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cowboyjen68 · 2 years

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Hi Jen, and hello every butch reading this. I need your help.

I don't know where to begin, this has veen a problem for me for almost a decade now. I've followed you (Jen) for a few years now, and you're a very comforting figure to my brain, so I was hoping you and possibly others could help me out a bit. If not answers, then some good advice, open mindedness, patience, and possibly links to resources and helpful places. I've wanted to reach out to older butches and such about my issues with gender for a while, because I've flipped between a few and always have my mind coming back to butch in some form or another. Whether I act on it between each circle back or not, it stays.

I came out as some flavor of trans around 13, and then moved towards binary FtM around 14 or 15, which is when I met my first partner ever. I've had a ton of jumps back to being just kind of butch but in a weird middle butch state of not lesbian, not ftm, not anything but butch. I grew up in the midwest for 10 years (starting at 10,) and came out as a lesbian at 11 or 12. Regardless of how I was identifying in highschool, I was bullied and catcalled as a lesbian my whole childhood, seen as a d/ke, called it, I got the worst of it all, had girls try to kick my ass and dudes try to "turn me." I hung out with the fem cishet alt girls half my height and half my weight, carried them around, I was the ugly tall bitch that protected them. Had a wicked shaved head, wearing mens clothes handmedown, mens boots, brought a swiss army knife everywhere and my own wallet and housekeys. Getting pencils thrown at my head, smoking weed in the girls room, forced to change in the gender neutral stall for gym cause the school didnt know what to do with me. Guys would honk as they went past and shout dyke at me, so I started trying to blend in with highlighter shirts and jeans etc. Typical midwestern shit. I feel that despite now living as a man, i had the lived experience since a very young age (even before moving to the midwest,) of a butch. I am now fully living life as a cis man, stealth, and dating an amazing queer trans dude whose possibly genderfluid, and also very fem. He also identified as a lesbian for a long time and experienced a lot of toxicity there, and was nonbinary in his past, and I met him when he was agender and queer. He's amazing, I'm going to marry him, and he's everything I love in a partner. Feminine, went to cosmetology school, pretty nails, chubby, likes to bake and shop and wants to cook me steak, wants me to carry his stuff and his groceries, calls me his scary dog privleges, wants to scratch my sideshave. He realized he was trans and came out after we met, and I've been his biggest support against everything else, and I always will be. I love him, I'm attracted to him and he's the only person i ever have been. So I dont think I qualify anymore as a butch, despite using the term and being a butch for so many years. I was a butch, I still feel it even if I'm not really into many people at all including women (also on the aro/ace spectrum haha), but now I'm a man, I have a beard, I have a boyfriend I will never leave, who knows how I feel and loves me and we both know no matter where we end up gender wise or sexuality wise that pretty much me and him are it, and if it contradicts, who gives a shit, yknow?

My dating history has always been feminine nbs, feminine trans boys, and femme lesbians. I have never dated a masculine cis man, masculine nb, anyone masculine at all. For lack of better terms due to my situation, I have always been butxh4femme and at least masc4fem. I have always been the guardian and gentle giant of my fem partners, I also am mostly a stone butch due to sexual trauma and asexuality. Due to my aroace-ness, I've also hardly dated literally anyone lmao! Maybe 3 people longterm and seriously in my entire 21 years. This is getting really long, and I'll be honest, I've been yelled out of all communities I've been in for being so damn complicated. I'm scared I'll hurt mt partner and he'll feel I don't see him as he is, I'm scared I'll hurt lesbians despite living and growing as one most of my life, I'm scared I'll hurt me by identifying as butch because I feel like I'll have to detransition. I also kinda look fuck ugly without a beard nowadays, cause lord knows I've shaved that shit fullon twice now because of this exact issue.

I want to be called sir, and I love being on T. I hate getting a period, and my bottom dysphoria is agonizing, but I probably wont get bottom surgery. I want to not be catcalled. I want to get top surgery eventually, and maybe I don't want a full beard. I wanna cut all the sleeves off my shirts again and get some sexy workboots and jeans. I know I want my pretty femboy boyfriend on my arm forever, I don't care how he ends up identifying or me either, and to see him wear his dress on our wedding day. I want to be butch but still be seen as a man, but I don't think I'm allowed because so many people have shit on me for it and said I'm not. But I still wear my keys on my belt. I still lift the heavy shit, emotionally or physically, every day for him. I still do my role, I still protect the people around me. But I don't want people to look at me when I say butch and assume me or my boy are women, out of respect for him and me too.

Advice needed, please, anybody that's willing to help me and help me find my path. It's been so back and fourth so long. Thank you.

- R

i am sorry for taking so long. Fall is a very busy season with all my jobs ramping up and getting ready for winter on the homestead.

Your writing was a lot to absorb and I admit I read it several times and had to come back because it weighed on my emotions and heart heavily. I was driving tractor last night so I had lot of thinking time. I went over in my head how you much feel, how I could possibly answer this with any coherant advice or even just some comforting words.

You are only 21, my advice if you were my child (i have 3--25 year olds, a 22 year old and a 16 yo), would be to slow your roll. 3 serious relationships by 21 is a lot. At a time when we are sort of socially and mentally programmed to be free and using our energy to exlplore our individuality you were putting efforts into maintaining viable relationships with other people who were probably also trying to figure themselves out. I was 23 before I even had one serious relationship and i was probably still NOT ready for it.

When we never live a single life or a life on our own it becomes hard to separate who we are from our partner. It is normal to bounce off of each other and to both want badly to share the same values, identity and interestes EVEN if as individuals those things might never have lined up.

I am NOT a therapist nor can I possibly know you or your exact feelings, I can only go by what you told me. When I am asked for advice I am honest but kind, go from my experiences and or those stories I have been told by friends. Sometimes what I say is NOT what you want or expected to hear. That is okay. You can take what I say or leave it. Or use what helps, ignore what doesn't . So here it goes.

My point about you both meeting young,and thus relying on each other to work on your individuality comes into play here. You are both, I am guessing around 21. Neither of you have had any time to forge exactly who you are. Stastically what are the chances of two women who both lived as a lesbian meeting after you transitioned and the partner ALSO being trans but not coming out until AFTER the fact. Until after the relationship has progessed.? Speaking in terms of how many trans people are in the population that feels like quite a statistical anomally. What are the chances? Now I suck and math and I know the percentage of any given population in the LGBT+ community as compared to greater society seems sketchy, based on shitty research and at best a bad guess. It just gives me a bit of pause and might give you some food for thought, a chance to think over outside influence vs life long dysphoia or other factors.

I preface this by saying I can in no way know you or your partner or pasts or any actual feelings, only what you have told me. I appreciate your stark honesty and your willingness to admit you are struggling. Reaching out is hard even as an anon. Is it in any way possible your partner was influenced heavily by wanting badly to share your life, your values, to feel more inline with you and to feel more close to you and to solidify the relationship in a space that she perceives as more comfortable to you. OR perhaps even your friend group?

You talk aboout pressure from all sides to be this or be that and if you are a trans man I am sure she was getting not too subtle pressure to not use lesbian even though she was maybe just fine with that, it felt right. There is a vicious push from inside the house to tell people how to describe their sexuality and relationship when it is no one’s business. Others feel uncomfortable when two people live their lives as they see fit and don’t rely on how people perceive them to be happy. It makes some people nuts in fact.

To your concern about detransitioning or not or what makes you happy. I know detransitioners and they slide just fine back into the lesbian community they used to have or they have found their own new lesbians friend group. It is not impossible. At many events I have been to in my life, women’s festivals included, there were tans men there who lived soley as men outside the protective walls of women spaces but were happy to be seen as women within the safety of the limited time and space of the event. You can find community among lesbian no matter how you land, it just takes a little bravery and ultimately being okay with yourself.

I am not going to tell you it is easy no matter the path you choose. Reidentifying as a woman with a full beard and staying on T is never going to be as easy as just saying “I am THIS “. You would have to spend time coming back out, explaining etc until such a time you formed a community who knows you and understands your past.

Everything you described that you love is everything I love about being butch, I am short, 5′3 so I didn’t experience some things like you have as tall woman in high school, BUT I was definitely clocked as a lesbian even with great effort to be seen has just wearing “typical midwestern shit”. My entire wardrobe was T shirts, sweatshirts, jeand and tennis shoes. I gave up my beloved cowboy boots because others said they made me “look even more like a boy” and in the 1980′s I tranlated that to “butch lesbian” even if I did not have those words. I knew damn well what they were inferring.

I also know lesbians who take T and remain in the lesbian community, they just feel they need to pass more as men in the larger world for their peace of mind, safety, job, whatever. So deciding that lesbian and butch is right for you does not mean you can’t continue to utilize tools that help you to feel okay.

This is getting a bit long and I will admit I am unendingly biased, I have never denied that and don’t hide the fact that I think being a butch lesbian is wonderful. GIven all the factors and insecurities you have shared with me being a butch seems like the path of least resistance. Cutting back on T, not constantly worrying about “am I or am I not” and getting back to the basics of what you seemed to understand as you were coming out, before there was transitioning on your table. EVEN in the face of bullying and knowing being a lesbian was not desirable to the outside world you could not escape it and you came out. Perhaps because when you can’t escape you meet something head on and embrace it since that pulls power from the outsiders.

When you and your partner are alone, away from all others. In the safety of you bed, talking softly and about your day or your plans tomorrow, the world gets no say. You both know that is true in your hearts and please don’t let those in the world, in our own community poison that with pressure and accusations. DO NOT give them control of your heart, of your love.

Best of luck and butch hugs to you.

#butch #femme #trans man #love #pressure #lesbian

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ceiling-painted-white · 3 years

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Can I have a request for the writing event with Travis: B, J, M, X

Have a good day or night!

100 follower writing event here

i already did J but i'll just copypaste it here again haha

B, J, M, and X

pairing - travis phelps x reader

[gn!reader]

──. ✧* °• ✯~☽‧₊.* ──

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

before you guys become friends, travis is gonna probably act like he hates you and he's too scared to actually go up and talk to you. so it literally feels like a godsend when he gets paired up with you for a project. though, when you come over to sit at his desk to start working on the assignment, he gets way too nervous and barely talks at all. you just kinda smirk to yourself when you see that he's actually blushing, so later during lunch you just go up to him when he's sitting alone and ask if you can sit with him.

──. ✧* °• ✯~☽‧₊.* ──

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

he does get jealous at times, but not like overwhelming or controlling jealous, just the scared to lose you and be alone again type of jealous. it makes him uncomfortable at first, but eventually he decides that he needs to work on his communcation skills and put effort into really telling you things, so one day he just talks to you abt how he has some jealously issues and its just bc he's worried about getting replaced. it's a big step for him to open up like that, but he's really glad he did

──. ✧* °• ✯~☽‧₊.* ──

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

you guys like to wake up at around the same time and have breakfast together, talking about your plans for the day ahead. you've made big breakfasts together a few times, and it's always very chaotic as you both barely know what you're doing, but it doesn't turn out as awful as you expected

──. ✧* °• ✯~☽‧₊.* ──

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

he secretly would love to wear eyeliner and more feminine clothes, but he knows his father would never allow it. he likes writing a lot, as well as reading. his favorite genre to read would probably be realistic fiction and maybe romance? but he would like writing sci-fi just for some variety, too

──. ✧* °• ✯~☽‧₊.* ──

#travis phelps x reader #travis phelps #sally face x reader

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spidernerdsblog · 3 years

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Into You

I have a idea for a smutty story with Peter Parker :D maybe Y/N is a new Avenger, Peter see her at her "welcome" Party but they know each other from a few months ago where they had very great sex (maybe a few details in the story, both love hard sex. Peter is the dom :D). Y/N had a great night with all, the girls love her but peter is a bit shy because he doesn't know if she reminds him. So time after time they repeat the night (please mention it) and fell in love. That would be great haha thaaanks :)) maybe a bit Action, where Y/N looks great in her suit and Peter is surprised what she is able to

Requested by : @fabienneweasley

A/N : Reader's character is inspired by Susan Storm of the fantastic four she basically weilds the power of invisibility and creating forcefields. Hope you like this. Feedbacks and suggestions are always welcome.

Pairing : Peter Parker x Avenger! Reader

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, mature content, unprotected sex (not a wise choice to indulge), dom! peter, fwb -> lovers.

The Avengers are fighting against madame Hydra and her troops

"Parker! Status?" Tony's voice crackles through the intercom whilst Peter fights against a group of Hydra soldiers which seems to just keep on increasing in number.

"Uh Mr Stark things are getting a little crowded over here a little back up would be nice" Peter replies back struggling to keep up the fight as he successfully webs up a bunch of the soldiers. But to his surprise a whole new troop emerges from nowhere.

"Oh no! Karen activate instant kill!" Karen activates the instant kill mode but it still wasn't enough to tackle the whole army as Peter was soon outnumbered. One of the soldiers threw a gamma ray infused bomb which if detonated can be catastrophic to anyone who is hit by its radiation. The bomb detonates with a huge blast but to Peter’s surprise a forcefield forms around it containing the blast inside it, soon the forcefield disintegrates, sucking in the deadly radiation with it like a black hole sucks in everything into it.

"Woah! what the hell was that?!" Peter was awestruck at what just happened.

Suddenly a feminine figure appeared out of the thin air in front of Peter. She was wearing a blue suit which hugged her curves perfectly, hair cascading down her shoulders. And as she turned to face him Peter felt like he was hit by a truck, it was you. He stood there like a statue still processing what he was seeing.

"You're welcome by the way" you quipped, breaking him out of his daze.

"Who are you?" Peter asks though he knew very well who you're but seeing you like this was a huge shock to him.

"Y/N Y/L/N aka storm and you're the famous spiderman"

"Yeah I'm indeed" he chuckles nervously, he was grateful that he was wearing his mask so you couldn’t see his face. You were about to say something when you got interrupted.

"Great work, Y/N" Tony's voice buzzed.

"Thank you Mr Stark" you and Peter fought side by side forcing the Hydra to retreat accepting their defeat.

After the city clean up was done a welcome cum victory party was arranged for you in the evening at the compound. Peter was shuffling on his feet in anticipation of meeting you face to face. The huge spacious hall was feeling stuffy for him. Everyone was enjoying themselves as you walked in a shimmery electric blue number looking stunning as always hair styled into loose waves a dazzling smile adorned your face, eyes scanning through the crowd and momentarily you lock eyes with Peter from across the room but you were soon to look away as if you didn't recognize him.

Peter's mind was a mess, never did he imagine he would run into you again and in a circumstance like this. He had so much to say to you. But you acted so oblivious. Don't you remember him at all? Moreover he was feeling way too shy to approach you what if you actually don't remember him. Tony clinked his champagne glass to draw everyone's attention standing at the center of the room with you beside him

"Ladies and gentlemen I would like to introduce you to our newest addition to the team’’ He introduced you ‘‘The very young and talented Y/N Y/L/N!" everyone clapped and cheered for you.

"Hello everyone honored to be a part of this incredible team and looking forward to working with you guys" For a fraction of second your eyes met Peter’s and memories rushed back in. You never expected to see him again not at a place like this. What is he even doing here?

"Y/N come let me introduce you to the rest of the team" Tony offered you happily followed him as he introduced you to Steve, Sam, Bucky, Rhodes, Dr Banner and then the other ladies of the team.

"Welcome to the circus girl" Natasha joked patting your shoulder "we girls always stick together, you'll love it here"

"Yeah and any problem feel free to come to us" Wanda insisted.

"Sure" you gave a broad smile as you engaged in a hearty conversation with them, your eyes occasionally fleeting towards Peter who was standing at a corner.

"Hey kid, why are you standing there all alone? Come here" Tony called out to him. Peter hesitantly made his way towards where you were standing as you watched him intently.

"And last but not the least my young and promising protégé, kid this is Y/N and Y/N this is-" you cut him off

"Peter" Peter looked at you wide eyed you indeed remember him.

"You know him?" Tony asks amused

"Yeah we met last year at Uni. I was an exchange student there before you know I got hit by some weird cosmic rays"

"Well then great! Peter can show you around won't you kid?"

"Yeah would love to Mr Stark" he smiled.

"Looking forward to working with you, Parker or may I say spiderman" you smirked with a playful glint in your eyes strutting past him to mingle with the other guests.

