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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 4 months

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That's My Wife - LN

Summary: Lando gets into a new relationship and gets caught in a clip call her his "wife" which earns a stupidly explosive reaction from F1 media and fans online. In an attempt to distract his girlfriend from the negative attention, he tries to get her to try something new.

Literally when I started writing this someone sent in a request asking for something scarily similar so one of us is ahead of the game with each other. But she asked for a stream fic, and this isnt' going to be that so if you're the person who literally just requested then this isn't the request but...scarily similar.

Themes: Smut (unprotected, as usual but like I do not promote it): face-sitting (honestly I'm just throwing a bit of smut in everything because...why tf not?), soft-dom!Lando (he's returned! but did he ever leave?)

I'll shut up now. Enjoy (or don't, maybe you'll hate it)

Lando just about frolics over to his girlfriend as she stands waiting for him in parc ferme ahead of the podiums since Lando unsurprisingly made it up onto the podium. Though as he nears his team get over excited and nudge her to the side.

"Hey, watch it. That's my wife." Lando jokes not realising Sky managed to pick up on the audio of his words as he gently holds her arms. "Are you ok?"

"I'm good, you did so good!" Y/n beams completely unbothered over being nudged, after all there was no harm meant in it.

"Yeah, celebrations with you later." Lando smirks, and thankfully the camera has moved to Max.

Y/n rolls her eyes before pushing him away using his helmet before he moves to Zak for a celebration.

The internet and the media had gone feral with Lando's choice of label for his girlfriend. He'd admitted he's only been dating her for about 2 months when he hard launched them on his Instagram.

But now he's calling her his wife.

Between them, it's no big deal. She's not his wife, but he just calls her it because he does. There's no rhyme or reason in his head other than he just loves her a lot and calls her his wife.

To y/n, she just doesn't mind what he wants to call her.

But Lando did make it worse by deciding to drop the ugliest photos of y/n (in her opinion, Lando insisted they were adorable), mainly asleep or candid pictures of her usually looking annoyed or judgemental over something. One was actually a photo of her ignoring Lando "serenading" her, in reality he was just screeching a song at her to the point that Oscar came into the driver's room to see if things were ok. But along side all those photos that she has yet to forgive him for posting, he purposely added fuel to the fire by saying "wifey always looking good even when she's moody or unconscious".

Obviously he was just loving to play the instigator.

"You are so annoying. Look at the comments, you muppet." Y/n groans seeing a lot of shots being made at her about not being good enough for Lando as a girlfriend and certainly not good enough to be his wife.

"They're not my fans."

"Do you want to try telling them that?"

"Next time I'll post about how much I love having you sit on my face and they can-"

"Lando!" Y/n gasps but she's definitely trying not to laugh as she smacks his chest with the sound of her hand hitting him almost making her check that she didn't hit too hard since he's shirtless and the normal t-shirt to soften the smack wasn't there. But he speaks up again moving and stopping her from inspecting his chest.

"They're being ridiculous. That post was to mock them and show them that I don't care what anyone has to say. Because I love you and they can't talk shit and ask every question under the sun. I'll give them the honest answer."

"After a sarcastic answer." Y/n scoffs making him grin at her since she knows him so well that he will be giving sarcastic answers that the media struggle to know if he's serious with or not.

"Well one day if you're lucky you will be my wife, but we have yet to see if I decide I want to propose."

"You cheeky fucker!" Y/n laughs then sighing as she slumps back a little with a fake glare. "Well if you're lucky, I might say yes."

"You'll say yes." Lando scoffs before he goes quiet for a moment and y/n sighs looking at more comments which really aren't very nice. "Actually speaking of sitting on my face-"

"We weren't speaking about that, because it's never happened."

That's true, it's not the first time Lando has spoken about it. He's wanted to try it but as many women do, y/n has the irrational fear that she'll accidentally kill her boyfriend. How the hell would she even live on after that? In fact, if she killed him, what does she say when she has to call the police on herself?

Hi, I just killed my boyfriend after he asked me to sit on his face. Come arrest me.

"It came up. And I'm in the mood... I bet I can tempt you, if you stop overthinking it-again." Lando states managing to hold out his hand and guide her over to straddle his lap with little effort. "You know most guys say it'd be the best way to die."

"For fuck sake, that doesn't make it better Lando." Y/n whines while Lando hums, his mind already made up that he's going to win her over into agreeing to it. He knows she wants to try it, she loves getting head so it's not as if that's an issue.

"Get up, I want you out of all these clothes." Lando states again giving her a hand as she stands up, trying to avoid his gaze as she does as he wants and pulls off his clothes. "We're going to go slow, and I promise. If you don't like it. We stop."

"Ok." Y/n nods knowing that if she told Lando no right now, then he'd not make her go any further.

"Safe word?" Lando questions earning a bit of a smile.

"Jaffa cake."

"Of course." Lando nods before moving to kiss her. "You're going to realise what you've been missing out on."

Eventually she's hovering over him looking nervously down at him while he looks up at her waiting for her to finally let him smother himself in between the glory of her thighs.

"You can't stay up there forever."

"What if you can't breathe?"

"Then you're doing it right. Now can you sit on my face?"

Y/n isn't impressed by his dismissal but she does finally lower herself down over his head, letting out a long breath as she does so. Though she's not exactly placing her full weight down on him. Not till his hands pulling her thighs down and the feeling of his mouth on her earns an immediately makes a shiver of pleasure ripple down her spine.

"Fuck." Y/n whispers feeling Lando mouth borderline attacking her in the best way possible.

Her hand reaches to the back of the sofa for some stability since they didn't move from the living room. She does somewhat grind down on him, trying not to be too harsh in doing it but the moan of the man underneath her is definitely a noise of pleasure she's very familiar with.

The pressure on her clit and the wet precise movement of his tongue, he knows her body too well for her to be able to contain the feeling of completely euphoria.

It takes less time than usual for her to completely fall apart and in the aftershocks making her body shudder afterwards, Lando sits up with ease. Her body flying back onto the sofa as he makes the smoothest move he's ever pulled with her.

"How was that, baby?" Lando asks making her look at him with sort of glazed eyes before he removed her legs from where they'd ended up on his shoulders and closing the space to kiss her. "Would you do it again?"

"Yes. Next time I say no just don't let me talk."

"Noted." Lando laughs before he sighs managing to pull her back over so she's straddling his stomach, the throbbing of her pussy felt on his stomach making him groan. "No, baby. I gotta get inside you if you're going to feel like that on me. Please."

Usually he'd give her a bit more recovery time since the woman is sensitive, especially when he just got her to try something new. But the feeling of her pussy against him just throbbing and twitching from her own orgasm.

Less recovery time means she'll probably be squirting all over him in minutes, but he's willing to exhaust her if it means he can get inside her quicker.

Her rolls them over so she's under him, finally getting his shorts off before he pushes into her, the twitching and pulsing around him honestly making him have to take a moment to restrain himself from a more feral side appearing. Holding back, he takes a steady breath.

"Are you ok?" He asks making her nod.

"Baby, move. Please. I need you." Y/n whimpers sounding desperate for some more relief.

When he moves they're both working to meet their high along with try to help the other along. The high, as expected hits faster for y/n and she orgasms around him with only seconds of warning for him. Not that he's quite there, even if he's close.

Y/n does everything, even in her slightly dazed and out of it state, to pull him along and when he finally cums he's feeling a little out of it took.

Y/n does sort of cuddle into him once he's cleaned up and given her the tentative aftercare she's sort of become accustom to with him.

"See, tell me this isn't wife life." Lando chuckles as she whines nuzzling further into him. Her body crying for rest and recuperation.

"So Lando, you've teased it for weeks. Are you married?" Jenson asks as Lando sits in the pre-race show.

"No-Wife, come here. You can tell them." Lando laughs since y/n is with the McLaren group awaiting Lando to finish his part in this.

Her eyes widen and she shakes her head making both Lando and Jenson laugh a little.

"It's ok, Jenson isn't going to hurt you for stepping in frame." Lando laughs holding out his hand and that's what leaves her stepping in. "Y/n will tell everyone why I call her."

"Come on then, y/n Tell us the truth."

"Because he feels like it." Y/n admits with shrug. "We're not like engaged or married. It's just he started calling me wife and it stuck. He even jokes that he just might propose one day."

"Might? Lando, shame on you." Jenson chuckles shaking his head.

"We're young. There's time." Lando grins while hugging y/n back against him between his legs since he's sitting on one of the stools while y/n is standing in front of him facing away from him as she speaks to Jenson.

Really Lando thinks that this woman is going to be his wife, and he thinks that they sort of already act like husband and wife most of the time. They've settled into a perfect dynamic in his head, a dynamic that he thinks could only progress into real marriage and a family together.

"So at some point while still not engaged or married will you return the favour and casually call him husband?"

"I'l...have to think about it. Maybe." Y/n smiles clearly mocking him a little.

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0ctobre · 2 months

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Good boy

Brutus does his best. Is good boy.

“Fucker!”

Brutus cowers at the back of his cage. Stranger is not talking to Brutus, but stranger is angry, and fucker means bad. Bad means Brutus hurts.

Dog on the right is barking. Brutus can’t see him but can smell him. Angry. Scared. New.

Big female talks to stranger, but Brutus doesn’t recognize any of the words.

“Well, with the amount of drugs they found at his house, he’s not coming out anytime soon.”

Big female always gives treats when she comes in. Brutus likes treats. Master never gives Brutus treats, but Master is Master, so it’s okay. Brutus hasn’t seen Master since Brutus stopped a bad man who came in the basement. Brutus didn’t like being in the basement all day, but Brutus still wants to go home.

Stranger sits in front of Brutus’ cage, not looking at him, and Brutus growls a warning and shows teeth. Big female says words Brutus doesn’t understand, but voice is soft and calming.

Brutus keeps growling.

Stranger is smaller than big female, but bigger than some of the humans who come in groups and leave with dogs. Those dogs don’t come back, but Brutus has seen stranger leave with other dogs and they always come back.

Stranger throws a treat at Brutus, and Brutus inspects it. Same treat as big female, so Brutus knows it is a good treat and eats it. Stranger puts hand in front of cage, and Brutus growls. Hand goes in pocket. Stranger throws another treat, and Brutus catches it. So good! Another treat lands halfway between stranger and Brutus. Stranger is not looking at Brutus, so Brutus gets closer and nabs the treat, then returns to the back of the cage. Stranger throws several other treats, and Brutus dares to get closer every time. So many treats!

Another treat lands at the front of the cage.

Stranger offers hand again, and Brutus sniffs it. Stranger smells like dogs and food and sweat and dirt. Brutus licks hand through the gate. Tastes like treats.

“Good boy.”

Brutus doesn’t understand the words, but stranger gives another treat, so he knows they are good words.

Big female opens the gate and closes it behind, then straps a metal cage around Brutus’ snout. Brutus doesn’t like it but knows what it means, and tail starts wagging.

Walkies!

Walkies is a new word that Master never used, but Brutus learned fast because walkies is best word.

Big female clips leash to Brutus’ collar and leads him out of cage. Stranger gives treat, and Brutus licks hand. Stranger scratches Brutus’ head, just behind the ears.

“Don’t get too attached,” big female says. “He’s due on Thursday.”

The scratches stop.

“Why?” Stranger sounds angry. Brutus tenses. Almost growls, but the scratches start again. Slower. Deeper. So good!

“I don’t make the rules. We’re overcrowded, and almost ripping off someone’s arm ain’t exactly a selling point.”

“The owner’s the one who should be put down,” stranger says.

Big female doesn’t answer.

Walkies is long!

Stranger even took out the metal cage around Brutus’ snout!

They are taking a route Brutus has never walked before, and Brutus needs to find out all about the dogs around here. Brutus picks up a trail he wants to follow and pulls on the leash. Stranger stops walking and makes angry clucking noise, but Brutus doesn’t understand. Pulls again. Angry noise.

Brutus stops pulling, waiting to see what Stranger wants.

“Good boy.”

Brutus wags tail. Treat? No treat. Crushing deception.

Stranger scratches Brutus behind the ears. It is almost as good as treats.

Walkies is really long! Walkies usually end too fast, but it is dark, and they still haven’t returned to the shelter.

Brutus doesn’t want to miss his meal and pulls to turn around, but Stranger pulls back and makes angry noise.

Stranger scratches the back of Brutus’ ears, despite angry noises.

“Don’t worry, you’re not going back there.”

They stop for the night at a park, hidden between a hedge and some bushes. Stranger takes off her backpack and pulls out a bowl and kibbles for Brutus, and meat sticks for herself.

Brutus starts to suspect that walkies will never end.

“Sit.”

Brutus sits. Is good boy.

“Stay.”

Stay means don’t move, even when a treat is in front of is face. Brutus doesn’t move. Is good boy.

“Down.”

Brutus lays down on his belly. Is good boy.

“Belly.”

They’ve done this routine several times already. Brutus rolls around, and his tail wags knowing what is coming.

“Good boy,” New Master says, bending down to scratch his belly. So good! Then it stops.

“Sit.”

Brutus sits even though he wants more belly scratches. Is good boy.

“Stay.”

New Master backs away. Brutus stays. Is good boy.

“Stay,” New Master repeats, even though Brutus hasn’t moved. Is Brutus good boy?

Then something happens. Brutus feels like when he stretches after a nap, but he hasn’t moved. Joints pop on their own and Brutus doesn’t understand. Whines.

“Stay,” New Master draws out the word.

Brutus’ body keeps popping and cracking and he is getting bigger. What is happening?

“Stay.”

Brutus stays. Is good boy.

Brutus watches.

Watch means sit and stay and bark if someone comes.

Master comes back before anyone comes, a bag of kibbles in one arm and human food in the other.

Someone is running after Master but stops when they see Master jump on Brutus’ back.

“Go!”

Carrying Master on back is new, but Brutus likes it. Almost like walkies but better.

Brutus runs, and Master makes happy sounds.

That evening, they feast.

The night is cold, but Master is warm.

Brutus is not happy.

Master brought new dog, and new dog is bad dog.

Molly tries to bite Brutus, which is bad. Molly tries to bite Master, which is unforgiveable crime.

Molly is smaller than Brutus, even when Master isn’t making him big, so it should be easy to show her Brutus is top dog.

Molly doesn’t understand. Molly yaps and bites and runs and doesn’t follow Master’s orders.

Molly is bad dog. Brutus is good dog.

Molly is still bad dog, but less bad than before.

Molly sometimes listens to Master’s orders, but not always like Brutus.

Molly didn’t listen when Master said “stay” and was almost ran over by car.

Brutus always listens when Master says “stay.” Is good boy.

“Fucker!”

Brutus growls, protecting Master while she runs to Molly’s side.

“Take your fucking monsters away from me!”

Bad man shot at Molly and Brutus, but only Molly was hurt. Bad man points his gun at Brutus.

“Brutus, hurt him!”

Brutus attacks. Hurts bad man. Is good boy.

“Sit,” Master says.

Brutus sits, but Master isn’t happy. Is Brutus good boy?

“Drop.”

Brutus opens his mouth and drops the shovel Master took from a house on the way here. Master lays Molly next to Brutus and picks up the shovel.

The ground is cold even now that most of the snow is gone. Hard to dig. Brutus knows because Brutus likes to dig and can’t dig frozen ground unless he’s big.

Master can’t dig either.

She tries and tries and tries and screams. Kicks the ground. Throws the shovel. Fetch? No fetch. Master falls to the ground, still screaming. Howling.

Brutus is good boy, but Master said sit, not stay. Brutus is getting smaller, but still big enough to help.

Master’s howl breaks into smaller noises and hiccups as Brutus digs a hole and sends grass and dirt flying everywhere. Arms wrap around Brutus and hold so tight it would hurt if Brutus wasn’t big.

Master is cold. Master’s coat is wrapped around Molly, but Molly doesn’t need coat.

Brutus is warm, and Master holds Brutus tight enough to be warm too.

Brutus is hungry. Master is hungry too.

Brutus was never hungry with old Master, but is happier with New Master.

Master’s bag is empty. Master usually gets new food from store while Brutus listens for cars that make howling sound, but there are no stores here. No stores, no houses, no humans. Not even garbage cans. Only trees.

Only trees since Molly went in the ground.

Brutus likes trees. So many smells! Not dog smells, but other smells. Other animals.

Brutus picks up a trail, tail wagging, and brings it to Master’s attention.

“Kill!”

Kill means attack until the thing isn’t moving anymore. Squirrel stops moving fast, and Brutus brings it to Master.

“Good boy,” Master says, and Brutus wags tail so hard. Brutus is good boy!

Master puts squirrel on a stick over fire, with other squirrels Brutus has caught.

Brutus eats whole squirrel. Master doesn’t eat fur and bones. So weird.

“Don’t worry, we won’t be hungry much longer,” Master says once they are finished. Brutus doesn’t understand the words but doesn’t need to. Master scratches Brutus’ head behind the ears and laughs when Brutus licks her face.

New city, new dog.

Judas is good dog. Better than Molly was, but Master is still sad. Brutus knows because Master is angry and tense most of the time. It doesn’t help that they are around people once again. Some people look at them, others don’t. Some talk to Master, and Master tells them angry words.

It’s all fine until people in costume show up while Master is training Brutus and Judas.

