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cyrusthedragon · 10 months
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Gentleman
Teen And Up Audience
Let's talk about Simon Riley being a gentleman for you but not the way we usually think about gentlemen.
Relationship: Simon "Ghost" Riley / f!Reader
Tags: domestic fluff, no "Ghost", established relationship, married couple, playful bullying, newborn children, Simon Riley being BIG and SOFT (and bullied), husband material
Please, comment if you liked it, it means a lot to me!
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Reader is from a rich family, but still joined the military
Reader and Simon serve(d) together
Simon Riley without his mask
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AO3
Stand up so you can sit down; take off your outer clothes; pull up a chair for you; kiss the back of your hand; do not raise voice at you; if you walk on the sidewalk, then stand by the road; make sure you feel comfortable when you go out; if you bend over to pick up something under the table, then cover the corner of the table with his hand; lay his head on your shoulder just because; make two cups of tea anyway; try to say when he feels uncomfortable (not just swallow it cuz he don't wanna bother you! mister it's-not-that-deep); talk with you when something is wrong; when you look good — say out loud that you look good; ask if you need some help and actually help you, massage your tired feet.
Yeah, he doesn't really know about the etiquette and other stuff, but he knows exactly how to cherish you, trying so hard to give you that normal life he knows you deserve, even though he's so dumb that he didn't really understand you do not need 'normal life', you're as battle-scarred as he is, you just need life with him. Civilian or not, you don't give a damn about it, maybe he didn't know how to use that god-awful melon spoon, but it's okay as long as he is happy, cuz the melon spoon never was so necessary. You just love watching him, so clumsy with small and delicate things, that you can't help but just stay silent and admire how he's trying to deal with that nappy for your tiny little newborn baby daughter, who literally can completely fit in two his palms.
He was big compared to normal guy, was huge compared to you, and now he's damn giant compared to your daughter.
"Fatherhood suits you," you said, looking at him from the threshold, and laughed when he literally shuddered. The man on purpose lowered his guard down, 'cause he felt himself safe with you. Both of you, now.
"The hell are you tolkin' about... Help me instead, I can't understand how this shit works.." grumpy, messy, baby powder on his cheek, brows furrowed. If Johnny saw him right now, he'd definitely shit his pants from how scary Simon looked at that poor nappy, like it, idk, killed his beloved puppy. But as how scary it was for everyone esle, as much it was funny for you; you couldn't resist your laugh coming out, trying to hide your face with your palm, when he looked at you as severely as physically possible.
And blushed.
"Shut up."
You smiled at him widely, coming closer: "I said nothing, baby." but that wasn't true. Technically, that wasn't a lie, too. You said a lot of things, but not with words. "You can't handle one diaper?"
"I didn't say I can't handle it, dammit," he groaned, focussing on swaddling the baby who couldn't stop giggling and twitching from side to side; you rested your elbow on his shoulder, and he theatrically sighed, looking at his daughter: "Rocket fuel in your veins..." and, stooping to kiss her on her belly, added: "Just like your mother."
"I don't get it, are you bullying her?" before he realized it, you pucked girl up. She giggled, sucking on her own petit fingers, moving her legs. "You're bullying my daughter, Simon?"
"Oh goodness, love..." he clicked, you cackled, holding baby closer and moving two steps away from him, "you wanna start a fight now?"
"I don't", but considering how you smiled and looked at your daughter's very pleased reaction, you obviously wanted this: "Do you?"
"I don't," he answered, "but if you're going to continue whatever you're doing, I'm-"
"You what?" and you moved the child in your arms accompanied by her contented laughter, so Simon could see it:
You sly thing.
He can't do with you anything when you're holding the baby.
"What, you swallowed your tongue, darling?" your footsteps were coming closer to the living room, and he followed at your heels, looking almost the same as on the military, about to scold one of his soldiers. "Love..." almost growled, making the baby laugh harder, clapping; the fluff on her head swayed when you moved left and right, skirting the furniture: "Love?" you repeated after him, looking directly into his eyes without a single blink, "Now I'm love?"
"You always were my love..."
"No, five seconds ago you were threatening me!" you smiled, moving your gaze to your daughter. "He was threatening your mama, sunshine, look at him!"
"No-o!" Simon exclaimed, holding out his hands to the little one, "Princess, don't listen to her! She's lying! She was bullying me!"
"Bullying you? How can I bully you? I'm a victim here!"
"You're not!"
"Of course I am, princess saw how you were telling me you're going to do something!-" laughter, quick steps, radio talking in the kitchen, child's giggle, Simon's sighs, and two grown-ass adults argument in which each of you tried to convince a three-month-old child which of you is really a victim.
Was that the life you were expecting from joining the military?
No.
That was the life that Simon Riley gave you without your request. He just was there, silently, very bad at any good feelings, not knowing what exactly to say or how to act in some situations, learning from you by just watching how you talked with everyone, and simply remembering small things. From small things about how to interact with people, who are not broken as fu-. Ahem. To small things about you, and one day he understood — you became his healing pill. Somehow, by doing literally nothing, only existing in the same universe as him, winking to him, talking to him — actually talking, not just having some nonsense chat about the weather or your job, but discussing with him, asking about his opinion, you became a person who was so damn comfortable to him, that he couldn't deny how he's attached to you anymore.
This man appeared in your life like a silent company, then your partner on missions, then your partner for life, then your husband, and then the father of your child.
And now you were testing his limits, 'cause you wanted so.
This girl in your hands — she was the third most precious woman in his life, after his mother and you, and you knew exactly what you were doing by teasing him, not letting him go closer to you, or take her from your hands.
"What? What? Wanna say you're not bullying me? Princess, look-"
"No, princess, don't. Look at your daddy, daddy loves you, daddy would never bully your mommy."
"Liar!"
And then once again: he sighs, you giggle, baby girl made her baby sound, and the three of you were whirled around the house, from room to room, until finally, he cornered you. Literally. You pressed yourself into the corner of the bedroom with your whole body, never stop smiling, but knowing for sure that this man would not leave it so easily. You blinked, he towered over you like a mountain, put his hand on the wall and you automatically bit your lower lip, chuckling: "Are we like... In some kind of third-rate young adult drama?"
"Give her to me. Now."
A hoarse, hot, deep voice sounded right in front of you. His blue eyes into yours, and you had to tilt your head to keep eye contact, but it was completely worth it.
"Or what?" you whispered; the little one's eye's shifted from you to her father, from him to you again, Simon leaned over to you, and before this whole situation started to get too spicy, you quickly gave him the child and came out from under his quite skillful confident kabe-don. Ah, but you remember times when he was too shy to kiss you... "You can have her," you said, looking innocent, watching him trying to handle girl as delicate as possible, hissing at your actions as if scolding because you simply cannot treat such tiny, fragile creatures like that.
You can break her!
He.
Scolding you.
For not being gentle.
He.
Holding her so, so gently, carefully, holding her head straight, because she didn't know how to do it yet, frowning at you, you, an irresponsible woman!
This behemoth of a man with such a little girl in his hands.
"She's already daddy's girl, isn't she?" You murmured. Simon put her on the changing pad, you followed him. "Try again," you said, when he took the open diaper.
He sucked air deep into his lungs and began to swaddle this little giggly monster.
Action after action, extreme care, total concentration, as if he was defusing a bomb, unblinking stare until the last details, and only when girl was laying there, completely swaddled, with a pacifier in her mouth, he exhaled, closing his eyes.
"Holy f-..."
"Good job! It was that hard, baby?" You chuckled, stroking his back, when he turned to you, hugging your waist softly. "No," he whispered, breathing in your scent, mixed with perfume and the smell of a hair conditioner, "I was trying not to hurt her. She's so tiny..."
Oh, that man drove you crazy.
The level of happiness in your blood exceeded all permissible norms, you pressed into him, cheek on his cheek for a second, and kissed his cheekbone, smiling like a fool.
Or it was just him?
Big protective fool, so scared to hurt his little daughter...
You love him like this: in your arms, mumbling about how afraid he is that one day he'll do something to her, due to miscalculated strength. You weren't afraid. You knew he simply won't let it happen.
"You wouldn't." You answered, gently running your fingers through his short blonde hair, "Wanna know why?"
Simon looked into your eyes, moving away a little, so you could see him properly: "Why?"
You smiled: "Because she's our daughter," and before he let himself relax, you added, grinning nastily: "If you'll ever try to hurt her, she'll kick your ass, like it's a fucking football, darling."
Well.
Maybe... Just maybe... Maybe he wasn't a liar...
Maybe you truly enjoyed bullying him, so he can "get angry" and finally shut you up with the most delicious kiss in the world.
Simon's lips pressed to yours, your hands over his hot red cheeks, because someone's still too easy to tease, his hands around your waist, just to be sure you're not going anywhere, your eyes closed so you can remember every moment, every note of his taste. And the softness, but the conference of his movements.
Simon Riley was the best example of the word "self-control".
You never saw an another man with such power over himself that he can hold the most fragile teacup tightly and not break it.
And he was afraid?
He?
Oh, you were planning to live a life beside him and for once and for all make him see how amazing he really was.
Yes, he doesn't have some fancy private university diploma, maybe he's not a philosophy Ph.D., but, god forgive me, was he less incredible because of it? Not even a little.
He doesn't know about a melon spoon, he doesn't really like all these luxurious restaurants, he can tell nothing about Gucci house, then fuck it, fuck it all, fuck the etiquette, fuck high table manners, fuck meticulous elegance, prim ideality — the way Simon kissed you, keep you close, the way he looked at you with his eyes go wild, the way he was sucking your scent, burying his face in your neck, after holding your common child, as if both of you were priceless treasures from the depths of the sea.
Squeezing you, carefully touching her chubby pink cheek with a pad of his finger, and slowly, lightly kissing the back of your hand, pressing her close while rocking.
Yeah, he wasn't a gentleman.
He didn't have a fantastic talent for anything, couldn't distinguish Manet from Monet, and mathematics wasn't one of his strengths.
But he had his stubbornness, willpower, desire, and love for work.
Simon Riley was a hard-worker.
And that's exactly what you love in him.
"We should..." you swallowed, licking your lower lip after that disastrous kiss he gave you, "We should go on a date..."
"Why so?" just his hoarse voice made you snuggle into him, hugging his neck so tightly, as if you wanted to kill him with your own hands — that's how much you loved him. But you did nothing.
Just breathing heavily, feeling him lift you by your hips, seating you on the windowsill in your bedroom. "Because," you murmured, smacking him on the lips, "I want you to eat molecular crap in your only black suit, and grumble that this berry foam is not a real food."
And when you laughed, already hearing his old man's grumbling, his huge hands grabbed your waist again, squeezing tightly, as if purposely ignoring your mouth-watering sides.