The summer of last year will always be memorable for you. Firstly because you accidentally got hit by cosmic radiation and got your powers and the epic one night stand that you will never forget. You were an exchange student for the Biophysics programme at the Empire State University though you actually never fitted the perfect description of a nerd because you were never a bookworm, very much outspoken, loved to go out and yet managed to score a perfect A during exams one could say you were the best of both worlds. You were a burst of energy in a classroom full of a bunch of nerds and none of them interest you. But in that classroom full of geeks one particular brunette in glasses caught your eyes. The cute awkward guy of the class Peter Parker. He had this boyish charm that you tried but couldn’t resist. You have often caught him stealing glances at you but every time he used to turn away flustered.

Peter himself couldn't deny the fact that he was attracted to you since the day you walked into the class, you were beautiful as well as witty but he knew it very well that you were out of his league and then you started to hang out with Harry Osborn and he started dating Gwen so nothing really happened between you two. And since none of you took the initiative to make a move both of you continued to secretly have a crush on each other though it was just a matter of time.

The club was crazy packed. It was a Friday night so you weren’t exactly sure why it surprised you. You were standing near the bar deciding your drink for tonight when your eyes caught a rather unusual visitor, Peter Parker. He was sulking at the corner of the counter looking a bit tired. You ordered two drinks and took them in your hands making your way towards him. You slid a glass to him, breaking him from his thoughts as he looked up to you.

"Rough day?" you ask nonchalantly. He smiles letting out a long sigh.

"Is it that obvious?" you chuckle lightly.

"Oh no, just never took you as a club going person"

"Well you’re kind of right, I was actually thinking of getting out of here"

"So where's blondie?" you ask while taking a sip of your drink.

"Uh we're taking a break" He answers nervously.

"Oh I see" you "Then let’s drink to that" you raised his glass in front of him

"No it’s fine, I’m not a drinker actually"

"C'mon for one night, now drink up" you insisted. He gulped down the drink, slightly wincing at the burning taste down his throat.

"Let’s go" you grabbed his hand pulling him off his seat.

"Where?"

"To dance! We are in a club Peter" You exclaim.

"I-I can't dance" He stutters nervously.

"Rubbish! Everyone can dance" you dragged him with you. Peter stood in the middle of the dancefloor feeling a little uncomfortable as well as nervous after all he had a crush on you and the last thing he wants is to disappoint you. He watched you intently as you swayed to the music. You took his hands and placed them on your hips placing your own around his neck making him sway with you. He slowly began to loosen up and dance with you enjoying the vibe. After sometime you went to have a couple of shots together and you were nevertheless drunk.

"So you and Harry, huh?" Peter asked, downing another shot.

"Nah we're just messing around" you shrug

"So no one in our class interests you either?"

"Good boys aren't my type. I mean they're real softies and that's cute" you scrunch your nose "But I prefer a little hardcore" You gave a subtle wink.

"Maybe you're wrong to judge just by the looks"

"Well I would be happy if you prove me otherwise" You practically challenged him.

"With all my pleasure if you want" he smirks. His eyes had a mischievous glint that you have never seen before. Things escalated pretty quickly as you found yourself back in your apartment in your bedroom. Your back arched up, face buried in the pillows as Peter took you from the back.

"Fuck!" Your grip tightened on the sheets as he rammed into your throbbing cunt. His grip tight on your ass, as he pulls you back to meet with his thrusts. Your elbows felt weak nearly in the state of giving out as you jolted forward everytime he snapped his hips going deep inside you hitting your sweet spot. He places a slap on your ass as you yelp in shock. You couldn't think straight the only thing you could focus on how well he was fucking you.

His hand goes to grab your hair pulling you back, flush against his strong and sturdy chest.

"You like it don't you? To be fucked hard like the slut you’re" he growled pressing his lips roughly to yours swallowing your moans one hand snaking down to rub your sensitive bud as he fucks you hard and fast. You felt delirious as you felt the knot build inside you. You screamed out his name as your orgasm washed over he was quick to follow suit.

Though it was a one night thing but it was worth it. After that night he had truly left you wondering how a nerd like him was so fit and strong and now you know why and if you had to put it quite plainly you were properly railed by spiderman last summer.

..........

"Sparring with you on my first day is it really necessary?" you quip

"You need to start from day one now C'mon give me your best shot" Nat stood defensively as you lunged towards her throwing a punch that she dodged without any effort before tripping you and causing you to fall on the ground. You groan in pain before pulling yourself back on your feet.

"Ow! that hurt"

"You really need to build up your lower body strength, start with some leg exercise today, do squats 3 sets 10 reps"

"Yes mam"

Peter was sparring with Sam, the moment you walked in that sports bra and skin tight pants he knew he was gone, his eyes frequently drifting away to you as he watched you work out squatting in those skin tight yoga pants which just perfectly defined your plump round ass.

"Yo Parker! Eyes here"

"Yeah, yeah sorry" Peter stutters as he feels his face heating up.

After you finished your set of workout you went to grab your water bottle. Peter's eyes were transfixed on you the whole time as he noticed a little bit of the water drizzled down the corner of your mouth trailing down to your chest just between your perfect cleavage. The only thing he could think of right now was to rip that sports bra off you and suck on to those perfect tits. You noticed your secret admirer through the glass as you sent a playful wink his way. Peter choked on his spit, turning away flustered as if a deer caught in the headlights. You turned around lazily walking towards him.

"You know I'm not a psychic so if you got something to say just say instead of staring at me like a creep" you quip.

"Wha-what do I have to say to you?" He stutters.

"I don't know, maybe hey how are you? It's been a long time" you half shrug.

"Uhh…''

"OK my bad" you turn to leave Peter scrunches his face at how stupid it was of him.

''Umm Y/N!" he called you as you turned to face him again.

"Yeah?"

"It's good to see you again"

"Good to see you too Parker" you smiled.

A few days went by like this, both stealing glances at each other from time to time when you were present in the same room or during your missions a lot of unspoken words and emotions bubbling inside of you trying to come out. Peter couldn’t help but admire this new and powerful you. He never got the chance to talk to you after that night because you just vanished from his life and now he knows why.

..........

A new threat arrived from madame Hydra again when she seized the cube and shielded it in a dome of lethal gamma radiation. The team had already sorted out a plan to defeat her malicious plans and you were to play a big part in it.

"May I come in?" You knocked at Peter’s door. He was busy on his computer as he turned to see you outside his room.

"Huh,yea-yeah sure" He says nervously. You smiled in return and walked into his room, eyes looking around.

"Umm so Tony asked me to discuss with you the plan of how we are going to execute the whole infiltration thing to retrieve the cube which is shielded with gamma radiation’’ you showed him a holographic structure of the dome. ‘‘Anybody entering the dome will become an abomination. So you guys will distract them and I in the meantime will disintegrate the gamma dome so you can retrieve the cube" You looked up from the hologram to find Peter staring at you intently.

"What? Is anything wrong?"

"No-no, it’s absolutely fine" Peter fumbles

"Then what is it?"

"Jus-just still can’t believe that you are here and-and-"

"have super powers just like you which by the way was shocking for me too given that we knew each other for a while" You snicker, Peter smiles shaking his head.

"So how did this all happen?"

"Well a little misadventure with the quantum tunnel in the lab I got exposed to its energy and ta da! Now I make force fields as well as can go invisible"

"But now you can save the world"

"Yeah that's true" you chuckle "So how's blondie?" Peter stiffens at your question.

"Don't know, haven't been in contact for a while" He shrugs.

"Why what happened?"

"There were some differences so we parted ways"

"Oh I'm sorry" you place a hand on his gently

"Don't be" he smiles, eyes soft, gazing at you longingly as you gazed in his eyes too for how long you didn't know before you shook yourself from the daze clearing your throat.

"Uh I think I should go to my room now"

"Yeah-yeah sure" He stutters.

The tension between you was thickening at each passing day and soon it reached its breaking point. The other team members were out on a mission in which you weren’t required so you were now in the kitchen leaning on the counter with a nutella jar in your hand and a spoon in your mouth savoring on the delicacy when Peter walked in unannounced making you jump in fright.

"Oh god!" you gasped, surprising him even.

"Woah! relax it's just me"

"I thought you were Nat, jeez" you blew out your cheeks as he chuckles.

"Please don't tell her I'm not allowed to have this as per her new diet plan"

"My lips are sealed" He assures you with a playful smile as he goes to open the fridge and takes out the juice carton to drink. You poked your finger to swipe the nutella from the edges of the jar as you lick on to your fingers. Peter was following each and every movement of yours the way your eyes fluttered closed whilst you licked and sucked your fingers clean. He gulped as he felt heat rising in his body at your teasing gestures. Your fingers fell short to scoop the leftover at the bottom of the jar as you huffed in defeat. Peter stood in front of you as he gave out his hand

"May I?" You gave him the jar his long slender fingers easily reached the bottom of the jar as he scooped the cream on his two fingers and brought it to your lips. You stick out your tongue giving a kitten lick before wrapping your lips around his fingers. You hummed sucking his fingers a little deeper as you looked at him with big doe eyes. Peter groaned feeling himself harden at the mere sight of you sucking his fingers, a little moan escaped from your own mouth as you continued sucking, swirling your tongue around his fingers coating them with your saliva. You release his fingers with a pop, a trail of your saliva connecting your lips with his fingers.

He swiped his thumb on your plump lower lip eyes flickering between your eyes and lips. Your vision was clouded with lust and so was his as his lips came down to brush against yours. Both of you were breathing heavily as you grabbed his face and sealed your lips together. He slipped his tongue in your mouth, prying it open exploring it. Your hands go to grab on to his soft curls making him groan into the kiss. His hands trail down to your ass giving it a light squeeze through your shorts

"Oh missed this so much" He gasped, pulling away for some air.

"Does Mr Stark know that his young protégé isn't that innocent he looks like?" You bite your lip as one hand goes to palm his growing bulge through his sweatpants. He grips on to your wrist a cocky grin forming on his face.

"Maybe you need a little reminder of whose name you were screaming last summer"

"Then remind me Parker" your voice is challenging yet sultry. His eyes darkened as he threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potato and carried you to his room. He dropped you on the mattress whilst climbing on top of you whilst taking of his tshirt revealing his toned torso. You ran your hands through his muscular chest encircling them around his neck as you pulled him down, your lips meeting fervently as he grinded his hips to your clothed core.

"Mmmph Peter" you pull away after sometime

"What? Is something wrong?" He asks with concern in his eyes.

"No just lock the door, don't want others to come back and know about us do you?"

"Oh, yeah OK" he went to lock the door when a mischievous idea crossed your mind. You quickly stripped out of your clothes and got off the bed. Peter turned to see your clothes lying on the floor with no sign of you in the room.

"Y/N this is not funny!" He whined as your giggles could be heard in the room.

"Find me if you can spider boy" you giggled. Peter smirked accepting your challenge as he closed his eyes and focused his senses. He was able to hear you breathing and he swiftly moved to the direction pinning you against the wall. You squeal as your whole body slowly becomes visible to Peter.

"Gotcha!" he says pining both of your wrists against the wall.

"I’ll give you that spider boy" you smirk as you went to hold on to his face but were unable to move your hands when you noticed he had webbed your wrists to the wall.

"Parker!" You glared at him.

"Who's laughing now?" he chuckles as he brushes lips on the sensitive spot behind your ears making you shudder. He parts your legs placing his knee between them whilst he drags his lips down the column of your neck to your collar bones as you whimper at his touch. He trails further down to your exposed tits attacking your soft mounds with wet kisses before latching on to your hardened bud, rolling the other with his nimble fingers. He sucked and nipped on it as you moaned loudly. He pulled away gasping eyes dripping with lust as he went to kiss you passionately meanwhile his fingers brushed against your wet heat as you arch into his touch, making him smirk as he dips a finger and brings it to his mouth.

"Mmm tastes perfect just as I remember" He sucks his finger before continuing his journey further south slowly kneeling down. He hitches your leg over his shoulder as he looks at your soaking cunt hungrily. Two of his fingers spreads your slick folds as he licks a bold stripe drawing a loud moan out of you.

"Oh fuck!" he smirks before his thin lips wrap around your sensitive bud as he dips a finger inside your heat. He thrusted in and out of you with a steady pace swirling his tongue exploring more of your pussy. He added another digit pumping them in and out of your core as you squirmed above him. One of his hands held your thigh, keeping you in place. You wanted to touch him, tug on to his hair so badly as you struggled to free yourself from the restraints biting your lips hard as jolts of pleasure coursed through your body.

You felt a tight knot building inside you and as you were about to tip over the edge to your shock he pulled away.

"What the hell Peter!" you snapped at him with frustration at your ruined orgasm.

"With that attitude did you think I would let you cum?" He chuckles darkly, you whined in anguish and desperation as you rubbed your thighs to get yourself some relief. He stands up face glistening with your arousal, his hand reaches to cup your face.

"What happened pretty girl? You want to cum?"

"Yes please Peter" you gave him your best puppy eyes.

"Such a needy little thing aren't you?" He chuckles seeing you at his mercy.

"Only for you Peter"

"Well if you be a good girl maybe I’ll let you cum on my cock" saying so he quickly got rid of his sweatpants and boxers and lined himself to your dripping entrance. He kisses you roughly before slowly sliding inside you, stretching your walls deliciously.

"Ungh shit so tight!" He grunts lifting you up from the floor with his strong arms as you lock your ankles around his waist pulling him closer to you. He begins to pound into you making you see stars hitting your spot every time he bottomed out.

"Oh feels so good Peter" you moan.

"I know baby. You feel so snug and warm around me, so perfect, my beautiful angel" he showered praises whilst sucking the nape of your neck marking you up.

"Peter please let me touch you!" you begged him desperately. He finally complied to your request as his hand went up to your wrists and ripped off the webs. Once free your hands greedily go to grab on to his face and kiss him hungrily while he keeps on with his punishing pace.

He halts for a moment still inside you as he pulls you away from the wall and carries you to the bed and lays you down gently with him on top of you. He draws back his hips and slams back right in picking up the pace from where he just left.

"Peter…" you breathed out as you felt the knot growing inside you.

"Yes baby, you going to cum? I can feel you squeezing me real hard" Your back arched when he brought his thumb to your clit drawing tight circles around it coaxing you to fall over the edge. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you gripped on to his biceps nails digging into his skin. You were a moaning mess by now, the fire burning in the pit of your stomach made you feel like you would combust any minute

"That's it baby, give it to me" Peter encouraged you.

Your body convulsed as your orgasm came crashing down on you. Peter continued with his thrusts fucking you through your high as he chased his own. His movements grew sloppier and with a few more labored thrusts you felt him twitch as he came inside you his warm release coating your pulsating walls. Your body trembled with the aftershocks as Peter collapsed on top of you panting head buried in the crook of your neck as you both gasped for air completely exhausted. He pulled out after sometime, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder he rolled over to your side. Peter gazed at your figure as he watched your bare chest rise up and down when his eyes went to the bruises on your skin courtesy of him as concern clouded his face.

"You okay?" he asks, rubbing soothing circles on the bruised areas. You turned to him gazing into his soft brown eyes.

"I'm more than okay" you breathed out smiling with content.

Though you thought once this sexual tension between you subsidized you would be able to think clearly. But you were wrong as now you couldn't keep your hands off each other for a second. From lingering teasing touches to sneaking away from the eyes of the senior avengers in the lab or a quickie while on the quinjet during a mission. You had become addicted to each other making you come back for more after each time. Still you guys never acknowledged the course of your relationship. It scared you both what if the other didn’t feel the same way so you were content with this current arrangement of yours.

"Oh shit we’re late!" you shrieked checking the time as you turned to meet with a sleeping Peter you took your time to admire him. He looks so sweet and peaceful you really wished you could wake up to this sight everyday. You nudged Peter to wake him from his sleep.

"Peter! Peter, wake up!"

"Ungh what is it?" he groaned pulling the covers over him.

"We are late for our training" he forced his eyes open

"Huh what? What’s the time?"

"It’s ten past seven already"

"Oh shit! Cap's gonna kill me" Peter hurries out of the bed stumbling as he got tangled in the bed sheets before running to the bathroom. You laugh at his antics as you sneaked out of his room to go back to your room.