Brutus growls a warning, and one man says angry words at Master before shooting lasers at them.

“Hurt them!” Master screams, face against Brutus’ neck to avoid the lasers. “Hurt!”

Brutus hurts the bad laser man. Is good boy.

They move again soon after, and keep moving as more costumed people come after them.

Until one day a man shows up and talks to Master, using words like “money” and “roof” and “as many dogs as you want.” Master calls him a fucker, but doesn’t tell Brutus and Judas to hurt him.

Master found a people pack, and Brutus found a home.

New home is big! Much bigger than basement Brutus had to stay in with old master. But new home is shared with Master’s people pack, and it takes some getting used to on both sides. There is growling and huffing and talks about whether dogs belong on couches (they do), but for the first time since Brutus left the shelter with Master, they have a roof over their head every night.

At first, Master has trouble sleeping in new bed, and scratches Brutus or Judas at odd hours during the night, but they eventually settle into a comfortable routine.

Angelica reminds Brutus of Molly, because Angelica is bad dog.

Angelica bites and pulls and makes Brutus bleed. Angelica doesn’t listen to Master.

But Brutus endures, because Brutus is good boy and Angelica will learn from the pack.

Still, sometimes, Brutus misses the times where it was just him and Master.

Brutus is big. Bigger than ever.

Fire girl smells like fear, and Brutus growls, ready to jump on her at Master’s word.

Scentless man shouts angry words at Master, but Master doesn’t back down, and Fire girl runs away.

Now all of Master’s people pack is yelling at her, and Master rides away on Brutus’ back.

“Hurt him!”

Brutus tackles dragon man on the roof, then claws at his face. Dragon man hits Brutus on the snout, which hurt, but not as much as if Brutus wasn’t big. Behind Brutus, on other rooftops, are Judas and Angelica, carrying Master’s people pack. Brutus has to protect them.

Brutus charges dragon man, and they both crash on the street below.

Fire burns, but Brutus is quick and doesn’t give dragon man a change to hit him.

Later, once Brutus and Judas and Angelica are small again, they cuddle with Master on Master’s bed, and life is everything it should be.

Master opens door, and already, Brutus knows.

Intruder!

Brutus barks.

Master gives an order, and Brutus runs upstairs.

HURT!

Brutus and Judas and Angelica back intruder against the wall, snarling and snapping at anything they can reach.

“Call off your dogs!” Shouts the scentless man.

Brutus catches intruder’s arm and wrenches it like a toy. Intruder goes down, and Judas and Angelica attack.

“Call off the fucking dogs!” The scentless man shouts again.

Intruder lets out a cry, and Master whistles.

Brutus let go of intruder and walked away, tail wagging with the knowledge that he is a good boy.

Intruder is now member of people-pack. Even came with Master to Master’s secret shelter for bad dogs who haven’t learned to be good dogs yet. None of the other members of Master’s people-pack has come there so far, but Brutus accepts it because Master says so.

Intruder says words that make Master angry, but not angry at intruder. Master grabs Sirius, the newest dog, and they exchange more words.

Then, Master chains Sirius and makes him big, and Brutus doesn’t understand. Only good dogs get big, and Sirius hasn’t learned to be a good dog yet. Sirius yelps and pulls and fights back against the change.

Brutus makes sure no other dog disturbs Master. Is good boy.

Sirens are the worst sound in the world. So loud they hurt Brutus’ ears. Louder than anything Brutus has heard before. Brutus whines, as does Judas.

All humans had stopped moving when the alarm rang, but now they are talking fast and moving a lot.

“I don’t give a shit about that,” Master yells at the scentless man. “I need to check on my dogs.”

The scentless man replies something that makes Master angrier.

“If I may,” says the tall man with the slithering voice, “I can arrange to have them brought here. They’ll be as safe as can be while you attend the fight.”

Master says more angry words, but eventually accepts.

“Are you coming?” Asks the scentless man.

“Not before I know my dogs are safe.”

So many bad dogs! Brutus growls at them, but not all listen. Too many dogs. Too many new scents and new sounds and new people. Hard to keep them in check.

Master whistles loudly, and most dogs stand to attention. The few who don’t do it right away still do eventually because of the rest of the pack.

Just as Master is getting the most unruly dogs under control, someone barges in and draws barking and growling.

“What’s going on?” Asks Master.

“The Travelers think Leviathan is headed this way.”

The words make Master angry, and she says angry words at the man.

“Fucker said they would be safe here.”

“Things are going badly. Most of the forces, including your teammates, have been taken out of the fight. We have the order to evacuate.”

Master throws more angry words at the man, and he leaves. Master walks around and around, then kicks the ground and screams.

Bad dogs yap, then whine when Brutus growls at them.

Master turns to face the pack, appraising them.

“Brutus,” Master says, and Brutus straightens up, ready to obey. “Come.”

Brutus joins Master. Is good dog, but tail doesn’t wag. Something has shifted. He can feel it in Master’s voice.

“Judas.”

Judas comes, as does Angelica. Master pets her but doesn’t call her name. Instead, she says softly:

“Not you, baby. You’re still sick.”

With one last pet, Master, flanked by Brutus and Judas, moves to another group of dogs.

“Kuro.”

“Bullet.”

“Milk.”

“Stumpy.”

“Axel.”

“Ginger.”

Master lists out, and they stand to attention, awaiting orders.

“Come.”

Master opens door and walks out, holding the door open.

Some of the other dogs want to follow, but Brutus growls and they back down. Brutus is top dog.

Master closes the door behind the group, then walks to exit the base as the pack follows.

All the dogs Master has called out become bigger. So many dogs! Never this many big dogs before, but Brutus is still top dog.

Master gives order, and Brutus leads the way.

Monster is big. Bigger than Brutus. Bigger than dragon man.

Water is everywhere, but no time for splashies. Bad water anyways. Smells like blood and death.

As they get closer, Master jumps off Brutus’ back and points at monster. “Kill!”

Brutus attacks, and the whole pack follows.

Kill means attack until the thing isn’t moving anymore. Brutus bites and claws and rips and shakes, but monster is tough. Monster doesn’t stop moving.

Judas falls and stops moving. Bullet too.

“Kill him!” Master screams behind them. “Kill!”

Brutus does his best.

Is good boy.

#parahumans #worm #wormblr #worm fanfiction #rachel lindt #brutus #judas #angelica

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justjams2003 · 4 months

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Fast Pace- 8

Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader

Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic. Smoking, smut, sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, the word 'daddy', tell me if I missed any

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics and @s-silk

Taglist: @httpjeonlicious, @f1lov3r, @messersandmesses, @hollie911, @oriconde08 @thehufflepuffavenger1 @fanboyluvr @thatgirlmj @whyamireadingthis @oriconde08 @depressedriches @roseseraj @skepvids @sain55wifey @distinguishedvoidlady @amatswimming @sachaa-ff @lightdragonrayne @lazybot @dark-night-sky-99 @formula1mount @fangirl-dot-com @saintslewis

Word count: 3,2k

Masterlist

Part 7~Part 9 (coming soon)

He likely doesn’t even realise you’re awake. Not that you mind, after all, he’d just gotten out from the shower. His finely cut muscles, like the David statue, has water running down from the top of his broad shoulders all the way down to his v-line. That towel hangs incredibly low and every time he moves it threatens to fall.

He stands in front of the closet, trying to decide what to wear. “Are you enjoying the show?” His voice is rough, you can see his eyes slide over to you, and a huge blush coats your cheeks. On instinct you pull the covers up to hide your face. He tsks and walks over to you, and lightly pulls down the sheets. “Didn’t I tell you not to hide your face from me?”

You giggle, “You look quite handsome for an old man.” He groans and rolls his eyes. “¿Qué voy a hacer contigo?” You hum as a reply, “I like it when you talk Spanish to me.” You use his own words against him. He shakes his and grabs some clothes from the closet. “Go get ready, dormilona.”

You sigh and push the sheets to the side. “Why, anything particular planned for today?” You ask watching each reaction. “Oh yeah, you have big plans for today. Me? I have nothing but boring meetings and practising.” He shrugs, pulling the shirt over his head. “Poor thing, are you sure I can’t company you?” You ask, holding out your hand for him to take, still sitting like a princess on the bed.

He does just that, gently caressing your knuckles. “No, mi niña bonita. You’re in Italy, I want you to enjoy it. Plus, I have a surprise for you.” He winks, shooing you out the bed only for you to return soon after wearing a matching set. Light white linen, short button up top and short skirt with a comfortable pair of flats. Of course, with your new Prada bag close by.

“Wow, wow, wow, don’t you look beautiful?” He says, taking your hand and allowing you to spin, before he slowly places kisses all the way up your arm to your shoulder. Your hair is pulled up with the claw clip he got you, leaving clear space for his lips to find a home there. “Deberías ser adorado. Debería haber santuarios y estatuas en tu nombre. Me aseguraré de que seas un Sainz, para que los que me aman, te amen aún más.”

You furrow your brows, “You speak words that I cannot understand but your eyes say so much more than your mouth ever will.” It’s true, he looks to be madly in love, obsessed even. His eyes fall on your frame as if he is seeing a god for the first time. His eyes go from chocolate brown to that of a pitch-black night. Stars in his eyes.

“You will understand, soon enough,” he winks and then asks, “Do you have everything?” You smile and nod, opening your back only to see your phone and some lip-gloss. Your wallet is their too, but inside is only your ID, your driver's licence and a credit card you haven’t used in two weeks now.

“Good.” Then he takes your hand in his and to you, you’re only thinking you’re going for a walk, for breakfast. Yet, when you exit the hotel, you can see just what Carlos meant when he said the Ferrari fans go big. They’re surrounding the hotel, there were fans yesterday too, but you can only assume the closer it gets to the weekend the more there will be.

“Keep your head down.” He says, pulling out his sunglasses and in one smooth move puts them on. He seems like someone else entirely. His demeanour is different. His hand is wrapped around your waist, his grip firm and even tight. His jaw is locked tight, and his whole personality is so much suaver.

It does something to you, the way he takes control. Guides you through the crowd, still waving and giving attention to the fans but at the same time he is untouchable. And now, you are too. Cameras are flashing and people are screaming his name...and yours too. It sends a thrill down your spine and instead of keeping your head low like he said, you keep your head high.

Carlos guides you into the car, and still careful of the people, he drives off. You can feel your heartbeat in your ears. A bright smile is smeared on your face. “What are you smiling about, chica guapa?” He asks, his hands smooth on the gear box. The way he sits back on the chair is something you could watch forever and ever.

“That was so cool, you were so cool, I felt so cool. Appelez cela un rêve appelé vrai.” You sigh, stabilizing your beating heart by fixing your hair. “You enjoy that?” His dark brows knot and you nod with a bright smile. “Don’t you?” This is part of his job; doesn't he love his job?

He shakes his head, “I really do appreciate the fans but sometimes eh…” You can't help but let your mouth hang open in shock. He raises his brow at you. “Carlos. Those people out there make your career. You're the only way that they might ever get a taste of the life. They live through you. I find it thrilling,” you explain, and it does seem to have made an impact on him.

“Like, back home, idols are an escape from reality. Seeing these people on, living the life you can only dream of, makes you hopeful that maybe someday you could be them. It might never happen for some, but even then, it helps you get out of the bed in the morning.” Like always he’s hanging onto your every word.

He pulls up to a really fancy looking car shop. Luxury vehicles you can only ever dream of displayed in all sorts of ways. The people who work here greet you both with utmost respect, they too look for anything they can do for you. You can't help but look around, taking in the beauty of some of these cars. Hand crafted leather seats expertly painted and worked on for years.

“You like?” Carlos asks, his hand falling on the curve of your waist. You noticed it instantly, after last night his touches have become more frequent. Not that you mind, in fact each time he places a kiss on your shoulder, or grabs your hand, you can feel the lightning course through you. The power of a thousand horses making their way through your stomach.

“My dad would go crazy.” You mutter, thinking of all the times your father would call out the exact name and model of a car as you passed. “But do you like it?” Carlos' brows furrow, you can see he worries and can tell he was excited to show you. “Of course, it just feels so crazy. I never thought in a million years I could ever even be this close to the cars I see on my feed all the time.” You mutter, your hand on his chest as you take it all in.

He smirks, “Pick one.” His words are so simple and easy. You'd think he's asking you to say if you wanted chicken or beef. “Pick one?” The words fall from your mouth and feel like a thousand butterflies on your tongue. He nods, “Any one, I'll rent it for the day or even the whole week if you wanted.” He shrugs, also gazing at all the magnificent cars.

He lets go, allowing to roam and decide which one. Then you spot it, in the very back of the show room. You don't know the name, the model or anything important. You just know, this is the one. “Ahh, yes, the Ferrari R8 Spider.” The front man begins speaking, listing off all the special features but you're not listening. All you see are hearts and stars.

“This one?” You can call out his deep voice and accent out of a million voices. “Yes, I don't need to see any other one.” You beam up at him and you can see he too is excited about it. “Should've known you'd always find the Ferrari,” you nod, appreciating each and every grove of the car.

While the people set up all the paperwork, Carlos pulls you to the side. He pulls out his wallet and then hands you his Black Amex card. “What's this?” You ask him, holding the card gently as if you're cradling a baby. “You've never seen one before?” He asks, his brows pulled together but still teasing. “I want you to go to Milan and shop your heart out. No limit.” He sends you a wink and you feel your knees grow weak.

“You can't be serious.” The words are like lead on your tongue. What on earth is he doing? “Of course, why would I joke?” He's dead serious. Carlos is dead serious about this. “No limit?” You ask one more time just to make sure you didn't hear wrong. “There are two conditions.” You nod, not even caring if he says you have to go down on your knees.

“Otis and Brutis stay with you at all times.” He then points his thumb to the two massive bodyguards waiting just outside the shop. A whine escapes your mouth, and you push out your bottom lip more than ever before. “No, they're such a drag.” You whine, grabbing onto his polo shirt. “They will follow you, wherever you go.” His voice is stern but still you fight.

You know that it's for your safety, but you can't help but feel like a criminal. Someone who should be watched at all times, like you're being babysat. A thought plays in your mind, the perfect way to get him to change his mind. “Daddy, please don't make me take those oafs with.” You give him your best puppy eyes, the word now feeling much more comfortable on your tongue.

His reaction is priceless. You can see the internal struggle in his mind. His hand reaches up, gently caressing your lips, you can see he so wants you. “Fuck…” a glimmer of hope, his resolve seems to have cracked. That sure was easy. “No, absolutely none-negotiable. They stay with you at all times.” Perhaps you are a child, because right now you feel like throwing a tantrum.

“But you said-” he laughs, and interrupts you. “As much as that word coming from you, makes me want to fuck you right here on the display floor, it doesn't mean you automatically get what you want. Manners are good from a cosita dulce like you, but your safety always come first.” No wonder his eyes are stormy like that. You're certain that your panties are as wet as can be and that you're red like a tomato.

He can tell you're left speechless and continued with his conditions. “Be back before dinner, and I want a fashion show when I get home.” With that, he pulls you close, placing a kiss on your forehead and then proceeds to pay the deposit for the car rental. Leaving you a soaked mess, absolutely hungry for his bones. You will get him back for that.

Us Weekly:

“Carlos Sainz and his girlfriend and his girlfriend spotted outside the Hotel de la Villa.”

Glamour:

“Carlos Sainz’ girlfriend spotted driving a Ferrari in Milan.”

Mirror:

“Y/N Y/S/N spotted spending big in Milan.”

30 000 Dollars. The excitement to see her in that 30 000 made me rock hard all day. Some of them she posted on her story, which I keep track of religiously. But I know for a fact that that couldn’t be all of it. I saw the news articles; it gave me a great sense of pride seeing them finally call her by her name and not just as my girl.

I made sure to make is home as quick as possibly, though, I don’t find her in her room or even mine. That is until, I ask the guards.

The sight is truly delicious. It makes me disgusted by the pure amount of clothes I’m wearing, or the fact that these two idiots even dare look or be around her. Her arms are hanging lazily onto the side of the hot tub, her eyes staring out at the view of Italy. But the bikini she’s wearing should be illegal.

It’s bright red, with delicate knots holding the thing together. One small tug and it will fall right off. Her body is so soft, her curves fill the bikini perfectly. Her hair in one of the claw clips that I bought her, messy and lazily done. Some of her locks falling out of place, making her neck look so ready to be kissed. Her waist curves and I just want to rip the damn thing off.

“Leave,” my voice is stern and deeper than I thought it would be. She turns by the sound of my voice, and lightly treads her way to me. A huge looking cocktail in one hand, more than half empty. “Bonjour mon Carlito,” she winks at me, and I groan at her words. Where did she hear that, or is it the alcohol speaking?

I bend down next to the hot tub. “Hola, mi niña bonita.” Her cheeks go red, “How many of these have you had?” I ask, referring to the mixed cocktail. She shrugs, “This is the first, but the night is still young.” I tsk and shake my head. “You know the deal, niña pequeña,” she whines and pushes out her bottom lip.

I tsk and shake my head. “In any case, you have to show me what you got.” My finger gently caresses her cheek. After the night that she joined me in the bed, everything changes. Clearly, she is ready for more. Ready for the next step, even just a small one. More touches, more kisses on her cheek or her neck. Perhaps even a week or two from now, a kiss on the lips.

