volume is bad, the show has been written so that it's mostly normal with maybe two or three anime-animation gags a season for ages, and they always feel out of place because of how little they're used, and now they kicked it up to eleven jam-packing as many into their show as possible, and it's annoying! The "reason" may be because the writers wanted this volume to feel different than RWBY. If that's the case then congrats the show RWBY doesn't feel like RWBY at all even in vibes right now.

Weiss: "And Yang got her arm stolen by a- by a- what was it, that you said?" Boy howdy. Let's just gloss over Yang actually telling them what happened, so we can by pass their reactions and act like it's all just old hat and stupid and tiring. It's not like the audience needs to be engaged. It's not like this is meant to be the first time the audience is hearing about this.

Weiss (paraphrased): "Just because this place is weird doesn't mean we're actually inside a fairy tale." Me: "Good, someone is going to point out that the sentencing is really weird considering that it doesn't make sense for them to think they just blue-skadoo'd into the pages of a fairy tale and they're going to take this moment - the most logical moment - to talk about how it's more likely that this world must've been traversed by someone who returned to Remnant and based a fairy tale they've read off of it (which is VERY Journey to the Center of the Earth starring Josh Hutcherson and Brendan Fraser by the way) and therefore whether this is an after-life or another dimension or something else that they logically ought to consider, they can get back." Yang: "Also this thing that may be reflective of something that might have happened in a fairy tale happened to me." Weiss: "Actually yes we're probably 'in a fairy tale.'"

Ruby, the girl who explicitly loved FAIRY TALES SPECIFICALLY: "Some of this is sort of familiar." Blake, the girl who may like fairy tales alongside the other books she reads (once joked at majority being trashy romance novels in the show, and repeatedly in Chibi): "I recognize this at once!" Weiss, the girl who grew up in a strict home where she's never once mentioned ever liking even any form of entertainment as far as I can remember: "That's just something we all read as kids." Gee whiz, I wish this was actually... Something better. XD

"Alyx" fought a "Jabberwalker" and beat the "Red King" and met the "Curious Cat." Listen, this is all... Very boring. I know I haven't actually encountered some of these things yet, but despite feeling like them doing things like making Pinnochio become a real person was lazy, RWBY has never been this lazy before. At least when they literally uncreatively named a character Sun Wukong, he wasn't just an immortal godlike character you meet in a rushed journey to the west pocket of an adventure where everything is Journey to the West themed and the characters in RWBY were like "this is the world of Travel to the Western Location, it's a book that exists that we're going to have to go through." Not only am I bored, I'm very annoyed.

Little: "I'll lead the way! Right to-" *Cuts to Little sleeping* Immediately, I'm done as hecking heck with the pointlessness of this mouse so far. "They might have a point later" Well until then, they're annoying, and they could have a point right the frick now by acting as a guide, but instead all they're doing and seemingly their only purpose as of yet is as bad comedy in a season so far filled with more than enough bad comedy.

Blake: "Alyx didn't know the customs and ended up starting a war." Yang: "Well, she was kind of a bad person, right? She lied and cheated her way through most of the book." Weiss: "She was trying to survive. The morals of those old stories are so simplistic." Weiss...... Do you remember how you all fucking hated Ozpin for three seasons because he lied and were fine with him getting punched over it? Do you remember how you guys decided that 'saving what we can in a trolley problem' made someone evil? Do you remember when you pointed what was essentially a loaded gun at your underage civilian brother because he was in the way? Do you remember how you acted like Yang had slapped Ruby because she suggested that Ruby might have been wrong about something? Do you remember when Blake accused May of acting like Ironwood when she told you guys that you had to choose to do something to help people instead of sitting around and doing nothing and you were just like "yuh-huh." And that's not even getting into how this show has treated so much as cut-and-dry either you're good or you're evil for the past three seasons in the narrative, leaving no room for nuance in the conversation. Hopefully this season will address some of that, but it still leaves Weiss looking like a massive hypocrite for this line.

When Yang says what happened with the racoon, the animation used to tell that story is not it for me champs. Idk who decided that. Why couldn't they just mimic the art style of Yang's story about looking for Raven when she was a kid and Qrow helping her? What, is the 'tone' of that style of art too serious for their comedic stuff they've got going on?

Yang and Blake: *Almost touch hands.* Weiss: "About time." ABOUT TIME FOR WHAT, WEISS? THEY HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING! They've literally held hands at least twice now

And that Blake has also done with Ruby and Weiss

Yes, this time Yang and Blake are doing it with Energy that was non-existent for Blake and Ruby and Blake and Weiss, but they've been doing everything with ENERGY since volume six. This is nothing new, this is just another way of the show writers and Rooster Teeth going "see? See? They're actually something (probably) so just wait teehee" but first off, I don't like it and I wish they'd just progress Blake and Yang's relationship because they haven't done anything now that's different from the cake picture or the practicing their dancing. But second off, boy does Weiss look an oblivious chump. "About time." Where have you been???

And also, at the writers, just because you act like it's new and significant doesn't mean it is. What is this hesitation for?

Also! Weiss and Ruby: *Stop walking, start having a serious conversation.* Yang and Blake:

Bro, when I'm walking with my sister and she stops, I??? Stop walking??? So we can walk together??? When my sister stops walking to have a sad serious conversation about being sad and serious, I just??? Stop to talk to her?? It kind of makes Blake and Yang feel like they're so caught up in each other that they're just ignoring not only the dire situation they're in and the dire situation Remnant is in, but also the feelings and suffering of Ruby and Weiss. And it's just... Not what I want to see tbh? Like I want to see them acting like they care enough to at least notice what the other two are going through.

The amount of screentime that's already been spent on Little being just so silly and quirky is really wrecking my enjoyment. I wish they had left Little behind when they left the mice army. Actually, I wish Little (and also the mice army) had never existed at all.

"So which one is Yang's arm?" I feel like this is from a little kids show for five year olds. "Okay kids, the mean racoon has disguised what he stole as something else. Is it the green doll, the pink rabbit, or the yellow-and-black staff that looks kind of like Yang's arm that's made of metal? Do you guys remember what color Yang's arm is?" *Kids voice* "Yellow!" Hand of the Creator making Team RWBY look like idiots here tbh. Cringe. At least Yang went on to assume it's her arm - because that's what her heart told her - but yikes was that dumb.

Also though the racoon is massively bad and bigoted. Everything about this racoon is a negative stereotype associated with the Romani people and it's coming out in 2023, this is a really bad look especially from Bigoted "NO WE SWEAR WE'VE CHANGED" Bad Business Practices Inc.

The sword thing doesn't make sense to me tbh. Other people who say things better than me have talked about the lack of logic regarding the sword being here in the first place, but what I'm gonna talk about is the lack of emotions tied up in this item. By talking about Doctor Who. So, the writers of Doctor Who wanted the Eleventh Doctor to have something to remember his companion Amy Pond by after she left after a whopping two and a half seasons (more than achieved by even Rose Tyler in modern Who) for his remaining half a season left on the show, as an emotional gut-punch for the many fans who loved Amy and the other companion Rory who left at the same time. So they had the Eleventh Doctor wear Amy's glasses.

The problem with this is... Amy only ever wore glasses in her very last episode, so... There was no real emotional significance in them. They weren't iconic to Amy, they weren't something the viewer knew well, they were something transparently invented for an emotional moment that was completely unearned. This is a bit more than what happened with Penny's sword which I think probably were just invented to give Penny something to fight with now that she was no longer a robot. But it's still the case that I feel zero emotional connection to this thing I've seen in the last like two episodes of volume eight that only appeared right before Penny's death. It isn't like this moment

Especially now that Penny's been in five seasons with her regular weapons tied to her robotic body. That's what we're used to. This is one (of many) reasons why they should have left Penny as a robot. This is already a do-over - Penny died in a terrible fall of a kingdom more or less at the hands of Cinder and Ruby is left with her sword. It's almost like they realized that Penny's death mattered to the viewers and yet nothing significant was ever really done with Penny's death, Penny's sword, or Ruby's reactions and so they copy-pasted the events, tweaked 'em for the story they were in the middle of already, and then were like "OKAY TAKE TWO." But because of them changing Penny's robotic body out for a flesh one and therefore tossing aside the iconic design of her weapon we all know and love, I'm sitting here going "Oh look, green glass that the writers want me to associate with Penny."