You were busy sweating it out in the gym after getting an earful from both Cap and Nat for your lack of punctuality you heard Bucky saying

"Hey queens what's with all these red marks on your neck?" you swallowed hard as Peter’s eyes bulged out in fear of getting caught.

"Umm nothing-nothing it-it was a cat, that-that I saved yesterday" he spluttered. "that darn cat, heh" he chuckles nervously.

"Wait let me see" Sam joins in too "Looks like some really big cat" he laughs

"Seems like the kid here is getting some, who is this unlucky girl who fell for you" Bucky teased

"Shut up man! It's nothing like that" Peter shoved him with his elbow.

"Oh c'mon leave my young adult alone he's way too innocent for this" Tony intervened meanwhile heat rose to your face listening to their conversation. Natasha noticed you standing all flustered.

"So is something going on between you two?" she asks you directly

"Between who?" you frowned at her question.

"You and Peter"

"Nothing! we're just good friends" you shrug "He's not even my type" you clarified totally flustered with the whole ordeal. Natasha decided to let you go though she was still suspicious with you two.

.........

You were at the Hydra base the other avengers were busy fighting their whole army making it easier for you to reach the shielded dome. Tony and Banner had devised a plan to blast the shield off which will release a tremendous amount of energy that you will contain inside your forcefield. And as per the plan Tony blasted off the dome you created a forcefield immediately shielding everyone Peter noticed the discomfort you were facing to hold it.

"Y/N no! It's dangerous for you don't force yourself" concern laced in his voice

"I can do it, trust me" You gave all of your strength you had in your body creating a massive forcefield to contain the radiation from the blast but it was true you never did this on such a large scale and it was taking a toll on you. Your ears and nose started to bleed. Peter noticed that as he grabs you by your shoulders and tries to stop you from using more of your powers.

"Y/N stop it, you're getting weak" he was scared of losing you.

"No I can do this!" You assured him as you managed to diffuse the radiation inside the field, finally letting go. Your body was completely drained out, your vision blurring out as you collapsed unconscious.

"Y/N!" Peter was quick to catch you. You were immediately rushed to the med bay in the compound. Banner checked your vitals and everyone was relieved that you were fine but you needed a long bed rest to recover.

You woke up after how long you don't know but your body felt rejuvenated. You sit up to find Peter sitting beside you dozing in his sleep. Your slight movement woke him up.

"Oh Y/N! thank god you're finally awake" he sprung up to his feet "How are you feeling?"

"Refreshed to be honest"

"Never ever do something like that again or I swear I'll web your hands" he scolds you

"Hey it's okay, I'm OK. Come sit beside me" he sat beside you as you looped your fingers to his "See? I'm absolutely fine"

"You know how scared I was? You have been unconscious for twelve hours"

"You don't need to be so worried about me Pete"

"Yes I have to because-because.." he fumbled

"Because what Peter?"

"Because I love you Y/N!"

"What?" you couldn't believe your ears.

"Yes Y/N I love you and if anything happens to you I will be not able to forgive myself ever"

"Peter… " you cupped his face.

"I know you never had feelings for me but this the truth I love you…"

"Hey who said I never felt anything for you? You were all I could think of since last summer"

"For real?" Peter was finding it hard to believe that you actually liked him too.

"Yes you idiot, I love you too!" You pressed your lips to his. It was all soft and gentle at the beginning which pretty soon escalated into a more passionate one with teeth and tongue involved in it you got on his lap as his hands kneaded the soft skin of your ass.

"Hey Y/N! We heard you are awake-" all the older avengers were stunned at the scene in front of them as you jumped away from each other in embarrassment. Steve was shaking his head in dismissal, Sam and Bucky had a huge grin plastered on their face while Tony was utterly shocked and amused. Nat was the first to speak up.

"Umm you seem to be doing quite well, we'll leave you two alone" she says clearing her throat.

"Aww I'm so happy for guys!" Wanda chirped before Nat dragged her away.

"Be safe kid" Tony added before leaving, adding more to your embarrassment. After everyone left you were the first one to speak up

"So how long have you been into me?"

"Since forever my love" he smirks tackling you down on your back, you squeal as he smothers you with kisses.

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somelazyassartist · 3 years

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What's wrong with the Taako character design?

Don't get me fucking started. And there are plenty of problems with Merle and Magnus too, but since you asked about Taako specifically, I will talk about Taako specifically.

It's racist. And antisemitic. Like yeah, that's a pretty big fuckin thing. I'm not really the right person to talk about this since I am a white goy, but the #taz racism tag has a lot of really good discussion about his design.

It's frankly, in my humble opinion, fetishistic and insulting to gay men in a way. Now I'm sure other gay men have different opinions than I do, we're not a hive mind after all, but as a gay man I feel very.... Uncomfortable with it. He's the only openly gay man out of the main characters, and he's drawn as a skinny twink with long bleached blonde hair who cares about makeup and always wears a skimpy outfit or a tiddy window or at the very least heels. And that on its own isn't necessarily bad- hey, I'm a skinny twink with long hair that likes to wear more feminine clothes. But along with his design, the way they adapted his dialogue reduces him from this fully fleshed out beautiful complex character to "I'm gay!! Look at me!! Can you tell I'm gay cuz I like astrology!!! I'm wearing a dress haha isn't that so weird and quirky and obviously every gay man dresses like this isn't it so weird!! Hey I'm flirting with guys hey by the way did I mention I'm gay?!" and frankly it rubs me the wrong way.

Okay this one is just my personal thing and I 100% don't expect everyone to agree with this, but personally, as a trans man, I identified with Podcast!Taako a lot and I can't imagine him as a cisgender man. And I've seen posts from other trans guys that identify with him too. So again, seeing a character that quite a few trans men identify with being presented as this overly-stereotypical effeminate skinny might-as-well-be-white guy acting and presenting this way crosses the line from "representation of feminine gay/trans men" from the original to the "this relies so heavily on stereotypes that I can barely give you credit for the attempt, it's practically plain insulting" that the graphic novel stoops to. And besides my own headcanon of Taako bring transgender, his twin sister Lup is canonically a trans woman, and I dread the day she appears in the comics. I swear to the gods if they make Lup look "bigger and stronger" than her brother (cisgender or not- both would be huge issues for slightly different reasons) I'm going to fucking throw hands. And there's absolutely nothing wrong with being a big strong and/or masculine trans woman!! But with all the other stereotypes they've shoved into these characters I have absolutely zero hope that they could pull that off in a respectful way.

It just looks bad. It straight up just does not look good. Now listen, I may be only a novice teenage artist who is by far not anywhere close to having the skill level needed to create a comic book- BUT EVEN I KNOW THIS IS BAD AND COULD DO BETTER THAN THIS. He does not fit in with the other characters at all, he looks like he belongs in a whole different comic!! And aside from Magic Brian (who is a DROW by the way- regardless of the other designs he'd be purple anyways so I can't really even count him) Taako is the ONLY blue-skinned Elf. Drow are purple, Orcs are green, Dragonborn are all sorts of colors, so I get those character choices. And yes, according to D&D canon, regular Elves can have "blueish-white" skin tones. SO WHY DON'T WE SEE ANY OTHER BLUE ELVES?????? IF THERE WERE MORE THEN YEAH IT'D STILL BE PROBLEMATIC WITHIN THE CONTEXT OF HIS CHARACTER BUT AT LEAST IT'D MAKE FUCKING SENSE!!!!!! BUT NO IT SEEMS LIKE TAAKO AND PRESUMABLY LUP WILL ARE THE ONLY BLUE ELVES AND LIKE??? WHAT THE FUCK????? DID THEY NOT THINK THIS THROUGH??????? DID THEY NOT REALIZE HOW JARRING IT IS AND HOW OUT OF PLACE HE LOOKS?????

in conclusion: I love Podcast!Taako more than I could ever say but Jesus Fucking Christ did the graphic novel butcher him. How could they do this to my boy.

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melodiesofblueroses · 3 years

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Hiya! Your blog is so cute, could you do yuu, kouta and ryo with an s/o who dresses up with dark colours and acts really sarcastic around people like Lydia from beetlejuice? Anyways I hope you have a nice day and please stay safe! <3 :]

Hey hey anon! Thank you sm for the request, and I hope this was along the lines of what you wanted <3 Have a great rest of your day and hope you enjoy 💕

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𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kouta Hasegawa x gn!reader, Yuu Mizuno x gn!reader, Ryo Nishimiya x gn!reader

𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: Fluff

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☆ Kouta Hasegawa

your sarcastic nature was off-putting at first, though that was because kouta didn’t really expect it

he might think that he did something wrong or that you were having a bad day since you were so sarcastic, so you have to assure him that you simply liked sarcasm, and it didn’t really mean anything, at least not for him

it definitely takes some time for him to get used to, though he most likely is still a bit confused

when the two of you are alone, you were so kind and sweet, albeit serious, but you were cold and sarcastic when it came to others

kouta would start to find it a bit adorable, in a strange sort of way. sarcasm wasn’t really his sense of humor, but he did appreciate it

whenever others gave you strange looks or talked badly about how they didn’t appreciate your rudeness, kouta always came to your defense and said how you were simply misunderstood

truth be told, you were soft and gentle when it came to those you cherished, but it was hard for you to open up, so you adopted a tough exterior

he certainly thought that your fashion sense was unique, not in a bad way of course. kouta simply preferred neutral colors as opposed to dark ones

he couldn’t help but feel a bit...plain? like you undoubtedly stood out when standing side-by-side with him. kouta felt a bit like a background character in a way

but he did love the way you stood out!

i could totally see kouta want to try out your clothes/style just to get a feel for it

he did look awkward in them but a cute awkward. sure it wasn’t his style, but kouta couldn’t help but be excited (and flustered) at the fact that he was dressing like you

honestly, i can see him go on about how even if he didn’t quite understand you, he still thought that you were so cool for being yourself and all. it was certainly heartwarming and may make you tear up a bit as well

kouta was nothing short of a sweetheart

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♡ Yuu Mizuno

yuu always gushed about how cute you were when all they saw was your sarcastic nature. they really didn’t understand you guys

he always loved to brush off your sarcastic comments around others and instead tease you, even if you did respond with more sarcasm

since yuu knew you so well, he could see when you got flustered, even if it was invisible to everybody else. you really hadn’t expected him to respond to your comments with flirts

caught you off guard, which yuu certainly thought was a good look on you

he thought that your sarcastic act was quite adorable, so he loved to tease you about it

would probably giggle or grin each time you commented something sarcastically, which was off-putting for you as well. yuu was so strange. i mean, others certainly didn’t appreciate your sarcastic nature, but here yuu was, grinning at it

what an adorable idiot you were dating

yuu most likely figured that you were actually kind when you opened up, especially when you guys were alone, so he liked to try to catch you off guard at the most unconventional times outside

your sarcastic facade was cute, but yuu thought you looked cuter when flustered

when standing side-by-side, you guys looked like the cliche goth and pastel couple given your vastly different fashion senses

yuu loved color and pastels and anything bright, whereas you preferred dark colors. plus, your personalities pretty much matched that description as well

always compliments your clothing and may joke about how you need brighter clothing to brighten up your mood, all in a lighthearted manner of course

yuu actually loved your fashion sense, even though he didn’t like the style on himself particularly. he thought it looked nice on you and loved how you didn’t shy away from expressing yourself

even if you didn’t outwardly respond to his comments, they never failed to make your heart beat. yuu had a way with words

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✿ Ryo Nishimiya

he really wouldn’t admit it, but damn did he think you were so cool

sure, ryo was already quite sarcastic himself, but it came off as more rude than anything

ryo admired how sarcastic you were to others, especially the ones that bothered you

you were able to fend people off so easily, and he was a bit jealous of that. ryo didn’t necessarily like interacting with others, but his small and feminine physique didn’t help with that in the slightest

always couldn’t help but boast and grin each time you sarcastically told someone off. it was simply a great sight haha

i can see him start to try and imitate you, which you certainly catch on to quite quickly. it was cute to see how he wanted to be like you and definitely heart fluttering

whenever all the rude comments from others got to you, ryo was right there to cheer you up (in quite the flustered manner mind you). having someone that loved you for the way you were made you tear up

when it came to your dark clothes, ryo was also rather fond of it

i don't really think he cares too much about fashion or style. if he sees something he likes, ryo simply wears it, even if it didn't match his outfit

i can picture him sneaking into your closet to secretly try on your clothes just to see how they'd look on him. if you were taller than him, they'd be considerably big, but that only provided him with extra warmth

you undoubtedly catch him in the act, and ryo attempts to come up with an excuse but to no avail. then again, there really wasn't a solid excuse as to why he chose to wear your clothing in the first place

he's way too embarrassed and doesn't bring it up again, but i can see him start to take inspiration from your style

like if he was out and something reminded him of you, ryo would almost certainly buy it and try it out

he thought that he'd seem cooler if he tried to dress up like you. besides, ryo loved the thought of you guys having similar pieces

needless to say, ryo was proud to have a s/o like you

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omg-imagine · 4 years

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⊱ Drabble #1 ⊰

Pairing: Keanu Reeves x Reader

Prompt(s):

10- “I love kissing you”

69- “I thought maybe we can do a little more than just kissing.”

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: smutty ending

A/N: Here’s the first “drabble”! My plan is to release one on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.

Anyways, I could have made this short and simple but my mind went a little crazy haha. Hope you enjoy!

Requested by @iworshipkeanureeves ♡

The movie premiere was teeming with countless adoring fans, many of whom were calling out your name as you gracefully walked down the red carpet. Excitement buzzing in the air, you paused briefly to pose for the press standing behind the barricades, smiling broadly and warmly in front of the cameras. The disorienting bright lights flashing in your eyes seemed to never end until you were fortunately led away by your manager to do some interviews on the side.

Wrapping up a short talk, you heard the crowd suddenly roar with enthusiasm, and you quickly glanced to the side, seeing the reason why. Slowly approaching was the film’s leading man, your co-star Keanu and you were unable to hide the flicker of a smile passing your lips. He looked so dashingly handsome in his dark casual suit, the same one you had suggested he should wear earlier that week.

For a fleeting second, Keanu caught your gaze, but instead of heading towards you, he only gave you a quick wave with his hand, causing you to release a heavy sigh in discontent.

Unbeknownst to the public, you and Keanu had been together for nearly a year. Your relationship came quickly and unexpectedly, but from the moment the two of you met, there was an undeniable spark, a mutual attraction that went beyond the barriers of friendship. The more you learned about Keanu, the more you fell for him, and after three months of playing a couple on-screen, he asked you out for dinner, to which you didn’t hesitate to answer yes.

Time passed, though Keanu was still overly cautious with shielding your relationship away from the media. Certainly, you valued his and your privacy, but it was becoming more difficult pretending not to be a couple when in reality, you were. Despite enjoying a low profile with little to no paparazzi hounding you at every minute, it was disappointing not doing what couples normally do.

But at this point, you didn’t care if others knew about the two of you. You were getting tired of the secrecy. It no longer mattered that this was for your own benefit knowing once the world learns that you were dating Keanu, the unwanted attention on you would increase.

“You alright there, Y/N?”

The sound of Keanu’s velvety voice pulled you away from your thoughts, his warm, dark chocolate orbs running over the elegant black laced dress cladding your body this evening.

You offered a nod as a response, watching as the corners of his mouth quirk up into a smile, an amused look flashing across his face. You hadn’t seen him up until now, and as he tilted his head towards yours, his soft, pink lips close by, all you could think of was planting a kiss on them, and you found yourself leaning in bit by bit...

“Ah, Keanu! It’s great to see you, man!” An interviewer interjected, and you pulled back abruptly, awkwardly shuffling out of the way just as the cameras pointed at your partner and started rolling again.

You could tell that Keanu knew what you were trying to do, but you weren’t sure exactly how he felt about it. You would like to think that he’s beginning to understand the struggle. Perhaps he too realized that this— you and him— was simply something he couldn’t keep hidden forever.

Slightly dejected, you decided to brush it off for now and head into the theatre alone, wishing not to sour the remainder of the night by dwelling on your own personal turmoil.

One way or another, people were going to find out.

And you couldn’t care less.

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“Home sweet home,” Keanu announced, toeing off his leather shoes and tossing them somewhere in a nearby closet. “Do you want a glass of wine, babe?”

“I think I’ve had enough drinks at the after-party,” you replied shortly, your tone rather cold although not on purpose.