Again, she pouts. My fingers find that bottom lip of her, if I kiss her now, there will be no wait. “Daddy, please come join me.” How on earth could I ever say no to eyes like that. That beg and plead and want. Those eyes that I could never in a million years say no to. I gently place a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll go change.” A wide smile covers her lips and her eyes sparkle.

I’m quick, not even 5 minutes. The bubbles are a nice temperature, no hotter than the weather but no colder than 26 degrees Celsius. My hands instantly find her waist, she’s gazing at the view again. You can see the towns and people and far away mountains and farmlands. I don’t care about any of that.

All I can think about is the feeling of her waist under my hand. Her back against my chest, the rhythmic rise and fall of her breath. The sweet, sweet smell of her. Sickly sweet ripe berries, hot honey on the tongue and home. She’d be such a good mother, if she and I... then she’d never be able to leave me.

“What are you thinking about?” Her voice is like angels in my ears. I tuck a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, mostly just to feel her down-like skin. “You, I’m always thinking about you.” Her cheeks are pink but still a smirk is on her face. “You get this faraway look, somewhere special where I can’t possibly be.”

I can only shake my head at her conclusion. “No, mi amor, you are my special place.” She giggles, the sound of fairies being born. “I’ve seen the interviews, years before we met you still have the same other dimension look.” She looks to chuff with herself. “That’s because I’ve been dreaming of someone like you since forever.”

She laughs out loud, her head falling back and her drink almost tipping over. “You’re smooth, Mr Sainz.” Her words are music to my ears. The urge to kiss her is so strong. Instead, I make do with the sweet spot on her collarbone. “They do call me the smooth operator.” She rolls her eyes at me. “Full of yourself, aren’t you?”

“How can’t I be, with such a beautiful lady sharing a hot tub with me. In the tiniest bikini might I add.” She hums and then does a slight turn, the water gracefully spinning around her. “You like?” Do I like? “Fucking hell, chica bebé, I’m struggling to keep my hands off of you.” Then her eyes turn to that of a siren.

“Why do you keep your hands to yourself?” Her tone is begging, a slight whimper in her voice. She might have had only one drink, but her tolerance must be low. Then her hands begin to roam my body. Her touch is like fire, lighting on my body and my loins ablaze. A groan leaves my mouth, the self-control is unbearable when her big doe eyes go sultry like that.

Her hands make delicate contact with my stomach, pushing her chest against mine. She looks up at me through her lashes, a temptress that should be locked up. “Why won’t you touch me?” She takes my hand, so small in comparison and places it on her ass. “Why won’t you kiss me?” She lifts her chin, her lips mere millimetres from mine.

“Fucking hell, chica bebé, you are my weakness. Do not think for a moment that I don’t want to bury my cock deep into that warm cunt of yours. If I had it my way, I’d have you right here, right now. You’d never even leave the bed and be covered in marks of my making.” My words cause a whimper to leave her mouth, needy and wanting more than ever.

“Then why deny yourself?” Now it’s my turn, I use both my hands and shove her up against the wall. My knees press up against the little amount of fabric that hides that sweet pussy of hers. My head right down against her ear. Kissing and nipping. Leaving purple marks against her neck. Fuck, I promised myself I wouldn’t do that until much later.

I just can’t control myself when her legs wrap around my waist, the water splashes over the edge. Her arms pull me closer. “Because I like seeing you beg. I like hearing your pitiful whines as you beg me to fuck you, like the whore we both know you are. I’ve already given you so much and yet you still want more.”

Her tender finger pull on my hair, now her lips are by my ear. “Please, daddy, please just use me already.” A deep chuckle escapes me. “See? So needy. But you see, mi pequeño, I can’t give you everything you want all at once. It’ll leave you ungrateful. And I don’t tolerate brats. I’m going to leave you wanting and needy. I’ll make the tension so much you’ll want me just as much as I need you.”

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vickyyoon · 4 months

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Professor hyunjin (pt-2)

A/n: This was in my drafts for so long after an anon asked for a part two 💀 I guess I get too into my requests! But anyways here's a part two!!!

Genre: fluffy smut, ( tinge bit of angst in the beginning)

Synopsis : your professor comforts you after you cry assuming he's been with someone else.

Pt-1 <- here

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Regular attendance to his extra classes, you were obsessed with him and he was obsessed with you, gosh you font think you could find someone else. You had to get married to that man at this point, I mean if he could fuck you dumb once a night, he could definitely keeping fucking you till you die, this man has stamina and he's never denying to wreck you even if he's tired and exhausted.

He is just as whipped for you as much as you were.

But recently you've been noticing him with anither female student, complimenting and flirting even in the halls, your blood started to boil, what now? Was this chick his second extra class student? You were burning each day.

You got so mad that you stopped attending his extra lessons and he had to call your mom. You were furious, you didn't want to talk to him now. You thought you two had a thing, and he was really into you, that you were his only one at the moment.

The way he touches her shoulder, sometimes hugging her intently, the way his tucks her hair behind her ear. You couldn't help but fume in jealousy.

You tried to look patient and unfazed but behind that exterior only fire burned inside, you couldn't stop thinking about it, was he really doing this? Was he really fucking her too?

One weekend he finally payed you a visit at your dormatory, you opened the door, you looked tired and drained from stress.

" Why haven't you been answering my calls?" he asked politely and genuinely but you only gave him an annoyed look.

You were about o shut the door when he blocked it, the more you pushed the more you fell back, it was easy for him to block such an attack after all he's much bigger than you.

" just answer me. Did something happen? Did I do something wrong? Did you get pregnant?" he was rambling the worst thoughts right now.

" did you do something wrong? You're flirting with other girls while you fuck me every night? What now? Is she your new student? Does she feel much better than me? Does her walls feel better -" he shut you up with a kiss.

" Baby please what are you saying? Is this what you really think of me? Do you really think I would do that?" he asked you with a dissapointed face.

" of course you would! There's so many pretty girls lining up to get in your pants, and you only play with pretty bitches like them, I probably meant nothing!" you were tearing up as he hugged you tight.

" please calm down, you mean alot to me. You just don't see it."

After you fit rage, you head rested on his chest as he rocked you side to side, your hand gripped onto the hem of his shirt, the shirt you gifted him for passing the mid terms.

" you want me to make you feel better?" he whispered kissing your head. And you slowly nodded.

He pulled out of the hug and wiped your tears with his thumb kissing your stained face.

He slowly undressed you, hugging you while u clipping your bra, taking in the scent of your body spray and shampoo that drives him crazy. He was very in love with you but he never showed you that.

It shows indirectly by the way you would've completely failed those exams but he still tried to sum up your score to a bare pass so you wouldn't fail or like the time you forgot to bring your wallet and he paid for what ever you asked for.

You just couldn't see it, and you'll never get it too because you're not him, he might love you more than you love him but that's debateable.

His hand trailed down your side and he picked you up kissing you deeply, he lead you to your bed and slowly pulled your pants off, every time he tasted you, he swore he could never find the taste enough, it tasted so good he just couldn't describe, it was like his favorite dish he claimed.

Licking you and tasting you while staring at you the whole time. Your thighs locked his head in place as he gripped them, he tasted you till he couldn't breathe, his fingers pumping in and out and curling right there and you stained his face. He put his neck right against your pussy and hummed, sending the biggest vibrations against your core and had you squirming.

He put you to subspace and watched your post orgasm phase while resting his head on your thigh, admiring from down there.

After gaining back your consciousness he unbuckled his belt and pushed his clothes aside hovering on top of you, he likes to see your face when he fucks you, to him it's the most beautiful thing in the world, it's feels more intimate and romantic, he also likes to paint your face everywhere and send you pictures of them. On clay vases, canvases and even his walls . He likes the way your body jolts each thrust and your dazed off high face.

He stared at your face just taking in how you look.

" gosh you're such a beauty, so pretty." he whispered before kissing you on your forehead. This was so pure and platonic, it felt like a soft real fluttering love feeling.

You wrapped your arms around his neck before pulling him into another deep slow kiss filled with lust and passion.

He slowly entered inside softly holding your waist while pushing in, his face turning red every time he does this, no matter how many times he's entered you, it just feels so new and too good.

" Don't look at me like that" you grinned at him, it wasn't your fault for being so tight like a virgin every time he fucks you. Softly grunting and moaning every time he pushes further in, it was just so big and it hurt you too but the pain was so sweet and promising.

You'd rather tear those walls with his mister of a dick than mope around feeling empty, he was hugging you praising you for taking it so well.

" you're such a good girl, so pretty, no nice, so soft, so cute, so unworldly gosh you deserve everything."

His praises made you arch your back, truly whenever he fucked you, it didn't really always seem like he was fucking you, if felt like he really loved you and was making love to you.

You wanted to enjoy this bliss day and night even if you were sore from each round, you just cannot think about not having that dick inside you or him not loving you. The truth was he could never love anyone else and you too could not live without him. You often think about how you're still alive not having him inside you or around you.

The pace was slow but this was soft and passionate sex, it looked like he couldn't risk hurting you but still if you were anyone else he would take down all the restraints he had on you and probably rip your pussy.

" you're my princess, no one's better than my princess, I only love my princess." he kissed your forehead.

" if there's something I'll never do, that would be thinking of someone else, or being with anyone else. I hope you love me as much as I love you." he whispered in twining his fingers into yours.

He thrusted a bit faster now, losing self control over your lewd moans, his mouth latched into yours to muffled the sounds and to devour those sinful lustful noises leaving your mouth.

His thumb rapidly rubbing your clit to stimulate you, your walls were closing in on him too tight, he might not last longer especially before you.

" gosh why do you feel so good and tight, l-loosen up baby." his thoughts were trembling and his hips were faltering, his mind was going fuzzy and he was babbling things.

" won't you let me fill that pretty cunt of yours and make it mine?"

" b-but it's already yours shit, I-I'm already yours."

And there you two were moaning and crashing on your highs, your sheets were soaked in sweat and cum, you held him down, hugging him while he was still in you.

" stay like this for a while, please." and he kissed your shoulder.

After pulling out carefully, hyunjin cleaned up everything because he knew you were sore and tired at this point , especially after crying.

He grabbed a wet towel and wiped you off, kissing you in the forehead. You got back up and went to the bathroom when you realize that your newest underwear was missing. You bought it just a week ago.

You peeped out the door to see it in his little bag, you smirked to yourself, this man will never get over his habits. What was he even gonna do with these?

He left when the entire hall was empty and no one saw or heard a thing.

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#kpop #Hyunjin #Hyunjin smut #hyunjin angst #hyunjin x reader smut #Hyunjin x reader #Straykids hyunjin #Hwang hyunjin #skz #Stray kids

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fatuismooches · 11 months

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Hii! I was wondering if you could write some more general Columbina relationship headcanons,, maybe like how she might show her affection to her s/o or what her day to day life might include with her s/o! Just general fluff with a non-fragile reader please. My sapphic heart craves for her💛💛 (also if your requests aren’t open you can just woosh this away :D I hope you’re having a good day/night)

♡𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬♡

synopsis: What is it like being in a relationship with Columbina?

includes: columbina w/ gn! reader

notes: Your wish is my command. I've been meaning to write more for the Harbinger ladies because they deserve it! I hope you enjoy this nonnie, lots of fluff as requested. <3

Columbina, Columbina, the fairest of them all. She doesn’t seem to care for many things, and not much is known about her, leaving even the Harbingers stumped. But one thing is for certain, she definitely holds some kind of affection for you. And she makes it horribly known to everyone. Columbina holds physical affection close to her heart. She craves being the little spoon. She likes to make herself tiny too, curling up into a half-fetal position.

She likes to bite you. Yes, I said bite you. Affectionately of course, but nothing can ever truly prepare you for that sudden nick of pain that you never see coming. She often likes to drape herself over your back, so your neck often is the victim of her tender chomping. Luckily she never does it hard enough to leave marks, but it is certainly… enigmatic. Columbina is honestly a strange character in general. Quite unlike anyone else, but if there’s one thing about her, is that she loves to receive and give quality time. You are always with her, and she is always with you. She is genuinely never bored of your presence and could sing a new song of you every day. And if it wasn’t obvious enough, she’s huge on physical touch. No one outdoes her.

In like, a non-Fatui life, I see her liking to sleep in with you until late. Don’t ever try to drag her out of bed, at least not in the morning. She’s literally a demon if she’s woken up before her usual time. Most of the time, you’re looped into this routine too. She has a tendency to somehow have all of her limbs intertwined with yours to prevent you from moving. But there are times when you manage to break free. Columbina will be pouty but make her breakfast in bed. Instant forgiveness. She seems like the kind of girl to love pancakes with whipped cream and fruits and chocolate. Also loves her coffee to be pretty looking.

If you two do manage to get up in the morning, it goes by very slowly. Inching off the bed a centimeter at a time, the sheets dragging along with you. You carrying Columbina to the bathroom for a very lazy bath and her repeatedly falling asleep again. Lots of bubbles and self-care go on. Also, would be happy to gift you matching hair clips and veils. She would be happy to gift you anything actually. Treasures anything you give her, and probably has a wall in her bedroom for anything you give her. Listening to music together is a must. You two have a few shared playlists for a variety of moods like ♡Songs that remind me of you♡ and ♡Date Night♡. Also tends to steal your headphones because she loses hers sometimes. Her room is super aesthetically pleasing but things tend to get lost with the amount of stuff she has in there. You’ve tripped on stuff more times than you liked to admit. You two like to play cozy games like Animal Crossing late at night, bundled up together. She always makes new outfits for the two of you on there, but she’s also a tease and digs holes in your island sometimes. Speaking of, she would love to have matching clothes/aesthetics with you. Columbina knows all of the good sites and stores to buy from and will make sure both of you look good. Also, I don’t know why, but I can see her playing like, a super elegant instrument, like the harp. She’s literally the embodiment of an angel when she plays and sings!

While we’re on this topic, something Columbina appreciates greatly from you is acts of service. Really, it doesn’t even have to be anything grand, but she values and also notices anything you do for her, even if it’s something small. She might seem off in her own little world to others, but she is quite perceptive as to what goes on around her. Brush her hair and get rid of the knots, help dress her, she even loves having you feed her while she lays on your shoulder. If you couldn’t tell, she loves being taken care of and pampered. <3 And, even though she has a small figure, she likes to share her coat with you. It’s not really big enough to fit the two of you together, but she still loves to do it. Columbina also does the same with blankets and holds you hostage in them with her. She also thinks it’s adorable when you fight for her in battle, standing in front of her protectively. She’s the third Harbinger, yet you still insist on protecting her? Haha, she should be the one doing that as she forces you to take a seat and let her obliterate everyone.

Even in the Fatui she’s rather elusive. It’s hard to catch her, which is kind of a blessing for those in her squad, but it’s kind of a curse as well because she can pop out of nowhere behind people and give them a heart attack. Even you can never predict when she’ll appear. She’s very quiet on her feet. Once you looked up and she was hanging upside down with a smile on her face. You screamed and she laughed. Columbina’s also the type to skip out on Fatui meetings and hang out with you instead despite her high ranking. They’re so dreadfully dull, even boring her patient soul. Pierro has long stopped getting upset. In any case, if she really does have to go somewhere, she still refuses to go unless she gets multiple ‘goodbye and have a nice day’ kisses. Also, if the theory that she’s a fallen angel from Celestia is true, then she gets a bit emotional when you rub her wings. They’re very sensitive and she might accidentally hit you with them.

Though, I feel like she is also the secretive type. She isn’t trying to be malicious, no, but as I said she is elusive. So if there’s something she doesn’t want to answer, she can hum and answer in a sing-song voice to skillfully divert the conversation elsewhere. Columbina isn’t trying to hurt you, it’s the opposite. For all of her airheadedness, she is aware of some cold, hard truths, far more than you may think. So, let her protect you, please. She really does love you.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #columbina x reader #genshin columbina #columbina #columbina genshin #fatui x reader #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui harbingers

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briology · 4 months

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ONE PIECE CHARACTERS AS IDOLS

characters: luffy, zoro, sanji, law, ace inspired by this tiktok that had the one piece characters singing lalalala by skz (stan skz) an: i got a new macbook for xmas, i'll be more active on here. (i mean it, i got, like, hella drafts).