You told Simon last morning that even though it's been three months since you gave birth, your pelvis still hurts sometimes —
Oh.
What a gentle man he was...
Haha.
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mattsdae · 8 months
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help wanted part 4
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read part 1, part 2, and part 3
tags: joe young x masc reader , leather/latex , frotting , making out , nipple play (?) , reader likes joe’s tits but can we really blame him , gambling ig , honestly not a lot happens , mostly fluff and plot shit
synopsis: joe looks good in his new costume, but reader feels like he’s being… watched.
word count: ~5.4k
a/n: sorry for the long wait! hopefully this is at least a little worth the 3 weeks with zero updates lol also i’m using readers forgetfulness to my advantage cuz idk any of the side characters names so i just wrote that reader doesn’t know anyones names.
joe was asleep by the time the lion king ended. turns out, crying your eyes out for the entire morning was tiring, so he took a little nap. the only issue was that he fell asleep on your shoulder. he was worried about you, so he got nice and close, cuddling up and falling asleep.
you had to sit through his nap, which sucked since the remote was out of reach and you couldn’t put another movie on. you sat still, listening to his little snores as he clung onto your arm. you let boredom (and comfort) take over, falling asleep with him on the couch.
you woke up a few hours later, curled up with a blanket over you. at first, you didn’t question it, rolling over and pulling the sheet up to your chin. it took a second, but you suddenly remembered joe. you popped up, looking over the living and dining room. you looked at the coffee table, finding a handwritten note.
Y/N,
you fell asleep, so i decided to go. i rewinded the tape for you! i had a lot of fun. we should do this more often!
:)
joseph young
you didn’t realize, but you smiled as you read the note. he had nice handwriting, simple but neat cursive that was still easily legible. he put a proper signature at the bottom as if it were a legal document, which only made you smile more. it was endearing to say the least. you kept the note, putting it in your bedside table drawer.
as you tidied up the tapes, you started to make up excuses in your head for what happened. it wasn’t like it was a date or anything. all you did was watch movies, it wasn’t a big deal. even though it ended with his head on your shoulder, so what? you could excuse all of it. you decided to ignore the dry humping and the fact that you came to the thought of loving him.
later that day, you got a call from dave talking about another orgazmo film you were going to do lighting for. you agreed a little too quick before catching the date and time. now, it was that date and time. you were talking to one of the prop designers, leaned up against the wall outside as you smoked a cigarette.
“honestly, i don’t get it, but maxxx asked for it so here i am.” he took a drag from his own cigarette. like most people on set, you didn’t know his name. people come and go pretty often, so you learned to tune out any names. it’s gotten to the point now that you can’t remember who anyone is, even if they’ve stayed around for months. usually, it gets to the point where it’s too awkward to ask.
“so is it supposed to be sexy? the whole orgasm-inator thing or whatever it’s called?” he shrugged with a smile.
“maxxx is into some weird shit, dude. i wouldn’t put it past him.” you nodded, smiling as you remembered multiple examples of his weird fetishes.
“y/n! need you in here!” dave called out. you answered before putting your cigarette out and going inside.
“what do you need-“
you cut yourself off, staring at joe as he spoke to the costume designer. he was wearing a new outfit, one made of latex or possibly leather. either way, it was tight fitting and shiny, hugging every inch of him perfectly. his shoulders and arms were exposed, which weirdly turned you on more than anything. you’d seen his dick, yeah, but never his bare arms.
he was muscular, much stronger than his loose button ups and long sleeves showed. his chest hair poked over the material, bringing attention to his expose collarbones. you felt insane, getting worked up over something like arms and collarbones. like an early englishman calling women harlot’s for exposing their ankle.
“you good?” you blinked, brought back to reality as dave snapped his fingers in front of you. your face heated, quickly adjusting yourself for no particular reason. “i just need you to set another umbrella by the couch.”
you nod, quickly getting to work to avoid any more suspicious. just as you tightened the knob, locking the angle in place, joe walked up.
“hey!” he grinned. you smile subconsciously.
“hey..” you hummed. you blushed, realizing you deepened your voice like a middle schooler trying to impress his crush. he giggled.
“why does your voice sound like that?” his eyes twinkled, a large grin on his face as he asked. you almost smiled just looking at him, but you stopped yourself.
“uhh, i’m a little sick.” you committed, keeping your voice weirdly raspy and deep. you felt your face warm up as you heard someone nearby huff out a small laugh.
“oh, really? are you okay?” his eyes widened, concerned. you shook your head, turning away to mess with the already set up light.
“yeah, i’m fine.” you turned away, squatting down in attempt to end the conversation. he put his hand on your shoulder.
“are you sure? you need to get some rest if you don’t feel well.” you shook your head, avoiding looking at him in case you spaced out again.
“i’m fine, joe. i promise.” your voice faultered. finally, you looked up at him. he always had a pout, a small downturn of his lips that only got more exaggerated with strong emotions like worry. you kept eye contact, refusing to look anywhere else.
“okay..” he leaned back. you went back to your job of acting busy, only for him to stay put. “did you see my new costume? it’s a little weird, right?”
“yeah, i saw it.” of coarse you saw it, it was the first thing you witnessed when you opened the door and yeah, it was weird. that’s why you were so freaked out about being turned on by it. “it looks good.”
“really? it’s a little.. tight.” you didn’t look, but you heard his hand run over the costume, likely trying to point out where it was tight. you refused to look, knowing what would happen if you did.
“i think it looks fine, man.” you keep your gaze away. he says a small hmph before walking away. you kept doing your work, finishing whatever dave asked you to do. eventually, you had a break and went outside for another smoke.
you heard the backdoor open slowly and shut just the same. you knew who it was, you didn’t even have to look. you felt joe walk closer, stopping a few feet away. you glance, catching a look at his costume in broad daylight. it looked just as hot as it did inside.
“are you okay?” joe asked. you nod.
“yeah. why?”
“you just.. you’re acting weird. ever since we kissed, you’ve been avoiding me and you didn’t even look at me when i was talking to you earlier..” you kept your head down, unable to say what was so clearly on your mind. “are you mad at me?”
“no! of coarse not! i just.. i dunno. i’m just not my normal self right now, you know?” he nods. he crossed his arms, subconsciously covering himself. “i think the costume looks great. sorry for not saying it earlier.”
“you think so?” he lit up, now smiling.
“yeah. you look really nice. can i say something? and promise you won’t laugh.” he agreed. “i wasn’t looking at you ‘cause i was worried i’d get hard.” you heard shuffling above you, but you decided to ignore it.
“really?” he beamed, clearly excited by the fact that you found him sexy. you nod. “i didn’t know people were into this stuff.. so you like this?”
the truth was, it wasn’t the outfit that turned you on; it was his body. the way it hugged every little curve perfectly and showed off parts of his body you never thought to notice. it showed how strong and sturdy his body is, contrasting his sweet gaze. it was whiplash, switching between eye contact to checking his body, going from an innocent little mormon boy to a strong man.
“yeah, i guess i do.” that was an easier answer. he nods, looking away. you flick your cigarette, glancing over his body again. “can i touch you?”
“hm?” you didn’t even mean for the question to come out, but with it now floating in the air, you committed.
“can i touch you? i think you look really nice and i.. i want to feel it.” you chewed on your lip as you waited for an answer. you glanced up above you, noticing the suspicious open window directly above the two of you. he looked around before taking your hand and leading you inside. as you two walked through the door, everyone looked before quickly averting their gaze. you blushed, narrowing your eyes as the entire crew acted busy while joe dragged you up the stairs and into a makeshift dressing room, which was just a bedroom with only a futon and different clothes hung up.
“where do you want to touch?” he asked, shutting the door behind you and locking. you glanced down his body, struggling to choose. deciding against answering, you instead responded by kissing him, pulling him close by the back of his neck and leading him to the futon.
as joe sat, you straddled him, legs planting on either side and holding him still. his hands moved to your waist, holding you as well. while his thumb rubbed circles onto your hip, you explored. your palms, sweaty from anxiety, squeaked over the material. he hummed.
“you look so good, baby..” he huffed as you felt over his chest, brushing over his nipples. “just can’t get enough of you, can i?”
he nods in agreement, unaware of the subtext. a subtle confession. you circle your hips, slowly grinding against him as he did before. he whined, fingers digging into your sides. you pull back from the kiss, glancing over him. his face was pink, rosy cheeks matching his flushed chest. his forearms tensed as he moved your hips himself, frustrated by your recess.
“you’re just too much.” another quick confession that could be covered up. you tried to stay professional, avoiding any hint of your true feelings, but you weren’t sure joe would notice if you were being obvious.
one of your hands wandered to his face, holding his jaw and cheek before returning to the kiss. it felt just as intimate and experimental as the first time. joe gripped your hips, still pushing and pulling. your brushed his nipple again, making him whimper. you pull away, looking at him.
“can i touch you here? is it okay?” you gave a little pinch to make the message a little clearer. he whines, nodding. you closed the gap, hand moving away from his jaw and to the straps of his costume. you slowly undressed him, studying how every touch felt. his arm lifted, letting you take it off. his skin was smooth, gentle and soft in contrast with the muscles underneath.
you removed the other strap, moving it low enough to expose his chest. you nearly drooled at the sight. the shock made you realize how little you’ve seen of him. even though you’ve seen his most private area, you still didn’t get the privilege to see the rest of him. his shoulders tensed, shy under your gaze.
“you look so pretty,” you hum. he nods, reassured. considering you were ‘straight’ only a month ago, you were shocked by how infatuated you were. his chest flushed, rising and falling slowly as he looked over you at the same time. his hands moved under your shirt, exploring your skin. you buried your face in his neck, moaning into his flesh as he massaged. you kissed, licking over the muscle and causing him to squirm.
“off..” he mumbled, pulling at your shirt. you pull back and he lets go of the material. you chuckle, leading his hands back to the hem.
“if you want it off, you gotta take it off.” he makes eye contact, expression nervous and seeking approval. you nod. he lifts the shirt over your head and looks at your abdomen. he stares.
“you’re skinny.” you start to laugh, which makes him shy. “no, i didn’t- you’re shirt..”
“it’s fine, baby.” he’d never seen you with a shirt or pants that actually fit, usually 2 or 3 sizes too big. he was confused by it, you could tell by the fact that he offered to give you extra shirts he had that would fit better when you first met him. his hands found their way to your waist. he squeezed, making you squirm and giggle.
“you’re ticklish?” he grinned. you shook your head, straightening your expression and pushing his hands off.
“nah, man. i’m not-“ he grabbed at your sides again. you whined, trying to wiggle away as one of his arms wrapped around your hip and held you still. you pushed against his chest as he smiled up at you. he let go after a few seconds.