Sauntering past him, you padded over to the couch in his living room before plopping down on the corner seat, exhaling deeply. You shut your eyes closed and let the quietness of your surroundings help you relax momentarily. Although the event had been successful and you had a lot of fun during the festivities following the premiere, you were still stuck reflecting on what’s been bothering you lately.

“Are you upset about what happened at the red carpet?” He probed gently, and your eyes fluttered open, your focus shifting to Keanu who sat with his hands clasped tightly, his head hung low.

“It’s not just that,” you began softly, shaking your head. “Have you ever thought of not sneaking around anymore?”

Keanu lifted his gaze, his weary eyes meeting yours. “You want the public to know about us?”

Nodding, you sat up. “I want us to stop riding in separate cars to events like tonight. I want us to freely stroll outside and I want to be able to hold your hand. I want to hug you and kiss you whenever I want, wherever I want, without worrying about being caught. We’ve been together for almost a year, and I can’t keep up with this act, Ke.”

“A-Are you sure?” He asked cautiously. “I’m telling you, things won’t be the same. I’ve seen it before, and not everyone can handle—”

“I know you’re doing this to protect me, but I don’t care anymore,” you told him, reaching out to grasp his hands. “I love you, and I don’t want to keep hiding it when we’re out there.”

A pause, and then Keanu sighed.

“Okay,” he breathed out, a tender smile appearing on his face before chuckling. “You know, I almost did kiss you back there. I love kissing you, and it nearly killed me when I couldn’t do it even though I really wanted to. But at least now, I don’t have to hold back anymore.”

You laughed softly. “We went a whole day without kissing, and that itself should be a crime.”

“Well, now that we’re finally home...” he trailed off, shooting you a teasing smirk.

“What are you waiting for then, mister?” you cooed, shifting over to sit on Keanu’s lap. Cradling the sides of his face with your hands, you took a moment to admire his beauty, reminding yourself how lucky you were that he was all yours. “Kiss me.”

Keanu didn’t need to be told twice. Eagerly, he pressed his lips to yours, the first kiss completely chaste before gradually intensifying, growing more passionate with each passing second. Kisses like these were thrilling, maddening. Like an intoxicating drug, you could never get enough of them; they always left you craving more and more.

Darting out, his wet tongue sought entrance into your mouth to which you didn’t deny, instantly tasting the smoky flavor of the whiskey he had downed earlier at the party. Keanu swallowed the moan escaping your lips when his large hands pushed up the hem of your dress, dragging his calloused fingertips along the smooth skin of your thighs, his mere touch setting your body ablaze.

As Keanu continued to ravish you with long, hot and sensuous kisses, your hands began traveling southwards. You ran your palms over his firm, broad chest, feeling the wild beating of his heart underneath. One by one, your nimble fingers unbuttoned his black dress shirt, exposing more of his body to you.

Once you reached the waistband of his pants, you pulled away from the kiss, chuckling low at the sight of Keanu’s lust blown eyes staring back at you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He questioned, quirking up an eyebrow as if he already knew the answer.

“I thought maybe we can do a little more than just kissing,” you responded with a gleam in your eye.

Swiftly removing his belt, you then unclasped Keanu’s trousers, unzipping them agonizingly slow as the sound of doing so filled up the entire room. Sneaking your hand inside his boxers, you smirked as your delicate fingers wrapped around the girth of his hard, lengthy cock, immediately eliciting a delicious reaction from the man squirming underneath you.

“Good, because I was just thinking the same thing too,” a smiling and slightly out of breath Keanu returned, not knowing that those words would be the last coherent ones he’d say for the rest of the night.

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haknew · 3 years

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pls talk about your thoughts about chanhee and also the other concepts!! I always have such a hard time interpreting music and videos but i love to read about it

“bestie pls share ur thoughts on make your own concepts specifically chanhee’s but any others that are ur fave too 🎤- mar”

omg mar thank you for enabling me all day today 😭🥺🧡 thenks bestie ily :,)) and thank you too anon ! i should preface that T-T i have not read any other theories or analyses so these are just my opinions / impressions but i hope it’s entertaining to read about haha :p ! (feel free @ anyone to add on or share your thoughts too ! :,))

HYUNJAE - okay so audio cues... if you listen to the beginning there’s a sound of a bomb going off before the music starts ? and that ties into the dystopian / cyborg aesthetics that jump out at me of course, but what i immediately thought of was their no air perfo ? like we know hyunjae in the no air mv got that shot where he’s laying in the bathtub filled with water but also their kingdom performance with it also had those underwater shots ! so i think it ties into that... i feel like we saw in gen z, he’s a very straightforward person he says things on his mind which can come off as blunt but he thinks it’s better than not saying it ? which is interesting bc i think that speaks to his self- determined personality, he’s much more inclined to do whatever it takes to get something done, which i think falls perfectly in line with the “make your own air” phrase that he gets, if it’s something he needs he makes it himself, in a situational sense methinks u.u

JUYEON - JUYEON’S DJSKHDG i’m waiting for dri’s essay but in essence we see the gen z “juyeon is not such a good boy” shot and these text bubbles that pop up that say “sexy” “you so hot” “such a bad boy” and tbh i like this ‘concept’ ? for him better than his gen z one ? it’s not bc of the concept itself but i like the idea that he can “make your own character” as in he has the capability and power to be whoever he wants to ! you see him throwing white paint at the gen z canvas and i think ?! that’s symbolic of like a fresh canvas ! of remaking himself to whatever he wants bc the canvas is now blank again thanks to the white paint and flowers usually indicate spring ? so renewal and stuff like that ! i really like his, it’s also fun word play on “character” which has been juyeon’s intro in tbz (bc his name sounds like main character in korean) but yea :o ! i really love his the idea he can just repaint / paint over a literal image of him gives it the possibility of becoming smth new and that’s so so cool

CHANGMIN - SCREEEEECH okie um oh boy um *windows shutting down noises* this was so so so very different from his gen z stuff but i actually think BOTH are equally perfect for him ? the way that he set up the sparklers and neon lights on this very obviously trashy and kind of rundown rooftop with the cityline behind him is so ?!?!? LITERALLY making his own stage as his tagline goes, sort of like how the physical stage itself does not matter but rather it’s changmin himself that makes the stage special ! i talked about this in gabi’s set that i rbed ;-;/ but changmin puts a lot A LOT of stake in his position as a dancer it means almost everything to him as a form of expression from what i can see ? so he’s always trying his best to put forward the best performance possible and seeing this segment makes me feel like he’s doing just that ! pouring himself into it to make his stage pls i care him

HAKNYEON - god i’m a jusadan but just u.u rest in peace me, i’ll ... T_T be kind of honest this one confuses me a little ? i have assumptions and i feel like i know ... quite a bit about haknyeon (LMAO) my best guess is it has smth to do with self assurance ...? the way he’s framed and the fact that he’s sitting on a bed in the middle of a church surrounded by candles gives me christ figure symbolism (where my ap english takers at :/) and the light that perfectly frames him in a halo gives me angel vibes too, but the tagline of “make your own romance” paired with him kissing his reflection makes me think it’s about self love ;;;; from what i can tell haknyeon has always been someone who really likes feeling validated and praised for the stuff he does well, which he does for himself a lot of the times too ! but sometimes i think the self assurances he compliments himself with is more for reassuring himself rather than bragging (which i think people misinterpret) so it’s more about becoming the person he wants to fully love and being happie with himself which *tears* i might be reading too much into who knows i just love him ok ... U.U

KEBINNN - i know !!! dri mentioned this in my gifset tags but ! kev on kpop daebak (? was it) or smth mentioned how he strives to keep a childlike wonderment for the world around him, which is a reason why i think he loves drawing and sound / music production, he talked in a fancafe post once about an artist who turned mediocre everyday objects into art and he said he really loves that sense of wonderment so peter pan who “never grows up” is actually perfect for his worldview ahhhh T^T also kev really likes disney lmao, the way he’s doing this outside in this “neverland” garden on a balcony which is a part of this very typical apartment backed by a typical city bg also i believe ties into this turning a mediocre everyday thing into smth wonderful through his sense of childlike wonderment and his tagline of “make your own fantasy” (i also care him a lot this concept >>>>>>) and keeps to his referencing movie plotlines like he did in gen z jddkfj

SUNWOO - i also mentioned this in my tags on sunu’s set but this gives me 100 degrees vibes which i still to this day think is one of the most “sunwoo” vibe things ever, it’s a lot of him having fun and doing his own thing, and mixes both more mature and youthful aspects together in a way that i’d only ever describe as sunwoo vibes LMAO like the roller skating around and all the soap bubbles ! cute and youthful ! the crop top and celine wasitband (don’t laugh at me we all noticed) more mature and a callback to his gen z look methinks U.u, think sunwoo has always been a more go-with-the-flow or do whatever he feels like doing sort of person and so “make your own vibe” fits well with him in that sense to me

SANGYEON - .... *silence* *more windows shutting down noises* *jess.exe has stopped working* OKAY i feel like ! sangyeon’s is also more self explanatory :p i love the juxtaposition of boxing AND the arcade type fighter games ?? like both require very different sets of skills i feel like one is more physical the other is more mental ? but both require adapting to changes whether in the game or the boxing ring which as leader sangyeon would know a lot about, esp being flexible and quick to respond to different situations, and the “make your own glory” i feel is maybe more on the nose, but tbz are this man’s pride and joy you can see it literally anywhere and for him, as leader, to have made it this far with tbz, winning rtk and building their popularity through their hard work and efforts really is building his own glory and i just HHHHHHHHHH

YES EYYSFDHSHF CHANHEE YES - i said it in the tags of my srb before deleting it so i’ll just repeat it here but CHOI CHANHEE !!!!! this detail i didn’t quite process first watch was the continuous flashing of lights in all his scenes, like ... from the shots and the set it looks REALLY empty ?? but the flashing seems to indicate cameras and photos being taken of him despite there being no people we can really see in any of the shots ? WHICH IS SO COOL i think the implication is like “all eyes on him” type which SO TRU i love that idea, like i said the walking past the wedding dresses ? v heavily implies fashion designer which i think you mentioned mar :o ! and i see it in the sense of his tagline “make your own stereotype” bc white wedding dresses are the very traditional / typical choice and obviously feminine in stereotypes, whereas chanhee is wearing a SUIT which is all black in a very clean b/w set with no color which i feel is very stereotypically MASCULINE and the glasses too, it’s such an interesting contrast of his “stereotypically feminine” features (in my view) with very masculine symbols, like glasses we usually associate with more soft hearted / meek stereotypes ? but the geometric shape of the windows and again his suit seems to indicate the very opposite ? it’s a mixing of stereotypes which i think is the point, by putting those together he quite literally makes his own stereotype and puts on the crown while the cameras continue flashing while pointed at him AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

YOUNGHOON - okie might have less to say about this one :o i feel like both hak’s and younghoon’s i don’t see the connections quite as readily but ! i think it’s interesting that his tagline is “make your own classic” but then in the scenes itself he has a flip phone ??? with an antenna (okay boomer /j JDHFKFG JK PLS) and a teddy bear while in PERIOD stylized clothing and setting where those two things are more modern / contemporary in origin (but also not modern enough bc ,,, it’s a flip phone LOL) like 90s kid vibes ? you know but as an emperor in the joseon era haha :p while eating shrimp chips and reading a (comic ?) book, like idk too much of what it means but it’s a cool dichotomy LOL, think it might also tie into actor ! hoon bc it’s make your own classic and i think acting has become a very important aspect to him :o after seeing what he’s capable of in love revolution and his atbz video so it’s interesting u.u (need help w/ this one)

JACOB - think my explanation in han’s set’s tags didn’t really make sense so lemme ... reexplain LOL,,, so ! similar to his gen z video ? like he’s talked about how difficult it is to open up about his own feelings etc. and he said it’s less bc he realizes he needs to but rather just to make other people feel more comfortable when it comes to understanding him, and like the whole breaking the mirror with his reflection in the wanna be angry jacob, it’s about freeing himself to the point he can express the emotions he wants to ! in gen z it was about being able to be angry when he felt that way instead of being tied by his image of being just nice ? and in the video with his pilot uniform not only does he control the ride but he also rides on it himself ! quite literally making his own freedom (symbolically), a sort of realizing he can free himself ? from what’s been tying him down and i think the really big smile he has while riding it just comes to show how he wants to feel :,))) (jacob bae i care you)

ERIC - last one :p AHHH this is one of my favs too, the quite literal “make your own pride” I LOVE IT ! sooo i think the biggest takeaway i got was that of course in this video his “pride” is symbolized by the hot pink car (that he’s going to pick up his christmassy date in of course u.u if he has a license which he does n- his driver’s license in this was literally his aaa / boy version of reveal photo which in no dmv anywhere would a license picture be allowed to look that good-) and LITERALLY when he finished and takes it for a joy ride while sitting on the roof he’s STILL covered in the dirt and grime stains ! from working on it ! which i think is so symbolic ! it’s my favorite detail actually, he literally put sweat into this car which is his pride and now that he’s finally riding around in it, it feels accomplishing ! his pride ! love that, also when he’s grabbing a stub from that flyer i noticed he chose “youth” over the others (which was like .... ca$h, beauty, ice cream, hamburger...) which i think also just indicates that despite all this hard work he put in he still cherishes his youth and still lets that be a huge part of who he is (i mean pink car so of course) so idk i think it’s very neat go bestie mwah

#sunnew #anon #asks #not tbz #jess.replies #be your own king analysis #I WROTE SO MUCH PLS #even more than my gen z analysis i think #anyway if anyone reads all of this oof thank you #HHHEEELP #i just did all of them ....#my weakest ones are def hak sunwoo yh #idk but i like what i came up with for the others ! ^^#i've seen a few twt threads but haven't read any lol #wrote the most about chanhee but no one is surprised of course

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Uno, Annoyance, and A Skirt?- Little Vlogs (Chapter Six)

A/N: Me, releasing a oneshot, a chapter of the agere!sides au, and a new chapter of Little Vlogs? In one day? I hope y’all are liking this rare occurrence

Chapter Summary: Patton enters littlespace for the first time with Roman and Virgil during one of their sleepovers. Adorableness, brattiness, and cuddles ensue.

It had been only a few weeks since their diner and roller skating date. Kissing each other became a thing they were more comfortable with. Virgil often snuck over to the bookstore during his lunch break, and it was common for them all to hang out at Patton's house. They've gone on two more official dates, to movies and another back to the skating rink.

They weren't officially boyfriends yet, but it wouldn't be long before they were. Now, the age regression thing. The main reason they all met. Patton was the only one that acted little-ish sometimes, but they all sort of openly spoke about it. But none of them had actually regressed long enough for them to take care of each other.

Until Logan babied an already hyper Patton just a little to much during a sleepover. They were all playing UNO, and Patton seemed to be losing. "I'm sorry, it's all I got," Roman looked at his cards, then back at the pile again, deciding to go for his original card.

Draw four. Patton pouted. "Why does he keep getting the draw four cards? Someone reverse it so I have the chance to get him back!"

"I got you, baby," Logan assured sliding four cards, face down, from the pile over to Patton. Roman looked offended, even more shocked when Logan actually did reverse it back to Patton.

"Haha, meanie!" Patton set a Draw 2, then another, then another, then another. The only reason he hadn't used them before is because he didn't want to use them against Logan unless he absolutely had to. Roman was the one who suggested they played the version with the stacking rule. Patton stuck his tongue out, and Roman looked shocked.

He didn't know how much playful, somehow adorable, anger could come out of the boy. He wasn't seriously mad, just annoyed. It was like seeing a fluffy kitten throw a fit. Full of fury, but absolutely adorable.

"Be nice, Kitten," Logan warned, Patton sinking back down to his seat. Okay, maybe it's possible that all the marshmallows and chocolates he ate might've been fueling his hyper behaviors and competitiveness, but he wasn't hurting anyone.

"Oh, sorry," he mumbled a little. He knew that he felt it, the urge to just cuddle up next to Logan and ask for a kiss on the forehead. He lived with his boyfriend, and he worked a flexible job, he was used to being able to regress whenever. And nothing was really stopping him, but he felt like it was a bad time.

"It's okay. V, it's your turn!" Roman moved on quickly. The game kept going on, Logan eventually winning. Roman got second, Virgil third. Patton pouted when he lost.