LUFFY the funny idol - clips of his lives would be EVERYWHERE - most of them are of his having a mukbang with lots of meat - hosts of variety shows always want him on the show because of his personality - extra sweet to fans that give him any form of snack - dressed up as a chicken on stage - made the group perform at a banquet for free food - makes fan chants for songs - although he is funny, he is very serious when it comes to being an idol and always puts on a good show ZORO the tough idol - resting bitch face - got EVERYONE drooling over his body - pictures at the gym are posted all over weverse - is his own bodyguard fr - you get too close to him without his permission, you might wanna start calling your doctor - goes on drinking shows - he's not mean, just a chill mf - he is beyond grateful for fans who give him support (and alcohol) SANJI the heartthrob idol - the idol that is not afraid to flirt back - people who bias him go THROUGH it cause he flirts with fans on fan calls (legal ones only) - photocards will always have a rose in it - had at least 12 dating scandals in the past 2 years - always a gentleman towards female idols - will not hesitate to hold a fan's hand at a fan meeting - fuels the delusions in fans because of his messages on bubble - good luck to those who bias him, y'all strong

LAW the mysterious nerdy idol - his demeanor is why people say he's mysterious - quiet, but gives the deadliest side eyes - everyone goes crazy when he smiles or smirks - someone mentioned ONE thing about something that he is interested in and talks about it for hours - people make fan art of him, and he shows appreciation for it - got people interested in the things that he talks about - he showed his abs ONCE, and everyone was going FERAL - has the most horny fans, next to zoro ACE the all-rounder idol - STAGE PRESENCE KING - vocals, raps, dance, HE DOES IT ALL - he shows his abs during every, fucking performance - moms and grandmas love him after seeing him on TV - younger idols openly praise him and look up to him because of all of his performances - comment - "ace, pin me up against the wall." Ace - "say please." - reads thirst tweets about him and just laughs at them - boyfriends of fans have one-sided beef with him, but after they see him perform, they understand

#monkey d. luffy #luffy one piece #zoro roronoa #roronoa zoro #sanji vinsmoke #vismoke sanji #sanji #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar law #portgas d ace #ace d portgas #one piece #anime #black writer #black readers #idols #kpop idols #kpop #bri's works<3

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startrekprodigyfan · 1 year

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Pose to pose animation is the industry standard for TV. And it’s easy to see why. It saves time and money and is relatively easy to implement. Just take a look at this clip from Family Guy and watch how everything is just a series of poses that snap from one to the next like a robot.

There are a number of tricks you can implement that can make pose to pose animation seem a lot more organic, such as follow through and overlapping animation that help enhance a scene. Miraculous Ladybug makes good use of the hair on characters to continue to flow and move after a character moves to a new pose to keep them feeling alive and real.

And this is why I’m constantly FLOORED by what Prodigy does. Because of course for the most part it is still pose to pose animation, but there’s so much added on top to blend the poses together and create much more fluid and unique character animation.

Such as this example with Frek. His arms almost pull his body with him as he gestures. His eyes direct his head tilting, his hair bounces with each move, his neck twists to get the syllables out. Heck you can even see him thinking with his facial expressions at one point. It’s so much more organic than your typical pose to pose animation in modern shows.

Whenever I’m watching a show like Family Guy I’m constantly aware of the fact that everything is telegraphed through pose, pose, pose, pose. It’s almost hypnotic how sterile it is. It’s almost like there’s little no animation at all. Then I watch something like Prodigy, a show made for kids, and it’s got some of the smoothest, nicest, organic looking animation I’ve ever seen in a TV animated show.

I will never stop praising the quality of animation in this show. I appreciate every nuanced little gesture and movement these characters make.

And all of the animators who worked on this show are amazing and deserve raises!

#animated kids show #animation #family guy #star trek prodigy #star trek #prodigy #animation fandom #gif #star trek: prodigy

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alloutofgoddesses · 4 months

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Percy Jackson TV Thoughts

(I’m a book reader so I know things and will reference them in this)

EPISODE ONE

THE WORD FOR WORD OPENING FROM THE BOOKS!!!!! GOD I love it

(all of us the moment we see a black Pegasus) BLACKJACK!! He’s looking after Percy even as he’s a baby 🥺

The actor for young(er) Percy does such a good job at being Percy

Who let an armoured Rhino loose in the city?

THE MYTHOMAGIC CARDS

Every time I look at Mr. Brunner’s wheelchair I just think about how eventually he’s going to be #pranked by the campers changing his fake legs out for Rocky Horror inspired legs

SALLY JACKSON MOTHER OF THE YEAR 17 YEARS RUNNING

Oh Percy oh my baby someone take his suffering and give it to Octavian

Mrs. Dodds is SO GOOD I desperately wish we had more of her

He doesn’t know that he can actually write with it though

Grover and Percy exchanging the stuff in their sandwiches is such a good little detail to add in there

Walker is an incredible Percy and Aryan is an incredible Grover

I LOVE the way Mrs. Dodds transforms into her Fury self (do we know which one she is? I always forget)

Is that Rick on the other side of the headmaster? Hey dude

Grover selling out Percy is WILD like I know they had a time limit for moving the plot along but I’d be mad at him too dam

Eddie yelling at Gabe was so funny… Gabe eat more fruits you don’t know how much time you have left to do so

People saying Gabe’s awfulness have been reduced aren’t necessarily wrong but… he answers Sally’s phone which suggests some stuff. I do hope they sprinkle in some of his terribleness throughout the season though

D’Angelos you say? 👀

As my mom said, his bags were already packed

what on earth is this little Kronos dude and why is he holding a lantern. I love his voice though

Did. Did they make Percy in a bunk bed? Sally. Please tell me there’s another bed in this cabin

I do appreciate Sally TV version being more forthcoming than Sally book version

My parents Did Not laugh at the Jesus joke which is unfortunate, it’s hilarious

Percy littol baby it IS okay honey

Aryan is doing an AMAZING job of acting like an adult who’s Done This Before… it was always hard for me to remember Grover being older than Percy in the books but Aryan has made it clear from the beginning

SALLY JACKSON BAMF OF ALL TIME

The boundary looks so far away y’all how are you gonna get there

What are we swearing on guys? Certainly not a river

Sally I love you SO MUCH all mothers, current or future should be TAKING NOTES

When is Chiron going to explain Anaklusmos if Percy kept it?

The Minotaur has such soft looking ears I cannot lie to you. I would try to pet them probably

Chiron he IS the one though. Both in the way Annabeth expects him to be and not

Oh my god these end credits??? Amazing they’re incredible! And so chalk full of spoilers

Omg a little teaser at the end!

EPISODE TWO

Annabeth that’s dramatic as HELL I love you bby girl

What is that thing on the nightstand next to Percy? It looks like someone fused a hairdryer to a kettle

PERCYYYYYY

I WISHED that’s how this worked my dude

I have seen this clip on the internet before so I knew it was coming but it’s Very Funny

“But did you?” PERCY

The first and last time Percy will ever be respectful to a god

Mr. D is so goddamn funny, thank you to the casting director, the actor, and the actor’s friend’s child who told him how big of a deal this is (if you don’t know what I’m talking about, the actor went on a talk show for press)

I’ve never experienced a New York summer but how is Chiron wearing THREE layers

They’re ancient and they’re COWORKERS it’s amazing

Helpful little ‘gods make demigods do stuff they can’t’ sprinkle there good foreshadowing

These cabins are beautiful

THE HEARTH IN THE MIDDLE HI HESTIA

Not Percy thinking he’s immediately going to get bullied 🥺

YES love that we get to see a dryad and a little of Grover talking to the Cloven Council!

TRANSITIONS

They would get really squishy you’re right Grover

I can’t wait to see Mr. D do some god shit

Ope Kronos is back hey dude. Is he wearing a cloak?

Me, turning to my cat, named Hermes: You’re a FATHER?!?!

Seriously though what is Clarisse’s deal? Why bully the new kid? I have to assume it comes not only from her dad being Ares but other stuff

WHEELCHAIR!!! Disabled rep is AMAZING

Hey I’m pretty sure I won that lighter

I love that Chris is like “Yeah technically but she’s the goddess of failure” like that’s helpful but not helpful

Percy trying to talk to his mom is adorable!!! I wonder if it actually got to his mom or if someone else heard it, like Hades or Poseidon

He’s made some friends!! Oh Percy you don’t even KNOW how many friends you’re gonna make

Perseus I love you

Okay but who’s fixing the stall

Glad Annabeth got to stay dry this time

SPEAKING OF ANNABETH GOD I LOVE HER SO MUCH!! She was one of my IDOLS as a kid and now I get to experience her being a kid and watch Leah crush it

Luke you stay away from her you don’t get to call her your little sister

The forbidden kids? Different from The Big Three but I don’t hate it

Oops well I’ve been pronouncing Thalia wrong more times that I have pronounced it right

The actor for Luke, Charlie, is showing just enough subtle dislike for the gods and his life at camp that it’s only obvious if you’re looking for it. I can’t wait for people to be able to go back and see the hints being laid out

How many generations of campers did it take for the rope bridge to get full of ribbons, and do they serve any purpose

I can’t wait for the armour adjusting moment to be paralleled. Even more so, I can’t wait for the gif sets that will come out of it

I also floss if I am made to stand still. It’s a great stim, I can’t blame Percy

AND HE GETS TO PET A LITTLE CREATURE?!?! Honestly he’s living his best life

The only rule you paid attention to maybe

FIGHT CHOREO MY BELOVED

Sorry Clarisse but maybe you shouldn’t go after the new guy with unknown skill levels

ANNABETH THAT WAS SUCH A HARD SHOVE

Omg the lake, the infamous lake, the very important lake

Honestly I’m sad that 1) no hellhound 2) we don’t get to see Chiron pronounce him the Son of Poseidon? I’d like to know why they made that choice

Love that Chiron went “Congrats on the dad reveal you have to go solve his problems now”

HE IS SALLY JACKSON’S SON FUCK POSEIDON

Grover Underwood you will always be famous

Give me more immediately!! Next week I’ll be at my grandparents house with EIGHT other people, including a five year old. I’m hoping his mom will give me permission to indoctrinate him into the fandom. If not I’ll just make everyone still awake watch it after the kid goes to bed

NEXT WEEK TEASER!!! Very exciting

#pjo disney+#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians

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aceri1485 · 5 months

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Fired

Xiumin x reader

key words: backstage, concert, stage hand, smut (18+, read at own risk — consensual, oral, penetration, some dom/sub, unprotected), fluff (does this count as fluff?), slow burn

authors note: (1) this is purely fiction, please don’t be delusional and no I don’t think this would ever happen irl (2) protagonist (ie. the reader) gender is ambiguous on purpose, I want anyone to be able to read this and enjoy (3) I wrote this at 3am please don’t judge me too harshly

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After seeing them perform live for the 7th time in a row, you finally concluded that it would never get old. After the euphoria of the first concert, you had worried that it would get monotonous - watching the same songs, the flashing lights, the screaming fans, same videos, costumes, jokes, sentiments, and on and on… but it was magic every time.

Maybe it was because the concerts were spaced out and in different arenas, making the experience feel fresh with some time between and new scenery. Maybe it was the lack of sleep from touring for a month straight.

Or maybe it was because you had a different job at each concert, so you could enjoy it from different angles; your first night, you were on selling merch at a booth and got to watch the concert in the nosebleed section; the second night you were on water bottle duty and watched from literally right below the front of the stage, cracking open water bottles to hand up to the men between sections; the third night, you were helping in wardrobe, backstage with extra shoes, outfit changes and hairspray at the ready to hand to the stylists; the fourth and fifth night you were back on merchandise sales, but in different sections of the arena; the sixth night you assisted one of the photographers, handing them different lenses and running to get them water, sprinting around the entire arena and backstage the whole night; and finally, tonight - tonight, you are on water bottle duty but backstage, not out in front of the stage.

“Hey - are you alright?” Sam asks, touching your shoulder gently, “You spaced out there for a minute.”

“Oh,” you startle slightly, turning to Sam with a smile, feeling your cheeks and the ends of your ears get warm “Sorry! I guess I was lost in thought! Were you saying something?”

Sam covers the end of the mouthpiece to the headset that is so crucial to the role of stage manager and leans in close to your ear so you can hear over the music, “I said they’ll be coming off stage soon, can you go grab a new pack of water bottles from the fridge?”

“Yes, I’ll go!” you give Sam a thumbs up to indicate you heard and turn to dash down the hallway away from the stage.

“WAIT!” you hear and turn back to see Sam holding out a radio “Take this!”

You hesitate only a minute - usually only the senior staff members have a radio on them - but the song changes and you realize you don’t have much more time left. With a bright smile and another thumbs up, you grab the radio and run down the hall.

Sam had spoken to you that afternoon, saying that the team was impressed with your work ethic and clear excitement to be involved. You hadn’t thought about if you wanted this to be a permanent position past this tour. The short term contract for a stage hand had looked like a fun opportunity and good experience, but you hadn’t considered turning it into a career, leaving behind the corporate grind for a different kind - a more fulfilling kind - of stress.. until Sam’s compliments earlier today.

Now, you clip the radio to the waistband of your jeans, this small show of confidence from Sam making pride blossom in your chest and a smile form on your face in a way no compliment from your old boss ever had.

Good god, why is the green room so far away from the stage? you think, a little embarrassed by your shortness of breath and the sweat forming on your brow as you enter the communal waiting area, startling another staff member on break enjoying some coffee. You give them a smile and a little wave, beelining straight for the fridge.

Pack of water bottles now in hand, you hear the song change again and swear lightly under your breath.

“Need that water ASAP please!” Sam’s voice crackles over your radio.

Balancing the water on one arm, you radio back “On the way, boss!”

Other voices chime in, “wait, who’s voice was that?” “Oh hoo big shot now with a walkie?” “Ah they grow up so fast!” the team teases you. You laugh, but regret it as a stitch in your side forms from running back to the stage with the pack of water bottles.

That’s it, you think to yourself, No more skipping cardio day at the gym.. or skipping the gym altogether!

You make it back to Sam just as the song ends, setting the pack down on a little table and ripping it open. Laughing at your flushed face, Sam helps you open the pack and hands you the first bottle.

You smile even broader, mouthing THANK YOU at Sam - the screaming from the crowd now too loud to be heard over - and hold the cool bottle against the back of your neck. Turning your attention to the stage, you see the dancers bounding over to you, adrenaline mixed with joy and an almost manic energy reverberating off of them onto the rest of the staff backstage.

They each say a quick “thank you” as they take a water bottle from you before running off to their next positions or to wardrobe. You take care to smile at each of them, praise them and encourage them as you pass them a water bottle. You know they probably can’t hear you over the noise and their own buzz of excitement, but you do it anyway.

Once the last dancer has grabbed their water, you crack open your own water bottle and look to the stage to see them.

The 9 men you were all there to support. The 9 men that sold out this and the 6 venues you had been to before this. The 9 men whom were the recipients of all the screaming, all the love from strangers who filled the arena. The 9 men who set the standard for their industry and the example for their juniors. The 9 men who, while they’re dancers were off stage recovering, changing into new outfits and retying their shoelaces, were still on stage, talking to the captivated audience.

Immediately, though, your eyes are drawn to him.

Him, who’s name was screamed by thousands at every show, but always acted humbled and almost embarrassed by the attention. Him, who somehow managed to say everything he needed to in very few words, letting the other members talk as much as they wanted. Him, who was clearly respected and adored by his members, the staff and fans alike.

Him, who locked eyes with you on your second night as you handed a water bottle up to the stage and squinted curiously, his fingers brushing yours and sending an electric spark down your arm. Him, who saw you after your third show backstage and came over to say hi, saying he had been expecting you to hand him water that night, who said hello to you at your fifth show and introduced you to the other members, even remembering your name, and who, at your sixth show, blushed furiously for some reason when you complimented a pose he did for the photographer you assisted.

Him. Xiumin. Him, who you couldn’t get off your fucking mind.

Him, standing on stage now in suit pants and suit jacket with no shirt underneath, sweat running down his face and chest, holding a water bottle to the back of his neck just like you had done a few minutes prior, but much more warranted given the amount of work he had just done.

Almost as if he can sense your eyes drilling holes into him as you memorize every little detail, Xiumin turns to look backstage. You swear he looks right at you and smiles, but then you realize the members are thanking the stage crew - and anyways, it’s much too dark back here for him to have singled you out. It doesn’t stop you from smiling back, nor can you bring yourself to look away.

Instead, barely blinking, you take a big drink of water. On stage, you see Xiumin swallow hard and turn his attention back to the crowd.

Just then, someone over the radio asks for some towels - a water bottle was spilled by the makeup station and if it doesn’t get cleaned up quickly you’ll have an angry makeup artist and a disgruntled manager to deal with - and you radio back quickly, turning from the stage to run to the dressing rooms.

You run away, missing Xiumin’s not-so-covert glance backstage again, his brows furrowing as he squints into the darkness, not seeing what he is looking for while he moves to the next stage position and the next song starts.

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“Right, everyone, well done tonight!” Sam yells, waving at the stage crew to get everyone’s attention, “Well done, well done! Round of applause for yourselves and your hard work!”

The stage crew all clap, and some of the more rowdy lightning technicians start cheering. The good energy is contagious, despite how exaughsted everyone is.

You stifle a yawn that threatens to break your smile as you clap along with the team. It’s nearly 1am; the fans have all cleared out ages ago, but the stage crew has just finished resetting the stage for tomorrow night - No, later tonight you correct yourself drowsily.

This is the first time since you started that you didn’t need to pack up the stage completely to move to a new location.

“All technicians, you’re free to go! Go get some rest, because I expect you back here by 1pm!” Sam says once the applause dies out, “Stage hands and assistants, check in with your assigned leaders or managers before you go - there are still a few things that need to be wrapped up. Understood?”

A unified “yes boss!” is the response, much less energetic than the applause before.

The team breaks into their different departments and groups, and you head over to where Sam is waiting with a few other stage hands. Sam quickly gives the others their assignments, sending them to make sure various sections are reset and ready for the next day, checking inventory, tidying up, etcetera.

You wait patiently, watching the time creep past 1am, getting the sense that Sam is leaving you for last on purpose. You surprise yourself, being able to exercise patience when you’ve been awake for close to 18 hours straight.