Although I do think that the voice actress for Ruby has improved this season, someone please tell them that their whimpering doesn't sound good or convincing.

Also that whole 'get our stuff' section lasted about five minutes. "We're gonna have to get our stuff back." "Oh no we don't know what our stuff is?" "Let's use our feelings to figure out what our stuff is." "Omg, we can't pay the cost of that." "The stuff is revealed as our stuff." "We're gonna have to fight for it!" "I'm so sad about Penny!" "Okay we got our stuff, let's get out of here!" I've said before that RWBY struggles to let people sit with the weight of any emotions which makes things seem really shallow, but this is ridiculous. I feel nothing about Yang not being willing to give up what it feels like to be loved as the price of her arm, because... If I had been grabbing my Red Bull for the two seconds that had happened, I would've missed that, nobody reacted to it, and it was just gone. All of that legit could've been a whole upset with emotional beats where the girls grapple with concepts of having to give up things or not having enough hope to fill up a jar, but instead it's five minutes of rushed comedy-centric nothing that started and then just kind of stopped while I'm just like feeling nothing.

Blake's "I've read so many stories, I... Never thought I'd be the moral of one" Is clearly played straight? As in, it's clearly played as serious and not just for laughs, as 'emotional' music starts playing. But what part of the last scene outside of Ruby's whimper and holding the sword was I meant to take seriously? The whole thing was played up for comedy and Blake didn't seem to be taking it that seriously either - and five minutes prior had been joking and teasing and laughing with Yang in the most carefree manner. I'm sorry if I can't take her crisis seriously now, but I really can't. I actually got confused because I was like 'ah somebody messed up and started playing serious music? Oh wait no, it's gonna cut out for a joke. No? They're being serious?" Bleh

Weiss: "We are not IN A BOOK." Me: "Good, someone is going to point out that it doesn't make sense for them to think they just blue-skadoo'd into the pages of a fairy tale and they're going to take this moment - the most logical moment - to talk about how the author or Alyx or whoever probably just wrote about someone having an adventure in this place that could be an afterlife or another dimension or something else that they logically ought to consider, and their own adventure shouldn't be the same as there's because this is a different time and it's not the foregone conclusion to think the exact same things that happened to her would happen to them (some of this is reminiscent of Tim Buton's Alice in Wonderland btw) but that they can try to get out the same way she did." Weiss: "And even if we were, we know how it ends!" I guess at least they're doing the last part??

Weiss: *Hits herself with a rock so hard that she falls to the ground and doesn't get up for at least two seconds.* The other members of Team RWBY:

Can this show try to convince me these characters care about each other outside of Big MomentsTM, at least a little? Nobody tries to help calm Weiss down? Nobody asks her if she's okay? Nobody tries to help her up? Nobody even reacts? Ruby doesn't even look up? "It's a comedic moment!" Well, first off, not three seconds before it happened or two seconds after it happened, it isn't. And second off, so? Even in a comedic moment, it'd make sense to have someone say "are you okay?"

Also the toy looking guards remind me of Orbot and Cubot from Sonic the Hedgehog... That's not a compliment, they're super annoying.

Okay... Ruby's speech about Penny is not nearly as emotional as everyone made it out to be. I've seen so many people be like "This episode had me crying so hard over Ruby's eulogy to Penny" And then I get to the ep, and she says kind of really impersonal stuff? I mean, maybe it would've seemed shallow if after Ruby's lack of happiness at Penny's actual resurrection she acted like she and Penny had been best friends, but still. "The most powerful warrior to ever live." Okay, I'll believe that Ruby believes that. "She was touched by magic." And so are at least five other characters Ruby knows including herself. "She gave her life for thousands." Sure, okay, but that's still not personal. "She took a message of hope to the stars." Well, that message may have caused mass hysteria that could theoretically bring down every civilization in Remnant, but yep, Ruby sure thought that was an important act that should be done. "And she saw the world through better eyes." See, this is the only one that seems kind of emotional or something specifically connected to Penny, but it still sounds like something people would say about a long dead astronaut they never knew at some kind of gala. Look, I'm ribbing on this, but I actually think this makes sense - Ruby is pushing down her emotions, and she didn't have the connection with Penny she used to after her first death based on her reactions to Penny being alive (it's more like she really wanted to have the connection she used to,) and she's suffering with the concept that all she (and tbh Penny) had done in the most recent fall could've meant a lot of bad despite her (and Penny's) best intentions. It makes sense that her speech given while in the middle of squashing down her feelings is stiff and not very personal, but it's just really not what I imagined. And with RWBY's history, I'm not sure this is meant to be played as Ruby being stiff and impersonal, it might very well be meant to be a deeply emotional tribute to a beloved character that's meant to trigger waterworks in fans everywhere. And if so, it's just wildly disappointing tbh.

Also, the tone between comedy and serious was horribly done yet again, and also still not combat.

All in all, this episode...

#rwde #anti rwby #rwby criticism #rwby critical #rwby volume 9 spoilers

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littlespoonevan · 1 year

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Ciara!! you are so real for that tag 'i just wanna be hELD' like???? relationships were never a necessity in my life,,hell,,im 28 and like never had one actually and it never truly bothered til this year. I feel embarrassed for not having anyone in my life ever and start to think that maybe I have some kind of a problem? because yes I haven't actively searching for it but also nobody offered anything? showed any interest?idk? and these days all I want is just to be held. I wanna come to a home where im 100% me. I'm sorry dumbing this on you I am thinking about it a lot these days and seeing your post and tags was like universe screaming at me or sth

oh bud, you are absolutely not dumping this on me!!! i'm nodding along vigorously with everything you're saying!!!!

i've been in one relationship (which was bad for So many reasons and certainly was not romantically fulfilling in any way) and i've dated a little but the true, genuine affection that comes with being loved by someone is just......not something i've ever experienced lol.

and i think when talking about it online a lot of the time the legitimate reasons some people have for wanting to be in a relationship sort of get brushed off in a 'you don't need a relationship to be happy!!!! romantic love isn't everything!!!! be proud to be alone!!!!' kind of way. and i mean. like you said, i'm fine on my own generally. it doesn't bother me. and i don't need a relationship to be happy.

but also. i'm still allowed to want one?????? why shouldn't we get to fall in love, u know??? or find that happiness and love and affection with somebody????? why should i have to settle for being alone when most of the world isn't????

and y'know, re the age thing, i think it's a vicious cycle bc the older you get, the more it maybe feels embarrassing to reveal your lack of experience with relationships so it can make you back out of dating someone before things get serious but then that just means going Even Longer without having those experiences askjdfh i have yet to work through that issue myself lol

also. i know dating apps have been very helpful in one way but in another i feel like they have rUINED dating culture bc it feels like now you do have to be actively looking in order to date anyone. (i am so firmly against the whole 'it'll happen when you least expect it' thing that is highkey not true anymore askjdfh) but my experience of those apps is just everything feeling so formulaic and like you're ticking boxes of the same basic conversation you have with multiple different people while also swiping past people you could potentially really like bc all you're seeing is a few pics and whatever info they've decided to reveal in their bio (which is usually extremely limited). and in general, i think they really don't benefit people who prefer knowing someone in person/being friends first before dating (like me)

but yeah tl;dr. it's really hard sometimes, when i've had a bad day or i'm stressed, to know if one of my friends felt like that they can go home to partners who'll hold them and comfort them and make their day better without having to be asked. and i just....go home, pick myself back up, and carry on. it would just be nice to not have to deal with everything on my own, y'know?????

relationships certainly aren't everything and not all of them are good but also i would like someone to take care of me now, thanks 🥺

#anon #asks #i always tell myself i only ever have to get it right once for it to be the thing i want #but jfc my success rate isn't looking good right now askjdhf #also re dating apps i firmly believe 9 times out of 10 they only work if you know the person first #but you wouldn't have started talking to them in a romantic context if not for said app #anyway now we've dumped on each other anon <3

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thestalwartheart · 2 years

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Omg, those physical intimacy prompts are all so so good!! How am I supposed to choose one for you to write *insert actual display pic*

So imma be greedy and ask for 1) nose bops and 2) hugs that last longer than they should xD

Thankies and Happy Fest :D

Hello!

Here's your prompt fill for 'hugs that last longer than they should.' I tried to fit nose boops in here, but it seemed Too Much, and I also have a different idea for it.

Posted under the cut and on AO3. You might prefer reading it there as it's quite long (1326 words - I couldn't help myself).