“you’re such a liar!” he giggled as you complained. you felt a twinge in your chest, guilt burning for just a moment before he kissed you again, cutting off your rambling. a small smile formed, melting into his touch as he started to unbutton your jeans. your hands hovered over his, waiting for him to go for your sides again, but he was far too focused on what was in your pants.
you reached for his chest again, making him whine as he touched your cock over your boxers. he was gentle, almost scared to hurt you or make you uncomfortable. you grind into his hand with a moan, confirmation to keep going. you stayed attached to his chest, circling his areola. he shivered, bringing a smile to your face.
“you sensitive there?” you teased. he nodded, head kept low as he moaned. he touched you the same way you did him, trying to mimick each move in the same order. his thumb rubbed just under the tip, you moaning in response. “come on, baby. touch me. please?”
he obeys, sliding your boxers low enough to expose you to him. he stared for a few seconds, watching as you twitched in his palm. you whined, pinching his nipple to make him move. he moaned, his cock now twitching from within his suit.
“why don’t you touch yourself, too?” you suggested. he glanced up as you took a hold of his hand, tracing over each indent on his palm. “you got big hands, i’m sure you can hold both at the same time.”
he nods, also pulling his pants just low enough to expose himself. you bit your lip at the sight, watching him pull your hips closer. he hooked his thumb onto his cock before taking a hold of yours, pressing them together. you moan as he moves his hand slowly. he nodded, taking your moan as verbal encouragement and quickly jerking both of you off.
your hips bucked, thrusting into his fist every so often as you fondled his chest. you buried your face in his neck, licking the skin before attaching your lips. he moaned, his free hand grabbing onto your bicep. you pinched again.
“there.. just like that.” you moan into his mouth, mumbling praises as he sped up, desperation taking over sensuality. you whined as he moved away from your lips, pressing his face into your shoulder. he moaned rythmically, just as you did. you lifted his chin, pushing his head back before dipping down.
he gasped when you licked over his nipple, teeth grazing over it as he grabbed onto your hair. he twitched, the jump made evident by your touching cocks. you moaned as well, the brief friction taking you by suprise. you suckled on his breast, just like you did to girls. he whined as you did so, unable to decide between watching and throwing his head back in pleasure.
“i’m.. i think i’m close-“ joe whined, gripping harder as he did the same to your cocks, desperately moving up and down. you moan at the admission.
“you think you can wait for me?” he nearly wailed, making you smile against his chest.
“pleaseee..”
“kiss me. i’ll cum faster if you kiss me.” he quickly grabbed onto your hair, pulling you up and pressing his lips to yours. you melted, openly moaning into his mouth as you throbbed within his grip. he kept pulling, remembering how much you loved it before. he took advantage of it, yanking at your locks passionately.
before you knew it, you were cumming all over your own bare chest and his latex costume. he moaned as you did, rushing to catch up and cum at the same time. he succeeded, pulling your hair one last time as his hips stuttered against his own fist. it was overwhelming. his hand in your hair, fist squeezing your cocks together as it moved, his lips against yours. it was all too much.
you whined, softening in his grip as he slowly lets go. he whimpered, too. your cocks lazily pressed together, just barely overstimulating both of you. you finally pull away, ending the kiss. he looked up at you, pupils blown and eyes wide.
“what?” you ask, wondering why he looked at you that way. his expression didn’t change as his eyes flicked between each of your features.
“i know you’re a boy but..” he trails off. his hand reached up to your face, his thumb running over each of his favorite features. he parted your lips, noting their reddish hue after kissing, before caressing your cheeks while looking into your eyes. it was intimate, letting someone caress your face while pointing out their favorite features with each touch. you flushed under his gaze. “you’re pretty.”
“you think so?” you didn’t mean to ask the question, it slipping out before you could catch it. you voice was soft, barely above a whisper. he nods. you felt hot, heat suddenly overwhelming you as he looked away from your eyes and studied your features ahain. there’s a moment where both of you watch eachother, you being too scared to even think about what he meant. eventually, you pulled apart and cleaned up.
filming felt awkward now. for some reason, it felt like everyone was watching you. filming ended and while joe usually left soon after wrapping, he stayed behind, waiting for you to leave. at first, you didn’t understand why he’d stay, but he quickly made it clear as he made conversation.
“i’m hungry. do you want to get something after you’re done? my treat!” he smiled at you. you agree absentmindedly. “can we get mcdonalds? i heard the big mac’s good!”
“you heard?” you chuckle as he confirms. “so you’ve never been to mcdonalds?”
“no. my mom always cooked for us ‘cause that’s what a woman is supposed to do.” you grimace.
“you know, women can do other things, right?”
“yeah, but that’s what my mom and dad always said.” you decide to leave it there, too tired to explain feminism to him. you were frustrated anyway, considering you were left alone to clean up all by yourself. you assumed most of the actors left, but the film crew should be helping disassemble everything. you knew the lazy assholes maxxx hired as help usually fucked off and waited for you to finish, but at least dave would help. even he was nowhere to be seen.
joe stayed behind as you did a final sweep to make sure everything was reset. you found one of the doors shut and a distant rumble of voices behind it, a suspicious sight considering you assumed everyone was gone. you opened, slowly poking your head in and finding the entire crew, actors included, standing around yelling at eachother.
“no, dude! did you see the way they were looking at eachother? they’re totally fucking!” a voice called back, continuing a conversation you missed the first half of.
“man’s looks in love! they’re totally dating!” a girl spoke up.
“why not both? you’re acting like it’s one or the other!” you stepped in, shutting the door behind you as you entered.
“i swear! they were flirting outside and y/n was complimenting him!” you furrowed your brow, just barely recognizing your name in the sea of words.
“i just don’t see him as the type.. i mean he doesn’t even look gay. also, didn’t he fuck ava?”
“he probably likes both, dude. dave likes guys and girls, too.”
“he’ll fuck anything as long as it has a pulse. either way, joe’s the queer one of the two.” joe? why were they talking about him? you glared at the man who said it, who quickly realized you were listening in and stopped talking.
“what’s going on?” you asked slowly, watching as a few people held their hands behing their back. you stepped forward, looking at the producer, who turned with you to avoid showing his backside. “what are you holding?”
“uhhh…” you grabbed for his wrist, making a 100 dollar bill fall to the ground. you paused, staring at the cash as some people snuck out of the room. “why are you holding that?”
“y/n, it’s fine.” dave spoke up, directing your attention towards him. he was sat at a fold up table, a shoebox next to him along with a clipboard with multiple columns and rows. “it’s just a friendly little bet. gotta keep morale up, right?”
“what’s the bet?” at this point, the room was almost fully empty as everyone escaped. you and dave stared at eachother, him smiling innocently. he looked away for a second, fiddling with the corner of the paper.
“i just want to preface by saying, i didn’t tell anyone anything.” you furrowed your brow, only getting more confused. he slid over the clipboard. on the paper, you four columns, each labeled.
not gay | fucking | dating | both.
the worst part was, fucking was the most betted. you stared, mouth agape. “everyone saw you eyeing up joe the last couple of times you worked together, so when people started talking, i told them to put their money where their mouth is. most people thought you just had a fat crush on joe, but lily said she saw you guys flirting outside, which kinda skewed the vote.. everyone wanted to change their votes, but rules are rules. they know they can’t-“
“you’re fucking with me, right?” he paused before shaking his head. “how long has this been going on?!”
“yeah, well, people noticed how you changed your shirt in the middle of filming and how you stared at him. not to mention the fact that he’s waiting for you to finish putting everything away so you could go out. there’s actually a lot of proof. he keeps dragging you off into his dressing room, you spaced out when you first saw him in that costume..”
you stared in disbelief, unable to even find an excuse. everyone was watching. everyone knew you liked him and everyone assumed he liked you. you felt sick. the idea of the entire crew and a legion of pornstars betting on yours and joe’s queerness made you ill.
“obviously, i’m the bookie because it’d be cheating for me to vote since.. you know.” you cringed. “but it’s all for fun! i promise there isn’t any malicious intent.”
“you’re making a bet off of me and joe being gay, that sounds pretty malicious.” dave shrugged.
“it’s not out of ill-will. it’s just a fun bet-“
“about me and joe being gay?”
“yes!” you scoff, grabbing onto your hair and groaning.
“you have to call it off, dude. if joe finds out-“
“he’s not gonna find out-“
“if joe finds out,” you emphasize. “he’s gonna freak out.”
“how do you know? he seems pretty into you. he probably thinks you guys are already dating.” you rolled your eyes at the assumption.
“joe just got ex-communicated. if he finds out that what we’re doing is gay..” dave laughed, a large grin spreading as he held onto his chest.
“what? he really believes that bullshit you spew about just being friends?!” you glared, ready to argue back before he interrupted. “i know you think you know joe well, but be honest with yourself. you barely know the dude outside of sex, how would you know how he feels about being gay. did he ever mention the idea of being gay as a bad thing?”
you stayed quiet, realizing that no, he hadn’t said being gay is a bad thing. even when he questioned it, he never said it was wrong. he called it a sin once, but he easily could have meant masturbation. you looked away.
“maybe try talking to him. you know, not about how hot he looks in latex.” you flushed. “ava said you two were gonna go out to get something to eat, so you got the perfect opportunity. bring him to mcdonalds, get him some shitty nuggets and a big mac, large fry too, and ask him about himself. spend some time together. actually do something that doesn’t involve sex.”
you glared, genuinely angry at dave for assuming what you knew about joe. you hands trembled a bit before you huffed and walked off. you stormed down the stairs and found joe, sat cross-legged on the ground, poking around at some of the cameras. he jumped back when he saw you, quickly putting it back into place.
“oh, hey! did you see everyone? i thought they all left and they came down the steps, but they were acting all weird. did you talk to th-“
“let’s go.” you grabbed his hand, practically dragging him towards your car. “what do you want from mcdonalds? you said a big mac, right?”
“oh, uhhh.. i heard the nuggets are good-“
“whatever you want. you can get nuggets, a burger, a fuckin’ mcrib, i don’t care. it’s on me.” joe nods, following quickly as you opened the car door for him. he thanks you and you quickly get in on the other side, rushing to the nearest mcdonalds.
there was a few minutes of silence, you too angry to start speaking and him feeling the rage radiating off of you. you tried to think of an ice breaker. it was awkward, realizing that dave was right. you didn’t know anything about joe. you knew what he looked like and where he liked to be touched, but nothing personal. you cleared your throat.