Finally, the others have dispersed, and Sam turns to you. “Well done again tonight,” Sam smiles, “How are you feeling?”

You smile back, hoping your weariness isn’t showing too badly, “I feel great! I know there were some hiccups here and there, but it was really satisfying to know that nothing that happened backstage affected the quality of the show.”

Sam laughs “Oh god, how are you forming complete thoughts right now? I’m too tired for this!” Sam gives you a light shove, “hey, if you keep talking like that I might just have to properly promote you - are you coming after my job?”

Both of you laughing, Sam throws an arm over your shoulder and starts leading you down the hallway to the dressing rooms and the green room.

“How would you feel about a little more responsibility tomorrow night?” Sam asks while you walk.

“Hmm..” you pretend to think about it deeply, “it depends - would I still have to see you?”

“Hey” Sam says back in mock astonishment “am I really that ugly?” You’re both laughing as you pass the green room to stand outside the members dressing rooms.

“I was hoping to put you on the members main team, instead of general or standby” Sam continues, “meaning you’ll attend to the members specific needs or requests instead of random tasks.”

You hesitate, “Isn’t that usually the assistants or their managers job?”

“Yes, they help too!” Sam explains, “You would be joining that smaller team instead of being placed wherever we need extra hands for the night. Mainly, I need someone to be the go between from myself, the managers and the members.”

Seeing you still hesitating, Sam says “Why don’t we try it for right now, and if you’re uncomfortable we’ll go back to how it was?” Sam suggests, “The members are still here, getting their makeup removed and wardrobes reset for tomorrow night.”

You take a deep breath and think, your eyebrows scrunching together. You didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but you were genuinely considering trying to join the team permanently. This little change could be the ticket to doing so.. or, if you screwed up, could mean getting fired immidiately.

But it was worth the risk.

After another deep breath, you straighten your shoulders and look at Sam. “Let’s do it!”

Sam breaks into a smile, “Great! Let’s introduce you then!” and knocks on the door to the dressing room you are standing in front of.

A voice calls “Come in!” from inside, and you both step through the door to see two of the members, Chen and Sehun, just on the other side ready to leave. You and Sam quickly excuse yourselves and step out of the way. Sam briefly stops the manager accompanying them to introduce you, then you both wish them all a goodnight and send them off.

Just before they walk away, Chen’s face brightens and he asks if you are the staff member who Xiumin had introduced to them a couple shows ago. Flattered that he remembered you, you say yes.

Sehun, who was looking at his phone, looks up with interest suddenly, a boyish smile on his face. He nudged Chen, speaking to him while still looking at you, “hey, is Xiumin coming with us now?”

You and Sam say goodnight again, closing the door of the dressing room, and you don’t catch Chen’s answer.

Turning to see the rest of the room, you see the man in question, Xiumin, sitting in front of a makeup desk rubbing his face with a towel. A makeup artist beside him points to a bit of eye makeup that he missed, and Xiumin leans closer to the mirror to see better.

Sam is introducing you to another manager sitting on a couch in the room, so you don’t see Xiumin freeze as he catches sight of you in the mirror, but you do hear the makeup artist ask if he is okay.

“Oh,” Xiumin clears his throat, “yes, I’m okay”

While he finishes wiping away the bit of missed makeup, Sam introduces you to the makeup artist. You very purposefully do not look at Xiumin, feeling self conscious about your reflection being visible in the same mirror as his.

Sam goes to introduce the two of you, but Xiumin interrupts “how have you been?”

Sam’s eyes widen “Ahh you’ve met already?”

“Very briefly!” you explain, “We met in the hallway at one of the previous shows.”

You finally look at Xiumin to see him turned fully away from the mirror and looking straight at you.

“How are you?” You ask politely, trying to stop your heart from jumping out of your chest and looking anywhere but his eyes oh god his eyes why is he looking at you with those eyes?!

Xiumin smiles politely back, “I’m doing well! I’m glad you’ll be joining our team. Good luck - I hope you aren’t intimidated by us.” He then turns his attention back to the makeup artist, and they continue their conversation, discussing what skincare products he should use before going to bed.

Sam guides you out of the room and across the hall to the other dressing room, making more introductions as you pass various team members. You learn that Lay, Chanyeol, and D.O. left for the hotel already, but say hello to Suho, also removing his makeup. Kai is absorbed with something on his phone, sitting on the couch. You hear the private shower in the room running and the manager explains Baekhyun is in it.

“Oh gosh, we’ll step out then!” Sam says, “We could have waited outside!”

“Ah don’t worry!” the manager laughs “The bathroom door locks, he’s fine”

Just at that moment, the shower stops, and you hear the door open a crack.

A hand slips out the door, “hey” Baekhyun calls to the manager, “can you hand me a towel?”

“Doesn’t look like there are any here,” the manager says, checking the cupboard beside the bathroom door, “Are there none in there with you?”

You gasp, and everyone turns to look at you, and you feel your cheeks and ears warm again. You just remembered this was the room you took the towels from to clean up the spilled water from earlier, and you never found replacements.

“That’s my bad..” you say, briefly explaining that you had taken the towels earlier, “I will go grab one from the other room, give me just a minute!”

You dash across the hall, quickly noting that the shower in that room is now running as well, the makeup artist and manager now gone, and grab a spare towel from the cupboard outside the bathroom door. You feel the cupboard door catch on your jeans, but pull away without looking, quickly crossing the hall back to the other room.

You hand the towel to the manager, who knocks and hands it into the bathroom for Baekhyun, who has apparently discovered the shower has wonderful acoustic properties and is singing (shouting?) at the top of his lungs.

While Suho yells back at him to stop yelling to save his voice and also to hurry up, you and the manager chat a bit more.

“Did Sam get called away?” You ask, glancing around.

“Yes, didn’t you hear on your radio?” The manager replied “one of the other stage hands needed help.”

“No, I didn’t..” you reach for your radio clipped to your waistband to make sure the volume is turned up, your hands freezing as you realize the radio is not there.

The sensation of the cupboard door snagging on your jeans when you ran into the other dressing room comes back to you and you politely excuse yourself to go search for your radio.

Knocking softly, you enter the room after you hear someone yell back “Come in!”, and you turn to close the door softly behind you.

“I’m almost ready to go, I just need to get my-“ you hear from behind you, but the words drift off, the sentence incomplete.

Turning to face the room, you take in very little from your surroundings but two facts stick out to you.

1. the only other person in the room with you is Xiumin

2. Xiumin is only wearing a towel wrapped around his waist

“Oh fuck” you say, immediately clamping a hand over your eyes, the other hand reaching for the door handle behind you, “I’m SO sorry, I’ll just-“

“Wait” Xiumin says, almost a whisper.

You freeze, too in shock to realize how ridiculous you must look, one hand covering your eyes, your other arms stretch out behind you, tensed, your knees bent like you just landed a small jump.

You feel him approach more than you hear him, feel the heat coming off his body as he stops beside you. More aware of yourself, you straighten up, but keep your hand over your eyes. A soft click tells you the door has been locked behind you.

Oh I’m so so fucked. He’s probably so mad, you think to yourself, so much for this opportunity, I’m so fucking fired now!

For what feels like an eternity, neither of you speak. You resist the urge to peak out from between your fingers, waiting for him to make the first move. The heat beside you doesn’t leave; he is still standing right beside you.

You feel him move, then, circling behind you and to your other side.

Finally, he speaks, under his breath so you barely catch it “you follow directions really well..”

Your breath hitches and you can’t stop goose bumps from breaking out all over your arms. You hear him laugh, but it’s deeper than you remember hearing him laugh on stage, comes from lower in his chest than normal, more of a chuckle than an outburst of joy.

You feel the heat from beside you subside as he takes a step back, hear his sharp intake of breath.

“I..” you hear him hesitate, and he pauses for a few seconds before continuing, “I don’t mean to keep you here. I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable. You can go if you like.”

You hear him move to the far side of the room, and a sudden boldness surges though you, maybe triggered by the goose bumps fading from your skin, maybe the relief of realizing you weren’t going to be fired, not right then anyways. Maybe you were going crazy from being awake for so long.

Or maybe.. maybe the memory of him on stage earlier, the sweat running down his chest, over his collarbone, his pants tight in all the right places, his face turned backstage.. maybe you had been thinking about that all night, damnit.

“And what if I want to stay?” you blurt out, hand still covering your eyes. Your other hand curls into a fist with anxiety as again you feel, rather than hear, him freeze on the other side of the room.

A whole minute passes - or at least 60 heartbeats pass, because all you can do while you stay rooted in place is count your heart beats and wait for him to say something - before you feel him move closer to you again.

“Fuck,” he says, his voice quiet and deep, and coming from much nearer to you than you realized, “I want.. I want you, I want this, but I can’t ask you to stay, it’s-“

“What if I want it to?” you say, your voice also low, his words fanning the spark that had already started in your stomach, emboldening you in a way you never knew possible.

He hesitates again before replying, “what if you regret it?”

“Will I regret it?” you ask, almost holding your breath to hear his reply.

“… No.”

Another pause.

“Lower your hand but keep your eyes closed.”

You do as he says, feeling him step even closer , the warmth from beside you now directly infront of you, closer than within arms reach. Your willpower and patience surprise you for the second time that night, in a startlingly different situation than the last time,

The crackle of your radio on the floor beside the cupboard makes you both nearly jump out of your skin. Your hand flies to your chest over your heart and you gasp, but somehow you keep your eyes squeezed shut.

“Oh shit-“ Xiumin says, and you hear him go retrieve the radio “-is someone looking for you?” You feel him gently take your hand from your chest and set the radio in it.

It crackles again, and you hear Sam say “Have a good night everyone! See you by 1pm!” Others sound off, “Have a good night!” “See you tomorrow!” and you chime in with a quick “Goodnight!” not trusting your voice to stay steady long enough to say more.

“That reminds me..” Xiumin mumbles, and you hear him rustling around for a few seconds.

“Right” he says, and you feel him coming closer to you again, “my manager has been texted, your supervisor has let you go for the night, everyone else is leaving or gone..”

He takes the radio from your hand gently, his fingers leaving a burning sensation on your skin. Your heartrate has slowed from the scare of the radio going off, but it immediately speeds back up at his touch.

He is close to you again, his warmth making you shiver, goose bumps reappearing. He chuckles again, soft and deep, and the fire in your stomach roars.

“Can I touch you?” he nearly whispers and you shiver even more.

“Yes.”

The word barely falls from your lips before his fingers brush up your arm to your shoulder and trace along your collar bone for a moment. Then his hand is on the side of your neck, his thumb turning your chin from one side to the other, gentle and light as though he was examining a piece of pottery. His thumb brushes over your lips and your eyelids flutter - you so desperately want to look, want to see his expression, finally look into his eyes.

His hand finally rests cupping your face and his other comes to match it on the other side. You feel him step even closer, the heat radiating off of him can’t be more than an inch away.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers, and the air from his words lands straight onto your lips.

In reply, you lean forward and close the gap between you, eyes still closed, hands clenched at your sides.

The warmth is intoxicating, and the kiss deepens, his hands roaming from the back of your neck to twist into your hair and down to your waist, then finally to pull your arms around him, giving you permission to touch him too. You gasp at the feeling of his bare skin, so hot to the touch, as your hands roam his back, feeling his muscles tense and soften as you touch them.

Your hands finally settle on his waist, just above where the towel, so resolute and intrusive, still solidly wraps around him. Now it’s Xiumin who shivers, pulling away from the kiss to rest his forehead against yours. You both breathe deeply, drunkenly, the fire in your stomach spreading to the rest of your body and warming you to match his heat.

Your eyes are still closed.

Suddenly, Xiumin tenses, you feel his back straighten. His hands disentangle from your hair and he tugs at the bottom of your shirt.

“Off.” he almost grunts, the whispered plea from before replaced with a command.

You don’t hesitate and your shirt lands on the floor, tossed aside without a thought. His hands are back almost immediately, exploring the newly available terrain. You try to breathe steadily, but he becomes amused with the way your breath hitches when one of his fingers brush over your nipples and breathing suddenly becomes a task which requires concentration.

You trace your hands up his abs and chest until you find his face, then step closer to him and guide his lips back to yours. Now your hands tangle into his hair, still damp from the shower, and his trail down your back, resting on your waist above your jeans, pinky fingers cheekily dipping below your waist and every now and again.

It sends shivers up your spine, despite the fire engulfing your whole body, and you gasp into the kiss “please.. I want..” his hand fully slips into your jeans to cup your ass, and a low gutteral sound escapes him.

“What.. do you want?” He asks between kisses.

“I want.. I want to look at you.” You manage to break the kiss, again resting your foreheads together.

A full gasp escapes Xiumin, “You’ve kept your eyes closed this whole time?!” He pulls back from you, keeping his hands around your waist, and laughs.

You blink your eyes open slowly, the image of a god appearing before you. Dark hair touseled, lips pink and slightly swollen, cheeks flushed, and those can’t be your hands balancing delicately on those chiseled pecs, can they?

And his eyes. Stormy, hungry, and.. and looking at you, looking into your eyes, studying you the way your studying them.

“I thought you must have been peaking” Xiumin says, voice low again, “I - I didn’t realize how… obedient you were being, I’m sorry.”

His words make you blush, heat spreading across your cheeks and the tips of your ears, and you drop your gaze down. This doesn’t help with your blush, as now you’re looking at his lower abs, a trail of hair leading down to where your bodies are pressed together, the skin still hidden but heat - god, the heat - of you both building between you.

Xiumin’s hand comes up from your waist to tilt your chin up to look at him. You meet his eyes once again, still stormy but where there was hunger before now there is starvation. He takes a step back from you letting his hands fall.

Seeing you still rooted to the same spot, he smiles - no, smirks - and continues walking backwards, not breaking eye contact. There is no breeze, but his absence makes you shiver and once more goose bumps form, now over your whole exposed chest. He continues to backup until he hits the couch and he sits down slowly.

Xiumin’s eyes finally leave yours to travel down your body and back up, making you feel like someone had slipped an ice cube from your chin down one leg and back up the other side until his gaze locks with yours again. His smirk is gone, his expression now just full of need.

“Off.” Xiumin says, barely lifting a finger to gesture at your jeans. You don’t hesitate again, pulling off not only your jeans but the remainder of your clothes. You are feeling vulnerable but also like anything left on your body was subject to catch fire at any moment.

When you finish and look up again, you find Xiumin leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees, towel unwrapped but still draped across his lap. The starving look in his eyes spreads to the rest of his face while he looks at you.

You want to go to him, want to touch him, want, god, you want him, but you wait, wait for him to tell you, to command you. Standing there, biting your lip, your patience and control again surpassing what you thought you could do.

Then he leans back, and the towel is not hiding anything any longer. You can’t help but swallow hard, saliva suddenly filling your mouth, and clench your fists.

“Oh fuck” Xiumin gasps, eyes dropping from yours to your neck when you swallow, “Come here. Now.”

You almost trip over yourself in your haste, in your want, moving to stand infront of him, between his legs, and you bend over him to kiss him, self control crumbling with every second. As the kiss deepens, he moves to pull you onto his lap, but instead your knees buckle and you slip down to kneel on the floor infront of him.

He is still leaning forward, not willing to break the kiss yet, when your hands trace down his chest to his cock. You both gasp as your hand closes around him; him in an involuntary need for air, you in surprise at how hard he already is.

You pump him a few times, then make the decision to break the kiss, your want to be obedient being beaten out by the want to know how he tastes and the want to see him crumble in your hands.

One hand still pumping, you use the other to push Xiumin’s chest back into the couch. His one hand grips the arm of the couch and his other goes to your hair. Then you lower your head and take his tip into your mouth, keeping eye contact as best you can.

You bob your head, swirling your tongue over his tip in rhythm. Xiumin’s hand grips the couch, his knuckles white, and his eyes are wide, still staring into yours, his lips falling open and his breathing suddenly much heavier.

Your name slips from his mouth, mixed with various swears as you continue, until -

“FUCK-“ his hips buck and you gag, stopping to take a deep breath in. Xiumin’s hand releases the couch arm, leaving little indents where his nails had dug in, and he cups your chin again, leaning forward to kiss you long and hard.

“Your turn” a new command, not a question or offer, and before you can react your places are swapped. Seeing him, rock hard, muscular shoulders tensed, barely in control of himself but kneeling so intently, so desperately and submissively infront of you is almost enough to make you come undone already.

It takes everything in you not to scream when he starts with his tongue. Now it’s your hand on the couch arm, the other tangled in his hair. His name and curses falling from your lips. He uses both his hands to press your hips down into the couch, and you squirm against him, into his touch and away from it at the same time.

“I.. I’m close” you breathe out, and Xiumin’s eyes flick up to meet your gaze. You almost come undone right there, but he pulls away from you, grabbing your hand to have you stand with him.

“Do you trust me?” Xiumin asks, not commanding, not a whisper. Just a sincere question, though in a voice so deep you swear you feel it rather than hear it.

His hand is holding yours still from having you stand, and the other is on your waist, stealing you. His cock, practically quivering between you two, is wet at the tip, a question of its own waiting for your reply. The heat, now shared between you both evenly, flickers across your bodies impatiently.

“Yes.” No more pauses, no more hesitation.