"B-but...-humph!" he huffed, crossing his arms in annoyance.

"Awe, poor baby," Logan teased, coming behind his chair and kissing the side of his head. Patton melted into the touch a bit, looking up at Logan with innocent eyes. Logan raised his eyebrow a bit. "How old are you, sweetie?" Logan asked. He already had the feeling that Patton was slipping a bit, but the innocent eyes and the cuddly behaviors confirmed it.

Virgil and Roman got it immediately. "How could you possible tell that he's little just from looking him in the eyes-" Roman was shut up by Patton's next words, in a cutesy little voice Patton had succeeded in hiding before.

"Baby!" Patton squealed, reaching up to Logan, who hugged him immediately.

"How long have you felt little? Why didn't you say anything?"

"Little bit. Scared, sorry," he apologized.

"It's alright, let's go get you in some of your little stuff, hmm?" Patton nodded, taking Logan's hand. Logan paused, letting Patton walk ahead towards the stairs, to talk to Virgil and Roman.

"I'm sorry that this interrupted all this, but when he regresses, I have to take care of him. You're free to leave if you please," Based off of Logan's tone, both of the other two men had a feeling that if they did leave, he'd hold a grudge.

"No, we can stay. We haven't seen Little Patton much. If were all gonna be together in a romantic sense, it's best if we get used to it." Roman said.

"I already know Little Patton well, I can help out." Virgil offered.

"Alright, you can start by finding his sippy cups in the kitchen and filling it with juice," he instructed. Virgil nodded, disappearing into the kitchen. Roman followed Virgil. Logan decided to go upstairs and help the little pick different clothes.

Patton sat on the bed in his little room, swinging his feet a little. He currently wore jeans and a polo shirt. "What do you wanna wear, Kitten?" Logan asked softly, going over to the dresser next to the bed.

Patton tilted his head, not responding. This was odd, because usually he knew exactly what he wanted to wear. He'd request a certain outfit and Logan would help him get all cutesy. Logan knew this was probably the result of him feeling a little bit smaller than usual.

"What about your baby blue onesie?" he held up the adult onesie, which snapped at the crotch and shoulders. Patton bounced in place a little, making grabby hands towards it.

"Alright, that works. Do you-...Are you to little for the potty or..." Logan trailed off, a bit awkward now as he waited for Patton's response. Patton gave a shrug.

"I think m' okay.." he responded.

"Okay, if you have to go potty, lemme know." Logan checked to make sure the door was shut before helping him get undressed. "Actually...just encase, can we do a pullup? I just want to be prepared, Little One." Logan was gonna let him go without protection, but he knew it'd be smarter not to do that.

Patton shook his head, refusing outright. "They see," he whined, shifting uncomfortably.

"You're afraid of Roman and Virgil seeing your pull up? I don't think they'd care," Logan tried to convince him, pulling a designed pull up from his drawer. Patton shook his head again.

"When did you become such a shy baby? You don't have to worry about them, I promise," Logan came towards him, lifting his face by his chin and kissing his forehead.

"I-i don't wanna..." he pouted, his face going red. Logan took a breath, willing himself to not roll his eyes. He needed to be patient with his Little, even if it was hard.

"Okay, how about you wear something with the onesie, so no one can see your pull up?"

"No, no! I wanna wear onesie, nuffin else. No pull up!" he spoke louder, defying Logan at all costs.

"Patton," Logan spoke more sternly, giving him a look that made him whimper. He kissed his forehead as a way to reassure him that he wasn't truly upset with him, but he did need to listen. "Be a good baby and listen to me, okay?"

Patton nodded in defeat at first,but his demeanor switched to annoyed in just a few seconds. He snatched up the onesie and pullup and left the room. "Patton!" Logan called after him. Patton disappeared into their main bedroom, probably to use their personal bathroom. Logan went to open the door to the room, but Patton had locked it behind him.

"Patton Summers, I know you're upset, but you need to unlock this door." Logan kept his cool, shaking the doorknob. He didn't want to scare him, but he'd definitely be having a talk with him once he opened this door. Why was he acting out so much while Virgil and Roman were here?

Logan kept talking through the door, messing with the door knob. Patton didn't respond, but you could hear him moving around inside of the room,presumably getting dressed.

"Baby, please unlock the door for me," Logan said, speaking strictly, having been ignored for at least a few minutes. The door flew open, and Patton flew into Logan's arms. He hugged him tightly.

"I-i'm sorry! I was trying to find a cute skirt to go with dis n' putting on the onesie myself was hard!" he defended immediately. Logan examined him. Since Patton stayed at home a lot, he regularly wore feminine clothing. Logan thought he looked adorable in his skirts and dresses, but they didn't keep them in his little room. It explained why he disappeared into the main bedroom.

He wore the baby blue onesie with a black skirt, that successfully covered the pull up. You couldn't tell it was there unless Patton showed you. "You're okay. Just don't do that again. You don't lock me out of a room while you're little! I didn't know what was going on and you worried me," Logan helped him walk back to the little room.

"I got angey, n' I didn't knows what to do! don't get mad at you, evers..." he reduced his words to a mumble, following Logan back into the room they were originally in. He went straight to the vanity, pulling out bracelets and messing with his light purple hair. He pulled off his glasses, replacing them with metal-framed round ones.

"You got upset, so you went to another room to calm yourself down while you got ready. I understand, but you could've, at the very least, responded to me while I was talking to you," Logan commented, closing the door behind him and moving to help him add cute accessories to his outfit. He didn't dress up like this all the time, but if he wanted to, Logan let him. It was cute when he wanted to wear bracelets, or asked Logan to help him put on lipgloss.

"I got scared, didn't know what to say n'...." he trailed off, pausing was he was doing. "M' I in trouble?"

Logan sighed, shaking his head. "No, you apologized, and explained yourself. And you rarely ever break the rules, so we will just take that one as a lesson learned, right?"

Patton nodded, going quiet. He did feel a little bad about storming out of the room, and leaving his daddy to try to talk to him from outside of the door. He went to put a flower clip in his hair. Logan took over and did it for him. "You okay, baby?" Logan knew the other two were most likely questioning what was taking them so long.

"Mhm," Patton definitely wasn't feeling like he usually did while in littlespace. He felt guilty now, and he didn't know how to communicate that. He put on some pastel kandi bracelets, one of them saying 'kitten' on it. They were colorful, with all different types of letterbeads on them.

"You sure, honey? I'm not upset with you anymore, I promise," Logan assured, kissing the side of his face. Patton gave another silent nod, bouncing on the balls on his feet as he looked at himself in the mirror. He looked adorably childish, which is what he was going for.

"You feel guilty, don't you?" Logan spoke again. Patton didn't see the point in lying anymore, letting Logan hug him. "You don't need to worry, I promise. I'm very proud of you for finding a compromise, a way to listen and feel comfortable. A very cute one, at that." Logan was glad to hear him giggle. He spun around, letting the skirt move around him.

"Can I put on makeup? Just lil' bit, please?" he gave puppy dog eyes. Logan was glad he was feeling better now.

"Oh, there you guys are! What took you two so long?" Virgil commented immediately when Patton and Logan finally returned. Patton was hiding behind Logan at the moment..

"We had some issues with this one, but it's all sorted out." Logan moved so that Patton wasn't behind him. Patton was blushing a bit, trying to cover his face.

"You look so cute, Patton!" Roman complimented. Patton looked down shyly, mumbling a thank you.

"That skirt is so adorable, and the bracelets? The new glasses? You look amazing," Logan knew what Roman was doing. Roman could tell Patton was nervous about being more feminine around them, so he was going out of his way to compliment his outfit and make him feel comfortable. It was a really sweet thing to do.

"Is that lipgloss? It fits you so well! And the little flower clip! Who gave you permission to be so cute, huh?" Patton giggled at his antics.

"Daddy did!" he pointed at Logan, and all of them laughed.

"You're such a silly baby," Logan teased. Patton went over to the couch, climbing up to sit next to Virgil. Patton took the sippy cup Virgil handed him, swinging his feet a little as he took a sip.

For a little bit, Logan talked to Roman, while Patton conversed with Virgil. "I like the skirt, you look very cute," Virgil told him. Patton was overwhelmed by all the compliments, blushing a bit.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Patton got ff the couch, running up to Logan and pulling on his hand. Logan was distracted from his conversation, looking at Patton. He seemed really eager to say whatever it was.

"Yes, dear?" Logan spoke softly, in a caring way.

"Can we do a vlog, for my channel? I wan' do more little space vlogs!" he said, tilting his head. He was obviously excited for this. Logan thought for a moment.

"I don't see why not. Roman, could you help him pick out something kid friendly to watch? Virgil, you can come with me."

Logan got the camera, while Virgil got some toys for the boy. Logan recorded Patton, interacting with him and making him laugh. He got pictures and clips of Virgil and Roman playing with him.

Once Patton cut this all together, the videos of him making a mess while eating, coloring with Roman, cuddling up next to Virgil, he would have completed the first of many Little Vlogs to come. And to Patton's fans, the vlogs they put out were adorable. It was a win-win situation they were all happy with. Imagine how many cute vlogs they could make when they moved in together, and they aren't just sleeping over all the time.

They'll get there eventually.

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lady-plantagenet · 4 years

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What hasn’t already been said: The Spanish Princess 2

Episode 2: SOdden (or Sod ‘Em depending on your persuasion)

(Dont know how long I’ll be able to keep these puns up)

Catherine, like this woman, does not really fit into this era. But while this woman seems dropdead cool and at least looks the part, Catherine just...

To all those of you keen enough to have come back for another segment of ‘what hasn’t already been said: TSP’, as opposed to have just been scrolling when you see this - welcome back! (Scrollers you too <3)

To anyone who’s seeing this for the first time: what this is a list of observations, jokes, reactions and criticism which occur to me upon a rewatch. I wait every week until Saturday to do this so that I have had my fill of scrolling through the tag and aggregating what has already been said. I tried doing a whole spoof (here where I gave up 10% in) but tbh a) I don’t know the history well enough b) it’s more time consuming than I thought and c) this series is just not as funny or as crazy as TWQ, so it’s untenable. Having said that: This is not a hatepost. I’m not hatewatching this series and nitpicking on purpose but expressing my honest views and trying to find the good in it as well as the bad.

Without further ado...

First Scenes:

The baby cloth lifting into the ceiling of the chapel had nice ‘myth of the demon countess of Anjou (ancestress of the Plantagenets)’ vibes. I am 100% that was unintentional. I get this impression by the cringiness of the baby’s screams (what’s up with those sound effects? It sounded like a zipper).

Henry gives me such softboi vibes? It’s pleasing to me because it’s making me attracted to him as a viewer, but no good in convincing me this is Henry VIII.

I think Catherine’s exposition about how she feels is pretty ok actually, it’s fitting that she would feel anger.

CHARLES’ FATHER IS NOT MAXIMILIAN, IT’S PHILIP (or rather it was). ~~ A quick wiki search guyz, a quick wiki search. Ughh

Again with the whole everyone acting like Catherine is Queen. Can they cut it out? Also while we’re at it, what was Catherine’s attendance in councils even like?

The music was nice

Post Child announcement phase:

Oof I hate to say it but I lowkey wanted de la Pole back in this mother. Mainly because it would mean more Margaret Pole and by this point I am scared her storyline will fade in prominence now that there’s no longer a Yorkist subplot (showhorned as it was, it was the crowning glory of last season tied with Arthur x Catherine).

More x Maggie Pole and all of it over Seneca and learning :’). I already know this will be the best part of the episode.

‘We certainly know stoicism in our family’ ~ I guess she’s referring to Reggie? Because our boi Clarence was no poster boy for stoicism. Though could she be making an ironic reference to her father~?

Edmund de la Pole Debacle:

Well this convo at least passed the bechdel test.

Maggie and Edmund’s interactions here are touching. I know this plotline was rushed but I think it was just right to bring us back here for 5 min as a mournful throwback to the bygone era to which Maggie Pope belongs to and now continues to do so alone. It is emotionless and you can just feel how the York cause was hanging on by a tired old threat by that point.

Maggie Pole is becoming matronly now and I like this transition.

What bothers me about a lot of fans of Margaret Pole is that what they don’t realise is that she wasn’t all like ‘I want nothing to do with my family I’ll stay low and obscure’. While far more cautious than the likes of her ancestors, she did engage in land disputes with Henry VIII and was an outspoken supporter of Catherine and Catholic. Having her be a woman woth dubious loyalties towards the Tudors is accurate.

Scotland with Meg and Jammes:

LMFAO it’s like they read my mind when I spoke of how much I laughed when Meg was like ‘Alexander Steward you pig!1!!’ last episode.

Nice reference to Aulde Alliance

I like James.

Henry and Catherine on the balcony:

Was she commander of the forces? Was Howard appointed that? Regent she was, ok.

Charlotte Hope’s new hairstyles really suit her!

‘Will you please stop cursing’ agahsjdk ahah

No offence to women (of which I am one) but this comparison between childbirth and war is just... wrong. I know Starz think they are being smart but childbirth is far less impressive than winning or surviving a battle - comparing the two diminishes the bravery of soldiers. YET ,having said that, childbirth is necessary for our society whereas war is almost always futile and by comparing them, it wrongly represents violence as something inherently as natural to us as birth and continuing of civilisation. overall not a smart, respectful or accurate parrallel to make.

Meg and prep for invasion + Catherine in her weird armour:

So Margaret dreams that her husband is dead and bloody in her bed. Ughh show you neeed to get more creative. But I did like the whole ‘dreams are how our ancestors talk to us’ line from Angus Douglas.

Re: Meg in her beret... Why is Meg dressed like me going to the London shops in October? Digging the aesthetic but not sure about the accuracy.

Rich of Catherine to bring up Edmund.

Why is Ursula Pole crying??? What is all this to her really?

Did Howard just call the guard... sonny?? Is this some WW2 crossover?

Catherine - James and the tent parlay:

Did Catherine just insult Meg’s intelligence??

Also lmao I’m going to miss James.

Re: Howard saying ‘I’m not going to get insulted by a man wearing a dress’ .. UMMM Starz, you do know that just thirty years ago men were prancing about in dresses and leggings (essentially). From around the middle of the 14th century to the beggining of 16th century (if not earlier), Englishmen were also essentially prancing about in ‘skirts’.

Am I getting a weird cooperation-partnership vibe between Meg and James?

The Battle:

Charlotte Hope looks so good with the helmet, she’d really suit an english hood! Such a shame they won’t give her one!

Ewwww he’s eating mud, why?

Just standard battle scene. They are all the same to me no matter which movie.

Aftermath:

Jesus, I find the whole Meg crying over James IV so heartfelt ‘you arrogant bastard’ for some reason just came out so full of emotion. Can someone please explain why the hell I ship them more than Henry x Catherine?? Like how ??

Awwww Linna is sooooo adorable ughhh. Also this whole Catherine going into armour among all the women crooning over the children gives this adorable sense of Catherine boyish and bloodying herself out to protect their peace, idk. All I have to say is that these series is less eager to pitt women against each other than the previous. I think that’s a step forwards.

Also, good to see Catherine being modest about her victory so Henry can save face. Finally starting to seem like the real Catherine.

‘Go on you dog’ arghh ahah he sounds like some public school rugby lad egging his mate on.

Re: Wolsey cock-blocker; the real Catherine would know it was uncatholic to have sex when you were pregnant. Also Catherine is not technically speaking in confinement if she’s wandering about.

It’s nice to see Catherine sticking up for Howard, she at least learned to respect him during the battle.

I foresee Oviedo having enough of this Christian stuff and wanting to return to the berber domains (I suppose Spain is out of the question)

Knighting Ceremony:

Apparently Margaret Pole herself was made Countess of Salisbury during this same ceremony... right? @houseofclarence

Also Maggie Pole being like: “being a rebel is in my blood, or so they tell me”... gahhh what’s with these shows and the Clarence erasure? Can’t they make one bloody reference to her dad or grandad Warwick? Ugh. Especially with lines like this. Actually? You know what? Ignore my previous comment about the stoic remark and it being an ironic reference to Clarence. I put such subtlety above this show’s writers.

Catherine has a habit of going to the coldest places possible to lose her children...

Haha @ Henry asking Bessie Blount (of all people) where Catherine is.