“so.. tell me about yourself.”
he did. he talked about his childhood, being a middle child with 5 siblings. he talked about his mom, how she loved cooking and he always wanted to help, but she’d shoo him off and say it was a womans job. he talked about being mormon, what growing up was like within the mormon faith, he even mentioned a girl he was supposed to marry before they broke up. he also talked about what he liked and what he wanted to do. turns out, he always thought video games were cool, which started a conversation about your playstation and the games you had.
you got several things from mcdonalds, creating a buffet for the two of you when you got back to your place. you showed him the games you talked about and taught him how to play tony hawk’s pro skater 2. he loved it and you did too. both of you fell asleep on the couch, him laying on your chest while you played, mumbling to him about techniques, even though he was clearly unconscious. the next day, you hung out some more. you made breakfast together, went out to the mall together, got lunch together. it was amazing and by the end of the day, joe stood awkwardly outside your car door, fingers twiddling.
“so.. i’ll see you again, right?” you nod. he looks down. you took what dave said to heart, refusing to have sex with him during your time spent. you were sure that’s what he was thinking about. he had fun, but the one thing you two were comfortable doing was excluded.
“if you want to come by, just let me know. i had fun.” joe nods. there’s a moment of silence, only the crickets chirping making noise. he circles your car, going to the driver side. you roll down the window. “what are you-“
he kissed you. a quick peck like a couple would do before parting. he pulled away, taking in your features for a split second before rushing to his car and leaving. you flushed. maybe he did like you.
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channelinglament · 1 year
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Eyyy Happy birthday to me <3
Let's pretend that you share birthday with me if it's not your bday today
if you do share it with me, then happy birthday to you too!<33
This is a small birthday special...blurb? Idk
All the gifs were made by @hitechlatte
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Raph
Probably was preparing for it for a whole 2 weeks
He got you a gift card, a gift (I think he tried cooking for you but failed and endned up buying you a teddy bear), your fave flowers and of course - Himself.
By that I mean he literally follows you around doing anything with you.
You two probably went to park (or Todd if you like animals/puppies) and lost the track of time. He didn't really let you walk btw
it's your day, whether you celebrate it or not, he's here to make it better <3
It's your special day after all
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Leo
I feel like he had a whole plan for the day since first knowing when your bday was.
I think he didn't really sleep
He made Mikey cook, bought you something cool and weird, probably made something himself! Portales you somewhere nowhere, had adventure with you, congratulated you two surviving it, dedicated a whole poem for you and ofcourse- Pizza
He made you a pizza, giant one
Probably made your favorite or just mashed whatever you like to eat together even though it may not go together well
Anything else, like cake - made by Mikey
You too had a crazy day
If you prefer quiet peaceful days, then you two watched shows/played whatever you like to play/ doing your hobby, eating your favorite food, and just enjoyed each other's company.
Basically his gift to you was this amazing memory of this day ☆
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Donnie
Same as Leo-
Made you a robot similar to Shelldon, now you have two have 2 kids
Ordered your favorite food
You two played video games! And watched some cool or awful sows to diss on them and laugh at how bad it is.
I also think he asked you what you want and bough you it?
Two words: Lazer tag (?)
You know, like the one where April met Sunita. I think it's called Lazer tag, if not then sorry :")
He wore his purple Hoodia and went playing
You won.
You spent a lot of time together, just chatting and making yourself superior lmao
Best birthday ever lmao (I like winning-)
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Mikey
My goodness, he probably is the best when it comes to birthdays-
He cooks all, and I mean ALL your favorite dishes/foods
It doesn't matter that don't go together, you like it? That's all that matters
You can eat ice cream and cake and then pizza and then goulash and etc lmao
You probably visited your favorite places, did your hobbies together (if you're an artist too, you were both doing whatever art you're in for! Or all-)
He probably made you a painting-
I hc that he has a camera memory so he could draw you without you being nearby
That's his gift
One of them-
He probably also made you the "love you like a candy note"
Uhh idk how it's called, but I call it that way-
Basically a journal that compliments you and has a candy attached to you
"You're my only choice, unlike twix" "You don't need snickers to be yourself" "Let's get these bounties done" (yes genshin since it's my birthday and it doesn't matter that I play it rarely)
Probably even sang your fave songs along with you (or himself if you don't like singing)
You two definitely had a slumber party
Fairy Lights, Throw Pillows, Matching Robes, Snacks, Drinks, you name it
You drew on his shell
Fondue: Warm chocolate, fresh strawberries, and soft marshmallows
You can't tell me he won't/can't do that
Sorry if it's a bit ooc
Yet again, happy birthday to me and those who share it with me!
I wish us an amazing day, whether you celebrate it or not. Make a wish, just do it even without the cake
It should work because of the "birthday magic"
Never worked for me, but I like to say it does? It works on any other day for some reason
I am sending you a virtual hug
Here, have some love, 'cuz you're epic ✨️🩵❤🧡💜
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lost-my-sanity1 · 9 months
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Thai BL Favourites List Tag Game
Thank you @grapejuicegay for the tag :*
Favourite bl:
tough choice between bbs and msp. but I'll go with bbs for the same reasons as user grapejuicegay. it's my first one, which literally changed my life. I've never quite been the same since bbs. also the fact that we are sometimes still getting to know more facts about some scenes... sigh. p'aof created a masterpiece. truly
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Favourite pairing:
again. a really tough choice.... cuz you see the list? but I would like to choose geminifourth (am I being biased with that? yes maybe but whatever)
(and actually ohmnanon and firstkhao)
More underrated actor:
I have so many and I'm gonna name some😀 satang kittiphop (It's not really a surprise to y'all 😭ik I've been very subtle with my satang served thingey I know); marc pahun. idk if he's great or not but he's cute (also to mention his pairing with pawin. they're cute asf); also neo and mark(they are not really under the wraps now but still)
Favourite character:
Heart. he has such a strong chokehold on me. like I can't explain how this goes and what all things I like about him but I do know I will give up my life (not really a tough thing💀) for him anytime
some honourable mentions- li ming cuz this 18 year old teenager has so much anger and love in him. and he's such a powerful face of a gen z created by p'aof... sigh;
wen mostly cuz he's so relatable as a character who just fell out of love. his lover did nothing wrong, it's just the simple and the hard truth that people can fall out of love the same way they fell in
(why are my favourite characters from mlc💀 hmm something about the realistic and simple thing in the series. also the helplessness of the characters and the situations they are in. the way they try to make it work with how much they have)
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Favourite side character:
Tiw(msp) and Max(bmf). it's a no brainer when it comes to as why they're my favourite side character. The support and friendship they offer to their friend? unparallel. Its so nice🤧
Favourite scene:
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surprise surprise madafakas. NO BUT LOOK AT THAT. a pure work of fucking art. the lights behind pran being subdued and less while the lights behind pat being more and lighted.
The fact that they kissed not inside a hidden place but outside. In the open. Its not hidden in the confinement of their rooms but its open to the world how much they want each other. The fact that their first kiss was out in the open.... idk I'm not okay
Favourite line:
"Romeo, ai'shia Romeo" 💀im so sorry y'all I can't be serious anymore
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Most anticipated bl and why:
hehe😃 23.5(lesbiansssss lessgoo), dangerous romance (perthchimon, marcpawin🤧🤧 also the plot), last twilight (dude p'aof), only friends (so gay and messy)
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Healthiest relationship in a bl:
patpran and their juniors tinngun, without a second thought. I don't think any explanation is needed here
Most toxic relationship in a bl:
you really want me to name them💀 idk bro they're all pretty normal and on point with real life sometimes if you think about it... so 🤷‍♀️💆‍♀️
Guilty pleasure series:
I don't really have one. wait what does guilty pleasure actually mean- ah okay got the Google meaning.💀 dude I hold everything I enjoy in a high regard.
Bonus! Most underrated series:
Agreeing with the past doers of this tag games, he's coming to me.
Ayeee this was fun😃 loved this. Thanks for the tag again. now comes another hard part. idk if y'all did this or not and if you did feel free to ignore @sharingfandoms @janujaja @hereforlou @hughungrybear @fangirlmedstudentblog @dallasthetimetraveler @iamholdingontoheartache @hometothecanyonmoon and ANYone who wants to do this please do. consider yourself tagged. or like tell me and I tag you
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fluffytriceratops · 2 years
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Most Ardently - Chapter One: Mr. Hamato
Notes: It is time! The post you've all be waiting for! The first chapter of many~ idk why it took me so long to write, hopefully the other's wont take me as long? But I make no promises lol. I hope you all enjoy nonetheless! I'm SUPER excited for the next chapter, cuz ITS ABOUT TO GO DOWN- hehe. (◕ᗜ◕) Also- this isn't EXACTLY like Pride & Prejudice. I've changed quite a few things to make more sense for the story. You don't need to read/watch it before reading if you don't want to. Tho it might contain some spoilers, since it's heavily based/inspired by it. Thank you for all the support! I hope you all have an amazing day/night!! SENDING SO MANY VIRTUAL HUGGLES TO YOU!!! <3
Warnings: none??
Tags: @thelaundrybitch @rheawritesforfun @drowninghell @turtle-babe83 @leosgirl82 @mysticboombox @post-apocalyptic-daydream @raphslovemuffin80 @raphielover @jurikyu-blog @doctorelleth @tmntspidergirl
(If you want to be tagged in future chapters/my TMNT related work, feel free to let me know and I'll happily add you!)
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The damp mud squelched from under her boots due to the recent downpour. A smile graced her delicate features. Squinting from the sun that managed to peak through the clouds. Y/n closed the book in her hand. Reaching up to tuck a few strands of hair that managed to escape her bun out of her face. She walked up the steps that led to her home, heals clicking against the heavy stone. Upon entering, her smile fell as she noticed her two youngest sisters eavesdropping by the door of their father's study.
"What have I told you about listening at the door?" She hissed, grabbing the back of Lydia's ponytail and giving it a sharp tug.
Lydia gasped, turning around to shoot a quick glare in Y/n's direction. She gave her a swat to the arm, which Y/n responded to by chuckling. "Never mind that! There's a Mr. Hamato who arrived from the north. Five thousand a year." She giggled, looking towards her other sister, Catherine, who mimicked the bubbly sounds escaping her mouth.
"He's single." They squealed.
Y/n shook her head in mild amusement and took a step forwards, trying to peek at the crack in the door. Jane, the oldest out of all the them who had just been passing by stopped to see what all the fuss was about. "Who's single?" She asked, leaning towards Y/n quizzically.
"A Mr. Hamato apparently." Y/n huffed, wincing as she was shushed by her younger sisters who had been much louder than she was. The four of them leaned in close as they tried to hear what their parents were saying on the other side of the door.
"You know he must marry one of them!" Their mother cried. And the girls giggled in delight. Y/n and Jane shot each other amused glances. Lips twisting up in playful smirks.