Xiumin pulls you flush against him, guiding your arms up and around his neck. Then he bends and lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, and walks a few feet until your back is against a wall.

You shake from anticipation now, no more goosebumps, and find yourself biting his perfect collar bone while he walks, sucking and nibbling. Your name falls from his mouth, a swear word of its own now.

Now braced against the wall, you look into his eyes as he lowers you down onto him. With every inch, the starvation dissapears but the storm rages harder. You clutch onto his shoulders, and arch your back towards the wall as he takes you, mouth open but unable to make a sound.

Until he moves.

The screams you held back before come out now, involuntarily, taking the shape of “Xiumin” over and over again.

You both hold on and ride the storm together, as he bounces you up and down, up and down, over and over, landing harder each time. You hear the sound of your skin against the wall, broken up by the sound of your skin on Xiumin’s skin and your names - the worst swear words known to man - tumbling out between you.

At some point you both slip down to the floor, but you don’t remember how it happened that you were on top of him now. You slow the pace, rollling your hips instead of bouncing, and watch as Xiumin’s eyes roll back, his eyelids closing.

On a whim, you cover his eyes with your hand. His breath catches in his throat with each roll of your hips. Goose bumps break out on his arms and chest.

You lean forward and whisper in his ear “Keep your eyes closed.”

He can only nod in reply, mouth clenched, a deep groan coming from his chest,

You remove your hand, smirking as you see he followed your order, and pick up the pace to return to your previous rhythm, fast and hard. Xiumin’s hands go to your hips, guiding you, helping you.

1, 2, 3 more times you land before you cum with no warning, with not a scream but a growl of “Xiumin”, clenching around his cock, back arched and eyes closed. You roll your hips, riding it out, eyes open again to see that he was peaking, looking at you in awe.

As soon as your eyes meet, he too comes completely undone, holding you still while he thrusts up. You brace yourself against his shoulders, collapsing down onto his chest as he cums inside you.

With a grunt, he pulls out of you and you roll onto your side on the floor beside him. It’s the first time you notice that the ground is cold, the heat from the two of you slowly, very slowly dispelling.

Xiumin pulls you toward him, pushing a leg between both of yours, hand on your waist and the other arm under your head. Neither of you willing to move yet, or to break the silence.

It isn’t until you shiver again, this time genuinely from the chill, which is creeping into you from the floor, that either of you stir. As you emerge from your drunken bliss, the first thing you realize is that you’re still.. sticky. And the second is that you are going to be very.. very sore in a few hours time.

Well.. another reason to go to the gym more, you think to yourself, sure that your stamina tonight was all adrenaline.

Xiumin gets up and grabs the towel, abandoned near the couch, kneeling down to wrap it around your shoulders. Without saying a word, he kisses you on the forehead, then gets up and turns on the shower.

When you see steam escaping the bathroom, you struggle to your feet and walk in to see Xiumin waiting for you.

“You go first” he says, offering a hand to help you step into the shower. Another command, but not as forceful as before.

You accept his hand and step into the shower, but when he turns to go and give you some privacy, you grip his hand even tighter.

“Stay..” you say, and pull him into the shower with you. His eyes meet yours again, and it’s like he is in a trance, pulled in by some strange gravity that now connects you two.

You help each other wash, gently, somehow shy with each other despite what you just did. You watch a bead of water trace down Xiumin’s neck and chest, thinking again of him on stage, sweat running down his collarbone..

His collarbone, which now has an odd bruise? You brush you finger across it and he winces, then you both look at it together, suddenly realizing what it is.

His eyes widen in surprise, “I didn’t think you had actually left a mark!”

“Oh god I’m so sorry!” You bring your hands up cover your face, mortified, “I had no idea I had done that either!”

But when Xiumin starts laughing, you can’t help it this time but to peak out between your fingers to see his face. He looks completely relaxed, his laugh making him look impossibly even younger than he already looks.

Confused, you lower your hands, “won’t you.. get in trouble?” You ask, “what if someone sees it on stage?”

Seeing that you are genuinely concerned, he suppresses his laughter to reply “Do you think we’ve never had to ask the makeup team to cover anything like this up before?” His eyes sparkle, “Though, it will be my first time asking… but the others have all had to at some point.”

You laugh tentatively, and seeing his smile grow at the sound, laugh again, releasing the little bit of worry you had built up.

“We’re human, after all” Xiumin says, pulling you closer so you are both under the water, resting his head on your shoulder and hugging you close, “we… I need love, connection.”

You wrap your arms around him and squeeze in response.

After a minute or so of holding him close, you go to pull away, ready to step out of the shower, when he freezes and pulls you back to him.

“What’s..” the question dies on your lips as you feel exactly what is wrong, thick and strong, and somehow hard again, between you two.

“Just.. um.. give me a minute” Xiumin mumbles into your shoulder, and you see that the tips of his ears are pink.

I guess even when you quench a fire.. the coals can be reignited pretty easily you think, smiling to yourself as the now familiar, tantalizing warmth grows between you two again.

END

(… unless? PART TWO HERE)

#exo #xiumin #exo fanfic #xiumin fanfic #xiumin smut #xiumin x reader #fanfic

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flock-talk · 1 year

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hey sorry but you tagged a pic of Toto with discoloration and I was just wondering if you could point out the discolored areas cause I couldn’t tell where they were. just curious cause I think it’d be good for me as a bird owner to know more about what discoloration looks like, I only know what’s on google images

Totally! I'm going to use this as an opportunity to point out everything I can visibly see wrong with Toto, not just the feather discolouration!

First let's start with the more noticeable issues, broken feathers! The tips of some of his primary wing feathers and some tail feathers are snapped off leaving a "V" shape of filaments extending past the central shaft of the feather. This can be due to a poor diet creating a weak feather that's prone to breakage but in some cases the feathers can just break by getting caught on something and feather destructive behaviours. The tail was most likely damaged because of being in a small cage and rubbing his tail backwards against the bars, the wings likely broke because the wings used to be clipped and as the feathers grew in there wouldn't be other primary flight feathers surrounding the new feather to support it. So the new wing feather would be more prone to snapping against the force of the wind or various physical impacts.

Also visible in this image is general poor feather structure. The edges of all the tail feathers demonstrate some rippling like a wave and some feathers have a big bend in the central shaft. Those are big indicators of an unhealthy feather.

The left two arrows are pointing to tiny black specks, those are small areas of discoloured pigment! Sometimes these can form as a feather naturally breaks down or the feather gets damaged (notice how the wing has a lot of black specks around the "V" shape) but it can also be an indication of poor health.

Here we see more discoloured bits, along the very edge of almost every feather we see some brown! You do have to be careful when analyzing edges since sometimes the iridescence of a feather can create a bit of an illusion but in this instance we can see that no matter how the light hits the feather the brown edge stays the same. This kind of discolouration doesn't usually show up right when a new feather is made but will show up over time as the feather breaks down quicker than it's supposed to. That happens because when the feather was formed there weren't adequate nutrients available to make a healthy durable feather that would stay green all the way to the end of it's moult cycle. You'll also see this kind of discolouration form if you over-handle your bird, the oils from your hand can remove protective barriers from their feathers and damage them which is why you'll often see birds with black-edged head or back feathers from hand cuddles and scritches.

This can also be a sign of more serious health problems so it's best to get a vet to evaluate them to knock off potential organ damage as a cause.

With the wings we see the two cut feathers, since the filaments are cut to the same length as the shaft in a straight line these were most likely clipped by a pair of scissors. In that sense this is not a sign of a health problem, just someone wanting to prevent the bird from flying. These will moult out at the end of their cycle just fine and be replaced by new full feathers next time.

There's also some white spots along the central feather shaft of some feathers, sometimes this is just build-up of dust but it can also be stress bars demonstrating a lack of available nutrients during that point in feather production or an overall stressful period where the body wasn't able to synthesize the nutrients to make the feather in that spot properly. Stress bars usually present themselves by warping the colour along the filaments as well not just the shaft but it does happen just on the shaft sometimes.

More "V" shaped wing tips, just general breakage from the lack of support feathers when they were growing out the clip job. Potentially also a more brittle feather due to poor nutrition or underlying health problems. Same as above.

On the tail we see a lot of fraying along the edges and ends of the feather, this can be due to him rubbing his tail against cage bars for too long but it can also be a sign of a weak feather structure. Feather filaments will separate like this during rigorous activity and play but they should be able to reattach back to their singular healthy shape with regular preening. Feather filaments have tiny little hooks on them that latch together like velcro, if the feather can't reattach with normal preening then that suggests the feather structure has been compromised. Whether that's because of poor nutrition, health problems or just excessive physical damage we won't be able to tell until a vet check!

Next we have the beak. Beaks can be tricky because they change a lot with breeding hormones and seasonal moulting. Right now Toto is going through a very heavy moult so his body will be using up a lot of the same nutrients that are needed for a healthy beak, he will be replacing his current beak layer and he will be producing a lot of dust which will get caught in the little cracks in the old beak layers and make them look worse than they might really be.

The top layer of a beak is the oldest layer that will be shedding off while new layers are growing in underneath. The tip of his beak is pretty normal, maybe a small bit long but not too bad really. The large crack at the tip is standard for what a beak looks like when replacing a beak layer. The white flaky appearance covering the rest of the beak, however, is not! A healthy beak should be smooth and uniform in colour for the most part. Flakiness can suggest a nutrient imbalance or more serious health problems.

Since Toto has been on a seed based diet with little to no fresh foods it's very likely that he's been lacking the nutrients necessary to make a healthy beak.

Last is the nails and I'm sorry I don't have perfect reference photos for these yet since he's still a bit scared of the camera but here's what we've got:

His nails are too long, primarily his longest toes on the front of both feet. The best way to analyze a nail is by looking at how they stand on a flat surface, they should be able to stand with a totally flat foot where the pads of the foot rest completely on the surface and the nail is just barely above the surface.

In Toto's case if he puts his pads all down the toe has to twist to compensate for the length of the nail. This puts a lot of pressure on his toes and can warp/ damage them over time.

His back nails appear to be a pretty adequate length, on a perch you can see that the nail tip is just hovering over the perch. Perches are a less accurate way to check nail length since perch diameter will influence how the nail sits and a bird can change how much they clench their foot but it's all I've got for reference right now.

Here you can see the front toe on a slightly rounded surface and if his toe is held straight (not twisted) the tip of the nail holds the pads up off of the surface quite a bit!

If we compare this to Newt's nails it becomes a lot clearer just how long they are, even in this pic Newt could use a small little bit filed off the tips.

That's all I've got for now, hope this helps!

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nicka-nell · 2 years

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The Atsumu - pregnant reader fic was so sad but also sweet **cry**

Can you do Suna x pregnant reader also a bit angst but with a good end for both of them?

Maybe he jokes about reader because she gains weight and she tells him it's because she's pregnant?

TY!

Aaah I'm glad you liked it! 🥺 And sure let's do that. I think it's only a bit angst... But more the fear because of the readers weight because of the pregnancy. Anyway, I hope you like it. 😇💚

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Pregnancy confession going wrong

Pairing: Suna Rintarou x reader

Genre: a bit angst, fluff

Warning: mention of gaining weight (due to the pregnancy), mention of body shaming, I guess?

Words: 3.067

“Do ya really think this trend is a good idea? Don’t you think that goes too far?” Osamu asks his friend when Suna shows him a new TikTok video. A rather toxic trend and not funny in Osamu’s eyes. But you probably have to go through some trends and pranks, which Suna then uploads on his TikTok account anyway. You don’t seem to mind these short clips from time to time.

Osamu had only once seen you a little angry at a trend where Suna had pretended to be flirting with another woman on the phone, and then hung up quickly when he noticed you were coming back into the room. Too bad you had his phone in your hand faster than he could hang up. You couldn’t hear anyone on the other line than Atsumu, who had changed his voice to a higher one. At that time, you were angry with Suna because you never liked such cheating trends and had told him from the beginning that you did not want to get pranked with these topics. This trend will probably not be different, but Suna is old enough… To stop him is not Osamu’s job, even if he is still skeptical about all this.

“I’m just gonna tease her a little and then clarify everything. There’s nothing wrong with it. I mean, have you looked at the reactions of all the girls? There are some hilarious ones. I think hers will be funny too, but not as exaggerated as the reactions of all the women on the Internet. I mean, she knows that she has a great figure. Maybe she’ll see right through it.” Says Suna, as he takes his cell phone out of Osamu’s hands and looks through the apartment, to find a spot where he can best place the cell phone so that he can film you, without you noticing anything.

Carefully he places it on your wall shelf, pushes the flower vase filled with fresh flowers slightly in front of it so that the mobile phone is mostly covered, and presses the recording button, knowing exactly that you should come every minute, because you just wanted to get the mail out of the mailbox.

“Yeah, well, there were some funny girls… But also many where the women have reacted heavily. Don’t ya worry about her getting sad?” Leaning against the wall, Osamu watches his friend, who’s standing in every corner of the room, to see if the camera is really not visible from any point.

“Nah, as I said, I rather think that she will get upset for a few seconds, will have this sweet pout on her face and then punch me with the sofa cushion and start laughing when I tell her it was all just a prank. Or she sees right through it. So, don’t worry-”

“Today there was no post in the mailbox, only once again advertising.” You call from the hallway into the apartment, hang up your jacket as Suna presses his index finger to his lips. Osamu just nods, has understood that from now on he should probably say nothing. Why is he here again? He wanted to be back home after your cinema visit. Osamu definitely does not want to be drawn into this prank, because it is mean and tactless in his eyes. He hopes so much that you take all this easy and just laugh about it.

With a big smile, you come into the living room, see the two men as they make themselves comfortable on the couch, and sit down in the armchair next to them.

“The movie was really not bad, or what do you think?” You say something out of breath, as if you ran the way from the cinema to home. Just as Osamu wants to answer you, Suna cuts off his words, puts his hand on your thigh with a loving smile, before he caresses it and looks into your eyes.

“Hey babe, can you get Osamu something to drink? A glass of water would be good.” Actually, he could get up himself, but for his plan he has to work ahead and hope that you react exactly as he imagines it.

You still breathe faster than usual when you look at the door into the kitchen, then back to Suna. “Yeah, I’ll do that in a second. Just let me rest, okay? I just need a break.”

Jackpot. You couldn’t have given him a better answer for his plan. Almost as if you both had scripted the conversation. Suna has to resist a smug grin when he gives a fake sigh and lets himself fall back onto the sofa.

“Is that your excuse for everything lately? I just need a break? And then you wait until I do it?”

Confused, you look at him. His loving look is blown away. Only two narrow slits look at you, almost pierce you. Osamu also looks at Suna in awe. It almost seems as if he wants to say something, but does not know exactly what.

“What exactly do you mean, Rin?” You ask him with a strange feeling in your stomach. Something seems different from usual.

“Well, lately you always come to me with the, I just need to rest for a moment, excuse then you forget it and I do it myself. You got kind of lazy... I think, so please don’t get me wrong, but it also looks like you might do something more for your body…”

Now that he said it, it doesn’t sound quite as funny as in the videos. Actually, it sounds really mean. Maybe he should clarify it directly and not wait until you show your reaction. Inconspicuously, he glances over to his mobile phone before he looks again into your big glassy eyes. Okay, it was really stupid of him.

“Hey babe w-”

“No, no Rintarou, I get it. I gained weight and I’m lazy lately. Fine, but you know, I really don’t want to talk to you now. So if you’ll excuse me.”

Even before your tears can fall down your cheeks on your lap, you stand up, turn around and run into the bathroom. Yes, okay, you’ve been out of breath more and more recently, have also gained some weight, but that had a very specific reason. But the way Suna just looked at you, derogatory, as if you’re no longer enough for him, as if you’ve become too fat for him and should change that quickly, that has hurt you so much. And then he says something that is tactless in front of Osamu. This is just embarrassing. You’re so uncomfortable with this. The way Suna looked at you... You don’t dare tell him why you put on weight. You are too afraid that he will only look at you disgusted when you will soon gain even more weight. Sniffing, you reach for the toilet paper, wipe away your tears, hear the two men in the living room no more, as you sit on the floor in front of the locked door, legs pulled to your chest.

“Ah damn it.” Suna curses, who got up and breaks up the video on his camera.

“I told you this was a stupid idea.” Osamu instructs him, gets up and walks towards the bathroom door, followed by Suna.

“Yeah, I noticed that when I said it… Hey, doll, please open the door. That was just a -” When Suna knocks on the door, your loud words quickly interrupted him.

“Rintarou, go away! I - Leave me alone! Go! Get out of here!” Repeating yourself, you don’t give him the chance to say another word until it’s quiet. You can’t hear your boyfriend’s voice from the other side.

Suna has stepped away from the door, or rather, Osamu had pushed him away from it, whispering to him he should now be quiet and not talk, when Osamu clears his throat loudly before knocking on the door and pronouncing your name.

“Osamu? What do you want?” Your voice is much calmer, yet sad and different from usual.

“Are you all right? So, well, I mean, Suna’s words really have hurt ya. I thought -”

“Is Rintarou still here?” You interrupt him softly.

Both men look at each other, as Suna shakes his head, wants to tell Osamu that he should lie, tell you that Suna went out of the apartment. He doesn’t have a clear conscience about lying to you, but you probably won’t get out otherwise. Don’t give him the chance to clear up this stupid misunderstanding.