Anyway, here it is! Enjoy 💖

put your arms around me (i'm shitfaced).

“Oh, I’m absolutely trolleyed,” groans Q, holding his head as he approaches his front door. Maybe if he keeps it steady enough, his brain with all its stupid thoughts will stay in his head, and he won’t say anything embarrassing.

Why did Bond have to be the one to get him home? As if the ramifications of drinking tequila with Moneypenny weren’t going to be torturous enough. He’s over thirty. His hangovers last two days. In fact, realistically, this one’s likely to last three. Doesn’t that seem like enough punishment without throwing James bloody Bond into the mix?

“I’d noticed,” says Bond conspiratorially.

He’s got his arm around Q’s waist now. It’s the size of a fucking tree branch. Ridiculous. How did they even get like that? He’s never once seen Bond use the gym, and surely it takes, what? About six hours a day lifting weights and doing that thing where you make the ropes move until they’re all squiggly—

“Battle ropes,” answers Bond, moving Q through the door like he weighs nothing. “Would you believe me if I said the job is exercise enough?”

“Absolutely not, don’t bullshit — oh, shit. Oh, shit, shit, shit. Did I say all that out loud?”

“Some of it. Did you not mean to?” Bond asks, looking far too amused. Q would be annoyed at it, but he really has got a very nice smile. The smile gets wider as soon as Q thinks it, and, oh, he’s going to stop thinking now, lest he say anything else that’ll have him handing in his resignation on Monday.

“Christ,” Bond laughs, “that last mission would have gone a lot easier if the target was this much of a lightweight.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Bond snorts. He deposits Q on the couch and disappears to the kitchen. “Not so witty when you’re blasted, are you?”

“You try being witty after six tequila shots.”

“Three at the most, surely,” Bond teases, handing Q a glass of water. “Though, to be fair, you were probably seeing double by then.”

Q gulps half the water in one go.

“You got there late, too,” he says around a silent hiccup. “You didn’t see the amount of drink Eve foisted on me before the shots.”

“Poured it down your throat, did she? Gave you absolutely no chance to refuse them?”

Q flaps out an annoyed hand in Bond’s direction. God, he hates when people make sensible arguments when he’s drunk. He hates it even more when they’ve got a stupid little smirk and sparkly blue eyes and a very nice shirt that’s got not one but two top buttons undone—

“Where’s your bedroom?”

“Um, what?”

Bond rolls his eyes. “I want to make sure you don’t give yourself a concussion trying to get to bed.”

“Oh,” Q’s face is aflame. He hopes the alcohol making up half his bloodstream is a good enough excuse for it. “Upstairs.”

“All right. Finish your water, and I’ll help you up.”

“I don’t need help—” Q stumbles as he gets up from the couch. One of his traitorous little cats is right at his feet. "Oh, you twat!"

“Clearly. Come on.” Bond’s arm is back on Q’s waist as he guides him towards the staircase.

“I didn't mean that Marvin. You're not a twat, you're a darling.”

“Of course your cat’s named Marvin.”

“It’s ‘cause he’s paranoid,” mumbles Q, distracted by trying to make his feet work on the stairs.

Goodness, he really should give his cats more credit. They do this with four legs every day, bounding up and down like it’s nothing when it’s clearly extremely difficult. And toddlers! How on earth do they manage with their ungainly, chubby little legs? Oh, he really must call in and see the old 004 sometime. He can’t believe she’s got a baby now. Every agent should be able to retire and have babies. Or not, if that’s not what they want. Babies or fur babies, or furless babies. Whatever, they should all be able to retire and drink a million shots of tequila with Moneypenny and die because that’s what’s going to happen to Q if these stairs don’t ever come to a fucking end.

“God, you’re nothing but dead weight,” grunts Bond as they topple over the last. Q apologises, straightening up. The last of the journey to the bedroom is uneventful, and Bond looks around approvingly at Q’s decor before trying to manoeuvre him into his bed. They are right at the edge of it when Q feels an overwhelming urge to do something stupid.

“Wait, Bond.”

“What?” Bond’s still got his hand at Q’s waist.

Q shouldn’t, but Bond’s been so lovely and patient, and Q knows he won’t blab to anyone about this, except maybe Moneypenny, but he’ll likely be blabbing to her himself, so...

Q hugs him.

Bond’s arms settle around his back, warm and heavy. They squeeze with just the right amount of tightness to make Q sigh. Naturally, Bond is an excellent hugger. It’s unfair. People as good-looking and intelligent as him should at least have the decency to be bad at something. But no, he feels delightful pressed up against Q. And it's been a while since Q’s had a hug like this — a full-body affair that makes you want to weep with the comfort of it.

One of Bond’s hands plays with the curls at the nape of Q’s neck, and at some point, Q thinks — though he might already be dreaming — he feels Bond press a light kiss to the side of his neck.

He lost all sense of time about hours ago, so he can’t say how long they stay like that. All he knows is that he doesn’t want it to end, which is foolish. So foolish, because all things end, especially when James Bond is involved.

“Q,” Bond’s soft, deep voice in his ear brings him back to alertness.

“Hm? Sorry.”

“Don’t be. But I think you’re falling asleep.”

“Am I? Ah. That’s embarrassing.”

“More for me, I’d say.” He manhandles Q into bed with a soft smile. “I’ll do a better job of keeping you awake next time.”

“Presumptuous,” says Q. Or he thinks he says it. It’s probably little more than a useless set of consonants.

Bond laughs, pulling the blanket over him and patting Q’s hip like it’s all a job well done. “Goodnight, Q.”

“‘Night, James.”

In the morning, he wakes with more pressure in his head than the Marianas Trench. Of course, there’s also the embarrassment stinging at him like a physical thing. It’s too monumental to deal with, so he spends ten minutes cringing under his pillow before finally convincing himself to sit up. When he does, he finds a bottle of water on his bedside table, accompanied by a brand new packet of ibuprofen and a note with absolutely terrible handwriting. With his headache pounding at his brow, it takes Q whole, seemingly endless, minutes to decipher it.

Nipped out to get breakfast. Bringing back a full English, so I hope you’re not vegan. J.

Q laughs. It makes his whole brain hurt, but he doesn’t give a shit; he laughs until he snorts. Relieved beyond belief, he downs some ibuprofen and guzzles the entire bottle of water before he goes to have a shower. The water doesn’t even make a dent in his dehydration levels, which feels like the cruellest hit this morning has dealt him. Still, he feels he can deal better with it now that the crippling mortification has lessened a bit.

In truth, none of his usual hangover cures work quite so well as the knowledge that Bond is likely downstairs flipping bacon and sausages in Q’s tiny, cluttered kitchen. It’s an image Q can’t wait to see in reality, and he speeds through his shower to ensure he doesn’t miss it.

He wonders if he’ll get another hug. Maybe. Hopefully.

Last night’s didn’t feel long enough.

#00q #00q fic #my fic #007 fest #007 fest 2022 #teamcivilian

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lovemesomesurveys · 9 months

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What was the year/make/model of the last car you drove? I don't drive.

Have you ever been in weather below 0 Fahrenheit (-17 Celcius)? Gah, noooo thankfully I have not.

What was the last thing you used your phone for, besides calling/texting? Ha, it's rare that I'm using my phone for actual phone things lol. Anyway, I'm pretty sure it was TikTok.

Do you have more male or female coworkers? I don't have a job.

Did you enjoy high school? I liked some parts of it. Like, I actually enjoyed the pep rallies and assemblies. Honestly, while a lot of it truly was tough and I'll still stand by that, I think as I've gotten older and looked back some of the stuff maybe wasn't so bad after all.

What's an unusual food combination you like? I haven't had it in so long, but I actually think adding mayo to ramen is good.

What's the longest stretch of time you've spent completely alone? Just like half a day.

Have you ever lived in a studio apartment? No.

Did your parents allow you to drink soda when you were a kid? Yeah.

Do you always check the prices of things when you buy groceries? Of course. I don't have money coming out my ass. However, I do sometimes randomly throw stuff in, but it's a snack or drink and I know it doesn't cost much.

Do you like gyoza? I've never had it.

Have you ever been in a situation where you needed a lawyer? No.

Do you use Instagram? If so, what's your current profile pic? Very, very, very rarely. I don't even spend much time on it scrolling through my feed or watching people's insta stories. I just posted something for the first time in a few years for my birthday.