Without much warning, the door was suddenly opened and the females gasped in surprise. Giggling not long after at being caught. Their father stood in the doorway, an unimpressed look on his face. "Good heavens.. People." He murmured, slipping past them and into the other room. Mrs. L/n chased after him, calling out his name and making demands. The girl's, who were much more curious than before, followed after their mother quickly. Scurrying like a bunch of mice. Making sure to lift the hem's of their dresses so they wouldn't trip.
"Are you even listening?" Mrs. L/n asked, face red from trying to convince her husband that he (they) must meet this man at once. "You must, Papa!" Kitty (Catherine) cried from behind her. Y/n was just about done with this conversation altogether. But she was curious now too and wanted to know what was going on.
"There's no need," Mr. L/n said, turning around to face them all. "I already have."
"You have?"
"When?"
"Oh Mr. L/n, how can you tease me so? Have you no compassion for my poor nerves?"
Y/n glanced at her mother in disbelief after plopping herself down on the sofa. Holding back her want to snort. It seemed as though the only thing her mother thought about was marrying them off to the first dolt that came forward. It was ridiculous, in her opinion. There were far more important things than marriage. And she didn't want to marry just anyone.
"You mistake me, my dear." Her father grunted as he lowered his old and tired body down into a chair. "I have the highest respect for them. They've been my constant companions these twenty years." He grinned at her teasingly, and Y/n swore her mother's face got even more red. The sight made her grin as well.
Mrs. L/n seemed to get over it quick enough. Immediately asking if he was amiable to which Kitty followed up by asking if he was handsome. Y/n did snort at that. Ignoring the annoyed glance her mother shot in her direction. Mary, the last of the L/n sister's stood in the doorway, completely and utterly confused. "Who?" She asked, lips pursed in a cute pout.
"He's sure to be handsome." Lydia giggled, lifting her skirt and prancing around the room with a smile nearly as wide as her face.
"With five thousand a year, it would not matter if he had warts and a leer." Y/n jested, bringing her knees to her chest to allow Lydia more room as she twirled on by.
"Who's got warts?" Mary asked incredulously, tired of being ignored.
Lydia finished her prancing and dropped down on the floor in front of her father. "So will he come to the ball tomorrow Papa?"
He smiled, "I believe so."
"You're pulling my hair!" Lydia cried, desperate to get away from her older sister. 
"I am not! Besides, if you weren't wiggling around so much, than I wouldn't be." Y/n said as she grabbed her sisters shoulders and forced her to sit forwards. Stopping her from moving so much.
"That does not make sense." Lydia whined, crossing her arms over her chest with a pout. 
Y/n held back the urge to roll her eyes. "You will wrinkle your dress if you continue this way. Just sit still." 
"Who do you want to dance with, Mary?" Kitty asked, looking at herself in the mirror. She twirled around in her lovely dress, a giddy smile on her youthful face. 
"You know I never dance." Said female muttered. She had always hated balls. Any sort of large gathering, really. "Must I wear this?" She pulled on the itchy fabric of her dress, and Jane swatted her hands away. 
"Yes, you must." The blonde insisted, fixing a loose curl in Mary's hair. "Everyone will wear what Mama set out for us." 
"Lest she annoy us all night with her complaints." Y/n grumbled, earning a small chortle from Jane. Her lips quirked up at the sound.
"I wish I had a new pair of shoes." Lydia kicked out her feet to draw attention to them. "These are practically laughable." 
"Your old ones are perfectly fine. Quit complaining." Y/n finished with her sister's hair and waved her away. Lydia got up cheerfully and waltzed around the room, hooking arms with Catherine. The two danced around together cheerfully. 
"Do you think Mr. Hamato will marry one of us?" Asked Kitty, watching her skirt swoosh around her with a smile. Lydia did the same. "I certainly hope so. How divine would that be?" 
"Not at all if you miss him entirely because you could not stop starring at yourselves. Have a little humility." Y/n grabbed Jane's hand and they left the room, the younger ones following eagerly. Whispering to one another the entire way. 
She might not have said it out loud, but Y/n too was interested to know more about this Mr. Hamato fellow. She had always said she would marry for love. Though she had yet to find it. Unlike her naïve sister's, Y/n wasn't going to throw herself to the first halfwit that gave her attention. If it was not true love than she did not want it at all. And if that meant that she end up alone, then so be it. 
Perhaps she was the one who was naïve. 
It didn't matter, the only man she needed in her life were the one's in her books. She was perfectly content with them for the moment. Though, she would be lying if she said sometimes she wasn't lonely. Or that sometimes she longed for the companionship of a love interest. Someone who would love her for all her faults and flaws. If Y/n said that she didn't want to marry at all, that would be a terrible lie. And her father raised a daughter with a guilty conscience, not a liar. 
As they rode in the carriage to the ball, Y/n couldn't help but let her mind wander. Her fingers fiddled with the fabric of her green dress. Whatever her sisters and mother were talking about became simple background noise. Instead she focused on the singing of birds, the whispering wood, and the rushing of the stream they passed. She listened to the horses hooves hitting the road, and the soft tune their driver whistled. She gazed at the passing of people and trees, the wonderful blueness of the sky, and the farmer's livestock who grazed in their fields. She focused on the sweet musk of her mother's perfume, and the scent of tabasco from her father's pipe. Sometimes she did wish she had met the love of her life and run away with him. But it was simple moments like these that reminded her just how much she loved her family. And how much she would miss them if she left. 
Before she had realized it, they had arrived at their destination. Y/n left the carriage, smiling in thanks towards her father who had offered her his hand. As she waited for her family to join her side, her eyes roamed the merry gathering. A great many people had showed up, and she couldn't help but smile at the general splendor. "I wonder if Mr. Hamato has come already, or if he shall show up later." 
Y/n looked towards Jane as she spoke, her own beautiful eyes zipping from one person to the next. "I suppose we shall have to go in and see." She said, linking her arm with hers. Jane's lips upturned in a joyful grin and the two didn't hesitate to follow their parents into the grand manor. 
Butterflies invaded her stomach from all the excitement. Y/n may have wanted to find love. But she also wanted that for her sister's. She certainly wasn't the most sought after. She was a tangled mess of contradictory things. If it meant that her sisters find happiness, than she would gladly step aside and wait a little while longer for romance. 
Some called her foolish for waiting on love. Marriage was a great economic proposition. Especially in her case, having no dowry. She was wasting her life away, believing in such fairytales. It was absolute nonsense. Y/n found it amusing how many people told her so.
"There's too much risk in loving." They would say. 
And in response, Y/n would smile and declare, "No. There's too much risk in not." 
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sztefa001 · 1 year
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I posted 41,917 times in 2022
That's 20,616 more posts than 2021!
57 posts created (0%)
41,860 posts reblogged (100%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@perytonpred
@gregurrito
@loki-n-thedoctor
@cicadas-epiphany
@cirilee
I tagged 8,103 of my posts in 2022
#important - 539 posts
#yes - 500 posts
#:0!! - 192 posts
#xd - 189 posts
#amazing - 122 posts
#sztefu talks - 106 posts
#cool - 90 posts
#for later - 86 posts
#aww! - 74 posts
#!!! - 73 posts
Longest Tag: 139 characters
#for context: my parents were working their asses off all the time and didn't have time or strength to whip out a fancy dinner for 10 people
My Top Posts in 2022:
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My boi StarShade, star seeker frametype by @dimorphodon-x. He's the smaller assassin type.
Gave up on trying to draw him properly so just went straight for the colors. Had no idea how to choose them so just used this palette generator. Might dull/darken the blue later but for now that's it.
More info below (not all that much, it's the first time I have name+design before story and background), cursed meme for those who manage to get till the end:
For now his story is kinda backwards - I know that eventually he ends up in a dance group Neon Shadows (based on groups like MPLUSPLUS or Light Balance, more on NS hopefully later) but before that happens I need to marinate him in some good 'ol character developing angst.
Ghost, shadow, phantom, cryptid, camo... many terms for just one guy with one neat outlier ability - super stealth. Combine it with being a massive fraggin liar and you get Starshade.
Idk yet who found and onlined him, what they needed him for and how he was trained. But I do know he lies amazingly and casually so much that not even a lie detector can get him. Because of that he gets tied up in the war as a spy. Doesn't matter for which side 'cuz then he becomes a double spy. Then triple and quadruple and and and in the end you don't know who's side he's really on.
He doesn't know either, nor does he care. All he cares about is himself and to steer all trouble away, to confuse others and manipulate the situation in such way that he's never the suspect.
At first he doesn't care how much chaos he causes as long as the consequences don't reach him. But after some decisions that fucked over some peeps he didn't want to get fucked over he does some thinking and decides to de-escalate conflicts instead of escalating them. Basically he figures he just wants the war to end now more than ever.
Because of his job he's a loner, which is a shame 'cuz he's very sociable and loves hanging out with others. And dancing. He loves music and dance. Sadly he can never be completely honest with others and never feels like he truly belongs to any group.
Eventually I want him to have a stealth car bf and also get him adopted by a flock of stealth seekers. And then join the Neon Shadows. Surely they won't regret taking in an ex-spy-but-acc-just-a-liar-coward-traitor. What can possibly go wrong? You can't tell me those golden eyes can lie. Surely his past won't come to bite him in the aft.
Ahem anyway...
His super stealth includes:
engine and ventilation are very quiet
colors can go from mostly gold/magenta to dark mode (pic above) and he prefers it that way
hard to detect by both cameras and radars
can be taken for freshly deceased even by a medic as his spark is harder to detect as well
naturally moves very quietly without even trying, may spook others by accident by just walking into a room without announcement
For now that's all, have a meme now:
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Abyss barely had his first flight lesson when his family had to run away and he got separated from them in the process. Luckilly Knight Strike found him and immediately adopted him.
Abby so tiny he still has some baby fuzz 🥺 Striker will protecc.
Ocs belong to @president-alpine, au idea to @dimorphodon-x (thank you!!). Progress pics and more info under the cut <3
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Giving this guy his own post because drawing him was the most yolo decision and it even turned out quite decent despite me not even trying much lol
The brush pens were super cheap and the blue one was dying from the start so yeah, idk why I decided to draw him xD First thought was to draw him in his alt, just a flat triangle with some extras. And before I knew it I was drawing this instead.
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Ok so regarding this post:
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(tagging @cirilee @im-a-mint and @curious-sootball, thank for insppiration <3)
I didn't draw people interrupting him 'cuz the doorframe was already too small and doing everything anew would be too much effort so yeah. But anyway:
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This is the best pic tbh, the further we go the less effort I put askdjfh
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@cirilee
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Whoa, what a ride xD
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l0rd-0f-c0ws · 1 year
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Pick me girl is out, pickle me girl is in
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Reading killing stalking cuz my friend likes it and said it was an amazing horror comic. It is but also Holy shit. Anyways this is the only way I can process chapter 19
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Hey everybody! If you are interested in OFMD and want to meet new people in the fandom, then I have a great place for you to go!! We're a brand new server and are really excited for new members!