“No, he left the apartment when ya told him to go out. He wanted to get some fresh air… do you wanna talk? What’s wrong?”

You had just spoken to him, but now you are silent. Was his answer too unconvincing? You probably didn’t buy it from him that Suna left. What should he do to make you talk, he asks himself when he hears your voice again. Hesitant and somehow anxious.

“He’s really not there anymore?”

“No, he’s gone now.”

“Can you promise me to keep what I tell you for yourself?” Again, the two men look at each other. This time Suna has no calm, indifferent expression in his eyes. He seems tense, almost as if he is worried that you want to tell Osamu that something about your relationship is no longer working. Maybe he’s gone too far with all the videos lately. What if you want to break up with him?

“Yeah, I promise you.”

“I, I have not become lazy and fat. That, well, that has other reasons why I’m like that right now.”

“That’s.. You’re not lazy and fat. But if you think something is wrong with yer body…would you like to tell what’s wrong?” He answers you tensely, just as tense as Suna, who stands next to the door, listens to your voice and becomes restless. His chest feels heavy, weird, and somehow he’s sick. He really went to fare with it. But why do you believe his words when they clearly were nonsense?

“Promise me, will you?”

“Yeah, as I said, I promise I won’t tell him.”

“I… I’m pregnant. The gynecologist confirmed my pregnancy two weeks ago… I just don’t know how to tell Rin.”

These were some huge news. Osamu can’t believe what you just said. His gaze wanders to his friend, who looks with big eyes, open mouth at the door, where your voice came out. Osamu know’s it’s a matter of time when Suna will get a little freak-out. It would just be normal to be happy, sad or whatever.

“Babe, open the door.” Suddenly, Suna’s voice sounds through the locked door. He jumped away from the wall, pushed Osamu from the door and now stands in front of it, his hand on the doorknob, the head on the cold wood. His heart beats incredibly fast and if you don’t open the door right away, he’s sure he’ll kick it open.

“Rintarou? I thought you were-”

“Please open the door!” He repeats emphatically, wants you to finally open the door. You’re pregnant? There’s his, your baby in your belly? Why didn’t you tell him before when you’ve known for two weeks? So many questions go through his head, while he still stands in front of a closed door.

“Go…”

“No, please open the door. What I said was a dumb, terrible, a really stupid prank I saw on TikTok. I didn’t mean that. So please open the door. What do you mean, you’re pregnant?”

You hear the fear in Suna’s voice on the other side of the door. Is he afraid you’re serious about the pregnancy? Or did he just notice that he hurt you with his words? And what kind of TikTok trend is he talking about now? Even if that was a trend, he really thought that’s funny?

“If you don’t open the door now, I’ll kick it in. Please talk to me…”

Still, you are swallowed in your thoughts, have placed your chin between your knees when you feel the door vibrating on your back. Only now do you realize that Suna is pushing all his weight against the door again and again. You hear Osamu how he tries to stop Suna in vain. Slightly shaky on your legs you move away from the door, tell Suna that he should stop and that you will open it.

As soon as you have spoken your words, the door stops shaking. Suna hears the key turn inside the lock, as the door opens a gap wide before your reddened eyes look up at him. Carefully, and slowly, in order not to accidentally injure you, he shifts the door open before stepping into the bathroom and pulling you away from it to take you in his arms.

“Sorry about what I said earlier. That was stupid.” He states, put his head on your shoulder and caress your back. With his warm hug, you feel more comfortable. You know that his apology was serious, because actually Suna rarely apologizes. Only if he did something wrong.

“So is it not true that you find me too fat, too lazy?” You ask to play it safe, even if you already know the answer. Sighing, Suna raises his head, loosens your embrace so that his hands only touch your arms, move up to your shoulders and neck, come to a halt on your cheeks and pull your face slightly up so you look at him. Barely visible, he smiles at you, wanders with his eyes from yours to your nose, before he gives you a kiss and shakes his head.

“No, no, you’re perfect. My sexy doll. You are beautiful, and really not lazy. Like I said, that was really such a stupid prank.”

Relief is visible in your gaze. Now that Suna has spoken the words, you feel safe. At least for a brief moment, a smile spreads over your lips. For a moment, you forget that you told him a few minutes ago that you were pregnant. Or rather Osamu, who had lied to you when he said Suna was no longer in the apartment.

“And now to you… Is that true? Are you really pregnant?” Suna’s voice is unlike before calm, deep and clear in your ears as his fingertips leave your skin, gently lie down on your stomach. He doesn’t feel a bump yet, so if you’re pregnant you can’t be pregnant for too long. Also, he doesn’t think you lied to him. You two have sex a lot. You use a diaphragm as contraceptive, because you didn’t want to take contraceptives that could affect your hormones, which Suna thinks is better too. Of the other contraceptives, this was the most pleasant for you. Although it’s not the safest, you both knew that. But you’re old enough, were of the opinion that if you were to get pregnant, you both could handle it. You have a big apartment, been together for a long time and both have well-paid jobs. And lately, everything is going so well between you two.

He had already played a few times with the thought of what it would be like if, in this togetherness that you have, there’s suddenly a third little person. He could really imagine what you would look like, with a little baby in your arms, reading your child a bedtime story while he would watch you both from the bedroom door. But he would never be the one who really addressed the topic of children. After all, you have to spend nine months running around with a baby in your stomach, giving birth to it, and so much more. If anyone should decide when to plan, it’s you.

“Yeah, the doctor said two weeks ago that I was three weeks pregnant. So now, at the fifth week of pregnancy.” You murmur softly, put your hands on Sunas, which still cling to your stomach, and look up at him again. His eyes are fixed on your stomach, on your hands, which lie down protectively in front of the still unborn baby.

“Are you angry? You know, about the pregnancy.” You ask carefully, look at his gaze as he almost sadly smiles at your question, shakes his head and reaches for your hands. With a slight jerk, he pulls you towards him, takes you back in his arms before he answers quietly.

“No, no. How could I be mad? That is good news. That’s… I’m really so happy.” His joyful voice warms your heart. How gently he touches you for fear of hurting you or the baby makes you melt away. All these short sweet kisses that he gives you over and over again on the lips, while he tells you that he is happy about this news, make you overjoyed. All the fear, worry that he might say he’s not ready for a child yet is blown away. Because, to be honest, you didn’t expect him to be so happy. Yet it almost sounds as if he has been thinking about children for a long time.

“We can do this, doll. I’m proud of you. And I’m gonna find every pound you weigh more, kiss it and tell it that each pound is sexy on you, too. Because you’re my hot chick, right?”

He says and looks at you with his crooked smile, a smile that others would call arrogant, but you know exactly that he means it lovingly. You can’t help but giggle, punch him in the chest before you put your head on the spot where your fists were before.

“You’re an idiot Rin…” You laugh, listen to his quiet “Still your idiot” as two more arms suddenly lie around you and Suna.

Both of you look to the side irritated, see a stupidly grinning Osamu who has joined your hug.

“Look at this, my best buddy and his cute little mouse are having a baby and I even knew it before the father got the news. That’s a thing. Congrats you two TikTok-junkies.”

“Idiot, I was standing next to you when she said it, so I know it just as long as you did.”

“Ehhh nah, I was closer to the door.”

“You’re insane.”

They both quarrel and you can't but laugh about the situation in front of you. A beautiful, loud laugh that silences the boys for a second, before the two smile crookedly and join your laughter.

#haikyuu x #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #suna x reader #suna rintarou x reader

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some old stuff I found on pinterest (and below interesting things) - Part 1

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“One minute Taylor is busting out lyrics and being adorable in front of the camera, and the next she is like high-fashion model”

Q: What type of music are you into right now?

TS: A Late’80s pop. One of my favorite songs is “She Drives Me Crazy”, by Fine Young Cannibals.It was so ahead of its time.

App she loves – 8MM vintage camera

TS: “It lets you put a cool, 1960s-style filter on iPhone videos and gives clips a moody grain”

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COSMOGIRL 2009

TS: "My newest hobby is going to wal-mart and putting my CD in front of others in the rack. I have no shame in it!"

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Seventeen Magazine (2008)

Q: Do you think that he ( the guy from “Should’ve Said No”) secretly likes being named in your songs? TS: Yeah, probably. Those kinds of guys like getting attention – because I mean, what else is he doing? He’s probably with six different girls who don’t know that they’re being played.

Q: Has he (Drew from “Teardrops on My Guitar”) contacted you?

TS: Actually, he showed up in my driveway a couple of months ago, and it was like in the movies where at the end the guy shows up in your driveway, and you have this awesome kiss – except it’s three years too late. I’m like, Why didn’t you do this years ago ?!? He was stranger by then, so I felt like I didn’t know him anymore.

Q: Do you ever write songs about anyone other than yourself?

TS: “Tied Together With a Smile” is about a girl I knew my freshman year. She was absolutely Miss Popular, a pageaant girl, and she looked perfect every day! Always had the cutest outfits, always looked teh best at prom. But sometimes when you get a litle closer to people who look that perfect, you realize that they don’t feel perfect.They feel they’re ugly. And that’s what happened with this girl- I became closer friends with her, and one day she confessed that she was bulimic.

Q: How did that make you feel?

TS: It was really hard for me to take. But I never want to make someone feel horrible. do not deserve to be treated like that. I try to reason with them and be calm about it. After a while, I was just like, "You don't need to do that anymore." So I played that song for her, and I said, "Who do you think that's about?" And honestly, I don't think she ever did it after that.

Q: Have you ever felt bad about the way you look?

TS: Everybody does! Everybody looks in the mirror and is like, I wonder why her eyes are huge and mine are smaller. But I realized that if you’re lucky enough to be different from everybody else, don’t change.

Q: Do you ever wonder what it would be like to be someone eise?

TS: Oh, my gosh, if I were a different person and I could start all over, I would want to be Hayley Williams from Paramore! I think she’s awesome, and their music is amazing. But you know, I love country music more than anything in the world – I would never change what I do.

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“I’ve seen a lot of you get new cars”, she joke to those who worked on the album (Fearless)

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YOU (2009)

FAVORITE BOOK – Who Will Cry When You Die? By Robin S. Sharma. It’s a self-help but It’s na easy read. Every page has a new thing you can do to show the people you love that they matter to you. It makes you appreciate what you have. I have a lot more good days now that I’ve read that.

STYLE ICON – Cahrlize Theron. Thank you for saying I look a bit like her – taht makes my whole week.

BEAUTY PRODUCTS – My favourite lip colour is Dragon Girl by Nars;l realy like Armani make-up and there's a perfume that l get when ľ'm in the UK called Midnight Rain by La Prairie. And I love Jo Malone candles.

I: As ever, she sounds too good to be true . It might be one reason why. If we're being honest what eveyone realy wants to see is Taylor Swit being a litte bit naughty. Surely the teetotal Pollyanna façade must have cracks? Anyway, wouldn’t a bit of teenage rebellion be healthy?

TS: “I've been given the freedom to do whatever I want. I'm 19 –if want to storm out of the house and go to a club and get drunk and take my clothes off and run naked through Nashville, I can do that. I just really would rather not. I's as simple as that. It's not like I’ve been beaten down by some corporation that's forcing me to always behave myself - l just naturally do. Sometimes people are fascinated by the fact that I don't care about partying. almost to the point where they think it's weird.l think when we get to the point where it's strange for you to not be stumbing around high on something at 19, t's a warped world.”

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PEOPLE, 2009

Q: You just gave a $250,000 donation to schools you had previously attended or worked with. Why schools?

TS: The schools that I went to and the amazing people I got to learn from relly turned me into who I am, and I wanted to give back.

Q:If you’ve done all this by the time you turned 20, what do you want to do bu the time you turn 30?

TS:I think I’d like to have made a couple more albums that I’m really proud of. I’d like to have a house. I’m not the kid the girl who makes a goal for herself of getting married or starting a family. I’ve never really put a timeline on those sorts of things. So I don’t have any personal goals by the time I’m 30.

(midnight rain vibe)

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Q: What would you say is your biggest love “don’t” ?

TS: No one wants to be with someone who desperately needs them. You should want the other person and love him, but you shouldn’t need him. If you depend on him for your happiness, that’s not good ,because what will you do when it ends?

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TIGER BEAT

I CALLED THIS ALBUM RED BECAUSE.. “all the different emotions written about on this album, they’re all about the tumultuous, crazy, insane, intense, semitoxic relationships that I’ve experienced in the last two years. In my mind, all of those emotions are red.”

(I think this is the first time I see her referring to this relationship as toxic before 2022)

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BOP 2012

Taylor Swift looks down at the floor as she talks about the songs on her new album, Red (it comes out October 22). "They're sad, if I'm being honest,"she confesses. Tay's big blue eyes get a little teary as she thinks about her life right now.In the last two years. Tay says she's felt "all of those emotions, travels around spanning from intense love,intense the workd with frustration, jealousy and confusion." She also admits. "There's been this earth-shattering. not recent, but absolute crash-and-bum neartbreak."

(in this interview they are weird about her parents divorce)

#taylor swift #mine #tsedit #candy swift #tswiftedit #tsedits #tswiftart #tswiftcreatorsnet #tswiftedits #taylor swift lyrics #taylor swift interviews

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y'know I've been seeing the phrase 'chemistry' thrown around a lot lately. like it happened with rob and Zoe with the batman (2022) which you already talked about, it happened with the little mermaid live action (which you also commented on), and now with that new hunger games movie -> everyone is raving about the 'chemistry' between the leads (I haven't seen so I can't really comment). but it just makes me think: is it 'chemistry'? or is it just two hot people on screen breathing the same air?

I think that the word 'chemistry' is overused, do the general audience even know what 'chemsitry' really looks like anymore? I mean yes casting directors still have their actors do 'chemistry reads' but...? I say this because I think back to the posts you made about both rob and Zoe, Halle and Jonah, and now tom and Rachel (from the new hunger games movie, not sure if you will watch). all those actors performed chemistry reads with another for their respective movies, and you would think since the directors saw that chemistry then they must have it right, but after going through your blog, I've been more confused. do directors really look for chemistry, or do they just say "these two look good together, that should be enough to sell the movie"? cause they kinda have a point if that's the case.

I'm sorry I know this ask is like all over the place, but your blog really helped open my eyes, I guess I'm just tired of seeing the word 'chemistry' be thrown around at every 'hot ' couple that graces our screens. guess I would just like to know your thoughts on how the definition of 'chemistry' has changed since the early 2000s media?

sidenote: idk if you're going to watch the new hunger games but, I personally don't think the 2 leads have chemistry. I've only seen clips but from what I've seen they're just mostly 'longing' gazes between them and heavy breathing? I will say that the guy that plays snow is doing the more heavy lifting in scenes with Rachel. for Rachel, this probably just me but I feel like she was miscast for the role (according to sources she did not have to audition, it was just offered to her). in some scenes it does look like she was trying too hard, like she was struggling with some of the emotional beats. its almost as if she was 'insecure' in this role, and that her acting ability was not strong enough to handle the emotional weight of this film, if that makes sense? I would like to know your opinions/thoughts if see the film or watch some clips

OK. So.

First of all, I would like to see the actual chemistry tests and wish they were available because when I watch Sam and Cait's chemistry read, for instance, I'm like, it's obvious that they were going to be lightning in a bottle. LOOK at them.

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This makes absolute sense.

So, I wanted to find another chemistry read soI literally just typed it in on youtube and saw TSITP and how they did it over Zoom and then before I watched it, to make sure that that actually happened, I looked it up and the author was like,

"It was the first chemistry read I had done over Zoom and I was like, 'I don't know if this is going to work?'" Han exclusively told E!. "Obviously, it's more enlightening to be in a room with people and see how they connect and see how they look together and what the energy is. But when Han saw Tung and Briney together for the first time, she knew she had found her Belly and Conrad. It really felt like it was popping off the screen right away," she raved, "honestly."

and then I watched it and was like, OK if you think these people are your characters then who am I to tell you they aren't, you wrote them, but were they popping onscreen, though? Were they really? And watching this and then watching the show had me like, no wonder why they frustrated the hell out of me, there's nothing here.

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The most I can say is that Chris seems to be a marginally better actor when he's not actually physically interacting with Lola and it actually seems like what was popping onscreen was that they were both exactly who she thought her characters would be like as individuals, but alas, that's just my interpretation of what happened there.

And then there's the chemistry read for To All The Boys I've Loved Before and I watched it like, Noah is charming in it and he's natural and Lana is... keeping up, they're comfortable enough but I wouldn't say there's vibing, it's pretty forgettable, which is what I said about their chemistry in the movies

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so I was like, yeah this chemistry read makes sense for what I saw onscreen because it was fine but i wasn't great, it still felt staged and I forgot about them and the movie(s) right after I finished watching it.

So, when directors talk about the chemistry reads I'm like, I want to know what they looked like. Are they Outlander or TSITP?

but it just makes me think: is it 'chemistry'? or is it just two hot people on screen breathing the same air?

And this has always been something I've posed to anons when I used to argue about chemistry.

Do you just like the dynamic?

Are they just attractive?

Does she just have big eyes?