Did you ever go through an emo or goth phase? I had my emo phase when I was 16, but let's be real it was never just a phase.

What are your thoughts on kids being given iPads to keep them entertained? I don't see an issue with it. However, I personally wouldn't use a screen as a babysitter and I'd set limits to screen time. Otherwise, I definitely see the educational benefits. It's just wild how kids literally come out the womb nowadays knowing how to use a tablet or phone like wtf.

Do you get regular check-ups with your doctor? With one of my specialists, but not my primary doctor.

What was the last thing you felt apprehensive about? I'm apprehensive about everything.

How many nights per week do you cook dinner at home vs. going out to eat? I personally don't cook, so in that regard zero. As for how many nights I eat at home vs in my case how many nights I get takeout, it's something like takeout 4-5 times a week.

What's a trend you've seen recently that you thought was really dumb? I will never understand the whole Crocs trend or the little charm things you put on them. I just can't.

Do you know anyone who has been evicted? Not to my knowledge.

When did you last wash your sheets and pillowcases? A couple weeks ago.

Have you kissed more than 10 people in the past 10 years? I've only kissed 3 people total.

Have you ever been caught outdoors away from shelter during a thunderstorm? Gah, yes. I was at an outdoor festival and it just randomly started POURING. It was crazy.

Did you leave the house before 10 AM yesterday? I didn't go anywhere yesterday.

What's your favorite macaron flavor? The Fruity Pebbles one.

How often do you have friends over to your house? --

Have you ever had a boss who acted unprofessionally?

How many times have you stayed at a hotel in the past year, and where? I last stayed at a motel in March of 2022.

What kind of technological advancements do you expect there to be 100 years from now? >> I can't fathom this

Have you ever done a flip on a trampoline? No, I can't go on a trampoline.

What about a flip off of a diving board? I can't do that either.

What was the last hot beverage you had? Coffee.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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babysealfan · 2 years

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this looks fun! number 25 for fexi 😊

thank u for the prompt bestie!! I COULD have taken this to a very angsty place so I think I deserve credit for NOT doing that.....instead this got a little smutty. enjoy!

25. Exchanging Letters

Fezco had tried to break up with Lexi when she left for college.

She said no.

He had insisted that she should focus on her education and having fun, and maybe she would meet someone new while she was there.

She had insisted that she could divide her attention equally, and that there was no man in the world better than him.

So he'd sighed and let her win. He was relieved, truly—no part of him wanted them to break up, he just thought he'd give her an out, if she wanted it. Clearly, she didn't.

And Fezco turned out to be the best long distance boyfriend in the world. He didn't demand her attention, or insist that she call him every day to check in. She still did it anyway, of course, but he didn't demand anything from her. He'd text her good morning and good night, ask about her classes and her friends, and indulge in sexy FaceTimes when she called him after getting home from parties. He'd surprised her on campus for her birthday and ordered food to the library when he knew she'd be up studying late.

But Lexi's favorite part of their long distance relationship was the letters.

She had framed the first letter and displayed it on her desk, a constant reminder of how loved she was. The rest she kept in a box tucked in her closet, along with other little sentimental bits and pieces of their relationship. She'd go through her little box whenever she was missing Fezco more than usual—generally, about every other day.

Her last letter to him had been short, sweet, and to the point.

Dear Fezco,

I miss you. I can't wait to see you (two weeks!!!). I included a special treat with this letter....call me when you get it.

Love,

Lexi

One of her friends had gotten a polaroid camera, and Lexi had borrowed it to take a few risqué shots for Fezco. The mechanics of taking nudes on a polaroid turned out to be much more difficult than Lexi anticipated, and so she'd had to enlist the help of her roommate to get the perfect shot.

Fezco had greatly enjoyed the present, though he questioned how close Lexi was to her roommate, seeing how comfortable they were taking each other's nudes. He didn't care how close he was to any male friend, there was no way he'd let one of them help him take pics of his junk.

Fezco wanted to return the favor, though he knew a polaroid picture of his dick couldn't compare to the work of art that was Lexi's nude picture (and either way, she very much preferred videos).

His best option was to use his words.

He did his research, picking up some romance novels at Barnes and Noble and searching on the internet. He found a fanfiction website where, apparently, amateur writers published some pretty graphic porn. A lot of them had some good ideas that he was now looking forward to trying out. Still, baby steps...

Dear Lexi,

I miss you so much baby. I'm just thinkin bout all the things I wanna do to you when I get to see you again. Your pic was hot as fuck but ain't nothin compare to the real thing.

I be thinkin bout you in that pretty pink panty set you got. How you'd look tied up to my bed by some of those pretty hair ribbons of yours, letting me have my way with you. How many times I could make you cum before you start begging for mercy.

I also be thinkin bout how pretty you look when you ridin me. With your pretty titties bouncing and you got your head thrown back and you moanin so loud the neighbors can hear. I think about you moanin a lot, actually, think I might be addicted to that sound.

Call me when you get this, maybe I can hear it again.

Love,

Fezco

Fezco got a call from Lexi at 10 pm a few days later.

"Hi, baby," she said in a sultry voice.

"Did you get my letter?" he asked, anticipation thick in his voice.

"I did," Lexi said softly. "I read it at lunch, actually."

"Oh," Fezco's mouth dropped open.

"Yeah, it was interesting being so turned on while I was eating mac and cheese," she said with a giggle. "Where'd you learn to write like that?"

"Baby, they got hella resources like that on the internet. People be doing crazy shit," he said. "Matter fact, I got some ideas."

"Yeah?" she said. "I think you should tell me about them."

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starlight-vixen-emiko · 2 years

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This is the part where I let you go

ao3 ff.net

Hey everyone! I know I have been inactive...Actually there is a reason behind that. There is an announcement at the end of this fanfic so...Read to the end, please. Enjoy!

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Marinette couldn't help but sit in the corner as she waited for him.

Her thoughts were racing as she held a guitar pic safely in her hand. The orange sunset glowed through the window. She waited for Luka to smile through the window again like he always did.

But Marinette was already hurt, knowing this would be different from all the times Luka returned home. She mentally prepared for pain but the thought of him coming home smiling and Marinette having to tell him made her want to cry.

She closed her eyes and tried not to tear up, not wanting Luka to come home to see her crying. And then, after ten minutes of grounding herself, she finally saw her handsome boyfriend through the window. And then her heart nearly stopped after hearing the door open.

"Hey Marinette! I missed you!"

Luka called out to her as elated as usual, his blue eyes sparkling like aquamarines. Marinette breathed in and stood up. Luka was busy putting his stuff down, and Marinette walked up to him. Luka turned to her but immediately noticed that something was troubling her. Marinette winced, knowing that Luka knew the song of her heart too well and the truth was about to come out.

"Are you alright Marinette?"

Marinette should've known she couldn't hide the worry on her face. She wanted to throw herself in his arms and cry for hours, but instead, she kept herself grounded by taking his hands quickly.

"I'm glad you're back," She looked him in the eye, and he smiled down at her again. And he held her hands gently and made her feel safe. But she knew she couldn't let this go on, or else she would miss his touch.

Marinette tried her hardest to hide the hurt in her eyes to the point where she was frozen in place. She felt Luka wrap his arm around her like a shelter from the storm.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Luka asked. His voice was enough to comfort Marinette.

"I'm fine," Marinette said firmly.

There was a silence between them before Marinette found her strength again.

"I said I wanted to tell you something when you got home," Marinette said.

Now Marinette felt herself holding on to Luka, as selfish as it was. Luka kept her steady in his arms.

"You seem a bit uncomfortable. Maybe this should wait," Luka said. Marinette was about to drift off from the comfort of his voice.

"No!" Marinette cried as she placed her hand on Luka's chest.

"I need to tell you this now," Marinette said.

But Luka knew the melody of Marinette's heart too well, and he heard every note of sadness in her words. He took her chin with his hand and moved her face so their eyes could meet.

"Marinette… What's wrong?"

Marinette was ready to tell him. He gave her the strength. But as much as it hurt her, she pulled away from him. And Luka looked so confused, and a bit hurt that she recoiled from him.

"It has to do with you going miles away to pursue your dream," Marinette said.

Marinette found it harder to hide the pain in her eyes as Luka looked like he was broken as well. And Marinette never wanted to hurt Luka with words. But as much as Marinette didn't want to hurt him with a sad melody, she also couldn't keep a mockingbird caged.

"What?"

Luka uttered that one word as if the very idea was absurd.