Join the Oh Fmy Mfucking Dgod discord server!!
14 notes - Posted April 21, 2022
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idk if you're still taking Casey headcannons but consider him being oddly smart in certain areas but specifically inventing and how to make alternative energy sources. like you ask him "hey how do solar panels work" and he'll just explain the whole process without batting an eye
also when he panics he sucks in breath from his tooth gap
OH MY GOD FUCK YEAH!!! IT IS NEVER TOO LATE FOR CASEY <3<3<3<3<3
Also fully agree, I'm a autistic Casey truther and I think that tech and stuff would be his special interest. Donnie would be working on how to make a more fuel efficient version of the turtle tank and Casey just walks up, explains what he needs to do for like 5 minutes, then leaves like it was nothings. Everyone was so confused by it but doesn't ask cuz it's Casey and Casey is just like that
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I commissioned the amazing @mcnuggyy for art of my ocs Ellie and Liam :) everyone who is looking to commission an artist please go to them because they are one of the kindest and coolest artists I've ever gotten the pleasure of talking to!!!!
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so idk if i’m gonna be able to collect the new G3 Monster High dolls cuz that’s a lot of money and i need space to display them but here’s my list of the dolls we’ve seen leaked from top priority to least priority (i’m on mobile so unfortunately i can’t put this under a cut 😢)
Frankie Stein: i love the story of Frankenstein and i loved G1 Frankie but i felt like the design could have pulled more from the novel and the original Universal film. G3 Frankie delivers on that. the platform shoes are fangtastic and i love the nonbinary rep especially as someone who is nonbinary but often female presenting but masculine-leaning. they have an almost masc face compared to the “girl” dolls while still wearing cute blouses and skirts. and i think watzie is cuter than watzit 🤷
Draculaura: i’ve warmed up to her a lot since i was a kid since i went thru the character arc of liking pink again. this isn’t to say i didn’t like her since she was one of the few dolls i had two of (dead tired & ghouls rule drac, dead tired & dawn of the dance cleo, dead tired & dot dead gorgeous lagoona). i really love how she’s a modern ghoul who seems to take inspiration from goth/cottagecore tiktok which makes sense for an old teen vampire who wants to be trendy while still staying on brand for 1600 years. i also agree with many that she’s the best looking and best quality out of the leaks we’ve gotten.
Lagoona Pink: yeah she may not be blue anymore but i love this vibe for her and the pink is a lot less washed out (lol) than i was expecting. she looks like a tropical mermaid which is cute considering i heard she’s hispanic now! she was my fav as a kid and i lover her new design cuz it shows how you can be sport and feminine, but also not just all pink. i love that she comes with a swimsuit cuz that’s the closest thing we have to how Rainbow High dolls have a second outfit and she still has other cool accessories plus a wonky ass Neptuna that i love and would die for.
Cleo de Nile: the queen herself. love the blue hair, love the makeup (those lips with the gold!!), love her darker skin tone, love the molded mummy wraps and the inclusion of them more in her outfit than just an afterthought. her canopic jar is precious and somewhat disturbing (which is on brand for her lore) and her gyro has nostalgic vibes for me (regional thing for me personally). i wasn’t really vibing with her boots at first but now that i can see them more as mummy wraps they look so much better. also i appreciate that they replaced Hissette since she was a gift from Deuce and this Cleo isn’t dating him. it’s good attention to detail. and her new pet is very cute and better fitting for her character.
Clawdeen Wolf: i absolutely hated G1 Clawdeen because i always felt she was just a little too rude with her friends and very poorly dressed for a fashion designer. her clothes never really did it for me and even her Scaris doll (my fav outfit of hers from my fav movie about her) didn’t do much for me. this new ghoul however is checking all the boxes. she’s still confident and fierce but doesn’t tear others down to feel good but rather builds herself up. she has a much sportier style which makes sense for a werewolf. her whole outfit is something i would love to wear and the sneaker with the paw-print treads are exactly what a werewolf should wear. her molded tufts of fur are something that really bring in the werewolf look alongside her dog nose so she doesn’t just look like a person with wolf ears. obviously i am not a fan of the cheap ass hair especially after getting a Rainbow High doll (mattel what are y’all doing over there cutting corners on your main character) and the glasses still feel a little awkward to me cuz her ears are at the top of her head so they’re only holding onto sculpted fur (a simple solution would be if they were goggles or regular glasses with a strap).
Toralei Stripe: yes villain girl has a band. she was never my favorite and the probably poly hair doesn’t help but i do like her punk rock style and making her a singer is a really cool take after Boo York, Boo York: A Monsteriffic Musical. it makes sense that she’d be a good singer because of her copycat ability and she always had the punk rock look so it’s good to have a real reason for it this time. and Sweet Tooth is adorable. i’m into paleontology so having a saber tooth cat as a pet is awesome
overall i’m very happy about these new dolls. they’re very high quality for a play line doll. they come with a ton of accessories which are great for people who want to play with the dolls in fun and engaging ways rather than having a stand to display them plus they can stand on their own just fine. i would rather have tons of accessories to play around with, come up with scenarios and stories, and use in photography than a cheap piece of plastic to make them do something they already can that i could order for less online. i love the articulation in the dolls as i’m a huge fan and it’s kind of a must have for me since i enjoy realism and posing toys. it’s what drew me to the original line and made me dump barbie, plus mattel does it really well (their Indoraptor was my first buy from the Jurassic World line and their Jurassic Park Hammond Collection is on my radar). i also love the added articulation at the torso cuz that’s something many dolls lack. they also have the varying body types which makes much more sense for a character based doll line. hot take but i prefer these dolls over the originals and i’m glad i cleared those out and will be trying to add as many of these as possible to my collection!
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WE TRENDING NOT ONCE BUT TWICE YALL
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would y’all consider a slime girl to be slimy?
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My Prediction for Camp Cretaceous Season Five (season four spoilers ahead but also this is a joke)
Kenji is forced to choose between his father and his friends. Daniel is wealthy and might spend time on this island so theres a very large (oddly familiar) golf course there too. Kenji is a dramatic theater kid who also probably watched disney channel as a kid. i want him to perform Bet On It exactly as it appears in HSM. i want Kenj’s VA to sing it too (i don’t care how good/bad his voice is). i want this to be real and i want it to be the only musical moment in the franchise. Kenji going feral on a golf course while everyone just kinda waits around in awkward silence. universal, hire me.
https://youtu.be/k-t4vqd534Y
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THE COMPLEX HISTORY ALGORITHM!!!!!!
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in honor of Simu filming a rom com right now, how about actress!reader x simu, and they’re filming a scene where they let their characters know about their feelings, but turns out that both actress!reader and Simu are speaking from their heart, and everyone on set knows that they have feelings for one another except them, and the director makes them improvise a kiss but when they yell cut, they couldn’t stop kissing? thank you!
No Other
AN: I 'LL EDIT IN THE MORNING (I hit a deer earlier today so yeah there's some slight trauma?) Yeah so I wanted to make this a historic romance more so than a comedy so I hope that’s ok. Cuz also like imagine Simu in something like Francis wore in Reign and I’m an even bigger hoe for him. Idk man there's just SOMETHING about the idea of seeing him in period clothing that just DOES IT F(H)OE ME
Warnings: angst? maybe I really don't know, not fluff but feelings ?
WC: 1k
Tagging: cuz why not I can even out the smut with the feels lol @winchester-writes @tmholland @tom-whore-dleston @blackbat05 @buckybleu @crazycookiecrumbles
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You both shared the same dream. Friends since middle school, age never stopped you from growing feelings. They only grew stronger the older you got. He and you had matured, going from a boy with a funny haircut, to a man who knew no bounds on the title of best friends. And you discovering who you were.
It didn’t mean that the pain of knowing he wouldn’t be your hurt any less. One of these days, you thought, you’d tell him how you felt. But soon that died too. Landing roles that caused too much distress made for keeping in touch more difficult than imagined.
Before you know, you’ve both managed to land a role in a new romance period piece. Thus began the biggest lie you’d ever told yourself.
“It’s just a movie, nothing will come from it.”
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“I don’t understand why you’re being like this!”
“I am like this because you are MY best friend! You are not supposed to be anyone else’s!”
You’re trying to walk away from the castle, knowing you’re about to have one hell of a row with your childhood best friend. No one else needs to see this muchness hear this. Your future still at stake if you’re caught alone with a man without a chaperone.
“Oh my god news flash!! I am engaged Simon! He does not need to be my best friend because he’s not looking for one! My parents have had this engagement set in place since we were five.”
“Why can you not just tell them no?!”
“I AM A WOMAN! Simon!”
In your anger you’re turning around facing him.
“I am meant for nothing more than to provide Henry an heir! I am not Queen Elizabeth, I am no one of consequence! I am Lord Davens’s only child and thus subject to be for sale to highest bidder. I am not afforded the option of telling him no.”
Huffing at his unfathomable stupidity, you hear thunder clouds begin to roll in and you know you need to get back inside so you don’t get sick. Just when you turn back to walk towards the castle there’s a hand on your arm pulling you back to face him. And you seen pain like never before on his face. But this painful look is Simu’s, not his characters’. You’d know the look better than anyone.
“Let go of me Simon we are done talking on this.”
“No we aren’t.”
“Yes we are!”
Shouting at him, you end up stepping closer. It almost begins to feel like this isn’t Simon you’re talking to but Simu. You both might be actors but you know when Simu is in front of you.
“We may have been best friends at one point, but we BOTH know that you changed. You were afforded chances I will never was.”
His expression changes in the tiniest of, one of regret because he knows the moment you were talking about. It may have been Kim’s Convenience for him, but it took a lot more on your part to get to where you were. Sometimes doing things you weren’t really all that proud of. But you can’t dwell on it, you have a scene to get through.
“You know that I never meant to h-”
“I swear on everything holy if you say you never meant to hurt me, Simon, I’m leaving with Henry today. You have no goddamn right to ever tell me that again.”
You look at him with everything you’ve felt the past 12 years. You’re not sure when it changed to you talking to Simu, but you can feel that he felt the too.