Conclusion:

6/10

What I’m happiest about is that Flodden got dealt with in one episode because warrior xena Catherine is not what interests me most about this show. Having said that, it was a true shame that James IV died because his were some of the best scenes. This whole show is starting to feel so historical fantasy-ish because the aesthetics are so confused. Granted it’s still pretty (not eyesore like Reign) but it doesn’t penetrate.

I am as always invested in the Poles (and More) but am also starting to get attached to Princess Mary whose actress exudes plenty of charm. This show remains confused with its feminist message because while it shows women being proactive there is so much emphasis on babies that what remains with the mind after watching is this womanish birthdrama, as opposed to a show about struggles which affect both genders.

You might tut at me and say I’m being ridiculous and that it is historically accurate to put so much emphasis on women’s babies and I say that’s swell. I would happily watch a show where that element is strong (most pre 1995 historical dramas are like that with traditionally feminine characters and I gulp them up like sustenance), but if a show promises feminism and women-men being partners I want it to deliver that properly. As I said in my previous post, why do we keep trying to make women engage in acts like war as if such an abhorrent act is the only way to take them seriously? I await the day where cunning, rationality and cool-headedness will be the traits portrayed as feminist ones.

There is nothing else to really comment on... the only potentially deeper message in this is the gender discourse. I am unsure about the accuracy so I can’t speak of the historical value of the interpretation. But what I will say is that though I remain excited for each new episode... I’m just not as invested as I was in TWQ (rewatch every year dont @ me) or TWP despite their many flaws. Some characters pull me in eg Maggie Pole (Carmichael is a bae), Thomas More etc but not the whole cast like TWQ. Anyway... would be interesting to see if anything happens with Lina and Oviedo tommorow as their storyline is conspicuously slow.

#the spanish princess #the spanish princess 2 #fool if you thought I wouldn't jump on the whole 'being a rebel is in my blood' opportunity to bring up Clarence #I was delighted last time when people left comments and stuff #rofl #so yeah #Please please I love discussions and do not think twice before sending me an ask or commenting !#lady plantagenet's series reviews #the dialogue remains a bit trite #the sugared grape counterpart for this episode was edmund's death and the whole ironic reference to Senenca and stoicism #not because the dialogue around edmund's death was particularly poignant but how conspicuously quiet and swift the whole affair was as #...as compared to previous york pretender plotlines left a mournful note #basically I feel like I keep focusing on stuff the show doesn't want me to focus on #and am projecting therefore

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How often do you get fountain drinks from a gas station? I’ve actually never tried getting a drink from one of those fountains. I find them nasty, and the fact that gas stations aren’t the most hygienic of places certainly doesn’t help their case.

If you get online and look at graphics, what website(s) do you go to? I never find myself looking for graphics. The closest thing I search are vector icons, and for those I have an extension on Chrome that lets me look for icons to place on slides and such.

Who would you say your favorite celebrity is? At the moment it would be Rosamund Pike, but my all-time favorite would be Beyoncé.

Have you ever slept in your car? If so, explain. Sure, mostly when I took naps in between classes. There were also a few times I had late nights out and didn’t have a place to crash at, so I’d sleep in the car for the night before heading home in the morning.

If you were forced to murder one of your parents, which one would it be? This is a horrible question.

What song are you currently obsessed with? Find Me Here - Hayley Williams.

Explain your last run in with the police: Never happened.

Who was the last friend you hung out with, and what did you guys do? In terms of a physical get-together, I was with Angela, Hans, Pia, Kyelle, Al, Gab, and Sam and we had dinner and drinks at this gastropub that announced its impending permanent closure by the end of February. Virtually, I hung out with Andi, Peter, Carmel, Rita, Robin, Mik, and Elis to have a Jeopardy game night over Zoom.

What time do you usually go to bed and wake up? On weekdays I try to turn in anywhere between 9–11 PM and wake up by 6:30. On weekends, I try to stay up until midnight at the earliest, but I’m trying to make it a habit to stay up until like 2–3 AM just so I can catch up on my hobbies and shows. I wake up anywhere between 5–7 AM.

If you could have any job in the world, what would it be? What's stopping you? Lawyer, which is a route I seriously considered for a few years. I get extremely tense in arguments though so I doubt I’d be the best fit for that kind of career.

Do you have a friend that's in a horrible situation right now? Explain. Yeah, my college batchmate (who’s now also my co-worker) Aimee tested positive for COVID this week after being in and out of a fever over the last two weeks.

What was the last store you were in, and what did you buy? I suddenly needed plastic bags while I was packing groceries at the office the other week, so I went to the nearby convenience store to check if they had any. They didn’t, so I left without buying anything.

Who was the last person you texted, and what did this text say? I was texting some media friends to tell them some shoes we had ordered for them to try out are going to be delivered to their address within the day.

What is the reason for the last time you cried? A show I had been watching had an emotional scene.

Who is your favorite character in your favorite movie? Joanna, of course, mainly because that’s the character Audrey Hepburn plays.

What color did you last paint your nails? I can’t remember the color I chose the last time I had my nails painted 79472394348 years ago.

It's 112 degrees out today, describe your attire: A very thin tank top with airy shorts.

Do you have any friends that are currently in jail? Explain their situation. Not friends but I can think of a couple of relatives who’ve gotten ‘in conflict’ with the law. I won’t get into their cases but for both of them, it was because they got tricked by their respective abusive bosses, hence the quote marks.

Do you tend to take long or short surveys? I like taking those whose lengths are right in the middle - anywhere between 35-80 questions. Shorter ones look boring and I find the longer ones too time-consuming.

What do you currently desire? I changed my mind about La Creperie and will be going to Ramen Nagi instead since I just remembered they currently have a truffle ramen thing that’s only going to be around for a limited time, and I want to get my hands on it before they take it off the menu.

How often do you honk your horn? Depends on how stupid the people I’m driving with are on a given day.

For what reason were you last at a park? We don’t have too many parks here so there’s little opportunity to stay at one. I remember seeing one with Gab when we were at BGC a little over a year ago, but we only walked through it since it was part of the route we were taking to get to our actual destination.

What junk food can you never pass up? Salted egg chips and pizza.

If you're a girl, what is your favorite brand of feminine hygiene products? If you're a boy, what is your favorite brand of condoms? I don’t have a favorite.

Where was the last place you went on a walk to? Just around the neighborhood. I also wanted to make this morning’s route with Cooper a little longer so he could walk more, so we went to parts of the village we don’t normally reach.

How are you feeling today? I’m content :) It’s the weekend so I’m not too tense like I normally would be on weekdays. I also have plans to go out later today so I’m looking forward to that.

Do you ever make your own surveys? Never tried because I know I wouldn’t be able to come up with new and interesting questions.

How flexible are you? Not very. I can’t even reach my toes when I do stretches.

What is your favorite class? Any history elective. I also like biology, anthropology, and some aspects of political science.

What is your boyfriend's name? I don’t have one.

What is your favorite drink? Non-alcoholic, cold water. Alcoholic, Long Island Iced Tea for mixed drinks, and tequila.

Who is your best friend? Angela.

What time is it? 11:20 AM.

What is your middle name? My second name is Isabelle, but I’m not sharing my legal middle name.

What 3 websites do you visit daily? YouTube, Google Suite, and Twitter.

Where do you work? At home, haha. But under normal circumstances I’d be working in an office somewhere in Metro Manila.

What is your favorite band? Paramore.

How do you feel about abortion? Personally not a fan of the procedure for myself, but I am as pro-choice as it gets.

Do you want any kids? Very much so.

Have you ever microwaved soap? Nah, but I know what happens to it from watching YouTube videos hahaha. It’s so fun to see it gradually expand and become a pretty lil cloud.

Are there any new movies that you want to see? I Care A Lot, but I feel sooooooooo lazy about watching new movies. Idk if I’ll ever get around to it.

How many places have you lived? I’d say around five in total, including the house I currently reside in. I’ve lived in my parents’ apartment in Manila, then we briefly moved in with my dad’s parents, and then I spent most of my childhood in a duplex living with my mom’s side (and got to live in both houses), until we finally settled here when I was 10.

Do you have any health issues? Yeah, the main one I have to live with is scoliosis.

Are you texting anyone? Nope. And I don’t really text anymore, either. Most of my conversations take place on Messenger or Viber.

What do you drive? A Mitsubishi Mirage hatchback.

Have you ever had a crush on a teacher? Sure, both male and female ones.

Are you drinking or eating anything? Nope but I am starting to feel a bit hungry.

What color is your shirt? Yellow with some grey text.

Do you drink? Like...alcohol? Sure. I have the occasional soju night.

What year do/did you graduate? I graduated high school in 2016, and college in 2020.

Do you play any sports? Table tennis, though it’s been a while since I’ve had the chance to play. I got to take it as a PE elective on my last sem, but my time with it got cut off because of COVID :(

Do you pop your fingers? Yeah, I just cracked my knuckles a few minutes ago.

What is your shoe size? I can wear a size 6 or 7.

Have you ever had a UTI? Apparently I’ve had one, but all I got from it was a persisting high fever. I didn’t actually have any difficulties or felt pain in my urinary tract, though of course I felt scared to pee during that time because I thought it would hurt lol.

What was the last thing you baked? Cookies. A lifetime ago, since I don’t normally bake.

When was the last time you showered? Yesterday afternoon when I was finally able to clock out of work.

Would you rather go to the dentist or the doctor? Dentist. I actually find the procedures soothing. There’s a whole lot of issues that can be unpacked when you visit doctors, so I’m kinda scared of that.

Have you ever been in love? Yes. I miss the feeling and being able to act on it, but I’m liking being with myself too.

How do you feel about public speaking? I’m ok with it for the most part. I know I can speak well and generally have a good hold of my thoughts, so I don’t mind if I have to do it unless I have to talk about something I’m greatly unfamiliar with, like insurance or economics lmao. The latter situation is the only time I’d feel unprepared or scared of public speaking.

Do you see anything green? Yeah, since we have artificial plant accents on the coffee table.

What shoes do you usually wear? Sneakers or running shoes.

Do you take any birth control? Nope.

Who is the last person you talked to? My sister; I just asked her to turn the volume down on the TV.

Are there any fast food restaurants that you refuse to eat at? Just Tokyo Tokyo. I can take or leave Burger King but for the most part I find their burgers too plain.

Do you recycle? Whenever I can, yeah.

Do you know what you want to major in in college? I wanted to take up journalism. I suppose I don’t regret it, since I ended up wanting to be in a field that’s close enough to it anyway and I don’t feel like the skills I learned went to waste.

Have you ever snuck anyone in your room? Nah, I always let my mom know if I’m letting someone over since she doesn’t knock and would find out anyway.

Who was the last person in your bed besides you? Gabie.

Have you ever been in the hospital? Other than when I was born, yeah, at least once.

What's the last movie you watched? I watched Midsommar with Nina and some cousins last Christmas lol. We unknowingly downloaded the Director’s Cut, which we found out wasn’t as good as the main version since they added cheesy scenes to it, which ruined the suspenseful mood of the movie.

What's your favorite fruit? Avocado.

What do your bathroom walls look like? The bottom half has coral-ish tiles, while the top half is just a plain white wall. In the downstairs bathroom the setup is the same, but instead of coral tiles we have light blue wall tiles instead on the bottom half.

What do you spend most of your money on? At the moment, most of the money that I do take out of my account is the money I give to my parents every couple of weeks to help out with the bills. The next main thing I spend on is food, because I always have cravings I need satisfied haha.

Do you have any weird obsessions? Reading about serial killers and unsolved crimes isn’t really considered ‘weird’ anymore since a lot of other people have taken up the interest. But that’s probably the most out-there ~obsession that I have.

Do you bite your nails? I do but not obsessively.

What's the last color you dyed your hair? I’ve never tried dyeing my hair yet.

How do you feel about mustaches? Not my personal preference, but you do you.

Is there anyone that you really want to see in concert? Beyonceeeeeeeeeeeeee.

#survey #surveys

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Can I request rfa+minor trio with a mc who is strong enough to carry them and sometimes picks them up when she's really happy or emotional and how they react to it? She doesn't have to be huge or anything just have some strength ahah my ex squealed the first time I accidentally picked him up and I thought it'd be cute

RFA + Minor Trio with a really strong Mc

At first I didn’t really know what to write but now I have so many ideas! Maybe you can watch the Kdrama ,,Strong Woman Do Bong Soon“ - I simply fell in love with it! It’s about a very strong woman and - aish! I loved it so much! Now, please enjoy the Hc! And also, be free to tell me your opinion.

Jumin

Your husband and you sat together on the white leather.

Hand in hand you waited for the message- which was almost killing both of you.

,,I think I will fail…“ you mumbled sadly and clicked on the computer for the fifth time in twenty minutes.

,,You will surely do it,“ Jumin smiled.

The topic both of you were talking about was your biggest dream, to get two VIP tickets to meet your idols - the boys of the boy group GOT7.

Finally, the time came and you had the chance to buy the tickets when suddenly Jumin stopped you.

,,Why? Jumin let go I have to-”

,,Did you forget that I can even afford you to meet them backstage?“ Jumin chuckled, showing you two tickets.

Your eyes got bigger and suddenly you jumped up, screaming all around.

You hugged your husband, kissing him all over the face.

Jumin got up and hugged you back but suddenly he felt something weird, his feet weren’t touching the floor.

,,Woah?! Woah, my love! You will hurt yourself!“ he laughed after you put him down.

,,I‘m so happy!“ you laughed and cried at the same time.

Jumin kissed you one last time before he handed you the tickets and sat down again, using his free time to observe you.

Zen

,,Well done, guys! You can enjoy your break now!’’ the director called after the actors finally finished their scene for the new Musical.

You happily clapped for your handsome, white haired, boyfriend.

Like always his bright smile almost blended you and immediately caught your heart.

,,Well done, Zenny!’’ you chuckled and kissed him.

,,Thank you, princess...what about lunch at the restaurant in front of the company?’’ he asked you, to throw a little party between the both of you.

You happily nodded since this didn’t happen often.

You were so happy and excited that you hugged him and even pulled him up.

He happily squealed when you picked him up.

He still couldn’t believe that you were that strong.

,,Gosh, you’re so cute,’’ he laughed when he was down again.

Zen quickly took your hand and lead you outside, ready to have lunch with you.

Yoosung

To be honest, you wanted to hide your ,,superpowers’’ a bit longer.

Yoosung was, in your eyes, quite weak, and so you didn’t want him to feel weird about you being so strong.

Unfortunately, you were very emotional and happy due to the notice that you passed the test and were able to enter a highly voted company.

And so, when you and Yoosung saw that you passed, you were so happy that after hugging each other and jumping together, you also picked him up.

,,WOAH!’’ he suddenly exclaimed, making you realize that your ,,little’’ secret got exposed.

,,But I think it’s nice that you’re so strong…’’ he laughed about your confession, when you told him your secret.

Finally, there was no need anymore to hide the strength you had in your body.

Jaehee

Your girlfriend always knew that you were super strong.

At home you were the one who opened bottles or nuts.

You were simply super strong and could do the chores a woman would actually do.

However, you were still a very feminine woman.

Your girlfriend didn’t have anything against it.

It was actually the opposite. She loved it and thought that it was cute that you could pick her up.

To be honest, you often picked her up and then sat her down on the table to kiss her beautiful painted lips and touch other parts of her pale body better.

Saeyoung

For what a 707 if there existed a 606 who was stronger by the double?

Saeyoung loved to see you in the superwoman cosplay. That’s why every year for Halloween and for every carnival you had to wear that cosplay.

,,Aish…’’ you once again moaned in annoyance as you took out the yellow,red, and blue suit.

,,Woah, it looks amazing!’’ he laughed once again while you rolled your eyes.

,,Now, let’s do it!’’ he laughed and took you by your hand and lead you to the living room where three red haired people were waiting for you guys.

,,Okay! Mommy, you can start with the theatre!’’ a little red haired girl squealed happily.

How could you resist her?

,,Uncle Saeran! I can’t touch the popcorn!’’ a second boy whined and smiled as soon as your brother-in-law gave him the snacks.

,,Okay, guys! Welcome to the real-life theatre written by 707! I’m thankful to you all!’’ Saeyoung began and then explained to his guests what the story was about.