"Luka…"

Marinette started to hold herself as she looked away from him and tried hopelessly to fight the tears forming in her eyes.

"I think you should do it…."

Marinette turned her back to him and wiped some tears from her eyes.

"This is the part where I let you go," she said softly.

And Marinette tried her hardest not to fall apart after saying every heartbreaking word.

Luka placed his hands on her shoulders, and Marinette's eyes burned as more tears streamed from her eyes.

"Marinette…"

There was so much devastation in Luka's voice as Marinette predicted. But Marinette shook her head.

"No Luka!"

She turned back to him and gave him a serious look, but she couldn't fight back her tears no matter hard she tried. And now, Marinette saw the pain in Luka's eyes as well. Since they both knew the possibility of this was out there. And for weeks, Luka was at a crossroad. But Marinette knew he would choose her over becoming a famous musician. And she couldn't allow that, no matter how much she needed her shining star in her life.

"Please don't stay here for me," Marinette said.

Luka didn't respond. He only wiped some tears from her eyes because he knew Marinette's melody was filled with so much pain. A melody of trying so hard to make a painful decision.

"Marinette, I love you," Luka said. This time Luka looked as if he was trying hard not to fall apart as well. "I told you I could never do this without you. That my dream wouldn't be complete without you."

Marinette let out a sob and wiped the tears off her cheek. Hearing Luka's devotion to her killed her inside. He was firm about this with her before, and she felt as if she did not deserve this. But she had to encourage him.

"I love you too!" Marinette cried. "But It's because I love you is the reason I can't be selfish!" She took his hands and bowed her head.

"I can't just sit here and let your dream go unrealized."

Luka frowned, but he didn't once move away from Marinette.

"Marinette, I choose not to do this. It was my own decision. You're not selfish. You're the least selfish person I know, always putting your feelings before others."

Marinette frantically shook her head and started crying again. "No!"

"I am selfish! After everything I've been through in life, you were the one thing that went right! You are the best boyfriend I ever had Luka! And as much as I wanted to love you for as long as I could, I also wanted to hold you and never let you go!"

Luka took a step forward, and Marinette held herself and took a step back.

"I can't leave you like this Marinette," Luka said as he tried to look into her tear-stained eyes.

Luka looked as if he wanted to hold her and never let her go, but he stood still so she could continue talking.

"You were the one who made me feel like I was worth loving," she said.

This time Luka wrapped his arms around her, and Marinette didn't resist as she nearly fell to the ground to cry, but they fell to the floor together. Luka held her close as Marinette took a moment to sob in his warm sweater. And eventually, Marinette found the strength to speak again, and Luka would just shut the entire world out and listen to her melody for as long as possible.

"I…I…" Marinette cried.

Luka wiped away her tears with the sleeve of his sweater, whispering multiple times that it was going to be alright.

Then Marinette finally found stability as she laid her head on Luka's chest as he held her.

"I have been hurt so much that I hated the idea of people only coming into our lives to teach us lessons…."

She placed her hand on Luka's heart. "But now I understand…."

"You taught me how to love myself and how beautiful the world is, and I could never forget that. Even if I let you go now, I won't regret anything."

Luka gently cupped Marinette's face with his hands so she could look at him. "Marinette…"

"I may have learned so many things about life, music, and love because I met you. But you're not a lesson that's meant to come and go… You're the love of my life. And I could never stop loving you."

Tears started streaming from her eyes as she pulled herself away and covered her face with her hands. After a moment of sobbing, she looked at him again.

"Luka…"

Luka met eyes with her again, and he saw the face of a woman who was serious about her decision.

"You can't just stay for me."

Luka placed a gentle hand on her tear-soaked face.

"I can't just leave like this," Luka said. "What if everything goes wrong?"

Marinette placed her hand on his.

"I remember being told that sometimes our relationships need to be put to the test," Marinette said.

Luka sniffed as some tears formed in his eyes.

"I'm… I'm scared," Luka whispered.

This time Marinette cupped Luka's face with her hands. And Luka felt comfort in her gentle touch as a small smile formed on his lips.

"I know you don't want to let me go, and that is the sweetest thing," Marinette said.

Marinette was scared to death, too but staying in the same place was no way to live.

More tears flooded Marinette's face.

"But if we are really meant to be together, then we will find each other again," Marinette cried.

"So please don't stay just for me!"

That final order echoed in the apartment as Marinette wiped the tears off her face. Then there was a silence, and Marinette could hear Luka take a breath.

"Can I hold you, Marinette?"

Marinette sniffed and nodded. "Yes Luka." Marinette felt herself surrender for a moment. "You can hold me as long as you need."

Luka wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him. They stayed still in each other's embrace as they shut out the world for a moment.

Luka moved his lips closer to Marinette, but Marinette placed a hand on his chest.

"They are probably waiting for you," Marinette said.

Luka moved his lips closer to her ear.

"I'll make it big for both of us," he whispered.

Marinette sniffed. "I'm so proud of you."

Luka took her hands and looked her in the eye. "Marinette, just know one thing."

Marinette and Luka both helped each other up. And then Luka wrapped his arms around her and held her close.

"You were just as important in my life as I was in yours," Luka said. "I needed you as much as you needed me. This was never a one-sided deal."

Marinette smiled because hearing that honestly lifted some guilt off her, even if she was starting to tear up again. She thought about her beautiful star traveling around to make the world more beautiful.

"Oh Luka…" Marinette wiped her tears again and then stood her ground.

"I'm not afraid!" She declared. "Our love is strong. Stronger than any other love!" She suggested arrogantly. "But right now we need to move forward."

The two of them turned to see the sunset glow from the window, and Luka took her hand.

"We will meet again!" He suggested arrogantly. "I just know we will!"

And with that, Marinette wrapped her arms around Luka one last time.

"Thank you Luka, for everything!"

Luka ran his fingers through her hair before looking her in the eye.

"Take care of yourself Marinette. I know you are strong enough. And every time you feel alone, know that the music I play is for you," Luka said.

Marinette nodded before placing her hand on his cheek. "Travel safely. I can hardly wait to see you become the star you deserve to be. The greatest rockstar in all of Paris."

They both had a determined glow in their eyes as they moved in for one last kiss. They nearly lost control and kept each other tethered until they broke the kiss and rested their foreheads together for a moment of comfort.

"...I love you…." They both breathed in unison.

Then Luka moved away and placed his hand on the doorknob. However, he stopped when he felt his heart drop, not wanting to leave his precious melody behind.

But Marinette gave him an encouraging smile because by letting him go, he could go and make all his dreams come true. And Luka could become the most beautiful shining star in the world. A star that would never lose his luster and make the entire world a brighter place.

And Luka finally found the courage to smile back at her, taking comfort that the two of them are connected and will only grow stronger.

"Good luck, my love," Marinette whispered.

Luka opened the door, but the two of them continued to smile at each other as Luka slowly closed the door between them. But before Luka could run off to meet his bandmates, he leaned against the apartment door and smiled to himself.

"I will reach for the stars and become a man you can be proud of Marinette. I swear it!"

Marinette stayed still from inside the apartment. She couldn't be happier for Luka, but she knew it would take some time to get used to this. The apartment would undoubtedly be a lot quieter without a certain songwriter.

She would have to take it one day at a time, and it wouldn't always be easy, but she knew she had made the right decision for both of them.

So Marinette placed her hand on her heart and cried some happy tears.