“You told me that it’d be us agasint the world and like an idiot, I believed you. I believed you’d talk to my father. I believed you wanted me. And I believed that you loved me. But you only told me what I wanted to hear. Because despite everything everyone else told me, I still believed you and believed IN you. When all you’ve done is prove them corre-”
Suddenly he’ kissing you like he’s meant to kiss you and only you. You can’t tell if it’s him or his character kissing you, but his tongue invading your mouth, taking control and exploring. You don’t mean to, but your hands find purchase on his coat, instinctively pulling him closer. His moving to your face and waist. Pulling you in closer, tighter, while the hand on your face is gentle as to not mess up your hair.
You don’t even hear them yelling to cut. You don’t hear them turn off the hose. You don’t hear anything outside of the thundering of your heart, and the noise on content that comes from Simu when he angles his face, opening your mouth a little wider for him. All you feel is him.
The need for air is the only reason you pull away from each other. Faces still together, breathing the same air, you both seem to realize the electricity in the air. You’ve both said things that your characters weren’t supposed to and you partially wonder if it’ll even end up in the final screening. You find it in you to pull away a little more, to help you clear your mind and get a clearer picture of what may happen.
“I meant it you know.” He tells you. You look at him because you’re not sure what exactly he means and he can tell. He knows you better than you know yourself.
“You’re mine. I know it comes off possessive and shit, but Y/N, you are mine and I am yours and there’s no other."
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Defending Peter Parker (Round 2: Tom Holland)
Here <- Andrew Garfield
Soooooo I'm doing this cuz I'm bored to show y'all how dumb some of your arguments and criticisms of the live action spidermen are. I did Garfield already. I'll do Maguire if someone shows me where people have hated on his spidey cuz all I ever see for him is people treating him like he's the most perfect Peter Parker to ever exist. I'd never tell anyone how they're "supposed" to feel about a situation so I won't do that and also don't take this seriously I'm just a dumb teenager. I'm just taking the dumb opinions y'all like to pass as fact and rebutting them with actual facts.
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"hE's OnLy So PoPuLaR bEcAuSe He'S hOt"
😐If this is your main critique of Tom Holland's spiderman, pls go find another one. This is so overused. The "they're only famous cuz they're hot" excuse has been used for every hot actor/actress ever. At this point, it isn't even real criticism, you just come off as lame. And yeah, alot of people like him because he's hot, but that's definitely not the only reason.
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"hE's NoT sPiDeRmAn. He'S iRoNbOy!"
UUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHH okay let's get to it. (If you can't tell, I really hate this argument)
1) Let's be real. The fandom pushed irondad wayyyy more than the actual movies did.
2) If you still use this argument after Far From Home, you missed the whole point of what FFH was supposed to be.
I was scrolling through tumblr and I saw a great point that someone made.
That entire movie was about him coming into his own as a hero, facing his problems head-on, and dealing with the threat by himself. That was the point of the whole movie. Yes, he had the Stark tech to help him make a suit, but he designed it himself, and then he went up against a threat that had incredibly powerful Stark tech at their disposal and still won. By himself. Everyone was asking who the next Iron Man would be and Happy even flat out said "You're not Iron Man." Because he isn't. He came into his own. He is established now.
Peter started the movie a bit lost without Tony and just wanting to deny his responsibilities and get away for a while.
He ended the movie finally accepting himself for who he was and even having to fight against Stark technology. He had to rely on himself and instead of worrying about this title that's been put on him, he has to just go with his own instincts (all the way down to his web shooters running out and having to literally just rely on his mind and his body) and look his responsibilities in the face. Idk a better way for him to have broken out of being "ironboy".
3) Plus, they needed some way to bring Spiderman into the MCU. And Tony is practically the MCU's Bruce Wayne when it comes to "adopting" children. Of course he was gonna be the one to bring him in.
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"He HaS tOo MaNy MeNtOrS! tHeY nEeD tO sToP hOlDiNg HiM bAcK aNd LeT hIm GrOw Up AnD bE aLoNe!"
Hahaha no.
Tony- okie dokie that's only one
Happy- Happy Hogan is not Peter's mentor. He literally helped him out in ONE scene. That is not enough to be a mentor.
Mysterio- He is also not a mentor. Storywise, he was Peter's scapegoat to caste his responsibilities onto because he didn't want them/feel he was worthy of them. And then later he was a villain. Just because the two have one small pep talk, doesn't mean he's a mentor.
I think most ppl that say this stuff really just don't want Peter to have any help. What you guys fail to realize is that getting help does not make you any less of a hero. You can still be a solo hero and get a peptalk every now and then. Batman, Superman, Ironman. They all get help from people in their movies and I don't see anyone complaining about it or saying they need to be alone.
Also, grow up? This dude is literally a sophmore/junior in high school. They talk so much about how he's literally a kid. Alot of the spiderman comics take place with him still being in high school. He doesn't have to be an adult. And as far as maturity goes, it's not like he's a dumb kid. He's just a teen doing what teens do.
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"nO uNcLe BeN!"
Come on guys. How many times have we seen this origin story? We all know it.
The story takes place when he's ALREADY spiderman so Uncle Ben is ALREADY dead. (They even have his suitcase in FFH). Just because they don't really mention it doesn't mean it didn't happen. We don't need to see the same origin story again. I mean, does every Batman movie mention Bruce's parents dying in the alley? No. Cuz we all already know it does. Origin stories are integral but the MCU wasn't erasing his, they were simply just starting after it.
And in every spidey story Uncle Ben always teaches him "with great power comes great responsibility". Well if you watch the movies, MCU Peter learns his lessons in responsibilities sooooo we're covered there.
"When you can do the things that can, but you don't, and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you."
Yeah yeah we all love Uncle Ben but him already passing doesn't mean the story's bad. That's just where they wanted to start lol.
"ThErE's No ReAl CoNsEqUeNcEs WhEn If LoSeS!"
Homecoming: If Vulture would've won, there would've been more easily accessible alien weapons available for criminals like the Shocker, the Tinkerer, etc. Also Vulture would have been a criminal loose on the streets. Regardless of his intentions, he was a guy willing to kill for what he wanted.
FFH: What Mysterio was doing, even though it was an illusion, was actually causing casualties. His workers talked about it to him over and over again. Especially if the last attack in London (i think?) would have worked, alot of people would have died. Also the world would have been tricked into depending on someone that actually couldn't really keep them safe.
Lol but regardless, Peter doesn't have to be dealing with a gigantic threat. The whole thing about being a superhero is doing what's right, regardless of how big or small the situation is. He's literally fought with the Avengers. I think he's proven himself.
All in all Tom Holland is the best (for me personally). I never have an issue when he's on screen and he's really just so awesome😊
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This me saying sorry for crowding your notifs with my intense reblog and like spree but just... I NEED THE SPIKE AND FAYE AND YOU HAVE SO MUCH CONTENT ON UR BLOG! Bless u for it all and for ur tags. I love ur views on all things Spike x Faye cuz they're basically all my views to a T too. I am trash for this angsty ship w two dumbasses. And also pls look the other way if I decide to go through your blog and go on another spree again xD
YOU ARE AN ANGEL THANK YOU!!!! <3 This seriously made my week. And please NEVER apologize for being in my notes! I understand how incurable the obsession is for these two.
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*Showing this image to my husband who's only be through the series maybe twice*
Me: AREN'T THEY SO FUCKING IN LOVE???? Like god they just want to kiss so badly.
Him: Idk looks like they're standing there smoking and ignoring each other...
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Hiii i saw your matchups/cakes and I LOVE THEM. English is not my first language so i am sorry for any wrong spelings and grammar use lol. Can a Get a boy from Hq?????? I am a capricorn, with a lot of fire sign in my chart. ISTP. Tall girl, 175cm. Dark blond hair to under my shoulders, blue eyes. Lean bulid, but mby a little broad shoulders and waist. Enything else is normal ig. I indeed have cheek bones and jawline, a caps face traits a think. Stretch marked on my ass and things. Im just gonna keep my personality short cuz i dont know how to talk about myself. Im Shy and intro and first, then i will open up and become a messy and late-coming person. Im never on time to anything. Once you know me and logical thinking, feisty, dark humor type of funny, sly, stubborn, determind, strong minded, oberetiv and a daredevil. I will do enything for somthing in return. Nobody can hold me back. I am also a Clumsy person, a will let a word og two slip and offend somone, will break or forget somthing. Im always there my friends, help them out with everthing and my door is always open for them. Street smart all the way, i Can talk about enything and give tips and trix on enything. Im not the Life of the party, in a party im either outside or taking care of Ppl or i am sipping for other ppls drinks. I listen to pop/rock but i Can vibe to anything. I also love pasta. And cats, but im allergic): I overthink a lot, tend to bottle up on my emotions and then just let it burst when im alone. I got bullied as a kid, thats why i keep to myself and have Some close friends and then friends i dont trust that much. I like long lasting realtionships and friendships. I wont settle for somthing that i dont belive will work. I just want to feel safe and loved and held, lol. Am i rly ugly cryer btw so i wont look into another persons eyes. I train a lot, do sport shooting, wresle a lot with my friends and dad in a safe way ofc. I love to have a friendly and funny wtesle. I lough a lot. I said i do sport shooting, and i hate it when ppl take it the wrong way and starts to compare it to illegal activity. That my biggest pet peeve, and loud chewers. I LOVE CHEES AND CARD GAMES. Also late night means and snacks. My favorite time is like late at night, after sundown. Late night walks. Laser tag or paint ball is a must, Water and pillow fights AGH my dreams. Also, just to chill in a bathtub👌🏻✨Pfffff Idk what more. I would like a boy form Haikyuu, whos taller than me. Would be up to my randome and mby dangerous ideas, but also calm and relaxing when it fits the mood. Dosent need to know how to comfort a crying person, just like do the basics and ill be fine. THANK YOU SO MUCH😘
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Tendou Satori
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How Y’all Met
Ahhhh
Y’all had a class together
And EVERY SINGLE DAY you would show up late
Every. Single. Day
It doesn’t matter if you we’re 5 minutes late, or 15 minutes late
You never showed up on time
This peeked Tendous interest...
So, he asked you about it
You then explained how you never try to be late, it just always happened
Then one day
Satori was walking to class
The bell was going to ring soon so he was trying to hurry
Then he saw you
You were also just trying to get to class ON TIME for once
But you tripped...
And you fell...
And ALL of your papers went everywhere 🥲
You silently cursed to yourself before rushing to pick up your things
And you we’re startled when a certain redhead began to help you
You guys had gathered all of your things before RUNNING to get to class
And you guys were still able to make it on time 😃
The teacher made a remark that maybe you should hang around Tendou more often if it gets you to class on time
Little did he know that you would do just that
Apparently you both had similar interests
So you guys became really good friends
And feeling began to bloom over time
Poor bb was to scared to confess to you tho :(
He didn’t want to scare off one of the only friends he had
Of course he told all of this to Ushijima
And of course Ushijimas LOUD MOUTH
spilled the beans
Unintentionally of course
But still
He just didn’t get the gist that all of this was supposed to be a secret
So one day when he and Tendou were walking together
They saw you
And Ushijima was just like “ah your that person that Tendou likes correct?”