In his wonderful roleplay you had exactly one task - to show them all how you, wonder woman, saved him, Saeyoung, while picking him up.

,,Oh, you’re so cute ~’’ Saeyoung acted and kissed you while you had him in your arms.

,,UHHHH!’’ the children cried in embarrassment, making you grin against your man’s lips.

Saeran

Your strength gave him so much comfort and such a good feeling.

To know that he could count on you helped him feel safe.

At the same time, it made him uneasy.

,,Don’t overwork yourself. Don’t pick up too much…’’ he begged you, looking at you with his wonderful big eyes.

Your cheeks immediately burned and their color changed to a deep red.

Your love for Saeran could only grow.

In the past, everyone who saw your strength always counted on you, not minding at all if you could perhaps get hurt too.

But with your lovely boyfriend it was all a different story.

You simply couldn’t hold these feelings for yourself and like always, when you were super happy, you picked him up, letting him fly in the air for a few seconds.

Jihyun

,,All I think about is youuuuu, youuuu!’’ you sang, half drunk.

Your future husband never saw you like that to be honest, but in his opinion this side of you was also very funny to observe.

,,Okay, my Mc, let’s turn that way…’’ he mumbled, staying in the same place for a few seconds to read and surely go the right way.

The problem was that he couldn’t see perfectly in the dark due to his injured eyes.

,,UHUHUH!’’ you suddenly strangely laughed and picked him up, walking the way he described before.

,,Uh? M-Mc?!’’ Jihyun called you when you carried him home as if he was as light as a feather.

When you were finally home you let him down.

You could shortly see a big smile on his lips before you collapsed into his arms and fell asleep.

,,Haha...you are indeed a cute angel…’’ he mumbled and kissed your forehead before finally enterin his shared home.

Vanderwood

It took a long time. It took six long years until Vanderwood finally managed to ask you to marry him.

He did it very romantically, asking you in the darkness if you were willing to be his wife forever.

Just the light of the candles lit the room, which was decorated with red petals.

Your tears tasted salty as they dribbled down your red cheeks.

You simply nodded your head when he finally asked you the big question, the one you were waiting for a long time.

Your happiness overcame you and as soon as the silver ring with the big diamond was on your finger, you picked him up.

,,Oi! It should be the other way around!’’ he complained with dark red painted cheeks.

You still laughed as you slowly put your fiancé down.

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office parties suck - part 4

word count : 4.4k (wow) (it’s not even that much but it’s the most i’ve done)

warnings : swearing, drinking, alludes to sexy times haha

author’s note : heyyyyyyyyyy. sorry it’s been a while. this part is the longest so far :) my respect for people who write like 17k fics has skyrocketed like fucking crazy!!! i think this fic will have 1 more proper part and then i’m planning on doing little parts about ben and readers relationship. then shit’s gonna hit the fan...but we’ll come back to that ;) i hope you like this part.

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It was hot. Very, very hot. Your body was coated in a thin sheen of sweat. Ben’s arms tightened around your waist as you tried to wiggle out of his grip. Your face was flush against his bare chest, and as he gripped onto you, you began to feel hotter and hotter. His name escaped your lips in a mumble.

He loosened his hold around you and you took the opportunity to move away slightly and shrug the covers off yourself, quickly realising it was Ben who was acting as a human radiator. You exhaled at the loss of contact and a shiver ran down your spine. You watched Ben

contently. Looking down at yourself, you noticed you were wearing Ben’s shirt from the night before and a pair of pants.

Ben let out a large sigh in his sleep, his blonde hair fluttering upwards as he did so. You reached out your hand, and brushed the hair out of his face. He flung out his arm, hitting the empty space between you, and felt around. Assuming he was reaching out for you, you scooched closer, letting his arm fall loosely around you. You fell asleep again, breathing in the feeling of being in Ben’s arms, and for the first time in months, feeling safe.

***

When you woke up again, you were cold. You subconsciously moved closer to Ben, only to find out he was no longer lying next to you. Your eyes opened groggily, squinting as they adjusted to the harsh December sun, streaming through the curtains.

From downstairs, you could hear the muffled sound of Miles’s voice. You dragged yourself out of bed, and downstairs. You shuffled your sock clad feet down your wooden stairs, to find Miles and Ben sitting up at the kitchen counter having breakfast. They didn’t even notice you enter the room. The light streamed through the window above the sink, warming up the room.

“Morning.”

Miles and Ben turned at the sound of your voice. Miles gestured towards a brown paper bag on the marble counter, you looked through the contents; small plastic boxes of salad, a container of granola with yoghurt and a loaf of freshly made bread. You almost dribbled as the smell hit you square in the face.

As you took out the bread, you looked up at Miles, “Only you would order salad for breakfast.”

He stared at you in mock shock, bringing his hands up to his chest,

“It’s avocado for your toast.”

You took a knife out of the drawer and began cutting off a slice. Beside you, Ben took a spoonful of the granola you’d taken out of the bag.

As you turned to look at him, he held his hands up in defense, “Hey, it was really good and I’ve already finished mine.” He said pouting.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you pushed the pot of granola closer to him before continuing to cut a slice of bread. He flashed you a pearly smile in gratitude.

“Oh, Miles offered me a spare toothbrush. I hope you don’t mind.” Ben said, squeezing some honey over his breakfast.

“A new one though right?”

“Yeah,” Miles took the slice from your hand and starting lathering it with butter, “It was in a packet.”

You told Ben it was fine and prised open the avocado container to spread on your toast. As you bit into it, you pulled out the stool next to Ben, and took a seat. He pulled the chair closer to him, making you laugh and as he put his arm around your waist, his fingers rubbing against the bare skin on your thigh where your shirt - which was actually Ben’s - had risen up. Your body electrified in response to his touch and you leant your head on his shoulder.

The three of you continued to have breakfast, chatting about everything and nothing. Since finishing your toast, your hand had found its way to Ben’s thigh, your fingers playing with the hem of the shorts he’d borrowed off Miles.

“It was a pretty cool experience-” The sound of a phone ringing cut Ben off. His phone started dancing around the counter as it vibrated. He picked it up and you missed the way his face drained of colour. His arm left your waist as he stood.

“Sorry, I’ve got to take this.”

After Ben had taken his phone call, he returned quiet and didn't contribute much to yours and Miles' silly conversations despite your countless efforts to try and include him.

Your head was pounding. How much did you drink last night? You remembered Ben taking you back inside the club for a drink and drinking… a lot. Then coming home and drinking some more. You don't, however, remember much about what happened next. But you're sure it wasn't PG.

"We should go watch a movie." Miles suggested, while scrolling through his phone. You nudged him under the table to get his attention subtly. He realised what you meant as you gestured to Ben, used to the score.

"Actually, I need to go to the gym." He said, taking all your plates and retreating back upstairs, not forgetting to leave a quick kiss on your cheek.

"Merci." You whispered to him as he hopped up the stairs. Once he was gone, you turned towards Ben, who was fiddling with the drawstrings of his shorts. He looked fixedly down at his hands.

“Ben..”

His gaze flickered up towards you.

“You ok, Hun?” The pet name ran effortlessly off your tongue.

His eyes bore into yours, and you found yourself getting lost in the forest green, with a golden hint, blues creeping in around the edges of his iris as if trying to take over. He blinked and the beauty was momentarily covered by hid eyelashes, naturally long and soft - feminine compared to the rest of his well structured features. By the time he had re-opened his eyes, you’d realised how lost you were in them and shook yourself free from the trance. Ben took your hands in his and started to play with the ring on your middle finger, given to you by Miles from your trip to Ireland together. It was a silver band, with two hands holding a heart with a crown. Each element represented something - the hands represent friendship, the heart love and the crown represents loyalty. Miles had bought you the Claddagh ring - it was traditional - to remind you that he was always there for you, as your best friend. You moved both your hands to the back of Ben’s neck, rolling the short blonde hair between your fingers. Ben tucked his head into the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist, his cold hands making you shiver as they touched the bare skin where your shirt had risen up. You sat there for a moment. It felt nice to be held by someone after so long of wanting someone you couldn’t have, someone who didn’t feel the same. You felt Ben’s warm breath on your neck, sending electric shocks down your spine. His lips met the skin underneath your ear, barely applying pressure. You exhaled, leaning away from him, keeping your hands grasped in his hair. Pulling him closer by the back of his head, you kissed him and -oh God- it felt better sober. His lips brushed yours, innocently. Your name escaped him in a whisper, and you swore you’d never thought it that wonderful but when he said it, you never wanted him to say anything else. As his lips pressed against yours, the world fell away. Unlike last night - the rushing and demand from the both of you - this was slow and soft. His hand, previously on your waist, now rested below your ear, his thumb gently brushing against your cheek. You shrivelled back in your bar stool, giggling breathlessly.

“Sorry,” He laughed, removing his hand from your neck. “Should’ve remembered you didn’t like being touched there.”

You brushed it off, smiling as you pulled him back towards you until there was no space left between you, and you could feel his heart beating erratically against your chest. His hands returned to their spot on your waist, gathering the soft fabric of your t-shirt between his large fingers.

You almost forgot you were sitting at your breakfast bar, losing yourself completely in Ben, until Miles walked in, coughing exaggeratedly as he entered the room. Yourself and Ben separated as if you were teenagers caught in your parents house, doing something you shouldn’t.

But you weren’t. You were adults and in your own home, interrupted by your annoying roommate.

“Milllllesssssss..” You whinged.

He held his hands up in surrender.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you, thought you’d gone out or something.” He muttered, grabbing an apple from the porcelain fruit bowl. He retreated back upstairs, leaving you and Ben alone again.

Ben’s cheeks were a bright red, embarrassed that you’d both been caught. You giggled, readjusting Ben’s shirt which was oversized on you. Ben rose from his chair and moved to stand between your legs. He took your face in his hands and kissed you again.

“Wanna take this elsewhere?” He mumbled against your lips. You pulled away slightly.

“It’s like you read my mind.”

***

"So Miles, huh, what's the deal there?"

You and Ben were tangled in your sheets, staring at the glow in the dark star stickers on your ceiling.

"You're really choosing to talk about him now? Good timing, Ben."

As your head lay on his chest, you felt it shake with laughter.

"I just want to know more about you." He teased, kissing the top of your head and although you couldn't see, you knew his nose was scrunched up at the tickling feeling of your hair.

You traced the outline of his lion nose tattoo on the inside of his arm, the once dark ink starting to fade and now a beginning to tint a dark green.

"What do you want to know?" You said, hesitantly. Anyone who was close to you knew it was hard for you to let new people in, which explained why you had such a small group of friends.

"Where did you grow up?" He mused.

You wriggled out of his hold, turning to lie on your side and face him, propping your head up by leaning on your elbow.

"Just outside of London. You?"

He smiled, licking his lips as he answered.

"Dorset, born and raised."

You laughed, "Bloody hell. Moving here must've been an adjustment."

“Yeah, it was different,” he chuckled nervously. “Go on then, how’d you meet Miles?”

When you didn’t answer straight away, his hands snaked towards your hips, where he pressed his fingers just above your hip bone, causing you to erupt in a fit of giggles. His eyes lit up at the new information; you were ticklish. Extremely ticklish. You gasped for air, pushing his hands away playfully.

“Okay, okay,” you managed between breaths, “we met at Uni.”

His hands stopped their playful assault.

“Uni, huh? So you’re a smart cookie.” He teased, brushing his finger gently across your cheek.

“‘Suppose you could say that,” you smiled at him, “did you go to Uni?”

He sat up in your bed and ruffled his hair, the covers falling to expose his defined abdomen. You brought your eyes from his stomach to his face. His emerald eyes bore into yours and you couldn’t help but smile, feeling hot under his gaze.

“Yeah, Bournemouth. That’s how I met Joe.” He smiled fondly at the mention of his best friend and you thought back to your time at university, and how you met Miles.

Man, you were so much happier then.

Three years ago, you moved to Brighton, away from your family, to go to university. It was a daunting experience, you didn’t know anyone and you certainly didn’t know anyone on your course. That all changed on the day of your first Music Lecture, when you collided with a curly haired, tan boy who was walking round a corner. You’d dropped all your shiny new textbooks and he’d helped you pick them up. You became best friends after finding out you were both doing the music course, and sat next to each other for the next two years. Then you moved to London together and the rest was history.

“Right,” Ben said, interrupting your train of thought, “I’d better go.”

He pulled you into him, so that your head was against his chest, and his arms wrapped around you securly. You snuggled closer into him and whined dramatically, holding onto him tighter.

“Nooo,” you dragged out, “don’t go.”

He kissed the top of your head then climbed out of bed, pulling on his jeans that were strewn across the floor. You stuck your bottom lip out at him but instead of convincing him to stay, it caused him to kiss you gently.

“You’re adorable, but I really do need to go.” He kissed you again, this time hurriedly and then left your bedroom. You sat back against your pillows, and fully embraced the lingering smell of Ben; a mixture of expensive cologne and cigarettes. Ben’s head popped back around the door.

“I’ll call you later.” He said, before finally leaving. You sunk into your duvet, and your eyes flickered shut as you heard the thud of the front door, indicating Ben’s departure.

***

The palm of your hand smacked the empty bedside table, in an attempt to locate your ringing phone. You ran your hand across the surface until you hit your phone, and brought it up to your ear.

“Hello?” You answered groggily.

“You met Ben! Not only did you meet him, you slept with him. Twice! And didn’t tell me.”

Grace.

“Hi G, nice to hear your voice too.” You grumbled sarcastically. Grace shuffled over the phone and you could also hear Joe’s deep voice in the background.

“What? You thought I wouldn’t find out? Boys talk too you know.” She said, after a minute of moving around.

“Grace, he literally just left and I couldn’t call you and tell you while he was here.”

“Well….” She hinted. “How was he?”

“Grace!” Your cheeks flushed a bright crimson. You put your phone on speaker and rolled out of bed, starting to rummage around your room for some clothes. “I know Joe is there and I’m not discussing it with him around.”

“That hasn’t stopped you before! I know way more than I should about your hookups. Now spill.” Joe shouted over the phone.

“Yeah but they weren’t your best friend.” You said as you tugged on a pair of jeans.

Joe made a gagging sound which made you and Grace laugh. You heard Grace telling him to go away and him acting offended.

“I didn’t want to know anyway.” He said, leaving Grace alone. Once she knew he was definitely out of ear-shot, Grace resumed the conversation.

“So, how was it?”

You could practically hear the wiggle of her eyebrows of her eyebrows and her suggestive smirk.

“It was good. Really good. I don’t want it to become anything though.”

“Are you kidding?” She squealed. “I met him the other night, he’s like a fucking God.”

You burst into laughter, “Alright G, don’t hold back or anything!”

He was like a God though. He looked as if he’d been sculpted by them, and not only was he the most gorgeous human to grace the Earth, but he was the nicest person you had ever met. There had to be something wrong with him.

“Sorry, sorry,” Grace said, composing herself from the giggles that had overcome her, “he’s literally perfect for you though.”

You and Grace continued talking, and you gave her all the details about your night with Ben, just like you always did with hookups.

“Right babe, I’ve got to go. Joe and I are going cake tasting. Catch ya later?” Grace said after at least five minutes of her fiance practically tugging at her, telling her they were going to be late - he just wanted cake though.

After assuring her you would catch up soon, you went downstairs in search of Miles.

"Milo?" You called out.

No response. Weird.

You looked up to check the clock in the kitchen.

3pm.

Was it too early for a glass of wine? Your hand hovered over the burgundy coloured bottle. Inside, the deep crimson liquid shimmered, looking inviting. You shook your head, your hand retreating back to your side.

No, it's definitely too early.

Instead, you opted for a glass of water. As you drank, your mind drifted back to Ben. It had been a few hours since he had left and you had spend most of that time sleeping and talking to Grace. You hated being left alone, especially with nothing to occupy yourself with. As it was Christmas, you had no projects from work so not even a boring contract could save you. Now, you were alone with your thoughts, although this time they were all about Ben, so they weren’t as bad as usual. Over the past few months you had previously told yourself that you didn’t need that special someone in your life, convincing yourself that you were happy in your solitude. However, since meeting Ben a couple of days ago, your longing for someone had heightened again. You’d been reminded of what it felt like to be held by someone and you found yourself never wanting to be without that feeling. And now here you were, sitting at the desk in your home office, relishing in the lingering feeling of Ben’s arms around you.