"Good luck Luka. You will always be in my heart."

~~~~~

Author's Note: Alright now to explain myself!

Well for starters this fanfic was originally an audio drama I written back in 2019...About a girlfriend saying goodbye to her boyfriend. I found it in an old notebook when I myself was at a crossroad.

Basically, I tried to finish some unfinished Lukanette fanfics for the past few nights but the only thing I could find the stength to do was to make this old audio drama about Marinette and Luka.

You guys can probably piece it together at this point. I know it sounds cliche as hell but I am leaving the miraculous fandom...And I know that sounds dramatic but I have honestly been on the downward spiral for months. Been back and forth between having inspiration to write Lukanette to not having inspiration at all...And then I visited new fandoms and met up with old friends and realized I didn't want to deal with this anymore, a thousand negative emotions at once.

And I feel guilty! I know some people were counting on me to write Lukanette and Adrigami but when a ship that was precious to me becomes way too associated with my trauma I think it's time for me to move on.

Really I am heartbroken...I came into this fandom last June like a summer meteor shower brimming with determination to fill this place with starlight...But I ended up becoming so unhappy that I was watching my own starlight fade away...And I didn't want to see myself fade away completely.

I wanted to do Lukanette June again to see how far I came since a year ago but right now I just can't...

So basically the last order of business is to write one last Adrigami fanfic that also has the theme of saying goodbye...Maybe finish a few more Adrigami fanfics to balance things out.

And I basically scrubbed my Tumblr clean of Miraculous so if you followed me for Miraculous you may want to unfollow me right now.

Or who knows...I am not sure if this is goodbye for good. The fanfic I wrote even ended on an ambiguous note. If I come back that would be for the universe to decide...But right now I just can't deal. Unfortunately, I can't say this is a mere hiatus.

Anyway, I guess the last thing for me to say is, I will see everyone around. And thanks for the support over this past year.

#lukanette #pro lukamari #my writing #my fanfiction

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cidthesquid · 2 months

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The origin of this account! Answering Questions+ Quick Update 03/26/24

Quick Update 03/26/24 + The origin of this account!

Hello all, It's been a while since my last post, so I figured I'd post a short update regarding new content.

In short I'll continue to update this blog when something of note happens in Style Savvy Trend setters, but it's still been pretty quiet/slow, and with FF7:Rebirth out soon, my progress will be slow. ---

Also, I'd like to take some time to respond to a few questions that were sent in. For some reason, I can't see my question inbox, so I'll just be making a short reply based on what showed up in the email preview.

Since, I'm not sure if this person is comfortable with me sharing their name, So we'll just call them 'sender', and I'll 'find and replace' it later if they're okay with me sharing it.

Anyways, 'sender' mentioned that they have a two-week wait before they can post comments. I did not know tumbler had a wait system like that. I'm still fairly new here.

From what I've seen 'like' and 'reblogs' are the most common forms of interactions, so comments are pretty rare, (Fairly different from other social media.)

I've actually been a bit hesitant to comment on others posts because of this. (don't want to rock the boat) But anyone is free to comment here, and I'm open to constructive criticism as well. So if you have an idea of how an outfit could look better (in the style I'm going for) feel free to let me know!

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'Sender' Also mentioned various setups I could use to make playing ' MODEL Debut 3' easier. Holding up my phone to my pc screen was very uncomfortable, so their suggestion of using a phone tripod setup would have helped a lot, if I go back to the game, I'll give it a shot!

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'Senders' Third message mentioned how they'd been enjoying reading through the content I'd been posting, including both the game commentary, and the sections that tied it into some of my related personal stories.

And that really meant a lot to me, I honestly considered just switching to 'Outfit of the day' style posts, as in a comment-lite platform like this, it was hard to see what from the content people enjoyed most.

This is why I started front-loading a lot of the outfit pics, After posting them, I'd add a line or two about what happened that day (in-game) as a quick summary, then I'd say "hmm, maybe I should explain a little more about thought process behind the outfit", followed by "ok, but wow, X was done way better (or worse) here compared to Fashion Forward", and next thing I knew hour and hour had passed, XD

As for the little personal stories and connections to my experiences with fashion, and why these games mean so much to me, that has its own story behind it, (buckle up!)

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The short version is, a few years back I was looking for a way to try to practice being more social, and open about stuff. Normally people would just post online to do that, but I'd been using the same online name since high school, so most the people I knew IRL new it, and it was used on all my social media/online games.

And as it was prime covid time, everyone I knew irl was at home on social media, so any post on my normal social media would likely actively promoted to the people, who I did not really want to see it.

So I figured a 'fresh slate' would be the best way to practice being more social, without having to worry about what people thought about me!

It sounds kinda crazy now, but I ended up making a new discord twitter, reddit and steam account, tumbler was honestly just an afterthought, as I hardly ever used my main tumblr.

So I played some online game, joined some discord groups, and followed and messaged people on twitter…

…and after the first year, I was borderline right back where I was before. Still second guessing everything I post, leaving tons of replies in the drafts, and while I had 'mutuals', there were just other people I followed so I could get more of the content I already enjoyed, there was no real connection outside of a quick reply here or there.

I spent so much time thinking "oh I'm just not comfortable with these IRL people", that simply having a new 'pool' of people to interact with would fix all my social issues, and while I did feel a little more comfortable talking about a wider range of topics with these new people, I'd still feel held back in many of the same was as before.

Every action had to be fueled by multiple layers of second guessing.

"I like this art, I should tell them…well they probably already hear that all the time, it won't matter" "I Also like the thing they're talking about, but they're WAY more interested, so I can't really add much to the conversation" "I really like that outfit/artwork, but it is a tiny bit suggestive, so would that sound creepy coming from a guy?"

…and much more. Addintally, when I often have trouble wording things in a natural sounding way, I'd have to worry about not just 'what' I said but "how I said it" And with multiple questions behind each action, just like with my main account, I just stopped interacting.

And it really took a lot of positive exposure to situations for me to be able to see, sometimes the intent matters almost as much (or sometimes more) than wording.

I've already gone into details on the process here, and in my reddit post prior to posting on tumblr.

But in short, playing in the fantastic Final Fantasy XIV community, gave me a lot of great places to experience this.

You could get carried through a dungeon by a tank that only speaks in the 3rd person, or get great healing from a cat girl, who's every single message contains at least one cat-related pun.

How they presented that help, did not matter, it's the fact that they were willing to help. And you could also look however you wanted, Even if that meant you were protected by a 2.5' very angry munchkin of a tank, people would just roll with it.

Style Savvy was just as helpful, I may never understand modern fashion or trends, But if someone comes into my shop asking to look a specific way, I get to help them achieve their ideal image!

I got to explore a small section of the fashion world, without having to worry about "well, technically that's out of season" or "ooh, that was IN last year, but now it's OUT", or "Why am I dressing this person that way, what would they really want?"

I just got to have fun living in my own little fashion cubbyhole, a comfortable little cutout with only the parts I enjoy.

And Fashion Forward had such a big impact on me, I just really had to share it, so I made the above reddit post, I kept playing and kept enjoying the game, and started sharing my thoughts here as well, as it's much better for images than Reddit.