Those seem to be the three questions I asked a lot and I'm inclined to believe that now, directors look for the people who they think look good together and will sell their show/movie based on that because the internet's going to do the rest. Like, initium kept sending me these tweets about the AMAZING. INTENSE. HOT. chemistry between the Bridgerton leads

and I was like ... oh yeah, that fist bump screams sexual tension. Please be serious. Like, Tony and Kerry didn't have chemistry reads and they kind of just hoped for the best but when Shonda talks about how she literally had to leave the stage watching them film something

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it's earned in what I'm actually watching onscreen.

I also feel like now, if one person has the intent, and if one person is carrying the dynamic, then that's considered chemistry and it's sufficient.

In terms of seeing the Hunger Games, I know my mom really wants to see it because Viola Davis is in it and I was like, you know she's probably going to be in it for like 3 minutes "I don't care!" so it's probably going to happen sooner or later. I can't find any clips of them just edits and I have a rule about edits.

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Hi soo I have a question due to the ask of what if MC and Jack had a baby and Jack with Animal Ask, how do you think it be like for Shaun and Jack to just try and conversate with each other?

Well, I did mention the mechanics of how Jack could potentially communicate with Shaun in the post about Alice being pregnant with Jack's baby, that being he uses pencil and paper. I even showed a short example of some of their banter in the post.

If you're asking about what sort of relationship Shaun and Jack might have... well, we can only speculate currently, though I think a lot of it depends on how threatened Jack feels. If Shaun isn't going to take MC away from him or distract them from his existence, then Jack doesn't have a reason to go yandere.

If Jack does see Shaun as a threat... well... things could end badly. The game is called Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack for a reason.

On the opposite side of things, I think Shaun would be absolutely giddy getting to meet a real life supernatural entity. It's such a shame that there's the potential for the experience to end very, very badly for him.

I've mentioned since the beginning of my headcanon ramblings that I want Shaun and Jack to become friends in Sunshine in Hell. I think it would do Jack a world of good to have friends outside of MC, and Alice is the type of MC who would want to introduce her supernatural boyfriend to her best friend who she trusts and is open to the supernatural being real.

Of course, as I've also mentioned... Jack is going to "mark his territory" as it were. I mean, let's face it, the guy is a possessive yandere. It's going to take time for him to mellow and start trusting people who spend time with his sunshine, since they're so vital to his very existence, as suggested in the demo. This is especially true if the person is someone giving his sunshine lovesick and heartbroken looks.

This is why things between the two of them are going to be a bit rough at first, at least in my telling of the story for Sunshine in Hell. Jack and Shaun have reasons to be leery of one another. Jack is possessive of Alice and just saw her hugging and getting along with another person just the day after they first made love. Her introducing him as her boyfriend does make him a little less worried, but it's Shaun's turn to be concerned when she reveals that this ghost(?) that he can't see is her new partner.

Both Jack and Shaun love Alice(/MC). They would do a lot for her(/them) and have reasons to feel protective of her(/them). This holds true with every type of MC given what we've seen of the demo so far.

Their relationship will no doubt have some growing pains to go through at the start at the very least. There's going to be some conflict between them even if I'm sure Shaun would find the existence of a real ghost(?) to be completely awesome. Whether or not MC makes it harder or easier depends on how they handle things.

Overall, Alice is going to help mediate things between these two, and eventually Jack and Shaun will start to grow more comfortable with being friends with one another. I'm sure having more people believe in his existence is going to do Jack a world of good, and becoming friends is something that I think will benefit both of their lives.

I can't find the link to the specific post, but I could swear that I had mentioned in a previous headcanon ramble that I planned on having Alice and Jack be part of Shaun's newest horror film. Jack's ghost(?) powers will make for the most spectacular special effects ever, even if it's only doing things like making Alice and objects float around.

I also could've sworn I posted a teaser clip of Jack and Shaun's first private conversation without Alice around. Since it's been a while since I've posted any writing, how about I show it here? It's a good example of the type of conversations that I have in mind between these two. I hope you enjoy it and please let me know what you think!

Oh, and a quick content warning for the scene: there's talk of self-destructive behaviors, excessive drinking, alcohol poisoning, descriptions of injury and blood, hospital medical procedures, toxic relationships, and near death experiences. Remember, this is an Adults Only erotic horror game. Sunshine in Hell has some darker moments in it along with sweeter ones.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur

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“Did you know that the night her ex cheated on her, Alice almost died?”

The pencil dropped.

Shaun smiled bitterly. “I’m not surprised she didn’t tell you. That’s the type of person Alice is - always trying to downplay herself.”

Jack shook as he picked the pencil back up, quickly scrawling out his next message. He almost snapped the lead from how hard he pressed into the paper. “What happened?”

Shaun let out a hiss of air through his teeth as he scratched behind his ear. As much as he wanted to impress upon this ghost or whatever Jack was the seriousness of the situation, it was a pretty horrific memory for him, one that sometimes still gave him nightmares. “Now, I don’t know every detail myself - Alice doesn’t even remember most of that night… and that’s because she drank so much booze, she gave herself alcohol poisoning. The hospital had to pump her stomach.”

Shaun paused to take a deep breath as his dark eyes went distant. “What I do know is what I saw when I found her… When I got to their place, Alice was face down on the floor, and there was blood and puke all over the place. Not sure if it was from the broken bottles or the mirror, but she smashed her head on some glass and was out cold by the time I got there. Big fucking piece of it was jammed right in her forehead when I found her.”

A shudder ran through Shaun as he closed his eyes. “I… I thought…” He paused to take a deep breath then let it out in a hiss through his gritted teeth. “Shit, man, when I found Alice like that, I thought she was dead!” He took another shuddering breath. “Thank God she wasn’t, but it was a close call. I didn’t get all the details, but she hit her head really hard. She needed a ton of stitches afterwards, and one of the guys said she was lucky it got stuck in her skull, since another inch or two lower, and she could’ve lost her eye, or worse!”

The pencil snapped in half in Jack’s hand.

Shaun looked at the half pencil that fell to the counter and let out a dark chuckle devoid of humor. “You wanna know the worst part?” He didn’t wait for Jack to write anything. “Even after all that, she still forgave that son of a bitch and tried to make it work between them.”

Jack went utterly still.

Shaun sighed and shook his head. “Like I said… Alice is way too nice for her own good, even to assholes who don’t deserve it.” He stared up above the pencil, seeking out a sign of the ghost’s face, but he was left seeing nothing but empty air. Still, he kept his severe stare locked in that middle distance. “She finally accepted that bastard was no good for her a few weeks after that and broke it off, thank God.” He let out a sigh of relief before his gaze turned hard again. “Now do you get why I’m not so convinced that she should be dating a ghost from a cursed video tape?”

Jack still didn’t move. His thoughts were a chaotic maelstrom that he fought to control. Once again he thought back to the night when Alice finally broke down and poured out her heart to him, how she wished that she could stop caring, stop loving Ian. He thought that he had heard the worst of it then, but now…

Alice almost died. That thought rang in Jack’s head like a funeral bell. She got hurt because she drank too much… and she drank too much because of Ian. She admitted that she hated the taste of alcohol, but she got drunk that night in a desperate attempt to feel better after learning that his love for her was a lie. The scar on her forehead… she brushed it aside when Jack asked about it, saying it was caused by an accident and never elaborated. That scar was caused by Ian. That scar was a wound that could have killed her.

Alice could have died long before they ever met. The thought terrified Jack. He could have never met her. His sunshine would never have rescued him from hell. He would have been left to suffer forgotten in that endless cold, and Alice, his precious sunshine, would have been just as cold and forgotten by a vile man who cared more about selfish pleasure than love.

And Alice forgave that monster. She let him hurt her again until she finally found the strength to leave him.

Jack adored how kind his sunshine was, but at the same time this proved that everything, even good things, needed to be taken in moderation. Even kindness could be toxic if there was far too much of it.

Alice really was too nice for her own good. This was just further proof that Jack was right to worry that other people would take advantage of her.

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Headcanon Ramblings #Ask #My Writing

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Little Retrospective of Horrors: Little Shop: Bad Seed: That's Not a Joke that's the actual episode title (Comission by WeirdKev27)

Well here we are friends, at the end of my look of little shop of horrors. I may return for the comic adaptations of the films one day, but for now.. there's one last strange and intresting plant to cover before we close shop and count the bodies. Intresting may be pushing it i'll admit but it IS strange, so at least it has that.

Little Shop is a 1991 cartoon based on the musical and film, which mashes together the 60's do-wop themes of the musical, peanuts and Rap into one series.

Yeah THIS happened. I knew about it for a long time but hadn't seen hide nor hair of it till a reviewer I used to watch covered it. What clips I saw really didn't inspire confidence. However Kev loves to watch me suffer and coudln't wait for me to cover this whenever I could, so he paid me money to watch this thing.

So I decided to give the series a fair shake, look at the first episode. And i'm glad he did in the long run as it DOES feel more complete having this series in the retrospective. My soul will never entirely heal but hey, that's the price you pay sometime in this line of work. So join me under the cut as I talk about an Audrey Junior that raps. If that didn't scare you off, join me won't you?

We begin little shop with the theme song. And credit where it's due.. the hook for it is fire.

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It's a weird sandwitch of a song where the begining and end are great, a nice 90's style rnb hit. Problem is like many a 90's work they drop a piss take rap in the middle with lines like "get ready for a funny bone overload" "I'm comin atcha like toon style" "In full effect" and "the little shop posse's gaining respect"

Look if you don't know how something works don't do it. It's why i stay far away from tik tok and why Little Shop shouldn't of tried to enter the rap game.

This decision.. will never not be hilarious. Eldrictch God Levels of maddening too, of course, but hilarious. See... you'd THINk from this decision Little Shop abandons the Do-Wop, 60's pop sound of the musical entirely. You'd THINK. Instead they have numbers in that style AND rap numbers with Junior that make Poochie look dignified. So the writers clearly GOT that the music was one of the most valuable, iconic and awesome parts of the movie and stage play.. but also failed to grasp that it clashed horribly with rap. Or execs did. Or roger Corman

And the 60's style is still present for the most part as in their next baffling decision, they decided the best thing to possibly pair with little shop of horrors.. was peanuts

Now this isn't something I've really had a chance to dig into on this blog.. but I absolutely LOVE peanuts. The specials, the films, and of course the comic that started it all. As my frequent use of Breaking Cat News and Bloom County panels shows I love me a good comic strip and I love the godfather of most modern comic strips. If it didn't come from peanuts it came from Bloom County or Calvin and Hobbes, which came from peanuts.

So I actually do understand the impulse to model little shop's style after peanuts: it's a classic style, it has roots in the 60's as the specials started there and A Charlie Brown Christmas is still played every christmas as gods intended, and it works well. And they do a good job styliistically: it's peanuts esque but has it's own unique style and I like the minmalist yet colorful backgrounds. it really pops and the show LOOKS good, even through the vhs rip I watched.

The big issue is that they go for the peanuts style.. but often don't actually match that tone. The start of the episode kind of does, Seymour is charlie brown now, talks about his bad luck, not being "smart" enough to be a nerd, and his constant bullying by Pain Driller

Our DENNNTTIIIIST. The problem is LIttle Shop goes for a zanier universe. And it's not that Peanut's universe couldn't be rediculous. We've had things like Peppermint Patty being out of school for several weeks going to a dog obdience school thinking it was private school, Snoopy walking all the way to Kansas City when trying to get to Wimbledon and reuniting with his sister, Snoopy's awkward teenage nephew

The Kite Eating Tree which is not Charlie Brown's imagination, the EPA trying to arrest charlie brown for biting the bastard tree, Charlie Brown having to wear a sack over his head due to a baseball shaped rash... Charles Schultz wasn't above getting weird with it, and I'm here for it. Weird peanuts is some of the best peanuts.

The diffrence is peanuts is more.. chill. There will be big events and weird shit but it has a relaxed tone. Even something as awful as Lucy throwing Linus out of the house... was mostly just Linus chilling with Joe cool at his dorm and their parents having not intervened because they were missing... and the reveal of WHY gives Lucy her commpuance in the best way possible.

It's a fairly relaxed strip. There can be tense arcs and weird shit, but generally the stakes are just a setup for jokes or character work. So throwing a magical talking rappin plant into that kind of tone dosen't work. I get the impulse as the originla flim was also kinda relaxed.. at first. But it's hard to make "Carnvrious talking plant" work with "chill and relaxed"... so why do it? Why not just have them as teens at least? why? why/ Why?

So we find out Seymour has a job at Mushnik's still because Child Labor dosen't exist in this universe and is still yelled at by him because Mushnik uses child labor you think he's above YELLING at his free child labor? Seymour, as you'd expect, has a crush on Audrey whose mushnik's daughter in this one so she has a reason to be around. In a series where almost none of the changes make sense, why is THIS the one that does?

She ignores seymour because she wants to be a fire fighter

She apparently has a diffrent new passion every episode, like Daphne from Be Cool Scooby Doo but not as endearing. Seymour can't get her to notice him, and unlike the previous two versions she dosen't SEEM to have a thing for him back.

So Seymour needs to turn his life around and as usual finds a strange and intresting plant.. or rather it's seed as that's how Little Shop thinks plant dormancy works. Granted i'm not a botanist, but one google tells me that's not how it works. A plant simply stops growing and strengthens it's roots and what not to survive. So the IDEA of how Twoey isn't fozilied depsite, as we'll find out, being from caveman times, isn't bad.

This leads to our first musical number as Seymour tries to raise Audrey Junior to impress Audrey who in this version is a jerk about it while Mr Mushnik talks about his bad luck as does Seymour and no one cares because Seymour is a blatant copy of a way more popular characte rinstead of a kidified version of rick moranis and Mushnik reguarlly bullys a child.

So while we saw Seymour's mom earlier, he's sleeping at the shop. Apparently Mushnik bought him for a wadded up five and a slim fit condom. He dreams of caveman times, and Audrey Junior, who orders himself a pizza. Because apparently having a childrens show about Rambo, Warrior for Piece is okay but you can't sell one about a plant murdering a child's enemies.

So instead Junior just eats a lot. Anyways Pain is the delivery boy because child labor laws can go fuck themselves in this universe, and plans to rob seymour. So instead of being a murderous manipulative monster Twoey.. is just an asshole. Or dosen't know how money works.

Twoey does as usual offer some quid pro quo: Seymour tkaes him home later,a nd Twoey gets Audrey to notice he's alive. He agrees. Mushnik plans to fire the child he shoudln't of hired, while Twoey needs to hold up his end. So he decides to plant the idea in Audrey's head that seymour's cool, by literally pulling a seed out of the plant equilvent for a butt. His aim is lousy though so he hits pain instead.

This works to their advantage though as it allows them to steal his dope ass moped. Unfortunatley Junior finds that his home.. is now a petrified forest. And we get the one joke that actually made me laugh "Petrified Forest, please stay off the petrified grass". And I'll give them credit, Juniors sadness over his family being gone and being stuck in an urban hellscape is great.

The problem is that Junior.. lacks anything that made his predecessor Twoey or his grandpa also junor work. The original junior was just a mindless plant that Seymour was stupid enough to get hooked on corpses. The film version was a creepy trickster who manipulated Seymour ot his ends. A comedic twoey COULD actually work: keep the big eater thing and simply have him manpiulate seymour to his own ends. IT's not as good, but it'd work for what hteir goin for here. Instead while they try that, what we've got is a character whose just a selfish asshole with no trickstery charm and whose also a walking fossil of the 90's instead of the jurassic.

Still as is law Junior DOES help. In trying to lead a plant rebellion against humanity, he instead just makes all the flowers grow. Seymour accidently floods the place trying to stop him, which gets Audrey's intrest thinking he was fire fighting. I'm too tired to think of the logic here. Mushnik is happy to not fire him as long as their's buisness so we have our setup: Junior decides to adjust to modern day, Seymour keeps him because it benefits him, Audrey actuallyt alks to seymour now and Mushnik is taking advantage of a small child

Little Shop.. isn't very good. You'd THINK tha't dbe inherent in "Little Shop of Horrors Cartoon for Children'.. but the idea of one ISN'T as bonkers as it sounds. Little Shop of Horrors.. works for kids as while there's defintely a lot of muder and violence, most of it is pretty subdued. Only the feeding scene from the film really has a lot of gore to it. So as "selling this to children" properties goes, the film with a big awesome puppet, catchy songs, and a happy ending that also has mutilations and spousal abuse.. isn't the wildest swing you could take.

And adapting it for kids.. is really easy. As I said, just have Audrey II be a selfish trickster ala zack morris, doing things for his own benefit. Which they have here, just with an annoying rap gimmick. You age up the characters to high school, take away the unecessary attempts to copy peanuts, and it works. The franchise is already goofy, and while done well serious enoguh, even th efilm and musical still have wacky shit like Orin's entire musical number. The premise is goofy enough to work as a goofy over the top comedy, you just gotta let it. Little Shop ultimately dosen't work because it dose'nt know what it wants to be, mixing peanuts with a magical sidekick, rap and musical numbers more along the line of the original. It dosen't know what it is and that's why it only lasted 13 episodes.

Will I revisit this series? probably. It's pretty nuts and while I don't LIKE it, it was riffable as all hell. And it does sound like it gets more and more bonkers as it goes. For now though the shop is closed, but i was happy to finally give the full breadth of the franchise a looksee. It was certainly strange and intresting.

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