You:😳
Him:🙂
Tendou: 🥲
Tendou then took you aside and properly confessed his feelings
He was 100% sure you were gonna reject him
“I like you too Tendou”
I’m sorry what????
He was SHOCKED
Baffled
Beguiled
But SUPER DUPER HAPPY
he pulled you in for a bone crushing hug
And promised to be the best bf ever
Awww my boy luvs ya
What They Love About You
Ight I’m just gonna say it...
Mans ADORES your stretch marks
He thinks they’re so cool!!!
He often compares you to a tiger because of them
Oof
He LOVES your sense of humor
He also has a darker sense of humor
So you guys mesh very well when it comes to that
Loves that you have the combo of being sly and a daredevil
If there’s one thing satori loves...
It’s pranks
So those traits of yours make pranks so much easier to pull off 😩
He loves how he can talk to you about ANYTHING
He knows that if he’s ever distressed about something he can go to you
So he’s vv grateful for that 🙏
Favorite Things To Do Together
Oh he LOVES to play card games
His favorites is slap Jack
WARNING: he gets REALLY into that game
So he hits HARD
So be prepared...
He 100% swoops you away to stores in the middle of the night
Have you guys been caught sneaking out?
Yes
Was that the last time you did it?
Absolutely not
LASER TAGGGGGG
YOU WILL GET DESTROYED
MANS IS THE KING OF LASER TAG
So just take that L
Also paintball
He’s not that good at paintball
Mans aim is booty
But he still likes to play!
Random Hc
You’d actually be quite shocked on how chill he could be
Like sometimes he just reads his manga sin silence
If you want to talk then sure
But those are the moments he prefers to be quiet
The reason he’s so good at laser tag...
Is because kids used to target him 🥲
So he had to adapt...
And now he’s a pro!
If you ever want to talk to him about your bullyed past
ON GOD mans is always there for you
He knows what it feels like
So his goal is to comfort you when it comes to that
Honestly
Mf chews loud...
So that’s something you’d have to work on 😃
But he’ll try his best to stop if it bothers you THAT much
Astrology
Capricorn + Taurus
When Taurus and Capricorn come together in a love match, it’s a practical, sensible partnership.
These two Signs share a certain down-to-earth logic and interest in efficiency.
Taurus is not interested in risking more than is necessary in terms of emotional connection and involvement, and Capricorn is similarly disinterested in risk, but more in terms of money and career.
Capricorn’s career is one of the great focuses of their lives; they’re interested in scaling the heights and tend to set very high standards for themselves to adhere to.
Taurus has high standards as well, but regarding love, relationships and possessions.
These two signs admire ones dedication and strength, but, while they have this in common as well as a dependable, realistic, somewhat conservative approach to life (Capricorn more than Taurus), a love relationship between them can go stale fast.
The problem? They’re actually rather different at their cores.
Taurus may begin to find Capricorn too conservative and restrictive
Capricorn may start to think Taurus is too lazy and doesn’t care enough about career and status.
If Taurus can encourage Capricorn to relax a little and appreciate the fruits of labor, and if Capricorn can help motivate Taurus to achieve goals and make dreams a reality, their union can be smooth, happy and long-lasting.
Overall Aesthetic
Chaotic Teenage Romance
Songs
Electric Love- BØRNS
Line Without a Hook- Ricky Montgomery
Scrawny- Wallows
Hey Lover- Wabie
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M*A*G*I*C: Chapter Six|| T’challa Udaku
A/N:  I honestly don't know where to take this story. I thought I had a good idea but these few chapters have been ass and I’m sorry that I disappointed. But, here is chapter 6. Hopefully, yall like it. 
Words: Who gives a fuck.
Warning(s): Cussing, drinking, Regular shit.
{CHAPTERS} [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] 
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“I rejected him.”
“Huh?” Ju was confused. What the hell were you on about now?
“T’challa asked me out and I told him no.”
You can see the disappointing look your cousin was rocking on the other side of the phone. “You just might be the dumbest bitch I know and I know a lot of dumb bitches.”
You sighed, “I don't think dating is something I want to do right now. I just think I should put my focus on more important things like Banshee and writing my book.”
Ju sucked her teeth “ A whole king of a rich ass country asked your basic ass out and you said no. Bitch.”
You sighed. She was never going to let this go. “What are we gonna do about my vision?”
“What are we gonna do?”
“Obviously keep it from happening.”
“Bitch, you had one vision and now swear you raven.”
“ you never try to keep the bad things you see from happening?”
“ Sometimes, but I prefer to let the police handle it. I ain't no superhero.”
“Yeah but still…”
“ Let the police and the superheroes handle this shit. You can help a little….but stay away. Especially in public. If you get exposed. Our whole coven gets exposed. We’re already on the verge of extinction.”
You sighed, “You right.”
After your phone call with Ju, you internally battled yourself. For years you saw your powers as a burden and refused to use them. But, now you didn't think it was right to be as powerful as you are and not use your powers to help others.  Your visions can help people and it sucks that you couldn't use it to your advantage because of the worries of getting exposed. 
After a shower, you change into comfortable summer clothes and decided to go out for a walk. You couldn't stand being in your apartment. The air conditioner wasn't working and your whole apartment was in a competition with hell itself. 
As you were locking your apartment door, T’challa came out of his. You act as if you weren't affected by him. You shoved your keys into your purse and walk down the stairs. T’challa trailed behind you. Then it became as if he was following you. 
You stopped in front of your destination(A Gelato store) and turn to face him. “You know I never thought of you to be a creep.”  You told him. 
He raised a brow, shocked by your meanness. “I don't understand.” He said, very confused. 
“T’challa, You literally followed me all the way over here.”
“Don't flatter yourself, Miss Luna. I’m meeting my date here.”
When you didn't come up with a response, he walked away, his shoulder bumping yourselves. 
“Fuck.” You whispered, really embarrassed. 
While in the Gelato store, you tried not to eye T’challa and his date. A small part of you was stung that he’d be out on a date with another person, the very next day after he had asked you out. Sure you had rejected him but it was about the principle of the thing. 
They seemed to be really hitting it off. She was white(of course), Red hair and had a very adorable laugh that you could hear from where you sat.  T’challa was smiling and laughing a lot too. You stole a few glances at T’challa. You got really hurt when he caught you looking at him and you offered him a small smile and he didn't smile back. 
"Did he hate me now?” You whispered to yourself. How shitty was his self-esteem to hate a person because they rejected them? 
“Whatever. Who needs him.” You whispered to yourself again and continue to enjoy your delicious gelato. 
Later that day, You were back in your apartment trying to write but Your mind was blank. You were not inspired at all. You tried looking around your living room to find anything that might get your inspirational juices flowing and found nothing. 
You started procrastinating and after scrolling your Instagram for an hour, you decided to call Ju. She didn't pick up.
“This bitch better not still be mad about the whole T’challa thing.”You said to yourself as you listen to your phone ring. 
“This Ju’leesa. Obviously, I ain't pick up. Leave a message and I just might get back to you.”
You groaned and threw your phone on the carpeted floor. You jumped off your couch and made yourself to your kitchen and pour yourself two glasses of alcohol. One full of wine and One full of Vodka. 
“ Praise Jesus, hallelujah.”  You said before throwing the whole glass of vodka down your throat. You groaned at the burn the drink brought to your throat. 
“I really need this.” You said out loud and take a sip of your wine.
Unlike pills, Alcohol does have an effect on you. It takes a while but eventually, you do get drunk. You always find it funny that Alcohol can overpower magical blood. 
You took out the whole bottle of wine and vodka and smiled at the kidney killers. 
“Might as well go out with a bang.” 
T’challa groaned when someone started knocking on his door, interrupting his research. It was 10 o'clock at night. Who could possibly be knocking on his door without calling him first? He had just come back from a mission and was still in his panther suit. He was about to change but the person was persistent and knocked harder and louder forcing him to throw a black robe over it. 
T’challa was surprised by the state you were in. You looked a hot ass mess. Your eyes were watery and you couldn't stand straight to save your life. 
“Do you...Do you hate me?” You slurred. 
“No. Why would I?” T’challa said, grabbing on to you. He pulled you inside and forced you on his couch. 
T’chala was about to walk away but you grabbed his leg and pulled him on the couch with you. You then lay your head on his muscular chest.
“You love white bitches.” You slurred. Your slurring turned into singing, “Challa likes mayo bitches.”
T’challa didn't say anything or attempt to defend himself because he would have gained nothing from it. You were drunk and probably would not remember any of this when you come out of the influence of the alcohol. 
“How much did you drink?” He asked as you slowing run your hand over his chest.
“You are so in shape.” You answered your hand now on his stomach. 
He took your hand off his stomach, “Luna, baby...how much did you drink?”
You let out a snort, “You called me baby. Am I like your girlfriend now? Do you want me to be your girlfriend?”
“You could've been.” He muttered. 
You took your head off his chest and grabbed his face, pulling it face closer to yours. T’challa didn't want to stop you. He wanted to see where this could go. 
He was very disappointed when you didn't kiss him like he wanted but simply asked, “ What is your skincare routine, Mr?”
“Ok.” T’challa said and pulled your hand from his face, “How much did you drink?”
You ran your hand through your messy hair and try to scramble your confused and intoxicated mind for an answer., “Umm...Two.”
“Two what?”
“Bottles. Like the really big one.
You let out a loud laugh, “If I was normal. I probably would've been at the ER or something.”
“Witches react differently to Alcohol?” T’challa asked. Obviously being a witch gave you more than just the active powers that you have. 
“Not witches. Me. I’m not-”
“What?”
“I have to pee.”
T’challa helped you get to the bathroom and stood behind the door. 
He listened to you use the bathroom until you screamed about having to throw up. 
    Soon you two were back on the couch with T’challa who was forcing water down your throat. 
“Come on, You have to drink this.” He whined. 
“Fine. I’m only doing it cuz you’re cute.” You told him.
He held the cup to your mouth and you push at it when you were finished. 
You let out a loud burp and lay back on the couch. 
You stare at T’challa’s back, “When are you going to kiss me?” You asked him. 
“When you’re not drunk out of your mind and want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you. ”
When T’challa turns to see your reaction, your eyes were closed and you were fast asleep. 
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A/N: Thanks for the read. IDK Why but I'm only inspired to write like at 3 and 4 o'clock in the morning. I always get up at those times. Anyways hope yall like this. Don't forget to comment and reblog. I'm open to character asks if yall are confused about anything. Peace. 
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