And just like with playing the games, over time I started sharing more of my thoughts, and eventually explaining "why" I felt specific ways about some parts, it felt fairly uncomfortable at first, but I remember just telling myself, "It's still topical, and if they've gotten this far, they kinda know what there getting into",

My main concern was not making anyone uncomfortable, or upset

but still trying to be open, and I think I've managed to strike a fair balance. As in general, I want this blog to be more about my adventure with fashion, rather than simply sharing screenshots, or just me venting. And even if a majority of people are here for the screenshots, it still means a lot that others are interested in my content!

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Anyways you all for reading, hopefully this little look inside the creation of the channel was insightful! (I have to head start work, but I'll do a quick edit pass later) I still have a long ways to go when it comes to 'social improvements' , but I feel I've made a ton of progress in the last year or so. These games have helped far more than my 'dramatic social media change', and now I'm getting some external support to manage as well!

And while I won't yet be providing exact details of my situation, Questions and comments are always open!

#fashion game #lore #social anxiety

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I hope we get some updates from Kai soon, I heard SM requested not to send him letters? And I hope he will be able to rest and regenerate, but social work is so weird, because he's literally home and kinda free, but can't participate in the cb... such a strange arrangement. At least when you're actually in the military you're away. Armchairs saying shit like "oh, he thought the BTS law applies to him?" stfu, cunts for real. But thank you Kim Kai for serving so hard with Rover, the world will remember!

Nope I'm back in Seoul, I'm staying here then going to HK for a moment, idk when I will be back in London and tbh I'm not looking forward to it 😬

AHHHHHHH I SAW SHINEEEEEE TWICE AND ON DAY 2 MINKEY CAME TO MY SIDE AND THEY WERE LITERALLY NEXT TO ME, MINHO TOUCHED MY HAND! AND HE HUGGED SOMEONE TOO. They performed one of their new songs, summer bop me thinks! And DCM DANCE PRACTICE AFTER 1000 YEARS WOW

Omg I hate when the questionable webtoons get adaptations (yes, True Beauty I'm talking about you) idk why they're so popular... maybe a good cast can somehow save it

Can I be a hater again and say that Seonghwa in grills looks so silly, like I'm sorry but asjjsjshahshsdjsjsbs y'all stay safe screaming, shaking and throwing up, but I legit yelled JUMPSCARE when he appeared 😭 guess no matter how down bad for him I am, I still have my limits. He has a villainous face, but he's not a gangster YOU WON'T FOOL ME. Grills make sense on rappers, but otherwise I really dislike them... A biker jacket and grills, oh he really thinks he's a Neo 😬 face card didn't decline ofc he looked hot, just let's keep the mouth closed, amen 🙏🏻 Why can't they do more for the promo pics and why can't they post more photos....

I'd say so far the MG x HJ song sounds the most interesting, overall the songs don't necessarily stand out. And look I like noise and fun, ass shakers are okay, but I need more versatility y'know... They haven't really got me in the trenches music-wise since Deja Vu :/ that was the last song that was an instant hit for me since the teaser dropped. Yep can't believe I'm saying this, bc as much as I like the lore and used to be sooooooo into it, it is kinda limiting at this point

GODDDD LOOK AT THIS MODEL https://twitter.com/ATEEZofficial/status/1661964508825518081?t=MXO020zlvR_OTmI30opndQ&s=19 he's literally wearing YSL sandals (Ten wore the same ones...) so what's stopping them from inviting him to their events I'M SO SICK AND TIRED 💀💀💀💀 and the glasses too?! https://twitter.com/8teez_world/status/1662472208978006018?t=NB54XML0PEs9oD2mTR6c1A&s=19 I don't even like YSL much, cause they've been designing the same shit for years, but I'll get him that sponsorship!!!

Donatella followed SKZ, oh Hyunjin is definitely getting that Versace bag!!! Put him on the runaway too 👀 I just need to free Felix from LV and get him a more interesting deal

Yes I am taller than Ten, he wore heels but so did I, so nice try boy. Unfortunately did not manhandle him, BUT I did shoot my shot and said hi also told him he looked great and he responded, so we're best friends now <3 so Black Opium is quite strong, I like strong perfume for fall and winter or evenings

Uhhhhm Krystal at Cannes, meanwhile https://www.koreaboo.com/news/former-girls-generation-member-jessica-jung-blanc-eclare-evicted-not-paying-rent/ I heard she's doing well in China though, she's on the 2nd season of Great Dance Crew too, but everything about her business endeavours has been questionable

I'M SEEING TAEYONG FINALLY. God I really thought I'd have to sit through an NCT 127 gig just to see him, so bless his upcoming album!

Lmao the Bangpink wattpad writers from 2017 are living right now, Taennie, Taelisa content 👀👀👀👀 this is all very amusing to me, especially Army x Blink meltdowns

WHAT'S UP WITH WAYV LATELY I LOVE THE ENERGY https://twitter.com/smoldejuns/status/1662701927975784448?t=4foUSfDlZxI73Nu_F0nB0Q&s=19 between this and Yuta saying being in NCT is difficult jshshajsgwhwhhw 😭😭😭😭 these men are so done. Sungtaro in a new group that isn't NCT??? Who thought of this...

London is what? Idk I can't see bestie, London who??? 🙈🙉🙊

Omg I hope the weather gets mor stable for you! The weather in SK is kinda crazy as well and I already miss Thai weather, even though the climate can be difficult

What...https://twitter.com/nobodylikehwa/status/1662466812703809537?t=wYQ_CoJ7_BTupZSKPusBzg&s=19 he's gonna crash after 3 minutes, but ok

We ghostwrote this https://twitter.com/Kpopmap/status/1662352938721787906?t=yp2SDRk8Vek5Fqzzubdh0A&s=19

Fifty Fifty in Barbie? https://twitter.com/kchartsmaster/status/1661720962511822851?t=xIx3N6RGa8GQLRouGhTorw&s=19 didn't expect that - DV 💖

hello!!!

i hope so too!!! got some new ysl beauty commercials form him in his blond era 😭😭 cried a little ngl,,, and it’s only been a few days….we gotta wait till 2025 oh my god- i am PISSED ALL OVER AGAIN THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE YEAR OHHHHH LORD, nO LITERALLY LIKE HOW ARE THEY GONNA DO THEIR COMEBACK WITHOUT THE FACE OF THE GROUP??? he’s free at him bring him back to the studio 😭😭

bts law this bts law that i AM TIRED, like doesn’t mx have the same one??? NO BC ROVER, IM ROVERING EVERY DAY HE SERVED SO HARD THAT THEY CALLED HIM IN THE BARRACKS TO RESERVE 😭😭😭😭

Nope I'm back in Seoul, I'm staying here then going to HK for a moment, idk when I will be back in London and tbh I'm not looking forward to it 😬 //// AHHHHHHH I SAW SHINEEEEEE TWICE AND ON DAY 2 MINKEY CAME TO MY SIDE AND THEY WERE LITERALLY NEXT TO ME, MINHO TOUCHED MY HAND! AND HE HUGGED SOMEONE TOO. They performed one of their new songs, summer bop me thinks! And DCM DANCE PRACTICE AFTER 1000 YEARS WOW

AAAHHHHH BACK IN SEOUL,, no bc imagine going back to london and seeing all the grey loomy depressive skies <//3 FHWMDHKWBDWKDWK U SAW SHINEE??? TWICEE???? SCREAMS SCREAMS!!!! HE TOUCHED UR HAND??? HOW WAS IT PDF ME EVERYTHING,, FUCK HOW DID THE SONG SOUND LIKE???? OH MY GOD U GOT TO HEAR IT??? TELL ME THE VIBES THE VOCALS PLS WHAT GENRE IS IT 😭😭😭😭

Omg I hate when the questionable webtoons get adaptations (yes, True Beauty I'm talking about you) idk why they're so popular... maybe a good cast can somehow save it

no literally i keep seeing more edits of try beauty and it rly, rly makes me question like how tf u gonna chose suho over seojun???? like what???? hopefully a good cast will bc that webtoon is hideous,,, a dupe of the better version,, but im vv excited for yoona & junho’s new show!! sounds like a business proposal type hehe

LMFAOOOO NOT JUMPSCARE 😭😭😭 UR RIGHT HE HAS A VILLIAN FACE NOT A GANGSTER,, THAT OPEN MIGHT THING BRO IN HIS WANNABE GANGSTER ERA and if he throws up the gang signs iM SCREAMING RHWKDDKQL grills on mingi juseyo 🤲🏻🤲🏻 seonghwa in the new neo tokyo group fbkwdhkd he’s gonna resonate isn’t he 😭😭 LETS KEEP THAT MOUTH CLOSED LMFAOOOOOOO FJQJFHWKDHWK

right!! their rap sounds pretty solid im vv excited and then it transitioned into vocals and 🫠🫠, no ur right ass shakers are good but let’s revamp a little <3 for funsies <3 pls <3 yeah! i also used to enjoy it so much but it’s like every little thing is a lore atp, i just want to scream to music idc who’s lost in a desert and who’s time travelling, NEED GOOD MUSIC!!! but the promo of it is so funny like wdym ur selling chillies 😭😭 the album looks pretty but def not gonna get it this time not very into it atm!!

THE DOGS ARE OUT FOR FREE?????? HDKQDKWDHWK HE’S DOING EVERYTHING FOR THAT YSL AMBASSADORSHIP AND ITS TIME WE MAKE EDITS AND TREND HIM AND DM THEM!!! A LITTLE DELULU BUT WE’VE LEARNT THIS FROM ASKING FENTY TO DM KAI,, WE GOTTA ATP! ysl just be the colour black,,, one thing if he gets to be the ambassador he’s just gonna be wearing black and white for everything 😭😭 also YUNHO as a ralph lauren guy??? esp in this collection??? need him to sign up!!!!!