A knock on the door brought you back into reality. You slowly shuffled your way to the door, opening it to reveal Ben’s beaming face, red from the cold. Ushering him inside, you took his hat and coat from him. He adorned himself in a thick turtleneck sweater and you almost drooled at the sight of him.

“Hey, I brought pizza.” He smiled warmly, holding up two square boxes.

Okay, now you really were drooling.

You led him into the kitchen after he gave you a welcoming kiss.

“How was your day?” You asked, hoisting yourself up onto the counter, before greedily taking a slice of pizza from the box he had placed next to you.

“It was alright, couple’a meetings.” Ben said, grabbing two plates from the draining board next to the sink and taking a seat beside you.

“New movie?”

He laughed, “Something like that.”

The two of you continued to make comfortable small talk for a while, devouring the first box of pizza. You didn’t mind that the conversation was about nothing in particular; you were just basking in having him around.

“Hey, so I was thinking..” Ben started.

You had both moved to the couch with the last box of pizza following closely behind. Reruns of Friends was playing in the background but you weren’t very interested; Ben had you completely entranced. You were currently sat opposite each other, legs entangled.

“You were thinking? Dangerous.” You teased.

He threw a pizza crust at you, which, despite your efforts to block, hit your square in the forehead. You both erupted in giggles before Ben resumed his serious tone.

“Tell me if this is too soon,” he said, causing you to straighten up, “but I really like you.”

You broke into an uncontrollable smile, “I like you too.”

He hadn’t finished though, “Would you like to go on a date?”

Ben’s cheeks were suddenly kissed pink, the blooming colour so damn cute against his pale skin. He looked away trying to find a distraction. You let him compose himself, letting his question linger slightly - you’d be lying if you said prolonging your answer to make him sweat slightly didn’t amuse you. You took his hands in yours from across the sofa.

“I’d love to go on a date with you.”

***

It had been a week since Ben had popped the question. And it was official, he was taking you on a date. To say you were nervous would be an understatement. But nervous as you were, you were fucking excited. Every time you so much as thought about Ben, you got butterflies. And to think of going on a date with him…

Ben was due to pick you up in about five minutes and you were running around the house trying to get ready.

“Milo, have you seen my black heels?” You shouted from where you were sat in the hall, surrounded by yours and Miles’ haphazardly scattered shoes.

“Oi, shut up I’m on the phone.” He shouted back.

You slumped defeatedly against the shoe cabinet. Miles had been in a mood with you all week. He even turned down your weekly tradition of ‘Pizza Party Friday Night,’ claiming he ‘didn’t feel well’ and you resulted to call Ben over and help you finish all the pizza you had ordered.

You continued to rummage around the cabinet, finally locating your shoes at the back, and tugging them on. Just as you were doing the last strap up, Miles came down the stairs, meeting you at the bottom.

“Thought you’d gone.” He mumbled.

You stood and grabbed his arm, stopping him before he turned to go back upstairs. You opened your mouth to ask him why he’d been so hostile towards you, when, who you assumed was Ben, knocked at the door. You looked down the hallway where Ben’s shadow through the stained glass on the door, confirming your assumption. You looked back at Miles, who didn’t meet your gaze. Your grip on his wrist loosened, causing his hand to fall back to his side. You straightened your top, and grabbed your coat, before plastering on a smile and opening the door to Ben. Your smile was quickly replaced by a genuine one as Ben kissed you on the cheek.

“Let me just grab my bag.” You said, as Ben pulled away. You turned to where your bag sat on top of the cabinet, quickly noticing that Miles was no longer standing there. You let your smile falter slightly before smiling again properly and facing back to Ben.

“Ready to go babe?” Ben said, taking your hand. You nodded and followed him out the door, closing it behind you.

The taxi journey took longer than it should have due to December traffic. It didn’t phase yourself and Ben though, you played a childish game of ‘I Spy’ and he had you in giggles the whole way to the restaurant. He’d joked that it was nice to finally see you dressed appropriately for the cold weather as you snuggled into your teddy bear coat.

As you pulled up to the front of the restaurant - Ben’s choice - you felt a surge of insecurity watching well dressed people enter and exit the building. Ben thanked the driver and walked towards where you were standing on the pavement. You grabbed onto his arm, your hand resting just by his bicep.

“You didn’t tell me it was fancy?” You said, causing Ben to look down at you.

“You look gorgeous. Always do.” He replied, brushing off your concerns. You brushed them off too, if it didn’t bother Ben, you wouldn’t waste your time worrying.

Easier said than done, you thought as you walked towards the large glass doors. The entire restaurant was full of snobby, well dressed men and women. The men were dressed in suits, and the women were dripping in expensive jewels. You wrapped your coat around yourself tightly, as you grew more self conscious in your jeans. Chandeliers littered the ceiling and gold Christmas decorations filled the room - they weren't tacky plastic ones like the ones your neighbours had hung up in their front window though. In the middle of the room, sat a 12ft real Christmas tree. In astonishment, you took in the decor, Ben watching as your eyes darted around the room like a child in a sweet shop.

“Okay, so it’s a little fancy.” He admitted sheepishly. And yet it was so unfair because even in some black, slim fitting dress pants and a sweater, Ben still look so achingly smart. You on the other hand, well, you looked back down at your outfit. You were wearing a square-necked, green satin top, paired with some blue skinny jeans and black suede heels. You looked nice - after all it was your first date with Ben - but not nice enough for the rich alternate universe you had stepped into.

Ben gave his name to the host, who proceeded to take the two of you towards the back of the restaurant. Your hand gripped Ben’s tightly as you weaved your way through tables and waiters. Before long you were presented with a small table, with a red tablecloth that had sparkling gold details. In the middle of the table was a small flaring candle, surrounded by beautifully set out cutlery and plates. Your hand flew up to your mouth in shock. You looked up at Ben, who already has his eyes on you. You hugged him tightly. As you pulled away, the waiter turned to you,

“Can I take your coat, Miss?”

You shrugged it off and passed it to him, sitting down as Ben did the same.

Once the waiter was gone with your coats, your attention was all on Ben, all thoughts of Miles’ mood gone from your mind.

“Ben, this is so nice…” You said, willing your tears to not spill.

“It is quite isn’t it? I was here before I came to get you, just to make sure everything was perfect.” He blushed, which caused you to blush. No one had ever done anything like this for you, and your heart was swelling at the gesture. You took his hand from across the table and as they rested on the silk tablecloth, you could’ve sworn Ben’s thumb rubbing against the back of your hand still would’ve felt better, even if the silk was threaded with fur.

“Thank you for this.”

He smiled at your appreciation and leant across the table, his chair scraping against the floor as he stood, to kiss you. You met his lips gently and smirked into the kiss. As you were sitting back down, Ben said your name.

“I think I’m falling for you. Like, a lot,” He inhaled deeply. You’d only known Ben for a matter of weeks but you could tell right now that he was nervous.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

The answer was pretty obvious - You’d love to.

***

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toorusquill · 4 years

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match-up for @shaking-hands-with-the-dark

Hello! May I request a Matchup please? I’m female, german, aquarius and 1,59 m tall. I’m not sure about my sexuality. I would guess that I am bi-curious?? My MBTI would be INFJ and my enneagram type would be a 5 (I think). I have long, soft blonde hair and pale skin. My eye color is grey-blue, I wear glasses. I like loose fitting and comfortable clothes, but I also like to dress feminine and wear pastel colors.

I’m shy, introverted, kinda awkward around strangers and to be honest I feel intimidated by people. Which is why I don’t really have a lot of friends, because I feel like I have to be really careful around people.

I am a private person, who has a hard time opening up to someone. I observe, before I act. I have depression and anxiety, which sometimes greatly affects me. I also have trouble sleeping. I try to laugh more often, even though I’m not always optimistic and positive. generally I am a careful and responsible person. If my friends need someone to talk to I will gladly listen to them. If they ask for advice I try to objectively answer and remain neutral.

I will also try to calm them down, because I know how it feels to be anxious and/or panicked and I don’t want them to feel that way, though I am really bad with emotions. I also really like to joke around with my friends, which contains playfully teasing and flirting with each other. If I had to guess I would say I am the weird friend in the group, though you wouldn’t see it at first. I sometimes need time to myself to recharge, so I can’t deal with being around someone 24/7

I love to make others laugh, it kind of fills me with pride. I never intend to offend or hurt anyone, but if I’m annoyed or angry I will be brutaly honest with my opinion, which I normally prefer to keep to myself. I tend to be sarcastic, ironic, kind of blunt, mixed with dark humor and kinda dirty minded I get scared when someone gets close to me emotionally, so I also tend to push people away, which I often feel bad for

Not a lot of people can make me laugh, which is why I think humor is really important in a relationship! I hate to be late (and hate to wait), am mostly organised. I like to watch (often horror) movies, read books (especially thrillers), listen to music (I really love the Neighbourhood! <3) and game occasionally. I love animals, especially cats (I have one myself 😊).

I try my hardest to be kind, polite and understanding. I always am suprised, but feel honored, when people come to me for advice. I daydream and think about a lot of things a lot. I would say I don’t talk too much, but really, I can talk without end, haha. The conversations I have with people that are close to vary between really deep and emotional and completely weird and bizarre, but I love to think about strange things (and maybe jokingly theorize).

I don’t like people, who are overly confident and pushy, so I tend to avoid them as much as possible. I also can’t stand rude and inconsiderate people, don’t be mean to others ☹) I would like my partner to be patient and gentle with me, since I shy away easily. someone I could joke with is also nice.

Thank you so much!! Stay healthy and happy <3

hello, cara! i hope you stay healthy and happy as well.

i match you up with yamaguchi tadashi!

-as shy as he is, i think he’s a little more outgoing than you are! he picks up on all your social cues, and understands when you want to leave a situation if ever someone makes you too uncomfortable. -the first time you met tsukishima was after you guys got together, and he notices that you’re a little bit intimidated by him. he does his absolute best to make sure that tsukishima doesn’t scare you away or anything! it all worked out alright, because the three of you are now all very good friends.

-he’s perceptive of your moods, and he knows when you’re not as happy as you present yourself to be. he’ll try to cheer you up by making you laugh with a sarcastic remark (hey, he’s not as sarcastic as tsukishima but he DOES make quips from time to time), and if that doesn’t work, he’s good at comforting you.

-is capable of leaving you alone when you want to be. he understands that sometimes, you just need your space. he’ll tell you that he’s only one text away if you need anything!

-there are times where he’s the one in need of comforting, and your experience with dealing with people who are anxious helps him a lot! before he goes away for games, or before a match starts, try to have a little ritual with him to keep him calm. hold his hands, try to warm them as much as possible! he gets really jittery.

-he’s into conspiracy theories, and will engage in discourse about them with you. your conversations turn from deep and sensitive to bizarre real fast. If ever you sleep over at his house, these conversations are pillow talk, and you guys fall asleep facing each other.

-enjoys watching horror, and you spend movie nights at each other’s houses trying to find an actual good horror movie.

-he’s very gentle with you. literally the only time he doesn’t speak to you in a soft tone is when he’s joking around with you. he finds dark humor funny as well, so you both get a laugh out of each other.

hope you liked this!

-vera 🌸.

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do you have advice on how to be more of a critical thinker/ tips on how to analyse shows?? bc i love yours but god i couldnt do it even if you paid me, i've got no skills

Oh gosh, thank you, anon! And I highly doubt you have no skills! All of this stuff is both learnt (I watch a truly shocking amount of movies, haha) and something that I genuinely think comes naturally to us as a species. I think humans like stories. I think we see that in historic - particularly Indigenous - traditions of oral storytelling, I think we see that in fairytales and fables, in modern films and TV - - hell, I even think it with tabloids (like, fuck, I kind of love that glossy magazines can build a story out of a celebrity getting a coffee from Starbucks [Not with her BOYFRIEND?? They’re clearly on the rocks, etc etc etc])

With that in mind, I think really learning how to unpack a story comes down to a pretty simple question.

Why?

When it comes to storytelling (and life tbh), everything is a choice that somebody has made - whether that be a writing choice, an acting choice, a costume choice, an art department choice. Somebody has sat down and decided that something looks, sounds, feels the way that it does, and they’ll have a reason for it. Stories aren’t made by accident - they’re the result of a lot of work done by a lot of people - so feel empowered to ask that story questions - interrogate it - really ask it why, because somebody’s work and reasoning is generally behind it (and in my experience - those people love that you notice and want to engage with it, even when you have an opinion that might deviate from their intention).

Like - - okay, lets look at an example.

Beth wears a lot of floral, and her house is decorated with a lot of floral, which means that at least one person has made that choice. Probably a writer, who likely wrote it into a script at some point. Great! Likely though - that writer wrote it into that script, and a costume team and art department / set dressers ran with it and then doubled down on it, so now we have multiple creatives making an active creative choice to decorate Beth and Beth’s life in floral.

Why would they do that? What do floral prints mean?

Well, floral is culturally and socially something that is very feminine, and often heavily associated with beauty and motherhood (gosh, just think of any sort of mother’s day card or promotion). Flowers are also something that can represent a blossoming (which I think you could genuinely argue with Beth), and certain flowers represent very specific things - like lilies (innocence), daisies (youth), roses (love) or poppies (death) - none of the latter are relevant in this situation, but you get the gist.

Beth dresses in a range of floral, which implies they’re going for a broader association with it - unlike, say, American Beauty, which used recurring rose imagery to directly contradict the idea of ‘love’ - which takes us back to the original point - femininity, beauty and motherhood, and they use it to draw a very stark parallel to the life it is that Beth’s actually living. She’s wearing floral when she’s arguing with FBI agents, or as a costume with other mothers. It’s being used to amplify the contrast between what it is she’s doing and the image that she wants to project to the world / arguably the woman that she is.

What I’m getting at, is that if you notice an image, or an item that’s recurring, just let yourself think about it.

So let’s try again.

Let’s think about Beth’s bourbon, or Rio’s gun.

These are two items that the writers keep putting in front of us, which means that they mean something to them, and therefore the characters and the story.

Why?

Well, season one establishes that Beth drinks bourbon usually after a long day, when she’s criming with the girls, when she’s just really fucking done. This is reiterated in season two, and then it’s something that Rio learns about her, orders her, and deliberately leaves her when he takes back her money.

Season one told us that bourbon is what Beth drinks when she’s at her rawest and her most vulnerable. Rio knowing that narratively, is telling us that Rio knows Beth.

Like I said in an earlier post, Rio’s gun has a lot of weight to it, and is typically accompanied with a shift in narrative tension. So why would that be? Well, the gun is dangerous. It represents Rio at his most dangerous. If it represents Rio at his most dangerous, it means that it generally also represents Rio at his most powerful, so you can infer from that that the gun is symbolic of power, which particularly comes into play when he gives it to Beth in 1.10 and again in 2.13. Rio’s giving Beth power which she gives back to him in 2.01, and seizes and then actually gives to Turner in 2.13 (which is very interesting to me generally, haha).

So yeah! I guess asking a story why, and paying attention to recurring imagery - both physical and more symbolic, is probably my biggest recommendation of where to start. If you notice an image repeating too, and don’t know what it means, feel empowered to google it too! There’s no shame in that. I’ve done that plenty of times, haha, because we can’t all be across everything after all. ;-)

Otherwise, I’d really suggest listening to podcasts or interviews, and watching things that help to break down stories and creative and story-business process.

In particular, I really love TheNerdWriter and Lindsay Ellis on YouTube, I also watch/listen to a lot of interviews with writers and directors through things like The Hollywood Reporter roundtables, and podcasts like Australian Screenwriters, Scriptnotes, How Did This Get Made (which is v funny). I’m also going to do a shameless plug here, haha, and say that I have a very-amateur podcast (full disclaimer - our audio quality can be not-great) with a friend too called Lady Parts which is about genre films, but particularly about roles and representations of women in those genre films.

There are also some pretty amazing books out there too. An entry-level one is Film Art (which is unfortunately a bit expensive!) but is an incredible resource full of screencaps and script pages which helps to break down choices and storytelling and imagery, and Wonderbook by Jeff VanderMeer (who wrote Annihilation!) which is more about writing, but is an incredible resource for understanding story generally.

I hope that’s a helpful start, anon! And if anyone has any other tips, you should leave ‘em in the comments :-)

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