Donatella followed SKZ, oh Hyunjin is definitely getting that Versace bag!!! Put him on the runaway too 👀 I just need to free Felix from LV and get him a more interesting deal

NEED A ARCHIVAL VERSACE GIANNI VERSION ON HYUNJIN!!!!! put him on that runway he’d slay omg,,, felix to ysl??? he has that look ngl or like alexander mcqueen mhm

ur really said uni reverse on him, if tried to one up u ur already two steps ahead 🫡 AAAAAAAAAAAAAA TO SEE HIM SO UP CLOSE AND U DID GODS JOB AND TOLD HIM HE LOOKED GREAT YEAH! besties w ten what a flex 🔫 aHHH so like headache strong??

forget abt her sister, ever since she started dating tyler kwon it’s all going downhill for her 🤚🏻 BUT MISS KRYSTAL????? OLD HOLLYWOOD????? MISS MAAM

what a face card ngl i watched it live and my jaw dropped multiple times, forever the it girl

i am obsessed actually

I'M SEEING TAEYONG FINALLY. God I really thought I'd have to sit through an NCT 127 gig just to see him, so bless his upcoming album! /// Lmao the Bangpink wattpad writers from 2017 are living right now, Taennie, Taelisa content 👀👀👀👀 this is all very amusing to me, especially Army x Blink meltdowns

DBWKDHWKDHWKDHAKDHAK SEEING HIM AND HIS COMEBACK??? IT SOUNDS LIKE A GHIBLI MUSIC IM SO EXCITED THE VIBES ARE SO GENTLE AND NOSTALGIC watch it he completely different tho,, his album design is also so so pretty omg,, NOOO FRRRR IM AFRAID TO CHECK WATTPAD BC IK THOSE 2016-2018 MAMA AWARDS TIME BANGPINK SHIPPERS ARE HAVING A FULL BREAKDOWN OR CELEBRATING,,, the cosplay thing really got me crying too 😭😭😭 all very good but imagine the ‘jokes’ that will happen when they break up and when jennie gets most of them bfwmbdwkdbsk

ITS CALLED BEING DOZEN FREE !!!!!! nct officially entering their idgaf era w sm is what we needed now we know we’ll get good tittle tracks,,, sungtaro….sungchan dIDNT drop his entire bussy in 90’s love rap to get ousted like this,,, fuck the new group bring them back 😭

London is what? Idk I can't see bestie, London who??? 🙈🙉🙊 //// Omg I hope the weather gets mor stable for you! The weather in SK is kinda crazy as well and I already miss Thai weather, even though the climate can be difficult

LONDON IS WHAT???

how many times in a row??

the weather is absolutely disgusting and im constantly reminded why winter never leaves canada <333 thai weather must’ve been crazy hot no? def better than sk, sk sometimes reminds me of london, somehow always raining or being humid

What...https://twitter.com/nobodylikehwa/status/1662466812703809537?t=wYQ_CoJ7_BTupZSKPusBzg&s=19 he's gonna crash after 3 minutes, but ok /// We ghostwrote this https://twitter.com/Kpopmap/status/1662352938721787906?t=yp2SDRk8Vek5Fqzzubdh0A&s=19 //// Fifty Fifty in Barbie? https://twitter.com/kchartsmaster/status/1661720962511822851?t=xIx3N6RGa8GQLRouGhTorw&s=19 didn't expect that - DV 💖

…..seonghwa

if he ever did f1 his career will go down the drain, takes a right and boom into the barriers “and there goes park seonghwa! flying into the barriers in sector one!”

wdym ghost wrote?? that was US,, remember? itch ur brain a little u will remember 😵‍💫 NO BC THATS SO EXCITING SEEINF THEM THERE THEY LEFT NUGUDOM!!!! ik everyone’s crazy about cupid but their song lovin me has me going everyday, the vocal blend they did is so stunning makes me tear up

anon. his clean girl look era <3 he’s so gorgeous oh my god

busi and alba leaving 💖🔫🔫🔫 and rumours of di maria @ barca….imagine a messi-dimaria-lewy ,,, o it’s over for rm fhwkdhwk

also.. LMFAOOOO WHYS HE EVADING THE FIRE 😭😭😭

they got more comebacks on twt than on the pitch

AND I FUCKING JUMPED ??????????!!? let my dreams come true pls

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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Do You Feel Bonita?

Relationship: Benoit Blanc x Ezra Wayne

Word Count: 1k

Summary: Elle has the overwhelming need to put some makeup on her southern father.

Since Ezra was away filming… It was easy for Elle to rifle through both his clothes and makeup. It was also incredibly easy to convince Benoit to let her do his makeup. The man hadn't had a good case in months and was tired because of it. He needed something to get his excitement up and Elle could tell. So Elle pulled Benoit into her room, clothes and makeup strewn about. On her desk, the floor, her bed, it didn't really matter. She needed to get the right things out of her closet and Ezra's. She'd clean it up later anyway. Doing Benoit's makeup was fairly easy. He didn't move much and even seemed calm as Elle started to use brushes around his eyes. Perhaps he's done something like this before? She wouldn't doubt it. Benoit had the vibe of 'I did drag once years ago but it wasn't for me.' Or maybe he was used to the women in his life deciding out of nowhere to put makeup on him. Both were very viable explanations.

Elle finished by putting a red shade of lipstick on Benoit's lips. Ezra's signature shade he wore to most red carpets–it was requested by Benoit and Elle had a feeling as to why.

"There!" Elle said happily, capping the lipstick tube she used before she had Benoit look in the mirror.

She wasn't the best at makeup but she knew the basics due to her father. Benoit had a smokey eye with a shimmery white in his inner corner and the red lipstick she just applied. He looked like how Ezra would normally do this makeup, obviously on a different face… and a little worse in quality. Not horribly though. Elle still had some things to learn. Benoit had to admit, she did a good job. He barely recognized himself besides the fact that he had blond hair. He hummed softly as he looked at himself in the mirror.

Elle looked in the mirror with Benoit, watching him with an excited glint in her eyes. "Do you feel bonita?" She asked with a laugh.

"I…" Benoit looked at Elle for a moment, seeing her excited look. He would do anything to see that all the time. "I feel bonita." He smiled, the end of his sentence was posed as more of a question. He wasn't sure if he said it right.

"Wonderful! Because you look bonita!" Elle smiled widely as she hugged Benoit. The man kissed her cheek in return, forgetting about the lipstick he had on. He tried to wipe it off only for Elle to grab a makeup wipe to take it off. "We have to send a pic to dad." She said afterwards.

Benoit let out a laugh. He couldn't say no. Elle liked to send pictures to Ezra of whatever they were up to. It seemed to be like what she always did when Ezra was away making movies. Or maybe she just did it more because Benoit was stuck at home with her too. Most of the time. She had a job and so did Benoit–a little more important than being a barista.

Elle sat next to Benoit as she held her phone in front of them, making sure they both fit in the frame nicely. She snapped a few pictures and decided on the one she felt looked the best to send to Ezra. "I'm sure Dad will love this." She teased softly.

Benoit rolled his eyes, pulling the girl closer with an adoring smile. He never thought he'd have a child. Sure, he saw a lot of people as people he needed to take care of. Like Marta. Or Helen. But to actually have a child he could call his was unlike anything he's experienced before.

"I love you." Benoit said softly, running a hand through Elle's hair. It wasn't the first time he'd said that to her. And it wouldn't be the last.

Elle's lips broke out into a wide grin, "Love you too, Dad." She hummed. Then she hugged Benoit again, holding onto him tightly as he cradled her back.

They stayed like that for a little while, Benoit simply held her. Physical affection was one of the many love languages they shared so Benoit didn't mind this at all. He played with her hair, just a little in case he accidentally pulled it too hard. Elle didn't mind. A peculiar sense of calm instilled it into her very being. She started snoring a few moments later. It was like she was a child again, falling asleep in the arms of her father as they laid in the middle of his king-sized bed. Ezra would softly sing a lullaby to coax her to sleep. Elle doubted Benoit could sing, not that she really cared. Benoit chuckled a little at the situation. He was sitting in bed with his adoptive daughter who was asleep in his arms while he had makeup on that she put on him.

He wouldn’t have this day any other way. The only thing that could make it better would have been if Ezra was there. Benoit heard a phone chime–Elle’s. He went to grab it, careful as to not wake her up. It was likely Ezra telling Elle what he thought about dolling up Benoit for the day. Benoit glanced at it, not wanting to shine the brightness of Elle’s phone in her eyes while she was asleep.

dad #1 – Benoit laughed at Ezra’s contact name.

Did a great job kiddo! Next time I’d say put the blush a little lower since it compliments his face better. And I’d know since I stare at it all day. Maybe next time, I’ll show you.

Benoit blushed as he set the phone back down on the bed. Ezra doing his makeup–that would feel quite intimate. His relationship with Ezra was incredibly different than his with Elle. He didn’t hate the idea. He might have even loved it, just too stubborn to admit it just yet.

#oc #benoit blanc #benoit blanc imagine #daniel craig #benoit blanc x ezra wayne #glass onion #knives out #a knives out mystery #benoit blanc x oc #the missing link #wholesome #family dynamics

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